Imagine! [pt. 1] - Femdom Smut

Female's P.O.V~

My eyes danced heavily, my brain heavy and tired, while my limbs followed the rhythm as well.

I was struggling towards the bedroom, my feet heavy and light at the same time. My hands were slipping from everything I laid them on, prompting my composure to a great loss. But somehow, I managed and reach inside my bedroom.

It was a heavy night after the illumination I had faced. The loud chatter and music were no longer with me.

Tired, I fell to my bed and stretched my body in the softness, suddenly feeling the chills run down my spine. It was colder than I had assumed.

"I told you to be careful." A soft and hazy tone rang in my ears, astounding me to follow it.

I turned my heavy body, hair splattered, and rested my head on my arm, landing my eyes on the voice.

He also had his head rested on his arm, his hair fuzzy, and his eyebrows curled up.

"What would you do if you caught a cold?" He questioned with his plump lips and sweet tone, gleaming his worried and sparkling eyes at me, which sent another chilly jolt down my spine.

I was caught up in a haze. I felt as if my body had been captured by ice. I could not move. I could not form meaningful thoughts. Only questions.

What was he doing there?

Why was he in my bed?

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He added and softly drove his hand upon my cheek, caressing me with his gentle fingers.

His touch felt so soft and surreal, prompting my eyes to shut down and inhale the scent of his sweetness. It drove a sweet calmness in my nerves, leaving me to melt.

The sensation was slowly taking over me when I remembered that I had never shown him my house or I never brought him here with me.

So, I questioned. "What are you doing here?" Puzzled, I could not ask anything else.

"You told me to follow you." He seemed hurt, by my question and more hurt because he had to answer it.

"I did?" I could not remember doing so, I might have had too much to drink.

"Don't strain yourself. You'll hurt your brain." He suddenly lifted his body from the mattress and slithered it upon me, hovering.

"Just --" He paused, and I saw his palm reach my cheek once again. "Let me take care of you."

His assertiveness suddenly altered into bashfulness. His eyes were fluttering as they peered through me, and that hand on my cheek was shivering as if it had caught a chill.

It was all happening too fast for me to understand, but I relished every second of it. Seeing him before me, like that, was something I had been dreaming of. I could not let myself sink deep into the questions of my brain.

"You look like you need the care more than me," I whispered as I grasped his hand on my cheek and gently pushed him onto the bed, taking a seat on his thighs. Finally, letting my greed take over me rather than my questions and astonishment.

Planting my hand on his cheek, I questioned. "You said I brought you here?"

He simply nodded, clenching his eyes tight to my touch, and twisted his head aside, bashful more than ever.

His sweet action exposed his neck and called for my lips. At least that's what I felt.

Quickly, I took action upon the call and planted my lips on his neck, cupping his face with my other hand while my right hand pushed his shoulder onto the mattress.

He had begun breathing so rapidly under me, slithering as my touch relished his gentle skin.

Regarding such sensitivity and bashfulness, my lips sunk deeper, aching to feel more of his skin, and kissed his neck strongly.

He was always before my eyes, smiling, talking, and splashing his charm on everyone else but me. But now he was under and before me, softly whimpering to my lips, exploring his skin.

It riled my suppressed needs and made me feel weak in my soul. I needed more. I could not let such a chance slip from my hands.

Eager, I traveled down to his clothed chest, kissing, him while I kept my eyes on him. He was so immersed in the act, grasping my hand and wrist while I caressed his chest strongly with my needy hands.

I continued to squeeze his chest and play with him through his clothes. But soon the lack of his skin against my lips began bothering me. My hands, which were squeezing his chest, were begging for more.

So, I quickly took off his hoodie along with his shirt and began kissing his naked skin, melting by the softness it held in it. His nipples had turned sturdy, his chest pumping up with each breath.

I continued, letting my hunger take over, and kissed his nipples one by one, soon introducing my teeth to them.

Everything had turned hazy for both of us. The situation turned into something I had never imagined.

"Look at me!" I ordered. I wanted to see his eyes when they saw me nipping his hardened nipples, and he obeyed, curling up his eyebrows when I finally nipped his nipples.

He was biting his lips, trying so hard to keep looking at me as I continued flicking my tongue onto his nipples, soaking them with my saliva.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted to see you like this." I exposed myself, I wanted him to know what he had been doing to me. He had been making me crazy each night.

Those nights in which I was only imagining him in my arms, in between my legs and God knows in which positions.

"Did you know you were doing this to me?" I sat up on his thighs and stood up, leaving him to breathe with his wide mouth and his eyes looking at me while I pulled the toy from the

drawer I had bought, thinking of him.

"I guess you know. That is why you are here." I added as I exposed the strap-on to his eyes, which had turned colors and had gone wide with astonishment.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" I questioned as I wrapped the strap-on around my waist and quickly pulled his pants off, leaving the underwear clinging to his skin.

"Y-es!" He stuttered as he grasped the mattress, not knowing that his answer had riled me up even more.

"Who?" I quickly flipped him onto his stomach, trying to control my anger, when he suddenly answered. "It was you."

His answer astounded me and made me grasp his ass cheeks tighter as I positioned the dildo against his hole.

I wanted to hear that. No, I needed to hear that.

His response allowed me some joy and relief at the same time, making me feel happy once again.

"I was pleasuring myself, thinking of you." I could not help but laugh at his answer, feeling more relief from the information that my ears received.

"So, you fucked yourself, thinking of me?" Spitting on his hole, I questioned, waiting for another shocking statement to splash me with joy.

"Ye-es." He simply stuttered and I could not help but plant my fingers on his hole and began rubbing it with my saliva.

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to be continued....

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