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“look, y’know she’s nothing to me- don’t get mad at me, y/n!”

were you being unreasonably immature in a way? sure. were you going to continue throwing a fit until you received exactly what you aimed for? yes.

“get out of my house, killua! get the fuck out now!” boomed violently through the halls of the second story in your home, volume of your voice matching your fury. your anger echoing down into the first story and living room as your cusses bounced off the walls. thank goodness your parents were away for the weekend or else they would seriously consider sound-proofing the walls of your room.

oh, you were pissed. livid.

“babe- i told you that girl’s part of my assignment group. its not my fault that that she got partnered with me! so stop yelling.” killua stood before you, desperately attempting to grab onto you, any part of you— just so he could somehow ground you down into reality and perhaps calm you down. your fuming figure was planted dead set in front of your bedroom door, demanding clearly for your boyfriend to leave.

you repeatedly dodged or slapped away killua’s advances to come into physical contact with you. sending a painfully clear signal for him to leave you and your place alone. yet, you knew he wouldn’t listen. not now, not ever.

“i hate that bitch, everyone knows she used to like you. i caught her batting those ridiculous lashes at you in class!” you swore you could sense your blood genuinely boiling to a dangerous point. arm raising from your side along with your temper, pointer finger isolated alone to direct killua towards the door behind you.

soon enough, your tortured silverette eventually gave up on the plan of soothing you with trying to convince you of the clear truth. thing is, he knows, you know, the both of you know that you were well aware of the fact that killua couldn’t bother to give a flying fuck about any other girl or even anyone else apart from gon maybe.

“jesus fucking christ. i’m sorry, alright? will you please just forgive me already?” killua pleaded as he could literally feel a tear in his throat by this point, the same few apologies thrown out for you again and again. this desperation pulsed through his head violently, more unforgiving than any migraine’s that he’s ever endured.

funny, considering you were also crueler than any other struggles he’s experienced.

“sorry isn’t going to cut it.” heel stomping like a tyrant into the floor beneath you, unleashing your emotions into every part of your surroundings.

“i know. so thats why i need you to stop acting that way so i can make it up to you.” shoulders slumping, killua was obviously begging in his own personal manner. begging for your forgiveness, begging for your approval, begging for your affection, begging for you.

“hey, don’t stay mad at me. you know you can’t.”

“we’ll see about that.”

cushioned in-between the plush of your thighs was him. killua’s pale hands slowly, yet eagerly slithered up your sides before enveloping you into the confines of his arms. chests meeting and pressing firmly together, as if begging for you two to mould into one.

despite how often you two spent time together, simply being able to touch and feel you consistently sent jolts of ecstasy through killua’s veins. always as if he received the wonders of being able to live in his dreams. in a sense, you were his dream.

“you have no clue how much you mean to me.. y/n.” a minor tremble in killua’s voice as he muttered those words out for you, and you alone. you could practically taste the desire that radiated from him.

a second character stained your senses from what you could detect off of killua.

fear.

the fear of being rejected by you. the concept of you being unaccepting of killua, deserting him, taking back any of your love in any way was unthinkable to him. it just was not something he could stomach down.

that was all the negativity that you shamelessly relished in. it all worked out conveniently well for your relationship.

no one wanted out.

soon, your bedroom felt significantly heated and moist… or more likely the root cause was due to the fact your breathing couldn’t keep up with whatever you were entangled in.

“gonna make me angry again? gonna piss me off? huh?” taunts burned into the air between you and killua, your snark biting at killua. worse, you were pairing that up with the relentless way your hips moved on him.

killua zoldyck had always worshipped the way your insides felt around him.

warm, comforting, moist, fulfilling.

filthy squelches of your wetness filled the room. honestly, you could listen to that distinct sound on repeat if you had the opportunity.

the familiar squeeze your slippery, gummy walls gifted him, earned you a shaky “oh s-shit! ‘m won’t ever again-” that came from the bottom depths of killua’s heart.

your knees dug into the mattress below you two with every thrust you downed onto his pitifully hard cock.

anyone who even possessed an ounce of understanding for the person you culminated to be, were well aware of how you claimed and treated what was yours.

proprietorial, attached.

luckily, killua was right where he wanted to be.

he’d rather be nothing than have someone who didn’t bother giving him the absolute.

“ohmygod, f-fuck… i—” he gasps, voice cracking along. hands rushing to your fleshy waist like he needed to hold onto you for support, despite you being the sole reason killua was now crumbling down so rapidly.

and that’s exactly when you start pulling up and out, causing killua to anxiously shake his head in protest immediately— able to feel the devastating decrease of the tightness of your walls around him.

panick settled into killua. in all natural instinct, killua’s hands on your waist desperately applied force down on you in response to maintain you back down on him. after all, it was all he could think about right now. your pussy was just so unforgivably addictive, fucking it never failed to give him a vivid euphoria.

before he could even process what you were about to do, you landed a crisp slap onto killua’s cheek. the sting sending a signal of your mercilessness and spreading through that spot of his face, fading into a faint redness.

“thought so. wanna be good for mommy, don’t you?” your choice of words appeared doting, but your voice was evidently laced with the strive to break him apart and leave him a mess for you. a grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you stared down at killua, but your eyes didn’t follow along— remaining still and glued onto him. clearly, you weren’t going anywhere today until you made sure of the fact that he’ll never be able to fall asleep again as long as you weren’t by his side.

“yesyesyes- pleasee mommy! w-wanna be good for you…” he babbled pathetically, dick twitching inside you at the way he could just tear down his usually aloof and cocky nature to turn into your obedient plaything.

killua’s lungs worked overtime, breath ragged and hoarse. sweat droplets beading over his forehead and temples, leading to his white locks dampening. the corner of his feline-like eyes and brows drooping in submission to you, eyelids threatening to falter anytime as a result of the pleasure you blessed him with.

it was all such a sight to behold. a keepsake into the burrows of your memory.

the head of his cock brushed against your cervix with each roll of your hips. undoubtedly, you could also sense it all creeping up on you. you exhale deeper, slower— all in an effort to not lose control. your stomach fluttered, knowing you were the one fucking killua dumb on your bed, in your bedroom, in your house, with your pussy.

not her, not anyone else. just you, only you.

“awh- fffuck.. c-can i please cum? mommy?” your boyfriend huffed out, barely able to push out any words further. he was sooo overstimulated, no kidding. that dangerous heat knotted in his lower belly, on the verge of spilling in you any moment.

one of your hands travelled up to bury itself into his scalp, entangling a fistful of his hair into your grasp before tugging on it so deliciously vicious.

a sob mixed in combination with a whimper erupted from killua, tears starting to cloud his vision. thing is, tears were welling up not from tragedy but instead it was all an expression of how unreal you were of an experience to him. everything about you was so delightful.

if killua could just stay forever beneath you between your thighs, with no hesitation would he do it.

“don’t make mommy sad. hold it in for me like a good boy. m’kayyy?” that so obviously feigned pity in your tone was a horrific mockery. unfortunately for killua, you humiliating him only increased the intensity of his urge to release.

you saw it. that consistent way his eyes would become hazy and half-lidded each time he was near.

“nghh m-mommy.. i- ‘m can’t anymore!” a sob prickled killua’s dry throat, head empty, all that he was capable of thinking of now was to receive your approval to bust inside you and enter that soothing ending.

to that, your other hand gave him another slap on his cheek. an audible snicker prided through your panting. the after-effect of your own palms going numb from hitting killua so often only encouraged you further.

he loved it, killua groaned at your clear enjoyment. he was content being someone you could treat however and did whatever to, since that meant he was absolutely yours. as long as he was yours.

you know what they say—

guys with mommy issues are clingy.

once you had your moment with wrecking killua to a sobbing and pleading mess, you now had him curled up and blanketed close by you.

the small, faint snores of killua were the only sounds that now filled your room after you had lulled him to rest. although, the smell and ambiance of sex and tears still circled through the exact room.

his face was buried snug into your chest, leaning onto you for support even when not awake. he fell asleep knowing you’d be there when he later awoke as well, inhaling your warmth and scent with each breath he took.

one hand patted on his head repeatedly despite him already being asleep, as if you were doing that gesture more for yourself.

the other hand of yours attained and held killua’s phone, thumb dragging around the keyboard engine as you got ready to send in a personally curated email to his professor. the glow of his device beaming back at you, emphasising the sly expression you wore alone.

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