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Just loser ki making love with his pretty hot gf!
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Content+Warnings: smut, pwop,soft dom , he rambles about anime & physics when heâs nervous or turned on, pure filth,kinda cute ki.
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The scene no one at uni gets.
how did the quiet, lanky, glasses-wearing game-dev major with the messy black hair and perpetual hoodie pull you? he still doesnât believe it half the time. but when the door closes, the shy boy disappears and the one who knows exactly how to ruin you takes over. he just canât stop talking through it.
You never planned on falling this hard for someone like Ni-ki.
He was the guy who sat three rows behind you in Advanced Calculus, always doodling mech designs in the margins of his notes, earphones in, hood up even indoors. The kind of boy people called âcute in a pathetic wayâ when they thought he couldnât hear. You were the one everyone noticed â confident, sharp tongue, the kind of pretty that made people stare a second too long.
Yet here you were, three months into whatever this was, heart doing stupid flips every time he pushed his glasses up and gave you that small, crooked smile like he still couldnât believe you were real.
Tonight started innocently enough.
Youâd dragged him back to your dorm after he spent the entire study session quietly losing his mind because you kept brushing your leg against his under the library table (accidentallyÂż)but he wasn't having any of that. The second the door clicked shut he was on you â not rough, never rough with you â but desperate. Hands trembling as they slid under your shirt, mouth clumsy and hot against your neck fondling and squeezing the squishy fat of ur breasts through the thin materialof your top.
âFuck⊠I thought about this all day,â he mumbled, voice already hoarse trailing hot kisses from neck to ur shoulders.âYou in that skirt⊠sitting there like you werenât trying to kill me.â
You laughed softly, tugging his hoodie off. âYouâre such a loser, Riki.â
âYeah,â he breathed, pushing you gently onto the bed, âbut Iâm your loser.â
Clothes came off in a messy trail. His long fingers â the same ones that could code for eight hours straight without breaking â traced every inch of you like he was memorizing a new map. When he finally pushed inside you, slow and deep, both of you let out shaky sounds that didnât even sound human.
He bottomed out and stilled, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.
âGod⊠you feelâ you always feel so fucking perfect,â he whispered. His voice cracked a little. âLike⊠like you were made exactly for me. I donât deserve this. I donât ââ
âRiki,â you cut him off gently, cupping his face. His glasses were slightly fogged. âShut up and move.â
He let out a broken laugh, moving painfully slow.The first few thrusts were careful, almost reverent. Then something shifted. His hips snapped harder, the shy nerd melting away as he found that spot that made your back arch clean off the bed.
âYouâre so tight⊠every time, fuckâ he groaned, voice dropping lower. âItâs like youâre trying to keep me inside forever. Physics doesnât even explain thisâ how you can feel this good. I swear I could stay here for hours.â
You moaned his name, nails digging into his shoulders. He was big â unfairly so for someone who looked like heâd never seen a gym â and he knew exactly how to use every inch once he stopped overthinking.
He hooked one of your legs higher, angling deeper, and suddenly the rambling started for real.
âRemember that scene in Neon Genesis whereâ fuckâ where Shinji finally stops running? Thatâs how I feel when Iâm inside you. Like everything else disappears and itâs just⊠this. Just us.â His thrusts grew messier, more urgent. âI love you. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. Like what if you wake up one day and realize you could do so much better than some dork who builds Gundam models at 3 a.m.?â
Tears pricked your eyes â not from the overwhelming pleasure (though that was definitely part of it), but from the raw honesty in his voice. He always got like this when he was close: vulnerable and filthy at the same time.
âRiki⊠baby, stop saying nonsense and look at me.â
He did, dark eyes glassy behind his crooked glasses, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.
âI chose you,â you gasped between moans. âI want you. The nerd who explains orbital mechanics during foreplay. The one who blushes when I call him pretty boy . All of you.â
That seemed to snap something in him.
His pace turned punishing in the best way, one hand sliding between your bodies to rub tight circles over your clit while he drove into you. The wet sounds filled the small room, mixed with his low, broken whimpers and your desperate cries.
âYouâre gonna cum for me, right?â he panted, voice wrecked. âPleaseâ I need to feel it. Need to feel you squeezing me while Iâm still inside you. I want to fill you up so deep youâll still feel me tomorrow when youâre sitting in lecture pretending youâre not thinking about this.â
You came hard, vision whiting out, thighs shaking around his waist. He followed right after with a choked moan of your name, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside you, hot and endless.
But he didnât pull out.
Instead he collapsed carefully on top of you, still buried to the hilt, arms wrapping around your waist like you might disappear if he let go. His face pressed into the crook of your neck, breathing ragged.
You could feel him twitching inside you, oversensitive and spent, yet he stayed there, cockwarming you through the aftershocks.
âStay like this⊠just a little longer,â he whispered, voice small again. âI like feeling close. Like Iâm still part of you.â
You ran your fingers through his damp hair, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
âIâm not going anywhere, baby.â
He let out a quiet, shy laugh against your skin, then mumbled, âYou know⊠if we calculate the average time it takes for my heart rate to return to normal after you wreck me like that, itâs statistically impossible because it never really does. Not when itâs you.â
You smiled, heart so full it almost hurt.
âShut up, Riki.â
âMake me.â
So you kissed him again â slow, deep, full of everything neither of you could quite say out loud yet.
And in the quiet glow of your desk lamp, with his long body draped over yours and his heartbeat steady against your chest, the rest of the world and all its confusion about how you two fit together faded away.
He was yours.
Loser glasses, rambling mouth, and all.
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