Waking up naturally is a lovely thing. The sun is already shining through a gap between the curtains and the wall. I wanted to fix it at first, but waking up to the gentle warmth of the sun creeping over my arm ever so slowly is too good to give up. The room is silent, safe for the little ray of sunshine snoring softly right beside me. It's comforted me ever since the first time she fell asleep while we were on call. I remember vividly telling her those stories about me, like a father would read bedtime stories to his daughter at bedtime. My skin is usually naturally on the warmer side, her skin generally being cold, it's perfect. I can't sleep when it's too warm after all and she? She would prefer to have so many blankets on top that it forms a cocoon, it looks darn cute too when she does that, a happy little girl, disguised as a burrito. It's even better when I get to be the one to tuck her in like that, making sure every single blanket wraps around her body. There's something about the way she smiles and looks at peace, like she is safe from all the bad in the world in that single moment.
It was still early, early enough that she didn't need to wake up yet, but late enough for me to feel ready to get up and start my day. Today I'm free, no work, no homework or deadlines to worry about, not even chores to do around the house. Days like these used to be daunting, filling the void procrastinating on higher energy fun tasks and doing little, ultimately meaningless tasks around the house to not feel like all the free time was wasted. Ever since we started living together however something changed, funny how taking care of someone else's needs can be so… fulfilling. The slightly guilt filled need for rest, turned into resting so I could be of use to her, so I could keep doing the little things for her.
I got up out of the bed as quietly and slowly as I could, giving that cute little thing a peck on her forehead as I stood right next to the bed. I don't wanna wake her up just yet, she has work today and I know for a fact it will be a tiresome but important day to her. She is going to be working as a make-up artist at a new gig. The gig is at a filmset and she will be in charge of making the protagonist look like a gothic lady that owns a shop for cursed items. Think tarot cards that make horrible and accurate predictions come to life and other such terrible objects. I put on my fluffy slippers and head downstairs to the kitchen, making sure not to step on the parts of the stairs that creak, I'd hate it if I'd accidentally wake her up too early, she needs all the sleep she can get today.
Once downstairs I got right to work, I had cut all the ingredients the day before and got straight to work. First I prepared her lunch box, a cute bento with 3 onigiris, filled with omelet, shrimp and gochujang chicken respectively. In another compartment I put stir fried broccoli, and an assortment of different kinds of stir fried mushrooms, making sure they're only mushrooms she actually likes. As for breakfast, I stir fried some onion, bell peppers and tomato, adding scrambled eggs at the very end. While the veggies were getting soft in the pan I made her coffee. I mixed it with some frothed up milk and her favorite cocoa powder and put it in the fridge so she could drink it straight away after breakfast.
I slowly go back up the stairs to our room, breakfast on a plate on top of a metal dish, covered with a metal bowl. I change into my neat pants, a button up and a colbert on top. A princess like her, my princess deserves to be treated like royalty after all. I gently wake her up with pecks on her cheeks and forehead. As the snoring comes to a halt and those beautiful grey eyes open into slits I say in the gentlest voice I can muster: “Good morning babygirl, today is your big day! Daddy has something for you~”. As I utter the last sentence I grab the metal dish and slowly lift off the bowl, the little bit of smoke still in there dissipating to reveal the red and orange colored meal on the plate.
As we headed downstairs I held her hand all the way to the kitchen table, put the dish on the table and moved the chair back, gesturing at her to sit down. I ate my own portion quickly and got to cleaning up the chaotic mess left on the countertop, washing the pans and filling up the dishwasher. As she finished up eating I grabbed the coffee from the fridge and gave it to her. Seeing she was starting to really wake up, I showed her the bento box, the lid being held in place by a red and black ribbon, the red parts being the outlines of Hearts all over the ribbon. As we headed back upstairs I gave her as much space as she wanted to not disturb her too much before fully waking up. After doing her skincare routine she started doing her makeup, I couldn't help but keep smiling to myself like an idiot while looking at her practice her craft. She just looks so damn cool while making herself look even prettier than she already is, doing the most amazing job at making the best features of her face come out. There's also just something so hot about seeing her be so concentrated on something she loves to do. I- I couldn't help but bite my lower lip as I looked at her in awe, secretly hoping she would notice me being flustered. After she was done putting eyeliner on the first eye she turned her head to face me, safe to say once we made eye contact I crumbled. She didn’t utter a single word, she didn't touch me, didn't gesture for anything, she didn't need to do so, after all, what would follow had already been done so many times that no communication other than a single look was needed.
Immediately I knew what to do, I first stuttered: “Ye-ye-ye-yes”, stopping for a second, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath: “Yes, I will get straight to it mommy”. I couldn't even stand up from where I was sitting, I fell down on my knees and shuffled forward to get right in front of the woman that makes me feel whole, the one that makes me care, the one that makes me feel so alive and loved. As I shuffled she spread her legs open, the underside of her nightgown casting a shadow on her inner thighs, the shadow barely concealing what is underneath. My hand moved from the sides of my body to her lower left leg, my thumbs on her shin and the rest of my fingers wrapped around her calve, gently lifting her leg up, so her ankle was at the same height as my shoulders. I looked up at her face, seeing her having started lining the second eye. I looked to my shoulder, and the foot that was now resting on it, slowly shuffling a bit back and giving little kisses around her ankle, pulling off her sock and kissing down over the upper side of her foot.
I must've kissed every single inch of the upper side of it and her polished toes, slowly but surely kissing her leg and massaging the muscles on it with my hands. I stop just before the knee, moving on to the other leg and repeating the process. As I reach her right knee, my hands move on to massage her thighs slowly creeping further up and giving the inner part some much needed extra attention. I keep giving her little pecks, noticing my heart rate keeps going up the further I get. Before long I reach the upper end of her thighs and my kisses get closer and closer to where my lips will stay for the coming minutes. I look up one last time to admire the display of pure skill unfolding above me before looking back down and giving a little peck on the closed lips in front of me. I gently stick out my tongue in-between and open it up, going up and down in a constant rhythm. Slowly adding pressure as I go all the way down to her hole and back up to press the tip of my tongue against her clit. I do my best to slide my tongue in-between the innermost lips and get under that little hood covering the clit, making my tongue as thin as I can while going up and as broad as I can going down.
I lose track of time, of the world around us, of even myself as I keep going in the same rhythm. Before I know it I can feel a hand holding my head and guiding me making sure I go at the right pace and put just the right amount of pressure for her. My heart is racing, but I feel strangely at peace, this feeling of submitting to someone else, this feeling of trusting someone enough to allow them to take control, the feeling of safety knowing the person right in front of me won't abuse that power and knowing she will act in our best interest is truly something special.
I'm most definitely also doing this to satisfy my own needs, but above else
I'm doing it for her
Chapter one 1
(Thanks for reading my short story! I'm planning to continue working on this one and would love to hear anything you have to say about it.)
It was still early, early enough that she didn't need to wake up yet, but late enough for me to feel ready to get up and start my day. Today I'm free, no work, no homework or deadlines to worry about, not even chores to do around the house. Days like these used to be daunting, filling the void procrastinating on higher energy fun tasks and doing little, ultimately meaningless tasks around the house to not feel like all the free time was wasted. Ever since we started living together however something changed, funny how taking care of someone else's needs can be so… fulfilling. The slightly guilt filled need for rest, turned into resting so I could be of use to her, so I could keep doing the little things for her.
I got up out of the bed as quietly and slowly as I could, giving that cute little thing a peck on her forehead as I stood right next to the bed. I don't wanna wake her up just yet, she has work today and I know for a fact it will be a tiresome but important day to her. She is going to be working as a make-up artist at a new gig. The gig is at a filmset and she will be in charge of making the protagonist look like a gothic lady that owns a shop for cursed items. Think tarot cards that make horrible and accurate predictions come to life and other such terrible objects. I put on my fluffy slippers and head downstairs to the kitchen, making sure not to step on the parts of the stairs that creak, I'd hate it if I'd accidentally wake her up too early, she needs all the sleep she can get today.
Once downstairs I got right to work, I had cut all the ingredients the day before and got straight to work. First I prepared her lunch box, a cute bento with 3 onigiris, filled with omelet, shrimp and gochujang chicken respectively. In another compartment I put stir fried broccoli, and an assortment of different kinds of stir fried mushrooms, making sure they're only mushrooms she actually likes. As for breakfast, I stir fried some onion, bell peppers and tomato, adding scrambled eggs at the very end. While the veggies were getting soft in the pan I made her coffee. I mixed it with some frothed up milk and her favorite cocoa powder and put it in the fridge so she could drink it straight away after breakfast.
I slowly go back up the stairs to our room, breakfast on a plate on top of a metal dish, covered with a metal bowl. I change into my neat pants, a button up and a colbert on top. A princess like her, my princess deserves to be treated like royalty after all. I gently wake her up with pecks on her cheeks and forehead. As the snoring comes to a halt and those beautiful grey eyes open into slits I say in the gentlest voice I can muster: “Good morning babygirl, today is your big day! Daddy has something for you~”. As I utter the last sentence I grab the metal dish and slowly lift off the bowl, the little bit of smoke still in there dissipating to reveal the red and orange colored meal on the plate.
As we headed downstairs I held her hand all the way to the kitchen table, put the dish on the table and moved the chair back, gesturing at her to sit down. I ate my own portion quickly and got to cleaning up the chaotic mess left on the countertop, washing the pans and filling up the dishwasher. As she finished up eating I grabbed the coffee from the fridge and gave it to her. Seeing she was starting to really wake up, I showed her the bento box, the lid being held in place by a red and black ribbon, the red parts being the outlines of Hearts all over the ribbon. As we headed back upstairs I gave her as much space as she wanted to not disturb her too much before fully waking up. After doing her skincare routine she started doing her makeup, I couldn't help but keep smiling to myself like an idiot while looking at her practice her craft. She just looks so damn cool while making herself look even prettier than she already is, doing the most amazing job at making the best features of her face come out. There's also just something so hot about seeing her be so concentrated on something she loves to do. I- I couldn't help but bite my lower lip as I looked at her in awe, secretly hoping she would notice me being flustered. After she was done putting eyeliner on the first eye she turned her head to face me, safe to say once we made eye contact I crumbled. She didn’t utter a single word, she didn't touch me, didn't gesture for anything, she didn't need to do so, after all, what would follow had already been done so many times that no communication other than a single look was needed.
Immediately I knew what to do, I first stuttered: “Ye-ye-ye-yes”, stopping for a second, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath: “Yes, I will get straight to it mommy”. I couldn't even stand up from where I was sitting, I fell down on my knees and shuffled forward to get right in front of the woman that makes me feel whole, the one that makes me care, the one that makes me feel so alive and loved. As I shuffled she spread her legs open, the underside of her nightgown casting a shadow on her inner thighs, the shadow barely concealing what is underneath. My hand moved from the sides of my body to her lower left leg, my thumbs on her shin and the rest of my fingers wrapped around her calve, gently lifting her leg up, so her ankle was at the same height as my shoulders. I looked up at her face, seeing her having started lining the second eye. I looked to my shoulder, and the foot that was now resting on it, slowly shuffling a bit back and giving little kisses around her ankle, pulling off her sock and kissing down over the upper side of her foot.
I must've kissed every single inch of the upper side of it and her polished toes, slowly but surely kissing her leg and massaging the muscles on it with my hands. I stop just before the knee, moving on to the other leg and repeating the process. As I reach her right knee, my hands move on to massage her thighs slowly creeping further up and giving the inner part some much needed extra attention. I keep giving her little pecks, noticing my heart rate keeps going up the further I get. Before long I reach the upper end of her thighs and my kisses get closer and closer to where my lips will stay for the coming minutes. I look up one last time to admire the display of pure skill unfolding above me before looking back down and giving a little peck on the closed lips in front of me. I gently stick out my tongue in-between and open it up, going up and down in a constant rhythm. Slowly adding pressure as I go all the way down to her hole and back up to press the tip of my tongue against her clit. I do my best to slide my tongue in-between the innermost lips and get under that little hood covering the clit, making my tongue as thin as I can while going up and as broad as I can going down.
I lose track of time, of the world around us, of even myself as I keep going in the same rhythm. Before I know it I can feel a hand holding my head and guiding me making sure I go at the right pace and put just the right amount of pressure for her. My heart is racing, but I feel strangely at peace, this feeling of submitting to someone else, this feeling of trusting someone enough to allow them to take control, the feeling of safety knowing the person right in front of me won't abuse that power and knowing she will act in our best interest is truly something special.
I'm most definitely also doing this to satisfy my own needs, but above else
I'm doing it for her
Chapter one 1
(Thanks for reading my short story! I'm planning to continue working on this one and would love to hear anything you have to say about it.)
