Psychological Pleasures

"Psychological Pleasures"

Reader Warning: This short story contains sexual contents that readers under the age of 18 must not consume. Thank you and enjoy reading!

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Inside a small cafe.

I, Matthew Lexington. A college student and a part time barista.

It's closing time at the shop. The winds were cold and the streets were quiet. The last customer was walking towards the glass door as I opened it for him.

"Come again sir. Thanks for visiting us!"

I said with a genuine smile on my face as the man turned his gaze onto me with a faint smile and a nod.

The shop is finally empty of customers. I turned the plate on the glass door to show that we're closed. I felt a familiar touch on my shoulder.

"You've been working hard today as usual Matt, any plans for tomorrow?"

My boss expressed with an appreciative tone. I slowly turned as his hand left my shoulder.

That's right. Tomorrow's Sunday, I could spend the day in my apartment, doing nothing but draw. But then I remembered something important.

"It would be nice to laze around but I have a project to finish tomorrow."

I replied as I took off my dark green apron and hung it on a rack behind the counter. A female barista followed. She's Natasha, my boss' daughter.

"Who's your partner again?" She asked.

"Lilith Everhart."

"I wouldn't be surprised you don't remember her. She's a bit...distant." I commented as I rub my shoulders.

"...Lilith." Natasha thought to herself before snapping her fingers. "Ah her. Our classmates say she's...unhinged."

"I honestly don't even know why she picked psychology as her course."

Natasha commented with crossed arms while locking onto my gaze. Her eyes were onyx mixing with my own charcoal eyes.

"Rumors are just rumors, Natasha."

"...Judging people isn't right. I still think she's a good person." I replied as I took off my apron.

Natasha and her father did the same. Hanging our aprons on a rack in the staff room.

"...You're too kind for your own good, Matt. It's going to seriously bite you someday." Natasha replied with a sigh.

I was about to open my mouth before her father chimed in.

"Now now, Tasha. Let Matthew be what he wants. You can learn a thing or two from him." He teased, his ink eyes met mine as I respond with a chuckle.

"...Whatever. I'll wait for you in the car, Dad." Natasha expressed with a click of her tongue before her heels left the staff room.

The door chime rang as Natasha stormed off. Her father sighed, placing his palm onto my shoulder with a gentle press.

"Don't listen to her, Matt. She's just shulky since you haven't asked her out yet."

"Take her out on a date. I know a nice diner." He expressed with a wink.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"...I'm not ready to commit to anything right now."

"...I wouldn't want to ruin things."

I replied as I scratch the back of my head.

My words made him carve a warm smile.

"You're a good kid. Don't change, yeah?" Her father expressed.

I could only exchange the smile and a nod.

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The shower was warm. I stepped out from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist as I walk around my apartment.

I yawned as I put on my sleepwear, crashing my body onto the mattress.

My phone's brightness cast down onto my face.

Contacts.

I scrolled down, until my eyes gazed onto her name.

"Lilith"

"Good evening, Lilith. Sorry to bother you this late. Are you still okay making our project tomorrow at your place?" I typed, reading it again before pressing send.

With just a few seconds, my phone vibrated. Incoming call. "Lilith"

I answered without giving much thought. "Hello? Lilith?" I asked. I could hear heavy yet faint breathing from the other side. But also...a soft, rhythmic sound underneath. Like fabric shifting. Or skin.

"Yes...um, sorry. I just thought calling would be easier." Her voice barely audible.

"It's fine but...are you okay?" I asked, concern covering my tone.

"...Y-You're so sweet...just a bit tired...that's all." She whispered.

"...If you say so...anyways, still the same time tomorrow?"

Silence....

A long pause followed. "Lilith...? You there?" I asked one more time.

She yelped weakly. "W-What? Oh r-right...yes same time, 1pm tomorrow." She blurted out.

"Alright...you seem to be tired so I won't be wasting any more of your time."

"Rest well and I'll see you tomorrow." I said before ending the call.

I placed my phone on my nightstand, gazing at the ceiling. "I really hope she's okay." I thought to myself, before drifting asleep.

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At the other end of the line. Lilith laid on her messy bed, her hand between her closed thighs.

"...He's really kind."

"Matthew...~"

"What kind of touch does he have? Gentle? ...Twisted?" She asked, her fingers jerking between her thighs, the sound of her arousal covering the messy room.

"...Are you really..." She paused, lifting her hand close to her face, her fingertips drenched from nectar.

"...Kind?" She asked, panting weakly.

Her own acts consumed by the burning night.

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I felt a cold breeze hit my skin. My eyes slowly peeled awake. Raindrops covered the window on the other side.

I yawned as I sat up.

"7:21 am." I read the time on my phone.

I scrolled through my contacts. "Mom"

My phone rang. Not even a minute passed. I was connected to the other side.

"Good morning, Mom." I greeted.

"Ah, morning sweetheart. You didn't have to call me this early." She replied, her tone already awake.

"It's been a week already so I know you wanted to check on me." I expressed.

"...Why am I so lucky with you?" She teased, a quick chuckle followed her words. I replied the same.

"What about you and Dad? You two still eating healthy I hope?" I asked.

"Of course...but we do miss your cooking sweetheart." She replied.

Speaking of cooking, my stomach rumbled.

"...Anyways. I gotta go, Mom. I'll get ready for the day." I said as I stood up from my bed.

"Ready? Isn't it Sunday?" She asked.

"Well yeah but I have a project to finish, don't worry I won't be doing it alone." I reassured.

"Okay, if you say so sweetheart. Don't overwork yourself. Love you." Mom expressed.

"Yeah...love you too." I replied as we both ended our call.

I smiled to myself. Talking with Mom takes away the heavy weight on my shoulders every week.

I glanced at the window, watching the raindrops fall.

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Even after a few hours, the light rain still hasn't stopped. I walked through the city streets, my raincoat covered in droplets.

The sound of wet rain brought me back to the memory from last night.

"...She's probably sick." I thought to myself. The vague sounds from the call could only mean she really is sick.

I glanced to the side. An open pharmacy. I paid it a visit.

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Inside a barely decorated room. A petite girl sat in front of a window, watching the rain and hearing the wind hum.

The corner of her hollow black eye caught an old figure walking on the sidewalk alone. Her neighbor, carrying plastic bags filled with probably everyday things.

Her steps were slow and weak. Someone her age shouldn't be walking alone under the rain.

The girl's eyes widened. Someone approached her neighbor.

They spoke to each other before that "someone" helped her walk. Carrying the plastic bags as they both walked together.

"...Matthew." She whispered underneath her own breath.

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The old lady opened the front door to her home. She turned as I handed her the plastic bags filled with essentials.

"Thank you for the help, dear." She said with a soft smile, the wrinkles on her face lifting up.

"Not a problem at all, miss." I said as I closed the umbrella she used before hanging it on the rack beside the door.

"Would you like to come inside? I can make you some tea." She offered.

"I would love to, but I'm running a bit late. I'm supposed to meet someone. She's your neighbor actually." I explained as I glanced towards the tall home at the right.

"Oh I see. Are you a friend of hers?" She asked.

I nod, without giving it much thought.

"Keep her company. Her parents are always busy with their work, you see..." She commented.

I couldn't think of a proper reply. I nodded once more.

I said my goodbye to the nice lady.

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1:10 pm. The rain still hadn't settled. I stood in front of the tall house. The white painted concrete walls looked luxurious with the plants around looking colorful.

I stood on the porch, taking off my wet raincoat, hanging it on an empty rack as my finger pressed the doorbell.

A few seconds passed. The door slowly creaked open.

I was greeted by a pair of hollow black eyes, her mouth and nose covered with a disposable mask.

Her height just below my neck. She was wearing an extremely oversized hoodie. It reached her thighs with a pure black choker around her neck. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Sorry I'm a bit late." I apologized.

"It's fine...follow me." She replied. Her nose sounded to be blocked by thick snot.

She then turned, already ahead.

I quickly took off my shoes. My socks pressed on the cold tiled floors as I followed her, school bag wrapped around my arms.

"She really is sick. Good thing I bought some medicine." I thought to myself as I looked around, spotting an empty living room and kitchen.

"...I'll make her something warm later." I thought to myself as I watched her walk up the stairs.

I followed.

"You live alone?" I bluntly asked.

"...Some housekeepers pay a visit every now and then." She replied.

I looked up to meet her eyes.

My heart froze for a mere second. Bare skin underneath her hoodie. My head immediately jerked down, watching my own steps.

"...Why isn't she wearing any—" My thoughts paused. "No, this is her house...it's my fault." I added as I tried to calm my nerves.

I couldn't look up again. My moral compass was one thing but...I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched...

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We both reached a room at the end of the hall.

Lilith turned the knob. An artificial fragrance immediately hit my nose. Air freshener?

She opened the door widely, invitingly.

"Do you need to lie down? I can do the project if you can't—" I cut myself off as she stood still.

A few seconds passed. The silence was suffocating before she finally walked inside.

Her room was rather...empty. No posters, decor...nothing. The only thing that stood out was a small bookshelf with red covered books above a wide desk.

She sat in front of the desk, patting the empty chair beside her.

I nodded as I sat down, pulling out the laptop from my bag.

We both started working on the project. A laptop each in front of us.

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2:42 pm.

"Be sure to get the references on the sources you used." I reminded as my tone was covered with clicking of keyboard keys.

She hummed as a reply.

I glanced to my right. Her eyes focused on her laptop, my gaze dropping to her neck. Her choker again.

"...Wait." I thought to myself. The skin underneath the choker looked off.

My heart rate raised again.

...Rope burns.

"...Suicide?" Before I could finish my own thoughts, her voice pierced through.

"...Matthew?" Lilith asked as she spared me a side eye.

"A-Ah sorry..." I jerked my gaze back to my laptop. The rain outside became heavy, turning into a soothing noise.

"...I shouldn't think about that. It's bad omen. Think positive..."

"...Maybe she's into...'roleplay'?" I thought to myself as my mind came back to reality.

Lilith's head was suddenly close to mine. "...Did you hear what I said?" She asked, her eyes gazing deep into mine.

"N-No." I blurted out.

I then felt a warmth wrap around my hands. My eyes followed. Her small hands held mine.

"...If it's you, I wouldn't mind if you asked...about the marks on my neck." She whispered as she lowered the mask to her chin.

Lilith held my hands with a loose grip. "You know...whenever I see your kind and gentle hands..." She paused, guiding my hands towards herself.

"...Lilith?" I called.

"...It makes me think...what kind of feeling do I get."

"If these hands were wrapped around...my throat." She whispered.

My hands being guided around her neck. Her heavy breaths hit my face. Her skin was hot yet I couldn't pull away. Lilith's eyes...

"Y-You're heating up. Tell me what's wrong." I expressed, yet my words went in one ear and out the other.

"Matthew..."

"Please just...hold my throat. Stop talking..."

"Can we stay like this for a bit?" She whispered softly, her odd gaze sending shivers down my spine.

"...Just hold you like this, nothing else." I replied, my vision slowly blurred.

"Why is she acting so strange?" I thought to myself. Natasha's words echoed in my mind. "Unhinged."

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2:54 pm

The silence between us always felt off. The rain became louder. Thunder crackled.

My eyes locked onto Lilith's face. "...Her neck feels...extremely hot." I whispered to myself.

Lilith's eyes twitched as they became teary.

"...I'm just holding her softly...so why."

"Why is her breath becoming so ragged...?"

"...Why?" I asked myself once more as the corner of Lilith's lips started to leak drool.

A cold sweat ran down my temple. "...What the hell is happening?" I asked as I watched Lilith's expression become more...intense.

Her face turned red, tears ran down her cheeks and a mouth voicing out a plea...

Lilith started to cough violently. I snapped back.

3:06pm.

I immediately pulled my hands away. My chair creaked as I stood up. Lilith's face was a mess of drool and tears.

My heart kept on racing. "...D-Did I just...choke her?" I asked myself, my gaze on my open palms before trailing up to Lilith. She was holding her neck with her gaze never breaking off me.

"How long was I...out?" I asked myself without getting answers.

Blood ran down from Lilith's nose yet she had a smirk carved on her face.

"W-Wow...Matthew~"

"T-This is the first time...anyone has choked me." She whispered, licking the blood that reached her lips.

"Did you also...get excited seeing me gasp for air?" She asked with a twisted chuckle.

"W-Why would I?!" I blurted almost immediately.

Lilith chuckled once more. "But look~" she pointed at my waist. A hardened bulge underneath my pants.

"What the fuck is happening to me!?" I asked myself another question, unable to process what was happening.

"Matthew~" She whispered as she stood up from her seat, walking towards me.

Her finger circled my chest. "I saw you help the old lady next door today." She said as she glanced up to meet my eyes.

"You're always so kind to everyone...to everyone in class, to strangers...even to me." Lilith whispered as she rested her head on my chest.

"Our project...a study about different types of human coping mechanisms." She paused, her finger trailing down bit by bit.

"Kind and gentle people like you...are usually the ones filled with pent up frustration that will...erupt at the worst times." Lilith added, whispering into my ear.

My heart kept on raising and my body felt uncomfortably hot.

"So why don't you...take all that frustration...on me?" She whispered, the tip of her finger rubbing the suffocating bulge between my legs.

"...She talks like she knows me...I barely talk to her in class..."

I thought to myself. The memory of her gasping for air underneath my touch pierced through my thoughts.

I shook my head. "No, this is wrong. I know who I am...and I'm not someone she insists I am."

I held her shoulders tight. "I-I just want to help you!" I expressed, trying to regain control.

"Whenever I see you...I get a tingly feeling...here." Lilith whispered as her fingers traced her lower abdomen.

"...And I wonder. 'He's so gentle but...what would be the most twisted things he'll do to me if he got a chance?~'" She expressed. Her hand then lifting up her hoodie.

My grip loosened from the erotic sight. Her most intimate part expose, droplets of nectar hitting the carpet.

"Just look...your touch...made me like this." Nectar trailing down her thighs as the sight was engraved into my mind forever.

Lilith's fingers reached for her own folds. "...You'll help your poor classmate, won't you?" Lilith asked with a twisted chuckle, lifting her fingers close to her face.

Her fingers covered with nectar. It clung onto her fingers like a runny web. It had a strange appeal...the scent almost intoxicating yet it filled my lungs with heat.

My heart pumped wildly as my face turned hot, my mind clouded with haze. Her words demolished what I thought who I was...I stood helplessly, until my mind snapped.

"...Matthew~" Lilith whispered with a seductive tone.

I raised my arms with a heavy exhale.

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I blinked. My body crashed onto the bed's footboard. A shadow cast upon me.

I glanced up, only to see a pair of charcoal eyes. My body felt more aroused.

"...What's the matter, Matthew? You've gotten quiet." I teased with a chuckle.

"It's kinda scary." I whispered. The sound of a zipper clung between us.

"What happened..." I paused.

A throbbing cock on top of my face, veiny, hard, and swollen. The scent made my abdomen burn.

"...To the smile you've always had?" I asked.

I felt a strong grip on my hair. It stung. Matthew pushed his cock closer to my face. Its length rested on my cheek.

...My nose took a whiff. His scent, his pure and pungent scent.

"You smell nice..." I whispered, staring at the tip with precum.

My hands wrapped around his cock, stroking it gently.

I opened my mouth, hot breaths hitting his skin as my tongue swirled around the tip.

His eyes focused on me...on me alone.

My drool kept dripping on the carpet. I looked up to meet his eyes.

"...You're still holding back." I whispered, my lips parted wide open as I pulled out my tongue, inviting.

His own lips and expression steady, unwavering.

The grip on my hair tightened even more as he pushed himself into my mouth.

I let out a muffled moan, his cock seering my throat. My jaw ached from being streched open, teeth refusing to graze his skin.

My lungs desperate for air as Matthew kept bobbing my head, my eyes rolled as tears, snot and drool drenched my face.

The sound of our twisted act overpowering the heavy rain.

"...I-I'm going to—" Matthew blurted, forcing his body to lean forward. My back laid against the mattress as he pressed down his body. My lips kissing his waist.

He grunted as ropes of hot cum filled my throat. My body shook from the twisted pleasure, back arched as my nectar sprinkled the carpet.

My throat hurts but it couldn't stop me...from swallowing every single...drop.

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My mind cleared from the haze. A sweat randown my cheek. I never felt so much sensation before.

I slowly glanced down. There she was, her wet eyes focused on me.

I felt a chill down my spine as I gazed upon her state, her...weak and used state.

Out of instinct, I pulled away. My softened cock making a pop as it came out of her mouth.

Legs became weak as my weight settled on the carpet.

My heart felt heavy, I looked down on my open hands, shaking and trembling hands.

"W-What did I just...do?" I asked with a whisper, my voice threatening to crack.

"I-I didn't mean t—"

"I-I-I...T-This—"

I couldn't even utter a sentence as the wave of disgust, shock, fear and shame kept piercing my chest.

My heart pumped rapidly, loud enough for the heavy rain to become quiet.

My charcoal eyes drift back to Lilith who sat down on the carpet, her back leaning onto the bed.

I crawled towards her, holding her shoulders tightly.

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry.."

"I'm sorry."

"C-Call the police. C-Call anyone....t-tell them what I d-did."

My voice cracked as tears kept running down my cheeks.

Her hollow eyes met mine. Lilith's lips twisted into a smile.

"...You really are kind, Matthew~"

I couldn't hear her voice. My breathes became ragged, but then.

I felt a warm fingers wrap around my drenched cock.

"...Why so conflicted?" Lilith's weak voice shattered the noise.

Her petite body crawled, pushing my upper body down to the carpet.

"This isn't about what we both think is morally right or wrong."

"...We're all selective sinners...every single one of us"

"Some kill, some steal, some even touch and taste the 'unripe'."

"They wouldn't even fell remorse..." Her voice sounded sore, her throat and vocal cords trying its best to let everything out.

"...Embrace it." She held my hand, guilding it between her legs. My fingers felt her wet folds, her wet and hot folds.

"...I love how kind and caring you are."

"...I loved the way you fucked my skull..."

"...I love you, Matthew~"

"...So love me too."

"...And I'll become the very witness...to your twisted darkness." A twisted confession. Her voice sounded angelic. Hollow eyes filled by nothing but lust.

Her nectar kept dropping onto my softened cock as her eyes never felt mind, using her own nectar as lubricant as her fingers kept stroking my softened cock.

"...That's right."

"...I was never someone who can help her." I thought to myself, the memory of her choking on my cock flashed through my mind, like a permanent reminder.

"...I'm disgusting." My finger tips caressed her wet folds.

"...A disgusting piece of shit." My cock slowly hardened, her smile twisted wider.

"...And so is she." I held her neck as I forced her to lay on her back, my hand still caressing her wet folds, making its way to her clit, rubbing it in circles.

Her body clenched from the sensation. My hand reached for her throat, it felt like it belonged.

Lilith gave me a smirk, eyes still thick with lust.

"...Then I'll cast everything away."

"To rot in hell together...with her." I finished my thoughts. My minded already filled with ways to pleasure her, ways that will no longer question my own morality.

The heavy rain stopped being cold as two flowers drowned, floating on a puddle, wilting.

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I, Matthew Lexington, was never a kind person.

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End of One Shot.