Hihi! I was just wondering if u could write like about ness having a fat crush on the reader but like kaiser got wit her just to be petty ykwim? And then like one day he decides to just break up with the reader bc yk he didn’t really like her so she goes to like ness for comfort bc shes like friends wit him but like ness just ends up confessin and like then they just end up fucking😭😭
HIS TO LOSE, MINE TO LOVE ×𑁤
FEATURING ᯓ★ Alexis Ness x Female! Reader
SYNOPSIS ᯓ★ Ness longs for you, craves you, wants you… but he stays quiet, even it it hurts him… Even if he knows that Kaiser is the one who stole you from him…
CONTENT ᯓ★ +18 (MDNI) Modern AU, Michael kaiser x reader, established relationship, jealous! Ness, friends to lovers, love triangle, unrequited love, betrayal, angst with happy ending, emotional manipulation, YES I made Kaiser the villain in this once again, dom! Kaiser, soft dom! Ness, comfort sex, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral sex (m! receiving), fingering (f! receiving), multiple orgasms, marathon sex, overstimulation, mirror play, belly bulge, light choking, praise kink, dirty talk, petnames, dirty thoughts, doggy style/backshots, reverse cowgirl, missionary, sideways position, creampie
Wc ᯓ★ 7.5k
Hi hi! Ngl this is deffo something that Kaiser would do with his jealous ahhh smh. Decided to turn it into a oneshot since my mind was thinking of one scene after another lmao so enjoy! — 🐉 ⋆｡°·𓂃🖊
Ness can tell you the many times he felt betrayed in his life.
He can tell you the time when his family ridiculed him for believing in magic when he was a child. Or when his mother would constantly cook him herring pie, even after telling her numerous times how much he hated it.
Or the time he failed his maths and physics exam. (He knew he was never passing those exams but the betrayal itself was having to sit them)
He can definitely tell you the time he was chased by the neighbourhood dogs, which he thought were friendly.
But the one time he will never tell you he felt betrayed was when Kaiser, his best friend, started dating you.
“Y’know something?” Ness begins rubbing the back of his neck, a sheepish smile already plastered on his face.
It's karaoke night, just like every Friday night and Ness and Kaiser sit in the booth as you and the rest of the friend group take turns singing songs that you claimed you would sing well but instead, you slur your words at every lyric displayed on the screen.
But Ness watches you intensely. The way your lips move, the soft giggles you slip out in between your bad vocals, your face going all warm from the seven shots of vodka you’ve had.
He’s always found you so intriguing, so adorable, so sexy–
“Spit it out already.” Kaiser snaps at him, crossing his inked arms over his lean chest.
Ness lets out a chuckle, already feeling warm from a couple of shots he’s taken himself. “I just… really need to tell her how I feel, you get me?”
Kaiser doesn’t respond, his eyes narrowing as they flick from Ness to you, who’s lazily leaning on your best friend’s shoulder. The brown pleated skirt that you decided to wear tonight keeps rising, causing one of your friends to playfully scold you whilst trying their best to pull it down.
“She’s so sweet, funny and down to earth. I just need to stop holding myself back and just tell her I want her… I want to be with her, Kaiser.”
Kaiser can see it now, that look of love that Ness has always had for you ever since you became friends with him. Ness’s magenta eyes are glued onto you nonstop, raking all over your body from the curve of your ass to your chest rising in that tight corset top of yours that causes his bulge to grow in size.
Kaiser’s hand finds its way to Ness’s shoulder, finally breaking his gaze from you. His head turns to Kaiser who’s smirking from ear to ear, feigning innocence as he says, “I think you’ve got a chance with her, for sure.”
And Ness believes him. Of course, he would. That's his best friend, and he knows how much you mean to him.
So then why is it when he goes to the bathroom for a quick piss break, he comes back to witness the one thing he would’ve never imagined?
The rest of your friends aren’t in the karaoke room anymore, they’ve either gone outside for a smoke break or gone home.
But as for you and Kaiser?
In the corner of the room, his hand holds up your chin, and his slick tongue slips past your lips which breaks gasps and moans out of you. Kaiser kisses you like he’s devouring you, claiming you.
Doing all the things that should’ve been Ness’s job.
And the worst part is that Ness should be looking away, closing the door and just acting like nothing happened.
But he doesn’t.
Not when Kaiser finally looks him in the eye, his lips still on yours. Your back is facing Ness so you have no idea that you’re being watched. But Kaiser’s eyes never flick away as he swallows your whimpers and moans.
And to add salt to the wound, he smirks against your lips, his hands travelling to the globe of your ass that's hidden under your short skirt.
“I bet you weren't expecting me to confess to you, huh?” Kaiser mutters out, his clothed bulge now hitting your stomach.
“It was definitely unexpected,” you whisper, feeling your flush being pulled closer by him. “I just… never knew you always felt that way about me.”
“You’re so cute, liebling. It's always been you, so just remember that.”
It's always been you? Bullshit.
Ness grits his teeth so hard that they could crack at any given moment. His nails dig into his palms, so much so that they’ll leave marks that will have people questioning.
He doesn’t know what’s worse. The fact that Kaiser just continues to stare back into his eyes as his hands roam all over your body or the fact that he now just simply shuts the door.
Pretending that he didn’t just witness his best friend kiss the girl he’s wanted all along.
He can feel the tears that try to blind his sight but he’s quick to wipe them away.
It's fine, it's clearly meant to be.
Is what he forces himself to believe. But he knows damn well it’s not fine. Especially now that he has to watch both of you go from being friends to now dating.
Whether it’s at a restaurant, the arcades or at the shopping mall, Kaiser’s arm always finds its way around your waist whenever you’re with the rest of the friend group. You’re practically always glued to his side, allowing him to litter kisses from your forehead to your plump lips.
And when Kaiser knows Ness is staring, he’ll slyly whisper either sweet nothings in your ear or tell you how much he wants to leave early so he can fuck your brains out.
You look content when you’re with him.
But Ness shouldn’t be staring. He knows that. But it’s like he can’t stop himself.
You seem to sense it, too. In the middle of an arcade game, your head slowly turns, searching the room before your eyes land right on him.
“Hey,” your brows furrow a little. “Are you okay? You’ve been… quiet.”
Ness flinches instantly, not realising how intense his stare had gotten until Kaiser’s arm tightens around your waist, his thumb pressing against the bare skin just above your waistband.
And to make matters worse, his lips slowly curve into a smirk as he looks him dead in the eye.
If there were no such thing as consequences and if Ness’s loyalty to Kaiser was never a thing, he would’ve made that smirk disappear in seconds.
“Yeah.” Ness forces a smile that feels like it might snap his jaw in half. “I’m good. Just tired, I guess.”
Good was an understatement. He’s miserable as fuck.
You blink at him for a moment longer, as if you’re not quite convinced. And as always, right in front of Ness, Kaiser leans in to kiss your temple.
Whatever tension was in the air fizzles out in the fit of your flustered giggles.
One of the worst parts of Ness sharing an apartment with Kaiser now was hearing your voice channel out through the walls.
It starts with small things.
Your laugh from Kaiser’s bedroom. The rough and sped-up suction noises when Kaiser's lips press against yours. The sound of the shower running after you’ve both gotten home late.
Then it's the moans.
You and Kaiser have fucked more times than he can count.
Every day and night, you try your best to be mindful that Ness is quite literally next door. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to the point that you’ll bruise it, you try to shut away the whimpers and moans all while Kaiser ploughs into your sticky folds.
“Won’t you look at that…” Kaiser freezes his intense pounding, watching the recoil of your ass slap grinding against his pelvis. “You like how I’m stretchin’ you out? I knoow you do.”
You chant Kaiser’s name repeatedly like a damn prayer that makes Ness nearly throw up. It should’ve been him. It should be his name that you’re crying out loud. You should be begging for him to choke you till you can't breathe, not Kaiser.
He tries turning up the volume on his mounted TV. Doesn’t work.
He tries headphones. Still hears Kaiser’s grunts and curses in German all while the headboard continuously pounds against the wall.
Sleeping on the sofa in the living room?
“Mmm–! Miyha, Miyha–!”
That's your third orgasm of the night.
And God, did he despise the way his nickname spills from your lips.
Eventually, he realises that no matter what he does, he can’t escape it. It got to the point where he finally decided to just endure it.
In his way of course.
And he knows that it’s wrong yet it’s your fault.
Your gentle whimpers and choked moans travelling through the shitty thin walls is the reason why he finds himself palming himself every night. His eyes fluttering shut isn't so he can get a good night's sleep but rather imagining your cunt swallowing his cock inch by inch.
He tries his best to block out the voices from his fake friend and focuses on yours. Your strangled noises. Your shattered breaths that run out of your lips. That's what gets him going, pumping up and down his length until you squirt.
And every time you finally let go, releasing a guttural wail that has your poor body trembling, he too finally lets go. Creamy spurts of his cum hit his lean build, causing him to accidentally curse out loud. But like always, he bites down on the inside of his cheek so neither you nor Kaiser can suspect a thing.
He’s content with doing this. Or so that's what he’s forcing himself to believe.
But the longer he goes on with the same routine, the more he strains his hand. It doesn’t hit the same. It doesn’t feel the same. Why is Kaiser the one making you feel this good and not him? Why is he the one who gets to hold you whilst making you laugh uncontrollably and not him?
His resentment towards Kaiser grows like someone being suffocated until they can no longer breathe. His longing for you consumes him that tears him inside. He can’t escape the never-ending cycle when he lives under the same roof as both of you.
The skin slapping, your constant moaning, Kaiser’s groans. He’s finally at his breaking point so he chooses the one thing he hasn’t done in years.
Leave.
He decides to visit his family. The same family he’s been distant from for too long. He’s dreading having to see them but if it means that he will finally be at peace.
Then so be it.
Ness doesn’t waste any time when the sun finally rises. He throws open his closet and starts packing. Just like him and his conflicting mind, his room is a mess. Clothes tossed across the bed, a duffel bag half-zipped on the floor.
He’s folding a shirt when he hears footsteps in the hallway. Your voice follows soon after.
You pause by his open door, peeking inside with a slight tilt of your head. “Good morning, you okay there?”
Ness’s heart stutters. You’re alone. Or at least, he thinks you are. Kaiser must still be in bed or maybe in the shower. Once again, you’re wearing one of Kaiser’s oversized shirts, your hair tousled and slightly damp like you’ve just come from a shower.
There’s a moment of quiet between you, the kind that stretches too long.
So he breaks the silence, his lips tugging in a smile yet keeps twitching to revert into a frown. “Morning to you too and yeah… I’m just heading home to visit family. Been awhile since I've seen them, y’know?”
“When will you be back?”
“I don’t know…”
You’re analysing his face too hard. As always, his smile is so warm but you can’t tell if it’s forced or genuine. You’ve known him longer than Kaiser so you should know if there’s more than he’s letting on.
He may not look it but he sounds broken.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? What for?”
“For not spending much time with you,” your gaze scans the ground, a hint of guilt lacing in your voice. “I’ve been wanting to come check up on you but Miyha told me not to bother since you’re busy doing other things.”
Oh? So not only has Kaiser stolen you from him but he’s also lied in order to separate you from him?
Ness could crash out right about now.
But you’re not finished, you continue before Ness can even utter a word. “Are you sure everything’s okay? It's just that you’ve been keeping to yourself in your room and… you can talk to me, Ness.”
The way you speak to him could almost put him in a trance. It’s too calm. Too soft. Too comforting.
That angelic voice of yours is just urging him to tell you the truth. That he’s leaving because he can’t stand this anymore. You’re always here with him, doing all the things that he can’t get to do with you.
Kaiser of all people doesn’t deserve someone as thoughtful and genuine as you.
But before he can finally get to say his bottled-up feelings, there’s a low chuckle behind you.
Kaiser appears in the hallway, bare-chested as usual, a lazy smirk on his lips as he leans against the doorframe. He pauses, one brow raised at the sight of Ness’s half-packed duffle bag.
“Now where’re you off to?”
Ness feels his throat dry out. “Just visiting family.”
Kaiser blinks once, then pushes off the frame, stretching his arms above his head, abs flexing with the movement. “Sag deiner Familie Hallo von mir,” he mutters casually, as if things are cool between him and Ness.
Then he grabs your wrist.
You glance at Ness as you're being tugged back toward Kaiser’s room, one hand lifting in a gentle wave. Your eyes are soft, almost worried, almost questioning. But to Ness, it’s not enough. You disappear into the room without another word, the door clicking shut behind you.
You’ve gone away with Kaiser.
But further away from Ness.
He thought leaving would fix everything.
And for a while, it almost does.
He’s welcomed back like no time has passed. His mother still makes herring pie on Sundays, despite him reminding her for the hundredth time that he hates it. His father still questions him about whether he’s finally considering pursuing a career in science.
And yet, despite the judgment and passive aggressiveness, it’s easier to smile here. Easier to fake it. There’s no Kaiser in the next room, no soft moans slipping through the thin walls. There’s only the smell of the over-baked sachertorte that his mother attempted to bake, old textbooks gathering dust and his siblings babbling on about quantum theory.
Amid his quiet healing, his mother tells him, “If you ever decide to come back, you know the neighbours have a spare place to rent. You’d be close to us again, where it’s safe.
He considers it. For the first time in a long time, he really does.
Of course, you still manage to reach him.
Notification after another, your name pops up on his phone every few days
You
Hey! Hope you’re okay, just checking in
How’s your family?
Miss seeing you around…
You’ve messaged him a few times over the past two weeks vs Kaiser who hasn’t even said a word to him. Not that he cared but you? He hasn’t answered a single one.
Because if he does, everything he’s been building here, this false calm, this fragile peace will fall apart. So he ignores all of them. And still, sometimes, he stares at the screen longer than he should. Sometimes he types out entire paragraphs, only to delete them just as quickly. He misses your presence.
He misses the way it felt to be seen by you.
But he doesn’t act on it. Not until the call
He’s jogging through the neighbourhood, earbuds in, his shirt clings to his back from sweat, but he feels lighter than he has in weeks.
That is until his phone vibrates in his pocket.
Incoming Call: You
He almost doesn’t answer. He shouldn’t answer, he knows this. He’s come so far with starting to feel okay again.
But God, he misses your voice.
It’s not until the second ring, when something in his chest tugs sharply, that he picks up.
“Hello?”
And the voice that hits his ears doesn’t sound like you. Not the version he remembers, anyway.
“Ness…”
His jog slows to a walk, then a full stop. His brows pull together in confusion.
“Did you know?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
A shaky inhale from the other side of the line. “Please,” you beg. “Just be honest with me, Ness… you’re my best friend. I need to know. Did you know that he was planning to break up with me?”
Ness’s stomach drops.
His brows pull together, his breathing heavy from the run or maybe from the panic curling in his gut. “What?”
“Is that why you’ve been ignoring me?” you ask, voice cracking with every syllable. “Because you knew what was coming for me?”
Ness’s breath catches in his throat. “No— No. I swear to you, I didn’t know. I didn’t have a clue.”
“You’re not lying to me?”
“Why would I lie to you?” His voice trembles now, his chest burning for reasons that have nothing to do with the jog. “If I had known, I never would’ve let you go through that. I never–” He stops, swallowing hard. “I would’ve told you.”
A long, weighted silence.
Then, he hears what sounds like glass shattering into tiny fragments hitting the ground along with your voice straining with frustration. You’re trying not to let it show. But Ness hears it, he feels it.
His breath hitches as he glances around the empty street, then back at his phone. “H-Hey, listen to me. I’ll pack my things, I’m getting on the next train. Don’t let him get into your head anymore than he already has.”
“Please, just don’t do anything stupid.”
Stupid was an understatement.
By the time Ness makes it back to the apartment, he can feel something is wrong the second he pushes the door open.
His steps are careful, heading down the hallway where Kaiser’s bedroom door is flung wide open. His floor is littered with torn clothes, shattered glass, and overturned furniture. Drawers yanked open and a broken picture that’s out of frame.
But the state of his room shouldn’t be his main focus, not when he can hear a dull thud, something hitting the wall. He rushes to the living room and finds you there,mid-swing, clutching one of Kaiser’s prized trophies above your head like you’re about to hurl it straight into the wall again.
“Hey–hey!” Ness is on you in seconds. “Stop that! I live here too y'know?!"
Before you could swing, his arms wrapped around you from behind, one hand locking gently but firmly around your wrist, the other around your waist to hold you in place. The trophy clattered to the floor with a dull metallic thud.
You fought against him for a second, like your body didn’t register who it was. You’re shaking. Your mascara is smeared, your cheeks are stained with tears, and your breathing is all over the place.
“Let me go,” you whispered, voice raw and broken.
“No,” his voice is gentle yet firm. “I’m not letting you hurt yourself over him.”
You twist again, trying to pull away, but he doesn’t let go. “I fucking hate him,” you spit out, and it’s the kind of hate that comes from love that got twisted. Ness’s heart clenches.
Slowly, he turns you to face him, keeping your wrist lightly in his grip just in case. Your eyes are red, lashes damp, lips swollen. His heart shatters all over again. He’s trying to compose himself, be the bigger person in this situation because right now he’s tempted to find Kaiser.
“Talk to me,” he urges, voice barely above a whisper. “Use your words. Tell me what happened.”
You stare at him then, really stare, like seeing him for the first time. The memory hits you.
The unravelling started once Ness left.
There were no more whispered praises in the morning. No more touches that lingered. No more teasing comments that had you playfully scolding him. He barely looked at you. Barely touched you. Conversations were shorter.
He didn’t make love to you anymore, he just ignored you completely like you didn’t exist to him.
Yet, you tried. God, you tried.
You’d ask him what was wrong. Asked if you did something. Even went as far as to offer him space, even if that space broke your heart.
But nothing worked.
And then today, you woke up in bed except… he wasn’t lying there, snoozing by your side. Instead, pathetic messages are parts of him that he left for you.
Miyha
Going away for a couple of days, not that it’s any of your concern anymore 🤣
Don’t overthink it. We had fun, but it’s time we both moved on
We can still be friends tho. Just don’t make it awkward in the friend group, ‘kay?
Make sure to move out your things and just leave the spare key under the front door mat
And if that wasn’t worse enough, a knife twisted in your ribs when you get an automatic notification from his Instagram story.
The video is clear as day. A day party. Some half-naked girl grinding on him in a bikini, his hand gripping her waist, his mouth brushing against her throat, laughing. Like none of it meant anything.
“He broke up with me over text,” you whispered, voice cracking.
He gently pulls you into his chest, and you don’t fight him this time. Your fingers clutch the fabric of his hoodie like it’s the only thing keeping you upright. You bury your face in his shoulder, and for the first time all day, you let yourself fully break.
Ness didn’t need any further details. This whole relationship was a facade all along and he knew that.
His arms engulf you, not wanting you to get away more than you already have. It’s completely silent but some silences don’t need to be filled.
That is until your head lifts slightly from his chest, eyes glassy and swollen, but softer now.
“Why didn’t you answer my messages?”
Ness hesitates. Not because he’s surprised but because you ask it so gently. He exhales slowly, thumb brushing against your wrist.
“Because every time I saw your name on my screen, it reminded me of all the things I couldn’t have.”
Your lips part slightly, but no sound comes out. His eyes don’t leave yours.
“I was trying to move on,” he admits. “I thought if I put some distance between us… It might help.”
You blink at him. “Help what?”
“Help me stop feeling like this.”
His eyes search yours, not for permission, but for understanding. He’s not sure if you've seen it yet. The weight of what he’s been carrying. The truth written across his face, too loud to ignore now.
“What is ‘this’?”
“You don’t get it. It wasn’t even meant to be him making you laugh, holding you, being by your side… it was meant to be me, [y/n].”
The words leave his mouth before he can second-guess them. He watches you closely, ready for you to pull away, to say it’s too much. That’s what he’s used to by now, being pushed away. But you don’t.
You just… look at him. Like everything finally makes sense.
Ness’s voice softens. “I don’t care if you’re not in love with me. I know you’re hurting and confused, and none of this is simple.”
“Ness…”
“Use. Me,” he lets out a soft, humourless laugh. “He took the one thing I ever wanted and treated it like a fucking game. You clearly need a distraction so, please… just use me.”
There’s a moment of silence, using this time to try and gather your thoughts but it’s not working. However Ness’s thoughts are clearer than yours, he knows what he wants. He’s throwing away his loyalty for Kaiser rather than pushing it aside.
Then Ness’s hand comes up, thumb brushing the side of your cheek, wiping away a tear that hadn’t even fallen yet. You weren’t processing how his magenta eyes drops to your lips. And you certainly don’t stop him when he leans in.
His lips are soft, tentative, like he’s terrified of pushing too far. But it deepens quickly, months of buried tension finally resurfacing. Your hands curl into his hoodie, pulling him closer, and his arms wrap around you like instinct, like they were always meant to.
There’s nothing rushed. Nothing careless.
When he pulls away, breath shallow, your foreheads touch. You can feel his hands tremble slightly against your hips.
“I just don’t want to see you cry over someone who never deserved you,” he whispers.
Your fingers curl into the back of his hoodie again, but this time it’s not out of despair. It’s grounding. It’s real.
He lifts you like it’s the most natural thing in the world, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your arms go around his shoulders, nose tucked into his neck as he carries you down the hall without another word.
Not to Kaiser’s room.
To where you were meant to belong from the beginning.
His room is a mess like everything else, left in the same condition from when he first left. He sets you down gently on the edge of his bed, fingers brushing your thighs as he looks at you, eyes searching.
He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time, like you’re something holy, something delicate, something he’s been craving in silence.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, thumbing your bottom lip. “I can’t believe he ever made you feel like you weren’t enough.”
You try to look away, but he catches your chin and gently tilts your face toward him.
“Don’t hide from me.”
Clothes fall away between kisses. His pants kicked off, your shirt tossed somewhere across the room. His fingers hook into your panties and drag them down your thighs, slow and deliberate, like he’s savouring the sight.
“C’mere,” he murmurs, guiding you down to the mattress. His own hoodie and shirt are long gone, his sleeper build body casting soft shadows under the warm lighting.
You crawl over to him, already breathless from the look in his eyes alone. He settles back against the headboard, knees bent slightly. His cock rests hard and heavy against his stomach, already flushed and leaking, and your mouth waters at the sight.
Before he can say anything, your lips are already on his pulsing tip.
He watches with wide eyes, mouth slightly parted as you wrap your fingers around his cock, stroking him slowly. When your lips part and you take him into your mouth, Ness’s head tips back, a low groan escaping his chest.
“S-Shit! Baby…” His hand finds the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair, gently guiding your rhythm. “You don’t have to… fuck–!” He chokes when you suck harder, tongue dragging along the underside.
“Just like that,” he breathes, his fingers threading into your hair gently. “You look so fucking pretty like this, baby.”
The praise hits deeper than you expect and he takes note of that. It’s most likely that Kaiser never praised you like this and it’s what you’ve yearned for so long. You hum around him, the vibration making his hips twitch.
He tries not to push, but his grip tightens ever so slightly as you begin to take him deeper. Your tongue swirls, lips wrapping around him tight, slow strokes building rhythm.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, eyes half-lidded. “So good for me.”
As your mouth works over his cock, Ness slides one hand between your legs, fingers slipping between your folds, finding you soaked and needy. He moans at the feeling, eyes darkening with hunger.
“You’re drippin’ for me already?” he mutters, teasing your clit in slow circles. “Did suckin’ me off get you this wet, baby?”
You whimper around him, eyes fluttering shut as he sinks two fingers inside you, curling upward just right. He keeps thrusting them in time with your bobbing, his wrist moving in smooth, deliberate strokes while his thumb never stops circling your clit.
It’s overwhelming, the pleasure hitting you from both ends, his cock filling your mouth while his fingers drive you closer and closer to the edge. Your thighs shake, your hips grinding down into his hand desperately.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice strained. “Come for me like this. Want to feel you fall apart on my fingers.”
Your moan is muffled around him as your climax finally hits you, thighs trembling, juices dripping down his wrist as he pulls his fingers free and gently cups your cheek.
“C’mon, taste yourself, schatz.” He smears your arousal all around your mouth, lifting you to peck your lips, tongue swirling all around as he also tastes himself on your tongue.
His eyes flick to the mirror across from his bed, and he pulls you into his lap, flipping you around until your back is to his chest.
“Ness–”
“Alexis,” he corrects you, his voice sharp for once which shocks you but only for a brief moment.
“And shh, trust me,” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he positions you on your knees, straddling him in reverse cowgirl.
“I want you to see how beautiful you look like this.”
You meet your gaze in the mirror, exposing your glistening cunt, lips swollen, tits rising and falling while his hands grip your hips from behind.
You’re taking your time to sink onto him and when you do, both of you gasp.
“F-Fuck… you feel perfect,” Ness groans, his head tipping forward to rest between your shoulder blades. “So tight… s-stay just like that.”
He doesn’t move at first. He stays still, buried to the hilt, letting you feel how full he makes you. His hands grip your thighs, then slide up your waist to your chest, kneading your hardened buds gently as he starts to guide your movements.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on the mirror. “Look at yourself. Look how pretty you are ridin’me.”
You rock your hips, whining as he fills you so deep it almost hurts. But Ness is there, grounding you with soft praises between every thrust.
“Doing so good for me.”
“You’re fucking perfect.”
“No one’s ever gonna touch you like this again. No one.”
His hand slides down to your clit, rubbing you in slow circles while you bounce in his lap, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing with every movement. Every roll of your hips, every bounce, every moan, you’re forced to see yourself come undone with him in the mirror.
Your orgasm builds fast.
“G-Gonna cum–fuck, Alexis, Alexis–!”
“I know, I know” his babbles become muffled, kissing your spine, thrusts getting deeper, slower. “Let go for me, schatz.”
His fingers dig deep into the fat of your hips, causing your body to tremble against him, squirting uncontrollably. Your walls spasming around him so tightly that it drags a loud, helpless groan from his throat.
“God–fuuck,” he curses, losing rhythm as he chases his own release. He drives up into you harder now, fucking you through your high until he finally spills into your gummy walls with a raspy gasp against your skin.
Both of you breathe hard, chests rising and falling in sync as the stress bleeds out.
You don’t move right away. You just stay there in his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist again as he kisses your shoulder softly, over and over like he can’t quite believe you’re real.
He’s finally got you in his hold and it’s not possessive like Kaiser.
He’s nowhere near like him.
Your now glistening body settles against him, Ness now leaning away until his back muscles brush against the mattress. He should probably give you a break. But his dick says otherwise. He’s still hard, still needy for you, still craving for you.
And the look in your eyes when you glance over your shoulder tells him you’re not done either. His cock is still twitching inside of you, his restraint hanging by a thread.
So you lean forward, slowly rising off his lap and onto your hands and knees, ass in the air and back arched perfectly for him. The way you look over your shoulder, your glossy lashes, lips slightly agape–
“Don’t look at me like that,” Ness mutters under his breath, pushing up to his knees, hovering behind you. “You look too fuckin’ good.”
You shudder beneath him as he presses his body fully against yours, cock already hard again between your thighs, twitching against your slick heat.
"Spread your legs for me," he murmurs, his hand trailing down the curve of your spine, slow and heavy like he’s trying to memorise every inch. "Let me in."
Something about his voice makes it impossible to say no. So you do.
"Good girl," he breathes out. "That’s it."
His hand reaches down, dragging the head of his cock through your folds. Your body jolts slightly when he taps it against your entrance, then slowly pushes in, inch by inch, groaning as your body takes him again.
“Goddamn,” he breathes. “Still tight, I see. You were made for me, not that prick.”
He bottoms out, hips flush to your ass, and stays there for a moment. His hands stroke up your back, then down again, nails scratching lightly at your skin. He pulls back, as if he’s going to pull out just for him to slam back in.
Just a broken gasp from him, a sharp cry from you, and the sound of skin slapping as his hips snap forward with more force now.
“Look at this,” he groans, fixating on your slick pussy, swallowing him again and again as he plunges into you. “Look at how greedy she is.”
Your fingers claw at the sheets, mouth open in a silent moan as he finds a brutal rhythm. It’s rough but controlled, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you.
The room is filled with the squelching sounds of your fluttering folds, filthy slap your ass smacking against his thighs, your soft whines, his low growls. His rhythm builds, desperate and deep, not quite rough enough to hurt, but hard enough to make your thighs shake.
"Is this what you needed?" he pants, leaning over you, breathing hot on your ear. "Needed someone to really fuck you? To stop playin’ pretend? To take you seriously?”
"Y-Yes–shit, Mmph–!"
"You should’ve come to me first," he growls, snapping his hips harder, the bed creaking under his weight. "I would’ve let you in with open arms and made you feel like this every night.”
“Would’ve had you cumming on my dick instead of crying in someone else’s bed."
His words hit you harder than his thrusts, low and disgusting, full of frustration and want. His hands grip your hips so tightly you know there’ll be bruises in the morning. You love it.
"Hnngh! Oh my god—!"
"You feel that?" he groans, one hand sliding around to rub your clit in tight, ruthless circles. The other slides down to press down on your stomach, feeling the bulge press harshly into your plush skin. "You feel me, don’t you? How deep I’m in your hungry cunt?”
Every response you try to make translates to a broken or shattered whimper. So you frantically nod your head and that answer is more than enough for him. He finally lets go of your stomach. His hand tangles in your locks, pulling your head back gently, forcing you to arch even more for him and loll out your dripping tongue in between your lips.
This time you don’t give him a warning. He’s pulled you close to the edge, your legs giving out and your orgasm crashes through you like a wave, your body jerking beneath him, thighs shaking as your vision goes white.
You scream his name into the mattress, and Ness moans so deeply behind you that it almost sounds like he’s not too far behind. He pulls out just long enough to flip you over, hands under your knees, pushing your thighs back until they’re pressing into your sensitive tits.
He’s a mess now. His hair sticking to his forehead, magenta eyes blazing wild, teeth gritted as he fucks into you like he’s chasing salvation. Your nails dig into his arms, your body already overstimulated, and he loves it.
"Can’t stop," he pants. "I need to feel you break for me. God, just one more–"
His voice cracks as your walls flutter around him again. He grins through a groan, his voice low and nasty in your ear. “That’s it. Be good for me and cum again. Make it messy.”
You can’t think nor can you keep count with how many times you’ve cummed now. You just know that your walls can’t stop clamping down on his throbbing shaft, eyes completely sealed as strings of cum splurge out of your sopping hole.
“Fuck–fuck, you feel unreal,” he gasps, losing his rhythm for a second, forcing a strangled moan from his throat. “I told you you were made for this, made for me.”
He buries himself deep one last time, groaning your name through clenched teeth as he fills you to the brim, his cock pulsing inside.
His weight sinks over you as he collapses, his chest heaving against yours, body trembling from how hard it hit him. His lips find your shoulder, then your cheek, then your forehead, kissing every part of you like he’s trying to put the pieces back together.
You’re so overstimulated, so fucked out to the point that you’re at your limits. Your body practically moves on its own. With the bit of strength you still have in you, you turn to your side, causing Ness to flop beside you.
All you need is a breather, a couple of minutes even. But that isn’t enough for Ness.
He moves gently, his body presses up behind you, back to chest and you flinch with a weak gasp when you feel his cock, already hard again, brushing against the soft curve of your ass.
"Ness–" you whine, already breathless, “I-I can’t–”
“Shh, I know baby,” he murmurs, voice thick and low against the shell of your ear, “That’s why I’m goin’ like this…”
He lifts your thigh slowly, his palm guiding under the bend of your knee with care, and you feel him lining himself up behind you. You let out a soft whimper, not from pain, just from the overwhelming sensitivity, the ache that hasn’t even dulled yet.
Then he’s pushing in again but slowly, his breath stuttering beside your cheek as he gapes at his cock gliding between your folds and sinking into you inch by inch.
“Still fuckin’ warm inside.” He whispers against your skin.
He moves with such patience, hips rocking at a pace so slow you almost can’t tell where you end and he begins. His hand presses to your belly, pulling you back against him while the other glides up your body, curling around your throat gently but firmly, just enough to make your breathing hitch.
And he keeps that pace, his hips rolling in slow, calculated thrusts. You can feel everything. The way he drags against your walls. The way he groans each time you squeeze around him.
“ Let me make you feel good again, yeah?”
You nod, or try to, lost in the haze of overstimulation and tenderness. Your body twitches again in his hold, the stretch slow aching, and you wail, not sure whether it’s from exhaustion, emotion, or pure desire.
He kisses beneath your ear, slow and tender, and then nips lightly at your skin. His breath fans over you as he leans in closer, voice quiet like there’s others around that he doesn’t want to hear.
“Move in with me.”
At a time like this, your brain shouldn’t be short-circuiting. His words are so sudden, trying your best to process his words but it’s hard when he continues with the same motion. Dragging his length at an excruciating measured pace before digging back in.
You blink, your voice hoarse. “What…?”
“I said,” he murmurs, his hips still slow, his voice achingly gentle, “move in with me.”
You glance back at him with wide eyes. “I… I can’t live here. Not after everything. Kaiser–”
“No,” Ness murmurs, kissing the side of your face to soothe your nerves, “not here. Not with him.”
He shifts his angle slightly and thrusts just a little deeper, making you gasp.
“Move in with me,” he repeats, more certain this time. “There’s a place. The one my parents told me about. It’s quiet. Close enough to the city, but far enough to feel like ours.”
He thrusts again, slow but firmer now, and your toes curl.
“You’d be safe with me. Comfortable in your own skin. No more feeling like a second choice.”
His hand on your throat tightens ever so slightly, making your eyes flutter.
“I’d take real good care of you,” he murmurs, voice dipping into a filthier register. “Wouldn’t you like that, hm? Let me come home to you. Let me wake up next to you every morning with you still sore from the night before.”
Your answer gets caught in your throat, but your body gives him one. Arching back into him, hips rolling weakly, craving more. It only makes him grin.
He starts to move faster now, hips snapping forward with more force, but still with intention. He’s still in control, still watching your reactions, still listening to every whimper and stutter of your breath. His cock drags along every sensitive spot inside you, relentless and deep.
“You’d look so pretty in my bed,” he groans, mouth hot against your neck. “Nothing on but one of my shirts. Legs spread just like this. Fuckin’ yourself on my cock the second I get home.”
His hand reaches for your throat, not hard, just enough to tilt your chin and claim your breath for his own.
"You’d let me fuck you on the kitchen counter, wouldn’t you?” The squeeze on your neck increases but never enough to cut off your circulation. “Against the wall? In the shower before work? Yeaah, you would."
"A-Alexis–!"
His control slips, pace turning relentless, greedy. Every thrust now is deeper, harder, more possessive, making your eyes roll back.
"You want that?" he huffs. "Want to be mine? Let me love you properly?"
You can’t even speak so you just nod frantically, broken little cries spilling from your lips as your body tightens around him.
"Say it," he demands softly, his pace getting sloppier now. “Say you’ll be mine.”
"I’m yours," you breathe. " I’m yours, I-I’m yours—!"
That’s all it takes.
You fall apart in his arms again. You’re crying out his name like a prayer, and Ness follows close behind, his grip on your throat tightening just enough as he buries himself deep inside you and cums hard, spilling deep within you with a ragged groan.
He doesn’t pull out. He just holds you, still sheathed inside you, his face buried in your shoulder, sweat-slick skin pressed against yours.
Eventually, Ness shifts, slipping out of you carefully before pulling you against his chest. You let him guide you, curling into him like a second skin. Your cheek rests against his bare chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
His seed stays trapped in your cunt, mixing with your slick juices. You feel so full that your stomach protrudes with its throbbing head digging into your skin. You’re both breathing hard, legs tangled, skin still hot.
He brushes your hair back, planting a kiss on your temple. "We need to leave," he says softly.
You sigh. "I know. Just… can we stay like this for a while?”
There’s a soft chuckle that vibrates in his chest, eyelids failing to keep open.
“Yeah, baby,” he murmurs, “as long as you want.”
So you both lay there, tangled limbs above the sheets and breathing back to its original state. Ness knows that someone is going to lose their mind when they finally arrive back home.
And boy, was he right. A couple of days went by and as expected his phone’s blowing up with multiple messages from Kaiser until finally he rings his phone.
“Care to explain to me why my fucking room has been turned upside down?”
“I know you let that bat-shit crazy girl tear it the fuck up. When I–“
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Rightfully so.
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