#neiima

Chase grumbled a bit before being distracted by a few notifications on his phone. Not that Poodle minded, she loved her boyfriend more than all the stars combined...but she also really loved doing her makeup in silence.

Blend blend blend, tap tap tap, blend blend blend, tap tap-

“Princess…” Poodle heard from behind her, and suddenly her blush was too bright. Just as she began to set down her brush, Chase spoke again.

“Come ride on me.” He sighed, causing her to wipe around quickly- eyebrows raised in shock. “What?!” She gawked, bewildered by her boyfriend’s boldness.

Chase had the audacity to put on a dumbfounded face, “What?” He asked- a knowing smirk plastered deep onto his face. “What did you say?” Poodle repeated her question. Chase thought for a moment before laughing, “I said…cam..camaraderie.” The brunette boy lied, struggling to hold in his cheesy smile.

Poodle squinted her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Chase, spell camaraderie.” She tested; giving him a look that made him squirm.

As expected, he could not spell camaraderie. 

Poodle rolled her eyes, standing up and absent-mindedly smoothing out her dress before sitting next to chase; looking deeply into his eyes. Chase, like the man he was, already had a goofy smile and a red-tint to his face.

Poodle’s eyes trailed from Chase’s, floating down to his curled lips and then lower to his neck that she felt was tailored just for her teeth. 

Poodle quite liked denying her boyfriend of things- consensually, of course. But god when her boyfriend looked at her with those eyes? Eyes that were practically begging her to touch him- even if that touch was just a kiss? Well…even the devil had his weaknesses.

The girl launched herself into her boyfriend’s lap, letting out a soft giggle as his hands found their way to her hips- lightly squeezing the fabric of her dress. Poodle cupped her lover’s face- pride filling her chest at how her boyfriend blushed- before colliding their lips together.

There wasn’t a fight for dominance. Chase knew his place.

Poodle guided, Chase followed. When Poodle’s tongue pushed, Chase’s mouth opened. The two weren’t new to this; far from it. Poodle’s chest pressed up against Chase’s, pushing him further into her pillows; only proving even further that Chase’s pleasure was thanks to her.

And god did it do things to the man. Chase didn’t dare mess up Poodle’s freshly styled hair, opting to just trail his hands up and down her legs, caressing them as if she was a product of Michelangelo. 

A whine slipped from Chase’s lips as Poodle pulled away, just as the man was about to beg for more- he let his eyes flutter shut as he felt Poodle’s kisses begin to sprinkle around his neck. Pure bliss filling his head. 

Poodle knew what she was doing, she knew exactly how to pleasure Chase- but right now it pleasured her to not pleasure him. However, like the spoiled lover the boy was, it didn’t take long for gentle whines to start escaping his lips. 

“Please?” He begged, she ignored. Which wasn’t new, but that didn’t make Chase any less frustrated. “Princess…please?” He asked once more, moving his neck slightly.

Poodle thought for a moment, she was about to leave the boy for at least three hours. At this realization, Poodle moved to the area on Chase’s neck that made the boy weak; peppering a few glossy-lipped kisses on it before beginning to suckle. 

Chase let out a breath of relief, sinking underneath Poodle and deeper into her mattress. “I love you, god- I love you.” Chase stammered, head clouded with the knowledge that Poodle had granted him the privilege of feeling this good.

Poodle felt a bit bad for showing up a tad bit late to Neiima’s launch party; but seeing the bright red marks she’d left all over Chase’s neck made any guilt she had fade far away.