(stalking, ex lovers, hate fuck, feet fetish, saliva fetishism, orgasm control, degrading, DS dynamic)
HIS P.O.V~
The day was bright, and the road was busy as usual. One couldn't even walk without stumbling upon someone.
I was dashing towards the cafe where I had left my apartment key, when suddenly I saw her crossing the road.
The same bold spirited personality, with her frizzy black hair, black Airpods, black bag, black nail paint and her casual black blouse. Nothing had changed.
She was still that person.
But now we had nothing to do with each other and I did not wish to go anywhere near her, yet somehow I was walking behind her.
Taking every turn, until we were on an empty road, surrounded by gloomy buildings.
I don't know why I was walking behind her. I just was.
Suddenly, she turned around and pinned me against the dirty wall. I could not even process that it happened.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I heard her tone full of rage, saw it in her eyes and features as well, yet I could not find my feet on the ground. It was as if I was high.
"W-what? —" I stuttered and gently pushed her away. "What the fuck?" With a more confusing tone.
"Excuse me?" Her eyes became of the size of almonds, anger persistent. "You're following me!" She growled, correcting my daring.
"W-what? Are you crazy? You haven't changed, have you? Thinking about all the stupid stuff." I blurted.
She scoffed, her eyes back to their normal size.
"Do you read stupid written on my forehead? — I noticed you on the crossway." She harshly nudged my shoulder, making my feet tremble.
I went quiet.
"Why are you quiet now?" She grumbled, anger boiling in her tone, "are you still trying to ruin my life, yeah? Don't you get I'm done with you?"
I stood, lips tied, taking every word of hate from her lips and staring at her.
At every beautiful feature on her face.
My heart throbbed inside my chest and nerves pulsated all over my body, making my head spin.
I stood there until I could not and then I kissed her. I cupped her cheeks and pinned her to the wall.
At first, she pushed me away and slapped me. "What the fuck? Have you finally lost it?" She said, and all I could think was, 'I need to taste her.'
I could not even feel the pain in my cheeks. I wanted to kiss her so badly, and I did.
I kissed her again, cupped her cheeks, and this time deepened my lips.
I just needed her so badly, no matter how badly I wanted to push her away. I could not think of anything else.
She pushed me away and slapped me again, but no word escaped her lips this time.
I could read the tension in her eyes, it seeped through every time her eyelashes fluttered.
She stood staring at me with dead eyes, then suddenly moved and pressed her lips to mine, clutching my collars.
Then, like a supple moment slipping by, she parted her lips from mine for a second and kissed me again, slipping her tongue inside my mouth.
I felt her slimy tongue against my tongue and a whimper escaped my lips along with the great hunger taking over my lips.
We had not kissed each other for a month. It felt like years had passed. Yet it felt as if we had never broken up.
Next, I remember, we were tripping on the door of her apartment, kissing each other.
I was struggling to unlock the door, my hands unable to find the hole of the lock. It took me another minute before I opened the door.
At the sound of the door opening, she pushed me inside, her lips apart from mine, and closed the door behind her.
Then she turned around, spun me and pinned me to the door, her hands grasping my neck.
She looked at me like she was going to eat me alive.
She squeezed my neck with gentle pressure and kissed me again, slipping her tongue inside my mouth, again
I muffled and kissed her back, trying to slip my hands onto her waist, but her hands stopped me and started taking my shirt off, hastily wet sounds of our lips echoing.
I could see the hastiness in her hands, but the buttons on my shirt did not allow her access to my skin. So she yanked my shirt with a harsh strength and I heard the buttons come undone onto the floor, echoing.
My shirt hung like a torn piece of clothing on my shoulders for a second before she yanked it off and threw it on the floor.
Then her hands guided me towards her bedroom.
We stopped at the door of her bedroom, and our lips separated. I gazed at her and took her blouse off.
She looked amazing in that black bra which could hardly cover her breasts. Her nipples were peeking out.
I lifted her in my arms. She said nothing, just continued staring at me.
I threw her on the mattress, but the darkness and the hatred in her eyes remained untouched.
I breathed, standing there. I knew she still hated me. I hated her as well. We were not good for each other.
We were toxic to each other and if we remained with each other, there would be no other hell.
Yet, I took my pants off, looking at her and sat on my knees.
"What the fuck are you doing there?" She asked, as if she didn't already know.
I yanked her foot off the edge of the bed and kissed her toe.
END OF THE SMUT
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