VIENNA

“Baby, you’ve been in there for… like, five minutes?”

Your brain short-circuits. Get your shit together before you make him think you’re dead! Your own thoughts scold you as you stare at your reflection— You’ve been playing with the hem of your lace panties for five minutes like an absolute moron while your poor, incredibly sweet boyfriend waits outside like you might actually be dying in there. Get. Your. Shit. Together.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you give yourself  a glance in the mirror one more time before answering him. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine!” You stammer, lying through your teeth. “Just give me a minute, kay?”

You hear him hum noncommittally as you hear his footsteps finally leave. Phew, that was a close one. If you don’t get the hell out of this washroom now, it might as well become your grave.

You let out a shaky breath, your hands still trembling slightly as you grip the door handle. 

You give yourself a true final glance in the mirror— baby pink lace hugging your body perfectly—and nod at your reflection like it’s going to give you some kind of pep talk or something.

Newsflash: it doesn’t.

"I've got this, I've got this—" You whisper to your reflection, suddenly feeling like you're trying to convince yourself more than make a statement, “Right?”

Your voice cracks pathetically at the end, barely audible even to your own ears. You press your forehead against the cool mirror, closing your eyes briefly before taking one last steadying breath and opening the door. 

You step out into the hallway to find Gyutaro sitting on the floor against the opposite wall like he couldn't bring himself to walk away, even though you didn't answer him. This poor, adorable idiot. 

His leg is bouncing nervously and he doesn't look up at first— then when he does, his light blue eyes trail up your body slowly before doing a full double take.

His eyes widen slightly as they land on you, taking in the baby pink lace that hugs your body. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. His fingers tighten on the fabric of his shirt as if it’s the only thing keeping him from melting right there.

"Y/N..."

"Y-yeah..?" You respond softly, tilting your head slightly as you notice Gyutaro's intense stare. Before you can react, he quickly averts his gaze, his face and the tips of his ears flushing a light pink. Without warning, he covers his face with his hands, peeking at you through his fingers.

“D-Damn, Y/N..." His voice comes out muffled behind his hands, but you can still hear the awe and embarrassment in his tone. He peeks at you again through his fingers, then quickly covers his face again as if he's too overwhelmed to look at you directly.

"You okay, Gyu?" You step closer to him, your voice soft and gentle. He whines softly— actually whines— when your hands wrap around his wrists, guiding his hands away from his face. 

He lets you remove his hands easily, surrendering completely as you pull them away. His cheeks are now burning red, and he won't meet your eyes for even a moment— too scared, too shy, and too overwhelmed by whatever you've done to him right now.

“I-I’m fine…” He stammers, voice barely above a whisper. He’s clearly not fine, but he’s too embarrassed to admit it.

Fuck… he’s adorable.

You tilt your head to the side, studying his flushed face and shaky demeanor. You know him well enough to see through his lie, and your heart swells with affection and concern.

Gently, you cup his cheek with your free hand, turning his face towards yours. "Gyu, look at me,” you command softly, your thumb brushing lightly over his heated cheek.

He finally meets your eyes, but only for a second before his gaze drops. You follow his eyes, and immediately catch where he’s looking— the way his eyes linger on the exposed skin of your chest, the way his breath hitches when they find the curve of your breasts where the baby pink lace barely contains them. 

When he notices you’ve noticed, he freezes, caught red-handed, his blush spreading down his neck like wildfire.

You feel a soft smile spread across your lips, and you don't scold him or tease him. Instead, you lean forward slightly, giving him a better view without making him feel bad for wanting it.

"Baby..." you murmur, your voice gentle and reassuring, "I wore this for you. You're allowed to look."

The words leave your mouth before your brain can fully process them, and you're internally screaming at yourself. Did you really just say that? Out loud? To Gyutaro? 

Your face burns hotter than his probably is, but you keep your smile soft, your eyes warm. You're doing this for him. He needs to know he's wanted, desired, allowed to want you.

"You really wore this for... for me?" His voice cracks pathetically, eyes wide and disbelieving. His hands are still trapped in yours, but he's stopped trembling— His hands, which you've released, now hover nervously in the air like he's not sure what to do with them.

"F-Fuck... you're so beautiful, Y/N."

His hands start to tremble again, drifting closer to your body but not quite touching. You can see how badly he wants to, how much he's fighting the urge, like he's terrified of scaring you off or hurting you.

You hear yourself say it before you can stop—a soft, shy whisper that surprises even you. "You can touch them... if you want."

His breath catches audibly, head snapping up to find your eyes. Is it safe? Can he really? For a moment he just stares, like he's waiting for you to take it back, to laugh and tell him you're joking— but you don't.

His fingertips hover just below your collarbone, trembling visibly. "For real...?"

With a soft nod, you give him the green light— permission to touch you.

His hands, which have been shaking with uncertainty, finally make contact with your skin. He places his palms gently on your chest, thumbs brushing against the swell of your breasts where they spill out of the baby pink lace.

As soon as his palms make contact with your skin, you gasp softly at the unfamiliar sensation. His calloused thumbs trace slow, reverent circles over the lace covering you, and you let out a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding.  

You're not used to this— he's only touched you like this twice before in your one week of dating, both times brief and gentle, leaving you craving more. But tonight? You have a feeling that's gonna change.

His hands slide upwards, thumbs hooking under the lace cups. He's being so gentle, like he's handling something precious and fragile. His eyes are locked onto yours, seeking permission with every movement. When you don't stop him, he slowly pulls the cups down, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze.

He swallows hard, eyes fixed on you as he leans in closer.

Your breath hitches as cool air hits your exposed skin, but his warm palms quickly follow, cupping you gently. His thumbs brush over your nipples, already hardening under his attention, and you gasp again at the sensation— sharper this time.

"Gyu—" Your voice comes out breathless, a warning and an invitation all at once.

He freezes at the sound of his name, eyes snapping up to yours. His thumbs pause on your nipples, but his palms don't move away—you can feel how warm they are against your chest, how desperate he is to keep touching you but scared he's doing something wrong.

"Too much?" he whispers, his voice rough with need and vulnerability.

You shake your head slowly, unable to find words. Instead, you guide his hands higher, pressing his palms more firmly against your breasts.

"More," you manage, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Gyu."

With a gentle tug, he pulls you closer until you're straddling his lap, your naked breasts pressed directly against his chest now. 

The sudden contact makes you both groan softly— him from finally having you against him, and you from feeling his hard chest against your sensitive nipples.

As you settle on his lap, he can feel the growing tent in his pants pressing against you.

Is… is he hard? Okay, no shit Sherlock, of course he’s hard.

You glance down briefly, then back up at him with a small smirk. "Someone's happy to see me," you tease softly. His cheeks flush immediately, and he looks away shyly.

He buries his face against the crook of your neck, clearly mortified, so that you can’t see the intensity of his blush spreading across his neck. 

"M’sorry… Can't help it," he admits quietly, voice muffled against your skin. "You're sitting on my lap in a baby pink thong with your tits in my hands... what did you expect, baby?"

You giggle softly, finding his embarrassment adorable and honestly kinda hot. "I'm not complaining," you reassure him, shifting your hips slightly so that you’re grinding down onto his erection through his pants.

"I kind of like knowing I turn you on this much just from touching my boobs," you murmur, kissing his flushed cheek.

His face turns an even deeper shade of red at your words and the gentle grinding motion. He lets out a soft groan, his hands squeezing your breasts instinctively.

"Fuck’s sake, baby... don't say shit like that," he whispers hoarsely against your neck.

He starts kneading your breasts gently, thumbs brushing over your already hard nipples as he sucks a mark onto your neck— not hard enough to leave a real bruise, but enough to show his possession. 

One hand slides up to tangle in your hair, tilting your head to the side to give him better access.

You can feel his hard cock straining against his pants, pressing urgently against your core. You're wet through your lingerie, and you know he can probably feel it too. You bite your lip, thinking about pulling his pants down.

Your brain buzzes with nerves and want—he deserves so much more than you've given him, and you're tired of hesitating, tired of overthinking. It's time to just feel.

You reach down between you, fingers finding the waistband of his sweatpants, and lean in close to his ear. "Let's get these off you, huh?"

He lets out a muffled, embarrassed sound as you start to pull his pants down, burying his face in your chest to hide his face. He lifts his hips helpfully, allowing you to push his sweatpants and boxers down past his hips and off his legs entirely.

"Y/N.. You... you sure you wanna do this?"

You look down, faced with the sight of the sharp points of his hipbones poking out slightly from his slim waist. His dick is hard and leaking, curving up towards his belly button, and of course— he's blushing furiously with his face still buried in your chest.

You can hear the vulnerability and uncertainty laced within his words. He's worried that you'll change your mind, that you'll realize he's too skinny, too weak, not good enough for you.

"I'm not... I'm not as big or strong as the other guys..."

You almost laugh—he's worried he's not big or strong enough? Have you seen him? He's fucking perfect, all sharp lines and rough skin, built like a fucking beast, and so, so clearly desperate for you. That cock is definitely not small, and even if it was, you wouldn't care.

"Are you kidding me, Gyu?" You whisper, cupping his face and gently tilting it up so you can see his eyes— wide, vulnerable, searching your face for any sign of rejection.

"You're gorgeous," you say firmly, your thumb brushing across his cheek. "Like... have you seen yourself? You're literally the hottest person I know,” You pause, sighing softly. “You’re my boyfriend.”

Your boyfriend. He knows he’s your boyfriend, but damn— the words seem to hit him like a physical touch, making him shiver and blink up at you with something between awe and disbelief. 

He's still trying to process that someone like you could possibly want someone like him.

"But I'm—" He starts to protest, but you cut him off by wrapping a hand around his cock, stroking slowly from base to tip. He gasps, his hips bucking up into your grip.

You smirk slightly, watching him try to hold back his moans. You know he's sensitive—every guy is different, but you've learned that he's extra sensitive. His cock twitches in your hand, already leaking pre-cum.

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The hallway is dimly lit, the cold tile floor pressing against your knees as you kneel between his spread thighs. His back is still pressed against the wall, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly. You're giving him a handjob right here in the middle of the hallway. Oh well, it’s his apartment anyway.

You can feel his cock throbbing in your hand, the pre-cum making your palm slick as you stroke him slowly. He's biting his lip, trying to stay quiet, but soft whimpers are escaping him with every stroke. 

"Y/N... Baby, wait..." He begs softly.

Your grip loosens slightly as you look up at him. His hair is messy, cheeks flushed, and his eyes are glassy with pleasure and need. He looks absolutely adorable like this—too cute to deny. "What is it, baby?"

"Can you... can you maybe..." He stutters, his eyes flickering down to where your hand is wrapped around his cock before meeting your gaze again, shy but determined.

"I-I want you to... to r-ride me... I wanna be inside you," he whispers, voice rough and embarrassed. "Please, baby. Please let me fuck you." He pleads, looking up at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the world.

You feel a flutter in your chest at the adorable way he's begging for you. You've only ridden him once before, five days ago, but god— you loved it. The way he felt inside you was incredible, and you can already feel your pussy getting wetter at the thought of doing it again.

You let out a soft sigh, your fingers giving one last squeeze to his cock before releasing him. "Okay," you murmur, crawling up his body so you're straddling his hips again. “Okay, baby. I got you."

He lets out a soft whimper of relief and excitement as you move to straddle him again. His hands immediately grip your hips eagerly, pulling you against him desperately. 

His hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging in slightly as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please... baby, please sit on it..." He whines softly.

You nod, lightly gripping his shoulders for support.

You can feel his hard cock pressing against your entrance through the lacy fabric of your lingerie. He's so fucking hard—it's like he's made of steel. You shift slightly, pulling the thin strip of lace to the side so that his cock is pressing directly against your pussy.

You can't resist teasing him just a little. 

"Shh, patience," you soothe, slowly inching yourself down onto him. You're so wet that he slides in easily, but you go slow anyway, adoring the feeling of being filled by him. 

"So big... so hard for me..." you praise, bottoming out with a soft moan. "Good boy."

His back arches off the cold tile floor, a desperate moan tearing from his throat the moment you bottom out. "F-fuck— Y/N—" His hands scramble for purchase on your thighs, fingers trembling as he looks up at you with blown pupils. "You feel so good... you feel so—"

Before he can finish speaking, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his to silence his moans. Your hips stay still, keeping him deep inside you. He lets out a muffled whimper into your mouth, his body wriggling underneath you, trying to get you to move.

He kisses you back desperately, lips moving messily against yours as his tongue invades your mouth. He bites your lower lip gently, sending shivers down your spine. 

"Please, baby... please move..." he begs against your mouth, voice cracking.

You giggle softly, finally lifting your hips up before slowly sinking back down. A soft moan escapes your lips at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you. 

He's so big—hitting all the right spots inside you. His hands go to your waist, helping you ride him slower, deeper. He watches you with icy blue eyes, loving how you look on top of him.

His head leans up, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking gently. His tongue swipes over the pebbled bud while his hands guide your hips, making sure he goes as deep as possible. You moan louder, your fingers tangling in his black and green hair.

"That's it... that's my girl…” he murmurs against your breast, looking up at you.

You smile down at him, your movements becoming more confident. You're his girl—riding his dick, making him feel good. He rewards you with soft bites and sucks on your breasts, his hands guiding you to go faster. "That's it..."

His arms wrap around your back, holding you close as he thrusts in you. 

You pick up the pace, bouncing harder on his cock as he buries his face between your breasts, breathing you in between desperate moans. The wet slapping sounds of skin meeting skin fills the hallway. "Gyutaro... Gyu— oh fuck—" you moan his name like a prayer, feeling yourself getting close.

One of his hands slides down between your bodies, fingers finding your clit while the other wraps tighter around your back.

"Right there— I got you—" he mumbles against your chest, rubbing slow circles on your sensitive clit as you bounce on him. Your thighs start trembling almost immediately, his touch pushing you closer.

"Come for me, baby... come on my cock, please…"

The command combined with his gentle circling on your clit pushes you over the edge. Your walls clamp down on him like a vice, milking his cock as you cry out his name. 

You grind down on him hard, riding out your orgasm as pleasure floods through every inch of your body. He groans, feeling you squeeze him so deliciously.

“F-fuck— Y/N—"

Your orgasm triggers his own release. He bites down gently on your breast to muffle a loud groan as he comes inside you, filling you with his hot cum. Your juices mix with his, creating a sticky mess between your thighs as you continue to ride him through his orgasm. 

"Shit... baby..." He whispers softly, looking up at you with a dazed expression. His hands are all over your body—your back and your thighs. He's holding you close, keeping you impaled on his softening dick as he catches his breath.

You whimper softly, looking down at him. Your lingerie is soaked—your juices and his cum leaking out of you and staining the lace. Your nipples are sore and puffy from his sucking and biting. You look like you've been thoroughly fucked—and you have. 

You giggle softly, looking down at him with a satisfied smile. "Look at what you did to me," you whisper, tugging at the soaked lace of your lingerie that's still bunched to the side. "All ruined because you're such a greedy boy..." 

He looks up at you with tired, satisfied eyes, not looking sorry at all. He pulls you down for a soft kiss, not caring about the mess between your bodies. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close against his chest.

"I fucking love this lingerie on you," he murmurs against your lips. "C-can you wear it again tomorrow?"

You giggle softly against his mouth, nipping at his lips before answering. "If you want me to," you say softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'll wear it again tomorrow... just for you." 

He groans happily, kissing you again. “Thank you, baby…”

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After a moment of silence, he suddenly shifts uncomfortably beneath you. He winces slightly, his arms tightening around you as if seeking comfort. 

"Ow... fuck..." He complains softly, breaking the quiet atmosphere. "My ass is killing me from the cold floor..."