One Shots (MxM)

Wenn Has a Good Day

Wenn has a s**t day 2-

Wenn

I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to have s*x on the first date. Hell, it wasn't even a date. I said I wasn't going to let another man charm his way into bed with me.

Don't do it, Wenn. Don't f*****g do it.

I glance down to his lips, staring for a moment watching him lick them.

Fuck it.

We seem to be thinking the same thing because as soon as I reach out and grab his face, he wraps his arms around my waist. I pull him down into a deep kiss as he presses his body against mine.

He shoves me against my door and returns the kiss with just as much passion and even a bit of aggression. It's not gentle or sweet. It's hungry and rushed and perfectly vicious. He bites my lips and shoves his tongue into my mouth. He's not a dom but this is definitely the most dominant kisses I've had.

I love it. I love it rough and hard and passionate.

He grabs my hips and lifts me so that I can wrap my legs around his waist. He uses his hands to pull my shirt up a bit and put them on my body, letting me feel his rough calloused fingers against my soft skin. I reach behind us to open my door, so that he can carry me inside. I kick the door closed as he pulls away.

"Where's your bedroom?" He asks gruffly in between kisses.

"Down this hallway. Last door on the right." I say, panting softly as I move my kisses down to his neck.

God, I thought sleeping with doms was exciting. This man kisses me like he needs my lips in order to survive. It's like he's trying to taste my soul. It just sucks that he's not a dom. He's so kind, so I doubt he's a sadist either.

When we get into my room, he carries me to the bed and throws me onto it, making me smile. He was so nice and romantic at the party. He's a quite charming flirter as well, but his dark brown eyes are dark now. They're lustful and hungry like he's about to pounce on me.

He yanks his long sleeved shirt over his head. My mouth actually starts salivating at the hundreds of tattoos covering his arms and most of his chest. His body is totally f*****g muscular, but not in a gross body builder way. In a sexy 'I want to lick your abs' way. He looks like he could bench press me with one arm.

"Woah."

"That's a compliment, isn't it, Pecas?"

"Yes, Sir." I blush and bite my lip when it slips out, but he just gives me an amused look.

"Oh. Sir? I kinda like the sound of that." He climbs on top of me and pulls my shirt off before working on my pants. I like how rough he's being. He's practically ripping my clothes off like he can't wait to f**k me. "How many condoms do you have?"

I lean up a bit and pull out the drawer of my nightstand, ignoring the s*x toys in order to grab the box of condoms. I pause when I notice my lighter, remembering that I had an itch to put it against my skin just a few hours ago. Mateo made those feelings go away.

I close the drawer and dump the box out on the top. I quickly count and grab one. "There's four."

"That should be enough." He answers dismissively while taking the condom from me, making my eyes widen.

"Four? How much stamina do you think I have?"

"I'll f**k you so good you'll be begging for me all night, baby." He assures me, slipping my underwear off before taking off his pants.

My face turns even more red just from his words. God, he's such a smooth talker. I'm practically leaking already.

Once he rolls the condom on, he reaches into the drawer to get my lube as well, smirking when he sees the toys. "You must be a freaky one. I wouldn't have guessed it though. You look so innocent."

I lean up and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his ear. "I'm not as innocent as I seem. As a matter of fact, all I want right now is for you to f**k me so hard I can't see straight."

He puts his hand on my chest, almost on my neck and shoves me back down. "Good because you're not sleeping until I've kissed every last freckle on your sexy little body, Pecas."

He squirts the lube onto his fingers, lathering himself before slipping a few into me. I take them in pretty easily considering that I always stretch myself before going to the club jus in case a dom asks to play with me. Honestly, I tend to masturbate with my toys a lot too.

After fingering me a bit longer, he pulls them out and lines up with my hole. "You're sure about this right?"

I smile as he leans down to kiss me more gently before, reminding me of his kind attitude earlier.

"Yes, Mateo. I'm consenting quite enthusiastically, so please f**k me before I get one of my toys and do it in my own."

"That's pretty hot actually, but since you begged so kindly..." he leans his head down to kiss my neck while sinking into me, filling me up so much that my eyes roll back.

His rough hands move over my whole body, even stopping to pinch and pull at my n*****s until they're completely hard before moving down to my waist. He must work with his hands. I can feel that the skin on them is tough and scratchy which only makes my body want more of his touches.

His lips are a sharp contrast though. They're a pinkish tint, and as soft as rose petals in the spring. He does what he said he would, kissing the freckles on my face before moving down to kiss the ones on my neck.

I feel him spending a lot of time there, sucking and kissing on sensitive areas. I'm sure that he's leaving marks on me. He must be quite a possessive person if he's going to leave this many hickeys after just meeting me.

He starts getting quicker with his thrusts as he kisses down to my chest, kissing each freckle or mole he can find. I hate all my stupid blemishes. I look at subs like Sawyer and Fizzle who don't have so much as a birthmark and then there's me who's covered in little dots like god was learning how to do splatter paint when he made me.

I don't like when doms compliment my freckles because it feels like a forced attempt at making me feel special and unique.

The biggest problem with it is that I don't want to feel unique. I want to feel normal.

It doesn't feel forced with Mateo.

It feels warm and comfortable. It's like my blemishes aren't something that make me special or unique, but rather just parts of me that he enjoys. It's as simple as him liking my smile or my eyes.

He slams into me especially hard, making me shout slightly and pay more attention to him. "Ah... f**k! M-Mateo. Please... more."

I tighten myself around him each time he pulls out, hoping that I can impress him and bring him closer to cumming at the same time.

After a moment, he puts his hands by my head and leans over me completely. I reach my hands up to gently trail my fingers down his tattooed chest.

I like the way his skin feels beneath my fingertips and the way he starts to sweat and get rougher with me. Most guys start with more energy and burn out towards the end, but Mateo has the perfect amount of build up that I love so much.

"I'm close. Dios mío, Pecas. You're so good at this."

After a few more movements, I arch my back and shout slightly. "Ah, f**k! Mateo!"

He thrusts into me a few more times before moaning my name into my ear while filling up the condom.

We stay this way, panting for a few minutes before. He pulls out and ties up the condom before tossing it into the trash by my bed.

He lays next to me and pulls me against him. "I've never met someone who could do that. I mean, you squeezed me in just the right places. You're amazing."

"Thanks. You're pretty good too."

"Good because I want to go again."

***

I wake up slowly, my brain recounting the events of last night to me.

I got slut shamed by the a group of subs who hold a personal vendetta against me because the doms in their lives make poor decisions like f*****g and flirting with me.

I went home to cut myself and accidentally bumped into a god, making him drop 14 perfectly delicious looking tacos and he took me to a party. Not just any party, but a fiesta in the middle of the hood which was surprisingly fun. Then he flirted with me in all the right ways and he walked me home like a gentleman.

Then we kissed and he f****d me like something out of a dream. Even without being tied up or flogged or the CNC it still felt like heaven. Now I'm waking up and my ass hurts.

I turn to the side of me and roll my eyes when I see that it's empty.

"Figures, doesn't it Wenn? f****d and ditched yet again." I groan, climbing out of bed to slip on a pair of sweatpants before walking to my bathroom.

I lean in close to the mirror and get my fingers wet before fishing in my eyes for my contacts that I forgot to take out last night. I was too busy 'spreading my legs for every guy that looks my way' to pay attention to them.

Once my contacts are out, I put my glasses on, before looking at myself in the mirror. It's a wonder that people hate me because men are attracted to me. I don't see why. I'm skinny and pasty and blemished and damn near blind.

I remember the glasses I wore in middle school. Some kid said I looked like Ron Weasley and Harry Potter had a baby. And he didn't mean it in a nice way either.

I brush my teeth quickly and walk to my kitchen, grabbing a s'mores pop tart, but I put it down when I hear a noise. I walk through the hall and into my study room, my eyes widening when I see Mateo standing there in nothing but his boxers. My eyes get even bigger when I see what he's snooping through.

I rush over and slam the drawer shut before turning and putting myself between it and him with a glare. "What are you doing?"

Maybe he didn't see. Though if he didn't see the contracts then he didn't see anything because that's the only things in the drawer. Every contract from every dom I've ever had. Not a single one lasted longer than 2 consecutive months.

"We're those contracts?" He asks, but the look in his eyes just screams that he already knows the answer.

"No."

"Yes they were, Pecas. Are you a submissive?" Once again he already knows.

I shake my head and decide to double down. "Of course not."

He leans in, putting his hands on the desk on either side of me so I'm trapped. He gets this extremely sexy yet dominant look in his eyes. The expression alone is enough to make my c**k start leaking and my breathing stop. "Don't lie to me."

God, I really need to buy more condoms.

"Sorry, Sir... Mateo." I correct myself, but not before letting my stupid response slip out. I lower my eyes out of habit, shifting a bit.

"So you're admitting it?" He asks, grabbing my chin to make me look up at him.

"I guess. Why do you care anyway? I'm not going to ask you to do anything like that."

"Who says I don't like that stuff? I'm Latino, you know, and we're known for being pretty crazy in bed."

"I can vouch for that."

"Anyway, I've been looking into being a dom for a while now." Mateo tells me, his words make my face heat up.

No f*****g wonder last night was so amazing. Even without doing anything traditionally kinky, I could still feel his dominance. It's more like an aura that he has around him similar to what Claude has. They don't need all the toys and tools to assert themselves.

"How come you never became a dom?"

He sighs and shrugs with a frown on his pretty face. He hasn't frowned since we met. Not even when I made him drop 14 perfectly good tacos.

"It seems like there's not any place for guys like me. Doms are supposed to have the ability to support their submissive. You saw what part of town I live in. I don't exactly make much money, and everyone I talked to said most submissives don't want a dom that's broke."

"I'm not most submissives." I blurt out before changing the subject to brush over it. "The dom that owns the club I go to could talk to you about it. Maybe I could even train you."

"I'd love that. Let's go get more condoms first though. Next time I f**k you, keep the glasses. They're very cute."

"Anything you say, Sir."