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“... Kaveh, I don’t know about this…”

Your breath was shaky as you felt a pair of lips slide down your jaw and down to your neck, slow and meticulous, teeth grazing your skin in a way that had your body shuddering. Your nails dug into Kaveh’s biceps as he smiled against your throat, nipping the skin gently. 

“Say the word and I’ll stop,” he murmured--as always, giving you the out that he knew you wouldn’t take. You couldn’t count the number of times you had been in this position before, laid back as you let Kaveh have his way with your body. You were certain that he must know your body better than yourself at this point, lithe fingers dancing across your thighs, tongue tracing soft patterns as his lips painted bruises on your neck.

Your only response to his words was another barely audible whimper pulling from the back of your throat as Kaveh sucked lightly on your throat before pulling back. You bit back a complaint at the loss of his lips, looking up at Kaveh through your lashes as he hovered above you, strands of blonde hair hanging on either side of his face, red eyes dark and lidded. 

His fingers trailed back up your body until his middle and pointer finger were resting on your lips, pressing down gently. Instinctually your lips parted, letting Kaveh push his fingers into your mouth. You hummed around them, eyes fluttering shut as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, listening as he let out a low groan, pressing his bulge against your thigh to try to relieve some of the pressure. 

You wondered if Kaveh still considered your… relationship a sort of dig against Alhaitham. You knew that was how it started, how his interest in you began--he saw you on Alhaitham’s arm walking around the Akademiya. Alhaitham, who never showed any interest in anybody other than himself, and Kaveh being Kaveh couldn’t help but try to figure out the puzzle. And eventually he did, because Kavah was Kaveh, and Kaveh was smooth and charming and genuine, for the most part, at least. 

He learned that you were Alhaitham’s best friend, only friend really and solely because the two of you had known each other since childhood and you refused to let him push you away in the name of research. And as soon as Kaveh had learned what your relationship to Alhaitham was, he began to make moves. You swore that you tried to hold out, push him away, but your fall was inevitable and sooner, rather than later, you found yourself sat on a desk in the House of Daena as Kaveh buried his face between your thighs and ate you out like a man starved. 

You told yourself it would be one time only--but one time turned into two, two into three, and three times turned into four, five, six, you weren’t even sure how many times now. 

Sometimes, you liked to think that he was with you because he cared about you because as much as you hated to admit it, you had fallen hard and fast for Kaveh’s charm and you didn’t just want to be used as a jab against your best friend. Other times, like today, you found yourself half-fucked out on Alhaitham’s bed with Kaveh above you--eyes bright and wild and ordinarily neat hair a mess as he got off to the idea of ruining Alhaitham’s pretty little best friend on his own bed.

This would be the last time, you told yourself for the dozenth time in the past two weeks--but you meant it this time, you promised, you did. He searched your eyes for an answer, waiting for you to give him the okay to continue and you let out a hum in agreement. Kaveh’s lips pulled up, pleased with your response.

You let out a quiet noise of protest as Kaveh pulled his fingers from your lips but before you could actually complain, he replaced his fingers with his lips as hand trailed down your body to between your thighs, parting them so he could press his hips between your legs.

And you hated this, because he kissed you like he loved you--swallowing your moans and cries as his lips slid against yours and his tongue danced in tune with yours--and you knew he didn’t love you but you couldn’t help the way your heart raced every time he kissed you like this.

Kaveh let his head drop down, lips pulling from yours, blonde strands of hair brushing cheek and you shivered when you felt his cock press against the skin of your stomach. He let out a breath caught between awe and pleasure. “See that,” he said quietly, “S’how deep I’m gonna be inside you.”

Your throat spasmed as you let your head loll to the side, watching Kaveh roll his hips slow against your body, cock sliding against your lower abdomen to your belly button, precum smearing against your skin. You swore Kaveh had the prettiest cock you’d ever had the fortune of laying your eyes on--long and thick, tip flushed red and so, so leaky whenever he was turned on. Another whimper built at your lips, eyes nearly rolling back at the thought of his cock stuffed deep inside you, and Kaveh took the opportunity to press his lips back against yours.

He let out a soft moan against your lips as he finally pressed his cock against your folds, your body trembled as his tip caught your clit before slipping against your wet cunt, pressing heavy against your tight entrance.

Kaveh deepened the kiss, tugging at your bottom lip so he could press his tongue down on yours, exploring your mouth like it was a map only he could see. One of his hands slid to your thighs, hiking your leg around his waist as he slowly, slowly began to push inside of you. Your nails dug even deeper into his biceps, drawing blood, and your legs tensed around his waist. 

You’d never get used to the feeling of him stretching you out, he was so much bigger than any other man you’d slept with it--every time he laid you back on a bed, or a desk, pushed you up against a wall or a door, you swore he was going to split you open, tears springing to your eyes and nails dragging against his skin as he cooed against your lips softly. 

“‘m almost in,” his lips brushed yours as he breathed out the words. “S’okay, relax, I’ve got you.”

And you tried, you really, really did but the feeling of his cock stretching out your walls, the burn and the drag had you light-headed, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Kaveh,” you gasped, stuttering over his name. “Kaveh, too big, s’not gonna fit.”

Kaveh pressed his lips to the corner of yours, smiling against your skin. “Same size I’ve always been, angel,” he murmured, but his voice was strained as he forced himself not to snap his hips up into you. “You say this every time.”

And you did, and every time when you cried that you were going to die, that he was going to split you in half, that you couldn’t take it, you always ended up fucked out on his cock, dumb and drooling and very much alive ten minutes later. He pushed himself deep inside you, fat tap brushing your cervix as your walls tightened around his length, you could feel every vein and groove of his cock as he molded your cunt to fit his cock alone, ruining you for any other man that you might sleep with.

You knew this was wrong but it was hard to concentrate on the thought as Kaveh began to roll his hips against yours, a slow, agonizing pace that had your eyes rolling back, head limp against the pillow behind you that smelt distinctly of Alhaitham. 

That’s right, you remembered distantly, even as your hips began to rock up to meet Kaveh’s, as his lips traveled down your neck, teeth teasing and scraping your skin, you were fucking your best friend’s roommate in his own bed. 

A whimper built at your lips as Kaveh pulled almost fully out of you, only the tip of his cock stretching your entrance, your legs tightened around his waist, trying to jerk your hips up, and Kaveh let out a huff of laughter, watching as your grip on Alhaitham’s sheets tightened. 

He brought one of his hands to your face, fingers brushing your cheekbone, and your eyes fluttered back open as you looked up at him, taking in his swollen lips and flushed face, the adoring look in his eyes as he watched you--in that moment, you could almost pretend that he loved you and wasn’t just using you to get back at your best friend.  

“You’re the most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on,” he breathed out, eyes tracing over your body before they landed back on your face. Your mouth went dry at his words, staring up at him--he said something along the lines of that every time the two of you were together but never with such reverence before. 

“Kav-” you tried to say but as soon as you went to speak, he was leaning down, capturing your lips with his as he snapped his hips up into you. You let out a muffled cry, grip tightening on the sheets as Kaveh fucked you fast and deep, each thrust had his tip pushing impossibly deep inside of you, had your walls stretching out and convulsing around him. 

He was moaning into your mouth, lips slipping against yours messily, one hand cupping your face while the other reached down to wrap around your thigh, pressing it up against your chest so he could reach even deeper inside of you. 

You tried to kiss him back, you really did, but every time he drove his cock into you, your eyes were knocking back and your body was going limp, overwhelmed with the feel of Kaveh filling you up so good. Kaveh’s nose knocked against yours at one particularly hard thrust, swallowing your cry of his name, hand leaving your face so he could intertwine his fingers with yours, pinning your hand to the bed next to your head.

It was too much, his hand holding yours, his lips pressed against your own as he moaned into your mouth, the way he held your thigh to your chest so he could bury himself as deep as possible inside of you. Tears sprung to your eyes as Kaveh kissed down your jaw, groaning against your skin, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the intense pleasure or the fact that the way he was fucking you was bordering on making love. 

A single tear spilled over your cheek and you took in a wet, shuddered breath as Kaveh kissed it away, “Feels, feels s’good,” you slurred over your words, voice shaky as you clung to Kaveh. It did feel good, it felt good in a way that sleeping with him had never felt before and it scared you. “‘m gonna cum, Kaveh, ‘m s’close.”

A choked moan escaped Kaveh’s lips, hips stuttering against yours before he picked back up his pace. “You gonna cum for me, angel?” he gasped, and you nodded as best as you could, body hot and tense, head dizzy, hips jerking up as you tried to match his pace. “‘m gonna cum too, want you to cum with me, mkay?”

Kaveh’s pace took on a faster, more erratic one as he chased his high and fucked you to yours, the long whines and gasps that escaped your lips were muffled as he pressed his lips against yours. His cock twitched deep inside you, hip bone grinding up against your clit, and that was it--your world went fuzzy and your body tingled, spasming beneath Kaveh.

Distantly, you heard Kaveh let out a groan of your name, hips stilling as he spilled his cum deep, deep inside of you. You felt warm, stuffed full, you could feel his cum leaking out of you, puddling onto Alhaitham’s sheets below the two of you. You could feel the way he trailed slow, absent kisses against your hot skin as his shoulders shook, eyes slid shut as he tried to recover from his high.

Too soon, he pulled out of you and rolled onto the bed next to you. You felt cold, and empty, a heavy feeling settling over you even in the afterglow of your orgasm. 

This would be the last time. 

Your head fell to the side as your gaze fell on Kaveh, long lashes fluttered shut, hair splayed out on the pillow beneath him, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his breath. His lips were still wet and swollen, his face flushed--he was pretty, so fucking pretty, and it almost made you want to give in again. 

One more time, the option echoed in your head, one more time.

“Kaveh, I can’t do this anymore,” you finally spoke the words that had been dancing in your head for weeks, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Kaveh as his eyes snapped open and his head whirled to the side so he could focus on you. 

“What?” he asked, speechless, for once in his life. 

“You heard me,” you said, and you pushed yourself to an upright position, looking away. Kaveh followed you, trying to shift in front of your field of view but you made sure to keep him just out of sight. 

“You’re breaking up with me?” Kaveh gaped and your brows furrowed at the terminology he used. Breaking up with him? As if-

“We’re not even together,” you said but the hesitant tone in your voice was obvious--you weren’t, were you? Kaveh had never asked you out formally, and you knew he was capable of it if his stress on the importance of romance had anything to say about it. 

“What?” Kaveh asked again, dumbfounded, and you finally brought yourself to turn to face him, catching sight of the lost expression on his face.

“You’re sleeping with me as a way to get back at Alhaitham,” your voice was now even more hesitant than before, beginning to question your entire thought process. But it was logical to think that, wasn’t it? He made no show of trying to make you think otherwise. 

Kaveh stared at you, lips parting and closing in a way reminiscent of a fish as he tried to figure out what to say, so you took the opportunity to continue. 

“... it’s why you kept pressing to know my relationship to Alhaitham before we slept together… and it’s why-” Kaveh didn’t even let you finish, brows knit together tight and eyes angry as he stared at you.

“You and Alhaitham truly are two peas in a pod, aren’t you?” Kaveh asked, voice sharp and livid, and you had a distinct feeling that you had just made a mistake. “Always thinking the worst of me. Unlike that imbecile, I would not stoop so low as to sleep with someone just to get back at him. I wanted to know your relationship with him because I did not want to steal my roommate’s partner.”

You stared at him, now you were the one at a loss for words. “But… you don’t take me out on dates.”

“Because you duck away whenever we pass by Alhaitham in public so I figured you didn’t want him to know and gossip circulates around the Akademiya very quickly,” Kaveh argued. 

“Well, why didn’t you ask me?” you demanded, now embarrassed, and angry, and glaring at him. He glared right back.

“Ask you what, exactly?” Kaveh asked snidely. 

“To be your girlfriend,” you snapped and Kaveh drew back as if he had been slapped, looking away with furrowed brows. 

“... I did, didn’t I?” 

You gaped, “You certainly did not,” you accused, watching as Kaveh’s cheeks started to bloom red. 

“The flowers,” he stammered, and for a moment you were taken aback because Kaveh never stammered. “I brought you flowers all the time.”

“As a way to woo me into bed,” you muttered petulantly, only to receive another glare. “For a self-proclaimed connoisseur of romance, you surely do suck at it, Kaveh.”

A snort from the doorway of Alhaitham’s bedroom had both of you freezing. Eyes wide, you turned your head to the side to look at Alhaitham, who was staring at the two of you, amused. 

“I want to be angry about all of this but listening to how awful Kaveh actually is when it comes to romance is far too entertaining,” Alhaitham said dryly.

“I am not awful,” Kaveh said furiously, “and you have no right to speak on romance, Alhaitham.”

“Even I know to formally ask a woman out before assuming we are together,” Alhaitham taunted and you supposed you should be grateful that he was more focused on getting digs in at Kaveh instead of being angry over the fact his best friend and roommate were fucking in his bed. “Just admit you have no grounds behind your claim.”

“I will do no such thing,” Kaveh said, outraged. “We are nowhere near the same level when it comes to aptitude in romance and you know that.”

“Evidently, I do not,” Alhaitham mocked. “How one could forget the most important step in a relationship is astounding to me, really.”

Kaveh’s face was bright red as he looked at you for help, and you found yourself stuck between a rock and a hard place because as Kaveh looked at you, so did Alhaitham. 

“Don’t you agree with me?” he asked you and you stared at him as he waited for you to support him, and you glanced at Kaveh, as he waited for you to defend him. “Remember whose bed you’re in right now,” Alhaitham said.

“That’s unfair,” Kaveh spit out. “You cannot coerce her into giving an answer in your favor.”

Alhaitham raised his eyebrows, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he responded before letting his gaze fall back on you.