🎮 roommates (allegedly)
malipo kinich x fem ! reader
syn: your college dormmate is a jerk... so why is he in your bed !?!? an/cw: SMUT !!! same au as "player 2 (unfortunately)", no relationship established, bickering while doing the deed, unprotected sex, this is my first time writing smut so .... gLup..... cut me some slack!!!!!
read the main fic here !!
kinich swears you piss him off on purpose.
not the existing, that's already infuriating enough. it's the way you push every last button of his constantly ever since celestia has granted him the blessing of bestowing you as his roommate.
"wow," you hum, lazily checking your nails as you lean against his gaming desk while he's trying―trying―to focus on his game. "you're really bad at multitasking."
"i am literally ignoring you." kinich says flatly, eyes stuck on his pc monitor. the sound of his keyboard's click clack click clack all too familiar now to your ears.
...
...
his eyebrows furrow in worry when you're being a bit too quiet now... eyes still glued to the screen―until he catches a glimpse of your finger tapping the edge of his mechanical keyboard, way too close to the ctrl + w keys...
tap,
tap.
he growls under his breath. "touch that again and i swear―"
"and you'll what, gamerboy?" you challenge, tilting your head. too close for his comfort. his grip tightens on his mouse.
"archons, you're insufferable," he murmurs, yet he can't find it in himself to pull away.
"and yet, you're reacting anyway." you mock.
"what the hell is your problem?" kinich bites back, trying to somewhat gain even a sliver of control here now. he knows you're right, that you always somehow, always manage to get under his skin―as much as he gets in yours.
"my problem is that you think you live alone." you fire back, leaning in further. "you don't. you live with me."
...
you're both too close. you realize it first―how close you are when you notice how his jaw clenches and how his amber-green eyes are darker. he smells like your shampoo, again.
"move." you say, not stepping back.
"you're the one who should move. get out of my space." he mutters,
"make me."
neither of you move.
silence. thick. deafening.
his pc monitor goes dark from inactivity.
his gaze flickers to your lips for one second―just once, or twice.
that's all it takes before your breath is taken away by his lips crashing against yours, the sound of his gaming chair moving and fumbling fills the dorm room as he traps you against his desk―lips never leaving yours for one second.
"you're so.. annoying.." he swears under his breath, voice strained, nearly whining as you grin triumphantly. your arms lazily dangling on his shoulders.
"what's the matter, kinich? not used to a roommate who knows exactly how to piss you off and get you hard?" you taunt,
kinich swears under his breath, glaring at you. but his body betrays him; his hands grip your waist as he pulls you against him. "you think this is a game?" he growls, lips brushing against your ear.
"don't get so smug, roomie. i know exactly what you're doing, and you're not as subtle as you think." he snarls, you shiver as you feel his lips ghost against the skin of your neck.
"you think i don't notice when you wear those stupidly short shorts whenever it's just you and me, huh?" he continues, hands slightly tightening against your hips to keep you in place.
"..d-don't get ahead of yourself now, perv. you're not my type." you lie, feeling heat rush to your cheeks and somewhere else.
kinich chuckles, "you hate me, right?"
a pause, breath warm against your ear. "then why are you shaking, pretty girl?"
"s-shut up―fuck―" your voice shakes as his hips grind forward against yours, his arousal very evident against his pants.
"yeah, that's what i thought."
"i fucking hate you," you growl, yet your hands grip tighter on his shoulders, pulling him closer.
"right back at you, roomie." he huffs, yet his lips are attached to your neck, his fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts.
you despise each other.
yet you don't resist when his body starts to guide you to your bed,
...
"i fucking hate you―ah―so much..mmn!" you repeat, clinging on to his biceps, the bed creaks softly, his forehead drops against your shoulder―the pace of his hips relentless.
"yeah? you say that as if you aren't falling apart on my cock―hah.." he groans, driving into you deeper.
"shut up..!" you moan, clinging on to him for dear life.
"nnh.. maybe i should fuck that attitude of yours out of you," he snarls, pulling you closer against him as he peppers soft kisses against your collarbone.
"i'd like to see you try, jerk. ah fuck―"
"you like this, don't you? you do this on purpose." kinich says quietly, not angry, not teasing. "you know exactly how to push me."
your fingers curl deeper into his soft skin, "maybe you just don't like how easy you are, roomie." you pant,
kinich growls under his breath as your fingers brush through his dark locks and give it a tug, his pace not slowing down. "you drive me absolutely insane." he admits, voice low. his thumb brushes against your bare hips, pinning you down the messy sheets.
"and i hate that i like how you sound when you finally give in to me."
"...you shouldn't talk to me like that." you mumble, sighing when his hips roll just right against yours.
"then tell me to stop." he whispers against your jaw, placing a fleeting kiss on your skin.
you don't.
...
"good." he murmurs, "i knew you'd stay. this is all yours."
you whimper at his words, legs tightening around his waist. your nails dig into his back.
"cat got your tongue, roomie? got nothing snarky to say? didn't think i got to you this bad." kinich chuckles, his tone slightly cocky yet breathless.
"you're such an asshole, i loathe you―don't think i've forgiven you for always using my damn shampoo―mh, faster―"
kinich obeys, the bed creaking louder. "there it is, that mouth. archons, you look real pretty when you're annoyed. makes it hard to remember we're supposed to hate each other." he pants,
his mouth crashes into yours again. desperate, rough, like he's making a point he's been holding back for months.
your breath tangles with his, the world narrows down to the heat and closeness within the walls of your dorm room, and the way neither of you knows how to stop.
"you're gonna act like a brat, huh? you're gonna do it while i'm inside of you." he groans.
you let out a cry when you feel him go deeper. "kinich!"
"yeah? just like that, doll? you like it so much you'd let the entire dorm hear, huh?" kinich taunts, his long fingers kissing against your thighs, keeping you open.
"tsk, you're the one being too loud! a-arrogant bastard,"
"still pretending this doesn't affect you?" he huffs, voice low.
"lie better, roomie." kinich snarls, giving a hard thrust to prove his point.
"fuck―kin'..!" you sob as he hits just the right spot again. "that's it.. take it, i'll always keep coming back to you." kinich murmurs, pounding into you harder.
"i can't..! too good, 's too much―"
"shh, i got you."
and you let go, entire body shaking as your arms wrap around his neck tightly.
kinich shivers as he feels your release against him, making a mess on his pelvis and sheets, his thrusts now uneven and desperate.
"fuck, you feel so good. such a good girl, love you―'m gonna cum.. shit!" kinich whimpers, letting out a heavenly moan as his arms around you tighten.
somewhere between the breathless accusations, muttered curses, and name calling, you both lose track of who started it.
you pant as you feel his body weight slack on top of yours, spent.
the dorm falls silent.
no keyboard clacking, no stupid game music, no bickering. (for now).
just the sound of you and kinich catching your breaths,
you hear someone down the hall, a door slamming, someone laughing. life continues―while the two of you lay there bare, tangled in the aftermath of a mistake neither of you will admit to making.
"..so," you weakly say, voice hoarse, a hickey or two definitely starting to bloom on your neck. and his, too.
"...that happened." he mutters, still laid on top of you.
"you literally almost broke my bed frame."
"i'm just that good."
"...you're unbelievable."
kinich gets off of you, and the last thing you hear is him rummaging around the room, along with the feeling of him cleaning your thighs and his arm slithering around your waist before your vision fades to black, exhausted.
...
kinich wakes up first.
the birds are chirping, the sunlight bleeds through the blinds of your windows catching on to your skins, sheets messy. he's still half-asleep, until he blinks and realizes you're right there.
on top of him.
curled into him.
bare.
just in a blanket, asleep.
one leg is thrown over his waist like you've been doing this every day for years instead of... whatever the hell last night was.
he freezes, sore.
archons.
fuCk.
this is bad, this is really bad.
your face is pressed against his collarbone right on the spot where you left a scarlet hickey, hair tickling his jaw. his arm is just thrown over your waist as if it belongs there. he doesn't make an effort to move.
"..ugh.." you groan, slowly stirring awake as the soreness from last night comes to slap you straight across the face.
...
you're about to say something until you feel something poke against your thigh. you freeze, he freezes.
"for fuCK SAKE KINICH―what is wrong with you put that thing away!" you scramble, pulling the blanket close to your naked chest―
kinich groans, tilting his head back against the pillow. "i can't juST DO THAT..!"
"...and you weren't complaining about it last night―" he adds.
"archons, you are the worst roommate in the world actually," you groan, wacking a pillow over him that he blocks, laughing. "uhuh, as if you weren't just clinging to me awhile ago."
you push yourself up just enough to glare at him. "i am not clinging."
he raises a brow.
you huff, "don't get smug, this was clearly a lapse in judgement."
"on your part." he says immediately
"oh please, you kissed me first." you scoff.
"you were messing with my keyboard."
"excuses, excuses." you taunt.
a few seconds of silence fill the room.
"...whatever happened last night doesn't mean anything." he mutters.
"oh, absolutely." you agree, "i'd hate to think you're getting attached, i still hate your stupid games, and your stupid gaming chair. and your stupid face."
"good," he says too quickly, clearing his throat. "because i still think you're annoying. and distracting. and―"
he stops.
you raise a brow, "and?"
"nevermind." he grunts.
"...i can name one thing you loved about me from last night." he adds, smirking.
"one more word and i'll kill you." you snarl.
"round 2 after breakfast?"
you smack him square in the face with a pillow.
you're still enemies. you're pretty sure of that. you'll go back to arguing over shampoo, chores, who ate the last pack of ramen, and who gets to shower first after you both get out of this bed.
but his hand find yours under the sheets anyway.
just for a second. just this time, and you don't pull away.
still enemies.
definitely.
(unfortunately.)
