؛ ଓ

The forest sat at the edge of the village like a living painting. Towering lush, emerald trees stretched towards the sky, wildflowers bloomed in bright, verdant colors along the paths filled with vibrant blooms, luring you into the green woodland.

Like a siren’s song to a sailor, the forest called to you.

It was meant to be a short walk, that’s what you kept telling yourself as your feet carried you in deeper and deeper, just a quick look to satisfy the gnawing curiosity in your chest. You followed a narrow path covered in green grass and sunlight, birds singing overhead while flowers brush against your ankles.

You kept walking into the forest— unaware of how long time has passed, minutes turning into hours ‘til you found yourself standing before a dazzling blue lake. The water sparkled like liquid sapphire beneath the sun, crystal-blue ripples danced across its surface, reflecting fragments of light.

Near the outskirts of it, flowers bloomed in abundance with breathtaking colors, surrounded by all kinds of lively fauna and the sight was enchanting, almost magical, then you saw it — a large pair of wings, fairy wings pink and blue in their hues, their edges pointed upwards as they glittered under the fleeting light.

You instantly hid behind a tree bark.

At first, you couldn’t believe your eyes, but then you leaned a bit to the side to see clearly — soft, blonde hair that had been grown to his shoulders, dainty pointed nose and plush rosy lips. He looked unreal, doll-like in his nature, which almost made you think you were dreaming. His back was covered with the beautiful wings you had glimpsed earlier — big in their size, almost covering his entire figure as they glittered and sparkled under the sun.

His voice was sweet and enchanting, singing to the plants he was tending while rabbits and other young animals surrounded him. He looked like a daydream and you were a keen observer.

Your attention, however, was stolen when you heard a twig snap somewhere close, so you knew you had to leave, your feet hurriedly carrying you out of the forest and back home.

That night, you laid in bed restless, wide awake with the scene you saw playing in your head on repeat — it became extremely difficult to move on from the allure you witnessed.

So, when the sun shined and birds chirped again, you went back in the next time.

Same path, same as the last time — you were hiding behind the same tree bark and watching the beautiful man in the forest live; he sung and tended to the plants around him, fed the animals at his feet, gently pet and cared for them.

This slowly became your routine, a guilty pleasure you indulged in — watching the fairy live his life in the forest, his peaceful home as thoughts of him plagued your mind completely until he became all you could think about.

Until one fateful day, everything changed.

The fairy decided to stop pretending he couldn’t sense you, your watchful eyes were a presence he could no longer ignore. So, when you came to the forest at the same time for the nth time so he started to expect you—keeping his back towards you, luring you into a sense of safety.

Today, he decided to turn around and your breath hitched.

“Show yourself, it’s quite rude to stare, you know?” His words flowed palatably, his doe brown eyes gazing into your own, and you felt exposed — no longer hidden behind the bark you sheltered yourself with, yet you remained unmoved. “There you are.”

He stood up, graceful as the fauna surrounding him shifted, and he walked towards you, majestic and breathtaking in his nature. “You’ve been watching me for a while, what are you planning to do, little human?”

Failing to reply, you shifted on your legs, your cheeks bloomed pink at his confrontational words, hot white embarrassment ran through your veins. “I-I don’t — uh, I apologize for intruding,” you paused for a beat, “It’s just… Hmm… You’re beautiful to look at and it became hard to look away.” You were looking down while the truth spilled out of your lips like the water he poured over his crops — over brimming ‘til it flowed down.

He reached out, nimble fingers finding purchase under your chin, compelling you to look up to him with bright, wide eyes.

“Is that so, little human?” Amusement laced with his words, a small smile curved on his lips and he leaned even closer to you, his warm breath fanning against your face,“you’re not a bad sight for my eyes… I’d say the feeling’s mutual.”

His words only caused your ears to flush even more, your throat bobbing as you swallowed nervously, “t-thank you, uhm …?”

“Harua.”

“Thank you, Harua.”

“And you are…?”

In return, you whispered your name to him, and he repeated it. You thought it sounded sweeter from his lips.

“Hmm, then, next time how about you join me instead of hiding like a intruder?”

His fingers released their grip on your chin, his hand extended out for you to take. You didn’t hesitate, letting him lead you to sit by the lake, surrounded by the very view you admired from afar and yet, you thought, he was the most radiant view of them all.

You sat shoulder to shoulder, conversation flowing smoothly as you talked about everything and anything; he told you about his life in the forest, teaching you the names of the animals he cared for, showed you around his garden and all the crops he was tending to. In exchange, you told him about your life in the village, your home, family and all interesting things you could think of.

Before you knew it, the sun was setting and you had to go back.

“Let me escort you back, it’s the least I can do,” he offered, and you couldn’t refuse him, nodding with rosy cheeks and a subtle smile — he took your hand gingerly, his warmth seeping into your skin causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“You didn’t have to but, thank you Harua.” He nodded in reply, only letting go when you reached the entrance to the forest and he was sure you can return to the village safely.

Your relationship with him naturally deepened.

You visited everyday and he sat you down with him to talk to you all about his plants, the animals, things he had been trying and many other topics and you listened like always with a soft smile and big sparkly eyes, in sheer awe of his beauty, as well as his care for his surroundings and his knowledge of the forest.

“How about I teach you something today, little human?” he probed, legs stretched when he stood up, pulling you up with him as well.

“What are you gonna teach me, Rua?” Your brows raised and mouth opened in excitement, grabbing his hand and he smiled sweetly.

Harua rested his hand on the small of your back, leading you towards his garden. “Your lesson for today is how to harvest fruits properly.”

You found yourself standing before the berry bushes, waiting for Harua to get his tools and come back to teach you when one of his bunnies brushed against your leg—asking for your attention. You crouched to pet the soft fur.

“Ehm. I think that’s enough of petting Robin,” he grumbled, handing you the basket. “Now, pay attention, this is how to harvest berries.”

His hand reached out to tug delicately at the hanging fruit and placing it in the basket once it was off the branch, then looking at you encouragingly to do the same so you followed his lead and successfully got some berries.

“Aren’t I good at this, Rua?”

“I think you might be a natural, little human.” You beamed at his compliment. “Come here, there are a few strawberries hanging, let’s get those.”

He crouched, a pair of garden scissors in hand as he snipped a strawberry from its branch — turning around to place it in the basket before handing you the scissors, so you crouched right next to him, tongue poking out in utter focus snipping the strawberry just like he did.

“Good job, little human. You’re doing so well.” His words send a flutter in your stomach, ears blooming into their familiar pink whenever Harua dotted on you.

“Look, Rua! Isn’t it pretty? It looks so yummy, I wanna taste it so bad ~”

“Not yet, little human. We need to finish harvesting the rest of the fruits then we’ll wash them and enjoy them together, okay?” You pouted at his words, so he pinched your cheeks teasingly.

You hesitantly nodded after a beat, following him around the garden and copying what he told you to do, the basket filling up with various kinds of fruits.

“Rua, what about your citrus tree?”

“What about it?”

“You keep telling me about it, I wanna see if we can harvest some fruits.”

“It’s not ripe yet.”

“Ruaaa~”

“No, little human. You keep asking about it, but it’s a delicate thing, it needs time to bloom,” he huffed, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance.

“Please, I just wanna see and if there’s nothing I’ll drop it!”

He squinted at you, finding difficulty in believing your words especially with such unwavered eagerness so he reluctantly agreed. “Okay, fine… let’s go check on it.”

Squealing excitedly, you followed him ‘til you both were standing right before the citrus tree — a few oranges hanging ripe from its branches.

“See, I told you!”

With the basket placed on the ground, your now free hand reached out to tug on the orange and it easily came off its place — you went up to him with the said fruit in hand, looking up with wide eyes: “Please, Rua, I think it’s ripe enough, I wanna taste …”

The fairy couldn’t deny you, not when you gave him a saccharine smile that made him dizzy.

With gentle hands, he took the fruit from your grasp and started cutting it with a pocket knife, sharp enough to tear you a slice. He handed it to you — hearts practically spilled from the love he held in his gaze, watching you eat the fruit of his labor with a warm smile while his cheek rested on his hand.

“Try it, little human. Tell me is it good?”

You nodded eagerly, swallowing the mouthful of fruit but mouth still full of the sweet sourness.

“Give me a taste,” he mumbled, hands now resting on your cheeks as he pulled you in for a sweet kiss, lips coated with the syrupy juice of the fruit.

You stood there frozen in shock for a few seconds before your body acted on its own — kissing him back feverishly, relishing in the taste of his lips against yours.

“Mmmh, it’s good. I did well,” he said once he broke the kiss, flashing you a cheeky smile. “Don’t you think so, little human?”

“W-what was that, Rua?” Your hand gripping his shoulder for support, shrouded in dizziness after your intense kiss.

“Tasting the fruit of my labor.”

“You kissed me …”

“Yes, I have, little human,” he paused before adding, “you taste delectable, and I’m not just saying that because of the fruit I gave you.”

“Well, what does that mean for us?”

The harvesting basket alongside the cut orange long forgotten, his hands reaching out to cup your cheeks warmly, his brown eyes staring deeply into your own.

“It means I can grow the finest of fruits in my garden.”

“Rua!” you teasingly slapped his chest, your other hand still holding onto him to keep yourself grounded.

“I jest, I jest. I’m very interested in you, little human and I’d love to keep courting you until the time is perfect for us to be together.” His honesty startles you, red blooming all across your face and skin.

“Yeah … I think I’d like that.”

As more days passed, you grew closer to the enchanting fairy that resided in the heart of the forest.

At some days, when you would lose yourself into each other and time passed without a care — the night settled before you could get home, Harua would offer his place for you to stay, voicing his worries of the dangers that lurk in the forest at night, so you always obliged.

It started slow. He’d offer you his bed while he slept on the hammock until you insisted that he stopped and joined you on his bed instead.

“It’s not comfortable for you, Rua especially with your wings!”

“Little human, you worry too much …”

“Ease my worries, won’t you?” You huffed, pout formed on your lips as you crossed your hands stubbornly so he hesitantly joined you, hands wrapped securely around our waist, warmth blooming in his chest once your pout turned into a satisfied grin.

When you woke up in the morning, missing his comfort, your feet padded softly against his wooden floors ‘til you found him in his kitchen preparing breakfast for the both of you — your teeth sinking into the flesh of your lips to hold back the smile that threatened to reveal itself.

“You’re staring again,” he muttered, focusing on cutting up the fruits and carefully placing them next to the bread he’d baked for you.

“I can’t help it, the view is mesmerizing,” and Harua can practically hear the grin from your tone, turning around to flash you a bright smile.

“You’re not too bad yourself, little human.” The plates in his hands were gingerly placed on the table once you took a seat, and the domesticity of it all sent a flutter down your belly.

You spent the entire morning basking in delightful conversation, the delicious food he prepared and fleeting touches that bloomed red all over your body.

This wasn’t the last time this happened, in fact it became a common occurrence for you to stay the night, held in the fairy’s warm embraced then awaken in the morning to the delectable aroma of his cooking and he made sure to prepare the best meals for you.

Until one night, everything between you shifted.

It was dark out, you both laid by the lake stargazing, your head laid on his chest while his hand rested gently on your shoulder as you pointed out the different shapes you saw yet you can feel Harua’s gaze lingering on you rather the shinning stars.

“Stop staring at me to distract me!”

“Oh, I’m not staring at you to distract you, little human.”

You almost gave yourself whiplash from how hard you moved to look at him, your eyes widened while red heat bled into your cheeks — he looked down to you, a smirk adorning his rosy lips.

“What are you trying to do, Rua?” You eyes fell on them briefly before looking back up.

“Isn’t it obvious?” The space between you decreased, his warm breath mingling with your own, your heart felt like it was about to leap out your ribcage.

Like anyone — or, anything born of the forest, Harua was not as gentle as he looked. He tried to hold it together for you, unwilling to frighten you, and soften his brutish tendencies. Deep down, all he wanted was to kiss you until you were left winded and weakened.

“Do you know what you do to me, little human?” he groaned, his lips were barely hovering against your own while the tension shifted between you both like a pendulum, neither of you making the first move yet.

“How about you show me instead?”

That was until Harua couldn’t hold himself back anymore, ultimately capturing your lips in a searing kiss — it turned wet, sloppy and lewd when his hand moved to rest on the back of your neck.

You pulled away when your chest tightened, the dizzying sensation had you gasping for air — your fingers digging into the welcoming flesh of his shoulder, a method to keep yourself grounded.

“What else would you …” He gulped, looking at you with wide, glassy eyes, “like me to do?”

“I want you to give me all of you, every part, every emotion, your everything. I want it, Rua.”

His hands now settled on cupping your cheeks, “you’re driving me crazy, little human.”

“You like that ~”

“That I do and I’m gonna show you exactly how much I do.” he groaned, his hands now resting on your waist as he flipped you over, his entire figure towering above yours — the lush green grass digging into your supple skin.

Harua leaned down to kiss you feverishly, raw in his desire and you reciprocated. Your hands found purchase draped around his neck, pulling him closer to you in response.

His hands, however, started to wander all over your body. Beginning with your chest, his fingers flicked the hardened peaks, a soft whimper falling off your lips which he swallowed as he kept kissing you. His hands the squeezed your waist, lowering it to settle on your thighs — squeezed the soft flesh gently prompting your legs open.

“Rua~” you moaned so sweetly, like sugar on his tongue, he couldn’t get enough. He needed more.

The fairy’s nimble fingers got to work, tugging your panties to the side and slipping a digit into your wet folds, arousal leaking all over his fingers and down your cunt, your thighs twitching at his ministrations.

“You’re so sweet just from a little kissing, little human,” he said, his tone amused, “do you like me that much?”

You whimpered in response, head thrown back, mouth hanging open while your soft noises echoed through the calm forest.

He slipped another finger, curling just the right ways at the right places to stretch you out enjoying the way you responded to his touches — tears clung to your lashes, your thighs shaking and your grip on his tightening.

A pretty pink flush painted your body, he couldn’t help himself from breaking the kiss to bite the welcoming flesh of your neck.

Legs around his torso as he kissed you hungrily, hands already plunging into you, stealing you of breath and words. “Tell me, little human, how do I make you feel?” He asked, his fingers squelching in and out.

“So good Rua, but not enough. Need more.”

“What do you need? Use your words.” The fairy mumbled against your flush skin.

“Ah, need to cum, Rua.”

The fairy’s gentle hands already went back to plunging into you, stealing you of breath and words, your heart racing as the fire in your abdomen grew — chasing your climax.

Clinging to his shoulders, your hands shook a little bit, and your hips started rocking lazily onto his digits — feeling those bolts of pleasure all over your body, a new wave of need washed over you. The sound of your arousal squelching as his fingers massaged your insides only served to build up your orgasm.

You came all over his fingers, blood rushing to your head. The fairy maintained eye contact as he gathered the wetness from between your legs with his fingers and he started sucking them off with a satisfied hum. 

“Fuck, close your eyes for me.”

You obeyed, darkness engulfed your vision, unable to see him smear your arousal all over his lips, breathing heavy, and lean down to kiss you with it leaving you dizzy.

By the virtue of being born from a flower, Harua had little to no experience in intimacy — or so he thought ‘til he had you a whiny pretty mess underneath him.

A quick peek wouldn’t hurt, you thought to yourself, slightly squinting to see his blurry figure towering over you.

He took his wet fingers out, palm facing downwards, he trailed his hand upwards — fairy dust trailing his digits. Using his magic and the remains of your essence that coated his hand to provide you with what you needed.

He unhooked his underclothes, letting them fall to the ground — heat spreading under your skin as he used one hand to keep you spread open for him while the other guided his length to your wetness.

He slid it over your cunt, wetness dripping down and onto your thighs while his hands found their place on your hips.

“Feel good?” Harua asked, his voice was hoarse, “Tell me, is that what you wanted, little human?”

You nodded, your hips rocked to let him slip even deeper into you. “Yes, Rua. I need you inside me, so bad.”

His hips pushed deeper and deeper, ‘til he was buried fully inside you and he was big — the stretch burned, feeling almost addictive from how good it was.

“You can move, Rua. Fuck! please, Rua ~” You started pleading him once the stretch became bearable, crescent-like marks branded on his back thanks to your nails digging into his back.

The fairy didn’t need to be told twice. He started to thrust out then back in, the slow drag driving you crazy, especially when his thrusts were hitting the spot that had you seeing stars.

Every thrust, every push was felt, every drag of his cock against your fluttering walls, watching you intently as your back arched pushing you into him — laser focused on you and only you.

“More, more. Need more, Rua,” you babbled, your moans mixing with his own filling up the quiet night.

“Are you sure you can take more?” He asked, his voice rough and breaths knocked right out of his chest — desperately restraining himself, his spine coiled tightly.

You looked him straight in the eyes, daring, “you know I can.”

That was all it took for the dam gates to break loose.

His fingers tightened their grip on your hips, holding you in place and he was watching you with a piercing gaze — his forehead falling against yours as his pace picked up, thrusts sharpened.

“That’s it then, take what I give you, little human.”

Loud moans escaped your chest freely, toes curling over his lower back, all your could hear was the growing buzz in your ears mixed with his sweet moans — your heart rattling against your ribcage.

Your grip around him was tight like vice, wrapping around him and not letting him go and you both weren’t going to last any longer — not when his thrust became rougher, deeper. The restraint he was holding onto was no longer existent.

Harua was thrusting hard, always hitting that one spot that turned your brain into mush.

“Rua~” his name fell off your lips sweetly, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you. You were so close to your breaking point, the coil in your stomach near unraveling — your orgasm was shattering, feeling it from your cunt to your limbs.

One last thrust lead you to break and fall apart, an orgasm so good you could see white behind your eyelids, his voice becoming feral against your ears, his teeth sinking into the welcoming flesh of your lobe, your walls clamp around him making him moan your name as he came.

Shock waves washed over your body, shaking some more under him just as kept spilling deep inside you, his hand pressing you against the lush grass. You both stayed there for a few minutes, breathing heavily as the silence took over.

You opened your eyes, your hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him close until your noses were touching, rubbing them together lovingly.

“Was it to your expectations, little human?”

“It was perfect, my darling fairy.”

“I’m glad.”

His lips curved into a soft smile, gathering you in his arms and lifting you up to head inside for a much needed shower and a dinner made by yours truly just the way you like.

𝒻𝑖𝑛.

"i haven't even done anything to my face yet," you chuckled, leaning closer to the mirror to check for creases under your eyes.

"my girlfriend is just naturally stunning, i guess." she winked at you in the mirror, and you answered with a roll of your eyes.

you grabbed the mascara, carefully swiping it across your lashes to give your eyes a bigger, fuller shape.

leaning in again, the warmth of her chest pressing into your back vanished for a split second before she returned. her chin rested on your shoulder, a slight pout on her lips. her hands settled on your hips, fingers pulling at the waistband of your panties where they peeked through your sweatpants.

you stopped, capping the mascara and turning around to face her.

grabbing nicho's pouty face, you asked, "what's wrong? why's my baby sad today?"

her heart swelled, beating like she'd just run a marathon, as she tried to find her voice for you. clearing her throat, she looked at you from under her lashes. "i just miss you."

a warm smile spread across your face. you caught her lips in a small kiss, and she melted into your embrace. you gave her another, feeling her lean her full weight on you the deeper you kissed. her arms rested against the sink behind you, one hand occasionally caressing your side before bracing to support part of her weight.

when you pulled away, she stayed leaning on you, face to your chest, looking up at you dreamily. that soft, dopey smile you adored was there, so you left another peck on her now cherry-red lips.

"let me finish getting ready—" she stole another kiss mid-sentence. "mmh— and we can finish this later, baby, okay?"

nicho sighed, eyebrows furrowed, silently refusing the proposal. she hugged you tighter, refusing to let go.

just as she was about to start whining, you leaned closer to her ear. "didn't you say you had a new toy coming in soon?"

she perked up instantly—like calling out 'walk?' to a puppy, who'd respond with a bark and an eager tail wag. nicho looked at you as if she held all the stars in her eyes.

"yes!" she exclaimed, holding you firmer. her eyes flicked between yours, and you could see them darken as she remembered what she'd come in here for.

but you stopped her, hand against her chest before she could try anything. you pointed to the mirror, then to your face. "not until i'm done getting ready," you repeated.

"not like it's gonna stay on afterwards, anyway." nicho rolled her eyes, head tilting to the side. her smirk was evident as you felt her hands slide higher under your shirt, fingers barely brushing the underside of your boobs.

your breath hitched. trying to stay in control, you firmly pushed her hands down and leaned away from her teasing lips. pointing to the bathroom door, nicho grumbled all the way to the bedroom, swearing up and down that she wouldn't be done with you unless she had every bit of makeup swiped off your face.

by the time you were done, you'd finished the small details left on your face, painting your lips a rosy red. walking into the bedroom to choose an outfit, you found nicho half-laying on the bed, scrolling through her phone.

"took you long enough." you could hear the grumble in her voice, and you answered with a small giggle.

"beauty takes time, nicho. you can't rush it." both you and nicho knew you weren't doing this for the sake of beauty. you were doing this to tease her, to see just how thin you could stretch her patience. you were supposed to be going on a grocery store trip, but you'd mentally canceled it the minute you kissed nicholas.

you rummaged through the pile of clothes, grabbed something random, and headed back to the bathroom. nicho jumped up from her spot and pulled you toward her.

"you do not need to be changing right now." she looked at you with wild eyes, gaze darting between you and the clothes in your hands. she looked like she was about to set them on fire with her stare.

"i need to—" she cuts you off, grabbing the pieces of clothing in your hands and chucking them somewhere across the room.

"you need to nothing." she pulls you toward her, close enough that you straddle her hips as she leans back on the bed. "don't you think you've teased me enough?"

you pretend to think. "hmm, well, i'd planned for more." your sweet smile contradicted your intentions so perfectly that it had her chuckling.

hungry hands roam all over your thighs before gripping at your ass. she was on the brink of breaking.

your hands find her shoulders, supporting yourself as you sit on her hips. you flip your hair to the side, face now inches away from hers as you feel her shaky breath across your lips.

slow, deliberate fingers travel down her chest to her abdomen and underneath her shirt, moving back up towards the soft skin that was covered by nothing but warmth.

your fingers knead the softness, light gasp against your mouth when your thumb catches over her nipples. lips catch hers in hunger, slow and eating at her as you search deeper inside her.

your moans vibrate throughout the bedroom before pulling back and watch her chase after your lips, begging for more. her eyes are wide as they watch you move down to her jaw. slowly working your way to her neck, feeling her hammering pulse against you tongue as you nibble on the tender skin enough to bruise.

your hands move towards her hips, tracing the lines of her curves as you find the top of her jeans. without any struggle, you undo the buttons, shoving your hand inside, only to be met with supple skin.

you pull back, chest heaving as you look at the glorious sight in front of you.

"not wearing anything underneath?" your eyebrow raised mockingly, fingers still toying with her wetness. nicholas cursed under her breath when she felt a digit go inside her slowly pumping.

"you wanna fuck me that bad, huh?" nicho could only look away in response, ears flaming red, earning a giggle from you.

you lean closer to her, lips brushing against hers. "so wet and i've barely touched you."

nicholas's hands pat around the bed, reaching under the pillow. she pulls away for a moment, and when she's back, she's holding a dildo with two ends. one was longer than the other, obviously intended to be inserted, while the other was small but big enough to act as an anchor.

her smile is bright as she sits upright. she flips you underneath her, catching your lips in a greedy kiss as she shimmies off her pants and yanking yours off. she's completely bare in front of you. you stayed in your lace panties, her fingers fiddling with the soft cloth.

straddling your hips this time, she brings the dildo to your lips.

"aaah," she opens her own mouth with you, and you begin sucking on the fake cock. the messy sound of your saliva wetting the rubber filled the room accompanied by your shared heavy breathing.

the moment had you clenching around nothing. thighs rubbing together as you core ached to be filled.

nicholas bites her lips as she watches you lose yourself into thoroughly coating the dildo with your drool. she pulls it out of your mouth, kissing the corner of your mouth before leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses down your body. your fingers find her hair, running them through the soft locks as you lift her bangs; her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she sucks a spot on your hips.

fingers toying with the waistband of your panties, she pulls them off slowly as if opening up a precious gift that was bestowed to her. her movements aren't rushed, agonizingly patient as she takes in the wet sight in front of her.

"so fucking perfect for me," nicholas falls down to her knees, kissing all around your heat before her tongue licks strips up your pussy. throwing your head back, your fingers pulled just enough on her hair to force her closer to your center.

"so impatient," she says mockingly, feeling a sense of deja-vu. that stupid, smug smirk that spread across her face almost made you flip (?)

usually, you'd respond with some smart comment, but you needed her too much for this get to you. a groan escaped you as you cover your face with your hands in frustration.

"look at you, already falling apart, and i haven't even begun." nicho's giggles sounded deep, still mocking you.

when she was sure you were wet and lubricated enough, she smeared the tip of the dildo all over your wetness, slowly inserting it inside you. the thick rubber stretching you open slowly, fingers digging into her shoulder as you leaned on your elbows. you watched the cock slowly disappearing inside you, arching your back as you adjust. you watch nicho's face concentrate on the slow movements going in and out of you.

a hand to your clit, rubbing slow circles as she gave kitten licks, keeping a steady push and pull of the cock. nicholas watches your expressions, eyes meeting hers as you nod. you mouth dropping open when she shoved it deep inside you in one stroke.

"want me to fuck you?" she stood back up, straddling your hips this time as she held the dildo in place inside you. you nod eagerly in response, nails raking across her back as you try to pull her closer to you.

"use your fucking words." she grabs your face firm enough to hold eye contact, thumb stroking your cheek as she waits for you to find your voice.

"yes, please, please. i need you to fuck me," breathless whimper escapes you, and it satisfies her. grabbing your lips in a deep kiss as she continues fucking you with a pace even faster and merciless than before.

a knee beside your hip while the other was between your legs, she gives you a few more pumps before shoving the other small head inside herself. her moan was loud, guttural as she braces herself around your head, her hips rocking into you.

every thrust, every touch affected her just as much as it did you. her thrusts are merciless, filled with hunger as she pounded into you. your moans came out loud, eyes wide as you kept glancing at the point where you both met.

"i'm gonna cum— nicho, please, nicho—" you were already on the brink just by her teasing touches. you grip the arm that was around you, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to not to cum.

"i'm not holding you back, baby." you look at her with wild eyes, briefly confused before you're snapped out of your thoughts when a particular roll of her hips sends you over the edge.

your moan is obscene as she grinds into you, fucking the orgasm out of you until you came down from your high. broken moans tumble out of you as her thrusts turned harsher, more desperate to reach her own climax.

her mouth finds your nipples, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud, eliciting a soft moan out of you as she continued fucking into you. your fingers trail down, finding her clit and rubbing in slow circles.

her head fell back, a breathy sigh escaping her as she grinds into your hand now. the angle made her hips tilt upwards into you, a whine escaping you as she kept teasing that precious spot inside you.

"there you are," she purred against your ear, hand now long forgotten as she closed the distance between you, hugging you as she fucked you with deep rolls of her hips.

you felt your eyes roll back, legs twitching as she made you spread wider. she lifted herself off, fingers toying with your sensitive bud and used your knees as her anchor, trhsuting deep and relentless.

her pace was so fast, so deep, so good— hitting the deepest parts of you at that delicious angle. her moans grew louder, using her other hand to rub her clit in sync with yours.

"nicho— i'm gonna—"

"me too, baby, fuck—" you felt the stutter of her hips as she pressed deeper into you, arching your back as you clawed the bedsheets beside you, tears now escaping as you scream. your orgasm hit like a thousand waves, feeling it spread from your core to your bones.

she gives a few more rolls before her head is thrown back, back arched as her body shivered on top of you. she could barely hold herself up, plopping on top of your trembling body as her face rested on your chest.

"that was..." she trailed off, still catching her breath as she moved slightly to catch your eyes. her sweet smile spread across her face, teeth shining through, and you lean to give her a soft kiss.

"you were amazing, baby." you whisper in her ear, feeling her shift slightly which made you both moan, followed by shared giggles and heavy breaths sounded in the room.

"but i didn't get all the makeup off yet." she glanced at the slightly runny mascara on your face. your base still untouched as your lipstick was smeared on one corner.

"oh, shut up." a playful smack to her back, you bring her closer to you.

a deep chuckle rumbled through her chest, resonating into you as her arms wrapped around you, pressing light kisses to your chest as you played with her soft hair. 𖹭

NSFW tags: @hana07nn, @rikizglazer1009, @xionvlog, @ikigaijo, @solairemelo, @smidare, @imthepeanutsauce, @fumaid, @secretchrysgp, @yumangel, @deersui, @ssosstrange, @odetolune, @yvalrik