Chapters: 3/27
Fandom: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Mira/Rumi/Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters), Mira & Rumi & Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters), Mira/Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters), Rumi/Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters), Mira/Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters)
Characters: Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters), Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters), Mira (KPop Demon Hunters), Jinu (KPop Demon Hunters), Celine (KPop Demon Hunters), Bobby (KPop Demon Hunters)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Demons (KPop Demon Hunters), Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, semi-traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega/Omega, alpha/omega/omega, Eventual polytrix, Polyamory, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Cycles/In Rut, Alpha Mira (KPop Demon Hunters), Omega Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters), Omega Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters), Idol Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters), Dancer Mira (KPop Demon Hunters), Waitress Zoey, Mild Angst, Fluff, slow burn?, Smut, Mira Has a Penis (KPop Demon Hunters), technically female alphas have both but she uses her dick exclusively, Penis in Vagina Sex, Knotting, Breeding Kink, So Much Breeding, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Sex, knotting dildo, Blow Jobs, Degradation, Restraints, Light BDSM, Threesomes, F/F/F, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Mild sadomasochism, Mating Bites, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters), Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters), Light Dom/sub, sometimes at least, Submissive Zoey (KPop Demon Hunters), Submissive Rumi (KPop Demon Hunters), only in the bedroom though, the tags cannot encompass the sheer horny of this fic, tags might change with updates, Top Mira (KPop Demon Hunters), Dominant Mira (KPop Demon Hunters), Possessive Mira (KPop Demon Hunters), almost fuckin forgot, Lovergirl Mira (KPop Demon Hunters), is this just an excuse to write mira finally breeding her girls? maybe, this fic is so unnecessarily horny and i'm not sorry, tags are for the whole fic not the first chapters, Porn with Plot
Summary:
Park Zoey is doing pretty good, actually. She’s got a steady income, at a job she doesn’t hate. A somewhat-decent apartment, friends. A bit of baggage that she can safely ignore thanks to being a strong, independent omega who don’t need no mate. And, very suddenly: she also has the attention of one very hot regular who just so happens to be Kpop royalty, Ryu Rumi.
So! Everything is totally cool and very good and Zoey doesn’t have to worry about anything when the Ryu Rumi asks for her number, right? After all, Rumi’s a fellow omega, so she’s definitely not looking for anything more than friendship, right? And Rumi definitely isn’t withholding a very important, very sexy detail that could completely, accidentally alter the trajectory of Zoey’s entire life, right??
It's been a while since I've written things but I've been thinking abt/working on this one for a while. Also, MDNI, this is a smutty oneshot!!
Summary: Creature finds the strap-on that Patrick keeps hidden.... :3 and it needs to be used
I knew I should have hidden it better. Of course she would find it, that nosy woman. But I didn't ever think it would come up, until tonight, coming home from a mildly entertaining night at the rainbow room.
There Abby was— lounging around on my bed, in my robe, grinning like she was utterly out of control of her expressions.
"Oh god, what is it now? Why did I give you keys..." I say, exasperatedly, shrugging off my topcoat and tossing it onto my dresser. Abby sits up, her legs casually splayed out in front of her. That's when I notice what she was laying on.
"Where did you-"
"You wanna play a new game tonight?" She cuts me off, her voice coy and giggly. She traces a long-nailed finger along the cream white shaft of a long dildo, her thumb caressing the dark nylon harness attached to it. Her voice is a purr, eyes tracking me. "You never told me you had fun toys like this...."
The way she looks at me- like she wants to tear me apart- it sends shocks right up my spine. As hard as I try to stay strong, sweat drips slowly down my face and I swallow hard. My attempt at a growling tone comes out wavering and more shocked than I ever intended, and it seems to make her eyes light up. "Abby... you can't just expect me to- that's not for what you think it is..."
Almost immediately, she slides up to perch on the edge of the bed, letting my robe slowly fall open as she tracks me. The harness is clutched in her hands, looking perfectly large within them. The longer she looks at me the harder, more flustered I feel.
"Please, can't we just try?" She whines, sitting straight up on her knees as I finally approached, coming around the side of the bed. "You can't just own a perfect strap on like this and not let me use it with you, it'll feel so good~"
Her voice makes my stomach twist, my heartbeat erratic and hot. Looking into her excited, pleading eyes, I know damn well I can't turn her down. Not like this.
"Fine, alright Abby. Just... this one time." I concede, my hands reaching down to undo my brown leather Armani belt. Before I knew it, she'd stripped down, gracefully sliding the harness up her thick thighs while I sat against my pillows. A tight knot formed itself in the pit of my stomach, which I stared at as I lay there, flexing my abs with every button undone on my shirt.
"Don't worry Patrick, I promise I'll be very gentle, very nice and take it slow, I'll control everything so you can just lay back and relax." She swears, standing beside me pulling a bottle of lube and her favorite soft tissues out and setting them on my nightstand. Climbing into bed her body is smooth, trailing kisses from my knee, up my thigh, my chiseled torso, my neck. Feather light, a gentility I so rarely experience from others, it almost does set my mind at ease. It's so strange, the effort she puts in for this. Her lips never once glance my own, but plant easily on my cheek instead. I barely even notice her hand wrapping around me, stroking my dick fully upright. I stare at the ceiling as she speaks again against my neck, her breath hot.
"Okay... try not to freak out too much, I'm going to go in slow. Deep breath."
The chilled sensation of lube against my flesh, her probing fingers suddenly at my ass startle me and my eyes flick briefly to her. She kneels between my legs as if it's the most natural thing in the world, her two fingers easing their way inside of me. It's enough to make my cock twitch and my hands grip into the sheets beneath me to keep from making noise.
"You're- enjoying this aren't you?" I ask, my voice stiff. As she begins to pump her fingers, opening me up, I can't help but gasp. Not once has she stopped that deviant grin.
"Of course I'm enjoying it, aren't you?" She giggles and I nod, reaching for the bottle of lube once more to coat the shaft of the dildo. It looks larger between my legs. A lot bigger. All I can do is nod, watching every single move of her hand. The toy's tip had been warmed from her body heat, and as she tried to press inside me I drew a sharp breath. Pause, slowly inching in again. Pause. My breathing runs ragged. I don't want her to see how much it's exciting me, though my cock begins to leak against my stomach already.
"You're doing so well, Pat.... good job, taking me so well," she purrs, leaning down to kiss my cheek. All I can do is stare ahead, at her tits in the soft pink bra she hardly takes off. She asks against my skin, "Are you ready for me to fuck you? Or do you need a minute?"
I nod, subconsciously tilting my head back, baring my neck to her. "Y-yeah... go on. I can take it." The next moment, I'm clamping my hand over my mouth. Her hips push slowly, easing her way deeper, deeper, until the thrusting begins. Sweat beads once more at my forehead and I feel her tongue run up the side of my face, sending a full shiver up my spine.
"Fuck... Abby- it's... it's so... mgghh..." I can't even choke out a sentence, and she looks me in the eye, painfully smug.
"Oh yeah? You like that don't you Patty.... never thought it felt so good getting fucked, huh?" Abby murmurs, barely able to contain herself, hips stuttering with pure joy at the sound of my pleasured struggle. Her smaller hands wrap around my tie, a deep violet patterned one from Versace which I should have removed, and she tugs, constricting around my neck. A flash of fear quickly caramelized into shameful pleasure as she ground herself into me, the tie restricting blood to my brain making my head spin.
I feel like Im losing all control, animalish groans and whines pour from my throat and my hips jerk erratically, unable to handle the sudden change in pace and angle. She leans over me, pressing her tits to my chest and biting my neck as at the same time she lets loose.
It's too much to bear. The angle of her thrusts with the strap pound a spot inside me that makes everythihg go white, my back arching off the bed like a possession. "Agh! God, mghh‐ I- I'm- fuck..."
Finally, she slows. My hands still grip the pillows behind my head like a lifeline, but my body comes down, trembling. My eyes close as I catch my breath and I feel another kiss on my cheek, my forehead, soft and tender. "Good job. That wasn't so scary, now was it?" She murmurs. She's pulling out, but slowly. Taking care not to upset or shock my fried nervous system. "You look good when you cum like that. I mean, you look good all the time but this.... was definitely worth it." Her hands are gentle when she uses tissues, cleaning up my stomach, my cock, my sensitive ass and the toy now removed from it. She doesn't immediately start asking for more, or demanding me to get up, she just sits up and finishes cleaning off, finding a bottle of Evian water and sitting it down beside me.
"Feel alright?" She asks, brushing my hair back into place. I look up at her, slowly sitting up despite my over stimulated body's trembling protest.
"Yeah.... yeah. I feel... good. Thanks." I respond, looking her up and down and pulling my tie off. Her face is relaxed now, still proud of herself but calmer, sweeter. She gives a nod and stands up, stretching her arms across her heavy chest.
"Alright, then. I'm gonna head home now." She starts to pick up her clothes, and a cold wash of anxiety comes over me. I reach out, catching the waistband of her panties to stop her, impulsively.
"Wait- you don't have to leave yet, you know..." I hate how weak my voice sounds, looking up at her. But I can't let her leave yet, not after that. She pauses, looking at me for a long, agonizing moment.
Finally, she smiles. Showing off those imperfect teeth, her face alight. "You want me to stay tonight? I can do that. If you ask me nicely."
There, her smugness reveals itself. A heavy sigh leaves me, and I move slightly closer.
"....Please? Just stay, a little longer. Please, Abby."
Her warmth climbing into the bed, settling next to me like a lap cat, it sets my nerves at ease. Even as she nuzzles against me, giving playful little teases, I'm at home.
Maybe you enjoy the breathless moans that fall from his lips more than you should. The way he whimpers his pleas and thrusts his hips into you from below sends a rush of adrenaline through your body. With your drenched slit grinding against his hardened cock, you have him right where you want him, on the edge, desperate for release, flushed with sweat beading against his forehead.
Your back remains to him from the moment you started this teasing session, with a few glances over your shoulder to check on him, only to see his face twisted in pure bliss. He remains naked, spread on the bed and at your mercy. With urgency, he reaches for your body before his eager hands land on your hips, a simple ‘please’ falling from his lips because he wants to be deep inside of you in the moment.
“Oh,” you say his name with a giggle, continuing to massage his cock with your dripping pussy, allowing your juices to coat his skin, feeling your swollen clit brush over his shaft. Soon his hands fall from your hips to grip your ass in an attempt to urge you further, but all you can do is chuckle at him. A breathless whimper fills the bedroom once again the moment he pushes his hips beneath you, needy for release while feeling the warmth of your body wrapped around him.
“I can’t,” he groans, the words strained as they leave his tongue, “please, baby…”
Heat floods your body from the tremble in the words. Cute and whiny with him being so needy in the moment. It fuels your ego as well as gives you confidence to keep teasing, because in the end you know he loves to be a submissive little puppy for you. He loves when you tease, loves when you have him on edge.
“Are you going to come?” you ask in an innocent enough tone, feeling his body tense beneath you. His breaths quicken. He whines a little more, digging his fingers into your flesh. Your hips work faster as you grind your body against his length, feeling him twitch beneath you, noticing his balls tighten when he’s only a moment from pure pleasure. He’s right on the edge of release, and you know a little encouragement will do the trick for your needy puppy. “Come for me. I wanna feel you come.”
A strained groan fills in his chest, then he’s tense once again, all before he begins to release thick, white strands of cum against his stomach. He spills over with a whimper, hips bucking, cock stiff as ever. You continue your motions until he’s whining all over again, far too sensitive and completely milked thanks to the slick caress of your drenched slit against him.
w / au's: optional male lead, mdni(18+only), exhibitionism/ voyuerism,
summary: The shenanigans that happens after the first “date”, when you’re both tipsy, turned on by one another, some-what stuck in a broken elevator in a run-down apartment, and beginning to fall for more than just a show through the window…
previously: view from 4-b (read this first)
previously: ride (read this second)
words: 5,684
my kindle author page~
Neither he nor you can stop snickering as you make your way into your apartment building, hands over mouths while you stumble along as he drags you toward the elevator. You might have had one too many drinks after he invited you out to something he was too worried to call a date, and he might have joined right along with you because he was so damn nervous having a night out with you for the first time since you started your exhibitionist rendezvous. Sure the physical relationship is amazing, but the more you teased him and the more you became intimate, the easier it felt with him. The flirting. The taunting. The back and forth. Everything just kind of fell into place.
The evening was well spent at an arcade, much to your surprise, where you learned he is just as carefree and playful as you imagined. Makes sense he told you his job involved giving swim lessons at the local community center teaching both kids and adults that need rehabilitation for injuries. You put two and two together to realize that’s why he’s so fit and focused on his physical abilities. Yet, the need to help others makes him such a sweetheart.
Add drinks and pizza on top of fun games and competition and you realized you could quickly get used to spending time with him outside of the apartment, where you’re not teasing him through a window. Though, you wonder if it’s even considered a first date when it feels so natural and neither of you have many secrets between the two of you at this point.
The alcohol coursing through your body warms you enough to have tied your hair up long ago to keep the sweat from beading over your neck, but it doesn’t help the moment he wraps his arms around you to pull you close.
“I had fun tonight,” he says with a sigh after pushing the button for the ever so slow elevator.
You have been hoping for weeks for maintenance on the damn thing, having to wait for what feels like forever on the doors to open, and tonight is no exception. It definitely doesn’t help that the wacky machinery stops on every floor for no apparent reason, and your body is aching at the thought of having to wait so long just to have his hands on you. You would consider taking the stairs if the trace amounts of alcohol still buzzing through your body didn’t leave your legs feeling like Jell-O.
“It’s been awhile since I’ve been on a date,” he blurts against your lips between kisses and giggles, and your eyes grow wide.
“Ah!” You push him away with hands against his chest playfully, the confusion growing in each of his features as he cards fingers through his hair. “So it is a date!”
He shrugs with a shy, tipsy smile. “Maybe.” Then he licks his lips, stepping closer with hands attaching to your hips. “If you want it to be.”
“Maybe I do.” A grin crosses your lips a moment before your skin touches his, embracing him in a soft, yet passionate kiss that warms you by a landslide. By the time you’re moaning against his lips, the bell rings to signal the elevator has arrived. It’s unfortunate for him, so he groans once you pull away.
Though he can’t complain when you step onto the platform and his hands are on your body once again. You don’t bother pressing the button to close the doors because you’re too wrapped up in him. His cologne, the softness of his skin, the way his hands grip your hips has you pressing your thighs together as you clutch his gray sweatshirt between eager fingers.
“Can’t you wait until we get upstairs?” you ask breathlessly just as the doors shut behind him. By now he has your back pressed to the wall of the elevator, pinning you in a tight position. His kisses lower to your neck to earn goosebumps flooding your skin and the arousal is hot and dripping with need as he playfully tugs your earlobe with his teeth.
“Nope,” he mumbles against your skin, causing you to giggle once the bell rings to signal you’ve arrived at the first floor. Neither of you are paying attention as his mouth wanders, and his hands are soon to follow. Fingers gripping your waist slip lower to linger at the hem of your thin, flowing dress, happy to know he is pleasantly pleased you’re wearing something that will give him easy access.
“Someone will catch us,” a hesitant string of words spills from your lips once he dares to go further, fingers pushing your dress higher until he’s hooking his thumb into the band of your panties. Thankfully for the two of you, most of the residents in your apartment building are much older and most likely have a bedtime of at least nine p.m.
“Since when do you care?” he challenges, seconds before tugging your panties down to your thighs while continuing to press desperate, sloppy kisses against your skin. “If I recall correctly,” he begins, hand dipping between your legs to feel your warmth and need for him, “you’re the one that would get off using your pillow every night with your blinds wide open.”
You couldn’t argue with him, realizing as much as the doors close behind him once again so the elevator can carry you to the second floor at the same time he brushes fingertips over your hot, swollen flesh. A whimper of his name fills the confined space the moment his determined fingers press to your clit, not wasting time working your body up for what is to come later. Your hand lowers to place atop of his own as you wait for the elevator to rise another floor, letting him know you have no problems with his sudden display of urgency and affection.
“That’s because I wanted you to notice me.” A soft moan is coaxed from your lips after speaking, melting into his body with nails scratching the skin of his hand. Your head falls against the elevator wall while he teases your skin with his lips and tongue, all the while his fingers begin working between your folds to earn the arousal pooling at your entrance.
“A friendly hello wouldn’t suffice, baby?” he teases, voice lowering to a raspy groan once he begins to circle his fingers around your entrance. The elevator seems to stall just before the third floor, giving you time to begin pressing your hips toward him, urging him to enter you.
“As if you had any complaints, Mr. Lemonsquares,” you spit back with a grin, all before it fades into a slacked jaw as the pleasure consumes you upon feeling him insert one of his fingers inside of your soaked walls. “As I recall it, you had n-no problems watching me for… for weeks.” Speaking becomes difficult when he begins to pump and pull the digit in and out of you.
“Mm, and what if it were someone else that spotted you pleasuring yourself all those nights instead of me?” he hums the question while easing another finger inside of you, stretching your walls around him as you gasp. The elevator reaches the fourth floor with a ding echoing in the small space, but neither of you can pull yourselves away from one another long enough to notice.
“All I cared about,” you begin, exhaling deeply upon feeling him curl the digits inside of you, palm pressing to your clit, “w-was you.” The doors slowly close once you’re done muttering the statement, earning a groan of approval in response before the elevator begins its descent to the lobby.
“Oh?” he questions, pulling away from your neck to see the pleasure twisted over your face. “And why is that?” Suddenly, he reaches for your hand pressed to the one between your legs, pinning your wrist above your head with firm fingers against your skin.
“W-what?” You’re not sure if it’s the bliss filling you as he finger fucks you harder once the elevator reaches the ground floor that has you at a loss for words, or if it’s because you truly aren’t sure what he’s asking. Either way, your mind loses its ability to process a reply in a tipsy, pleasure-filled haze. While scrambling for an answer, he thrusts his fingers in and out faster, earning trembling knees beneath you.
“Tell me why you decided to put on a show for me in the first place, baby.” You’re not sure if it's the alcohol drawing out every bold, little syllable or if it's only his curiosity, but the request has you stuttering within seconds.
“I w-would watch you in your apartment.” Gulping, you make an extra effort to focus on speaking, even if he is now pulling his soaked and sloppy fingers from within you to press painfully slow circles against your clit. “And I got tired of touching myself while thinking of you, so I wanted to… to have some fun. Holy shit-” The last few words release in a gasp when he caresses back and forth over your clit, chuckling at your desperate attempt to hang onto your sanity.
You’re seconds away from trying to warn him the elevator has stalled at the lobby when he suddenly thrusts two fingers inside of you to have you gasping for a deep breath, hardly being able to worry over the matter. He curls the digits, drawing them back out to have you trembling around him once again before shoving them back in your tightening walls. Wiggling and pushing your hips toward him, you try to get more, to get all you can, but his tight hold on your wrist keeps you in place. All you can do is whine his name in return.
You exhale, eyes fluttering to a close the moment he begins fucking you with his fingers once again, “please. Let's go upstairs. I can't wait any longer…”
Regretfully, you push him away thanks to his grip lacking strength in the first place, already feeling so empty without his fingers inside of you as you reach to hit the button for the fourth floor. The light clicks on once again and a bit passes before either of you go anywhere thanks to the slow service.
But it gives him time to pull you back with a stronger grip on your waist, causing you to giggle as he once again pushes you to the wall with his body pressed to yours.
“Did I say you could go anywhere?” He tries to keep his tone stern, but can’t help it when he cracks a smile as soon as you giggle harder. There’s a lack of intimidation when he’s a little tipsy.
“And didn’t I tell you to take me upstairs?” you challenge him, chin rising and eyes narrowing. However, he only sees it as an opportunity to challenge you in return, except in a completely different way. His mouth presses just beneath your ear and his hands dip beneath your dress once again.
“Why do we need to go upstairs?” he groans against your skin while pushing your panties farther down your thighs. The sound of the doors opening only distracts you momentarily once you reach the second floor, but his deep and strained voice pulls you back in quick enough. “I have you right here, right now.”
You exhale deeply once his mouth trails kisses to your exposed chest, just above the hem of your dress to run his tongue over the peak of your breast. The doors close to carry the two of you to the third floor just as his fingers dip between your thighs and you can feel yourself dripping with need upon his every touch.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, baby.” His voice is low and breathy and it sends a shiver surging down your spine. “Isn’t that what turns you on? Knowing someone could catch you? Knowing someone is watching?”
He’s right in more ways than one and all attempts at challenging him with an argument fail the moment he pulls his mouth from your body. Speechless and breathless, you watch the way his eyes darken with a smirk on his lips seconds before he drops to his knees. A gasp fills the small space to mix with the ding of the elevator reaching the fourth floor all over again, doors opening wide for anyone to see the way he pushes your skirt higher before his lips connect to your skin.
Though, it’s too late for most of the residents to be roaming the halls, but you decided you no longer care as he places soft, yet eager kisses over your mound. Your panties are stretched tight around your thighs once you part your legs for him, and one swipe of his tongue over your glistening, soaked folds has your mind buzzing with bliss.
The world quickly becomes lost around you in a matter of moments, somehow barely even noticing him tugging your panties down to your ankles due to his tongue massaging left and right over your folds. Before you can so much as get a whimper of his name out, his fingers are parting your folds to press his tongue to your clit. Naturally your leg hooks over his shoulder, allowing him better access to your aching folds and dripping center.
With your hands sinking to grip the strands of his hair, a pleasantly surprised groan against your flesh sends a wave of warmth through your body. Fingers tug harder against the thick locks as he circles your clit, continuing to massage your skin to earn every breathless whimper and moan escaping your lips. You’re trembling within a few minutes while getting lost in the sloppy sounds of his mouth against your body, already so desperate and so full of bliss.
Your hips begin to push forward, becoming greedy for the pleasure and he accepts the way your body begs as he aligns two of his fingers to thrust into you once more. As your head falls against the elevator wall, a steady stream of whimpers and moans, gasps and pants, flood the confined space. It’s enough to encourage him to keep going as he hungrily licks your clit and swallows every drop of your juices dripping out for him.
All too quickly the noises spilling from your lips lack control, voice becoming louder the longer his mouth is tight between your thighs. Even your teeth sinking into your bottom lip offer no help, whining each time he presses against your clit and sucks lightly enough to have your body quivering. Two fingers pumping in and out of your tightening warmth can only coax the whines and whimpers from your mouth louder and louder, with him making it his mission to see that you reach your peak against his tongue.
However, both of your bodies freeze the moment you hear a shuffling of some kind approaching the elevator from the lobby. Your thighs tense and tighten, not wanting him to pull away, but the footsteps drawing near just on the other side of the doors cause him to regretfully remove his mouth from your body. The two of you scramble to pretend as if nothing were happening, with him grabbing your panties from the platform and you straightening your dress with the palms of your hands.
The light clicks on, assuming the stranger has pressed the elevator button, and he quickly runs the back of his hand over his mouth as heat floods to your cheeks even more than before.
“Stupid, slow elevator,” the stranger mumbles seconds after the doors slide to open, and you only get a glance at his wool coat and hat over his head with a brown, paper bag in hand, the grumpy, raspy voice making you turn away in shame. Even if he has no idea what had been taking place moments ago, the embarrassment fills you to no end as he pushes you into the corner to hide your bitten lip, just seconds from giggling in a tipsy, frustrated haze.
You can no longer see the stranger standing near the doors thanks to him blocking your view. His body is pressed tight to yours with your face in his chest, yet he just doesn’t know when to quit his teasing, sliding his hands from your waist to cup your breasts, making it even harder not to make any noise. Your eyes glance up, glaring at him for a moment to see the smirk on his lips. A twitch of his eyebrows lets you know he’s only having fun as his thumbs find your hardening nipples beneath the thin fabric, careful not to move an inch in fear of the stranger getting an eyeful.
The elevator comes to its first stop, and you hold your breath in hopes he will be stepping off the platform. He pays the stranger no mind, continuing to tease your nipples through your dress, knowing it’s such a cheap spot after finding out how sensitive you are when you’re worked up and dripping between your thighs. As the doors close, the man clears his throat before sighing, cursing about the slow elevator once again and you stiffen at having to wait on the broken elevator to reach another floor.
He doesn’t seem to mind, having his fun with you as you make your best attempt to remain quiet. He opts for pressing his thumb and index finger against the hardened bud to pinch playfully, mouth suddenly lowering to your neck to make the situation all the more difficult.
“Don’t moan,” he whispers in your ear, pressing his lips to your lobe seconds before his hand lowers between your thighs. In an instant you’re taken back, eyes screwing shut as his fingers graze your sopping wet folds, hearing him groan at just feeling your juices against his skin.
He’s gotten you so worked up, wet, and desperate for more, and he loves nothing more than the way that fact alone strokes his ego and gives him the confidence to keep toying with you. The elevator reaches the third floor with a ding just as he presses two fingertips to your clit. You can only take a deep breath once again upon feeling him begin to circle the digits around and around again. He takes his time, making your knees weak beneath you as you latch onto his sweatshirt with a shaky grip.
“One more floor,” he groans as the elevator begins its journey to the last stop, having no mercy as his fingers work quickly against your aching, swollen flesh. If your stifled moans won’t give you away by the time you reach the fourth floor, the wetness between your legs certainly risks the two of you getting caught. Though, you’re sure the man in the elevator is twice as intoxicated as both of you combined, so you can only pray he is paying no attention the moment your eager date thrusts the two fingers inside of you to have you gasping into his chest.
Trembling fingers grip his sweatshirt in two wound up fists, face pressed to his body to keep the noises from pouring past your lips. His palm presses flat against your clit, allowing you to rock your hips over his hand even if it means the risks grow each second he drives his slender fingers into you. You can’t stop yourself from becoming greedy, needing release because he has you so pent up and tense, the only thing you want to do is come on his fingers even in front of a complete stranger.
But he knows it’s what gets you off and he isn’t shy about testing your limits. After all, you’re the one that started the game with him in the first place. You’re the one that teased him until he snapped. You’re the one that deserves such a punishment for being a devious little thing, and he is sure to remind you every chance he’s allowed.
As the doors open once the elevator reaches your floor, he is more than eager to pull his hands away to quickly drag your weak, stumbling body into the hall. The two of you brush past the drunken man to earn a huff and a few choice words, but neither of you think of it when your bodies ache for one another and you’re so desperate for release.
He reaches for the key in its secret place, pushing the door open without words and pulling your body close. A slam of the lock erupts through the apartment, but you have no time to worry over the noise when he’s wrapping arms around your body to hoist you up and into his hold.
As urgent kisses are pressed against one another's skin, your hands lock around his neck until the moment he places you down against soft, cool sheets. Your body is so flushed and warm, it sends a chill down your spine. As he tugs the straps of your dress to peel the thin fabric from your body, you're already shaking for his touch once more.
When you think you're about to be full of his cock thrusting deep inside of you, giving you what you have been dying for ever since you stepped foot into the apartment building, he suddenly drops to his knees to bury his head between your thighs. A jerk of your body with legs tightening around him signals your surprise, but you're more than happy to allow him to finish what he started as his tongue quickly begins working against your clit.
His deep groans vibrate your body as he massages the throbbing bud, so eager and desperate to get you off, to have you dripping and coming just for him. A whine of his name ripples through the air as he sucks your clit with his lips pressed tight, both hands flat against your thighs to keep you in place once your back arches from the bed. He lacks mercy, switching between long strokes of his tongue and sucking diligently against your flesh to drive your body wild, drawing you closer and closer to your end.
A sense of urgency overwhelms him the moment he feels your legs twitching around him. Your moans of his name settle into breathy whimpers once the bliss begins to build from between your thighs. His eager tongue works wonders against your skin, drawing out every second of pleasure until the moment you’re gasping in a simple warning of reaching your peak.
As your hips roll against his mouth, he happily laps up your juices through the ecstasy he’s filled you to the brim with. He loves the way you tremble in his hold and loves pinning your body to the bed as wave after wave of pleasure surges through you. You cry out his name once you can regain your breath, hands reaching for the strands of his hair to tell him it’s too much, you can take no more, but your attempt fails while he flicks his tongue over your clit again and again.
With your body slacking against the bed, he finally relieves you of the overwhelming sensation when he pulls his mouth away. You’re spent and trying to catch your breath, watching him behind sleepy eyes tug his sweatshirt over his head to toss to the floor. His pants come next, long fingers making quick work of his button and zipper, and it only takes a few seconds before you’re laying eyes on his painfully hard cock.
A faint mutter of his name stops him as he returns to the bed with his legs tucked beneath him, hands on your hips. A few more deep breaths to try to gain your energy is all it takes to have his eyes growing wide, waiting as patiently as he can for your next words, even if his cock is throbbing, aching, and dying to be inside of you. “C-condom…”
He frowns, brow wrinkling at the simple word, but he doesn’t take it a step further, stalling with your legs parted around him and the tip of his length pressed to your dripping folds. “But…”
“I know,” you huff, not having the energy or the time to explain to him that yes, even if you’re on the pill, there are such things as needing protection when you’ve been drinking and may have forgotten tonight’s dose. Or, maybe you didn’t forget, but between the nerves of the date, drinks, and him teasing you on the elevator, your mind is swarmed with too many things at once. Your body still tingles and you’re having a hard time concentrating with his cock pressed to your slit, so you tell him again. “Just grab one from my drawer.”
With that, you pull your legs away, tucking them close to your body to let him know you mean serious business. Though he would happily oblige to your request of being safe, he doesn’t take kindly to you teasing him when he’s too worked up and aching to be inside of you. But he says nothing else as he slips off the bed after giving your exposed ass a playful tap, jerking the handle of the drawer to the nightstand open and rummaging until he’s pulling out a foil package.
In one motion he rips open the wrapper and tosses it aside, rolling the rubber down onto his length as you watch his muscles flex and the veins in his arms bulge with every action. Even though you’re still sensitive and overwhelmed, watching him handle his cock has you yearning for him to sink deep within you, aching for a completely different reason that has heat swarming between your legs.
He doesn’t waste time gripping you by your hips to yank your body closer. A squeak floods his ears from your mouth, but he pays you or your desperate noises no mind, only needing to be inside of you as soon as possible.
You say his name with a gulp as he keeps one hand on his cock to ease the tip up and down your slit, the other pressed tight against your waist. “Oh, I’m still so sens-”
But your voice quickly fades in a sigh the moment he lines the head of his cock to your entrance to thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep inside of you with one, swift motion. Your back arches from the bed and he’s quick to press his other hand to your body, holding you in place as he drags his cock out of you, only to ram himself back inside.
You mutter a string of nonsense with his name, hand reaching to grasp his fingers against your body, nails digging into his skin to earn deep rumbles from his chest. He repeats the motion before you can get even a syllable more to leave your lips, hips twitching against your body, tip of his cock hitting deep within your walls. You whine his name again, jaw remaining slacked as his pace between your quivering thighs increases.
“What is it, baby?” he taunts you, voice straining, leaning forward with a hand leaving your hip to rest next to your head. His lips brush against your own as his body pins your legs between your chest and his, cock ramming deeper into you from the new angle as his name leaves your lips breathier than before. “You like my cock buried deep in your drenched pussy, don’t you?”
He nips your bottom lip after asking, causing the answer to become lost somewhere in the middle of whimpering his name and gasping. Your face twists in pleasure, so sensitive and overwhelmed as his hips smack against your ass and he thrusts himself harder into you. Your hand placed over his own gripping your waist tightens against him, nails leaving marks to let him know of the pleasure bursting each time he thrusts into you.
“What's wrong, baby?” he asks through clenched teeth, deep and raspy and yearning to fill you up. Sweat begins to bead against his forehead once he pumps his cock into you harder, faster, earning every little whimper, and even the ones you lack the strength to release. “You can’t speak when I fuck you like this, huh? But I know you love it from how tight you’re squeezing around me, baby. How fucking hot and wet you are.”
The sinful words ring more than true, not even realizing how tightly you’re wound up, squeezing so hard around him with every thrust your vision is soon filled with white dots. The room begins to spin, air rushing to your head from holding your breath and the harder he fucks you, the deeper he thrusts, you know you won’t be able to keep hold of your sanity for long.
He senses your desperation in the way you cling to his body, scratches against his skin stinging in the most blissful way until he suddenly rises from the bed. His hands are back on your hips in seconds, pulling your lower half off the bed to join his body after thrusting into you with more force than before. Your body jerks from the sensation, bliss erupting from between your thighs to surge to every inch, shaking and calling out his name as he holds his cock deep within your walls.
As his thumb finds your clit, another gasp fills the bedroom. Quick, desperate circles are caressed into your skin, drawing you closer and closer to the edge once again. You tighten around him, squeezing him so damn hard he is tempted to lose all control right then, but he persists in bringing you pleasure for the second time. Making you weak. Making you overwhelmed. Making you come undone with a few more circles around your clit as your thighs twitch and your body arches.
As the pleasure bubbles and erupts between your legs, surging throughout your entire, trembling body, he quickly begins thrusting himself wildly into you. With both hands on your hips, he holds you close to him, fucking you through the sudden explosion of bliss and your vision is so blurred, all you can so is close your eyes tight. His fingers leave marks over your skin, pressing harder against your hip bones while coaxing every strained call of his name from your parted lips.
The warmth swells to reach every limb before your body is coming down from the high, so beyond sensitive you can't even form words. He continues to pump himself into your dripping, spasming walls with wild force, pants and huffs and deep groans hitting your ears as his end comes near. He loses control, getting lost in how wet you are as the noises mixed with his sounds of pleasure join the way you whimper, so exhausted and overwhelmed.
As his jaw falls open, releasing a final groan with his brow creasing and his eyes screwing shut, you feel him pulse inside of you, reaching his end a second before his hips slow. He drives into your body so deep for the last time, surrounded by your warmth squeezing him as he releases. His grip on your hips loosens, allowing your body to fall against the bed seconds before he’s lowering himself over you. His head presses to the crook of your neck, breaths heavy against your skin and you can’t help but to wrap your arms around him and invite him in.
The two of you lay in a sweaty mess of tangled limbs, trying to catch your breath after he pulls out of you. Though you love holding onto one another in a post-bliss haze, you can’t help but to feel sticky and messy after the pleasure you’ve experienced. The alcohol is quickly fading in your system as you begin to sober up, wanting nothing more than a quick, steaming shower before you pass out for the evening.
He seems to feel the same as he begins cleaning up the mess he made and tossing away the soiled wrappers. Sleepy eyes follow his every move, from tossing the trash in the bin next to your nightstand, to turning to you with a grin on his lips. You notice the way the muscles of his arms flex as he reaches for your ankle, playfully dragging your body closer with a gentle motion as you giggle in surprise.
“Hey!” You push against his chest once he’s gotten you to the edge of the bed and all wrapped up in his arms. He doesn’t let you go, even if you teasingly try to fight him to loosen his grip, only pressing his lips to your temple and you can’t help but to settle in his hold at the sweet gesture. Even your fluttering heart can’t allow you to deny how good it feels when he’s near, not being able to keep up the act for long.
“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up,” he guides you from the bed, arm around your waist because he knows how difficult walking can be when you’re in such a state. “How does a bubble bath sound?” He’s only half joking from his tone, but the question still surprises you.
“So, our first date with dinner, drinks and games.” Your eyes narrow as you stop walking, earning his full attention peering down at you. “Then amazing sex and a bubble bath? Either I’ve got you whipped, or you’re just this thorough with all of your neighbors.”
The confusion on his face turns into a bright, wide smile, chuckling and shaking his head. “Only one neighbor,” he informs you, earning a giggle as he presses kisses to your lips between breaths, “but I have to admit...”
“Hm?” you hum just as he pulls your naked, worn out body flush to his.
And then he leans closer, whispering the next few words to have your heart racing all over again. “I may just be head over heels for that neighbor.”
