Currently in a little spat with my fam, just went to multiple concerts and clubs purely for the dopamine rush, and my graduation is only two weeks away. Not to mention, I have been reinvigorated by seeing ni-ki's tattoos again.
These stories are about to be delicious~~~
(my mental health is in the toilet, but my confidence is through the roof AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS THESE DAYS) :D
That post about Geonu, it was just because I had a story idea for Ni-ki and then I thought it would be better suited for Geonu.
In those pictures I posted, Geonu was in Spencers. If you know Spencers, it's like a mature, alternative novelty store that has a lot of cool trinkets and items, but it is also known for its notorious wall of sex toys in the back. Since Geonu uploaded those pictures, I was like "hm, maybe i should give this story to him."
That's all. Trust, I would NEVER stop stanning Enhypen. All the craziness in the fandom doesn't faze me. If anything, it has just reinforced my love for the boys because this is a really hard time for them, and I know they need our support more than anything. In fact, I was able to secure vip1 for one of their concerts, so I'm hoping to tell them how much they mean to us when I see them.
Anyways, I'm gonna say this here just because everything that's been going on has been pissing me off, and it's obvious the members aren't doing much better considering both Jungwon and Jay have addressed this issue and people STILL won't stop.
ENHYPEN is ENHYPEN.
Let's leave it at that. I will be seeing Enhypen on tour. I will see Heeseung (Evan) when he goes on his future tour. I am here for the boys in any way, shape, or form their career takes. Fuck the number. Fuck Belift. (i never liked belift. this isn't new) And fuck anybody making them miserable when they are just trying their best to move on with their lives.
but for jake he like fingers you to like make the cramps go away YKWIM and ni-ki something jazzy🤔🤔
"Unh, Jake," you whine when he's got three, thick fingers dragging in and out of you.
"Just relax for me, baby. Don't worry about anything." He kisses your neck and curls his fingers to stimulate your g-spot.
You shudder. The slip is so easy, and everything feels so sensitive. Just minutes ago, you were complaining about the heavy ache in your lower abdomen. You were folding in on yourself with pain when Jake couldn't take it anymore. Massaging your tummy wasn't enough. This required an inside job. So he laid you on your back, popped a towel under your butt, and made you as comfortable as he could.
Your pussy is fluttering around his fingers, enjoying the pleasure during a time when you usually would shy from it. Jake ducks his head down to your chest and sucks your erect nipple between his lips. This pulls a loud noise of approval from you, a mix between a groan and a pitchy whine. They were so sensitive, they fucking hurt, and Jake's soft lips sucking your areola was just the sensation you needed. His mouth was warm and comforting, and pushing you into a rolling bliss that had you clenching tighter.
"Jakey," you moan. He hums while looking up at you. He flicks his tongue around the bud, then suckles lightly, watching your lids squeeze shut from the vacuum pressure. "Fuck," you wheeze, rolling your hips to chase his fingers. He responds in kind and gives some attention to your clit with his thumb.
You deserved everything, and he wanted to be the one to give it to you. He wanted to make you come until your cramps ceased. He wanted to make you so light with pleasure that your mind couldn't keep up.
"Gonna come for me?" He pulls his lips away to give some love to your other breast. He kisses then suckles, appreciative when your fingers drag through his hair and scratch his scalp.
"Please." Staring at the ceiling with bleary eyes, you beg for him to make you come. You whine and shiver under his attentive touch. You know he'll give you everything you ask for. You know it well as he massages your slick walls, eagerly digging inside of you to pull out every sweet sound your lips can form.
He's got blood on his hands and your tit in his mouth. It's coating your inner thighs and staining the towel, but neither of you is concerned with it when Jake has your toes curling and your back arching off the bed.
He hums against your boob with a soft look on his face. He keeps his eyes on you and watches you finish dramatically, writhing and pulling your legs up.
His loving suckles only let up at the end of your shaking. Once he's separated from you, he plants one last kiss on your lips. "Want me to run you a bath?"
Panting lightly, you nod. "Will you get in with me?"
I’m not the type of person to gatekeep but I’m ngl…I am a little worried about tt engenes finding out about blr. Not because they shouldn’t have access to fanfics and audios and stuff, but moreso because I’ve seen the way people have started to treat ao3 when more people started finding out about it, and I would hate to have this space to become like that 👀
I’m all about sharing, but let’s respect the rules of a space and not invent new policies because we don’t like the way things are run. All peace and love here ✨💗
remember the basic rule guys:
✨don’t like, don’t read✨
also sorry I’ve been disappearing regularly. I’m in my final semester of college, and I need to focus on keeping my grades up more than anything. I’m in my last month so wish me luck guys. I’m on the path to graduating, but I just wanna ensure that I do everything possible in my ability to end with a good gpa and high standing for future job purposes.
p.s. I’ve been getting deeper into justb recently, so i will be writing for them in the future as well.
Sangwoo is fine as shit and after seeing him perform in person, I wanna take him home with meeeeeee
when i say 90% of the pics at concerts on pinterest are legit him either biting his lip, sticking out his tongue, or grabbing his crotch. worst of all is when bro just looks straight up fucked out. like he looks like someone is deepthroating his shit mid-concert with his head thrown back and his eyes closed...
like bro i get your fans are fine asf but have some decorum, babe.
~~Jake has a thing for groupies. He loves it when chicks fawn for him, open their legs for him, do mind-blowing things for him. He loves it all. He's addicted to it. Problem is, he assumed you were just like them.~~
wc: 1.3k
content: vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, oral sex (f receiving), femdom reader, sub jake~~
Jake, who's in a local indie band that plays small club venues with dedicated listeners. He's nothing too big, but he has a gaggle of girls who throw themselves at his feet for any given opportunity to have his dick in their mouth.
Jake, who assumed you were one of his many groupies upon spotting you in the crowd. You caught his eye immediately, vibing to the music and enjoying his vocals with rapt attention.
Jake, who watched you all night, glancing at your section of the crowd more often than he should have. You saw it. He wanted you to. He wanted you to know how lucky you were to have a hotshot like him eyeing you up all night. That was at least what he thought until he got you backstage.
Jake, who had you sat on top of a speaker by the end of the show with two fingers digging inside your walls. He groaned into the kiss while scissoring his digits wider. You slid your hand up the back of his head, then released a breathy moan when he moved his focus to your neck. He sucked and mouthed the skin, enjoying the reactions you were giving him just before you gripped his hair and pushed him down further.
Oh...this is new.
Shock transformed his features as he flicked an eye up at you. You, however, were hardly phased and instead felt a flutter in your core as he gazed up at you with a look he's surely never given any other girl.
"What? You thought I was gonna be the one on my knees?" You raised a brow at him and watched the initial surprise fade away as he dropped to your feet. Slowly, but eventually, he got there.
You spread your legs wider before pulling your thong to the side, showing him what exactly he would be devouring. There was no patience with you as far as he could tell. His tongue rolled over his lips, then it was licking up your folds, tasting your pussy in lengthy laps. Your juices greeted him eagerly, dripping out with every sweet slurp.
You seemed pleased enough as you combed your nails through his hair and rocked forward on the speaker. Thank God it was waterproof, or else he might have to explain to their tech crew why it stopped functioning at their next show. Jake's saliva, as well as your arousal, were building a small puddle underneath your ass. There was no care on your end for the safety of the equipment. You made that abundantly clear when you shoved his face deeper.
You submerged him in your pussy. You rode his tongue and bumped your clit against his nose. You used his face like a toy, dragging your juices across his face until you eventually came with your fingers twisting his tresses and a pained moan vibrating between your legs. A few more harsh sucks, and you eventually let him free.
"Good," you huffed while running your hand through his hair a few more times, enjoying the look in his eyes from where he kneeled below you.
You wish you could take a picture to preserve it. Maybe even post it online and show everyone how handsome he looked on his knees.
'Lead Singer Fuckboy Eats Pussy Like A Desperate Groupie'
It would've been a beautiful caption to grace the internet. Sadly, you were sure he wouldn't stay down there long enough to let you get the shot.
"Now, fuck me." There was no begging to it. Only a firm command.
Coming to his senses, Jake slaps your hand away from his head and gives you an off look. "Shouldn't I be the one giving orders?"
Leaning your weight back on the speaker, you shrug and present your logic. "I'm not desperate for dick. I could walk out these doors and feel no different from when I came. You, however," you smirk and press your foot down on his crotch, delighted when he folds over with a delicious groan, "have been eye-fucking me all night. Who really needs who here?"
He grabs your boot before you can push down further and do any actual damage. "I could just call someone else," he says.
"But will you, though?" Pursing your lips, you brush the tip of your shoe over his erection, watching him shudder with suppressed glee. "It's obvious you wanna fuck me."
Jake draws in a breath when you bring your hand between your legs and part your folds. You were playing dirty. Jake thought with his dick more than his head. He fucked droves of girls, and could have another one in your exact spot within the hour. But, unfortunately, he wanted you, and he was sure you wouldn't give him the opportunity again.
"Fuck," he curses under his breath before rising to his feet. He slips a condom out of his back pocket and rolls it on quickly.
He's annoyed by your prideful smirk, but also drowning in pleasure when he drags you to the edge of the speaker and pushes inside. The initial intrusion has both of you moaning in sync. He grips your ass while you hold his shoulders.
Your pussy is practically melting his cock. He pulls back with a shaky inhale and then rolls his hips forward. You give a pleased noise in response, and he takes it and runs with it. He holds your ass tighter and fucks you into the speaker, dragging his cock into your walls at a quick pace. Your body slams with his, and you moan each time he drags deep. He hits that sweet spot once, then twice, quick to notice how you clench up whenever he targets it.
Hooking a leg behind him, you pull him closer. You drag him inside your walls and hold him there, watching his expressions shift the more you massage his cock. Your pussy is a warm, wet vice, sucking him in and caressing him to no end.
He curses and groans before squeezing your ass, trying to keep his head on straight and not blow his load too soon. There might be some bruises on your butt tomorrow morning, but that was in no way his concern.
"You're actually fucking crazy," Jake says while grinding into you, unable to move more than a few inches.
"Don't be scared because you've never had a girl take charge before," you moan and roll your hips with his.
His tongue darts out and wets his lips, then he drives his hips forward, jostling you on the speaker. "Never said that."
You would fall off if not for your tight hold on him. Digging your nails in his shoulder to cement your point, you smirk when his eyes roll back and his cock twitches inside you.
"It was implied," you purr.
He's practically sweating bullets, eager to come any minute now. You release your leg from behind him, allowing him to continue his thrusts as he tries to lie to himself that he doesn't like being the overly eager one for once. He grunts and ruts inside your walls, enamored by how amazing everything feels with your pussy gripping him.
His hips smack against your clit, forming a beautiful friction. You moan beautifully, rolling your body to meet his and forcing his cock to touch your deepest spots. It's this sweet combination that has you coming around him just in time for him to finally give out.
Releasing your butt and holding onto the speaker, Jake grunts when his hips stutter inside you. He floods the condom with his cum, wheezing while you milk him dry. You squeeze and stroke him with your pussy, wrapping both legs around his waist and pulling him in until he's flush with you. There's not even a millimeter of space separating the two of you as you reside in a state of bliss.
Stars dust his vision like a distorted solar system. He can see them sparkling around your form. Over your midsection, your hips, your heaving cleavage. He has to blink a few times before they finally slip away, but even then, you're somehow still sparkling.
when i say i was legit salivating writing the last few paragraphs. bro i need him so bad
~~You have a MAJOR gym crush and make it your ultimate goal to have him in one way or another, even if that means actually going to the gym.~~
wc: 2.2k
content: oral sex (m receiving), vaginal penetration, no protection (wrap ur willy), sweat, body grinding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation
Gyms were not your forte. You didn’t enjoy them, so you never thought that they were an important aspect to ingrain into your routine. But there was a gym you would stop by every now and then during the week. Not to work out, but specifically for their smoothies. There was a smoothie shop inside that you couldn’t find anywhere else. You stumbled upon the place once, and now it’s become a regular part of your life. That was it. The smoothies were all you came for.
That was until you came one day, and you got caught standing right behind Hottie McMuscles, who was ordering a protein shake. He was dripping in sweat, rewarding himself after an intense workout. You could tell as much from his shirt sticking to his back, the light gray material now a dark, almost black, color where it clung against his skin. You could make out every ridge and line of toned muscle on his body. His arms were even more impressive, the fresh pump making his biceps extremely prominent. You were salivating just looking at him.
You didn’t wanna be weird, but you also couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out and poking his lats. He was so close, and you lacked self-control.
He turned around when he felt the acrylic nail touch his back, and there you stood, staring at him in utter awe. He could practically see the hearts in your eyes when he spoke.
“Hello?”
You were so far gone, you didn’t even compute that he was talking to you until he waved his hand in your face. All you could do was apologize and bustle out of the shop, forgetting that you were craving a smoothie.
From there, you knew there was no going back. You didn’t even know his name, but you knew you wanted to be in his sweatpants like yesterday.
After that day, you came to the gym regularly, and not just for the smoothies. You put on short shorts and a sports bra, and saddled yourself up on the nearest workout machine near McMuscles, seeing as you had yet to learn his name.
For four weeks, you did this. Some days were failures. Most weren't. You didn’t know his schedule, so you went at the same time. Every. Single. Day. After the first two weeks, you had his schedule down. You knew when he was there. You adjusted your workouts to his.
The problem is…you hated the gym. You had no idea what the hell you were doing. You sweated out your hair every day. You’ve had to get your nails fixed twice so far. Once, because you dropped a weight and broke your nail, another time, because the chemicals in the equipment cleaner stained your gel polish. Worst of all, you were getting no closer to getting in his pants. You planned on giving up once your month-long free trial was up, but by a stroke of luck, you caught his eye when you weren’t lifting the weights properly.
“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”
“Huh?” This was the first time you were hearing his voice in what felt like forever.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to disturb you, but you’re doing it wrong,” he says, abandoning his stuff near the other weights and coming up behind you. He offers a kind smile before hesitantly placing his hand on your lower back, unsure if he should touch you, but also trying to offer some guidance. You take in a sharp breath when he plants his hand down with more pressure to adjust your posture.
“You’re gonna hurt your back and possibly your knees like that,” he says, looking at you through the mirror, assessing the difference in how you were pulling the bar up before compared to now.
You’re trying to keep your wits about you, but his hand never leaves your lower back. He keeps it there as you rep the bar. A warmth is pooling in your gut the longer it stays there, and you know it’s not your core muscles burning.
“That’s good. Better?” Once you drop the bar and turn around to face him, his hand falls away from your back, a sliver of warmth dissipating with his separation.
You nod. “Yeah, thanks…”
“Sunghoon,” he offers with an outstretched hand, which you are eager to grab. Damn, his calluses are no joke. “I’ve seen you around the last few weeks. I would’ve introduced myself sooner, but I didn’t wanna be one of those douchebags who insert themselves in other people’s business.”
His smile shows off a glimmer of pointy canines that you are weirdly interested in having rip into you. He could rip into you as well if he wanted. Throw you over a weight bench and fuck you from behind. He surely could. His body indicated he had the strength for it. You wonder what else he had the strength for.
“No, you’re fine.” It takes effort to pull your eyes away from his arms. “I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’ve been sort of just going with whatever I see online.”
Sunghoon nods, planting his hands on his hips and inadvertently outlining the ratio between his upper body and his waist. Holy fuck was this man a walking statue.
“I could help you out if you’d like. I think we come around a similar time, so I should be able to give you some pointers until you get the hang of it.”
And give you some pointers, he did. Quick to renew your membership after that day, you learned that Sunghoon is quite the hands-on teacher.
If you were working legs, he would run his hands over your thighs, poking and prodding the exact muscles you were working. He would guide you if he saw your form slipping. If he caught you trying to cut yourself short, he would push you harder. He would press you down into your stretches. He would push your head if you were holding it in a way that would strain you. It was so much that you could never end a session without slipping away in the bathrooms for ten minutes to “refresh yourself” before meeting with him for a smoothie.
You got to sit across from him in the small refreshment spot while he praised you on your improvement. You were willing to sacrifice having perfect hair by the end of the gym session if it meant he would be gripping on your thigh and applauding you for doing a good job. You've got to see him with wet, tousled hair in muscle tees and sweatpants. Sweatpants that made his print so prominent, it should be a crime for him to walk around like that. You’ve caught a few moms and younger girls checking him out when he assists you, but they never tried anything. Their jealousy only ever burned in their eyes while he pressed his dick up against your ass, showing you where you were going wrong and how to correct yourself.
If you were anywhere else, you would have had his dick in your mouth right now. But this is a public gym, and he hasn’t presented any indicators that he wants anything to do with you outside of working out. That was until today, when you barely made it halfway through your workout before blurting out what you had been keeping to yourself for almost two months now.
He was doing his set while you rested. You watched him hip thrust heavy weights, grunting every time he pushed up. Sweat was beading down his forehead, and his teeth were dug deep into his lip. He grunted and forced his hips up on the last few reps when you slipped up and said what was embedded deep in your subconscious.
“Fuck me next.” You half moaned out through an exhale.
Realizing you actually said that, your eyes shot to Sunghoon, who was already looking at you.
“What?” Sunghoon huffs with a smile before racking the set.
Wide-eyed and fumbling for a response, you blink at him. “Huh?”
“You said something.” He takes a sip from his water bottle, all while watching you with a little too much heat in his gaze.
“Uh… I was just saying, ‘Fuck, me next.’ I wanted to go after you.” You come up with that on the fly, but he doesn’t look all that convinced. If anything, he’s extremely amused.
Licking his lips, Sunghoon intrudes into what was a comfortable distance for gym buddies. “I don’t think you can lift that.”
With heated cheeks, you still try to defend yourself. “I’m sure I could try.”
He shakes his head and pushes back his damp hair. “No, you’ll hurt yourself. We can find something else for you to do.”
The look in his eyes should have told you what he meant. You hadn’t expected for that “something else” to take place in the back of his car. There was no making it to his house. You were halfway through a session with still ample energy to burn off. If either of you waited any longer, you would’ve likely combusted.
“Keep going. Just like that.” He grunts, thrusting up while you ride him.
“Don’t stop,” you respond, forcing your lower half flush with his.
His hips are more powerful than you might have guessed. Each thrust slams up into you, sending his dick deep enough to nudge your cervix. You moan and drop your weight down on him. Sunghoon’s in the same boat as you. He’s got your wet pussy dripping around him, mixing with the sweat that was already coating your body.
“I think this might be one of the first exercises you’re a natural at,” he smiles, gripping your hips.
He pushes up with enough force that it would send you flying off his lap if your nails weren’t currently embedded in his shoulders. You drag them down his skin and across his pecs, watching the pale skin trail red under your touch. It’s so hot watching his face contort, watching his muscles ripple as he clenches his core to drive his hips up. His biceps are practically fucking screaming with how tight he’s gripping your hips.
“Gonna come,” you moan, bouncing more vigorously. You hop off before you can finish rolling your hips forward against his stomach. You drag your pussy along the contours of his abs, moaning deeply when the friction does wonders for your clit.
“Fuck,” he curses. This was hotter than he expected.
Sunghoon’s been watching you eye-fuck him for weeks, but never wanted to give you the time, like any other woman. They would all quit eventually when they realized he wasn’t the type of guy to fuck anything in yoga pants and a tiny bra. But you were so fucking determined, he couldn’t ignore you even if he wanted to. He saw the wet spots left from your crotch when you got off the seats. He saw your eyes glazing over whenever he kept his hands on you for too long. He saw it and could only ignore it for so long before it led to this.
You reached back and stroked his dick while gliding your pussy back and forth. Your slick coated his skin. His abs shone in the evening glow passing through the windows. He couldn’t stop himself from coming while watching your head loll back. You dragged your pussy faster as he came across your backside.
Sunghoon cursed and gripped your ass, pushing you across his abs until your sounds of pleasure finally ceased, and even then, you were looking down at him with what can only be described as insatiable hunger.
Biting your lip, you climb off his lap and fit yourself between his legs. He’s spent, but you have yet to taste him the way you have dreamed about so many times.
You wrap your hand around his slick shaft and stroke him while taking the top half into your mouth. Sensitive, he curses upon initial contact. You spit and suck around his dick, taking him into your mouth, enjoying the sweaty aroma that perfumes his pubic area. You moan and swallow him down deeper, chasing to taste his cum on your tongue.
“Fuck,” he wheezes with clenched fists. He’s controlling the urge to fuck into your mouth but also pull away. He doesn’t know which to give in to more, but you don’t give him much of a choice when you bury your face into his hips and salivate around him, gorging yourself on the taste of him mixed with your arousal. It was like a drug, fueling your dripping pussy and driving you over the edge with just a few swift rolls of your clit.
You pull up, moaning like a cheap slut with your hand between your legs. Once you separate, you leave a generous amount of spit on his dick and stroke him quickly. He watches the pornographic display before him and doesn’t last a minute more.
He spills a second set of ropes that you are quick to catch by wrapping your lips around his head. You suck him dry until he’s physically pushing you away, no longer able to handle the power of your skilled mouth.
He can barely catch his breath when he hears you saying something while slipping your sports bra back on. “You think we could work this into our cardio routine?”
(idk if anyone knows that song by blackbear, but it used to be my SHIT in middle school...i def shouldn't have been listening to it & singing it regularly, but who cares~~)
@bestboileeknow & @bangingchanxx who asked for pt2. enjoy my luvs
~~Even if your brother's room is just a short walk away and you've made it clear that you can't stand Ni-ki, you still leave your door unlocked when the house winds down. There's no point in denying Ni-ki when your body's gonna tell on you every time.~~
wc: 1.8k
content: masturbation, vaginal fingering, LOTS of overstimulation, vaginal penetration, no protection (wrap ur willy), manhandling, ass slapping, squirting, sorta rough Ni-ki, HE'S A FREAK I TELL YOU
You heard the floorboards creak minutes after the tv turned off in the living room. Normally, this is when you would assume the whole house was asleep. You would hear your brother shut his door and naturally guess that Ni-ki was knocked out on the couch.
You assumed as much, but you knew better than that now. You knew Ni-ki was awake. You knew he heard you all those times you were up late at night, touching yourself. You knew he could hear you right now.
Pajamas askew and blanket pushed to the bottom of the bed, you lie there, legs open with your fingers applying pressure to your clit. The pressure made your breath stutter, but you kept all other sounds at bay.
Hours you locked yourself away in your room after you heard Ni-ki was coming over. Not because you were embarrassed about what you did and worried your brother would find out, but because you knew you wouldn’t have been able to hold yourself back if he sent even one teasing glance in your direction. You had to have some sense of dignity or else he would never let you live it down. And yet, your door sat unlocked for the last two hours, waiting for your brother to head off to bed, and for Ni-ki to find his way to your room.
You saw him before you heard him. That annoying Cheshire grin as he closed the door behind him and stood up against your wall.
“Gonna be honest,” he says, licking his lips, “I thought you were gonna lock me out.”
Pumping your fingers in and out, you ignore him for a few moments. He watches you raptly, his attention fully focused on where your fingers are disappearing to when you push them in. Ni-ki purses his lips when you don’t answer and walks a little closer.
“You just gonna make me watch?”
Close enough to touch you, he wraps his hand around your ankle and rips you down to the edge of the bed. He then leans down into your space and moves his hand to press your inner thigh to the mattress.
“I know you’re a perverted little watcher, but I’m more of a hands-on type of guy,” which he proves to be true the next second when his fingers join yours in your cunt the next second, ripping a startled gasp out of you as he fits two in.
You suppress a groan at the tight fit, your eyebrows scrunching together and your lips parting in a long O.
“Don’t be too shocked,” he smirks while pressing his palm down over your fingers, forcing yours to dig in with his, “You took more than this last time.” Holding your thigh down, he moves his hand faster.
You twist and turn under his heavy touch, trying your damndest to stay quiet. It’s a difficult task with four fingers stretching you out, digging inside of your cunt, and dragging you close to coming faster than you were ready for. Your other hand fists the sheets in an attempt to keep it together.
Not even 50 feet away, your brother is sleeping in his room, unaware that his little sister is getting fingerfucked by his best friend. There’s more of a struggle on your part than there is for Ni-ki. He doesn’t care for much else besides guiding your fingers with his. He locks in when your cunt grows wetter and releases your thigh to spam his hand over your click.
“Oh fuck,” you moan loudly before you can catch yourself, “Ni-ki stop.”
You let go of the sheets to push his hand away from your clit, but he stops everything altogether. Even though he’s still knuckles-deep in your cunt, now, he’s not moving at all. Part of you is annoyed he took your words so literally, while another part is glad for the reprieve.
Ni-ki raises a brow, “You done?” He observes the rise and fall of your chest, then you shake your head. You were far from done, but Ni-ki wasn’t taking it easy on you either.
“Don’t fucking do that,” you hiss at him when you finally find your words.
“Do what?” he asks, jutting his lip out with a coy expression.
“You know what.” You glare at him, hoping to cement your point, but it’s obvious he’s being dense on purpose. All the while, you can feel him beginning to slip another digit in, his face giving nothing away as your core clenches.
“I can’t fuck you if you’re too tight,” he says, holding your gaze, until you finally look away, no longer able to present a strong front when he’s got three fingers matching up against your two.
“That’s- that’s not what I’m talking about,” you stammer while he speeds his hand up again, your squelching more prevalent now. You whimper, trying to finish what you were saying, but finding it difficult as he stares you directly in the eyes while he defiles your poor cunt. “You’re gonna wake him.”
Ni-ki shrugs and returns his other hand to your clit. “Bite a pillow or something.”
You can hardly handle the rapid pace he sets between filling up your core and abusing your clit. Even after grabbing his wrist, he doesn’t move his hand this time. He just continues while watching your reactions closely. He watches you squirm around, gripping the sheets as if dragging the comforter closer will make him ease up.
Broken, guttural sounds bracket your lips and muffle into the cloth, reaching Ni-ki’s ears but likely not spanning past the door.
“Look at that,” he says, a wide grin breaking out on his face. Underneath his hands, your body is contorting trying to run from the onslaught of pleasure. Liquid splashes from your cunt, and he slips his hands away to watch it drench your bed. Holding your legs open, he gets a front row view to your twitching cunt.
You almost scream if not for the bedding you’re ripping your teeth into.
“You squirt this much with all the guys you mess with?” He looks entertained. Meanwhile, you can’t even remember what day it is.
“Fuck you,” you fire back, kicking your leg out weakly, but he catches it and props it up on his shoulder.
Ni-ki chuckles and slips down his pants. “Yeah, I assumed not.” He slots his cock up your slippery folds, watching your shudder from the sensitivity before pushing the tip in, and then slipping it back out. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
You stare down at where his cock is resting against your cunt. “I’m gonna cut your dick off one day,” you reply, staring up at the ceiling.
“You won’t,” he says, nudging your clit and then pulling back a fraction. You release a breathy moan before reaching down to stroke what you can reach. He lets you touch him, your hand gripping the top of his cock. It’s coated in your juices, making the slide in your palm exponentially sweet.
Ni-ki breaks the silence again when you release him, “You been thinking about me, huh?”
You let out an incredulous noise, “You wish.”
“Don’t lie,” he says, finally rolling inside once you grind your hips down. “You can’t get anybody to fuck you like this so you’re always touching yourself when I’m here.”
You moan as he pushes your leg to your chest, effectively sinking in all the way. Answering anything he says is the last thing on your mind right now. It’s not like he would believe you anyway.
“Jesus, stop fucking talking,” you grunt out when his ruts his cock into you.
Gripping your thigh, he presses it down and uses it as leverage to snap his hips and fuck you deep into your wet mess. “Why are you so mad all the time,” he huffs through your tight clenching, “Fuck- It takes a lot to fuck the attitude out of you, or is it just me?”
With your leg over his shoulder, the angle feels like he’s farther inside than the last time. He’s practically kissing your fucking cervix right now. If this was anyone but him, you might give him some grace, but since it’s him, you can’t let him get a big head, even if you do feel like he’s the best fuck you’ve ever had. Eyes rolling back, you tuck your lip between your teeth and turn your head away.
Ni-ki is obviously determined to break your walls down though, considering he’s ramming his hips forward and pushing his weight into every thrust. The pleasurable sounds he punches out of you are far from your control.
He keeps going, even when he feels you coming around him. You buck against him and press your face into the covers. He’s not too far behind, eventually coming deep inside of you only a few thrusts later. It almost has you clawing to hold him close, the feeling of his cum pumping inside your walls. You shiver a little, warmth trickling through your system until he pulls out.
Finished, you expect him to grab his things and exit your room. Overlystimulated, you need some time to yourself. Maybe twenty minutes or so to play with yourself in the shower while you fingered his cum out of you. However, you were way off in thinking he would be leaving anytime soon.
Grabbing your legs, Ni-ki flips you over onto your stomach and pulls you to stand with your front half bent over the mattress. Then, he’s fucking his previous release back inside of you, the resounding squelch more audible with the added lubricant.
The bedframe shakes as he rocks it with every push into your dripping cunt. Ni-ki’s said it before, and he’ll say it again. You really can’t lie when it comes to him. Even when you were cursing him to the moon and back your cunt was fluttering. You were kissing his cock with your pussy. You were drawing him in and drooling all over, begging for him to fuck you more.
Leaning over your back, Ni-ki presses his lips close to your ear. His low grunts are drifting right into your ear with every punctuated thrust. No amount of self control could keep you from clenching around him.
“How many times do you think I can make you come before you tell me you love me?”
A loud laugh reaches the air first, but a moan isn’t too far behind it when he slaps your ass and drives hips forward. “In your dreams,” you reply and then clamp your lips shut before any other contradicting sounds can tumble.
Ni-ki hears your words, but he registers the pull between your legs. He stares at the space between your bodies that disappears every second or so. He watches the glistening wetness mixed with his cum glaze his cock and your folds. He takes it all in, and he makes the final decision because he knows you’ll never say it without enough incentive.
Bringing his hand down hard enough for the sound to echo across the room, he shudders at the sudden clench and says, “Don’t worry. Your brother’s asleep. I think I have enough time to change your mind.”
