#ness x reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ boyfailure incel! alexis ness can't help but simply obsess over the current conquest of his best friend arch-nemesis michael kaiser | yandere themes, nsfw, ddne

perhaps it was wrong to really have developed such strong feelings for someone as pathetic as you. or at least, that's what boyfailure incel! ness tells himself. for someone as bland as you to be the apple of michael kaiser's eye (well, as of right now. michael kaiser is just a slut trying to get in anyone's pants)...

jesus christ, just who the fuck were you? who did you think you were?!

it wasn’t a point of pride that boyfailure incel! ness was a virgin—well, not by his own choice... unfortunately, he isn't blessed with the pretentious, overzealous charm of his "best friend". he can’t help but get aggravated at the sheer listening of kaiser going on and on about his own sexual escapades.

hell, he understands though—because it was kaiser; he was someone who was probably the pinnacle of what ness wanted to be: attractive, tall, fit as hell, and charismatic (well, to an extent. even ness can admit that he's an asshole). well, that's what the ladies like, right?

all the while, alexis was fit to an extent (lanky, more like), tall in his own right (yeah… like 5’11), and the embodiment of awkward. he can’t talk to anyone of the opposite sex apart from his mother and his stupid sister who enjoys to pick on him anytime she gets.

boyfailure incel! ness is very much, unfortunately, aware. he's a damn loser.

but then he came of the acquaintance of you. you were a pretty little thing—annoyingly so. you wore the tightest clothing known to man, with your usual skirts barely covering your ass and exposing whatever choice of lace panty color you decided on that day (his personal favorite was when you wore this nice lacy plum one... maybe). you smelled pretty too—all floral and gourmand, as if you were some fancy pastry.

above all though, you were disgustingly kind… and he hated it. you’d let him borrow your pens if he said he needed a writing stencil, and out of spite, he’d either reject them or use them up to the best of his ability to practically make them unusable; you’re too nice for your own good and keep offering though.

boyfailure incel! ness couldn’t stop but have such a terrible feeling in his stomach every time you just interacted with the “two of them” when it was really just kaiser. he’s seen it all before—how several girls attempt to woo him with batting their eyelashes, pressing their breasts together. but you? why the fuck was he feeling so pissed off when you’d do it. you’re nothing but one of those sluts that try to get into kaiser’s pants.

right?

so of course, ness did everything in his power to make sure you would get away from kaiser. he’d try to sit between you two, he would try to talk over you, et cetera. shit, he knows for a fact that shitty kaiser wouldn’t defend you, because it’s not like he’s the world’s strongest feminist either.

shit, you were popular though—all in your own right. you were a scholarship student, lived in a nice apartment by campus with your also very conventionally attractive friends. not to mention, you were board of a sorority. you were the embodiment of everything alexis ness hated in someone. pretty, popular, and so fucking nice.

that’s something too—why the fuck haven’t you cussed him out yet?

alexis feels as if you’re like kaiser—except, different (not for the obvious reasons rather something else he can’t pinpoint). his hatred and disdain for you mirrored something he didn’t even want to think of associating with the likes of you.

but at the same time, he really couldn’t stomach the fact and the inevitable: you paying your attention to someone else.

so… boyfailure incel! ness did what boyfailure incel! ness knows what to do. he would simply monitor you. because how else is he supposed to ensure your safety online— or at least make sure some sick fuck isn’t commenting on your posts like he is. he’s lucky he took quite the amount of computer science classes in high school, and that his siblings’ tangents on their own tech knowledge ends up helping now.

he really disliked it when you’d simply post nonchalantly—as if your photos weren’t causing for ness to simply feel his morals eradicate.

but of course, he can’t resist but simply jacking off to your photos every time you post. he couldn’t help but thrust into his lotion-lathered hands, imagining its your soaking wet pussy enveloping him.

he could already imagine it: you riding him (preferably) cursing him out while his cock split you open, your lips spewing out the most egregious lines while your hips rolled against his…

it was a pervert (him)’s wet dream. which is why he kept doing what he was doing.

what else could he do but leave hateful comments on several accounts, calling you vile things, saying that you were “ugly”, “a slut”. but of course, he didn’t mean it. he just wants you to not have as much attention as you had. any new account he made, you blocked (with the exception of his main account).

and then, he’d hear you rant about how those accounts just had to be him.

he was checking out a book one day where he heard toya be could see you rant to your friend about your dilemma on social media… he could see how you were embracing yourself like you needed a hug, simultaneously pushing your tits together… fuck.

“he just looks at me like he fucking hates me…” “who? alexis?”

“yes,” you’d say, with your voice trembling so much that alexis felt his cock harden in his slacks. “like… i feel like he hates me and i’ve done nothing wrong!”

right... he does stare at you like he hates you. he stares at you like he wants to eat you alive and just piston in your pussy so fast you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a damn week…

he could imagine it—how you’d dig your nails in his back while he fucked you. maybe in front of a mirror, or perhaps you’re into cowgirl… perhaps lotus if you really wanted to be intimate like that… however, alexis doubts it.

you hate him, don’t you… right?

because a small part of alexis knows that you probably hate him. that you despise him.

not knowing that you get off on this. that you purposefully press your tits together every time you speak with him just to get him going; that you purposefully wear certain perfumes that you know he’d “like” based on his reactions to kaiser’s shallow compliments just to get In your pants.

you know it’s alexis—it has to be. no one else would be so creative with their insults like him. you know its him leaving those comments and of course you noticed him in the corner of your eye, raising you voice so he’d hear just how much you hate him. you knew that he also got off on this.

so why not confront him—let him have his fun and then switch it.

“such a damn slut… fuck.”

oh how fun was it, to have alexis ness of all people tied up to one of the pillars of your canopy bed while you teased his cock.

all it took was asking ness in front of kaiser to help tutor you and of course alexis would say yes. how could he ever embarrass himself infront of kaiser.

you’d been waiting for that—waiting to egg him on and get his attention after ass-kissing to kaiser just to see how alexis would react. and every time he’d look at you with such malice, you could feel your panties dampen ag the thought of him doing such things to you.

on the other hand, ness didn’t know what he was expecting, but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting to see how much of a depraved person you were.

“nghh—ahh… l-lemme cum… please—!”

you were sucking his cock, your tongue playing with his strawberry tip while the tip was teasing his leaking shaft.

alexis was a damn mess at this point, his magenta hair sticking to his forehead and his glasses all foggy. “c-c’mon… please…”

your lips suctioned on his tip, while your hands worked on stroking the rest slowly, all while making eye contact with alexis’ glassy eyes and reveling in his absolutely pathetic expression; his lip was quivering, he was sniffling, and his voice—god, it was so high-pitched begging you to cum for the nth time in the last twenty minutes.

you crawled to him, bucking your hips against his and rubbing your puffy, dripping pussy against his sensitive cock, all throbbing and leaky.

“hmmmm… not yet,” you whispered. quiet little moans escaped your lips, the friction of your clit against the veiny ridges of his cock stimulating you.

then you began to stroke him between your legs, feeling how he pulsed in your hands while he was sobbing—practically aching for release.

“p-please—! f-fuck… s’good…”

he felt absolutely intoxicated on you, the girl he’s supposed to despise. yet here you were, torturing his cock and being at your disposal.

but what else does boyfailure incel! ness know? maybe this really was true romance.

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hm im not rlly a huge fan of this (it sounds like they’re doing twister in the latter part smh) but i hope i didn't butcher it completely. apologies it took so long, but i've been lowk going back and forth with different drafts, as well as working on a longer piece that is taking quite a bit of time (which unfortunately isn't bllk related, however i would love to write a longer, more concise, bllk one shot that isn't just a horny drabble sigh) okay anyways yayaya.

thank you so much and please take your time! (❀´ ˘ `❀)

hello sweetlikevanilla! You remind me of pearls and swans ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹⊹₊˚

I'd match you up with Alexis Ness!

He'd love how easygoing you are and how excited you are about everything. Alexis would find your ease of holding conversation with others almost magic, given how excluded he was as a kid

Ness would feel so seen with you, you remember everything he said or did and his likes and dislikes.You two would be supportive to each other, but when you sass him he'd be so surprised, I don't think he would take it to heart tho.

I think if Ness had seen you in an academic setting at first, he'd be soo intimidated

I think you two would end up arguing about Ness's unhealthy attachment to Kaiser *at least* once, he'd feel guilty and probably apologize first

You would despise Kaiser, you wouldn't bow to him and he'd be so angry... You two would butt heads every time

Ness would love to listen about your interests, and I think he'd remember it all too. He'd find you and your style absolutely beautiful.

I don't think you'd have to worry about your attachment issues with Ness, he's so patient and woul never push you into doing anything you're not comfortable with

He'd buy you stuff that reminded him of you, trinkets, clothes, plushies, flowers, stickers etc.

I think Ness would take you to a library/bookstore or a cozy coffee for dates

You two would have some arguments but overall sweet together

Alexis. Ness — ᨳଓ : ness keeps you for himself.

Contains: Yandere behavior, kidnapping, captivity, psychological manipulation, unhealthy relationships, implied Stockholm syndrome. MDNI!!

[if you don’t fw it then scroll!]

It’s been a long time since ness took you, but recently he noticed that you were starting to behave differently.

You would start your own conversations, reply to him, and do it all with a warm smile on your face.

He also noticed that, at times, you would follow him around like a lost dog, peeping over his shoulder when he was doing something, as if you could barely function without his presence.

He questioned it severely because, before, you would look at him with a blank stare, even ignore him or act cold toward him. Was it because of him? Had his obsession finally rubbed off on you? Were you manipulating him? Did he break you? Ness went through a spiral. He was unsure how to feel.

Although he had endless questions, he loved seeing you act as if you needed him. He loved seeing your warm smile every time you were around him. He loved how you didn't complain anymore when he put handcuffs on you.

It didn't even matter to him if you were broken or if it was because of Stockholm syndrome—he just wanted you.

He knew it was wrong. Sure, he's selfish, but it made him feel so loved.

One evening, you and he were watching a movie together. You sat close to him. Anyone would look and think you two were genuinely dating, but the bolts and locks on the doors and windows would tell an entirely different story.

The TV was playing softly, but Ness blocked it out. What he was really focused on was you. He secretly kept his eyes on you, faintly glancing at you every now and then.

He then noticed your eyes closing one by one. You seemed drowsy and were soon going to fall asleep.

He seemed to notice, glancing at you. He was going to ask if you wanted to sleep when, suddenly, you carefully laid your head down on his lap.

"O-oh!" he stammered.

His entire body froze.

You had never done this before. It's like you were a whole different person.

"Tired," you murmured.

"I see..." he said, Staring down at you as a faint flush appeared on his cheeks.

His hand hesitated before reaching up to your hair and gently combing through it.

He stared at you with a warm, wide smile. He didn't mind this at all. He loves you the same as when you were cold to him, the same as when he brought you here, and the same as now.

So this changes nothing at all.

Whether your smile was genuine or forced, it didn't matter.

After all, you were here.

With him.

By his side.

And that's the only thing that mattered.

A//n : lowk hope this is fine uhhh I love ness yhhh Kay bye ubhhhh

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u give ness head after hes been such a good boy content | smut, gn!reader, bf!ness, oral, spitting, praise kink, might be ooc idk

the locker rooms were completely empty after the post-match buzz subsided.

ness had his thighs spread apart, you kneeling in between. his entire body was flushed and damp with sweat.

his head threw back as he felt the warm ridges of your mouth bobbing along his cock. his jaw hung slightly open, making him drink in the sweat-and-sex infused air.

“yes,” he groaned reverently. his hand kept shakily brushing through your hair, in hopes he’d be able to ground himself.

your tongue swirled along the flesh of him before you pulled away, your spit threaded along his blushing tip. you kept your face close, your breath billowing against his sensitive dick. your weighted eyes looked up at him.

“w—why’d you stop?” he whimpered with a pout. he looked down at you, his chest rising and falling fast.

“tell me,” you whisper dangerously. “why do you deserve this?” your fingers traced along the veins of his cock, that had become strikingly visible ‘cause of the heat of your mouth.

he shuddered slightly, sweat dripping from his forehead. “b—because. . .” his voice was weak. desperate and pathetic with anticipation. “. . .i played so good out there.”

you hummed in satisfaction. letting your tongue fall from your mouth, you licked a tantalizing stripe up the base of him.

“hahhhh. . .” he moaned, loud and pitchy, his head falling back again.

you took him back into your mouth, your lips sealing his pulsing cock along your tongue. his tip pulsed with pre-cum as he begun sniffling with arousal.

“‘m a good boy,” he slurred, his adams apple bobbing. he fluttered his eye lids shut. “two assists . . . sixty metre long pass . . .”

your sucks became more fervent, which made him buck more into your mouth. with the suddenness of his jolt, you were sure he bruised the back of your throat. his hand that relaxed in your hair began trembling intensely.

“mmm ohmygod,” he strained breathlessly. his hand fell to his side, gripping the bench to hold his body upright. “my god . . .” he moaned again, more shrill and chasing.

you lowered your head down, making your throat take even more of him. he gasped, his boiling stomach finally unraveling.

his cum spilled all over inside your mouth, sheening your tongue. you slowed your pace, slowly pulling yourself away from him. you looked up at him with darkened eyes.

spit!

you spat his cum out all over his already sopping dick. he heaved, his cheeks burning a deep red.

your hand lazily grabbed him, stroking him softly. his breath hitched, his eyes looking down at you in awe.

“i . . . i’m still a good boy, right?” he whimpered. god. so fucking desperate.

his heart fluttered when he saw you give him an agreeing smile. the softness of your lips and the threatening expression in your eyes was a combination that made ness sweat with even more lust.

he’s so happy to be your good boy.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

✦ just thinking about loser!ness, who got paired up with popular girl!reader for the rest of the semester in their shared elective

loser!ness really was the epitome of... well, a loser. he had little to no friends except his douchebag of a best friend, kaiser, who already had his other circle of asshole frat guys and was quite popular for his looks and charm (living up to the stereotype of the "manipulative psychology major talking stage"). ness never really spoke to kaiser's other friends since he knew they thought he was childish and kaiser's lapdog. ness never even got invited to the parties they'd go to and they’d would talk shit behind his back (and in front of him…no shame).

and loser!ness? he fucking hated that, but of course wouldn't say anything in fear of his only "close friend" dropping him for those other assholes. that's where you came in.

he majored in literature (much to his parents' dismay as they wanted him to major in civil engineering or chemistry like his siblings)─that was his strong suit, after all, and he particularly loved his classes (even if he was pushed to the back of the classroom). and on the first day of the semester, for one of his lit-aligned classes, when he was pushed in the back again, he was utterly shocked to see popular girl!reader, of all people, take a seat next to him.

if kaiser was "popular", you were that tenfold. you were a complete mirror opposite to ness, and he didn't envy you like he did with kaiser...he was scared of you. fuck, you were gorgeous too; shiny hair, pretty jewelry accompanying your snugly-fitting top. you even smelled perfect. he didn't notice himself staring at you for so long until you turned, pushing your hair back and shooting him a smile.

"hi! alexis, right? looks like we'll be partners this semester. hope we can be friends!"

"hope we can be friends..." friends? you? wanted to be friends with ness? jesus, did he hit his head and enter an alternate magical universe where he wasn't a loser or something? but as he assumed and guessed correctly, you were different. sure, you were popular and surrounded by people all the time outside of class, but during your shared class, you listened to him like he wasn't a nerd who constantly yapped about his interests. you didn't judge him like kaiser did, despite both of you being insanely popular, and he just couldn't understand why.

"alexis, i really do enjoy speaking to you. you're really nice and cute and...yeah," you said, covering your face with your hand as some hair strands fell on your cheek. you almost appeared flustered. "those presumptuous assholes like kaiser and them don't listen to them.”

“yeah but…they view me as childish…”

you snorted, your gaze still on the text you were “reading”. “whatever, they’re just jealous that they don’t know the incantations you know by heart. that takes real skill and intelligence y'know—what those assholes clearly don’t have.”

ness blushed, looking away in case you were to tease him.

"got anything to do this friday?" loser!ness shook his head 'no', scared on what you were going to say. were you going to ask him out? or involve kaiser?

he didn't know, but he sure as hell didn't expect to be at a frat party of all things, sitting on the couch with you on his lap as you hit your friend's vape. your manicured hand grabbed his chin gently and pushed the vape between his lips; ness could taste the gourmand essence of your lip gloss and inhaled the fruity smoke before getting that sweet aftertaste on his tongue.

you smiled, giggling and tracing his jawline with your index finger. “lex, you surprise me. thought that with your friendship with that douchebag, that you would’ve been to a party like this before.”

“no…this is my first one!”

he felt his ears go red; did he sound like a loser? shit, he sounds so childish—

you smiled. “then i’m glad i’m your first.”

he felt as if he was going to hyperventilate. such a pretty girl like you…on his lap and grinding on him with every turn of your head to greet people and talk to him…he could feel himself gulping further with the more your jean skirt rode up your cute thighs, and you playing with his hair and little star studs on his ears. loser!ness is shocked he hasn’t burst like the exploding bonbons from harry potter.

“baby…do you have a problem?” you mused, your breath tickling his cheek and nimble fingers touching his flushed cheeks—all red from embarrassment from the fact that you noticed…

he has a boner.

“n-no..! what are you talking abo—fuuuuck…” ness groaned at you, swinging your legs around and straddling him, grinding against the tent in his pants as a result.

“sweet boy, lemme fix it for you, please?” you pouted and traced his tense jawline again but with your soft lips as one of your hands was running your fingers against his soft hair. “don’t make me beg, ness baby. i will if i have to.”

“g-go right ahead!” loser!ness felt himself want to face-palm; he sounded too eager, like he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life (kinda was…) and looked away from you.

“and if i told you i’ve been tryna do this the whole semester..?” you whispered, nimble fingers brushing on his erection while your other hand gently grabbed his face.

loser!ness didn’t watch much pornography, but shit, you looked so lewd right now that this feels like he’s living in those types of videos. he sat at the edge of the bed in a random room, looking down at you and your doe eyes (which were staring at his cock like it was a meal).

your mouth practically salivated at the sight of ness’ cock; it was pretty—his tip was a nice mauve and it was long and a little girthy, but an evident challenge to deepthroat.

he let out a jagged breath; your lips brushed his tip before you put it in your mouth and swirled your tongue on it, cheeks hollowed and tastebuds savoring his taste. you slowly began to sink your mouth onto his cock centimeter by centimeter.

you let out a choked groan and hiccuped— loser!ness was too fucking big.

“shhh,” he cooed. ness’ thumb wiped the dried tears on your cheeks.

your eyes were dewy with tears while residue of precum was dripping down your chin and onto your pretty breasts as you took the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth and jerked it with your cute manicured hands.

alexis could die a happy man. it’s like you have him under some wicked enchantment with the way your mouth worked on his cock. his fingers grabbed at the bed’s comforter the more your cheeks hollowed further as you sucked him.

he could tell you were struggling (how cute!) and how your mascara was running down your cheeks. but he felt a little restless so he grabbed your hair and pulled you further onto his cock, making you choke on him and resulting in the feeling of his tip prodding at the back of your throat. he could feel himself twitch in your mouth. your nails clawed at his thighs, all pale and plush and pretty, and now being decorated with red crescent marks.

“fuck, baby. wanna cum s’bad. please…” he breathed out. he could fucking cry at how you took him out of your mouth and jerked him off. fuck, he could feel himself get harder with the sound of you gasping for air and whining at the sight of his cock, the slick sounds of his pre and your saliva lubricating him as your hand jerked him.

shit, he’s the one that whined at the sight of strings of his cum painting your pretty tits milky white—fuck, you look even more pretty this way if even possible.

loser!ness knows you’re pleasantly surprised the moment he carried you on his shoulder, lightly threw you on the mattress, and laid your body down. he swiftly lowered your skirt and gently spread your legs for him. he licked the soft skin of your inner thigh, letting you feel the cold metal of his tongue piercing to really give you a small glimpse of just how magical his tongue can be.

“lemme show you some real magic, baby. yeah?” god... alexis could die; well, perhaps that was coming on too strong. but the way you looked—your lips were parted, all pretty and your eyes were locked on him like you could eat him (right when he was about to do that to you)...

he really wished it couldn't end after he pleasured you... then when he walked you to your dorm and when you kissed him on the cheek saying "see you next class". he wished it wouldn't end...

but that was only the start... because of course it was.

alexis was always confused and at the same time, amused, whenever kaiser would bring up any girl he'd be messing with--labelling them as "situationships"; relationships that aren't so serious rather casual.

something with no strings attached. right?

however... alexis is... alexis. he's full-heartedly convinced that he is in a magical alternate universe…why else would someone like you even be into him, let alone want to associate with him?

after that party he attended with you, he got your instagram (like he hasn’t been lowkey stalking your insta) and personal number. you’ve even been texting him constantly, sending him tiktoks and reels related to his interests and baking recipes saying:

“ill totally make u this <3” (he told you how he liked sweet things weeks ago) ; “momongas so cute like u<3” (he mentioned he liked flying squirrels once…)

were you into him? did you like him? (as much as ness is a loser…he’s also quite dense when it comes to romance directed to him…)

you spoke to him like normal in class, but ness couldn’t shake that weird feeling. even kaiser caught wind of this, as soon as he snatched ness’ phone after he noticed ness ignoring the sneak-dissing jabs he threw at him.

“so that’s the reason you’re on your stupid phone more than usual..? you’re kidding? y/n? her? with you?” he said it in a condescending tone that made loser!ness ticked off.

“little virgin like you…please, ness. she’s probably messing with you just to get a little taste and then throw you away. that girl's gonna trap you in some 'no strings attached' bullshit and break your little heart.” and of course, kaiser being him, ended that simple remark with a hearty laugh... leaving ness to overthink...

because of course he would.

maybe you were just wanting to experiment with him? the party was probably a one-time thing for you. besides, he acted so pathetic when you gave him head for the first time; maybe you were making fun of him…or was it only with him for enjoyment.

“i mean yeah…you’re quite fun to be around…” you said.

“you’re cute and nice, like i’ve told you before.”

“well…kaiser doesn’t seem to think so and i’m just confused why you’d like me…”

ness began to speak less during class after kaiser’s words and you finally had enough, dragging him to your apartment to talk in peace and quiet without annoying people listening in (kaiser or any of those nosy assholes).

you grabbed his hand and sat down on your couch, holding direct eye contact which made loser!ness scared. “why do you let him speak to you that way? lex, baby, you’re so much more than his shadow? you’re allowed to have other friends and,” you paused before speaking with that same soft confidence.

“—a girlfriend. besides, he’s an asshole who probably gets off on your misery.”

you were speaking so softly, and it made ness want to spill everything to you. how kaiser would mess with him over small things and then, one of his worst insecurities: his involuntary celibacy. loser!ness wasn’t an ass about it, as he’s never had a girlfriend before, but jesus christ; kaiser wouldn’t outright bully him on his celibacy, but he would tease him…it was something loser!ness was insecure of, as stupid as it sounded.

“i mean he kinda has a point. i am kind of…a loser and a virgin—”

“—so what? everyone’s a loser.” you froze, blinking rapidly and face getting warm at what ness said.

him? a virgin? with a pretty dick like his, you’re shocked.

“lex, he makes fun of you…for that?”

loser!ness looked away in pure embarrassment. what if you now thought he was some sort of a virgin loser who’s never gotten with a girl and now you’re gonna treat him like kaiser and his friends.

“is this…a huge concern of yours?” you asked, looking away. ness nodded vigorously, preparing himself for impact at any comedic comment you were going to throw. “it’s…definitely a concern of mine. i’m just sick of getting made fun of for that and i—”

“well if you want…i can help you with that concern if you’d like—if not then that’s totally oka—”

“yes.” loser!ness has literally never said yes to anything so quick in his life. he felt crazy: one minute he was scared of your potential mocking reaction to his sex life, and now he’s so quick to accept your offer…

god, he was gonna fucking lose it like you whispered “confringo!” in his ear in your pretty voice. he froze and turned his body to face you once you got off the couch.

and for the first time, he’s seen you get shy. you peeled your tank top off slowly and then your jeans, embracing yourself with embarrassment, biting your lower lip and avoiding your gaze. you really were pretty and that cute grey and pink lacy bra made you even cuter—even your panties were (he swears he could spot embroidered golden snitches in grey). all the while, he began to take off his own shirt and pants to make it less awkward.

“y/n…you’re so—are you an angel?” your sudden shy demeanor disappeared the moment you realized the star wars reference, and you laughed.

“lex…god you drive me crazy.”

sure, you’ve had a crush on loser!ness since senior year high school, when he sat in front of you in your ap english literature class with kaiser, and you thought he was the cutest and hottest guy you’ve seen, but that was his concern? it was before he even knew you existed, before your “glow up” and surge of courage to socialize during college. he never even spoke to you until the current semester.

but the surge of pride you felt when you walked around campus and spotted him staring at you already…you giggled in your pillow for so long, your roommate began to get concerned.

loser!ness wasn’t even a loser in your eyes in high school. you’d overhear his conversations with kaiser, noticed his star wars, dungeons and dragons, and lord of the rings keychains, and you thought he was the coolest guy ever.

of course, you never had the guts to speak to him until now, two years later.

but fuck…never in a million years did you expect to be the one to take away his virginity of all things, and for him to be so gentle; so sweet to you.

you wrapped your arms around him, aligning his pretty dick, and sank slowly—and fuck, the sounds slipping from loser!ness’ lips. it’s enough to make you want to ride him to oblivion. his cock prodded against your walls and you gasped sharply.

loser!ness shuddered the moment you fully managed to sink on his cock, the warm feeling of your cunt squeezing him—god he could cum right now, especially with the face you were making: lips pouted, eyebrows furrowed and your eyes shut like you were experiencing the same feeling he was. one of your arms was wrapped around his neck while your other hand grabbed onto his thigh, nails latched onto loser!ness’ supple porcelain skin.

he threw his head back on the edge of the couch, taking in what was going on (he still can’t believe it holy shit). you were so… ethereal; the sunset hitting you from your closed blinds and you smelled so sweet yet softer and homey (?) —vanilla maybe? and lavender?

ness wrapped his arms around you and leaned towards to kiss your neck lightly—softly. his thumbs rubbed circles on your back gently and he rolled his hips upwards slowly. he felt like he was intoxicated on you; you were just too… perfect.

loser!ness was sensual with it—not surprising you but still leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touches on your skin. “you’re so pretty like this, baby,” and he’d manage to look like he’s gonna burst into tears with any praise you gave him. it was cute, very much so.

his breathing became labored and he thrusted up into your tight syrupy pussy while holding you as if you’d break in his arms. loser!ness felt like he was going to cry—shit, he was crying. sex felt so good, especially with someone like you who didn’t judge him, didn’t criticize him… he could melt right now. god, your pussy felt like fucking heaven, clenching around him like a vice; then your pretty breasts looking so plump and beautiful. the way you held him, kissed his cheeks and jawline—even the feeling of you pulling on his hair drove him insane.

“you’re so beautiful,” or “i can’t believe you’re mine,” were some of the lines that he couldn’t resist saying, and ness can notice the stutter in your hips every time he slurred out how much he wanted to be with you.

he wasn’t lying when he said that anyway…

“‘m gonna cum—can i please cum, please please—” “inside me, lex. i don’t mind.” fuck, he really was going to melt, as he shot his load up into you and could feel cum ooze out of your cunt as you stayed there, listening to both of your racing heartbeats.

loser!ness who really did think he was in some other reality. shit, he was gonna cry again. why else would you begin to kiss him, looking at him with the most genuine gaze saying.

“lex, i hope you do mean it…that i’m yours.”

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cw: nsfw, mdni

needy!bf alexis ness who constantly sends you texts throughout the day asking about your well-being, which also includes the usual "I love you's".

needy!bf alexis ness who cannot keep his hands off you even if his life depended on it—dating him means always having at least one of his hands on any available space of your skin.

needy!bf alexis ness who'd be even more whipped if you happened to feel just as lonely as he does; not only would it make him feel seen, but it'd also give him a twisted feeling of reassurance to know that he's the only one for you.

needy!bf alexis ness who is prone to jealousy once he realizes that you're giving far too much attention to other people in your life for his liking, but he'd never voice it.

needy!bf alexis ness who is a complete sucker for words of affirmation from your part; just hearing a direct reminder of your love is enough to quiet down his insecurities for a little while.

needy!bf alexis ness who'd at first have a hard time adapting to a relationship where he isn't only giving his all but also receiving.

needy!bf alexis ness who still puts your needs above his.

needy!bf alexis ness who can be overbearing sometimes even without realizing it. his mind would torment him with overthinking if the sentences "I just need some space" or "I just want some time alone" ever came out of your mouth.

needy!bf alexis ness who is most likely going to shed a few tears in secret if you're ever particularly mean to him.

needy!bf alexis ness whose tears are definitely of borderline shameful pleasure whenever it comes to the two of you in the bedroom; even if you're going vanilla, he'll still cry.

needy!bf alexis ness who'd never say no to your physical needs—he pretty much wants you all the damn time but doesn't confess it in fear of scaring you off.

needy!bf alexis ness who'd be absolutely weak for condescending praise, but he wouldn't say no to actual degradation either.

needy!bf alexis ness who never fails to be a whimpering mess; you can't expect him to be silent while actively messing with someone as sensitive as him.

needy!bf alexis ness who somehow always has enough stamina for the two to keep going as long as you want; doesn't matter if he feels like a complete wreck when you want another round.

needy!bf alexis ness who will pathetically beg just to be allowed to come inside you when you're on the pill; he'd also be panting with faint traces of tears on his face while doing so.