Alcoholic fumes (cw + tw)

She had been the one to misunderstand. But all in all, it was a really bad excuse to kiss him, because he didn’t have to do a thing to help her turn the bottle to rum. “Well, it was,” she confessed. It was a way to take his focus away from her hands and the magical energy that turned the liquid to rum. A flattered smile spread on her lips as he complimented her ‘trick’. The fact that he bent his head closer to hers only made the flattery warm her heart even more.


It had been way too many years ago since she had felt like this, and it was quite scary, because they had known each other for less than three or four hours and she still didn’t even know any of his names. She didn’t even fear that this might be the matemark because she knew how the matemark felt. That was after all how she decided who she had to kill.
“You’re messing with my head; do you know that?” she wondered, feeling how his hand found it’s way into her hair. Their lips met and she felt beguiled. For once, she kept the kiss slower and more tender, making the mistake of letting her feelings get the better of her. She almost felt like she had had her feelings turned off, just like a vampire could do; and he had the key to access them. It was starting to turn into a very dangerous game.

It was funny how the way sentences were spoken could hit differently. The way he had used his words certainly felt like a compliment that she didn’t mind, it even made her hum in appreciation, because even though he didn’t say it, the way he did it surely showed how he admired and thought she was good at it.

He didn’t respond, which wasn’t needed, because she could see it in his eyes. He felt victorious because even though they didn’t know each other, he knew that she wasn’t one to just let people mess with her. He had already experienced how she put her foot down in the most delicate way when he had told her to make him do as she said.

He followed along. She liked how he adapted, because it gave her more control, especially when he had started with more passion. She had the steering wheel, even though he could believe he had control. Her hands were slow as they found his hips, following him as he pushed her against the wall, making sure she didn’t hit her head. So thoughtful. However, a small gasp left her lips as her back collided with the wall, and it was almost as if he pushed her directly back into the passion. His hand traced down to her hip, pinning her to the wall. Her kiss intensified and her hands found his pants and started to open them. They should get on with their night.

She started humming in appreciation and leaving pleasured exhales as his lips found her neck. She tilted her head away from him so he could access all of her neck. It felt so good. A little too good maybe. It made her body tingle. Goosebumps filled with excitement spread on her limps. As his pants were finally opened, she pushed them down. She could hear how they landed on the floor. Time had been wasted long enough, which was why one hand snaked its way around him, letting her fingers show him how much she liked it, by dragging her nails between his shoulder blades and down across his back. The other hand found its way to his hip, pulling his pelvis closer to hers, to the best of her ability with how they were standing. She could now feel how he was getting excited. Her nails traveled along the line of his boxers and slowly tried to find their way past the elastic to reach his member unless he told her not to. This was after all with consent, and none of them should step on each other’s boundaries and should accept if one wanted to wait with something or simply skip something. She just wanted it all. All of him and it started to feel like it couldn’t go fast enough.

He responded quite well as she let her nails drag over his skin. It might just be this one thing he liked, but if she could think clearly in a moment, she might just try to figure out if there was anything in the same caliber he liked. She only just got a hold of his member when he let their lips meet again, making a soft moan escape her lips though it was subdued by the kiss. When he lifted one of her legs, she had to give up on the hold on his member. She wrapped both arms around his neck so she could lift herself up and wrap her arms around his waist. In the position they stood in now, she could feel how it felt cold between her legs, which made her hope that he would take her somewhere where he could make sure she wouldn’t be feeling cold. To her best ability, she let one of her hands find its way into his hair, getting a hold of it and making sure he wouldn’t pull away. It was starting to feel like she needed it. She needed the feeling of being wanted, respected, seen, and appreciated. That was possibly what she felt like she needed the most in her life.

She was put on the bed, and he crawled over her. As he started to kiss her down her body, she closed her eyes leaving pleasured sighs. Pleasurable electric chills spread every time his lips touched her skin. She held her breath as she heard how he growled. His teeth grazed her skin as he got a hold of them and pulled them off her. He certainly knew how to give a memorable experience. She had been with gentlemen, narcissists, nerds, freaks, and so many more throughout her life, but none of them had been giving her what she experienced right now.
He watched her as if she was prey. A victorious feast he could enjoy all by himself after what she almost assumed could be a long hunger for something that could satisfy him for days. The only thing was, she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing as she laid there – even though the innocence was lacking. She could eat him right up if she wished to. She winked at him, biting her lip, simply for the show and to let him know that she truly didn’t mind that he watched her how he did.
An elongated moan left her as he explored her shortly, figuring out just how ready she was. From the back of her throat, a soft chuckle left her, watching how he licked his fingers. He looked pleased and she loved how he showed just how much he wanted her. Every inch of her. She already knew that he wouldn’t leave anything unexplored, and sleep was something she wasn’t going to get tonight. She could feel how they almost shared the same air with how close he had leaned down to her. He told her to speak, and she knew very well, that as soon as she did, her lips would grace his and simply make her wish for him to shut her up. Her power certainly laid in how she could turn the events and how she was letting him do what he did. She was the one with the reins here.
“I want you,” she whispered softly but didn’t go for a kiss unless he did. She wanted to know how he gave her his all.

Praise. It was something she had never gotten a lot of when she was a child, so it naturally had turned into something she appreciated way too much, and being called a good girl certainly made something stir in her. And then he removed himself. She lifted her head to look after him. Where was he going? A sly smile formed on her lips as he asked her to stay right there, ‘threatening’ her. It was certainly interesting what kind of punishment he would go for if she didn’t stay. She got up on her elbows to watch what he was doing. She wasn’t just going to lay there and look into the ceiling. And curiosity was a greater part of her personality. She could see that he got a box, but as he looked through it, she wasn’t able to see what it contained, but she had her assumptions.
He came back to her with handcuffs. Sweet. Her eyes studied him. As a ‘magician for rent’ getting out of cuffs was no biggie. Oh, how she knew it would annoy him. She laid back down as he told her to lay still. But she didn’t quite follow his orders. She made it easier for him and stretched her arms up so he could easier cuff her wrists as he pleased. By doing this, he both knew that she was all in, consenting, and very much in control of what she wanted to do or not.
“And what might you do to me, naughty boy?” she said, clearly testing if he thought it was humiliating or not, and what he thought of it. After all, he didn't even seem to be in the middle of his twenties, so he was just that, a boy, a very naughty one.

She raised her brows being overly confident. She wasn’t frightened by how his eyes seemed darker. It was a side of him she wished to get to know, even if it was only going to be for tonight. She let him move her head to the side. “I like calculator better,” she informed him.
No moaning. Super. That was certainly a challenge for her, but she was quite confident that she could make multiple other sounds instead. Her eyes closed as he moved down to kiss her beneath her ear. She hummed softly, agreeing to the terms. One thing was agreeing with them, another was following them.
She felt how he placed himself, and expected him to be teasing her, but no. He quickly thrusted inside her, which made her take a sharp breath. She had tensed up from the surprise and arched her back. Her exhale had to be controlled because she knew very much how easily a hum could sound like a moan. “Fuck,” she sighed, trying to look at where they had been connected, but both her breasts, the thrusts, and how her arms were placed made it difficult for her to see anything at all which made the back of her head hit the mattress again, closing her eyes while biting her lip. Simply enjoying the tight feeling and how she slowly got used to him, and how the slight sensation of pain eased to exist. Sex was a pleasurable act and should always be that.

Maybe it was a strange choice to pick a calculator as a safeword, but it was a word that couldn’t really sound like something else, and it wasn’t something she would accidentally call him. After all, she wouldn’t mind calling him a boy a couple of times, depending on how he acted. If he acted like a child, she would speak to him like he was a child. The way he smirked also gave the boyish vibe. So proud. Her breathing became shallower and small hums escaped her though she kept herself as quiet as possible.
He started to let his member explore her and where she felt the most pleasure. It was a rare move to find. Eventually, her legs curled up, and a restrained hum left her. Her toes curled and her hands grabbed onto the sheets. Her arms slowly curled up, so her elbows pointed more towards the ceiling.
“Shit,” she cursed as one of her legs started to shake. Her breath became shorter, and she had to gasp for air. “Stud,” she called him, trying to pull a smirk, hoping that he would lean down so he could hear her better. When he did, she would be quick to snake her arms up to him, to pull him down. Her legs also wrapped around him. As soon as her lips were mere millimeters from his she would moan, pulling him the last bit to silence herself with a kiss, even though he would certainly be able to hear her moan through the kiss.

He didn’t pull away immediately, yell or complain, which only made it a bigger win for her. Eventually, he moved a little around with his arms, but she didn’t pay much attention to it, as long as his mouth was accompanying hers. He once again started to hit the great spots, but now he increased the speed, which only let her deeper into the pleasure Even though her eyes were closed, her eyes rolled back. As his lips removed themselves from her, she folded her lips and her hands fell from his neck and down above her head.
He wanted her to moan now. A short chuckle left her before she let go of her lip. Her lips spread into a wide smile letting a small moan leave her. Almost an intro to the ones that came following. As his fingers found her lips, she didn’t hesitate to split her lips for him and let his tongue delicately wet his fingers, almost like how she would play with his member if she ever got to do that.
As smaller sounds left him, it was almost like she chimed in, and invited him not to be shy. She liked the rumbling sound of men moaning and groaning. He cursed before he slowed down. “No, no,” she whispered, almost beggingly, “Please,” she was quite out of breath, “- almost,” she tried to tell him, though she already felt how there was a decrease in the climax she was so close to. If he did as she told him to, he would receive a calm, but very pleasured scream, while her legs tightened around his waist as she got over the edge, panting on the other side.

They climaxed, her shortly before him. Before she knew of it, she received a kiss, which she was barely able to react to before he laid down beside him. She sighed, feeling a little exhausted. She hummed as he called her wizard, and she turned her head towards him. A small smile spread on her lips. Even though she would most likely want to lay down and rest, she managed to get up into a seating position, and with some difficulty, she straddled him. She waved to him, wanting him to give her his hands. If he didn’t do as she so sweetly asked for, she would go and grab one hand at a time and with a thrust of their arms, the cuff would move to his wrists. If he gave her his hands, however, she would shake their hands a little up and down before it would seem like the cuffs traveled over her hands to his, cuffing him. While she used her magic, he would be feeling some warmth. “Does that answer your question?” she wondered with a smile that grew greater and greater.

She couldn’t help but smile as he complimented how magic tricks could be so hot. It was enjoyable how he tried to see if he could get out of them. The poor boy knew nothing about what he was up against. “It’s in the box, right?” she wondered and looked towards where he had put the box. She glanced at him. “Okay, the last trick,” she told him, hoping that she could spare some energy and not try and walk to the box. She put her hands in front of her and closed her eyes shortly, first opening them when the box had been transported into her arms. She was quick to put it on the bed beside her before she opened it. It was clear to see how she wasn’t surprised about what the box contained. A smile even grew on her lips as she saw the many different things he had. This was a perfect opportunity to take, but on the other hand, it didn’t feel as good as if it was unpredicted. She wasn’t going to tease him with some of the things he had yet. She let her hands rumble around in the box until she found the key. “Beg.” she ordered him, sitting with the key in her hand.

She heard how he cursed, being surprised how she did it, because all of the things she had worked with, had been his. A ‘normal’ wizard would only use things he knew in and out, his own things. But Michelle just got what she would call talent if he asked her.
The way he narrowed his eyes and tightened his jaw, begging her through gritted teeth and clearly not feeling like begging, she furrowed her brows. “Now that didn’t sound promising,” she told him. “Try again, and this time; mean it,” she said, clearly not liking how he acted. She would almost categorize it as him being rude to her, which was one of the things that could easily get one into her bad book. Most people were in her bad book. Maybe it was just too cold to be in her good book; he might be the only one there. Was the fun going to crack here?