The Story Teller

The moment your lips wrap around his cock, he’s a goner. Your mouth is just so warm, and your throat so tight… It takes all he has to not lose his mind as he watches you greedily suck on his length, your pretty fingers wrapped around his base. 

“Huh- Ungh- keep going.” He grunts, one of his hands gently caressing your cheek as encouragement. “You’re doing- amazing.” 

You moan at his words, urged by his praises and the salty taste of precum on your tongue. You hold his gaze, his heart skipping a beat in his chest as you take him whole down your throat. And you look so cute as your eyes water from the sheer size of him. Aaron is obviously more than you can chew, still you try your hardest and continue to bob your head up and down his length at a slow pace. 

“Wait- Ungh- do…do that again.” He voices out between ragged breaths and grunts. And before he knows it his hands are at the back of your head, guiding you to follow the desperate thrusts of his hips. 

A part of him hates himself for giving into his urges, for giving into his greed. But when you eagerly take him whole and gag around his length, swirling your tongue around his shaft… He just can’t find it in himself to stop. 

“Just- fuck- Just slap my thigh if- Ungh- if it’s too much.” He throws his head back, curling his fingers in your hair, delighted by your moans of approval, one of your hands gently fondling his balls for good measure. 

JULIAN

Julian knows he shouldn’t like it so much. 

He shouldn’t like how tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to take him whole in your mouth. He shouldn’t like the muffled gag that comes from you when he slides deeper and hits the back of your throat. 

But you just look so pretty, so hot and so his. He’s dreamed of this so many times, he can hardly contain the butterflies that burst through his chest as you kneel before him with your hands splayed on his thighs. And he just wants to cherish you, strong hands cradling your head as you slide your pretty lips up and down his cock. 

“Just- fuck- Just like this-” He grunts through gritted teeth, head falling back as his hold on your hair tightens. 

He tries hard to let you go at your own pace, but it just feels so good, it’s just so warm and tight and - fuck- he thinks he might lose his mind right there and then if you keep up like that. His thighs quiver with pent up desire and the aching need to let the beast inside of him lose from its cage. 

Something that doesn't go unnoticed by you. 

You’re so wicked as you pop him out of your mouth, smoldering eyes looking right into his as you playfully nip at his needy tip, the salty taste of precum coating your tongue.

“Don’t do that.” He warns with a grunt, eyes dark with lust and the shadows of something you don’t want unleashed. Or maybe you do. For his warnings only fuel your desire to get a glimpse of his wild side. Which he can’t help but deliver when you take his tip in your mouth again, playfully sucking on half his length to get a reaction out of him. Which of course it does, his hips involuntarily bucking up in your hold as his hands push your head farther down his length. “Damn- Ungh- Take it.” He grunts, a thumb caressing your cheek as he thrusts all the way down your throat, 

“That’s it- Take it all, baby.”

ADAM

As surprising as this might be, Adam rarely fantasized about this. He much prefers the thought of drowning between your thighs or making sweet vanilla love to you in bed. But saying he never touched himself to the idea of you taking him in your mouth would be a lie. 

He feels so shameful when he does though! Because the last thing Adam wants is to ruin or degrade you! So it takes some time to warm him up to the idea. To him it just doesn’t feel right as he should be the one pleasuring you! He can’t possibly let you get down on your knees for him! 

But, much like Aaron, when you insist and tell him you just really want to have him in your mouth… He cannot really refuse, can he? After all, it is not like Adam can ever say no to you. Well, except when it comes to you asking him to let you go, that is. 

“We don’t have to do this, you know.” He says nervously as he watches you get down on your knees in front of him, a delicious shudder running up his spine as you wrap your hand around his shaft and give it a few pumps. 

And in spite of his previous reluctance… Adam has to admit that part of him enjoys the sight. Unable to tear his eyes away from you as you wrap your hot mouth around his cock. 

“Oh-!” A surprised moan spills from his lips, taken aback by the pleasure that floods his veins as you bob your head up and down his length, “Gods you’re- Ungh- So warm.”

At first he doesn’t really know where to put his hands so he just tries to keep them behind his back, he’d hate to do something you wouldn’t like. But when you take his hand and put it behind your head… His heart melts at the idea that you trust him so unconditionally that you’d let him do what he wants with you. 

“Do you really-?” He pauses, gazing down at you with eyes hazy with both worry and unabashed desire. Of course he wants more, so much more as nothing could ever fill his unquenchable desire for you. 

Only when you nod, mouth still full of him and moaning around his length, does Adam let himself go. Placing his hands at the back of your head to push you forward and slide deeper down your throat. 

“Feels- feels so good-” He chokes out, fingers threading through your locks as you struggle to take him whole, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. He almost pulls out at the sound, terrified at the idea he hurt you, only for you to hold him still and shoot him a warning glance. 

That’s the last strike for Adam, and all it takes for him to stroke your hair before gathering it in a makeshift ponytail. Grunting and moaning like a whore as he helplessly pushes his hips against your face. 

All his to savour and explore. And he aches to have a taste of your warmth so early in the day.

His lips glide on your soft skin like silk, from your bare shoulder to your nape and jaw in gentle kisses. A loving smile gracing his features, eyes soft with tender affection as you stir with a breathy moan.

“Good morning, mon amour.” He whispers against your skin, arm tightening around your waist, bringing you closer and closer still.

Gosh your skin tastes so sweet on his lips, and he can’t help the groan that escapes him as you move your hips back against his, pressing the curve of your bare ass to his growing bulge. He lets his hand trail down your stomach and further down between your thighs. A soft sigh falling from your lips as his lithe fingers smooth over your inner thighs, caressing the soft skin there and slowly building pleasurable heat between your legs. 

Much like always, Aaron is attentive to every shift in your features, his heart swelling as a light frown creases your features. You just look so cute and endearing like this, he can’t help but place another kiss on your shoulder, your hips reflexively scooting back to meet his. 

You mumble something in your slumber as his fingers slide between your folds and dip inside of you. Aaron curses under his breath at how warm and wet you are for him so early in the morning, desperate to coax a sweet release out of you. 

His thumb traces tight circles on your clit, eager to make you shake under his touch as his digits caress your plush walls. The wet noises of his fingers langorously pumping in and out of you like music to his ears. But of course nothing beats the melody of your sweet angelic moans as you shift in his hold and let his name drop from your lips.  

Your eyes finally flutter open, gracing him with an adorable confused expression, your gaze still hazy with sleep. 

“Aaron?” You turn to him, voice adorably groggy from lack of use, not yet fully awake and still threading on the edge of your dreams.

“Shh, I’m right here.” He reassures and you lean in his touch, legs spreading for him under the sheets, inviting him deeper inside of you. A simple gesture that has Aaron’s heart melting on the spot. 

“Please- Ungh… Don’t stop.” You murmur sweetly with a whimper. 

And Aaron is never one to deny your wishes. But he wants to make this last. He’s not yet done with you and still craves for more. So much more, and he knows you do too from the way your walls clench down around his fingers, sucking them in like they belong there. And maybe they do. Maybe Aaron’s fingers' sole reason for existing is pleasuring you, and that works just fine with him. 

His digits curl inside of you, teasing at your sweetest spot as his palm grinds over your puffy clit, earning him a flow of moans from you, each one more desperate than the last as he brings you closer and closer to your release. 

Your hand shoots back to grab his shoulder, the coil in your stomach ready to snap as warmth tightens inside of you. You’re close, Aaron knows it. 

So he slows down his pace, purposefully missing the spot that has your toes curling as he places a loving kiss to your cheek, soothing your soft whimpers as frustration bubbles up in your veins.

“Please Aaron- Ngh! Need to cum!” You choke out through lustful sobs, hips rolling against his hand to try and pursue your release as it slowly ebbs away from you.

“You will.” Aaron whispers reassuringly in your ear. “I just want to make this last a bit longer. You’re too cute like this.” 

Aaron takes his time with you, bringing you so close to the edge only to let you down, over and over again. Bathing in your cries of his name and the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Praises and encouragements falling from his lips as another release is mercilessly stolen from you.

“You’re doing so well for me. Just another one, okay?”  And you nod, too lost in your own frenzy to do anything else. Mind blurred from both pleasure and a burning need to burst. 

But you’re so sweet as you tremble and thrash in his hold. Your back arching off his chest and your eyes rolling to the back of your head once he gives it to you. Pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave as your vision goes white. Aaron can’t help but think that edging you was worth it. 

Sometimes he does call you other things though. He comes to enjoy the sound of ‘love’. Simply because there’s only one person he’d refer to as such, you. And it’ll remain this way until you’re lying cold and grey in the dark earth. He also likes the sound of babe in more casual settings. 

“Trust me, (Y/n), this hurts me more than it hurts you. But I have to do this, for us." 

“Another nightmare? It’s alright, love, I’m here. And I always will be.” 

“Come on babe, you’re joking, right? You know me, I'd never do that.” 

AARON:

Much like Julian, Aaron is pretty traditional when it comes to pet names, and not very comfortable with his romantic side at the start. So it takes time for him to refer to you as anything else but your name. 

When he does though, ‘love’ becomes his go to, simply because it is a very effective way of conveying his feelings for you. He wouldn’t really call you anything else but would sometimes use angel when he feels like a change, as that is just what you are to him. 

“You did amazing, love. I didn’t expect anything less from you, though.” 

“Angel, please don’t cry, I can’t stand it when you do…” 

“I would never hurt you, (Y/n). You know that, right?" 

ADAM: 

Adam is a huge fan of pet names and if he could he'd use them all. It's just such a sweet way to convey his love for you and he never wants for you to feel anything less than adoration on his side! And although Adam has spent hours fantasising on all the possible pet names he could use, he does have his favourites. 

Most of the time Adam uses Babe/Baby as it easily flows past his lips and never fails to bring a smile to your lips. It’s comfortable and sweet. But sometimes when overwhelmed by a surge of love and admiration for you he’d call you princess or angel, often first thing in the morning as he brushes a strand of your hair out of your face, greeting you with a soft smile and tender eyes. 

“Babe, I-I don't understand. Why are you so upset? I killed them for you. Isn't that what you wanted me to do?" 

“Princess, there's no use trying to run. This is our home now!" 

He loves how elegant it is when you wear your hair up, which, to his greatest enjoyment, is most of the time considering your hair is more often than not up in a ballet bun. 

He loves the gentle slope of your nape as well, how soft the skin is and how it always smells of your perfume. All that makes it the perfect spot for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck and bathe in the comfort of your scent. 

The one thing he loves most about it is how sensitive it is though. No matter how many times he’s wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed you there, you always lean into his touch with a sound between a sigh and a gasp. 

You’re sitting up on the bed, tying your hair up to get them out of your way and get yourself ready for the day ahead. Julian groans behind you, shifting in bed and sitting right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest. 

A surprised gasp falls from your lips followed by a quiet chuckle. 

“Good morning.” He says, voice deep with remnants of sleep and muffled by your skin. 

You don’t have time to answer, another gasp escaping you as his teeth lightly dig into the flesh of your nape. Julian eases the stinging pain with his tongue and a kiss. Only to continue nibbling at your skin until it blooms purple and red with the mark of his love. 

“Don’t move. I am not done yet.” He says against your skin, pulling you closer and tightening his embrace around you. Wishing the two of you could stay together in bed a bit longer. 

Alas he knows that is impossible. He can still prolong your time together though. 

“But what if someone sees it-”

“Let them.” 

To him, it’s a reminder to you and others that you are his. But also a reminder to himself that his dream of being together with you finally came true thanks to all his hard work. 

And often you find him gazing at the love bite on your nape with fondness and a soft smile. A look that always melts your heart. 

AARON: Hands

One thing Aaron remembers clearly when he was a child is how his father and mother would always hold hands, how his father would kiss the top of his mother’s hand and gently glide his lips over her wrist. 

As a child, Aaron used to think this was the most romantic of gestures and he dreamed of doing this with someone dear to his heart at some point as well, before his dreams of romance were shattered by the accident that had taken his mother’s life. 

After that the world froze over around him and any romantic delusions he had vanished from his thoughts. 

After all Aaron had seen the effects of love on his father, how it had destroyed him from the inside out after Aaron’s mother’s death. How it had made the greatest of man in Aaron’s mind, into a miserable shadow drowned in liquor. 

Aaron never wanted this for himself. He didn’t want to become like his father. 

So he thought that the best option would be to cut the problem at its root. 

Love. Nothing more but a burden, nothing more but the deadliest and most destructive of emotions. Something he could do without. 

And he was doing just fine. Until he met you, that is, and until you flipped his world upside down. 

Suddenly Aaron found himself rekindling old childhood daydreams. Mainly that simple act of holding your hand and kissing the back of it. As stupid as it sounded, it was everything to Aaron.  

Of course he loves how soft your hands are in his own, how small. How smooth your skin is under his lips as he kisses your palm and the inside of your wrist. 

But more than anything he loves all that this simple gesture entails. 

That you trust him, enough to be on intimate terms with him, in spite of how much of an asshole he was to you at the start and in spite of how socially inept he still is. 

That he is not alone anymore, trapped in the cold cage he had crafted for himself after his mother’s death. The simple sight of your intertwined hands a reminder for Aaron of how much brighter the world is by your side, of how happier he is now that he’s with you. 

And more importantly: that Aaron wasn’t his father, and that he’d never allow you to flee away from his grasp like his mother had. If he kept you safe, there was no reason for you to leave, right? 

Thus, hand kisses became to him the symbol of his love and devotion for you. 

Sensibility and vulnerability bleed through his lips onto your hand as his eyes bore into yours. He raises your hand to his lips, his skin warm against yours. And he presses the lightest of kisses to the top of your hand, lips barely gracing your skin. A silent pledge of his devotion, of his trust. 

A silent reminder that his heart has no other master but you. And another way to say “I am yours.”

ADAM: Lips

Adam can’t count the amount of time he’s dreamed of kissing you before the two of you were together, of holding you close and having a taste of happiness on the sore of your lips as the world vanishes around him. 

He imagined it might taste sweet and feel like heaven. Like everything good in this world. He knew it’d be perfect. 

But nothing could have prepared him for just how perfect and addictive kissing you would turn out to be. As nothing could have ever compared to the real thing, to the real you and the real euphoria of his heart bursting in his chest as his lips pressed against yours and his tongue slid inside your mouth. 

The first time he kissed you Adam thought he’d die from how wildly his heart was hammering in his chest. It was just so right. And he could never see himself getting bored of this. 

His arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer and closer, flush against him, desirous for the two of you to melt into one. For you to swallow him whole and cradle him in the universe of your arms. He aches to discover every inch of you, to climb under your skin and map all the details in your body. 

Adam cups your cheek gently, a gesture that contradicts the desperation in his kiss. A man starved for something he can never get enough of, your heart, your touch and your soul. 

He’s eager to rediscover the taste of your lips all over again every time, knowing that each time feels like the first. 

“I never tire of this…” He says, eyes feverish as he looks at you, his lips red and raw, “I’m sorry, please let me kiss you again?” 

AARON HOWARD:

appearance: soft blonde hair that's always perfectly in place, dark grey eyes, pale skin, toned and a tad shorter than Adam.

personality:

qualities: caring, perfectionist, determined, ambitious, hard working, secretly kind hearted and thoughtful, honest

flaws: cold, socially awkward, arrogant, overprotective, obsessive, possessive

backstory: Aaron, much like Adam, is the son of two former Opera de Paris dancers and Adam's best friend. The two of them grew up together thanks to their parents' close friendship. He grew up a relatively happy kid, with loving parents and a warm home, but everything came crashing down after his mother's death due to a car crash his father caused whilst being drunk. Since then Aaron's father has been drowning his sorrows and grief in alcohol, leaving Aaron to care for himself. At first he resents (Y/n) for bumping into him on their first day and for nearly everything she does, but he soon falls for her and lets his cold exterior melt away.

JULIAN GREY:

appearance: black hair, chocolate brown eyes, tall and toned, warm ivory skin

personality:

qualities: intelligent, hard working, thoughtful, observant, caring, determined, goal oriented

flaws: stalker, obsessive, manipulative, morally corrupted, possessive

backstory: Julian's the son of a policeman and an attorney. He's been stalking (Y/n) for a year and a half when he found out about her case through his father. His own older sister was a victim of (Y/n)'s abuser and killed herself after not being listened to by the police. Julian originally started stalking (Y/n) to make sure she didn't know the same fate as his sibling, but his intentions soon turned more egotistic.

ESME YOUNG:

appearance: long black hair, fierce blue almond eyes, porcelain skin, fairly petite and delicate

personality:

qualities: determined, caring, ambitious, honest, elegant, goal oriented, soft hearted

flaws: jealous, envious, self conscious, insecure, competitive

backstory: Esme is Aaron and Adam's best friend since kindergarten. She's been in love with Adam for as long as she can remember but have had to endure watching him falling for other people for just as long. She was originally jealous of (Y/n) when Adam fell for her, but she soon comes to worry for her when she sees just how much of a psycho Adam truly is (her words, not mine).

STELLA BRIGHT:

appearance: short pink dyed hair, bright brown eyes, pale skin, short and curvy

personality:

qualities: bubbly, kind hearted, friendly, outgoing, extroverted, party girl, creative and a fashionista

flaws: a bit too honest and impulsive, short attention span and tends to get distracted easily, forgetful

backstory: Stella is Julian's best friend and Julian's and (Y/n)'s flatmate. She's a fashion student and is nothing short of a sweetie who wants to have fun and make friends. She's always been there for Julian but starts to be warry of him as she realises he might not be who she thinks he is.