“Sis, can you get the door, please?” Fuma yelled from the upstairs bathroom, “Yuma says he’s out front.”

Sighing, you lifted yourself from the couch, padding your feet along the wooden floor towards the front door. Being assigned to open it was a mistake– your brother was still completely oblivious to the hostility between you and his best friend. 

Well, hostility for a lack of a better term… or the presence of deep denial. 

Your eyes lowered into a glare once you were face to face, silently stepping aside to let him in. He just smirked as he brushed past you. The stupid, fucking sexy smirk that you wanted to rip right off of his face. 

But, not before he ruined you while wearing it. 

“Good to see you, as always, y/n,” Yuma cooed, hopping up onto the kitchen island to sit like he fucking owned it. He slithered his hand into the bowl of fruits beside him, picking up an apple. He took a bite, the juice dribbling down his chin just slightly.

You wanted to lick it off of him. Fuck. 

“Got something to say, or are you just going to keep staring?”

Your face turned crimson, heart thumping violently in your chest. He looked so smug, basking in victory like he had just won a silent challenge.

“Shut up,” you gritted, rolling your eyes as you turned abruptly on your heels to go back towards the living room.

“Hey, bro,” Fuma greeted, finally entering where you and Yuma were. He dabbed him up, then continued some conversation you had drowned out at that point, too focused on your cliché romantic drama.

At some point, the two of them joined you on the couch, sitting on either side of you. To say you weren’t feeling overwhelmed would be an understatement. Yuma was sitting so damn close, his leg against your bare thigh only inhibited by the blanket resting on your lap. 

It only made matters worse when an explicit sex scene came on the tv, Fuma completely unbothered like the mature adult he was, while you could barely focus. 

Yuma was eyeing you from his peripheral. He could see you squirming, lips breaking out into a subtle, wicked grin as he observed you. He really wanted to fuck with– and just fuck– you, god, he fucking did. You were truly convinced you were a professional at hiding your attraction towards him, but you were actually awful at it. 

He knew everything; that your seeming distaste was an act to ignore the fact you actually wanted him to wreck you until you came hard over and over again. He understood why you were hesitant to address the elephant in the room, though. Him being your brother’s best friend, well, that could lead to complications.

But, honestly, Yuma didn’t care. In fact, it only made him want you more– he got off from the thrill of secrecy from the theoretical situation. 

He carefully watched both you and the scene, silently taking note of how your body reacted to each touch the man placed on the woman’s body.

You inhaled sharply, virtually inaudible, when he grabbed her throat. You shifted just a tad when he shoved his fingers into her mouth. The biggest kicker was the quiet, little moan you let slip when he called her a slut.

Fuck, Yuma thought, so it’s like that.

Fuma was too engrossed to notice any of this. When the episode ended, he excused himself with a loud yawn. “I’m going to bed,” he said, voice sleepy, “Yuma, you staying over?”

“Plan to,” Yuma replied. Oh, boy, if only Fuma realized calling it an early night had just landed him the golden ticket… between his sister's legs. 

“Cool,” Fuma nodded, standing up from the couch, “later.”

Yuma didn’t know if Fuma was that ignorant to the sexual tension brewing between you and himself, or if he just didn’t give a fuck if you had feelings for each other. 

You hadn’t looked at him yet, eyes still gazing at the screen while the credits rolled. Your heart was in your throat, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. God, when did your feelings for him get this strong?

You cleared your throat, pushing yourself off the couch as you entered the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a water bottle. Yuma just watched, turning his body to peer at you over the back of the couch.

You could feel his eyes burning into your spine as you stayed facing the opposite direction away from him. Your breath hitched in your throat when you noticed his shadow had suddenly loomed over you, the kitchen lights dim with a warm, orange haze.

The atmosphere was almost too perfect. Yuma was getting excited.

“You know,” he started, chin now leaning over your shoulder. You froze, tip of the water bottle stilling against your lips. “I’m not sure if you realize it, but I do notice.” He carefully took the bottle from your hand, placing it on the countertop beside you. You just let him, unable to move. He wasn’t touching you yet. “The way you tense up when I’m around, the way your thighs squeeze together when I’m close to you.” He chuckled, noticing that he spoke it into existence right then, “Yep,” he cooed, “exactly like that.”

Your breaths were shallow, yet heavy, as his trickled down the side of your neck. “I–I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You stuttered. 

“No?” He taunted, moving his body to lean onto the counter beside you so he could see the front of you. The way you avoided eye contact was a dead give away that you were lying. He bit his lip, amused. “So, you don’t think about us doing what they were on that show earlier?” You swallowed hard, lips parting to speak, but you couldn’t manage. He laughed, low. “You’re telling me that you don’t imagine my hands around your throat, whispering the filthiest fucking words while I destroy your pretty little cunt?” He was leaning in closer now, face nearly touching yours. Your body was on fire. His lids lowered. “You can’t even look at me, y/n.” You were about to lose control, hands itching to grab his face and pull him in to kiss you. 

“What are you so afraid of?”

You don’t even remember initiating it, because by the time your lips landed on his, he had you spun around with your back pressed against the fridge, one hand cupping your jaw whilst the other gripped your waist firm and claiming.

His teeth sank into your bottom lip, a quiet cry escaping from your throat. “Knew it,” he purred, pulling away to look at you. Your cheeks were flushed, seeming as if you’d already been ruined with just one kiss. “Fucking knew you wanted me.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Don’t get all cocky now.”

“I’m not cocky,” he hummed, lips hovering over your neck again, “just honest.” Your eyes finally met, and you were a goner. He smiled wickedly, knowing right at that moment he had caught you. “Fucking hell,” he chuckled, lifting his hand from your waist to smack his palm on the fridge beside your head. He dropped his other from your chin down to your neck, squeezing with intention. He gritted his teeth as you let out a soft moan. “You look so pretty like this,” he groaned. You grabbed his wrist for leverage, legs squirming below you. “Like you want me to fuck you like a slut.”

You whimpered, eyes glazing over with the needy look he always dreamt of. Fuck, was it perfect, even better than he had imagined. 

“P-Please,” you huffed, already on edge just from the way he was manhandling you, “need you, Yuma.”

He groaned, throwing his head back from the sweet sound of you whining his name, so beautiful and raw. “Fuck,” he exhaled, forcing your chin up aggressively once he was looking at you again, “you sure you want this?” You nodded. “Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” You nodded again, already lost in him and he had barely even started. He needed double reassurance from you, because fuck, he wasn’t going to hold back. “Okay,” he said slowly, eyes growing dark and a seemingly sinister smirk tugging at his lips. You were fucked. He slid his middle finger in your mouth as he squeezed the hollows of your cheeks with the rest. You moaned, eyes rolling from the painful pleasure. “I’m going to fucking break you.”

You severely– not really– regretted wearing thin, short pajama shorts without panties that night. Yuma ripped them off of you, tossing the torn material onto the floor without a care. He spun you around again, shoving your chest against the fridge by the force of his palm on the side of your head and his chest on your back whilst sending a hard smack to your ass. He managed to cup your mouth in time to muffle your piercing scream.

“Shut up,” he demanded, raspy and low, “we don’t want your brother to come downstairs and see his best friend’s cock deep inside of his sister now, do we?” You shook your head in agreement, spit coating his hand resting on your lips while your cunt throbbed. “Good girl,” he purred.

It took everything in you not to scream when he dropped to his knees and flattened his tongue against your clit, shoving his fingers effortlessly into your dripping hole. You whimpered, legs shaking violently as he curled into your pleasure point, grateful that his face on your cunt kept you upright. He hummed against you, working faster on your sex as he sensed you nearing your peak.

“F–fuck,” you choked, swallowing your moan, “I’m–”

Without finishing your sentence, you came, spilling your juices out onto Yuma’s tongue and hand, hot breath fogging up the steel coating of the fridge. Soft whines fell from your lips, body vibrating as he lapped up every last drop of your sweet release.

He slapped your pussy as he stood back up, your body recoiling from the impact. His still clothed core was pressed against your bare ass now, tongue sliding up the side of your neck. “You taste amazing, sweetheart,” he whispered, smacking your cunt again. You cried as quietly as you could, “can’t wait to stuff you full like the bitch you are.”

Yuma moved your bodies to the kitchen island, releasing his cock from its confinement while he fisted your hair, you still having your back towards him.

“Bend the fuck over,” he hissed, shoving you face down against the marble surface by your firmly gripped strands. You didn’t know why he bothered to tell you what to do when he had already decided he was going to do it regardless. When he slipped inside, you dug your nails into your palms, shakily taking deep breaths to adjust to his size. “Aw, am I too big for your tight little cunt?” He pouted mockingly, bottoming you out with one deep, hard thrust. You choked and he laughed. “Fucking weak.” 

Yuma could tell you were struggling to keep your mouth shut, body sensitive and fucked-out from his huge cock filling you to the hilt. With a smirk, he grabbed the last apple in the fruit bowl, “open your damn mouth,” then gagged you with it.

Tears prickled in the corners of your eyes as he pounded into you, teeth sinking into the fruit just enough to keep it comfortably sitting in your mouth. You didn’t know the purpose of staying quiet, truthfully, when the deafening slaps of his pelvis against your ass were loud enough to wake Fuma up. Fortunately, for the two of you, he was a heavy sleeper.

Yuma growled at the filthy sounds of your muffled cries, watching as your saliva and the sticky juices of the apple slipped down your chin onto the countertop.

“You’re a fucking mess,” he tsked, slamming into you without constraint, “dirty little whore, aren’t you?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he stuffed you full, cunt so sensitive as he pulsed against your walls. Your throat felt raw and on fire as he continued to assault your hole. He felt so good, so fucking deep inside of you.

Yuma slipped his hand to your clit again, slapping it harshly before circling with precision. Your legs were shaking violently, you on the verge of falling apart once more. He pulled you up by your hair aggressively, your back slamming against his chest before he slipped to grip your throat. His fingers pressed piercingly into your neck, pulse quickening with each squeeze.

“Fuck, fuck,” Yuma moaned, head falling forward as he bit down onto your shoulder. You groaned as he marked you. “Feels so good, so tight.”

You reached your hand over your shoulder to grab the nape of his neck, forcing him to pound into you harder. He hissed, giving you everything he could manage, coil in his stomach about to snap. “Gonna fucking ruin this pussy.” He cooed, voice so sweetly laced with the dirty words falling out of his mouth, “you won’t be able to walk for weeks.”

Stars flashed behind your eyelids as he pressed his palm into your cunt, the apple falling out of your mouth as you released a loud, uncontrollable moan, your cum splashing all over his cock. He growled, hips sputtering as he pushed himself over the edge, pulling out and twisting your body around just in time to shove you onto your knees and spill his cum all over your face. He stared at you, biting his lip as he released, watching how your face twitched in elation, tongue poking out of your mouth to catch his hot, creamy seed. You hummed, licking up the drops you could reach, eyes slowly opening to look up at him. 

Yuma’s heart nearly stopped, seeing you like that, all cock-drunk and eyes glazed over with pure desire; he thought he could come again right there just from the sight of you alone.

“Fuck, y/n,” he exhaled, “you’re filthy.”

“Only for you, ‘ma,” you slurred, smiling wildly at him as if you were drunk.

It didn’t last long, though, both of you being brought back to reality when you heard footsteps from the second floor steadily approaching.

You looked at each other, eyes wide and full of fear.

You were fucked, and not in a good way.

“Shit”.

You were needy. So fucking needy. But you would feel bad if you interrupted Fuma's down time by asking him to make you come.

At least, at first.

"Fuck," you huffed to yourself, standing up from the couch and hastily making your way to the bedroom where Fuma was gaming online with his friends.

He turned his head slightly, sending you a small smile in acknowledgement when he heard you open the door before going back to his round.

"Shit! On your right!" He yelled into the mic, leaning forward in focus and pressing the buttons quicker as he sniped his opponents.

Your heartbeat increased, thighs squeezing together as you watched his fingers, the way they moved on the controller so precisely. Calculated. Your stomach twisted. Fuck, you needed him to tap against your clit like that, to press inside of your walls instead.

You whimpered, quiet enough that Fuma couldn't hear you over his headset as you got on your knees and slipped below the desk in front of him. He peered down at you for a moment, eyebrows furrowed slightly, until the game required his attention again.

You watched him shift in his seat, listening to the vibrations of his controller. Every time he moved, you saw the tip of his cock push against the material of his sweatpants. He wasn't hard yet, but you could see his bulge slowly developing.

You licked your lips, pawing at his waistband. Fuma gave you a look of warning, but once he saw your glossy, begging eyes, he was done for; mouth dropping, thighs parting, back slouching a little bit more in the seat.

He inhaled sharply, legs jerking as you took him into your mouth, licking one long stripe up his length before kitty-licking his tip. His head fell back a little, causing his hood to fall to his shoulders. You steadily picked up your pace, Fuma leaning forward and holding you in place by pressing his elbows into your back because he still needed his hands for the controller. He rutted into you, the sounds of you choking on his cock causing him to mute the headset.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned, short thrusts against your tongue sending him closer to the tipping point, "gonna come."

His body shook, hands nearly dropping the controller onto your back as his arms pushed you even further around him so you could milk him dry. He grunted, hot white ropes dripping down your throat. He lifted his weight off of you, grabbing your strands and pulling you off his cock to see your beautifully ruined face; cheeks flushed, cum coating your swollen, pretty pink lips.

He unmuted his mic for a moment, "I gotta pause for a second guys, hold on," then looked down at you with a devilish smirk. "Someone's needy," he cooed, pulling you up gently by your shoulders, "why don't you sit on my cock while I finish playing with my friends, hm?" Your eyes sparkled, nodding as you began to slide your pants off of your body.

He grabbed your hips the second they left your ankles, spinning you around and slipping his cock into you, already ready to fill you up once more. "F–Fuma," you stuttered, his length brushing against every inch of your walls as he bottomed you out. You felt so perfect, so full.

He licked just below your earlobe before biting down, your body jolting at the sensation of his sinking teeth. He hummed against you, his speed picking up.

"Why don't I unmute the mic for a little, yeah?" He suggested smugly, hand sliding down the front of your body until he reached your exposed cunt. He pressed into your clit, circling steadily. "Try to keep quiet while I fuck you like this."

You tried. Really tried. But Fuma had a way of hitting your sweet spot so perfectly every time that eventually you were gripping the sides of his desk, meeting him halfway as you fucked yourself desperately on his cock.

He pushed the microphone of his headset away from his mouth enough so he could lean over and whisper in your ear. "You know what? let them hear you, baby," he sent one deep, hard thrust into your cunt, and you whimpered, "let them know how good I'm fucking you."

And so you did, screaming and crying desperately as your body trembled, sweat pooling at your forehead, cum gushing out of you and coating his cock and thighs. "Fuck– Fuma– fuck!"

He laughed, almost sinisterly, still pounding into you until you were completely finished.

"Fuma, what the–"

"Gotta go, guys," he cut off his friend, shutting down the computer immediately.

He barely gave you any time to come down before lifting you off his cock and spreading your legs apart while you stayed perched on his lap. "I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart," he taunted, handle of the Xbox controller slowly entering your hole. You gasped. "I'm just getting started."

The rain was tapping aggressively on the windowsill, pavement soaked and changing from light to dark grey as you stared through the glass, lost in your thoughts. You sighed, tapping your chin with your fingertips as you rested it in your palm, bouncing your legs below you and waiting patiently– or impatiently, rather.  

The Wang’s were expected to arrive soon. 

For those who knew of the drama, it would sound insane to them that you were eagerly waiting for the Wang’s to show up at your home. Everyone knew that your families hated each other, near death experiences and chaos between the two constantly being broadcasted in the local newspapers. It felt like there was a new story every day, if not multiple times a week. 

It pissed you off, honestly. Your parents had a stick so far up their ass that they weren’t willing to let the bloodlust go, essentially doing anything to uphold power in the village regardless of the destruction it caused. Thankfully, the messes never left the boundaries of your own properties, but you wouldn't put it past them to do that, truthfully. As fucked up as it sounded, you hoped how much your own home was broken– both emotionally and physically– was enough to keep them away from stooping to that level. 

The Wang’s weren’t so easy to convince, either, fighting back without hesitation anytime your family obtained the upper hand. The pettiness was crazy to you, childish, even more so with the fact that they were the protectors of the village. How the fuck were the citizens supposed to trust they’d be safe if their rulers couldn’t even be so around each other, always on the verge of breaking out in a localized war– and doing so on multiple occassions?

The only thing, or rather person, within the whole mess– which had lasted for centuries through each generation– that brought about anything good was Nicholas. 

Nicholas was the Wang’s youngest and around your age. At first, you were at each other's throats, just like the rest of yours and his siblings were. But over time, you both noticed that you weren’t so bad after all. That everything fueling your hatred towards each other was nothing more than the work of brainwashing and projection from your parents and not at all a reflection of your actual feelings towards each other. 

All of the times you walked past the music room when your family was meeting at his family’s mansion, hiding behind the doorway as you watched his fingers feather over the piano keys, the wisp of the melody calming your anxious heart. Or when he’d gaze at you through his peripheral as you sat in the corner of the study, so engrossed in some romance novel that he could see the pink rising to your cheeks, while both of your fathers yelled at each other over stupid bullshit. He was fascinated with how you could drown out their screams enough to focus on the pages. 

Eventually, it led to you two forming a friendship– secretly, of course– that over time, developed into deeper attraction to each other. All these years later, and still no one had suspected a thing. It helped that you were wizards, though, because casting small spells gave you an extra layer of protection from being caught. 

Your face lit up and heart quickened when you spotted their carriage enter the driveway. You cleared your throat, enclosing a fist in front of your face to force a stoic expression. You couldn’t afford to give away your secret. 

“Y/n,” your father’s voice called to you with a soft rap on the doorframe, “could you and your brother set the table, please? The Wang’s are arriving now.”

You rolled your eyes unnoticeably as you nodded and turned away from where you were seated to stand onto your feet. Maki was already in the kitchen when you got there, folding napkins and placing silverware. 

“Hey,” he greeted, “I’m pretty much done, can you just grab some glasses and uncork the wine?”

“Sure,” you agreed, making your way into the kitchen. You hissed, cutting your finger slightly from the metal point of the bottle opener when you reached into the drawer to grab it. Your parents could throw tantrums with perfection, but couldn’t organize a damn utensil drawer. “Repairo,” you whispered, blowing your hot breath over the small wound. It closed up a moment later. 

You heard voices down the hall, just outside of the kitchen door– greetings laced with hostility despite the fake, kind tone they spoke with. You didn’t understand why they even bothered when the sour relationship was clear between all parties. What was the point in pretending, even if only for a second?

You watched as the bodies passed by the kitchen doorway to enter the dining room, Nicholas catching your eye briefly.

“Greenhouse later,” he managed to mouth to you before disappearing with the others.

Your stomach twisted, thighs clenching as you anticipated your meeting later. There was a certain thrill that came along with seeing each other in secret, fucking each other all over the house in random places after each meeting depending on the nights events. It was adventurous and risky, the dopamine and adrenaline rush addictive. You craved to be able to sleep in the same bed and make love in an ordinary way, too, but each type of sexual rendezvous had their place. 

All throughout dinner, you and Nicholas snuck glances, feet playing with each other under the table as you sat across from one another. No one seemed to notice, except Maki. He had been suspicious for a while, but didn’t try to find out– yet. Within the past year or two, he had, fortunately, begun to see the truth and break away from the mindset forced upon him; so while he didn’t care if you two were together, there was still that small part of him that viewed the Wang’s as the devil’s spawn, so his heart clenched at the possibility– just a little.  

“Mr. Wang, if I may be so frank, your idea is rather abhorrent.” Your mother snorted, taking a sip of her wine. 

Your blood ran cold, matching Nicholas’ father’s in that same moment. His face fell, hands gripping the fork in his hands to the point of white knuckles while he glared at her. “Thanks for your input,” he said, slow and controlled, sarcasm dripping from every word. 

This wasn't new, your families’ joint meetings always ended up like this– but somehow, your body never got used to it, nerves triggered with each conversation you witnessed. 

After dinner, you and Maki cleared the table before joining the others in the living room. The atmosphere was still heavy, weighing on your chest. You sighed, praying it would pass soon, because it seemed to be lingering more than it had before. You were hoping once you were alone with Nicholas that all of the troubles would disappear, even if just for a few minutes. 

“Children, go entertain yourselves,” Nicholas' mom swatted, “the adults have business to discuss in the study.”

“Whatever,” Nicholas muttered, rolling his eyes as his parents and yours disappeared down the hall. He was twenty-three and sick of still being seen as a child by his parents. In fact, his mentor had told him that his magic wasn’t far off from surpassing the strength of theirs. A few more years and he’d easily be able to take reign, if he wanted to. No child could achieve that.

He flickered his eyes to you before motioning them towards the direction of the greenhouse. “Meet me in five,” he mouthed, beginning to walk away towards it. “Alright, you losers,” he said to his siblings jokingly, “I’m going to enjoy some solitude, so behave yourselves.” He was halfway down the hall now, “and don’t come looking for me or I’ll hex you!”

You sighed, the five minutes you had to deal with them already feeling like a nuisance. “I’m going to my room,” you announced, once the time had passed.

Maki raised his brow at you, watching as you walked off and easily connected the dots. He was worried for you, not because of Nicholas, but because of what would happen if you were caught by anyone other than him. 

Nicholas was sitting on the bench by the orchids when you arrived at the greenhouse, the faint lighting of the floor lights illuminating the path. Even in the near darkness, he was breathtaking. 

“Hey, love,” he greeted, wrapping his arms around your waist as soon as you sat down beside him. He kissed you softly, “God, I’ve missed you,” he groaned as you broke away, “I’ve been counting down the days for weeks.”

You giggled, snuggling your nose into the crook of his neck. He lifted you up so you were resting on his lap facing him. “I’ve been craving you so badly, I felt like I was about to go insane,” you expressed, fingertips trickling down his spine as you reached your arms around his shoulders while he held you. You felt him twitch in his pants, smirking a little.

“You can’t just say that,” he whined, you pulling back to look at him. He was pouting, eyes glistening in the low light. He was so easily influenced by your words, no matter how simple they were; the intention was always clear. “I’ll shove my cock into you right now if you talk to me like that again.”

“Oh, will you now?” You teased, placing your palms flat on his chest. He hissed at the contact, your fingers fiddling with the buttons of his blouse. “Does knowing how badly I need you all the fucking time make your dick wet?”

He threw his head back in defeat, hands moving from your waist to your hips as he squeezed, thrusting himself up into you, hard, just once. “You’re a menace.”

You hummed, leaning over to kiss him again. “And you love me for it.”

Just then, there was the sound of movement coming from a few feet away from where you and Nicholas were seated, both of you turning abruptly and searching the area. You quickly got off of him, heart pounding in your chest, worrying about who or what it could have been. You caught a glimpse of blonde hair as the figure nearly exited the room by the time you had turned around. 

“Fuck,” you swore, running your fingers through your hair. “That was Maki.”

You started running after him, “Y/n, wait–,” ignoring Nicholas calling after you. 

You managed to catch up to Maki, grabbing his arm and forcing him to turn around and face you. “Maki,” you exhaled, trying to catch your breath, “please, don’t–”

“Relax,” he assured, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He rubbed your hand comfortingly that rested on his wrist. “I’m not going to tell anyone.”

You stared at him, astonished. You didn’t expect to hear those words come out of him. “You’re… not?”

He shook his head. “No. I know he’s a good guy, I’ve seen it,” your heart swelled at his compliment, “mom and dad’s beliefs aren’t mine anymore, so don’t worry. My lips are sealed.” You hugged him, squeezing him so tight he gasped for air. “Jesus, sis,” he coughed as you loosened your grip, “let me live as an award for keeping your secret, not die.”

You laughed, pulling away as you gave him a slightly apologetic look. “Thank you,” you said.

“Just be careful,” he warned, “I don’t want you getting hurt– from Nico himself, our parents, or his.”

You nodded, releasing Maki and letting him go on his way. You took a deep breath, allowing your heart to settle before you went back to the greenhouse. Nicholas was pacing the floor now, no longer seated on the bench. When he caught sight of you, he rushed over with eyes widened.

“Is everything okay?”

You nodded. “He promised not to say anything.”

“Can we trust him?”

“I do,” you expressed, giving him a reassuring smile. “Nothing about his aura screamed that he was lying.”

Nicholas exhaled in relief, pulling you back into his arms as you two just stood there for a few moments embracing one another. 

“Sooo,” you pulled away, blinking up at him bashfully. He lost his mind every time you did that, “shall we continue where we left off?”

He didn’t respond with words, but with his mouth, pressing his lips into yours hard and wet. His hands grabbed your ass, lifting you up into his arms and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue met the back of your throat. He lay you down on the bench, clawing at the material of your dress as he bunched the skirt up to your waist. He gasped when he saw your dripping cunt revealed to him sooner than he expected.

“No panties?” He smirked, trailing his finger up your folds. “What a naughty girl.”

You giggled, biting your lip as you tilted your head back elated, grinding into his hands as he flattened his palms against your clit. He added pressure, circling your nub as your body began to shake. You felt his tongue enter your hole a second later, lightly massaging your walls as sweet moans fell from your lips.

“Fuck, Nico,” your body jerked up into his mouth, hard, “you always fuck me so perfectly with your tongue.”

He laughed against your core, the vibrations sending you over the edge as you squirted into his mouth, covering his lips and chin with your cum.

He rolled his eyes, swallowing every last drop. “God, baby,” he cooed, slowly leaning up from your hips as he licked his face clean of you, groaning at the taste, “I could eat your pussy all fucking day– breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

He took a moment to pause, realizing how uncomfortable it actually was to be fucking you on a cold, metal bench.

You tilted your head at him in confusion. “What’s up?”

“I just don’t want to make love to you on this bench,” he chuckled, pinching his thumb and middle finger together, “let me get something better.” He snapped his fingers and whispered a short spell to summon a mound of blankets surrounded by faux candles and decor into the free space of the greenhouse. “There,” he smiled, picking you up and carrying you over to rest you onto the blankets. “I know it’s not quite a bed, but, it’s the best I can do given our situation.”

You were mesmerized, heart warming while a few tears formed in the corners of yours eyes. He was so thoughtful, so kind, using whatever resources he had to make sure you were comfortable. “No,” you shook your head, lifting your hands up to his face as you brushed his cheek, his body hovering over yours, “it’s perfect.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down against you as your lips met again, this time more delicately than before. He hands rested on your hips, rubbing small circles into your sides as he melted into you, skin pressed together and connected. You moved one hand down to his pants, palming the growing bulge through the material. He inhaled sharply against your mouth, sputtering into your touch involuntarily. 

“Shit,” he whispered between kisses, “please touch me, y/n, I need you.” You obliged, unbuttoning his pants, him shimmying them down to his ankles without breaking the kiss, your hands finding their way into his boxers and freeing him. He choked a moan as you started pumping his shaft, slow and heated. He thrusted into your hands with a matching pace, breaths grown heavier as he was nearing release. “I’m going to fucking c–”

He let out a broken cry, releasing into your hands and some spilling past them onto your dress; it wasn’t far enough up your body to land on your bare stomach instead. You watched his face as he came down, managing to catch up to his breath quickly. His eyes went wide when he noticed the cum on your dress.

“Don’t worry about it,” you giggled, before he had the chance to say anything, “and don’t you dare apologize for it.”

He swallowed and nodded, lips twitching into a smile. A moment later, he had his hands on the hem of your skirt, lifting your dress over your body so all that you were left in was your cream, knee-high socks. He groaned at the sight, finding you so sexy and provocative when you looked like that. He aligned with your entrance, pumping himself a few times

“Wait,” you stopped him right before he could slide into you, “you casted the invisibility charm, right? I totally forgot.”

He nodded, leaning in to kiss your cheek slow and assuringly. “Of course.”

Without saying anything further, you brought his lips down against yours, tongues swirling around one another as he entered your hole with his thick, hard cock. You moaned the entirety of him bottoming you out, moving against him before he could do it himself. He loved it when you were needy, desperately taking his role and fucking yourself on him rather than the other way around. It drove him insane, the feeling of your slick covering all of him, so warm and wet.

“N-Nico,” you whined, playing with your tits as your hips continued to lift and meet his, “you feel so perfect inside of me.”

“Falling apart already?” He teased, pushing himself in deeper with a hard thrust. You yelped. He growled at the sight of your arousal on his cock. “Look at you,” he cooed, “creaming all over my cock because I fill you up so fucking good.”

“A– ngh– always,” you rolled your eyes, gasping for air as he hit your sweet spot and began to pick up speed. “Fuck, fuck, fu– you’re gonna make me come, baby.”

“Then come,” he said, low, sliding his arms under your back so he could fold you upwards while he pounded into you. “Let me feel you all over my cock.” You whimpered, his tip pistoning against your cervix, “show me how much of a good girl you are f’me.”

He kept you steady against his chest with one arm, dropping the other to your cunt so he could thumb your clit. Your body started shaking the minute it met your sensitive nub.

“Oh, shit!” You screamed, heat pooling into your stomach as you snapped, convulsing and coming down his shaft. 

Nicholas released a ragged, raspy cry as he felt your juices spill all over him, “Fuck, baby,” thrusts slowing and becoming sloppy as he came, pushing his cum into you as you both road out your highs. 

He collapsed onto your chest, gently, carefully laying you two down onto the blankets, breaths heavy and bodies intertwined with one another. You feathered kisses along his jaw as his hands delicately brushed your hair out of your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he expressed, eyes finding yours as he peered into them, unmoving and full of so much love and affection. “One day, we’ll be able to love openly.”

You smiled at him, both with a feeling of happiness and sadness. The love you two shared was heart-wrenching, bittersweet, and beautiful, all at once.

“We will,” you promised, “I’ll never let anyone or anything take you away from me.” 

The cockpit was roasting, skin on fire, your breaths heavy, the body of the car vibrating immensely with each turn. Your eyes flickered to the left mirror, noticing Jay coming up on your side quickly. He was too fast. If you made one wrong move, your spot in first would be fucked. Even though he was wearing a helmet that hid his face, it wasn’t hard to tell he was smirking underneath it. He was calm and calculated, as he always was, riding on your tail up until the last second.

The opening was clear. Your eyes widened while you gritted your teeth, groaning loudly as he passed you. How the fuck did I miss that gap? You thought to yourself, aggravated.

“Y/n,” your mechanic muffled over the speaker, “you can get back in first if you accelerate on this next turn.”

“Shit,” you swore, eyes moving frantically between Jay just inches in front of you and the other racers coming up behind you quickly, “fucking bastard.”

You were focused, the roar of the engine filling up your lungs as if it was your oxygen, eyelids low to hone in on your final opportunity to surpass Jay once and for all. 

You tried. Really fucking tried. But Jay knew how you moved all too well, blocking you from taking back first place. You suspected he was laughing in the driver’s seat, a smug look plastered on his face that would piss you off the moment he removed his helmet post-race.

You crossed the finish line in second, soon pulling into the pit, angrily throwing your helmet into your seat as you let yourself out of the mobile sauna. “Fuck this,” you growled, brushing your fingers frustratingly through your sweaty strands. The salt dripped down the sides of your face and landed on your lips, the bitter taste matching how you felt.

It was always like this. You’d maintain first up until the last few turns of the final lap, then Jay would pull his hat trick and pass you at the very last second. You had no idea how he did it, because from a spectators point of view, his maneuver seemed so simple. Maybe that was the trick; if everyone expected some grand overtake, something so complicated that it would be nearly impossible to figure out on the spot how to hit back, then no one would plan for such a plain yet detrimental blow.

“Well, well, well,” Jay’s cocky voice made you sick. You brushed past him towards the reporters, not even sparing him as much as a look. “Hey,” he whined, pouting as he watched you walk away. He just laughed, shaking his head at your pettiness. You were a killjoy when it came to losing races, but he would be lying if he didn’t find it entertaining. It turned him on knowing how pissed off it made you when he beat your ass seconds before your taste of victory.

He joined you and the third place winner, glancing sideways at you as you threw on your fake, customer service persona to answer whatever questions the reporters had for you. Jay never failed to notice the way your hands clenched at your sides when they asked you about your skillset and why it kept you stagnant in winning second podium. Your potential was astounding, and even for Jay, he was shocked you never managed to take first back from him over the past three years you two were racing together. He knew you could. You knew you could. But where you excelled in grit, he outweighed you in strategy. And that was going to be the death of a first place win for you if you couldn't figure out how to improve. 

“So… second place?” Niki, the bartender, and at that point given how often you ended up at the bar after a race, a friend of yours, inquired while passing you a shot of tequila. “It’s on the house, by the way.”

You glared at him and scoffed, leaning back in the bar chair with your arms crossed. “How would you even know that?”

“Your face says it all, y/n,” he shrugged, palms against the countertop as he leaned over it, “but I also put on the race earlier.”

“Right,” you muttered, chugging your shot of tequila with a scrunched face, “of course you watched me get obliterated by that asshole Jay Park.”

He chuckled, grabbing a napkin and sliding it over to you as he watched some of the liquor sneak past your lips and drip down your chin. You muttered a quick thank you. “He’s not so bad,” Niki admitted, “you’re just too ambitious for your own good sometimes.”

You threw your head back with a groan before tossing your crumpled napkin teasingly at him. He caught it with a smile before it met his face. “You’re supposed to be on my side, remember?” You sighed, “you’re my friend.”

“And you’re both killer drivers that deserve your medals,” he responded, “friend or not, you both work your asses off and I give credit where it’s due.”

You pouted, resting your chin into our palm as you nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” 

He was, and you knew it. It was a punch to the ego whenever you acknowledged Jay’s skill, but you two were neck to neck on all fronts; you might have your beef with the guy, but he was extremely talented. Which is what pissed you off, because he was so nonchalant about it. He was actually seemingly pretty humble on the outside, but you were convinced he was a silent egoist. Or maybe that was just the projection of your own outward frustration over still not achieving first place talking.

You weren’t even sure how it began, anyway, your rivalry with Jay. You both started out as rookies on equal footing. It didn’t take long for you to recognize how good of a driver he was, and you were deeply moved by him. Over time, that admiration morphed into jealousy with each loss of first place. You used to be proud of winning second on the podium– until you weren’t anymore. Now, you barely even gave it any thought, immediately succumbing to frustration of losing first every damn time. Perhaps there was a deeply rooted shame hidden behind it; being a top driver in a male-dominated sport was no easy feat. No matter how well you did, it felt like everyone would dismiss your talent and insist you could never win first because you were a girl. It was old school thinking and truly disgusting, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t motivate you to push harder. You were going to prove that you, along with every other female driver, belonged. You had to.

“Speak of the devil,” Niki chuckled, tilting his head towards the entrance of the bar.

You looked back over your shoulder and saw Jay stepping through the doorway. He noticed you immediately, sending you a wave, which you purposefully ignored as you rolled your eyes and faced forward towards Niki again.

You didn’t expect anything less from Jay as he took the empty seat next to you. Of course he would, because he liked to make you tick. 

“Can I help you, Jay?” You sighed, still not looking at him, fingertips tapping on the counter top.

“What?” He pouted, “can’t a guy hangout with his fellow driver?” He teased and you scoffed, shooting him daggers. He just smirked, lifting his finger up for Niki’s attention. “Whatever’s on tap and a refill for her, please,” he ordered.

You just stared at him blankly. “Are you trying to piss me off even more?” You raised your brow at him, lips tight, “you’ve already done enough today.”

He cackled. Genuinely cackled, and loudly enough that a few other people in the bar turned to look in your direction for a second. He took a sip of his beer before answering you. “You’re really tough to crack, aren’t you?” He taunted. “I won fair and square, don’t go acting like I planned some grand fraudulent scheme.”

“Whatever,” you muttered, tsking at him as you swallowed your shot. You huffed as the liquid burned your throat, lips pursing together and eyes squeezing shut.

“Not as tough as you make yourself out to be, are you?” Jay chuckled, watching your reaction from the liquor. “Can’t even handle your alcohol.”

You turned to him abruptly and glared. He just kept smiling wickedly, heart pounding in his chest the angrier you got. To him, it was so fucking hot when you got like this. But, he never made an effort to tell you that. Not yet. He wanted to. He would eventually. He just wasn’t sure when. Perhaps, he wanted to break you a little more before doing so. 

“You’re such a dick, Jay!” You hissed, jumping out of the stool and stomping away towards the bathroom. You were livid, figuring splashing some cool water on your face might help fix that.

Niki and Jay were left alone now, Jay quietly sipping at his beer while Niki observed him. He wasn’t sure how you never noticed yourself yet, but it wasn’t that shocking, considering how blinded you were by your one-sided beef with Jay.

“You’re so into her.” Niki stated, arms crossed with a smirk.

Jay nodded. “Damn right I am.”

“Y/n,” your mechanic sighed, yawning over the mic, “you’ve been practicing for hours, let’s call it a night. You’re going to exhaust yourself before the race this weekend.”

“Fine,” you huffed, “I’m pulling into the pit now.”

She handed you a water bottle and sweat towel upon exiting the car, watching you intently as you cooled off and relaxed. One of your favourite things about being a driver was the practice runs when no one else was on the track– just you, the hum of the engine, and your thoughts. Your mechanic was used to knowing what you needed by now when you did this, opting to only speak to you when it was getting late. She was your anchor, always being sure to pull you back to reality when it was necessary. You knew how much steam you needed to blow off, while she never failed to sense when you were pushing your body past its limit.

“You should really just stay in the hotel tomorrow,” she recommended, “you’ve been working hard nonstop, you deserve a break.”

As much as you wanted to protest, she was right. 

You awoke to the sun shining through the hotel window, your legs wrapped around the extra pillows while the blankets were thrown messily on the mattress. You couldn't even recall when you returned to the hotel the night before, showered, or fell asleep. Your mechanic was right, as always– you really need to fucking relax. The exhaustion was catching up to you and fast. 

You spent the majority of the day watching Netflix and munching on leftovers, but as evening approached, you were beginning to feel restless. You needed to get out of that damn room, even if only for a little bit.

You decided to go back to the bar– not to drink as you had a race the following day, but just to chat with Niki and sip on a ginger ale. You texted him and asked if he was working that night, to which he replied that he was.

“Couldn’t make it a full day inside, huh?” He joked, already having the ginger ale ready for you when you entered the bar.

“Yeah, yeah,” you swatted at him teasingly as you took a seat, “you should know by now how much I can barely sit still.”

Things were calm as you and Niki conversed about random topics. He proceeded to tell you about some jackass that ended up in his bar the previous day, which he had to kick out himself. 

“Huh,” you smiled, “you seem way too gentle to be the one to do that.”

He laughed, wiping his hands with the bar towel. “I am usually a chill guy, yeah, but sometimes I have to be a bit of a bitch.”

“Don’t we all.”

Then you heard it. The laugh. Jay’s laugh. Followed by what sounded like a woman’s. You felt it. The uncomfortable twist in your stomach, the unwelcomed ache swelling in your chest. Your heart sank. Niki was looking in their direction, to which you followed his eyes and dared to look yourself. Your breath hitched in your throat the moment you did, because Jay wasn’t looking at the girl he was with. 

He was looking at you.

His arm was hanging around her shoulder while she pawed at his chest, but he was stiff, boldly keeping his eyes on you until the girl started pouting and questioning what he was staring at.

“Nothing,” he cooed, glancing at her for a moment to give her some reassurance. “What were you saying?”

He wasn’t interested in reigniting his old fling. He was just bored and in need of a night out and to get his dick wet. There was a part of him that hoped he’d find you at the bar. And when he did, all of his plans flew out the window.

Because all he wanted was you.

You turned back around, face pale and brows furrowed. Niki was quite the observer, being able to read your feelings easily; it was obvious that you had feelings for Jay, too. You just had to admit it to yourself.

“Can I have one of your cigs?” You asked him, biting your lip nervously.

He raised his brow at you for a moment with hesitancy. “Since when do you smoke?”

“It’s not my first time,” you snapped slightly, “I’m just… stressed.”

Slowly, Niki fished into his pocket and pulled out his lighter and box of Malboro’s. He handed you one of the prepared cigarettes along with the lighter. 

“Thank you,” you nodded, stepping away from the bar and heading towards the back door.

Jay hadn’t been drinking, but he was heating up. He watched as the door closed behind you, then looked over at the girl he came with. “I’ll be back,” he said.

“Where are you going–”

He was too far away at this point, pushing through the back door to find you. You were standing right beside it, leaning against the wall with your eyes shut. The smoke fell aimlessly from your lips as you exhaled, releasing all of the tension from your body. 

“Hey,” Jay greeted you gently.

Your eyes shot open wide. You weren’t expecting him to be there in front of you. “What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I need to talk to you.”

“What is there to talk about?”

He frowned, taking a step closer. Your legs shuffled backwards involuntarily, but since the wall stopped you from moving any further, you just straightened your back up against it. “Y/n–”

You rolled your eyes. “Shouldn’t you be back inside spending time with your date?”

He swallowed with a sigh. “She’s not my date,” he said, “I was just bored.”

“Some gentleman you are.”

“You know nothing about me.”

“Oh?” You snapped, throwing the cigarette on the ground to snuff it out. “I know nothing about you?”

Jake was heated now, frustrated, the corners of his mouth twitching to scowl. “You don’t.”

“Right,” you laughed bitterly, “so you’re not secretly celebrating my defeat every time I lose to you during a race? Making fun of the fact a woman wants to make it as an F1 driver?”

“I’m not.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“What happened to us?” He asked, face falling. You felt like you’d been punched in the gut seeing him like that. Maybe you were going too far. “We used to be friends, when the fuck did that change?”

“When you started killing my dream little by little.”

He was so close to you now that your chests were nearly pressed together while his hands rested beside your head on the brick wall, caging you in. “I didn’t kill your dream,” he said, low and confident, “you did.” You gritted your teeth, lifting your arm up to his chest to shove him away, but his hand caught your wrist instead. Your heart felt like it was about to burst. “You have this false idea of me in your head that I’m some asshole who wishes for your demise every time we’re on the track, that I’m a monster who plots your downfall like it’s my fucking life purpose.” His breath was fanning your face now, your stomach tight, thighs pressing together. “Everything you believe about me is just bullshit,” he hissed, “but you’re too blinded by your one-sided hatred to see that.”

“What makes you any different?” You shot back– you weren’t one to back down so easily. “You waltz onto the course like you’re some kind of god, how could I not think you’re hiding something sinister behind your modest persona?” 

He laughed. “This is exactly what I mean. You’re so convinced I’m such a horrible person that you can’t even for a second believe that I might actually not be.” Your breaths were heavy, heart racing. “You think the whole world is out to get you, but I’ve been here, on your side, the whole fucking time.”

You stopped breathing for a moment. “What?” You were confused by his admission. “What do you–”

“I don’t cut you any slack on the track, because you don’t need me to,” he exhaled, “you’re so fucking talented, but you lose your confidence the second I challenge you,” he gently placed your arm back at your side. “You have every bit of potential inside of you to beat me, to be the greatest fucking racer there is– and you know damn well how– but you don’t use it.” You didn’t like what you were hearing. You didn’t like how vulnerable he was making you feel, spitting the truth at you like he was peering deeply into your soul through his words. “Instead of using my success as an excuse to fuel your aimless hatred, use it to push yourself towards your goal.”

He backed away from you. You stayed frozen, stunned by how he had just spoken to you. You were at loss for words.

“Just so you know,” he added, voice now quiet and deflated, “I have said nothing but good things about you off the track.”

He was no longer in front of you, having gone back inside the bar. The tears started welling up in the corners of your eyes, and before you realized it, you were unable to stop yourself from full-on sobbing. You bit your lip to keep quiet, falling to your knees as you allowed his words to really sink in. He had believed in you this whole time? You really were too caught up in the pointless game of hating him from your side that you never noticed the ways he was actually helping you.

All of the times he gave you pointers when you passed by him after a race. All of the times he positively quoted you in an article. All of the times guests at events you attended with your fellow drivers complimented you with the mention of hearing good things from Jay.

You felt sick. Disappointed. Shameful. To think that you were causing not only yourself to suffer, but Jay, who once was your friend, through your lack of confidence and self-destruction made your heart shatter into a million pieces.

And you weren’t sure how to put them back together. 

Jay barely interacted with you during race weekend outside of a nod in passing. He didn’t seem to carry the same cocky energy he usually did, either, eyes focused and dark as he won first place again that Saturday.

You felt defeated, yet this time, not from losing first place– from losing him.

You found him at the bar again that night. He was alone, talking with Niki. You frowned, heart tightening in your chest as you hesitantly pulled open the door to enter. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea to face him. Perhaps he never wanted to speak with you again.

Niki saw you first, sending you a sympathetic smile as you stepped closer towards the two of them. Jay slowly glanced your way, eyes falling to the floor once he noticed you were there. He didn’t move from the bar stool, though, just turning back to face away from you.

Niki silently stepped away towards the opposite end of the bar to assist some other customers, mostly just to leave you and Jay alone to talk.

“Hey,” you greeted, voice nearly whispering. You took a seat beside him. “Can we talk?” He sighed, allowing his head to turn to you. His eyes looked tired. Your face grew pale. “Are you okay?”

“Since when do you care?” He scoffed bitterly, taking a sip of his coke.

You cringed, though his response was warranted. “I’m sorry,” your voice cracked, “I should have given you a chance, to believe you didn’t secretly hate me, but I was so caught up in my insecurities that I ruined our friendship.” He didn’t say anything, the near silent bubbling of his soda on ice filling your ears. “You know, you were my first real friend when we were rookies,” you smiled suddenly at the memory, “when all of the other guys were disrespecting me, which I supposed I should have expected as the only woman there, you were quick to step in and tell them off.” You glanced at him, wondering if he would yet have something to say, but he didn’t. “I’m sorry I forgot how much of a good guy you are after all this time.”

He slowly lowered his glass, the light clank of the bottom hitting the surface echoing off the table top as he permitted himself to turn and face you completely. “You really hurt me,” he admitted, voice pained, “I couldn’t understand why someone who I believed was a close friend of mine suddenly started to push me away without any explanation." Your lips quivered as you felt saddened now knowing what he went through back then because of you. “I tried to mask it with the teasing, cocky confidence, but it was actually killing me inside that I couldn’t talk to you how I used to.”

“Jay,” you croaked, “I’m so fucking sorry,” heart hurting, “god, what have I done?”

Jay’s soft smile was laced with both pain and empathy. “I get it,” he continued, “I would have done the same thing if I were you. To be the only person like me in a place that brought so much joy and happiness, only to be constantly othered and put down by others would make me feel misplaced, too.” Your heart swelled with warmth as he understood the motivation for your actions. “I just wish you would have trusted me enough to tell me how you were feeling.”

“I know,” you nodded, “I should have let you in.”

He was standing up now, grabbing the coat off the back of the chair. You started to panic, thinking he was just about to up and leave you.

But, then he spoke again, “let’s get out of here,” bringing you peace of mind as he extended his hand towards you.

And you smiled in a way you hadn’t because of him in such a long time. It felt like you had gone back in time to when things between you two were okay. “Yeah,” you nodded, “let’s.”

Monaco was warm, the late summer breeze brushing against your skin like a comforting hug. The beach was barren besides the moonlight shining down on the water. You and Jay sat beside each other in the sand, just quietly basking in each other’s presence, along with the stunning scenery. 

After some time, you spoke. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” Jay nodded.

“Why were you always pushing my buttons?” You asked. “I get you were trying to hide your pain with a cocky attitude, but I don’t know… I can’t help but feel like there’s another reason.”

He chuckled nervously. “I don’t think you want me to tell you the answer to that.”

“I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t.” For a moment, he debated whether to be honest or lie. You were just starting to reconnect, and if he were to admit that seeing you pissed off made him horny as fuck, that’d most likely push you away again. “Just don’t lie to me.”

He found it ironic you requested honesty, considering you had been doing the opposite to him for the last few years. Well, maybe not lying, exactly, but surely not sharing your true feelings. 

“If I tell you,” he said slowly, “then you have to promise me you won’t run away again.” He looked at you, eyes serious. “You don’t have to agree, and I wouldn’t do anything without your permission just… please keep being my friend, that’s all I ask.”

You laughed. “Damn, what exactly are you about to say? You’re kind of scaring me,” you teased.

“Promise me.”

You swallowed, nodding your head from his seemingly assertive tone. “Promise.”

“I could say that the reason was because I was still angry at you,” Jay took a deep breath, “but that's not why I did it,” moving his gaze to face forward towards the darkened sea. “I find it incredibly sexy when you’re mad,” he exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut nervously. He heard you gasp beside him, silently fighting himself for actually saying that out loud to you, hoping he didn’t just fuck everything up. “There,” he sighed, “that’s the truth.”

“Oh,” you whispered, trying to process what he had just told you. Your cheeks ran hot, stomach churning, thoughts running a mile a minute. And as if all of the feelings for Jay you had suppressed were awakened, you were growing restless. You needed him to fuck the attitude out of you. 

You surprised yourself when you lifted your legs to straddle his lap, Jay’s breath hitching in his throat in shock as he watched you move. “Y/n,” he breathed, “w–what–”

You placed your palm over his mouth to shut him up, smirking down at him wickedly. You might as well have some fun with this reignited desire of yours, if he so wished to reciprocate. “You said I’m sexy when I’m mad, right?” You cooed. He nodded, his breath coating your hands. “Then teach me how to behave.”

Jay didn’t think twice, dragging you with him off the beach and towards the car. You two barely made it back to his place before he had you pinned against the front door, slamming it shut as you entered the house. His hands were all over your body, exploring every crevice, mouth licking and sucking each pulse point along your neck.

“Oh, god,” you hissed, digging your nails into his shoulders as his hands dropped to grab your ass. He gave it a hard squeeze before picking you up to move to the bedroom, your legs involuntarily wrapping around his waist. 

He lay you on the bed gently, but only for a moment. He fumbled through one of his drawers, pulling out a pair of fuzzy, black handcuffs. Your eyes went wide, breath shallow, thighs squeezing together with anticipation as he forced your hands over your head and clamped them around your wrists. Your lips parted, a quiet sigh escaping through them.

He smirked down at you wickedly, biting his lip as he slowly undressed himself, deliberately taking his sweet time so it would be agonizing for you. The subtle whimpers that you let out only pushed him further to keep up with his antics. 

“Wow,” he laughed, “I haven’t even done anything and you're already compliant. Guess I don’t need to tame you, then.” He shrugged, reaching down to the floor to pick up the clothes he had just removed to put them back on.

You couldn’t have that. Not when you were dripping so much for his cock. “What the hell?” You seethed. “Are you fucking serious?”

“I am,” he purred, “you clearly don’t need me to teach you a lesson.”

“I swear to fucking god if you don’t fuck me right now, Jay,” you growled, bringing yourself to sit up so you could reach your trapped hands over and touch him.

He hissed as your fingers brushed his exposed tip, his hands wrapping around your neck in the matter of seconds. You choked, eyes glazing over with pure desire. “Did I say you could touch me?”

“Fuck you,” you spat, gritting your teeth.

He squeezed harder and you moaned. His cock twitched while his eyes flickered over you from head to toe. “A bitch, aren’t you?” He taunted, “get on your fucking knees and suck my cock, then, if you’re gonna act like a brat.”

“Oh, no, no,” your smile was sinister. Jay’s heart was pumping wildly. This is exactly what he was hoping for, “I won’t be giving you any attention until you have me squirting down your fucking throat.”

He pursed his lips. “Guess we’ll just sit here, then.”

But you had other plans. Somehow you managed to lift your legs up high enough to wrap around his neck and force him down to your body. When you had him close enough, you pushed his shoulders back further with your feet so his head was now resting right above your core. You smirked wider. His cock was pulsing from the way you were treating him. “Make me come, Jay,” you demanded, words dark and flirtatious, “eat my fucking pussy.”

“I don’t think so,” he shot back. 

Before you could even blink, he had you flipped over onto your stomach, hand pressing the back of your neck down into the mattress while the other came in contact with your ass with a hard slap. You yelped, squeezing your fists together that extended above your head against the bed. He gripped both the waist band of your leggings and your panties, pulling them down to your ankles and off your body swiftly, the cool air brushing against your exposed cunt sending a shiver up your spine. 

“Jesus christ,” Jay cursed, fingers running through your folds. You hissed, core throbbing. “You’re fucking dripping.”

“Don’t get too excited,” you taunted, “I’m like this because of Heeseung, I mean, do you see the way his fucking suit squeezes his body?” You were bullshitting to rile Jay up even more. “God,” you groaned dramatically, “the way his cock just begs to be released and fucked behind–”

You cut yourself off with a scream, Jay’s hand landing harshly on your cunt. “Want to try that again, sweetheart?” He hissed. He both hated and loved the way you spoke so filthily about one of your other fellow drivers. “Don’t lie to yourself.”

You giggled as he tapped his fingertips against your clit, falling into a fit of moans when he started to circle you more precisely. You gripped the sheets, voice cracking, as he toyed with your sensitive nub. Your body jolted the second he inserted two fingers into your soaked hole, curling upwards deep and slow while his pace on your clit remained fast. 

“Oh, f–fuck!” you choked, “I’m gonna–” Jay didn’t let you finish. He pulled away from you suddenly, your body mourning the pleasure of his touch. “What the hell?” You scoffed, taken aback.

You turned your head to the side enough to look back at him, only to be met with a smug expression. “That’s enough teaching for today.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“So I’ve been told.” He pulled you up aggressively so your back was now flush against his chest, his hands moving from the back of your neck to the front again. You felt his tip brush against your sex, and you whimpered. “But you’re letting me ruin you, hm?” He pressed. “So you must actually fucking love me.”

You screamed as he pushed into you with one, hard, deep thrust, your cuffed hands hanging in front of your stomach begging to be able to do more than reach up and grab his wrist to steady him around your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You whined, legs shaking the more he brushed against your sensitive walls. 

Jay could feel it, that you were close. So, he pulled out of you again, still keeping you trapped against his chest.

“I swear to fucking god, Jay,” you hissed, pushing your ass back against him in hopes he’d slip himself back inside. “You’re unbelievable.”

“No,” he smirked, “I’m making sure the lesson really sinks into that beautiful head of yours.” 

His breath brushed your ear before he bit down on the lobe. You sighed in elation. His fingers creeped around the front of your body again, teasing your bundle of nerves. His tongue ran along your back and shoulders, teeth sinking into you, despite the clothed barrier, on occasion to leave shades of purple and blue along your skin. You groaned, eyes rolling as he increased his speed. Your legs began to weaken, Jay’s grip being the only thing that was keeping you from falling face first back onto the bed. He slid his cock into you again as he sensed you nearing your peak, tip slamming against your cervix with each flick of the hips. Your throat released a constant stream of ungodly sounds.

“Fuck, do you hear yourself?” Jay grunted, breaths growing heavy, “so fucking dirty, letting me wreck you like this.”

“M–more, Jay,” you breathed. But he didn’t listen, stilling against you abruptly. “Are you fucking–”

He didn’t give you time to finish, flipping you onto your back and throwing your legs over his shoulders, thumb pressed firmly against your clit and tip barely grazing your soaked hole. You glared at him. “Go ahead, baby,” he cooed, “finish what you were saying.”

“I’m going to fucking–”

He slammed into you, hard and raw, causing you to choke out a moan. You screamed as he kept his pace relentless, his thumb rubbing your clit without remorse as your body began to convulse uncontrollably.

“Holy fuck,” you mewled, digging your nails into the palms of your hands, “I’m– shit– coming–”

Jay growled as he felt you squirt around his cock, watching as your juices spurted out of you, dripping down your inner thighs and soaking the sheets. “That’s it,” he grunted, feeling you squeeze him while he continued pistoning into you mercilessly, “fucking come all over me, baby.”

Jay wasn’t done with you yet. He pulled out of you quickly, only to lean over and slurp all of you up, daring to curl two fingers into you while his tongue flattened against your swollen bud. 

“F–fuck, Jay!” You squealed, “I–it’s too much–”

“Give me another,” he muttered against you, not stopping his work on your body, “let me taste you some more, pretty.”

You whimpered, eyes rolling violently, back arching so aggressively you thought your spine might break. Drool coated your chin, voice ragged and destroyed as you released again, ears ringing from the intensity of your orgasm. “FUCK!”

Jay moaned against your sex, drinking up every last drop and slurping on his fingers before he stood up to pump himself a few times and slam into your battered, pulsing hole again.

You cried, clenching around his cock with each intentional thrust, your eyes watering and ecstasy flowing through your veins.

“J-Jay!” You moaned, body trembling and refusing to sit still. “Holy fu– faster– mph– faster!” 

“Fuck,” he growled, hand landing on your throat once more to keep you pinned against the mattress, “keep sucking me in like that,” he hissed, pelvis slapping against your ass mercilessly as he felt himself beginning to fall apart. “Fucking milk me, y/n.”

You were speaking gibberish at this point, every whine, every curse, every need falling from your lips in nothing but animalistic sounds of pleasure. You felt so full, so warm, with his cock inside of you.

“Come, Jay,” you moaned your demand, nails piercing your palms, metal digging into your wrists, hips meeting him halfway to push him over the edge, “fucking fill me up.”

“Oh, god–,” his body shook, a deep guttural groan bursting out of his chest as he let go, hips sputtering against yours, “take it,” sloppy thrusts squeezing all of his cum out of his length as he spurted his hot seed into your cunt. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he sighed, stilling in you once he had finished coating your every crevice. 

He collapsed forward onto your chest, synchronized breaths filling your ears like the most beautiful song, holding each other tight as you slowly came down from your highs and allowed yourselves to settle into one another. Your hands ran lazily down his spine, his hands sliding beneath the material of your shirt that, while he was too engrossed in fucking you, forgot to remove. His hand stayed at the sides of your ribs, running sweet, comforting circles along your skin.

“Jay,” you called him softly.

He tiredly lifted his head so he could look at you. “Hm, yeah?” He breathed.

You giggled. God, he was so fucking cute like this. So different from the race track. So different from back then. “I want you,” you said, “I didn’t realize it until recently, but fuck, I’m in love with you.”

He was beaming, blush staining his cheeks. Then, he leaned down and feathered a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Finally,” he said sweetly, “you realize you feel it, too.”

Ever since you could remember, being best friends with Yudai, Nicholas, and Fuma had always been a breeze. 

Your families were practically one, big one at this point, all of your parents having been college friends that stayed close-knit even after graduating and moving into adulthood. When the four of you were born, it was only natural you’d be bound to grow up with each other. You couldn’t remember a time in your life when you weren’t all together– it didn’t exist.

Now, it was as if the four of you were continuing the legacy, being college students yourselves. Just like your own parents, you hoped the four of you would still be friends beyond the final years of school.

There was one key difference, though, between them and the four of you– there weren't any complicated feelings involved.

Truth be told, each of your parents only had eyes for each other– shockingly, there wasn’t any mixture of hurt feelings and attraction to the others inside the group as they became more fond of one another.

But for you… Well, you didn’t know the burning fire within Yudai, Nicholas, and Fuma that was searing hot, almost melting away their sense of reason.

You had always found the three of them attractive. Who wouldn’t? But, to avoid complicating the friendship, you always dated other people. It never lasted, though, and part of the reason was the fact your three best friends were men. Unfortunately, a lot of people passed judgement with that fact, thinking you were hiding some weird fantasy and were only using them as a second choice.

Honestly, they weren’t completely wrong. Yeah, you’d thought about them passing you around like a fucktoy for years, but your lips were sealed. At some point, you just learned to live with that desire and suppress it as much as possible.

But, eventually hidden feelings reveal themselves, don’t they?

Saturday night was designated game night in your shared dorm– the four of you applied for student housing together, and luckily, were approved to live in the same apartment.

Yeah, an explosive cocktail of sexual feelings was bound to erupt with that arrangement. 

“What the fuck?” Yudai scoffed, crossing his arms, “you’re clearly cheating.”

“How dare you,” Fuma shot back, mockingly placing his hand over his heart, “I’m hurt you’d think that.”

Nicholas snorted, spinning the wheel for his turn. You gasped as he landed on the next space, ending the game in one, clean sweep.

He smirked, leaning back onto his palms pridefully. “See what happens when you two argue? You miss your opportunity.” He dropped his character piece onto the board with a victorious thud, then stood up from the floor. “I win.”

“Fuuuuuuck,” Fuma groaned, throwing his head into his hands, “son of a bitch.”

Nicholas laughed, dragging his feet over towards the kitchen counter to fix himself a drink. “Celebratory shots?”

Yudai raised his brow. “Why would I want to celebrate the fact I lost?”

“Because you love me and are so happy about my success.”

He sighed, “Yeah, no,” then rolled his eyes with a playful grin, “but I’ll take a shot, anyway.”

Nicholas poured the vodka into four shot glasses, then carefully carried them back over to the game set up in the living room. “To me,” he said smugly, lifting his glass up into the air, “for once again, being the best at everything.”

You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh, Yudai and Fuma joining you soon after.

Nicholas just smiled wider. “Laugh all you want, peasants, you know I’m right.”

He was always so charming, Nicholas. He wasn’t actually that arrogant of a person, but he enjoyed acting that way on purpose to rile everyone up, specifically during game night– it didn’t do much for you, but it was entertaining to see how pissed off it made Fuma and Yudai. 

One thing that did do something for you, though, was blurting out in tipsy boldness that the four of you should play a round of strip poker. Your skin was hot, thoughts going haywire as your freudian slip escaped your mouth. 

Yudai let out a shaky breath. Nicholas’ eyes flickered from yours down to your cherry lips. 

Fuma blinked at you in surprise. “Did… Did I hear that right?”

You covered your face in embarrassment, but your stomach was on fire. “Yeah,” you gulped, refusing to look at them. “Yeah, I said we should play strip poker.”

Yudai licked his lips, then crossed his legs. “Well,” he cooed, “I’m game.”

“Me too,” Nicholas chimed in. Fuck, his pants were tight as hell.

The two of them looked at Fuma while you slowly peaked your eyes out from under your palms. “And you?” You asked him, voice low and nearly inaudible.

Yudai and Nicholas were waiting for his response, smug smiles resting on their faces. 

Fuma glanced between the three of you. His heart felt like it was about to explode. “Yeah, sure,” he nodded slowly, “let’s do it.”

And, well, that purposeful accident of yours is what got you four into this beautiful, sexy mess.

“Jesus Christ," Yudai exhaled, unable to remove his gaze from your exposed chest. 

All of you were left in nothing but underwear.

You smirked, intentionally leaning back in such a way that it teased them and garnered their attention. “What was that, Yudai?” You purred, biting your lip.

He swallowed, cock twitching in his boxers. You noticed.

“I knew you were hot, but damn,” Nicholas whistled from beside you, licking his lips as he lowered his lids with darkness, “you were hiding that from us this whole time?”

“Oh, c’mon,” you rolled your eyes and giggled, “don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you stare at me in a bikini every time we go to the beach.”

He smirked. “So, why not say anything?”

Your cheeks ran hot, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. “I– um, I didn’t want to fuck up the friendship.”

Fuma laughed loudly, surprised by your assumption. “Ruin? You think openly admitting we wanted each other would ruin us? Man, is our friendship that weak in your eyes?” He was smiling lightheartedly with the last statement, but it did hold a question for you to consider.

You shrugged. “It seems to be that way for most people.”

“Yeah, well,” Yudai, who sat across from you, had now lifted himself onto his knees and slowly leaned his body across the floor closer to you. He stopped his face merely inches away from yours. “We’re not most people, are we?”

You inhaled sharply. “What are you saying?” You asked, voice shaky.

“We’re saying,” Nicholas had shifted closer to you, brushing your hair behind your ears with an endeavor, “that whatever happens next here won’t ruin anything.”

You looked at Fuma, who’s back was leaning against the front of the couch with his hands resting behind his head, just observing. He gave you a simple nod of the head and smile, letting you know he was also in on it.

Your heart couldn’t slow down, and if it weren’t for the way you were sitting, the big, fat wet stain on your panties would be undeniably visible. You took a deep breath, gaze flickering back to Yudai and Nicholas who stayed perched closely to you.

“Alright, then,” you said, breaking out into a sultry expression, “as long as you only ruin me tonight.”

You truly never expected to find yourself under your three best friends, getting wrecked and fucked into next year– you thought you’d take those fantasies with you to the grave.

“Fuck, fuck,” Nicholas grunted, fisting your hair as he fucked your mouth slow and deep, “thatta girl, take all of my cock.”

You moaned against him, vibrations along his length sending pulses of ecstasy through his veins. He shivered, grunting with each thrust down your throat.

Your legs were on fire, shaking uncontrollably as Yudai pistoned into you without remorse, gripping your hips as if his life depended on it with each slam of his pelvis against your ass.

“You’re so tight, y/n, shit,” he gasped, hips stuttering each time his tip kissed your cervix, “can’t believe we waited so long to do this.”

Fuma was filthily sucking your clit, the sweet sounds of his sloppy tongue on your bundle of nerves mixing effortlessly with yours around Nicholas.

You choked as Nicholas hit the back of your throat hard and deep just as Yudai brushed against your pleasure point and Fuma flattened his tongue against your cunt. Your hands didn’t know where to go, alternating between flailing desperately along the sheets and grabbing any parts of the three guys you could reach.

“Shit, you gonna come for me?” Yudai growled, sensing your arousal increasing around his length with each flick of the hips, “you’re so fucking wet, oh my god.”

“Be a good girl and squirt on Yudai’s cock and my face, hm?” Fuma muttered, eyes rolling as his teeth gently grazed your clit. You screamed, nearly forcing Nicholas out of your mouth.

Nicholas' head fell backwards, cock pulsing against your tongue as he pushed into your mouth one final time, dripping his hot seed down your throat. He looked at you again, watching in awe as you swallowed all of him. “God, look at you, so desperate," he hissed, sending shallow thrusts until you milked him completely, “you love my cum, baby, don’t you?”

You nodded profusely, letting out an ungodly moan once Nicholas removed himself from your mouth. Your back arched, legs shaking violently as Yudai and Fuma sent you over the edge with the magical, synchronized workings of their cock and mouth.

“Fuck!” You screamed, one hand flying up to grab Fuma’s hair and push him harder against your cunt, the other digging their nails into Yudai’s shoulder, “I’m gonna fucking come–”

Your throat cracked, juices spilling out of you down the sides of Yudai’s cock and your inner thighs. Fuma wasted no time licking up the splashes that landed on his face, moaning in ecstasy at your taste.

“So sweet,” he muttered, smirking down at you as he slowly lifted his head away from your core. 

You were panting, pussy throbbing as Yudai reached his peak, pulling out at the last possible second to shoot hot ropes of cum onto your exposed tummy.

“Shit!” He cried, fisting himself as he stared at your beautiful, fucked-out face, “you’re so perfect, fuck.”

He collapsed beside you with a loud exhale, still blissful from the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him just moments before.

“Unreal,” Nicholas cooed, leaning over and placing a delicate kiss to your cheek.

Fuma kneeled over and kissed your thighs sweetly, a soft hum falling from your lips. “I hope you know the only thing ruined here for us tonight is the fact this definitely won’t be the last time we do this.”

This is a situation you never imagined you’d find yourself in. 

A masquerade, hand-in-hand with your boss’ son– a publicity stunt– forcing a pretty, friendly smile on your face. Your boss, unfortunately, has always been insistent on you being a perfect match for her son as a partner–not a real one, of course. You were absolutely breathtaking and one of her top employees, so unsurprisingly, she wanted to utilize that for her company’s benefit. It annoyed you, so you stayed consistent in turning down her offers politely. She just could not take no for an answer. At some point, you decided to give her son one night of your time and suck up the irritation in hopes that it would finally make her leave you alone about it; she’d get her much desired attention for her company, theoretically, while you were praying one event would be enough that she’d never ask you to help out in this way ever again.

“Y/n,” Sunoo whispered through the side of his mouth, squeezing your hand, nodding politely to the various attendees as you two walked through the room. You wanted to throw up from the amount of eyes that were burning holes through you at that moment, “try to look like you’re happy.”

“I am,” you huffed in return, fluttering your eyes sarcastically at him. He sighed, working to keep his own smile from faltering. You were already over the night and it had barely even started.

Sunoo wasn’t a terrible guy, necessarily, he was just very… selfish. He expected the whole world to revolve around him. Your boss spoiled him way too much, so he never learned enough, if any, amount of consideration for others. She wasn’t much different than him, honestly, just thirty years older and a woman. Unfortunately, the paycheck was worth enough to you to tolerate her faults– and now his.

You exhaled heavily once you sat in your reserved seat, immediately reaching for your already filled champagne glass to take a sip. You started to lift your mask to avoid bumping your face while drinking, but Sunoo gripped your thigh in response, causing you to yelp and release it from your hands. Your boss glanced at you in confusion from across the table, you then laughing nervously as you tried to make up an excuse for your sudden outburst. “Sorry,” you apologized, “I stabbed my toe with my heel.” It was an easily believable lie, since you were, in fact, wearing open-toe stilettos.

Sunoo leaned over, his breath causing you to shiver as it fell down the side of your neck. “Keep the mask on,” he said coldly.

“Everyone knows it’s us,” you rolled your eyes, but with the way your mask sat on your face, it was hard to notice, “who cares if I take it off or not?”

He gripped harder. Your lips parted in both surprise and, unfortunately, feeling turned on by his manhandling. 

“Not everyone,” he corrected, “just keep it on, okay?” He smiled at you irritably, clearly annoyed by your resistance. “We’re supposed to stay in theme. Don’t embarrass me in front of my mother and all of these people.”

“Fine,” you sighed, fingers tracing the rim of your glass as you leaned forward onto your elbows, “whatever.” He was acting like a child, but you didn’t have the energy then to call him out for it. 

Heeseung watched the interaction from the corner of the room, sitting cross-legged on the window sill and sipping mindlessly at his dessert wine. He had never noticed you at these parties before. Your boss and her son, sure, but up until now, not once was there another body with them. It intrigued him. Who were you?

“Hee,” his mother sighed once she found him stowed away from the crowd, “could you please try to greet some people?”

“You know I hate these parties, mom,” he groaned, “when will you stop bringing me along?”

“When you die,” she said seriously, lips tight, “now, please act like you’re excited to be my successor and socialize, would you?”

Heeseung exhaled in defeat while his mother crossed her arms and tapped her feet impatiently. He stood up slowly, following behind her to greet some of her colleagues and collaborators. He really didn’t want to, but he knew how much the company meant to his mother and didn’t want to disappoint her. He was surprised that she hadn’t found someone else to pass the company over to instead of him– she was highly aware of his disinterest– but she valued keeping it in the family, so she hoped he’d come around eventually. In her mind, he just needed more convincing. 

He wasn’t looking at the man who was trying to converse with him, but over his shoulder and behind him while he yapped away about some marketing strategies he couldn’t understand even if you paid him to. You were still sitting at the table, but it looked like you and Sunoo were arguing. His mother was no longer sat there, which left just the two of you on your own. 

“God, Sunoo,” you hissed, voice low to avoid pulling attention, “I’m doing this as a favour to your mother, my boss, so could you please stop being so insufferable for five seconds? Neither of us want to be here and you know it.”

“What the fuck?” He scoffed, “what’s with the attitude?”

“Atti– you know what? You’ve been nothing but rude to me all night,” you were close to his face now, your breath fanning his lips while you poked your finger assertively into his chest. “Learn how to be a fucking decent human being, an adult man specifically, and then maybe I’ll consider losing the attitude.” You stood up and turned on your heels, ignoring his hushed protesting as you exited the main room and started roaming the hallway. 

Heeseung watched as Sunoo slammed his fists down on top of the table before running his fingers through his hair. He stood up, clearly enraged, making his way towards his mother somewhere in the sea of the crowd.

Before Heeseung realized it, he was excusing himself from the guest he was currently speaking with, ignoring his mother calling out after him as he moved into the hallway to follow you. He caught a glimpse of your foot disappearing through the doorway of the library, cautiously making his way in there so as to not startle you from his presence. Though, maybe being quiet was worse.

“What the fuck?” You jumped at Heeseung’s shadow infiltrating what you thought was your own space to pull yourself together before going back to the party, keeping your distance behind one of the bookshelves. “Who are you?” You asked suspiciously, putting your mask that you had recently taken off back on to hide your face, “did you follow me here?” 

“I– sorry,” he apologized, “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He hesitantly took one step forward. You didn’t move from your spot. “I thought I saw you and Sunoo arguing and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Your body softened a bit at the mention of Sunoo’s name. It wouldn’t be a surprise that most, if not everyone, attending were familiar with him; his mother was a big deal. Though you had your issues with Sunoo, this masked stranger seemingly being on a first name basis with him calmed you down a little. Clearly, he knew who he was– but you weren’t sure if that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

“You know Sunoo?” You asked, raising a brow below your mask curiously.

“I do,” Heeseung responded, “his mom and mine go way back.”

“Then why aren’t you checking up on him instead of me?” You pursed your lips, “that means you’re friends, right?”

Heeseung laughed at your assumption. “Not at all,” he said truthfully, “but, unfortunately, I do know what kind of person he is after having been around him– not by choice, by the way– for so many years.”

You chuckled, stepping out from behind the bookshelf. Hearing that he shared your displeasure over Sunoo was oddly comforting. “He’s an asshole, isn’t he?”

“So much,” Heeseung agreed, lips pulling into a smile, “he’s not all bad, though, he just…”

“Needs some therapy.” You finished for him. 

Heeseung snorted, the two of you now standing only a few feet apart. “Yeah, he does.” You both soon found yourselves sitting across from one another in two of the library’s arm chairs, lights dim, the room empty otherwise, falling into conversation. “I’ve never seen anyone else come to these parties with them.”

“Really?” You cocked your head sideways in surprise. You assumed Sunoo’s mother found another woman to be his arm candy whenever you rejected the offer. She’s way more set on it being me than I realized, you thought, reflecting on Heeseung’s confession. “I thought he would have come with others before.”

Heeseung shook his head. “Never.”

“Interesting.”

“Very,” Heeseung was leaning forward now, elbows on his knees, chin resting in his palms pondering, “so how did you end up here, then?” You blinked at him. He was surely straightforward. “Are you his girlfriend or?”

“Oh, god no,” you laughed, truly astounded by his question, “I could never.” Heeseung felt happy to hear you say that. “I work at their company,” you continued, “and his mom has been pressing me to come with them as his plus one for publicity.” He was intrigued now. “I figured if I say yes once then she’ll finally give it a rest.”

“Damn,” Heeseung whistled, “that’s not what I expected to hear.”

“Oh?” You teased. You were starting to like this stranger. He made your chest tighten in a way you had never felt before. He was mischievous, enticing. “What did you expect me to say?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know,” then leaned back in the chair, “but I was definitely feeling nosy when I saw a third person show up with them for the first time tonight after god knows how many years these parties have been happening.”

“Disappointed in what you’ve discovered?” You cooed your inquiry.

It wasn’t going unnoticed to Heeseung that you were subtly flirting with him. He was enjoying it, the connection you two were forging. It was playful, almost risky. “And if I said yes?” He smirked, fingers toying with his bottom lip.

Your thighs clenched together and he noticed. “Then,” you started, “I’d try to convince you otherwise.”

“How exactly?” Heeseung wasn’t about to back down now, no, not after he saw your body stiffen and legs press together from the way he was looking at you.

You had the same idea. “Hm,” you pretended to think, standing up from the chair. Heeseung watched as you began to pace the floor coquettishly, your body slowly approaching his; you continued to float around him, maintaining a deliberate distance between his body and yours. You wanted to be enticing, and fuck, was it working. Heeseung hands were itching to grab your waist and pull you onto his lap. His eyes widened in shock when you suddenly stopped in front of him, positioning yourself in between his open legs. He gripped the arms of the chair involuntarily, breath growing heavy as you leaned forward over his ear to whisper to him. “I’d show you what my mouth can do.”

There was something so raw, dark, and heavy about the atmosphere. The eerie silence of the library; two nameless and faceless people filled with a thirst for adventure, appetizing for a taste of each other’s bodies.

Heeseung flickered his eyes over you from head to toe before bringing his arms up to softly land on your hips. You giggled, pulling away from his ear just enough to allow your breath to graze his lips. He squeezed your sides and your stomach clenched. You bit your lip before slowly lowering to your knees, him allowing his arms to release you and hover over your torso until your face was resting right above his zipper. His palms slithered behind your neck and into your hair, him lightly tugging at the strands. You let out a low moan as your fingers began to unbutton his pants.

“Shit,” he exhaled, hips jerking upwards as your fingertips tip-toed above the waistband of his boxers, itching to reach inside and touch him more, “are you okay with this?”

“Of course,” you said, matter-of-factly.

Heeseung let out a low grunt when you finally released his cock from its prison, teasingly tracing up the sides of his shaft along his sensitive vein. His head fell back onto the head of the couch while you took his inside your mouth. He couldn’t help it, thrusting into your warmth slowly like he wanted to savour his favourite meal, only to speed up the more your tongue worked around his cock. 

“Jesus– fuck– just like that,” he hummed, flicking his hips up into you hard and deep, gritting his teeth at the sounds of you choking around him. You slurped and sucked, him twitching in your mouth each time your tongue swiped across his sweet spot. “You’re gonna make me come, sweet thing.” 

You moaned at the nickname, hollowing around him faster. He started growling, pushing your head along himself harshly as he was nearing his peak, legs shaking beneath your elbows that rested on his thighs, breaths heavy and loose, losing himself in your warm mouth. “Fuck, fuck–”

He released his hot seed in your mouth, spurting down your throat as he kept you perched there, palm of his hand resting on the back of your head maintaining his cock deep inside, the bulge of his tip just barely hidden behind the skin of your neck. You felt him pulse there, choking as you swallowed every last drop of his cum. He looked down at you through hooded lids, cheeks flushed and feeling ecstatic as the pleasure rushed through his veins. “God,” he whistled, letting go of your head so you could stand back up to your feet, “consider me un-disappointed.”

You chuckled at his joke. “Good.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist again, pulling you forward with a gentle tug. You grabbed the head of the chair for extra support. His lips grazed the material of your dress, hands exploring around your torso and thighs before he reached your ass and gave it a hard squeeze. You hummed, lifting one of your arms to run through his hair. The minute his fingertips trailed up the inside of your thighs, you gasped, gripping his strands firmly. He pushed them apart for better access, your body immediately obeying his silent command. He looked up at you, watching the changing expressions on your face as he slowly dipped his fingers beneath the lace of your panties, running them through your soaked folds. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, the feeling of your arousal coating his digits causing his head to grow dizzy, “you’re so fucking wet f’me.” He kissed and bit the plush skin of your thighs, moving his fingers away from your core to wrap around the straps of your panties and pull them down so his mouth could be there instead. “Does being touched like this by a stranger turn you on that much?” He taunted, your body jolting from his hot breath fluttering across your now exposed cunt. 

“So fucking much,” you groaned, pushing his head forward so he would finally touch you where you needed him the most. He resisted with a smirk plastered across his face. 

“So needy,” he cooed teasingly, “want me to make you come already, huh?”

“Fuck,” you swore, “p–please, I need it.”

“Need what exactly, baby?” Heeseung cooed, painfully close to pressing his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves. He was having fun pushing your buttons.

“Your mouth,” you huffed, “need your fucking tongue on my pussy.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, backing his head away just enough to lift his hand and give your pussy a hard slap. You whimpered and his cock twitched. “You think you can be a good girl for me?” He slapped it again, your legs growing weak from the pleasure of the sting. “Think you can come all over my face with this pretty cunt of yours?”

“Y-yes,” you squeaked, mouth agape and drool forming in its corners with desire, “I’ll be so good for you,” you insisted, “I’ll squirt down your throat just like you asked.”

He chuckled, hands squeezing your thighs again, lips just a hair away from sucking on your clit, sweetly whispering, “I’m counting on you.” He finally enclosed his mouth around your sensitive nub, your body falling forward over him as the pleasure shocked your system. 

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped, fingers tightening around the chair, shallow thrusts being sent against his mouth. Your head fell back in elation, stomach tightening, heartbeat thundering in your chest as he begged you to come undone with each swirl of the tongue. You felt two fingers slowly slip inside your sopping hole, toes curling against the leather of your stilettos as your panting breaths grew stronger. “Yes– fuck yes!”

Heeseung hummed against you, curling his digits faster into your gummy spot, pressing deeper each time your muscles tensed around him. You whimpered, removing your hands from the chair and placing them on his shoulders as you neared release, your nails digging into the material of his suit jacket. “I’m gonna fucking com–”

Your stomach snapped, body trembling, white flashes taking over your vision as you spilt onto Heeseung exactly as he wanted you to. He swapped his fingers with his tongue quickly, catching your cum dripping out of you while his fingertips rode out your high on your clit. He groaned against your sex, filthy sounds of him licking and sucking up your sweet juices bouncing off the walls and bookshelves. He broke his mouth away from you slowly, his free hand moving to reach up behind your neck and pull your face down towards him more.

“Open up for me,” he commanded gently, cum-coated fingers tapping your bottom lip for you to drop your chin. You obliged, staring at him intensely as you tasted yourself. Heeseung didn’t dare break eye contact with you, his face twitching as he watched you drink your own cum off of his fingers. “You’re so perfect.”

Heeseung caught your body as it slumped over him tiredly, gently guiding you to straddle his lap. You just took a moment to breathe, to come down, your face falling into the crook of his neck. Your mask tickled his neck as it brushed along the skin. 

Faint whispers in the hallway began to grow uncomfortably close, Heeseung panicking as he picked you up, still wrapped around his waist, and shuffled to hide your bodies behind a bookshelf. You looked frantic, because you’d both be screwed if someone found you two like this. Soon, the voices disappeared, and your surroundings were quiet again, all but your anxious breaths as you both slowly calmed back down. 

There was a deep hunger growing within Heeseung when he fully realized how he was holding you, how the tip of his cock was mere centimeters away from being side your cunt, how the cool metal of the bookshelves pressed against your skin from wearing a backless dress, how he yearned to split you open, so dirty and raw, right there in the library. 

You were thinking the same thing. You wanted to sink down onto him, you wanted him to mark your back with bruises as he mercilessly pounded you into the books, you wanted him to stuff you full with risk. 

“Stranger,” you whispered, low and sultry, a teasing tone laced in your words, “I need you to fuck me.” Heeseung inhaled sharply, his nearly hidden eyes searching yours for certainty. The way you gripped him tighter and ground your exposed cunt just above his hardened cock into his pubic bone was enough to tell him so. 

Heeseung placed you back onto your feet before fishing into his pocket, fumbling with the wallet as he pulled out a foil packet. He slipped the condom on quickly, his mouth finding yours hotly and full of need. He pushed you, hard, against the bookshelf, the light rattling of books causing you to moan into his mouth; knowing where you were and what you were doing made you feel so dirty and free. He grabbed one of your thighs, forcing it around his hips while the other hand gripped your chin, fingers digging into the sides of your cheeks while he deepened the kiss. His tongue rolled against yours while his length slipped through your folds. You dropped a hand to line him up with your entrance, wasting no time as you pushed him inside of you. You groaned at the stretch, feeling so full and perfect, Heeseung’s grip on you tightening as he bottomed you out.

“Shit,” you muttered against his lips, “you’re so big.”

Heeseung couldn’t help but smirk, sending you one, hard flick of the hips that caused a grunt to erupt from the back of your throat. “That’s right, baby,” he stopped kissing you for a moment to breathe, “take it.” His thrusts were slow and unapologetic, intensity burning up every fiber of your being as the thumping of the shelves only began to increase in volume. “Take all of my fucking cock.”

You were gasping, hands flailing all around any part of his body you could reach as you reveled in ecstasy, the sleeves of your dress falling down far enough down your shoulders that your tits were finally spilling out of it, bouncing with each thrust. Heeseung gritted his teeth, hand dropping from your chin to play with your nipples as he increased his speed. His forehead was coated in sweat, body tirelessly aiming to wreck you. He rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers, sinking his teeth into the side of your neck as you cried out with pleasure, allowing your moans to be as loud as they wanted. It was risky, but you didn’t care. 

“Y/n?” Your eyes shot open wide as a familiar voice began to step closer in the direction of the library.

Heeseung smirked, recognizing Sunoo’s voice, throwing his hand over your mouth to keep you from giving the two of you away while he continued to fuck you hard. “Gotta keep this pretty little mouth quiet,” you clenched around his length and he hissed, “y/n.” He emphasized your name cheekily. 

You had no intention of telling him what it was, and now you were too lost in him stuffing you full to give it any thought. You bit down on his palm, eyes rolling from his tip hitting your cervix. He slowed down temporarily, steady, agonizing thrusts brushing against your walls as he waited for Sunoo to walk away.

“Jesus,” he sighed, “where the fuck is she?” voice once again in the distance. 

Heeseung didn’t give you a warning, pistoning into your harshily and fast as soon as you were in the clear. He kept his hand firmly on your mouth, eyes piercing into yours as he felt himself beginning to come undone again. “Touch yourself,” he purred, “let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”

You nodded, legs shaking, fingertips finding your clit as your circled your swollen bud, muffled moans only pushing Heeseung to move faster. 

“You’re so perfect like this– fuck,” he swore, throwing his head back with a wicked smile, “taking me like such a fucking good girl.” You were nearly ready to burst, drool coating his palms as you pressed into your core fast. “Look at you,” he cooed, smug look still plastered on his face, “so filthy, coming on a strangers cock in a fucking library that anyone could walk into.” You whimpered, eyes rolling violently, “does that make you fucking soaked, sweetheart, hm?” Heeseung continued to taunt you and you loved it. “Does knowing anyone could see me ruining your pretty little cunt right now get you dripping?” You stomach snapped, body shaking against the shelf as you let go all over his cock, stars bursting behind your eyelids

“Oh, that’s it,” Heeseung growled, speeding up his thrust even more, “fucking squirt all over my cock.” He hissed, gritting his teeth as his thrusts began to weaken, sloppy smacks of skin against skin sounding like music to his ears, “fuck, you’re unreal.” He gasped, hips sputtering into you as he spilt his seed. You could feel him throbbing inside of you as he slowly lowered his hand from your mouth. You exhaled sharply, chest heaving, as you felt him gently remove himself from you. His head fell forward against your forehead, arms wrapping around your body and pressing you– gently this time– into the bookshelf to keep both of you upright. Your foot met the ground again, fingers running lazily through his hair as the two of you just stayed like that for a few minutes. 

“I supposed I should tell you my name,” Heeseung spoke after a while, “since now I know yours, accidental courtesy of Sunoo.” You chuckled. “Heeseung.”

“Beautiful name,” you compliment, and meant it. 

“Shall we take our masks off, too?” He smirked. You were enthralled by the anonymity, but also curious like he was.

Your gaze darkened once more, a teasing smile playing at your lips. “I’ll consider it,” you cooed, flirting with intention, “if you fuck me like that again.”

Your chest was already pressed against the bookshelf, body now turned the opposite way. He brought a hand down your ass with a loud slap. You moaned, back arching. 

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”