Princesses, weaknesses and independence

Lip bites

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Dark brown hair blew across the girl's soft features, strands sticking to her damp lips while her hand held onto the the tall boy's shoulder and her other pressed a knife to his throat. Her brows furrowed as she watched the beast smirk at her and bite his tender bottom lip without a spark of fear lacing his eyes. Her growls of irritation was beginning to increase while the blade was pressed closer to him, her hips digging into his thigh as she almost half his height even on her tippie toes.

"I don't whether to be threatened or amused." His warm breath fanned her face like a blanket, pearly white teeth flashing and his tongue catching his lips to drag them back into his mouth to moisten them; or to rather attempt to seduce the girl that held her strength against him. "But I'm definitely wondering how long it will take for you to scream my name. Your breasts against me is at most a turn on."

In an instant her strength was overpowered and the boy threw her knife to the side; his hands trapping her wrists above her head and pressing his hips into her. The woman was furious, sighing and nibbling on the stray strand of hair that fell onto her face. 

"You cannot use that against me, Oliver. It's unfair." His deep chuckles flooded the room and he let go of the girl he spent months training. She was getting good, terrific even as time went by and it took him by surprise that she had gotten to him while he was walking into his bedroom to retrieve a jacket to go out and fix the sprinklers. "You're so innocent, so pure. Blushing at anything sexual and letting that cloud your objective." Oliver was scolding her, a brow raised as she looked down and shrugged off her mistake. 

"Xanthe, don't you dare do that again. Ignoring me isn't very wise in this situation." One of his hands delicately graced over her upper thigh in hopes of not being the victim to her silent treatments. The last time that happened, she decided to tease him at the same time and he could remember it so vividly.

"Xanny, Xan! Xann." Oliver was beginning to grow bored with the absence of not being able to talk to his friend that he gained years ago and decided to knock on her door and whimper like a small dog. To anything, it was adorable but Xanthe couldn't be more annoyed while listening to his bickering for the past two hours.

This girl was stubborn, reluctant to forgive him for whatever he had done to her, as she had quickly forgotten but her pride was in the way of letting her words flow into his ears. Instead, it led her to become ruthless with his hormonal drive and she found herself in a pair silk panties with an over sized shirt; his shirt that reached about mid thigh. No bra cupped her breasts as she collected her breakfast tray to put away. 

While advancing towards the door, her footsteps were silent but the pounding on the door was still as strong as it was two hours ago. Her fragile hands swung open the door as she shoved past her roommate and swayed her hips as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Oh yes, this girl was pure and innocent, but flirting was one of her favorite hobbies; especially against Oliver. She felt his stare on her, his eyes trailing all around her exposed skin and his tongue caressing his lips with determination that he would finally deflower the girl that he chased after. He was a man whore, no doubt. She could smell the cheap perfume that lingered on him when he would walk back into the house in the mornings with his back scratched up and a knowing smile on his lips.

He would torture her in the past, displaying his perfect body and having her feel his back muscles as she tended to the claw marks on his back. In return she would feel no remorse when the rubbing alcohol stung him and caused him to flinch away, but this time she wanted to just fuck with him to let him know that she wasn't just the prey around here.

Oliver sighed towards the girl's behavior and ducked his face into the crook of her neck, small whines escaping his throat as he begged for her to not do that to him again. She was rock still, her arms crossed as he had let go of her wrists moments ago. His attempts at making her break was going to take more than being adorable, that much she would admit. 

Her head would turn away from him, the hope falling from his eyes as he watched her movements with droopy eyes. He hated this, it was almost like he yearned for her attention and he would go to extremes to gain it back without having to wait three months as he did last time before she finally ran to him asking if Mike Wazowski blinked or winked.

He doubted that would randomly happen again and decided to do an action he had never tried to do, as he feared her wrath before. His tongue would caress the soft spot on her neck, lips following while he sucked at the gentle skin. He noticed her tensing and the small gasp that escaped her luscious lips and began to grow entertained by her reaction. 

Her hands pushed against him, making the contact become lost as she stared at him with wide, angry eyes but Oliver was no where near finished. To him, that was almost like leaving him with blue balls and he wouldn't allow it. He trapped her wrists above her head with one hand and with the other, he dug his fingers into her waist; savoring the contact of skin on skin as he attacked the same spot with his lips, adding in small nips to remind her that it was real.

Her lips were securely sealed as her eyes screwed shut and her whimpers of defeat took place. She had lost this round and intended there to be multiple others for his way of winning this one. Xanthe loved to win, and equally hated to loose; but revenge was always beautiful in her eyes. 

"You won't ignore me, right Xanthe?" His tone was dark, husky as he rolled the words off his tongue like he had repeated the phrase a thousand times and perfected it along the way. No doubt was she angry, but she didn't wish for him to push their little moment any further and stared into his dark eyes. "I won't." She muttered, spatting out her displeasure at the fact that he had made her weak with a simple action. 

He abused his victory slightly, stripping off his jacket and walking over to his dresser to pull out a clean shirt for Xanthe, watching as she changed in front of him like she had a million times. Before the damsel could exit and go to her bedroom, he captured her in his arms and merely convinced her into cuddling with him. "Just tonight." She would grumble, watching him prance into the bathroom to wash up before bed. A yawn escaped her lips and her eyes began to drop as she waddled to the bed and cuddled into his comforter while inhaling his masculine scent. 

Somewhere in the middle of her sleepy state, the bed dipped beside her and Oliver laid beside her, grasping onto her side and dragging her into him to share his warmth. The action left Xanthe in a harmony, moaning at the addition of body heat. She would turn, snuggling into his chest and draped her leg over him; hooking his lower back with her leg to bring him as close as she could. "Goodnight princess Xanny." He would chuckle into her hair and listen to her soft exhales until he fell asleep.