it was becoming infuriating, all you wanted was to mount kei and let him show you what you'd been missing out on. all the while, he'd been the upmost respectful boyfriend who didn't go any further than he thought you were ready for.

until the dam broke. after days and days of growing tension and unspoken need, you'd snapped. you told kei exactly what you wanted him to do to you, and when you wanted it. right at that very moment.

he never denied you what you wanted. why would he? he'd been wanting you in every single position imaginable from the moment he'd met you, let alone now that you were his. the two of you had gone for hours, filled with a drive that you hadn't even known possible.

"ruined you for anyone else," he had murmured against your hair in the sticky aftermath, fingers lazily pumping in and out of your warmth even then to give you stimulation as you basked in the passion of the moment. he was addicted to you, he wanted to have you like that every second of every day. "made that pretty cunt mine."

his eyes raked over your wrecked figure, the way your chest rose and fell with deep breaths, the sticky mess of his cum smeared over your thighs. kei felt so lucky to have such a pliant girl like you, eager to be touched. he was your first, and only, sexual experience. that was a feeling unmatched by any other.

all you could do was nod in agreement, face buried into his chest as you weakly rolled your hips down towards his fingers. "head full of just me," he whispered, "can't even think. mm… feels good, honey. yeah… can feel like this all time if you want, i'll give it to you."

kei meant that. what he hadn't expected, however, was the insatiable need he had awoken in you. you needed him, needed some sort of relief at practically every moment of every day. you didn't even understand it yourself, you'd never really felt that aching feeling between your legs be so strong before.

just the sight of kei doing anything made you leak, made your cheeks flush and your mind go rampant. and he was fully aware of every single reaction you had. sometimes he didn't mention it, just smiled knowingly and shook his head, knowing it'd pass and your brain would stop going overdrive.

but, god, if it didn't turn him on beyond belief. there was this dumb glaze that glassed your eyes whenever it happened, you zoned out and didn't even realise. it made kei want to throw you over the nearest surface and fuck you till you cried, till you begged him to slow down. his dick got hard instantly, his heart even raced a little.

whenever you came to him, he couldn't say no. every single time, he said yes, made you squirt, cream, cry out his name. nothing made him harder than the fact he was turning you into a desperate little thing for him.

"you okay, angel?" his eyes were focused on the laptop on his lap, looking over his schedule for the next few weeks when he'd heard your faint footsteps come into the room. he didn't need to look at you to know exactly what was up.

you glanced at the ground, feet shuffling. it always embarassed you to have to admit how badly you needed to cum. "kei…"

"aching again?" he asked, connecting the dots and filling in the blanks for you. "y'know i'm busy, baby…"

"kei, please," you started again, staring at him properly now, fearing the idea of him making you wait. the tut he let out when he heard your pleading words made your head spin a little more, eyes flitting over his face for a long moment before you opened your mouth to beg once more.

you were swiftly shut up by the come hither motion of his fingers, the way he tilted his head to the side and looked you over with that soft gaze. "you're lucky i can't say no to you. imagine if i'd said no. would've gone and rubbed yourself raw on your pillow, hm? poor thing, c'mere, kei's got you."

slowly easing his laptop to the side of the bed, he sat back and spread his legs, nodding you over to him. "thank you, thank you, thank you, kei," you mumbled quickly, cheeks warming with heat as you wandered over to him, the bed dipping beneath your knees as you came to straddle him.

"gotta take your clothes off, hon," he muttered, "not gonna do all the work, i'm the one making you cum here, huh?" he tapped your cheek, knowing you'd already started going stupid for him with the mere thought of being dicked down.

whilst his words, soft and sweet, lulled you into listening to him, the condescending lilt wasn't lost to you. it only further increased your arousal.

your hands moved almost on their own. you grabbed hold of your pyjama top and tugged it over your head, revealing those pretty breasts that kei loved to get his hands on. "panties too, baby, you know the deal." his eyes met yours, expectant.

"yes, kei," you mumbled softly, lashes fluttering as your hands eased down the fabric of your underwear, handing them over to kei who tucked them into the pocket of his sweats with a pleased hum.

his hands slid over your thighs and hiked you up on his chest, bringing you closer to him as you straddled his lap. "grind for me, move those hips," you happily rolled your hips, gasping at the material of his sweats rubbing up against your clit. "make it messy," he cooed, eyes focused on the way your tits swayed.

kei held onto your hips tightly, his own rolling up towards you as his sweats began to tent. they started getting wet at the crotch, a mixture of both you and him soaking the fabric. kei groaned quietly as you humped him, sliding over the length of his dick with a desperation that was palpable. he felt so good every single time, even before you'd even gotten to feel him properly.

"you're such a good girl," he told you, sliding his hand between the two of you in order to shove off his sweats, kicking them off onto the floor before he resumed his position beneath you. "up you get. come here."

kei brought you higher, tongue finding home on the peak of your breast, lathing over your nipple. his lips closed around it, eyes shutting as he held your lower back against him. "prettiest tits," he growled, "so soft, perfect." he was head over heels for every inch of you. your eyes fluttered with every touch, all your thoughts slowly oozing out of your pussy along with your juices.

kei didn't even mind the wet patch you were making on his shirt, pussy sticking to the fabric with each rut downwards. you couldn't help but whimper against him with each suckle of his lips on your chest, each roll of his hips beneath you.

"poor thing needs more," your whimpers told him, a soft coo escaping him.

he had to admit that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him, his cock steady leaking precum onto his stomach. "need so much more," you whined against his skin, "please. shit, kei, pussy aches so bad…" he could feel the way you clenched around nothing against him, driving him wild.

adjusting his grip on your hips, kei slid a hand down to hold onto his throbbing dick, giving it a slow jerk as he lined himself up with your entrance. his plump tip dragged over your soft folds, slippery with the amount of slick that had accumulated in your time humping him.

he took his lips off your chest, murmuring a soft, "big stretch, baby," as he pushed himself into you. "big stretch…" he muttered again, thighs tensing with the sheer grip your insides had on him.

it was still such a foreign feeling for you, being so unbelievably full. the largest thing you'd taken had been a few of your fingers, let alone his fat cock breaching your hole like it was reshaping you from the inside out.

"it's so.. much…" you hiccuped. it was far from the first time now, but every inch of him felt like a brand new experience as he eased his way in. "you're in so deep, kei," your eyes shut again, face tipped against the crook of his neck when he finally managed to bottom out.

"i know, honey, but you love it that deep, i know you do," his hand roamed over your ass, feeling your cheeks and giving them reassuring squeezes here and there, soft touches. "just need to adjust.. i'll make you cum, baby."

you knew that was a promise.

kei slowly pulled out, a slow process as he tried not to shock you too much. "you're taking me so well," he told you gently, sliding back in again with less caution, knowing you wanted nothing more than for him to take you properly. his grip tightened on you, holding you up before briging you back down on his cock.

"mmh… kei, stop ittt.." it made you flush, the way he took such enjoyment in your pleasure.

"let me see that angel face, come, look at me, there we are," he loved seeing the effect of what he did to you, seeing how easily you let go for him. "tell me how good it feels. tell me how much you love it."

you groaned quietly as his cock slid in and out of you more persistently, glide aided by the cream oozing out of you onto his length. "need it all the time," your words were wobbly and uneven, unable to process properly with his thrusts. it was cruel of him to expect anything coherent when he knew full well what he was doing. "love your cock, kei, feels so good, i… nngh…"

he got off on making you tell him exactly how good everything felt, wanting a detailed explanation of every sensation. "yeah?" he murmured. "can tell. look at you, eyes all glassy," his hands roamed up to your chest, tweaking your nipple as he pounded into you.

every stroke was devastating, hips slamming up against your own and burying his cock even deeper inside. it was an addictive feeling, a sensation that clouded your brain and took over.

"mmgh, kei! feels perfect, so.. so perfect, promise," all your little sounds and mumbles became a jumbled mess of desperation as you rocked down onto him. "ohhhhh, fuck! mmph, kei, kei…. ngh, pleaseeee, so—" you whimpered out for him, mind falling into his hands.

his grip on you only tightened, his thrusts into you growing rougher. "can't even think straight, can you?" kei tilted his hips up a little, giving him a deeper angle.

"no, no, no, no…" you babbled in agreement almost immediately. everything felt so much, all the feelings merging together with each bounce that you made. "ohhh, kei, kei! kei, i'm gonna.. cum… so hard…"

kei loved the sound of that. it's exactly what you came to him for, and he loved fufilling your wishes. "are you, hm?" he dragged you closer, manually bouncing you up and down with his strong thighs so you didn't tire yourself out in search of orgasm.

"up, down, up down, you're doing amazing. workin' for your pleasure, well done. cum for me, baby, soak me, go on," his eyes flit up to watch as your body trembled above him, jolted by the pure pleasure running through your system. "always look so gorgeous when you cum."

all you could do was whimper, whine and sob his name, leaning your face against his neck and shuddering. usually, this was when kei would pull out and kiss all over your face, telling you how well you did and how proud he was.

the stark, renewed pleasure, overwhelming, struck you almost instantly. you squealed when the fuzz of your orgasm increased, as opposed to coming down as it always did. "kei?" your voice was small, confused. "i—mmmmh…"

your body didn't even need to do anything when he grabbed you by the arms and eased you onto your back, kei mounting you from behind and sliding back in again with ease. "nngh! kei, i—i already…" you had never felt like this, not once. "nnnnh.."

"you said you wanted to cum," kei murmured, his teeth gritted as he gave you firm, hard strokes of his length, the tip dragging along your walls in a claiming caress. "so i'll make you cum. again. and again. and again."

his voice was right in your ear, face pressed against your cheek tighter with every moment he lost control. "too much, kei, too muchhh—" you whimpered, face pressed up against his own. every thrust sent you forward into the bed, whole body trembling beneath him.

kei shook his head, "no, baby, not too much. you asked for this," tilting his head down in order to press his mouth to your own. it was dominating, his tongue claiming every taste and corner of your mouth.

his hips slammed into your ass in an increasingly erratic fashion, your lips growing increasingly puffy and kiss swollen between the two of you. pulling back, he pressed his nose to your hair and growled, murmuring a gentle, yet firm, "doesn't it feel good when i take care of you?

you couldn't even speak. it was an entire body experience, your body melting into mush. you couldn't believe it, didn't even know it was possible—being fucked through one orgasm into another, the overstimulation that bled into unimaginable pleasure.

"mmh…" you'd gone completely stupid on his cock, drooling against the bed with half-lidded eyes. all the little comments he made floated around your head; your response was merely a nod and a whimper, even your grip on the sheets loosening.

kei couldn't help but laugh in amazement. "you're so pretty with your head empty," he told you, completely in earnest. "love you like this, fuck. so good for me. i'll think for you, baby. i've got you."

a sense of frustration ran through him at the fact that he wanted to cum—but he supplemented it with the fact he'd get to pump you full of his load. "gonna give it to you, honey, all to you, hahhh…" your body shuddered beneath his hold, eyes fluttering a little more.

"cum with me, baby, just a little more, just a little—fuck!" lowering his head back down again, he kissed you more gently, attentively, a final grunt slipping past his lips as he came. the feeling of your walls clenching around him yet again reassured him, a breathless laugh slipping past his lips.

his hips rolled slowly, not as forcefully as before but helpfully letting his cum paint your walls. "still with me?" he started, after a moment, knowing it was a lot. "you did so good, you know that? did amazingly. did so perfect."

a small smile found its way onto your lips, head tilting slightly into his own. "wanna do it again."

kei had never moved faster.

this specific show had been even more important, specifically for you. your manager had come to you around two months ago to inform you that the manager of enhypen wanted a collaboration between you and their youngest member, niki. your mind? blown beyond belief. you'd done laps around the dorm and squealed your way onto the phone with maki, yapping away about how excited you were about it.

"this might genuinely be the biggest moment of my career, maki," you were so unbelievably animated, maki was convinced you were two seconds a way from blasting a hole beneath you from how the chair was creaking with your movements. "niki! enhypen! me and him, dancing, at an awards show, holy shit—"

maki simply hummed. "mm, the other riki…" his tone was oddly disinterested, but you hadn't noticed in your joyful frenzy. how could you have? this was an insane opportunity. "don't forget about me whilst you're being whisked around."

"pfft. like i'd forget my boyfriend," you hummed, kicking your feet absentmindedly at the thought of the lights, you, niki, the audience going wild.

"happens more often than you'd think," he grumbled, "we can do dance challenges when i come see you, okay? fans'll love it, already thinking of the captions right now."

"jealous much?" an offhand comment.

you were right on the money. if maki was jealous then, before you'd even met up with the guy, then the media explosion that followed your performance with maki sent him through the roof.

the media loved it.

loved you and niki. ship names were going viral, clips exploded in millions of views. the tension between you—palpable. every little detail was analysed: how his hand brushed your waist, inched up your thigh a little too high, the way your noses brushed when your foreheads met.

it was nothing crazy, your dance itself, tame enough for an awards show. but the fans had taken it upon themselves to read between the lines and fill in the gaps: they thought you and niki had been secretly dating the whole time and this was some sort of official soft launch orchestrated by the award show.

they'd gotten the wrong riki—that boiled maki's blood.

hence the strange behaviour that had been confusing you for days now. he'd just been… off. different. not the maki you knew and loved. so you'd decided to try cheer him up, perhaps get to the root of whatever was stressing him out so much. the comeback had been recent but not recent enough to affect him like this… it was beginning to stress you out too.

your best solution, or attempt, was to make him homemade lunch when you'd stayed over at their dorm. your finest work, made it all cute and pretty for him with decorative touches you knew he'd appreciate. maki was a fan of every single thing that you did for him, from the littlest things to the grandest gestures. it was fool proof.

until maki had the audacity to not even touch it. didn't even bring it up? now that? that was pure disrespect, and whilst you'd put up with his off behaviour for long enough, that was too far.

even he hadn't expected it when you'd stormed into the dorm. "hey," he started, sensing the tension in the air. his brows furrowed, and he placed down his phone tentatively. "baby—"

"don't baby me, you prick! you didn't eat my lunch," you huffed at him, hands on your hips as you stared him down from the door. it was silent in the room for a moment, and you went to speak after a few seconds of nothing before maki beat you to it.

"said riki on it," he murmured, tone low. his eyes fluttered over you momentarily, and his jaw visibly clenched. whilst his anger was potent, it wasn't directed at you; rather, it was at a very specific nishimura riki who'd been plaguing his mind ever since you'd told him about the performance.

his response only confused you more. "because that's your name? i don't know what you're trying to get at but—"

maki tilted his head, face dawning with incredulity. "you really don't know?" there was this dark look in his eyes, glinting beneath the lights of his room and almost urging you to turn around before he lost control. "serious?"

"me and you are gonna have problems, riki."

"riki?" he murmured, rising from the bed. "you talking about nishimura, or…?"

you blinked. "nishimu—niki?" then you tried to wrack your brain. had you reposted a niki edit recently? maybe said something about enhypen or…

"or maybe you're talking about taki. he's just outside, y'know," he stepped closer, "oh, you meant me?" maki took a breath, sliding his hand beneath your jaw and gently tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "your boyfriend? thought you forgot."

"how would i forget… that you're my boyfriend? hence the lunch, stupid," you whined, already exasperated by his bullshit. yet, despite yourself, mildly turned on by the grip he had on you, the intensity between the two of you.

"ah, i mispoke, i admit," he slid behind you, gently easing his arm around your neck and tugging you backwards towards him. his chest pressed against your back, nose skimming over the skin of your neck. "the whole world forgot, doesn't even know, i'm your boyfriend."

you squirmed against him, letting out a soft sound at the feeling of his lips suckling against your skin. he only pulled back when a pretty bruised mark farmed on the surface, glistening faintly with his saliva.

"is this about…"

maki hummed softly, letting his nose skim over your jawline. "yeah. i know it's petty, i know it's dumb, but…" he groaned quietly, the feel of your body against his sending him crazy.

you frowned, not wanting him to downplay his feelings. it was completely understandable that he'd be upset about the media painting another man as his girlfriend's boyfriend. "it's not dumb, i get it, i mean—"

"fuck, pretty girl. can't even be annoyed around you, you're just too sweet to me," he let out a low breath against your neck, letting his hand press down over your sternum. lower his hand went, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your chest, kneading at the plush with an almost desperate grip.

and his hand went lower still. your body pressed back against his front further, making you all the more aware of the boner he was sporting. this frustration, this stress, being worked up over the thought of you not being his… it had taken a toll on him, and he wanted nothing more than to prove to you that he was the only one good enough to even think of being your boyfriend.

eventually, his hand made its way to the warmth between your legs, cupping you and growling against the nape of your neck. "all mine," whether he was talking about you or just the growing wetness between your legs? you didn't know. but it was incredibly arousing. "feel this? come on, baby, feel it."

he made the point of taking your hand and placing it there under his own, letting you feel just how wet he was making you. "that slick? mine. all the wetness building up in those panties of yours, it's mine. i put it there."

"maki, i—"

"ah, ah, shh, let me do this for you. let me have what's mine," you couldn't complain. for the days your boyfriend was being insufferable, this more than made up for it. the need he was feeling was palpable. not just a need for you, but a need to possess, to prove himself.

he flexed his fingers against your heat, finding your clit through the thin fabric and giving it a tight circle as he pressed closer. "you're so warm," he was barely able to stop himself. "can i feel more, babe?"

you've never nodded faster.

maki easily shucked your shorts off, then did the same with your panties. he kicked them off to the side, dropping them off by the edge of his bed before he quickly replaced his fingers and cupped your pussy again. "could spend all day holding you here," he mumbled, feeling your slick drip down onto his fingers as he circled your wanting hole.

"feels so good…" you murmured softly as your head tilted back against his chest, making eye contact with him as his fingers slipped lower. "fuck," the whimper escaped before you could even think about it.

he always played with you like his life depended on it, his tongue was lathing over your neck as he sucked hickeys into the smooth surface. leaning into you, maki trailed his lips up the length of your throat till they met yours, crashing into you with a fierce passion.

in tandem with the connection of your mouths, his fingers pushed into you with little to no resistance. the feeling of his fingers was a heavily familiar one, you were becoming increasingly accustomed to the perfect way he filled you. "so tight every single time, pretty," he moaned into your mouth, tongue thrusting into the warm cavern and exploring like it was his right.

"niki couldn't make you feel this good," he just had to mention him.

"maki, i swear to god—"

"i mean it, baby. imagine those twitter accounts seeing my fingers knuckle deep in your sweet pussy, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you," he even laughed, giving a firm thrust of his fingers into you, brushing your sweet spot. he curled his fingers further, making his contact with the spongy spot inside you more frequent.

"don't stop, don't—don't stop, maki, please…"

"i'm not stopping any time soon," he murmured, moaning against your lips. "my favourite place on earth, right here." maki meant it. he adored every single bit about you, wanted you desperately. his heart belonged to you. whatever the internet said didn't matter to him.

his fingers sped up, thumb finding purchase over your clit. your moans grew louder, more desperate, whining out for maki with a need that rivaled his own. "clenching around me like you don't wanna let me go," he cooed. "just how i like it. exactly how i like it."

maki's lips were pink and kiss swollen, cheeks flushed with warmth, and god, you'd be two seconds away from pouncing on him if his fingers weren't buried deep in your hole. the way you fluttered around him, his eyes were gonna roll back in his head.

"so goddamn pretty," he breathed against you, giving you a few more pumps of his fingers before he eased his fingers out reluctantly. maki let his gaze roam over his glistening fingers before he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, murmuring, "open that pretty mouth for me."

his brain went blank watching you suck on his fingers, lap up your own juices.

then he snapped out of it.

"get on the bed," he growled, eyes raking over you as his free hand slipped down to the waistband of his sweats, moving with a renewed passion that sent arousal through your whole body. "on your back, need to see that fucked out face."

that perfect fucked out face that made him go feral.

you made quick work of getting onto the bed as he has asked. you sensed his want, you were sure it was radiating out of the damn room with how strong it was. he let out a low breath and slowly made his way over to you. "look at you," he purred. you'd never seen his eyes look that fired up before.

your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of him. the bed felt beneath you felt so soft, it was like you were almost floating, held up by the force of his passion.

maki lowered a hand to brush over your thigh, thumb brushing over the warm skin with a skimming touch. "trained you so well…" he breathed out when your legs parted instinctively for him, hooking around his hips and keeping him in place. "there we go." his hands grasped your calves, tugging you up against him with a sharp pull.

then, he grabbed your hand and brought it to his boxers, "pull them off for me." you didn't even hesitate.

you grasped the fabric and tugged them down firmly, revealing his hot, pulsing length oozing pre over his stomach. the feeling of saliva building in your mouth, a pavlovian response to the sight of him caused a spike of embarassment through you, eyes flitting away.

the sharp smack of your thigh he gave snapped your attention back to him. "eyes on me, okay?" his tone, soft but firm, had a way of rewiring your brain.

maki was smug, of course he was. you'd gotten that dumb look in your eyes at the mere glimpse of his cock, proof that you were undeniably his. he brought you even closer to him, clasping his fingers around himself and giving a slow stroke. "you want it?"

"of course i do," you whined. "what type of question is that? you want me to beg?"

"look at you, got me all figured out already. i'm getting predictable," he shook his head, gnawing at his bottom lip for a moment with a groan as he stroked himself. "but no. need to fuck you. that good with you?"

he assumed it was, lining himself up with your entrance and giving a shallow thrust of his hips, sinking into your heat with a groan. the whine you let out sent a shiver down his spine, and a grin curling over his lips. "finally. fuck, finally home, baby," he grasped your legs tightly and began to hike them up onto his shoulders, leaning forward over you, caging you in. "eyes open," he murmured.

your lashes fluttered, eyes opening and meeting his all wide and needy. "hi," you whispered, bottom lip trembling at the stretch of him easing in. "maki…"

"i know," he pressed his face against your neck, trying to control his urges. it was no use, regardless, even when trying to hold off and give you a second, his hips were rolling slowly up into you. "got me drunk off this pussy, haaah…"

you could feel the way his length almost split you open, pulsing within you and trying to bury itself as far as possible. your legs kicked against him, trying to get him to move. "i'm ready, ready… maki, please, please, just—fuck me."

maki hummed quietly, a low sound as he slid his hands down to the plump of your ass, giving it a squeeze and a smack before he gripped it properly. with a final knead, he began to draw himself out of you, breath hitching at the lack of warmth around him. he moaned at the enveloping heat of thrusting back in, addicted to the feeling.

"i could die right here, holy shit," he muttered to himself, lifting your hips up further. a squeal escaped you at the feeling, grip tightening on the bed sheets with the feeling of him sliding impossibly deeper.

with each pound, each rough thrust of his hips, he stared at the way your breasts bounced with each impact. he was positively addicted to it. he craved it, desired it. desired you. "you're so perfect," he practically whimpered, moving with more and more vigor.

his hips slammed against your clit, providing that sweet stimulation that built up into the foundation of your orgasm. one of his hands released your cheek, easing over your stomach to feel the faint bulge of his cock kissing your insides. "gorgeous, baby. letting me to do this you, no one else. not niki, not taki, not anyone, just me. i'm only riki who gets to wreck this body."

your bottom lip wobbled, whines and whimpers spilling at an overwhelming rate as maki slammed his cock into you over and over again, finding his way all the way in every single time. "baby…" he hiccuped, squeezing your body beneath his hands, sure to leave imprints. "thank you, thank you, thank you for letting me use you, baby. i'm so lucky. so fucking lucky."

it caught up to him before he even realised it. "shit, baby, i'm gonna cum," he gasped, letting go of your stomach in order to press his fingers to your clit. he rubbed his fingers furiously, wanting to get you there, over the edge, in time with him. "cum with me, i need it, i need.. you, i need you, i need it."

maki leant into you once more, letting his nose brush yours as your lips met, tongue pressing against your own. "i'm cumming, i'm.. fuck, take it, take my cum, deep inside. all up inside, nngh… that's it. oh… i love you. i love you so much, i—" he gasped once more, hips stuttering as his cum flooded you. he came so much, it shocked even you.

shocked was an understatement for how you were feeling, in all actuality. you were on cloud nine, feeling pure euphoria. floating, experiencing some out of body experience where pleasure hit you like a freight train. and maki's cum was so warm, plugged in by his dick as he stayed inside.

he hid his face against your neck when he slumped up against you, absolutely spent. his body shuddered against your own, face tucked into your skin. "i love you too," you finally mumbled when you'd come down, arms slowly wrapping around his neck. "love just you. my riki."

you felt his smile tug over his lips against your skin, his grip on your body tightening. "your riki."