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you don’t even remember why you started doing it.

maybe it was the way he looked so unbothered when you mentioned going to lunch with a guy from your chem class. maybe it was the way he didn’t blink when you wore that little black dress that used to turn his words to mush. maybe it was because he was too good at hiding everything you wanted to see.

it wasn't like you were trying to hurt him. but still, the little experiments kept piling up. laughing a little too loud when taiki leaned too close. wearing lip gloss you knew drove taki crazy and pretending you forgot you had it on. texting other guys when you knew he was beside you. you were careful. strategic. you weren't cheating, you weren’t even his. but you wanted him to want you. to show it.

and god, it worked.

at first, it was subtle. tight smiles. short answers. a flash of something cold in his voice when you mentioned another name. then came the nights he wouldn’t call you back. the parties he left early. the texts you reread a hundred times, wondering if you’d finally pushed too far. but tonight?

tonight he snaps.

it’s late. some rooftop bar downtown. your dress is short, your smile is sharp, and some guy named jun is laughing way too close to your ear. you can feel taki’s eyes on you from across the deck, burning through you like a wildfire. he’s standing by the railing, arms crossed, jaw tight, and you swear the vein in his neck twitches when you touch jun’s chest.

you keep going. let jun tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. let your fingers brush his wrist when he offers his drink.

and when you glance back? taki’s gone. your heart sinks. it’s not funny anymore. you find him in the stairwell, pacing like he’s about to tear the walls down.

you: “hey…”

t: “don’t.”

you: “what?”

he turns. eyes blazing. there’s something unrecognizable in his face. raw, livid, betrayed.

t: “don’t pretend you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing.”

you flinch. silence thickens between you, but your pride won’t let you break it.

you: “and what am i doing, taki?”

t: “you’re playing me.”

he steps closer. his voice drops.

t: “i’ve been your best friend since we were kids. i’ve been there. every late night, every drunk call, every stupid guy who didn’t get you. and now you’re parading them around like it’s your job to see how far you can push me.”

his chest rises and falls.

t: “well guess what? you win.”

your mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

t “you wanna make me jealous? fine. you did. you fucking did.”

he presses you against the wall so fast your breath hitches.

t: “happy now?”

you’re shaking. you never expected him to break like this. never expected you to break.

you: “you never said anything.”

t: “because i didn’t wanna lose you.”

his voice cracks.

t: “but watching you with them. it kills me. i’m sick of pretending i’m okay with it.”

his hand cups your face.

t: “you’re mine. aren’t you?”

your heart finally, finally caves.

you: “yes.”

and when he kisses you, it’s not soft. it’s everything. every night you dreamed of him. every laugh that meant more. every look that lingered too long.

and when he pulls you into his arms, trembling, whispering your name like a prayer, you know you’ll never need to make him jealous again. because now he knows. and now he won’t let go.

his lips are on yours before you can breathe.

he’s not soft with it, not like he usually is. there’s no holding back now, not when his hands are gripping the back of your thighs, hauling you up like he’s seconds from snapping. he pins you to the wall and kisses you deep, tongue tasting everything you’re offering like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

you whimper into his mouth when his hips grind into yours, the friction making your thighs tense around his waist.

t: "do you even know what you do to me?"

his voice is rough in your ear, lower than you’ve ever heard it. his hands slip down to cup your ass, grinding you hard against him again until you gasp, your arms wrapping tighter around his neck.

t: "wearing those little dresses. letting those guys touch you like you don’t know better. laughing like that. like you’re not already mine."

his hand slips under your skirt, fingers dragging up the inside of your thigh, and you feel how soaked your panties are when he presses against them.

t: "fuck. you’re dripping. you like making me lose my mind, huh?"

you: "i just wanted you to do something about it."

he growls, actually growls, and then he’s carrying you upstairs.

he kicks his door shut behind him, carries you straight into his bedroom, and tosses you onto the bed like he’s finally letting himself have what he’s been starving for. his shirt hits the floor.

then yours.

then your panties. he kneels between your thighs and just stares—chest rising, hair messy, lips already red from kissing you like he meant it.

t: "open your legs for me, baby. let me see all of you."

you do it, shy and shaky, but the way he groans makes the embarrassment melt away.

he leans down.

his tongue drags one long, slow lick through your folds, and your hands fly to his hair immediately.

you: "taki- fuck-"

t: "been waiting for this. thinking about it every night. you moaning my name like this."

he sucks your clit and your back arches.

your thighs shake as he flattens his tongue against you again and again, fingers digging into your hips like he’s holding on for his life. you can hear him moaning between your legs like he’s the one getting off.

t: "this pussy’s mine, you hear me? no one else gets to touch you like this."

you come hard, loud, hips rocking up against his mouth as you cry out for him. it hits so strong you start tearing up. maybe from the release, maybe from the years of finally behind it all.

he kisses up your body, slow and open-mouthed, and then he’s hovering above you, staring down like you’re the only thing he sees.

t: "you crying, sweetheart?"

you nod, barely.

you: "just- just wanted you. so bad."

he kisses your cheek, your jaw, your shoulder.

t: "you’ve got me. you’ve always had me."

his jeans drop. his cock presses against your thigh. hard and thick and leaking. he doesn’t wait.

he lines up and thrusts in all at once, burying himself so deep you gasp out loud and claw at his back.

you: "taki- god- you’re so big-"

t: "i know, baby. i know. i’ve got you."

he rocks into you slow at first, just watching your face, brushing hair out of your eyes while you blink up at him all fucked-out and needy.

then he starts really moving.

deep, rough, controlled. his hips snapping into yours with a rhythm that makes you cry out every time he hits that sweet spot. his hand snakes between your bodies and rubs your clit in fast, tight circles.

t: "this what you wanted? wanted me jealous? wanted me to fuck you like no one else could?"

you: "yesyes- only you, i swear-"

t: "say it."

you: "i’m yours, taki- i’m yours, only yours-"

you break again, cumming with a full-body shake, and he groans like he’s losing it inside you. he chases his own release with rough, sloppy thrusts, kissing your neck as he ruts into you like he’s trying to make you feel it for days.

t: "fuckfuckfuck- i need to cum inside"

you’re too gone to say yes, but your legs lock around him anyway, and he gets the message. he buries himself as deep as he can go and spills, groaning through his teeth as he fills you, head buried in your neck, body shaking above yours.

silence settles in the aftermath. only your breathing, your tangled limbs, your messy bodies pressed tight together. then he pulls back to kiss your lips, slower this time. softer.

t: "i’m not letting you go now."

you: "you better not."

his smile is tired and flushed and beautiful.

t: "you really don’t need to make me jealous again, y’know."

you: "maybe i wanted to watch you snap."

he laughs, and you feel it right against your chest.

t: "next time, just sit on my lap and say please."

you smirk.

you: "noted."

It was hard to remember why the disagreement started in the first place. One second you were watching a random show on the T.V., the next you were arguing about whether women or men come quicker. 

You argued that it was men. Point, blank, period. Your proof? All the past hookups you’ve had that left you unsatisfied because the man would come too early. 

Jiung wasn't exactly happy about your assessment. You could tell by the slight strain in his voice and the crease that appeared between his brows as he tried to defend his own point: that women come just as quickly as men, but there was more stigma surrounding a man finishing earlier. And that brought you to the present.

“How was my point wrong?!” Jiung protested. “I’ve made plenty of girls come first and—”

“Well, if you weren’t aware, women fake their orgasms a lot just to save men the embarrassment—” Before your words could get too heated, Keeho cut you off.

“Why don't we test it?”

You and Jiung both paused the intense stare-down to turn and face him as he sat up fully on the couch beside you.

“What?” 

He smirked when you both spoke at the same time. You were more alike than you realized, no doubt the reason you were always bickering.

“I said, why don't we test it?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah, dipshit, we heard you the first time. Elaborate?”

Jiung shook his head when you even entertained the idea, already turning away and mumbling, “Don't be ridiculous.”

You, however, were intrigued by the proposition. “Come on, Kee, how would we do it?”

Jiung whipped back around to find you leaning forward curiously as you beckoned Keeho to continue, but he spoke before Keeho had the chance.

“You can’t be serious?”

You paid Jiung no mind, only nodding for Keeho to speak, and his smile widened.

“Hmm, we could just masturbate and whoever comes first, loses?”

Your heart began to beat faster at his suggestion, a shrill of excitement raking through you when both boys’ gazes dragged over your body, your legs pressing tighter together when your heat began to throb. 

Jiung closed his mouth that had dropped open in shock, a look of bewilderment clouding his eyes when he realized just how serious you were being. He stood up with a huff and made his way over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, needing to put as much distance between himself and you as the idea simmered.

He listened to you and Keeho discuss what the challenge would entail as he unscrewed the cap from the bottle, gulping down the cold liquid to cool his warming body.

“Let’s make it more interesting; the loser has to suffer a punishment,” Keeho hummed thoughtfully at your idea as he began thinking of other rules to put in place.

Jiung couldn’t believe his ears. It was absurd. Even just thinking about you, sitting across from him, touching yourself in the most intimate way, was overwhelming. But the more he listened to you discuss it, the tighter he felt his pants stretching, his growing erection straining in the fabric. 

The room felt unbearably hot. He gulped down more of the water until barely any was left. His hair had begun to stick to his sweat-slicked forehead, his cheeks flaming red when he heard you say, “—and we're not allowed to stop. We have to keep going until one of us comes, and if anyone pulls their hand away, they lose.”

“You guys are crazy,” he mumbled, already collecting his belongings to head home. “Have fun.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms, your earlier irritation returning. “We’re all friends here, Jiung. What's the harm? Unless it’s because you know you’ll lose.”

He paused, his hand on the door, and turned back around to face you. “T-thats not the point,” he repeated weakly, his eyes shutting tight when his voice came out shaky, your frown lifting into a smug smile.

“That’s exactly the point,” you stood and made your way over to him, his breath hitching when you were close enough for him to smell your perfume. You placed your hand on the jacket in his arms, tugging slightly as his grip on it loosened. You reached for his hand next, your fingers brushing his as you took his keys from him as well, finally whispering just loud enough for him to hear, “Come on, Ji… prove us wrong.” 

You could see the resolve crumbling in his dilated eyes as they stared back at you, flicking to Keeho over your shoulder. His hand slowly slipped off the door, falling back to his side, and you smiled so wide your cheeks began to ache.

“Lovely,” you turned back to find Keeho watching the exchange intently on the edge of his seat. You smirked at him with a nod, already walking away from the living room. “Both of you, follow me.”

The next thing you knew, you were sitting with your back pressed against the headboard of your bed, legs spread and bare, Keeho and Jiung sat opposite you. 

You’d been going at it for five minutes already, one leg bent at the knee, the other splayed to the side to make sure they could see every inch of your dripping cunt. You tried to focus your fingers on your soaked folds, spreading them wide open to circle and rub at your hole, then back up, avoiding your clit at all costs to last as long as possible.

There had to be some strategy behind this, because you wanted to win, first and foremost. You had a point to prove. But with your two very attractive friends spread in front of you, it was becoming harder to avoid the throbbing bundle of nerves that ached to be touched as your eyes darted between them. 

Keeho jerked himself with long, slow strokes, twisting his hand down his thick cock all the way to the base, then back up again to brush over his tip. His bottom lip was pulled tight between his teeth as he watched you carefully, his sharp eyes holding an intensity you hadn't seen before. 

Jiung was the complete opposite. His hand moved with quick, shallow strokes, focusing on his shaft right below the bright red tip already dripping precum. His face mirrored a similar color, his cheeks flushed red, his eyes half-lidded, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. A delighted smirk grew on your lips at the sight of him already so flustered and worked up. No wonder he’d been so defensive earlier—he clearly didn’t have the self-control to prolong his orgasm. 

When Jiung shut his eyes and stretched his head back to force the moan threatening to escape him away, you cast your eyes back to Keeho, nudging your head subtly in Jiung’s direction with a questioning look. When Keeho’s own smirk deepened and he nodded, you knew he understood what you were asking. 

Teaming up on him wasn’t fair—you knew that. But he’d been arguing with you a lot lately, and you wanted nothing more than to finally put him in his place and teach him a lesson. And Keeho, well, you were sure he just wanted to see Jiung suffer. 

When his eyes opened again, they looked hazy and clouded with lust. They landed on your face, tracing the slope of your nose down to your slightly parted lips, but never lower than that. You could see the concentration etched on his face as he fought against every urge to look down.

Oh—so he had his own strategy. It didn’t matter, though, because if there was one thing you knew about him, it was that he easily gave in to temptation. 

Keeho’s gravely moan drew your attention back to him, “Fuck, look at her, Ji, she’s so wet for us. Likes to talk a big game, but she’s just as desperate.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to gauge how this was helping Jiung lose faster, but when his cocky smirk deepened, you decided to put your faith in him. Especially when Jiung’s eyes snapped down to your parted legs, right where your fingers had formed a V shape to spread your folds wide open. His eyes quickly returned to yours, but it was too late. You saw the way his hand faltered on his cock, squeezing hard and slipping to the base to physically hold his orgasm back. A thick bead of precum welled at his slit and dribbled over and down his length for good measure. 

Keeho let out a low, amused chuckle from your left, his own fist still moving in those long, controlled strokes. “Stop teasing yourself, baby. Slide two fingers inside that pretty pussy. It’s only fair.”

Your breath hitched, the command sending goosebumps across your arms and legs even as your irritation grew. If forcing you closer to your own orgasm would make Jiung come first, then so be it. You lowered your fingers to your clenched hole, applying pressure until they slipped in, your head falling back against the headboard with a shaky exhale at the stretch.

“Nice and deep. Let us hear how wet you are.” 

You followed his instructions, sinking your fingers knuckle deep, then back out with an audible squelch.

“Good fucking girl,” Keeho praised, voice dropping lower as his own fist tightened around his cock, stroking even slower to savor the sight. “Now curl them up. Feel how tight you are? Fuck I bet you’re clenching already. Imagine how much better it would feel if it were one of us stretching you open instead. Wouldn’t you like that, Jiung?”

You were so distracted by Keeho’s velvety voice that you almost forgot that Jiung was the real target here. A helpless whimper escaped him, his hips jerking, thighs trembling as he tried to keep his pace steady. But he couldn’t help it—his eyes dropped.

They locked onto your cunt, watching how your fingers disappeared inside yourself, the pool of arousal growing every time you pumped them in and out. The flush on his cheeks had spread down his neck, blooming softly against his chest. He looked so devastating like this, so flustered and so obviously aching. 

You moaned, the sound louder than you intended. The combination of Keeho’s filthy words and Jiung’s wrecked expression was making your clit throb painfully. You wanted to rub it so badly, wanted to relieve yourself of the pressure, but you held back, focusing instead on the drag of your fingers against your walls. 

But then Keeho spoke again, “Don’t forget about your clit, baby. I can see how needy it is from here.” 

“Keeho—” you warned, voice shaky because you were right there, teetering, his voice threatening to send you over before Jiung. But he only smirked wider, clearly enjoying how strained you sounded.

He ignored you, eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. “Do it. Press two fingers right on that swollen little clit and rub.”

You pushed your annoyance aside to obey. With your fingers still fucking yourself, you moved your other hand to your clit, the first slow circle drawing a sharp cry from you. Your legs trembled as you focused on keeping them from closing.

Keeho groaned loudly, his hand moving faster now, his free hand gripping his thigh tightly, nails digging into the skin as he tried to force himself to slow down. That’s when you realized that he was also doing this for himself—he wanted to watch you fall apart on his words just as badly as he wanted to ruin Jiung.

“That’s it… You’re doing so well. But you can go faster than that, right? We can see how needy and desperate you are. Can’t we, Jiung?”

You kept your eyes on Jiung as your fingers worked faster. Every little sound he made, every low whine and whimper, made the coil in your belly pull tighter until you felt dangerously close to losing.

His strokes had lost their rhythm, his hips bucking into his hand instead. He looked so utterly mesmerized by you, his eyes wide and worshipful, fixed on your cunt with a raw hunger. He had to be close. But you were too; you needed to change directions.

“Fuck Ji,” You said his name with a breathy sigh, smiling when he reached a hand out to grip the sheets in front of him to steady himself as his body shook from the stimulation, a bead of sweat dripping down his cheek. “Look at you shaking. You’re not even trying to hide how badly you need to come. Does it ache? Does it hurt, baby?”

His head snapped up at the pet name, eyes glassy and barely there. “S-shut up—”

“But you’re so pretty like this,” you taunted. “All red and desperate, trying so hard to hold back. But you’re losing, Ji. I can see it. Your cock is twitching so pathetically—just look at how much you’re dripping for me. Bet it would feel so good twitching inside me right now.”

You could smell the three of you now in the room—the scent of sex thickening the air. It made your head spin. The pressure was building fast. You tried to slow your fingers, but the way both of them watched you made it impossible.

Keeho groaned beside you, his pace quickening as he drank in the scene. “You hear that? She’s thinking about you. Bet you’d last three strokes before you filled her up like a loser.”

Jiung’s hand sped up, the wet slap of his skin growing faster and more erratic. His eyes screwed shut tightly as you quickly followed Keeho’s words.

“Jiung,” you cooed, pulling your fingers from your stretched pussy as you continued rubbing your clit. “Look at my pussy. Watch how it flutters every time you make those desperate little sounds. You want to come so bad, don’t you? It’s okay… You can let go. We all know you’re going to lose.”

Keeho’s voice encouraged him further. “Come on, Ji. Stop fighting it. You’re right there, just let it happen. Be a good boy and come.” 

Those two words seemed to blaze through whatever was left of his pride.

“It hurts—” he finally gasped, voice cracking. His hand faltered at his tip, squeezing it so tightly his whole body convulsed. “It fucking hurts—please, I can’t—can’t hold it—”

“There’s no shame in it. It’s okay,” you were desperate now, wanting to reach your own release just as badly. “Come for me.” 

His body jerked forward with a strangled cry, hips bucking wildly in his hand as thick ropes of cum painted the sheets in front of him. His hand kept moving through it, milking every pulse while his whole body shuddered and his eyes fluttered half-shut in overwhelmed bliss.

The sight of him—flushed, trembling, completely ruined—ripped your own orgasm from you before you could stop it. Your fingers pressed hard against your clit as you plunged your fingers back into your cunt.

Pleasure crashed over you in blinding waves, your head slamming back against the headboard as you cried out. Your thighs shook, cunt gushing slick around your fingers while white-hot ecstasy flooded every nerve. You rode it helplessly, hips grinding into your hand, moans spilling unrestrained as the pleasure consumed you.

You were so lost in it—so deep in the pulsing, shuddering bliss—that you didn’t even notice Keeho’s low, guttural groan beside you, or the way his fist stuttered, and his own release painted his toned stomach in heavy streaks.

The wet sound of his climax was drowned beneath the roar of your own heartbeat in your ears, your body too wracked with aftershocks to register anything beyond the overwhelming heat still coursing through you.

The room was silent, filled only with your ragged breaths as you dragged your fingers away from your oversensitive clit, thighs still twitching. Your glare landed on Keeho, chest heaving. “You asshole. You were trying to make me lose, too.”

Keeho’s lips curved into that lazy, satisfied smirk, eyes sparkling with amusement as he took in your flushed, irritated expression. He tilted his head, biting his bottom lip like your annoyance was the cutest thing he’d ever seen

“Yeah?” he murmured, voice still rough. “And you still held out until he came first. Such a good girl.”

“Asshole,” You mumbled, throwing a pillow at his head and cringing when it landed on his cum streaked stomach. “Whatever, Jiung still lost, just as expected.”

You looked over at Jiung, who was still trying to catch his breath, cheeks still red with embarrassment at having come first. Yet his gaze remained helplessly locked between your spread thighs, transfixed on the way your release dripped slowly from your cunt, slick trails glistening as they slid down your skin. 

You couldn't believe him. “Pathetic,” you murmured, voice still airy from your orgasm. “Can’t even pretend to be mad when you’re staring at my dripping pussy like you want to lick up every drop. Look at you, Jiung. Already getting hard again.”

His eyes widened further, face flushing an even deeper shade of red as he finally tore his gaze away and down to his twitching cock. He looked mortified, lips parting but no words coming out, just a shaky exhale that made your skin tingle. 

Keeho chuckled lowly from his side of the bed. “Round two? Don’t we get to punish him?”

Jiung’s eyes snapped wide with fear, his whole body tensing. Yours, meanwhile, lit up with excitement, a fresh pulse of heat curling low in your belly at the prospect.

“N-no, please—I can’t— right now?” Jiung stuttered, voice cracking as he tried to sit up straighter, hands fumbling uselessly to cover his spent cock.

You shook your head, still smiling. “That was the deal, Jiung. You lost. Fair and square.”

Keeho turned to you, one brow arched in curious amusement, his own spent cock twitching slightly against his thigh. “Have anything in mind?”

You paused, tapping a finger against your lips as you thought. A slow smirk curved your mouth. You nodded once, then slid off the bed, feeling both their eyes follow you curiously across the room. Opening your closet, you pulled out a plain box from the top shelf, lifted the lid, and drew out a length of soft black rope and a sleek gag. 

Both their eyes widened—Jiung’s in fear, while Keeho’s filled with happy shock, a delighted grin breaking across his face.

“Wow, you’re a freak,” Keeho said, clearly impressed.

You felt heat bloom across your cheeks but met his gaze without flinching. “I know you’re not talking.”

You made your way back over to them, the rope and gag in your hands, the weight of both men’s stares sending a comforting flush spread across your skin. “Don’t think of it as a punishment, Ji,” you said softly, voice laced with mock tenderness. “I’m actually trying to help you.”

You leaned in, settling one knee on the mattress so you could rest a hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle jump beneath your palm. “I’m going to tie you up so you can’t touch yourself, and you’re going to watch Keeho and me. Maybe that will teach you to last longer.”

Jiung looked hesitant, eyes darting between the rope and your face. He didn’t want to back out now—not when you already thought he was so easy—so he gave a small, shaky nod. You smirked, satisfied, then cupped his jaw and pressed a gentle kiss to his burning cheek.

“You can take it,” you whispered against his skin, breath warm.

You instructed him to sit back against the headboard. Keeho watched in silence, cock already half-hard again as you followed Jiung onto the bed, swinging your thighs on either side of his lap. Your dripping cunt hovered just above his twitching length, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from you but never touching. The proximity alone made his chest heave, cock jerking visibly in the air between you, a fresh bead of precum welling at the tip.

You reached for his wrists, guiding them up above his head and securing them to the headboard with the rope. 

His cock twitched harder in anticipation, brushing almost accidentally against the inside of your thigh and drawing a choked sound from behind his clenched teeth.

You tested the rope with a firm pull, making sure it held without digging too deeply into his skin. Then you looked down at him, cupping his flushed cheek with one hand. “Is it too tight?”

His heart swooned at the careful way you checked on him, eyes softening despite the gag still waiting in your other hand. He shook his head, swallowing hard, and you nodded, pleased.

Finally, you held up the gag. “Open up for me.”

Jiung obeyed with a trembling breath. You slipped the gag between his lips, buckling it behind his head, then rubbed your thumb soothingly over his cheek with a small smile. Satisfied with your work—the sight of him bound, gagged, and helplessly hard—you crawled to the edge of the bed beside Keeho to admire him fully.

His hand reached out to settle warm and heavy on your thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles into the sensitive skin there. The casual possessiveness of it sent a fresh shiver racing up your spine.

“Look at him,” you murmured, voice low and teasing as you let your gaze drift back to Jiung. “So pathetic like this. Already so worked up just from being tied and gagged. Poor thing can’t even hide how much he loves it.”

Keeho nodded, eyes gleaming with dark amusement as his fingers tightened slightly on your thigh. “This is torture enough. Let’s not make him wait.” He turned toward you, lips finding the curve of your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your throat.

You rolled your eyes even as you tilted your head to give him better access, the scrape of his teeth drawing a quiet sigh from your lips. “You’re just as impatient,” you breathed.

He hummed against your skin. “'Cause I’ve thought about fucking you a lot.”

Your cheeks heated instantly, a flush spreading down your neck. “Keeho,” you scolded, though the protest lacked any real bite.

“Don’t act like you haven’t,” he countered, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You made eye contact with Jiung across the small distance, holding his wide, desperate gaze. “Once or twice,” you admitted softly, the corner of your mouth curving.

Keeho smiled against your neck, then pulled back just enough to look at Jiung. The moment their eyes met, Jiung knew exactly what was coming; he shook his head frantically, muffled protests rising behind the gag, panic flashing bright in his eyes.

“I’ve actually thought about asking you to do this,” Keeho continued, voice smooth and merciless, “but that one over there would never let me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, glancing between them as Jiung’s desperate eyes begged Keeho to stop. “What do you mean?”

Keeho smirked, dragging his hand higher up your thigh. “He has a little crush on you. Never let me make a move. That’s why he was so embarrassed earlier.”

Jiung whimpered around the gag, the sound broken and humiliated, his bound wrists flexing uselessly against the rope. You smiled, slow and delighted at the new information, a warm spark of satisfaction filling your chest as you watched him struggle against the restraints.

“Oh… is that why you were so passionate about our argument earlier?” you asked, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “You didn’t want me to think you come fast. Didn’t want me to know how much of a pathetic slut you are cause you have a crush on me?”

His cock twitched again at your words, another helpless sound muffled behind the gag. You leaned back against Keeho’s chest, letting the revelation settle between the three of you.

“Well,” you said softly, eyes locked on Jiung’s flushed, wrecked face, “I guess this really is a punishment then.”

You pulled Keeho up with you so you were both on your knees in front of Jiung, giving him one last slow smile before turning to Keeho. Your hands cupped his face, thumbs brushing along his jawline as you pulled him in. 

The kiss was instantly messy—lips sliding wet and urgent, tongues pushing past teeth in slick strokes. Your noses bumped as you shifted the angle of the kiss, trying to taste him deeper, desperate for more. Your fingers pulled at his shirt, yanking it upward as he mirrored you without breaking the kiss, palms skimming under your hem and dragging the fabric off in one rough tug. 

Keeho pulled back just enough to look down, eyes widening at the sight of your bare breasts, nipples already hard and drawing him in. He pressed your bodies flush together, chest to chest, the sudden heat of skin on skin making your back arch. He leaned down, mouth closing hot and wet around one nipple, tongue swirling before his lips sucked hard enough to send sparks racing straight between your legs.

“I knew you’d be good with your tongue,” you gasped.

Jiung strained against the rope, wrists flexing hard enough that the headboard creaked. His cock hardened fully, rising to press flushed and heavy against his own stomach, the tip glistening.

Keeho pulled away from your chest with a cocky smile, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, lifting and wrapping them around his waist with strength. He lowered you onto the bed, hovering over you, hips nestled between your spread legs as his gaze flicked sideways, locking onto Jiung’s as he began trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down your sternum, ribs, the soft plane of your belly, until his shoulders settled between your thighs.

He didn't waste time as his tongue slid through your folds, lapping slowly at the slick remnants of your earlier orgasm.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned, loud enough for Jiung to hear every word. “Bet you wish you could taste her right now.”

Jiung’s eyes glistened, tears clinging to his lashes as he whimpered behind the gag.

Your back arched clean off the mattress when Keeho’s tongue flicked perfectly over your clit, pleasure spiking hot and bright. Your head twisted against the sheets so you could look straight at Jiung. He was falling apart, his own back arched away from the headboard, knees folded inward, hips twitching uselessly in the air as he tried to find any friction, any relief from the aching pressure.

“Ji,” you moaned, never breaking his eye contact, “fuck—you look so pretty.”

You clamped your thighs around Keeho’s head, the overstimulation from your earlier orgasm making your puffy pussy flutter and ache against his tongue. Your hands flew to your breasts, squeezing your nipples between trembling fingers as the next climax built fast. Just as your stomach clenched, Keeho pulled away, laughing against your inner thigh. You whined his name, hips chasing his mouth in desperation.

“Annoying,” you gasped, scowling.

He only surged up to kiss you, messy and deep, tongue still coated in your taste. “When are you gonna realize that you calling me names only turns me on more?” He tapped your cheek lightly, the playful slap making your scowl deepen. “Come on. On your hands and knees. Let’s really give him something to watch.”

You rolled your eyes but obeyed, turning over so you faced Jiung directly. He looked like he was on his last breath—chest heaving, chin slick with drool, his stomach bowing in on itself. You reached for his knees, parting them wider so you could settle between his legs on all fours, close enough to touch him if need be. 

You liked this angle; you could stare straight into his wide, watery eyes while Keeho fucked you for the first time.

Keeho’s hands gripped your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he lined himself up. The first slow push of his cock into your soaked heat drew a shared moan from both of you—tight, velvet walls clenching around him as your bodies learned each other.

"K-kyo... fuck—I think you're too big."

You regretted the words as soon as you said them, not wanting to boost his ego even more, but he was only halfway in, and you already felt incredibly full. 

He rubbed your ass as you adjusted to his size, pushing forward once he knew you were okay. "Don't worry, I'll make it fit."

Jiung whimpered behind the gag, eyes fixed on the way Keeho’s cock disappeared fully inside you, his own hips jerking involuntarily, aching to feel just a fraction of the heat Keeho was feeling. 

You stayed on your hands, your tits bouncing each time Keeho thrusted into you. Then you lowered your chest to the mattress, pressing your cheek near Jiung’s knee and curving your spine deeply so he could watch every punishing slap of Keeho’s hips against your ass, the wet sound of your cunt taking him filling the room.

“Look at you, Jiung,” you cooed condescendingly. “Poor baby. Look how pathetic you are, all tied up and dripping while your friend fuck. Such a good, messy boy, taking your punishment without even being allowed to touch.”

Jiung writhed harder, back arching away from the headboard, legs squirming as fresh tears slipped down his cheeks. He looked so overwhelmed, sobs muffled behind the gag, every muscle straining uselessly. The tip of his cock dragged against his stomach with each desperate buck, and suddenly his hips lifted upward. 

A weak, pathetic orgasm spilled from him—thin, watery ropes that barely pulsed, soaking his still-hard cock and dripping to his lap. His eyes rolled back, a broken cry leaving him as the unsatisfying release left him shaking.

You moaned louder as Keeho drove deeper, the sight of Jiung coming untouched pushing you over.

“Oh—Keeho, right there, y-yes—” Your orgasm crashed through you, walls pulsing tight around his cock. Keeho groaned, thrusting a few more times before he pulled out and stroked himself, finishing across your ass and lower back, hips jerking with each spurt.

He sat back on his knees, one hand rubbing slow circles over your cum-smeared ass as you came down, breath ragged. “Shit… look at that. Jiung came untouched just from watching.”

You turned your head, eyes dropping back to Jiung’s cock. “Can that even be considered an orgasm?” you murmured, voice sweet and cruel.

Crawling forward on shaky limbs, you reached up and unbuckled the gag, pulling it free. Drool coated his swollen lips as he sobbed openly, tears flowing freely. You cupped his cheek, thumb brushing away the moisture.

“You still need to come right? Properly.”

He sniffled hard and nodded, his pupils dilated so wide you could only see black. You kissed one of his salty tears away and nodded. “It’s okay, I'll take care of you. You deserve that much.”

Your hand wrapped slowly around his sensitive tip, stroking him with care. It took only a few firm jerks before he was crying out, thicker spurts coating your fingers—still nowhere near the force of his first orgasm, but enough to leave him more satisfied than the last. You giggled softly at how quickly he fell apart, glancing over at Keeho, who watched the two of you with a raised brow.

Jiung leaned forward, forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder, body trembling with fatigue. You reached up, carefully untying his wrists and bringing his arms down. Your fingers rubbed gently at the faint red marks the rope had left, then you pressed soft kisses to each one. “You’re okay, Jiung. You took the punishment so well, such a good boy.”

Keeho scoffed from behind you. “He literally came untouched—”

You shushed him sharply, "He's sensitive."

Jiung only shuddered harder, pressing his tear-streaked face into your chest with a broken sniffle.

Keeho rolled his eyes, getting up to clean himself off while mumbling, "He's a loser."

Jiung barely heard him, too focused on the way you rubbed the nape of his neck, smoothing his messy hair down with care, smiling at the words you spoke next.

"I think he's jealous of you, Ji."

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His face was half-lit by the screen's fading light, his jaw relaxed, eyes half-lidded. "So," You said, your voice a little rough from the quiet, "The girl from the bar. You never told me how it went."

Jiung's thumb paused its circular motion for a beat, then resumed. "Which one?" He snickered. You snorted. "Pig." Your voice mumbled. "I don't know? The one with the red top who you kept eyeing last Saturday."

He nodded as if he was gathering his thoughts. "Ohh... yeah. She was fine. Just… not really my type." He shrugged, the movement shifting your weight against him. "We hooked up, I don’t know it was pretty forgettable."

You hummed, tracing the seam of his sweatshirt with your nail. "Shame."

"What about you?" He asked, his tone light but his eyes catching yours. "How's that guy you've been seeing? Intak, was it?"

Another snort escaped you before you could stop it. "Right. Yeah. He's… boring."

His eyebrows lifted. "Boring? That's not what you said when you first started talking about him."

You let out a long breath, the frustration you'd been carrying for weeks bubbling to the surface. "He's boring in bed, Jiung. Like, painfully boring. I don't think he's aware that there's more than one position. And every time I try to steer things, he just…" You sighed, looking down at your lap and picking at a loose thread on your jean skirt. "I don't know, I just… I haven't had good sex in months. God, I don't remember the last time I came with someone else. It's embarrassing."

Jiung's hand on your thigh stilled again, then his fingers curled slightly, pressing into your skin. "Oh… that's fucked," He said quietly, his voice dropping. "You deserve better than that."

You felt a flush creep up your neck, the intimacy of the conversation settling between you like a weight. His thumb resumed its motion — slower now, more deliberate, pressing in small circles against the inside of your thigh. It was such a habit between you two, this casual touch.

He'd always been tactile: a hand on your shoulder, an arm around your waist, fingers brushing yours when you passed something to each other. But tonight, with the room dim and your blood still humming from a comedown, it felt different.

"Better…?” You repeated, your voice barely a whisper. "Like what?"

He didn't answer right away until his eyes found yours, dark and serious. "Someone who actually pays attention. Who knows what he's doing and makes sure your needs come first, every time."

Your breath caught. The air between you thickened. His thumb kept moving — slow, hypnotic circles on your thigh, higher now, practically ghosting where you ached the most.

You could feel the heat radiating off him, the room felt so silent and still that you could practically hear the my de steady thump of his heartbeat . "Jiung?" you said slowly, the words falling out before you could think.

"Hm?"

"Can you kiss me?"

His eyes flared. He didn't ask if you were sure and he sure as hell didn't hesitate because without a second thought, his hand slid from your thigh to your waist, pulling you toward him before his mouth was on yours.

The kiss started soft — his lips brushing yours once, twice, testing, almost shy despite the hunger that possessed his eyes. His other hand came up to cradle your jaw, tilting your head as he kissed you slowly.

You felt his tongue trace the seam of your lips, quietly asking for more, and you parted for him, a quiet sound escaping your throat as he slipped inside.

The kiss deepened by degrees, each pass of his tongue unhurried, as if he had all night. And maybe he did…. Your high was long gone, and you were sobering up, but this still felt like a different kind of float — weightless and suspended in the thick air between you.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. His breath was warm, uneven. "Do you want to...?" He whispered, thumb stroking your cheek.

You answered by pulling him back in for another kiss.

You shifted, your body moving on instinct, swinging a leg over his lap until you were now straddling him, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. His hands dropped to your waist, gripping you firmly, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the growing hardness beneath his jeans, pressing against your core, and a fresh wave of heat flooded through you.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips along your jaw, down the column of your throat, pausing where your pulse fluttered. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, tongue flicking over the skin, then sucked gently — a slow, deliberate tug that made your breath hitch. He didn't rush. He moved his mouth lower, kissing the hollow of your collarbone, the swell of your chest above the neckline of your shirt.

Each kiss a promise.

He sucked gently, teeth grazing, and you moaned, your hips rocking forward involuntarily.

"Fuck," He breathed against your skin, his voice rough. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

"Show me," You whispered, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Show me what I deserve."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide, lips swollen and slick. "I'll take care of you," He promised, and the sincerity in his voice made your chest ache. "Okay?"

You nodded, and he kissed you again — softer this time, but no less intense. His hands roamed up your sides, slipping under the hem of your shirt, his palms hot against your skin. He pushed the fabric up, and you broke the kiss to let him pull it over your head, tossing it aside.

His eyes raked over you, hungry, appreciative, taking in the black lace of your bra. "Tell me what you want," He muttered, his hands sliding up your sides, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts. "I want to hear you say it."

You swallowed. "I need you to touch me."

He nodded, and without another word his fingers traced the edge of the lace, following the curve of your breast, featherlight. "Can I take this off?"

“Yes.” You answered quickly before he reached behind you, fingers fumbling with the clasp.

It took two tries, his touch uncertain against your skin, before it finally gave way. Soft giggles tumbled from your lips, breaking the tension that had settled between you. He grinned back, a flush creeping up his neck, before your bra fell away.

He didn't move immediately, but he looked at you, bare in the low light, his expression soft and reverent.

You craved to see more of him too, drawn in by something you couldn’t quite name. Your hands slipped beneath the hem of his shirt while you glanced up and searched for his permission. He gave a quiet nod, setting something in your chest before you lifted the fabric and over his head.

Quickly, Jiung leaned in, pressing a kiss to the top of your breast, then another, lower, until his mouth closed over your nipple. His tongue circled slowly, deliberately, the wet heat of it making you arch into him. He sucked gently, then harder, teeth grazing, and you gasped, your hips grinding against his lap.

He switched sides, giving the same attention to the other delicate bud, his hand cupping the first, thumb brushing over the stiff peak. All the while, his other hand roamed your back, your waist, your hip — steady, grounding touches that kept you anchored.

Minutes passed like that. The only sounds were moans — yours and his — punctuated by wet kisses and the rustle of fabric. He worked his mouth down your chest, and with each touch, your hips ground against his lap, drawing groans from deep in his throat that matched your own.

"Lift up," He murmured, voice husky.

You raised your hips, and he reached beneath your skirt. The warmth of his hand hit your wet skin, and you shivered. He sat back, taking you in—your thighs spread over his lap as his fingers skimmed over your soaked panties.

"God, you're beautiful," He mumbled, almost to himself.

You gasped as he began teasing you through the fabric, rubbing slow circles that made you whimper, your hips tilting toward his touch.

"So wet for me already," he whispered, his voice thick and rough. "All this from just kissing?"

You couldn't answer — couldn't think, really — as he slid your panties aside and found you with devastating accuracy. His thumb pressed against your clit in slow, deliberate circles, and your head fell back.

The pressure was light, teasing, maddening in its restraint. He kept circling, kept you suspended in that exquisite tension for what felt like an eternity before sliding lower. One finger pressed inside you, just the tip, and then he stilled completely, letting you feel the stretch, the anticipation, the weight of what was coming.

"God, please more," You breathed.

He pushed deeper, inch by inch, until his finger was buried to the knuckle. He curled it gently, searching, and when he found that spongy spot inside you, your whole body jolted.

"There?" He asked, his voice a low whisper.

You nodded frantically. He pumped his finger slowly, watching your face, learning what made you gasp and what made you moan. After a few strokes, he added a second finger, stretching you, filling you. The pace was maddeningly slow — each thrust a deliberate drag against your inner walls, his thumb still working your clit in lazy circles.

"You feel so good," He whispered, his breath warm against your skin as you brought your lips to his. The words came slower now, deliberate, each one spoken like a promise. "Could do this all night. Just watch you fall apart on my fingers." He pulled back just enough to speak the words directly against your mouth.

You were trembling, the pleasure building in slow waves, cresting but not breaking. He kept you right on the edge, his rhythm steady, unhurried. His mouth claimed yours completely once again, his tongue moving in a cadence that mirrored the movement of his fingers, and you gasped into the kiss.

He swallowed your moans, his free hand threading through your hair, anchoring you to him as he deepened further. His tongue tasted you like he was trying to memorize every part of you. You couldn't think or do anything but feel the dual assault of pleasure — the kiss and his hand working in perfect synchronization, building you higher and higher.

When you tried to pull back for air, he followed after you, refusing to break contact, his lips moving to your jaw, your neck, before returning to your mouth with renewed intensity. Your hips rocked against his hand, chasing the pressure, and he groaned against your skin — a sound of pure satisfaction that sent another wave of heat through you.

"Ji—I'm so close—" You said softly.

"Not yet," He whispered.

Before you could protest, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you gasping at the sudden emptiness, a whine escaping before you could stop it.

He lifted you with ease, and you understood immediately — your hands already moving to unbutton his jeans. He pushed them down along with his boxers, and then he was there, his cock springing free, hard and flushed and impossibly thick.

The sight alone made you whimper, heat flooding through you as your mouth went dry. "Oh, what? You like it?" The smugness in his voice was unmistakable.

You rolled your eyes even as your cheeks burned. "Please, shut up."

His low chuckle told you he was thoroughly enjoying your reaction. When you settled back against him, the weight of his cock pressed hot and heavy against your core, already slick and ready. He reached down to guide himself, dragging the tip through your folds with agonizing slowness, coating himself in your wetness.

The friction made you gasp, your hips instinctively seeking more, but he held back — rocking against you instead, letting the head catch at your entrance before sliding away again, building the tension until you trembled.

"Please," You begged, your voice breaking with raw need.

"Hm?" He kissed up your throat, then toward your ear. "Tell me what you need."

"I need you inside me... like now."

He let out a shuddering breath. "That's all I wanted to hear." He pushed in slowly — the head stretching you first, a delicious burn that made you gasp. Then his shaft, inch by inch, filling you so completely you could feel every ridge, vein, and pulse of him.

His eyes locked on yours, watching your face as he sank deeper, and you couldn't look away or do anything but feel the overwhelming fullness of him claiming you.

When you were fully seated, buried to the hilt, he stilled. His forehead pressed against yours, both of you breathing hard, trembling with the effort of restraint. You could feel him throbbing inside you, hot and thick, stretching you in ways that made your toes curl.

"Fuck," He breathed, his voice wrecked. "You feel—God, you're perfect."

He began to move — not fast, but deep. Long, rolling thrusts that dragged against your walls, hitting your spot every time with an aching precision. He set a rhythm that was almost lazy, but each stroke was deliberate, measured, and designed to unravel you completely. His hands roamed your body, cupping your breast, gripping your hip, threading through your hair.

"You feel so good," He said against your lips. "This is what you deserve, pretty girl."

Your nails dug into his back, and he moaned, his pace increasing just slightly. He pulled almost all the way out — the loss making you whimper — then thrust back in, a sharp snap of his hips that made you cry out.

"Yeah? You like that?"

"Mmph—Don’t stop—"

And he didn't. He kept that beat — slow, then a little faster, before slowing again, keeping you suspended in that maddening space between pleasure and desperation.

He talked you through it, his voice low and rough, telling you how perfect you felt, how he'd been wanting this for so long, how he was going to make you come so hard you forgot every boring hookup you'd ever had.

You were close again, the pressure coiling in your belly, your knees sinking deeper into the couch cushions. He shifted, angling his hips, and hit a spot that made you see stars — white-hot pleasure shooting through your entire body.

"Right there! Please—"

"Come on," He praised, his voice a command wrapped in a caress. "Look at me. I want to see your face."

You held his gaze as your orgasm tore through, a wave so intense it stole your breath and blurred your vision. Your body clenched around him, pulsing, pulling him deeper as you shattered completely. A broken cry tore from your lips, unrestrained, and he groaned in response, the sound vibrating through your chest.

His own release followed moments later, triggered by the rhythmic squeeze of your walls around him. He buried himself one final time, his hips stuttering as he spilled hot inside you, filling you with pulse after pulse of his release.

His face contorted with pleasure, a guttural moan escaping him as he rode out the waves, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

When it was over, you collapsed on top of him, your face buried in his neck, your breath warm and uneven. Your bodies were still joined, both of you trembling with aftershocks, skin slick with sweat. After a long moment, he lifted his head, his expression soft, almost shy. "Was that… okay?"

You laughed, a breathless sound, and pulled him in for a slow, lazy kiss. "That," You finally whispered, "Is what I've been missing."

He laughed softly, his hands running up and down your back. "Told you, you deserved better."

You lifted your head to look at him, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "So was that a one-time thing, or…?"

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, soft and sweet. "As long as you want it," He murmured. "I'm not going anywhere."

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You watch him from the couch on the other side of the hotel room. He looks cozy on the bed as he dawdles on about anything and everything on his livestream. But cozy isn’t exactly what you’re feeling at the moment. 

Jiung has this way of undoing your sanity thread by thread by merely existing. And here, now, in that red and white jumper over his broad shoulders, with his hair long and mussed over his brows, with his lightly stubbled jaw and bare face, in those thick black rimmed glasses perched on the delicate arch of his nose… sane is the last thing you’re feeling. 

But he seems none the wiser to your slowly decaying state. 

It doesn’t matter how much you sit there squirming on the couch, tucked away from the camera’s view—-his attention never frays. Not that you want him to catch you in this state and ruin your entire professional relationship. But sometimes you wonder what might happen if he catches wind of your little crush. 

You always admired his dedication to your fans. But right now you kind of hope they all combust and disappear so he can catch you and… well, thinking about what might transpire in that case certainly doesn’t help your little situation. 

Fed up and pent up, you lay yourself on your side and tuck one of the longer cushions between your arms and thighs. 

It’s an okay pressure as you subtly rock yourself into it to quell your growing heat, but it’s nothing compared to what you’re imagining. 

Jiung, in that red shirt and those black glasses, on his stomach before you and between your thighs instead of this lousy pillow. 

You gasp softly as a sharp spike of pleasure shoots through you at the image of it, at the thought of his tongue working you through. 

Your hips jerk up, grinding against the pillow as your thighs squeeze down on it. You bury your face into the pillow and catch your lip between your teeth to keep from making any noise and unwittingly outing yourself to Jiung and to your entire fanbase. 

But the pulses of heat distract your track of thought entirely and you quickly forget about where you are. 

Until a voice calls out your name, deep and inquiring. 

“Are you okay?”

Your body grows cold, overturning the heat into ice as your eyes snap open. 

You peek over the pillow to see Jiung watching you over the screen of his laptop with a small pout and concerned eyes. 

“You look a little feverish,” he continues, folding the laptop shut and placing it to the side. 

“I’m fine,” you say quickly, burying your face in the pillow as you mentally curse yourself. What made you think this was a good idea?

Your panic only rises when you hear him get up on his feet and cross the room over to you. 

“I’ll take the couch, you should get in bed to get some sleep—“

“I’m fine right here.”

He clicks his tongue, irritated at your stubbornness, and it does nothing to ease your desire for him. 

You feel the heat of his body crouch down beside you, a hot and tempting thing that strokes the flames of your lust. Then he says your name, low and raspy and warning, and, well, how are you supposed to keep the muffled little moan that escapes your lips. 

You feel the atmosphere pause, like time itself is shocked still from your little slip. Curling in further to the pillow doesn’t hide you away, and the ticking seconds that pass leave you squirming more and more like a bitch in heat. 

Why did you ever break your promise to yourself to keep away from Jiung while you were ovulating?

A shaky gasp breaks through you when you feel the tips of his fingers brush against the damp hair at your forehead, tucking it behind your ear. 

“Love,” he says softly, sweetly, and you nearly moan again. “Are you going to tell me what’s really wrong?”

You hug the pillow tighter, shaking your head into it as a shiver wracks through your body at his whispering touch down your neck. 

“No?” He asks, sounding entirely disappointed. “How else am I supposed to take care of you then?”

The implications of his words are loud and clear. And you really do moan this time, high and needy. 

His hand, large and warm, wraps firmly over your hip to peel you back from the pillow, his other hand pulling it away from you. 

Your trembling thighs clamp shut and you turn your face to hide into your shoulder, but Jiung doesn’t allow it. 

He drops the pillow to the ground and takes your chin instead, prying your gaze to him. 

His jaw is set, lips set in a tight line, brows furrowed with concentration and eyes heated behind his glasses. The sight makes you dizzy and your lips part with a shaky breath. 

Jiung takes the opportunity to dig his thumb between your lips, pressing it down into your lower one. 

“Tell me,” he whispers, dragging the pad of his finger in, just enough to tease it against the tip of your tongue. “Tell me what you need.”

The words fall from your lips, immediate and waiting. 

“Your mouth.”

You hear the sharp breath he takes, feel it too as he lets it out slow and steady against your cheek. 

He pulls his hands from you, leaving you cold and squirming, as he rises to his feet again. 

His heavy hands land on your hips, large and hot even through the layers of your sweatpants and underwear.  

There’s no words that are spoken; it’s clear you’re both far too caught up in what’s to come as his hungry eyes rake over you. 

When his fingers hook into your layers and start to peel them down, slow and torturous, you’re not sure whether it’s him that wants this more or you. 

Because where you’d feel embarrassed at how fucking soaked you are, Jiung seems to look a deprived man with his lost oasis. 

He tosses away your pants, grabs onto your thigh to pry you open, lets out a low and raspy, ‘Fuck’, before he kneels down and dives in. 

All concerns of how the couch isn’t big enough to accompany him flies completely out the window. He makes it work somehow, you don’t care how, because his tongue is on you and fuck is it better than anything you could’ve imagined. 

He practically folds you in half, persistent hands locking your thighs down to your torso so he can have free reign to your cunt. 

His tongue drags through you in long, savouring drags, his indulgent groans lost in the sounds of your slick against his tongue. 

You’re not sure whether he knows what to do with himself, whether to suck on your clit, whether to tongue at your hole, whether to fuck his tongue into you, but he seems to settle on a rapid cycle of all, frantic and hungry. 

All of it has you grinding up on his face, has you whining his name and clutching onto the couch as a meager attempt to hold yourself together. 

But none of it works and you come embarrassingly quick on his tongue, the sight of his dazed eyes getting muddled behind the growing fog of his glasses only sending you quicker over the deep end. 

You clamp down on his hair, crying out his name while he fucks you with his tongue to coax you through your high—and he just doesn’t stop. 

“J-Jiung!” You whimper, thrashing and twitching under his torture. 

But he only doubles down, his stubble scratching into your sensitive skin, nails digging into your flesh as he latches onto your clit and flicks his tongue over it in eager, manic movements. 

And you come again, and again, but none of it seems to be enough for a man drunk in his lust—in you.

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you’ve always been the more reserved one in bed — letting him lead, blushing easily, hiding your face in his neck when things get intense. but tonight something feels different.

the longer your fingers explore the hard planes of his stomach, the warmer you feel between your legs. a quiet ache builds until you can’t ignore it anymore.

you shift slowly, pushing yourself up until you’re straddling his waist. jay’s eyes widen in surprise as you settle your weight on him, knees on either side of his hips.

“baby?” he asks, voice a little rough already. “what are you—”

“i’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” you whisper, barely audible over the movie. your cheeks are burning, but you don’t stop. you push his shirt higher, exposing his toned abdomen completely, and slowly roll your hips forward.

jay’s breath catches sharply. “fuck…”

you’re only wearing one of his oversized shirts and panties, and the thin fabric does almost nothing to hide how wet you already are.

the first glide of your clothed heat against his abs makes you bite your lip hard to suppress a whimper. jay’s hands hover uncertainly at your waist, like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

you start moving — slow, deliberate rolls of your hips, dragging your soaked core along the defined lines of his stomach. every ridge and dip of his abs presses perfectly against your clit through the damp fabric. your eyes flutter half-closed, glossy and dazed as you look down at him.

jay is completely taken aback. his cheeks flush a deep red, lips parted in shock as he stares up at you. “you… you’re really doing this,” he breathes, voice strained. he tries to compose himself, swallowing hard, but his abs tense involuntarily beneath you, making the friction even better.

a soft, needy sound escapes you. you press your palms flat on his chest for balance and keep moving, grinding down harder. your usual shyness has melted away into something deeper, hungrier. your lips are slightly open, eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on his face like he’s the only thing in the world.

“you feel so good,” you murmur, voice gentle but laced with desire. “your abs are so hard… i’ve fantasized about riding them like this for months.”

jay’s ears turn bright red. he’s never heard you talk like that — soft, breathy, filthy words falling from your usually modest mouth. it completely undoes him. his cock is straining hard against his sweatpants, but he can’t even focus on that. all he can feel is the wet heat of you sliding over his stomach, leaving a shiny trail on his skin.

“baby… shit,” he groans, fingers finally gripping your hips. his abs spasm and flex under you as he tries to stay calm, but it only makes you moan quietly. you rock faster, chasing the perfect pressure on your clit.

jay’s breathing grows ragged. he’s blushing so hard it spreads down his neck. “i can’t believe you’re… fuck, you’re so wet. look at you,” he whispers, almost in awe. his usual confident demeanor is crumbling under the sight of his shy girlfriend losing herself on top of him.

you lean forward slightly, hands braced on his chest, and roll your hips in slow, deep circles. a whimper slips out before you can stop it. your eyes stay locked on his, glossy and hazy with pleasure.

“i’ve wanted to feel every single ridge,” you confess softly, voice trembling. “wanted to make a mess all over your pretty abs while you watch me…”

jay’s head falls back against the couch cushion with a broken groan. his abs tense sharply again, the muscles rippling under your heat. “you’re killing me,” he rasps. “you’ve never… you don’t usually talk like this. it’s driving me insane.”

seeing you so deep in a daze — flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes half-lidded with pure lust — completely breaks his composure. his hips start moving on their own, rolling his torso upward to meet your movements. he presses his abs harder against your soaked panties, feeling the wetness spread across his skin with every thrust.

“that’s it,” you whisper encouragingly, voice sweet even as you’re grinding desperately. “feel how wet i am for you? all for your body…”

jay curses under his breath, cheeks still burning as he watches you. his hands slide under your shirt to grip your waist tighter, helping guide your movements. he rolls his torso again and again, deliberately dragging his tensed abs against your heat, mesmerized by the slick sounds and the way your thighs tremble around him.

“you’re so fucking pretty like this,” he pants, eyes dark but still carrying that flustered blush. “riding me like you own me. never seen you this bold… and i love it. fuck, i love it so much.”

you whimper louder this time, unable to hold it back. your head tilts back slightly as the pleasure builds, hips moving faster. jay’s abs are glistening with your arousal now, every flex and spasm sending sparks through both of you. he keeps rolling up to meet you, desperate to feel more, to make you feel even better.

“jay…” you moan softly, eyes glassy as you look down at him again. “you’re getting so tense under me. does it feel good? knowing i’m using your body like this?”

he nods frantically, another deep flush creeping up his face. “yes— god, yes. keep going, baby. use me however you want.”

the movie is completely forgotten. the only sounds in the room are your shared heavy breathing, the wet glide of your heat against his skin, and the occasional desperate groan from jay. he’s fully undone now — no longer trying to stay composed. his hips roll up in a steady rhythm, pressing his abs firmly against your clit over and over while his hands squeeze your thighs.

you lean down closer, lips brushing his ear as you whisper, “i’m so close… gonna make such a mess on you.”

jay shudders hard, abs contracting sharply beneath you. “do it,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “cum all over me. i want to feel it.”

his desperate words combined with the relentless pressure send you spiraling. your movements grow erratic, thighs shaking as you grind down hard. a broken whimper escapes you as pleasure crashes over you, soaking his abs even more. jay keeps rolling his torso up through it, prolonging your high while watching you with pure awe and lust in his eyes.

when you finally slump forward against his chest, breathing heavily, jay wraps his arms around you tightly. his own cock is throbbing painfully in his pants, but he doesn’t push for more. he just holds you, kissing the top of your head, still blushing faintly.

“that was… unexpected,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “in the best way possible. you’re full of surprises tonight.”

you hide your face in his neck, suddenly shy again now that the haze is fading. “i’ve just… wanted to try that for a while.”

jay chuckles softly and tilts your chin up so he can kiss you properly — slow, deep, and full of affection. “anytime you want to get on top and ride my abs again, you do it. no hesitation. seeing you like that… fuck, it did things to me.”

he glances down at the glistening mess on his stomach and smirks, still a little flushed. “we’re definitely doing this again. maybe next time without the panties.”

you laugh softly and kiss him again, the movie still playing unnoticed in the background while you stay wrapped up in each other, hearts racing and bodies warm.

jay keeps tracing gentle patterns on your back, occasionally flexing his abs under you just to tease, already thinking about all the ways he wants to watch you lose yourself on him again. his shy, modest girlfriend had just shown a whole new side tonight — and he was completely, utterly obsessed.

© jongst4r, 2026

to put it simply, none of your previous relationships were good, if you can even call what you had "relationships". you had been so desperate for love and validation, you still stayed with your ex-boyfriend even when he just turned around and fell asleep after you two had had your first time together, not looking at you or saying a word after getting you all dirty with his load.

humiliating, yes, but three months later, you finally realized there were literally no good reasons for you to stay with him.

your ex treated you with about the same warmth as one would treat a colleague from another department you only see every once in a while in the company. he didn't care about your interests or hobbies, and he was not interested in meeting your friends or family, let alone how he was incredibly mediocre in bed. you still get entire body shivers when you remember giving so much of yourself to someone like that, but you try to just be glad it's all in the past.

what came as a result of all of this was: you spent almost two years being painfully single. you honestly didn't mind it that much; it still stung whenever you remembered how nonchalant your ex was when you broke things off with him, so meeting new people felt scary. if you went to a party or club, you could still kiss someone here and there, but every time someone tried to show you they were interested in getting to know you better, you had the same physical reaction as someone who's being hunted for sport.

you had nearly given up on ever having romantic feelings for anyone again when sungchan mentioned a friend of his was moving to south korea. you and sungchan were as close as two coworkers could be, you supposed. the two of you would coordinate lunch breaks and always text each other about the latest office gossip, but you had never hung out outside of an office setting, so you obviously were a little taken aback when, during a random lunch break, sungchan asked if you wanted to tag along him and some friends of his to watch this new movie that had just come out.

it's not like the idea of going for a friendly hangout with sungchan bothered you; if anything, you'd been hoping he'd cross that bridge, being the less shy one out of the two of you. but precisely because you know sungchan is aware of your quieter disposition, you were confused as to why he wanted your first time meeting outside of work be with his close friends around.

before you could ask, though, sungchan said, with a barely contained smile and the tone of someone who's up to no good, "i have this friend, anton, that i think you'd really get along with, you know? he's korean, but he grew up in the states so it's almost like he's a foreigner. just like you! i feel like you have so much in common, really." the crease between your eyebrows only deepened—was sungchan seriously trying to set you up with one of his friends?

once again beating you up to it, before you could deny it, sungchan pulled up some photos of anton that immediately shut you up. oh, fuck, was the guy handsome. doe eyes, big nose, plump lips, thick thighs, huge shoulders and a teeny tiny waist. there's no way in hell you could say no.

anton told you later he was the one who saw you in one of the pictures sungchan had posted from your team and that he had begged sungchan to find a way to introduce you two. to give them some grace, even if they had been plotting on you, the hangout was actually really fun and easy. anton didn't come too strongly to try and interact with you to the point of being inconvenient; he would instead do more subtle things, like offering to share the popcorn he had bought for himself and doubling down on it whenever you poked fun at sungchan. you kept in contact after that, having been way more charmed by him than you were already expecting, and it didn't take long for him to ask you out on a date.

going on dates with anton was so easy it almost scared you. he would pay for absolutely everything, he had held your hand in public since the first date and he would always plan really thoughtful dates instead of last-minute booty calls, as your ex did. you were absolutely smitten with him and, for the first time, you could tell it went both ways. when he officially asked you to be his girlfriend, you jumped onto him with such energy anyone watching would've thought anton was proposing to you instead, the huge smile on anton's face nearly blinding you. that night, anton made you feel not only so much pleasure that you nearly passed out, but beyond the lust, you could feel how much he truly loves you. and that? that unlocked something inside you.

usually, you're a bit of a pillow princess when it comes to your sex life. you thought it was just a preference, but after anton became your boyfriend you realized you just weren't as into your previous boyfriends as your lovesick mind thought you were. to you, anton is truly one of a kind: he's not afraid of showing how much he adores you, clinging to your waist at all times, or, at the very least, he makes sure some part of him is touching you. he buys you chocolate, pain medicine, and pads the day after you complain about your upcoming period. anton also comes to your apartment straight after work on most days, even if his place is closer to his job—and it doesn't matter if he's tired after his shift, he will always drag you to the bathroom to shower or bathe with him and will even give you a massage if work was rough for you too.

all those little things started piling up in your heart and the back of your mind, and that combined with how incredibly hot your boyfriend is... you're almost embarrassed to admit it, feeling like you're worse than a pubescent thirteen-year-old boy, but you seriously felt like you could fuck anton every day. you blame it all on anton, though. how could you not want him to absolutely rearrange your guts when he's smiling so sweetly up at you—head comfortably nestled on your lap and pressing gentle kisses to your thighs every now then—when you're just yapping about boring work stuff?

luckily for you, anton's past as a professional swimmer means he had great stamina. not only that, but the man is completely head over heels for you, which meant he was more than happy to indulge you all the time. you know your boyfriend isn't any better than you though; he acts all innocent, but you've had been dating anton for long enough to realize just how much he enjoys the fact that he can just give you a quick peck and speak in his usual low, soft tone "i love you, baby" and that that's already enough for you to start getting wet.

you and anton are both adults juggling their personal lives with their careers, though, so as much as you two wish you could spend entire days fucking like rabbits, it's just not doable. still, you always have that itch in you, begging to be scratched, egging you on to just do something for your boyfriend. anton is the best thing that has happened to you these past few months you've been dating. how can you not reward him? and with that thought in mind, you developed a sort of habit.

sometimes one or both of you are a tad too tired to have sex the way you two like, especially anton, who, despite enjoying the desperation of an occasional quickie, enjoys it much more when he has time to fuck you deep and thoroughly.

sometimes you don't have time; every once in a while, your company gears up for a big event and the day before is always filled with running around, making calls and staring at spreadsheets until it's way past the time you usually clock out. after days like these, you always get home late and, even so, you still have to wake up early to help with the final preparations for the event, so you unfortunately can't afford to lose even more sleep even if you feel your empty cunt clench around nothing as you see anton running you a warm bath to help you relax after the stressful day.

your solution? having anton's dick in your mouth every chance you get.

even with your mediocre sex life prior to meeting anton, you always found giving head enjoyable. there's just something about how dick tastes and the weight of that hardness on your tongue that really turns you on. nothing compares to giving anton head, though. the flush on his face as he looks down at you, his swollen lips from how much he's biting them, the lustful sighs that manage to escape from his throat... even if anton absolutely despises the thought of leaving you hanging, on the days you don't have a lot of time to spare, you swear you'd be okay with doing just that: give him the sloppiest blowjob you can manage, have him feed you with his cum and just keep nursing on his cock until he either goes soft in your mouth or the agitation from the day finally catches up to you, making you fall asleep.

anton said multiple times, in between shocked and love-filled giggles, that you're insane. you still think it's his fault for having a dick that tastes that good. and not as if he's any better either—if you don't fall asleep after sucking the life out of his dick, most of the time he's more eager than you to return the favor, claiming your pussy gets so wet afterwards that it tastes even better.

you had a feeling when you woke up that today might be one of these days. for once, anton hadn't slept at your place the night before, so you subconsciously licked your lips just looking at the empty space in your bed where your boyfriend usually sleeps. "thank fucking god today is friday," you grumble against your hands that cover your face. you just need to make it through the day, you think, and when you get home, your drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend will come soon after and you'll be able to yank his pants out of his body. positive affirmations to get the day started, or whatever it is that people say, right?

the rest of your day goes on as about normal—you feed your cat before leaving the apartment, your manager pisses you off by asking you to do tasks you've already done, sungchan invites you for lunch and tells you a manager from another department was caught making out with the fresh out of college and eager to please newest hire of her team. same old, same old.

when the clock finally hits 5, you hastily shove all your stuff inside your bag, saying goodbye to everyone as quickly as you can without sounding too impolite, and make your way to the nearest subway station. thankfully, you managed to find a place for yourself that's only two subway stations away from work, so the ride home is usually quick and uneventful. you greet the doorman as you get to your building, standing eagerly in front of the elevator as you clutch the straps of your bag, just wishing to get home as soon as possible.

as you finally step out of the elevator, you're rummaging through your bag trying to find your keys, but as you're standing in front of your door, you feel the smell of fresh food hit your nose—and it's coming from inside your apartment? when you finally manage to fish your keys out of the black hole that is your work bag, you unlock the door, already kicking your shoes off your feet. the moment you close the entrance door behind you, you feel a wave of warmth hit you as you take in the scene in front of your very eyes: anton, all in his cuddly glory wearing his stay-at-home glasses, a hoodie and sweatpants, sitting on your couch with your cat snuggled up to his chest—she knows what she likes—, snowball's black fur sticking to your boyfriend's entire face as you hear the sound of something boiling in the kitchen.

you like dogs too, but, after learning about anton's allergy, you're so glad you decided to have a cat because it's so damn cute to see how he's almost as clingy with snowball as he is with you.

anton and snowball look up at you at the same time when they hear the door click and you can't help but coo at the way they both visibly perk up at the sight of you. "welcome home, baby!" anton smiles at you while snowball lets out a loud meow, scrambling to be freed from anton's hold in favor of crossing the living room to nuzzle your legs. you absentmindedly throw your bag on the floor to pick up your cat, and when you bury your face in her fur, you hear anton speak up "no fair, she always leaves me when you arrive! and why does she get to be hugged first?"

you roll your eyes at your boyfriend's antics, putting snowball back on the floor to make your way towards the couch. your arms wrap around anton's neck before you lower your body to straddle his lap, feeling his hands slide from your knees to your waist as he looks at you with the biggest heart eyes ever. "that's my daughter. if you didn't want to share, you shouldn't be dating a mom," you retort with a playful smile of your own.

"fine, fine... i still get to be kissed first, right?" anton asks before leaning closer to nudge your noses together, breaths already mingling. instead of replying, you choose to just close the distance between your lips, sighing in delight as you feel anton's plump lips against yours. one of his hands comes to your face, lovingly caressing your cheek while he lightly pushes your head to be more inclined so he can deepen the kiss, needing to feel more of your tongue against his. you press a few more wet pecks against anton's lips before pulling back, giggling when he whines and follows your head, trying to get you to kiss him again.

"shouldn't you check on what you're cooking?" you arch an eyebrow.

your boyfriend is lovely. he really is. but if you had to cite a flaw of his, it would be how awful he is in the kitchen. anton tries so hard, but most of his attempts end up in failure. you try not to sound like you're afraid of whatever he whipped up this time, but anton sees right through your act, chuckling at how adorable you look while trying not to hurt his feelings.

"i put on a timer," he says, wiggling his eyebrows, adding "i followed the recipe to a t this time, baby. i think this is the one!" you laugh as he shakes you on his lap, tightening the hold on his neck so you don't fall on poor snowball who's resting dangerously near anton's left foot.

just as you're about to respond, you hear the time go off on anton's phone, completely forgotten on top of the coffee table behind you. anton gives you one last kiss before giving your butt two little taps, signaling for you to get up. "go take a shower while i plate our food, okay?" he says, reaching for his phone to turn off the timer. "i thought of running you a bath, but i didn't wanna risk ruining the food because i was trying to multitask– oh and i can't wait for you to try it! i also looked up some plating techniques on tiktok. you're in for a ride, baby," anton smiles, lightly pinching your cheek and then walking towards the kitchen.

you're left stunned in the living room for a bit. how the hell did you get so lucky? you thought you'd come home and just wait for anton to arrive before ordering some take out, but not only said pretty boy was already at your house waiting for you, but he went through the hassle of cooking dinner from scratch and even tried to learn how to plate it in a fancy way?

oh, he's so getting the best head of his life later.

quickly grabbing your bag from where you left it by the door, you go to your room to pick up some clothes before getting to the bathroom to freshen up. you giggle mischievously by yourself while you shower, making sure to clean every crevice of your body very thoroughly, already eager to pounce on your boyfriend the moment you're back to the living room. the smell of anton's cooking spreads even further across the house, reaching you in the bathroom, and, to his credit, it does smell good this time around—so much that you almost feel bad that you're probably going to have to reheat later. almost.

after putting away your work clothes, you tiptoe towards the living room, peeking through the doorway to check the surroundings before going in. anton is on his phone and sprawled on the couch while snowball is nowhere to be seen. perfect.

when you start to make your way towards the couch, anton smiles at the sight of you. he drops his phone carelessly on top of the coffee table again before pushing his thick-framed glasses up his nose and putting his palms flat on the cushion as if preparing to sit up. you're faster than him, though, swiftly straddling his lap and leaning down to kiss him before anton could say anything. he lets out a surprised yelp against your lips, but it doesn't take long for his hands to travel all the way to your ass and squeeze it as he deepens the kiss. you feel yourself clenching around nothing when anton uses both his hands to spread your ass cheeks, gripping it tightly as a way to let of some steam, and you have to stop kissing him to let out a gasp against his mouth. your lips trail kisses down his jaw to his neck, making him groan next to your ear.

anton murmurs between gasps, "the food..."

your kisses to anton's neck come to a halt as you support your hands on his shoulder to straighten your back, looking down at him as you say "we can eat it later," already pulling anton by his hands to a sitting position. sliding down from his lap towards the floor, you smile as anton turns to sit facing you, allowing you to position yourself between his legs. both your hands move to his thighs, the left one caressing makeshift circles on his skin while the right one pushes the hem of his shorts further up, exposing more of him to you.

you lay your head on anton's exposed thigh, slowly kissing the soft skin while blinking up slowly at your boyfriend. anton feels his breathing get ragged, a breathy chuckle leaving his plump lips as he brings his right hand down to caress your hair and face. "it's one of those days, huh?" he says lowly, feeling you nod your head against his palm.

anton leans down to take your lips in his again, craddling your face in his hands as he steals the air out of you. when he pulls back, you feel a new wave of heat spreading through your body as his lustful gaze fixes you in place, challenging you to keep your eyes on his as he says, "can't even do something nice for my baby without making her wet... you're so needy for me, right, love?"

you have to bite your lip to suppress a moan just from the effect anton's words have on you. when he keeps looking at you, waiting for your reply, you whisper "i'm always needy for you, toni." this brings a smile to your boyfriend's face, and you feel his frames pressing against your face when anton gives you one last peck before leaning back on the couch.

anton doesn't take his eyes off of you nor the small smirk on his face when he says, "c'mon, pull my cock out. i know you're eager to get your mouth on it."

you don't have to be told twice, your hands rapidly moving up anton's body to reach his waistband. he gives you the grace of lifting his hips to help you pull his boxers and shorts down simultaneously, wasting no time to throw them somewhere around the living room the moment they slide off his feet. before you could finally put your hands on his shaft to guide it into your mouth, anton slides further down the couch and spreads his legs wider as he takes his dick in his hand, starting to slowly pump it in front of your face. as soon as you opened your mouth to complain, anton just said a gentle, but firm, "go on."

you look up at him for a few seconds before dropping your gaze back to his thick cock. leaning down, your hands slide up anton's thighs until they reach his hips, steadying yourself as you let your tongue out to give a broad lick to the middle of anton's testicles.

"good girl," he breathed out, moving his right hand a tad faster on his length while his free hand traveled to meet your nape, tugging lightly on your hair to ground himself.

you whine as you use one of your hands to cup anton's balls, sucking one to your mouth, your eyes closed while you let the taste of his skin sit on your tongue. anton lets out a pained "fuck," as he takes in the scene in front of his eyes, his pretty, sweet girlfriend moaning with against him as she moves to start licking and sucking his other ball. he can feel his eyes involuntarily rolling to the back of his head as his entire body shakes when anton uses his thumb to spread his precum on his tip.

when anton looks down at you again, you're still nursing on his balls, eyebrows furrowed and drool running down your chin. he tightens his grip on your hair to pull you away from his testicles, sliding the hand on his dick to his base to point it towards your mouth before commanding a quiet "spit." you do as you're told, puckering your lips as you gather saliva in your mouth before you lean down to let it all out on his cock.

anton breathes deeply, feeling a moan reverberate in his chest as he begins pumping his shaft slowly again to spread your spit all over it. before it could dry on him, he guides your head even closer to his dick, and just as you open your mouth and put your tongue out, thinking it was finally, finally time for you to get your treat, anton just angles your head upwards so his cock slides from your tongue straight to your cheek. you let out a whine, feeling your eyes start to water from the frustration and the air hit your sopping wet pussy uncomfortably. your boyfriend coos at you, leaning to give your forehead a chaste kiss before saying "it's okay, baby. you're okay."

anton just kept rubbing your face against his shaft, getting it sticky with his precum, which drooled nonstop from his tip. he looks you in the eyes, lightly slapping his cock against your cheek as he moans, "say 'please, i want your cock', baby."

"please, toni, i want your cock so bad!" you cry, eyes watering again.

anton laughs, his eyes turning to small crescents, such a cute expression clashing with the tension in the room. he traces your mouth with his tip, and it takes everything in you not to stick your tongue out and lick the precum you feel being smeared on your lips. anton's eyes kept following the repetitive motions he was making as he rubbed the head of his dick against your skin, letting out a shaky exhale when he felt himself get harder from looking at your eyes, shiny with unshedded tears, all because you're so in love with his cock. "say it again," he whispers.

"i need your cock in my mouth, please, toni, please. i need it," you say as your tears finally start falling, the feeling of your lips brushing anton's tip with every word you speak sending your body into overdrive. you needed him so bad, and you needed it now—you can't take it anymore.

anton smiles again when he says "you're such a good girl for me, pretty," both his hands letting go of your hair and his shaft to wipe away your tears. your eyes roll back and you whine quietly, both from the praise and the distinctive smell of his dick reaching your nose even more strongly, as well as the stickiness from the precum coating his hand getting your face wet. when you open your eyes again, anton's hands caress your cheeks one last time before he leans back on the couch, saying the three magic words you've been waiting to hear all night:

"suck my dick."

your hands have already taken a hold of his base before anton even got the last word out. you think you hear the sound of anton chuckling, but you're too focused on the dick in front of you to care, so you just wrap your lips around its head, suckling on it eagerly and sighing contentedly as you're finally able to taste his precum, meanwhile, both your hands make circular open and down motions on his length.

a loud moan forces its way out of anton's throat, his head falling aggressively falling back on the couch as he says a raspy "fuck, you're making me feel so good, baby... love– fuck, i love how cock hungry you are for me," pushing his glasses, which had slid almost all the way down his nose, back up to see you better.

anton's words only serve to fuel you further, making you switch your movements so you're bobbing your head on his length, taking as much as you can without gagging, moaning each time you feel his dick brush the roof of your mouth and his veins graze your tongue. when your jaw starts hurting, you hold anton's cock just under his tip as you slide your lips along his shaft, giving your boyfriend's pretty dick some much deserved kisses along the way. you murmur between kisses, "love your dick so much, toni. tastes so good in my mouth," smiling up at him as you give his tip a soft kiss.

anton's breathing gets even more ragged with your teasing act, eyes dark with lust as his right hand wraps around yours and slide it down to his base while his left one travels to tug lightly on the hair at the back of your head again, moving it up and down his entire length, making his cock, now coated in your saliva, shine under the dim lights of your living room. "fuck, baby, lick this dick. it's yours," he groans, a loud whine leaving your open mouth at his words. you swirl your tongue around his girth, steadied by his hand, while he keeps moving your head as he pleases.

you feel your boyfriend's toes start curling where his feet brush your knees, which were starting to hurt from being in this position for too long. the thought is pushed to the back of your head, though, as you take anton's hand off your hair, interlocking your fingers with his while you go back to taking his cock as far as you could in your mouth, your pussy feeling wetter than ever as you thought of drinking all of anton's cum.

"fuck, yes! this pretty mouth is feels so good... drink it all up, okay? but don't swallow yet," anton says, tightening his hold on your hand. you just hum around him in agreement, hearing him groan as the vibration goes straight to his dick. saliva keeps dripping from your mouth to yours and anton's joined hands at his base with how sloppily you're taking him into your mouth, going as fast as you can—and being spurred on by anton's loud moans—trying to milk him for all he's worth.

you feel anton's body go rigid, and you barely have time to brace yourself before you feel hot spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat, needing to cough a little to gather yourself and not swallow, like anton asked you. your boyfriend is heaving when you look up at him, skin incredibly flushed while he tries to come back to earth. when he gestures for you to get on the couch, you eagerly do so, since you're curious to know what he's planning, and it's getting harder and harder not to want to swallow it all as the taste of his cum sits strongly on your tongue.

anton is quick to pull your shorts down, discarding it onto the floor before taking your lips in his, groaning as his load starts dripping onto both your shirts, but he keeps kissing you until he feels some cum get inside his own mouth. you watch anton as he leans back, lightly pushing one of your shoulders in a quiet command for you to lie down. he scoots back on the couch until he has space to lie between your legs, and you can't believe your eyes when anton slowly spits his cum on top of your needy cunt, using it as lubrication to rub quick circles to your clit with his thumb.

"anton, fuck!" you scream, your thighs trying to close themselves from the stimulation to your bundle of nerves, but anton uses his free hand to hold onto one of your legs to stop you from stopping him.

"wanna make your pretty pussy feel good now, baby. i kept you two waiting for so long, right?" anton asks in mock sympathy, chuckling when you only manage to nod, no words being able to fight their way through your high pitched moans. "you're so wet for me," anton laughs more openly, then leaning further down to taste you, licking a stripe up your entrance until he reached your most sensitive part, your hands quickly finding their way to to his hair as you feel him start sucking on clit.

anton hums against your clit as he rubs your entrance with his thumb now, feeling your poor cunt clench around nothing. "fuck me, toni, please," you manage to beg between your cries from how good anton is eating you out, licking broad stripes and kissing along your pussy before going back to nursing on your clit.

your boyfriend doesn't waste time sliding two fingers into your cunt, letting out a groan when he feels how quickly they sink into you from how insanely wet you were. "is this good, baby?" he asks with a smirk before going back to licking your clit again just as he starts quickly thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

anton watches with glee as you shake your head, thigh still trembling in his hold as you pathetically whimper, "i need your dick," tears threatening to fall down your cheeks again.

having had enough of teasing you, anton smiles sweetly at you when you whine at the loss of his fingers. he sits back down on the couch and pulls you to his lap, one hand to your waist and the other already lining up his dick to your pussy, whispering in your ear "use my cock to make yourself cum, baby. it's yours." you shudder at his words and the way anton's breath brushes your ear, letting yourself melt even further onto him when he presses a wet kiss to your neck.

your hands find their way to anton's shoulders, supporting yourself before sinking down on his cock in one swift movement, much to anton's delight. it's like you're not even in control of your body anymore, your head completely devoid of thoughts, leaving you a whiny mess as you focus only on how your boyfriend's dick stretches you out. one of anton's hands has to reach to fix his glasses again as they have slid down his nose with how fast you were riding him. he couldn't bring himself to care that he had to fix his glasses every thirty seconds, not when he had the most beautiful woman in the world rolling her eyes in pleasure while bouncing on his cock as if it's the best feeling in world.

"god, baby, you're so fucking hot," anton says through gritted teeth, moving his fingers to your clit to help you cum faster. you cried in pleasure, sinking your nails in anton's skin as you spread your legs and put both your feet horizontally on the couch, pulling anton closer to you for support. anton felt his cock twitch at the sight of your wet pussy all spread out for him, swallowing his dick so deliciously. "you look so pretty using my cock," he groans, going back to stimulating your clit again even if his arm barely had space to move.

you really can't think anymore, the almost painful feeling of your incoming orgasm, and the combined sensation of your pussy clenching tightly around your boyfriend's thick length and his skilled fingers on your clit have you almost scared of passing out from the pleasure. you whine loudly when you feel it, your body shaking as you try to keep bouncing on anton's dick, but the force of your orgasm makes you fall forward, still crying from how good everything felt as anton kept rubbing tight circles on your clit. "stop, stop! please, it feels too good! it's too much, toni," you beg against anton's shoulder, but he doesn't let up, using his other hand to grab your hip to prevent you from getting off his cock.

"give me just one more, pretty. i know you can," he whispers so gently you feel your mind breaking even further, just taking what he gives you until you feel yourself squirting all over anton's shirt, biting his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming in pleasure. "yes, yes! good girl, my love," he says, smiling like a maniac as his fingers slow on you until he completely moves them away from your clit.

you're completely putty in anton's hand as he carefully moves you to lie down on the couch again, your body feeling like jelly. anton fits himself on his knees between your legs again, and even if you feel like you could faint at any moment, you feel your used, now empty cunt clench when you see anton slowly stroke himself as he watches you, cock still completely hard.

his hair is sticking to his forehead, his shirt, which was probably already damp from sweat was now completely drenched in you, glued to his skin and allowing you to see the rise and fall of his defined abs. he was also much redder than you have ever seen before. still, he watched you watch him beat his cock as if he could eat you alive—which he most likely was about to do.

"you're still clenching, baby? this pretty little pussy is so greedy, mhm? your mouth already had its fair share of milk for today, now i have to cum inside this pretty cunt too," he said filthly before filling you up with his fat dick again, a whine tearing its way out of your mind as he started fucking you in a merciless pace, your tired cunt clenching even more around him due to the overstimulation. "you're gonna be all swollen with my kids after i'm done with you... wanna make my pretty girl a mommy– fuck, i love your pussy," anton said, nearly whining as he let his forehead fall forward to touch yours, his hands on your hips pulling you towards him in tandem with his own movements.

"yes! yes, please, make me a mommy, toni," you whimper, biting your lip from how good you're feeling again.

anton kisses your forehead, the gesture gentle unlike the way he's plowing your pussy, and you feel his lips moving against your skin when he says "you're so good to me, fuck— i'm gonna cum! i'm cumming, baby, i'm cumming," he groans, rubbing your clit again while he pushes his cock as far as it can go inside your pussy, shooting his load inside you while you squirt on his shirt again, albeit less than before. you feel the weight of anton’s body on yours, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, seeking his warmth even if you’re both sweaty.

you both stay like this, wrapped in each other’s embrace, until anton goes completely soft inside you, and he leans back to take his shirt off to clean you up after he pulls out. you mumble, “can’t believe you ruined my couch…”

anton chuckles, throwing his shirt to the floor as he says, “last time i checked, i didn’t do any of this alone! but don’t worry, i’ll pay to get it dry cleaned, your majesty.”

you sit up and pull anton in for a soft kiss, smiling into it before telling your boyfriend a quiet “thank you.” you can’t resist teasing him a little bit further, though, so you say “but you know… all i wanted was to suck your dick; you’re the one who just had to fuck me. that makes you the one and only culprit.” anton just smiles and rolls his eyes, not bothering to argue with you, pulling you in for another kiss and sighing into it as he can still taste himself in your mouth. when he pulls back, you remember a certain cat who you haven’t seen in a while. you ask “where’s snowball?”

anton smiles mischievously, getting up to start gathering your scattered clothes from the floor, giving you a noncommittal shrug as he says, “in the guest room. already fed and probably sleeping.” your jaw drops, seeing through your boyfriend’s act just as he bursts out laughing, “oh, no! i’ve been caught!”

“i can’t believe you planned this! oh my god,” you laugh, picking up one of the pillows that had fallen to the floor to throw at anton, who doesn’t even try to defend himself, as he’s too busy laughing at you.

“babe, i’m not gonna apologize for knowing what my girlfriend likes. i mean, you get wet when i cook you dinner, i get hard because you love my dick… to each their own, you know?” anton barely even finishes his sentence and you’re already running after him, both your giggles echoing the throughout your apartment as you follow him to the bathroom, where you know anton will run you a bath and… god.

you can’t seem to stop pleasing him.

you knew something was wrong when you heard the front door of your apartment slam shut with more force than usual.

you sat up from where you were laying on your bed, listening to the sounds of bags hitting the ground.

"theo?" your voice called out gently. the sound of footsteps hit your ears before he appeared at your doorway.

his side pressed against the bedroom door frame. his eyes refused to meet your for a short moment, his hand running through his already disheveled hair before his gaze finally met yours. a puff of air escaped his lips—a slightly pouty and frustrated expression plastered on his face.

your facial expression softened as you saw him. something was clearly bothering him.

"whats wrong?"

theo scoffed and rolled his eyes after the words left your mouth.

"dont even get me started.." he muttered as he migrated towards you, plopping down to sit on the edge of your bed.

"the company managers are such assholes. i have no free time. i am always working. how am i supposed to do shit if i dont have any time?" he growled.

you moved your body to sit beside him and reached over, gently interlocking your fingers with his.

"im sorry, baby.." you said in a quiet voice, your eyes softly locking on to him with sympathy in your gaze. "is there anything i can do to make you feel better?"

theo's eyes flicked from your lips to your chest before meeting your eyes. he nodded, a wide grin developing on his face.

you could already tell what he wanted.

soft, muffled mewls escaped your mouth. you were laid out on your bed—legs spread open by your partner's strong grip. your arm was tossed over the lower half of your face, your teeth digging in to your skin as an attempt to deal with the overstimulation theo was providing you. he had been licking and sucking at your wet folds for what felt like hours. you werent sure if your poor pussy could take any more!

your body jolted as he nipped at your swollen clit, a gasp releasing from your lips. he flattened his tongue against your pussy before lapping your juices as a quick pace—making you tighten your thighs around his head.

"taeyangie.." you whimpered, your eyes slowly shutting and your mouth open as sounds continued to escape.

"hm?" he hummed languidly against your private. the vibration sent shivers down your spine. he lifted his head from its place between your legs and rested his cheek on your lower stomach. his dark eyes peered up at you with an intensity that made your words catch in your throat.

"do.. do you feel better?" you stuttered. your voice came out in a shaky whisper—the way he was staring in to you making you feel incredibly shy all of a sudden.

"getting better.." he murmured as he sat up on his knees. his thumb hooked in to the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear before he quickly pulled them down—his cock springing out.

you didn't pay any mind, feeling incredibly dazed and relaxed from the countless orgasms theo's mouth had given you.

you were pulled out of your calm when theo gripped your hips and with minimal effort yanked your body towards him. he moved himself away from your body for a few moments to grab a condom from the bedside table before returning to his spot between your legs.

your body tensed in anticipation, craving how he felt inside of you. it always felt ten times better when he was frustrated. just thinking about the way he would grunt and rock in to you with a sinful force made your toes curl.

it didnt take long for you to feel theo's member prodding at your entrance. he finally slid himself inside of you, your natural slick providing easy access.

you focused on theo as his eyes lingered on your connected genitals. he wet his lips, his fingers pressing deeper in to your curves. he pulled his hips back before snapping inside of you. you let out a choked sound, already clenching around him.

theo leaned foward to place his body on top of yours as he began pounding his hips inside of you. the way his tip nuzzled against every sensitive nerve of your walls made your nails dig in to the skin of his back as you moaned praises in to his ear.

"you feel so fucking good.." theo husked as he began biting at your collarbone. your hands moved down his skin, your nails leaving marks. the sting from his teeth provided pain mixed with pleasure, a feeling that made you wetter than anything.

"oh fuck.. oh im gonna cum.. please, please, please.." you pleaded with untameable desire.

"already?" he rasped out, his hips moving even faster in a mean pace.

your body tensed at his change in pace. an orgasm crashed over you, your legs shaking as a noisy cry escaped.

his brutal pace did not pause, however. he continued to pound in to you, his hips slamming against yours. his hand snaked behind your head as he grabbed a waft of your hair, tugging your head back. this action left your soft neck exposed to him. he instantly leaned in, leaving dark hickeys all along your skin.

"theo.." you breathed out, your face contorted in pleasure. he let out rough grunts—whimpers escaping ever so often.

"you can take it.." he purred "just a little more.."

he quickened his pace as he said that, rolling his hips against yours. his tip hit that special spot inside of you with every movement—causing your knees to buckle.

his hand released your hair, causing your head to fall back against the mattress. he soon moved to grab your chin, his plush lips smashing against yours. he rutted inside of you as he explored your mouth with his tongue. his teeth grazed your lips as he pulled back, his mouth moving to place pecks along your jaw.

he began losing the rythm he had been tentatively fucking you with, his breath hitching with the way you had been squeezing him. a strangled noise escaped his throat as he pounded in to you a few more times before finally falling in to release.

you stared up at him with a soft gaze as he stilled, groaning as his load shot in to the condom. the room was still for a moment, the both of you basking in the after glow of your sex.

still burried inside of you, theo leaned foward. he carefully wrapped his arms around you, treating you as if you were as fragile as glass. you pressed a kiss to his temple, falling in to his hug.

"thank you.. you always know how to make me feel better." theo whispered in to your ear, his thumb stroking your skin.

"happy to help.."

"we're going now! are you sure you don't want to come?" keeho yells back to theo from the front door, followed by the jostle of keys and soul making strange noises.

"i already told you no, i'm busy!" theo screams back, minimising his browser tab with a couple clicks of his mouse in case his friend came bursting into his room and dragged him outside anyway. he hears keeho sarcastically drawl "your loss" before ushering soul out of the apartment, intak and jiung hooting and hollering down the hall.

theo pushes the chair over to the window overlooking where intak parked his car, jongseob sitting in the back seat with his knees to his chest as he plays a game on his phone. the four boys spill out onto the street, jiung sprinting to the passenger door calling shotgun before everyone else piled in. the apartment settles into silence, a rare occurrence while inhabited with three young men and frequently visited by three more. theo sighs in relief, spinning side to side in his chair as he savours the solitude before rolling back over to his desk.

halloween night was a tradition theo and his friends kept alive for the sake of having an excuse to fool around. dress up in shitty costumes, choose somone's place to crash at and watch scary movies until they couldn't take each others' screaming anymore. then they'd play board games and cards until they eventually passed out one by one on the living room floor.

but this year theo refused. he complained he was too tired, wanting a quiet early night in where the others weren't scared shitless over jump scares and gore (even though he was usually one of the loudest ones screaming). after the semester he's had and the nightmare that was his opening shift this morning, he just wanted a night to himself.

a pop up appeared above the icon of the minimised tab, flashing dimly to get theo's attention.

~ 🔴 livestream beginning in five mins ♡ ~

what he didn't include was that today was a thursday, and you always stream late on thursdays. 

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his friends didn't need to know that theo had stumbled across something, or rather someone, in a hidden tucked away corner of the internet. a few months ago now, while on his phone looking for screenshots of manga translations on twitter, his feed quickly dissolved down a slippery slope of big titty anime high school girls, to femboys in tiny frilly skirts playing with their holes, to pretty pink pussies squirting around thick veiny cocks.

and what catches someone's attention more than an attractive body indulging in the viewer's favourite kinks?

thighs spread wide as a shaking hand guides a silicone dildo inside their hole, back and forth and back and forth, coated in sugary sweet arousal and dripping onto the plush sheets beneath them. a debauched sight and even dirtier sounds that at first had theo scrambling to turn his volume down despite being in the privacy of his room. he should've kept scrolling, fuck he should've closed twitter altogether when he felt his cock twitch because sometimes it really is that damn phone.

but the video continues to play, audio low but not entirely muted, and theo listens to the star closer than he'd like to admit. the gasps of pleasure sound less exaggerated than the other porn accounts he saw, more raw, more genuine as the hand is unrelenting in its movements. each time their thighs threaten to close and their hips buck up into the toy, theo decides he'll watch until the star cums and then he'll continue his half hard venture down twitter's porn rabbithole.

as the moans fell apart into desperate whines as they neared orgasm, theo found himself becoming invested, his left hand inching down to rest his palm over his hard on, waiting in anticipation for the star on his screen to finish all over the plastic.

"fuck fuck please~ i need to, gonna- fuck!"

biting his lip as he breathes in hard through his nose, theo subtly lifts his hips to rub against his hand, doing little to ease the growing ache in his pants. they were so desperate for release, begging for it despite being in control of their own pleasure, so why shouldn't they? why wouldn't they?

the pleas turned into disappointment as the hand pulls the dildo all the way out, panting hard as the teetering orgasm begins to fade. his own entertainment equally ruined, theo stills his hips, realising he had been moving in tandem with the video. he huffs, awkwardly sitting up as he pretends he wasn't just touching himself through his jeans two seconds ago. assuming the video is about to end, his thumb is poised to scroll, except the star moves and theo is assuring himself 'a few more seconds can't hurt'.

the free hand on screen begins to slide between their legs, their middle and ring finger gently pushing between the folds. the star whimpers as their fingers probe their sensitive clit, rubbing small circles around the nub.

"please... i'll be good this time. try again"

theo can’t see the star's face from this angle, he hasn't been able to see it this entire time, but he can picture their fucked out expression, pretty lips parted and their eyes fluttered closed as their high floats further away from them. two fingers continue to circle their clit, cream dribbling out of their used cunt while their hips twitch, trying to catch any form of extra stimulation despite their sensitivity.

surely by now the video has looped, theo thinks, because what else was there left for the star to do to themselves if they're going to deny their own orgasm? he checks the progress bar and fuck, there's still at least another 30 seconds left. the star's shaking hand holding the dildo moves, regaining theo's attention as the fingers on their clit descend and spread their folds open. puffy and pink, slick and sweat clinging to their skin, each dirty detail captured perfectly by the camera for theo's personal viewing pleasure.

theo watches enamoured as they line the soaked silicone cock up with their cunt, a shaky breath tumbling from their lips before forcing it back all the way in. theres a filthy squelch as the star eases the toy inside, cream dribbling from their hole while they're straining not to arch off the bed. their entire body trembles with the effort to stay still, to not fuck the toy and fan the reignited fire in their gut.

he can practically picture their expression, eyes squeezed shut tightly and their bottom lip caught beneath their teeth, cheeks a pretty shade bright red as waves of pleasure flood their nerves. what theo would give to be the one on top of them, to evoke that kind of reaction as he teased them with his cock instead of the stupid plastic. it would definitely feel better right? for the star of course, getting to fuck such a perfect pussy raw would be a dream.

his fingers are moving faster than his brain, clicking follow before he taps on the handle and reveals a fairly new account with no more than ten videos decorating their page. a link advertised in the bio promised much more than the video he had just watched, though what else was there to find after he just struck gold? he follows the link, and it redirects theo out of twitter to his browser.

he’s met with a diy black and pastel pink themed website with a cute 2010s vibe, the header lined with lace bows and kitty pawprint pngs, with four buttons.

● live ● | ✉ stream archive ✉ | ☆ subscribe ☆ | ♡ donate ♡

the livestream tab was currently offline so theo opts for the stream archive, clicking on the header. the site loads a new page, a series of small videos in rows of four are displayed, each thumbnail including the same bare body he just saw. theo's heart stops, each thumbnail enticing him to click on any of the videos literally at his fingertips, he just has access to seeing you get off whenever he wants. overwhelmed with the amount of content at his disposal, plus the renewed ache in his pants, theo decides fuck it, he’s got earphones, a left hand, and plenty of time to satiate his curiosity.

two orgasms and a fresh pair of boxers later, theo was entering his burner email into the online subscription form, cursing his fingers with each mistake. as much as he didn't want to admit it, your damn videos were just so... enticing, like they were made for him, and he isn’t one to deny himself of his pleasures. 

he gathered you must live in a similar time zone to him too, at least, according to your weekly stream schedule. 

The page redirects him after he hits confirm on his email address-

~ tell me your desire ♡ ~

‘tell me’? were you asking about his fantasies? did you really want to know? thousands of images flash through his mind in an instant.

how your hands cup your tits, thumbs flicking over your hard nipples while you squeeze and mold the flesh in your palms. your skin flushes a pretty pink and you’ll eventually want more, starting to pinch and roll your nipples with quiet whimpers

how he would hold your tits, massaging them softly and pressing his palms down firmly over your peaks, how you would squirm below him as you told him to touch you properly. what kind of noises you would make when he replaced his hands with his mouth, his tongue laving over the skin, only stopping to sink his teeth in and suck until he left a bruise

how you would look up at him as he straddled your torso, pressing your lube and spit soaked tits together as he slid his cock in between, how his tip would smear pre over your collarbones with each thrust. would you help jerk him off when he’s close, or would you put your hands over his on your tits and force them even closer together to keep his cock there? what would you look like with his cum painting your chest? 

a whole new realm of possibilities awakened in his head, along with the phantom echo of your voice moaning his name. 

now, a cursor blinks back at theo in an empty textbox. 

tyxng_07: 

what should he ask for? would you know it was him? would you really do it or would his message go ignored? he had no doubt that you have at least hundreds of these messages rotting away in your email, but there couldn’t be harm in trying. 

--

theo clicks on the blinking popup, reopening the tab he had minimised earlier, the familiar view of your website on his monitor with the enlarged webcam feed casting your usual idle title card.  a timer in bubbly white font counts down the seconds until he can see you again in real time, taunting him and his boner. its too bad he’s not paying for the premium membership tier - he could have access to your pre-stream and be watching you stretch yourself out right now so you can easily fit your fingers, or your toys, inside and get yourself nice and wet.

god, he hoped you were making a mess, had the camera a little higher than the mattress and pointed right at your core so he could see your cream slide down your thighs and stain the sheets. it’s even better when you use that wand you take out every once in a while, the toy left inside you while you force yourself to take it. he loves to try and match your speed with his own hand on his cock, his grip harshly mimicking every squeeze of your walls around the vibe, your swollen pussy lips all red and glistening in your slick. still, you would let it take orgasm after orgasm while you cried from the conflicting pain over pleasure, back arched as your moans caught your mic without much effort. 

16:34… 16:33…

for fuck’s sake, he may as well be giving himself blue balls if thought about it any longer without the accompanying audiovisual. he opens another window on his browser side by side with the livestream, quickly logging into his account on your site and pulling up the subscription tab. the jump from the basic paid tier to the premium didn’t seem that bad, not when the reward was so high. grabbing his phone off the desk, he checks his account balance, chewing on his bottom lip.

maybe he should reconsider his subscription plan.

"He gave me fucking fifty-six percent..."

His nails dug into your jaw. The back of your thighs hit your dad's table as he made your neck strain, getting you to look up at his taller frame. You gulped, hands gripping the edge of the wooden desk as his grip tightened even more.

Riki's jaw ticked, eyes going over your face, the heavy glasses on your nose, the features that so obviously reminded him of the person he hated so much. From the depth of his soul.

Your tender hand shot up to his wrist, grabbing it and trying to pull it off of you. His slanted dark eyes bored through your soft ones. You shouldn't have came here, you should have just told your dad it doesn't matter. That you will get the charger that you forgot at the lecture tommorow when he is here in his office, let him bring it to you tommorow maybe. Join your parents on a family dinner right after your last lecture ended.

But here you were now; pushed into the table as the boy who came here to get the detailed report on his last exam about what he did so wrong that he almost failed. The low percentage jabbing at his chest between all the almost hundred percents of other courses in his student card.

He hated your dad's guts. Hated.

And now finding and having you here, alone, in your dad's faculty building office this nice afternoon as the setting sun came through the windows was definitely the best thing that happened in the last semester.

Since your shit-ass dad started teaching his and your department fused and his GPA started dropping.

Riki's eyes flicked down your body. Down your stupid tomboyish style so painfully similar to his own. The baggy jeans hugging your hips, a belt holding the heavy denim up. The tank top that hugged your waist, your chest as the too big hoodie stood dangling unzipped by your sides, exposing your front.

Your nails dug into his wrist, fingers tender but still firm with something painfully fearful. "Let me go..." You uttered out, eyes trying to avoid his heavy and angry gaze, but there was no use. Riki's jaw tightened again, his other hand coming up to your hair as his knee came between your thighs and pressed you harder against the desk that it sent it scraping against the linoleum floor.

You winced at his grip on your jaw and the tightness of his fingers in your hair. "You think you get to decide?" He tilted his head at your trembling state, his taller frame engulfing your smaller one, intimidatingly telling you he is in charge. And your words do not matter. Riki let his eyes move over to you lips, small trembls catching his attention.

"R-Riki—"

He cut you off by pressing his mouth against yours. It sent your body jolting from the aggressiveness of it as he gripped your hair harder. Riki's lips moved emotionlessly against your stiff ones but when his knee pressed harder higher against your core, you lips moved unsurely against his. Messy smacking sounds filled the empty big room, echoing in your head as a reminder of what is actually happening and you attempted to pull away. But he angled your head, pulling you harshly against his front as his tongue forcefully entered your warm cavity. He pulled back an inch. His grip tightened when you tried to pull away—not enough to lose control.

His grip didn't loosen when you struggled, simply just melted more into your jaw. If anything, it tightened—just enough to stop you. Your fingers pressed harder against his wrist, nails digging in, but he didn't react. Didn't flinch. His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and sharp, like he was waiting for you to realize something you hadn't yet.

"You're really fighting me?" He muttered, almost under his breath. There was no humor in it but something colder. Not louder—worse. Your fingers pressed harder against his wrist. "I-I didn't do anything to you—"

"Yeah." He interrupted again tongue darting over his bottom lip, this time with a quiet, humorless laugh. "That's kind of the problem, isn't it" He just watched you struggle for a second longer than necessary then leaned in slightly, his breath brushing your slick lips.

"You don't get to tell me what to do."

And he smashed your lips together again, forcing his own hard over yours, like trying to bruise, to make you quiver.

You stood there stiff, muscles locked in on their own. His warm tongue forces itself again through your lips meeting your pliant one as you tried to fight his dominance away. Away from you. A breathless whine was released against his mouth, half protest and half something you tried to push back. His palm dropped from your jaw to your throat as he pulled back just slightly. "Your dad is a fucking shit professor..." He squeezed your throat, a warning. Riki's eyes flicked over your glasses, the way they were slightly askew from the way he kissed you just a second ago, cheeks hot and flushed.

His knee pushed up against your core, pressing right onto the most sensitive part, as if knowing exactly where. You inhaled deeply, eyes closing as he started rhythmically thrusting his knee against your pussy.

And you hated that he was slowly but surely luring the wanted arousal from you.

Your thighs quivered, eyes closed as your head dropped forward with low pants leaving your lips. Hips moved in a search of better friction. You couldnt raise your head to look at him. To spare him a glance when you were the one that was now humping his leg desperately, borderline humiliating moving after the protests.

Your palms moved down, clutched the edge of cold work desk, eyes going tight shut as you tried to supress the sounds that tried to crawl their way out of your throat. Riki's thumb dug harder into your pulse point, urging you to look at him. And you did. Over the rim of your glasses.

Riki chuckled darkly, the deep sound echoing the empty and quiet office. "You love this shit?" He asked amused, knee pressing hard against you, making you yelp in the discomfort that followed instead of the teasing drag. You didn't answer, just stared back at him, pupils blown eyes peering through your lashes and dripping with shame.

He finally released your neck, both of his hands shooting down to your belt. "Too fucking bad..." He aggressively started undoing it, jaw tight as he kept your still figure right there. "... Since you won't like it for long." You just stood there unable to process what was happening. When your jeans hit the ground, leaving you only in your underwear, your eyes shot up to his face. Riki observed your naked bottom, the bunched up baggy denim on your feet.

His knee pressed against you, hard. A gasp of sudden pain escaped you, eyes pressing closed as you gripped the edge of the cold office table. Your gasp hadn't even fully left your lips before he stopped.

Not completely—his knee still pressed against you, firm, unrelenting—but everything else about him stilled. Riki's eyes lifted from where your jeans had fallen, dragging back up your body slowly. Taking his time. Like he was memorizing every reaction you couldn't hide. Your grip tightened on the desk.

The silence stretched.

Too long.

Your chest heavied, the burn between your legs grew. Riki's hand tugged at your hair, angling your head right up to his face. His other hand came up to adjust your glasses back in place. He huffed out a breath, a smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes didn't leave yours. "Must be nice." He muttered. A quiet scoff followed, breath brushing your face.

"Never having to prove anything."

Your brows pulled together despite everything, fingers tightening against the edge of the desk as you tried to steady your voice. "You don't know anything about me." The words came out almost a whisper, unsure. His grip in your hair tightened instantly at that making you hiss out in pain.

His fingers flexed, not enough to snap—just enough to remind you. Riki tilted his head slightly, studying you like you just said something mildly interesting. "No?" He said quietly, his free hand moving gently around the string of your underwear at your hip — a contrast to the way he was holding your hair. His long slender finger hooked onto the thong string, pulling and letting it snap against your hip. His eyes flicked down again.

"A thong?" He asked, sneering under his breath as he let his cold ringed fingers graze you exactly where your thigh met your mound. Your muscles tensed, a sharp inhale followed. "Didn't expect you to be that kind of girl..." He taunted, fingers now moving right between your tense thighs, slipping harshly over your mound and right on the embarrassing wet patch that started forming. You reflexively tried to close your thighs together, when his fingers ran over your most intimate part, fingertips digging into the fabric. But he was quick to fully slip in between your legs, knees pushing your weak ones apart. He chuckled, but there was a harsh bitterness behind it — the anger that was fueling him.

You gripped the table, your arms trying to push you away from him, so you ended up sitting on the edge of the table — balancing so you wouldn't fully feel his overwhelming touch. You whimpered at his tug in your hair, the feel of his fingers pressing harshly against your pulsing heat. "Don't fucking run from me." He spat out through gritted teeth, getting in your face. Before you could react, before you could even pull another breath in—his grip shifted. Rough.

His hand yanked at your hair, not just holding you in place this time but moving you, dragging you forward just enough to throw you off balance. Your hands slipped against the desk, a startled sound leaving your throat as your body pitched. "Think you get to pick how this goes?" He muttered, voice low, strained with something harsher now— less controlled, more cutting.

You tried to push back, palms pressing against the desk, but he didn't give you the chance to recover. His hand left your hair only for a second, just long enough to grab you properly. Firm and unyielding. And then he turned you.

Fast.

The world spun in a blur of wood and light as your front hit the desk, a sharp gasp ripping from your chest at the impact. The surface was cold against your skin, grounding and overwhelming all at once. Your fingers scrambled for purchase, nails dragging against the wood as you tried to push yourself up but his hand was already there. Between your shoulder blades, forcing you down.

He chuckled at your attempt to raise yourself, squirming against the cold surface. The set of pencils tumbled down to the ground a moment ago, a empty mug rolled against the linoleum floor somewhere far in the room. Your breath stuttered, chest pressed against the desk as you twisted your head slightly, trying to look back at him—but his grip tightened instantly, pushing you flat again with a flexing forearm that was furiously pressing his palm into your back.

"Don't." He snapped, the warning clear. The room felt too big. Too empty. Riki's eyes scanned the desk, a set of papers and books by your side catching his attention. And he harshly pushed it off, letting the books tumble and papers scatter all over the floor. You gasped at the sound of papers flying and harsh hardcovers hitting the ground, head snapping toward the echo of it. Your lips trembled, a lump forming in your throat at the sudden realisation of the situation. You. Bent over your father's work desk. In your underwear. And a boy you barely ever spoke to right behind you. Your voice resonated the tight space, chest heaving against the flat wooden surface as you spoke quietly. "Someone's going to walk i—"

"I don't give a shit!"

A hand found your hip, fingers digging in—not gentle, not careful, just enough to hold you exactly where he wanted you. His bulge rubbing all up on your ass as his hand gripped your flesh harshly.

Your body tensed under his touch, breath uneven, fingers curling tighter against the edge of the desk as you braced yourself. Heat burned through your face—anger, humiliation, something tangled deep in your chest—but your body betrayed you, still tense, still reacting, still there. The burn between your legs grew, aching desperately and humiliatingly.

His fingers grabbed your thong string, playing and toying with it against your skin as he hooked his fingers on it. "You're gonna stay right here..." He said, low and controlled. Not a question — a decision. "And let me fuck you however I fucking want." He harshly pulled the string that dipped right between your asscheeks, the underwear digging painfully into your puffy folds, swallowing the fabric and straining against your slit. You gasped in pain, squirming and trying to get on your tippy toes, to ease the uncomfortable feeling between your thighs. You whined, hips trying to get away, but the more you moved the more the desk scraped against the floor and the edge dug into your pelvis as Riki pressed his hard bulge against your ass, keeping you in place.

A yelp left you, legs kicking by his thighs as you trashed under him. "Stop..." You cried out, tears clinging to your lashes. He only pulled your thong harder, the thin material pressing at your clit, getting swallowed by your wetness as the heel of his palm dug harder into you back. "Make me." He spat out with disdain, a control he had in the moment making him smirk right after.

Riki's eyes dragged down your figure, from the back of your messy hair to the exposed shoulders and the straps of the tank top. The hoodie loosely clung to your upperarms, all messy and exposing your upper back as it rested on your waist. And finally, your ass all plump against his throbbing cock that hid under the baggy denim.

Riki's slender fingers played with the string, pulling and slightly releasing it before tightening it again. The stimulation hitting your puffy throbbing bud just right that you bucked your hip against the pull, chasing the friction. A broken sound left your throat, knuckles white from all the gripping of the sharp edges. Your toes curled inside of your sneakers, the pressure against your slit rubbing off so good, digging and pressing your folds.

A low moan caught in your throat, your body betraying you with every small movement, hips shifting despite yourself as the pressure built and built. A low, humorless chuckle left him, the sound rough, edged with something bitter as his hand pressed you down—keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

"Yeah…" He muttered under his breath. "That's what I thought."

Your fingers slipped slightly against the desk, breath uneven, glasses sliding further down your nose from the way your forehead pressed against the surface. You tried to push up—just a little—but his hand came down harder against your back, stopping you instantly.

"Stay down." He snapped. Your breath hitched, a quiet whimper escaping before you could stop it.

Behind you, he shifted—close enough that you could feel the heat of him through the layers, the presence alone enough to make your stomach twist. "Acting like you don't want it." He went on, voice low, dragging each word out like he was testing your reaction. "But you're not even trying to get away anymore."

"That's not—" Your voice broke, cutting off as your body tensed again, the words losing their weight before they could even form properly as he let your thong back in place. His hand slid from your back to your hip, fingers digging in, holding you still as his other hand traced back down slowly—deliberate now, not rushed.

That contrast made it worse.

Your breath stuttered, head turning slightly to the side, cheek pressed against the desk as your glasses tilted awkwardly. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the way he moved, the way he took his time.

"Can't even decide what you want." He murmured, quieter now, almost to himself as his fingers cupped your heat. "Fucking annoying." Your nails scraped against the wood again, a weak attempt to ground yourself as his hand paused, just for a second, like he was waiting.

Waiting for you to react. Waiting for you to realize. Then he moved again, firmer this time, more certain. His fingers moved your soaked thin underwear to the side, the air hitting your pulsing pussy. Riki moved his hips back slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of your slick folds. The way they were glistening under the dim lights. His fingers moved, grazing the burning and wet flesh, two digits dipping into your mess as they entered you harshly. His touch was no longer teasing, no longer testing, but deciding. A sharp inhale left you, your body jolting under him, back arching slightly before his hand pressed you down again.

"Don't fucking move." He said, voice low, controlled. He started pumping them, massaging your walls in fast motions as he felt you squeeze him. Your breath came out in uneven bursts, chest rising against the desk as your fingers curled tighter, the pressure building in a way you couldn't ignore anymore—no matter how much you wanted to.

Your slick covered his whole hand in seconds, the embarrassing amount of arousal oozed out of you with each plunge of his long ringed fingers inside of you. The way he split you with harsh and precise moves was overstimulating, on the thin line between pain and pleasure. Your tried to get away, raising your head and clawing at the poor desk that was the only witness to this sinful act, but Riki held you — painfully pressing your lower back down, the edge digging into your bladder and bones.

"Your dad stands there..." He went on, each word deliberate and his thrusts calculated. "Talking like he knows everything—like everyone else is just too fucking stupid to understand him."

A strangled sound left your throat, your glasses slipping further down your nose as your head dropped, lashes damp, vision blurring. He curled them inside of you, the sloppy sounds getting to your ears with each hit of his knuckles against your damp folds.

Your breath hitched, something tight and humiliating curling in your chest, but your body didn't stop—couldn't stop—every small movement pulling another reaction out of you. Low moans that you tried to conceal poorly, to let escape your dry throat without him noticing went awfully bad. He heard every breath you took, each one you let out against the desk.

"Walks around like he's so fucking perfect—" His tone twisted, mocking, fingers pistoning into you. "—like everyone else is just too slow to keep up with him."

Your fingers tightened painfully against the wood, eyes closing shut as the pressure inside of your pelvis grew.

"Stop—" It came out broken, barely there.

He didn't.

Instead, he leaned in slightly, his rock hard bulge grazing your ass as he continued abusing your velvety walls, fingertips dragging against them mercilessly. "All that shit he talks in lectures." He continued, disdain dripping from every word. "Can't explain a single thing properly—and somehow I'm the one who gets screwed over."

"And you just stand next to him." He continued, harsher now, fingers thrusting into you even harder. "Like that makes you something." Your head shook weakly, a small, broken sound leaving you, eyes tight shut. "I'm not—"

"You are."

The interruption was immediate. Cold.

His grip tightened, holding you down as your body reacted again, your breath catching, thighs tensing as everything inside you coiled tighter, dangerously close. You kicked your legs by his side, calves grazing the rough denim of his jeans. He pulled back again, eyes flicking down to the mess you created and he scoffed.

"Same attitude." He muttered, eyes gazing over your shaky shoulders and your messy hair. "Same fucking look."

Your chest pressed harder against the desk as your breathing lost all rhythm, your body betraying you completely now, every nerve pulled tight, every thought slipping. You stilled, offering yourself to him as you slightly arched your lower back, surrendering to the oncoming burst that avaited you. Just a little, just one more thrust—

A very needy moan escaped you, cheek pressing against the cold wood, glasses tilting awkwardly as your legs cramped by his side. The burning sensation was about to spill all over you. About to tip over.

Riki felt you offer your hole to his fingers, arching your lower back against his hand. Seeing you brace your hands against the edges, cheek pressing against the surface was enough of a sign. You are going to cum.

His fingers didn't let up, only pushed you closer and closer. Riki's eyes shoot down to his digits getting swallowed by your cunt. The way you sucked them in, the slimy wetness all clinging and sticking to his whole hand. He groaned at the sight, the filthy scene fueling him as he curled them inside of your clenching hole.

"Riki..."

You panted his name, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your pussy burned with each smack of his hand against your ruined slit, your thighs feeling the trickles of wetness drag down. His forearm was getting tired, veins popping and muscles flexing but he didn't dare stop, not yet.

Just as a tight coil in your abdomen sparked, ready to snap and overflow your senses, he pulled his fingers out. The flutter of your hole around nothing made you whine. Cold sweat covered your skin, glasses slightly fogged from your hard breathing against the table.

Your muscles started relaxing again, the tenseness evaporating as you tried to steady your breathing. You gulped at the arousal that only throbbed more, aching for the release he ripped from you. Riki watched a string of slimy arousal snap as he brought his fingers up, watching them glisten under the afternoon sun that illuminated the space.

Riki's gaze lingered on his hand for a moment longer, jaw tightening as something unreadable flickered across his face. Then, slowly, his attention shifted back to you—spread out, breathless, still trembling from what he'd just taken away.

A quiet exhale left him, sharp and controlled. His hands dropped to his belt. The metallic click echoed louder than it should have in the room, cutting through the haze in your head. Your fingers twitched against the surface beneath you, body still hypersensitive, still waiting and aching for something you weren't sure he'd give.

Your breath hitched at the sound, thighs pressing together instinctively, but it only made the ache worse—more obvious. Your puffy folds drooling and inviting his raging cock. He finally undid his belt, hand unzipping the jeans and letting them cling to his hips. His hand dipped down his abs and into his briefs, wrapping his hand around his throbbing shaft and pulling it out. He stroked himself, brows furrowing with a sharp inhale leaving his nose. He leaned over your limp body, his hips attaching to your ass as he poked your entrance. His big head teasing your gaping hole, making you twitch under him. You jolted at the feel of him suddenly dipping into you, the tip throbbing against your entrance begging to be swallowed. You tensed under him. Your breath stuttered, your body going still in a way that didn't feel like control—more like you lost it completely.

And he noticed.

Of course he did.

A quiet, almost amused exhale left him as he hovered over you, his presence heavy, suffocating, impossible to ignore. One hand came down beside your head, the other settling firm against your hip, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

"Not a word now." He muttered, pushing himself inside of you in one fast stroke. All the way in.

Your fingers twitched against the flat surface, a squel left you, nails scraping the desk faintly. You clamped around him, walls tensing against his heavy lenght that came in uninvited.

He huffed quietly. Bottoming out and slamming back in, slowly building the rhythm as he dragged inside your cunt, filling you up and then pulling back repeatedly.

"Yeah… That's better."

Your chest pressed harder into the surface as you swallowed, heat burning up your neck, your glasses slipping slightly again as your head turned just enough to breathe, to face away from his strong hand right by your head. The desk moved with each snap od his hips against yours, rough and unrelenting as he fucked his frustrations into your sopping pussy.

"You sit there every lecture like you already know everything." He went on, voice low, controlled—but sharper now. More personal.

"Don't even have to try, right?"

Your fingers curled tighter, breathy pants escaping you as he kept on sliding in, even through all the resistance your walls provided, tensing around his big cock, begging him to slow down, to stop and let you adjust.

But Riki was unyielding, hips slamming harder and harder into you with each passing second. Smacks filled the room together with your whines and pants. He let his eyes wander again, take in your smaller figure under his tall and big one. The way his hand was the side of your head almost. The way your small shoulders trembled with each plunge of his throbbing dick into you, knuckles white from the gripping against the edges of the table. Supporting. Bracing yourself for each one of his merciless thrusts.

His eyes flicked down. Lower. To where you two connected. Where your small puffy cunt swallowed his thick base, watching the way he stretched your entrance. He groaned, his hand landing on your ass with a harsh smack echoing the already filthy atmosphere. "Ah—" You moaned in pain, body weak and fragile under his aggressive torture.

His fingers dug into your flesh, groping the place he just marked with his large hand. "Thought you had more fight in you." He murmured, voice low and faux. You let out a sob of restraint, the drag of his tip against your walls too overwhelming. "Where did all that attitude go?" He muttered, voice dipping lower.

The desk moved under you scraping against the floor, making you gasp in terror. Someone could come up, open these door to check what was the all the noise and catch you.

Your head throbbed violently, ears buzzing at every snap of his hips against your wetness, the sound becoming too loud for the tight space. "Didn't know you were such a whore..." He continued, feeling you tense the more he glided in, each thrust easier and filthier. Riki's grip on your ass faltered, fingers quickly hooked onto the same thong string that dug into your hip. And he violently pulled it, ripping the thin fabric.

You gaspedy feeling the loose fabric slid from your front, only clinging to the wetness that seemed to stick it to your inner thighs. But Riki pulled it completely off, letting it fall down between your legs.

"What do you think about leaving these filthy thongs here? Hm?"

His hips didn't let up, still smacking into you with the unrelentinh force, sending you completely jolting against the desk. Your pelvis felt already bruised, hip bones colliding with the sharp edge repeatedly and surely leaving promising purple marks. "Letting your dad know what a slut his daughter is. Make him fucking disgusted." He added through gritted teeth.

Your eyes teared up, was it because of his words, because of his abuse of your pulsing and sore pussy — you didn't know. But when tears rolled down your cheeks and your lashes fluttered shut for the nth time you felt the pulse all the way in your ears. Too deep. He was fucking you too deep.

"Please slow down..." You pleaded, voice trembling and almost a whisper. Begging him in a silent way you would never dare to actually say aloud. You raised your head, hands trying to push you back up, but you had no strength left. Your thighs quivered, legs felt like jelly. The constant rapid smacks of his heavy balls against your sore and aching folds were too much. You felt your own insides burning from the way he split you.

He chuckled at that, watching you glance over your shoulder. A breathy broken sound escaping you as he hit that one spot deep inside you, sending your glasses completely sliding of your nose and clinging to the side of your face. Riki reached over, his hand harshly bringing the glasses back in place. "Keep those on..." He growled, deep voice looming over your trembling figure as the familiar warmth started forming in the pit of your stomach. You whimpered, and before you could utter another sound Riki's fingers entered your warm cavity. He pushed your head back, facing straight, fingers hooked into your mouth as he kept on ramming into you, his own breathing raged. You moaned against his salty fingertips, closing the lips around the digits with remnants of you from earlier and feeling them heavy on your tongue.

Your toes curled in your sneaker, legs kicking against by his side as you whined around his fingers with tears clinging to your hot face. The sudden knot grew with every punishing thrust of his, rapidly. You moaned and moaned around his fingers, sobbing as the overwhelming sensations took over. So close. Again so close.

And Riki pulled out.

Completely.

Leaving you trembling and your sore hole clenching around nothing. His fingers also ripped out from your suckling mouth, leaving you shaking and whining in frustration. He panted, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, jeans already fallen to the ground with the hoodie still clinging to his torso. He leaned over, all the way to your ear, fingers tangling at your roots, pulling your head back to spit out right at your ear.

"You really think you get to cum?"

Your neck strained, your roots pulled at tight in his grip before he harshly released you, sending your glasses sliding down before your clumsy trembling hands pushed them back up.

You sniffed, lashed clumped and wet from all the tears. Your skin felt damp. Disgustingly messy. Before you could catch your breath Riki's rough hand grabbed your upperarm, turning you around before he fisted your hair again. You hissed in pain, hands coming up to his wrist as he dragged you off the desk and onto your legs. He forced you down. On your knees.

You looked up at him over your glasses, breath shaky and unstable — anticipating his next move. His tall figure stood over you, his cock erect and painfully red at the tip ached with pressure. You gulped, gaze flicking unsurely up to his dark slanted eyes that stared right through your soft ruined ones. The burn between your legs pulsed, the uncomfortable wetness spreading and sticking to your fused thighs.

Riki's hand was fast.

A smack echoed the room as your cheek felt the sudden sting, sending your head to the side. You stayed quiet, eyes empty and staring at the floor as the pulse between your legs seemed to get embarrassingly worse.

"You really think a slut like you gets to cum on my cock?" He scoffed, a humorless laugh escaping him as he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look up at him. The other hand gripped the base of his cock, titling it right over your closed lips. "Open your mouth. Baby." He mocked you, the nickname bitter on his tongue as the voice resonated the office and you stared at him deadpan — but your lips still parted.

His warm tip grazed your plump lips, closing around it as he pushed inside of your warm cavity. Your tongue pressed against the underside of him as he slowly filled you up. Your cheeks hollowed, making sure no teeth comes in contact with his throbbing lenght.

Riki hit your uvula, feeling your throat constrict against his pulsing head and he groaned. He started thrusting against your mouth, fingers digging into your jaw as he held you exactly where he wanted you. Your eyes closed tightly, grounding yourself so you could bare his thrusts.

"Aren't you my sex toy from now on? Hm?" He spoke, voice breathy but steady. "Yeah, I think I like that idea." His eyes scanned your poor state, the way your mouth struggled to take his thrusts as he hit the back of your poor throat. Your closed eyes, furrowed eyebrows and the tense shoulders. He chuckled, feeling his own release being close.

He pulled out from your mouth, fingers still holding your face up. Your lips and his cock glistened with spit, a string of saliva connecting them as he wrapped his other hand around his lenght. Riki's hand glided rapidly against his shaft, tugging aggressively against the slippery skin as his abs constricted. His chest heavied up and down, the sharp inhales following. "Going to paint your stupid face..."

The squelching sound filled the room. His warm hand jerked his cock in front of your face, the rhythm nothing but filthy. Your throat tightened, eyes closing tightly and preparing for the shame that's going to flood you when his cock releases the seed right onto your flushed face. "Fucking leave my cum all over you..." He muttered under his breath, every word laced with resentment. His hand firmly squeezed his cock as he kept on sliding against it. He panted, whiny moans escaping him now, a sudden contrast to the persona as he delivered one last harah tug and the pressure eased.

White ropes of cum shot from his bulbous head, coating your glasses and dripping down your face. You opened your mouth in shock at the sudden gush, feeling some of it drip on your brows, clinging to your lashes and even ending up in your mouth. Riki made sure even the last drop ended up on your face as he gripped your jaw harder, pushing the tip onto your plump lips and wiping the last bit of his release.

He panted heavily, cock used and twitching with after shocks as he let it go. Both of his hand came to your cheeks, cupping it as his thumbs went over your glasses, wiping the semen and clearing your view.

He blankly stared at you, his breathing steadying as he held your head. He grimaced at your state, disgust painting his sharp and perfect features. You licked the salty fluid from your lips, feeling it spread on your taste buds before you swallowed it, never breaking the tense eye contact.

Riki couldn't look at you anymore.

And he spat on you.

His glob of spit ending up right on your face, trickling down your skin as it mixed with the white thick substance.

"That's what you fucking deserve."

And before you could defend yourself, say something back, at least utter a simple 'no' — you stayed quiet, eyes tearing up as he released your head. Riki picked his baggy jeans up, pulling up and zipping them in place and putting his belt on. The metal clanking in the quiet room as you sat down your legs, calves supporting your weight as you blankly stared at the thorn underwear right by your bare thigh.

Riki run a hand through his hair, eyes going once more over the messy office. Books and papers scattered, mug and pencils all over the floor, desk pushed out of place — so obviously askew.

And you.

His most precious possession right by his own desk, covered in cum of one of his students. Ruined and sticky with the mess Riki himself made.

He smirked, eyes flicking down your figure one last time, feet already getting ready to move toward the door.

"Not my fault you were here..."

A pause.

"Don't clean it up too fast."

_____

! this is all work of fiction. in no way this is a representation of enhypen members nor do I believe this is how they behave in real life or condone these actions!

he shifted, his thighs parting yours as he positioned himself. there was no condom, no barrier—just the raw, electric heat of skin on skin.

you felt the broad, blunt head of his cock nudge against your soaking wet slit, teasing the opening with a slow pressure, making you arch your back instinctively, craving the fullness.

with a steady push, yuma slid inside you. he entered you inch by inch, painfully slowly, the friction intense and searing. you gasped, fingers gripping the sheets as he filled you completely, his thick shaft stretching your walls to their limit.

he paused once he was buried deep, letting you adjust to the sensation of him raw inside you.

“you feel so good, lovie… so tight for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

he began to move, but there was no urgency, only a deep, languid rhythm. he pulled back slowly, almost sliding all the way out, before pushing back in with a soft, wet thud. each stroke was calculated to maximize the friction, the slow pace making every nerve ending in your pussy scream with pleasure.

the sound of his skin slapping against your ass was a rhythmic, hypnotic beat. yuma kept his body pressed tight against yours, his hands sliding forward to grip your hips, anchoring you as he drove into you. he wasn’t trying to break you—at least not now—he was savoring you, treating the act like a slow dance.

“just relax for me,” he whispered, his voice dripping with affection. “just feel me… feel how much i want you, lovie.”

you let out a shaky breath, your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built up in slow, rolling waves. the feeling of his cock sliding through your heat, the raw contact of his balls hitting your backside, and the softness of his whispers created a cocoon of intimacy.

yuma’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging slightly into your skin as he shifted his angle. he began to grind his pelvis against you, rotating his hips to ensure his thick shaft rubbed against every sensitive rigde of your pussy.

the friction was intoxicating, a slow-burn heat that made your breath hitch in short, shallow gasps.

you reached your arm back to pull your boyfriend for a kiss that was equally slow and deep. his tongue tangled around yours in a dizzying rhythm that made your eyes roll back to your skull paired with his hips movements.

“can feel you pulsing around me,” he breathed against your lips, his voice barely a whisper, yet it sounded like a roar in the silence of the room.

he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, his stubble grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver.

he slowed his pace even further, pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside you, teasing the entrance before plunging back in with a heavy, wet slide. the raw contact was overwhelming—you could feel the vein of his cock throbbing against your walls, matching the frantic beat of your own heart.

you let out a whimpering moan, your head lolling to the side as you pressed your cheek further into the pillow. the pleasure was thick and syrupy, dragging you deeper into a state of blissful surrender.

yuma responded to your sound by biting softly on your shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to send a spark of electricity through your nerves.

“that’s it, lovie… come for you yuu,” he murmured, voice thick with his own growing need.

he began to pick up the pace, not with aggression, but with a relentless momentum. the soft thuds of his ball hitting your ass became more frequent, the sound echoing the rhythmic drive of his cock sliding deep into your heat.

yuma was no longer savoring you, he was chasing his orgasm, his breath becoming ragged and hot against your ear.

you arched your back, pushing your ass back against him, desperate for more of that raw, filling pleasure. every thrust felt like it was reaching deeper than the last, his cock stretching you wide and filling every available inch of your aching pussy. the tension in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter, a knot of pleasure that was second away from snapping.

and when it finally snapped, the pleasure peaked into a blinding white light that radiated from where yuma was buried deep inside you.

your internal muscles clamped down hard, pulsing in rhythmic, desperate waves around his thick shaft. a loud, broken moan escaped you, your fingers clutching the bedsheets as your entire body shuddered under the force of a crashing orgasm. you felt every single throb of your pussy gripping him, the raw friction sending sparks of electricity through your spine.

yuma let out a low, guttural growl, his own composure finally shattering. the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly was the final trigger. he surged forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his pelvis slamming hard against your ass as he stiffened.

he groaned your name, a deep, shaking sound, as he began to cum. you could feel the hot, thick jets of his seed erupting deep inside you, fillinf your womb with wave after wave of searing heat.

yuma didn’t pull away. instead, he collapsed onto your back, his heavy chest pressing you further into the mattress, his heart hammering wildly against your shoulder blades.

he stayed buried deep within you, the two of you twitching in the aftershocks of the climax, the silence of the room returning, filled only by the sound of your synchronized, ragged breathing.

slowly, yuma shifted, sliding his head up to press a lingering, tender kiss to the nape of your neck. his lips were soft, his breath warm and smelling of sleep and intimacy.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice a raspy, affectionate murmur that vibrated against your skin. “i love how you feel, lovie… could stay here forever.”

you turned you head slightly, your voice small and breathy, still hazy from the pleasure. “yuu… don’t move, please.”

he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. he began to pepper tiny, sweet kisses across your shoulder and the curve of your cheek, his touch light and adoring.

“promise i’m not going anywhere, pretty,” he breathed, his arm sliding around your waist to pull you even closer, keeping your bodies fused together.

he continued to whisper sweet, mindless things—promises of a future, praises of your beauty, declaring his undying love—while he slowly began to withdraw, the wet, sliding sound of his cock leaving your pussy marking the end of the act, though he kept you wrapped in his arms, cocooned in the warmth of the duvet and his pretty girlfriend.

it started with ohyul sneaking peeks at you over his laptop screen across the room. you’d tried to ignore it, focusing on the six page essay you have due tomorrow (which you were only about halfway through). but every few minutes, like clockwork, he’d lift his head and stare with a stupid smile. 

“what?” 

his grin had only widened. “nothing.” you pushed your glasses up and kept typing. 

half an hour later, ryul comes out of the shower, ruffling his damp hair dry with the towel until it stuck up in spikes. as he passes you to hang it up to dry, he lets out a low whistle. 

you look up, eyes narrowed in agitation. “did you just catcall me in my own room?”

his grin is wider than ohyul’s. “you look hot. those glasses make you look smart.”

“real smart,” ohyul echoes from his spot on the couch, eyebrows lifting teasingly. 

you roll your eyes, cheeks burning, and keep typing. 

just a few more paragraphs, you assure yourself, sparing a glance at the clock. you’ve got thirty minutes until the deadline. you can do this. 

“hey!”

you yelp when the bed dips suddenly in front of you, the soft mattress giving as ohyul plops down before you. he rests his head on his hands, presumably done with his work for the night.

“what are you doing?”

“just wanted a better look,” he replies, trying for nonchalance but ultimately failing as what borders on a love-sick giggle escapes him. 

you stare at him incredulously. between the proximity and the sharpness of your new glasses, you can make out every detail on his face, down to his ridiculously long lashes. 

your gaze breaks when the bed shifts beneath you again as ryul comes to sit on your other side. 

they’re tag-teaming you. you realize it too late, they’re already closing in, ohyul’s strong arms snaking around you while ryul’s flicks your laptop shut and moves it to the nightstand. 

“hey—!” you protest, reaching for it, but ohyul’s arms don’t budge around you as he tugs you between the two of them. you huff, losing your balance and toppling over backwards on the plush comforter to fall into their laps, ohyul pressing you down with a playful laugh. 

ryul grins at you from above, amused by the way you squirm as ohyul assaults you with a barrage of kisses across your face. 

“stop!” you cry out between ticklish laughs, “you’ll smudge the lenses!” 

“too bad,” he manages back between breathless kisses. 

your eyes are half-closed, but you can tell by touch that it’s ryul’s hands that come up to tuck your messy hair back and fix your skewed glasses. 

his hands drop to your cheeks and squeeze a little, just enough to get you to pout and push up the glasses a little more on your cheekbones. “schtop!”

he laughs at your affected cries of protest, leaning down to kiss you once quickly while ohyul buries his face in your neck, content with his flurry of kisses. 

“you know what this is, baby?” ryul asks, mischievous gleam in his eyes though his smile is soft. you feel the huff of ohyul’s quiet laugh against your collarbone before he murmurs the answer. 

“sweet, sweet revenge.”

the thrilling conclusion to the glasses!2yul series <3 thank u to everyone who encouraged this niche thing for me, this has actually been my baby i didn’t think it would amount to four whole parts

during your late teenage years, you blamed it on your parents for being too strict. then when you moved out, you blamed it on the messiness of the whole apartment, though he knows how much of a clean freak you are. it was just all excuses. just for him to not find out the cat overload that happened to be in your house.

you shut the door of your bedroom, watching the way two of your cats were deep asleep on your bed, perfect timing for his visit. the other one was no were to be found, but it didn't bother you as much as you thought it would.

as soon as he stepped foot into your apartment, his eyes immediately glued onto the food bowls that were right beside the counter, glancing up at you in confusion. you tilted a smile, forming it into a semi - genuine laugh — a laugh that you tried to play off the fact that there was food bowls right in front of him.

"got a cat didn't you?" he teased, walking up towards you to embrace you. your smile continued as you shook your head, "no, that's just decoration you know."

"you know i wouldn't be shocked, but—" he stopped his trail of words as his eyebrows furrowed, looking past your shoulder. your eyes trailed behind, and of course you find the missing cat finding its way towards the both of you slowly, trying to figure out ohyul.

"you got a cat..." he whispered, leaning down as he tried to get a better glance at the cat. you expected for it to run away, but instead it rushed over to ohyuls extended arm, head butting his hand. he let out a shock sound, "this is fire."

you took a step back, leaning onto the counter as you watched the encounter. you looked towards your bedroom door multiple times, deciding whether or not to let out the other two but you only knew chaos would happen from there.

once ohyul sat himself on the couch, the cat followed him, jumping onto the cushions just to smell his pants for the thousandth time like it wasn't just giving love to ohyuls massage a minute ago. you played it off saying that you were going to grab a sweater, but as soon as you opened the door — the cats that were deep slumber an hour ago, rushed out your room as the door opened, probably invested in all the russle that was made throughout the house.

the cat perked up from ohyuls lap, sensing the invitation of its other friends, as it also got ohyuls attention. the cats curiosity made him look over at the new chaos, his eyes sparking as he looked over at you walking carefully back into the living area.

"you had two more cats and you never told me?" he said with intention of bretaryl in his voice. he leaned over, reaching his hand out to the others without making the already settled one on his lap getting away. and to no shock, the cat stayed — but also the other two made their own way to his hand, head butting just like what happened first.

"these cats are awesome." you swore you saw the biggest smile on his face the whole time as his eyes glew with admiration, watching the cats get along with him so well, almost sensing an awe in him that he never knew he had.

you finally moved from your spot, walking towards the newly formed group, as you took a seat besides ohyul. after the movement, the other two jumped besides you, but instead of showing affection towards you, they walked across your lap just to smell ohyul and head butt him like he was the one who was feeding him everyday.

his lap became bamboarded with cats, yet they weren't even overstimulated. in fact you were, and they weren't even the ones showing you love. though you couldn't help but smile brightly at the scene, staring up at ohyul as you watched his face brighten.

"i'm taking them home." he muttered, finally looking at you. he felt like a child, and you felt like you were just experiencing his childhood. his smile never broke away from his face, and the glow in his eyes never left. everytime they would show him affection, his eyes darted to you, amusement written all over his face.

"you're like a baby," you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulders.

you watched the way he randomly stood up in place admiring the cats. "these are my babies." he looked behind him as the trio made their way behind him. he claimed he was going to get a drink, standing up — but in reality he was just experimenting something.

"i'm gonna go to the bathroom, you think they're gonna care?" he questioned as soon as he stepped foot into the kitchen, a new plan forming. "no they're cats." you shook your head.

he made his way to the bathroom a little faster so he can have time to shut the door without one of them entering. they stood there almost like shock was written all over them. their tails went down, looking in between you and the door, begging you to do something.

one of them began to scratch at the bottom of the door, too harshly. the other one started to meow lowly, and the third one, was just there. it laid beside the door like it was being patient with ohyul, the love was there but ohyul had business to do.

but after the first few meows and the intensity of the scratching, the door flung open, "i couldn't take it anymore." he sighed, making his way towards you back onto the couch, plopping himself down.

you giggled, "you don't even know their names and yet they love you more than me."

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you might have pushed him too far this time.

euijoo is usually a professional at brushing off the jokes you make about his arguably less than impressive sex life. and by that, youre not even sure it exists at all. you've been friends for years, but you have never heard him brag about an "eventful" night, even when you've done more than your fair share of explicit storytimes. he's always a listening ear, no matter how red hearing your encounters makes the top of his.

when you'd went on vacation together in the past, the two of you have to spend a week apart afterward just to preserve the friendship you've crafted. you're just so annoying. but he loves it, way more than he'd care to admit. you once spent a week on a woodland retreat, traveling sun up to sun down with a group of very dedicated hikers. up hill. down hill. even sideways on the hill, like goats.

"can you please shut the hell up about bigfoot?" euijoo had yelled over his shoulder on the last day of the trip. you had to shamefully lower your hand and relax your shocked face, having just claimed your ninth bigfoot sighting of the week. the entire group turned to look at you, and euijoo didnt speak the rest of the hike. he made you food over your campfire, though, while you were cramming a quick nap before the final evening hike. your calves hurt more than your relationship, thankfully.

when you went anywhere, you found a bit to commit to for the duration of the trip and waited to see how long it would take euijoo to break. the first day of a trip was always the most fun, the two of you in a new place. you love his smile, and he was always painfully enthusiastic within 24 hours of the plane landing or the hotel door clicking closed. he would drag you to all the destinations you'd marked on the map with his digital camera slipped into his pocket. around the fourth day, however, he was drained. and after the fifth, he began to huff, cast irritated glances your way, and, occasionally, ask if you knew how to be quiet. from the sixth day on, you were playing with fire.

this time, you and euijoo had decided on a beach holiday. you've never been anywhere actually relaxing together, usually opting for near death or financially detrimental experiences. you thought it might be fun to lay around on a towel reading shitty romance, build sand castles, get sun poisoning- the works. so, you booked a room at a beachfront resort, adults only and all inclusive with a full breakfast bar. and you decided what bit you'd be fully committing to, even before you arrived at the hotel:

you were gonna get euijoo laid.

it would be just like love island, you thought. or assumed, since you've never actually seen it. but your best friend, who is by and large considered handsome, would be surrounded by gorgeous adult women in tiny bikinis, gleaming under stark sunlight all day long, lingering by the bar desperate for a drink that euijoo could definitely order for them. you'd even tell him what drinks girls like, in a grossly stereotyping sense.

you considered it a favor. he had a girlfriend once, when the two of you first met. you'd had some classes with her at your university but met euijoo by completely unrelated circumstance. you had taken his drink at a local cafe by accident, despite his name being written on the side of the cup in thick black marker.

"wait, your name is euijoo?" you had stared at him with wide eyes. he could only nod, face blank, as you lied to him through your teeth, "my name is euijoo, too. small world, huh?"

euijoo was hooked on you ever since, spending so much time with you at arcades and poetry readings and movie nights that his girlfriend called it quits. you became close incredibly fast. it was so easy to forget about time with him, though. the years went by so quickly, only slowing down the one week a year you isolated yourselves together and you pushed him to emotional limits he didnt even know he had.

the resort was fancy but not flashy, which was good since neither of you really looked like you belonged there. euijoo had a stupid floppy hat on, and you had forgotten to take off your sunglasses inside, the giant lenses eclipsing your entire face. the hotel receptionist was visibly reluctant to hand over your room key as if the two of you were obviously responsible adults capable of maintaining order in her establishment. when she finally handed it over to euijoo, he flashed her a genuine smile that moved his cheeks and all.

"she was cute," you said as euijoo yanked his suitcase over the elevator floor gap. you pressed your floor number, feeling his confused stare chiseling into the side of your face. she was cute, round hazel eyes and freckled cheeks. she had a friendly face, just like him.

euijoo shifted on his feet, "do you, uh, want her number? i can go back and get it for you."

he moved to press the lobby button, and you swatted his hand away. as he hissed, shaking his barely burning wrist, you insisted, "no, dumbass, for you. shes cute for you."

"for me?" his eyebrows turned up in the middle, furrowing like you'd just told him he won a raffle he never entered. his lips parted slightly, one long finger pointed into his chest.

and he kept this act up for days, playing dumb every time you tried to get him to ask someone out. "juju, she's hot," was met with, "well, the sun is out." every "you should offer her a drink" warranted an "alcohol speeds up dehydration." he was such a fucking gentleman. it made you sick.

at one point, you purposefully sat in a lounge chair on the very end of the row at the hotel pool, leaving euijoo to sit in the one between you and a very, very attractive lady. even you considered testing the waters if he ended up tanking his chances.

"hi, hi. sorry to bother you," you had sat up after twenty minutes of brainstorming and sunbathing, leaning over euijoo to get into the woman's hearing range. he audibly gulped, suddenly aware of what angle you were playing. he caught on pretty quickly. you lifted a hand just as she turned to face you and stuck it right in euijoo's hair, ruffling it, "my friend here thinks youre very beautiful. isnt that right, euijoo?"

"hm, what?" he sat up quickly from his relaxed pose on the lounger, swiping your hand from his head and shooting you a sideways glance. the woman peered at him from behind her sunglasses, watching as he searched for a response to your question, his mouth opening and closing, opening and closing until he landed on, "oh, yes! i said your hair was beautiful. its, uh, very... healthy. yeah, great hair."

he then gave her the saddest thumbs up you've ever seen, crooked and weary, and stood up from his seat, pattering away on the wet concrete. the woman watched him the whole way back to the hotel entrance, combing an absent hand through her loose, healthy curls. you sighed, "i guess i misheard him. you are beautiful, though."

"what exactly are you trying to do?" euijoo was sitting, slouched over on the edge of his bed when you returned a couple hours later. he had changed from his swim shorts and tank top into something more casual, comfy. you only noticed because you'd bought him that tshirt for his birthday last year.

"nice shirt," you laughed as you hopped up onto the edge of your own mattress parallel to him, letting your legs dangle in the space between you. he lifted his gaze from the floor to your face, dark brown eyes scanning for something you werent quite aware of. euijoo didnt smile, and you felt yourself grow sharp under his watch, "whats up with you? why are you being weird?"

"im being weird?" he breathed a laugh this time, tilting his head at you in a way that had his tousled hair swiping over his eyes. he flicked it away, absentmindedly, "interesting, since all youve done this week is try to hook me up with strangers. is that not weird to you?"

you were speechless, opening your mouth only for nothing to come out. it was day four, but you'd never pushed him this far. and it was entirely unintentional. you knew he hated the bigfoot jokes. you knew he hated when you made him do the same pose at every tourist attraction. you knew he hated your collection of tacky shot glasses you just had to buy at every souvenir shop. but this- he had never acknowledged your behavior in this way.

"is it weird for me to want my best friend to have a little fun?" you asked, gauging his reaction, which- spoiler- was not positive.

"im trying to have fun," he stressed, crossing his arms and sliding off the bed to stand, "with you. on our vacation. but you keep trying to pawn me off!"

"euijoo, i just swear to god youve not had sex with anybody in like five years. cant you, like, die from that? did i make that up?" you rubbed your eyes in thought. when you opened them, everything was blurred but the annoyance on euijoos face. like youd crossed a boundary you didnt know hed set. he scoffed, shaking his head. you added, "i thought i was helping!"

there was a beat of silence, thick and palpable.

"i just wanted to be with you," he sighed, sitting on the bed again but on the opposite side, his back facing you. you saw him take a deep breath before laying down, stretching out over the length of the bed. he mumbled, "just forget it."

you swallowed the lump in your throat and stretched out, too, on your own bed. you curled into your side, watching his chest rise and fall. his eyes fluttered closed, but you knew he wasnt sleeping. you let the silence dissipate, the air conditioning unit in the corner rumbling as the crisp air blows through the curtains.

"uh," you cleared your throat after what felt like hours of silence but you knew was closer to twenty minutes, "we have that, um, scuba lesson in a bit... that we did pay for. just by the way."

the scuba lesson seemed like a great way to get your "experience" fill for this trip, and euijoo had always talked about wanting to explore the reef or swim with dolphins. the passes werent that expensive on their own, but you'd pre-rented the gear.

euijoo didnt turn his head to look at you and, instead, just spoke to the ceiling like he didnt care if you heard it or not. "go without me," he said, "you'll just try to set me up with the instructor, anyway."

you were able to refund the rental fee for the gear, but you wished you'd have just refunded the whole lesson. floating around in spandex was a lot less fun alone, you'd realized. the whole lesson was weirdly intimate without euijoo there, just you and the instructor, who wasnt even hot. you wondered whether to tell euijoo that detail or just leave it alone. you wondered whether to tell him anything at all.

he didnt give you much of a choice, though. when you got back, he was no longer on his bed. or in the room. it was like he was never there save for the open suitcase kicked under a table, his comfy clothes from earlier strung haphazardly over the edge of the case.

you were thankful that you had upgraded your room when you booked, specifically for the two beds and larger bathroom. too many times had the two of you crammed into one bed or taken a piss while the other was brushing their teeth. the other benefit of the upgraded room: private access to a courtyard shared among the four private suites in your wing, which included a small pool, lawn games like giant chess, a self-serve bar, and a hot tub.

now, you're looking through the slatted blinds on your room's patio door, scouring the dimly lit courtyard for any sign of him. of course, the sun has set since you returned from your suddenly personal scuba lesson. the dew cast a fog on the glass panes, additional clouds growing and dissolving from your breath as you press your forehead to the door. in the corner of the yard, you see a faint glow, pulsating in the dimming twilight.

when you approach the hot tub, euijoo looks tranquil, almost blissful. his head is tipped back, eyes sewn shut as the water laps at his bare torso. the waves from the jets cast swirling reflections on his skin, everywhere. you're almost close enough to step into the water when you hesitate, stopping, considering leaving him alone and just going to bed. his eyes open, but hes not shocked to see you. he doesnt even jump, just pulls his lips into a small smile.

"come on in," euijoo nods to the space across from him, watching your every move. despite his kindness, you cant help but feel like he's analyzing you, waiting for you to say something stupid again. "how was diving?"

"humiliating," you sigh as you sink into the water. euijoos head is tipped down, chin tucked and watching you from under heavy lids. you can't deny how cold the water feels on your skin, unfamiliar warmth dancing up your arms, your chest. your neck. "i mean, i was a pro, as you can imagine. but the whole thing was... lonely."

euijoo hums to suppress a laugh. he does this often, not wanting to encourage your antics, but you can always see the little glint of humor in his eyes. usually, the smile would break loose. he'd let a laugh loose and pretend it never happened. but now, hes bittersweet, regretful. he takes a deep breath.

"i should've went with you," he says, stopping to chew at the inside of his cheek, "i was being a dick."

"yeah," you deadpan, and he looks at you with sorrowful eyes before you kick your leg up out of the water, splashing him. his hands come up defensively to shield his face, water running down his forearms. he laughs, flipping his hand over the surface to send a spray of water toward you, instead. you continue, "but so was i. i shouldn't have assumed you were interested in sex."

euijoo smiles, softly, at your attempt at an apology. that might be the best he's gonna get, and he can't stay mad at you for long. he opens up his arms, nodding his head to the side, "come here."

and as you scoot along the edge of the hot tub, you can see just how flushed his face is from the heat. droplets of water cascade down his cheek, dripping from his jaw. his shoulders glisten with a sheen of sweat, but his skin is cold when you rest your cheek on it. euijoo wraps his arm around the side of your neck, pulling you close. it should be disgustingly sticky, but it isnt. it's nice.

it's too nice, too comfortable. you'd even call it perfect, the fit of his arm over your shoulder, his skin against yours. euijoo's chest rises and falls in your periphery, the swelling of his lungs matching the ever choppy bubbling of the water. he grows rigid against you, shifting in his seat on the hot tub's bench.

suddenly, euijoo pulls his arm from around you. he folds his arms firmly over his chest, sighing deeply before clearing his throat. you retreat from your position, uncurling from his side and turning in your seat to face him. your brows furrow, "whats up with you all the sudden?"

euijoo's eyes scan everywhere but your face, finding something interesting on the side of the hotel wall, maybe a curtain blowing in a window seven floors above. he sputters out a tragedy of an excuse, "you're- its the, um, the..." he shrugs, performatively wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, "hot tub. its... so hot."

"oh, are you okay? do you need some water?" you reach out to feel his forehead, too, but he swats your hand away, shifting his body away from you.

"no!" his eyes widen, "i mean, yes, im okay. no on the water. just-"

"well, do you want to get out? we can watch a movie or something?"

"no," slower, after a visible gulp, euijoo says, "i cant."

you can barely hear him over the turbulent waves. the water around you gurgles over itself, sloshing out of the jets on your back and on the floor. columns of water billow up, wafting the burning scent of chlorine into the air. he cant? why wouldn't he be able to watch a movie with you? does he suddenly hate movies?

then, it clicks.

you reach behind his head, and, with a quick tap of a button on the tub's control panel, disable the jets altogether. the water goes still, leftover bubbles disappearing with a soft fizz. it's unnaturally quiet without the roar of the water pump or the disrupting slosh of waves on the plastic siding. theres nothing but the sound of euijoo's heart beating out of his chest and the choked gasp that leaves his mouth once he realizes what youve done.

"no fucking way," you mutter, half astonished and half teetering on a feeling you've been too scared to acknowledge for a long time, "byun euijoo, are you seriously hard right now?"

he rears his arm back and presses every button on the tub's control panel in search of the magic switch to turn the jets on and, hopefully, make everything stop. as soon as he presses it, you press it again. he presses it. you press it. back and forth and back and forth until he buries his face in his hand and groans, "please, just go inside. forget everything. forget about me. let me die here."

"don't be embarrassed, juju," you laugh, gently grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands away from his flushed face. as you lower them to the water, his eyes never leave the place where your fingers wrap around his. his expression is a mix of confusion and humiliation, chased by a rush of curiosity at your tender reaction. "i could go away. i could just go to bed."

youre sure he can see the ideas bounding in your head, bouncing from one side of your skull to the other and skipping all the zones in your brain that would tell you that this is a bad idea. its situations like these that should exist only as hypotheticals, like a fever dream just as its about to break. or a one-time daydream scenario after a hangout where he looked a little too good. maybe he wore that sweater you liked, let his jeans hang a little too low on his hips. but you had gotten very good at separating your feelings from the reality that euijoo is your best friend and could never be anything more. at least, he never showed it. not until now, having skipped all the casual flirting or cheesy pickup lines and went straight to business. straight to driving you crazy all week with his perfect, sunkissed skin and slender fingers massaging sunscreen along your spine, working lower and lower, dipping under your swimsuit bottoms just in case.

"or," you guide his wrist until his hand is cupping the side of your neck, his damp fingers instinctively threading into your hair behind your ear. you whisper, "or, i could stay."

his touch is gentle, like hes afraid he'll do something he'll regret. you're scared, too, but you inhale, chlorine rushing to your head. when you exhale, you bring your own palm and place it over his, encouraging him to please touch you. you continue, "you know, i think i understand why you didnt care about the receptionist, or that woman at the pool, or at the bar."

euijoo hums, finally heeding your silent plea and sinking his fingers deeper into your hair. he tilts your head gently as you speak, following the movement with his own head, mirroring you. his lips part, only slightly and only once youre done speaking. "you do?"

"mhm," you let him puppeteer you, letting the weight of your head fall into his firm grasp as he cranes your neck backward, exposing the front of your throat, and then back to the side, swiping his thumb under your jaw, "but i wanna hear you say it. wanna know for sure."

euijoo whines, softly, and you feel it go right to your stomach, heat pooling in your veins. you clench your thighs together, absentmindedly, as he swallows the rest of whatever sounds were threatening to spill from his mouth. you feel his hand shaking against your neck, and you reach up again to hold him, steady him. you move your other hand under the water in search of his free hand, pulling it closer to rest on your thigh. euijoo squeezes your leg, just once, and releases a shaky breath, "they're not you."

euijoo sucks a sharp breath in through his teeth as you lean further into his hold and press your lips to the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. you feel on fire as you dart your tongue out, running it along the ridges of his veins. he tastes like chemicals and sweat but somehow sweet, like burning citrus.

"fuck, they're not you," he whispers to himself, fingers dragging, tentatively, up your thigh, "would you... would you like it if i kissed you?"

you pull your lips away from his hand just to laugh, quietly. you feel bad for the reaction, but he's just so desperate, nervous. your body moves before your mouth can, suddenly draping your legs over either side of his hips, his fingertips still digging into the flesh of your thigh. you keep yourself planted in the middle of his lap, careful to distance your core from where he obviously wants you.

you hover your lips over his, and its clear to you that euijoo is not breathing. his eyes are blown wide with an emotion you cant decipher as excitement or disbelief, and his chest is frozen in a perpetual inhale. as you speak, your bottom lip grazes his, "there's really only one way to find out, hm?"

the first kiss is curious, hesitant, as euijoo closes the short gap between you. his lips are plush, just as you expected and more. he brings his other hand from your thigh to the other side of your face, cupping it softly, and sighs into you. the trickle of water from his fingers that trails down your neck sends a chill through your body that completely contradicts the heat you feel from the water, from him. as he pulls away, you tug his bottom lip between your teeth, tethering the two of you together for just a second longer. euijoo whimpers, and you drink it all up as you release him from your teeth. you cant tell if his face is flush from the heat or embarrassment, growing shy under you in every aspect, physically and under your intense gaze that scans every crease and corner of his face. he smiles as you land on his eyes. you comb your hand through his hair, smoothing it away from his face the way you like it.

the second kiss is more of everything, swallowing his smile and his sounds. your mouths work purposefully against each other, as if to memorize the exact way his lips fit into you. its a deliberate exploration, teeth nipping, tongues melding and soothing. all while his hands slide, slowly, from your face down your body. euijoo's fingers ghost under your ribs, squeezing your hips in a silent encouragement. your fingers snake around his neck, tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck.

"you're driving me fucking crazy," euijoo mumbles against your lips, digging his fingernails into the skin of your hips, "all ive ever wanted."

his confession strikes you, humming against him in acknowledgement. you dont know if you can ever stop kissing him, which, coincidentally, is the same reason you had avoided trying before. your friend group had played their fair share of party games, which almost always ended with then drunkenly pushing you and euijoo toward each other while shouting, "kiss! kiss! kiss!" but you'd laughed it off thinking euijoo would never want risk your friendship for something as childish as spin the bottle.

if you had known you'd be in his lap in a public hot tub sucking on his tongue, maybe you'd have tried it a bit sooner.

you involuntarily rock your hips forward, body in search of some friction, and when you brush against the bulge in his swim shorts, euijoo groans into your mouth, body jerking in surprise. you hum against his lips, gauging him. euijoo pulls you forward again, hands snaking from your hips around to your ass. you always admired his delicate hands, but now youre wondering just how rough he could be with them as you roll your hips one more time against him.

"fuck," you rest your forehead against his as his straining cock nudges your clothed clit, the muted friction building, "have you had a big dick this whole time and didnt tell me?"

"have you- shit- ever been s-serious a day in your life?" euijoo chokes out, balancing the sweetest smile and the most intense crease in his brow. you're only teasing him, but it's not much of a joke. earlier, the bubbles and the dim lighting of the courtyard and the optical illusion that is water only barely revealed his predicament to you. you couldn't really see it. but, now, you can feel it. long and slender and trapped.

"i wanna touch you," you confess, flicking your gaze from his face to the space where the two of you meet, watching his pupils blow, watching his hips jerk in anticipation, "would you like that, juju?"

if he wasnt completely at your mercy, a puddle beneath you, he would have definitely flipped you off for turning his own question against him. instead, euijoo just nods, hastily. like you'll change your mind about him. he nods, eagerly. like he's been waiting to let you have him.

you hook your fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough for his cock to bob free under the water. euijoo moans under his breath at the lack of restraint, but he yelps as you wrap your fingers around the base of it, squeezing gently, experimentally. euijoo screws his eyes shut, throwing his head back as you drag your hand all the way up his throbbing shaft, babbling curses and your name like you're killing him. he opens his eyes only to look around, checking the windows and doors of the other suites near you.

"scared of getting caught?" you twist your hand, sinking it back down along his velvet, honey veined skin before moving to press directly on the angry, pink head. euijoo whines, bucking up into your hand and biting the back of his hand to muffle his cries. you smooth over the tip with your thumb, "you dont want anyone to see how good you're being for me? or hear how pretty you sound, juju?"

you pull his hand away from his mouth with your free hand, "let them hear. tell them how good it feels, baby."

you increase your pace. euijoos eyes focus on the rippling water where your arm works him under the surface, your grip firm and natural like your hand was designed for him, like you were. his jaw is slack with pleasure, shivers sliding over his body every time you slow your movements, rocking your hips on his leg in a similar rhythm. he groans, "feels so good. s-so fucking good."

youd be lying if said you weren't the most turned on you've ever been in your life. every movement of your wrist disturbs the water, as well as the sloshing of the water between your torsos as you grind yourself onto his thigh. youre chasing your own high, although priority number one is to see what sounds euijoo makes when he comes. in your wettest dreams, he was a heavy breather, but you realize now that your mind could not have conjured his sweet mixture of sinful mewls, husky groans, and breathy moans. and thats only what he has let you hear, still holding himself back for the sake of privacy. you'd hate to be seen, to have an outsider ruin this perfect moment. at the same time, however, the thrill of being caught tempts you to draw this out as long as possible.

"im gonna come," euijoo pants under you as you attach your lips to the column of his exposed throat, savoring the chlorinated citrus flavor of his skin, "fuck- i dont wanna come in the water. thats so gross."

you worked your lips up to his ear, slowing your wrist and nipping at his earlobe with your teeth. you whisper, "then come inside me, euijoo."

when you pull back, he's scanning your face for a semblance of humor, as if it were a joke. but you've never been more serious. this is the first time, probably ever, that you've been completely serious on a trip with him. you nod, just to reassure him as you continue ferociously milking his cock, pumping him.

"god, okay, okay," he gives in, breathless. his hair has fallen back into his face, obscuring your sight of his full pupils and glassy eyes, "i'd love to come inside of you. cant believe im even saying that- fuck."

you watch him, even more carefully now. he's beautiful in a way you've noticed before but struggled to put into words. you're sure he has ruined you for everyone else as you study the pulsing vein in his neck and the bobbing lump in his throat. just as his whines get shorter, breathing ragged and hoarse, you inch your throbbing core closer to his cock. you move your swimsuit bottoms out of the way and nudge your entrace with his tip. euijoo releases his hold on your hips so as to not slam you down and fuck you senseless, letting you control the moment, go at your pace. unfortunately for him. instead, he connects your lips in a tender kiss, licking into your mouth and stifling your moans.

the stretch is welcome, eagerly anticipated. but the water perpetuates a burning friction as you suck him in. you sigh into him as you feel the tip of him drag all along your walls. you clench, adjusting to his length as you steady yourself on his shoulders.

"ah-" euijoo gasps into your mouth, breaking free from the kiss and burying his face in your neck. he rests his forehead on your shoulder as his body tenses, snaking his arms around your waist, "coming. fuck, i-im-"

the warmth spreads low inside of you as he releases, burning white ropes plugged deep by his twitching, spent cock. euijoo comes with a silent, choked groan, followed by a sweet series of high-pitched, exasperated whimpers. you coax every sound you can from him, clenching around him, rolling your hips, and dragging your nails down his back. you allow him to just exist for a moment, connected to you in every way. his arms are still wrapped tightly around your waist, hands splayed over the expanse of your back. his heavy breathing fans over your chest, hot and slowing. his dick is still buried inside of you, now soft.

"euijoo," you say, stroking the back of his hair, "can you look at me, please?"

"not yet," he mumbles into your skin, "i'm thinking."

"thinking?" you roll the word around in your mouth a few times, walking your fingers up and down his spine, "did i fuck some sense into you?"

euijoo laughs, this time aloud. his shoulders rack under your touch. you cant help but smile as he sits up, finally, and leans back against the side of the hot tub, "wow. im literally still inside of you and you've managed to insult me. thats gotta be a new record."

youre going to see this every time you close your eyes: euijoo, fucked out and glowing, with faint bruises and pink marks up the column of his throat. you dont even care that youre staring. evidently, you didn't offend him too much, since you feel his cock begin to grow hard inside of you again. he likes it, you realize.

euijoo draws you closer, connecting your lips for one final and chaste kiss. his plump, swollen lips turn up in a smile against you. but when you pull away, he looks perplexed, like he's just remembered something. "really quick, then we can go in."

"okay," you shift uncomfortably on his lap, anxiously awaiting what could be literally anything. it's difficult to tell with euijoo. this could be anything from a sex critique to an addition to tomorrow's vacation initerary, "im all ears."

"earlier," euijoo starts, innocently scanning your face, "you said that you were sorry for playing matchmaker because you didnt know i 'wasnt interested in sex.' and, well, i just-"

"nope," you stand up from your position on his lap, quickly adjusting your bottoms to prevent any of his cum to drip into the water. you resist the urge to whine at the loss of fullness, suddenly empty as you wade out of the tub. however, you are not about to let him get the last a-ha moment, especially when youre full of his cum and still waiting on your own orgasm, "you know exactly what i meant by that."

euijoo cranes his head to follow you as you retreat back to the room, projecting his voice a little too loud, "i am interested in sex, just by the way."

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