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Suitcase lies in her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was getting late, but she’s made no effort to get ready for bed. She was just… spaced out, which she tends to do pretty often.
She’s had a specific person on her mind lately. Someone who she’s been getting very close to recently…
That person would be Knife.
Him and Suitcase have been hanging out way more than they ever have before. They both call each other friends, but it was clear that their relationship went much deeper than that.
They’ve done things that an average person would usually not do with their friends. They’ve kissed a couple times, and they’ve even said the occasional “I love you” to each other. But whenever someone asked if they’re dating, Knife would always brush it off and say that they’re just “really close.”
Suitcase didn’t mind it at first, but over time, it started to make her feel… troubled. Did she actually like Knife in a romantic way, or was she just confused and all of this just a “friends with benefits” thing?
She snapped back to reality as she heard a quiet knock on her door. Suitcase quickly sits up. Who could possibly be knocking on her door at this hour?
“Come in.”
The door slowly opens with a small creaking sound, revealing Knife to be on the other side.
Great. Out of all times when he could’ve shown up, it had to be during the time when Suitcase was questioning their entire relationship.
“Hey.” Knife whispers, clearly not wanting to wake anyone else up.
“Hey,” Suitcase says back, “what’re you doing here? You need something?”
“Nah, just wanted to hang out, I know that you’re usually not asleep yet at this time.” Knife closes the door behind him with a soft click.
Suitcase mutters. “Yeah, I’m just… not that tired, I guess.”
Knife nods in acknowledgment. He knew that she’s been so out of it lately, and he knew that something was bothering her, so he wanted to see if he could help clear that mental fog.
“You doin’ alright? You’ve been acting odd… and I’ve noticed that it’s been around me specifically. Did I do something to upset you? You know I would never do that on purpose, right?”
Suitcase stays silent for a moment. “…Don’t worry about it, I’m fine. And you haven’t done anything wrong either, I swear. I’ve just been feeling a bit overwhelmed, I suppose. Nothing to get concerned about.” She lets out a nervous chuckle.
Knife walks over and sits down next to her on the bed, his arm sneaking around her shoulders. “It’s alright, I won’t force anything out of you, but y’know that you can talk to me whenever you need to, okay? I’ll listen.” He gave her a soft smile, bringing her a tad bit closer to him.
Suitcase let out a content sigh at Knife’s reassurance, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Thanks, Knife.”
“No problem,” Knife replies, “anything to help out a friend.”
The word “friend” makes a heavy feeling set in Suitcase’s chest. Is that really all he saw her as, just a friend? Whatever, that wasn’t what she was gonna focus on right now. Right now, she’s just gonna focus on the warmth of the person next to her.
They both sit there in a comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. Knife’s head is resting above Suitcase’s. After a bit, he brings his head up, and his hand comes to tilt her’s up to look at him.
“You know I love you, like, a lot… right?” Knife whispers.
Suitcase’s eyes widen a bit. “…You really mean that, right?”
Knife chuckles. “Of course I do, I’ve meant it every time I’ve said it.”
Suitcase couldn’t hold back anymore. Without another word, she pressed her lips against Knife’s in a gentle, slow kiss.
Knife’s eyes quickly fluttered shut. He settled his hands on her waist. This kiss was more different than any of the ones they’ve shared before. This one felt more genuine… more devoted.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to escalate and become less and less chaste. The room around them started to get warmer.
———
Knife grasps Suitcase’s hips, his tongue brushing against her’s as they made out passionately.
Suitcase’s hands were strongly gripping Knife’s shirt, like she was afraid that he would disappear if she let go. Her lips were moving against his desperately, not wanting to pull away anytime soon.
But eventually, they both ran out of air. They pull away, their breaths mingling together as they breathe heavily.
“Damn…” Knife huffs.
Suitcase speaks breathlessly. “Sorry… I’m not that good of a kisser…—“
“You weren’t that bad, Suitcase. Relax.” Knife chuckles.
Suitcase grins, her heart feeling like it’s about to jump out of her chest, but that doesn’t stop her from bringing him into another kiss, this one managing to be even more passionate than the last.
Knife went all out this time, kissing her with intense fervor.
Suitcase moaned softly against his lips, heat started to coil in her gut. She already knew that she was getting wet from this, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for getting riled up so easily, but her thoughts quickly diverted when she felt Knife’s hands trail down to her thighs.
Knife barely pulls back, but just enough to separate their lips. He presses his forehead against hers.
“I’m not making you uncomfortable or anything, right?”
Suitcase lets out a shaky exhale. “No… not at all.”
“…Good.” Knife lets out a sigh of relief. “Would it be okay if we went a bit further? I don’t wanna pressure you into it at all.”
Suitcase almost immediately nods, she was already thinking about what could happen if they actually went further, and the thoughts just turned her on even more.
“Y-yeah… can we…?”
Without even realizing it, she was starting to slowly grind herself against Knife’s thigh. She was biting her lip, trying to contain the tiny noises that were threatening to come out.
Knife noticed almost immediately. He grounds her hips against his thigh so she physically can barely move her lower half.
“Hey, hey, calm down. I’ll take care of you.”
His hand slowly trails up her skirt, reaching the aching, damp spot between her thighs.
“…You sure about this?”
Suitcase’s breath hitches at the contact with Knife’s hand. A small, desperate whine escapes from her lips, her grip tightening on his shirt.
“Please, Knife! I need this so badly… I can’t—“
She’s suddenly cut off by a sharp whimper that escapes her as she feels Knife’s hand palm her aching mound.
Knife smirks. “Jeez… didn’t expect you to be this wet already. Not that it’s a bad thing, though.”
His eyes trail down to the sight of his hand under her skirt. He could feel himself getting hard at the sight.
Knife removes his hand from between her thighs, making Suitcase let out a whine of disappointment. “How about we get some of our clothes off, yeah?” He was already discarding his shirt as he spoke. He then changes their positions on the bed so that he now has her pinned down below him.
Suitcase stiffened at the new position and at the idea of Knife seeing her body. She was never used to being that exposed in front of someone. What if he didn’t like how she looked? What if he was disgusted?
Yet even with these thoughts eating away at her, she still proceeded. “Alright… we can do that..!”
Knife’s hands move to the hem of her sweater, pulling it up, as well as unclasping her bra quickly afterwards.
Suitcase was now bare from the waist up. Her face flushed. She wanted to cover herself up so badly, but she held back from doing so.
Knife stared at her upper body in awe. “You’re so beautiful.”
Suitcase glances up at Knife, surprised at his reaction. “You… really think that…?”
Knife chuckles. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”
Suitcase’s face lights up when she hears his response. “Oh… thanks.” She giggles softly.
Knife smiles, and he transfers his hands down to the waistband of her skirt.
“Can I…?” He asks.
Almost immediately after Suitcase nods, he pulls down her skirt, along with her underwear in one quick tug, revealing her wet, practically dripping pussy.
The small gasp that Suitcase lets out makes Knife’s cock throb even more than it already was. He was already counting down the seconds until he could finally be buried deep inside her.
He doesn’t waste a second, he brings his hand back between her legs, slowly rubbing her. Two of his fingers slide down to circle her entrance, before slowly pushing them into her wet heat
Suitcase moans loudly at the intrusion, spreading her legs wider. “Ah.. Knife..!—“
Knife shushes her, before starting to slowly move his fingers inside her. “Shh… try to be quiet, okay? We don’t want anyone to wake up.”
Suitcase lets out a quiet apology. Tiny whimpers escape her mouth as Knife fingered her. She squeezes her eyes shut from the pleasure. “Mmngh… more… please…”
Knife complies with her request, gently nudging in a third finger. His fingers thrust into her swiftly. His free hand goes up to one of her breasts, giving it a slight squeeze.
Suitcase’s back arches at the feeling of his touch on her breast and the feeling of his fingers buried inside her combined. Her hands were now gripping at the bedsheets, trying to contain herself at least a little bit.
She could already feel herself getting close.
“Knife.. I.. I’m close..!”
Knife speaks in a gentle, soothing tone of voice, all while picking up the pace of his fingers. The speed was brutal at this point. “That’s it, be a good girl for me and let it out. I’m right here.”
Those words and actions were enough to push Suitcase over the edge. She covered her mouth with one of her hands as her orgasm crashes over her, muffling a loud moan that escapes her.
Knife continues to slowly move his fingers inside her as he guides her through her intense orgasm. Eventually, as she settles down, he pulls his fingers out of her, examining her sticky essence on his fingers. “Well, you sure didn’t last long.”
“Mmph… shut uppp… I tried.” Suitcase whines.
“Hey, I never said it was a bad thing that you didn’t. We’ll just see if you can last longer this time.” Knife gives her a playful smirk, before he starts to unbuckle his belt. He tosses it to the side, he unzips his pants, tugging them down along with his boxers.
Suitcase was astonished at the sight of Knife. His cock was extremely hard and throbbing, with precum leaking from the tip. She expected him to be big, but now she felt a bit intimidated at the thought of something that size inside her.
“You sure about this?” Knife asks, wanting to make sure she 100% was sure that wanted this.
Suitcase nods her head eagerly, her legs instinctively spreading even more. “Please…”
Knife gives her a slight smile, before gripping her hips and nudging his tip against her entrance.
Suitcase whimpers at the feeling. She looks up at Knife, giving him a nod to signify that she’s ready.
Knife acknowledges her nod. “Let me know if it becomes too much.”
With that, Knife slowly starts to push himself into her. He grits his teeth at the feeling of her tightness. He curses under his breath “Fuck, Suitcase…”
Suitcase’s eyes roll back as she feels Knife fully push inside. The feeling of being so stretched out felt odd, but nowhere near unpleasant.
Knife gives Suitcase a moment to adapt to the new sensation. “You doing alright?” He asks gingerly. As soon as he hears a small “yes” leave her mouth, he almost fully pulls out, then he pushes himself back in all the way, making a moan erupt from both of their throats. They didn’t care anymore if they woke someone up, they just wanted to enjoy the moment.
Knife starts to set a pace that gets faster and faster by each passing moment. Sweat starts dripping his face. Without even knowing, he grips Suitcase’s hips tight enough to leave bruise on them. One of his hands move to her throbbing clit, rubbing it. “You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you.”
“Faster, Knife… Please…!” Suitcase whines out, practically drooling at this point.
Knife starts to thrust into her at a brutal pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin loudly fills the room. Suitcase began to feel overwhelmed, tears prickling in the corners of her eyes. Knife notices, immediately slowing down his thrusts. “Suitcase—“
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Suitcase cries out.
Knife’s fast pace returns, but more cautiously this time, not wanting her to be too overwhelmed, even if he did kind of enjoy the sight of her crying like this because of him.
He could start to feel the walls of Suitcase’s cunt tighten around him. She was getting close, and he wanted to push her over the edge as soon as possible. He continues to fuck her, feeling himself get close as well.
Suitcase moans out as she finally climaxes, gushing all over Knife’s cock. Knife’s orgasm crashes over him almost immediately after hers, thick ropes of his seed filling her up.
After a few seconds of processing everything, Knife slowly pulls out of Suitcase, leaving her feeling empty. He collapses next to her on the bed, panting heavily.
“Holy shit…” Knife mutters, he then turns is head to gaze at Suitcase, who was panting as well. She meets Knife’s gaze, then moves to wrap her arms around him, letting out a sleepy whimper.
Knife chuckles softly. “You did good, Suitcase. So good.” He plants a soft kiss to her lips.
Suitcase buries her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. She felt way better than she did before.
“…Love you, Knife…”
“…Love you too, Suitcase.”