supernova

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He pushed me into the wall as if he was trying to break it and then he pulled away.

"This room is so gross, I'm gonna get an infection if we fuck here," I said and he shrugged his shoulders and his hands went behind my thighs and lifted me up, so I could wrap my legs around his waist. His fingers grazed the backs of my thighs before one hand held onto me and the other went up my body. He played with the strap of my dress, adjusting it back and forward before his fingers lightly ran over my breast through the cloth. I let out a soft moan, my legs gripping onto him fighting as I tried to avoid humping his lower abdomen.

"What are you doing? Stop messing with me and take it off," I commanded and he looked into my eyes, his tongue running over his plump lips to wet them. His hand moved back down where his other resided, under my thighs.

"You're such a whore. Beg for it," He whispered and my eyes widened as his words turned me on. My natural reaction was to clench my thighs, but since they were separated by his waist, I could not grind my pelvis against him and let out a moan.

My hands ran up his neck to play with his hair and I leaned in and kissed his temple softly.

"Please," I whispered into his ear drawing it out. I felt one arm let go of my thigh and he moved the other which kept me up. He grabbed one wrist and then the other and slowly put them right above my head before dragging them higher on the wall. His lips moved to my neck and then went my over my breasts. I could feel his lips through my dress and his bulge barely grazing my ass.

"Beg." He demanded. It even toned but firm. Gentle, but still aggressive. The assertion of dominance without a loud tone was so so sexy to me. I immediately gave into him.

"Fuck, Pheonix please," I moaned out. The words could barely leave my mouth because I was so focused on the way my pelvis felt rubbing against his abs through our clothes.

"Say my name," He whispered in that same tone.

"Atlas, please." I barely choked the words out.

"Please, what?" His fingers were drawing on the skin under my thighs and I was too turned on to think. What was I even begging for? So I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Take off my dress," I said and he let go of my hands to unzip my dress. My hands went into his hair and he stopped and put my hands back up.

"Where are your manners, you whore?" I was very turned on, and this was not making my degradation kink any lighter. Atlas knew what to say and when to say it.

"Atlas, please, take off my dress," I groaned, frustrated. He was playing the long game, but I just wanted to feel good.

"Don't give me an attitude, or else...I will punish you," He whispered millimeters from my lips. I was staring so hard at his lips I could not make it any more obvious I wanted him to kiss me. "...Eye contact," He said and I looked up to his eyes. "Good girl. Now, don't move them," he said, as he pinned my hands up and unzipped my dress pushing it down to a bunch but not taking it off.

We were in the ball closet of our school gym during homecoming. My dress not fully coming off was probably for the best.

His mouth brushed by my lips with the tiniest pressure as he trailed my jaw and went down to my neck. I was breathing hard against him, pushing chest into him to be closer signaling I wanted more of whatever he was willing to give.

I've had people give me hickeys, but he straight up bit down on my skin. I couldn't tell whether the noise came out of my mouth was a hiss or a moan. It didn't matter because I enjoyed the pain he inflicted. I got off on it.