Icky Apartment [M 1/2]

Note: Oi, you remember Icky A.? Guess what - my brain got fucked up by the second term in collage (because I spoke to people sooo much and for someone with social anxiety it's really life-sucking), so I wrote something to relieve my stress. Hope you'll like it.

Warning: MATURE CONTENT, SOFT BDSM, no sex, buddies - Jesse is not ready for that (and me neither, it's still my first time writing something... dirty in english xd, tehehe if I don't count that mature oneshot I translated thanks to transator, so it's not me writing in english...)

Jesse

I always thought my first time would come after six months of dating—at the very earliest. That seemed like the proper timeline, something structured, something I could follow without skipping a step. But relationships don't work like a strict schedule. They're messy, unpredictable, and right now, I'm only a month in, caught in a brilliant chaos. And here I am, standing in an adult store, buying condoms and lube, my face hidden under a mask and hood like some kind of thief, too embarrassed to show myself.

Sure, Aaron probably has an entire stash left over from his eventful past. But as I once told him—universal sizes aren't exactly universal. I couldn't just grab something from the supermarket like a normal person. No, I had to end up in an actual adult store.

Oh dear world, just let me die of humiliation already. I shouldn't even need this stuff yet. It's not like we've reached that point. But... ugh. Maybe I am just some kind of animal, driven purely by instinct. How the fuck did it come to this? Where are all those principles my mother drilled into me? Don't rush into sex. Only when you know you've met the one.

But mother — what if I already found the one?

I always thought I had decent self-control. Turns out, I don't. Because when I look at Aaron—cute and irresistibly sexy at the same time—I just want. I want to claim him, to make him mine, to curl around him for as long as humanly possible. To be inside him, permanently.

I scare myself. The way I let my arousal control me. The version of me from just two months ago would be horrified at the horny mess I've become.

I carefully picked out the condoms and lube. That should have been it. If I were in a regular drugstore, it would have been. But I wasn't—I was in an adult store, and my dirty fucking mind was running wild. Years without a physical outlet piled up, and now? Now I have a boyfriend. And not just any boyfriend. Aaron. Unfairly sexy Aaron. The playboy Aaron I wanted so badly to occupate so I could proudly say he was now mine alone. 

And I still remember him mentioning he wanted to try BDSM at least once.

I'm not into hardcore stuff. I think. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't enjoy watching him squirm under me, trapped in that sweet, painful pleasure. Fuck, I already know I like talking dirty to him—more than I should. Does that make me an asshole?

Eh. Maybe.

Back to shopping. Nipple clamps. My fingers brushed over them, lingering. Dildos, vibrators, ropes—none of it caught my interest. But these? These were on a whole different level.

Because the first thing I thought was: These would suit Aaron so fucking well.

I couldn't stop picturing it. Those finely crafted clamps pinching his soft pink nipples, turning them red, making them ache. Making his eyes water while I pounded into him, his breath hitching, his body writhing—

Stop it, you absolute animal.

I cannot, under any damned circumstances, get hard in the middle of this store. That would be a new level of humiliation.

Not only has my imagination gotten dirtier, but even my language has worsened. What have I become?

I wrapped up my purchases, paid for everything, and finally escaped from that suffocating place.

By the time I got home, Aaron was already lounging on my bed, lazily flipping through channels. Before we started dating, he would sit on the kitchen chair to watch TV, but now? Nothing was stopping him from using my bed like it was his own. And honestly, I liked it. I liked when he used my things, when he filled my space with his presence. It made everything feel more real.

He wore only his underwear, his hair still damp from the shower, cheeks slightly flushed—probably because, unlike me, he showered with impossibly hot water. I would've became boiled homo sapiens if I showered with the same water temperature as him.

"Won't you catch a cold?" I asked, still standing in the doorway as I set down the groceries (and the adult store bag), then trotted over to close the window behind him.

Aaron snorted softly. "You worry too much."

Then, without warning, he grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me down toward him. "You should kiss me first, not nag me," he complained, pouting slightly. 

Another new side of him I had only discovered a month ago. He liked acting spoiled around me—playful, needy, demanding in the cutest way. And hey, I loved it. Loved the way he did things just to get a reaction out of me, just to make me tease him, just to push my limits. I wasn't sure why, but I had a feeling it was because whenever he acted this way, I couldn't help but smile. And I didn't smile often. However, even that was in the past now. I smiled quite often now—when he kissed me, when he hugged me, when I saw him chew on his drinks. So yeah, my facial muscules finaly got some use.

I couldn't help but smirk, leaning in just enough for our noses to brush. "But you ignored me until I nagged you—do you really think you deserve a kiss when you didn't even welcome me home first?" If he could pout, I could play the same game. 

He chuckled before closing the distance himself, pressing his lips to mine in a quick kiss. Even a little peck was enough to make my insides twist, my skin burn. His lips were warm, soft, intoxicating. The moment he pulled back, I already missed the feeling of him against me.

We'd already kissed so much in the month we'd been together, but it was addictive. I bet I wouldn't survive even a day without feeling his lips on mine. Without tasting him. Without inhaling his scent.

I've become a pervert, I admit. And I bought nipple clamps, planning soft SM play so... does that mean my perverseness has doubled?

"Sorry. I didn't know my boyfriend would be so petty."

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Talking about pettiness? You?"

I pressed my hand against his shoulder, pushing him down onto the bed, towering over him. His breath hitched slightly at the sudden move, but then he smirked, slow and seductive, his palms gliding smoothly up my neck, fingers toying with my hair in a lazy, flirtatious rhythm.

I nearly let out a pleased hum. It was comfortable. But instead, I murmured, lowering my face so my lips hovered just above his. "Your boyfriend is just an attention-seeker. My boyfriend is the petty one."

A teasing smile appeared on his lips, fully aware that his seduction was working.

Oh god, he knew exactly how weak I was when he smiled like that. That happy yet meaningful smile, full of unspoken affection.

So I kissed him. Not holding back at all.

The moment our lips met, the teasing didn't disappear immediately. We played with each other's lips in a playful rhythm—teasing, tasting—but try keeping a kiss light when you have lips like Aaron's against yours, when his nearly bare body is right beneath you, warm and inviting.

The playful, childlike kiss quickly turned into something more needy. His hands tangled in my hair, no longer just petting but gripping, fingers threading through my strands as he pulled me closer. His body pressed up against mine, making my heart pound. I groaned into his mouth, sliding my tongue between his parted lips, tasting him—warm, intoxicating, mine. He was mine. He wouldn't kiss anyone else anymore. Those lips belonged to me now.

His breathing was already uneven when I bit down on his lower lip, tugging slightly before sucking on the sting. He gasped, his fingers tightening on my shoulders as I pushed him further into the mattress. His skin burned beneath my touch, his chest rising and falling with every sharp inhale. He was so fucking cute. And so goddamn sexy.

My hands roamed lower, gripping his waist, feeling the way his stomach muscles twitched under my fingertips. When I fuck him, I'll hold him the same way. The thought sent heat surging through me, making my grip tighten. His waist was slender—perfect to grab, perfect to pull closer, perfect to claim.

He was already hard. Fuck. My self-control shattered. What was the point of holding back? What good was reason in moments like this? All I needed was him—his body, his love, his everything.

I trailed kisses down his jaw, sucking lightly against his pulse, savoring the way his breath hitched, the way his body arched into me, desperate for more contact. My tongue flicked against the sensitive spot beneath his ear, and he let out a low, shuddering moan. How the fuck can someone sound so heavenly?

"Aaron," I murmured, my voice husky. "You sound so fucking good."

His only response was a whimper, and fuck, that did something to me. I wanted to wreck him, make him beg, make him forget his own name—until all he could do was moan and whine under pure pleasure.

"You jerk," he hissed when I bit down on his collarbone, hard enough to sting. "Are you enjoying making me sound like a horny bitch or something? It's fucking embarrassing."

I looked up. His face was flushed deep red, glowing with shame and arousal. Even he didn't expect himself to sound so lewd, I guess.

We had never gone too far past kissing—except that one day when we started dating. Because I had set those boundaries. Why the hell did I hesitate in the first place?

I lightly pecked his slightly swollen lips. "I love you. I want to make you cry from pleasure, to wreck your insides with my cock—so yeah, I really fucking love how you sound. It drives me insane."

I whispered the words against his lips, my voice low, raw. Then, slowly, deliberately, I guided his hand downward, tracing it along my body until his fingers pressed against the hard outline of my erection.

"And this—" I exhaled sharply, pressing his palm more firmly against me, "—this is me losing it."

Aaron's breath hitched, his fingers twitching beneath mine before his grip tightened, his palm pressing more deliberately against the throbbing heat of me. His eyes flicked up, something dark, something hungry swirling in them. He flipped us over, setling on my thighs.

He licked his lips, a slow, teasing motion that made my pulse stutter. "Then lose it," he murmured, his voice rough, challenging. "Show me."

Fuck.

Something in me snapped at his words, my restraint hanging by a thread. I crashed my lips against his again, deep and claiming, swallowing the needy little moan he let out as I digged my fingertips deeper into his skin. My hips rolled against his hand, seeking friction, seeking more.

His fingers worked at my waistband, fumbling, desperate, tugging at the fabric until I lifted my hips to help him push them down. The second I was bare, his hand wrapped around me, warm and firm, and I moaned against his mouth, my entire body shuddering at the contact.

Aaron pulled back just slightly, lips barely brushing against mine as he smirked, his breath fanning against my face. "You're already so hard," he murmured, stroking me slowly, teasingly. "All because of me?"

I let out a shaky breath, my fingers digging into his hips. "You know it's because of you."

His smirk widened, but before he could say anything else, I flipped us over, pinning him beneath me. His legs instinctively parted, welcoming me between them.

"You wanted me to lose it?" I murmured, dragging my lips down his throat, feeling his pulse race beneath my tongue.

"Then don't complain when I'm done with you, sweetie."

Aaron softly laughted beneath me, until his breath hitched as my hands roamed lower, my fingers skimming down his chest. He was so warm, so responsive—his body trembling slightly under my touch. My lips trailed lower, marking him, branding him, until I reached his chest.

I paused, my gaze locking onto his flushed, peaked nipples, still untouched. The way his body arched slightly in anticipation made something primal in me tighten.

My mind flashed back to the nipple clamps sitting in that bag, untouched. Fuck. I should've pulled them out earlier. The thought of them clamping down on his pink, swollen nipples, making him squirm, making his breath come out in short, helpless gasps—

Later.

For now, I wrapped my lips around one, flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud before sucking lightly. Aaron shouted, his hips jerking up into me, his hands flying to my hair as he arched into the sensation.

"J-Jesse—"

I grinned against his chest, switching to the other, biting down just enough to make him whine, just enough to make his thighs tighten around me.

"You're so damn sensitive, sweetie," I muttered, watching the way his body reacted, completely lost to pleasure.

"Shut up," he gasped, but his voice was wrecked, betraying him.

I chuckled, dragging my tongue down his stomach, tracing every dip, every inch of warm skin. He was shaking beneath me, his hands twitching, unsure whether to pull me up or push me lower. 

I knew he was always the one to pressure others, to take care of them, so he wasn't used to being the one taken care of. I won't lie—I was jealous as hell. So don't judge me if I want to be a little rougher with my boyfriend.

I wanted to make sure he knew he was mine now. And I wanted him to lose his mind in pleasure, to the point where he couldn't move. Where he wouldn't be able to touch me in any way except for a desperate grasp—clutching at something, anything stable just to keep himself grounded.

When I reached the waistband of his underwear, I glanced up, locking eyes with him. He looked ruined—cheeks flushed in embarrassment, lips red and swollen, pupils blown wide with need.

"I want to taste you," I said, my voice dark with promise, my lips softly brushing against the fabric covering his hardness.

His breath hitched. "Fucking do it."

I smirked, then hooked my fingers into his waistband, dragging his underwear down slowly, savoring every second of his growing anticipation. The moment he was bare before me, I let my hands run up his thighs, feeling the tension coiled beneath his skin, the way his muscles twitched at every featherlight touch.

I leaned down, dragging my tongue along the length of his cock, tasting the precum already leaking from the tip. It was kinda salty, it didn't taste good, but who cares? If I could pull out reaction like this from him, I could lick his cock whole day.

He groaned, throwing his head back, his hands flying to my hair, gripping tight as if he needed something to ground him.

"Jesse—fuck," he gasped, his thighs trembling as I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, sucking just enough to make his entire body twitch beneath me. 

I hummed around him, letting the vibrations send him spiraling further. He was already a mess, panting, moaning my name like he was falling apart, and I loved it. This wasn't the first time he was being sucked off, but I had studied—a lot. I was always the perfect student, after all.

And I was good at cleaning.

Right now, I was disinfecting his cock from all those fuck-buddies he had before me.

I wanted to push him further.

My hands gripped his thighs, spreading them wider, exposing everything to me. I pulled off him with a wet pop, licking my lips as I dragged my tongue lower, teasing over his entrance.

Aaron froze.

"W-Wait, you—"

"Relax," I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin on inner thigh. "I want to make you feel good."

His breath hitched, and then I licked him, slow and deliberate, circling the tight muscle, teasing, testing his reaction.

The noise he made—something between a whimper and a moan—sent a rush of heat straight through me. His entire body shook beneath me, his hands gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles turned white.

"Oh, fuck—Jesse—"

I pressed my tongue against him again, pushing a little deeper, savoring the way he writhed, the way his thighs trembled on either side of me. His cock twitched, precum dripping onto his stomach, completely untouched, completely desperate for more.

"Jesse—please," he choked out, his voice wrecked, unable to breathe properly.

I groaned, gripping his hips as I started to fuck him open with my tongue, tasting every inch of him, feeling him come undone beneath me. He was so responsive, so fucking beautiful when he let go like this.

I wanted him ruined. I wanted him mine.

And from the way he was panting my name like a prayer, he already was.

Just before he could cum, I withdrew my tongue from his now glistening, twitching open hole. He whimpered in complaint, his hips chasing the sensation, but before he could protest, I reached beside the bed, grabbing the bag I had abandoned earlier.

The thin silver chain of the nipple clamps glinted in the dim light as I pulled them out.

"Jesse?" he breathed, his voice shaky, flushed with arousal and lingering frustration. "What—When did you even get that, you pervert?"

I smirked, trailing a finger down his heaving chest, stopping just above one of his already hardened, swollen nipples. "Picked them up a while ago. Thought they'd suit you." My thumb flicked over the sensitive bud, making him jolt. "And now, looking at you like this? I know they do."

Aaron bit his lip, squirming beneath me, his expression caught between curiosity and anticipation. "You really are a fucking menace. And I'm the playboy here, huh? You're a damn rogue, you beast."

I leaned in, my lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. "Weren't you the one who said some sadomaso was fine?" My voice dropped, deliberate, slow, meant to sink under his skin. "I kinda want to play your master. You'd make a perfect pet, don't you think?"

His breath hitched, his fingers clutching at the sheets. The way he trembled beneath me, the way his eyes darkened with something utterly sinful, told me exactly what I wanted to know.

Still, he huffed, tilting his chin up in defiance. "And what if I don't want to be your pet?"

I chuckled, tapping the chain against his chest, letting the cool metal drag over his flushed skin. "Then why are you already squirming for me?" I pressed the clamp lightly against his nipple but didn't fasten it, teasing, testing. "Why are your legs shaking like you're begging for me to put you in your place?"

Aaron exhaled sharply, biting back a moan. His hands clenched in the sheets, his body betraying him. "Fuck," he muttered, almost to himself. Then, through gritted teeth, "You're such an arrogant asshole."

I've won.

I smirked, pinching his nipple between my fingers before finally snapping the clamp into place.

His breath broke, his back arching sharply. "Ah—fuck!"

I grinned down at him. "That's Master to you, sweetheart."