SHARED OBSESSION

HER P.O.V~

I watched him cook. I watched him clean.

He filled my belly and dressed me neatly.

From small to big, he performed all chores for me. For me.

He made me feel like a diamond under the care of a jeweler. He not only adored, but also obeyed me. He lived his days to make sure I was happy and content.

It was another day in our fairytale. The day was bright. I was finishing up my work, and he was cooking lunch for me. Dressed in a tight blue t-shirt, grey shorts, and a red apron, he stood ten steps ahead of the couch I was sitting on, looking unfairly handsome and unfathomably appetizing.

How could someone be so perfect?

Admiring him, I didn't realize when my feet pressed against the floor, and drew my weight towards him.

I recalled the time he exposed the depths of his obsession for me. 'I could do anything for you.' His eyes had never glimmered like that before.

Those were not just words; they were a picture of his heart, and I could never find a chance to prove him false.

I stopped behind him and slipped my hands under his arms and onto his chest. Masculine and ample, his breasts fit like cushions in my palms.

He gasped lightly, his hands halting, leaving the bread on the pan. He was bewildered like always. No matter how many times I tease him, he acts the same, bashful and perplexed.

"What are you doing?" I whispered into the edge of his ear, standing on my toes to match his height.

"I'm — I'm toasting the bread." He muttered, his neck stiff in one place, his chest heaving in my hands.

"Mmm." I lightly moaned, his sweet scent thrilling my nerves, and nuzzled my face onto his back, his warmth thawing up my skin.

"Are you busy?" I whispered and tightened my fingers around his chest. A pulse of his heart ran through my left hand, and I placed my chin onto his back. "I think you need rest."

HIS P.O.V~

Warmth, my body burned. Her touch, tone, and words caused a riot in my heart.

My heart, it thumped, trying to get out of my chest, but she squeezed it back into my rib cage, allowing me the comfort of her arms.

"I'm — I'm fine," I muttered, bashful to agree with her indirect demand to consume me. But she did not take 'I'm fine' for an answer. I knew she wouldn't. Maybe that's why I said it.

I always needed her lead. I needed her to take whatever she wanted from me without asking.

She spun me around, her hands grasping my arms, and turned off the gas behind me, injecting me with excitement. I knew what was going to happen next.

"You need rest." She whispered heavily, her eyes glimmering with the surge I was aware of. I knew what those eyes meant. They were the eyes of moments before she consumed me whole.

"Y-yes. I need … rest." I nodded, sat upon my knees, lifted my chin, and waited for her touch, already quivering.

She didn't make me wait longer.

She grasped my chin and grazed my lower lip with her thumb, causing a reaction inside my pajamas. Her touch always does that to me.

"Stay still!" Her tone remained as subtle as ever, her eyes polar opposite.

I obeyed and waited for her shorts to get out of my way, trying to maintain a good posture she always liked.

"You want it?" She spread her legs and grasped my head with her loose grip. "Yes, mistress!" I gasped and vigorously nodded.

"Good boy." She smiled and led my lips in between her thighs, giving me the taste I had been craving for over a month.

For over a month, I had been waiting for that day. "I'll give you a reward if you hold it in." She had said.

I obeyed. I didn't touch myself or orgasm. I acted like a good boy. I was obsessed enough with her to do anything she wanted, with love, and finally received the reward I was promised.

For that, I needed to show my gratitude. I needed her to know how happy I was under her control and that I would do anything for her, I would obey her and be a good submissive boyfriend if she wanted.

That's where my happiness resided.

I did.

I did show my gratitude.

With my lips.

I used them to please her pussy, those same lips which were fulfilling my desire to taste her. I kissed her clit the way she liked, and sucked it up and down, fast and slow as if I was eating a fruit she once said.

Her gentle moans were another reward, filling my heart with more gratitude. "Thank you!" I whined onto her cunt and shoved my tongue inside her. Wet. She was so wet, soaking my mouth.

Gratitude only grew bigger in my heart, just like the monster in my pants and took the form of hunger.

Hunger for her cunt.

I continued flicking my tongue inside her, making her moan breathlessly, and grip my head rigidly.

Her thighs shook and tightened around my face. "I'm going to cum!" She moaned, and my tongue hastened; I didn't even have to try. I was going feral. I was so needy. So fucking needy!

Within a few seconds, she was growling and oozing her honey on my tongue, letting me gulp every drop of it. How more grateful could I be?

More. She had decided.

HER P.O.V~

Red cheeks, breathless lips, and needy eyes, he smiled and thanked me, charging me with the relief I needed.

"Sit up here." I cleaned the kitchen counter, everything scattered on the floor, and pulled down his pajamas.

I needed him. I was obsessed with those eyes, those lips, and everything.

I mounted him and consumed his dick whole inside my cunt, watching him bite his lip, covering his whimper.

"Your dick is always a shock to me." I gasped, adjusting to his thick inches, reveling in the showcase of his need in the face of his breathless whimpers and arms holding my waist.

He placed his face onto my shoulder, and whined, "are you going to let me cum, today?"

I began grinding, wrapped my arms around his neck, and whispered. "If you say you could do anything for me, I will."

Pleasure coursed his nerves as well, his whimpers a signal, and he looked at me, "Will you really let me — if I say that?"

Adorable. His disbelief made me wetter.

I grasped his throat, squeezing it lightely to get his dick harder inside me and whined, "fuck me and say it —- I will let you cum, I promise."

"Choke me harder, please!" He begged, grasped my hips, and began thrusting into me, his eyes never leaving my burning cheeks, and moaned, "I can do anything for you."

His dick was kissing sweet spots inside me, his words were electrifying me. "Keep going!" I growled, choked him harder, and placed my face onto his shoulder.

"Anything…. I can do anything for you, mistress!" He growled, his dick pulsating like heartbeat inside me. I felt as if it was getting bigger. It always feels like that, no matter how many times we fuck.

"I'm so fucking obsessed with you mistress! … You can … You can do anything to me."

"I know I can, you gave me that consent. You are so fucking obsessed with me… that you'd let me do anything to you." I moaned.

"Yes. I would." He gasped.

"And you love it. I'm not the only pervert here. You are just as bad as me."

"Aghhh! Yes. I am. I am …. a pervert. I like it. I liked being your submissive boyfriend. I want to stay like this. …. You can do anything …. You'll always have my consent." He was thrusting into me harder, squelching sounds echoing.

"Aghh! Fuck!" I felt my pussy clecnhing his cock and his dick leaking pre-cum.

"I'm going to cum!" He gasped into my ear like a plea.

I released his throat and wrapped my arms around his neck, and moaned, "cum!"

Lightning struck us.

We growled together and orgasmed, quivering into each other's arms. I could feel his hot semen mixing with my juices filling my insides and his dick pulsating.

He held my trembling body tightly, still thrusting into me to let out each drop of his cum, and whimpered so sweetly.

I kissed his forehead, panting. He needed that so badly. "Thank you!" He whispered. "I'm so happy!"

That's how it is when you don't let a boy cum for a month and he enjoys the control. He cums and he cums so much, until he is ready to fuck again. That's how needy he gets, and he loves it.

"Thank you!" He continued thanking me, quivering like a leaf, so needy and so good.

END OF THE SMUT

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