Vex nuzzled her contently as he murmured his reply, “I love you too, Precious.” He paused as he felt her shiver, and couldn’t help the smirk that took over his features. “You always do good, Baby,” he told her as he kissed her shoulder again, nipping the skin playfully.
She swallowed most of a moan, born from the combination of his smirk and his nipping of her shoulder. She rolled her head back, displaying her bare neck, and said, thickly, “Command me, Master. Please.” Goosebumps crawled up her skin in the wake of his mouth.
Between her muffled moans and that delicious way she called him ‘Master’, Vex wasn’t about to decline such a wonderful request. His mouth latched onto her neck, biting roughly into the skin, drawing blood from the harshness of it. He lapped away the scarlet liquid before taking control of her with his mesmer-powers, dragging her closer to him and crushing his lips against her mouth.
Summer didn’t bother to suppress the sounds she made when he bit her. He hardly had to pull her closer; she arched herself closer. When he took control, she would have whimpered his name, but his control was absolute. Nevertheless she fought the control, trying to kiss him back.
2nd person gets to torture the fuck out of my muse in anyway they please
“If you tickle me, I don’t apologize for punching you.”
“I’m more subtle than that.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Oh yes.” Going to the fridge, Summer rummaged around until she came up with a popsicle. Slowly, carefully unwrapping just the top of it, she began to delicately lick at it, occasionally glancing up at Stiles through her eyelashes, before finally wrapping her mouth around it and sucking.
Stiles was slammed against the wall, the fiery red headed girl he didn’t even know the name of smashing her lips to his. How had he ended up here? He didn’t know. He remembered being angry that Lydia had dissed him (once again) and walking into a bar, talking to a cute girl, they had danced after a few drinks…
And now he was up against a wall, their bodies pressed together, lips molding into each others and somehow, he loved it. Because he wasn’t worrying, or even caring frankly, about the other red head who had consumed him. Right now, at least, he probably wouldn’t know who she was if she walked up to him.
He chuckled, although he felt suddenly very awkward. They had literally just made out, pretty hardcore if you asked him, and were literally kicked out of their booth and forced to fight the inevitable tension. Or maybe it was just Stiles.
“I-I liked it, actually.” He wanted to slap himself across the face. Could he not stutter for once? His hand was still holding onto his shirt, and he slipped it over his head, hoping his blush wasn’t seen through the flashing lights of the club and slight darkness to the area.
She drew back, gaze sliding down, then back up to his face. “I, uh. Me too. A lot.” It looked like maybe he was blushing as he pulled his shirt back on. “Look, you want to — you want to get some coffee or something, get out of here?”
He still felt slightly drunk from the three martinis or whatever the hell he had gulped down, but he felt wide awake enough to do something like getting coffee. “Sure, yeah. You can’t get in trouble for walking into a coffee shop drunk, right? Just- Just checking.”
Summer’s smile was a little crooked. “Only for driving drunk. I’m not drunk, so it’s fine, if there’s driving I’ll do it. But there’s a coffeeshop around the next block, right?” Putting a hand lightly to his shoulder, she steered Stiles out of the bar and into the night.
