eva

“No! Sorry- sorry!” You replied frantically ringing his items up quickly which looked like two redbulls, a nasal spray, and a bag of chips.

“You good? I thought I lost ya there?” He asked shoving his hands in his pockets leaning back and forth on his heels, his brows slightly raised in suspicion.

“Yes.. yeah sorry, that’ll be $19.96.” You said avoiding his eyes out of blatant embarrassment.

He nodded curtly, flipping through his wallet for a 20 dollar bill before sliding it across the counter and grabbing the bag of his items.

“Here you go, thank you.” You said hastily handing him his receipt.

“Thank you…,” his eyes scanned your name tag, “thank you y/n.” He smiled before turning to exit the building causing your heart to unexpectedly skip a beat.

Your eyes followed his large frame to the door and all the way outside… you had to admit he was cute. It had been so long since you encountered a cute boy while at work since half the store’s customers were crabby retirees or groups of annoying children… you quickly brushed it off, you’d probably never even see him again anyways.

It wasn’t long before quickly got sucked back into another daydream.

☀️

The next day was the same loop as the last. 2 or 3 customers in a single hour, your stingy boss giving you a death glare every time you reached for your phone, the scorching evening heat dampening your underarms.

You sipped at a juice box you stole from the back of the store, your eyes scanning the shelves for something you could eat later for “dinner” which normally looked like a cup ramen or soggy sandwich from the barely working freezer section.

After a moment you lazily looked up at the clock on the wall, it reading 5:50. Ugh.

You flinched slightly when the bell on the door sounded it interrupting the acquainted silence of the desolate store.

Upon noticing the familiarly tall frame that rounded the corner your cheeks became weirdly hot and tingly. It was the same boy from the previous day just his hair just slicked back out of his face now from what you could see above the short aisles.

You subconsciously tucked a piece of damp hair that stuck to your forehead behind your ear and fixed the collar of your uniform.

You threw on a polite smile as he approached the counter today he wore a snug wifebeater, one that hugged every curve and contour of his toned chest. You gulped down the heat rising in your face and hoped he had forgotten about the awkward first encounter you had yesterday.

“Just this?” You asked looking up at him.

“Yeah,” He said with a nod as you began scanning his items “how’s your day been?” He asked looking down at you, his tone polite, patient.

“Pretty slow.” You sighed genuinely.

“That’s good, I guess… right?” He stated followed by a hasty shrug and a stifled smile.

“Depends on who you ask,” You said giving him a weary grimace “that’ll be $4.34.” You said watching him flip through his wallet with a subtly acquired smirk.

“Not staring holes into random customers today, thats a win?” The boy stated with squinted eyes and a teasing grin causing your jaw to clench.

“Mhm… big big win.” You replied sarcastically, shaking your head handing him his change. Your subconscious cringing quietly.

He held out his sizable hand underneath yours in order to catch his change before flashing you that same blinding smile and turning his heel towards the door.

Your heartbeat began to slow back down once the bell on the door chimed as he exited. The tingly feeling in your cheeks gradually draining away once his scent was whisked away with the wind of the door closing.

You found it odd he took the time to ask you how your day was and even mentioning the events of yesterday.. then again those were the bare minimum workings of a basic human interaction.

Holy shit this job isn’t paying you enough if this the biggest thing you’re fixated on.

🌤️

Today’s shift was gonna be a good one. Today was Wednesday that meant your boss was off. And what that meant was that you could have your phone. Which made these excruciatingly boring shifts a bit more manageable… except for the single wooden stool you had to sit on behind the counter. Safe to say your lower back was on fire by the time 10:30 rolled around.

Wednesdays also meant you had to run the whole store by yourself, emptying the trash cans, cleaning up at the end of the night, stocking the shelves. More boring shit.

You hadn’t noticed how late it got since your time was being consumed by actually having to do some work for once.

While stocking the freezers in the back of the store the door chime sounded. You rolled your eyes and waited for the customer to ring the bell on the front counter signaling for you to go and check them out.

“Do you ever leave here?” A recognizable voice from behind you spoke causing you to tense. It was the tall boy from yesterday, here again for the 3rd day in a row?

You quickly stood up from your crouched position and moved from in front of the freezer, his towering frame stepping to grab his usual drink.

Upon gathering your composure you spoke, “Do you ever buy anything else?” You retorted with a twinge of sass.

“What do you mean?” The boy asked stepping slightly closer, his head tilting to the left a tad, his lips bordering a smile.

“You always get the same drink.” You stated crossing your arms, looking up at him.

“So what?” He replied crossing his arms back at you.

“Nothing.” You shrugged going back to stocking the shelves. “Just seems like a big commitment...” You mumbled.

“I know what I like.” The boy avowed while carefully watching you arrange the cans, his gaze feeling like daggers.

“Fair enough I guess.” You shrugged attempting to hide your apparent fluster.

“Do you judge all your customers like this?” he asked causing you to let out a short laugh.

“Only the ones who buy the same thing every day.” You said in a matter-of-fact like tone.

“You’ve been keeping track?” He countered with pursed lips, not sure if he should be touched or creeped out.

The second the words left his mouth, you regretted saying it. “I work here,” you replied quickly. “I notice things.”

“Mhm, right.” He didn’t sound convinced.

“Besides that flavor is disgusting anyway.” You turned back to face him with a sour expression.

“It’s the original?!” He snapped back expressively, inclining you to giggle.

“I’d genuinely rather have any other flavor.” You said in a strict tone making your very strong opinion on redbull known.

“Nah this one’s the best end of story.” He shook his head following you back over to the register like a puppy.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” You rolled your eyes as a smirk settled on your face.

“Good to know you're thinking about my sleep schedule now~” the boy said half sarcastically.

“$2.95” you replied in a fed up tone while picking at your thumbs underneath the counter.

He held out a crumpled 2 dollars backed up with a shitty grin that shown all 32 teeth of his, clearly amused by your new tone. You could help but let out a stifled giggle at his expression while loading the money into the register.

“Just get out already.” You said rubbing your temples with one hand, the other holding out his receipt.

“Alright I’m goingggg~” He drew out as he held his hands up in protest.

Was he seriously flirting with you???

⛅️

Thursday afternoon, an hour before work.

You stood in front of the mirror and thought—maybe you should actually put some effort into yourself today? Since usually you rolled out of bed, threw your uniform on and didn’t give your physical appearance another glance. Usually letting your hair rest at your shoulders, not bothering to put any extra effort into doing any makeup, just giving your face a quick wash and a simple chapstick application.

You attempted to slick back your hair into a ponytail, curl your lashes with your mom’s eyelash curler, and throw on some light lipgloss. To you.. you looked the exact same.

You didn’t know what force was compelling you to put this much effort into your looks today but it was strong. Choosing not to admit the truth you tucked your uniform shirt into your pants and left the house.

Upon greeting your coworker when passing him in the break room his stare lingered a bit longer than usual… maybe what you were trying is working?

Your eyes lingered on the clock from 5:15 to, 5:25 to, 5:38 to, 5:49 and finally 5:53.

Your back straightened in the stool you sat on, your neck extended slightly in order to show a more poised posture.

The door chime rang at exactly 5:55, in came the male you were waiting for—his stride slightly quicker today as he made it to the back of the store, his head tilted down to one side as he spoke into the phone on his shoulder frantically.

Usually he’d glance up, nod, at least acknowledge your presence but today he didn’t.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he said into the phone "I'm on my way." he snapped back.

You waited patiently, studying his every move and mannerism. The way the graphic tee he wore clung to his shoulders, the sound his keys that were attached to his belt loop jingled, the way you could see the slightest bit of his waistline underneath the hem of his shirt. Your jaw clenched tightly, shaking off the thought as he approached the desk still talking into the phone.

“No, just give me ten minutes." He said pulling out his wallet while listening intently to the person on the other line, the silence between you both physically paining you.

“$3.25” you said looking up at him reluctantly.

He just nodded distractedly and handed over the money while listening to whoever was still on the other end of the call.

"Yeah, hold on." He said digging for some change in his wallet, momentarily setting his phone down. The contact at the top of the screen reading ‘manager-nim’

The register beeped. You handed him his change.

"Thanks." He said giving you a quick half-smile, it feeling oddly automatic. Barely directed at you.

Then he picked up his drink and headed for the door. The bell chimed. And just like that, he was gone.

You stared at the register for a second. Swallowing a lump of dullness that accumulated in your chest after the valueless interaction.

To put it into simple terms you felt like a complete idiot, all this pointless effort and useless worrying.

You don’t even know his name.

And.. he wasn't obligated to notice anything of course. He probably hadn't even looked at you long enough to tell if anything was different nonetheless.

Still, you found herself subconsciously annoyed while restocking shelves as it got later. Attempting to try and forget about the painfully charming boy. This was around the time customers stopped coming in anyways so you didn’t need to be up front.

While lost in thought you caught a shadow walk past the aisle you were working in, it stopping then trailing back quickly.

As you tilted your head up you found the male from earlier pretending to be distracted by the shelf he was standing in front of, his hand positioned comically in on his chin, his eyebrows furrowed in query, deep in though at the display in front of him upon being caught trying to speak up on you. Clearly he didn’t think this through all the way.

You shook your head in disbelief, “can I help you?”

“What?” He said a little too quickly.

“…You’re back?” You asked still putting cans on the shelf slowly.

“Yup forgot somethin.” He said confidently, grabbing the nearest item in his reach as a cover up. A single can of soup.

“You forgot soup?” You questioned.

He scoffed, “yes obviously.”

Neither of you believed that statement.

You raised an eyebrow. He looked away first. Finally, he sighed.

"Okay, maybe I didn't forget anything." He expressed putting the soup can back on the shelf, rubbing the back of his neck in pity.

"I figured." You standing up finally, placing your hands on your hips expectantly.

"I was on the phone earlier." He said looking down at his feet.

"Really?" you said dryly, your tone almost motherly.

He laughed, "Okay, that sounded kinda stupid." His eyes trailing up to meet yours.

"A little." You said shrugging.

"I didn't really get to say hi… earlier.”

You stared at him for a second. Then smiled sarcastically, "Hi?"

For the first time since walking back into the store, he smiled sweetly back. "Hi."

At the same time as this your attention was drawn to the front of the store where a group of teenagers entered and began making a commotion, them quickly making their way back to the aisle you both were standing.

A gasp, “Bro! Martin!!” A shorter male exclaimed.

Martin.

The shorter male ran up to tackle Martin from behind as 4 more individuals watched from the rear giggling to themselves. Which looked like 3 more males and a 1 girl who all you recognized from school.

You stood awkwardly, your expression bordering annoyance while watching Martin and you’s sweet interaction get flushed down the toilet.

You huffed a bit too loud which caused them all to turn to you. The girl now at Martin’s side giving you a sour sideways glare whispered at one of the males next to her, they both snickered at you mockingly. While Martin’s expression only faltered slightly.

You turned away moving back up to the front of the store, you were seething.

Soon enough the noisy group trailed up to the register wanting to buy a million things. Martin loomed at the back of the group his demeanor almost guilty because who knows what they said behind your back.

“$36.02” you said blankly as one of the males handed you their card. The girl who made small talk with Martin catching your attention while she batted her stupid eyelashes up at him. Your fists balled under the desk.

The group left after getting rung up, Martins gaze lingering on your slumped shoulders and stoic expression before he was pulled out the door by the group.

You sighed staring off into the night sky. His name is Martin…

🌥️

Friday. The day where most teens stayed out late with their friends or went out to parties but not you.

Another day another 8 hour shift.. luckily tomorrow you were off.

You couldn’t lie about the fact that you were still annoyed about the previous day but after some careful thinking you brushed it off. You didn’t even know the man you had no right to be territorial over him.

As the door chime rang stopping you from biting your nails you looked up your back straightening immediately when you saw Martin entering and heading straight back for the freezers.

It’s only 4:15? Why was he here so early? You cleared your throat as he stepped up to the counter setting one measly drink down, not his usual.

You reached for the bottle and scanned it slowly, “So you didn’t come back to buy more soup?”

“Not this time..” he said exhibiting a small hasty smile looking down at the floor while you tapped away at the registers screen.

"Actually, I wanted to apologize." He lingered on the last syllable.

That catches you off guard, "For what?"

He hesitates, "yesterday."

You immediately knew what he's talking about. Yesterday had been different.. you'd actually been having a decent conversation and for once it felt like neither of you were rushing or blathering through it.

Then his friends barged in and ruined it. Especially when that girl walked straight up to him. You tried to ignore it but unfortunately you noticed every aspect of it. The way she tugged at the sleeve of his shirt, the way she stood close to him, the way she laughed at literally everything he said.

You shrugged, “what about yesterday?”

“I kind of disappeared..” he said chewing the skin on his lip.

“You left with your friends?” You replied back.

“Yeah.” he nodded looking down again.

"So…?" You gestured for him to keep going.

"So..." he scratched the back of his neck, "It felt rude...like disrespectful.."

You paused. Because that wasn’t the answer you expected.

"It wasn't a big deal." You said in a mumble.

He placed his palms on the counter, "it kinda was,” he exhaled "my friends showed up and I got distracted so I just wanted to say I’m so-,”

“You don’t need to apologize Martin.” You announced cutting him off abruptly.

His gaze fixing on yours immediately once you said his name.

“Seriously it’s alright. I’m fine... it’s fine.” You explained despite your expression telling the opposite truth.

“$2.95.” You told him in a mutter, to which he held the money out, his undeniably hard grip on the dollar catching your attention causing you to look up at him.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He stated firmly before letting go of the dollar at last, it being rare you saw this side of him, he was serious?

You only nodded and handed him his change before he was gone.

☁️

Two days off were just what you needed to take your mind off of this confusing week. A weekend of rest and relaxation was all it took for you to convince yourself that the couple minuscule interactions you had with this Martin kid didn’t mean that he had any interest in you whatsoever. Just small talk and normal human behavior. You were just a convenience store cashier and was just the convenience store boy end of story.

A lot has changed since last Monday, the scorching heat started to die down finally, your manager was supposed to be on vacation this week, and you were supposed be training a new hire starting today.

The afternoon started off unusually busy. Which was good so the new hire could get some experience.

You stood behind the counter showing him how the register worked. He was around your age, maybe a year older. Quiet, a little awkward, still fumbling with buttons on the screen.

"No, not that one," you explained for the fourth time, reaching over and tapping the right key. "That one voids the whole thing."

“Oh.” He said softly.

The bell above the door chimed, you looked up automatically.

It was him again.

For a second, Martins expression looked normal. Then his eyes moved from you... to the guy standing beside you. Then back to you. Martin nodded once before he headed back to the coolers, one emotionless nod.

A minute later he came back holding his usual drink. The new hire glanced at you before speaking, "I got this one."

"You sure?" You asked politely.

"Yeah." He nodded stepping up to the register while you moved beside him.

Martin set down his drink his eyes scanning the new hire’s name tag that read “Jun”. He rolled his eyes.

Jun peered down at the screen. Pressed something… then pressed something else, nothing happened, "...Hold on." He mumbled.

You leaned over slightly your arm grazing his, "no, you have to scan it first."

"Oh. Right." He admitted in embarrassment before preforming the action.

Martin watched quietly, too quietly. His glare at the boy not going unnoticed, “so. you new here?” Martin questioned authoritatively.

Jun looked up, "Uh... yeah." He replied shyly, to which Martin only nodded robotically.

"Try it now." You gestured as the register beeped. Success.

“Oh, thanks y/n.” Jun smiled as the total loaded on the screen.

Martin crossed his arms, "Looks like you're getting along." He muttered just loud enough for you to hear. You were about to retort before you were cut off.

“Y/n can I get your help with something over there actually??” Martin asked pointing vaguely at a far away aisle.

“…sure?” You replied slowly. “I’ll be right back.” You told Jun.

Once Martin led you a ways away from the front of the store he spoke, “Does this mean you’ll be working less?” He asked, his expression genuinely disappointed.

You glared up at him, “that’s what you brought me all the way over here to ask? Seriously?”

He frowned slightly, “…well?”

“I have no clue Martin.” You said sassily.

"It doesn’t even look like he knows what he's doing." Martin mumbled in a sulky tone.

You almost laughed, "It's his first day give him a break."

"He almost exploded the register for Christ sake!" He exclaimed.

You shook your head when you heard the door chime ring from up front. You started back up to the front to help Jun, “when you know what it’s like working here you can critique other people’s learning speed.” You said projecting your voice in his direction behind you.

Martin stood for a second, pondering.

…💡!

The way you moaned his name, the way your eyes rolled backwards in pleasure caused him to get an almost immediate uncomfortable hard. His brows furrowed as a pout formed on his face, nothing like this has ever happened to him before.. this level of disparity. It felt like he was going insane.. going dumb. He swallowed, his cheeks developing a weird warmth, his hips beginning to weakly copy the same rhythm he used on you hours before though his painfully firm mattress felt nothing like you did. His hips greedily searching for those identities while desperately humping the thick cotton.

Between the mattress and his body weight, they did a fine job of pumping his cock with the help of him thrusting hard enough. The fabric of his pillow muffling the huffs and short chokes he couldn’t hold in. The mattress creaked lightly as his hips strained the springs. An unfamiliarly increasing pressure in his stomach caused him to release a deep groan. He continued searching through the threads of his bedding for the feeling of pure bliss you gave him, but of course he couldn’t find it no matter how hard he ground.

Instead he looked like a silly puppy, humping helplessly away at his mattress trying not begin moaning your name. After one more aggressive thrust into the fabric his lower body bucked as his orgasm passed, his sweaty palms still clenching his pillow while he let out diffused and broken breaths as he tried not to wake his father who as he slept on the opposite side of the wall. “Damn it..” he whispered upon feeling the warm liquid spreading from inside his boxers onto his clean sheets. His post-orgasm mind wrapping around the fact he’d have to change his sheets now…

He sat up and released a grieving sigh wiping the sweat from his forehead knowing he had to get up for a class in a few hours he stood at the washer and piled the soiled sheets into the appliance with crossed arms.

A long grueling night of tossing and turning passed before his 6am alarm sounded. Upon rolling out of bed he grunted and stretched. Putting his glasses on blinking a bit in order to adjust. Throwing his blanket off of his feet, not bothering to make his bed. This wasn’t like him.

Yawning he stood in front of the coffee maker his father greeted him with a firm pat on the shoulder, not another word before he went off to work. Riki’s tired eyes scanned his fathers back as he exited their apartment. Looking down at his feet then back up at the coffee maker… his mug was overflowing, perfect.

Sitting down at his kitchen table with his mug he sipped his coffee answering miscellaneous text messages and scrolling on twitter. Since he had a few minutes to spare he laid his head on his arm and continued to scroll, holding the warm coffee cup in his palm.

His eyes fluttered open to bright sunlight pouring in from his living room windows. He squinted to read his phone’s clock— 7:34. His lecture started 4 minutes ago. Perfect.

“Shit.” He said rubbing his eyes and sitting up the realization slowly sets in that his perfect attendance score would be toast if he didn’t make it to class soon. He stood and ran to his bedroom, grabbing the first pair of trousers and hoodie he saw. He threw the bathroom door open brushing his teeth quickly, grabbing his backpack, and forcing his shoes on his feet and out the door he was.

7:48 he barged into the doors of the lecture hall huffing from the half run half walk here, not to mention the 3 times he almost slipped in the December ice. He bowed to the professor out of common courtesy, everyone’s eyes raking over his mangy, sleepy appearance. He sat down in an empty chair, next to nobody per usual. Opening his laptop and pressing the on button—dead. Perfect. Biting his tongue to keep him from screaming he put his head in his hands. That pit in his stomach opening up again.

Could this day get any worse? On the bright side this was the only class he had today. After class ended he quickly made his way to the exit, scrolling on his phone as he stepped out. However, one of his upperclassmen was on the way in. If Riki was paying close attention like usual, he would’ve saw him.

Riki stumbled backward upon being shoved, “what the fu—” Riki burst out with before he gained consciousness of who he was really speaking to, one of the baseball players. He had a good arm on him, obviously. “Watch out next time fucker.” The hardened male roared cocking back is arm leaving Riki with a now bloody nose.

The walk back to his house was cold and painful. Throwing his backpack down as soon as he got in the doorway he too kicked off his shoes and walked in the same slump to the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror with a downcast gaze he swallowed, messy hair, bloody nose, bloody hoodie sleeve, crooked glasses… jesus christ.

With a tissue shoved up his right nostril he crawled back into bed curling back up into his undid sheets socks, trousers and all. Sighing heavily before he shut his eyes again.

ꔛ

You sat in class, crewing a piece of gum your eyes scanning the clock, your hand resting on your thigh, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. Class had just started yet you already felt like falling asleep. Why the hell would you schedule 7:30 lectures in the middle of the of the week you thought to yourself as you yawned. Your professor opened the lecture by announcing that you would need your laptops. You leaned over to your backpack and lazily pulled out your laptop, logging on and checking your notifications. The professor began speaking again but was instantly cut off by a boy who barged in presumably flustered by being late and interrupting the professor. Unamused you watched the boy awkwardly bow and speed walk to the back of the hall on the other side of the room. Catching a glimpse of his face you squinted.. Riki?? You rubbed your eyes and sat up, your groggy demeanor quickly disappearing. You hesitated from getting up and sitting with him.. you’d better leave him alone he probably was still embarrassed from the other night anyways.

Although it wouldn’t hurt to say hello after the lecture ended. Nonetheless you were surprised to find out you both went to the same university and today was the first time you saw him here. Attempting to go back to paying attention you rubbed your temples. A few minutes going by before you found yourself staring back at the boy. He held a cold, exhausted expression, his gaze fixed on the front of the room. Your eyes surveyed his appearance, his glasses sitting comfortably on his face while he manspreaded in the chair, his elbow resting on the arm of the seat in order for his hand to amply support his sharp jawline. You felt a kindred blush creep onto your face forcing you to look away. For the rest of class you couldn’t stop your leg from bouncing, your eyes from wondering back, your thighs from subconsciously rubbing together forming familiar heat in between your them causing you to bit down on your lip punishingly.

Once the 2 hour lecture came to an end you shut your laptop off and zipped your bag shut whilst looking up to locate Riki amongst the crowd but soon saw him heading for the exit. You headed down the stairs quickly at an almost desperate pace to try and catch up with the tall boy.

“Damn it.” You muttered pushing the doors open and scanning the hallway, seeing his tennis-shoes rounding the corner in the distance you sped up towards his direction. Once you turned the corner you gasped placing your hands over your mouth, frozen in place. You watched Riki stumble backward followed by a small wince that escaped his mouth. The boy who initiated the scuffle just pushed past him like he was nothing and was gone after saying something snarky. You watched Riki wipe the blood from his nose with his sleeve. Thinking fast you headed quickly into the bathroom beside you grabbing a bundle of paper towels to hopefully help the bleeding boy but in the .5 seconds you left when you came back out he was already gone.

The hallway was silent one small drop of blood was left on the floor marking his brief presence in front of you.

ꔛ

Riki woke up just in time for dinner. He rose from his bed, the sunlight already drained from the sky leaving his house dim and melancholy. Shuffling over to the fridge he scanned the contents and reached for a leftover container of beef mandu. Sitting at the counter with the plate he blew the item gently. The warm savory flavor made him smile briefly, seemingly the only good part of this cold December day.

His father finally home already chugging a bottle of soju, his attention unwavering from the baseball game making him unable to greet Riki who was already in his room after his meal by the time his father could turn his head to see his bedroom door was closed again.

With the night enveloping his room Riki again found himself shamelessly staring back up at his ceiling while he laid in bed thinking about you.. god you were beautiful. His cheeks re-reddened as he thought, his throat going dry in fluster. He shifted uncomfortably, a breathy expire leaving his mouth.

The mattress starting to feel like a board beneath him. Upon sitting up he wiped some subconsciously acquired sweat off of his forehead. These urges were all too new, normally he could just ignore his horniness or maybe get off to one of his manga’s but now.. since you showed up everything felt so different? It was like he was hyper aware of every agitation and strain his pants had on his bulge, his belt feeling unusually tight on his waist, every involuntary twitch of his cock sending tiny taser like zaps throughout his body.

Another frustrated huff escaping his mouth before bristling and succumbing to the worsening pressure in his pants. He tore his belt off of his body and threw his trousers across the room, looking down at the tent in his boxers his brows furrowed in annoyance. “Why can’t you just go away…” he muttered turning his head away from the awkward sight. His eyes quickly zeroing in on the clean laundry pile beside his bed, the panties you left sat staring up at him. His hands slowly yet curiously reaching for them, he held them up and examined them for a second time. The softness, the ruffles… the thought back to them being the only thing separating him from you…

He bit his lip and turned to rummage through his nightstand for his designated bottle of lotion—almost like an instinct.

He gently expelled the liquid into his hand and pulling out his readily hard cock with the other, it springing out desperately. He gulped his lips already parting before he even began stroking himself with the help of his moistened hand, a restricted sigh escaping his lips before he placed the junction of your panties on his pre-cum drenched tip. His hand fluctuating the fabric up and down.. “fuck…” he muttered in a low tone.

How desperate of a loser was he? Riki thought to himself banging his head off his headboard uselessly. He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as pleasure coursed through his body. Was this really what having a simple crush felt like?? His hand continued to use the piece of fabric while he refused to look down at the embarrassing scene while he continued to pump is shaft. Unable to hold his muffled moans in any longer he reached around and took the pillow he was lying on from behind him and stuffed his face into it his arm curling around the front of it. His bicep’s veins popping out as a result.

A string of profanity and desperate whimpers echoed across his room as if he was letting all of his pent up emotions out— the pillow not blocking much of the noise. Luckily his dad had passed out shortly after he got back to his room or so be thought. His hand speeding up, his fingers still intertwined with the lace of your panties “holy fuck-.. holy fucking shit..” he sputtered, stifling over his words almost drunkenly—letting the pillow fall off of his face and onto the floor after adding a second hand into the vigorous task. His mouth hung open while he watched the cross section of the panties get damper and damper. A long groan broke free from his mouth but was quickly suppressed by his hand. He panted excessively as his climax subsided wiping his eyes and forehead from under his glasses and sweaty hairline. He examined the panties again the fabric for a second time glistened with his cum, his jaw clenched at the display. “What a pervert…” he muttered disgustedly as if he wasn’t talking about himself.

At that moment his door swung open with unexpected force causing him to flinch and let a small noise of surprise. “wh-!” he blinked, shoving the soiled fabric far under his bed sheets. His father stood in the doorway too tipsy to notice anything out of the ordinary like Riki’s sweaty appearance, messy sheets, pillows on the ground and beet red cheeks. “Hic* before I forget,” he fixed his posture to show some sort of drunken, sleep deprived authority.

“Why did some girl come here just now asking for you?” He asked firmly his arms crossed waiting patiently for an answer.

Riki blinked his breath slowly quickening.

ꔛ

After school you paced home wearily, worried about Riki. You hoped he was okay, you should’ve ran over to help, you should’ve confronted that asshole who punched him instead of freezing up like an idiot.

You continued to walk home your jaw clenched, your head down. Once you stepped into your house your mother greeted you with a tilted head and expression of concern upon seeing your sulky mood. “Is everything alright honey?” She asked gently. You nodded, a small pout still evident on your face despite your response. Before she could question you anymore you were already disappeared into your room, shaking her head she let it go.

You sat on your bed deciding to distract yourself from the weird day you had and get some studying done. Taking your laptop and notebook out you rummaged through your backpack reaching deep into the depths of it and instead of a pencil you felt your fingers graze a crumpled piece of paper. Your brow’s furrowed.. “hm?” You said audibly, pulling the paper out and unfolding it, your eyes softened at the sight.

You examined the paper Riki’s hand writing displayed in small bits all over the paper. The sight made you smile, what a nice gesture that was to tutor you even though the very clearly didn’t want to.. and what a fun night it turned into. You giggled to yourself, kicking your feet subconsciously, feeling like you were back in middle school.

Your laughter died down soon enough.You found yourself staring up at the ceiling wondering if he felt the same way… probably not. A guy like that— smart, focused, committed to an accomplished future was definitely not thinking about you. A stupid girl he fucked.. well kinda fucked. But then again maybe he was? …maybe he’d appreciate if you went to check on him after what happened earlier or… maybe he’d think it was weird for you to show up to his house unannounced or maybe he’d get mad when you explained that you watched him get punched in the face and did nothing about it but watch. You stuffed your face in your pillow and let out a conflicted groan. An unusual pit began to form in your stomach, something telling you to go back to him. Your conscious encouraging you to check on him, your heart arguing back that it was a bad idea.

In the end your inner voice won. Your mother caught only a glimpse of the back of you before she heard the front door shut and out you were into the night. You soon found yourself standing in the drink isle of your local convenience store.. “he doesn’t seem like a sweets person..” you mumbled picking out a matcha bubble tea for him and a brown sugar flavor for yourself. Hopefully he’d appreciate the gesture. With that you made your way to his housing complex.

A small smile plastered on your face majority of the walk there. By the time you got to his neighborhood your fingers were nearly frost bitten. You walked up to the door and nervously raised your fist to the wood. Hesitating a few times before committing to a quick few knocks. Nobody answered for a few moments before you heard a couple locks unlock.

You braced to see the boy again expecting that toweringly, sharp unsure gaze through those glasses of his looking down at you. The door finally came ajar and instead of the boy you had been thinking about all day there stood an even taller man. His eyes scanning over your anxious expression, shivering frame, and drink carrier you held with a raised brow. “Can I help you?” The older man said in a hardened-drunken rasp.

You gulped half expecting this to happen, “Is Riki home…?” You said giving the man a shy smile and respectful bow figuring this was probably the first time a girl has ever came to his house and asked for his loser son. He crossed his arms and yelled over his shoulder for Riki causing you to flinch, no response. “He’s not here.” The man lied coldly before shutting the door without another word causing a gust of air to waft into your face, now leaving you alone in the night again. The giddiness you felt soon dissolved into an oddly irritating numbness. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, maybe this was a sign from the universe that you didn’t need to see him again. You turned around heading back the way you came, throwing both the bubble tea you bought into the nearest trashcan you made your way back home.

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She came back? Riki thought to himself.

“Nishimura Riki.” His father said sternly, snapping him out of his reflection. “Who was that girl?” His father began to get more agitated most likely due to the amount of alcohol in his system. “I met her at cram school…” Riki said keeping his head down as his father got closer. “And why the hell would she show up here in the middle of the night?” He asked his voice risen past the point of no return. Riki sat holding his knees whilst his father scolded him about the usual things— keeping grades up, focusing on the future, homework, blah blah. He was accustomed to his father’s nature considering they had this “discussion” or one sided argument at least twice a week so he kinda just stopped listening, only nodding robotically.

It usually ending with Riki repeating that he understands and respects his father’s wishes for him. But this time, “Are you listening to me!?” He shouted yanking Riki’s wrist, causing the muffled noise to become loud again. Riki looked up at his father with a cold, sort of concerned expression especially because his grip felt like a hydraulic press. “Sorry..” Riki mumbled. His father began again blathering on about he shouldn’t be worried about girls while being in school giving him the occasional shove to the shoulder and slap to the back of his head. Once he was done Riki’s bedroom door slammed shut making him flinch slightly. From there Riki took off his glasses, setting them on his nightstand, picked up his phone and silenced all of his morning alarms. He didn’t care anymore.

After a couple long half awake half asleep hours Riki’s mind automatically woke him up. After living everyday inside of a constant loop it’ll of course start to do that. Wake up, classes, cram school, wash up, dinner, study, sleep. Everyday. The blue hour dawn seeped in through his windows instead of jumping up and starting the morbid loop again he just laid there everything blurry as a result of not putting on his glasses he could only make out the redish-pinkish ring beginning to form around his wrist in which his father was the culprit of. He rolled over yanking his comforter over his head and drifted back to sleep.

So much for perfect attendance. So much for being in love.

2𝘯𝘥 𝘢/𝘯: 𝘩𝘪𝘩𝘪!! 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘯 🥲 𝘗𝘵3 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 🔜 𝘵𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸! 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 🥳🥳 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 & 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘺 - 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘥 :))

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“Whats his name again?” You asked, impassively following behind the boy outside in the same direction he first came from.

“Martin something.. and he’s like 8 feet tall!” he said raising both arms over his head clearly over-exaggerating causing your eyes to roll. What a stupid name?? This kid had to be a loser. You thought scratching your head still following behind the small boy.

As you approached the skate park where they all crowded in one specific area. You shoved your hands in your pockets and slowly closed in to find your sister in the middle both teary eyed with a rather large scrape on her knee where blood began trickling down from the wound. The sight making your own blood boil.

Previous reports from your sister sounded like a little bit of teasing or just non-problems all together, but this was the cherry on top. Because 1 you were tired of listening to your sisters complaints and 2 physical bullying? Nope. Now you were really getting annoyed.

The tallest boy was bent over laughing while all the others snickered behind him. You pushed through the rest of crowd and bent down to talk to your sister.

“Which one pushed you?” You asked trying to stay calm for her. She pointed to the one laughing the hardest.

You stood up your hands still shoved in your pockets, stepping in front of your sister positioning yourself to stand before the tall boy waiting for him to notice your presence.

A few seconds went by before he straightened out and his laughter died down when he noticed you, he flinched slightly and his head tilted to the side as if saying “who is this?”

“Is this fucking funny?” You said mocking his tilted head triggering his eyebrows to shoot up out of surprise.

“Bullying 11 year olds is funny now?” You asked waiting for an answer.

He scoffed, “ooo I’m so scared~ here big sister comes to the rescue.” he said in a cocky tone the joke making the crowd of his minions howl.

You continued to stare up at him, cold. “What’re you gonna do?” He raised his eyebrows leaning down attempting to use his height to intimidate you before taking two of his fingers and pushing you at the center of your chest.

“Hellooooo?” He said leaning down closer waving his hand in front of your face that remained stoic. You balled your fist and in a blink he was on his knees clutching his now bloody nose.

You panted, the adrenaline wearing off slowly as you looked back at your sister who was laughing you smirked cocking your leg back it swiftly connecting with his crotch which earned you a nice loud yelp from the now fully collapsed boy. The crowd collectively wincing in pain for him.

You snickered watching him curl into a ball before ushering your sister and her small group of friends away from the scene giving her a light fist bump while exiting the park.

Needless to say you didn’t hear any other complaints from your sister or her friends about this so called bully after that.

Until about 2 days later.

You sat in your room playing video games when your door swung open followed by your flustered mother who pulled your sulking sister in by her arm.

“I want you both downstairs now. I told you all that the new neighbors were coming today, why is everybody acting like they had no idea?!” She growled indicating that your father probably forgot about this too.

“I’ll be down in a couple.” You said projecting your voice over your shoulder, your eyes trained on the tv screen.

Your mother huffed, “No y/n now.” She stated firmly, swiping the remote off of your lap and switching the game off.

You groaned in response, throwing the controller you held onto the couch like a toddler.

“Let’s go.” She urged you both downstairs.

You heard the doorbell ring as you made your way down the stairs, your father yelling that he’d get it. You winced listening to the overly polite tone your parents used when greeting the new family.

Your sister stood in the entry way a few feet from you she looked like she’d been stunned, like a deer in headlights almost? Her expression told you to go get a better look at the family that was guided into the house and was now taking their shoes off.

You squinted at the four, your eyebrows slowly lifting, “Is that…?” You whispered in your sister’s direction. She nodded with a nervous gulp.

You covered your mouth briefly before the tall boy noticed you both gawking at him and his little brother. They too sharing the awkward moment of recognition that you and your sister already had. You didn’t recognize the little boy at Martin’s hip but your sister did, he was her age, one of the boys at the park. One of them who never really spoke and always kept his distance. Probably since he knew what his older brother did to her daily.

Your mother chimed in declaring that you and your sister introduce yourselves. Your sister looked up at you urging you to go first.

Your mouth slowly going dry as you scrambled to make sense of the moment. Martin let the smallest smirk slip while watching the scene unfold causing your jaw to clench.

“..My name is Y/n and his is Hana.” you gestured to your sister.

Martin’s parents nodded with appreciative smiles. “This is Martin and this is Kai,” They gestured over to the boys, Martin making a peace sign and Kai who gave you a small smile when their names were said.

“Come sit down!” Your father beckoned all of you over to the dinner table where food was already prepared. You sat down across from Martin and next to your sister and father.

You loaded your plate and began eating attempting to drown out the empty conversations and tense air around you. Your eyes absentmindedly landing on Martin as you chewed but his gaze already fixed on you while he leaned back in his seat. You held his gaze for a brief moment, his eyes giving you a kind of “fuck you” glare. Your attention wavering when your mother began to speak again, “Y/n loves music too tell them~” your mom said expecting you to be following the conversation and waiting for you to respond “..yeah I play the guitar and stuff” you said through a mouth full of food.

This caught Martins attention a bit. Triggering him to sit up a bit straighter.

“How wonderful~” His mother said, “Our Martin is so talented with music too,” she too urging him to talk a little.

He nodded lazily, “I write a little, make beats, things like that.” He said monotonously. You thought that was kinda cool.. not really though.

The dinner continued carried by boring conversation and scornful glances stollen by you and Martin all the way until dessert your mother coming out of the kitchen with a warm pan of precut brownies. Kai and Hana’s eyes lighting up at the sight and smell. Everyone’s hands reaching for one once the pan was set down.

Your fingers brushed against Martin’s causing you to recoil like he was some sort of poisonous animal. He picked up the brownie you wanted and gestured for you to take it. You hesitantly took it avoiding his eyes.

As you chewed one conversation your father started caught your attention, “Why did you guys decide to move here? This place is pretty rural.” He chuckled hoarsely.

Mr. Edwards laughed along with your dad before he spoke up, “We had a little bit of an accident at our previous home,” He looked over at Martin who shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Taking a sip of his water before he spoke again, “house fire.” He said raising his eyebrows promptly. Your parents gasped, your mother holding her heart in shock.

“This one,” Mr. Edwards said throwing an arm around Martin, “Left a candle going.” He said looking over at the uncomfortable boy beside him shaking his shoulder.

“We had a dog and a few fish but it’s alright. We’re glad everyone made it out okay.” he patted Martin on the shoulder, who seemed visibly triggered by the topic.

You gulped looking forwards at Martin who’s eyes quickly averted yours. You couldn’t help but feel kinda bad for him. Even your sister looked upset. “I’m so sorry.” You spoke, nodding along with his parents. Though Martin’s eyes remain downcast as if subconsciously refusing to except your apology.

“Well. On a lighter note… drinks anyone!” His father said hoisting up a case of beer up onto the table. Martin didn’t flinch as everyone roared with excitement. Both sets of parents trailing into the kitchen, both siblings ran off to play leaving you and Martin at the table. Your eyes lingered on his dismal stare at the space in his lap as you slowly stood up and pushed your chair in before exiting the room quietly.

You followed the “party” into the kitchen waltzing lazily over to the fridge, grabbing yourself a rootbeer then sitting passively at the island table in the middle of the space, knowing that if you tried to sneak back upstairs your mom would chop your head off.

As the night progressed both sets of parents got louder and louder… and drunker and drunker. Not just drunk but obnoxiously drunk.

By the time 9:00 arrived you were ready to pull your hair out. You could tell Martin was stressed out too just by the way he tried to coax is parents into leaving… multiple times. You undoubtably understood where he was coming from, if you were stuck at a strangers house on a Friday night from 6:00pm to 9:00pm you’d be equally as irritated.

Eventually he made is way closer to you, most likely not knowing what else to do. Sitting at the island about 2 seats away, your head sat in your hands listening to the noisy drunken debates your parents held with Martin’s. You rose from your hands and looked over at Martin briefly, his jaw was tight as he massaged his temples. You couldn’t take it anymore — is what you thought before you found yourself slipping discreetly out of the house and into the chilly night.

You dug in your pocket for the pack of cigarettes you weren’t supposed to have. Sitting down on the second stoop of your porch. You lit one in the cupped corner of your hand and took in a long inhalation, when exhaling you finally felt calm for the first time since 5:45, your acquired headache already starting to fade. You admired the night sky quietly to yourself, the moon making a brief appearance through the clouds, the evening traffic muffled throughout your neighborhood.

You took another drag of your cigarette and sighed. Your high interrupted by the creek of the front door opening behind you, you froze holding the slowly burning cigarette. You prepared to get violently scolded by whoever stepped out behind you. But upon glancing to your left it was just Martin, you exhaled quietly thanking god under your breath.

He sat down next to you letting out a sigh of relief appreciating the quiet. For a few agonizing moments you both sat in total silence.

Hesitating before speaking you mumbled, “I’m sorry about your house..” you kinda blurted out.

A pause. “It should be sorry for obliterating ur nuts.” He said pursing his lips, looking over at you and stifling a smile, causing you to crack a small smile too.

“Yeah..,” you sighed looking back to when you kinda kicked his ass the other day.

“I didn’t mean to push her. Really.” He stated. You tilted your head slightly.

“Well why were you laughing?” You asked alluding to some form of forgiveness.

“….dunno” he let his lazy, untrustworthy response hang in the air.

“Mhm.” You said getting re-annoyed easily.

He scooted over a bit causing your cheeks to get abnormally hot and pointed at the lit cigarette in between your fingers before speaking, “You know those things are bad for you.” He said looking over at you, attempting to change the subject.

“Fuck you.” You said without warning, hating that he was so close. He shut his mouth quickly. You stood up and went back inside, shutting the door behind you harder than he expected. Leaving him alone again.

You didn’t like that he attempted to be “nice” to you. You didn’t like that he pushed your sister, made her bleed, made her cry, and then tried to get away with a half-ass apology. Along with not even attempting to apologize to her. And you especially didn’t like that he thought you were stupid even though he probably didn’t think that at all.

You trailed up to your room finally, shutting the lights off and crawling into bed attempting to decompress.

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In the morning you arose from your bed wiping the drool off from the side of your cheek. Your hair messy, your pj pants risen above your calves. Three signs of a good night’s rest.

Scratching your side you stalked downstairs but as you got closer to the bottom of the staircase your brows furrowed… silence? Normally it’s chaos downstairs on a Saturday morning? You squinted outside of patio windows, your parents were outside with… them.

Your jaw clenched tightly upon opening the door. “How are they already back..” you groaned quietly before pushing open the screen door. Looking to your left you saw both sets of parents sitting on rocking chairs drinking coffee. They all looked up at you once they heard the door shut, “well well look who decided to show up.” Your father said laughing while he rest of the bunch chuckled along.

You were about to rebuttal when you noticed the harmonious sound of children laughing and screaming. Your judgmental stare momentarily softening upon studying the scene in front of you. “They’re calling it the giraffe game.” Martin’s mother spoke narrating the sight. Your sister sat up on Martin’s shoulders while he ran from his little brother.

Once the trio noticed you they stopped. Martin’s expression going hollow as his eyes scanned your appearance, messy hair and all. He bit his tongue, suppressing a smile at your sleepy appearance, slowly putting your sister back on the ground as he watched your expression harden.

Why was he looking at me like that. — was all you could think in that moment.

His lips parted as if going to speak before you quickly turned and bound back into the house. It was too early to deal with him.

For the remainder of the day you stayed up in your room gaming and practicing with your guitar per usual. You had no idea if Martin and his family were still downstairs neither did you really care. Around dinner time your stomach began to rumble causing you to pause your game and trek downstairs, thankfully that idiot and his family were gone. It was about time you thought to yourself.

You went on to prepare yourself a bowl of ramyeon when your mother appeared behind you clearing her throat seeking your attention. You turned to face her, already irritated.

“Why did you think it was acceptable to be up in your room all day while the Edwards were here?” She asked in an aggravated manner with crossed arms.

You shrugged refusing to give her a verbal response.

“That was very disrespectful of you,” She said shaking her head.

A pause, “Why don’t you want to be friends with that boy, he’s your age and they just moved here Y/n.” She added watching your expression go sour.

You shook your head through her whole sentence. “He’s.. a loser.” — was the best excuse you could make up given you had no real reason anymore now that clearly he made up with your sister.

“Y/n c’mon.” Your mom pressed on as you slurped your ramyeon. You just shook your head some more.

“He already has friends.” You stated looking back to when you first encountered him at the park.

“Well then whats one more.” She responded softly causing you to grunt.

“He’s a good looking kid Y/n, seems intelligent too, I’d approve of it.” Your father chimed in from the living room.

You let out a visceral groan, you couldn’t even eat in peace without hearing about him??

ꔛ

“She seems a little isolated, maybe you should ask her to go play at the park or something.” Ms. Edwards spoke with concern.

“We aren’t toddlers mom,” Martin spoke back. “Besides, I don’t think she likes me that much.” He added his tone lowering as the sentence finished.

“Well why is that?” His mother asked with risen eyebrows.

Martin pursed his lips and scratched the back of his head, avoiding the question. “Martin James.” His mother pressed on.

“..I was messing with her sister the other day at the park and-,” both of his parents gasped.

“We did not raise you like that.” His father barked. “Tomorrow you will go apologize.” He added.

“I already did.” Martin said sassily through clenched teeth.

“Well then you’ll go ask her to socialize, play, mingle — whatever teenagers do.” His mother declared ending the conversation, leaving no room for further discussion.

Martin was scared.

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The next day Martin waited and waited until it was almost 5 o’clock before he mustered up the courage to ask you to “hang out.”

Martin knew you didn’t like him, he just couldn’t put his finger on why.

He hesitated before knocking once then twice before someone opened the door. He was expecting one of your parents to answer since you were always in your room but.. it was you.

He searched for his words as you looked up at him, your expression flat.

“Uhm.. do you wanna hang out?” He said looking in every direction except your eyes.

“N-,” you started before you were cut off.

“She would love to Martin~” your mother interrupted upon appearing behind you.

“Go play~” she said attaching this to her previous statement before pushing you outside and locking the door. God you hated your parents.

You were stuck with him now. Great.

“You know how to skate?” He asked awkwardly. You just now noticing that he was holding his skateboard in his hand behind him.

“Kinda,” you said blinking. “..its been a while.”

“K.” He said sucking his teeth in constraint waiting for you to.. do something else.

You pushed past him and headed to your garage to fetch your skateboard.

After you retrieved the board you both started off to the park. The same tensely awkward feeling enveloping the air around you both as you walked.

“..you said you play the guitar… thats cool.” He said looking down at the pavement in front of him.

“Yea, thanks.” You said keeping your eyes trained forward.

“What kind?” He asked sounding genuinely curious.

“Mostly acoustic but I like electric too, my parents yell at me when it gets too loud though, which is all the time.” You said, this being the most words you’ve ever said to him.

“Ahh. Yeah your parents seem a bit strict..” he replied.

“Yea a little, I guess,” You shrugged. “How about yours?” You asked upgrading to asking him questions.

“Nah, not much. They just hate leaving me by myself now cuz of the fire and everything.” He said bleakly.

“I see,” You nodded. “Yeah.. if my parents found out I smoked and stuff they’d kill me.”

“why do you smoke? If you don’t mind me asking.” He questioned curiously.

You did mind.

“Dunno.” You lied.

He nodded silently. You both let out a sigh of relief when the park appeared in the distance with nobody in it. Thankful that nobody would see you with one another. Because to your friends Martin was a loser and to his friends you were the girl who kicked his ass.

When the two of you stepped foot on in the skate park Martin put his board down and began skating. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t fairly good — you thought as you sat on a nearby bench watching him, bored.

After a moment he skated back in your direction, stopping and doing that fancy stomp thingy in order to catch his board in his hand. Raising his eyebrows as if saying “impressed?” You just rolled your eyes.

“Well can you do any tricks?” He asked putting his hands on his hips.

“I could do a kick flip but I probably can’t anymore.” You said in an unamused tone.

“How long has it been?” He asked figuring it had to be a couple years.

“Last year I stopped cuz I sprained my ankle.” You said watching his eyes look down at your ankles then back up at your face.

“Oh c’mon. You know you can still do one. Only a year? Thats light work.” He said holding his hand out intending for you to grab it and stand up from the bench.

You took his hand and rose, biting the inside of your cheek as you did so. Subtle signs of your apprehension not only about the task at hand but about him in general.

You prepared to try the trick again taking a deep breath, pretending that Martin wasn’t here. Standing on your board you jumped up successfully did a kick flip — almost.

Once you landed on the ground the board decided to fly out from under you since you must’ve landed too far on the back of it. Your feet were swiftly swept from underneath you, but before you hit the ground you felt two arms wrap around your back.

Once you got stabilized you and Martin gave each other an awkward a stare since he was kinda holding you... After a pause you both burst out into laughter.

“I almost just ate total shit,” You said through both laughter and panting.

“I’d never let that happen.” Martin said in a cocky tone raising a bicep beside him making you laugh even more at his lame joke. He thought your laughter was quite cute.

You stood up again. “I’m gonna get it.” You challenged yourself out loud, not letting Martin out-swag you to your face.

Before you could protest he took both of your hands into his insisting you’d hold onto them for support even through your refusal.

Holding tightly onto his hands that were 10x bigger than yours you tried again, nailing the trick second try. Martin cheered boisterously for you although it didn’t really count to you since you were holding onto him for assistance. He thought you did great nonetheless.

You both skated around each other for a few hours participating in meaningless conversations about nothing — school, what his old home town was like, hobbies. Upon discovery you two actually had a lot in common, same music taste, same fashion sense, same taste in food. He was just a gigantic less cool version of you, one that bullies little kids.

Still in the back of your mind you were apprehensive about him. All guys are the same anyways, thats all you knew. It was only matter of time before he tried something.

You noticed the sky was getting dark but it was only 6:15? “Why is it so dark already?” You said making Martin stop skating and look around, then up. Before thunder rumbled from above you, causing you to flinch slightly.

Martin instinctively moved closer to you, a worrisome expression on his face, “We should probably go.” He said gesturing for you to follow him out of the park.

The both of your paces began quickening once you heard quiet rumbles in the distance that got closer minute by minute.

Martin looked down at you briefly you looked nervous.. it was just a little storm he thought? Not long after that thought he felt a raindrop land on his forehead.

Then another crack of thunder struck this time it sounded like it was right above you. You flinched again and clung onto Martin’s arm. But after a pause you quickly let go. “Sorry,” you said quietly. “I hate loud noises.” You expressed while looking down.

“It’s alright.” He said softly, a tone of sincerity evident in his voice upon seeing the softer side of you after you always acted so uptight.

Before he could continue a siren began blaring in the distance. Martin slowly looked down you and you slowly looked up at him. This wasn’t a good sign.

Speed walking turn into sprinting and soon sprinting turned into running. The rain intensifying as you ran, you both getting absolutely soaked. Obviously Martin could run faster than you so once he noticed you falling behind slightly he grabbed your hand and pulled you along. The skateboards in your hand’s made running a bit hard, your hair stuck to your face and on top of all the rain of course you tripped.

Your adrenaline levels were so high, you just got back up and signaled to Martin you were okay. Luckily your houses were only half a block away.

Once the both of you arrived you ran up the steps and into your house. Martin having to yank the door shut behind him a-test to all of the wind.

“What.. the fuck..” He panted catching his breath.

You sat down in your entry way attempting to catch your own breath.

“Your knees Y/n..?” He bent down to asses the damage, they were both skinned pretty good since you hit concrete.

You looked down and winced, the adrenaline wearing down in that moment. “Shit..” you wavered.

Martin took off his shoes quickly and searched for paper towels. He patted the wounds with the towels before helping you up into the nearest bathroom.

“We need to clean them.” He said urgently as you sat atop of the sink.

“You’re acting like I just got shot.” You said still panting, the pain being very subtle.

“Infections aren’t a laughing matter.” He said 100% serious, making you laugh anyways.

“There’s alcohol in there.” You pointed to a drawer.

Martin carefully poured a bit on a cloth and dabbed it on your scraped knees. The slight burning sensation causing you to grimace and push him away. “Enough. No more.” You said shaking your head.

“I barely got any on,” He said earnestly. “A little more then thats it.” He coaxed moving a piece of damp hair from your forehead to your temple.

You gripped the edge of the sink and rolled your eyes bracing for impact, “Fine.” He nodded mopping the cloth over the cuts again, your eyes squeezed shut in pain, your hand gripping his shirt. In an attempt to offer you comfort he stepped closer between your legs that hung over the edge, patting your back.

“I’m convinced you just like seeing people in pain.” You said breathlessly as you let your head rest on his chest, calming yourself from the pain. He rolled his eyes at your comment and continued to pat your back. The moment feeling natural, given the last hour you both endured together.

“Pain cream? Bandages?” He asked. “Right drawer.” You replied sitting up right again.

Martin carefully applied both the cream and bandages, in doing so he spoke, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault I fell like a dumbass.” You countered.

He shook his head, “I should’ve checked the weather before I asked to hang out.”

You let out a half giggle, “Don’t be sorry. Thank you.”

A loud knock on the closed bathroom door interrupted the conversation, Martin reached over and opened it. Your father stood on the other side arms crossed.

“What are you two doing in here alone.” He asked sternly.

You hopped down from the sink and trailed out after Martin. “It’s a long story.” You said not feeling like explaining. He got the idea once he noticed you both were drenched in water.

“Stuck in the storm huh?” Your father said looking you both up and down. “It’s a tornado watch right now.”

“We know.” You both stated in unison.

ꔛ

Your father told Martin he was welcome to stay until the rain died down as long as it wasn’t too late. After you changed from your wet clothes to dry ones you offered to blow dry Martin’s hair for him, of course he agreed.

“I wish I had a change of clothes for you.” You said feeling bad that he had to sit on a towel atop of your bed like a dirty puppy.

“I’m fine.” He said smiling, enjoying your fingers running through his hair whilst the blow dryer’s hot air gave him goosebumps.

“I could probably see if my dad has a shirt that fits?” You pressed on, feeling uncomfortable for him.

“You could, but like I said I’m good.” Martin said, only not wanting you to stop running your fingers through his hair but not admitting that.

You turned off the blow dryer and went to consult your father,“I’ll be back.”

Martin groaned once you stepped out.

You arrived back with a change of clothes; a t-shirt and shorts, “See if these fit.” You said throwing him the items. You turned around and waited.

“Done.” He said posing for you once you turned around. You laughed, cringing slightly seeing him in your father’s clothes. His necklaces, rings, and studded bracelets paired with the fit making you laugh even more.

“You look ridiculous.” You said through laughter.

“Ridiculously handsome.” He responded in a cocky tone, flexing his biceps in the full length mirror you kept in your room. Causing you to shake your head in embarrassment.

You sat up on your bed as he continued to examine himself in your mirror for longer than you expected. When he was done he went on to rummage around your room, looking at every shelf, poster and game you had.

“Holy shit. I love this game!” He exclaimed jumping up and down like a toddler. “I just haven’t had anyone to play it with..” He said with risen eyebrows and a small smirk.

“Fine.” You said trailing over to the tv and turning it on. While you were turned around he jumped around some more in excitement, happy you said yes.

You both plopped down on the couch in front of your tv. Once the game loaded up you handed him a controller and began to play.

He was good but you were better, of course.

The rain stopped a long time ago. You two were just milking it at this point in the night.

You knew he knew it was a Sunday night. That meant school was tomorrow, but neither one of you wanted to bring it up.

The night went on through screaming and bickering over the game, the showing of random reels, and occasional gossip sessions, until the ultimate decision was made to put on a movie. It was 9:00 already.

At 11:45, Martin’s eyes fluttered open to the sight of movie credits playing on the tv, your head circumstantially pressed against his shoulder. He picked up his phone, 16 missed calls from his parents, 19 text messages.

“Shit.” He whispered, looking between his phone and your peaceful expression as you slept.

He slowly sat upwards, trying hard not to wake you up. He slowly lowered you to rest comfortably on the arm of the couch and stood up. He loomed there for a moment, watching your chest rise and fall, listening to the faint stir of your vocals.

After much thought Martin shook his head and scooped your body up then carried you carefully to your bed. He gently laid you down, covering your body up with your comforter, and moving your hair out of your face before disappearing from your room.

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You woke up hours later to your phones alarm blaring from across the room. Sitting up you rubbed your neck, looking around, wondering how you got to your bed with no recollection of doing so? You didn’t give it much thought before you began getting ready.

“You’re grounded.” Was the first thing you heard this morning.

“No video games, no tv, no phone, no Martin.” Your father stated extending his hand out for your phone. Which you handed to him sassily.

Your expression going sour at that last part which hit you a bit harder than the rest. Your mother nodded along as your father scolded you, your sister watching from afar biting her nails.

“We told you he could stay until the rain stopped, not stay all night curled up next to you.” He spoke to you as you stood trying to drown his words out. Looking out of your patio window across the street at Martins house.

“Are you listening to me young lady.” He raised his voice.

“..yes.” You lied.

After more scolding he finally dismissed you and you headed off to school. Your thoughts plagued with memories of yesterday, he kept touching your hands, touching your hair, taking care of you?

Not flirting with you, not making vulgar jokes, not trying to get in your pants. He was actually interested in what you had to say, actually engaging in conversation, and listening. It was like he cared?

Surely he didn’t. But it felt like he did — a feeling you weren’t familiar with, a feeling that felt wrong.

You got home from school in a sulky mood, giving your parents the silent treatment as you trailed up to your room where your controllers were gone, and tv cables were all unplugged. You groaned into your pillow. This was so unfair.

Scanning your room for something to do your eyes landed on the pile of Martins clothes that sat in front of your dresser. Meaning he still had your dad’s, that fact made you laugh a bit.

You picked the shirt up examining it, it had random band that you’ve never heard of printed on it. The wrinkled fabric was soft, it wasn’t wet anymore, but one thing stuck out to you. It smelled just like him; a musky, spruce like scent… it was nice.

You threw the shirt down when you heard someone open your bedroom door, straightening out quickly. Luckily it was just your sister.

She was holding a piece of paper, you furrowed your eyebrows as she held it out to you, “Martin told me to give this to you.” She said blankly.

“U free at 12:00 tn?” Was scribbled messily on the paper. You didn’t know what that meant but something told you that you’d regret not saying yes. And thats all you wrote back, ‘yes’.

“Go give it back.” You told your sister, shoeing her out of your room quickly. You followed her downstairs, watching her trail across our yard, then the street, and knock on his door. Peering from your patio window you watched as he answered the door, that same shit-eating grin he always wore plastered on his face once he saw what you wrote. You saw him mouth a few words to your sister and then give her a fist bump and shut the door.

You squinted expecting some further explanation from him, “Well? What did he say?” You asked your sister as soon as she got back who looked startled by your urgency.

“He just said ‘cool, thanks’.” she shrugged and walked away.

What the hell did you just agree to?

ꔛ

You paced your room for the remainder of the night, without your phone or your tv what could you really occupy yourself with.

What could possibly happen at 12:00? Did he even know you were grounded? Why were you so nervous? This was just a stupid kid you met a week or so ago who happened to be kinda nice. And kinda cute. You screamed into your pillow, kicking your feet at that last thought.

The last kinda nice kinda cute boy who appeared in your life fucked you over completely. You needed to control yourself.

“All boys are the same. All boys are the same. All boys are the same.” You repeated over and over again while pacing.

You looked at the clock on your nightstand that read 12:03. The next minute you heard a rustle outside of your window, silence, a quiet stir, then a sudden sting of faint knocking.

You drew the curtains and flinched at the figure who was crouched down in front of the window, struggling to open it all the way you half whispered half yelled, “what the hell are you doing?” Wondering how he made it to your second story bedroom window but deciding not to ask.

“Coming to see you? Duh?” Martin said back followed by a sigh of relief as soon as he shimmied through the restricted space that was the window, dusting himself off from leaves and dirt.

“You know I’m grounded right?” You whispered looking around. Before going to lock your door.

“I figured that much.. bcuz I am too.” He smiled awkwardly, scratching his head.

“Do you wanna get me killed?” You replied in an ironic tone, accepting your fate.

He shook his head looking down. “I jus-,” you cut him off.

“We can’t be in here.” You said going to unlock your bedroom door, shut the lights off, and stuff a pillow underneath your sheets, before pushing Martin out of the window again.

After you both made it safely onto the top of the roof, you sighed. “Now why are you here?” You asked finding a sane reason hard to comprehend.

“Ya know..,” he struggled, looking around at the scene in front of him, “I wanted to check on you.” He finally got out, pointing to the bandages still on your knees.

You squinted. Why wouldn’t you be fine? “Oh.. Well I’m good.”

He nodded “good.” He said continuing to gaze out into the distance. The sky had no clouds in sight stars on full display, it was slightly windy, the street still wet from yesterday’s storm, the moon illuminating the sky around you both.

“Last night was fun..” he spoke, picking the skin on his fingers.

“I guess yea.” You replied.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked looking over at you, who sat chris-crossed.

“Good.” You thought back to last night, “did you.. help me into bed?”

He swallowed, “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable on that stiff ass couch.” He looked away. “Sorry if I stepped out of bounds.”

You shook your head, “that was really sweet of you Martin.”

He stiffened, feeling his temperature rise a bit. That was the first time you had said his name.

You regretted your words as soon as they left your mouth once you noticed he went silent. With shaky hands you reached for your lighter and pack of cigarettes.

Martin’s attention was brought back when he heard the flick of the lighter from next to him. You drew a long inhalation, hoping this would help ease your nerves.

“You never told me why you smoked?” He asked for a second time.

You sighed, “My shitty ex coaxed me into trying it.” You confessed finally.

He blinked, “..now you’re addicted?” He questioned, his tone soft.

You thought for a moment, “I only smoke when I’m stressed out.”

“Why are you stressed out right now?” He asked after a pause “Do I stress you out?” He followed up with.

“I’m.. I’m just not used to this.” You admitted.

“Not used to what exactly?” Martin questioned, turning to face you because if you were uncomfortable he wanted to get to the bottom of why.

“..being cared about.” You muttered, cringing at your own words.

On the other hand your confession hit Martin hard, “what do you mean by that?”

You shrugged, “I dunno.. it feels like you care so much about me meanwhile we just met and I’ve been a bitch for 50% of those moments.. like I beat your ass the other day.. why are you nice? Ya know? …it’s just a different feeling.” You looked down, taking another inhalation of your cigarette.

Martin tilted his head, “Its almost like do care about you?”

“Did you just want me to walk away when you fell? Or push you away when you go scared of the thunder? Or just shrug it off when you looked like you were sleeping uncomfortably?” He continued, letting his heart speak for him.

“I’m not a monster Y/n?” Martin stated searching for eye contact as he spoke, just now realizing you’ve been seriously mistreated in the past.

He gulped and looked back up at the sky once he realized you weren’t going to respond, he understood you likely needed a minute to process.

Suddenly something clicked in your head making you think - Maybe he wasn’t like the other guys after all..

“Did you wanna go out sometime? ..like a date?” You asked finally looking over at him, his eyebrows shot up as a large teeth-y smile formed over his face. Before he quickly looked away, scratching his head. You could tell he was giddy.

“I mean we’re kinda on a date right now aren’t we?” He asked with a tilted head, moving closer to you, so close that your hips were touching, and his palm rested on the roofing behind you.

“Is that what you wanna call this?” You replied with a smirk, following his gaze up at the stars.

As you were immersed in stars you were about to put the cigarette to your lips again your arm was intercepted from the task. In confusion you looked over at Martin whose lips were already connected with your own. His dominant hand moving to gently hold your head in place while his lips melted into yours, his free hand plucking the cigarette from your fingers and throwing it off of the roof.

If there was one thing you learned tonight it was - all guys aren’t the same.. at least he wasn’t.

“I have a headache.” you said refusing to spare the boy second glance.

“Well if you’re trying to kill yourself.” He said in a blunt mumble shrugging.

Giving him a squinted glare you spoke, “of course I’m not!?” You scoffed, finding his bluntness pretty rude. He didn’t say anything else before you heard a small snap, his pencil lead lying on his paper detached from the wood. You reverted your gaze back to the teacher, as if you could care less. He rummaged through his pencil case for a while. After a brief moment you felt a tap on your shoulder, you looked over again.

“Yes?” You said curtly, giving him another negligent glare.

“Can I borrow a pencil?” He asked blinking slowly at you accompanied by slumped shoulders— as if it was a hassle to ask you a simple question.

After looking him over you complied with a sigh handing him your last mechanical pencil in a sluggish mannor, matching his exact energy.

“Thanks.” He stated with a hollow stare that sent an uninvited chill down your spine, you nodded with a gulp before going back to try and focus on the task at hand; writing notes, keeping pace with the practice equations and.. trying to stay awake since it was about 4pm, aka prime nap time.

You woke up to the sounds of chairs being pushed in and the sound of the boy next to you’s backpack being zipped shut. Shooting up out of your seat to look around your heart dropped.

“..its fucking over?!” You shrieked looking around, then back at the boy. He nodded holding your pencil you lended him out to you, unfazed by your panicked state.

“My finals are tomorrow?! My parents are gonna kill me if I fail…” you groaned hitting your head with your fist a couple times.

The boy stood with a stoic expression while he looked down at your pathetic state. Riki had a tiny bit of compassion hidden away in his heart especially for people who had some for him too. He looked down at the pencil in his hand and sighed.

“I’ll help you.” He said looking down at you.

You picked your head up off your hands and looked up at him with an astonished stare. “Really?” You asked wiping your messy hair out of your face.

He looked at his phone that read 7pm and then back down at you blankly. “…yes,”

You gasped at the nice gesture, especially from the cold boy you first met today. “Thank you! Thank you!” You said standing and packing up quickly, a giddy expression plastered on your face. When finished you took his hands in both of yours and shook them vigorously before speaking, “I can’t thank you enough, really. Thank you! Thank you…” you paused searching for his name tag pinned onto his uniform that read Nishimura Riki. Before you could finish your sentence he interrupted.

“Don’t.” He said disconnecting your hands from his coldly. You could tell he didn’t want to do this favor but his heart persuaded him otherwise.

“Let’s go.” He said quietly. You followed him out into the busy street, sticking to his side anxiously you assessed him, he was tall and lanky, his bangs covered most of his forehead, lips were plump, and he was undoubtedly handsome. He resembled that of a newborn puppy, timid yet cautious and calculated.

You decide to put an end to the awkward silence he provided while walking to his home. “My names y/n..” you said looking down at the pavement underneath your shuffling feet.

He hummed in acknowledgment, “My names Riki.” He replied keeping his gaze trained forward, silence soon following once again. You nodded in response chewing on the skin off of your lip.

After a long and painfully silent stroll to his house the both of you made your way inside, taking off your shoes, looking around you noted the smallness of the space, and the stoic energy that matched his mood to a T. A wall of awards caught your eye, ones that read ..𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺, 𝘦𝘤𝘵. Your eyes widened, you got lucky with this guy.

Trailing back to his room you sat down on a chair to the boys left while he dug through his backpack for the notes he took earlier. You sat your chin on your palm staring off into space, quietly observing his collection of books and binders on his desk. He cleared his throat causing you to divert your attention to him as he began to speak, “There are three major types of probabilities, Theoretical Probability, Experimental Probability, Axiomatic Probability.” He said circling the trio.

Before you knew it.. “P(B) = n(B) / n(S) = 36 / 36 = 1.” You wrote down and gave him a questioning stare at whether you were right or not, his eyes scanned your answer before meeting yours and nodding slowly. Your smile widened as he leaned back in the chair with a seemingly exhausted sigh even though it had only been two hours since you started. “I think you got it.” Riki stated lacking any real encouragement.

You looked over at him briefly, “This was really a big help.” you said genuinely grateful. The people he usually helped study were never thankful or grateful for his help, them typically forcing him to do the task. Your candidness made him tense slightly and tone stirred something in his stomach.. butterflies? The concept of getting butterflies by the simple fact someone is was naturally appreciative towards him was.. unorthodox in his mind. He hummed in response to your gratitude, continuing to clean up the supplies you both used to study.

“I wish I could make up for it?” You spoke again in that same tone a warm smiling plaguing your lips, and head tilted to the side. He gulped shaking his head sternly. “Maybe lunch? Or a convenience store run?” You continued to press on.

“No. It’s really fine.” He said in a firmness that was a little frightening. It almost sounded like he was battling something within himself.

“Well I’m not leaving until you figure something out.” You said after a short pause, your tone teasing whilst flopping onto his perfectly arranged bedsheets belly first. One of your legs lazily hanging off the side of his bed the other in the air as you scrolled on social media. His eyes trailing up them before catching a glimpse of your underwear that peaked out of your school uniform skirt. He looked away quickly, clenching the pens in his hands. This was wrong. A girl on his bed, a girl in his room? One that made him feel.. all weird and tingly.

“Think of anything?” You asked after a couple minutes, turning to sit up and look at him again. You noticed his uncomfortable stance and avoidant demeanor. “You ok—?” You asked before looking down and noticing a sizable implement in his pants. And god it was huge.. you definitely hadn’t expected this from someone like Riki, someone so blunt, quiet, and cold. Compared to those glasses, perfectly organized room, walls lined with books and manga, and various academic awards you could only imagine that he’s never even been in close proximity to a woman. And here you come sitting on his bed, him looking down at you.. makes sense.

He sighed setting down the things he had in his hands and sluggishly sat on his bed beside you and falling down onto his back, you watched his jaw clench and hands rubbing his eyes from under his glasses and temples in frustration and most likely embarrassment. You bit your lip awkwardly, not really knowing what to follow up with.

“I can’t think of anything, so maybe you should just go.” He finally spoke. He felt like a complete pervert, getting hard over seeing the slightest slit up your skirt. It became very apparent to him that he was indeed no better than the average man.

“I can maybe help you.. with that?” You spoke softly, theres that sincerity again. He thought for a moment. The silence defining his confusion.

“Seriously?” He sat up quickly pushing his glasses back in place, his face a mix of surprise and discomfort most likely from the straining fabric around his bulge. You nodded letting out a stifled laugh at his eager tone.

He looked down at his lap then back up at you his eyes were desperate. But his tone said otherwise “I don’t want to make it seem like.. I’m forcing anything.” He said shifting uncomfortably.

You smirked “You’re so lame..” you scoffed in teasing tone. He was used to this type of behavior towards him and usually resented the treatment. Being bullied, pushed around, degraded. But from you it felt different… it felt good? His bulge becoming abnormally uncomfortable now. You stood in front of him while he still slumped against the wall, he couldn’t believe that this was real. A girl coming within a 100 yards of him was unheard of let alone one asking to ‘help’ with his boner. His gaze seemed to get cloudier by the second them more he thought about it.

“Well?” You said snapping him out of his daydream. You gestured in the general direction of his pants causing him to give you a confused stare. “Jesus,” You sighed, how much of a virgin could one person act like. You stepped forward and began unbuttoning his trousers, stopping before noticing the nervous state he was in just by the way his hands trembled slightly at his sides.

“Calm down.” You said gently, sitting down beside him again steadying his hands by his sides. His gaze softening a bit after your gentle tone. “Sorry,” he muttered pushing his glasses up again.

Deciding that a bit of foreplay was necessary due to the lack of confidence that Riki seemed to have, you climbed onto his lap which forced him to sit up against the wall automatically. He tried to follow along with whatever signals you gave him even though everything felt like it was moving so fast with that he waited for you to make the next move. His puppy-like eyes bored into yours, waiting, his invisible tail wagging quickly. Studying the new face that sat in front of him on his lap, his gaze lingering on your lips for a long moment. A low unintentional “Mmh..” escaping his mouth as his hands clasped your hips, the contact between your clothed pussy and his bulge rewiring his body to do odd things, things he could’ve never imagined doing with a girl. His hips rolled against yours, compelling his eyebrows to tent upwards— fuck. You felt yourself coming undone watching him get off so hungrily on little to no contact at all made you yearn for what it looked like when the real thing came. Leaning forward you pressed a warm kiss onto his plump lips a spilt second passing before he returned the kiss greedily, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer causing your back to arch.

“…feels …so …good,” he purred between sloppy kisses, eagerly grinding his clothed hips into yours, wanting the inaccessible so badly. You hummed in agreement, hands cupping his lower jaw and part of his occipital as you bounced in his lap and the wet sounds of the both of your lips clouting together filled the warm air in the room. By forcing your tongue in his mouth you stifled his small whimpers, the soft object exploring all the way around his mouth sent a shiver up his back. Somehow his tongue then made it back into your mouth now that he felt comfortable enough, the two meeting in the middle. Dancing around one another as fireworks erupted in his head. Riki couldn’t remember the last time he felt this much bliss aside from when he won valediction last year but this, this had to have taken the cake. Finally he broke the kiss, you leaned back to assess the damage. His glasses fogged, lips pinker than they were before, and cheeks as red as tomatoes.

“…hhh,” he sighed pushing his glasses up into his hair to rub his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at his nerdy little gestures. “..hm?” He said catching your smile.

“You’re cute.” You said simply causing him to blush and shake his head. Hopping off of his lap and sitting down next to him leaning slightly on his shoulder you smirked. You felt the heat radiating off of his body while he watched you reach down to lazily trace the outline of his clothed cock. “It’s so big..” you marveled sweetly, out loud this time. His eyes widened “really?! You think so?” He said sounding almost doubtful at your observation. You nodded letting your fingers push at the waist band of his boxers finally letting his length free. He avoided your wide eyes and the silence that came along with them. You gawked at the size once again, watching a small string of clear precum tempting from his tip your mouth practically began to water. Pushing down that urge deep inside your chest, you reached for his length and began to gently pump it. Listening to his breath hitch he groaned quietly, “..faster y/n,” you complied and started to pump faster his eyes finding yours and lips puckering for a kiss. Already becoming a needy mess for someone he just had met a few hours earlier. You leaned in again subconsciously agreeing to the kiss, your hand still working quickly in his lap. Your lips intertwining with his again, him not being able to keep a consistent pace. His sweet groans sounded between small pecks. Your fingers making sure not to leave any part of his long cock untouched. Your hand stopped moving once you noticed his hips jerking up into your grip desperately— he wanted control.

“you’re such a good boy fucking my hand~” you said breathlessly pulling away from a kiss, he nodded whilst looking up at you continuing to thrust into your hand. For a moment his eyes glinted with impatience, like the limited movement of you hand wasn’t enough. You blinked and before you knew it he had you pinned to his mattress panting while looking down at you. His throbbing cock hanging between your legs, he shoved his fogged glasses under his pillow and reached for your waistband and working your skirt off of your legs— he wanted no restrictions. He was slowly going more feral but when your skirt was completely off he couldn’t resist anymore, those plush thighs, tight pink panties, a soft blush coating your cheeks. To him it looked just like the hentai mangas he read alone in his room when he needed a stress reliever… god he was really a loser.

“You’re so pretty y/n…” he muttered his fingers pulling your thighs slowly apart. “hhh.. fuck,” he breathed pressing his length into your clothed folds above your panties. You bit your lip letting a small whimper out as his tip pressured your clit. The area soon becoming slick with precum and substance from your wet pussy. “..g-god Riki” you moaned while his tip teased your sensitive button, he wanted access so bad.. his nails digging into your sides simultaneously as the fiction quickened. “..wanna ..fuck,” was all he could muster out between breathes. His hips thrusting like he was in heat them jolty and desperate. Yearning to try and find a way inside you despite knowing that couldn’t possibly happen. Short stifled breaths escaped his mouth while he continued, the friction quickly becoming all too much to handle you muffled a moan with your hand. Your hips shudder against the mattress while Riki pressed his cock against your wet panties one more time, “..f-fucking god,” he groaned clamping his eyes shut in pleasure as the fabric of your panties absorbed the thick ropes that shot out of his cock along with the smaller amount of squirt that you produced. Pulling away from the messy scene he panted, a few drops of cum still trickling out of his cock as he sat on his knees in front of you.

It was like he had just woke up from the best dream ever. Looking at your disheveled state realizing the reality of what just happened. You sat up on your elbows meeting eyes with the boy certainly not the same one you met earlier, hair messy, no glasses, unbelievably hot and all overstimulated. You soon noticed how he couldn’t take his eyes off of your messy panties. Deciding to do him a favor you hooked your thumbs around the sides of your underwear and started pulling them off slowly. Watching his eyes widen he scrambled for his glasses in order to watch the scene clearly. His lips parted in awe as he caught a glimpse of your bare pussy before you closed your legs.

Holding your sticky panties in the air above him you spoke with a smirk. “Want em?”

He nodded eagerly, you laughed followed by a disgusted expression. Throwing them over in his direction you stood up, fixing your hair in his mirror. He studied the panties with amazement. “..holy shit,” he marveled. He looked up at you and noticed you were getting ready to leave deciding muster up the courage to ask you if he could maybe tutor you again or hang out or whatever girls and guys did together.

He pushed his glasses up before speaking “y/n mayb-,” he got out before you cut him off “Fuck I had no idea it got so late. I gotta go Riki.” You said planting a small kiss on his cheek and quickly exiting his room. He nodded watching you leave still holding the damp panties. No phone number, no address.. just these. He sighed.

A few minutes of banter went on while you listened in on him conversing with the regulars in the chat such as yourself. One of your favorite parts of his streams was the beginning stages where all it was, was some aimless chatter. “How have you been?” You sent in chat, it a gamble of whether he would see it or not. “I’ve been pretty good y/n,” he said taking a moment to think before answering. A faint blush crept onto your cheeks at the use of your first name, this not a new significance but it always caused you to get butterflies. “Love the new setup!” A different person sent in chat, “Thanks *** I just moved apartments so.. big change.” He said curtly, slight nervousness evident in his tone, the apartment clearly not the only thing on his mind. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern but you dismissed it as he leaned back against his gaming chair and rolled backward, your eyes panning down his clothe-less chest and down to his long cock in hand, a smirk rose on his lips as the gifts came spilling in finally.

Your thighs subconsciously squeezed together while you watched him intently play with his length lazily, his half lidded eyes scanning the comments for bigger donations. You decided to speed things up and send him the donation he was looking for— y/n sent $70, he smirked nodding at the camera before mouthing a ‘thank you’ whilst his hand began to move up and down his length slowly. You bit your lip instinctively, it was like he was talking right to you.. looking into your eyes as he stroked his cock. Moving your laptop to the side you quickly untied your sweatpants and slid them off, letting your hand settle in your underwear before moving your laptop back on your lap where he continued. “..y/n,” your name rolled off of his tongue like silk… He’s never done that before, a hot flash surged through your body when your fingers found there way comfortably inside your pussy. “Fuck y/n~,” he threw his head back as his hips bucked slightly, struggling not to cum since this was the first few minutes of the stream. Your fingers pumped themselves in and out of you at the rhythm that he jerked himself you watched intently. “Mmh..,” he groaned faintly, his thumb lightly prodding the back of his tip— that part clearly a bit sensitive you noticed his face contorting into one of slight pain. His expression causing your fingers to curl deeper searching for a release “..hoonie,” you moaned watching him. His hips jerked again after his eyes rolled shut, at the same time you let a sharp exhale out watching his abs flex as his orgasm unintentionally arrived. Your lips parted letting a small whimper escape as your hole clenched around your fingers, the sheets now soaked with your own juice after watching his thick white ropes of cum spill out of his cock. “Fuck..,” he said in both bliss and annoyance for climaxing so fast into the stream. “Sorry guys..,” he said laughing it off. You panted with a smile, your butterflies still evident in your stomach replaying the moment he said your name while pleasuring himself and the fact that it was partially your fault he came so fast. You shut your laptop, throwing it on your nightstand before changing your sheets guiltily. Plopping back down on your bed still smiling from the previous moments you shook your head— why are you so giddy about him? He doesn’t even know you exist, pointless. You thought sighing and settling into bed turning off the lights, besides you had church tomorrow morning what an ironic way to end your night you also thought as your eyes fluttered shut.

8:00am your alarm blared in your ear. You stretched before scrolling on your phone briefly, your memories of last night drained from your mind since that was a nightly occurrence. You texted your parents that you were on your way over to church meanwhile you had just left. Arriving you greeted them, “Hey mom wheres dad?” you asked smiling warmly. “Oh he went to go greet the new pastor, did you hear about that? He’s a younger one,” She said giving you a nudge on your shoulder signaling he was probably your age. “I heard he’s Mr. Parks son, must be passing on the family business. How sweet~,” She stated her hands clasping her heart in awe. You nodded in acknowledgement because honestly you couldn’t care less. You followed her into the building and sat down near the front watching the back of the new pastors frame shaking other members hands firmly, your head tilted as you watched him. He was quite tall and slender.

The bells chimed loudly giving a sign that it was time to begin the service, you stood, as did your parents. Stepping up to the podium he spoke, “It’s nice to meet you all, my name is Park Sunghoon I will be your new pastor. I hope to serve you well, feel free to call me Pastor Sunghoon. The Lord has guided me here with a purpose: to serve, love, and guide this wonderful congregation. As we embark on this spiritual journey together, I pledge to dedicate myself to bringing us closer to the lord and to one another." He bowed as everyone clapped with smiles and grateful cheers. You froze listening to the familiar voice, you didn’t dare clap, smile or cheer. It was definitely him, everyone sat around you, you lingered standing up for a moment causing his eyes to fall on you. He scanned the horror on your face briefly, gulping he turned his attention back to the bible in front of him. He looked back up at you now sitting, your expression still crossed with fluster, could it be you recognized him? ..Surely not. He huffed and returned to put his warm facade on again. “The Bible says, 'Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding' Proverbs 3:5 states let us draw strength and wisdom from him as we embark on this new chapter together." He said confidently. His words trailing off as he continued to speak your palms grew more sweaty, was this really happening? Was that really him? You watched his mouth move, the same one that moaned your name and came at the mercy of your wallet last night. You bit your nails, looking down in your lap as the service went on your mother tapping you on the shoulder noticed your dismay. “What’s wrong honey?” She said earnestly, “nothing.” You said giving her a short reply, her concern was differed at your short answer.

You didn’t look up the rest of the service, you couldn’t face the guilt you felt. Your heart nearly thumping out of your chest you wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in the room could hear it. He stole cold glances from your almost bowed head, wondering why you wouldn’t even look up anymore, something was definitely off but of course he didn’t show any emotion at the fact. The service came to a calm close as he stepped off the podium with a soft smile and wave. “Thank you all for coming.” He said assuredly. You got up quickly not hesitating to look back before someone took hold of your wrist firmly. “Have you met the new pastor yet y/n?” Your dad said beginning to drag you over. “N-no- ..I really gotta go dad,” you struggled to pull away from his iron grip, the tall dark headed figure coming into your vision through the crowds of people. Your eyes trailed up his body before landing on his face, his beautiful face.. “..introduce yourself.” Your dad nudged you, smiling at Sunghoon, repentant at your rudeness. “My name is Y/n..” you said through a closed jaw, refusing eye contact with the tall man. “Nice to meet you Y/n,” He said softly smiling down at you, “thats a really pretty name,” he said tilting his head at your refusal to look at him. Your dad nudged you again this time a bit harder, “thanks.” You said quickly stealing a glance from him. “We better get going now~ thank you again Pastor Sunghoon.” Your mom said guiding you away from the man. “Thank you for coming!” He said back.

“What the hell was that Y/n.” Your dad scolded you as you all exited the building. “Mr ****!” The familiar voice chimed in again, this time calling after your father. Turning around you met eyes with him. He caught up to you and your family with a light sprint his lips formed into the same warm smile, “mind if I steal her for a moment?” He asked causing your heart to drop, your parents agreed without a second thought, handing you over to him like you were a party favor, “we’ll only be a moment.” He reassured your parents. Another firm grip on your wrist caused your breath to hitch as he drug you back inside the building, his confident and warm expression soon turning into a serious and stoic one. Practically throwing you into his office you stumbled back as he collected his thoughts, pinching his nose bridge. “You know something don’t you.” He said coldly. You blinked and stayed silent, maybe he’d let this go if you didn’t say anything.. “don’t fucking lie.” He shouted causing you to flinch before stepping closer to you. “Answer me now.” He asked his voice laced with venom, his breath hot on your face. You nodded hesitantly, his fist slamming against the wall behind you before you could give him a real answer. “You tell a single soul.. I will turn your life into a nightmare.” He whispered in your ear. “I-l understand.” You said looking down your hands trembled at your sides. “Do you?” He asked through gritted teeth. “What do you want? Me to fuck you? Money? Spit it out.” He said crossing his arms over his suited chest. “N-noth-,” you got out before he grabbed your chin and pulled your lips against his, the kiss felt sinful, gluttonous, almost anxious. You pulled away with a gasp, “happy?” He asked bluntly. You wiped your lips of his sweet saliva before looking up at him with shock, he groaned cracking his knuckles and walked towards you again impelling you to back up against the wall fear etched on your face still. Picking up your hand he guided you to his bulge letting you knead his length through the fabric of his suit, your cheeks grew hot as your lips pursed into a pout. “Like that? Y/n?” He lingered on your name for a moment. “You’re the one who made me cum last night, hm?” He asked sucking his teeth momentarily. “That pissed me off.” He said his grip on your wrist tightened. “Got anything to say for yourself?” His eyebrows rose, “..s-sorry-,” you said confirming his suspicions. He laughed in a wolfish manner. “Turn around.” He ordered, you paused, “..why?” You asked realizing your mistake as his expression darkened. You quickly complied turning against the wall not wanting to find out those consequences for questioning his word, you felt the same bulge press against your back side. Your cheeks grew hotter than before as his hand gripped a handful of your hair then pulled your head back in order for his lips to meet your ear. “If I lose this job.. it’s your head.” He said his hips advancing against your backside. “Can I trust you?” He whispered. “Yes..” you said gulping. He let your head go backing away. “Let’s go.” He said gesturing for you to follow him out of the office and back to where your parents waited still.

His expression transformed back into an affectionate stare, his hand resting around your shoulder as he gave you back to your parents. “That was a little longer than a moment,” your dad laughed awkwardly. “Sorry sir, we were just talking about the service today.” Sunghoon nodded. “Your daughter is just so well spoken~” He said patting your shoulder. “Oh thank you Pastor Sunghoon.” Your mom said giddy. “We were thinking.. right honey?” Your dad gestured for your mom to start talking. “Right. We were thinking that maybe you and y/n.. could go out on a date sometime? You seem like such a nice and successful gentleman.” Your mom said endearingly. “Wha-,” you said before your dad pinched your arm shutting you up. “Thats if you’re single of course..” she continued.

“A date? That sounds lovely.” He said smirking down at you hungrily.

Since grade school you two have been good friends, people constantly made fun of the fact that such a nobody like you and such a popular guy like him could ever be friends but the truth was you both just got along really well, there wasn’t ever anything weird or romantic about your friendship until recently when drunk him confessed some.. worrisome fantasies he had about you. That night you were left sober and mortified. The next day he quickly denied himself and that was the end of it.

..tick ..tick

This noise snapped you out of your daydream before you stepped over to your window where the noise came from. …tick.

A pebble? You opened your window, fighting against the heavy rain and looked down at the ground to see Jake staring up at you with a big grin.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You yelled down at him, your head getting wetter the longer he took to answer.

“..I missed you!” He shouted back.

You shut the window with a huff at his stupid answer and ran down to your back door to let him in, scared if he stood out there any longer he would either get a cold or get struck by lightning.

You opened the door with an annoyed stare, he still grinned and absolutely drenched in water no piece of clothing was left dry his hair stuck to his face.

“Seriously?” You said letting him in and shutting the door.

“Oi I can’t come hangout with my best friend?” He said running his hand through his dripping hair.

“Not when theres a goddamn hurricane outside?!” You shouted in a duh-tone.

Your eyes trailed down his drenched form in slight disbelief that he would do something a dumb as this. You paused on his waist, his once grey sweat-pants turned into a charcoal color and suctioned to his body— you could see everything.. it was huge..

You gulped, awkwardly smiling up at him. You couldn’t help but feel tingly at the sight before you noticed he began to shiver partially. Concern overran your abnormally fast heartbeat and want to look back down at the print.

“You need to get dry now.” You said pushing him upstairs to your bedroom urgently. You tossed a towel on your bed and gave him a blanket as he sat.

“Thanks y-y/n.” He said through chattering teeth, the blanket clearly not being enough.

You hummed in response, sucking your teeth in annoyance. “Why?” You said popping your hip sassily, questioning his stupidity. He shrugged with an innocent puppy-eyed expression.

“I was already on my way here and it started raining-“ He said before you cut him off.

“Do you understand how hurt you could’ve gotten if you came 15 minutes later?” You asked gesturing to the boisterous lightning and thunder outside, that had gotten worse by the minute.

He took your scolding with his head down as you spewed logical nonsense like usual giving you the benefit of the doubt since he could’ve gotten hurt and you did care about him deeply. He admired that.

You noticed his shivers that still continued, letting up on your angry ramble you sighed.

“You can use my shower to get warm. I’ll give you some of my brother’s clothes and stuff. Go.” You said in a firm tone.

“Thank you y/n..” He said perking up with another big smile.

“Yeah yeah.” You said leaving to go get the spare clothes.

Hearing the shower turn on you set the clothes on the edge of your bed and scrolled through your phone waiting for him to finish up.

After a few long minutes the door creaked open, you told yourself not to look up in case he didn’t know you had came back into your room but your heart didn’t listen. Glancing up your cheeks went hot at the sight of him only in a towel, his bare chest exposed golden brown and glistening from the remnants of the shower water.

He caught your eyes staring and smiled, giving you a thumbs up for the clothes upon grabbing them and entering back into the bathroom.

Your breath had substantially increased since the sight of him in that state.. you were horny. No doubt. You shook the thought out of your head and decided to go downstairs to let your parents know that Jake would probably be having dinner here and hopefully forget the past couple minutes.

He came down the stairs in your brother’s clothes, his hair still a bit damp, greeting your parents with hugs and smiles. You thought the sight was sweet. Until a few years ago your parents pestered you about why you wouldn’t go for Jake they were convinced he was some saint but as he got older the more of a manwhore he became. He just had that look about him, where you were the complete opposite with a body count of 2 and him nearing the double digits.

After dinner you all sat around the tv, your legs draped on Jakes lap as you sat horizontally on the couch and he sat normally.

Power lines down. Flash flooding. Trees down on major roads across town.

You and your parents winced at the thought of having to drive Jake home in these conditions or making him walk home.

“Sleepover it is.” Your mom stated switching the tv off.

“No funny business Jaehyun.” Your dad declared crossing his arms.

“Of course..” Jake blurted out in his thick Australian accent it laced with embarrassment.

You both trailed silently upstairs. The air awkward.

“I’m gonna study.” You said turning to your desk.

“Is that all you do y/n?” He asked furrowing his brows, his expression basically calling you a loser.

This comment made you spin on your heal back towards him, you began loading up with a snarky comment when he grabbed your hand gently.

“Let’s do something fun for a change eh?” He said smirking with a small head tilt.

Your cheeks heated up again, you reeled over his charming expression, his suctioned sweatpants on his waist musing back to the girth of the bulge, your mind reliving the moment your eyes landed on his caramel skin. Your nose taking in the scent of your body wash and shampoo stained to his body, it lighting a possessive spark in your consciousness.

“What are you suggesting?” You asked looking up at him with an innocence.

“Don’t play coy now y/n? When have we ever had a totally alone moment together? Never.” He whispered the last word, his hand rose to your chin while a sinister expression crept onto his face.

“But-“ You murmured before he sealed your lips with a soft, needy, kiss. Intertwining your fingers together before pushing you down onto your bed gently.

Your eyes widened when he pulled his shirt off then slipped his shorts off.. that bulge. Still it was huge making the fabric around it strain looking like it was about to burst.

“Holy shit..” Your words hung in the air for a moment before you looked back up at him, his prideful grin back.

His broad shoulders pushed you down onto your back while he conducted your sweat pants off.

“Are you sure..” You said your voice trailing off as his hands traced the contour of your waist up to your breasts, his movements seemed more like he’s never seen a women’s body before.

“Beautiful..” He said removing your shirt from your chest, your simple black bra and matching thong catching him by subtle surprise in contrast to your personality.

He kissed down your stomach into your inner thigh, making you shiver.

“Mmh..” You sighed, it feeling like some sort of weight is being lifted off your shoulders with every small kiss.

“Thats it baby..” He said letting his hands subconsciously move to lower his boxers.

You watched contently, it springing out like it hasn’t been touched in ages. You could feel all of your conscious walls crumble down at the sight. Quickly extracting your underwear off of your body you eagerly waited for the euphoric sensation.

Instead you felt his hands examining your hole, spreading a thick layer of his own saliva across the perimeter of it. Making sure to give your clit a bit of attention too, that alone enough to make your eyes roll back. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t even a little touch starved..

“Sensitive hm?” He said watching your expression closely as he rubbed your delicate button.

You shook your head defiantly, keeping your stubborn attitude even in times like this.

“Sure.” He said in a doubtful tone. Before he positioned himself at your hole and pushing himself in with a low grunt.

Your hole clenched around the new filling, your lips parted in faint pain and half pleasure.

“..too big.” You murmured breathlessly. He ignored your comment, still working himself inside your tightness with a harsh grip on your thighs.

“Just take it..” He whispered demandingly, finding it funny that you already lost your ability to form coherent sentences.

Your soft sounds of pleasure intensified when he got himself all the way in at last. He began laboring in and out of your now nice and wet pussy. He bit his lip at the slapping sound that sweetly filled the room.

His cock felt so good inside you even if it kinda did feel like your stomach was going to explode.

“Look at that~” He said in an almost endearing tone, still pounding you as he spoke.

He pointed to your stomach where you both could see his cock bulging in and out from underneath with each thrust. You reeled at the sight.. his cock was that big? You thought letting your head fall limp again letting him continue with his assault on your hole.

Pinning your wrists above your head, he watched your glazed over doe eyes with a satisfaction, your thoughts plagued with nothing but his dick.

“Feel good? Hm?” He asked in between fast poundings.

“U-uh huh~” You said on the brink of losing all sanity at the mercy of his cock.

“Squeeze me just like that y/n-” He grit out, his thrusts becoming shorter and shorter.

Your eyes rolled backwards as you concealed a loud groan from escaping your mouth. Your holes pulsing apace with his thrusts becoming sloppier, he knew you had just finished but something prompted him to hold back and keep going steady. You gripped the sheets at the ongoing friction between you and him.

“J-jake..” You said as he forced your legs to stay put and spread for him after you tried to get him to let up slightly.

“Not yet.” He said in another demanding tone.

His thrusts soon became transparently difficult to endure, the stimulation was just too much. “I c-can’t...” You said as tears broke your waterline, your whiney tone and resistance only made Jake pound faster. You trembled under him as his grip only tightened on the base of your thighs continuing to hold you in place. You sniffled as an unfamiliar sensation drained through your body, a hot liquid spraying onto Jakes abdomen made you shudder in both surprise and second time bliss.

Jake exhaled followed by a quiet groan, at the same time burying his cock deep inside you and releasing his warm ropes, he held you tight against him as he emptied all of himself in inside you like all you were was a trash can for his semen. You two stayed like that for a long moment, panting, sweaty, sticky and spent. Feeling his cock go limp inside you, you pushed him away slightly. Your legs trembled whilst your eyes trailed up his sweaty frame.

“You’re amazing..” He said plopping down on the bed next to you. You couldn’t help but blush, he was calling you amazing after that performance? You wanted to be mad at him for not exactly knowing his boundaries and overstimulating you but he did walk here through a hurricane. And you couldn’t stay mad at him even if you wanted to. You thought looking over at his puppy-eyed stare, itching for validation.

“You did pretty good too.” You said ruffling his hair with a smile.

a/n: lmk if a pt2 could be done on this and how bc writing this was super fun, I hope you enjoyed ^^