just my roommate â đroommate!n.wang x f!readerđŠŻ
synopsis : nicholas wang was the vice captain for the basketball team. it just so happens that heâs also been your roommate for years now, but yet, the two of you have never been particularly close. that was, until nicholas arrives to your shared apartment with bruises on his face, you demand for an explanation only for him to tell you that he was defending you against your ex-boyfriend who cheated on you, aka his teammate.
warnings && tags : smut. mdni. porn w plot. oral sex (f!receiving). p in v. unprotected sex (donât). cumming inside (no!). small mention of cheating (ex). pet names. hair pulling. breeding kink (if you squint). cum denial. cumeating. overstimulation. degradation. cockwarming. switch!nico (i think). making out (lots). belly bulge. squirting (f). creampie. manhandling. slight praise kink. hickeys.
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dreemxz note : this is my first time writing smut (EVER). sorry if this isnât good or like accurate (#virgin sorry guys). please let me know if i miss any tags so i can correct it. proof read but there may be errors (ignore them pls)
You finally finished the project your professor assigned two days agoâyou hated his class. Heâd treat his class like a boot camp. In time you became starved so here you were, scrolling through your notes; RECIPES on the notes app. You decided to make some pastaâwith chicken of courseâat first you debated only making some for yourself but with a quick glance at the clock, you realized that it was around the time your roommate came home. Nicholas Wang.
You and Nicholas didnât get along much, youâd rarely see him in the 2-bedroom apartment you both shared, and when you did, you both didnât talk much. But since you were feeling kind today, you added more penne pasta to the boiling water in the pot. The seasonings were perfectly lined up in front of you as you cut the chicken breast into small pieces. Your eyebrows furrowed in deep focus, careful not to cut yourself with the big kitchen knife. Right after you finished cutting the pieces you heard the sound of numbers being entered into the digital keypad.
Your head lifts the same moment Nicholas steps into your view. From where you stood you could see the tiredness in his body, the subtle beard growing from days of not shaving. He didnât notice you at first but when he did he gave you an awkward smile. âHey, making pasta, you want some?â
Nicholas gives you a tight smile and nods. You nod slightly at him before he walks past the kitchen and toward his room. You watch him walk away, the black tee hugging all of his muscles, the grey shorts decorated with his football teamâs logoâa wolf.
Nicholas was the vice captain of the basketball team. He was scouted alongside your friend Jo. You clear your throat and shift your attention back to your dinner. You seasoned the chicken and carefully put it into the pot. You grabbed the lid and covered the pot, reaching for your phone, you set a timer for ten minutes, then youâd check up on it.
You began to scroll through your notifications. A couple of texts from your friends asking if you wanted to bake with her tomorrow. You responded with a simple yes and went to Instagram, liking a couple of stories and commenting on Fumaâs new hiking post. You giggled at Makiâs enthusiasm: âYEAH BROOOOOO AYEEEEEEâ âTS IS SO FIREâ âCOULD NEVER BE ME.â You knew Fuma would no doubt be embarrassed but appreciated by his friend's comments.
âFUCK!â The sudden manly yell made you jump out of your skin, giving the food a side glance, making sure it was cooking fine, you hurried toward the direction of his room. The thought of knocking didnât even cross your mind as you swung the door open.
âAre youââ You paused your sentence, too stunned to speak. In front of you was Nicholas leaning against his dresser, his head thrown back slightly, panting. But now his full, undivided attention fell on you. He wasnât just against his dresser. He was almost fully unclothed. The only piece of clothing was a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers that hung way too low.
You swallowed, a thick lump of spit traveled back down your throat, and your eyes trailed down his figure unintentionally. There have been many times when you have seen Nicholas walking around aimlessly with just a towel hung loose on his waist, but this sight in front of you made you hungry.
He straightened up, causing you to snap your eyes back to his and lock eye contact with him. You refused to look anywhere else. You cleared your throat. âHmâAre youâAre you okay? I heard your yell.â
Nicholas takes a second to respond, âUh, yeah, sorry to scare you. I justââ He turns his body toward you, giving you a full view of his defined abs. You refused. You couldnât move your eyes anywhere other than his face, afraid of doing something youâd regret. âIâm frustrated.â You beckoned him to continue. âThe coach decided to bench me for two entire games.â
âWhat?â
He nods, âYeah, uh,â Nicholas scratches above his eyebrow, âI kind of got into it with Sunghoon.â Ah, him. You swallow hard at the mention of him.
Curiously, you ask, âWhy?â Be careful to approach him with the question as you cross your arms in front of him. You look at his face for a second, and thatâs when you notice he has a cut on his lip and his eye is sort of red. You gasp, immediately throwing yourself his way and cupping his face with your cold hands.
Nicholas winces at the coolness, but also the pressure. He hisses, and you remove your hands.
âShit, Nico. What the fuck did he say? Did he say anything about you or the groââ Before you could finish your sentence, he interrupted you.
âYou. He brought you up.â You took a step back, arms flopping to your sides.
Sunghoon Park was your ex-boyfriend for two years. You thought you two were endgameâa wedding, a house, and kids were all in your books. But, to him, your relationship was a silly game. For an entire year, he made you out to be a fool and made you believe he truly was the one for you.
Except he made it clear the day you had to stay out late in the campus library.
You had finished earlier than expected, and as you walked back to your dorm, you saw him hand in hand with another girl. Then you watched as he leaned down not just to peck her lipsâno, he gripped her waist, like he did to you, put her hair behind her ear, as he did with you, and he kissed her with desperationâlike he couldnât live without her. All like he preached to you.
You blink up at him. âThe fuck?â
Nicholas looked down at you with remorseful eyes. âYeah, asshole decided to bring you up out of nowhere.â
You gulp, crossing your arms. âWhat did he say?â
âItâs better if you donât know. Assholeâs like him can never keep their mouths closed.â
You huffed, âYouâd think I would be the one to still talk about him, but it seems heâs still butthurt I did it in front of the entire team.â You shift your weight from one foot to another, completely forgetting that Nicholas was almost naked in front of you.
Without thinking, you reached up and lightly touched the corner of his lips. His head jerked back instinctively with a wince. âShit, sorry. Let me help you.â Nicholas immediately shook his head.
âNo, itâs fine. I can do it myself. But I have to take a quick shower first, soâŠâ Nicholas now seemed aware that he was just standing in his boxers. âIf youâll excuse meâŠâ
You cleared your throat, rapidly blinking, âright, sorry. Iâll be in the kitchenâŠif you need me.â You donât let your eyes leave him until youâre out of the room.
You make it three steps down the hall before your composure cracks.
âGet it together,â you mutter under your breath, pressing your palm briefly to your forehead like thatâll reset your brain. It doesnât. You inhale sharply and push into the kitchen, immediately greeted by the aggressive sizzle of your pot. âOh shit.â
You rush to the stove and turn down the fire, lifting the lid completely to examine the food. A cloud of steam hits your face as you grab a utensil to stir the food. Once everything is fine, you let out a big sigh, gripping the counter as if itâd run away from you.
âThis is Nicholas,â you whisper. âYou barely talk. Heâs just your roommate. Thatâs it.â Except it doesnât feel like just that anymore. He defended you even if you werenât close. He probably left your ex in a worse condition than he was in.
The sound of the shower turning on echoes faintly from down the hall, but that makes everything worse.
You busy yourself quickly, draining the pasta, seasoning the chicken again, tossing everything together, as if muscle memory can outrun your thoughts. By the time youâre done, youâve plated two bowls without even realizing it.
You move them towards the kitchen table and set them up. âNot gonna lie⊠it smells really good out here.â Your grip on the bowls tightens before you turn around.
Nicholas stands there, hair damp, a loose gray shirt clinging slightly to his shoulders, fresh sweats sitting low on his hips. You gulp and look away, tugging at your collar aggressively.
âThanks. But now eat so I can clean your wounds.â
For the next fifteen minutes, the two of you ate in silence. There was an unspoken tension that you could both feel. You werenât exactly sure what it was, but it was there.
Nicholas had long finished his food, just minutes before you did. Once your fork hit the bowl, he sprang up and took the bowl before you could say anything.
You were still chewing your food when he did that, so you immediately coughed as you forced the food. âWhat the hell? You scared the shit out of me.â He ignores you. He just takes your bowl like itâs the most normal thing in the world and walks it over to the sink, stacking it with his.
âYou eat slow,â he mutters, turning on the faucet.
You scoff, grabbing your cup and taking a quick sip to recover. âOr maybe you eat like someoneâs gonna steal your food.â A quiet huff leaves him.
The water runs as he rinses the bowls, his back facing you. The gray shirt clings more now around his shoulders, damp in places, and you hate that your eyes linger for even a second longer than they should.
You look away. Again.
Once heâs finished, you donât give him time to argue as you take his hands and lead him into your room, heading straight for your bathroom.
Heâd been here once or twice, the nights youâve come home absolutely hammered after a night out at the club, you had stumbled your way inside the apartment, and he had managed to drag you to your room in the dead of night. But seeing it during dawn felt different.
Even if heâd been your roommate for a long time, he had to admit, he didnât know you that well. You get first aid things from your cabinets before you turn over to look at him.
âCome,â you say, sitting on the bathroom counter. âI said Iâd clean your wounds.â
Nicholas glances over at you. âYou donât have toââ
âI know,â you cut him off, âSit down.â
Thereâs a brief pause before he listens to you and awkwardly sits on the counter. He watches as you fiddle the cap to the ointment, and the first aid kid you set it down on the counter next to him, opening it with more focus than necessary. You slowly start to apply stuff to his lips. Your hands are colder than usual, Nicholas hisses as your hand cups his cheek. âDonât flinch,â you mumble.
âI didnât flinch,â he replies.
You donât look up from his lips as you reply, âYou literally hissed.â
âBecause your hands were freezing.â He says as if itâs the most obvious thing.
You roll your eyes, scooting closer. In correspondence, Nicholas spreads his legs wider, and you tilt his chin slightly with your fingers. âYeah, well, deal with it.â You hadnât realized your position yet. He was on the bathroom counter with you standing between his spread legs, leaving you no space to move freely.
You hadnât noticed, but he had.
His breath hitched the moment you had scooted closer to get the ointment on, his eyes narrowing down past your face, accidentally falling on your breasts. The way you were leaning into him and giving him the perfect angle to look into the valley of your breasts made his heart jump.
He quickly looked away, even if his heart was telling him no.
Your touch is lighter nowâmore carefulâas you dab at the cut on his eyebrow with antiseptic. He tenses a little, but stays still, his eyes fixed somewhere on your face.
You try not to notice. You really try, but itâs hard when heâs this close.
When you can feel his breath, steady but heavier than usual. Every time your fingers brush his skin, something in your chest reacts like it shouldnât. âYou couldâve just ignored him, now youâre going to have a black eye and a busted lip,â you say quietly, still focused on his eyebrow.
Nicholas scoffs softly. âYeah, and let him keep talking?â
You frown slightly. âI donât care what he says.â
âI do.â The words come out quicker than intended. When Nicholas realizes this, his eyes widen, but they falter when you pause and stare at him. Your hand stills for half a second before you continue, slower now, and look away.
ââŠWhy?â You donât look at him when you ask.
But you feel it, the way his gaze settles on you again, deeper.
âYou already asked me that,â he says.
âAnd you didnât answer.â Your wrist is gently caught, and you freeze at the touch. Nicholasâs hand isnât tight. Heâs not forcing anything. Just⊠holding you there, enough to stop your movement.
You finally look up. Heâs already looking at you. âI donât like the way he talked about you,â he says, quieter now. âLike you were just⊠something he could mess with and walk away from.â
Your chest tightens. âHe doesnât get to do that, especially when he cheated and lied to you.â Your lips part slightly, but nothing comes out.
âNicoâŠâ you start, but your voice comes out softer than you expect.
His grip loosens slightly, but he doesnât let go completely; instead, his free hand tests the waters. He brings it to your waist, and he watches as you inhale and look down at his hand. Then, it slowly comes down to your hip where he begins to circle your clothes skin with his thumb.
âYou deserve better than that,â he adds. Nicholas stares down at you with hooded eyes. His eyes have suddenly switched, turning from a friendly stare to something you couldnât quite place.
Your heart stutters, but you try to laugh it off, to lighten it, to push it somewhere safer. âYou barely even talk to me, and suddenly youâreâwhatâmy personal bodyguard?â
A small smile tugs at his lips. âSomething like that. I could be, if you really wanted me to.â
You shake your head, but thereâs no real bite in it. âYouâre stupid.â
âYeah,â he murmurs. âProbably.â Neither of you moves.
Your hand is still in his, and your other hand is still hovering near his face. You swallow, your voice barely above a whisper. âYouâre fine now. Itâs just a small cut.â
âMm,â he hums, but he doesnât move back, doesnât let go of your waist or your hand. You should move away and push him off of you. You should, but you donât. Instead, you stay right there, caught in the quiet, in the warmth of his hand around your wrist, in the way heâs looking at you like heâs trying to figure something out.
You can feel his breath on your face as you flutter your lashes up to him. âFuck,â he whispers, shaking his head as he finally tears his gaze off of you and looks down.
Your voice barely comes out as a whisper, âWhat?â
Nicholas chuckles, his shoulders jerking, âYou make me feel insane.â
Your brows knit together, your heart thudding harder at the way he says it. âHow?â you ask, quieter now.
He exhales slowly, his grip on your wrist loosening just enough for you to pull away, but you donât. His hand is still warm against your skin, his thumb still brushing slow, absent circles against your hip like he forgot it was even there.
âBecause Iâm trying really hard,â he mutters, eyes dropping for a second before lifting back to yours, âto not do something I might regret.â
Your breath catches.
The air shifts.
âWhat would you regret?â you ask, even though part of you already knows.
His jaw tightens slightly. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up. âYou really wanna ask me that right now?â he says, voice lower now, rougher.
You donât say anything. His hand slides a little firmer against your hip, grounding you in place. His other hand finally lets go of your wrist, but only so it can come up, fingers brushing lightly along your jaw before settling just under your chin.
Your breath hitches.
âNicoâŠâ you whisper, but it comes out like a small whimper. This makes Nicholasâ eyes darken. He never knew such noise could get him this excited.
His thumb tilts your chin just slightly upward.
âLast chance,â he murmurs.
You stare into his eyes as you try to puzzle this, one moment you were just innocently cleaning his wounds, and the next, youâre leaning.
Both of your lips clash like oceans, with desperation and lust. The thumb that had been resting on your chin wanders over to your neck, where he wraps his entire hand around it.
Your lips move on their own, chasing the high you didnât know you desperately needed.
A moan escapes your mouth as Nicholas gives your neck a small squeeze. The action caused your mouth to open slightly, but it was enough for him to slip his tongue inside.
His other hand comes to your head, cradling it and digging his fingers in your hair with desperation.
The kiss started to get messier, with his tongue moving against your own, and you felt like you could no longer breathe. With a small push, you disconnected yourself from him, heavy breathing.
His pupils were dilated and filled with hunger, just like yours.
No words were needed to communicate what you both needed next. Nicholas hopped off the counter, completely disregarding the small kit next to him, ignoring how much his face was hurting. All he wanted was to ruin you.
He towered over you, but he suddenly crouched, picking you up and making you lock your legs around his waist.
Luckily, the door to the bathroom had been open, making it easier for him to move into your room, all while he nuzzled his head in your neck, giving you light but sloppy kisses, marking you up.
âNicoâŠâ the more you said his name, the more he wanted to ruin you.
He carefully set you down on your bed, pushing himself up to hover just above you. The gold chain he always wore was peaking out from his neckline until it slipped, dangling over your face.
âAre you sure about this?â
You had never felt more annoyed than now. With a roll of your eyes, you replied, âJust fuck me already.â You pulled him by the chain and kissed him harshly.
He let out a whimper of surprise. You could feel him smirk into the kiss.
Desperate, you put your hands on his chest and flipped him onto his back, placing your legs on either side and locking him in place. Your pussy pulsed as you sat directly on top of his bulge. You could feel the thickness and length, and god, he was huge.
You quickly worked your way out of the shirt you had on, leaving you in just your lacy white bra that covered practically nothing.
Your tits were practically spilling out of the cups. Nicoâs eyes automatically fell on them. His mouth watered at the sight. He watched as you leaned over to the bedside table and fished for something. A condom, he assumed.
He wasnât paying much attention to what you were looking for; his hands came up to your tits like magnets, latching onto them and just holding them. He didnât massage or squeeze; he just held them there like he couldnât believe it.
Countless times had he seen you in a sports bra and those tiny shorts he loved, the ones that always rode up your thighs, exposing your bottom. But heâd never seen you in this light, not this close.
When you finally found what you were looking for, a condom, you held it up. He spoke before you could. âThose wonât fit.â He said.
Your eyes widened, âWhat?â
He sat up, rubbing your skin. âBaby, the condom is too small.â
You chewed your lip as you glanced at the condom and back at him. The heat radiating between you two was hot. âFuck,â you said.
âItâs okay, weâre already here, cmon, Iâll just eat you out.â As good as the offer sounded, you needed him in you.
You tossed the condom to the side, and his gaze followed. âWhat are youââ he couldnât finish his sentence as you pressed yourself further down and rolled your hips. The motion made you both hiss.
He was already so sensitive, the precum had already gathered at the tip, without looking at it, he knew the tip was red and sensitive. âAhh, fuck, donât do that.â
You tilted your head, rolling your hips once more, âWhy? Scared?â The action made you suppress a moan; you bit your lip as you looked into his eyes.
His gaze darkened, âY/n.â He warned, squeezing the side of your hips.
âRelax, let me ask you this: have you been tested recently?â
He nods with quickness, âYes, Iâm clean, through and through.â You hummed, content at the response.
âAnd how long have you been wanting to fuck me raw?â You didnât get a proper answer as he flipped you onto your back. The action made you yell and let out a laugh. But he wasnât laughing.
He gestured for you to lift your legs, âCan I?â You rolled your eyes, even though he was about to fuck you raw for the first time, he just had to be a gentleman.
âYes,â You hadnât finished the word before he pulled your shorts, along with your laced panties, down your legs. He tossed them to the side, not caring where in the room they landed.
Nicholas was entranced. The sight before him was one for sore eyes. âHoly shit, why have you been hiding this from me?â Nicholas lowers himself until he is eye level with your glistening pussy.
You attempted to close your legs, but that just made him push your legs further, giving him a better view and access.
He leaned in, nuzzling his head just close enough where his tongue flattens against your dripping sex. His tongue gives you one clean stroke, making your stomach flutter, and you flinch. âOh fuck,â you whimper. Nico repeats the action, a clean stroke from where juices were threatening to spill, up to your swollen and sensitive clit.
He rests his hands on your inner thighs, spreading them further and wider apart for his convenience. You try not to get embarrassed by the vulgar sounds coming from the lower half of your body.
You hear the way your pussy squelches and plaps as the muscle probes your entrance, lapping your juices around. You jerk on instinct, suppressing a moan. Nico notices this and lifts his head, his eyes narrow, sharp, but itâs enough to communicate his thoughts to you.
Weakly, you nod your head in understanding, and with your free hand, you tangle your fingers into his hair, guiding his mouth back onto your pussy.
He wastes no time and goes back to devouring. You lay there, your chest heaving up and down like youâd just sprint miles, âAhh.. fuck, right there!â You grip his hair, tugging it slightly.
Nico groans from the action, which causes a vibration to travel across your pussy, edging you closer. Nico can tell youâre at the brink of cumming.
You miss the way he smirked against your sex, but itâs not long before you feel his tongue detach from your entrance and move higher up to your deprived clit.
Nicholas uses two fingers to spread your entrance wide. He smears the juices further, coating his fingers in your slick until he pushes one in.
Your back arches as you feel it hit deep into your gummy walls, âFuck!â Nico retracts his finger until just the very tip is inside before he pushes it back in, stretching you open.
Your other hand comes up to your clothed tit, sticking your hand inside your bra, pinching and twisting your sensitive nipple.
Nicholasâ attention shifts to your tits for a second, watching as you add more to your pleasure. He takes this as a chance to insert a second finger, really stretching you out. âOh! Mmm⊠fuck! Right there! Shit!â
He detaches his mouth from your swollen clit for a second, his hungry eyes looking at you. âTight little pussy, tastes so sweetâŠâ he says out of breath. His mouth makes an âOâ shape as he scissors his fingers in and out of your gushing pussy.
By now, your comforter is soaked, but so is his face and hands. He wonât complain, though, ever. âCanât believe Iâve never had a taste before. Always teasing me,â he lowers his mouth, kissing your inner thighs, leaving wet, sloppy, open-mouth kiss trails.
âWearing those tight, pajama shorts that covered nothing, prancing around the kitchen like a dirty whore,â Nicholas scoffs, speeding up his movements. You felt the way his fingers hit the spot that made your eyes roll back and your back arch.
You feel that knot in your stomach, the same one youâd feel when youâd finger yourself or fuck yourself with a toy. âMmm, âm so close,â you say, back arching.
âYeah?â He asks, his movements begin to speed up; heâs determined to make you finish.
You moan, âFuck, oh shit⊠ngh, keep going. Fuck, fuck, fuck.â You knead your tit with your entire hand now, while the other remains in Nicholasâ hair. You pull at his hair slightly as the familiar coil starts to near.
Nicholas watches carefully as you throw your head back, your mouth opens wide as you gasp for air, âOhâOh myâŠgod! Fuckâ right there, please, please, let me come.â But itâs then that a flip switches in his head.
Youâre unaware of the sudden shift. Only when his fingers leave your aching hole do you wince and whine. âWhaââ your eyes shot wide open in disbelief and disappointment. You see the sneaky smirk on Nicoâs face as he sits up. He maintains eye contact as he brings the two fingers that were inside of you, and puts them in his mouth.
He hums, purrs, at how sweet you tasted. He slurps the juices on his fingers like a lollipop. âMmm, so sweet.â He taunts.
You sit up, and at the same time, you feel how sticky your inner thighs and pussy were. âWhat the hell, I was close. Too close.â
Nicholas laughs, but thereâs something serious about it. âChanged my mind. Did you think I was going to let you cum just like that? I donât think sluts like you deserve to cum, do you think bouncing around, with those thin, see-through tank tops wasnât gonna catch my attention?â His eyes fall on your exposed tits.
âSo perfectâŠâ he says to no one in particular. Nicholas leans in just enough to catch your lips in a deep, quick kiss. You kiss him back with desire, arching yourself to him, your front pressing up against his own. You moaned as you felt your covered, hard nipples brush his shirt.
âTake it off,â you quickly unclasp your bra. You watch as he pulls his gray tee over his head, exposing his hard, toned abs.
He sees you swallow thick at the sight. âIâm all yours,â he says, beginning to lower his sweatpants, but your hand shoots out before he continues.
Puzzled, he furrows his eyebrows, but instead of giving him a verbal response, you flip him. Now the two of you are back to how it was in the beginning. The way you sit on him makes your clit rub on his sweats, on his thick and prominent hard-on.
Nicholas puts his hands on your hips, then they trail back to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before he slaps your ass cheek. He bites his lip as he watches you. Your fingers are trailing his lower abdomen like youâre under a spell. He observes the way you bite your lip as your index finger traces his abs down his happy trail.
A finger slips into his boxer waistband. Teasingly, you play with the fabric as you lock eyes with him. He groans, both impatient and under tension. âPleaseâŠâ Your ears perk up at the desperation in his voice.
âFuckâŠY/N. Stop teasi-â You cut him off by pulling his pants and boxers down in one go. You watch as it springs out, heavy and thick. Your mouth waters at the sight; it slaps against his hard abdomen.
Itâs everything one can ask for: the tip, red and swollen, beads of pre-cum falling off, landing on his abdomen. You grasp the base of his cock, watching as his breath hitches at the touch. You lift yourself from his thighs and scoot closer, hovering over his cock.
âPleaseâplease, baby,â his hand tightens at your hip, clawing your sides. Youâre sure that was going to bruise later.
You grab his shoulder with one hand as the other guides his cock to your entrance. You feel the way both his pre-cum and yours mix.
Slowly, you begin to sink. A small whimper escapes your lips as you feel the tip of his cock begin to split you open, intruding your insides, âAahââ. The feeling makes you roll your head back, tightening your grip on his shoulder, fingernails digging into his skin.
Nicholas whimpers, hissing at how good you feel. âSâŠSo t-tight. Fuck,â
Both of you moan in sync as you fully bottom out. The tip of his cock kissing the top of your cervix, you could feel the way he twitched inside of you, every vein felt so intrusive and yet so good.
You leaned forward, grasping Nicholasâ face with both of your hands as you placed a rough kiss on his mouth. He didnât hold back either, placing his hands lower, firmly gripping your bare ass, spreading your cheeks open, and fondling them as he gripped them.
The action made you roll your hip slightly. Nicholas moaned into your mouth, hot and loud. Rocking back and forth, you began to bounce up and down slightly.
Nicholas felt like he was going to cum at any second, the way you clenched around him when you sank on his cock, hissing in pleasure and pain. As you began to bounce up and down, Nicholas couldnât help but detach his lips from you and attach them to your nipple.
âA-ahh..â
The tip was starting to hit that spot that you knew was gonna make you cum any second, âso b-big, fuck me⊠fuck⊠please.â You begged. Nicholas could feel the way your body was starting to slow down, and your bouncing got sloppier to the point where you were just grinding on him.
Taking initiative, he flipped you over on your back whilst remaining inside of you. He pushed your legs up, your heels above your head. But the new angle made you feel everything.
Your glistening pussy was fully exposed to him now. Nicholas looked down to where both of you were connected, and he couldnât help but pump his cock in once and then twice, watching it slide in and out as it made squelching sounds. A white ring of cum formed at the base of his cock, his eyes traveled back to your face, watching you make fucked out expressions.
He began to pump in and out of your pussy, moaning at the way your tits were bouncing in sync. His hips rolled in desperation. Your gummy walls clenched around him; the stretch in the new position felt brutal.
Nicholas grabbed your hips, snapping them towards his own as he began to rut into you at an unforgivable speed.
âFuck, fuck, shit baby, feel so good.â He rolls his hips again, letting your legs fall limp, but you quickly lock them around his waist, pulling him closer.
Nicholas buries his face into your neck, sucking on a spot. Marking you as his.
You claw at his back, nails sinking deep into his skin, leaving your own marks on his pale skin. âFuck, baby, âm so close. Harder⊠p-please.â Youâre panting hard at this point, sweat forms at the crown of your forehead, and your hair sticks to your face.
âOh? You want me to f-fuck you h-harder?â He pants, stumbling over his words as he goes deeperâif that was even possible.
Speechless, you could only nod. Nicholas smirks, his gaze meeting yours, âbeg for it.â
âPlease, fuck me harder. Make me cum. Please, I n-need you.. so fucking badâŠâ You babbled. You were so cock drunk, Nicholas chuckled at you.
He pulled out from you, a thin, long string of slick, dragged out as he disconnected himself from you. The milky white string broke apart.
âSince my pretty girl asked for it,â you felt yourself be moved, your face pressed against the softness of your pillow as Nicholas pushed down the middle of your back, arching yourself for him.
Your ass is up as you feel your head being gently pushed further into your pillow. Without a word, you felt his thick cock slide up and down your pussy, collecting your slick before he gave one push, bottoming out fully.
Your hands flew up to clench the sheets, fisting them as you jerked forward, biting your lip in satisfaction.
âFuck,â Nicholas dragged out, his hand coming to the curve on your back, pressing you down, angling you wider. âPussy so tightâŠall for me.â A deep groan left his mouth as he began to move his hips. With each stroke, you felt like he was splitting you open.
âTight little shit.â His speed began to increase, and the pleasure increased too. âLook at you,â he rasped, his eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside of you, coated with slick. âSuch a g-good little s-slut. Shouldâve b-begged me to fuck this p-pussy soonerâŠâ His words were enough to make you clench your pussy tighter around him, moaning louder as your hips were trying to meet his own.
âCâmon, come on my cock,â His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer as he reached down to where both of you are connected, his pointer finger rubbing tight circles on your clit while he pounded into you. âCome for me, wanna feel you squeezing âround me.â
You make tiny little noises that make him increase his pace. Nicholas uses his free hand to reach forward, wrapping as much hair as he can around his wrist, pulling your hair back. âOh fuuuck,â
âAahâplease, Nico⊠baby, I c-canât. T-too much⊠âm too close.â
âHngh, me t-too, perfect little cunt. S-swallowing me whole, so perfect, baby.â Youâre on all fours now, your hands on the mattress as you try to balance yourself. Your hair is being pulled back, and you couldnât help but grind and chase Nicholasâ hips.
His abs are flexing with every desperate rut, with every hectic thrust. âFuuck, where d-do you want meâŠ?â
You gasped as you suddenly started to feel overstimulated with pleasure. His cock kept rubbing the squishy spot inside, making you gasp for air. âIâInside, fuck, cum inside p-please.â Nicholasâ eyes widened at the request. He didnât think youâd say that, but heâd be lying to himself if he didnât like the idea.
âS-shit, so warm, âm gonna fill you up,â Nicholas groans. âNâneed to s-see you cum.â In a swift motion, he lets go of your hair and rotates you so your back is on the mattress. His arms cage you in as he lies on top of you, drilling into you. Nicholas lifts his body, leaving a tiny gap between the two of you, before his hand goes down to your abdomen, where he presses down. He feels the bulge where his cock is buried inside of you, unable to resist the moan that escapes his mouth as he feels his own hand pushing down. You moan too; itâs too much for you.
You're blinded with pleasure, and tears are swelling in your eyes. âC-canât hold iâit.â You feel Nicholasâ faint breath ghosting over your mouth.
You wrap your legs around him, locking him in place as you feel a wave of pleasure crash over you. Your body shakes as the knot in your stomach finally bursts. Nicholas gives you sloppy thrusts, hissing at the way your cunt flutters around him, squeezing him tight.
He leans down to kiss you as he feels his own orgasm approaching. Nicholas keeps thrusting into you even when your high is coming down. You moan against his lips, gasping as his thrusts hit deeper into your sensitive pussy.
By now, your juices are spilling out, coating his thick cock like paint, oozing out of you. âNicoâCanât. No more.â He doesnât stop.
âGive it to me, câmon. Come for me aâagain.â
It crashes into you. The feeling like you're a water balloon waiting to explode. Youâre already soaking him shamelessly, lolling your tongue out only to have him suck it. He sucks your tongue, kissing you vigorously.
You disconnect from the kiss, a string of saliva drags out. âFuckfuckfuckâNico, w-wait! I c-canât.â He doesnât stop, not even as you plead to him with tears rolling down your cheeks. He knows heâs too big; he knows heâs overstimulating you. You attempt to push off of you, but he doesnât budge.
You feel that bubble burst. A thick load of liquid gushes out of your weeping hole; spraying him and your sheets, your eyes widen. âHoly shiâ d-did I just p-pee?â Youâve never experienced anything like that, not with your fingers, a toy, not with anybody else.
Nicholas smirks as he feels you squirting all over him, coating his thighs, abdomen, and his cock with your juices.
His cock is bruising your cervix now; itâs ruthless and unforgiving. âNngh, f-fuck! Comingcomingcominââ He stills his thrusts, bottoming out completely. Nicholas empties his load into you. A broken sob left your throat as you feel his thick cum paint your walls.
It's warm, so warm. âS-shit. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.â Nicholas pleads to nobody in particular, âfuuuckk, still cummingâthereâs so much, s-shit.â
Your body relaxes, and so does Nicoâs. Heâs still, securing his cum into you. You make a small âoofâ as Nicholas dumps his whole weight on top of you, spent from fucking into you.
The two of you stay still, with his limp cock still buried in you.
Your chest heaves up and down as you try to catch your breath. Nicholas lifts his head off your shoulder, wiping the tears that left your eyes. He leans in to give you a small kiss on your forehead, then your cheek. âItâs okay, youâre good.â
You couldnât help but laugh at his poor attempt to calm you down. âWhy are you laughing?â He asks, dumbfounded at your reaction.
You shake your head, âNever thought Iâd end up fucking my roommate, much less squirting on him.â
Nicholas peppers your shoulder with light kisses, smiling against your skin. âYou have no idea how long Iâve been wanting this. You wanna know a secret?â You glance down at him, shaking your head.
Nicholas smirks as he leans up to whisper in your ear. âJerked off to the thought of you multiple times, including just a few minutes ago.â He pulls back and watches as you look at him speechless.
âW-what?â
Your mouth hangs open, but you pause as you feel his limp cock start to get hard inside of you once more, twitching and pulsing. âHoly shit, are you serious?â Your walls flutter around him.
âSo serious, fuck, Iâm hard again.â He cages you in as he lifts his body off, just enough to get a proper look at you.
âI like you, for so long. F-fuck, let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow? Hm?â
You hiss at the sensitivity, âYes, and by the way, I like you too.â
Nicholasâ eyes widen slightly for a moment, then it turns into something dark. His pupils dilate, and he rolls his hips just once, letting you feel his hard length again.
âF-fuck, say youâre mine, never letting you go now. Sweet girl with a sweet pussy.â
You bat your eyelashes up at him, a half moan, a half smiling tugging at your lips. âYours, âm yours.â
Nicholas smirks as he begins to roll his hips with you moaning underneath him. He nuzzles his head into your neck, sucking and biting your neck. âMy sweet girl.â
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