Handsome Devil

Handsome Devil

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I've always been so sure about my sexuality until he showed up. I never imagined how a simple smile and touch can just shake my whole world. The warm look in his dark-cold sapphire eyes as he stared up innocently at me while he slowly walked his hand enticingly down my face. His skin pale as a vampire with his utterly perfect pink lips just made me wanna grab him into my arms and kiss him nonstop. The warmth of his touch spread chills down my spine as I stared hypnotically into his eyes while he just smirked devilishly at me. "You know you could be gay yeah?" He said in his soft and melodic voice with his eyes still focused on me. "Ugh...n..no? I don't think so" I answered stuttering as he just pulled away the desk in front of me and sat on my lap wrapping his hands behind my neck while he inched his face dangerously closer to mind leaving about barely an inch. A little push forward and he could kiss me. "Are you sure about that?.." he whispered concupiscently into my ears as he licked the back of my ear and brushed his thumb over my lips and licked it while still dangerously looking into my eyes with a gaze filled with complete lust and desire. I could feel my heart beating faster and my dick throbbing so hard in my pants that it could even tear my boxers. What is he doing to me? Why him? Why now? "See? You're hard! You lost! Now gimme that 20 bucks... Told you I can make anyone horny whether they're homo or not..." he said then took my money and strutted away while I just sat there frozen trying to contemplate everything that just happened . *Falling harder and harder for this boy, Ace has no idea that his single association with him is the one that's going to destroy his entire world, being the jinx of the innocent boy's lifetime*
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Alex, a new student at Breakworth College studying art, struggles with being on time for class. With a lack of friends and no social groups, he finds himself alone and helpless. One encounter after another with Zack, he finds himself debating whether or not Zack is really homophobic and a downright asshole or is trying to hide something about himself; only time will tell. --- I had two options: Say yes or make this situation worse for myself, Deciding on option two, "Zack, you're acting pretty gay for someone who's homophobic," I said slyly. I knew this could only cause him to get angrier, but I knew it was true he was the one who called me a "fag" not even a week ago. "I'm not gay, unlike you; I just know how to get things I want, and you caught my eye. Being my friend is a blessing. You should take the offer," He said, still against my neck. "Aren't you cocky," I replied, trying to stand my ground. Gripping tighter on my waist, he hummed against my ear once again. "I'm getting impatient, Alex. Cut the crap. Say yes already so we can put this past us. I already know I can get you to say Yes," and in a barely audible voice, I heard him say, "I know your weakness". "Now, what weakness could that be-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before a set of teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of my neck, sending an unexpected wave of pleasure through me. "W-wait, not there. Fine, fine. I'll be your friend. Just stop that shit." Zack paused, his breath hot against my skin as he chuckled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone was dripping with satisfaction, revelling in his perceived victory. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory glint. I tried to steady my breathing, my pulse racing from the conflicting sensations. "What is wrong with you?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. The fear and arousal mingled in a way that left me feeling disoriented and vulnerable.

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