White rabbit
Khabib x reader
young subby Khabibi, masturbation, neighbors!au, smut obvy, enemies to lovers a bit
White surrounded you, your wedding dress engulfed you while you set on the bed. White roses were held on by thorns stuck on your fingers, you didn't bleed and it didn't hurt. There was no music, and there were no people walking in the house, so obviously it wasn't a wedding.
One by one of your aunts started entering the living room, put heavy gold on your neck. Their green satin dresses blurred the room while sun beamed trough, leaving silky taste of milk in your mouth, blood could be smelled from somwhere.
Figure shoved up trough green hue of the house, broad shoulders became more clear. The man looked at you and cleared his throat, fixing his black blazer, he carried bloody white rose in his pocket, just like the ones dirtying your wedding dress. Dress he scooped to the side as he was taking your heels of, slowly kissing your kneesss...AAAAAA
What the hell was that, black, dark, loud steps again. Is he an elephant? You heart beat trough your whole body, signaling the need in between your legs. As kisses given by the dreamy man could be felt all the way to your core, even in a dream.
The man wasn't coincidental, face wasn't shown, but those broad shoulders could be known to you from accros the street. It was felt, you knew it, man from upstairs was kissing your knees and rudely left before he could at least give a lick where needed. Same man that woke you up at 4 am, and the same Khabib that you had at least one fight a day with.
Why would he, of all man in this world, show up in your dream, making you crave his dick?
Getting up frustrated by the noise, you marched on the 4th floor, askew 20 sitting on the door.
You banged and banged, calling for his name. Neighbors for sure hated you both, and will gladly kick you out as soon as possible.
"Khabib, open up" his figure showed up before you started your usual cussing rent, sweaty clothes gripped on his muscular packs, veins popped out by the length of his arms, face scruched in anger.
Unfortunately, you never wanted a man more, for his heavy body to press you into the mattress while his dick spilled his seed into you.
Eyebrows rised and with tired eyes open, he poked his hollow cheeks with his tongue, sending you a questioning look. Why were you breathing hard and why were you biting you lower lips? Are you starting at his dick? Seriously?
"What do you want?"
"You....um...keep it down. Why are you sweaty like that? You stink!"
"I was working out."
"Its 4 in the morning, dont you have gym for such shit. Some people work you now."
"Ex-fucking-actly" your elderly neighbor shouted from the end of the hall, giving you warning look.
"You are doing more noise then me working out, i dont bother anyone."
"You bother me!" You signaled at yourself with you finger, where Khabibs eyes were left, just at you tits and those perky nippls.
At moment you both became conscious, covering your breast, you left by running and he shut his door almost immediately.
Khabibs cheeks were crimson red, he felt new coat of sweat come over him, his mouth dry he tryed to calm himself down, but only until he came to the bed. He layed down, rubbed his face and head trying to cool down, throw away those dirty toughts out of his head. He swears that he had taste of your breastmilk on his tongue.
When trying to distract by biting his tongue so hard it bled, he started humping the air, which only caused him searching for his pillow and crawling towards it like an animal. Slik material of his shorts didn't help him, so he took his dick out, his spit covered his hand. Khabib would have been disgusted with himself if his head was clear, but he only had your perky nippls in front of his eyes.
Noise he let out were sinful, full of breath, voice cracked calling your name out. He gripped edge of the bed with one hand while the other was traveling from holding the pillow in place and trying to get himself up from flat position he was in. He tought of his dick between your two perfect breasts, your spit on the head of his member.
Turning over on the back he stayed fucking his pillow, accidentally letting his cum coat trail that showed you that pretty thing, and his hairy chest.
When high was there no more, Khabib shook from crying, gripping his head in regret. Was he a man like that? Such fantasies, he never acted upon them. He wouldn't hurt you.
You were smarter then him, immediately takeing yourself on a run, escaping any possible act on dirty toughts.
He saw you later that day entering your apartment, he could disappear, instead he lowered his head, eyes brimming with tears. You on the other hand said hi to him, very quiet and low, almost disappointed.
Khabib took of, hundereds od stairs down, hundreds of stairs up and he was the one now banging on your door. You opened almost immediately.
"What is it?" Oh you were mad, you must have heard him, oh hes such a fool, what a pervert!
Khabib didn't speak just like you that morning, but he kept his head lowered, his lower lip now broke, and he picked on his tumb until the skin around his nails didn't blead.
You pulled him in quick, starting your chase for a paper towel.
"I didn't mean to, but I couldn't wait, you looked real pretty too, and I didn'twant to do it, but somethingcame over me and I did I just did" you looked at him confused, wrapping his finger up.
"Did you kill someone?" And you laugh, he is dreading the day he was born and you're laughing. You grip his hand, pull him to the couch and there they are again, your perfect tits. But now he has nowhere to escape, and its like his cock can't seem to listen to him, almost cuming just from you bending over. You are in almost oversized clothes, they aren't even tight on you, why is he sweaty?
You notice the beads collecting on his forhead, imprint of his dick and his eyes never leaving your body. You don't ask for permission, some primal instinct takes over you pushing him down to lay, he doesn't protest.
"You know that I dreamed of you this morning, that was what woke me actually" positioning your knees on either side of his chest you whispered, "you were in a black suit, and you went on your knees just to kiss mine" moving yourself to hover over his pretty mouth.
"But I woke up, and really liked how sweaty you were" your breath became shallow just as lowered yourself on his tongue. "Ohhhh hahahha I would never think that by.....aha..now....hihi.....you would lap on my pussy."
Khabib liked how you weren't gentle, pushing into his face you kept on numbering what you liked about him. His grip on your tights became harder with your every breath, it was heaven watching your naked breastes bounce with every your move.
He came untouched, dirtying his jeans, just when you realised you pretty juices into his hungry mouth. Fed him well.
