Beneath the Weight of Desire

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The hallway smelled like burnt popcorn and cheap air freshener—some failed attempt to mask the lingering stench of last night’s takeout. Niko knocked, then hesitated, his fingers brushing the peeling paint on the doorframe. He’d been here before, but never like this. The lock clicked, but no one answered. The door swung open on its own, creaking like a bad omen.

Inside, the apartment was too warm, thick with the cloying sweetness of incense—sandalwood, maybe, or something cheaper that just smelled like regret. The curtains were drawn, casting everything in a sickly amber glow. And there she was.

Barby Reyes was on all fours in the middle of the living room, her slender back arched just enough to make the muscles in her thighs tremble. She wasn’t wearing anything. Not a stitch. Her skin was pale under the dim light, slick with a thin sheen of sweat, her ribs counting down like the rungs of a ladder to the dip of her waist. She was small, compact, the kind of fit that came from discipline, not vanity. Her ass wasn’t big, but it was tight, the kind that looked like it could crack a walnut if she clenched hard enough. But that wasn’t what made Niko’s breath catch.

It was her pussy.

Thick. Fat. Obscene. It hung between her legs like something swollen, something *wrong*, the lips puffy and dark, glistening with wetness she clearly hated. She was crying. Not the pretty, performative kind—her face was twisted, her cheeks streaked with tears, her breath coming in sharp, ugly gasps. She didn’t look at him when he stepped inside. She didn’t have to.

“Get your dick out,” she said, voice rough, like she’d been screaming into a pillow. “Start jacking off.”

Niko didn’t ask. He didn’t *dare*. His fingers fumbled with his belt, his zipper, the button of his jeans sticking for a second before giving way. His cock was already half-hard, thickening fast as he pulled it free, the head dark and leaking. He spat into his palm and started stroking, the sound wet and obscene in the heavy silence.

Barby made a noise—something between a sob and a laugh. “Faster,” she snapped. “And get over here.”

He dropped to his knees behind her, his free hand hovering, unsure. She didn’t wait for him to figure it out. She reached back, grabbed his wrist, and yanked his face straight into the cleft of her ass.

“Eat it,” she ordered, her voice breaking. “Like you mean it.”

The first lick was hesitant. The second wasn’t.

Niko groaned against her, his tongue flattening, pressing hard against her puckered hole. She tasted like salt and something bitter, like old shame. He lapped at her, his strokes on his cock growing jerky, desperate. His nose brushed the underside of her pussy—thick, heavy, *there*—and she flinched, her whole body locking up.

“Don’t you *fucking* touch it,” she hissed, her voice trembling. “Don’t you *dare*.”

He pulled back just enough to nod, his chin slick with spit, his cock throbbing in his grip. He went back to work, his tongue spearing against her asshole, his lips sealing around it to suck. She whimpered, her fingers digging into the carpet, her knuckles white.

“That’s it,” she breathed, her voice thick with tears. “Just like that. You’re *earning* it.”

Niko wasn’t sure what he was earning, but he didn’t care. The sounds she made—half sobs, half gasps—were driving him wild. He buried his face deeper, his tongue fucking into her, his fingers spreading her cheeks wide. She was tight, resisting at first, but then her muscles gave way, her hole fluttering under the assault. He groaned, the vibration making her jerk forward.

“Fuck—*fuck*—” she choked out, her hips rocking back against his mouth despite herself. “You like that, don’t you? You like eating my *filthy* ass while you jerk off like a pathetic little bitch.”

Niko moaned in response, his cock aching, his balls drawing up tight. He wanted to beg. He wanted to *cum*. But he knew better.

Barby reached back, her fingers tangling in his hair, yanking hard. “You don’t get to talk,” she reminded him, her voice raw. “You don’t get to *anything* until I say so. Understand?”

He nodded, his tongue never stopping, his hand flying over his cock. Pre-cum dripped down his shaft, his thighs trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Good,” she whispered. Then, quieter, like she was talking to herself: “This is so *fucking* disgusting.”

Niko didn’t know if she meant him or herself or all of it. He didn’t ask. He just kept licking, kept sucking, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, spreading her open wider. He could see everything—the tight ring of her hole, the way it twitched when he breathed on it, the way her pussy *dripped* beneath, untouched, *forbidden*.

“You’re doing so good,” Barby murmured, her voice cracking. “Such a *good boy*, eating my ass like it’s the last meal you’ll ever have.” She let out a shaky laugh. “Maybe it should be.”

Niko whined, his hips stuttering, his cock leaking like a faucet. He was close. So *fucking* close.

Barby must’ve felt it. She reached back again, this time slapping his cheek—not hard, but enough to make him flinch. “Ask,” she demanded.

“Can I—” His voice was a wreck. “Can I cum, please?”

She went still. For a second, he thought she’d say no. Then she let out a long, shuddering breath, her shoulders slumping. “Not yet.”

Niko groaned, his body rebelling. His strokes slowed, his tongue still working her asshole, but his focus was splintering. He needed—*fuck*, he *needed*—

“Please,” he begged, his voice breaking. “I can’t—”

“You *will*,” Barby snapped, her grip in his hair tightening. “You’ll hold it until I say you can let go. And if you cum before then, I’ll make you lick it up off the floor. Do you understand?”

Niko whimpered, nodding frantically. He forced his hand to slow, his strokes turning slow, deliberate, his tongue lapping at her in long, flat strokes. She tasted like sin. Like something he shouldn’t want but couldn’t stop craving.

Barby let out a broken sound, her body trembling. “I hate this,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I hate *all* of it. The way you look at me. The way you *taste* me. The way my—” She cut herself off, her breath hitching. “The way it *looks*. Like some kind of *monster* between my legs.”

Niko wanted to tell her she was beautiful. He wanted to tell her she was perfect. But he knew better than to lie to her.

Instead, he redoubled his efforts, his tongue stabbing into her asshole, his fingers spreading her wider, his cock throbbing in his grip. She gasped, her back arching, her pussy—*thick*, *obscene*—dripping onto the carpet beneath her.

“Fuck,” she sobbed. “Fuck, fuck, *fuck*—”

Niko didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His own pleasure was a secondary thought, his cock nothing more than a tool to be used, his orgasm a prize he had to *earn*. He lapped at her, his tongue swirling, his lips sealing around her hole to suck hard. She cried out, her body jerking, her fingers clawing at the carpet.

“You’re *close*,” she panted. “Aren’t you? You’re so *fucking* close.”

Niko nodded, his vision blurring. His cock was a live wire, his balls drawn up tight, his whole body coiled like a spring.

“Ask again,” Barby demanded, her voice trembling.

“Please,” he begged, his voice raw. “Please, *please*—”

She let out a broken laugh. Then, quietly: “Alright.”

Niko didn’t have time to process it. One second he was on the edge, the next she was shoving his face away, spinning around on her knees to face him. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her cheeks wet, her lips swollen from biting them. She reached between her legs, her fingers spreading herself open—*not* her pussy. Her asshole. Tight, pink, fluttering.

“Make your *deposit*,” she ordered, her voice shaking with disgust. “Right. *Fucking*. Here.”

Niko didn’t need to be told twice.

He surged forward, his cock in hand, the head pressing against her puckered hole. She hissed as he rubbed himself against her, her fingers digging into her own thighs, holding herself open for him. He could feel the heat of her, the way her body resisted even as she forced herself to stay still.

“Do it,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Cum for me, you *good boy*.”

That was all it took.

Niko groaned, his hips jerking, his cock pulsing as the first rope of cum splattered against her asshole. Barby gasped, her body tensing, her fingers spreading herself wider as he painted her, his cum dripping down the crack of her ass, some of it catching on the thick lips of her pussy beneath. She made a noise—something between a sob and a moan—as he kept cumming, his body shuddering, his cock twitching with every pulse.

“Fuck,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “You make such *good* noises when you cum.”

Niko collapsed forward, his forehead pressing against her shoulder, his cock still dripping, his body wrung out. Barby let go of herself, her hands falling to her sides, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. The only sound in the room was the wet, obscene dripping of his cum between her legs.

Then, quietly: “Thank you.”

Niko lifted his head, confused. She wasn’t looking at him. Her gaze was fixed somewhere on the wall, her expression hollow.

“For your load,” she clarified, her voice empty. Then, after a beat: “I want to suck your dick now.”

Niko’s cock twitched at the words, already stirring back to life despite the orgasm. Barby didn’t wait for him to respond. She turned, her small hands wrapping around his shaft, her tongue darting out to lick the cum still leaking from his tip. Niko hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily.

She didn’t tease. She didn’t play.

She *sucked*.

Her lips sealed around the head, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deep—*too* deep, her throat opening for him, her nose pressing against his skin. Niko groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, his hips rocking up into the wet heat of her mouth. She gagged, but she didn’t pull back. She took him deeper, her throat convulsing around him, her eyes watering.

Niko had never felt anything like it.

She wasn’t gentle. She wasn’t *kind*. She sucked him like she was trying to *steal* his cum, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, her throat working him over. He could feel her tears on his skin, her nails digging into his thighs, her body trembling with the effort.

“Fuck—*fuck*—” Niko gasped, his hips stuttering. “I’m gonna—”

Barby didn’t let him finish.

She pulled back just enough to breathe, her hand flying over his shaft, her lips sealing around the head as she jerked him off into her mouth. The first spurt hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, her throat working, her eyes locked on his as she drained him dry.

When she finally pulled off, her lips were swollen, her chin dripping. She didn’t wipe her mouth. She just sat back on her heels, her expression unreadable.

Niko reached for her, but she flinched away.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

He dropped his hand.

Barby exhaled, long and slow, her gaze drifting back to the wall. “You can go now,” she said, her voice hollow.

Niko didn’t move.

She looked at him then, her eyes red, her lashes wet. “Please,” she said, and it broke something in him.

He stood, his legs unsteady, his cock still half-hard and glistening with her spit. He tucked himself away, his fingers fumbling. He didn’t look at her as he walked to the door.

But just before he stepped out, he heard her—quiet, so quiet he almost missed it:

“I’ll call you when I need you again.”