thinking about rope!bunny jo who lovessss shibari…
The way he’d wait till your asleep then stay up all night researching, endlessly scrolling tutorials and different methods…
The way the lust sinks into him at the very sight of the deep velvet, pupils chasing away the innocence of his chocolate eyes. The way his lips part, trembling softly, brows tugged upward in the center with a silent plea…
The way he’ll sit at home waiting for you, tied up and twitching with a vibrating ring wrapped around his lengthy, dripping cock; sweating, squirming and helpless…
“y-you can..do what you want to me..i’ll be good.”
𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥: the biggest thrill at your college is the underground street races run by frat boys every friday night. you usually hated tagging along with your friend; until nicholas, one of the campus heartthrobs behind the wheel, offers you a ride home that changes everything.
or, in which your hot street racer crush rails you on the hood of his car ♡
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: strangers to lovers, college au, street racer!nico, fratboy!dom nico, ft. street racer!yudai, a plot with porn lol
𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨: use of pet names :3 sloppy kissing(duhhh), fingers in mouth(fem rec), choking, fingering, aggressive hair pulling, pinv sex, sliiight overstim, rough, intoxicated sex, slight exhibitionism, outdoor sex. getting bent over and fucked on the hood of a McLaren 765LT :D
𝙬𝙘: 5k
𝙘𝙬: nico is a tinyyyy bit of a mean dom + mentions of drinking n smoking weed :p
𝜗𝜚 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: 𝜗𝜚
𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒚, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 1975
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 1975
𝑫𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑷𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒊 - 𝑨𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑹𝒂𝒆
𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 - 𝑫𝒐𝒋𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒕
𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒕 - 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒊 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒐
𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆 - 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒊 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒐
𝘼 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: this has been in my notes forever…street racer nico?! :d yes please~ as always, hope u luv it! luv uuu - vivi ~ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
late post for weno day! <3 i love my precious boy~ ₊˚⊹♡ ˚⋆ ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈
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The lake glittered beneath the floodlights the frat boys had dragged out; its calm surface a cruel contrast to the chaos ashore. Cars lined the sand like predators, headlights cutting through the dark. Music pounded over crashing waves and revving engines.
Students crowded the beach, pressed to the shoreline, waiting, as if the water might swallow the losers whole.
“I’m glad you finally got all dressed up this time, maybe one of the guys will actually hit on you for once” your friend Zoe, playfully hits your arm.
You always had your head in the books, but you couldn’t just let your scholarship go to waste; even if it meant giving up most of your social life.
“Fuck offff, I’m just here cause exams are stressing me out.” You laugh with a weary sigh. “I needed a break from studying.”
But as the bass of the music vibrated in your ears, the smokey haze of the car exhaust mixing with cigarettes and dust, and the girls spilling beer and secrets by the shoreline… you felt like you had to be missing out.
You stare out onto the road, it hugs the edge of the lake closely, winding around the water in a perfect circle. The boys position their cars, smoking and shit talking one another as they prepare to race. You scan over them briefly, and there he is.
Shaggy raven hair falling into his eyes, black converse and sparkling silver chains dangling from every available orfice.
He leans against his midnight colored McLaren, a narcissistic grin rested on his plump, pink lips, waving to the girls calling his name in the crowd.
You almost scoff… until you realize how long you’ve been staring. Then he looks back.
Your eyes meet for a split second, you aren’t even sure if it’s you he’s looking at.
Then he smiles, keeping his eyes locked on you for a second longer.
You feel the heat creeping onto your cheeks, but you smile back, hoping you don’t look awkward.
You’re knocked out of your trance by Zoe screaming K’s name, blowing him kisses.
“You got this babyyy! Go kill them out there! Wooooo!” She squeals, grabbing onto you as leverage.
“Did you..see that?” You blurted, eyes widening softly as you turn to your friend.
Her focus is locked on her racer boyfriend, who’s cheesing in her direction holding up heart hands. This time you scoff, annoyed at the scene.
Ugh, when is this race gonna start..
Your question is quickly answered when you notice the boys getting in their cars, the loud thump of bass ringing in your ears lowers momentarily.
“Okay guys let’s get this shit started, who’s ready to see some action!!” You hear someone yell through the speakers.
The crowd goes crazy with screams and chants echoing through the beach. People rush to the road for a better view, tripping over each other and dropping their beers.
Zoe grabs your hand, pulling you into the choatic crowd of groupies. She books it to the empty space in front of K’s car, jumping and waving like a crazed fan girl. You giggle at her eagerness.
“Start your engines boys!” the announcers voice surges through crowd, lighting them up like fireworks as they burst into cheers.
“3! 2! 1!, GO!!!” The crowd, announcer and Zoe all shout in unison.
And as soon as they do, the cars veer off into the distance.
Dust pierces the air, mixing with the gas exhaust to create a smokey haze as the chants grow louder. You chant along, molding yourself into the crowd as the race goes on.
When the boys make their first lap around the lake, you catch his eye again.
Time slows incomprehensibly. His car flies down the winding road before his eyes find yours. His lips form a lopsided grin, and he winks, subtly. Almost too quick to even process it.
The entire scene pauses.
Just for a moment, then drops you back into reality abruptly as you feel your heart fluttering against your chest, butterflies trailing from your stomach to your chest. His car whips down the road in a dark blur.
The music replaces the anxious thumping in your in ribcage as the crowd fades back into your consciousness.
A giddy warmth crawls over your face.
Maybe tonight would be a little different.
~~
Their engines revved, one last wave of smoke rising into the air as the crowd once again goes wild.
And as the dust settles, the winner is clear. A mix of cheers and applause wave over the crowd, the announcers voice rings through the speakers once again.
“Alright fuckers, I think we have a winner!!! Give it up for Nicholas Wang!!Woooo!!” The announcer shouts enthusiastically, a direct contrast to Zoe’s scrunched face, arms folded tightly around herself as she rolls her eyes.
“What the fuck, K lost? He never loses, how could he let that Nicholas guy beat him?” She asks, genuinely baffled as she pads to her boyfriend before the crowd of girls could get to him.
“What are you talking about, Nico’s beaten K plenty of times…like at least six, do you even watch the races?” Your eyes squint perplexingly, following her lead through the crowd.
“okay well I was really counting on yudai winning tonight. I told him I had a little present for him if he did.” she wiggles her brows, smirking.
“Okay okay, that’s all I need to know. Just give it to him anyway who cares, he still came in second.”
They’re all leaned back casually against their luxury cars, talking over the race and plotting their revenge on Nicholas for the next one. He grins at the envious remarks, taking a hit of K’s cigarette as he speaks up.
“Hey don’t be mad bro, just pick up the speed a little bit next time” he laughs, shaking K’s hand in agreement.
“I couldn’t be mad if I wanted to man, I had a winning streak going.” He shrugs. “You were bound to break it at some point, not like I’d let anybody else beat me….oh, Zoe! Over here baby!” He brightens, noticing you and Zoe approaching from the crowd.
He smiles sweetly, gesturing the two of you over. Nicholas side eyes him playfully as he puts the cigarette out in the pavement.
“There’s my favorite cheerleader~” K purrs, stretching his arms wide as Zoe runs into them.
A compilation of kisses, giggles and sickeningly sweet exchanges ensues as you feel sick to your stomach, lowering your gaze to the ground.
“You two..ugh, I need a drink.” You laugh weakly, scanning your surroundings for some sort of escape from the awkward third-wheeling.
“Me too,” Nicholas grins, peering over at you. “C’mon, let’s ditch them.” His voice lowers as he leans into you, as if he was plotting something.
“What?” You pivot to the dark haired boy, face scrunched in confusion. “Let’s?”
“Yeah…” his cold, shadowy eyes drag down your figure. “Let’s.”
You stare up at him as the moment swallows you whole. The blaring music sinks beneath your racing heartbeat, lights smearing like an oil painting, body’s pause in motion around you.
“Yo zo, I’m stealing your friend for a lil bit.” He shouts to the couple as they drift into their own little world, completely ignoring you.
His hand finds yours, pulling you into the crowd abruptly.
“We’ll find something. Just follow me.” His lips curve tenderly as he gazes down at you.
The faint scent of vanilla and bourbon hangs in the air between you as you push through the crowd.
Nicholas was so captivating, in such a perplexing way.
A deep electric blue in a sea of flamboyant red; tantalizing and magnetic, drawing you in with little to no effort at all.
Your cheeks heat up as his warm, calloused hand rests against your lower back, sending shockwaves over your skin.
“You know your way around here?” He ducks his head down to yours, speaking up over the music.
“Honestlyyy..not really” you reach a line of coolers situated at the corner of the beach.
A colorful dreamy haze blankets the surrounding landscape; bright and serene, almost entrancing. you reach a line of coolers situated at the corner of the beach,
He grabs a beer out of a blue cooler, cracking it open with a warm smirk.
“That’s alright, you got me now.” His chin lowers, staring through his lashes with an alluring gaze. Tastefully reserved, yet scandalous.
The same way he had been staring at you all night. Like he was piecing together some inconspicuous image in his head every time your eyes met.
“I’ll be your personal navigator for the night. If you want.”
You grab a drink of your own, before returning his gaze.
“Yeah..I’d love that..”
You bit your lower lip, burying your uncertainty in the small, physical ache of it.
Then his hand reaches for yours. Carefully, wrapping a pinky around yours before threading your fingers together delicately.
“Alright..let’s go.” His expression is quiet, gentle, making your breath stagger in your throat.
Your eyes drift upward at the little cosmic diamonds cutting through the navy sky as you fall in step behind him.
The pale silvery glow of the moonlight kisses his face as he holds your hand, guiding you across the beach.
~~~~~~~~
“So how does a girl who’s scared to drive end up at a street race? Sounds like that’s not really your thing.” He chuckles lightly, feet kicking up sand as you arrive back at the coolers.
About an hour passed as you converse, cruising the beach at leisure. Your speech betrayed you repeatedly, flustered at his words, laced with lust and attraction.
“Well like I said, I’ll try anything once.” Your locked hands swing together between you contently as you smile up at him.
“You’ve been here like, every race though.” He stops in place, eyes meeting yours.
“Well..yeah..I don’t know, they’re cool I guess.”
“Did you..come to see me?..” a wide grin crawls over his face as he nudges you playfully.
“Oh my god, hush.” You giggle, pushing him away. “No I didn’t..maybe.”
“Thought so. But I’m glad you do.”
A thumbs wisps over your hand. “I like seeing you too.”
Zoe and the party nearly slips your mind completely as he narrows in on you. The butterflies dance in your chest again.
That is, until you notice the thick crowd of students has lessened significantly across the littered sand.
“Looks like everyones are leaving now..probably to go hit that after party K is throwing.” He lets go of your hand briefly to check his phone.
“Yeah I think you’re right..I wonder where Z is..” you scan the beach for your friend. “Hold on a second, let me try to call her.”
You take out your phone, swallowing the forming panic in your voice.
And to your dismay, she doesn’t pick up, even after 3 missed calls.
“That’s..fucked up. I bet she left with yudai.” He scoffs, brows furrowed as he peers around the beach. “Why wouldn’t she say anything?”
“I don’t know..I can’t believe she just left without me, how am I supposed to go by myself.” You sulk, head drooping with a soft pout.
“You’re going to the party too?..”
“Well, I was. it’s fine, I’ll just take an uber home. Thanks for the tour though.” You smile weakly as a burn tickles the back of your throat, scrolling away on your phone.
His expression shifts again. His cold, dark eyes melt, shifting to a warm, decadent chocolate.
“I’m sorry about your friend, she’s kind of a bitch honestly..” he trails off, a subtle lift in his tone. “But I mean..you don’t have to go alone..”
“What? What do you mean?..”
He laughs, interlocking your hands again as he begins walking. “I’ll take you. Or I can take you home if you’re not feeling up to it, completely up to you.”
“Awe, really? I mean, you don’t have to..I can just call an uber or something..” you giggle quietly, stumbling in step behind him as he strides to his car insistently.
“Pft, yeah, really. Why would I let you take an uber?” He raises a brow at you, barely glancing at his keys before his sleek black McLaren 765LT chirps at you from the curb.
Even parked, it looked impatient; glossy black finish with an iridescent pink peeking through the rims. The engine revs, a daunting mechanical hum echoing through the night.
The thought, along with the sight of his flashy sports car, made your heart pound double time in your chest.
Showing up to the drag race after-party without her? with the winner? Priceless. You couldn’t wait to see the look on Zoe’s face.
“You know what? Sure, if you insist~ I’ll take the ride.” You coo sweetly as he rounds front the car, opening the door for you charmingly.
The butterfly doors swing open, grazing the sky gracefully, revealing a black leather interior with pink contrast stitching, matching the magenta brake calibers.
It’s ridiculously luxurious, yet understated.
Something no college student should be trusted driving, let alone racing in.
“Well then I insist.” He chuckles warmly. “we can ride around the lake for a little bit before we go, it’s beautiful out here.”
“Let’s do it.” You grin, confidently, as you slip into the car.
Maybe it was the drinks you had on the beach. Maybe it was hazy atmosphere.
Maybe it was his deep, onyx colored eyes locked on you, stripping you down with ravenous intent.
But the warm, buzzing sensation coating your body lit a tempestuous flame inside you, gnawing at your inhibitions. It almost made you shiver. Your eyes lower as you feel the heat flicker over your skin.
He eases into his seat, buckling his seatbelt.
“You ready?” His tongue ghosts over his lower lip as he turns to you.
“Mhm.” You return his expression, scooting back as the matte carbon seats engulf you. “Let’s go~”
He pulls out of the beach parking lot, flicking the stereo on as he veers down the road winding the lake.
~~~~~
“I was nottt staring at you..I was just, watching the race like everyone else.” You roll your eyes as he laughs, lighting the blunt perched between his lips.
“Riiight..sure you were, cause you love watching the races.” He grins after a sharp pull, blowing the smoke out as he speaks.
The dim streetlights suspended above the car paint a warm, amber glow over his features, catching in the wispy smoke like sun rays.
“Whatever Nicholas.” You grin, sweeping over him. “Maybe I like looking at you a little, so what.”
“Nothing. I thinks it’s cute.” his voice lowers as he passes the blunt to you, eyes dropping to your lips briefly.
“Thanks…” you take a drag of it, inhaling sharply through your teeth as a familiar sting collects in the back of your throat.
You pass it back to him, staring out the window as the headlights cut through the trees and mist.
He glances over as your reflection flickers in the glass, soft and unsure.
“You always this quiet?” He takes another hit, studying you.
“Only when someone’s staring at me.” You smile faintly.
He laughs under his breath, eyes flicking back to the road. “Can’t help it.”
Silence again. Weighted. Charged.
That same flickering flame threatens to tear through you as soft bass rumbles in your chest, drowning out your quickening heart rate.
He turns the volume down. “You smell good,” he says casually, almost to himself.
You blink, caught off guard. “That’s..um, thanks.”
“What is it?”
“Cherry something, can’t remember what…” You laugh quietly, looking into your lap.
“Figures.” He takes another hit. “Sweet and simple..hard to forget..” he stares ahead of him, lips curling into a soft smirk.
“A lot like you, huh?..” you murmur as he passes it back to you.
“Something like that…I’m not that sweet though.” He meets your eyes again, low and tempting. “That’s all you. You’re such a good girl y/n.”
He pauses, eyeing you up and down again with an insatiable curiosity. Your eyes flicker over his as your breathing shallows.
“I know I’m probably not your type but..I want you.” his hand snakes over your thigh, caressing it gently. “I’ve wanted you for a while now..I don’t know if I can keep staying away from you..”
You stare innocently, the weightlessness slowly creeping into your senses. The heavy tension and weed smoke coalesce, a sensual fog hanging over you tantalizingly.
“Well..” you breathe out, goosebumps scattering across your skin. “What if I don’t want you to stay away?..what if..I said I wanted you too?..”
His attention is unwavering, head tilting slightly as a lazy grin tugs at his lips.
“…you sure?..” he gazes drops to your lips, before dragging back up to your eyes
You nod as you watch his hands, careful fingertips grazing your inner thigh. “I’m..more than sure, promise..”
“Then come here..” the temptation rolls off his lips menacingly.
You begin to lean in to him before his lips press into yours suddenly. You gasp into the kiss, his lips supple and fervent as he cups your face, pulling you in.
Seconds lasted for centuries as your lips melt together in a desperate, drunken haze. His hands move around your heated body erratically, pawing and groping at you.
His lips part from yours, breath tickling your face as your eyes flutter open.
You pant softly, planting a hand on his chest as he leans over the seat.
“You probably been thinking about this forever huh?…” he thumbs your cheek sweetly, his voice a plunging velvet.
You nod slowly as you stare, dazed and doe eyed.
His hot discs of coal burn into you, body buzzing with a scathing desire.
he pulls you back in harshly, crashing his lips into yours.
your hands find their way through his hair, arms draped around his shoulders as you melt into him. Your tongues tangle together sloppily, soft groans and whimpers slipping into the humid air between you.
“Fuck, y/n..” he says as he pulls away from you. “Didn’t think you’d be so good at that..”
“Oh fuck offff” you push him playfully as he laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkle gently.
“we uh…we can just head over to that party now, if you want..” he says, grabbing your hand and interlocking it with his, slightly averting his gaze. “..unless you wanna finish this now..”
he bites his lower lip as he looks at you, his heated, half lidded eyes were shadows in the darkness, enthralling and corrosive.
the heat sprawling over your skin is only fanned by his wandering hands, traveling between your thighs.
A surge of confidence rips through you, pulling him into you by his shirt, smashing your lips into his hungrily.
His hands find your waist again, letting out a low groan at your sudden action. His touch grows hasty and reckless as he explores your mouth, tongue twirling around yours.
You writhe in your seat as he breaks away from your lips to pepper kisses down your neck. He sucks on the skin gently as he grips your hips, breathing raggedly.
“I want you so bad right now..you don’t even know..” his voice drips with lust as he whispers in your ear. “We don’t have a lot of room in here though..”
“Mmh~ maybe we could just..go back to my place?..” you purr, lips mere centimeters from his.
“Or you could just, get out..” his salacious grin widens, fingers dipping stealthily between your thighs, just above your blazing core.
“w-what?…” your weighted lids stretch open in disbelief, snapping up in your seat. “And go where?”
He just stares, chin tilted down as his free hand reaches for your face. His brushes a thumb over your puffy, searing lips. He licks his lips, slowly, before slipping his thumb past your lips, padding over your tongue gently and dragging your lower lip downward.
He watches your mouth intently, eyes completely clouded over with a twisted inclination. You shiver under his hands, pupils blown wide like a full moon.
“You said you’d try anything once, right?..” his words were constricting, wrapping around your brain and
draining you of any common sense you had left.
You fumble with the door, pushing against it clumsily as you blindly search for a nonexistent handle. You exhale through your nose, abashed and evidently flustered.
“h-how do I even get out of here?” A strained, shaky laugh leaves you timidly.
“The button baby.” He grins.
“What? Where?”
He leans across you, one hand braced against the seat as his fingers press the small release near your shoulder.
The door eases upward. You stare up at the little pull handle at the corner of the door, with a small button right beside it.
“I..didn’t even see that..” you giggle softly, trailing off before you feel his rough finger tips guide your face back to his, lips rushing into yours, tongue sinking into your mouth again like a matter of instinct.
His hand shoves into your hair, pulling your head back with an apathetic grip. His tongue traverses your mouth like a wild jungle, twisting and twirling around yours hungrily. Drool spills past the corners of your lips as he fucks your mouth, tugging at your scalp as low, gutteral groans flow over your tongue.
“Mmh~ nicholas..” you slide a hand into his lap, deliberately, nails gently grazing his lengthy, rock hard cock, throbbing through the distressed denim. You gasp softly, a prickly sensation creeping over your furnaced face.
“Yeah?..fuckk you’re so cute..c’mon.” He parts from the kiss, a glassy line of drool dribbles down your lips. He wipes it away, unbuckling your seatbelt along with his. He gives you one last cheeky glance before he steps into the crisp summer night air.
You pull up the peculiar door, stepping out. He meets you on your side, hands immediately attaching to your hips as he clicks the door shut.
The sudden breeze of the frigid night air felt abrasive against your already sensitive skin. The area was tucked discreetly beneath the trees, a single streetlight casting a dim light just to the left of the car, giving you just enough visibility to see one another while remaining hidden to passersby.
You didn’t get the chance to process whether he’d chosen the spot on purpose or not. His touch was needy and attention seeking, whisking over your aching frame lasciviously.
He pins you against the cool metal, lips attacking your neck in cruel bites, sucking and nipping at soft skin as he snakes a hand between your thighs, palming your dampness. He glides two digits up and down your folds, circling them around your clit through the thin, satin fabric.
Your arms link around his neck lazily, soft, subdued whimpers dripping from your parted lips as your head falls back.
“fuckk..nicholasss~~”
“Mhmm?..what baby?..”
You pant faintly as he presses his forehead to yours, gazing into your eyes with a tender warmth, laced with condensation. You whine quietly in response, your breathing shattering as you grip his leather jacket.
“You sound so pretty saying my name like that princess...” he pecks your lips, before pushing your panties aside, curling two fingers into your slippery, sizzling cunt languidly. He pumps into you like he has all the time in the world, slowly unraveling the tightly coiled knot of pleasure twisting in your stomach.
“Say it again..” he husks, picking up his pace gradually.
His fingers work artfully, the other hand gropes your breast, kneading and pinching through the thick cloth. You yelp as his face buries into your neck again, teeth sinking into your collarbone lightly.
“Nicholas~~ u-ugh~, fuckk..” you mewl, tracking a hand down his chest.
“That’s a good girl…so wet for me princess…” he coos, lifting your leg up gently for better access. He plunges knuckle deep into your sopping pussy, the liquid desire coating his fingers as your whines drown out the lewd noises.
The pleasure coursing your body was electric, scattering over you in titillating bursts. His tongue flutters over your bruised neck again, sucking restlessly, set on claiming you. Your hips rock against his skilled fingers, yearning for the blissful release.
“Mmm, not yet baby..” his teeth tug at his lip as he lowers your leg, slipping his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact, your vision hazy and unfocused as you glimmer up at him.
“n-nicholas, please~..” you rasp as your pulse races, watching him back up and unbuckle his belt in a swift motion.
“Patience princess..” he glances up at you as he unbottons his jeans. He wraps a hand around your throat abruptly, pulling you into him carelessly with a tenacious grip. His fingers bury into the sides of your neck, lips hovering over yours with a devilish smirk.
“So fucking needy..you want this cock baby?..”
Your head bobbles as you nod your head rapidly, batting your eyelashes as the vulgar dizzyness flutters through your senses. He pecks your lips sweetly, before spinning you around, forcing you over the icy carbon fiber steel, hands latching onto your hips greedily.
He yanks the heated pipe out of his boxers, rubbing it over your clothed ass menacingly. You gasp, breathing utterly abandoning normality as he pulls your dress up over your ass, tugging your panties down to your ankles promptly.
“You need it? Say it. Tell me you need me princess…” he growls lowly into your ear as he fists your hair, pulling your head back against his chest. He glides his stiff, lengthy cock between your folds tortuously, your back arching as you brace onto the car.
You let out a loud, choked moan into the night, biting your lip dangerously hard as your eyes roll back.
“I..I need it, nicholas~ I need you so bad..f-fuck me nicholas~..use me, p-please..” you choke out, breath lagging in your throat before you release it.
You shudder, a white hot desire overtaking your senses as his thick cock slams into you. He loosens his grip on your hair as he fucks into you wildly, hips snapping against yours in quick, precise thrusts.
“f-fuck!~ oh my- ugh~ n-nicholas~~” your words slur together in a drawn out, high pitched whine.
“I know babyy~..be good for me..” he coos tauntingly, curling a hand into your hip as he rams into you with a merciless rhythm.
His low, nefarious tone turns your legs to jello, buckling beneath you helplessly as you collapse onto the obsidian steel, goosebumps sprawling over your searing skin.
The knot in your stomach tightens to dizzying degree; you almost feel sick, your senses give way completely as his giant cock stirs inside you. He adjusts himself, deepening his thrusts with a raspy, depraved string of moans. He curses beneath his breath as it splinters.
“I-I..c-can’t take it..i-it’s so m-much..ffuckkk~ nicholas~~” you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your skull.
“Yes you can princess..” he bends over you, burying to the hilt inside you as he kisses your scalp tenderly. “You were made to take this cock baby~..you can do it..”
The filthy noises drift into the night as you cry out for him, his hand reaching around and palming your numb, dripping cunt. He rubs deep, soft paced circles onto your swollen clit as he pounds you.
“Mm…almost there huh?..don’t let me stop you baby..” he husks as you tremble beneath him, face pressed to the hood of his car. You wail incoherently as you bobble defenselessly, body twitching with every brutal thrust.
He plants a hand down on your spine, rolling his hips into you, his thrusts growing urgent and misguided. His unrestrained moans shift into gutteral grunts and groans as he sucks the air through his teeth, his looming desire threatening to reach its zenith.
“Fuuuck..that’s it princess~..cum for me baby girl, give it to me.” He growls through heavy breaths.
Your body obeys his order as the bliss cuts through you. A static heat tears through your body like lighting through a storm, the buzzing, blistering ache cascades down your tremoring frame, exploding between your thighs as the gush of pleasure laves his cock.
“Oh my god- nicholas!~~” you sob loudly as he bottoms out inside you. A whiney, slutty set of blaring moans cut through the night air. He hums contently as you ride out your cruel orgasm, wincing and groaning as your fleshy, soaked walls swallow him deep, bringing him to ecstasy.
“Fuck..you’re perfect y/n..you’re so- ugh~ fuckk..so good baby..” his breath hitches in his throat as his hips suddenly jerk violently against yours in a vigorous final thrust. He pulls out, fisting his pulsing cock as he leaks onto the ground beside you, eyes screwed shut.
You feel a few stray spurts of his hot, milky seed drip onto your leg, along with a string of curses and groans from behind you. You laugh quietly.
“That..was amazing nicho..thank you..” you grin sheepishly as you stare back at him. He stares back, eyes heavy and glossed over.
“What? No, thank you. Never thought I’d get the chance.” He chuckles softly as he puts himself back together.
“Sooo…did you still wanna hit that party? Or are you too worn out? “ he jokes as he helps you up. He smoothes out your hair, nails grazing your scalp soothingly as you adjust your clothes, legs wobbling.
“Yeah, why not.” You beam up at him as he holds your face in his hands, thumbing your cheek. He peppers kisses all over your face with a soft smile.
“Okay okay, let’s go.” He opens the door for you as you climb in clumsily, legs still regaining function.
The soft glow of the street light illuminates his cheesy grin as he meets you in the front seat. He flicks the stereo back on after a moment,
gazing at you with a newfound glimmer in his eyes. He grabs your hand, stitching your fingers together once again.
“Hey..I hope you know this wasn’t just a hookup…not for me, anyway..” he trails off, rubbing tiny circles onto to your hand. “it’s too soon to call you mine but..here.”
He slips his signature leather jacket off his arms, setting it in your lap with a sweet kiss to your temple.
“Take that. Wear it to the next race.” He grins as he looks forward, fastening his seatbelt.
You stare into your lap as a giddy expression crawls over your face, mumbling a quiet “okay”.
He peers over, winking dramatically, earning a soft giggle from you.
He lifts your chin, giving you one last deep kiss.
“Alright..let’s crash this party. Ready?”he laughs, starting the engine with a mischievously wide grin.
“I’m so ready.” You smirk at his reflection in the window as you roll it down, the chilly breeze flowing through your hair. “Let’s do it~.”
You two ride off into the night, speeding down the empty city streets as the lights paint a collage of bright neon into the faded asphalt.
Every second of the night felt like a fever dream; you were in for more than a wild ride.
Your heart pounds in your chest as a smile stains your lips, hands curling around the smooth leather in your lap.
artist credit for 2nd pic: @/anthewitch (x and tumblr)
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
part i: talk or kiss*
*not a necessary read, but this fic is meant to be a continuation!
‧₊˚── Request: May i request sevika x virgin reader? Sevika walks in on reader humping her(Sevika’s) pillow…🫣 woaah who said that? must’ve been the wind…
Word Count: 6.6k
Content/Warnings: nsfw, virgin!reader, top!sev, bottom!reader, no pronouns/gendered terms used for reader, reader has female anatomy, reader watches porn for like five seconds, so so so much consent, lots of banter, tw: corporate 9-5 LMAO
A/N: right. so. 6k words. and i have a lot to say about them LOL. 1. yes i know i porn is bad but look im not gonna act like i don't break out twitter to watch some lesbians get it on every once in a while okay? 2. i am SO glad i got this request because i've yet to see a fic where the reader was a virgin and wasn't highly highly infantilized, which i am... not a fan of. this reader is grown, knows their body well, and isn't clueless about sex— this was very much intentional. no shade. 3. this fic was very cathartic for me as someone who grew up steeped in purity culture and experienced a huge emphasis both on virginity and the loss of it. it's certainly an interpretation of a very successful first time, and that is to offer comfort to folks who may not have had that, rather than make anyone feel ashamed of what their first time looked like or what their relationship to virginity looks like in the first place. i want people to read my work and feel good— never the opposite— so that feels important to name. 4. in the name of representing what i hope will read as a very healthy approach to someone having sex for the first time, sev may come off a bit ooc. i've got plenty of other iterations of sevika's sexual presence in my handy-dandy masterlist, but if you're looking for some good ol' sweet sev, then without further ado, i hope you enjoy!
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ
──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──
You're not quite sure when you and Sevika officially started dating.
It happened much like your first kiss— spontaneous, but still entirely inevitable. The kiss shared in her doorway became a kiss on your temple to greet you, hands held whenever you strolled the streets of The Lanes, a spare toothbrush in her bathroom, and the right side of her closet dedicated to your clothes.
And now, you're sprawled out in her bed, watching the morning sun catch the copper metal of her left arm as she pads around the room, getting ready for work.
"You still good to pick Isha up from school?" She muses, feeding a leather belt through the belt loops of her slacks. "No worries if not. Don't want you to feel like that's something you're responsible for."
You softly smile, nuzzling against her pillow.
"I don't mind at all," you reply, voice still thick with sleep. "Jus' feel bad they're keeping you so late. Three hours for a meeting is—"
"Fucking ridiculous," she suddenly spits, looking at you.
You chuckle as she huffs, now fastening her watch onto her wrist.
"I'll tell you what," she continues, "I've never taken a sick day in my life. But a meeting 'til seven o'clock in the evening?"
She walks over to you, interrupting her own train of thought to press a kiss to your forehead before continuing,
"I almost said 'fuck it' and submitted the PTO last night."
"Not too late to call out," you suggest, pulling her in for a kiss that's slow, lazy, and clearly meant to escalate.
But that's the thing.
The two of you haven't had sex yet.
You've never had sex at all.
And Sevika insists that your first time should be more than a frantic quickie.
"You're so chivalrous," you always tell her.
"If I'm not chivalrous, I'm dead," she always replies.
But it's moments like these— moments where she pulls away from a kiss with swollen lips and a hungry gaze— that you wish she'd throw chivalry to the wind and ravage you.
But, alas. She insists on an ordeal. And, unfortunately, there isn't much time for ordeals when there are jobs to work, errands to run, and a six-year-old to take care of.
So, you relent once she says she's going to be late, and watch with a pout as she makes her way toward the bedroom door.
"Don't have too much fun without me," she jokes, one foot already in the hallway.
You snort. "My hand is already halfway down my pants, dude."
She barks out a laugh, shutting the door behind her before making her way down the hall.
You listen closely to boots growing farther and farther away.
You sit up to make sure you catch the sound of the front door being locked from the outside.
And as soon as you hear it,
You're falling onto your back. Pulling out your phone. Reaching for your earbuds.
Watching porn at eight in the morning is certainly not among your proudest moments, but, hey, at least you aren't watching it out loud through your phone's speakers. Pilties aren't the only people with decorum…
You navigate to the page of a couple you've admittedly grown slightly emotionally attached to, and sigh in relief as you reach down to press against the ample arousal already dampening your underwear.
It isn't Sevika's hand tracing circles over your clothed clit. It isn't her above you, stealing your breath away, pressing kisses to lips, your jaw, your collar bone, before trailing down, down, down to the heat between your thighs.
But, Janna, she's all you can think about. Even with the vision of melding bodies and the sounds of their coupling playing on your phone. Especially when you roll your head to the side, press your face into Sevika's pillow, and all you can smell is her.
The jasmine-scented shampoo she hates the smell of, but won't throw away because it'd be a waste. The sea salt and cedar soap you gifted her last year, which she claims is too fancy, but keeps replacing.
You can practically smell her stepping out of the shower now. You can see it, too; steam wafting in from the bathroom, Sevika stepping out in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around her waist, droplets of water beading on bronze skin, her fingers combing strands of dark, wet hair out of her face—
You press your thighs together.
The pressure isn't enough.
So, all of a sudden, you're snatching her pillow out from under your head, rolling onto your side, trapping it in between your legs, and riding it like you did her thigh last weekend.
The postman had interrupted that. If he interrupts this, too, he's a dead man.
You wrap your arms around the pillow, one hand pushing the cushion against your core and the other holding your phone up to your face as you desperately chase your release. It's pathetic, really; the way your hips feverishly buck, the way your brows furrow and your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip, the way her name tumbles from your mouth in a pleading whisper.
You might be embarrassed by just how pathetic it is if you could think at all.
But you're so lost in it. Too lost to pay attention to the bodies on your screen. Too lost to listen to the mewls and moans playing through your earbuds.
Too lost to hear her rushing down the hallway.
She bursts into the room, and you yelp, shooting up and ripping your earbuds out of your ears.
"Sorry, doll; I left my damn wallet, because of course—"
Her eyes hadn't caught you in their initial sweep of the room.
They're glued to you now.
You, chest heaving, eyes wide, legs squeezed shut.
Her pillow between them.
"Shit. You weren't kidding about having a hand halfway down your pants, huh?"
"I'm sorry," you begin to jabber, "I didn't— I thought you were gone and I didn't hear you come back in and I was just— this morning we were— and then I just couldn't—"
The shit-eating grin on her face softens as she approaches, her voice softening just the same.
"Baby," she coos, mattress dipping where she sits on its edge, "why are you sorry?"
You blink rapidly, scrambling to find your words through thoughts racing as fast as your heart.
"I just… I-I don't know," you stammer, mortified. "This is…"
You look over at the now-paused video on your phone, down at the pillow in between your legs, and back up at her.
"This is really embarrassing," you finally exhale.
"Is it?"
You punch out a single laugh, incredulous.
"Is it? Yes, it is! You just walked in on me riding your pillow! That's— ugh!"
You bury your hands in your face, cheeks burning.
She leans in to press a kiss to your head. Then, one to your temple.
Then, one to the soft skin just below your ear.
She lets her lips brush its shell as she husks,
"You don't think I find it super fuckin' hot that you got this riled up over a kiss?"
Your head pops up because that statement is, frankly, offensive.
"It was not just a kiss, Sevika. Your hand was about two inches from my—"
"You're right," she smirks. "I didn't even have to touch you, and here you are, writhing against my pillow like you're in heat."
That statement is infinitely more offensive.
And, unfortunately, it also goes directly to your clit.
You scoff. Roll your eyes. Grumble, "You're so mean."
But your thighs press together even harder.
And Sevika notices, because of course she does. She knows exactly what she does to you.
And she's just decided it's high time she does something about it.
"Gimme a second," she mumbles, reaching into her back pocket for her phone.
You watch, confused, as her thumbs dart across the screen.
"What are you doing?"
"What's it look like I'm doing?" She replies, placing her phone on the nightstand before reaching down for the laces of her boots. "I'm calling in sick so I can stay home to fuck you."
Right.
Naturally.
"… Is that alright?" She inquires, observing your slack-jawed expression with an air of confusion, like you're the one who's lost their mind.
"I… you…"
And finally, you burst into laughter.
"You called in sick to take my virginity?"
"There you go," she smirks. "Now you're getting it."
"Sevika," you guffaw. "This is… You did not need to do that."
"I know I didn't need to," she replies.
But the dress shirt that's already been yanked off and thrown into the pile of laundry across the room signals that she damn sure wants to.
"I'm serious, Sev."
She looks up from peeling her socks off to find that you're starting to curl into yourself— that you're wringing your hands, that your eyes are landing anywhere but on her.
That you're nervous.
"Hey. Look at me."
She plants a hand on your thigh, squeezing twice.
A shaky breath escapes you as you meet her gaze, your cheeks prickling with heat.
"You call the shots here," she asserts. "If all you wanna do is lay in bed and watch some rich housewives bitch at each other, we can do that instead."
"You called outta work for me, baby," you chortle. "I'm not gonna make you watch shitty TV with me all day."
She rears back, feigning deep offense.
"I beg your pardon. The Real Housewives is the pinnacle of modern television, and I, for one, happen to enjoy watching rich housewives bitch at each other."
You laugh because Sevika's not kidding. She's very invested in the current fallout of Patricia's latest fundraiser flop.
"I was already halfway to calling out as soon as I realized I'd left my wallet here," she admits. "Seein' you curled up in bed all hot and bothered definitely sealed the deal, I'll admit, but that doesn't mean that anything has to happen. You don't owe me a thing."
"No, no," you shake your head, "I want to. I want to have sex. I just…"
You sigh, and she smiles, warm and patient and encouraging.
"I'm just nervous, I guess," you say with a bashful chuckle.
"Makes sense," she nods.
"And it feels silly," you continue, "because it's not like we haven't done anything."
"'S not stupid."
"But what if I'm not good at it? Or… or I can't finish, or I make weird noises, or—"
"Y/n."
Sevika's voice is stern as she interrupts, but the moment your eyes meet hers, a grin tugs at her lips.
"Number one: There's no such thing as being 'good at sex.' 'Good' is subjective. Everyone likes something different. Your only job is to tell me what you like and what you don't. Understand?"
"Yeah…"
"Good. Number two: Please refer back to point number one, which states that your only job is to tell me what you like and what you don't. Your job isn't to come. Sex doesn't have to be about coming at all. We'll do what feels good for as long as we want, and if we get an orgasm or two out of it? Great. If not? No sweat. The goal is just to have a little bit of fun. Okay?"
A smile of your own tentatively stretches across your face as you nod.
"Okay. Number three:"
She pauses for a moment, like she knows you'll get a kick out of what comes next.
And she's right. When she suddenly declares that,
"The weirder the noises, the better."
You can't help but snort.
"I'm serious. None of that fake pornstar moaning bullshit. I would genuinely rather you sound like a dying animal than be in my bed faking moans."
A look of betrayal flashes across her face at the mere thought, and you can't help but throw your arms around her neck as you laugh.
Her arms snake around your waist, her hold firm, her low chuckle soothing as it rumbles through you.
"Hey," she murmurs, pulling you back to look at her. "We still don't have to do anything."
"I know," you nod.
And before you can help it, you're leaning in.
Your body buzzes as your lips press against her own. Her mouth is soft and sweet. The kiss is, too.
Until she pulls away just enough for you to share breath for a moment. Until her bottom lip brushes against your own, until she catches it between her teeth, until her tongue is in your mouth and your hands are in her hair and you're only pulling away again because your lungs are empty.
That's when she gives you the look. The one she gave you as she guided your rolling hips against hard muscle before the postman knocked. The one she gave you this morning before you both remembered that her 9-5 exists, and it was already 8:45.
The one that always makes you think,
I need her to fuck me.
But this time, that sentiment escapes you— barely— an "I'm ready," that's just above a whisper and sounds more like a plea than anything.
Still— this time, it isn't just a desperate thought. This time, it's real. You're ushered to lean back onto the pillows propped up against the headboard, and your heart pounds, because this is actually happening.
"Comfortable?" Sevika asks, standing to undo her belt and take off her slacks.
"Yeah," you exhale, breath quaking.
"Nervous?" She knowingly smiles, climbing back onto the bed, now donning nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs, a racerback bra, and a pair of socks.
"Mhm," you smile back, eyes tracking her as she lies down next to you and props herself up on an elbow.
Her free hand reaches up to cradle your face, the metal especially cool against the warmth of your skin.
"That's okay," she assures you, her thumb stroking the apple of your cheek. "Nerves are fine. You just let me know if they start feelin' bad and you wanna stop, yeah?"
"Okay."
"Okay," she echoes with a grin. "You good if we pick up where we left off now? 'Cause I really like having your tongue in my mouth."
You weave your fingers through the silky strands at the nape of her neck and pull her toward you, your lips crashing together.
Your teeth clack as you smile against each other's mouths, and though you're hundreds of kisses removed from the first one you shared with Sevika, it feels like you're right back on the couch in her living room, where you learned how to do this in the first place.
Your legs tangle as she swings one of hers over one of yours, but suddenly, you're lurching away.
"Dude," you scold. "Socks in bed? Take those off, you freak."
For a long moment, Sevika stills, thrown by the sudden condemnation.
"Seriously?" She narrows her eyes. "You're on my ass about socks in bed right now?"
"Seriously. Take 'em off if you want a piece. Non-negotiable."
She laughs in disbelief.
She takes them off anyway.
Because, yes, she absolutely does want a piece.
"Alright," she chuckles, flinging the last sock onto the pile. "Your first non-negotiable. I appreciate your communication."
You hum in acknowledgement as she leans back in to kiss you, and with her socks officially off and the sensory nightmare safely dodged, her legs are quickly tangled with yours once more.
Like muscle memory, her thigh ends up pressed against your clit, and you suck in a breath of air.
"This okay?" She immediately asks.
"Yeah," you reply in between kisses. "It's perfect."
A single rut against her thigh elicits a sigh of contentment; of relief.
This is already better than her pillow by a long shot.
"Can we keep doing this for a little bit?" You ask, your hips now rocking steadily back and forth. "I really like it… Makes me really wet."
The groan Sevika lets out makes you even wetter.
"Fuck— course we can, baby. You can have whatever you want. You just tell me, and I'll make it happen."
You nod as her lips follow the path of your jaw down to the column of your neck. She's breathing heavy against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses anywhere and everywhere she can.
She bites.
"Marks okay?"
"Mhm."
She sucks.
And by the time she comes back up to look at you with swollen lips and pupils blown wide, you're littered with blooming bruises.
"Janna," you chuckle breathlessly. "You tryin' to eat me?"
"Can I?"
Your eyes snap to each other's.
The insinuation isn't lost on you. You know what she's really asking for— and she looks surprised, like she hadn't meant to ask at all.
So you pause.
"Are you asking to eat me out?"
Sevika lets out an airy chuckle, and you swear you see the tips of her ears go red.
"Only if that's something you're comfortable with. Up to you."
You give her a grin.
Hook your thumbs around the waistband of your underwear and pull them down your legs.
And as you toss them to the floor, you nod,
"You can eat me out. I want you to eat me out."
She perks up like a puppy who just heard "treat."
"You sure?" She breathes, still as a statue until you give her another nod.
But the moment you do?
"Oh, fuck," she sighs, scooting down to begin pressing a line of kisses down your stomach.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," she chants.
You grin, running your fingers through her hair. "Someone's excited."
"No, you don't understand," she shakes her head, hovering just over your mons. "This is, like, my favorite shit ever."
You can't help but giggle, but a gasp intercepts as she gets close enough for you to feel her breath on your cunt.
Her head snaps up, her eyes locking onto you.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," you shakily reply. "I'm okay. It's just… new. I feel exposed," you chuckle.
"Yeah," she snorts. "That's why some folks don't like this. Having someone's face right in your vagina is, uh…"
She doesn't finish her sentence before you burst into a fit of laughter, and she's quick to follow in her own.
"It's a lot," she concludes. "You still want to try it?"
"Oh, yeah," you nod quickly. "I do. I'll let you know if I wanna stop."
She grins, proud.
"Sounds good, sweetness."
She wraps her arms around your legs, and your hands find purchase in the sheets, the clench of your fists grounding as your body begins to buzz with anticipation.
"Some people like for their partners to start at their thighs. Other people like for their partners to dive right in," she explains. "You got a preference?"
You think for a moment, eyes squinting.
"Start at my thighs," you decide.
So Sevika nods and places a kiss on your inner thigh, and you yelp.
"Nope. Nevermind. That tickles so fucking bad."
Her head drops as she laughs, her hands massaging the plush of your thighs instead.
"Dive right in, then?" She asks, looking back up at you with an amused smile.
"Yeah," you smile back. "Go for it."
Her flesh hand squeezes your thigh one last time before it lets go.
"Can I use my fingers to spread you open?"
She watches your pussy clench in response.
"Is that a yes?" she smirks.
You hide your face with your arms.
"I hate you," you mutter, but she can see your smile peeking out.
"Yes or no, baby doll?"
You uncover your face, and the adoring smile she wears almost makes you feel more exposed than having her so close to the heat between your thighs.
"Yes," you whisper, breath stolen. "Go ahead."
She nods, allotting you one more moment to change your mind if that's what you want to do.
But your anticipatory gaze doesn't relent, so her eyes drop down to your cunt, and,
"Damn. You do get real fuckin' wet riding my thigh."
Before you can scold her for teasing, she places her middle and ring fingers at your opening, and slowly glides them upward, spreading you apart in the process.
You jolt at the sensation. Her middle finger brushes over your clit, and you jolt again— this time, with a hiss.
"How's that feel?" She purrs, eyes still trained on your lower lips.
You let out a deep sigh, and with it, your body relaxes.
Sevika smiles to herself.
"Good," you nod. "Really good. Way different than touching myself."
"Yeah," she agrees, looking up at you, "it is really different."
She looks back down and draws a slow circle across your clit with the pads of her fingers, and a low whine escapes you.
"When you touch yourself," she asks, "do you like the feeling of your fingers on your clit, or around it?"
"Around it," you quickly confirm. "It's too much when I'm right on it."
"Heard," she nods. "I'll keep that in mind."
She leans down to press a kiss to your mons, her nose tracing an imaginary line down to your cunt.
Her mouth is hovering just over your clit when she pauses to ask if you're ready.
And as soon as you say yes, her tongue is on you, flat and soft as it follows the trail her fingers had left; up through the slick gathering at your entrance, and around your clit once.
"O-oh," you shiver, one hand darting to grab at her hair. "That's…"
Good. So fucking good.
Your cunt tingles with every sensation; the warmth of her breath, the heat of her tongue. It's like nothing you've ever felt, and the loss of contact leaves you throbbing for more already.
"That okay?" She asks.
"Okay" is the understatement of the fucking century. In fact, that's what you might have said if one swipe of her tongue hadn't already left you reeling.
But right now, all you can reply with is,
"Please keep going."
And Sevika is more than happy to oblige.
She mimics her previous motion, sliding her tongue through your folds and around your clit before dragging it back down again. She does this two, three, four more times, before her tongue begins lapping around your clit in slow, sloppy circles.
You groan, hips already bucking into her mouth, grip tightening in her hair.
"Oh, yeah," you nod. "That's good shit."
She can't help but chortle into you, and you join her, eyes fluttering shut and head falling back against the pillows.
"Fuck, you're good at this," you breathe.
She places a kiss on your clit before pulling away to respond.
"Only 'cause you're good at telling me what you like."
"You're so humble," you lazily grin, releasing your grip on her hair to stroke her cheek with your thumb. "What about you, though? Do you like this?"
"Do I like this?" She repeats, not even bothering to conceal how ridiculous she finds that question.
"Yeah," you shrug. "I just wanna make sure you're enjoying yourself, too."
"Oh, baby," she replies, her voice low. "I'm exactly where I wanna be."
And with that, her mouth is on you again, her tongue returning to its path of circles around your swollen clit.
She hums in contentment against it, and you twitch. She wraps her lips around it and gently sucks, and your breath stutters. She swipes her tongue up and down against it, and—
"Ooh—"
A sound of disapproval escapes you as your hips jerk away.
"Too much," you explain.
"Too direct?" She asks, looking up at you.
"Yeah. Too direct."
"Sorry, doll." She presses a kiss to your thigh. "Thanks for tellin' me. You wanna keep going?"
"Oh, yeah," you sigh, your head falling back against the pillows, and your thighs falling further apart. "I do."
She goes back in with a flatter tongue, lapping at the arousal between your lips and tracing the hood of your clit, but making a point not to slide her tongue directly over it again.
And it feels so, so good.
She wrings pleasure from the swollen bud with every swirl. Every nerve lights up with each stroke. And soon enough, your breath picks up, your body starts to twitch, and you go taut.
"Oh, fuck," you sigh, covering her hands with your own.
She slides her hands around to the backs of your thighs before pushing them toward your chest— just enough to spread you open even more as she gets lost in how you taste.
"Oh, god," you whine, abs tightening as the knot in your belly tightens, too.
"Mhm," she nods against you.
She snakes her arms around your waist and pulls you close against her face, hunched over as she eats you like a woman starved— completely lost in how you feel, how you taste, how you sound.
And when you open your eyes and see her brows knit together in pleasure, her plush lips around your clit, her tongue darting out to circle it—
"I think I'm gonna come."
The words tumble out, high-pitched and airy.
"Fuck— fuck, Sev, I'm gonna— wait—"
She snaps out of her trance in an instant.
"You okay?" She pants, unraveling her arms from around you. She sits back on her haunches, giving you plenty of space, hands resting patiently on your upper thighs as you catch your breath.
"Yeah," you beam, reaching out to stroke her forearm. "God, I'm… I'm perfect. That was perfect. I just…"
Her eyes are wide and concerned as she waits for the rest of your sentence.
"No— it's not bad, babe," you chuckle, "I just, um… I think I want your fingers in me first. If that's okay."
Her eyes go even wider.
"Yeah?" She exhales. "You ready for that?"
"I think so, yeah. I, uh… I'm pretty fuckin' certain I'm wet enough for it, so…"
"Oh, yeah," she grins, looking down at the mess she made. "I can attest."
"Are you good with that?" You ask again. "Moving onto that, I mean?"
"Absolutely," she nods, decisive. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."
You nod back, pulling her toward you by the forearm you're still grasping.
"Yeah," you confirm. "I want you inside me, please."
She trills her lips, shaking her head as she settles in between your open legs and props herself up with her mech arm.
"You're so fucking good," she mutters, almost in awe. "You know that?"
She leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and you moan at the taste of yourself all over her mouth.
"Do you know how fuckin' good you've been for me?"
Another kiss.
"Can I touch you, baby?" She murmurs against your lips. "Will you show me how to fuck you so I can keep making you feel good?"
Your breath shudders as you nod fervently.
"Yes," you pant. "Yes, please. Please touch me. I'll show you how. I'll show you, baby, I—"
You inhale sharply as she palms your cunt.
Your legs snap closed around her waist, and she leans down, breath tickling your ear as she whispers to you.
"Easy, love," she coos. "Spread your legs for me, please?"
You nod, your legs falling back open as you reach up to wrap your arms around her neck.
"There we go..."
She parts you with her middle and ring fingers, dragging them up through ample arousal before catching your clit.
"Do you finger yourself much?" She asks, fingers moving up and down in soft, slow strokes on either side of the button between them.
"Mm-mm," you shake your head with a whine, chasing her movements with your hips. "I usually—"
You moan shakily as she moves from up-and-down strokes to tight circles.
"I usually focus on my clit," you pant. "Doesn't really feel like much when I— hm— when I go inside."
"Okay," she notes. "Is it ever uncomfortable?"
Her fingers still, and suddenly, you're able to focus.
"Sometimes, yeah," you nod, meeting her eyes. "I'm still pretty… I don't know… tight, I guess? And it's not like I really bother with much foreplay when I'm trying to get the job done myself."
"I hear you," she grins. "You're plenty wet already, which helps— obviously— but if we need lube, I've got it, and I have no qualms with using a shit-ton of it."
"Okay," you chuckle, your stomach flutttering.
"I'll start real slow. I'm talkin', annoyingly slow. You'll probably get impatient and start rushin' me, and I won't let you, and then you'll get aggravated with me for a few minutes 'cause you're spoiled and it's my fault, but you'll thank me later, okay?"
You laugh harder.
"Yeah, yeah. Okay. I get it."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, Sevika," you smile, wiggling your hips.
"See?" She raises her brows. "There you go already. I'm not even inside you yet."
You raise your brows, too.
"You wanna fix that?"
She sucks her teeth in reproval, a begrudging smile breaking out on her face.
"Sure," she speaks lowly, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. "I can fix that."
Her middle finger slides down to rest at your entrance, circling once.
"Real slow, okay?" She repeats, suddenly very focused; and now, you're suddenly very nervous.
"Okay."
The word comes out so shaky that she pauses, looking up at you with furrowed brows.
"You okay, my baby?"
"I'm okay," you stiffly nod. "It's just, like… I don't know… It's happening."
Her expression softens.
"I know it's not a big deal," you chortle, getting shifty. "No bigger a deal than having your mouth on me for the first time. Like, I don't even think I'm really a virgin anymore after that— but what even is virginity when only vulvas are involved, and—"
"Y/n?"
"Yep?"
"You're spiraling."
"I know."
And thank Janna, you both break out into laughter and the tension starts to melt.
"You're right," she begins. "It's not a big deal. But it is new. And, to be fair, it's kinda hard to unlearn all the weird emphasis people put on someone else being inside you for the first time, so, yeah. I bet this specific moment does feel really big."
You nod, sharply exhaling.
"But hey," she says, dipping down to catch your eye. "We're just trying somethin' new. That's all this is. You and me, trying somethin' new. Exploring each other's bodies—"
"No." You shake your head and curl your lip in disgust. "You're being weird. Don't be weird."
"There we go," she croons, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Now you're back."
You roll your eyes with a reluctant smile before reaching up to press a kiss to her cheek in return.
"You ready for me?" she smiles.
"Yeah… ready."
You take a deep breath in through your nose and sigh.
"Good breath, baby," she remarks.
And then, the tip of her finger breaches your entrance.
You tense on instinct.
Her voice is soft as she speaks again.
"Gimme another one?" She asks.
And as soon as you exhale, you earn another few centimeters of her finger.
Sevika wasn't exaggerating. The pace she sets is torturous. By the time you're squirming, she's only a knuckle deep.
"Patience," she coos.
You huff in response. "I didn't even say anything."
"You were about to. I could feel it in my bones."
"You're so annoying."
"Let me finish working you open and get to fucking you, and then we'll see how you feel."
You pulse around the length she's given you so far.
"Yeah?" She lowly teases. "That sound like a plan?"
It isn't fair. Before you can offer a retort, she pushes in deeper, and you choke on a moan instead.
She dips down to nip at your earlobe, and when she speaks again, her voice sounds even lower this close to your ear.
"That's right, baby. Just take me. Just like this."
She sinks in to the second knuckle, and your jaw goes slack, your brows knitting together in equal parts focus and pleasure.
The stretch is a dull ache, but it isn't painful. Not at all. It's the satisfaction of working out a tight muscle after a run, or kneading a knot in your shoulder. It's deep, and resonant, and delicious.
"How you feelin', sweet thing?" She asks.
You swallow, wetting your lips as you nod.
"Really good," you whisper. "This feels really good."
"Different, huh?"
"Oh, yeah," you chuckle airily. "Super different. When I do it myself, it's like… like I can only feel what my fingers are feeling, you know? But this is… All I can focus on is… All I can feel is you."
Your walls flutter around her, and you moan, feeling dizzy. You reach down to grab her wrist, and you pull her hand forward, her finger sinking deeper. The further intrusion— the muted sting it produces— pulls a hiss from in between your teeth, but just as quickly, your head falls back against the pillow as you melt into the sensation, craving more of it, chasing after it.
Your hips rut up against her hand of their own volition, and before you can help it, you've settled into a steady rhythm, breath growing labored as you fuck yourself on her finger.
You reach down with your other hand, anchoring it to her forearm, pulling her even closer— deeper— until suddenly, you freeze, gasping at the feeling of her palm flush against you.
With wide eyes, you look down to find that every inch of her finger has disappeared.
And when you look up at her, she's already staring back with raised brows and a knowing grin.
"That's everything. You're takin' it all."
"Are you serious?" You pant.
"Last time I checked," she teases, looking down at where you swallow her. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah," you blurt, surprised. "I… yeah. That didn't hurt bad. Like, at all."
"It's not supposed to," she shrugs. "Not if you take your time. Not if you're patient. And you," she purrs, leaning down to kiss you before continuing, "were very, very patient."
You giggle, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and kissing her back.
Your tongues meet in a lazy dance, swirling around each other.
You break away and bring your thumb to her bottom lip, tracing its curve.
"Well," you reply, "you were making it very, very hard."
The lines at the corners of her eyes deepen as she grins.
"You still did good…"
She leans down to trace the bridge of your nose with the tip of her own.
"Do one more thing for me?"
"Hm," you lazily hum.
And then Sevika asks you to touch yourself.
"Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Reach down and show me what you do when I'm not here?"
You laugh, airy and shocked. "You're dirty."
You reach down, anyway.
"I'm curious," she smirks.
So you sate her supposed curiosity, your fingers moving over your clit as her finger remains still inside you.
"Good job, baby," she praises. "You still feelin' good?"
"Oh, yeah," you sigh.
"You want me to start moving?"
"Oh, yeah."
And finally, she eases her finger out to her second knuckle, making your breath hitch.
But when she plunges it back into you, curling it up toward your belly and flexing to massage the velvet under her fingers, you lose your breath completely.
"Oh, fuck," you keen, choking on your own words. "That's—"
Her next thrust punches a moan out of you, a sharp inhale following in its wake.
"That's so good, baby," you nod, wrapping your legs around her waist. "That feels so fucking good."
"Yeah?" she breathily encourages. "You like it?"
"I love it," you gasp.
"Oh, you love it?" She chuckles darkly. "You take it so good, too, baby— fuck, you feel so good."
Touching yourself is one thing. Having her inside of you is another. But both, at the same time?
It's intoxicating. Overwhelming. Addictive.
Every time you run your fingers over your aching clit, your walls convulse around her. Her finger works you open, pushing through resistance with a delicious pressure and slipping back out again.
The noise coming from in between your thighs is lewd— wet— mingling with the sound of labored breaths layering over one another.
And soon, your whiny moans join the chorus.
"Faster?" You plead; and she quickly obliges, losing herself in the warmth of your cunt.
"Like this?" She rasps, burying her finger to the hilt before pounding into you with short, deep strokes.
You let out a cry, your entire body beginning to tense as your fingers fly over your slippery clit.
For a moment, you can't manage words when every thrust is forcing a guttural moan from deep in your belly, but then, Sevika warns,
"You gotta talk to me, or I'm gonna stop."
You nearly sob at the thought.
"No! No, please— I'm so fucking close, Sev, please don't stop…"
"I've got you, babydoll," she coos, leaning down to pepper kisses across your face. "I've got you. I'm not stopping."
The hand that remains around her shoulder holds on for dear life, your nails digging into the firm muscle— and at that, Sevika lets out a moan of her own.
"God, you're so fucking good," she grits. "So fucking perfect."
Your muscles are wound impossibly tight. Your chest heaves with desperate breath. The cord in your belly is about to snap.
Sevika can feel it, too— can feel the way you're starting to clamp down around her finger.
By the time she says something, you're clamped down on her finger so tightly she can hardly move it.
"This still workin' for you, baby?"
And at that moment, you come harder than you ever have in your fucking life.
Your legs shake. Your cunt flutters incessantly. Deep pleasure rolls through your body in shockwaves.
And with one final jerk, you push her hand away before going limp against the pillows.
Everything goes fuzzy around you, your reality diminished to the sound of your pulse thrumming in your ears and the distant feeling of Sevika's hands kneading your hips.
You're not sure if the world went black because you were squeezing your eyes shut, or because you came so hard you couldn't fucking see, but regardless, when your vision returns, the first thing you see is her.
Awestruck. Smitten. Proud.
"Okay," she exhales. "I'll take that as a yes."
The two of you share a moment of stunned silence.
And then, you're both giggling, breathless and giddy as you wrap your arms around each other, and all you can think is,
Thank God she left her wallet.
"Fuck," you sigh. "Yeah. That was definitely preferable to pathetically riding your pillow."
"I don't know," she mumbles, rolling onto her back. "I think the pillow riding would've been pretty hot, too. Kinda sad you screamed and threw your phone across the room before I got to see it in action, you know?"
"Not fuckin' funny, dude."
You scrub your hands down your face before burying yourself in her chest.
"What were you watching, anyway?" She ponders under her breath, reaching for the phone that had since fallen to the floor beside the bed.
"Hey!" You frantically scold. "Don't look at my phone!"
But she's already falling halfway off the bed to do exactly that— and just before you succumb to mortification for the second time this morning, Sevika chimes:
hii! can you 9 from the list with &TEAM Maki please? 🫶🏻
prompt #9 "can you braid my hair again? i liked it last time."
notes: for my dear maki stans in this app, enjoy this while i try to start a series for him🫶
• you can find my prompt list here
pairing: best friend!maki x fem!reader
tags/warnings: just lots of fluff and tension!!
wc: 3k
"ughhh this idiot... just confess already!"
what was supposed to be a relaxing movie night was being anything but peaceful. you lied on your stomach over a messy mountain of blankets that you didn't bother to tidy up in the morning, laptop balanced way too close to the edge of the bed and more than three different packages of snacks scattered around you.
"you like her. she likes you. just tell her and end this unnecessary suffering!" you muffled a scream in your pillow when the guy in the screen took a step back instead.
"genre: rom-com" someone had written in the summary. and there you were, losing your little emotional stability over a fictional couple.
"did you know that talking by yourself is one of the main symptoms of schizophrenia?"
the voice caught you so off guard that you nearly sent your laptop flying off the bed. thankfully, you reacted fast enough and stumbled forward before gravity could finish its job. "maki!!"
your roommate stood on the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and that stupid, smug smile plastered on his face. he was wearing some comfy grey pants and a simple white thank top that let his biceps show in an almost perfect sculptural way. of course he had to laugh at your tragedy while looking extra hot as well.
"did you know that scaring the shit out of your best friend can cause her a heart attack!?" you glared at him, a hand pressed against your chest.
"you'll survive." he finally took a step in, heading straight for the plate of gummy bears you had next to you. "how sweet of you to have my favorites in here."
"maki!" even if you tried to snatch the plate out of his hold, he was already swallowing the gummies like a whale. "idiot." your eyes narrowed. "get out of my room."
"this is also my room." he casually threw himself on your bed, falling almost on top of you.
"but i'm in my alone time!"
"and you were screaming like you wanted some company." he smiled at you, dimple included. you couldn't hide the effect that simple gesture had in the pitch of your stomach.
"what do you want? you wouldn't come here if you didn't want anything."
"how low you think of me..." he clutched his chest dramatically, before sitting up, eyes shining mischievously. "i actually do want something."
you sighed. those words never meant something good. "what is it?"
maki sat closer, enough to make you focus on his big puppy eyes. oh oh... he was using the secret weapon. he must want a really big favor from you- "can you braid my hair again? i liked it last time."
you raised an eyebrow in surprise. "that's it?"
"what do you mean that's it?"
"i don't know." you pointed at his face. "you gave me the puppy eyes. i thought you wanted me to plant a bomb for you."
"i don't have puppy eyes!" he frowned at you, but the slight pink creeping up his neck gave him away. "uhh... are you gonna do ir or not?"
you remembered the last time you did his hair for him. it was just a random afternoon that you ended up sprawled on the couch, scrolling on your phone with nothing better to do. maki sat on the floor, aggressively smashing buttons as he played some videogame on the tv.
eventually, your attention turned to the way he kept shaking his head from side to side every few seconds. his hair had gotten way too long, and the strands kept getting in his eyes every time he looked down at the controller. at one point, his annoyed huffing was louder than the videogame's sound effects.
without a word, you pushed him back until his body was right in between your legs. he didn't even react, too focused on the tv screen. you brushed his hair back in sections, your nails softly scrapping his scalp as you gathered all the annoying strands in your fist.
and maybe he didn't notice he did it either, but he leaned into your touch. his neck rested back comfortably against the couch, giving you better access to his head. his shoulders visibly relaxed and even the grip on his controller loosened.
then you finally tied his hair with one of the hair ties you always had around your wrist. the result was a cute little bun on top of his head, which made him look way too adorable for someone as big as him. a small smile made its way to his lips when he reached to touch it before returning to his game. "thank you."
and for the simple way he said it, you thought that was it. that he was simply thankful to you for getting the hair out of his face. what you didn't know is that he kept the bun on even when he went to sleep hours later, and then he pouted when he woke up and found out it had fallen off during the night.
now he was asking you to do it again. and he didn't want a simple bun. he wanted braids.
"here." he casually handed you a hair tie. you immediately recognized it as the same one you used the last time, but you decided not to say anything.
"fine. let's see what can i do." you got on your knees on the bed and moved to his head. his hair was now dyed in a soft pink tone and it was a bit longer than the last time, the front strands almost reaching the tip of his nose. you moved your fingers through it, wanting to untangle any knot before making the braid.
"ow." he hissed when you accidentally pulled a bit too hard.
you huffed back in response. "stay still."
"i'm staying still!"
"you're not!" you gathered some hair in your hand and parted it in three sections. as you started to make the braid, you quickly realized that the position you were in was too uncomfortable to be able to make it at least a little decent. every time you braided one section, the other one fell off. "ugh, this is harder than i thought..."
"wait." you watched him move. you thought he would get on the floor, but he got on the edge of the bed instead. "here." he casually patted his thighs for you to sit on.
you didn't think twice before sitting on his lap. physical affection had always been really common with him. falling asleep on each other's shoulder, playful smacks on your arm when he beat you in any game... you were both really touchy, and it never felt weird.
but it was the moment his hands came to rest on your waist that you froze. his thumbs rubbed slow circles on your sides, and it made your heart nearly jump out of your chest. it wasn’t the first time you felt his hands on you, but why was it affecting you so much now?
you forced yourself to look down at his hair again.
worst decision ever.
the new position made it so much easier to reach his hair, but it also gave you a better view of what you were actually sitting on. his shoulders were right in front of you, broad and barely covered by the thin shirt. the muscles in his arms flexed slightly as he grabbed your waist, his chest rising and falling steadily... why was the air suddenly so warm?
you swallowed hard before focusing back on your task. you parted his hair right in the middle, his dark roots peeking through the pink strands. it was silk and soft, and it still had a faint scent of shampoo on it that made you unconsciously lean closer.
"why were you screaming at the movie?" he suddenly asked, voice coming out low and slightly deeper than usual.
"oh, the boy was being an idiot. if he likes the girl that much, he should just confess."
maki waited a few seconds before answering. "maybe he thinks she doesn't like him back."
"bullshit. the whole movie is them basically staring at each other for two hours. it's so obvious." carefully, you finished the first braid and moved to the second hair section.
"and that means they're in love?"
"of course." you said confident. "now shut up, i'm concentrated."
maki went quiet. his hands tightened on your waist just a bit, enough to make your heart twist again. the constant movement of your fingers through his hair was relaxing him a bit too much, that he even forgot to answer back with a sarcastic comment. he had to physically fight the urge to lean his head on your chest.
instead, he discreetly looked up at you when you weren't paying attention. getting you to sit on his lap was the first mistake he made that night. the second was thinking he could survive it.
he was failing miserably.
the same way he failed when he slept with that stupid little bun on, because taking it off meant losing the feeling of your hands on his hair.
and the same way he was failing now, staring at you in pure awe. he stared at the small frown of concentration between your brows. at the way your tongue peeked out slightly when a rebel hair strand slipped from your fingers. at the way your body fitted just so naturally on his lap.
he was torturing himself, while you looked completely unaffected. or at least you were pretending to be. because he noticed the faint blush on your cheeks and the slight stiffness when he placed his hands on your waist. but maybe he was just imagining it.
"why are you staring?" your voice snapped him off his thoughts. he actually jumped a little, embarrassment creeping up to his cheeks. you had already finished the second braid, and he didn't even notice it.
he tried to sound casual when he answered. "you have a lot of moles." that wasn't the reason he was staring, but of course he noticed that as well. he noticed everything about you.
"what?"
"here." he poked your cheek. "and here." his finger lingered on your skin longer than necessary, before pulling it down. then his jaw tightened, like he instantly regretted that move.
you blinked at him, eyes widening in surprise. the spot he just touched on your cheek felt warm now. maki looked just as surprised as you, like he didn't know why he did that. “you have too.” you muttered, poking his cheek just like he did.
this time, you didn't miss the immediate shaky breath that left his lips. it was ridiculous. the two of you didn't know personal space around each other, and yet just a tiny poke on his cheek was enough to short circuit his brain.
“do i?” he whispered, eyes glued to yours like there was suddenly something preventing him from looking away.
you nodded. your finger traced the moles on his right cheek together, as if they were a star constellation. “they say moles appear in the places where you were kissed in your past life.”
“really?” when you nodded, his hand moved from your waist to your cheek. his palm was big enough to cover it entirely. the touch was gentle and careful, but it made you forget how to breathe for a moment. “then you must've been kissed a lot.”
maki tilted your head slightly to the side, revealing the smaller moles hidden on the side of your neck. your pulse jumped incredibly high, and you were sure he could feel it under his thumb.
the tension in the room was so tight that even the air felt heavier around you. the touch wasn't playful anymore. his voice didn't carry the usual teasing tone either. he was simply staring at you, like a person who just found something too precious and had no idea what to do with it. maki had never looked at you this way. or maybe he did, but you didn't pay enough attention.
“i finished the braids.” you drastically changed the subject after blushing like crazy at his words.
he let out a small chuckle before touching them briefly. the braids turned out quite short, like two little horns on each side of his head, but they actually suited him really well. “do they look cute?”
“you look cute.” the words left your mouth before you could stop them. the second they did, you wanted to throw yourself through the nearest window. your face burned like fire and yet, you couldn't look away from him.
maki's smile only got bigger. “thank you.” his hands moved to your lower back to pull you a bit closer. his eyes were back on your face, analyzing it closely.
and you did the same. your gaze focused on the tiny freckles scattered across his nose and how long his eyelashes were from up close. you had found yourself admiring his features many times before, when he fell asleep on your lap after an exhausting day. but now, it was like looking at him for the first time. you were noticing details you never saw before, and the most important one was in his eyes.
you had always brushed it off when your friends told you that maki looked at you differently. of course he did. he was more patient and softer with you, because you were his best friend, and he had always taken special care of you. that's what friends did.
“you're staring.” it was his voice what snapped you out of your daze this time.
“so are you.”
“yeah.” he laughed under his breath. “and according to your logic, what does that mean?”
you didn't even try to hide the way your eyes widened. you knew exactly what he was referring to. and judging by the way his smirk widened, he had asked just to hear you saying it again.
the stupid movie and your stupid comment.
“that means they're in love?”
“of course.”
“it means…” maki's eyes lit up hopefully. that stupid dimple showed up in his cheek when he smiled. you recognized that smile. it was the nervous one. the one that came with a little huff and a faint red tint on his cheekbones. he was waiting for your answer.
you bit your lip nervously, trying to find your words. “it means…” your mouth opened again, but you ended trailing off. for a minute, you could only stare at him. he was close. too damn close that you could even hear his heart beating like crazy. or was it yours?
the answer was simple, but it suddenly felt like the hardest combination of words you've ever known. you were thinking too much about the answer. about his hands on your waist. about everything.
your gaze dropped to the moles constellation on his cheek. that's when you stopped thinking and leaned in instead. a quick kiss pressed right above the little mole next to his lips. it barely lasted a second, but it was enough to make his whole body go completely still.
you locked eyes when you pulled back. neither of you moved. you were both too stunned to speak. then, right when he was about to open his mouth, reality hit you all at once. you let out a strangled scream and scrambled off his lap so fast that your coordination betrayed you, feet tangling in your own blanket mess before your butt ended up hitting the floor with a loud thud.
maki gasped loudly, covering his mouth in surprise. “oh my god! are you okay!?” he was already leaning down to help you, but another scream from you cut him off.
you dragged your butt back through the floor like a snake, wide eyes looking up at him like you were seeing a ghost. “good night!” you spit the words out and pushed yourself up to your feet, almost tripping for a second time before your hand finally reached the doorknob.
“what?” maki stood up in pure confusion. you didn't even look back. you didn't trust yourself to stay in the same room as him for one more second. you yanked the door so hard that it closed with a loud bang behind you.
he flinched, the air softly moving his bangs up. a heavy silence filled the room. then, a third high-pitched scream was heard from somewhere in the apartment, and he immediately bursted out laughing.
“good night?” he repeated to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. then his hand moved to his hair, his expression softening as his fingers traced the braids you had put so much care into. slowly, he lowered it to his cheek. the spot where your lips had touched it was still warm and tingling.
maki let out a shaky laugh, feet walking back until they gave up and his body fell on the bed. on your bed.
no matter how many times he exhaled, his heart refused to calm down. it was his turn to cover his face and let out a muffled scream against your blanket.
his head turned to the side, until his eyes stopped on your laptop. the screen was still on with the movie frozen mid-scene.
without thinking, he pressed play. the couple was staring at each other, the tension obvious even through the screen. as they stood closer, the music shifted to something low and intimate. the girl looked at his lips and the guy grabbed her hand.
maki stared at it, suddenly invested. they leaned closer to each other, and so did him towards the screen. their noses were touching, their lips just a few centimeters away. it was there. it was right there-
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