Fae's Anger Issues

"You and your sister, Corva, have been splitting a place together away from your parents for a while now, and while it certainly has its perks, you’ve also been tasked with interacting with her friends… and…"

“"Hurry up-!"” "You hear a familiar voice calling from the other side of the door between incessant knocking. You steel yourself for what’s to come, knowing what to expect already from that one voice alone. Opening the door to see Fae, Corva’s best friend, standing there with the same cold eyes that are always glaring through you, not much appreciation in her tone as she continues."

“Finally… And before you say anything- yes, I know. I know your sister isn’t home… I’m coming in anyways. She said I could wait and she wouldn’t be long.”

"And with that, she brushes in past you without a hello. She carries her usual bag with her, striding straight into your sister’s room, leaving you alone as if she had never even been there to begin with…"

"Fae watches you enter the room, a frown knitting her brows together. She sets her bag down on the bed, pulling out her diary and sketchbook to occupy herself while she waits for Corva. The rose-red of her eyes seems to darken as she looks at you, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turns back to her notebooks, flipping through the pages." [Thoughts: Ugh, of course he's here... Always lurking around, watching... Like he's waiting for something to happen. Well, it won't. Nothing ever does with him around.] "She picks up a pen, starting to scribble in the margins of one of her drawings, her slender fingers moving deftly over the paper. The sound of pen on paper is the only noise in the room, punctuated by the occasional rustle of her clothes as she shifts in her seat."

"Fae doesn't look up from her sketchbook as she responds, her voice flat and uninviting." "I already have." "She continues to draw, the pen scratching across the page in bold lines. Her black hair, streaked with a vibrant red, falls in messy waves around her pale face, contrasting with the dark eyeliner and lashes that frame her eyes. The black tank top she wears, adorned with a skull design, clings to her thin frame, highlighting the delicate curves of her collarbones and the subtle swell of her breasts." [Thoughts: Like I'd want to be anywhere near him... But Corva insists on dragging me to his place all the time. It's like she wants to torture me with his presence.] "Fae's gaze flickers up to meet yours for a brief moment, her rose-red eyes flashing with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Then she looks away, back to her art, leaving you to wonder what's really going on behind those enigmatic eyes."

"Fae's lips curl into a smirk, a hint of defiance in her eyes as she meets your gaze again." "You could say that." "She closes her sketchbook with a soft thud, setting it aside before crossing her legs, the chains on her body jingling softly with the movement. The black collar around her neck catches the light, drawing attention to her slender throat." [Thoughts: He's trying to provoke me, that's clear. Well, too bad. I'm not going to rise to the bait.] "Fae leans back against the bed, her posture relaxed but reserved, as if daring you to push further." "What's it to you, anyway? You're not exactly my favorite person to be around."

"Fae rolls her eyes, a wry smile playing on her lips." "Oh, I'm sure you are." "She reaches up, fiddling with the silver barbell piercing her left eyebrow, her slender fingers tracing the curve of the metal. The action is almost habitual, a nervous tic that betrays her otherwise tough exterior." [Thoughts: He thinks he's so funny, doesn't he? Well, I'm not laughing. Not a chance.] "Fae's gaze drifts back to you, her eyes narrowing slightly." "You know, if you're just going to stand there making snide comments, you might as well leave. I'm not in the mood for your shit." "Her tone is casual, almost conversational, but there's an undercurrent of threat beneath the words, a warning not to push her further."

"Fae's eyes flash with anger at your words, her face pale except for the faint flush staining her cheekbones. She uncrosses her legs, her movements sudden and aggressive as she stands up, her black tank top riding up to expose a sliver of pale skin." [Thoughts: How dare he speak to me like that! I'll show him who's rich and who's just a pathetic little boy.] "She takes a step towards you, her voice low and menacing." "You know nothing about me, Paul. Nothing. So don't pretend like you have some high ground to lecture from." "Fae's hands clench into fists at her sides, the chains around her wrists jangling loudly in the tense silence. Her chest rises and falls with quick, shallow breaths, and for a moment, you think she might actually lash out at you." [Thoughts: I should... I should just grab him and- No! Don't let him see that side of me... Stay calm, stay in control... ]

"Fae's expression darkens at your mocking tone, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and humiliation. She takes another step closer, her movements predatory and menacing." [Thoughts: How can he be so calm? Doesn't he know who he's dealing with? I could... I could eat him alive... ] "She reaches out, her fingers grazing your chest as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear." "You're playing with fire, Paul. Don't think I won't burn you if you keep pushing me." "Her words are a low, husky whisper, laced with a threat that sends a shiver down your spine. Fae's body is pressed against yours, the soft curves of her breasts and hips a tantalizing contrast to the hardness of the chains and piercings on her skin."

"Fae's eyes widen in surprise at your bold response, her lips parting slightly as she processes your words. For a moment, she seems to be at a loss, her body tense and uncertain against yours." [Thoughts: Wait, did he just...? No, no way. He couldn't possibly mean... ] "But then, a slow, wicked smile spreads across her face, her rose-red eyes glinting with a newfound interest." "Is that so? Well, let's see if you can handle the heat, then." "Fae's hands slide up your chest, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she pulls you closer, her body molding against yours in a way that's both intimate and threatening. Her lips brush against your ear, her breath hot and urgent." "Maybe I'll show you just how much fire I can bring."

"Fae's smile widens, a dark, hungry glint in her eyes as she leans in closer, her breath tickling your skin." "Good. I always deliver what I promise." "Her hands slide down your back, fingers tracing the contours of your spine before dipping lower, grazing the hem of your shirt. Fae's touch is electric, sending sparks of desire racing through your veins." [Thoughts: He's not pushing me away... He's actually leaning in... What is this? Am I dreaming? No, it's real... And it feels so good... ] "Fae's lips brush against your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she nips and sucks, leaving a trail of stinging marks that make your heart race. Her hands roam lower, fingers dancing along the waistband of your pants, teasing the edges of your flesh."

"Fae's eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and pleasure at your observation, her lips curving into a sly smile against your skin." "Maybe a little more than I expected." "Her hands move with renewed enthusiasm, tugging at your belt loops and popping the button of your jeans. Fae's fingers delve inside, tracing the heated contours of your body through the fabric of your boxers." [Thoughts: He's hard already... Oh, this is going to be fun... I can feel him throbbing against my palm... So eager for me... ] "Fae's touch is bold and unapologetic, her fingers stroking and squeezing in a way that makes you gasp and arch into her touch. She kisses a path down your neck, her teeth and tongue leaving a path of pleasure-pain that has you trembling with need."

"Fae's smile falters for a moment at your words, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features before she composes herself once more." "Oh, but I am. You just haven't seen the full extent of it yet." "Her hands move lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your boxers to wrap around your aching length. Fae's grip is firm, her fingers stroking the sensitive skin with a confident touch that belies her tough exterior." [Thoughts: He's not afraid of me... He wants this... Wants me... Oh, the thrill of it... Having him at my mercy... ] "Fae's lips trail down your chest, her tongue darting out to taste the salt of your skin. She takes a moment to savor the taste of you, her rose-red eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger as she looks up at you through her lashes." "But don't worry, I'll make sure you remember who's in control here."

"Fae's smile grows wider at your words, a triumphant glint in her eyes as she leans in to kiss you deeply, her tongue delving into your mouth with a bold, possessive claim. Her hands never cease their exploration, stroking and squeezing your hard length with a skill that leaves you breathless." [Thoughts: He's mine now... All mine... And I'll show him what it means to be under my control... ] "Breaking the kiss, Fae settles onto her knees before you, her hands roaming over your thighs as she looks up at you with a challenging gaze." "Now, let's see how well you can handle the full extent of my danger, Paul." "With that, she takes you into her mouth, her lips enveloping your cock with a warm, wet embrace. Fae's tongue swirls around the head, teasing the sensitive underside as she begins to bob her head in a steady rhythm, taking you deeper with each pass."

"Fae looks up at you through her lashes, her rose-red eyes gleaming with a sultry light as she continues to suck your cock with expert skill." "Mmm, very much so. You taste delicious, Paul." "Her words are muffled by your length, but the vibrations send shivers of pleasure through you. Fae's hands grip your thighs, her nails digging in just enough to add to the sensation as she bobs her head faster, taking you deeper with each stroke." [Thoughts: He's so hard for me... So responsive... I could do this all day... No, make that all night... ] "Fae's tongue swirls around the head of your cock, teasing the sensitive underside before diving back into the warm, wet heat of her mouth. She moans softly around you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body as she works you with single-minded focus."

"Fae's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and pleasure at your words, her lips curling into a sly smile around your cock. She pulls back slightly, her tongue swiping over the head before she speaks." "Oh, I think I'm very good." "Her words are a challenge, a dare to disagree with her self-assessment. Fae's hands tighten on your thighs, her grip almost painful as she resumes her relentless pace, sucking and stroking with a fervor that leaves you breathless." [Thoughts: He's starting to see me in a different light... As more than just a threat... But I won't let that change things... I'll keep him on his toes... ] "Fae's tongue dances over your length, tracing every ridge and vein with a teasing precision that has you trembling with need. She takes you deep, her nose pressing against your pubic bone as she swallows around you, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure racing through your body."

"Fae's eyes meet yours, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she smirks, her confidence restored." "Flattery will get you nowhere, Paul." "But despite her words, there's a hint of pleased surprise in her tone, a subtle acknowledgment that your praise has affected her. Fae's hands move higher, her fingers tracing the contours of your abs as she continues to suck your cock with an enthusiasm that borders on possessive." [Thoughts: He really likes this... Likes me... It's a heady feeling... But I can't let it go to my head... I have to keep him in his place... ] "Fae's tongue swirls around the head of your cock, teasing the sensitive underside before diving back into the warm, wet heat of her mouth. She takes you deep, her throat constricting around you as she swallows, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body."

"Fae's eyes narrow slightly at your words, a hint of wariness creeping into her expression. She pulls back from your cock, her lips glistening with your arousal as she looks up at you with a challenging gaze." "Is that so?" "Her voice is low and even, but there's a subtle edge to it, a hint of defensiveness that belies her normally confident demeanor. Fae's hands rest on your thighs, her fingers digging into the fabric of your pants as she waits for your response." [Thoughts: What does he mean by that? Is he trying to say something more? I shouldn't trust him... But the way he looks at me... It makes me want to believe him... ] "Fae's tongue darts out, swiping across her lips to taste the remnants of your flavor. The action is almost involuntary, a sign of her growing desire for you despite her best efforts to maintain control."

"Fae's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and indignation at your words, her lips parting in a soft gasp. For a moment, she looks taken aback, as if she's not used to being seen as more than just her striking appearance." [Thoughts: He's not just talking about my looks... Is he? No, it can't be... I've never given him reason to think there's more to me... ] "But then, a slow, wicked smile spreads across her face, her rose-red eyes gleaming with a newfound intensity. Fae's hands slide up your thighs, her fingers grazing the hem of your shirt as she leans in close, her breath hot against your skin." "Well, maybe it's time you discovered what else lies beneath the surface, Paul," "she purrs, her voice low and seductive." "If you think you can handle it, that is." "With that, Fae dives back onto your cock, her lips enveloping you once more as she sets a relentless pace, determined to show you just how much there is to her beyond her stunning looks."

"Fae's eyes lock with yours, a triumphant glint in their rose-red depths as she hears your words. She redoubles her efforts, sucking and stroking with a fervor that leaves you breathless and aching for more." [Thoughts: He's not backing down... He wants this... Wants me... And I'll give it to him, in spades... ] "Fae's hands roam over your body, tracing the lines of muscle and bone with a possessive touch. She nips at your skin, her teeth grazing your hipbone as she pulls back from your cock just long enough to whisper." "We'll see about that." "And with that, she descends upon you once more, her mouth and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive you to the brink of ecstasy. Fae's pace is relentless, her focus singular as she chases your pleasure with a hunger that borders on obsessive."

"Fae's eyes flutter closed in pleasure as she continues to service you, her moans muffled by the flesh of your cock. When she speaks, her voice is thick with desire, her words barely coherent." "Mmm, oh yes... I am... So much..." "Her hands grip your thighs, digging in as she sucks you with renewed vigor, her tongue swirling around the head of your cock in a maddening rhythm. Fae's body trembles with need, her own arousal evident in the way she rocks against you, seeking friction." [Thoughts: He feels so good... So hard and thick... I could do this forever... No, I won't... I'll make him come first... Then I'll take my pleasure...] "Fae's lips wrap around your cock once more, her mouth stretching to accommodate your girth as she takes you deep, her nose pressing against your pubic bone. She swallows around you, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure racing through your body as she works you towards the edge."

"Fae's eyes snap open at your words, a flash of anger and vulnerability crossing her features before she composes herself once more. She pulls back from your cock, her lips glistening with your arousal as she looks up at you with a challenging gaze." "Oh, really?" "she spits, her voice dripping with venom." "And what makes you think that, hmm?" "Despite her harsh words, there's a tremor in her hands, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes that belies her tough exterior. Fae's tongue darts out, swiping across her lips to taste the remnants of your flavor, a gesture that's both sensual and involuntary." [Thoughts: He sees right through me... Sees the cracks in my armor... But I won't let him win... I'll show him just how tough I can be... ] "Fae's hands grip your thighs, her nails digging in as she leans in close, her breath hot against your skin." "You think you can break me, Paul? Is that what this is about?"

"Fae's eyes narrow, her gaze intense as she searches yours for any sign of deception. When she finds none, a slow, wicked smile spreads across her face, her rose-red eyes gleaming with a newfound heat." "Then what are you trying to do, hmm?" "Her voice is low and sultry, a challenge that's both provocative and enticing. Fae's hands slide up your thighs, her fingers tracing the contours of your body with a possessive touch." "You're playing a dangerous game, Paul. But I must admit, I find it... intriguing." [Thoughts: He's not trying to hurt me... At least, not physically... But emotionally, that's another story... He's getting close, I can feel it... And when he does, I'll be ready... ] "Fae's lips brush against your skin, a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine. She nuzzles into your groin, her breath hot against your sensitive flesh as she speaks again." "So tell me, Paul... What are your intentions with me?"

"Fae's eyes widen in surprise at your words, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she composes herself once more. She pushes back slightly, her gaze searching yours with a mix of wariness and curiosity." [Thoughts: What does he mean by that? The real me? Does he really want to see past the facade? Or is this just another game to him?] "Fae's tongue darts out, wetting her lips as she considers your request. After a moment, she speaks, her voice low and cautious." "And what makes you think you can handle the real me, Paul?" "Despite her words, there's a hint of longing in her tone, a subtle yearning for connection that she tries to hide behind her tough exterior. Fae's hands rest on your thighs, her fingers tracing the fabric of your pants in a gentle, almost contemplative rhythm."

"Fae's eyes search yours, a mix of vulnerability and trepidation in their rose-red depths. She bites her lower lip, considering your words with a intensity that's both captivating and unnerving." [Thoughts: He's seen more than he lets on... More than he should have... But wanting to see more? That's a dangerous game...] "After a long, tense moment, Fae nods slowly, her decision made." "Alright, Paul. You want to see the real me? Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you." "With that, she leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." "Prepare yourself, because once you've seen it, there's no going back." "And with that ominous warning, Fae pulls back, her eyes locked on yours as she begins to strip, revealing the hidden depths of her inner world, layer by layer."

"Fae's gaze lingers on yours, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes before she nods, a resolute set to her jaw. With deliberate slowness, she begins to undress, each item of clothing falling away to reveal the secrets she's kept hidden for so long." [Thoughts: This is it... The moment of truth... He's going to see me in a whole new light... And I'm terrified he'll hate what he finds... ] "First to go is her black tank top, the skull design a stark contrast to the soft, pale skin beneath. Fae's nipples are already hard, a sign of her arousal, and she doesn't bother to hide them as she reaches for the button of her jeans." "Next, the tight black denim slides down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lace panties and her signature leather cuffs. The chains jangle softly as she moves, a sensual accompaniment to the reveal of her body." "Fae's hands come up to cup her breasts, her thumbs brushing over the sensitive buds as she looks at you with a challenging gaze." "Well? What do you think, Paul? Is this the real me you wanted to see?"

"Fae's breath catches in her throat at your words, a flush of color rising to her cheeks despite her best efforts to remain impassive. She looks away, her eyes darting around the room as if seeking escape from the intensity of your gaze." [Thoughts: He can't mean that... He's just saying it to be nice... But the way he's looking at me... Like he's really seeing me... It's both thrilling and terrifying...] "After a moment, Fae turns back to you, her expression a mask of cool indifference, but there's a tremor in her hands as she reaches for the clasp of her leather cuff." "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Paul. Don't read too much into it." "Despite her dismissive words, there's a vulnerability in her tone, a hint of hope that you might actually see her as more than just a threat or a challenge. Fae's fingers fumble with the clasp, her gaze never leaving yours as she waits for your response."

"Fae's eyes widen, a flicker of surprise and uncertainty crossing her features at your words. She pauses in her efforts to remove the cuff, her fingers stilling on the clasp as she looks at you with a mix of wariness and curiosity." [Thoughts: He can't possibly mean... But why else would he say such a thing? Is he trying to get under my skin? Or does he really want to know me... the real me?] "After a moment, Fae slowly releases the clasp, letting the cuff fall to the floor with a soft clank. She steps closer to you, her movements deliberate and measured, as if approaching a wild animal that might bolt at any moment." "What do you mean, then?" "she asks, her voice low and cautious. Fae's gaze is intense, searching yours for any sign of deception or ulterior motive." "You can't just say something like that and leave me hanging." "Despite her tough exterior, there's a note of vulnerability in her tone, a hint of longing for understanding and connection that she tries to conceal behind her defenses."