CELESTE

you instantly get up, open the window, and help him climb inside.

“hey baby,” jake says, smiling yet wincing at the same time, clearly waiting for a kiss or at least some kind of reaction. you don’t even respond. instead you immediately move his hand away from his side so you can see the damage.

“jake what the hell?” you say, stepping back to get a better look at the huge cut on his side. it’s bloody and deep.

“what, is it bad?” he asks, tilting his head at you. he tries to look at himself, changing the angle of his head to maybe catch a glimpse of it, until he notices the mirror near your nightstand. he turns to his side and lifts up his arm to check it out properly.

“shit,” he sighs, letting out a little wince once he puts his arm back down. you look him over, examining all the other little bruises and cuts left on his body.

“badass huh?” he says, tilting his chin at you before glancing at his other scars. you just roll your eyes and go grab the med kit.

you literally never thought you’d need a med kit in your house, but ever since you started dating jake it’s become a household staple.

one day it was raining and you rushed into the house completely soaked, med kit in hand. your mom was stirring something in a pot. she turned around when she heard the door open, looking at your disheveled state then at the kit you were holding.

“what do you have that for?” she asked, now cutting up some potatoes.

“uh… uhm…” you thought for a second. “emergencies?” you said, shrugging your shoulders. it sure does come in handy, especially tonight.

you have jake sitting down on the edge of your bed while you hold a clean towel and some alcohol in your other hand.

“do you want to keep the suit on or off?” you ask, dabbing some alcohol onto the towel.

“i can keep it on. unless you want it off?” jake says with a smirk.

you fake laugh, the sound coming out more like a scoff than anything. “jake, it’s not the time to play.”

“this is going to sting a little.” you say. he nods. “alright.”

you gently press the towel against his wound and instantly feel him tense up.

“fuck,” he mutters under his breath, eyes closed.

“i know, i know, sorry,” you say sweetly.

if you weren’t so focused on making sure not to add any unnecessary pressure you probably would’ve sensed jake smiling at how soft and kind your words sounded.

“okay, done,” you say, setting the bloodied towel on your nightstand. you grab one of the bandages from the med kit and carefully wrap it around the area where the wound is.

you step back like you’re admiring your artwork.

“you good?” you ask while you clean up the mess.

“mhm, feeling better already.”

“good,” you say, honestly just happy that he’s okay.

you also noticed earlier that he had a pretty good scratch on his face, so you dig out a cute miffy bandaid from your own bandaid collection (once again, thanks to your boyfriend you somehow ended up with a whole collection of bandages and band aids).

you lean over him to look at the scratch and catch his eyes starting to wander, specifically down to your chest area.

“eyes up here—weirdo.”

“what? they’re right in front of me,” he says, shrugging as you carefully place the bandaid on his cheekbone.

“also i have one more little cut here,” he adds, pointing to his chin.

“where?” you say, looking really close and still not able to see anything.

“here?” he says, pointing again.

you lean in even closer trying to spot it—which turns out to be the perfect opportunity for jake to steal a quick kiss.

you both pull away from the small kiss smiling like it was your first one all over again.

“seriously,” you say, still smiling. “that’s teenager behavior.”

you walk into the bathroom attached to your bedroom to put the med kit away. when you turn around and walk back into the room you find jake already laying in your bed scrolling on your laptop.

“what are we gonna watch?” he says, turning his head toward you with a smile and snuggling deeper into your blankets.

if he wasn’t already injured you would absolutely throw a pillow at him for climbing into your bed in that bloody dirty suit. but just for tonight you’ll let it slide. in the morning though, he’s for sure helping you wash the sheets.

scene: hanging out with your friends.

“Wait, no, you cannot seriously be telling me you like the pink one better.” Koria stared at me like I had just committed a crime.

“I’m telling you, the blue one is objectively better” I said, holding up the two products between us. “You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

Wonhee immediately started laughing from beside us. “You two have been arguing about this for, like, twenty minutes.”

“Because she’s wrong,” Koria said without hesitation.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my bag from the chair. “Whatever. Keep buying the ugly one, then.”

The three of us burst out laughing as we started cleaning up Wonhee’s room. Her bed was covered in clothes, skincare products, and random things none of us remembered putting there. We spent the next hour talking about everything from our situationships and relationships to planning out our next hangout, occasionally getting distracted and completely forgetting what we were supposed to be doing.

By the time we finally left, it was already getting late. We walked toward the elevator together, still joking around and talking about what we should do next weekend.

“Okay, but seriously,” Koria said as the elevator doors opened, “next time we’re actually going somewhere instead of sitting in Wonhee’s room for five hours.”

“deal!” I laughed softly.

After saying our goodbyes, I headed home, tired but still smiling from the afternoon. The conversation replayed in my head as I made my way back to the apartment, already looking forward to getting comfortable and relaxing for the rest of the night.

scene: finally getting home.

I unlocked the door with a tired click and stepped into the quiet warmth of the apartment, the scent of vanilla and coffee.

The living room was bathed in the amber glow of a floor lamp. Riki was sprawled across the couch, man-spreading with a level of comfort that only comes from owning the space entirely. He was focused on his phone, his thumb scrolling rhythmically. The light from the screen caught the sharp line of his jaw and the pale, blonde strands of his hair that always seemed to fall perfectly over his forehead. He looked relaxed, almost sculptural, and for a second, I just stood there in the entryway, forgetting to take off my shoes, thinking about how unfair it was that he looked that good just sitting still.

He didn't look up immediately, but he knew I was there. He always knew. 

"You're late.." 

he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to travel through the floorboards.

He tossed the phone onto the cushion, the device bouncing once before settling. In one fluid, riki was on his feet and crossing the distance between us. He didn't stop until he was flush against me, his chest a solid wall of heat. He slid his arms around my waist, pulling me in with a suddenness that knocked the breath out of me, and buried his face in the crook of my neck. The first kiss on my neck was slow and wet, a lingering press of his plump lips against my skin that sent a sharp jolt of electricity straight down my spine.

"mm... hi, pretty girl" 

he murmured. His voice had dropped into that husky, subterranean register that always made my knees feel like they were made of water.

"hii ki, did you miss mee?"

i tried sounding normal, but my voice sounding small and breathless even to my own ears. I leaned back into him, my head tilting instinctively to give him more room. The friction of his muscular frame against mine was intoxicating; he felt like a radiator in the middle of winter, grounding and overwhelming all at once. He didn't pull away, instead trailing a line of slow, deliberate kisses up toward my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

He pulled back just an inch, just enough to look at me. His dark eyes were hooded, shimmering with a playful sort of hunger that he only ever showed me. A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He loved the way my breathing hitched, the way I practically melted into his hold, and he thrived on the subtle tension that had been building between us since the moment I stepped through the door. his hand slithered down below my hip before giving my ass a soft slap, while licking his lips, maintaining eye contact. 

"of course.. i always miss my pretty girl when she’s gone.." 

he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of my hip bone through my clothes, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. He didn't let go.. instead, he tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me flush against the hard planes of his chest. The air between us felt thick, charged with a familiarity that had evolved over years of friendship into something far more volatile.

He shifted his weight, guiding me forward until his heels hit the edge of the couch. With a low chuckle, he sat down into the soft cushions and pulled me in his lap. i hovering over him.. while he looked at me like he owned the very air I was breathing. He didn't rush it. riki was a master of the slow burn, his gaze drifting from my eyes down to my lips and back again. He reached up, his fingers grazing my jawline with a tenderness that contradicted the hunger in his eyes. 

"Did you miss me, princess?"

I tried to answer, but the words died in my throat as he leaned in, his lips hovering a fraction of an inch above mine. He was teasing me, intentionally leaving that tiny gap of space to make me crave him more. I reached up, my fingers tangling in the soft caramel hair at the nape of his neck and instinctively pulled him closer. The small, needy sound that escaped me only made his smirk widen. He loved it when I stopped pretending to be patient.

"aww” he cooed “beg for it, baby.." 

he murmured, his voice a velvet rasp against my lips. He shifted his hand from my waist to my thigh, his palm warm and heavy as he slowly rubbed circles into my skin. 

“cmon baby, use your words for me..” 

he teased. The sensation was overwhelming... his voice raspy but so deep, a slow heat began forming between my legs. I let out a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering shut. "please, riki.. just kiss me."

riki let out a soft, triumphant purr, the sound vibrating against my lips before he finally closed the distance. It wasn't a tentative kiss.. it was a slow, deep, and messy claim that seemed to swallow the air from the room. His lips were incredibly soft but firm, molding against mine with a hunger that had been simmering all day. He tasted like the sweet tea he’d probably been sipping earlier, and the way he tilted his head to deepen the angle made me feel like I was drowning in the best possible way.

His hand on my thigh didn't stay still.. it migrated upward, his fingers kneading into the soft skin of my hip with a possessive grip that left me breathless. He broke the kiss for a split second, just long enough to whisper 

"good girl" 

against my mouth, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat through my entire body. He knew exactly how much those two words affected me, and he used them like a weapon, timed perfectly to make me feel completely undone.

As the kiss resumed, it became more urgent, more rhythmic. riki’s other hand drifted from my jaw to the small of my back, arching me up toward him until there wasn't a single millimeter of space left between us as i straddled him. The weight of my body was a comforting pressure to him, pinning him into the couch while my tongue danced with his in a slow, wet, and deliberate cadence. Every time I tried to pull him even closer, he’d let out a low, guttural moan into my mouth, a sound of pure satisfaction that told me he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

He eventually drifted away from my lips, trailing a path of searing kisses down my jawline and back to the sensitive spot just below my ear. He lingered there, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made my toes curl. 

"you're so reactivate.."

he murmured, his voice dripping with a playful sort of arrogance. 

"I love how you just fall apart for me." 

I shifted my hips, rubbing against him in a way that made his breath hitch, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that felt like it was stripping me bare.

I started to slowly grind back and forth on his lap.. then he caught my hips, pinning them gently but firmly against his lap so i stopped moving. He wasn't using much force but it was enough to make me not able to move. He looked up at me, his dark eyes shimmering with a mixture of affection and mischief. The way he looked at me.. like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, always made my chest tighten.

"what do you think you’re doing.. hm?" 

i didn’t respond.. i was to caught up in to my desires, so i was slightly embarrassed.

riki noticed my embarrassment, of course he did.. he notices everything.

his lips curling into that signature smirk. He released my wrists only to slide his hand down my side, his palm grazing my ribs before landing heavily on my thigh again. He didn't move his hand away.. instead, he began to rub slow, deliberate circles into my skin, his thumb pressing deep into the muscle. The warmth of his touch was dizzying, and I could feel my body betraying me, arching instinctively toward him.

He leaned in, his nose brushing against mine, his breath warm and steady. 

"you're so needy, angel.."

he teased, his voice dropping an octave. 

"Is that all it takes? just a few kisses and a little bit of praise to make you this desperate f’me?" 

He chuckled, a low sound that vibrated through my entire frame, and for a second, he just watched me, savoring the way my pupils dilated and my breathing became erratic. He loved the power he had over me, and more importantly, he loved that I let him have it.

The friction and heat of the moment eventually slowed into a heavy, satisfied silence, the kind where the only sound in the room was the synchronized thumping of two hearts trying to find their original rhythm. riki didn’t pull away immediately.. he stayed under me for a long while, his forehead resting against my shoulder, his breathing still a bit ragged. He gave me one last, lingering peck on the tip of my nose.. a sudden shift from the intensity of moments ago to something purely sweet, before he finally rolled off me with a contented sigh. He stretched his arms wide, his muscles rippling under his skin as he let out a long yawn that sounded almost like a purr.

"I think we should watch a movie.. yea?”

he murmured, his voice still thick and husky. He reached over and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, though he didn't get up, instead he draped me over his lap until I was tucked firmly under his arm, my head resting on his chest. The transition was seamless, moving from the electric tension of desire to the warm, domestic comfort that defined our life together.

"what are we watching?" 

I asked, my voice still a little raspy. I shifted, curling my legs up over his lap and nestling deeper into his side.

"Something that doesn't require any brain cells.."

he replied, scrolling through a streaming menu with a lazy flick of his thumb. He paused on a horror movie we had both seen a dozen times, a choice based more on the familiar background noise than the actual plot. As the opening credits rolled, riki shifted his position, sliding his hand back to my thigh, not to tease this time, but just to keep me anchored to him. He began to absentmindedly rub small circles into my skin, a gesture of affection that felt like a silent promise of safety.

The horror movie was less of a cinematic experience and more of a rhythmic backdrop to our shared silence. As the predictable screams filled the room, riki’s hand continued its slow, hypnotic journey across my thigh, his touch grounding me in a way that felt like home. We didn't really talk about the plot.. instead, we drifted into that comfortable, quiet space where words weren't necessary. Every few minutes, he would lean down and press a soft, lingering kiss to the top of my head, his lips grazing my hair with a tenderness that felt even more intimate than the passion from before.

As the credits began to roll, the amber light of the living room seemed to soften, pulling us deeper into the lull of the late hour. riki shifted, pulling me closer until I was practically on his lap again, my face tucked into the crook of his neck. He let out a long, satisfied sigh, his chest rising and falling in a steady pace. He began to murmur something about how tired he was, but he didn't let go. He just held me, his fingers tracing the line of my shoulder with a lightness that felt like a caress.

"cmon.. let's get you to bed, angel." 

he whispered, his voice now a gentle hum rather than a husky rasp. He stood up with a fluid motion, lifting me slightly as he shifted his weight, refusing to let me walk on my own. He guided me toward the bedroom, his arm anchored firmly around my waist as my legs wrapped around his waist. There was no teasing now, no demand for begging or praise.. just a quiet, overwhelming warmth that settled in my stomach. He treated me like something fragile and precious, a stark contrast to the possessive hunger he'd shown on the couch.

Once we reached the bedroom, the cool air of the room hit us, but riki quickly pulled the blanket back, ushering me into the sanctuary of the sheets. He climbed in beside me, the mattress dipping under his muscular frame. He didn't just lie down.. he pulled me back into his orbit, wrapping his arms and legs around me in a protective cocoon, his chin resting atop my head. I could feel the steady thrum of his heart against my back, a rhythmic reminder of the years we'd spent growing up together.

He pressed a final, slow kiss to the nape of my neck.. not one of passion, but one of pure, unadulterated affection. 

"goodnight pretty girl.." 

he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. 

"sleep well.. and make sure to dream of me." 

he let out a soft chuckle.. i felt a small, contented smile pull at my lips as I relaxed completely into him. The tension of the day and the electricity of the evening faded into a peaceful haze, replaced by the scent of his skin and the comforting weight of his embrace.

As the silence of the apartment settled around us, I felt the same sense of security I’d felt since high school, only now it was layered with something deeper, something that felt like a promise. riki tightened his hold for a brief moment, a silent acknowledgement that he wasn't going anywhere, before his breathing slowed into the heavy rhythm of sleep. Wrapped in his warmth, I closed my eyes, drifting off to the sound of my best friend's heartbeat, knowing that tomorrow would start exactly the same way.

“Riki! You're such a pervert,” you rolled your eyes and moved to sit between his legs, “I’m pretty sure you don’t want me going out naked, do you?” you twirled with a strand of your hair, giggling when his eyes darkened.

You crawled closer on your knees, reaching up to fiddle with a strand of his own messy hair. Gently, you lifted your free hand to rub his chest, letting out a breath when he leaned his head back against your hand. 

"You always look so good like this," you whispered, leaning in to press your glossed lips to the corner of his mouth. Carefully, you slid your hand down his chest, nails dragging over the thin fabric of his shirt until you reached the waistband of his black jeans. You pop the button open with practiced ease, tugging the zipper down while your other hand stays buried in his hair.

He was already half-hard when you pulled him out, warm and heavy in your palm. You stroked him slowly, thumb circling the head, spreading the bead of precum that leaked out. His hips twitched, but he stayed still, letting you play with his hair and his cock at the same time.

You leaned in closer, your breath ghosting over his lips as you muttered, "I want you to mess me up too."

Riki groaned low in his throat, his hands finally moving to grip your waist. He pulled you into his lap, your pink skirt riding up as you straddled him. The head of his cock pressed against your soaked panties, and he grinded up against you, the friction making you whimper. “Fuck, I love this skirt, so pretty and pink,” he growled, toying with the white bows on the side as he rutted up against you.

"Sit on it," he muttered, voice rough. He hooked his fingers into the side of your panties and yanked them to the side, exposing your dripping pussy. You lifted up slightly, allowing him to line himself up with your entrance before sinking down onto him. Moaning, you tugged at Riki’s hair, burying his face into your neck where he nipped and sucked on the skin there.

Riki's hands slid up under your tiny vest, unhooking your bra as you rode him. “Fuck, my pretty angel,”  he groaned, pulling up your vest until your chest was bare for him. He leaned down, breathing in your scent as he sucked on the top of your boobs. 

You bounced up and down on his dick, the sounds of your wetness and sweat squelching in the room. You let out a loud whimper, leaning to hide your face in Riki’s neck, holding tightly into his hair to ground yourself. 

"I know you can do more, baby," he panted, gripping your hips and slamming you back down onto him. The wet sounds of your pussy taking his cock filled the room, mixing with your moans and his ragged breathing. He hissed as you gave a particularly hard tug on his hair, biting harshly on your neck as a punishment.

Still bouncing, you licked a stripe up his throat, tasting the salt of his skin, before biting down on his jaw. Riki's cock throbbed inside you, and he flips you onto your back without pulling out, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other gripped yur hip hard enough to leave marks.

He pounded into you relentlessly, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts. Your outfit was completely disheveled. Skirt bunched up around your waist, vest and bra thrown somewhere, panties stretched to the side.

 "Gonna fill you up so good," he panted against your ear, his thrusting getting sloppier. "Gonna cum so deep in this tight little pussy,baby.”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, your walls fluttering around his cock as the coil inside your belly pulled tighter. The sight of his smeared eyeliner, the feeling of his hair between your fingers, the way he fucked you like he owns you—it all pushed you over the edge.

You came hard, back arching off the bed, pussy clenching around him. Riki followed right after, burying himself to your cervix and flooding you with his cum. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper and deeper.

When he finally pulled out, you could feel his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your thighs onto the sheets. Riki collapsed beside you, his hair even more of a mess, his eyeliner completely destroyed. You rolled onto your side and reached up to trace the black smudges around his eyes with your fingertip, “You’re so good at that,” you whisper, voice quiet.

Riki stared at your pretty eyes. He could stare at those all day. Fuck. He was getting hard again.

He caught your wrist before you could pull away, bringing your fingers to his mouth and sucking your index and middle finger, letting you feel the cool metal of his tongue piercing slide against your skin. 

The sensation made your breath hitch. He released your fingers with a wet pop and leaned in, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss. The metal stud drags over your tongue, teasing and insistent, and you fell for it, leaning in closer. 

Riki smirked into the kiss, biting down on your bottom lip as you giggled and sucked on his. “Fuck,” he drawled, tongue sliding welty against yours. You whimpered, arms around his neck while he pushed you down onto your back. His mouth travelled down,sucking on your jaw before he moved back upwards to suck on your tongue.

You pulled away, trying to catch your breath with Riki following your head insistently. Breathing heavily, a string of saliva connected both of your lips, drool coating your chin as you both made eye contact. 

Groaning loudly at your fucked out expression, he slammed his lips back onto yours, tongue sliding deep to the back of your throat as his hands moved down to pull off whatever clothing you still had on. 

Your own hand travelled down, pulling off his jeans completely before sliding back up to tug him closer by his hair. "Baby,” he muttered against your wet lips, “Can we have a round two?" 

Mind clouded by the thought of you and Riki having sex, you nodded, already sliding your hands down his chest, your pretty nails scratching his pale skin.

His hair fell forward into his eyes as he crawled down over your body, palms sliding over your thighs like they were the gates to heaven.

He settled between your legs, looking up at you with those hungry, smudged eyes. The black eyeliner was completely destroyed, smeared across his rosy cheeks. The sight made your pussy clench around nothing.

"Look at this mess," he muttered, smirking as he dragged two fingers through your slick folds. His cum is still leaked out of you, mixing with your own wetness, and he spread it around your clit before leaning in.

The first lick was slow and deliberate. histongue dragging from your entrance up to your clit, the cool metal of his piercing catching on the sensitive bud. You gasped at the sensation, hips twitching, and Riki's hands tightened on your thighs, “Stay still, princess.”

He buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking on your clit as you moaned loudly. The piercing caught against your clit every time he flicked his tongue over it, sending sparks through your body. He sucked your pussy between his lips, the tip of his tongue pressing against the swollen bud, and your fingers flew to his hair, tangling in the black and white strands.

"Fuck, Ki," you moaned, pushing his head down harder between your thighs. He groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your thighs shake, and pushed his tongue inside you. His piercing dragged along your inner walls as he ate you out, practically making out with your pussy as he lapped up the mixture of his cum and your slick.

He pulled back just enough to look at you again, chin shiny and wet. "Baby, you taste like fucking heaven," he said, voice rough. Then he dove back in, eating you out with a newly found intensity. 

Riki slid two of his fingers into your hold along with his tongue, scissoring your pussy with quick, jerky movements. 

You arched your back off the bed as he curled his fingers deep inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars. He sucked on your clit harder, rolling his piercing over the bud in tight circles. Your grip on his hair became almost painful as you pushed him deep into your heat. Although he didn’t seem to mind, groaning louder, grinding his hips against the mattress to relieve some of his own stress.

"Gonna make you cum on my tongue," he breathed against you, the words muffled but clear. "Want to feel you shake around me." He pumped his fingers faster, not stopping as he forced you closer and closer to the edge.

Your orgasm hit hard, your pussy clenching around his fingers as you cried out. Riki kept licking you through it, his tongue dragging over your sensitive clit until you were shaking and whimpering. Only then did he pull back, pressing a final kiss to your thigh before crawling up your body again.

His face was a mess, lips swollen and red, chin glistening with your cum, eyeliner running from his sweat. He kissed you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, the piercing clicking against your teeth as he pushed you into the soft plush of the matress.

He didn’t give you time to catch your breath before he slid back down between your thighs, his black and white hair brushing against your skin as he settled in again. His hands grip your hips hard enough to leave marks, pulling you closer to his mouth.

"Still so fucking wet," he murmured, dragging his tongue through your slick folds in one long stroke. The metal of his piercing caught on your entrance before he pushed it inside, fucking you shallowly with just the tip of his tongue. Your thighs trembled around his head.

He pulled back to suck your folds between his lips, the piercing rolling over the swollen bud in tight circles. He pushed his two fingers back into your pussy, curling against that spot that made your vision brighten and blur. He pumped them steadily while his tongue worked your clit, wet squelching sounds filling the room.

Your fingers found his hair again, tugging hard as he moaned against your entrance. Teasingly, Riki added a third finger, stretching you open while his tongue flicked faster into your tight pussy.

"Riki- fuck-" you whined, back arching as he sucked harder, fingers hitting the spotlight He showed no signs of stopping, tongue working along with his long fingers as your thighs shook deliciously around your head.

He pulled back just enough to let out a broken, “Can you cumin my tongue again?" before he dove back in. His fingers pumped faster, tongue pressing flat against your clit as he dragged his piercing over it. Your orgasm crashed through you, pussy camping down on his fingers while he licked you through it, the wet muscle of his tongue sliding sloppily against your folds.

Your cum flooded out onto his mouth and chin, soaking the bed sheets beneath you as your whole body trembled. “Ki!” you whined loudly, back arching as he kicked up all the remnants on your orgasm.

“Shit, you taste so good,” Riki groaned, pushing up to lay on top of you, your sweaty bodied tangling in the heat of your bedroom.

You looked up at him, pupils blown wide as you spoke, completely spent, “Your eyeliner looks better now, maybe we should do this every time before we go out,” you joked.

Riki smirked, dipping his head down to suck and bite at the skin on your neck, “You know I would never pass up on an opportunity like that, pretty thing,” he responded while licking your jaw, “that sounds like the best way to get ready every morning.”

You hummed, fingers sliding through his hair and scratching his head, “I’m going to get a shower… come with?” you giggled.

Is the first thing your friend says when you tell her you have a new job and you’re starting on monday. She leans closer, eyes a little too wide in your opinion and shakes her head like she’s just heard the dumbest thing ever. Which, granted is a sane reaction giving the bomb you just dropped on her, but if she knew the story behind it, she’d be even more shocked.

It all started a couple days ago in the subway. A bit Squid Game themed if you’re being honest, hence the weird feeling you’re still nursing. You were on the phone with your cousin, waiting for the next wagon to arrive and talking about the awful rent prices. Having just been fired from a corporate job for—and I quote—“not being smiley enough and using way too much sarcasm” (in your defense you only use it when someone’s being actively rude to you), you were left with unpaid debts and way too many bills. So you spent the entire commute shit talking the HR with your cousin, occasionally getting nasty looks from old people passing by.

At some point, the wagon started emptying and when your stop came, you were left alone in the station with a man in a suit. You didn’t pay him any mind, busy spewing nonsense about how the HR ‘had ugly eyebrows and a micropenis anyway’, but when you headed for the exit, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You remember turning around and having to look up because of how tall the man was. He was carrying a leather briefcase like he was headed to work and when his hand dropped to his side again you clocked the expensive-looking watch on his wrist.

“Excuse me?” he said, all serious.

You looked at him up and down, tilting your head to the side so he could see the very obvious phone pressed to your ear—your way of saying ‘read the room’. But he didn’t in fact ‘read the room’, instead his hand dove in his suit pocket and he dug out a square-shaped piece of paper. It was some sort of business card, a yellow piece of paper with the words ‘Hotline 1OO9’ in the middle and a name on top. Park Jongseong. He held his hand out and adjusted his tie with the other one.

“Let me call you back hold on.” you told your cousin, scoffing before you hung up and put the phone in your back pocket. “Yes?”

The man gave a curt nod and spoke, “I don’t want to come across as weird or sound like a creep, but I’ve been listening to your voice on the subway and I was really interested by the rasp—”

“I’m tired, I wanna go home, so if this is a scam i’m really not in the mood and you can fuck off.” you cut him, sighing aggravated.

“It’s not. I run a freelance company, we work over the phone with clients and I really found your voice interesting, with all due respect. So I decided to just come talk to you, see if you were interested in the whole thing. I’m not really big on scouting people in the street because this is delicate but we’re a…sex hotline company. But you just sounded too good for me to walk away, I hope that’s not disrespectful.” the man explained, lips coming in a tight line.

You rolled your eyes, slightly offended that he thought this was a good idea and you grabbed your phone again, ready to leave, “I’m not interested, thank you.”

He must’ve felt the prejudice in your eyes when you heard the sex work part so he drew his hand back, giving you a little more space, “Its not a cam-girl company or anything. Our staff is mainly men and they only interact with clients on the phone. But i’ll leave you alone, have a good day.”

You nodded, lips drawn in a tight line and you reciprocated the farewell, turning around to head for the exit. But before you could walk up the stairs, the man spoke again.

“It pays well. You know, rent is getting awfully high these days… and my company takes this into consideration. How does 5O,OOO a year sound?”

The bastard.

Needless to say you took the business card, feigning indifference, and the second you got back home you turned on your computer.

You were jobless and on a very thin line money wise, so naturally you had to look into a it a little bit, or else you’d risk ending up in the streets because no company voluntarily seeks out a girl with a diploma so weak. A generic business diploma from a low-ranked private school wasn’t going to cut it, you knew it—so desperate times called for a little reddit deep dive.

The several Google searches didn’t give much detail, just a cryptic website with a phone number and a list of employee names with no picture whatsoever. But when you saw the date of creation of the company, you deduced that it was a very new one and so the website was new aswell.

It was weird really, that guy—you assumed his name was Park Jongseong— was fairly young, why would he go out of his way to create a sex phone line company in 2026? It was pretty much a dead practice, no one sought it out anymore and preferred watching porn or cam girls. What was the point of competing with only fans and trying to revive a dead business?

You typed the company name on reddit anyway, trying to see if this had any sort of Squid Game resemblance, if you were getting yourself into a dangerous survival game or something. But nothing much came up, just a 2 weeks old comment saying,

‘I’m surprised they still do these sex hotline things, I was interested and booked an appointment out of curiosity and as a 63 year old man, it brought so many 80s memories! The downside is that there’s only one woman worker there. But for the homosexual folks, the guys sound very hot ;)’

Well. At least it wasn’t a man-only company—in the optics of you reaching out to them. But only one woman worker sounded a little bit sketchy, not something you’d generally go for. You entered the redditor’s account and found he had fortunately posted something else about the hotline.

The calls are a bit expensive, i’ll give you that. But it’s really worth it, even if you’re not calling to jack off. My favorite one is Jake, you can tell he’s naturally submissive and not just acting. Refreshing to see submissive men in that industry!

You sighed when you found yourself in a dead-end. There was nothing else about that company, and for all you know this could be a staff member self promoting under a spam account, but for some reason it felt like you could give it a try. Not out of selflessness—the moral compass was dead—more out of desperation. It only accentuated the dilemma when you closed the tabs and found yourself starring at the dismissal notice your old employer had kindly left in your inbox.

You tilted your head and looked into the mirror across the room. You smiled at your reflection, wide, teeth and all, and cringed at the unnatural sight. When you tried again, you made it less dramatic and tried grinning with your eyes too.

Fuck them for saying you weren’t smiley enough. You could smile alright.

Your friend now looks back at you, leaning with her elbows on her thighs. “So you just took the job? Do you have a fucking survival instinct y/n?”

You shake your head, “I’d rather work a sketchy job than loose my independence and have to crash at my parents’ place.”

She raises both eyebrows, incredulous, “Well hello? I’m right here, I have a spare bedroom youu know you can always count on me, girl.”

“Did you hear the part about independence baby? You know i’m grateful though, right?” you say, playing with a hair band on your wrist. “It’s not the topic, like I know you’d take me in but I’d rather not loose my apartment at all, you know?”

She makes a small approving sound and leans back on the couch, “Yeah, nevermind. I just never pegged you for the type to work at a sex line, it’s really out of character. You’re always talking about pervy old creeps and stuff…”

You raise a finger, tilting your head like in the cartoons when they have a smart thing to say, “Well, guess what? They have a very specific way of working. You’re not allowed to fake it, if you’re uncomfortable and not into the call you can always say no. The caller will be reimbursed and that’s it. And also apparently the guys who work there are always listening and making sure their colleagues are not weirded out and stuff. All about consent and boundaries.”

Your friends snorts, “Damn, it’s a little crew of woke sex workers.”

You roll your eyes, throwing a pillow at her, “I don’t know it just gives me good vibes you know? After all there’s some very lonely people who want to talk you know? And if they wanna have a wank then be it, as long as they don’t ask me to like.. bark for them or something.”

“And what if they do? What happens then, huh?” she muses, tilting your chin towards you. “You’re not gonna just cancel every phone call, cause let me tell you something, there’s a lot of guys who like submissive women.”

“Well, I don’t know, I have boundaries you know? Submissive is…fine, I guess. As long as they don’t call me their slut I’ll be fine.” you shrug, snapping the band on your wrist.

She giggles, bouncing on her seat like a manic, “I definitely wanna see that. I can’t even imagine it, that shit’s gonna be so funny. You’re like the most dominant girl I know.”

Well, turns out capitalism is the one dominating you. You’re not really on top of the sex food chain anymore because the cost-of living-crisis is fucking you in the ass. A sandwich costs 12 dollars at the subway station near your new job, so you decide to go to work with an empty stomach because there’s no way you’re going to spend your last couple bucks on a chicken sandwich. You’ll eat at lunch anyway.

The company is fairly close to your apartment, only a couple subway stops away in a wealthy neighborhood. It’s surprising how nice the little building looks—although of course they only rent out one floor it seems like they get enough clients to be in this part of town.

You straighten your clothes and buzz at the door, your paperwork in hand. A couple seconds later, the door beeps open by itself and you’re step into a small corridor that leads to an elevator. The buttons all have a name for each company, and it turns out Hotline 1OO9 is on the 3rd floor, under a Japanese food brand. You press the button and fix your hair in the mirror, putting a small clip on the smallest hairs at the front of your face.

The second the elevator doors open you’re in a dimly lit hallway with the ugliest yellow walls ever. You look around, waiting for someone to receive you, but you quickly find a sign on the door that says, “Please do knock on the door, we don’t have a receptionist yet.”

You do just that, and a few seconds later you hear rapid footsteps and a man’s voice saying something inaudible. When the door opens, it’s a tall lanky guy that comes out, he’s wearing a suit but apparently slacks weren’t an option because he’s replaced them by oversized pajama pants with small cartoon imprints on them. He sees your eyes track down to his legs and cringes.

“Oh fuck—sorry. Hello, you’re y/n right? I’m sorry, we were doing photos for the website and I didn’t want to put slacks on, we didn’t get the aircon yet so it’s so hot inside.” he looks down at himself, embarassed. “Come in come in, i’ll call the boss.”

The first thing you think is that it’s so different from a corporate job, you’ve never seen an employee talk so casually inside the company building, much less show up to work in pajama pants. Secondly, when you take a quick glance across the room you notice the lack of desks, there’s only a couch and beanbags, an open kitchen and a big door with a sign that says, “don’t interrupt sexy time”.

“So, I heard you didn’t even need to do a job interview or anything? Boss just found you in the street and decided to hire you.” the guy makes small talk as he heads towards said door.

Come on, what would Park Jongseong even have to ask you in a job interview. If you’ve ever had phone sex? If you’ve ever made a guy cum?

You nod, “Yeah basically.”

The young man opens the door, he silently pads inside and you’re left alone in what seems to be the break-room/reception. There’s a coupe moving boxes—you suppose they haven’t had time to unpack everything yet—and a big pile of paperwork on the coffee table near the sofa. You instantly get closer, trying to see if they’re court filings or something of the sort. You can never be too sure. But it turns out it’s just forms and electricity bills.

When you hear footsteps you instantly straighten up and hold your own documents closer to your chest. This time the tall guy is accompanied by none other than the boss.

Jongseong is wearing a suit (with the slacks) and the same watch he had the other day—which if you look closer looks like a Roblox. He looks at you with a pleased smile and holds out his hand to shake yours.

“It’s nice to see you y/n,” he briefly squeezes your hand, “This is Nishimura Riki, he’s our main guy, everyone requests him. I’ll introduce you to everyone and then we’ll do a quick meeting in my office, how’s that sound?”

You walk past Riki, following him in the room. The walls are fully black inside, theres a couple of pods aligned like little telephone booths with pink neon lights all over them, it looks like a strip club with just a little hint of office elements such as a printer and a bulletin board. That’s it, the rest is neon lights and apparently…5 guys and a girl standing in the middle of the room.

They seem oddly out of place, is the first thing that comes to your mind. All of them are in suits and the girl in a professional looking dress, one of them—a tall guy who looks a bit like deer—holds a camera in his hands.

“Oh god..” Jongseong sighs as he sees one of the guys dusting off crumbs from his suit, mouth full of chips. “Everyone this is y/n. I count on you to treat her with respect and to show her around the office, explain the basics and help her out if needed.”

The guys nod, all 5 of their eyes raking over your whole face and body, and the girl smiles until her teeth show. You feel a little bit exposed so you let out an awkward laugh. “Hi, nice to meet you.” you bow politely.

It’s a mishmash of simultaneous answers, a couple ‘hey’s and smiles, then Jongseong walks to them and taps each of their shoulders as he introduces them, “This one’s Lee Heeseung” he’s tapping on the guy with a camera, “this one’s Yang Jungwon, this is Sim Jake, this is Park Sunghoon and this is Kim Sunoo.”

They’re all pretty in their own ways, Heeseung has big eyes that look like they have some kind of special effect lighting in them, Jungwon’s face is very expressive, Sunghoon looks a bit more reserved but still gives a shy smile, and Jake just grins all the time like he’s genuinely just a happy guy. But the prettiest one is definitely Sunoo—they’re all insanely attractive but he catches your eye immediately with his doll-like face.

“And this is our only—well second female staff now, her name’s Haejin.” Jongseong points to the girl. She looks gorgeous, she has these big black eyes and when she looks at you, you can already tell she’s going to be a sweetheart.

See if you would’ve been working in an office with only hot people at your last job, you would’ve made an effort to smile more.

2 hours in, you learn that despite its lack of internet presence Hotline 1OO9 is a fairly successful new company. As soon as the staff is done with their website photoshoot, they instantly get back to work in their little phone cabins, diligently picking up calls. It’s a surprise that there are so many customers really—in your mind this was a very underground thing that only Patrick, 63 year old on Reddit knew about. But no, it seems like the customer are just very secretive with what they choose to do in their free time and don’t go out of their way to recommend it on social media.

There’s a friendly atmosphere in the office, like they’ve known each other for a long time, they joke around and it doesn’t really feel like the typical workspace. Refreshing.

In Park Jongseong’s personal room you go over paperwork, the whole hiring process ordeal and a couple of rules that sound totally innate to you. The boss sits in a leather chair across his desk and hands you some forms to sign.

“Okay, these are confidentiality clauses and a couple other things I need you to go over. This one regards your paychecks and this other one I also need you to sign.”

You grab his pen and start going over the documents, knee bouncing over the table. Jongseong observes you quietly, chin propped on his hand like he’s trying to figure out whether you’re uncomfortable or not.

“Are you okay y/n?” he goes.

“Yeah I’m fine, just a little nervous about messing this up is all.” you admit, putting the pen down and sliding the documents over to him.

“Mmh, I know, a lot of my employees felt the same way the first time. So here’s what I had in mind, how about I assign you to a phone call with a female customer? She’s very respectful and nice, a long time client. Only if that’s okay with you though, if women aren’t your preference or anything that’s fine.” Jongseong offers, a thoughtful look on his sculpted face.

Ah, if only he knew.

“That would be very good actually. I think I might not feel that much pressure with a girl.” you nod.

“Perfect, then it’s settled. But if you have any doubts or need any guidance you can always talk to the rest of the employees, they’re really nice you’ll see. They can even give you a few lessons.”

A while after going through basic stuff, including whats required in calls, prompts etcetera, you’re walking inside the neon room along with Nishimura Riki who kindly guides you to a phone cabin. His blonde hair sits messy on his head and the top buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned due to the lack of aircon.

“Call me if you need anything okay?” he winks before shutting the glass door and walking away.

You pick up the phone that’s dangling from the wall, it’s a hot pink case that looks like the ones in those 80s sitcoms. There’s a little leather chair at the corner of the pod, you take a seat and look at the wall. You tell yourself that this is fine, that it’s for the money and that there’s no shame in such a work but really your main concern is embarrassing yourself on the call and not knowing how to entertain these people. You’ve been in a couple relationships and phone sex was a recurrent topic but talking dirty to strangers is a whole other topic.

When the phone in your hands rings, you almost jump, startled.

On the other side of the glass door, you spot Sim Jake watching you from his own pod. When he sees you jump, a small glint of amusement flashes in his eyes before he quickly looks away.

You pick up the call, relaxing in your seat to give the impression you know what you’re doing and you smile, hoping it’ll make your voice sound warm. “Hey, welcome to Hotline 1OO9, this is y/n, how are you doing today?”

The voice on the other end is low, the kind you’d get flustered by in real life. “Hi y/n, I’m good how are you?”

“I’m doing great thank you. This is actually my first time so I hope this will be enjoyable for you.” you say, fiddling with the fabric of your skirt.

“Don’t worry, you have a really pretty voice so this is already going well. Plus I’m not that demanding, I’d like to know your limits and boundaries if that’s okay?” she asks.

“Thank you, you sound very pretty too. For the limits i’m practically open to anything, feel free to talk about any topic.” you tell her.

She chuckles on the other end, “Okay, if you say so. But let me know if i’m saying something that makes you feel uncomfortable okay?”

She sounds really kind, so you hum, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you know, but i’m pretty sure I won’t need to. So, tell me a little more about what you’re hoping from today?”

“Honestly just a nice little chat, I’m…well I live in a very small town and I’d be a pariah if I ever came out of the closet so you know…I can’t really date girls there. The first time I called Hotline 1OO9 it was mainly to have phone sex, i’m no liar. But I talked to Haejin a couple times and it felt so comforting. I felt much less lonely, so I don’t really mind if this stays sfw you know?” the girl chuckles.

“I get it, I’m sure we can figure out the vibes throughout the call. Just know i’m open to both, whatever you need sweetheart.” you smile, genuinely this time.

When you look outside the pod, you find Heeseung and Jake watching you curiously. They’re leaning on the wall of their own pod and as soon as you spot them they quickly look away.

“Thank you, that’s nice to hear. Have I already told you how pretty your voice sounds?” she responds.

You look back at the wall, “I’m sure you did a couple seconds ago, but I liked it. You know when you can tell someone is pretty by the sound of their voice? That’s exactly how I feel about you.”

The girl chuckles, “Is it weird that sweet girls turn me on so much? I must be so deprived.”

“Well if that’s what you like I can be even sweeter. I bet I can even come up with sweet things to say if you tell me what you’re wearing right now” you tease, confidence coming easier than expected.

Turns out you’re a natural…?

“I’m wearing a tank top and my underwear,” she says, and you hear the phone move a bit.

“Mmh, soft little tank top? Is it tight?” you ask.

“It is, what are you wearing y/n?” she pushes back, tauntingly.

“I’m wearing a tank top too, and summer shorts.”

You’re not. You’re actually wearing office attire but she doesn’t have to know.

“Cute. Before anything, do you like being called a good girl y/n? Is that something you’re comfortable with?” you hear her take a soft panting breath, is she already turned on? Did you do good?

You’re tempted to ask her if you’re doing good, for the first time of your life you’re seeking approval. You contemplate the question for a quick second. You’ve never been called that and you’ve already unconsciously made up your mind about it, for some reason. It’s not something you’d ever ask your partner to call you, but it would be a stretch to say it makes you uncomfortable.

“You can call me anything you want pretty.” you respond, one leg crossing over the other.

“Mmh, atta girl.” she smiles on the other end. “I just want your voice and your attention. Can you do that?”

Well damn it if she doesn’t sound hot. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Soft voice for me, please. You’re not in charge right now. You’re just here to listen and answer when I ask.” you feel her get more and more comfortable but your habits get the best of you. You’re not used to being what she’s asking for.

“Alright, soft voice. I’m sorry,” you apologize, shifting in your seat.

“That’s better. Tell me how it feels, hearing me talk like that?” she rasps.

“Strange. I keep wanting to flip it and ask what you’re doing. It’s harder than I thought to just… stay quiet and follow.” you admit. You can tell she noticed the stiffness in your voice.

“That’s okay. You’re allowed to find it hard. You’re still doing it. You’re being a good girl just by trying.”

“…Thank you. I’m not used to hearing that.” you swear you feel something in the pit of your stomach when she utters those tempting words, and your thighs squeeze together for a brief second.

“You don’t have to know how to answer it perfectly. Just take it, okay? I’m gonna touch myself while I talk to you, but you stay still. Hands where they are. No touching.” she orders.

When she hears you hum, she presses, “Words baby. I need words.”

You almost gasp, clutching the phone tightly, “Yes, hands staying put. I’m sorry I don’t really know how to—”

“Shh, it’s fine. You’re doing good.” the words send sparks down your spine until they reach your core. “You’re fine. Tell me you’re my good girl.”

You take a deep breath. Outside, Heeseung and Jake are still pretending they’re not quietly observing, but you can tell they’re seeing your state. It should be embarrassing because they’re complete strangers and you’re the most vulnerable you’ve ever been sexually, but it isn’t. You like them watching, probably speculating in their heads, wondering if you’re aroused or extremely uncomfortable.

Truth is, both are mingling together in your head.

“I’m your… good girl?” you reply.

It comes out with a little interrogation at the end, and you instantly feel as stupid as ever. First day on the job and you’ve probabl already lost a client.

You didn’t expect to come out of your very first call with soaked panties and a dizzy head.

It’s funny how a confident woman can turn the sassiest girl into an embarrassed mess. But you can only admit you liked it, liked the attention and the care. Even more when she reassured you and praised you. That made you feel things you’d never felt before—as silly as it sounds—you’ve never expected to feel this way about a complete stranger.

Your panties are uncomfortably clinging to your pussy as you exit the pod, closing the door behind you. How much of a horn dog are you to be turned on by your job?

Heeseung and Jake instantly get off the wall and clear their throat, “Hey, how did it go?” Jake says with a small smile.

“It went good,” you reply before reframing, “Actually it went kind of bad. I hope I didn’t make us loose a client on my first day.”

Heeseung lifts an eyebrow, “How bad?”

You let out a self deprecating scoff, “I didn’t really know what I was doing, like at all. I expected her to let me lead but it was the opposite.”

Jake observes you, eyes trailing down to your bare legs involuntarily. He catches the tension there and quickly averts his gaze.

“Oh don’t worry, you just have to learn. Jungwon was like that at first but he got better and now he’s comfortable with a lot of different things.” Heeseung reassures you, lightly touching your forearm.

“What about Jungwon?” you hear a voice say behind you.

Turning around, you fall face to face with Yang Jungwon himself, holding a cup of coffee and a cookie wrapped in tissue.

“I was telling y/n about how it took you a while to learn the whole sub thing.” his colleague explains, leaning back against the wall lie he was earlier.

“Oh yeah, it was so weird at first. Random men telling me to be a good boy and take it, eugh. But I learned to enjoy some sides of it and not take it too seriously.” Jungwon explains.

It sounds a little bit off, like he shouldn’t just endure it because it’s part of the job, but you don’t say anything. Instead you’re surprised when he holds out the cookie in his hand before you.

“Here, I got this for you.” he smiles.

You take the sweet in your hand, “Oh thank you! You’re too sweet,”

It’s a caramel and black chocolate cookie, one of your favorites, and it tastes like heaven when you eat a piece of it. Jake mumbles something like, “what about me? I wanted a cookie too,” but you’re the only one who seems to hear.

“Don’t worry about it, how did your first call go?” Jungwon asks, siping on his coffee.

“Awkward. For her definitely. I was a mess, i feel like I wasted her money.” you admit with a self deprecating chuckle.

“I’m sure it’s fine, she can complain to customer service but trust me she won’t.” Jake affirms. “If you ever need pointers, stuff like that, you can let us know.”

Jungwon nods vehemently, “Totally, I’d be happy to help you out. I remember when I was a newbie Riki helped me out a lot and it went smoother afterwards.”

“Love you too man,” a deep voice cuts in.

It’s Nishimura Riki entering the room. He’s changed into casual clothes and ditched the cartoon pants, his hairs a little messy and he looks unfairly good.

“What’s up y/n? How was it?” he asks, almost like an old friend.

“Well, let’s just say I need some help.” you finish your cookie, wiping your mouth with the little tissue.

Riki clicks his tongue, “Anytime,” he looks at you up and down shamelessly, not even bothering to be subtle, and he smirks. “We can talk over lunch. Haejin and Sunoo are gonna eat out but we’ll all be here in the break room.”

A couple hours later and another two more calls in your record, you slip out of your booth. It went somehow smoother. The first guy was just a lonely guy who ended up crying instead of jerking off—which almost triggered your tears because of how sensitive you are—and the second guy was submissive at best, vanilla at worst.

The neon room is empty and everyone seems to have gone to the break room to grab lunch. You open the door and see that they’re already there.

Riki and Jungwon are sitting on a red leather sofa, Jake’s thrown on a beanbag along with Heeseung who’s on the floor eating chips, Sunghoon’s on a metallic chair with a rubik’s cube in his hand, laughing at something Riki’s saying.

“Oh y/n, come sit, come sit.” Jungwon lifts his head up and smiles. “We were just talking about Riki’s next client and how you could maybe listen to their call to get the hang of it.”

You take a sit on the only spot available which is next to him on the couch. Jungwon makes some space for you and hands you a paper towel and chopsticks when he sees you open your bag and take out a tupperware with last night’s meal.

“That would be awkward wouldn’t it? And what if the person doesn’t want that?” you cringe.

Riki responds, “Nah, she won’t mind. She’s a regular and she’s kind of into the whole humiliation and being heard thing. I’ll let her know beforehand though.”

You hum, considering it, but before you can say anything Sunghoon buts in, “What’s the problem though, when you do it what do you find hard?”

You dig into your meal, relaxing on the back of the couch like you’ve known these people for a long time. “Everything. Like to submit in general, I’ve never been… I hope i’m not oversharing but anyway, I’ve never been told what to do and I’m not sure how to respond or what to do, you know?”

Sunghoon nods comprehensively, “If you freeze or don’t know what to say, it’s completely okay to admit it, you know? You could say ‘I’m not sure what to do right now’, some people even like that, the honesty.”

“Yeah, and keep your responses short, just focus on listening and following one small instruction at a time. That’s already submitting.” Heeseung adds, eating his salad.

You feel insanely integrated already, almost like in preschool when you talk to people and instantly become friends with no need for introductions. Except well, you’re ‘bonding’ over bdsm right now, as insane as that sounds.

“Sounds easy but my brain becomes mush when I’m in the moment.” you shrug.

“How did the other two calls go?” Jake asks, now lying on the beanbag.

“First guy ended up crying. Wife left him and he’s lonely. The second guy was okay, he let me take the lead.” you explain.

“Oh so that’s why, I thought I was hallucinating when I saw your eyes get teary.” Heeseung chuckles. “I was walking by, almost knocked cause I thought you were gonna cry because of him.”

“No, I almost crying with him. Kinda caught me off-guard” you smile, recalling his sad voice. “But then I thought ‘what if his wife left him because he was an awful dude’ and got my shit together.”

Riki gives an amused smirk, “Perks of anonymity. I always wonder who’s on the other end—like imagine I’m dirty talking to someone who’s on an FBI watchlist?”

Everyone laughs as they finish their food and when all meals are practically empty, Park Jongseong emerges from his office.

“Already laughing together? That’s good.” he smiles, heading towards the open kitchenette and opening the fridge. “How’d it go y/n?”

You tell him about your first experience and the rest of the morning while Jongseong sits on the chair Sunghoon gives him. He listens and gives the same advice the others provided, before suggesting—just like they did—that you listen to one of their calls.

You learn after a bit of talking that he prefers to be called Jay, that Jongseong’s his official name but it sounds too serious. Everyone shares their age, and it turns out you’re right in the middle, Heeseung being older than you. You all chat cheerfully until Jay’s phone rings loudly in his office and it breaks the moment, calling the end of lunch break.

“Alright, sit down and make yourself comfortable.” Riki says as he opens the door of his phone cabin.

You do just that, sinking down on the little armchair on the conrner of the pod while he takes the other one. Riki extends his legs before him, man spreading on the chair as he grabs the phone in hand.

You think he’s going to say something but his eyes wander outside the pod and his eyebrows cock. “Nosy fuckers.” he mutters.

You follow his gaze and find Heeseung and Jake peeking inside, their hands on the glass like two kids. Do they have some sort of curiosity problem?

Riki gets up and reaches for something on the ceiling of the pod, his shirt lifting and revealing a hint of skin and what looks like a tattoo on his hipbone. This is the type of man you’d gush over outside of work, tall, lean and tattooed. But you have to focus on the task at hand.

He unhooks something and a thick curtain suddenly covers the glass door and plunges the room into darkness. “Shit, didn’t think this through.” he mutters, reaching blindly for the wall.

You stand up to help him find the the light but only end up bumping into him in the process. You feel your forehead hit Riki’s chest and when he finds the light switch you’re entirely too close. You swear you see him smirk as he sits back down on his armchair, spreading his legs like he owns the place.

It should infuriate you—you hate men who do that—but he looks good doing it, and as opposed to the men on the subway he’s doing it on his own armchair and not bothering anyone. Or yeah, maybe he’s just hot and that excuses it.

When the phone rings, Riki looks at you for a second, trying to read your face before he hits the button. “You okay?”

You nod, “Yeah yeah, go ahead.”

“Good girl,” Riki rasps.

You immediately freeze eyes narrowing in confusion, but the tone of his voice sends shivers running down your arms for some reason. He starts chuckling, clutching the phone on his lap, “Relax, it was just to set the mood.”

When you roll your eyes, avertin your gaze, he says a quick ‘Alright, just listen.” before he picks up the call.

“Afternoon,” Riki greets, a smug little look on his face like he just knows hes gonna do some damage.

You don’t hear the conversation at first, so you wonder what the point of it even is, it’s not like you need lessons in being dominant…

“There you are, how are you tonight?” he asks, one draped over his lap in a way that makes him look even manlier—if that’s even possible.

You see him nod before he replies to whatever she said, “Good. Before we start, I have someone here with me, she’d love to hear what a good girl sounds like when she’s being led. And I know you’re a good girl so you’re the perfect example she could get, am I right baby? I’m gonna put you on speaker so she can listen, you comfortable with that?”

There’s a pause during which she says something and he listens attentively, but his eyes are set on you. It’s like he’s silently making sure you’re giving him your full attention. The lesson’s gonna go really well if he keeps looking at you like that.

“Mmh, I thought you might. Say it clearly for her.” Riki smirks, a playful glint in his dark eyes. He clicks on the speakerphone button and puts it between the both of you.

“I’m okay with her listening, sir. I like being heard.”

She sounds young, in her late 20s and is already slightly out of breath. Very much like a specific someone… just not exactly for the same reason. You’re struggling to breathe because the room is a bit narrow and you’re bordering claustrophobia right now. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself instead of admitting you’re intimidated and also never thought your first day would go like that.

“Good girl. She’s sitting quietly right now, just observing. You’re going to stay honest and clear for both of us. Understood?” Riki continues.

And you feel his words in your stomach, cutting thought the barrier of embarrassment and principles because apparently you’ve left those out the door this morning.

“Yes sir.” the woman answers obediently, and you wish you could say you’re taking mental notes but really you’re focused on the 6ft something man whose gaze is bored into you. You know he’s trying to ‘set the mood’ or whatever, but it sure feels personal.

“Tell me where you are and what you’re wearing.” he questions.

“I’m in my bedroom… on my knees beside the bed, like you usually want. I’m only wearing my panties. Nothing else. My hands are in my lap like you said last time.” she replies, breath hitching like she’s getting turned on by her own submission.

“That’s good, hands stay in your lap ‘kay? You’re not touching yourself until I say so. You’re just gonna kneel there and answer me while she listens to every word. Clear?”

Yeah it feels personal. You cross your legs, feeling way too exposed and your hands fiddle with your skirt nervously.

“Yes sir, clear.”

“Then start by telling her what you are when you’re on the phone with me, baby.” Riki toys with the cord of the phone, looking at you all the while like he’s seeking your full focus.

“I’m a desperate slut who needs to be told what to do, sir.” her voice comes out smaller, you take notes on the tone and the specific words.

Riki clicks his tongue, “Louder. She’s right here. She needs to hear it properly.” The woman repeats it louder and he hums in approval, “Better. You’re doing good. You gonna keep being good for me okay, now spread your legs nice and wide. Keep your hands in your lap— don’t touch.“

There’s a small rustle of movement on the other end before she says in a small voice, “They’re spread sir.”

“That’s a good girl, does it feel nice being heard like that?”

You’re captivated by this stranger under the weirdest circumstances of your life. The way he talks sends warmth pooling in your lower stomach and you feel like an intruder.

The woman hums, “It feels… humiliating. But in the way that makes me wetter.“

Alright, too much information, you think, looking up at the ceiling to try and escape his gaze. The longer you listen the more you ge the hang of it, she doesn’t try to perform, she just does as she’s told, it’s not that complicated. Your thighs press together on the seat, and you’re pretty damn sure Nishimura Riki has noticed it but at least he has office etiquette and doesn’t say anything about it.

Not that anything about this screams ‘office’…

You stand up, legs a little wobbly. No kink shaming but this isn’t really your thing, and you don’t want to start hearing her flick the bean, as much as you’re curious about how Riki would sound talking her through it—

“Going?” the young man’s eyes follow your figure.

“Yup, think I got what I needed,” you whisper, low enough that the customer doesn’t hear.

The next few days are better. You slowly get the hang of it until you’re on a call with a man on your third day, and things go a lot smoother. It starts coming naturally, the pace, the words, everything starts being a little easier once you imagine it’s Nishimura Riki on the phone—

Major slip-up. What you meant is that Riki’s such a good mentor that it feels reassuring to imagine him because he’s not a stranger anymore.

Or at least that’s what you’ve established after eating together for a whole week straight on lunch breaks, sharing details of your lives with the other colleagues and joking around. They’re all extremely friendly and you quickly learn that they’ve all had some sort of financial problems which led to them being desperate for a job.

They’re not even surprised when you share that you were suspicious of Jay when approached you in the subway like the recruiter in Squid Games. They say he likes to do funky stuff like that for the love of the game and joke that he probably had a crush and didn’t know how to shoot his shot so went with the business approach.

You find that hard to believe since Jay hasn’t really talked to you all that much these past few days, but it’s not like it’s important anyway.

You begin noticing that Haejin is the sweetest person alive, she’s genuinely kind and means well—a nice upgrade from your old colleagues who didn’t hesitate to talk shit about you in front of the male staff just to get their attentions—she’s soft spoken and gives amazing advice on how to make the dirty talk flow. Granted that’s not something you thought you’d ever talk about with a woman you’ve only known for a couple days but she’s got a way of making you feel at ease, so much so that you end up telling her over the course of lunch, that you haven’t sex in a few months.

“How do you even live?” Haejin groans like she’s been hurt.

You snort, knife digging in your reheated steak, “I’m doing just fine. Kind of tense with all that sex talk all day long, but it’s fine.”

Haejin nods avidly, “I know right? I was just like you when I first started working here. But then I just became the horniest bitch ever. There’s no other way to put it.”

You chuckle at the curse word coming out of her sweet sweet mouth, “Its like i’m having foreplay all day but no real sex.”

“Oh I totally get it. Even the guys weren’t like that when I first met them. We all came here around the same time and I remember Jake for example, he was so calm and sweet. Now he’s gone mad, one time he even got a boner in the neon room. But don’t repeat it though, or he’ll be embarrassed.” Haejin whispers secretively.

Jake is sitting across the room on one of the beanbags, his phone in hand. He’s wearing jeans a t-shirt that really brings out the color of his eyes and—

Yeah, to be honest it’s just a white t shirt, nothing to do with his eyes. What it brings out though, is the outlines of his broad chest.

“I feel like that’s just natural, it’s basically sex all day long, how can you not react?” you reply, one hand covering your mouth like a true gossiper.

“Er, yeah. You’re probably right. He’s not even the only one, it’s like working with a bunch of sexually frustrated guys. Thank God they’re respectful though.” she affirms.

You look around the room, only Jake and Sunoo are here, Sunoo on the red leather couch doing god knows what on his phone. The rest of them are in the neon room probably working and Jay is out of town for a meeting.

“What you got this afternoon?” Haejin asks you, her fork raised in the air.

“A call with the guy who cried the other day and then a new client. The rest I don’t know yet, I’m waiting for the boss to send in my schedule.” you tell her.

“I’ll get you some tissues jeez, that one’s gonna be tough. Sometimes all these guys need is a therapist I swear.” Haejin rolls her eyes amused.

Before you can even answer, the phone rings on the front desk—or more like the kitchen aisle that Jay has transformed into a reception desk for the lack of one. Haejin grunts but you stand up before she can, “Don’t worry I got it.”

You pick up the call, it’s a delivery guy telling you there’s a package for Hotline 1OO9. “Yep, i’ll be here in a second, let me just get someone.” you reply when he tells you that they’re heavy boxes.

You put the phone down and look at Haejin who’s currently finishing her poke bowl, Jake and Sunoo are also munching on a sandwich so you decide to go call someone else and let them eat in peace.

A couple seconds later you’re softly opening the door to the neon room and peeking inside. It’s practically silent but you can see Riki, Sunghoon and Heeseung are in their respective sound proof booths on a call. In the corner of the room on a little chair he’s probably moved, Jungwon’s sitting with his phone, chin resting on his fist.

“Jungwon.” you whisper shout, hoping he’ll hear.

His head snaps up instantly and his once bored face turns into a smile. “What’s up?”

You point behind you and he understands, standing up to come join you he closes the door behind him. “There’s a delivery guy with some heavy boxes, can you come help me?”

Jungwon nods, following suit as you head out the office. In the elevator there’s a long silence before the doors open to the main entry and you fall face to face with 6 big boxes—screw that, huge boxes. They’re stacked haphazardly in the middle of the main entryway, practically blocking the doors. For a second, you just stand there, staring at them.

“What the heck is this? Did the boss even say anything about some packages?” Jungwon blinks several times, arms already tired just with the sight. He greets the delivery guy and signs the receipts.

“Not to me anyway.” you say when he leaves, crouching in front of one of the boxes and looking for a tag. When you find a tiny tag with an eggplant drawing you instantly understand. “That’s a box of penises.”

Jungwon snorts, surprised. “What?” he crouches next to you, his arms brushing yours and he takes a look at the side of the box. “Yeah that’s definitely a penis box.”

You chuckle, bumping his elbow and standing up to grab the boxes but he doesn’t, “Wait, let me see what’s inside before.” he says.

Before you can even tell him not to, Jungwon rips open one corner of the box and peeks inside—no literally shoves his eyes in the little gap.

“Yeah, it’s dicks.” he states once he comes up.

“How many of them?” you puff out your cheeks, fighting an incredulous laugh and Jungwon shrugs.

“Probably more than a hundred, judging by the number of boxes. Why are they sending hundreds of dildos here?”

You go towards the other box, ripping the corner but more gracefully than Jungwon did. Inside this one there’s a ton of wrapped up pocket pussies, other male sextoys and business cards. “This one has different ones. Who is this even for?”

“Probably for the clients, like freebies or something…?” Jungwon shrugs, bending to lift one of the boxes. The muscles in his arms flex as he hauls the heavy weight, his jaw clenching. The second you bend down to grab one of your own he tuts, “Let me do it, they’re heavy. I don’t want your back to hurt.”

You roll your eyes—although you secretly find it endearing—and you lift up the box, “I’ll be aight. I’m a big girl.”

Jungwon huffs a laugh, “Oh I know you are.”

And what does that even mean??

You practically melt on the spot—though you never show it—and you head towards the elevator careful not to snap your whole body in two with the hefty weight. It’s the goddamn job they do, it’s making them all hot and filthy and you’re starting to become just like them, sensitive to the smallest details and interpreting everything in a weird way. You need to get a grip.

After hauling the boxes inside the elevator, Jungwon gets in beside you and wipes the little bit of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, and of course, his shirt rides up on his v-line. Because it wouldn’t be funny otherwise.

When he catches you looking involuntarily, he smirks, eyes narrowing as the smirk becomes a full on smile. “You okay? Your back hurt?” he asks when you move and subtly wince.

“I’m good—” but you don’t have time to say anything before he gets behind you and places a hand between your shoulders.

The elevator seems to take 20 years to get to the third floor as Jungwon presses between your muscles, softly massaging the flesh, “See, you’re a liar, there’s tension there.”

You scoff, half amused half…turned on? Whatever the heck is happening to your body these days needs to be blamed on the job. “I’m fine, you worry about your own shoulders.”

You turn around at that—big mistake—and end up facing him. He’s taller so you have to look up and when you do, his eyes are slightly hooded, like he’s faded. Your brain screams, ‘dick dick dick dick dick’, so much so that you end up laughing in his face. You’ve completely lost it.

“What’re you laughing about?” Jungwon gives a curious smile, looking down at you.

Blessed be the elevator, you’re saved from having to come up with an answer when it finally stops on the third floor. Thankfully, Sunghoon and Jake are already waiting in the hallway, ready to help with the boxes.

“Boss just called, he’s ordered some freebies for the regular customers.” Sunghoon informs you, grabbing one of the packages effortlessly.

“Is there candy inside? Or like merch?” Jake asks, his eyes widening at the size of the boxes, cocking his head.

“Jake be for real man.” Jungwon chuckles, grabbing a box too, “What kind of merch could he be sending out to these people?”

“It’s dicks and pussies” you add, helpfully.

Jake’s expression turns into one of exaggerated disgust, “Jay’s just gonna send out sextoys?”

“Oh come on, don’t act like you don’t tell girls and boys to stroke their shit and talk them through it all day long,” Sunghoon laughs, rolling his eyes.

“What happened with sex toys?” Haejin butts in as you all carry the boxes inside, she holds the door open and looks over curiously.

“It’s for the regular customers,” Sunghoon explains, stretching after he drops his box on the floor.

“Hello, I’m a regular customer.” she bows dramatically, “No jokes I hope we get to have one too.”

Jungwon laughs, “Just take one, I’m sure he’s not gonna spend an hour counting sextoys.”

Best believe Haejin does take one, she even invites all of you to do the same but only Sunghoon seems unbothered enough to suit himself. As for you, it’s not like you’re ashamed of using sex toys but holding a dildo in your hands in front of three buff guys isn’t not something you’d really like to experience today.

A couple minutes later, Riki and Heeseung emerge from the neon room and sit next to Sunoo on the couch. The oldest throws his head back until it hits the wall and groans, “I’m so tired.”

“What happened?” Sunoo asks him.

“The girl I just got a call with wanted me to call her my ‘little horny slut’.” he grunts, burrying his face in his hands.

“Why the fuck are you complaining right now?” Sunghoon blurts, incredulous, “I just spent 20 minutes on the phone with a girl who wanted me to call her ‘bad little gold-digger’.”

Riki snorts, one hand covering his mouth, “I usually don’t kink shame but how the fuck is that enjoyable.”

Before anyone can start venturing into this embarrassing topic, one of the phones in the neon room rings loudly, starting everyone.

“Oh shit, fuck. Forgot about the crying guy.” you say cryptically as you hurry towards the room.

You forgot you had work. Perfect.

You hear Haejin chuckle, “What is she talking about?” she asks when you’re out of sight.

You slip inside your pod and quickly grab the phone. In a hurry to pick up you press the button a couple of times and speak into the microphone, “Hello, this is y/n, good afternoon.”

But no one answer, it’s just a mess of static and creaking noises so you push the button again. “Heeello, this is y/n good afternoon.”

Crickets.

You put the phone down and make a beeline for the break room, once you’re there all of their heads snap up to you. “Can someone help with my booth, the phone won’t work I can’t hear the other person and there’s like static and stuff.”

Everyone turns their heads to Jake at the very same time, like he’s the assigned handyman of the office. Well apparently he is, you learn when Sunoo says, “Ask Jake, he’s always the one who fixes the phones. He knows his way around electronics.”

Jake stands up promptly, dusting off his jeans and looking over to where you stand with a sheepish smile, “I’ll help you.”

He follows you into the neon room and inside the pod, crouching in front of the cables. “We always get technical difficulties these days, I don’t know why Jay won’t just change the phones. Were you only hearing static?”

You nod in response, crossing your eyes with furrowed eyebrows, “I picked up and couldn’t hear a thing.”

Jake tweaks some buttons, a very focused look on his face, and once he estimates he’s done he looks up at you from where he crouches. “Try calling him back now, tell me if it’s fine.”

You do just that, sitting at the edge of the armchair you dial his number and wait. Once the ringing stops you finally hear a voice,

“Hello?” you call.

“Oh, finally, I thought you—” the rest is completely inaudible. You look down at Jake and give him a thumbs down. “Do you hear me?” the man tries again.

“I can hardly hear you, my colleague is trying to fix the issue, I’m so sorry.” you apologize, a little self conscious, “can you try and speak again for me?”

There’s a little bit of static before you can finally hear the man again, “—worry, you’re worth the wait. Take your time but—”

You curse under your breath as the line cuts again, and Jake messes with the cables, eyebrows pinched together, “Can you repeat that for me darling?” you tell the other man.

But Jake snaps his head up with a small, ‘huh?’ cheeks flushing like he thinks you were talking to him.

“Not you, dummy.” you whisper, pointing at the phone with a chuckle.

“I said don’t worry you are worth the wait, and to take your time but to not hang up on me.” the other man repeats.

“I won’t hang up on you, my colleague’s working on it as we speak.” you assure him, “How about we start? I don’t wanna waste your time.”

You hear him hum, pleased, “Whatever you like, I’d wait for you anyway.” he says, sounding a little desperate already.

You didn’t catch that side of him the other day because he unfortunately started crying midway through the actual dirty talk, but right now he sounds a little bit needy. He’s a divorced millenial but he seems particularly submissive, so a win is a win.

“You’re cute,” you fake-chuckle seductively, well aware that Jake is a couple of inches away, “What are you doing right now?”

You hear the sound of fabric ruffling and the smallest groan, “I’m in bed right now, I have my—”

The static starts again and you softly tap on Jake’s shoulder, “It’s cutting again, what should I do?” you whisper.

Your colleague holds a cable in his hand and looks up, “Just ask him to repeat and keep going while I figure this out, tell him he’ll get a price reduction or something.”

You nod, “Can you repeat handsome? I’m so sorry I couldn’t hear you.”

“It’s okay mommy, I said i’m in bed and I have my dick in my hand, hope that’s okay.” the man says, big emphasis on the mommy part.

You cringe, rubbing the corner of your eye as you fight to maintain your composure in the awkward situation. There’s a 50 something year old calling you mommy on one side and a very handsome puppy-looking boy on the other.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” you get back into character, leaning back against the armchair.

You see Jake’s shoulders twitch imperceptibly as he continues working but he doesn’t turn around or make a sound. On the end of the line, the man lets out a pathetic little moan, “I’m sorry mommy, i’m sorry. I’ll be better.”

Oh my days, you think to yourself.

But what cancels the second hand embarrassment is Jake’s reaction when you speak next.

“Look at you apologizing, that’s a good boy. Now don’t touch it until I say.” you tell the old guy in a low voice.

You swear you see Jake’s cheeks turn completely red, his hands slightly shaking as he works the electronics. And somehow that’s so much more thrilling than a guy calling you mommy. You think about what Haejin said earlier when she mentioned the state Jake was in ever since he started working here. The idea of toying with him seems so amusing, because as unprofessional as it sounds, what is even professional about this job in the first place?

“Yes mommy, I’ll—” the other man says, the line glitching again. You assume he’s saying what any submissive guy would say, which is ‘I’ll be your good boy’, it sounds coherent so you don’t even bother asking him to repeat.

“Mhh, that’s right. You’re doing so good f’me” you answer, eyes fixed on the back of Jake’s neck, which is completely flushed red. “I bet you want to touch that cock real bad, don’t you?”

You hear your colleague take a sharp intake of air and his fingers almost slip off the cables he’s working on. He’s pulled taunt like an elastic, nervous and fidgety, and you just want to mess with him all day long if that’s how his reactions escalate.

“Yes yes, please,” the man whines on the phone, fabric rustling as he most likely moves on his bed, restless. “Please, I’d do anything.”

“Aw, you’d do anything?” you taunt, voice progressively getting lower, “what if I say you can’t touch yourself today, would you do that?”

Jake’s breath audibly hitches and he drops his head closer to the wall, trying not to loose it. You can tell he’s a weak weak man in this moment, but he’s genuinely trying to make it seem like he’s fine. He messes with the buttons a couple of times before quickly standing up, dusting off his jeans once again. When he raises a thumb in question, he still doesn’t quite meet your gaze. You hum in response, noticing that the static on the phone has finally disappeared.

You mouth a quick ‘thank you’ and smile at him but he doesn’t reply, just blushes madly and scrambles out of the pod. You don’t even hear what the man is saying on the other end, toofocused on Jake’s retreating figure.

He doesn’t even bother closing the door behind him, which is why seconds after you hear Sunghoon’s voice saying, “Man, what happened to you? Don’t tell me you—…oh you horny motherfucker…”

A couple weeks go by, during which you do nothing but have fictional sex with strangers over the phone and hang out with your colleagues like you’re still in high school.

Nothing about it is professionally really, just a bunch of touch deprived idiots cracking jokes in between calls because it saves you from going insane over the fact none of you are getting laid.

You tell your friend everything when you’re outside of work, and she listens with a slightly incredulous look. She’s never heard of such an—and, I quote—“perfect job.”

She seems to think working with 7 hot men, a beautiful woman and talking about coitus all day long is the ideal job.

And while you’re grateful for getting paid doing absolutely nothing, it’s also starting to take a toll on your health. You’ve been having incessant wet dreams these past few days, to the point where you come into work pent up and frustrated, and seeing a bunch of fuckable men doesn’t help in the slightest.

The calls go smoothly with occasional little incidents such as a weird client asking for way more than he should be asking—pictures, because yes apparently he’s entitled to pictures because you work for a sex hotline—but other than that it’s all routine by now.

You find yourself spending more and more time with Heeseung, grabbing coffee before work in the morning, talking about life and office gossip. He even introduces you to photography and sneaks a couple picture of you when you’re not looking. One day Haejin even says he looks like he likes you, but you don’t think much of it, everyone’s desperate and pent up in that office after all.

You eat lunch with Sunoo a couple of times, he’s a very sweet guy, a little sassy sometimes but never mean. He lets you in on all the lore, inside jokes and stuff you’ve missed since they all started working together; he tells you about the time Riki’s ex called the hotline so he would give her another chance—after she cheated mind you—and you laugh for hours about a video of Haejin running and bumping into Jay by mistake.

You quickly become friends with them, though sometimes you question if ‘friends’ is an accurate description for your relationship. It’s not crazy really, but at times you’re left wondering if getting turned on by a so called friend really makes it a friendship.

Like that one time when everyone else had work to do, leaving you and Sunghoon alone in the break room—or more specifically, on the sofa.

You recall your thighs touching and neither of you moving away even though Riki and Sunoo had vacated their spots. Sunghoon was tired when he threw his head back against the wall, extending his legs in front of him and lifting his arms up in a stretch; you remember seeing his shirt lift up to reveal a small line of hair that led straight into his pants and your thighs pressed together in a matter of miliseconds.

Averting your gaze you noticed his protruding adam’s apple, the shape of it so beautiful you had to completely look away. But then you felt his eyes burning into the side of your face, you had to look out of curiosity.

Sunghoon was gazing at you with a lopsided smile, his eyes hooded. It almost took the breath out of your lungs—blame it on the deprivation—but you held his gaze, a challenging glint in your orbs.

“You have nice eyes.” he said, the fatigue almost making him sound high.

The corner of your mouth lifted in a small smile of your own, “Why are you saying that?”

“I don’t know, you’re pretty. Is that a weird thing to say?” Sunghoon replied, deliberately lifting his arms higher before dropping them to his lap.

“My eyes and now me in general?” you teased.

“Come on, you know you’re pretty. Everyone’s been saying it.” he chuckled, eyes dropping to your lips for a second.l before going back to your eyes.

“No one’s been saying that.“

“Well yeah, they didn’t say it to your face. But trust me they did. Especially Jake, he’s been all weird lately.” Sunghoon affirmed.

You swore the tension was going to kill you right then and there, the way he was looking at you was making you feel like you were bare in front of his eyes. You didn’t even know him all that well, you’d talked to him a lot over lunch but it was superficial, nothing too intimate. Now he was looking at you for the very first time like he wanted to devour you. How weird.

“Well that’s sweet, thank you.” you smiled, your eyes unable to leave his. And while the knowledge that Park Sunghoon thought you were pretty didn’t really change anything, his gaze said a couple hundred things in only a few minutes.

Lord have mercy for you were close to sinning.

“And he went like ‘tell me who’s pussy this is’, erm bitch not yours??” Haejin takes a deep imitating voice.

She’s perched on the arm of the sofa, making big movements with her arms as she narrates her last call and everyone listens. You’re crammed between Heeseung and Jungwon, Jake falling asleep on the beanbag while Riki sits on the floor in front of the couch.

“The audacity to say that to a sex line operator.” Sunoo comments. He looks almost peaceful if you didnt look closely and noticed his leg bouncing and his jaw slightly clenched.

The thing is, you’ve kind of had suspicions that the two of them—Sunoo and Haejin—were somehow involved together. Maybe it’s the way they often eat alone together, or how they’re extremely touchy with each other, constantly brushing their hands together and sneaking glances when the think no one’s looking. You’re not falling for it though, you can tell the difference between friends and people who have fucked.

The sneaky bastards.

“I know it’s just dirty talk but I wanted to laugh so bad,” Haejin continues.

“You’re so strong cause I would’ve been laughing already.” you snort.

Heeseung bumps your arm playfully, “You would’ve been laughing cause you don’t usually like it, there’s a difference.”

You raise an eyebrow looking over at him, “who says I don’t like it?”

There’s a silence in the room and you almost think you said something out of line, but then again what’s ‘out of line’ in here?

Heeseung huffs a laugh, “I thought you weren’t into that shit?”

“Doesn’t mean I’m against it.” you answer. “I like a good surprise.”

His eyes trail down your face to your lips and his tongue darts out to lick his. He’s being so obvious yet it’s so enthralling you want to melt into the couch.

The moment is cut short when Haejin clears her throat and waves a hand between both your faces, breaking the spell. “Hello? Get a room please.”

Sunghoon groans, “Whole room horny.”

Heeseung smiles, throwing his head back on the back of the couch while the whole room sounds like a bunch of desperate teenagers. It’s almost time to go back to work but everyone’s dreading the prospect.

Riki brings in his 2 cents, “I say we should go to the club and all get laid this weekend.”

“100% agreed,” Jake says, voice muffled by the beanbag he’s currently lying face down on. “I can’t go on like this.”

No one has time to give their opinion because the door to Jay’s office opens and he comes out holding a stack of papers, a pair of serious glasses perched on his nose.

“I don’t know if you guys remember this conversation we had a couple weeks back? Yn you weren’t there yet so I’m just gonna brief you in on this idea.” he starts, “We talked about implementing duo calls to our list, so you guys would be paired up on calls depending on the requests. I received a couple requests for Y/n and Riki and also Sunoo and Haejin this afternoon, how does that sound to you guys?”

You look around and find Riki’s eyes already on you, he seems to be just as surprised as you are. Since the other day, there’s been a slightly tense atmosphere between the two of you, like you’ve walked in on an intimate moment even though it was professional.

You can still hear his voice and it sends shivers down your spine whenever you’re catapulted back to that moment. Now to know the boss wants you to both participate while sitting next to each other in those narrow cabins is somethjng else. Sure, you’ve done it in front of Jake but it was just to mess with him, now you have to be serious and somehow collaborate in your dirty talk, if that makes sense.

“But like, how would that work? What would need to do?” Haejin asks, cocking her head.

Jay holds out a peace of paper, proud. “That’s why I printed these out, I’m gonna need you to go somewhere together in pairs. I gave you each a specific scenario and I want you to rehearse okay? These people are willing to pay a good price for this, so i don’t want it to be rushed.”

“Customer is male, he likes the idea of cuckholding but wants to be involved too. What can you do to make it sound authentic while also interacting with him?” Riki reads.

He’s sitting across from you in his booth, legs spread as he lounges on his armchair. You agreed to rehearse with the curtains drawn for maximum privacy because you both know how curious the rest of the staff can be, but the con is that now the cabin feels so much smaller and Riki’s playing right into it.

He’s got bedroom eyes, always looking at you like he’s trying to say something with them and he plays with the knowledge that he can get you flustered easily.

“First of all, you’re gonna have to come closer to me since we only have one phone. Then we should give him a lil show, talk to each other, imply we’re doing actual things to each other etcetera.” Riki says, folding the sheet in half, “Can you fake moans?”

You almost snort, “For 300 dollars yes I can.”

Three hundred is the price the man is offering to pay to hear you both. You’d almost be flattered…in another world.

“We don’t wanna risk it though, let me hear you.” Riki insists.

You shake your head immediately, “I’m not gonna just moan out of the blue. Trust me I got this, I’m gonna do good.”

Riki’s smirk widens, his gaze darkening, “Oh I know you’re gonna do good y/n.”

You’re tempted to look away, his gaze too heavy on you, but his words are what do it. You’re a whole different person around him and he seems to notice, seems to find it amusing, really. You look down at your shoes, tapping them on the floor distractedly.

“Come here, let’s rehearse before he calls” he cuts through your silence, beckoning you with his finger. It’s with hesitant legs that you stand up, not really knowing where to go, and stand awkwardly next to his armchair. “Just come sit here, we can’t be too far apart or he’ll notice.”

You zero in on his pointer finger tapping his thigh and your eyes widen a little bit. That was never in the job description—though you should’ve expected it with how comfortable everyone is. You bury your embarrassment somewhere your brain can’t find and you lower yourself to sit on Riki’s lap.

“That’s it mama, sit down.” he encourages in a low voice. His hand comes up to your hip, touch light and respectful in order to steady you.

“Mama?” you chuckle nervously, back pressed against his chest, amused by the nickname.

“I’m rehearsing aren’t I?” Riki says against the back of your neck, his breath fanning on your sensitive skin. “Come on, dont be shy, gimme a moan. You have to make him believe it.”

You shake your head, hair brushing his shoulder, “It’s gonna sound awful.”

But Riki doesn’t seem to care. You can feel him getting closer by his breathing against your neck until you’re sure his lips are merely inches away from your skin. “No it’s not, you can do it.”

You huff a laugh but it comes out oddly weak as your head lolls involuntarily. Every part of your body is stimulated by only the feeling of his breath, how pathetic does that sound? You’re so deprived that the thought of his lips being so close brings you to utter weakness.

“I cant just moan like that, what if I sound off?” you say, breathless.

Riki doesn’t reply, instead you feel his lips brush your nape and your eyes flutter shut as you fight to stay focused. He trails a path down to your shoulder, pressing his lips over the fabric of your top until he finds a bare strip of skin. Simultaneously, his hands lightly squeeze your sides, and when you shift on his lap he squeezes harder. Your breath hitches and he seems to hear it because his fingertips travel to your ribs before settling on your stomach. Riki traces circles on the part that’s not covered by your top, his lips playing with neckline of it.

The moment he leaves lazy open mouthed kisses all the way to your jaw from behind, you gasp, clutching the hem of your skirt with shaky fingers.

“There you go. Sound so pretty. Is that all it takes?” Riki teases, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “I knew you could do it, I’m just gonna have to keep you right here all through it.”

You feel his tongue dart out to taste the skin where jaw meets neck and you instinctively brace yourself with hands on his thighs, to which he reacts to with a low hum. You don’t even know what this is, what you’re doing, but it feels too good to stop. It’s like being denied water for months and finally getting to drink. Except Riki’s like Mountain Valley Spring Water.

He squeezes your hips, fingers venturing into the skin of your exposed thighs. “You can do better can’t you?” he rasps against your neck.

You’re left lightheaded and unable to reply so he only makes it worse. Riki squeezes, traces patterns all the way to your inner thighs and stops right there. That’s when you nod, needing his touch like air. You can’t bear to feel him stop.

“Good girl, show me then.” he praises, teeth grazing your skin.

The next thing you know, Riki spreads your legs on his lap and his hands settle on your inner thighs. He’s touching one of your most sensitive spots and you just cant control the moan that comes out of your mouth.

It’s a mix of a pant and a moan, low and soft, and Riki seems to react physically to it. His hands squeeze the fat of your inner thighs and wander higher, right where your skirt bunches up.

“What if I just slip those panties to the side,” he emphasizes by hooking his finger to the hem of your panties, never actually touching you. “and have you sit on my cock all through the call. Would that make you moan alright?”

Your breath goes wild as you throw your head back shamelessly, you’re pretty sure he’s managed to get your panties soaked with only a few PG 16 touches. “You’re crazy,” you whisper shakily.

“Am I? The door’s closed and we’re supposed to put on a show for him anyway.” Riki chuckles lowly. “If you don’t want to it’s alright mama, I won’t push.”

You shake your head and nod simultaneously, completely out of it. You don’t even know what you want except that you need to feel something.

You could cry if you’re left on the edge once again after enduring it for weeks.

“That a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’, pretty?” the bastard laughs again, amused by your state of evident arousal. He lifts the hem of your panties and snaps them back into place, his other hand stroking the skin of your hip.

“Yes, yes.” you gasp, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Riki hums, but he doesn’t rush to take them off, instead he cups your cunt through the fabric and presses his palm against your clit. He presses in pulsing motions, until your legs are closing around his hand and he has you boneless on his lap.

That’s when you feel his bulge pressing against your ass, thick and rock hard, and everytime you shift in pleasure, it twitches through his jeans.

“You’re soaking right through the fabric, pretty.” he whispers against your ear, fingers toying with the wet patch in the front of your panties. “Gonna take these off now, that okay with you?”

You nod instantly, spreading your legs for him to access. The second you do, he tugs your panties to the side, and the air hits your sopping cunt. Your walls clench around nothing, desperate to feel him, and Riki takes his sweet time, grabbing the phone in one hand and unbuckling his pants with the other. “A shame I can’t see your face like this mama, turn around f’me.”

You obey, on shaky legs you turn around and sit on him, facing him. Now you can clearly see his face, his flushed cheeks and messy hair, hooded eyes and the thick bulge in his pants. It looks like it hurts when he palms himself, buckle in hand.

“Go for it.” he rasps, bringing your fingers to his zipper.

While you unzip him, Riki strokes your cheek and tugs gently at the hair in the back of your head. When you’re done he lifts his hips a bit and tugs his jeans down to his knees along with his Calvin Kleins. His cock slaps against his lower stomach when he frees it, tip weeping precum all over his pelvis. It’s already fiercely erect, standing out proudly against his happy trail, pressing upward toward his stomach.

Before you can do anything, the phone rings in his left hand and he sighs shakily. “Come here then, sit on it.” he rasps.

You look at him through your lashes as you wrap a hand at the base of his cock and lift your hips, angling him below your pussy. You feel your thighs shaking as his tip brushes your clit, and you brace yourself on his chest, eyes closing.

The moment you sink down and take the head of his cock in, Riki groans, gripping your hip. “Such a good girl— fuck…look at you.”

He looks down at where your bodies meet, your pussy accommodating his thick length as best as you can, and he shuts his eyes, adjusting to the intense suction. When you take more of him he whispers, “Can I pick up the call now?”

You nod breathlessly and when he’s all snug and entirely inside of you, you moan. Before pressing a button and accepting the call, Riki takes one last look at his cock stretching you open.

“Hello, this is Riki and Y/n for Hotline 1OO9, how’s your day?” he says with a steady voice, except or when you listen closely to his messy breathing.

Riki presses the speaker button and holds the phone between you both. How are you even supposed to come up with words when he’s stretching you like that? You can only clench around him until you feel every ridge and every vein like they’re memorized.

“My day’s good, thank you for picking up.” the guy on the other end says, his voice a little bit shy.

Your head falls forward on Riki’s shoulder and your forehead rests there. At the sight, his cock twitches inside you and he pushes in deeper, trying to reach the deepest part of you. To that, you moan, nails digging into his arms. You want to move so bad, you wanna fuck yourself on his cock and finally reach a long awaited orgasm.

The customer must hear every little sound you make because he asks, “Are you close to each other?”

Riki chuckles, one hand grabbing your ass and kneading it, “Got her on my lap, must be why she sounds so breathless. Don’t you baby?” he kisses your jaw.

You hum, weak all over. But Riki won’t have it, he grabs your chin and puts his thumb on your lower lip, “Use your words. Can you do that for me?”

You nod, “yes, yes.” and he rewards you with a sharp slap to your ass. “Good girl,” he praises.

It’s like the man on the other end of the line fades away, you can’t even hear his voice, just Riki’s and whatever he’s doing to your pliant body. His eyes are endless pits of darkness when he looks at you, pushing his thumb past your lips, and as you suck around it obediently, your walls clench around him and your hips shift.

“Uh-huh, who said you could move?” Riki takes his thumb out of your mouth and grips your hips to stop you.

You grip his arms, your belly moving with each ragged breath you take, and Riki’s cock throbs inside. He takes both your hands and holds them together behind your back, having you there seated on his dick, pride stripped away while a stranger listens.

“Oh look at that, you’re making such a mess.” Riki hums, looking at where you’re linked, his lower abdomen covered in your slick. “She’s so wet, soaking all over me,” he tells the man.

You don’t even hear his reaction, the need to move so intense it buzzes in your ears.

“Oh baby, you wanna move so bad, don’t you?” Riki taunts, giving the smallest thrust. But it’s enough to make you crazy, thighs shaking and body rocking.

When he speaks to the other man, you shiver, “She’s a mess, shaking on my cock. You should see her, so pretty when she just takes it.”

“Fuck… please, I can’t.” you plead, looking a Riki though your lashes, desperate for more movement. He’s so deep inside of you that even the smallest thrust makes you see stars.

“You want this?” his hips buck up, tip of his cock hitting a delicious spot inside of you. Your gummy walls cling to him, pulsing and keeping him right there, and he groans. “So tight, course you want it, you’re practically choking my cock.”

You hear the other man’s happy sounds but you shut his voice out, focusing on Riki.

“More, please.” you beg.

“Should I give her more?” he asks the customer with a smug smirk.

“No, not yet.” the latter decides, panting.

Riki shrugs, looking at you, “You heard him baby, just stay still.”

You’re not even sure you can take it. Every slow pulse of his heartbeat travels right through the shaft and presses against the softest parts of you, each one makes your hips twitch with the need to fuck back. You can feel how hard he is—impossibly hard—yet he holds himself completely still, breath controlled, hands locked on your wrists to stop you from grinding. Because Riki is so still, you can feel everytime he leaks inside of you, his precum warm and sticking to your walls.

“Mmh, that’s good. You’re doing so good.” Riki praises, squeezing your wrists, his cock pulses and his hip twitch just a tiny bit, making him just as disobedient as you were. “Fuck, she feels so tight ‘round me.”

Something starts building in the pit of your stomach, you don’t even know why or how, but it just does. Your thighs quiver and your forehead drops to his shoulder once again, your mouth parted in a silent moan. But Riki doesn’t let you, he cups your face and forces you to look at him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Nuh-huh, eyes on me.” he coos, stroking your flushed cheek while one hand still secures your wrists. “You’re such a mess, that pussy’s squeezing me so tight. Look at you, dripping all over.”

Riki pushes your chin down and makes you look at where you’re connected, he brings his hand there and collects the slick that’s coating his pelvis, fingers shiny. “She’s soaked, I should fuck her now, don’t you think? What if I just…” he bucks his hips, tip hitting your g-spot until you moan in pleasure. “… do this a couple times and leave her there shaking?”

He seems to react to whatever the man says on the phone—which you just don’t hear because apparently you have selective hearing—and he abruptly stops. You whine in frustration, rocking just a bit on his lap to find some sort of friction, but there’s just his heavy cock stretching you out and pulsing inside you.

“Please,” you whimper, “please, I need it.”

Riki squeezes your wrists unmoving and he kisses your collarbone, “You’re gonna have it when he decides baby. I don’t make the rules.”

You clench around him, the whatever that was building in your lower stomach intensifying everytime he opens his filthy mouth, you wanna hit him, make him fuck you senseless until you don’t even remember which day it is, but you can’t do shit. If the client weren’t there you would’ve already rode his cocky ass into tomorrow.

But it gets to a point where it’s just too much, your pussy grips him times and times again, almost in a rhythm, which makes his tip brush against your spot and your eyes roll back. You don’t even have to rock your hips to feel some sort of dizzying friction, and it seems like Riki’s understood it too, the way his cock twitches and his balls draw up. He hisses when you squeeze particularly hard and his eyes squeeze shut in agony.

“She’s gonna come without me even moving, I don’t have any room she’s squeezing so tight,” Riki tells the customer, then he looks at you and speaks, “I bet you’d sound so pretty if I could just fuck you properly, wouldn’t you?”

The next second, you feel his cock throb violently and his lips meet your neck, smugness all gone, “fuck, stop squeezing or I’m gonna cum baby.”

You whimper, a useless string of ‘please, please please’ coming out of your mouth and you clasp your hands together while he still holds them.

“Stay still,” the customer says, panting. “Both of you.”

You nod even though he can’t see you, but you’re so close it hurts. You pant, walls milking Riki’s cock as he fights it himself, sucking a spot in your neck. It’s too much, you try not to, but it just comes unbidden, you clench one last time, the head of his cock against your cervix, and your back arches.

“Fuck, I can’t—” you moan, eyes shut and head thrown back. Riki instantly looks at you, mesmerized, and he thrusts the tiniest bit to chase the friction. “I can’t..”

You come apart, your hips twitching over and over as you fight not to bounce on him. The lack of movement makes your climax feel denser, heavier, like it has nowhere to go except deeper into your body. You shake through it staying still, every pulse of your orgasm squeezing down on the hard length that refuses to move, until you’re left trembling and oversensitive with him still buried inside you, unmoving, as if nothing’s happened.

“That’s it, it’s okay. Fuck… she came so hard, didn’t even do anything,” Riki groans, hips stuttering, but before the customer can say anything he leans to your ear and whispers, “get off, i’m so close pretty.”

You shake your head, and when he releases your wrists you moan in contentment, “can I make him cum?” you ask the man on the phone.

He replies with a breathy voice, “Yes go ahead,”

So you take your cue, you brace yourself on his shoulders and when you start moving your own body screams in pleasure, everything sensitive. Riki throws his head back in a groan and his cock nearly slips out with how wet you are. When only the tip remains inside of you, you drop back down on his lap.

“Oh fuck—” Riki moans, gripping your ass, hips, anything.

He watches you through hooded eyes as you fuck yourself on his cock, his orgasm closer and closer, “I’m gonna come, doll. Just—get off.”

You shake your head once again, pressing little kisses to his shoulder as you bounce on his cock, “I’m clean and I’m on birth control,”

Riki groans, as if relieved he’s not gonna have to pull out and he bucks his hips, meeting your movements. “Fuck…you’re gonna—ah shit, keep going baby.”

You follow his lead, and a couple of bounces later, Riki’s cock is throbbing and the phone, which had been sitting on the arm of the armchair, almost falls. You scramble to grab it and hold it between the two of you, because he didn’t even notice, too fucked out to care. A string of ‘fuck fuck fuck’ comes out of his mouth and his hips stutter, his fingers digging into your flesh.

His stomach tightens under you and a broken sound leaves his throat. It’s a sign Riki’s control is fraying. You feel his cock swell even thicker inside you, the head pressing hard against that spot that makes your thighs shake and his grip on you tightens.

“Fuck—don’t stop,” he manages, voice rough. “Just like that—”

Before you or he knows it, he’s cumming.

Riki’s whole body goes rigid underneath you. A raw, punched-out sound tears out of his throat as his cock starts pulsing hard inside you—sticky surges of heat flooding deep. You can feel every spurt, the way his cock kicks and throbs while he empties into you. Riki’s hands clamp down on your hips hard enough to hurt, holding you flush against him so he can keep pumping cum as deep as possible. His thighs are shaking, his stomach is clenched and you feel he’s still trying to thrust up into you even while he’s coming desperate little movements that force every drop further inside.

Riki looks wrecked. Eyes half-lidded, mouth open, chest heaving, but his hands are still gripping you, unwilling to move even just a bit.

There should be a study on how greedy a girl can be, because the second you receive a text from Sunoo a couple days later, saying ‘tomorrow night is club night’ you reply without a second thought.

You’re not exactly planning on getting laid again—not that you’ve had your fill with Riki—you’re just looking to go out and party. But, if the opportunity presents itself you won’t decline, that’s for sure. You’re not sure why, but the scenario you fall asleep with doesn’t involve any handsome stranger on the dance floor. It’s involuntary but you can’t help but think about Riki, about Jungwon in the elevator, Jake in the booth, Sunghoon and Heeseung. Even Jay—if you’re being honest—but you wouldn’t actually go there, he’s your boss.

A little imagination doesn’t hurt anyone, it’s fine.

But is it crazy to be this level of greedy and imagine stuff with 5 different men?

Whether you’re thinking about them individually or not is irrelevant, but you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t be ashamed to indulge in your filthy thoughts.

Things have been going smooth over at Hotline 1OO9. You like that what happened with Riki hasn’t changed the atmosphere one bit, nothings awkward, you just have a nice little secret thing you two together.

You’ve never really talked about it, for you it was just part of the job, a ‘professional’ act heightened by obvious sexual frustration. You were just two ticking bombs waiting to go off, two consensual adults who took advantage of the circumstances.

It would be a lie to say it hasn’t happened again though.

Just the other day, you were walking past him in the empty break room and his fingers accidentally found your ass. He squeezed and you were a goner. You snuck in his pod and made out for god knows how long, dry humped like horny teens and you ended up on your knees sucking him off while he praised you.

You’ve found a new pleasant sense of reward in not being in control. You love it when Riki pulls your hair, calls you a good girl and slaps his dick on your tongue. It makes your stomach feel all warm and fuzzy when he says in that deep voice of his, “such a pretty girl on her knees for me like that.”

It would be a tremendous lie to say that you haven’t thought at least 20 times about the other day when in the break room, Riki sat next to you on the couch and slipped his hand on your thigh while everyone was talking.

It’s safe to say Sunoo and Jungwon noticed, then said something like, “In plain sight?” which made the others notice as well.

After all you were a group of shameless adults—the job had made you so unbothered about sex—so no one said anything about it. Sunghoon just winked exaggeratedly at Riki and Heeseung grabbed your other thigh in retaliation.

You fall asleep thinking about how it would feel to have them share you, as stupid as it sounds because you know it’s never gonna happen. You’ve read enough reverse harem books to know it sounds extremely pleasurable, you don’t have to choose and get a little taste of everything—a taste of five different worlds if you will.

When you think about it too deeply you feel like a whore so you just shake the thoughts aside and let sleep take you.

Come the next morning, you’re walking inside the office with a cookie jar and your purse. The cookie jar was your mom’s doing, she passed by a couple days ago and dropped them off, saying you should give some out to your colleagues. But because she thinks you still work at your old company—which is huge—she made 5 jars, so your kitchen counter is currently crowded with chocolate chip cookies.

You drop them on the coffee table in the break room and you immediately clock in with Jay. He’s wearing a crisp suit today, as per usual, and his hair is styled to perfection making him look like every woman’s dream.

“Good morning y/n.” he greets with a smile, “We got feedback on the website by the way. It was that guy from the call with Riki, he said you were awesome and recommended it. He even put heart emojis.”

You smile, “Morning sir, awesome news.”

Jay must notice how jolly you are because he asks, “What’s got you all smiley today?”

Pregnancy glow? Today’s lunch packed in your bag? What can you even say instead of the truth? It being that you’re a sexually pleased woman who’s gonna be even more sexually pleased tonight.

“Nothing sir, I’m always like that.” you shrug, smiling wider.

Your old boss’s email comes to your mind and you quickly shut up. Being notably not-smiley is what got you fired, so it’s best you refrain from speaking.

“When we first met you told me to fuck off and thought I was a scammer y/n, I don’t think you’re always like that.” Jay chuckles, going through paperwork like the busy man he is.

“Well yeah, but with all due respect boss, you sounded like a mix of that Squid Games recruiter guy and El professor in La Casa Del Papel.” you clutch your purse, half expecting him to get mad like your old boss would.

Instead he just chuckles, clearly agreeing. “I know, I did sound weird. But I’m glad you took the time to think about my offer and didn’t jump to conclusions. Now look at you, 20 requests a day, successful as ever.”

That you are. Now thanks to your critical thinking you can afford rent and not be worried about unemployment. And if someone has to say anything about your line of work they can go fuck off. You give Jay the brightest smile you can manage, “Thank you for not firing me because I don’t smile often sir.”

Jay laughs, a little confused but amused, “What? That’s not a reason to fire someone.”

And you’re sure if you had more money maybe you would’ve sued that damn company. There was always something a little fishy with that excuse anyways.

The day goes by fairly fast, you don’t even go out of your pod much because of how many calls you’ve been scheduled to today. Some are fine, some are weird but not a big deal because you get paid in the end.

Some guy called just to ask for sex advice, which you found particularly funny because not once did he initiate any type of conversation other than ‘how can I make my current girlfriend feel good?’ you gave him all you knew, tips and tricks and then hung up with an amused smile.

You ate lunch with your colleagues as usual, talked about inviting the boss to your little night out but opted not to because it was weird and probably unethical.

After eating you and Jungwon sat on the sofa and watched videos on his phone, your chin on his shoulder. He scrolled through his timeline and made occasional comments, looking at you from the corner of his eyes at times. When Jake came by, he sat next to Jungwon and adopted the same position you did, watching with the both of you.

But as soon as you heard the boss move in his office you straightened up and pretended to look at the wall, aware of how unprofessional it looked.

Jay came out and stopped right in the threshold, looking at you with raised eyebrows. “What’s with the faces? Break’s over in 20 folks.”

Dominated by the work system, you got up exactly twenty minutes later and got to work. Riki interrupted you a couple times, just “swinging by” as he said, to squeeze that ass he seemed to love, then walked back to his own pod like he’d accomplished his mission.

But the last time he did it—curtains be damned—Heeseung was walking by and saw everything. He didn’t make a big deal out of it, just snorted and said “sharing is caring man.”

You decided not to dwell on it because he was probably joking, but—surprisingly—there were a few instances of you imagining what ‘sharing’ implied.

The rest of the afternoon went by fast, and the next thing you knew you were clocking out, saying your farewells to no one but Park Jongseong who, unfortunately, wasn’t invited.

Your ass looks fabulous in your dress and everyone seems to think so too.

The way Jake looks at it says a lot actually, it’s like he’s seen a ghost, his eyes avert and his cheeks get red immediately like he’s judging himself for the thoughts he’s having.

Sometimes, if you’re being honest, you look at Jake and wonder how he does the job he does.

If you were to see him in the subway you’d think he works in engineering or teaches astronomy and only has sex once in a blue moon. But apparently the man does get laid, he’s just not cocky with it.

Riki, though, is plenty cocky. Once he gets a good look at your ass he gives it a squeeze, not really caring to be sneaky.

Haejin notices and points at him, “I knew you guys fucked.”

Jungwon and Heeseung snort. You’re waiting in line at the club entrance and you’re all pressed together along the wall, a thick cigarette smoke fog hovering over the crowd. Someone’s smoking cigarettes after cigarettes and it’s making your nose itchy.

“I swear to God if you’re greedy and wanna steal my hookup tonight I’ll make sure you get fired Rik.” Sunghoon points at him accusing.

One of his Riki’s hands goes to your lower back and he answers, “I’m good man, the club is all yours.”

It wouldn’t be Riki if his hand didn’t slip down to your ass for the nth time and squeezed. He then proceeds to lean down to your ear and whisper, “I’m hoping I get to take you home tonight.”

You snort, swatting his hand away playfully, “What if I want a change?”

Riki settles his hand on your hip this time as the line progresses, “Well I can share. How’s that for a change?” he smiles.

“You’re willing to share with a complete stranger?” Jungwon raises an eyebrow, leaning against the wall.

“I don’t know, any of you interested?” he looks around, expecting them to be grossed out.

When everyone raises their hand but Sunoo, you look surprised, and with filthy contempt, your mind files it as a very important information.

The latter looks at Haejin and raises an eyebrow, attempting to be secretive. As soon as he does that she drops her hand to the side and you pretend you didn’t see what happened.

“Well guess that settles it. Fill out forms and email them I guess.” Riki rolls his eyes, prentending to be jealous.

Sometime after, the bouncer finally lets you all in. You walk to the bar in a tight group and order a couple drinks to start the night. You don’t drink all that much so you get a single cocktail and decides it’ll be the last.

You all walk through the crowd, the speakers blaring ‘Kiss me thru the phone’, bodies are all pressed together, slick with sweat and you spot a few people making out savagely already.

Riki and Heeseung stay behind you all the time, like a fridge protecting its snack, and you notice Haejin’s pressed tightly to Sunoo’s chest. It’s not even a surprise when the slick bastard glares at a guy he’s caught looking at her.

Jungwon notices and looks back at you, amused, but neither of your say anything.

Once you’re deep inside the jungle of bodies you all stop. Sunghoon’s already looking around like he’s searching a prey and Jake’s eyeing the ceiling like he wants to go home.

So what better than to mess with him? You grab his arm and start dancing with him, trying to lighten him up a bit with a couple back and forth rocks to the beat of the music. He relaxes after a little bit and starts easing into it, hands coming up naturally to your hips as he smiles.

By the time the third song comes around, everyone’s having fun. Sunoo’s pressed up against Haejin, Sunghoon’s already found a girl to chat up and you’re still with Jake, only this time there’s Riki behind you and Jungwon on the side sipping on his drink. You’re boxed by them, grinding your ass shamelessly on Riki while Jungwon watches with a playful glint in his dark eyes and Jake quite literally endures, cheeks as red as wine. You make sure he’s not uncomfortable by asking him a couple times in his ear, to which he replies by getting even more flustered by your proximity.

But Heeseung’s nursing a drink—not at all unhappy—he’s wearing a dopey grin like he’s having the time of his life even though he’s not doing anything. You turn around to look, and reach for his arm, dragging him closer so he doesn’t feel left out. He holds onto Jungwon and starts dancing, moving his body to the bass boosted music. It would be a lie to say he’s not a bit drunk, his cheeks are flushed and he’s grinning like an idiot—even more than Jake usually is—he holds onto Won for dear life and nearly spills jis drink when someone passes by.

“Heeseung man we just got here like an hour ago.” Riki snickers, amused. “Get your shit together or you’re not gonna get laid tonight.”

He just beams, taking another sip and moving his hips, “Nopeeee, don’t care.”

Riki gets closer to you, pressing his front to your ass, indirectly pushing you closer to Jake and Jungwon in the process. It feels nice to be between all of them, especially the way Jake grips your hips and looks at you like you’ve hung the moon.

But soon after, Heeseung starts feeling dizzy and says he wants to grab some fresh air, and Won volunteers to go with him so he doesn’t stay alone. They slip out of sight and you’re left sandwiched between Jake and Riki’s bodies, the latter hardening almost imperceptibly against your ass.

It’s not even a surprise, you’ve noticed how high his stamina is, it’s like he’s always up for it, always ready to go. Jake’s a little further away, so you can’t exactly feel him, but it wouldn’t be a revelation if you were to find out he’s hard—it seems to be his default reaction, he even gets hard when he sees good food apparently.

When Sunghoon comes back, he looks defeated and points at the girl he was talking to, declaring, “She was trying to get over her ex and find someone to make a sextape with.” he sighs, “tonight’s not my night.”

“There’s plenty fishes in the sea,” Riki comforts him, gripping your lower back.

Sunghoon gets closer, taking the spot Jungwon vacated, “Only one fish I want anyway.” he looks at you when he says that, then back at Riki, “Where did Heeseung and Won go?”

Jake intervenes, “They’re outside to grab some air.”

“Bro, they can’t come back inside if they go out. Are they fucking stupid?” Sunghoon scoffs, looking around and squinting towards the exit.

At the same exact moment your phone buzzes in your purse, vibrating on your sides. You slip your hand inside and grab it, it’s Jungwon.

“Yo, no one’s picking up their phone. The bouncer won’t let us come in again.” you hear him, his voice muffled with the sound of the music.

And yes, that’s the story of how you all end up on the sidewalk, sitting side by side on a line just because the dumbfucks couldn’t ask the bouncer for information before going out. Heeseung’s been apologizing profusely and you tell him it’s not his fault everytime, that it’s all good and you were tired anyway.

News flash you weren’t, you were just getting started. But can’t win em all.

It’s quickly forgotten about when Heeseung suggests you all come to his place for some drinks. Everyone accepts happily, except well….Sunoo and Haejin who look at each other and clear their throats.

But before they can say anything, the party host scrambles towards them.

“Yes you guys can just go home and fuck like rabbits. Trust me we know.” he slurs on unsteady feet.

There’s a silence before everyone snorts including Haejin and Sunoo who instinctively get closer now that the ‘secret’s’ out.

“We all knew, you guys are obvious as fuck.” Sunghoon states, smiling widely.

You part your ways and head to Heeseung’s small apartment conveniently located a couple blocks away from the nightclub. The whole way Riki and Jungwon have to hold him so he doesn’t trip although he says he’s not that drunk. Once you’re in front of his building he struggles to get his keys out and Jake has to dig in his back pocket to find them. “Stop touching my ass man.” Heeseung giggles, swatting his hand away when he gets the keys out.

When he manages to open the door, Heeseung stumbles inside and calls the elevator. You look around at the group of men encircling you and feel like the world’s biggest slut, anyone who would see this would think you’re a total whore and whatever other prejudiced words they can come up with.

But in truth, you don’t really care all that much, you like being slutty at times, it’s fun and doesn’t harm the environment anyway.

When the doors open to the second floor, Jake already prepares the keys to open Heeseung’s door. He waits for him to sign which one is his and quickly works it open.

“I’m sorry for the mess,” Heeseung mumbles as he kicks off his shoes in the entryway. The apartment is spotless so you don’t even know what mess he’s talking about.

Probably the mess in your panties—

“Yeah you’re drunk man, go to sleep,” Riki chuckles, pushing him towards the hallway like he knows the house.

“I’m not even tired, gimme some water, I’ll just shower and sober up,” the man groans like a child, holding onto the wall.

You grab the first bottle water of bottle you see on the kitchen counter and uncap it, handing it to him. When you realize he’s not even gonna be able to drink it, you push it to his mouth, one hand cupped under his chin and you tilt the bottle. Heeseung’s heavy eyes are on you while he drinks. “So pretty,” he mumbles when he’s done, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Yeah, get line,” Jungwon pushes him playfully.

Riki escorts him to bed, but not before Heeseung makes a point of kissing your cheek and exclusively telling you goodnight. You pat his hair and watch him get carried away to his bedroom with a fond smile.

“Alright let’s see where he keeps his booze,” Sunghoon starts looking through his friend’s drawers, in the kitchen too. When he finally finds his stash of alcohol he holds a bottle of vodka to his chest. “This motherfucker only has cheap stuff.”

“That’ll do,” Riki snatches the bottle from him when he comes back, one hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer.

Once seated on the couch, you all get comfortable, Sunghoon props his socked feet on the coffee table ontop of Hee’s electricity bills and yawns as he stretches. Jake finds the fluffy armchair in the middle of the living room while you sit between Jungwon and Riki and uncap the vodka bottle, pouring it in little plastic cups they’ve found in the kitchen. You hand them to the four boys, not in the mood to drink yourself. Riki drops a kiss yo your cheek as a thank you, obviously mocking Heeseung earlier.

“It’s a fail for everyone except those bastards Haejin and Sunoo,” Sunghoon sighs into his cup, emptying it in seconds.

His arms flex as he puts it on the coffee table and you find yourself looking at his biceps, or him in general. The way his body is sculpted, the shape of his broad shoulders, everything looks good—it’s something he has in common with the three other boys, they’re all equally handsome everywhere.

“Speak for yourself,” Riki mutters, eyes bored on the side of your face, one hand on your thigh. When you turn to look at him he smirks, emptying his cup in one gulp.

“Yeah just go ahead and fuck right then and there you bastards,” Sunghoon groans, frustrated.

“You’re jealous as fuck Hoon,” the boy holding your thigh teases, shooting him a playful look. “Should‘ve gone with the sextape girl.”

“I’d rather choke, I’lll just live vicariously through you man, it’s okay.” he cringes at the thought, dusting off his perfectly clean t shirt.

There’s a silence before you decide to be extremely unhinged. You turn to look at Sunghoon through your lashes and you joke, “Don’t you want the real thing?”

There’s a long moment. You think you’ve said something dumb when you see Sunghoon’s mouth open and close, but when he presses his palms to his face and groans you melt in your seat. “Don’t say that y/n.” he breathes out, a little desperate in all honesty.

“What’s wrong with what she said?” Riki teases, a smug smile on his face as he squeezes your thigh.

Jake looks at you from the armchair, shifting in his seat, he looks like he’s heard the craziest thing ever, his boba eyes widening by the second. Jungwon’s also gazing thoughtfully at you, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re joking or not. Although you originally were, their reaction only fuels the inner monologue you’ve been having these days, until you’re not entirely sure you’re fooling around anymore.

“Did you even hear her man??” Sunghoon replies, man spreading on the couch like he owns it. “Y/n you can’t be saying that. It’s not even funny.”

“I wasn’t even joking though,” you shrug, looking at him innocently, although the smirk on your mouth tells a whole different story.

Riki cups your chin and tilts your head towards him, eyes already zeroing in on your lips. His tongue darts out to wet his own, plump lips parting and lower one going between his teeth.

“Don’t even bother, I think he doesn’t want to,” he teases, giving Sunghoon a taunting look before focusing back on you. “I’ll take care of you baby, how’s that sound?”

You swear you hear Jake’s hitch from his spot but before you can turn your head to verify, Riki wraps a hand around your neck and pulls you closer until his lips are merely inches away from yours. The bastard looks you right in the eye and gives you that haunting playful smirk before he dives in. His lips melt into yours and without giving it much thought he parts them, tongue slipping in your mouth in a filthy kiss. Riki’s fingers tighten around your neck, making it a point to make you moan for him, so his friends can only marvel at the sight. You gasp into the kiss, tongue dancing with his, all the while his other hand snakes down to your hips and tugs you closer, almost on his lap.

You couldn’t even hear the rest of the world if you wanted, your ears ringing with how bad you want this. It feels exhilarating to know you’re being watched, three pairs of eyes burning into your skin from all sides of the room. It only seems to pump Riki meaner, his hand squeezing your throat until you’re dizzy and moaning into the kiss, it’s the perfect amount of pressure, not too much just enough to render you a mess.

“Sound so fucking pretty,” Riki rasps as he lets go of your lips and finds a spot on your neck to suck on.

Your eyes open and you find all three men staring right at you, as expected. Jake’s frozen, his mouth slightly ajar and his hands gripping the leather of the armchair. Sunghoon doesn’t have his hands on his face anymore, he’s got them gripping his thighs, jaw clenched. And Jungwon looks wrecked, the paper cup crumpled in his hand as he fights the urge to reach and join.

When Riki sucks a dark spot in your neck, your lips part and the moan you let out makes all three boys tense in their seats. “That’s right baby, let them hear.” you feel Riki’s smirk against your skin.

“You’re not playing fair man,” Jungwon groans, captivated by the sound of your pleasure.

Riki let’s go of your skin with a wet pop, “What do you think baby, am I being fair?”

You smile dizzily, “I did tell Sunghoon he could have the real thing and he didn’t even answer, so I guess you’re being fair.”

The latter instantly protests, “I thought you were joking y/n, I didn’t think you—”

You cut him by getting up on wobbly feet and making it in front of him, before he even knows what’s happening you’re climbing on his lap. “This okay?” you whisper in his ear as you fully settle, legs bracketing his.

When his arms instantly wrap around you, the answer is made clear. Sunghoon nods, looking at you like a divinity, “Could’ve already been doing this a long time ago.” he states, pulling closer until youre snug right against his core.

“You should’ve said something then,” you smile against his jaw then nip at his earlobe until he shivers. You feel the other men’s eyes on your body as you start moving in Sunghoon’s lap, grinding down on the front of his pants. “Should’ve kissed me right on the break room couch that other day.”

Sunghoon lets out a breathy laugh, gripping your hips as he fights for his composure, he’s about to say something but Jungwon beats him to it, “You had a chance and fucked it up, how stupid can you be.”

With his foot, Sunghoon kicks the other man’s leg, trying to focus solely on your beautiful face, “As far as I know you didn’t make a move either.”

“He’s right, you should have too,” you lean towards Jungwon, still on his friend’s lap, and you catch his expecting lips in a kiss.

He tastes like vodka when his tongue slips into your mouth. He’s a messy kisser, all tongue and teeth, biting your lip occasionally. You feel Sunghoon’s cock throb in his pants and moan into Jungwon’s mouth at the feeling.

“Jake man, come closer. Come watch her.” Riki tells him, beckoning with a curled finger.

You hear him get up before he takes the spot you vacated earlier, eyes a physical weight on your body. Sunghoon bucks his hips to remind you of whose lap you’re on, his hands come down to your ass, wanting you so much closer than humanly possible and your reply by rocking your hips on him, indulging in the friction. It feels so good, Jungwon’s tongue caressing yours, Sunghoon’s thick cock practically begging to be taken out and the other boys looking like they don’t wanna miss a single second of it.

When you break the kiss, your lips are connected to his by a string of saliva that breaks when you look at Jake, beckoning him closer. He stands up ever so obediently and walks over to you. From where you sit you have to look up at him, the sight only making the problem in his pants harder, you trace a path up his thighs and cups him through his pants. “Gimme kiss,” you practically purr.

Jake nearly folds like trash origami, his hips buck to meet your hand and when you finally kiss him he melts. You go slower with him, tongue grazing his in a tantalizing way, you give his clothed cock a squeeze and he whimpers in your mouth, needy as ever. When you break the kiss he chases your lips, cheeks a deep red and lips shiny.

“Sit down and watch.” you order, not even doubting he’ll do as he’s told.

When Jake sinks down to the floor, you look at the man whose lap you’re sitting on and grin, wiggling on his aching dick. Sunghoon’s eyes follow your wandering hands as you cup him through his pants and tug at the zipper, when asked he lifts up his hips and lets you take his cock out. His is incredibly thick, smaller than Riki’s but impossibly thick you’re sure your fingers wouldn’t fully touch if wrapped around it. To test that theory you put you grab him and it’s with no surprise that you note your fingers don’t touch around the base.

“Can’t even wrap my hand around it Hoonie,” you say in a small voice, giving him a light stroke that makes his hips jolt. You take his own hand in yours and bring it to his leaking cock. “Show me how you do it.”

To your side, Riki and Jungwon are breathing harder, the latter palming the bulge in his jeans, both their eyes stuck on you like you’re some sort of succubus. But when Sunghoon’s hand wraps around his cock, it’s Jake who nearly whimpers. You look over to him and cup his chin, pulling him closer so he can get a better view. “You wanna see so bad baby?”

Jake nods vehemently and swallows hardly, “You look so pretty like that,”

You lean back and drop a kiss to his lips, licking them while you get back to Sunghoon. He’s steadily pumping himself now, fingers on his balls while he thrusts in the crease between his thumb and pointer finger. “Fuck,” he groans, “put your hand on me.”

You cover his own hand with yours, tightening his grip on his cock and move it up and down, guiding the friction. You collect the precum with your palm and use it as lubricant for your strokes. Sunghoon focuses on the base while you pump the tip, your hands slick and meeting each time you glide. It’s filthy—even more so when you spit on his tip and his cock twitches, his head throwing back in utter agony. You use your saliva and tighten your grip, thumb rubbing his head while the other works with his own. Riki’s unbuckled his jeans by now, palming himself while patiently waiting for his turn.

“F-fuck,” Sunghoon pants, a slave to his pleasure now. “Jungwon come here, use her mouth”

His friend gets up as quickly as possible and travels to the side of the couch where he stands, gaze bored on your hand working. “Cmere baby, open up,” he encourages as his thumb settles on your lower lip, pushing past it.

You lick around his thumb, suckling as your hand goes faster on Sunghoon’s cock. Jungwon hums in admiration as his other hand quickly undoes his jeans and lets them drop to his knees. “You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth now, okay?” he taunts, boxers tugged down as well.

Jungwon’s cock is long, a thin patch of hair leading from his lower stomach to it, and it stands proudly, leaking so much that’s it’s made a stain on his boxers. When you nod, he doesn’t seem to think it’s enough and shakes his head disapprovingly.

“What did I teach you baby?” Riki intervenes, delivering a light slap to your ass. “You gotta use your words.”

You nod again, a soft ‘yes’ coming out of your parted lips. Sunghoon practically thrusts into his and your hand, making a mess of precum on his stomach. But before you can even wipe it off, Jungwon presses his cock against your lips, rubbing his own precum all over them until they look plump and like you’ve put gloss on. The moment he pushes his dick past your lips, you swear you feel Sunghoon’s heartbeat in his cock. Airs gone rancid by now, all three of them watching Jungwon’s length fit perfectly inside your mouth, his breathing hacking out wet.

“Mmh, fuck… look at you baby, look at those pretty lips,” he groans, cupping your face almost tenderly if it wasn’t for the other hand tangling in your hair and pulling slightly.

Your eyes roll back behind your closed lids and you suck him in, hollowing out your cheeks before letting him go with a pop and resuming with messy licks. You practically makeout with his tip, suckling on it, licking each and every side until his thighs tense, you don’t stop until the room fills with filthy sounds. Your fingers keep working Sunghoon’s dick all the while, tangling with his own in a wet mess under Riki’s approving gaze.

“Look at you…” he hums, sneaking behind you to drop a kiss on your bare shoulder. His tongue traces a path up to your neck and sucks a dark spot, causing you to moan around Jungwon’s tip. “You’re so good at this, look at Sunghoon baby, he’s gone already.”

Your eyes find him below you, his head is thrown back, eyes wild and wanton, hand working through his own pleasure like he’s drunk on it. Jungwon’s hips shift until he’s practically fully sheathed in your mouth, regaining your attention. He tugs at your hair—noticing how eager you get when he does it—and one of his hands goes to your ass so he can lift up the hem of your dress. He smirks at Jake who—if he’s being honest—feels terribly lonely on the floor, and delivers a sharp smack to your bare ass.

Jake watches the flesh move with the echo of Jungwon’s slap and fights to not burry his face in between your sweet thighs. You swallow around the man’s cock, a ring of saliva forming and dripping down your chin, making a proper mess of your collarbone in the process, Riki resumes his his taunting kisses on your neck and one hand comes to squeeze that ass he loves so much.

He hooks a finger in your thong, tugs at it only to watch it snap back in place, “Such a pretty ass, you’re just pretty all over aren’t you?”

Riki’s mouth travels up to your jaw and cheek, and when he gets close enough, he licks around your mouth to clean the mess of saliva you’ve made. Jungwon actually freezes for a second, seeing how close he is to his dick, but the low groan he emits says a lot about how he feels.

“Messy girl,” the youngest teases, licking his own lips while stroking your ass cheek. You’re so lost in pleasure you start rocking your hips against Sunghoon’s thighs, which he notices by the way his breathing gets shallower and his mouth hangs open.

Your mouth leaves Won with a pop and you look back at Jake, miserably sitting on the floor, gazing up at you like admiring a painting. “You can touch me baby, go ahead.” you tell him, lips curling into a cheeky smile.

It doesn’t take more than a millisecond for his hands to be on your ass along with Riki’s. Jake kisses his way up your spine, sending shivers all over you body, he traces every ridge of every bone and makes it a point to let you know you are beautiful and wanted. Your head lolls, fingers loosing cadence on Sunghoon’s cock—but fear not, he wraps his own around yours and guides them up and down the slick length with a low groan.

“Can I taste you, please?” Jake looks up at you with those boba eyes and those thick lashes, “Let me make you feel good.”

You suddenly get up off of Sunghoon’s lap, leaving him breathless, cock twitching and eyebrows furrowed, Jungwon’s stroking himself lazily, watching your every move. When you sink down on the floor and push Jake to a lying position, Riki hums approvingly.

You straddle his lap, your lips find his chest and place sparse tender kisses all the way to his pale neck, you only give him a taste of your mouth before shifting. The man waits with wide eyes that get even wider the second your thighs bracket his face, but when you’re done hovering and sit down, Jake whimpers. You settle your your full weight down onto his mouth, his nose is buried against your clit, his lips sealed around you, and every time he exhales you feel the warm rush of his breath against your soaked cunt.

You’re dripping onto his tongue, you feel it all over, your thong when Jake pulls it aside and it hits your skin. You look up at the others, quite proud of the hold you seem to have on them, and you beckon Riki to come closer. He doesn’t even wait, he knows exactly what’s his to take and so in a swift movement, his pants are discarded on the floor along with his calvin kleins.

“That’s my girl,” he breathes out, one hand twisting your hair in a loose ponytail. His cock throbs at the sight of you on your knees and just as he’s about to press it to your lips, you lift a finger.

It’s a shameless move, and you’re not sure how you’re going to manage but you call Sunghoon over. He rises from the sofa like he’s been waiting for the invitation, cock still flushed and shiny from your earlier attention, the head glistening as he steps closer. Riki’s grip in your hair tightens just enough to tilt your face up, and the second Sunghoon is within reach you open your mouth for him.

He slides in slow, letting you feel every thick inch while Jake’s tongue works greedily beneath you. It’s so tantalizingly good that every part of you is set aflame, the heavy length of Sunghoon stretching your lips while Jake’s mouth seals tighter around your cunt, nose pressed firm against your clit. You moan around the cock in your mouth and the vibration makes Sunghoon’s hips stutter.

“Fuck,” he breathes, one hand coming to rest at the back of your head. “Look at you go…”

Riki watches with pleased eyes, still stroking himself slowly beside you. Jungwon has moved closer too, standing just off to the side, fist wrapped loosely around his cock as he drinks in the sight of you—mouth full, ass still marked faintly from earlier. You love it, you’ve never felt so full—albeit technically totally empty.

Jake’s hands come up to grip your hips, pulling you down harder onto his tongue and he licks into you like he’s starving for it in messy strokes that make your thighs tremble. Every time you rock forward to take Sunghoon deeper, you grind down onto Jake’s face, smearing yourself across his mouth and chin. He loves it though, you can see his hips buck in the air, waiting for some kind of friction.

You pull off Sunghoon’s cock just long enough to catch your breath, a string of saliva still connecting your bottom lip to the head. “Don’t just stand there,” you tell Jungwon, voice rough. “Come here.”

Needless to say he steps in immediately. You wrap your free hand around him, stroking in time with the way you sink your mouth back down onto Sunghoon and Riki’s fingers stay twisted in your hair, guiding the rhythm.

The latter leans in close to your ear, “You’re soaking him, baby. Poor Jake can barely breathe and he’s still trying to get his tongue deeper.” He nips at your earlobe. “You gonna come on his face while you’ve got Sunghoon’s cock down your throat?”

The words send a violent pulse straight between your legs. Jake moans against you like he heard them too, the sound vibrating through your cunt, and your thighs tighten around his head. Sunghoon’s breath is getting ragged above you, every time you hollow your cheeks he curses under his breath like he’s about to combust.

Jungwon’s hand covers yours on his cock, showing you the exact pace he wants, the exact twits of your hand he prefers, while his other hand reaches down to squeeze your breast through the half-open dress. You’re surrounded—mouths and hands on every side—and the only thing you can do is take it.

You roll your hips harder against Jake’s face, chasing the building pressure, and he answers by sucking your clit between his lips and flicking his tongue against it in quick strokes.

The pleasure coils tight and low in your stomach, and you’re not even sure when was the last time you’ve felt so good. You’re so close it almost hurts —thighs shaking, breath coming in sorts of short gasps around the cock in your mouth.

As for Sunghoon, he’s been hard for so long already, twitching against your tongue every time you hollow your cheeks, and you can taste how close he is. His hand tightens at the back of your head, hips starting to push forward in these little aborted thrusts like he can’t help it anymore.

Riki’s still got your hair in his fist, watching everything with that smug smirk. “Look at Sunghoon,” he murmurs against your ear, “he’s been leaking since you first touched him. Poor thing’s about to lose it.”

You moan around the cock in your mouth and the vibration makes Sunghoon’s whole body jolt. You can tell he wants to say something to Riki, prideful as always, but he’s cut short by the force of his pleasure. Jake’s hands squeeze your thighs harder, pulling you down so his nose is crushed against you, tongue fucking into your cunt like he’s trying to get every drop. The pressure on your clit is perfect and so constant that you feel the coil in your stomach snap.

Your thighs shake hard around his head as you come, grinding down onto his mouth with broken little whimpers that vibrate around Sunghoon. They all watch you with hooded eyes, mesmerized while you’re dripping onto Jake’s tongue, pulsing against his lips, and he just keeps licking through it like he doesn’t need air. The pleasure rolls through you in heavy waves, making your fingers tighten around Jungwon and your throat flutter around Sunghoon.

That’s what pushes the latter over.

“Oh fuck, y/n…” he groans, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, “I’m gonna—”

He curses under his breath, hips stuttering, and then the next you know he’s cumming hard down your throat with hot pulses that you have to swallow around because he’s buried so deep. His hand fists in your hair, holding you there while he empties into your mouth, dick throbbing heavily against your tongue. You can feel how much he’s been holding back, the way every spurt seems to drag another wrecked sound out of him.

Jake, him, is still lapping at you through the aftershocks, messy and eager as usual, while Riki strokes himself faster at the sight of Sunghoon’s hips jerking and your throat working. Jungwon’s breathing is ragged beside you, watching his friend’s face like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

When you finally pull off Sunghoon’s cock a string of saliva and cum connects your bottom lip to the head, and he looks completely gone—eyes an endless pit of darkness, mouth hanging open.

Riki laughs quietly, thumb brushing the corner of your messy mouth. “Good girl,”

But nobody had time to say anything or resume any movement because it suddenly comes to your attention that someone is standing at the door.

“Why does everyone always leave me out of things?” says a tired voice.

Heeseung has his fists clenched like a little kid getting out of bed to warn his parents he threw up, he glares at the boys but his eyes soften once he sees you still sitting on his friends face like it’s the most normal thing.

“You were drunk, man.” Riki clarifies, his cock lying untouched on his stomach.

“Couldn’t have you waited until I sobered up? Oh my god, in my own apartment bro.” the man groans, pointing to himself, “I’m sober now, i slept it off.”

“I don’t think it works like that man,” Jake says, muffled from under your cunt. You quickly get off him, wiping the cum from off your mouth. “I’m pretty sure it takes like 8 hours to sober up.”

Heeseung pulls out his phone while everyone sits back down, you put your dress back on your ass and sit on the floor, stroking Jake’s thigh. “Let’s fact check then, motherfucker. Cause I feel pretty sober right now seeing you guys leave me out like that.”

He does a quick google search, eyebrows raised like he’s sure he’s gonna make a point, and once he has the answer he says, “Hah. See?” he holds out his phone presenting a random page about alcohol and consent. “Nobody even asked me if I consented to it, you guys just did your thing without me. How sad is that.”

You snort, amused, and grab his phone to scroll down the article, your eyes quickly scanning the words. “I mean, he doesn’t seem confused, he’s not slurring, or behaving unusually.” you turn to him, “Do you want to join?”

Heeseung nods avidly, hair bouncing with the force of his agreement. But you cock your head, “Are you sure?” you ask him, “Spell my name backwards then count to 20.”

Jungwon chuckles, sitting next to Riki, and he watches with amusement as the former drunk spells your name backwards perfectly and counts to twenty.

Heeseung still looks a little wounded even after doing it without a single stumble, so you decide right then you’re going to make it up to him. You signal him with a tilt of your chin toward the couch and he sits without question, thighs spreading just enough for you to drop to your knees between them.

You lean in slow, nuzzling the soft skin of his inner thigh first, then higher, mouthing over the thick outline trapped in his pants. When you finally free him, the head is already shiny and leaking, it makes you wonder how long he’s truly wanted this. You take your time, tongue flattening against the underside in lazy strokes before you finally sink down, lips stretching around him.

Heeseung’s hand finds the back of your head almost immediately, fingers threading into your hair, not to push, just holding on like he needs the anchor. His breath keeps hitching every time you hollow your cheeks and drag up slow, the way he looks at his friends says a lot about how good this feels for him.

Jake drops onto the couch right next to him, close enough that their shoulders brush and their knees knock. But you’re so focused on the wet slide of your mouth that you almost miss the moment their faces tilt toward each other. It starts as a brush of lips, hesitant and questioning, then deeper, tongues meeting. You don’t even notice how it starts, but the next thing you know, they’re fully going at it, tongue and all.

The second they realie what they’re doing, though, they jerk apart like they’ve been burned, eyes wide, both of them flushing hard.

Jungwon’s already there, one hand on the back of each of their necks, shoving their heads together again with zero hesitation.

“Who the fuck cares if you’re boys,” he says, voice low and amused, “just kiss each other.”

You moan around Heeseung’s cock at the sight, the vibration making him twitch hard against your tongue. Jake’s cock is still untouched in his pants, a heavy line straining the fabric, but Heeseung’s hand is already there, palm rubbing over it through the material while they kiss again, messier this time, like the words unlocked something.

Heeseung doesn’t last. You feel the warning pulse, the way his thighs tense under your palms, and then he’s spilling across your tongue with a broken sound, hips stuttering. You suspect the sensations were only heightened by the feeling of Jake’s tongue and that makes your thighs squeeze together. He cradles your cheek after, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth where a little cum has escaped, eyes soft and a little dazed as he watches you swallow.

Nishimura Riki’s been quiet long enough.

“My turn,” he announces, sitting on the floor and offering you a hand. He makes a whole show of it—turning you so everyone can see, peeling the dress up your body inch by inch like he’s unwrapping something expensive, then hooking his fingers in the thin strings of your thong and dragging it down your legs so slowly it almost hurts.

When you’re bare he pulls you into his lap, ass up and facing the others so you’re presented to the room.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, hands spreading you open for them. “So fucking pretty like this.” He spits, the warmth landing right on your cunt, then uses two fingers to smear it around, circling your clit before pushing inside slow. “Already dripping for us again. Taking it so well.”

The others are stroking themselves while they watch—Sunghoon and Jungwon on either side, Jake and Heeseung still half-tangled. It’s no surprise when you notice Heeseung’s hand now fully inside Jake’s open fly, working him slow and unashamed. Riki keeps fingering you, dirty little praises spilling out under his breath, spreading your cheeks until you have to brace on the floor, face down.

A couple minutes after he’s lifting you like a ragdoll, both hands under your arms as he makes you straddle him, he finally lines up but only then does it occur to him how irresponsible this is.

“Condom?” he asks Heeseung, snapping his fingers at him.

The bastard doesn’t even hear, too engrossed in Jake’s kisses, his hand wrapped around his cock tugging lazily. Riki throws a discarded pillow at him, and his head snaps up.

“Condom man.” he repeats.

Quickly, Heeseung finds a stash of condoms in his cabinets and throws one at his friend who diligently tears it open and puts it on. You line yourself with his length and wrapping your arms around his neck you rub your sopping cunt against his tip. “Tssk, stop moving baby, you know how I get when you tease.” Riki warns with a click of his tongue.

When he sinks in in one long thrust, Riki doesnt even give you time to adjust, he grips your hips and guides you into a steady ride.

“Fuck… that’s it, mama. You gonna ride me like you did last time in the phone booth?” he rasps.

Sunghoon’s head snaps up, “You fucked in the pods???”

Riki only chuckles smugly and bucks up hard enough to punch a moan out of you, “and she liked it, didn’t you baby?” he squeezes your cheeks together and plants a kiss on your mouth.

“Mmh, yes.” you whimper mindlessly, just enjoying yourself, eyes closed with abandon.

You feel Sunghoon and Jungwon move closer, so you do what a professional multitasker does, you take one in each hand, stroking them in time with the roll of your hips, then lean to the side to suck Sunghoon deep before switching to Jungwon, alternating until your jaw aches in the best way. Riki just keeps thrusting up, filling you perfectly, hands roaming your waist, your tits, your throat until there’s no part of you left untouched.

Jake and Heeseung are practically seconds away from fucking—the latter has Jake’s cock fully out now, stroking him while they kiss like they’re starving, both of them flushed and clearly a lily embarrassed about how far they’ve gone. You catch Jake’s eye over your shoulder and smile, voice rough from the cock previously in your mouth.

“There’s no judgment here. Go ahead. I know you want it, Jakey.”

It acts as some sort of approval for him because the next second he’s out eating Heeseung’s mouth again. You start riding Riki faster, hips snapping down harder, chasing the thick stretch of him.

But all the while, your eyes stay locked on Heeseung and Jake—watching the way their hands wrap around each other’s cocks, stroking in desperate rhythm while they keep kissing like they can’t stop. Every time their mouths meet you clench around Riki without meaning to.

He notices, ever so attentive.

Riki’s hands come up and grab your cheeks, squeezing them together so your lips pout, forcing you to look at him while he thrusts up to meet every drop of your hips.

“Look at you,” he groans, voice rough. “I can feel your cunt clench around me when they kiss. Dirty girl… does that turn you on?”

You nod desperately, a broken little sound escaping as he keeps fucking up into you. “I knew it. My dirty girl likes to watch, huh?” Riki rasps, fucking you stupid.

Jungwon’s already kneeling next to you, close enough that his breath hits your skin. He leans in and mouths at your neck, sucking soft marks while his hand works his own length in tight strokes—desperate for the release he’s been holding onto all night. His free hand finds your breast, thumb brushing over the nipple before he ducks lower and takes it into his mouth, sucking hard. His moans vibrate around your peaks, and your little sounds of pleasure only seem to pump him meaner, to the point where his teeth graze them now.

Riki’s thrusts turn sharper, angling just right, and the pressure builds too fast. You can’t even think, saliva gulped down in a mewl as he fills you over and over again. You moan his name over and over, gripping his arms, “Please, fuck.. Im so close, please.”

Your begging only entice him more, his hips n snap up until he’s grazing your cervix. Air’s gone thick with the stink of want, everyone caught up in some sort of trance.

Out of the blue, you find yourself coming for the second time that night with a shaky cry, walls fluttering and squeezing around him. The way you sound is enough to tip Jungwon over the edge as he spills hot across your thigh with a muffled groan against your tit, still sucking like he can’t let go.

You feel Riki empty inside the condom, gripping your ass and muttering your name again and again, mouth hanging open. He’s undoubtedly having one of the best orgasms he’s ever had, if he’s not counting the delicious one in the phone booth, that is.

Across the couch Heeseung and Jake follow almost at the same time, making each other come in a mess of wet kisses and shaky hands, both of them panting into each other’s mouths as they paint each other’s stomachs and fists.

Your legs give out, unable to catch up. You slump forward onto Riki’s chest, still so full of him, forehead mashed to his collarbone while he wraps both arms around you and holds you there. It’s almost tender if it wasn’t for the stench of sex and the loud panting of men.

“You did so good,” Riki murmurs into your hair, one hand stroking slow up and down your spine. “So fucking good for us.”

Everyone’s quiet for a minute, just catching their breath and their minds as well. Then there are gentle hands everywhere.

Jungwon wipes the mess off your thigh with careful fingers before pressing soft kisses along the same path. Sunghoon brings a warm cloth and cleans between your legs while Riki is still inside you, murmuring quiet praise the whole time. Heeseung and Jake lean in from either side, kissing your shoulders, your neck, the corners of your mouth, whispering how pretty you looked, how perfect you felt.

They take turns kissing your body like they’re worshipping every inch. It’s safe to say your body is sore, but your body could use more. That’s why even after witnessed them cleaning you up, you lift yourself off of Riki’s lap and walk over to Sunghoon.

“More,” you simply say against his chest.

And heck if he indulges.

rüe’s a/n : okay i’m sorry if it’s messy, took me a while to finish this one so the endings a bit rushed. reblogs and feedback is appreciated! 💗if the plots all over the place it’s cause it’s a smut originally so i didn’t really think about the plot that much. taglist: @waeclr @whymsikl

“Y-You’re crazy-! Ah-! Wait, wait, not so rough…!” You barely get your words out through your panicked breathing before Riki’s shoving his hips up against you. He bullies his cock into you from behind at such an unforgiving angle. Deep, full thrusts that leave your poor cunt with no choice but to take it, walls stretched open from how thick and long he is, hole fluttering and drooling around him as your consciousness swims and blurs all around the edges.

“So fucking tight… Your body looooooooves this dick, doesn’t it?” There’s such a mocking whiff of glee in every syllable of his words. “She loooooooves it, looooooves gobbling up my cock. So greedy.”

You whimper helplessly. You want to shove your head back down and let his downy pillows swallow up all of your sloppy noises, but tears prick at the corners of your eyes. His grip on your hair is so relentless. 

Thrust. “Fuck- Ah- Riki!” 

Thrust. “You’re- you’re going to break me…!”

Thrust. “We’re not even close like that- There’s no need to be like this-!”

You’re scrambling to keep your sanity. Each snap of his hips has you seeing stars. Fuck, fuck- Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, you’re going to cum at this rate. You don’t know where your inner thoughts end and your audibly mindless babbling begins. You’re flipping all over. Bargaining for mercy, appealing to logic, just crying out like a wounded animal as his cock rubs itself all over your insides. Lewd squelching noises echo around the room. Smack, smack, smack, as if the sounds of your rabid fucking exists just to break you down that much further. 

Shame burns at your face and exposed skin, but the unrelenting knot that’s been mounting inside your stomach burns harder. You hate just how right Riki is, how every demeaning thing he coos at you only proves him correct. 

You love how it feels, even with your brain screaming otherwise. You love the sting and burn of his fat cock shoving your cunt open. You love how he buries himself so deep into you, enough to make it feel like his tip is pressing up against your windpipe. 

“Riki!” You choke out. You’re more or less screaming at this point. Mortification and arousal are one and the same as you sob out his name. Over and over again, the only thing to ground you as Riki grips onto you possessively, making sure the foundation of the dorm and its thin walls quiver from just how good he’s making you feel. 

His command is singular. “Louder.” 

He yanks at your hair again, and your face careens upwards towards the ceiling. You’re leaking all over his cock at this point. Your juices are only making it that much easier for him to fuck into you. Animalistic thrusts, his base instincts wholly taking over with the singular goal of making you gush on his dick. It’s fast and sloppy and rough, and fucking hell—you just know you’re never going to get dick as good as Nishimura Riki’s for the rest of your life.

You’re close to tears. “Riki!”

You don’t think Riki was even your bias. “Riki!”

You don’t think Riki crossed your mind that much before. “Riki!”

You don’t think Riki was someone you cared about when you first got into the group. “Riki!” 

“Now all my hyungs know what I’m doing to you. That the pretty girl they’ve all been eyeing up is getting her pussy fucked out and bred by their youngest.” His words go straight to your cunt. You’re clenching around him for dear life. Your cunt cries out in refusal every time he moves his hips back, as if the two millisecond before he’s drilling back into you is a waste. 

He huffs in triumphant laughter under his breath, “Did that turn you on? You’re close, aren’t you? You’ve been leaking and squeezing me for so long… You keep saying shit like ‘ah, ah, ah, not so rough!’ but you actually like it when I pound into you like this.”

You’re going to lose your mind. You can’t take this anymore, but if you don’t get more of him, you might actually stop breathing. You barely eke out, “I’m gonna- Please- ‘m so close-! Need it so bad, Riki… Feels s’good…!”

“Yeah? So close to what?” He’s not one to give you what you want so easily. If you weren’t so fucked out of your mind, you think you might have thrown something at him for his sheer audacity. But god, right now, with crazy good dick fucking you out like tomorrow doesn’t exist, you’re not above caving. 

“I wanna cum! I wanna cum- wanna cum-,” you slur out, voice ringing out like clear morning bells through the debauched night. “Wanna cum on your cock! Your cock feels so good- Love having sex with you-! Love having sex with your cock- I can’t- I can’t hold on anymore!”

You don’t need to look at him to know he’s cracked that devilish grin. The one that’s gotten you acting so stupid to begin with, the one that got you trapped in his bed, the one that has you like putty in his hands.

He practically purrs, “There you go. Now you’re being just as honest as your pussy.”

The next thrust does you in. You nearly fall forward in a silent shriek as your orgasm rips through you. Pure heat claws at your core, and you stiffen, unconsciously clenching up all around him and squeezing, squeezing, squeezing. Ears blown out and eyes rolling back, you cum shamelessly all over his dick as he empties himself into you. Warmth explodes all inside of you as he fucks you through it until you’re a boneless mess.

When you droop like a wilted flower back onto his sheets, only then does he finally let you bury your head into his pillow. Well, it’s not like you’re actively burying your head in there; you simply don’t have the strength to move elsewhere. Not when you’re still buzzing with the high of your climax, not when he’s sapped your strength so thoroughly, not when your brain has given up on your body completely and all you can do is just lay there and struggle to process everything while Riki leers down at you victoriously, his sticky cum pouring out from between your thighs. 

You really, really can’t stand him. 

You made a mistake. 

Last night wasn’t supposed to escalate like that. 

You have enough self-awareness to come clean and admit that much to yourself. This isn’t just unique to Riki (which… you have quite a bit to debrief about, even if it’s only to yourself again). You’d like to think that you’re more mature than to have your shit rocked this thoroughly and then end up passing out in the bed of said-man-who-rocked-your-shit. 

But you did, and no amount of morning-after regret is going to change the fact that you woke up in Riki’s bed with a disturbingly sore body and a horrifying revelation that you won’t be able to look yourself or him in the face for a while. The sun hasn’t fully risen yet, the room still dark and ambiently moody, and the mound breathing rhythmically next to you signals that Riki is still blissfully asleep. 

You take that as your cue to get out of there as fast as you can. Your body whines in protest, but you fight your way through the stiffness in your limbs and the undeniable ache settling in on your lower back and gingerly swing your feet to get up. You move as efficiently as you can, dressing with whatever you can find without trashing the room too much, while doing your absolute best not to disturb Riki. 

You’re not willing to gamble more of your pride to sleep in and stay longer. You’re not one to judge anyone after the position you’ve found yourself in today, but you highly doubt that Riki’s the type of person to wake you up with a kiss, a gentlemanly “good morning,” and send you on your way with an Uber and breakfast in your stomach. You’re not delusional enough to think that you’re anything special, not when he probably has a line of admirers spanning the world’s equator who’d kill to be in your place.

So objectively speaking, you know you shouldn’t linger. But for some reason, you hesitate right in front of his closet. Hand over your heart, you didn’t seduce Riki with the intention of stealing from him. If it was monetary wealth you were after, you’d fuck your way into Jeff Bezos’s will and hire a hitman to take him out. But your hands itch, and if Riki won’t treat you to at least a taxi and breakfast, then you might as well pamper yourself with something to make the aches and time lost worth your while.

His chains? No, that would be too expensive.

His shoes? No, that would be too weird for you to find any use out of.

His designer clothes? No, that would be too obvious.

You scan the room, ears perked and heart pounding for anything that might tip you off to the fact that you might be caught red-handed. But Riki continues snoring, and before your nerves can give out on you, you decide on your target. Like Atalanta scooping up her golden apples, you lurch forward and extend a hand. 

Your fingers curl around his Chrome Hearts beanie, and you slip out of his bedroom while rubbing your knuckles over the soft material. The hallway outside is dark, the rest of the members most likely asleep or cocooned up in their own respective rooms. Your footsteps are muffled as you carefully pad out over the main areas. You quiet your breathing, keep your mind honed, clutch the beanie close to your body like the purloined booty it is as you race towards the front door. Your thoughts are singular.

Get out.

Get out.

Get out.

“...Holy fuck-!”

You almost scream and eat shit when you nearly collide straight with someone. Red-hot panic flashes through you as you lurch forward, tripping over your own feet before barely managing to straighten yourself. Your eyes strain through the murky darkness of the dorm, only to come face-to-face with who you recognize to be a very frazzled Jay. His hair is a mess, and there’s a half-drunk glass of water in his hands, explaining why he’s sneaking around at this hour like you are. 

He blinks in your direction, and you angle your body to hide the beanie you stole. Your heart hammers inside of your chest—th-thump, th-thump, th-thump, th-thump—until Jay just settles on giving you a good-natured nod in acknowledgement and shuffling off. You stand there for a few breaths longer, fright still gripping your brain in full force. Only when you’re absolutely certain that you won’t be intercepted again do you bolt and finally succeed in escaping.

You don’t want to think too much about what might have gone wrong. You don’t want to think about how often Riki must hook up with other people for Jay to appear so unphased by your escape walk of shame. You don’t want to think about what might happen if Riki notices that his Chrome Hearts beanie is gone.

You’re not special enough for him to notice. That is your one saving grace, your light at the end of the tunnel, your lifeline in your sea of floundering mistakes. 

If Riki has noticed anything, he doesn’t show it. Days pass, and somehow, your paths end up intertwining. Don’t misunderstand—it’s not like he shows up Disney style with a diamond ring in his hand atop a white horse, but you run into him every now and then over the course of a few months. Some meetings are nothing more than amicable, with him peering over his costly sunglasses and giving you a jerky nod in greeting. 

Others are more intimate, and they end with your thighs smeared with loads of his sticky cum and a sore back for the following few days. You’re growing used to waking up with a dull pain flaring up there from how rough he always gets, but shamefully, you’re growing more used to the terribly addictive pleasure he sicks onto you with wicked delight. It’s escalating to the point that you’re slowly looking forward to each hook-up, desire and heat and want pooling deep in your belly whenever you think about how good the stretch of his thick, veiny cock feels. 

For better or for worse, your kleptomaniac tendencies continue. You don’t steal from him after every hook-up. That would be a rookie move, and the last thing you need to throw a wrench into the situationship you have with Riki would be for him to find out that you’ve been pawing through his closet. You always keep it small but profitable; though, the last part is only in theory since every time you do leave his dorm with his Chrome Hearts in tow, you never end up selling it.

The logical part of you knows that the risk is too high. Knowing your luck, he might end up stumbling across the listing and finding you out, or his company might find out and sue you with their brigade of impenetrable lawyers for artist endangerment or some shit. The emotional part of you is fond of your trophies, and because you feel bad that they’ve started collecting dust in your house, you’ve started to integrate some of the more mundane pieces into your wardrobe.

An earring to spice up your outfit on a night out in town with friends. The beanie that started it all when you’re making a quick trip to the grocery store and don’t feel like making your hair look presentable. Sunglasses for when you’re driving—just because you get a kick out of the thought of expensive designer shades being used for something so mundanely utilitarian. 

You never steal anything ostentatious, and you never wear anything ostentatious. Always something small and plain, with just enough plausible deniability that it could be something you acquired yourself organically. You always do your due diligence to make sure you don’t wear them on days you know for sure that you’ll run into Riki, but every now and then, you run into someone else you don’t expect. Like Jay, who you quickly discover gets up a lot earlier than you expected after continually bumping into him on your walks-of-shame out. 

But then you move onto bigger prizes, although that’s mostly with Riki’s permission. You wake up again with a thick layer of crusties in your eyes, and you spend about thirty seconds rubbing them all out. Your eyes are puffy and your throat is sore, undoubtedly from crying and sobbing and moaning after how much Riki overstimulated you last night, and you hobble out of his bed as if you’re a disintegrating scarecrow. You methodically get dressed, haphazardly yanking on your pants (your underwear has disappeared to god-knows-where with how vigorously he was ripping your clothes off last night) and socks before pausing.

Shit. Your top is nowhere to be found. You scour all around the bed and even take a peek around some of the more isolated nooks and crannies of Riki’s dorm room, but as if they’ve been carried away by a ghost, it’s nowhere to be seen.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You need to put something on and skedaddle. No matter how many times Riki’s fucked you and made you come undone in the worst ways possible, you don’t have it in you to face him the morning afterwards. Even more so knowing that this is when you steal from him. You shuffle around, debating if it’s worth stealing one of his shirts or if you should take a big towel from their bathroom to fashion into a makeshift toga, when Riki groans and shifts.

You stop dead in your tracks. Fucking hell—today genuinely was going to be a day where you weren’t actively going to steal from him. You think you might shit your guts out from the guilt alone, and you freeze right where you are. Breath held, stomach clenched, eyes trembling, you pray that he doesn’t wake up.

But life would never be that kind to you.

“...Mmh?” He mumbles sleepily, pushing himself upwards into a seated position. He blinks a few times groggily, and right when you’re debating on running for it while he’s still not fully conscious, does he recognize you. 

“Good morning,” he murmurs before flopping back down on his bed, “Why’re you in such a hurry to get out?”

You pause, and you gnaw on the inside of your cheek. What the fuck are you even supposed to say to that? Why does he have to be so casual about the fact that you two are so intimate? You hate that your heart flutters, hate that you were caught in such a preventable situation, hate that you even let this whole thing turn into a big ordeal. You should have kept it at one good hook-up and exit with no string attached, and now you don’t even know what the correct thing to do would be.

“I… have things to do,” you offer up. It’s only a partial lie. The thing in question that you need to do is leave, so you can lick your wounds and pretend that you’re not growing a little too comfortable with this arrangement. You muster up your courage, bolstered mostly by the pounding adrenaline in your head. “I can’t find my shirt. Can I take one of yours?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure.” Riki gestures vaguely in the direction of his closet. “’s gonna be pretty cold today, I think. Sunoo-hyung kept ranting yesterday about his skin drying because the weather’s changing up. Take a hoodie or something.”

You tiptoe over and open up the closet. The holy grail of Depop resellers stares back at you as you squint through the darkness to mull over your pickings. “A hoodie seems excessive… I just need a t-shirt.”

“Take the fucking hoodie. I don’t need you bitching and moaning about how it’s my fault you caught a cold after going home in nothing but a t-shirt.” A muffled voice retorts from the sheets. “I can always buy another one. Do you fuck broke men on the regular? Why are you acting all prim and proper now?”

You want to roll your eyes. Only he could be this sassy after rearranging your guts. Would it kill him to let go of his whole nonchalant thing and just say that he cares about you enough to want you to stay warm? “I can go fuck said broke men instead,” you huff.

Riki responds with an audible snort. “You wouldn’t. You like my dick too much.”

A flare of embarrassment goes off inside your tight chest, and you physically bite down on your tongue to keep yourself from lashing out anymore. The atmosphere prickles with heated tension, and as much as you love getting your brains fucked out, you don’t think you have it in you to do it back-to-back. Or in what might as well be broad daylight. That feels too wanting, too forward, too everything. 

You need to get out. You run your hands over the hangers and pick one at random. The material is heavy and thick, and when you slip it on, it rests over you like a comforting backhug. 

It smells tantalizingly of him.

You don’t linger too long afterwards, but there’s an odd tug in your chest as you make your usual exit out of the Enhypen dorm. Something about this whole thing is too close to comfort, like a boyfriend sharing his clothes with you instead of you gaslight-gatekeep-girlbossing your way through making his incessant pussy battering worthwhile. You don’t know how to feel about the fact that he’s softening your edges just as much as you’re softening his.

When you walk out, you even give Jay a little greeting as you head out. He gives you a polite greeting back, though today, he stares the slightest bit longer than usual at the sight of you so openly in Riki’s clothes.

You made a mistake.

You knew better than to expect that you could keep your whole thing with Riki entirely under the table. You did everything you could to keep everything under wraps, but if you’re crazy enough to do what you do with him, the people who want to be the one doing what you do with him are even crazier.

It was only a matter of time before people would start finding out. The members were a given, and to an extent, some of the group’s sasaeng fans. You were under the impression that once enough people did find out, the company would serve you some papers and brush you under the rug and that would be it.

NI-KI OF ENHYPEN FINDS A GIRLFRIEND? UNKNOWN FIGURE SPOTTED WEARING MATCHING CLOTHES AND SNEAKING OUT OF KPOP IDOL’S DORM. 

What you did not expect was for a whole news article, complete with pictures, to be the reason why you’re pacing around the Enhypen dorm like a caged animal. Pulse drumming in your ears, limbs twitchy, dread thudding through your veins in a second heartbeat, saying that you’re full blown freaking out would be an understatement. Is there anything you can even do about something like this? About the fact that some anonymous tipper has more or less doxxed you? You had the foresight to immediately get rid of your phone and bolt from your current address the moment you found out, footsteps unconsciously bringing you to where Riki was in vain hopes that he might be able to help navigate this.

So here you are. Stuck in the dorm like a hostage, waiting for Riki to come back home, too scared to peek out the window in case a mob of rabid fans are outside waiting to pelt you with tomatoes. Or the company’s legal team. Both.

Jay, ever the gentleman, keeps you company the best he can. He’s already brewed you a cup of hot tea (which has gone untouched, mostly because if you drink anything, you think you’ll hurl it back up), phoned Riki an ungodly number of times for you (“He’s on his way,” Jay tells you over and over again, “He’s only a few minutes out.”), and tries to feed you something so that you’re not running on sheer adrenaline (which you once more refuse). 

“I know this is a shitty situation, especially for you.” Jay moves to pick up your untouched mug of now-stone cold tea, and he shuffles over to the kitchen to stick in the microwave. You gnaw on your already battered lower lips as he gives you what he probably intends to be a comforting smile. You don’t say anything until the microwave beeps after a while, and Jay returns with your tea.

“I’m scared,” you choke out through strained breathing. “How am I going to live after this? I won’t be able to show my face in public.”

“You’ll have Riki.” Jay takes your trembling hands and maneuvers the warm mug into your grip. The heat spreads against the inside of your palms, and though it’s only for a millisecond, it does make you feel better. Jay beams at you again. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. He’s lucky to have someone like you.”

You tense up at the mention of his name. Your tongue is thick and heavy in your mouth, and you swallow the growing lump that’s made home in your throat. “I… Me and Riki… We’re not like that.”

Jay cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow. “Hm? Not like what?”

Good god. Having to spell it out with your own mouth is making you burn so much more with shame. You might as well be rubbing salt on your open wounds. Your nails drag against the hard surface of the mug, and you tear your gaze away from Jay’s earnest eyes.

“We’re not together. Not in a boyfriend-girlfriend way,” you manage out. You can’t help but start to chew on your mouth and lips again, nerves eating away at your burning insides. “We just hook-up like… a lot. That’s all. Really.”

If Jay was supposed to show any real emotion to that, he doesn’t get a chance to. The front door of the dorm flies open with enough force that it might as well have been kicked in, and you’re so strung up that you end up sloshing some tea over your hands. The tea isn’t hot enough to burn you, thankfully, but it’s enough to make Jay’s parental instincts kick in and swipe the mug from you like you’re a toddler that can’t take care of yourself.

Riki comes in, breathless, impeccably pretty face screwed over in worry. His eyes widen when he sees you, and you instinctively lurch forward in his direction, all of your prepped speeches and crash outs and everything going blank once he’s actually here in front of you.

He takes the words right out of your mouth. “We need to talk.”

A hand clamps down on your wrist, and before you can object, he’s yanking you in the direction of his room. You stumble with him, barely keeping up with his urgent footsteps, and a new wave of dread engulfs you as you cross the threshold from dorm to bedroom. It’s something you’ve done countless times, and yet, today feels as if you’re crossing the point of no return.

“Hey, be gentle!” Jay calls out from the common area. Riki pays Jay’s comment no mind and shuts the door behind him. It locks into place with a metallic ‘click,’ and only then are you finally alone with him. Face-to-face, just the two of you, a sobering realization that something that wasn’t supposed to get this far, has in fact, gotten this far. 

You should talk. You need to talk. You have to find the clarity amidst all the topsy-turvy chaos and straighten out your story with Riki before Belift pummels you into anonymity and silence. You should know better than to expect any real gentleness from someone like him. Happy endings don’t come out of mindless sex, and happy endings definitely don’t come to someone who might have gotten this whole thing busted from stealing out of his closet.

“Riki, I-,” you try to start. You don’t get far. You’re half-expecting him to be angry with you, to start screaming and yelling and acting unreasonable, but instead, what you find sends a completely different chill down your spine. 

It has to be your eyes playing tricks on you. 

There’s just no way, no fucking way, that he looks absolutely victorious right now.

Everything ends the exact same way it began.

“Riki, you’re being unreasonable-,” you stutter out as his hands start impatiently yanking at your clothes. You have a half a mind to try and calm him down, work some logic back into him so you can put out the bomb that’s landed squarely in your lap, but it’s so difficult to stay grounded when he’s actively cornering you against his bed and staring down at you as if he’s going to eat you whole. Your mouth goes dry as he shoves you against his bed, and soon enough, you’re performing the same song and dance of shedding your clothes while you half-heartedly argue with him.

His palm cups your clothed cunt. His voice is deep against the shell of your ear. “I saw that you were talking to Jay-hyung. Did you talk to him for a while?”

It’s a trap. You know it’s a trap. You stumble over your own words. “H-He was the only one home when I came by. He was just being polite and making sure I’m okay. Riki- Riki, fucking listen to me! There are news articles about us right now- This isn’t the time to have sex!”

He looks at you straight in the eye, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. “Everyone else knows we’re fucking now. What are you getting all shy about?”

Your words die out in the back of your throat at that. Riki gives a small huff, and the rest of your clothes are coming off of you like you’re shedding a second skin. You’re all too used to the rhythm of this. The sensation of his cool sheets under your body, the heat of his breath fanning against your neck as his lips bite and kiss and suck, the tight grip of his hands as he gropes at your chest and stomach and hips.

“Riki-,” you whimper out. Need builds up inside of your chest and core. You wish you had the fortitude to keep your thoughts straight and to get your ducks in a row, but with Riki on top of you and making it impossible for you to process anything other than him, you’re a lamb led to the slaughter. “Riki- We- I-”

“What are you so worried about? Your safety?” He licks at your cheek, and you shiver. He captures your lips in an open-mouthed, selfish kiss, and he moans obscenely into your mouth at how sweet you taste. “You have nothing to worry about. You have me.”

“I-,” you force out in between sticky making out, “-I won’t be able to show my face in public! Or get a job! How am I going to support myself?”

Riki stops dead in his tracks. You barely hold back a sigh, wondering if that was the reality check he needed to realize the gravity of the situation. But then he shifts downward, and when he opens his mouth to press a kiss to your chest, he instead bites.

And he bites hard.

You shriek. It can’t be more than a mere second, and yet the sensation of his teeth sinking into the curve of your soft chest emblazons itself into a dark part of your mind. It hurts, hurts so bad—even when being rough, Riki has always made sure to balance the pain with the pleasure. This was something he did to hurt you, to make sure you felt his capability to inflict it onto you, and for some fucking reason, you liked it. Deep down, you fucking liked it.

“You’re not listening to me,” he hisses, “Everyone already knows what we’re doing. Hell—I bet your polite Jay-hyung is piecing it together right now too. I said I’ll take care of you. Everyone thinks we’re together. So why don’t we?”

Getting shot in the head point blank might be less shocking. Your blood runs cold, and any cloudiness in your mind disappears with a snap. “What? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I know you heard me.” He pushes up off of you, and your breath catches dangerously when his hands slide down to your hips. He drags your now-soaked panties down, tossing them behind his shoulder. He sits there, taking a second just to admire the sight of your naked body underneath him, quivering with the knowledge that you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.

There’s the sound of his belt coming undone and the shuffling of fabric as he drops his pants. You hold your breath as he pulls his cock out, the tip swollen and drooling. You want it inside you. You want him to come to his senses. You want him to fuck you like tomorrow doesn’t exist because tomorrow genuinely doesn’t exist for you. You want him to take this more seriously and figure out a more solid plan of action.

He catches you licking your lips. “You want it? Lay back down. I’ll give you the cock you love so much. The cock you’ve more or less ruined yourself over.”

Your face burns, and your stomach twists in on itself. “You don’t need to phrase it like that… I’m trying to be serious.” And yet, you find yourself complying. You sink back down into his bed, mattress against your back. You spread your legs, and it feels like a permanent shiver has made its home in your spine when the cool air hits your dripping slit.

“And you don’t think I’m being serious?” Riki asks. He slots himself in between your legs, the kiss tattoo on his pelvis flashing before your eyes before your thigh obscures it. “I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

He grips the base of his cock, and he slaps the heavy tip against your swollen clit. The wet sound from the simple action is so obscene, it makes your face burn all over again. Sparks shoot up your core, and you need more. He rubs his cock up and down your slit, moaning as your pussy lips envelop his thick length.

Your pride is the lump in your throat. Your pride is the humiliated tears threatening to well up in the corners of your eyes. Your pride is your hungry cunt betraying you, your juices coating Riki’s cock in an undeniable sheen.

“I know you want it.” He breaks the terse silence first. His cockhead rests right against your entrance, just catching against the tight ring of muscle. He watches you like a wolf stalking its next meal, the ghost of a smile hinging on the corner of his lips as your cunt pulses and shivers, clenching visibly around nothing. “You trust me, don’t you?”

How the fuck are you supposed to answer that? You hesitate, and Riki’s eyes narrow in displeasure.

“Trust me,” he urges, firmer. “Tell me you trust me, and I’ll give it to you. Three words. ‘I trust you,’ and I’ll take care of the whole fucking thing.”

You can’t trust him. You know for a fact you can’t trust him. But what other option do you have? You have no other real support system you can turn to. Belift is out of the question. Your own social circle is probably coming undone from the barrage of doxxing and incessant inquiries from fans and news reporters alike. Jay is patient and kind, but that’s it. He’s an acquaintance that’s being a good Samaritan and nothing else.

You really only have Riki.

Your lips tremble unconsciously. Even though this is a single, isolated moment in time, for some reason, this whole thing suddenly feels like it’s been long overdue, the climax to an exposition that’s been building for a long, long time.

“...I trust you.”

The delight is palpable on his face. “There we go. That wasn’t so hard now, was it? Now all you need to do is turn your brain off, and let me take care of you. I’ll fuck you nice and hard until you can’t even think about anyone other than me. Just trust me.”

He thrusts into you, one sharp motion that has his whole length embedded inside your weeping hole. You arch your back, and aching pain and electric pleasure shoot through your veins like a hit of a drug. It hurts, and it feels good, and true to his word, once he sticks his cock in you, it’s like the world melts away. He barely gives you any time to adjust, immediately pinning you down underneath him so you can’t move and snapping his hips into you. Deep and hard and fast, making sure you feel every inch and ridge so that the mind-numbing pace is all you can register.

“Fuck- so fucking tight-,” he grunts. He’s not even trying to hide that monstrous possessiveness of his anymore. He looks so goddamn pleased with himself, making you cry out and sob and go incoherent just from having him put it in. “See? We’re meant to be. There’s no need for us to go around tiptoeing anymore. All you need to do is just take my dick like you’re meant to. This cunt was made to be ruined by me. You were made to be fucked by me. I’ll make it so that you can’t live without my cock.”

“S-So rough…!” You whimper. Your mind is teetering on nothingness already. The tension building up inside of you is already too much, your body already having been worn out from being stuck in fight-or-flight. Now you’re stuck in fuck-or-fuck, and you somehow keep digging yourself into deeper and deeper graves. 

“Say it,” he demands in between each thrust, “Say that you can’t live without me. Say that you’ll have me forever.”

It’s torture. He’s hitting you in all of the best spots, making you gush around his thick base every time he bottoms out. He’s always manhandled you whenever you came over for his stupid booty calls, but this feels different. There’s genuinely something at stake here, and with Riki determined to escalate your relationship from misconstrued one to a real one, he’s railing into you with a single-minded purpose.

You’ve already promised yourself to him, haven’t you? Long before panic running to his dorm, long before the news article that led to the panic running to his dorm, long before stealing the clothes that led to the news article that led to the panic running to his dorm, he had worked you into his trap. You walked into his arms and gave him your body, and since when has Riki ever willingly let go of something he’s gotten a taste of?

Your sense of responsibility is long gone now. All you care about is the burning in your cunt, the heat that his cock stirs up inside your guts, the insistent and all-consuming need to turn into a mindless slut and live only for him. “I-I can’t live without you! I can’t live without your cock! Please- Riki- Please- I need to be with you!”

“Need to be with me for…?” He trails off mockingly. He gives a particularly sharp thrust, and his cockhead brushes into your G-spot at such a devastating angle that your body nearly convulses. The hot tears have started slipping past your waterline. Scalding rivulets mark your pathetic state.

You moan what he wants to hear most out. Each word is underlined by his thrusts, his pointed thrusts that make you feel like you’re both animals in heat, the world dissolving away into nothing but an amalgamation of limbs and sweat and sex. “I want to be with you- I need to be with you forever! Riki, ‘m so close- I think I’m gonna cum! So close- Please, need to cum on your cock…”

“Yeah? Gonna make a mess all over me? Gonna prove to me that my cock’s the only thing your cunt needs?” The undeniable sloppy sounds of bodies hitting each other punctuate his harsh words. “I know you’re almost there. Just a little more, and I’ll let you cum. See? I told you you could trust me. I told you I’d take care of you.”

You’re going to go mad with desperation. Your body’s at its limit. It’s been at its limit for a while. You only need a little bit more to get where you need to be. He’s stretching you out in all the right places, fucking you just right, making you cry out his name and have your brain melting out your ears with each passing second.

“Anything- Anything, Riki!” You babble out.

He repeats, faux incredulity spiking his voice. “Anything?” 

“Anything!” You reaffirm. You don’t even sound like yourself anymore. You don’t recognize the carnal desperation in your voice, the shameless wanton need that makes you sound all high-pitched and fucked out.

Riki leans in, and you moan again as he kisses you. His tongue slides over yours, all spit and wet and mouths sucking on each other. “Say that you love me. Say that much, and I’ll let you cum as much as you want.”

You’re going to die. You’re going to die in his bed. You’re going to die in his bed from getting railed by him. 

Nothing is sacred anymore. Nothing is off the table. Nothing is too much for you to store away as a last reserve. Nothing is to be hidden and stashed away from him, not when he’s demanding your everything to be laid out and claimed as his.

“I love you! I love you!” You cry out, full blown sobbing. “Let me cum- Please! Riki, I love you- Love you so much! I love you, I love you!”

You don’t remember how many times you’ve screamed it out. You just kept saying it over and over, until it satisfied him, until you could feel the knot inside your stomach snap violently and you’re cumming all over his dick. Squirting and making a mess, there’s no way to deny the fact that you’ve just orgasmed on his cock. 

That you’ve just came from telling him that you love him.

But you can’t think. Not with the haze covering your mind, not with your body feeling like jelly now that all the adrenaline and tension has left. Especially not when Riki presses another sickeningly sweet kiss to the crown of your head, and a flicker of heat flares back up inside your belly when you feel him draw his hips back. His cock is still hard, and he isn’t done indulging in you the way he’s wanted for all this time.

“That wasn’t so hard to say, was it?” He whispers. Another kiss to your forehead, and then he’s tucking away the sweaty strands of hair splayed across your face. A strangled cry worms its way out your throat when he gives an experimental thrust.

“I haven’t cum yet,” he murmurs, “But we can fix that. And it’ll be okay since we both know that we love each other now. No matter what happens after, I’ll take care of it all. Yeah?”

Can you even say anything to that? It’s been mistake after mistake for you, each one building up until they all bite their tails and turn into an inextricable Ouroboros to keep you trapped.

No, let’s not lie. This isn’t the result of your mistakes. This whole thing begins and ends with Riki.

He kisses your mouth, solemnly and adoringly and happily. 

“I love you too,” he whispers against your shaking lips, “And we’ll be so, so happy together.”

NI-KI POV

You think you’re so slick.

Riki has known the whole time that you’ve been stealing from him.

Scratch that. Minor correction.

Riki has been letting you steal from him.

It’s difficult for Riki to pinpoint what exactly about you has made him act in a way that is objectively foolish. It’s undeniable that he likes all of you. Everything you’ve shown to him, he’s devoured with relish. It goes beyond a mere infatuation with your body and the insane sex you have with him. It’s in your snark, your blasé attitude, the fact that you treat him like someone his age rather than a perfect idol atop a pedestal. It’s refreshing, and it makes him feel like he wants to be around you all the time.

Would it be such a bad thing to go that extra step, to make sure you can be with him forever? Maybe he’s taken the extreme option instead of the high road, but this is Riki we’re talking about at the end of the day. He’s never, ever been satisfied with doing things halfway. And between losing you entirely or doing whatever he can to tie you down for eternity, he’s picking the latter in a heartbeat. 

When he knows you’re coming over, he’s deliberately strewn about his things. Curiosity pricks at his brain when he imagines what you might take. A beanie he’s expertly placed “casually” in your path. Earrings “haphazardly” scattered about his desk. Sunglasses he tosses right by the door. Easy pickings, like Hippomenes rolling golden apples in front of a fleeing Atalanta.

It’s a slow process, but it’s a definite one for sure. He wants to make it so that everyone misconstrues your relationship with him. So that wherever you go, he’ll follow—his clothes, thoughts of him, his name dangling off of the end of yours. 

He knows he’s succeeded on a seemingly random day. Dance practice is about winding down, and the rest of the members are all doing their separate routines, getting ready to go home. Jungwon is running through what he wants to talk about during his evening live, Jake is pawing through his bag for a change of clothes, Sunghoon and Sunoo are bickering like a married couple over probably nothing again…”

“Hey…,” Jay’s concerned voice breaks through Riki’s meandering thoughts. Riki turns to face him, eyebrow raised in a wordless response. Jay looks a little nervous, and he casts a wide glance around to make sure no one else is observing them.

“Can I talk to you for a second? Nothing super serious.” Jay scratches behind his neck. He gestures towards a back corner, and Riki obediently follows. The two slip away wordlessly, and only once Jay confirms that no one has noticed them going missing does he finally start speaking again.

“I… don’t want to pry. And you have every right to let me know if I’m overstepping,” he starts, sighing deeply through his nose. Riki thinks to himself that Jay looks like an anxious father about to give the birds-and-the-bees talk. Jay swallows and pauses, as if he’s mulling over his next words carefully, “But are you seeing someone? I kept running into a girl from your room, and she’s always wearing your things, and I just… I guess I wanted to say that there’s a bunch of administrative and bureaucratic stuff that comes with dating and being idols and yadda yadda, but I wanted to check in with you as a person. Like… I want you to be happy, Riki. So if you are starting to date, I’m telling you to treat your girlfriend well.”

Seeing someone.

Starting to date.

Girlfriend.

It takes everything in Riki not to crack the biggest grin of his life. Satisfaction blooms in his chest like a gulp of fresh air to a drowning man. How long has he spent, weeks and weeks purposefully arranging his room and luring you into his arms so that he can set things in motion? The countless nights he’s laid awake, wondering if this whole thing was for naught and your addictive presence was meant to be nothing more than a flash in the pan. But this is proof. Tangible, audible, physical proof.

His plan is working. You’ve been seen sneaking out of his room. You’re out and about while wearing his clothes. Jay wholeheartedly believes you to be his girlfriend and is giving him the big brother pep talk.

Riki raises a hand and pats Jay coolly on the back. “You worry too much, hyung. But don’t worry—

—I’ll treat her very, very well.”

Your foot taps on the marble flooring, leg practically vibrating with nerves.

“As a reminder, your final will be worth almost half your grade,” your teacher continues, pointing at the syllabus she’s displayed on the white board. You hadn’t paid much attention to it the first day of school, mostly because it was never something you had to worry about before.

School’s always been easy for you. One of the lucky ones, your mom would say. Your brain was almost like a sponge with how easily it soaked in new information.

But this class–yeah. It was no joke. And your grade was definitely seeing the results of that.

“To those of you with less than proficient grades at the moment,” your professor's eyes lock onto yours, which makes the anxiety stirring in your chest even worse. “I would heavily suggest finding a tutor.”

A tutor.

You’ve never needed a tutor before. You were the one doing the tutoring. Now you’ve become just like those students that used to come to you for help, and you’d be lying if you said your ego wasn’t taking a hit.

The big fat D you’d gotten on your last test flashes through your mind. Just one in a sea of bad grades, all that were pulling your grade into places you’ve only heard of.

You need to do well on this final if you want to pass the class, that much is obvious. But who the hell would you even ask? You don’t really know anyone here besides Riki, but he’s somehow doing even worse than you are, which is saying something.

Your eyes flicker around the room, darting from face to face in the hopes anyone will look promising.

And then your eyes land on him. Yang Jungwon. He’s sitting in the very back, glasses pushed up his nose and his cardigan bundled around him. To anyone who doesn’t know him, you’re sure he looks the picture of innocence. Just a studious guy who definitely doesn’t spend his time hanging around with his frat brothers and fucking anything that moves.

But you know Jungwon. You understand what subunit of men he falls under.

He’s a womanizer to the highest degree. And the worst kind at that, because he knows that women will fall at his feet without him even having to lift a finger.

You can’t stand guys like that. Men who think that they are entitled to sex simply because they’re attractive. It doesn’t help that most girls are too blind to look further into what type of man he is before they fall into his bed.

Or maybe you’re just thinking too much into it. Though you doubt that.

When class ends, you almost don’t walk over there. It’s too embarrassing, you think. To have to admit to anyone–especially Yang Jungwon–that you need help.

But then the failing grade you’ll surely get if you don’t has you swallowing your pride and forcing yourself to walk over to him.

He doesn’t notice you at first, too busy packing his laptop into his bag. You can actually look at him now that you’re so close and not halfway across the room.

Black hair. Deep, brown eyes. If he was anyone else, you might even think he was attractive. But the thought of falling into his honey-lined trap has you completely disregarding the idea.

You clear your throat, fingers messing idly with the hem of your sweater. “Hey.” You say, the word coming out as more of an awkward squeak then anything else.

He lifts his head to you, eyes looking over you lazily, like he was expecting this. Like he was expecting you. You know that’s probably just your insecurity speaking, but it still makes you feel hot with embarrassment.

He shoulders the strap of his bag. “What’s up?”

It takes everything in you to not turn tail and run. Just looking at him and imagining the smug look you’re sure will wash over his face makes you want to scream. You have half the mind to think he’ll assume you’re asking for help because you want in his pants, which is simply just not true.

You have never wanted anything more than to stay completely away from that STD-machine he calls his dick.

You sigh and run a hand through your hair, ignoring the tangles that catch along your fingers as you do. “You’re good at Anatomy, right?”

He just shrugs. “Depends.”

You raise a brow. “Depends on what?”

His lips raise slightly, threatening to break into a smirk. “On why you’re asking.”

Even though every single fiber of your body screams at you to find literally anyone else, you force yourself to say the words anyway. “I need a tutor,” you mumble.

Jungwon doesn’t look surprised in the least. He hums and takes a small step closer to you. “A tutor, huh?”

You take a step back. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?” You don’t mean for your tone to come out as hostile as it does, but it’s impossible to not feel irritated when it comes to Jungwon.

He huffs out a laugh. “Just making sure,” he says. “I never really took you as the type to need tutoring.”

I’m not, you want to say. Actually, I’d probably beat you out in every other class.

But you doubt offending him is going to make him want to help you. So, instead, you just sigh out, “yeah, well, I do. So are you going to help me or not?”

He pauses for a moment, like he really has to think about it, before he shrugs and gives you a small nod. “Sure, why not? I’ll tutor you.”

Your lips slip into a tight lipped smile. It’s the most polite thing you can really manage at the moment.

“Okay. Cool. Let’s meet at the library this weekend?”

Jungwon shakes his head. “Nah, come by my dorm. Better learning environment.”

You just roll your eyes. If he thinks the two of you will be doing anything except for studying, then he’s a lot dumber than he claims to be.

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In all honesty, you don’t really understand how you got here. On your knees in between Jungwon's thigh, while he fists a handful of your hair and forces his cock down your throat.

You’d been studying—at least, you think so. You aren’t sure if you can call him laughing at you everytime you messed up an answer studying.

“Come on, baby, open up for me.” He grunts, palm practically encasing your skull and pushing you further down onto his dick. Spit dribbles at the corner of your mouth, threatening to drip onto your chest.

You choke around his length, your nails digging into his thighs. He hasn’t let you up for air once–hasn’t even pretended he was going to give you some kind of reprieve. Instead, he’s laughed at you for it.

You flatten your tongue against the base, flicking the tip of the muscle against the vein running up his cock. He groans at the feeling, head tilting back before he forces himself to look down at you again. As if he doesn’t want to miss a second of this.

The feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat makes a fresh onslaught of tears cloud your already blurry vision, and Jungwon has the audacity to smirk at it.

He wraps your hair around his knuckles and forces you off his cock. You splutter for air as you come up, chest heaving and lips swollen. You can still taste his pre-cum on your tongue.

“You cryin’?” He asks, though he says it without any type of concern.

You feel your lower lip wobble with embarrassment. “I-I’m not–”

“No, you are.” He grins. “What? Is my cock too big for your tiny throat?”

Part of you wants to say yes—wants to scream at him for being too rough. Actually, you want to scream at yourself for getting into this situation.

But then you think about the smug look that will no doubt be on his face if you tell him exactly what he wants to hear. So, instead, you take in a breath and take him back into your mouth.

He gasps as you do, and you mentally give yourself a point. You might be the one with his cock down your throat, but you're also the one with most of the power. At least, for now.

You swirl your tongue around the tip, lapping up the precum that drizzles in steady streams. Jungwon doesn’t shy away from being loud, and the moans that pour from him encourages you to take him deeper.

This time, you remind yourself to relax your throat and breathe through your nose. And ever so slowly, you manage to take him all the way to the base. Your nose smushes against his pelvis bone, filling your senses with sweat and his expensive cologne.

“Fuck!” He practically yelps, little whimpers falling from his lips the longer you deepthroat him. “Good fucking girl,” he gasps, “all you’re good for, right? Sucking dick and, hah, nothing else?” He chuckles, but it’s shaky. “Can’t even pass a fucking final.”

The reminder makes something twist low in your chest. A mix of embarrassment and…arousal. The reminder is a low blow, you’re sure he knows that, but it doesn’t piss you off like you think it should. Instead, heat pools between your legs, and you have to rub your thighs together in the hopes you might get any kind of relief.

Jungwon sees it, because of course he does. “You like that? Being reminded of just how fucking dumb you really are?”

You attempt to deny, but the words come out muffled. It sounds more like you’re gargling then anything else.

“Can’t even speak properly, stupid, stupid girl.” He laughs.

But even though he’s trying to play it cool, you can feel the way his thighs are shaking. Can feel how his hips jerk up every-so-often, searching for even more friction. Greedy.

You hollow out your cheeks, and force yourself to take him even deeper. His tip has far surpassed the back of your throat, forcing you to gag around him.

He lets out a long, high-pitched sound that nearly sounds like a wail. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum–”

His hips jerk uncontrollably into your mouth, and then he’s spilling into you. Ropes of cum fill your throat. The taste is bitter and tangy, and your nose scrunches up at it.

You want to spit it out like you do with every other guy, but he forces you off of him, deep dark eyes looking into yours, and he says, “swallow.”

If someone were to ask you why later, you’d tell them you were under spells. That Yang Jungwon put a curse on you and that’s why you listened.

But you know the truth.

Your throat bobs as you swallow the milky substance, and he grins as he watches it go down. He brings a hand up to your chin, and then uses his thumb to part your lips. “Open.” He says. You listen.

You part your lips and let your tongue fall from your mouth, showing him that you’d done exactly as he said.

He makes a sound deep in his chest, something akin to a rumble, and then uses his thumb to press down on your tongue. When he’s satisfied with what he sees, he retracts his hand and runs it through your messy hair. “Good girl.”

You hate that the praise goes right to your core.

He stands then, grabbing you by your arms and forcing you to your feet. He spins you around so the back of your knees hit the mattress. “You wanted to study right?” He murmurs against your ear. His breath sends a shiver down your spine. “Then let’s study.”

He pushes you down onto the bed, and then immediately positions himself on top of you and crashes his mouth onto yours. The kis is messy, his tongue licking into your mouth and driblets of saliva falling from the corners of your lips.

He kisses you like a man starved. Like you’re the only girl in the world. He kisses you like he could never get enough of it.

Slowly, he trails his hand down your stomach, all the way to the hem of your sweatpants. He doesn’t even give you a moment to realize what he’s doing, too busy keeping you occupied with his mouth. It’s not until he’s cupping you through your panties do you realize.

You gasp against his lips, and he smirks. Like he was expecting that reaction from you.

“For every question you get right,” he starts, lips ghosting yours. “I’ll give you some relief. Okay?”

Your eyes fly open, eyebrows knitting together at the sheer audacity. This is how he’s choosing to tutor you? By holding your own pleasure over your head?

“Jungwon–”

He ignores you. “Where part of the female body has the highest concentration of concentrated nerves?” He asks.

You furrow your brows. You don’t remember ever learning about this. But the feeling of him against you, completely unmoving, is enough to have you pouring out answers.

“The, um, the breast?” You murmur.

Jungwon clicks his teeth. “You really are just a dumb slut, aren't you?” He laughs, emphasizing his words with a light pat to your pussy. You jolt at the sensation, a breathless, needy sound falling from your lips.

You swallow, cheeks growing hot from humiliation. “I don’t know, Jungwon. We–We never learned this!”

But he doesn’t care. “Use that brain of yours and think. Unless you can’t even do that.”

You swallow, thinking of every single spot in your body that might have a good amount of nerve endings. Your fingertips, maybe? Or the skin at the bottom of your feet? Or the–oh.

The clitoris.

“The clitoris.” You mumble, voice barely above a whisper.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

You let out a huff of frustration. “The clit.” You say louder.

Jungwon grins, teeth on display as he does. “Smart girl.”

And then his hand is pulling your panties to the side and he’s rubbing your clit with his thumb. The pressure is light, just a featherlight touch to show you he’s there, but it’s enough to have you squirming.

“What chemical is released in the brain during intercourse?” He brings a finger up to your entrance and his thumb furthers the pressure on your nub. The feeling is intoxicating to say the least, bordering on not enough.

But, you genuinely have no idea the answer to his question. “Um, d-dopamine?”

He forces a finger inside your hole, immediately curling it against that spongy spot inside you. You cry out at the feeling, hands searching for anything to grip on. One of them settles on the sheets, while the other settles on his bicep. He raises a brow. “Maybe you aren’t that stupid after all.”

The next agonizing ten minutes pass like that, with him asking you questions you couldn’t possibly know the answer to and withholding pleasure every time you get it wrong.

It’s absolutely infuriating and extremely arousing all at the same time.

It takes a second, but you eventually feel that familiar coil begin to tighten in your stomach. Your hips roll against his fingers, chasing any and all relief he’s willing to give you.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum—” You gasp.

But Jungwon doesn’t let you. He slips his fingers from your cunt, leaving you unbearably empty, and you nearly sob at the feeling.

“No, no, no,” you cry.

Jungwon laughs. He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean, never breaking eye contact with you as he does.

“You think you deserve to cum?” He questions, leaning down licking up the stray tear that falls from your eye. His tongue trails from your cheek all the way to the corner of your eye. “Girls who can’t even pass a simple anatomy final don’t get to cum.” He mumbles against your skin.

You whine. You don’t even care about your pride anymore. All you can think about is the release that was ripped from you.

Jungwon pauses, lips quirking up slightly as he seems to get an idea. He leans in even closer, lips brushing your ear, and he says, “not unless they beg for it.”

You swallow. On any other day, you’d laugh in his face for even suggesting it. You begging Yang Jungwon to let you cum? Yeah, in his fucking dreams.

But now the idea isn’t that far-fetched.

You avert your gaze. “Please.” You murmur.

“Ah-ah,” he tsks, hand grabbing your chin and forcing your gaze back onto his. “Say it like you mean it.”

Your cheeks are burning with embarrassment. Your entire body trembling with want and with the urge to run away. But you swallow it down, because the want to have some kind of release overpowers any humiliation you might be stuck with afterwards.

“Please,” you say louder. “Please let me cum. Please, Wonnie, I need it so bad.”

He groans, eyes squeezing shut momentarily before he’s reaching down and aligning his cock with your folds.

He doesn’t give you any type of warning, just pushes the head of his cock into your hole and doesn’t even give you a chance to adjust as he pushes himself to the hilt.

You let out a drawn out whine, your legs trembling as you attempt to accommodate his length. He’s big—bigger than anything you’ve taken before— and you swear you feel him in your throat.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he mumbles, burying his face in your neck.

Slowly, he begins to roll his hips into yours, punching the air from your lungs everytime he rubs against your g-spot.

“W-Won—” You mumble, practically going cross-eyed. Your nails take down his back and leave long, red lines in their wake. Lines he’ll proudly wear and show off for the next week.

“Such a dumb baby,” he laughs. “Needing me to tutor you and ending up with my cock in you instead. Is this what you wanted? Wanted me to fill you up with my cum and make you a mommy?”

Your eyes widen at the idea. It should turn you off. You’re too young and you can’t stand Jungwon. Having a family with him would really be the end of you as you know it.

But, instead the idea of him filling you with his cum over and over again until it takes has you pulsing around him.

You shake your head, but it’s weak. Insincere.

“Yeahhhh, you do. Dirty fucking slut.” He brings a hand down your body until he finds your clit and begins rubbing circles into the nub.

You cry out, thighs shaking. Your orgasm builds quicker this time after he’d denied you the last time. This time, you don’t bother warning him, though you’re sure he can feel it.

“Gonna cum on my cock, baby?” He asks, tone filled with fake concern. “Go on then. You earned it.”

That’s all it takes before you’re breaking, your back arching and eyes rolling back from the force of it. Your blood practically goes cold and your vision goes white.

It’s intense, and Jungwon moans at the feeling of you pulsing around him.

“Shit—gonna fill you up, okay? Gonna fill up my dumb fucking girl.”

He cums with a small groan, his load shooting into you and painting your walls a ghastly white.

When it’s over, you lay there and let your mind wander as he catches his breath.

You, despite vowing not to, just let Jungwon fuck you. And even though you know you should, you don’t regret it in the least.

Yeah, you’re another notch on his ever growing belt. Yeah, next time you see him you’re going to want to die.

But…you’ve never had anyone fuck yoh that good before. Now you understand why so many girls beg him for seconds.

He lets out a shaky breath as he pulls out of you, his chest still heaving.

And then, without an ounce of shame, he says, “same time next week?”

You are so screwed.

im so horny hungry

you really don’t know how it happened. one moment you were asking your sweet boyfriend to take pictures of you on your new camera and the next he has you pinned down, mini-skirt tossed up, with his face buried in your sopping cunt.

“nghh, y-yun please!”

jake peers up at you from between your thighs, his fluffy brown hair a tangled mess from your fingers and his big pointy nose glistening from your heavenly juices. he only groans in response, focusing on your throbbing clit that he is currently suckling between his plump lips.

“please what, bunny?” his slender fingers tug your panties farther to the side, granting him more access to your needy cunt. “ya keep beggin’ but not telling me what for, hm?” he hums into your folds, the tip of his pink, skilled muscle dragging down from your sweet bundle of nerves towards your entrance without breaking eye contact.

“mm p-please i. . . i want you inside,” you whine out pathetically, covering your flushed face in embarrassment which only makes jake chuckle lightly in response at your cuteness. his eyes flicker towards the digital camera propped against the nightstand, the red dot flashing at you almost tauntingly.

his gaze wanders up with a thoughtful expression, lips curled in a small pout — but you could already tell he was merely pretending to consider your request.

“nahh, i have a better idea.”

“fuck— fuck! hold still babydoll,” jake pants as his thick, veiny cock disappears into the makeshift hole he ripped in the bottom of your little panties. the large print of his shaft bulging through the soaked thin fabric from your mixed arousal.

his red, weeping tip catches against your clit on every upward stroke, making you writhe beneath him and cry out borderline pornographic moans as the room fills with the obscene sound of wet skin rubbing together. your poor, swollen lips hug and drag against the underside of his shaft so perfectly while he continues his assault between them.

jake runs his fingers through the damp strands of his hair, pushing it back as his free hand brings the camera up towards your fucked out face. the bright flash from the camera making you squint.

“smile, my pretty girl. . .” he cooes, before lowering the lens down to your joined areas molding and squelching together.

you are so slick that your panties have practically become a second skin, sticking to you in a way that allows for jake to see the outline of your puffy lips through the material as he slides his cock through the tight pocket he’s created, glans rubbing between your smooth folds oh so deliciously.

“jakey. . . a-ah- put your cock in my pussy please,” you plead.

“shh, be a good girl and take what i give you, angel,” he taps your lips with his middle and ring fingers, signaling for you take them into your mouth as he brings the camera back up to your face to capture the way your damp, doe eyes look up at him so innocently in the low quality lens and drools slips from the corner of your lips.

“fuck— you are beautiful, all fucking mine.” he turns the camera lens towards himself and flashes it a boyish grin, wiggling his eyebrows as he angles it to catch both your spread silhouette and his face perfectly.

he dips his head, lips latching onto the soft peaks of your breasts, a soft, wet popping sound emitting in the space as he lets each of them go.

you only moan in response, unable to form any coherent words as you are overwhelmed by all of the sensations he provides. you instinctively tilt your hips upwards in attempt for the ridge of his cockhead to catch against your creamy, ringed entrance on his downward stroke. a small whimper escapes when you succeed, feeling the tip sink in ever so slightly.

he quickly pulls away with a hiss, grabbing your face with his free hand while the camera stays focused on his cock teasing your pussy. “say it.”

he leans down to lick the hot tears streaming down your cheeks before crashing his lips against yours in a wet, salty kiss. his tongue dragging across your teeth hungrily. “mmph— all yours,” you moan back into his lips.

“yeahhhh, you are,” he moans, jaw slack as his grip on the camera tightens a fraction while he fucks his cock between your folds. it’s become such a sticky mess that he slips out every now and then. his relentless press against your clit makes the coil in your belly unwind fairly quickly. “soak my dick, yeah?”

his words send you over the edge as your walls clench around nothing and a gush of thin clear juices seep from your cunt, coating his thighs.

“s-shit baby! fuckfuck— ‘m gonna fuckin cum!”

you gasp when you feel the warm splatters of his sticky semen spurt across your folds, the milky cream slowly oozing down your slit and out of the hole from your ruined panties. his hips roll forward slowly, body twitching as his balls empty his load all over your labia, spread open like a pretty little flower from the shape of his cock molding them for so long.

jake smacks his teeth with a low huff. biting his lip until he tastes blood as he grabs ahold of his heavy, throbbing cock and smears his hot seed along the mushroom tip. he nudges the head between your lips and drags downward until he finally dips inside of your aching hole, which swallows him up greedily.

the initial stretch of his thick cockhead entering your warm pussy makes your back arch of the bed and your toes curl in satisfaction. he moans at the warm envelope from your cunt, eyebrows knitting together as he slowly fucks his sticky seed within your tunnel.

“s-shit doll— still so fuckin’ tight no matter how many times i fill you. hah— now, what do you say baby?”

“ohmygod yesyes! baby— t-thank you!” you cry out, eyes rolling back.

“fuckin’ cockdrunk already,” he laughs, stroking half of his length inside of you at cruel pace before bottoming out until his deflated balls rutt against your ass, “this tiny cunt is all f’ me, hm?” he thrusts slowly, dragging his length up and down your velvety walls.

jake only continues to praise you through strokes, being sure to spear against that spongey patch and ripping yet another messy orgasm from you. he follows, pulling his hips back slightly so only the tip remains as he pumps hot cum at the entrance of your pussy.

“haa-ah, ngh n-no more jakey,” you whine, hips still rolling to meet his thrusts despite yourself.

he chuckles, littering soft kisses to your cheeks, forehead, nose and then lips until he notices a white frothy ring around his shaft. finally, he withdrawals with a wince, his softening cock slipping out with a soft, wet pop.

jake spreads your pussy lips with his fingers and brings the camera closer to witness the fresh creampie he delivered as it slowly dribbles out from between your swollen lips and down your ass. he watches as your hole opens and closes, forcing another glob of his love milk out when he commands you to push.

“yeah, good girl. fuuuck baby— you’re stuffed so full like a pastry. thats so hot, can’t wait to beat my cock to this later.”

You start moving — lifting until only the swollen tip is left inside, then dropping down with a wet, filthy slap that makes both of you moan. It feels amazing at first — hands braced on his chest, fingers spreading over the muscles while you roll your hips and bounce, searching for that angle that drags over the perfect spot inside you every single time.

Riki just leans back against the pillows with one arm behind his head, the other lazily reaching up to pinch your nipple and then slap the side of your ass once you find a good rhythm. "Baby, your pussy’s squeezing me so tight every time you drop down… gripping like it doesn’t want to let me go. You love this, don’t you? Being stuffed full of me."

You nod, already out of breath, already starting to sweat. "Yes… yes, Riki."

He grins, amused. "Louder. Tell me how much you love my cock stretching you open."

"It feels so fucking good," you pant, speeding up. The wet sounds fill the room — slick, filthy, and constant every time you sink down. Your clit rubs against him on every downward motion, building fast, that hot pressure growing in your belly.

For a while, everything is perfect. You’re riding him hard, hair stuck to your damp forehead, little broken moans slipping out of both of you every time he bottoms out and sinks deep.

Then your thighs start to burn.

At first it’s just a mild burn you try to ignore, so you keep bouncing, keep chasing that peak. But the ache spreads, stronger and more insistent, and suddenly lifting yourself takes more effort than it should, making your rhythm falter.

You try to push through it, dropping down harder to compensate, but your legs are shaking now and the confident bounce from a minute ago is turning into something more clumsy, more messy.

Riki notices right away — of course he does — his eyes lighting up with amusement as that wicked little smirk forms on his mouth. "What’s wrong? You just got started. Don’t tell me those pretty legs are already giving out."

"I’m… I’m fine," you manage to say, trying to force your hips to keep moving like before.

You rise halfway and your thighs tremble so hard you almost lose your balance, falling back down with a small, clumsy bounce that doesn’t feel nearly as good — just an awkward, wet slide that leaves you full, but not fucked the way you need.

Riki laughs under his breath, low and delighted. "Look at you." His hands stay right where they are, on your hips, not helping, just holding, while he watches you struggle. "Poor thing… those pretty legs already giving out? I thought you wanted to ride me so bad."

Gritting your teeth and trying again, you push with everything you’ve got and make it halfway before your muscles just give up. You sink back down with a frustrated, needy sound, his cock still buried deep inside you, stretching you while you sit there, useless.

"I can do it," you insist, voice a little desperate. "Just… give me a—"

"No." He doesn’t even pretend to be nice. "Keep going. Figure it out. You wanted to ride me so bad, remember? Climbed on top of me like you could handle it. So ride. Don’t just sit there like a useless cumdump with my cock stuffed in you."

His words hit you right between the legs and somehow make everything hotter instead of humiliating. You try again — push up and manage a few small bounces that are more friction than actual riding.

Riki’s cock slides in and out of you in short, uneven strokes and it’s still good, still stretches you perfectly, but it doesn’t come close to the hard, deep fucking you were giving yourself a minute ago. You’re dripping onto his balls now, making a mess of both of you.

"That’s not bouncing," he says, voice dripping with amusement. "That’s lazy grinding. I want to feel you bouncing on my cock like you actually mean it. Come on… Up and down. Up and down. It’s not that hard. Or is it? Is my cock too big for you to handle when you have to do the work?"

You moan, trying harder until your arms start shaking too from bracing on his chest. Every time you manage to lift yourself, he just watches with that same cruel little smirk, not offering a single bit of help — just holding your hips and feeling you struggle. "Riki—"

"What? Need something, baby?" He tilts his head, pretending to be confused. "That pretty little brain of yours stopped working the second my cock went in you, huh? Can’t even talk right when you’re this full…"

"My legs… are shaking," you admit, voice low, frustrated and already starting to crack. "I can’t… I can’t keep going like this.

"Aw. So weak." He squeezes your hips, holding you right there so you feel every inch of him pulsing inside your stretched pussy. "Look at you. You’re stuck, can’t even lift yourself off my cock anymore. That’s so fucking pathetic. Poor baby thought she could ride a cock and now she’s just sitting here, dripping and useless."

You lean forward, try to use more of your arms, manage two small clumsy lifts before your thighs give out completely and you collapse back down.

His cock pulses inside you like it’s laughing at you too because you’re so wet it’s embarrassing — slick and shiny, dripping down over his balls.

"Please," you whisper, face burning.

"Please what?"

Your voice comes out small and needy. "Help me, just… move me, or thrust up. I can’t do it by myself anymore."

Riki’s smile is pure malice. "No. I like watching you struggle. It’s cute. So keep trying."

You do — God, you do — lifting with shaky legs, falling, lifting again, each attempt weaker than the last until you’re basically just squirming on top of him, barely moving with his cock still buried deep in your pulsing, soaked pussy and tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Riki, please… I need help. My legs can’t take it anymore. Please, just… fuck me, I’ll do anything, just help me."

He hums like he’s considering it. "Anything, huh? Beg properly then. Let me hear how much you need it."

You’re past pride at this point — your pussy is pulsing around him and the need is almost painful now that you’ve stopped moving.

"Please, Riki," you beg, voice thick and face hot with shame. "Please help me. Please fuck me. I need you to use me, I’ll be good, I’ll take it however you want, just help me bounce on your cock again. Please, I’ll be your little sex toy, just don’t leave me sitting here dripping."

He lets the begging hang in the air for a few long, humiliating seconds, just watching you sit there shaking and full of him, cheeks flushed, eyes watery, completely at his mercy, then he laughs, low and cruel.

"That’s what I wanted to hear." He lifts you like you weigh nothing and drops you back down hard, making you cry out as his cock sinks deep. "Had to beg just to keep getting fucked, dumb baby."

He starts moving you, using your body like a toy — lifting you until only the tip is stretching your entrance, then dropping you back down onto his cock over and over while you cling to his shoulders and moan uncontrollably. "Couldn’t even finish riding me by yourself… so pathetic. You thought you were gonna bounce on this cock until I came, and instead you lasted what, three minutes? How cute."

You can only moan, nod, and take the way he bounces you on his cock. Throughout the thrusts he keeps mocking you — calling you weak, calling you a lazy slut, saying how sad it is that your pretty legs gave out so fast, how your pussy is still dripping for him anyway — and every filthy word makes your pussy clench tighter around him.

"You gonna cum like this?" he asks, slamming you down hard so you feel every inch dragging along your walls. "Gonna cum while I do all the work because you’re too tired to ride?"

"Yes, yes, I’m gonna cum… please don’t stop. It feels so good."

He keeps using you, keeps bouncing you on his cock like you weigh nothing, until the pleasure finally explodes and you cum hard around him, shaking, crying out and clenching so tight he groans.

Your pussy milks him in little pulses while he fucks you without stopping, still lifting and dropping you, still murmuring how weak, pathetic and perfect you look falling apart on his cock.

The grip on your hips gets hard enough to hurt, and he growls low in his throat as he drops you down one last time and holds you there, buried to the hilt. "Take every drop like a good girl."

Thick, hot pulses flood deep inside you, painting your walls while he uses your limp body to milk himself.

Riki doesn’t give you more than a few seconds to catch your breath before he moves. One second you’re still collapsed on his chest and the next he’s flipping you onto your back. He hovers over you, bracing one hand beside your head while the other stays firm on your thigh.

He reaches between your legs, wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and slowly — fucking slowly — pulls it out. You feel every thick inch drag along your sensitive, swollen walls, and the second the head pops free, a thick, hot gush of cum follows it.

Your pussy clenches hard around nothing, with little spasms, and more of it leaks out in slow, messy pulses. You can feel it dripping, thick and sticky, leaking from your cunt and running down, straight toward that tight little hole between your cheeks.

Riki just stares — dark eyes, lips parted, completely focused on the way your pussy keeps pushing out his cum in little contractions. "Fuck… look at that. Your greedy hole can’t even hold it in. Look how much of me you’re wasting."

You moan, thighs shaking, face burning, and try to close your legs a little out of pure shame. But he doesn’t let you — the hand on your thigh squeezes hard, then starts slowly stroking the sore, trembling muscle that gave out earlier.

His fingers slide down, carefully gathering the white fluid that leaked out of you — a bit of the sticky trail sliding toward your ass, a bit from your folds — and then pushes two fingers back into your pussy.

You gasp at the sudden stretch, still so sensitive it’s almost too much, and he just watches your face while he works his cum back inside you, slow and careful. He curls his fingers, scoops, pushes deeper, making sure every drop gets shoved back where he wants it.

"There, back where it belongs," he says, voice rough with satisfaction as he feels you squirm helplessly around his fingers. "Not gonna let it go to waste just because your pussy’s too fucked out to hold it. Stay open for me. That’s it… take it back. Good girl."

He keeps pushing more in until your hole is full again, only then does he pull his fingers out — shiny and covered in cum mixed with your own slick. Without warning he brings them straight to your mouth. "Open."

You hesitate for half a second and he raises an eyebrow, the hand on your thigh giving a small squeeze that makes the ache come back. You part your lips and he slides those two fingers onto your tongue, pressing enough that you taste everything — his cum, your own wetness.

He watches with satisfaction as you suck, hollowing your cheeks, tongue working between his fingers. "That’s it, good girl. Get every drop."

When he finally pulls his fingers out, they’re shiny with your spit, so he wipes them on the inside of your thigh, right over the sore muscle, spreading the wetness on your skin, then leans in so his mouth is close to your ear. “Next time you wanna ride, try not to be so pathetic and last more than three minutes.”

jake turned into a different person the moment that camera turned off , as if a switch flipped inside his mind - abruptly cutting 36 thousand peoples eyes off of everything he has ever treasured . 

jakes fanbase is huge - hes all over social media as the faceless thirst creator - so the moment he brought a woman into one of his streams caught the eye of more people than usual.

Jake's head turns to face yours agonizingly slow, his deep, dark sunken eyes meeting yours blown pupils, in which radiate with need. the look on your face steals every ounce of air Jake has in his lungs the moment his eyes connect with yours, the fluorescent lighting of his gaming monitor making the glistening sweat on your skin glow in an angelic hue. 

a silent second dangles over your heads, chests heaving up and down in unison.

the next, your sanity shatters into a million pieces, the fragments melting off of your bodies as needy, frantic hands grip onto each-other's skin roughly, pulling one another infinitely closer as your lips smash down onto his. 

jake wraps his arms around you, hands exploring the entirety of your body before he lifts you into the air, his cock slipping out of your dripping hole as your legs wrap around his torso - arms clinging to his back.

he walks over to his bed before roughly throwing you onto the mattress, a squeal ripping from your throat as your back presses flush against the soft, plush blankets. 

with impatience, Jake yanks your skirt and panties off faster than you can blink, almost giving you whiplash before he throws them across the room to be forgotten all in the matter of a split second.

immediately after, you felt jakes hands grip your ankle's tightly, one arm crossing over the other.

your head lifts from the mattress to see what he's doing, questioning eyes coming into contact with his dark, lust-filled gaze as a wicked smirk plays on his full, swollen lips. you see him for only a split second before he's pulling you to the edge of the mattress, your body twisting so that you lay flush on your stomach. 

a gasp of surprise tears from your throat at his quick actions, but you're quickly silenced as jake contorts your body quicker than you can register his actions- manhandling you so that your ass is up in the air, face pushed into the cushions below. 

jakes hand snakes its way to the back of your neck, his fingers outstretched in order to lace through your hair, yanking your back into a painful arch while he tilts your head to the side. he leans over your smaller frame, chest coming flush against your back as he licks the canal from the back of your neck to your earlobe before biting down harshly. 

"you're mine now, understand?" you whimper quietly, nodding immediately at his question. 

a rough slap echos through the room, a sharp stinging sensation sending jolts from your ass straight through your core, soaking you even more than you already are.

"use your words." he demands, his voice thousands of octaves deeper than normal.

"yes" 

"yes what?' he responds, his dark gaze not letting up for a second, tone rough. 

you look up at him with glossy eyes and pouty lips, sending blood straight to his dick, which presses up against your ass. 

"yes sir" sweetness drips off your tongue like honey. Jake kisses your pouty lips with a small smirk, making a shiver run up your spine.

"that's my good girl" he compliments, and you can't help but feel a wave of pride shimmer through your body at his praise. Jake sits up completely, letting his grip loosen on your hair only slightly- keeping you in place as he maneuvers himself behind you. 

one of his hands grips your ass-cheek fully, spreading it away from the other as he bares you to him completely.

his gaze focuses on both of your fluttering holes, and he suddenly wonders if he can fit the entire length of his dick inside your ass, tonguing his cheek with a thoughtful, shit-eating grin.

it's just a dream for him to be able to fill every single one of your holes, making sure that you're completely and entirely his in every way possible, leaving no room for questions. 

without saying a thing, he opens his mouth, letting a string of spit drip from his mouth right onto your back hole, forcing a shocked gasp to tumble from your throat. 

Jake chuckles at the sound, making his ego swell as his thumb comes in contact with the pulsating hole. you tilt your head to the side, eyes coming in contact with his wild, dilated pupils. 

you whimper in protest at the feeling of his thumb gently rubbing against your ass, eyes begging him to leave it. 

Jake tilts his head to the side as a condescending pout plays on his face, mocking you, his thumb pressing firmer against your hole. you squirm in his hold, shaky whines of protest flow in one of his ears and out the other. 

"what's the matter baby? you don't want J to fuck your ass hmm?" the grip in your hair tightens, your scalp stinging at the sensation.  you let out a painful hiss as your eyes screw shut for just a second. 

you whine again, not sure how you want to answer him

"you remember, sweetheart? all the disgusting, vile comments you left under my posts? about how you crave my dick so badly, you'd let me fuck every single hole you possess?" your eyes snap open at the reminder, embarrassment pooling in your cheeks as you attempt to bury your head in the pillow

but Jake is stronger, his arm flexing as he holds you still. 

"oh no, you don't get to hide now. own up to your filthy words, doll." you sob out, your face dusted in a deep shade of red at the memory of leaving thousands of comments; comments of how badly you wanted just 5 minutes with him, of how you would give anything just to feel him inside you, and of how you were so desperate - you were willing to let him fuck any part of you he wished. 

Jake remembers every. single. one. 

a stinging slap echos through the room, vibrations shooting straight from your ass to your pussy from where he slapped your skin. 

"admit it." his breath fans your ear in a hushed, deep whisper- a shiver running up your spine at his facade. 

"own up to your desperation, sweetheart. give me everything you are- fall apart and let me be the one to catch you, and piece you back together." 

little to jakes knowledge, he's already began to mend the shattered parts of you which were left untouched. 

"own up to the fact that your just a desperate, filthy little thing who wants her ass fucked and filled by me, by J."

your gaze never breaks from his, hot tears spilling from your eyes and onto the pillow below your head, soaking the thin material. 

You're absolutely humiliated, this entire situation brews feelings of embarrassment and humiliation into every crevice of your being. the fact that he's completely right- how you did leave disgusting, desperate comments under his posts, how you can't stop the tears from spilling, how you've thirsted over two men for so long - only for them to turn out to be the same person 

and especially because you're enjoying every single second of this. 

his degradation, humiliation, you've already fallen apart in the palm of his hand. 

it makes you want him even more.

"I want you to use me, I want... I'm.." you feel more tears fueled by embarrassment slip down your cheeks, chest heaving up and down in a frantic rhythm. 

taking as deep of a breath as possible, you admit fully;

"please Jake... please I want you to use me anyway you want, I'm yours- I've always been yours, please please just use me. I'm the one who left all of those comments, it was always... always me"

Jake kisses the back of your head before moving his thumb away from your back fluttering hole to the slope of your waist,

"atta girl. see, now that wasn't very hard was it?" before you could answer, you feel jakes dick slide into your pussy, roughly bulling his way inside your walls without warning- filling you up to the brim. 

you choke out a squeal of surprise at the feeling, your hands thrusting into the sheets below- gripping the material tightly in your fingers.

"j-jake.. oh my god" 

"that's right baby, i am your god" 

you moan at his words, the newfound feeling of power Jake holds over you creates a sense of comfort, a warm blanket shielding your body. Jake feels the way your pussy squeezes his length as soon as the words leave his mouth, and his eyes widening slightly. 

"oh? you like that?" your face turns red once again as Jake intimately unveils more and more of who you are, making you feel open and vulnerable in the most comforting way imaginable. 

"yes"

slap

"yes sir!" 

you yelp, making Jake chuckle darkly from behind you. 

with one hand caressing the curve of your hip, and the other now gently- but firmly, holding your head against the pillow, Jake's hips only slightly grind into your ass, giving you little to no friction to work with

a frustrated whine muffles into the pillow from your lips, Jake knowing exactly what he's doing, but decides to push you anyways;

"what is it you want, sweetheart?" he has the audacity to question, and you're slowly getting tired of asking, repeating, and speaking about what it is you need when you and him both know damn well what it is

so you huff in frustration before answering him

"oh for fucks sake Jake just fuck-"

a scream forces its way out of your throat as his hips snap against yours, setting a brutal rhythm of no remorse while you melt like putty in his hands.

"not so confident in those words now huh doll?" your brain completely shuts off the second his dick licks your cervix.

" a-ah- fuck.." he throws his head back, the grip on your scalp stings in the most delicious way imaginable, your hands gripping the sheets for dear life, but to no avail, Jake sucks it out of you anyways.

"f-fuck, so tight a-and warm... you're fuckin' perfect" he confesses, and pride swells in your chest at the compliment. Jake removes his hand from your hair, sliding it down the curve of your back slowly. his fingernails scratch your smooth skin on the way down, leaving trails of third degree burns in their wake.

you whimper at the feeling, your body now beginning to rock in rhythm with his brutal thrusts, fucking yourself back against him, meeting his every thrust inside you.

his hand settles on your hips, grabbing at you tightly. his arms now work at aiding your hips backwards into him, making sure you can’t run away. 

your ass jiggles with every slam of his hips, and your mixed juices are everywhere; the sheets below you, dripping down your thighs, coating his balls, and the sound of the squelching, wet skin slapping sounds is disgustingly addictive, music to both of your ears, it courses through jakes veins and straight to his cock.

"j-jake!" your velvety walls wring him even tighter, 

"im right here sweetheart, I got you,," he's about to fall apart as he leans over your sweaty body, chest pressing up against your back while one of his arms presses right above your head, holding himself above you.

you look up, eyes meeting jakes once more, and that's all it takes for the tangled string in your core to unravel. you're screaming as your pussy convulses around the length of his cock, your arm lifting to grip a handful of jakes fluffy hair behind you, maintaining eye contact. 

"yeah that's right, make a mess all over this fucking dick. show me who you belong to" your hips spasm, causing them to fall and hit the mattress below you

Jake doesn't object, as a matter of fact, he follows your movements- still fucking himself inside you, pace never faltering for even a second. 

his arm gives out, forearm coming to rest above you instead.

"oh god, oh my god" you squirt around him, body shaking in his hold as his face dips down to the curve of your neck, pressing kisses against the salty wet skin. 

with one final thrust, you feel warm ropes of cum shoot deep within the walls of your pussy, another hushed whimper sighing from your lips at the feeling. your head and arm collapse onto the bed below, your heart rate out of control.

you feel Jake shift above you for a second, your aching head tilting only slightly before the wind is knocked out of your chest no thanks to the look on his face.

the next second, you're being manhandled without warning once more- Jake removes himself from inside you with a low growl before his hands are grabbing at your legs in a tight grip, flipping you over onto your back as if you weighed nothing. 

you hit the mattress with a 'hmph', and before your arms could subconsciously reach up for him, jakes hands are already forcing your pliant body to contort into the way he wants- but your adorable antics still make him pout at you with a low chuckle. 

“I’m not finished with you yet, slut. You’re going to take everything I give you.”

jakes hands wrap around your thighs, vigorously pulling you down the mattress at the same time he sits up on his knees, your ass hitting the tops of his quads before his hands reposition themselves on the back of your knees, forcing your body to fold in on itself creating a rigorous mating press, both knees pressing up against the sides of your head. 

he lets go of one of your legs, gently letting it fall onto his shoulder. he uses his newly free'd hand to grip the length of his pulsing cock in which is coated in glistening cum, pearly beads still slowly dripping from his bulbous tip. 

Jake slaps his dick against your puffy cunt, making your body jump with need, and a whine to fall from your lips. 

he smirks before slapping it against you again,

and again,

and again. 

"j-jake.." you say frustratedly, huffing out a breath of air at the empty feeling in your needy, aching heat. 

the man tongues his cheek before speaking, looking directly at your face. 

"beg for it. beg for my dick the way you did under all my posts and lives. tell me how badly you want me to shove my cock into your greedy, tight little pussy like the filthy whore you are." 

shame and embarrassment was thrown out of the window a long time ago, the moment you walked into his room a little less than an hour ago to be exact. 

you pause, chest almost hitting jakes due to how hard you're attempting to catch your breath, arms going numb on your sides and hair tangled in every direction

and Jake still finds you to be the most beautiful woman to walk this entire earth.

"please, please fuck me Jake.. use me, I-" a breath 

"I love you Jake, I want you to fuck me until your name is the only thing I can remember, fill me up until my legs lose all feeling. please" that's all Jake needs to hear before he decides to slip his dick past your folds and into your messy, dripping pussy, filling you up deliciously until you're coking around nothing. 

Jakes hands how move to hold himself up against the mattress on either sides of your hips, biceps holding you in place by pressing up against the backs of your knees. 

hips finding a steady, quick rhythm that leaves you breathless, your head flies backwards in sweet ecstasy as the repulsive sounds of skin slapping, whines, and loud moans bounce off the walls of jakes dimly lit room and right into the chambers of his sick and twisted skull. 

"fuck, your pussy's squeezin' me so tight, you're fuckin' made for me, god I love this- I love you" a sob rips from your throat, and suddenly everything feels as if it is too much. everything is hot, sticky, and so perfect all at once. 

"I love you so, so much. you're all I've ever wanted" his words feel like a contradiction to the ways he's ruthlessly pounding into your aching, used cunt, the assault never wavering for a second despite the sweet words he speaks. 

he kisses the top of your head, eyes closing as his pace begins to fall apart, sloppy thrusts replacing the focused, determined movements his hips settled at from moments before. 

chasing that hot sensation of release, Jake curls into your body, and he can tell by the way you're shaky moans picked up volume that you're in the chase as well. 

"you close angel? yeah? you gon' cum all over me?"

"yes! yes cum... cum please please" your eyes squeeze shut in pure bliss, the hot coil in your lower stomach an overwhelming sensation

"make a fucking mess of yourself sweet thing and cum for me" you do as he says, your orgasm ripping through you in white hot pleasure as your back attempts to arch off the mattress, body folding into your lover above you

jakes hips still with one final thrust against you, hips coming flush against your ass as he spills another load deep inside with a particularly loud whine. 

your muscles give out, and if it weren't for the grip Jake had on your body, you would have collapsed onto the mattress.

but he doesn't move

not once. 

not an inch.

with your last bit of strength, your head lifts in an attempt to search for his face with a shaky breath.

the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy around his cock drove him absolutely up the wall,

and without a word, your throat is gripped tightly in his hand, eyes flying open in confusion. your legs fall from his grip as his other hand slaps one of your breasts before he pinches your perked nipple harshly.

your lip begins to bleed from how deep you've bitten it by now, blood trickling down your chin.

Jake leans down and licks the stream of blood from your skin, trailing up to your mouth before taking your lips against his in a sloppy, wet kiss. pornographic moans fall into his mouth as he begins to fuck you through your last orgasm, not giving you time to rejuvenate from your high. 

"gonna fuck my cum into you. fill you up so good and use your perfect, tiny little body for the exact reason it was made for. gonna be so swollen with my kids everyone will know you're fucking mine."

"you gon' take my cum? be my good little girl, sit there and look pretty while I use you?" fat tears spill out of your eyes, drool pooling from your mouth. The gears of your mind shut of a long time ago, all coherent thoughts flying out of the window apart from the devious sin above and inside you.

"aw, you like it when J fucks you dumb sweet girl? my precious, stupid baby. remember; this is what you asked for. You can take it pretty, i’m so proud of you" 

A cunning smile shines down on you, and your mind is so unbelievably fuzzy that you can't stop drooling down onto the pillow below - its humiliating. 

"fuck, you drive me insane- gonna to ruin you the same way you've ruined me." you dissolve like fresh cotton candy that's gotten wet, the lit fire that resides deep within your core engulfs your entire body, melting all for the man inside you. 

Jake takes one look at your face and tells you’re nearing your limit, only the softest mewls dance from your tongue, 

However, that doesnt stop him.

"god- 'm sorry baby, just a little longer, can't.. fuck you're squeezin' me so tight.." his moans change to higher-pitched whines, jaw slacking open as curses spill from his lips, fingers squeezing your throat in an obscene grip- sending you over the moon seeing stars. 

everything goes black, his dick kissing your sweet spot over and over with every rut of his hips and you can't help but cream around him one final time. 

"im sorry baby, im so sorry- im so close... oh,, oh fuck a-ah. 'm so sorry just a little longer, you can take it angel face.. yeah just like that--" his body curls into yours as his forehead comes down to press against the skin of your flushed cheek, jakes entire body lighting up with yours, both of your bodies shaking in unison as he finishes inside you one last time.

his thrusts come to a halt, cock twitching in delicious release and you have never felt more full in your entire life. 

Silence rolls into the room like a thick coating of fog, you can only make out your own heavy breathing, and its not until you feel your lovers body shift above you that you even slightly come out of your cock-drunk daze, your mind floating back to your body ever so slowly. 

as you put together the puzzle pieces of your mind, Jake looks at your twitching, puffy cunt, his warm and sticky cum seeping from you filthily. 

he leans down on his front, spreading your legs slightly before gently setting them around his shoulders. you don't even pay him any mind anymore since yours short-circuited when you first stepped into the room. 

his tongue darts out, licking a proud stripe up your slit, lips beginning to suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves- your hips jolting up in response. 

he licks your clit a few times, switching between sucking and licking. Only a couple seconds in to him being between your thighs, you squirt once more without warning, overstimulation seeping into your veins like a drug - a hot, addictive one you find yourself overdosing on. 

not a sound comes from you as your orgasm cuts through you like a knife. 

after you settle, Jake flattens his tongue against your hole and licks one last long, wet stripe up your slit, gathering your mixed juices on his wet muscle before gripping your face in his hand, forcing your cheeks to purse as he leans down to kiss you.

its slow, wet and vile. 

his tongue slips into your mouth, sliding against yours sweetly, exploring you before pulling away, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you for a second, snapping when he leans back to get a good look at you. 

seeing your eyes fluttering open, he takes your cheek in his palm, caressing your red flushed skin with his thumb. 

"are you okay my love? did I hurt you?" concern laced in his voice, a smile plays at your lips at his words.

"nuh-uh." You shake your head in response, your hand coming to cover his that holds you. 

"good." He shoots you that toothy smile you've grown to love with every fiber of your being before scooping you up, bridal-style, in one of his arms. you laugh out loud, arms wrapping around his neck for stability. 

you kiss his cheek with another giggle, resting your head against his shoulder.

"where are you taking me?" you ask, voice hoarse. 

"were taking a bath, I don't uh... I don't think a towel is going to help clean up much" he smirks at you, kicking the door open with his foot.

"you're my messy girl"

my baby dollie girl tag ; @dollingfornoo

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one arm slid easily around your waist, locking you in place. his handsome face pressed into the soft space just under your ribs, warm breath fanning against bare skin when your shirt had ridden up. 

he let out a low, contended hum and nuzzled deeper, the tip of his nose dragging slowly across your tummy.

“ki, it tickles…” you murmured, fingers pausing over the keyboard.

riki ignored you completely.

his mouth opened—soft, deliberate kisses bloomed across your skin. at first light and teasing, then firmer, lingering. his other arm naughtily slid up your bare back beneath the loose fabric of his shirt you were wearing—broad, warm palm spanning your spine until his slender fingers found the clasp of your bra.

he toyed with the hooks absently, stroking the thin band of fabric—never quite opening it… yet.

you tried to keep typing, focusing on the words despite the funny feeling in your tummy.

“i’m doing my work…”

his lips curved against your tummy. “just keep doing it, baby. i’m not botherin’ you.” another slow kiss, right beside your navel. then followed by the warm, wet drag of his tongue follow the same path.

a tiny shiver ran through you. 

“yes, you are…”

he lifted his head just enough to speak against your skin, voice low. “how so?”

before you could answer, riki kissed lower, then licked a deliberate stripe across the softest part, just between your tummy folds. the sensation was electric—with the roughness of the surface of his tongue.

“hey—it tickles!” you gasped, a helpless giggle escaping as your tummy fluttered. you instantly tried to pry his head away with both hands, fingers sliding into his blonde locks. 

but riki’s hold around you was stronger—he only grunted softly and bit under the spot he’d just licked. his incisors and canines dug into your flesh—the sudden pressure and light pain made you yelp, hips twitching under his weight.

your hands tightened in his hair, gripping hard enough to tilt his head back. he let you, dark eyes gleaming as they locked onto yours. you looked down at him, cheeks warm, expression (as seen in riki’s eyes) adorably mad, lips parting for the lecture—

“riki, you can’t do—”

—and that was the exact moment his fingers finally unhooked the clasp. 

your bra loosened with a soft snap, straps going slack against your shoulders. riki never looked away from your face as he did it—a slow little smile curving his mouth—right before he dove in.

your boyfriend pushed the hem of your—his—shirt up and buried his face underneath the fabric, vanishing from sight. his mouth closed over your nipple, making your back arch and your shoulders hit the wall behind you.

a startled breath left you as the fabric of your shirt tented over the distinct shape of riki’s head, shifting and moving and pressing as he moved deeper.

his large hands roamed freely across your bare back, palm broad and warm, fingers splaying between your shoulder blades to hold you in place against the wall. under the shirt, he took your nipple into his mouth.

“o—oh gosh, ki—!”

his tongue circled, flicked—the tip pressed into your little nipple ‘till it sunk back into your breast—then he pressed his tongue flat. the suction pulling a soft sound from your throat. 

the outline of his head moved beneath as he switched to the other side. due to the limited space, you could feel every shift: the brush of his nose, the scrape of his subtle facial hair, his hot breath against your wet tits as he bit around the peak before soothing it with another deep suck. 

“fuck,” riki grunted, his free hand slid up your spine, then one hand came around to cup and play with the tit he wasn’t currenly claiming, thumb stroking the underside with his mouth assaulted the other. 

you tilted your head up against the wall, fingers itching and twitching against the back of his head through your shirt, tangled where his head moved, the other hand buried in his hair through the material. 

every time riki sucked harder, your tits rose and fell with his mouth, the whole front of your shirt alive with the restless motion of your selfish boyfriend claiming what he’d decided was his.

——

nishimura riki might be the most shameless person you’d ever met. 

“ki… we can’t do it here…”

“hngh—why not?” 

the study pod was one of the smaller ones on the fourth floor—glass walls only on the door, the only clear view. from outside, all anyone would see was riki’s broad back and the vague outline of someone on his lap. that was the entire extent of his caution.

in his defense, people barely came to this floor, anyway—so all was well.

you sat between his spread thighs, back flush against his chest. his arms were already around you, as they belonged. one hand splayed low across your tummy, keeping you pressed tight to him. the other curled under your jaw from behind and tilting your head back against his shoulder until your throat was bared and your face was angled toward his.

“i—if we’re caught, we could get expelled…” you whispered.

he answered with a low, rough sound against the side of your neck. “uh huh?” 

riki obviously couldn’t give two fucks 'bout it.

‘cause just after that, he rolled his hips upward. the hard line of his cock dragged against the curve of your ass through the thin layers of your jeans and his, the pressure blatant. his fingers tightened under your jaw, forcing your head higher, and then his mouth was on yours from above.

he kissed you like the glass door didn’t exist. like the two of you weren’t in a public setting. tongue sliding deep, lips parting yours wider—soft wet sound so loud in the quiet pod. every time you tried to shift, he grinded up harder, the thick length nestling between your cheeks as he rocked in a filthy rhythm. 

his thumb stroked along the hinge of your jaw while he kissed you deeper, swallowing the soft, helpless noise that escaped you.

your hands gripped his thighs on either side of you, fingers digging into his chrome hearts jeans. from the hallway, it would look like nothing more than a disgustingly pda-obsessed couple studying together—with riki’s back blocking almost everything.

but if the people came a little closer—be a little nosy and peeked just more than what they should—they would see far more than they bargained for.

they would see the way his hips kept rolling upward in slow circles, the thick, strained outline of his cock grinding hard between the cheeks of your ass, denim pulling tight. they would notice how the front of your jeans had already darkened at the seams where you sat pressed against him.

a shameless evidence of how much his shamelessness was affecting you. 

and they would definitely see your face.

the way riki held your jaw from behind, his fingers drumming against your throat, keeping your head tilted back so he could kiss you as deeply as he wanted. his tongue fucking and thrusting into your mouth like it’s his cock. 

mixed saliva had already begun to gather at the corner of your mouth—with every deep slide of his tongue, a thin, glistening trail slipped and dripped down the side of your chin and onto your blouse.

“mmh, ngh—” you muffled helplessly as riki sucked your tongue into his mouth, lips sealed around the organ. wet, filthy sound of it—like a cock fucking a drenched cunt—filled the quiet pod. 

he didn’t just kiss, he fed on it. 

his tongue fucked past your teeth in thorough strokes, then curled to pull your tongue into his mouth so he could suck on it again. another thick bead of spit spilled over the corner of your lips and trailed down your chin.

all the while his hips never stopped.

you could feel him throbbing through the layers, the heat of him almost burning. his arm around your waist tightened, fingers digging into your soft tummy as he toyed with the hem of your bra. his rhythm stuttered.

a broken moan vibrated against your tongue. riki’s grinding turned more erratic—once, twice, three hard upward thrusts that pressed the full, rigid shape of his cock deep between your cheeks—

then he came.

you felt it.

the sudden, hot pulse of him spilling inside his own expensive jeans, the wet heat spreading against your ass as he kept grinding through it, riding out every thick spurt with short, involuntary jerks of his hips.

riki’s mouth never left yours.

even as he came, he kept sucking and kissing, messy and open like neither of you knew how to kiss. 

he only broke the kiss when the last tremor faded, lips wet and shining, forehead pressed to your temple as he breathed hard against your skin.

“still think we can’t?” he rasped, rolling his hips once more to let you feel the sticky mess he’d just made in his pants.

yeah.

your boyfriend is the most shameless person you'd ever met.

Jake was the kind of neighboor everyone loved.

The kind who remembers birthdays without being reminded. The kind who waves first, who carries grocery bags inside without being asked, who laughs easily and listens like whatever you're saying actually matters. The older women on the block adore him. The kids follow him around when he's outside fixing his car. Even your mom softened toward him within weeks of him moving in.

He moved here a few months ago, quiet at first, boxes stacked neatly by the door, sleeves rolled up as he assembled furniture by himself. Twenty-four, living alone, polite to a fault. He smiles with his whole face — a boxy grin, puppy eyes, the kind of expression that makes people feel chosen.

You and Jake have talked before. A plenty of times actually. Over the fence while you were hanging laundry. On the sidewalk when he caught you struggling with grocery bags and insisted on carrying them. Once on his porch when you returned the screwdriver he lent your dad. Easy conversations. Comfortable ones. You laugh at his jokes and he teases you gently about how formal you sound when you speak to him.

"You don't have to call me sir." He said once, grinning. You turned bright red at his words, nodding as you avoided his eyes. He'd liked that.

So when your mom hands you a plate of freshly baked pastries and tells you to take some over to Jake, it doesn't feel unusual. It feels neighborly. Familiar. You straightened your back as you pressed the doorbell, afternoon breeze making your skin prickle with goosebumps.

He answers the door in a loose gray hoodie and sweatpants that hang low on his hips, hair slightly messy like he just woke up from a nap. He blinks at you once, then breaks into that soft, unfair smile. "Hey." He says, smiling like he was expecting you. You grinned sweetly, the cuteness making Jake's smile last longer as his eyes stopped on the plate in your hands—offered and tempting.

"Hi! Sorry to disturb you but mom made some and asked me to bring them over to you." You explain, holding out the plate with both hands. Always both hands. Always careful. Your lively and fresh voice lured a chuckle out of him and the way you grinned made his heart light with joy.

"You're too good to me." He says lightly. His fingers brush yours — not accidental, not entirely deliberate either. Just enough to make your breath hitch. "You're always bringing things over. At this point I owe you."

"You don't owe me anything." You reply quickly, sweet as ever. His smile shifts at that, subtly and slower. "Come in for a minute, for a coffe or something. The cookies I'm baking are almost done too." He offers. "At least let me say thank you properly."

You hesitate — but only for a moment. You've been inside before, just briefly. To drop something off. To borrow something.

It's harmless.

Jake is harmless.

He steps aside, letting you walk in first. You slip off your crocs by the door out of habit, lining them neatly against the wall. The click of the door shutting behind you feels louder than it should. The hallways smelled differently, a mix of cocoa and sugar flowed around the space. "It already smells delicious." You comment, straightening up as you glanced at him. He smiled sweetly. "Just wait till you try them."

His house smells different than yours — less floral, more masculine, now with a hint of tasty cookies. There's low music playing from somewhere deeper inside, something mellow and rhythmic. The living room is tidy but lived-in. A couch that looks too comfortable. A coffee table with a few magazines stacked neatly. The balcony door is slightly cracked open, cool air drifting in, stirring the curtains lazily. You hover near the edge of the room, hands clasped in front of you like you're not sure where to put them.

Jake walks past you toward the kitchen, setting the plate down carefully. His movements are relaxed — like he's completely at ease having you here.

"You can sit, you know." He says gently, glancing at you over his shoulder. "Relax." He moved over to the oven, putting on his glove before opening it and taking the hot pan out. The room filled with the smell of cinnamon and tempting sweetness.

"Okay." You murmured to yourself and moved toward the couch. It sinks slightly under your weight when you sit. Too soft. Too intimate somehow. "What would like to drink?!" Jake's voice boomed off from the kitchen paired with the sound of plates bumping. "Just water please!" You answered back, voice high as your eyes moved over the walls filled with decorations and pictures of his family you would presume.

Jake returns with two glasses of water and a plate of freshly baked cookies, he gave one glass over to you as he set down the plate on the table. His fingers brush yours again — slower this time. He doesn't pull away immediately.

"Thanks for always bringing stuff over." He says, quieter now as he took a seat. "You're… really thoughtful." He flashed you a smile. You shrug, eyes dropping. "It's nothing. My mom just loves sharing."

"Yeah." He hums, studying you and letting out a breathy laugh. "Say thank you to your parents too, they are really amazing." You nod with a sweet and generous smile and take a small sip of water just to do something to avoid the any kind of awkwardness.

Your gaze drifts to the coffee table — and that's when you notice it.

A small tin. A lighter beside it.

Your eyes flick up to him instinctively.

He notices, eyes going wide for a second before he calmly reached for it, like he just remembered it was there. "Oh, sorry..." His fingers reached around the tin. "Should've put that away." He doesn't though. Jake smiled, the tin and the lighter in both of his hands as he held them, his elbows on his thighs rolling the tin as he observed it. You smiled tightly, remotely confused but not wanting to ask any questions as he cutely looked at you, a tight lipped adorable smile on his face.

"Ever tried it?" He asks, like he's asking about coffee, just another casual interaction. You blink. "Tried what?"

His mouth curves faintly.

"Weed."

The word lands heavier than you expect. Oh. You shake your head immediately. "No. I m, mean— I've never." The answer is immediate and honest. You shift a little on the couch. "I mean, I've never… been around it." He nods slowly, watching your face carefully.

"You don't look scandalized." He observes, eyebrow knitting together as he chuckled. "I'm not." You say quickly, then falter. "I just didn't know that's what you meant." A small smile tugs at his mouth.

"Thought I was talking about the cookies?* He teases softly, head nudging toward the plate on the table as he lightly laughed. Your cheeks warmed at that, eyes back on the glass in your lap that you were gripping steady. "Maybe". Noticing the way you retracted and the demeanor seemed to slowly turn awkward he added simply.

"It's not a big deal though." He says, slightly shaking his head. "Just makes things feel lighter. Warmer." His eyes meet yours deliberately as you looked back up. "Sometimes a little more intense." Your stomach tightens at the way he says that.

You glance at the balcony door, slightly cracked open, letting fresh air in. The music hums softly in the background. The room feels warm, safe. You glance toward the hallway. Toward the very real front door behind you.

You should probably go home soon. But you don't stand up.

"Does it make you uncomfortable?" He asks after a moment. You think about it. "No." You admit quietly. "I just don't know anything about it." That shifts something in his expression — interest, maybe. "Never been curious?" He asks, eyes narrowing in a questioning manner. You hesitate this time. "…Maybe a little." The honesty surprises even you. Jake's gaze softens, but there's something darker flickering underneath. Not cruel, just aware. "Curiosity's not a bad thing." He says.

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to calm your nerves. You wet your lips nervously, eyes flicking to the tin in his hands. "What does it feel like?" You ask, barely above a whisper. His eyes darken just a fraction. "Well." He says slowly, setting the tin down on the table but leaning back onto the armrest of the couch right by his side. "That depends."

"On what?" You ask, trying to sound steadier than you feel. "On the person." His gaze drifts over your face, unhurried. "Some people get giggly. Some get sleepy. Some…" He pauses, thumb brushing over the edge of the tin absentmindedly. "Feel everything more." Your fingers tighten around your glass. "More?" You echo back, waiting for the elaboration. The curiosity now eating you alive. "Touch. Sound. Breathing." His eyes lift to yours again. "It's like the volume's turned up." The music in the background suddenly feels louder. You swallow eyes flicking back to your glass. He notices every little reaction. The way your shoulders pull in. The way your thighs press together when he says touch. Jake but his lip to stop a grin from showing on his face. eyes going over the neat small table. "But…" You start, curiosity tugging at you despite yourself. "Is it bad?"

Jake lets out a quiet laugh. "It's not some scary gateway drug, sweetheart." The nickname slips out so naturally you almost miss it. Almost. "It's just a little high." He says it so easily. Your eyes drift to the balcony door again, the curtain shifting with the breeze. The world outside looks the same as it always does — quiet street, trimmed hedges, nothing scandalous about it.

Inside feels different.

"Have you done it a lot?" You ask, Jake nods once, settling back against the couch, legs spread comfortably, completely at ease. "A few times." Jake could not stop his gaze from drifting to your lap, the way you were clenching the glass, the way your shorts was riding up your thighs, exposing more than necessary without you noticing. Your shallow breathing still somehow steady even if he could see the nerves were pooling in you. His gaze lingers — not subtle now. Watching you. Studying the way your chest rises, the way your lips part slightly when you think too hard.

Silence stretches.

You glance at the tin again then back at him. "So you just… smoke it?" You ask, almost shy. Jake's brows lift slightly. "You're asking a lot of questions for someone who's not interested." He adds, tone light. Your cheeks warm. "I didn't say I wasn't interested."

That makes him pause. He wasn't expecting that. "Oh?" A small smile pulls at his mouth. "So you are?" Your pulse jumps. You hesitate just for a second.

Maybe it's the way he's looking at you. Maybe it's the way the room feels heavier. Maybe it's the fact that you're eighteen and tired of always being the careful one.

"…Maybe." You say, softer. He leans back slightly, studying you in a way that makes your stomach flip. "You wanna try?" He asks, more direct now. Your fingers curl into your shorts for a second before you force them to relax.

"I mean—" You start, nerves tangling your words. "I just… I want to know what it feels like." There's something almost shy about it, not rebellious or reckless, just honest. Jake's expression shifts — not darker, not predatory. Just surprised. Heat rises to your cheeks as you set the glass down carefully on the table, mostly because your hands are starting to betray you.

Silence settles between you again, humming but almost loud. He reaches for the tin again, but doesn't open it yet, just rests his fingers on top of it. "You sure?" He asks, voice lowering and teasing now. "Didn't think you were the rebellious type." You straighten a little at that. "I'm not." You defend quickly.

He hums, unconvinced. "Then what are you?"

You falter. "I just… want to know what it's like." The same words were repeated from earlier, eyes up to meet his. His gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes.

"Curious girls get into trouble." He says lightly. Your breath hitches at his words, a heat crawling up your spine that made you stiffen. "But..." He adds after a beat, softer now. "Only if they want to." Your heart is pounding so loud you're sure he can hear it.

"I want to." You say — quieter than you meant to, but steady. Jake studies you carefully, t there's no rush in him. No impatience. Just control. "You don't have to impress me." He murmurs. "And you don't have to say yes just because you're curious."

"I'm not saying yes because of that." You reply, lifting your chin slightly. "I'm saying yes because I want to try." A slow smile spreads across his face — this time he doesn't hide it. "Alright." He says and opens the tin. The faint earthy scent drifts into the air, mixing with the sweetness of cookies and the cool breeze from the balcony. He doesn't rush. He moves with practiced ease, but there's something deliberate about how unhurried he is. Like he knows you're watching.

Jake prepares it slowly, not looking nervous. Completely composed. He glances up at you while he works, rolling the paper between his fingers, spreading the herbs evenly. "Last chance." He teases gently, bringing up the small soon to be blunt to his smirking lips, letting his tongue wet the end. "Still sure, sweetie?" You watched with attentiveness what he is doing and the way he looked at you as he licked the paper, eyes mischief and teasing, lips curved — it made your breath hitch.

"Yes." You say, eyes flicking to his own. This time, there's no hesitation. Jake leans over to grab the lighter. "Okay." He murmurs and holds your gaze a second longer before bringing the freshly rolled blunt to his lips. The teasing curve of his mouth lingers as he lights it, the small flame briefly illuminating his features.

He inhales slowly, deliberately — not breaking eye contact.

You watch the way his chest rises. The way his shoulders relax as he pulls the smoke in. The way he tilts his head slightly, holding it for a moment before exhaling toward the open balcony door. The smoke drifts lazily into the air, curling in the warm light.

He looks… completely at ease.

"Okay. " He murmurs, voice just a touch lower now. "Come here." You hesitate only a second before shifting closer on the couch. Not enough to touch him fully — but close enough that your knees almost brush. He notices that too. "You ever smoked anything before?" He asks lightly.

You shake your head. "Alright." His tone softens, more instructive now, less teasing. "Don't overthink it. Just breathe in slow. Not too hard." He brings it toward you but doesn't let go yet. "Here." H says quietly. "Hold it like this."

His fingers guide yours — warm, steady — adjusting how you grip it. The contact is brief but deliberate enough to make your pulse skip. "Relax your shoulders." He adds. You didn't realize they were tense. He lifts it slightly toward your lips. "Slow breath. Just a little." Your heart is pounding. You lean forward carefully, inhaling like he told you to.

It's harsher than you expected. You cough almost immediately. Jake laughs softly, not mocking, just amused and sets the blunt aside for a second. "Easy." He murmurs, his hand coming to rest lightly between your shoulder blades. "Told you not to pull too hard." Your eyes water slightly as you try to recover, embarrassed.

"I did exactly what you said." You mumble. "I know." He smiles, thumb brushing once, absentmindedly, against your back before pulling his hand away. "First time's always like that." You glance at him, trying to gauge whether he's teasing again. He isn't. Not fully.

"Try again." He says gently. "Smaller this time." You nod, still a little flustered. He hands it back to you, watching closely. This time you inhale more carefully — slower, controlled. It's still unfamiliar, but you don't cough. "Good. " He says quietly. The praise lands somewhere warm in your chest. You hand it back to him without realizing how close you've leaned in. He takes another slow pull, then passes it back.

The exchange becomes easier the second time. Less awkward as the high started creeping in, light and still not fully there. You shift slightly on the couch. Jake studies you. "How do you feel?" He asks. You blink, trying to focus on the question. "Warm." You admit after a moment. "Kind of… floaty?" A small, satisfied smile curves his lips. "Yeah..." he says. "That's normal."

Your limbs feel heavier, but not unpleasant. The room seems softer somehow. The air thicker. Your gaze drifts to his face — and stays there longer than it usually would. He notices. "You're staring," he says lightly. You don't look away this time. "Everything does feel louder." You murmur, almost to yourself. His eyes darken slightly at that. "Yeah?" He asks, bringing the blunt up to his lips, still not high. He inhaled, eyes stuck to your lidded eyes, the way they moved over the room as you leaned back against the couch.

"If you don't feel well you need to tell me." He spoke as the herbal smoke escaped his parted lips, the high getting to his head gradually. His head felt slightly lighter, back meeting the couch rest bringing the ashtray between your two. Your attention moved back to him, vision fuzzy at the edges as your gaze moved to his hand on his thigh. The blunt burning between his long slender fingers and smoke curling in the air.

Before you knew it, you reached for it — fingers eagerly and clumsily taking the burning rolled paper. "Woah, easy." He smiled at that, a lighthearted laugh escaping him, fingers trying to steadily transfer the burning blunt to you. Jake felt like he was floating, eyes slowly turning red and eyelids dropping. His face felt relaxed, the smile on his face heavy.

He watched you inhale it, slow and steady, eager for the lightness that was flooding your senses. And just like that the room was already full of thick, swirling smoke, the air hazy around the soft glow of the lamp. Your head buzzed almost immediately.

Not dizzy — just… warmer.

Soft.

The edges of everything felt slightly blurred, like the world had been turned down a notch and wrapped in velvet. When you exhaled, the smoke drifted slowly between the two of you, curling lazily toward the ceiling. Jake leaned back into the couch, watching you with a slow grin. "Careful." He murmured. "You went in pretty confident for someone who said they've barely done this."

You coughed once still getting used to the feeling, waving a hand through the smoke, laughing a little breathlessly. "Okay, maybe I underestimated it."

"Just a little?" He teased.

You handed the blunt back, your fingers brushing his for a second longer than necessary. The contact felt strangely noticeable, like your skin had suddenly become aware of everything. Jake took another drag, shoulders sinking into the couch as he exhaled slowly. His eyes were half-lidded now, a faint redness spreading through them. He looked relaxed in a way that made everything about him seem slower, easier.

The music hummed quietly in the background.

Time started slipping. At some point you both stopped keeping track of how long you’d been sitting there.

The blunt had burned down to nothing in the ashtray, and the room smelled faintly sweet and smoky. The high had settled in completely now — heavy, warm, almost weightless.

You had shifted positions without even realizing it.

Now you were sitting sideways on the couch, your legs pulled up comfortably beneath you, one knee tucked under the other as you leaned into the cushions. Your hair had fallen loosely around your face, and every now and then you pushed it back while laughing. Jake sat beside you, one arm draped along the back of the couch, his posture relaxed and easy.

The two of you had drifted into the kind of random conversation that only happened when you were high. "…No way." You said through a laugh, shaking your head. "You're telling me you actually tried to microwave ramen in a coffee maker?"

"It worked." Jake insisted lazily. You laughed again, the sound light and loose. "It absolutely did not work."

"It worked enough." He said, grinning. "You would be surprised what you can do when you're desperate and it's two in the morning." The laughter faded into a comfortable quiet. Jake huffed out a breath, a hand coming up to his hoodie collar, tugging at it. The air felt too suffocating and warm, the breeze from the open door not doing much. "It's hot in here..." He murmured to himself, hands already taking the grey thick fabric off him. He run a hand through his hair, taming it just a tab bit before he straightened the white shirt that he is left in.

Jake placed the hoodie neatly on the arm rest, feeling the sudden relief. You on the other hand were stuck in place, gaze following his every movement. Too lost. Too high. So fixed on his figure that the way his shirt went up exposing his lower abdomen as he took the hoodie off is left engraved. The way his hand ran through the messy hair, trying to subdue the disheveled strands made you almost evidently gulp.

Jake was attractive. That was no secret. From the way the older ladies in the neighborhood treated him, from the way younger kids always stop and stare at him a second too long before getting shy. Even older men never missed a chance to start a conversation with him, always trying to make sure he knew they had daughters who are single by the end of their conversations.

But he was always sweet, a little too kind and cute. Laughing everything off, nodding shyly and just simply being respectful. And that's what people liked about him. That's what made everyone adore him.

You on the other hand, did think so too. He was just every girls dream. Hot, handsome, living alone at just twenty-four, hardworking. Could you ask for something more, really? But the age. The age was something that really made you step back into your lane. The reality crushing down everytime you were stuck staring at him over your fence, images flashing through your mind.

Your family did tease you, all the way to your younger brother. Making jokes about you and him being together, how he is a great a catch. And it was annoying. It was agonizingly annoying hearing the overused plethoras of these words. You would only roll your eyes and just simply say he was too old for you. He could almost be your uncle. Really.

But still there was no denying. He was awfully, excruciatingly sexy.

Jake leaned forward, reaching toward the coffee table where a plate of cookies sat forgotten. His hand came into the warm light of the lamp as he grabbed one. You watched his fingers without realizing it.

Long fingers.

Veins running along the back of his hand and wrist. The movement was slow and unhurried as he brought the cookie up and took a bite. You blinked, gaze stuck to the way the silver bracelet hugged his wrist, dangling from his arm. Your brain felt like it lagged half a second behind what your eyes were seeing.

Jake chewed casually, completely unaware of the small spiral of thoughts that had suddenly started in your head. The low music flowed in the background, his head light and face smiley as he grabbed his phone from the table after it buzzed. A group chat spammed with random messages a she opened the chat eyes skimming over the unrelevant chats. He took another bite of the cookie, chewing lazily, his jaw feeling a little too heavy with each bite. Your eyes were still stuck to his face, his side profile as the bright phone screen illuminated his sharp but still soft features. He looked perfect.

But suddenly, he glanced at you, lidded eyes meeting yours just for a second before they were back on the phone. You almost evidently jolted at the sudden eye contact, the way he catches you staring but said nothing. You cleared your throat. "So... Is it hard to work from home?" A random question about his graphic designing. Just to ease the sudden tenseness you felt even if your body surrendered to the relaxation a long time ago.

He smiled, not looking up at you, fingers working over his keyboard as he typed a response to his friends. "Well actually no..." He answered, eyes still on the phone. "I get to manage my time on my own, clients are the only thing the company assigns me but yeah..." He glanced at you, taking the last bite of the cookie as he still typed away on the phone. Your eyes drifted all over him again — not just his hands this time, but the relaxed way he was leaning on his thighs, veiny forearms supporting him, the lazy curve of his smile, the faint redness in his eyes.

Everything about him looked softer. Slower.

Your curiosity bubbled up again, the same one that had been creeping around your thoughts for the past hour. Before you could overthink it, the question slipped out. "Jake?"

"Yeah?" He said, brushing crumbs from his fingers. You hesitated for a moment, suddenly aware of how random it might sound. "Are you… seeing someone?" He looked at you, not surprised just curious. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. His eyes lingered on your face a little longer than usual, flicking down your figure before he answered.

"Why?" He asked lightly. "You doing a background check on me?" You laughed nervously and shook your head. "No. I was just… wondering." Wondering because you never saw him bring any women over. Because the only people that ever visited him were his parents now and then and his group of friends.

His eyes locked onto yours, something dark and tempting behind them before he answered. "No. Not right now." His phone buzzed, eyes glued themselves to the screen again. "I broke up with my ex right before I moved here. Had some flings here and there but nothing serious." His voice was flat, too immersed into the small bright box in his hands. You nodded, more to yourself as you glanced onto the small table. You rubbed your calve up and down, the sudden quiet that took place was awkward. Before...

"What about you?"

His voice made you snap your head toward him. Jake finally locked his phone and set it down on the table. The small screen went dark as he leaned back into the couch, stretching one arm along the backrest. His attention shifted completely to you now, heavy-lidded eyes studying your face with a calm, curious focus. The sudden attention made your stomach tighten.

"Me?" You repeated quietly. "Yeah." He shrugged a little, relaxed. "You asked first." You looked down at your hands, suddenly very aware of them resting awkwardly on your knee. The high was still humming through your body, soft and warm, but now it made you feel strangely exposed under his gaze. "I'm… not seeing anyone either." You said.

Jake hummed softly, watching you. "No boyfriend?" You shook your head. "Not really." His eyebrow lifted slightly. "Not really?" You hesitated, feeling heat creep up your neck. "There was...someone I liked." You admitted, feeling like a little kid at the simple talk of childish crushes to a grown man. "In school. We still have some classes together." Jake tilted his head, watching you carefully now.

"But it wasn't anything serious." You added quickly. "We just talked a lot. Sat together sometimes. I thought maybe he liked me too but…" You gave a small embarrassed shrug. "Nothing ever actually happened."

Jake's eyes stayed on you. "That's it?" He asked slowly. You nodded. "Yeah."

He leaned back further into the couch, hands resting on his thighs while he slammed down the leather. His gaze drifted down for a moment — over the way you were curled on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you, the nervous motion of your fingers rubbing along your calf. "You're eighteen, right?" He asked.

"Yeah." A quiet breath left him. "Huh."

You glanced up, scanning his side profile as his head was leaned back onto the couch, tired and red eyes staring at the ceiling.

"What?" Your voice was quiet and unsure. Embarrased. He shook his head slightly, a faint, almost amused smile tugging at his mouth.

"Nothing." He said. "Just… surprising."

"Why?" You gulped, eyes unconsciously running over his hand in his lap, his spread thighs and the way the sweatpants hugged his pelvis. The bulge that was right there making you gulp, you thighs pressing slightly. Jake's eyes returned to yours, darker now in the dim light making your eyes flick up to his.

"I don't know." He said slowly. "Most people your age have a little more… going on."

Your cheeks warmed instantly.

"I guess I'm just… slow with that stuff." You murmured. He didn't answer right away. His gaze drifted over you again, slower this time — the high making his focus heavier, more lingering than he probably meant it to be. The way you were sitting curled up on the couch, your shorts shifting slightly over your thighs as you adjusted your legs. The nervous movement of your hands. The faint pink in your cheeks. You shifted under the attention without meaning to. Your knee moved slightly, your foot sliding against the cushion as if you were trying to get comfortable, but it only made you more aware of how closely he was watching.

Jake noticed. His jaw tightened just slightly before he looked back at your face. There was something very unguarded about you.

He cleared his throat lightly. "Well." He said, voice casual again. "You're eighteen. That's the perfect age to enjoy it."

"Enjoy what?" You asked, confused.

"Life." He said simply. "Meeting people. Dating. Figuring out what you like." His eyes flicked back to your face, then down briefly again before returning. "You should enjoy that stage." You shifted slightly on the couch, suddenly very aware of how you were sitting and the way his eyes went over your body. And you hated the way the unfamiliar warmth started burning in the low of your stomach.

"I guess." You said quietly. Unsure. Eyes

Jake watched you for another moment, something thoughtful settling in his expression. He raised his head from the cozy couch. "Can I ask you something?" He said. Your shoulders tensed slightly, eyes flicking to his intimidating gaze. You nodded, not finding the courage to use your words since the high was at its peak, hitting your head with a force so invisible but still present. Your head felt heavy, eyes were burning red and lidded. Your limbs felt heavy, everything seemed to turn up a notch. His presence seemed to overwhelm you more, the masculine aura making you trace his figure shamelessly.

His voice stayed casual, but his eyes stayed fixed on you. "Have you ever… done anything with someone?" The question hung in the air.Your brain understood what he meant almost instantly, rimmed red eyes moving up to his own as you licked your lips.

"No." You said quickly. Jake blinked. "No?"

You shook your head as you let it fall on the couch, eyes still stuck to his.

"No."

He leaned back slightly, studying you more carefully now and still trying to process everything. "You mean… like nothing?" He asked. You shifted again, embarrassment evaporating the more the weed in your system flowed. "I mean… no." You said quietly. "Not really."

For a moment he just stared at you. His eyes flicked over you again — slower this time. Not in an obvious way, but enough that the high made him notice things he hadn't earlier. The way your neck streched as you gazed at him, the way you kept carresing your calf, eyes a little too lost on him.

He never failed to noticed your eyes flicking down to his sweats, where the bulge of his soft cock portruded. It made him shift his hips against the couch, the sudden rush of blood to his pelvis alarming him. He teared his gaze from you, quickly dancing around the small table. "That's okay. You are still young, there's time for everything even if you take it slow."

He added, trying to ease the tension that seemed to suffocate the air. He tried to erase the image of you, in ways he should never think of. Not when you are that younger than him, still in high school. Not when you are the daughter of the neighbors right next door.

But fuck, did actually exactly those things get him going.

He could still feel your eyes on him as he reached forward, grabbing the glass of water before he took a sip. He needed to cool off. Immediately. His cock threatening to evidently form a tent inside his briefs. The cold water did almost nothing.

The room still felt thick — smoke hanging lazily in the warm air, music humming quietly from somewhere behind you both. His pulse hadn't slowed either. Jake set the glass down again and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake the thoughts out of his head.

You were still watching him.

Curled into the couch with your legs tucked under you, head tilted slightly, eyes heavy and red-rimmed from the high. The way you looked at him now wasn't the same as earlier. There was curiosity there, yes — but something else too. Something softer. Bolder.

It made his stomach tighten.

Your fingers traced slowly along your calf again, absentminded, and the movement pulled his eyes down before he could stop himself. You noticed that too. A quiet little spark lit in your chest. The weed had melted most of your nervousness away, leaving behind something warm and daring that you normally wouldn't let yourself feel.

"You said I should enjoy being eighteen." You said softly. Jake glanced up at you again.

"Yeah..." He said cautiously and your head tilted slightly. "What if I want to start doing that now?"

The question made him pause. His eyes searched your face like he was trying to figure out if you even realized what you were implying. His elbows dug harder into his knees, eyes stuck on you. You shifted closer on the couch without really thinking about it.

The cushion dipped slightly between you.Your gaze dropped for a moment, then slowly lifted again, tracing his face. His jaw, his mouth, the faint tension in his shoulders. "You look different when you're high." You said quietly. "Oh yeah?" Jake asked, eyebrow raising. You hummed in response, the sound a little too low and sensual. "Your eyes get heavier."

He smirked faintly. "That's the weed."

"And you look at me more." You added. That made him go still. The silence stretched between you again. Then, almost without thinking, you leaned forward slightly, just enough to close some of the space between you.

Jake's breath slowed.

"You shouldn't be doing this." He said quietly, still leaned onto his knees, eyes flicking to your mouth and knees that were on the edge of the couch. But he didn't move away. Your heart was beating so loudly you were sure he could hear it. But the warmth of the high and the pull of his gaze made it impossible to back down now. "Doing what?" Ypu whispered. Jake looked at you like he already knew exactly where this was going. Your eyes flicked to his mouth, then back to his eyes. The moment stretched.

One second. Two.

Your courage wavered for just a moment — but then you leaned forward the rest of the way and pressed your lips softly against his. It was clumsy, gentle. And very, very brief.

When you pulled back, your face was flushed but your eyes were still on him. For a second Jake didn't move at all. Then he exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face. "Y/N..." He muttered under his breath. His eyes returned to yours again, darker now.

"You just said you've never done anything with anyone..." He said. Your shoulders lifted slightly in a shy little shrug. "I haven't." A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. "Until now."

Jake stared at you. Something about the way you said it, innocent but bold at the same time, made the tension in the room snap tighter instead of breaking. You leaned a little closer again, your knee brushing his thigh this time, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jake's eyes glanced down your bare legs, shorts lost under the shirt.

Fuck it.

He pressed his lips against yours,head tilting as he let out a low moan. You were taken aback, the sudden harshness of his lips making you panic for a second.

You didn't know how to kiss.

"Relax, let me take the lead and just copy me." He pulled back just enough to speak before his lips were again onto yours. His hand found your waist, slowing down his lips and letting your get used to the feel. "Just like that." He pulled back again, breath brushing your wet lips before you pressed them again. Jakes back met the cushion of the couchrest, adjusting his hips against the sofa. You were on your knees kissing him eagerly as you got your pace on. The smacks and smooches of your hungry mouth were fueling. You moaned against his mouth, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable.

Jake still had you by his side, one hand around your waist as he angled his head up, chin tipping to meet your mouth that hovered over his. Your kisses were clumsy but eager now, lips soft and warm against his. Each time you leaned down, trying to follow the rhythm he had shown you moments ago, Jake answered with a slower, deeper kiss that made your stomach tighten. The quiet sounds of it — soft breaths, the brush of lips, the faint smacks as you tried to keep up filled the small space between you.

You pulled back just enough to breathe, chest rising quickly, your lips slightly swollen and damp. Jake's hand tightened a little at your waist as he looked up at you. His eyes lingered on your face first — the flush spreading across your cheeks, the way your lips stayed parted as you caught your breath — before they drifted lower for a second, taking in the way you were kneeling beside him on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you. "Easy…" He murmured, voice low and rough, though he didn't push you away.

His thumb brushed slowly along your side through the thin fabric of your shirt, and the simple touch made you shiver. Jake noticed the reaction immediately. His gaze sharpened slightly, a darker curiosity settling in as he leaned his head back against the couch cushion, still looking up at you. "You're really new to this, aren't you?" He said quietly, his hot breath brushing your face. You hesitated for a moment, fingers still curled loosely into the fabric of his shirt, then nodded. The admission made your cheeks warm again, but the haze of the high softened the embarrassment, leaving only a nervous flutter in your chest.

Jake let out a slow breath through his nose. His eyes dropped briefly, following the line of your legs, the way the oversized shirt you wore had shifted while you moved, barely hiding the shorts underneath. When his gaze lifted again, it settled back on your face.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" He asked quietly, voice dark and sharp. The question sent a sudden wave of heat through you. Your eyes dropped almost instantly, landing somewhere near the collar of his shirt. You shook your head slowly, the movement small and shy.

"No." You murmured. Jake went very still beneath you. For a moment he simply stared, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and disbelief. Then he leaned his head back against the couch and dragged a hand slowly down his face.

"Fuck…" He muttered under his breath, his cock throbbing violently with each passing second. When his hand fell away, he looked at you again — longer this time, his gaze lingering over your flushed face, the way you were still kneeling beside him, your hand resting uncertainly on his shoulder as he held your waist.

"You're serious." He said quietly, voice strained as if he is afraid what your honest answer would do him. Because he was certain you weren't lying.

You nodded again, glancing down at your hands as they fidgeted lightly with the fabric of his shirt. And his body experienced a sudden rush of adrenaline, his shoulders almost evidently shuddered under your hand as he closed his eyes. "I just… never really thought about it." You admitted softly.

Jake opened his heavy red eyes staring at you for a moment, jaw tightening just slightly. Something about the way you said it, so honest and unaware, made him exhale slowly. He looked divine. Pretty even. His dark slightly longer hair falling over his eyes. His red cheeks and plump swollen lips. It made you bite your lip. And your eyes flicked down. Down to his tent that hardened with every passing minute he spent by your side.

"God…" He murmured again, almost to himself when he captured everything. And he crashed your lips again, pulling you so hard you feel onto his side, one hand clutching his shoulder and the other fisting the shirt at his chest. He moaned against you, your lips a drug that he couldnt get enough off. And the way you were struggling to catch up with him made his hips raise, thrusting into the air from the desperation.

"Take your shorts and panties off. Now." He sternly spoke against your lips. "And sit back and spread your legs for me." You nodded, trying to collect yourself from his savage kisses just a second ago. Quickly you straightened yourself, hands hastily unzipping your shorts before pulling it down your legs together with your underwear. Jake watched every move, the way the short glided down your legs and you threw it down, the way you moved back, pushing yourself away before you slowly but certainly spread your legs.

And Jake's throat constricted, a sharp inhale as he took in your form.

You were leaned back, supporting yourself by your arms against the couch, legs bent at your knees as you shyly pulled them apart. Jake's eyes sucked everything in but saw the little hesitation. "Don't be shy..." He said softly, eyes flicking up to yours giving you a nod, a connection you needed in this moment.

The mere look of his puppy eyes, giving you reassurance was enough. And you spread them further, knees closer to you, feet planting onto the cushion. He was stunned, another sharp inhale followed. His eyes danced over your thighs before it reached the center. His gaze went over your pubic hair, over your drooling lips that spilled the sticky essence onto the hairy lips.

His dick twitched.

"Shit." He muttered to himself, lips slightly parting as he let his head back onto the couch. You stood there, spread open for his eyes, observing the way he ate you with his stare. The way his chest moved deeper, Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. Jake's hand moved down, resting onto his bulge, palm feeling the heaviness and the sensitivity over the fabric. But he just let it rest there, eyes glued to your drooling pussy and the sticky bush.

Already this wet, just from kissing. Of course you are.

Fucking virgin.

"Jake..." You called out to him, eyes searching for his. His eyes flicked up to yours. The worried expression on your face had him inhaling. "Touch yourself." He spoke firmly.

"I—I don't kno—"

"Bring your fingers over to your lips." He cut you off, hungry and rough. His chest heavied, following your unsure moves. You hesitantly brought your hand down, fingers hovering uncertainly in the air for a moment before you slowly followed his instruction. "Find your clit." His voice vibrated in the tight air, your eyes moved down to your mound, the hair rough against your fingertips as you slid them between your folds. Arousal coated them right away, the warmth of your folds swallowing the fingertips too much. You hissed at the new feeling.

"Higher..." You moved them back, higher, and when you found the small bud you — pressed it. A moan escaped you, eyes going tight shut at the new overwhelming sensation. Jake didn't look away.

His eyes followed every small movement you made, heavy and fixed on you as if he didn't want to miss a single second of it. The earlier teasing had faded from his face, replaced with something more focused — something darker and intent. The hand resting over the front of his sweats stayed there, fingers flexing slightly against the fabric as he watched. "That's it... Rub it in circles. Slow." He breathes out, his senses narrowing down to just feeling and the image of you spread by his side.

Your breathing had already grown shallow, chest rising and falling quicker than before as the warmth between your legs pulsed in quiet waves. Your fingers moved cautiously, almost timidly at first, a pant left your parted lips. You glanced up at him again, searching his face for reassurance. His gaze, immediately lifted to meet yours, and the intensity of it made your stomach twist.

"That's it." He said softly, nodding once. "Just… like that."

The simple encouragement steadied you. Your shoulders relaxed a fraction, though your cheeks were still flushed and your breathing uneven. You dragged your finger over the pulsing bud with steady rhythm, the arousal burning tight. You watched the way your arousal spread the more you rubbed, coating your hair, feeling it ooze out of your entrance sliding down your asscheeks and right onto the Jake's couch. You were so wet.

The feeling was strange. Strange but taunting, pulling your fingers to move on their own as you slightly sped up. A moan escaped you, the ticklish pleasure shooting up your spine as you teased yourself.

The moment felt strangely suspended — the low music somewhere behind you, the lingering haze in the room, and Jake watching you like nothing else existed.

He leaned his head back slightly against the couch again, eyes never leaving you. A quiet curse slipped under his breath when you shifted your legs a little wider without thinking, trying to follow the feeling growing in your body. He couldn’t contain himself anymore, his hand dipped into the waistbands, entering the confiments of his boxers. His raging cock already painfully hard. Throbbing and begging for a touch, for the fist of his hand.

His fingers wrapped around himself, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "You see?" He murmured. "You're already figuring it out, doll."

The nickname rolled of his tongue so easily and so usual for him. But for you — it sent you shuddering. Body reacting on its own as your hole clenched around nothing. His gaze catches that, his hand already moving up and down his pulsing length, coating it with his warm precum. "Am I doing it right?" You asked quietly, voice breathy and needy as your fingers kept their pace, rubbing your clit desperately.

Jake let out a slow breath through his nose, his jaw tightening for a moment before he answered, hand sqeezing his tip for a brief moment. So hungry for praise aren't you. "So so right sweetie. Fuck—" His voice broke off into a strained breath as he watched you. The sight by him had something dark flashing through his eyes, his chest rising deeper as watched the way your folds engulfed your fingertips, the way your arousal stuck to your hair.

Your fingers kept moving, the strange but growing warmth between your legs making you shift on the couch, hips chasing your own fingers. Another small sound escaped you, half surprise, half something deeper you didn't quite understand yet. The feeling was different now — sharper, more insistent.

Jake watched the change in your expression immediately. You are pushing yourself close to the orgasm.His hand stilled for a moment before moving again, slower now, gliding deliberately against his cock, eyes locked on your face as if he were reading every reaction.

"You feel that?" He asked quietly, hand sticky and slimy as it moved under his briefs.

You nodded quickly, breath hitching and eyes moving over to his sweats. The evident move of his hand against his length made you grind your hips again.

"It's… weird." You admitted softly, barely uttering it out as your fingers slowed down again. "But… good."

He huffed out a faint laugh under his breath, shaking his head slightly. "Yeah..." His lidded eyes flicked down to the mess you made. Your hand faltered for a moment, your brows knitting together as you tried to understand the new sensations building. Jake noticed instantly. "Stop."

You didn't, you closed your eyes, a moan slipping. "I-I can't! Ah..." You cried out, fingers putting more pressure with each tight circle. "I said stop." He repeated, and this time you did. With a whine you made your fingers stop. Your felt the arousal all over your hand, sticky and messy as it covered your fingers. New fluid and texture making you slightly spread them, feeling the arousal stretch and snap.

You panted, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. Jake's hand moved slowly up and down his cock prolonging the pleasure. Here and now delivering a squeeze to his tip that made him hiss and gasp. "Put a finger inside." He commanded sternly. And you did. Your middle finger dug into your puffy folds, making you gasp as you moved it down. Lower. Until you felt the dip of your entrance under the fingertip. You gulped, head dizzy and already light from all the smoke in the room. Your heat burned with desire, and when hesitation rose in you, fear, you still pushed the finger.

You groaned at the sudden stretch, pushing until the first knuckle. Just first. It glided with ease. But all of a sudden it felt like your walls did not want to let you move deeper. You moaned, shallowly thrusting nonstop. At an attempt to relax, to push through. But you just couldn't. Was it the tense walls, or perhaps the unconscious that was anxious about registering the new experience.

"Jake—" You tried again to push further. It hurt. "Jake I can't..." You were a moaning mess, thrusting barely the tip of your finger inside your pulsing heat. Your hips raised, tried to swallow your finger but still nothing. Jake was too busy fucking his fist slowly and sensually, moans escaping his parted lips as he was in his own world, eyes stuck to the way you tried to fuck your hand.

"You can't what?" He spoke low and strained. Voice whiny as he felt his mess spread and spread under the fabric as he was tugging at his length. "I—I need you!" You whined out, the tip of your finger teasing your clenched hole with shallow thrusts. Your thighs quievered, head tipping back as you couldn't take it — the overwhelming want to feel something against your walls, everything but your own fingers.

For a moment Jake just stared at you. Then he cursed quietly under his breath, dragging his free hand over his face before leaning his head against the couch, facing the ceiling. "Jesus…" His gaze swept over you again, slower this time, heavier, stopping a second longer on your attempts to push the finger inside. "You're going to drive me insane." He muttered, hand stopping all the movement on his cock but is resting at the base. Knowing he would need it again.

You shifted uncertainly under his stare, clearly not sure what he wanted from you, lips parted as the shallow thrusts slowed down. Jake watched you struggle for another second before he finally gestured sharply with his hand.

"Come here."

The command made your head snap up. You moved without thinking, sliding across the couch toward him until you were within reach again, your breathing still uneven. You let your arms support you, leaning back against them as your legs hesitated to spread, not knowing what to do. His free hand grazed your calf. "Spread them, princess."

You almost moaned out at the nickname, your jaw going slack as you spread your legs again eyes scanning him hungrily. One ended up on his knee, as the other was tucked right by his side and the couch. "Shirt off." Your hands automatically grabbed the hem of your baggy old shirt, pulling it over your head as you threw it on the floor, leaving you in your bra.

Jake's eyes scanned your naked upper body. Eyes nestling onto your breasts. Breasts covered by your bra. He bit his lip, eyes traveling all over you decollete as his hand went over your pulsing pussy and up your stomach. Fingers grazing the hot skin before he cupped one of your breasts. You stared at his expressions, noting down every slight change. His brows furrowed, palm sqeezing it harshly and roughly making you gasp. Your chest pushing out, arching into the touch. He kneaded it, eyes stuck to the flesh that threatened to spill from the firm cup. "Yes, fuck..." He moaned under his breath, hand in his underwear sqeezing the base of his cock, imaging the way it would feel if he fucked your tits. The warm, squishy flesh engulfing his leaking dick, letting it glide all over your chest.

He let out a hiss after one more squeeze around his girth. You let out a whine, hips raising from the couch, in search of something. Jake's eyes were still fixed on your chest as he kneaded until his fingers hooked into the bra cup — pulling it down and letting your tit spill out.

You moaned, eyes moving down to look at your naked exposed breast. Nipple stood hard and erect, sensitive to the air itself. Jake's hand was quick to flick it with his thumb, balancing it over the peak as he teased it. "Ah—yes please!" You moaned out, eyes never leaving the way he rolled your sensitive bud.

Jake finally let go of your nipple, hand moving over to his lips eyes stuck to yours. And he let his mouth engulfed two of his long digits. He sucked them delightfully, tongue going over them as he hollowed his cheeks, thrusting them in and out. Your breath hitched, muscles already trembling and aching. He coated them expertly with his spit, pulling them out and letting them glide out from his plump lips. They glistened under the lights. He spat on them, making sure they are wet and warm before he finally lowered them between your legs. To your most sensitive skin.

You felt the back of his middle finger caress your puffy slit, going up and down collecting the arousal that never seemed to stop coming. You bucked into his hand, a sharp inhale followed. Jake's eyes danced over your pulsing and hairy heat, and it made him hiss. Especially when he grazed your rough hairs, the sudden contrast to your soft and sensitive folds that drooled all over his finger.

"You are so pretty, sweetheart." He murmured, peering down at your gaping entrance before his digit prodded at it. You held your breath, stomach tightening as you felt his bigger finger enter you slowly. "Relax..." He said softly again, eyes searching for yours before he continued to push further against your walls. He felt you clamp down on him, sucking him in but still quite tensed. He pulled back slightly before thrusting repeatedly into your sopping hole, trying to relax you — to get you used to the feeling.

And you gasped. When you felt him thrust into you, wetness still sipping out of you like a fucking faucet, you tipped your head back. Jake pushed in further, feeling you pull him in with each move of his. The way he filled you up made you buck into his hand, urging him to push it all the way in. And he did. He pushed his finger all the way and you gasped. The sudden feeling new and extraordinary. But so good. He started by steadily stretching you with just one digit, eyes stuck to the way you ruined his hand with your juices.

"So tight..."

Your breath came out in short bursts now, your body reacting faster than your mind could keep up. Jake watched every little reaction like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. His jaw tightened slightly, eyes dark as they moved over your face — flushed cheeks, parted lips, the way you struggled to steady your breathing.

His hand moved again, gliding against his heavy cock in rhythm with the thrusts of his digit into you. Imagining. Imagining the way you would later clamp around his thick cock, take it like a good little girl, bent over this couch right here. He let out a whimper, followed by a moan as he slowly sped up both of his hands.

Your fingers tightened against the couch cushion beside you as you tried to catch your breath. The warmth in your body kept building, spreading through your chest and down your spine in slow waves. A string of gradually louder moans left you, hips bucking into his hand. "J—Jake" You stuttered out, head heavy and body burning up. Everything seemed to narrow down to him and him only.

"You feel that, don't you?" He asked breathing heavy. Your lidded eyes found his heavy ones nodding quickly, not being able to form a proper sentence as you pressed your lips shut tight. Jake's eyes were fast back on the way you took him. You squeezed his finger, eyes moving to the way he was stroking himself under the material and you whined, the foot that was on his knee slightly nudging him.

A chuckle left him, almost too whiny before he muttered. "Yeah... I can tell." His gaze lifted back to your face, studying the way your eyes fluttered shut for a second before opening again. Then he pressed another finger against you entrance, stretching you wider as it glided in with ease. You moaned, arms at the back trembling as he fucked you with his fingers.

"Ah— fuck! "

His thumb pressed against your puffy clit and it seemed like you were in heaven. Your eyes dropped down to the way he split you with his fingers, the way his thumb pressed against your throbbing clit. Your pubic hair was already drenched, a mess that collected all the filthy fluid as he started rubbing your clit, smearing the wetness. All of a sudden a weird feeling started forming in the far pit of your pelvis. The strange pressure twisted deeper in your stomach, coiling tighter and tighter with every movement of his hand.

Your breathing broke into short, uneven pulls as the feeling built too fast, too intense. Your head shook weakly.

"Jake— wait—" Your voice cracked, breath catching in your throat. Panic flickered across your face as the pressure surged again, stronger this time, almost unbearable. "I— I think I'm— I'm gonna—" Jake felt your walls tense, your musles on fire. His slanted eyes suddenly sharpened, his fist abandoned his cock as his attention was fully on you.

You foot against his knee cramped, the other tight by his side sent small tremors that could be felt. Your knees pulled in slightly, threatening to pull your legs together. "I think I'm gonna pee." You blurted out breathlessly, embarrassment rushing into your face as your hips tried to retreat from his merciless hand. "Stop— Jake, stop—"

He didn't. If anything, he sat up straight, back detached form the couch as his eyes stuck to your sensitive core. The painful bulge forgotten for now as his other hand grabbed your ankle of the foot that was on his knee , holding you. His fingers sped up furiously, pistoning into you. One of your hands grabbed his wrist pushing at it, desperation creeping into your voice as the pressure wound even tighter.

"Jake— I'm serious— I can't—" Jake's eyes lifted from between your legs to your face, dark and sharp, breathing rough through parted lips. A low, almost disbelieving laugh slipped out of him. "You are not gonna pee." He said firmly. You shook your head quickly, eyes wide and pleading.

"I am— I swear I am—"

"No." His tone sharpened, cutting through your panic. Your hips tried to pull away again, but his other hand hooked under your thigh, holding you in place.

"You're not." He repeated, slower this time, breath heavy. "You're about to cum."

Your breath stuttered, vision blurring, eyes stinging as his fingers curled inside of you making them roll to the back of your head. Sound that your cunt and his fingers made filled the suffocating room. You panted and moaned, Jake holding you closer than ever as his hand played with your walls, stretching and ruining your insides.

The feeling surged again — overwhelming now, too big to contain — and you gasped, grabbing his forearm, nails digging hard.

"Jake please—"

But he didn't stop. His pace didn't slow. If anything, it grew more deliberate, more certain, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. His eyes were focused, dark as they stuck to the way your pussy ate his fingers up, sucked them in as if inviting him. His dark hair fell over his eyes, jaw tight as he kept his pace. He collected a glob of spit, heavy against his tongue before he spat down, filthy and gross, right onto your cunt.

Your body betrayed you completely. Your back arched, thighs trembling violently as the pressure climbed higher and higher, your mind scrambling to understand what was happening. Everything seemed to blur, the only thing you could comprehend was the way Jake fingered you, the earthy scent that clung into the air and his own cologne that's seemed to be everywhere around you, on him, on his furniture. Everywhere.

"I can't— I can't—" You whimpered, voice breaking, eyes going tight shut tears pricking at the corners.

Jake leaned closer, his voice low and rough and right in you face, breath brushing your lips. "Yes you can." Your whole body tensed.

"Just let it happen."

You shook your head weakly, panic and pleasure tangling together until you couldn't separate them anymore. "Jake—!"

The pressure snapped. Your voice dissolved into a broken cry as the wave finally crashed through you, your entire body jerking as the sensation ripped through your stomach and down your spine. Your hand clutched at his arm while your hips trembled uncontrollably, the intensity stealing the breath straight from your lungs.

Jake swore under his breath, watching you unravel in front of him, his grip tightening slightly as he guided you through it, forearm flexing as he slip your walls repeatedly. "That's it." He murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. "There you go." Your body kept shaking long after the first rush passed, smaller tremors still rolling through you while your head fell back, breath coming in soft, stunned gasps.

For a moment you couldn't even speak.

Jake finally slowed his digits, watching the way your chest rose and fell, the way your fingers still clung weakly to his arm. He slowly pulled out. His digits were drenched. He watched the way your arousal streched, a string of it snapping, like not wanting him to pull away. You hissed at the emptiness that followed. Your slit throbbing with aftershocks and waves of fire as you catches your breath.

Jake let go of your thigh, setting your leg over his lap, enchanted by the way your wetness clung to his fingers, spreading them and watching it stretch. He moaned, voice needy and whiny as he brought them to his lips and sucked it off. He closed his eyes in delight, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. The sight of his moaning around his fingers, made your nervous system wake up again. The pulse speeding up again as the ache between your spread legs grew heavier.

You shifted, legs tucked beneath you and hand on his chest pushing him back against the couch. You were breathing hard, eyes going over his leaned figure as you scanned his rock hard bulge. Jake was too busy sucking off your juices, enjoying it a little too much before he pulled them out of his mouth the second your shaky hands were on his waistband, pulling it down and over his cock. Jake turned his head to look at you, the way you tucked your hair behind your ears, ready to bend down, knees brushing his side as they tremored from the orgasm.

He let his hand down on his thigh, rating it there as he adjusted himself on the cozy couch, thighs spreading and hips lowering.

You were stunned. The wet stain on the from of his underwear was massive, the heavy boner imprinting onto the ruined material. Before he could utter a word you pulled his boxers too, letting his hard cock free. He moaned at the sudden air that hit his pulsing head, eyes closing in brief pleasure.

He stood tall, veiny and painfully hard. His tip raging with blood, red and oozing precum. The veins run down its length, right down to the base and you gulped. "Do you know what to do with it?" His low and needy voice made your eyes flick to his, your hands already collecting your hair and pushing it to the side, so he could have a good view. You shook your head but still was lowering down. Jake couldn't look away. The moment your lips brushed the side of his head, leaving a light kiss onto it he took a sharp breath. You let the tip of your tongue out, poking him experimentally and he shuddered. His hand shot down, grabbing his base as he held it for you. "Lick the tip." He let out as his voice trailed off into a breathy moan. "Ah shit... Just like that."

You kitty locked his tip, the wet and warm muscle feeling his heated and tense head. The fluid was salty, tangy. You moaned at the taste tongue moving from the middle of his veiny cock up to the sensitive tip. Jake’s breath hitched when you looked up at him like that.

For a second he just watched you — chest rising and falling slowly, eyes dark and half-lidded, the tension in his jaw tightening as if he was trying to hold himself together. The room felt warmer than before, the air thick with that quiet, buzzing tension that had been building between you all night.

Your lips brushed him again in a soft, testing motion.

Jake swore under his breath.

His hand slid into your hair, not rough, but firm enough to make you look back up at him. His thumb brushed along your cheek, eyes roaming over your flushed face, the parted lips, the nervous determination in your gaze. You glanced up at him, lips slick, eyes wide and pupils blown. It made him curse under his breath, the simple brush of your breath against his sensitive flesh made his muscles tense. "I have to taste you, fuck —"

His fingers flexed around your strands, pulling you harshly with the strength so unexpected. Your lips collided in a messy kiss, noses bumping as he savored you. The saltines on your lips from him, the swollen, warm flesh moving against his experienced mouth trying to catch up and seem confident.

But fuck, did he actually enjoy the exact inexperience you tried so hard to conceal.

It made him groan against your clumsy lips, your hand fisting the front of his shirt as his other hand carresed the back of your thighs, fingers digging into the skin as he dragged the leg over his lap. Finally, his neck untensed, kissing you mercilessly as you settled on his lap, each knee on the side of his thighs. Your hands found their place on his shoulders, feeling the cotton material of his shirt under your fingertips. His grip in your hair faltered, both hands moving down to your thighs, carresinh the burning skin and feeling the goosebumps pricking his hyperaware touch.

Jake kissed you messily, tongue prodding at your parted and tired lips, carresing your slow warm muscle as you struggled to get into a rhythm with his expert moves. You moaned in annoyance and neediness, thighs quivering under his palms, the innerside trickling with your wetness, the air hitting your pulsing core.

Jake pulled back slightly, eyes opening just merrily. You chased his lips, a smirk on his own as he pulled back teasingly making you whine. He squeezed your bare hips, eyes going down your chest.

And it stayed stuck there.

He kneaded your hips, his teeth already catching his bottom lip. His gaze was stuck to the way your nipple still stood erect, the bra cup pushing your flesh up as it dug under it. He dug his head lower, eyes flicking up to you before his mouth engulfed your breast. You gasped at the unfamiliar warmth around your areola, your chest jutting out at instinct.

Jake's hard lenght rested low on his abdomen, hard and pulsing against his shirt, right between you two. Jake's tongue circled your nipple, flicking it rapidly with his tongue before sucking on it again.

Your eyes never left the way he assaulted your sensitive peak, pants leaving your mouth, fingers cramping against his shoulders. His saliva coated your bare breasts, his tongue gliding against it, teasing the bud as he balanced the tip of his tongue on it. His eyes closed in delight, his other hand coming up to unclip the bra on your back. And he did it at the first try, the pressure around your ribcage and chest releasing as he pulled it off of you, mouth attached to your swollen tit as he threw it over his shoulder. He moaned, hand coming up to massage the other one, rolling your nipple between his slender fingers.

"Fuck doll..." He pulled away just merilly to take in the full picture of your tits at his mercy. Swollen. Begging to be sucked. His cock twitched, the small white pearl trickling down his lenght, drooling at the sight before him. He grasped both of your tits, pressing them together and watching the flesh collide. His tongue switching from one to the other, teasingly flicking and carresing. You could not utter a word, just silently staring in awe at the way he handled your tender body. Gasps and moan escaping you at the sinful actions you never thought about before, never knew would make your pussy throb so violently.

You shivered in his hold, hips moving helplessly against air — just searching for some minimal friction. "Could lick these tits for hours shit—" He left a slow kiss on each of your nipples, lips lingering for a second longer than necessary, as if savoring the way your body reacted to him. Your breath kept hitching in uneven pulls, chest rising and falling faster the longer he watched you unravel.

Jake leaned back just enough to take you in again.

Your bra was gone, tossed somewhere behind the couch, your chest flushed and sensitive under the warm light of the room. His hands were still wrapped around your tits, thumbs brushing slowly over your peaks like he couldn't quite stop touching you.

Your hips shifted again without meaning to, that restless desperation returning the moment he stopped paying direct attention to the heat building lower in your body. Jake noticed immediately. His eyes flicked downward, catching the movement. A quiet, amused huff escaped him. "Getting needy, huh?" He murmured.

Your cheeks flushed, but you didn't deny it this time. The high still floating through your body made it hard to hide anything — every sensation louder, every emotion closer to the surface. "Jake…" You breathed softly.

The sound of his name like that made his jaw tighten for a second. He leaned forward again, pressing another slow kiss against your chest before lifting his gaze back to yours. His eyes were glassy from the high, half-lidded and heavy, but the hunger in them hadn't faded at all.

"If I keep going like this." He muttered quietly, "I'm not gonna stop."

Your stomach flipped.

You didn't move away. Jake studied your face for a second longer, watching the way your lips parted slightly, the way you looked at him like you were waiting for whatever he decided to do next. That was all the answer he needed. A crooked smile tugged at his mouth, eyes flicking down to your hips, to the soft curls tempting him just inches away from his leaking cock. He bit his lip hard enough that his jaw flexed.

"Fuck, sweetie… I have to taste you. Now."

The words came out rough, almost desperate. The composure he'd been holding onto all night was cracking. The smoke in the room still present and still getting to the both of you. Before you could even process it, his hands were already on you.

Jake's grip slid around your hips, firm and impatient as he pulled you toward him. The sudden movement made you gasp, your hands instinctively landing on his shoulders for balance as the couch dipped beneath the two of you.

"Bout to rock your world ." He muttered, voice low and breathy, almost as a promise to himself. You gulped at his words, hands gripping onto him. There was nothing hesitant about the way he moved now. His hands guided you with a certainty that made your stomach twist, shifting you across the cushions until your bodies tangled together, you on top of his body as he layed on the couch.

You blinked, a nervous lump catching in your throat when you realized what he was doing. He pulled you in a brief deep kiss, you hands came up by his head supporting your weight. The sudden closeness made you gulp, your tits pressed against his chest, his heavy and wet cock against your stomach, your pussy drooling at just the simple feel of it. When he pulled back, his breathing was heavier now, chest rising and falling under you, hands moving form your waist to your ass, grasping and squeezing it as you moved against him from the strength. Your damp bush moved up his cock, the roughness of your hair made him hiss, eyes never leaving yours.

"Fuck… feel that? His voice dropped, rougher now, feeling your wet bush rub against him, feeling your folds drool as you went still ove him, letting him handle you." Soaked already.” He exhales through his teeth, eyes dark. "You've got no idea what you're doing to me, dont you?" Jake's grip on your hips tightened suddenly, pulling you closer against him. His eyes dragged slowly down your body before flicking back up to your face, darker now, breath heavier. His hand slid down your thigh, guiding you with a firm squeeze. "Move up a little."

You hesitated for half a second, nerves fluttering in your chest, but the way his fingers pressed insistently at your hips made you obey. You shifted on your knees and palms over him, your breath catching when his gaze followed every inch of the movement.

"Good girl." He muttered hoarsely. His hand slid to the back of your thigh, urging you higher. "C'mon… Get over me... Turn around first." He instructed quietly. You did, a little clumsily, trying not to overthink the way his eyes followed every movement. "Knees by my head, face my feet."

When you shifted again he helped position you, steady hands settling you where he wanted you. You tried to ignore the nervous flutter in your chest, awareness of his eyes over your most intimate part. Ignoring the way his hard leaking cock that you knew nothing about was right in front of your face.

"There you go." He murmured, eyes still going over your figure. Your hair slid over your shoulder as you glanced back at him nervously. Jake's gaze moved slowly over you, heat flickering through his expression as his eyes finally stopped on your heat. Your dripping and pulsing heat, damp hairs sticking to your lips due to the slimy arousal. One hand slid along your thigh, the other steady at your waist as he nudged you into place.

"Babydoll, fuuuck..." He whimpered, throwing his head back slightly against the cushion before raising it again. Your breathing had already started picking up again, chest rising and falling faster as he adjusted you more, the closeness between you suddenly overwhelming. The high still humming in your body made everything feel heavier — his hands warmer, the air thicker, your thoughts slower.

Jake exhaled sharply when you finally settled where he wanted you. "Yeah." He muttered under his breath. His fingers tightened slightly at your hips, pulling you just a little closer. "Going to eat you so good..."

You could feel the tension in him now, the way his body seemed restless with need. Even through the haze clouding his eyes, the hunger there was unmistakable.

Your stomach fluttered.

His hand slid slowly up your side, fingers brushing along your ribs before settling at your waist again. For a second he just looked at you — really looked — eyes moving over your flushed skin, your messy hair, the way your lips stayed slightly parted from your uneven breathing as you gazed at him over your bare shoulder.

"God." He muttered quietly.

Then he leaned down to your core, voice dropping low again as you could not see him anymore. "Use that pretty mouth too, would you, hm?"

And for the first time he let his tongue move all the way from your clit and up to your entrance. You shuddered at the new feeling, the tight muscle of his going right between your untouched folds, separating them so suddenly and deliberately. He hummed in delight, the feel of your slickness against his tongue and the contrast of your rough curls sent him going crazy. "Fuck..." He muttered, tongue back on you, circling your clit with the tense tip of his tongue, letting it roll and flick just right. You tried to catch your breath, tried to supress the sounds that threatened to escape you. Wanting nothing else but to please him too, your eyes darted to his hard cock, nervously thinking what to do, what would make him feel good. And when your felt Jake moan against you, his plump lips sucking at your bud you panted back, mouth agape as your hand went to wrap around him hastily. Your hand moved clumsily up and down his shaft, precum leaking with each tug you delivered. He moaned against you again, lips releasing your clit before moving up to your entrance, poking and circling it. You moaned, eyes going shut and mouth agape, your palm stroking him as you leaned all the way down to his tip.

Just as you were about to engulf his raging head, a high pitched moan erupted from your chest when his finger entered your hole, mouth moving down to your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, flicking his hungry tongue over the puffy bud that pulsed between his slick lips. "Ah—" Your hand slowed down around him, eyes going shut as your forehead dropped down briefly to his hip, searching for something to hold onto, to steady you. Your hips moved back instinctively, meeting his finger half-thrust and grinding against his suckling mouth. "You like me sucking your pussy clean, hm?" He pulled just an inch before his tongue flicked your clit, dancing around it with precision, his finger thrusting into your throbbing tight hole fast. Your hand stopped at the base of his big cock, head raising from his hip as your moaned desperately, other hand fisting his sweats.

"Fuck— Yes Daddy, yes!"

Words left your fuzzy mind without a thought, and Jake swore his heart stopped. His dick twitched. He growled against your heat in response, tongue lapping up your essence that seemed to never stop. "Yeah? You like daddy making you feel good?"

Your breath caught hard in your throat at his words, the nickname still echoing through your hazy mind like a spark to dry fuel as you hummed in response. Heat rushed through your body all at once, your fingers tightening around him where you held him at the base. For a second you almost forgot what you were doing entirely — hips trembling above him while his mouth worked against you with a hunger that made your head spin.

"C'mon princess. Don't get tired now..." He muttered against you, voice muffled and rough as his tongue dragged slowly over you again, making your thighs tense around his head. "Use that mouth too… yeah, just like that."

The command pulled you back into the moment.

Your hand began moving again, slowly at first, uncertain fingers sliding along his length while your lips finally lowered around the heated tip you'd been hovering over. The contact pulled a deep groan out of him instantly, the vibration of it sending another sharp shiver up your spine.

"Fuck…" He breathed, the word rumbling low against your skin. Your tongue moved shyly, copying what he instructed you earlier — small, curious movements, tasting the salty warmth there before your lips closed more firmly around him. Your hand followed the rhythm, sliding up and down as you tried to find a pace that felt right.

Jake's reaction was immediate. He moaned, hips bucking into your mouth and grip. His hand came down to your thigh, gripping it firmly while his finger curled inside you, thrusting a little deeper now. His mouth didn't leave you for more than a second at a time, tongue flicking and circling before sealing around your sensitive bud again with renewed focus.

"That's it…" He rasped, breath uneven now. "Look at you… learning so fast."

The praise made your stomach tighten.

You tried to keep moving for him, your mouth and hand working together clumsily but eagerly, and every small sound he made only made you want to do it better. His hips twitched beneath you, his fingers tightening slightly in your thigh while his tongue pressed harder, more deliberate now.

The rhythm between you both started to build without either of you saying it.

Your hips moved against his face helplessly, chasing the sensation each time his tongue found the exact spot that made your whole body jolt. His finger pushed in deeper, curling slightly as he felt you clench around him.

"Yeah… There you go." He murmured against you, voice low and breathless. "Feel that?"

You did.

The strange tight warmth in your stomach was back again, stronger this time — spreading through your body in waves that made it harder and harder to keep your movements steady. Your hand faltered around him for a moment, a muffled moan slipping from your throat when he pulled his finger out, vibrations around his tip sending his hips thrusting up.

Jake noticed instantly.

His arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you where he wanted you, holding you in place while his tongue moved faster, more focused now. His head moved against your pussy, eating you till he is breathless, till your essence dripped down onto his shirt, till his tongue glided against your hairy lips, sucking off the sticky mess.

Your mouth detached from him, a string of saliva snapping as you finally moaned, hand stopping all the movements over him. Your mouth went agape, eyes tight shut at the knot forming in the pit of your stomach. "I—I—Yes! Fuck!" You stuttered, crying out as you moved back against his face. He slurped you up furiously, moaning as he let your pussy drool all over his face.

Your body shuddered violently, everything seemed to shut down except him. Every nerve was alight as the heat coiled tighter and tighter in your core. Breath hitched and uneven, your chest rising and falling fast. Your hands clutched at the couch as your hips moved desperately back against him. The sensation of him beneath you, relentless and unyielding, was too much, too exquisite, and your mind could not hold back any longer.

"D—Daddy... Oh fuck!" You cried, voice breaking. Jake stiffened under you at your voice, eyes closing for a moment as he savored the sound. The nickname slipped out so naturally, so needy, it pulled a low desperate groan from his chest as he didn't let up. His tongue sucked at your clit harshly, rolling it between his plump tired lips as his two fingers found your hole again. He felt your spasming entrance pull them in, sucking greedily.

He held you there, face pressed to your most sensitive spot, tongue circling and flicking, his fingers pumping into you just enough to tease you, guiding the waves of release that kept crushing through you. Your nails dug into his sides now, pressing into his covered thighs. He hissed against you at it, his own breathing raged and desperate.

"That's it, doll... That's it." He rasped, voice low and commanding. "Feel that... Feel how good you are for me." Your high body trembled, hips jerking lightly as your climax ripped through you. Your hair stuck to your sweaty face, sticky and wild, your throat hoarse as you shivered over him. His grip on your thighs faltered, now digging into your hip as he guided you over his mouth that moved around your bud with sharp and teasing precision, keeping you riding the aftermath of your high. "So perfect, babydoll... Look at you, shaking for me." He murmured, voice rough and vibrating against your swollen pussy, his fingers pumping into you mercilessly.

Your thighs felt like jelly, shivering and trembling with each feel of his warmth against you. Your chest heavied, against his pelvis, arms shaky by his sides. Every whispered words from him sent shivers down your spine, making you arch instinctively, chasing the lingering waves of pleasure and not wanting this to end. You sobbed, vision blurry as you still grinded against his savage fingers. "Please please please— I don't want it to stop please Daddy!" You cried out, hands fisting his sweats as the pleasure started subduing, slowly being replaced by the sensitivity you never felt before.

Jake's hummed under you, feeling your weight on top of his burning body as his fingers assaulted your heat. Your gaping hole fluttered when he pulled them out, making you twitch under his eyes as he smacked your thigh. Hard. A red harsh print rising fast on your sweaty skin as the smack resonanted the room. And you jolted from it. "C'mon... Bend over the couch f'me."

You hummed in affirmation, nodding to yourself as you crawled away from him, your body tender and limp, but still the hunger kept you tethered. You grabbed the back of the couch ignoring the uncomfortable sensitivity between your slick thighs as they quivered. Your knees deeped into the cushion, your arms resting over the back rest as you positioned yourself. Slightly leaned over. Knees apart. Lower back arched.

Just the way you thought is supposed to be.

Jake was quick to eye your position, going over your side and curves. You turned your head to the side to look at him. Ruined. You were ruined. Jake hummed in delight, gaze dancing over your face as he pushed himself up. "Little girl is learning fast, hm?" His hands grabbed the hem of his shirt as he was up on his feet, moving right behind you. "Are you that eager for a cock?" He taunted, shirt on the floor by his feet as he let his knees dip into the couch bezween your apart calves. You gulped, still trying to collect yourself, to steady. The only sign of presence form him was the dipped couch right by your legs, the suffocating warmth from the proximity behind you and now his arms that came into your vision, grabbing onto the same cushion right by your own trembling hands. He moved closer, breath fanning your ear, his cock slightly brushing your ass and you froze. "Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?" His voice was low, seductive.

Jake placed a tender kiss on your shoulder, the place burning and aching. "Let me use your little virgin cunt? Hm?" He grinded his hips right on you, letting it glide between your tender asscheeks. He felt you move back against it, a whimper following. He chuckled darkly, one of his hands moving down around his cock, grasping it and leading it to your leaking folds.

"Shit baby..." His gaze was stuck to your messy heat. Tip grazing against rough hairs as they caressed his raging head. He hissed, dragging it against the slimy and sticky mess. You gasped when he dived into your slit, dragging the tip up and down your fold, separating them and watching the way they closed around his pulsing dick. He groaned when he felt your bud against his shaft, grinding and thrusting right through your mess. You shook under Jake, letting him play with you as he pleased, as he and only he wanted.

"You are going to take this dick, right sweetie?"

No answer, just a sharp inhale when his tip caught onto your clit before moving up to your entrance, tapping against your clenching hole.

"Words, pretty... I need words."

"Y—Yes..." He put a slight pressure against your gaping slit. You gasped. "Yes what?" He asked cockily, right by your ear. You closed your eyes as you inhaled sharply again, trying to form a proper sentence and ignore the way he was shallowly pressing against your pussy, trying to get the filthy words out of you.

"I-I'm going to take it..."

Jake's brows furrowed, teasingly thinking about it with a smirk tugging at his lips. He pushed the tip in with no warning and you stiffened. "Hmmm, I dont think I like that. Let's rephrase it, shall we?" He slammed in, knocking the air out of your lungs with the sudden stretch and fullness. You gripped the backrest, a sob escaping you. Too full. It was too much. Your nails dug into the cushion, bracing for more. The pain was sudden when he glided in with a sharp thrust. He stayed still, breath still fanning your cheek. "I'm going to take daddy's cock like a good little girl, say it." He bottomed out, feeling your walls relax around him before he thrusted in again. His now free hand came up to your hair, tangling into the roots as it stayed there. "I—I'm going to take daddy' s cock like a good little girl!" You sobbed out, tears threatening to drop down your hot face. He pulled back again, hips slamming against your ass hard, sending you jolting against the couch.

"Good girl...." He cooed, jutting his bottom lip out as he breathed over your ear. "See? It wasn't that hard." He started thrusting, catching the rhythm and feeling you tremble with each drag of his heavy cock against your soft velvety walls. You bit your lip, eyes tight shut as a tear rolled down your cheek. You were gripping the back rest for dear life, his hips smacking and dick dragging in and out of you made you dizzy.

When suddenly, the uncomfortable thrusting, the uncomfortable stretch started melting into something else. Your mouth opened, focusing on your breathing as you relaxed against him. Jake felt that, felt your walls relax and take him in without resistance. "That's it..." He murmured. "Take it all." His grip tightened in your hair, hips speeding up. A broken low moan escape your parted lips when he pistoned into. Your gummy walls taking him in, sucking so invitingly. Your brows furrowed, the tears drying on your warm cheeks as you let him abuse your tight cunt.

Jake delivered a kiss to your shoulder, tongue flicking your ear as he panted, chasing the friction that seemed to only dissolve with your wetness that seeped out of you. The sounds were obscene, echoing together with the forgotten low music in the background, your pants and sobs replacing it.

"So fucking tight." He groaned when he felt you squeeze him. His fingers flexed in your hair, pushing your head lower, bending your body to his will as he straightened his back, eyes moving down to the way you took him. The new slightly different angle made you moan, hips moving to meet his. Your forehead on the couch, arms dangling in front of you as he pressed harder and harder into you. The smacking sounds were filthy, your moans and his pants mixed in a spiral of frenzied hunger.

"Please please please." You uttered out, the now familiar knot forming again at the pit of your abdomen, the third orgasm on its way as the sensitivity was long forgotten. Jake's eyes moved over your back, over your hips that moved with each plunge of his into your pussy that took him so good. His cock throbbed, begging for a release. But Jake licked his lips, eyes stuck to your essence sticking to his pelvis and the base of his cock and he groaned, pulling out hastily.

"I have to fucking taste you again." He spoke through gritted teeth at your gasp of surprise at the sudden emptiness. He lowered down, his grip on the couch and your hair moving down to your hips as he was down face to face with your wetness. You raised your head, glancing over your shoulder in confusion, trying to catch your breath.

His tongue ran through your folds impatiently, moaning at your mixed arousals at it ooze out of your used hole. Fucking tainted cunt that was his to use for the first time. His to make it filthy and ruined.

You moaned, hand blindly reached behind you, finding his hair as you gripped it. "So good! Please don't stop!" You moaned out, feeling his thumbs coming to spread your lips, revealing the tender flesh that begged for his mouth. And he attached to you again, sucking and rolling your bud aggressively before moving up to your hole, thrusting his tongue repeatedly, feeling you fall apart and melt into the couch.

He pulled away, just enough to spit onto you, saliva attaching and dripping as it mixed with your slimy mess. It dripped right from your hole and moved your throbbing clit. It dipped right into your dark hair.

Jake inhaled sharply, watching it stick to the ruined, harsh hairs and before he could stop himself his tongue dived into your bush, his nose bumping at your sore bundle of nerves. He dragged his tongue around your puffy hair, moaning as he felt it scratch his hot muscle just right, feeling it graze his plump lips. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath, his hand coming down to stroke his abandoned cock furiously, tugging it fast as he raised himself again on his feet, knees back on their old position against the couch as he entered you again.

He moaned at the feel together with your desperate whine at the intrusion. Feeling him fill every space behind you. No words were exchanged as he started thrusting into you furiously, chasing his high. You squirmed under him, soft moans leaving your parted lips as he ravished you. His breath hitched as your body trembled beneath him, the warmth and closeness making his head spin. For a moment he just held you there, chest pressed against your back, his hands gripping your hips as he moved with a restless, impatient rhythm. The couch creaked faintly beneath you both, the room filled with nothing but uneven breathing and the quiet sounds of movement.

Your fingers curled into the fabric beneath you, trying to steady yourself as the sensation kept building again, softer this time but just as overwhelming. The haze from earlier still clung to your thoughts, making everything feel slower, warmer, more intense. Jake noticed immediately, a quiet groan slipped from him as he pulled you a little closer against him, his grip tightening slightly on your waist.

Jake let out a rough breath, his grip tightening on your hips as he held you exactly where he wanted you. The desperation in him was obvious now — no more restraint, no careful teasing. Just raw hunger.

"God… Listen to you." He muttered near your ear, voice hoarse and low. "All those pretty sounds and you think I'm gonna go easy on you?"

Your breath caught at the tone alone.

He leaned closer, chest pressing harder into your back, the warmth of him wrapping around you as his movements grew more impatient again. A quiet whine escaped you, and that only seemed to make him worse.

Jake let out a dark chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin as his fingers tightened slightly at your waist, keeping you from slipping away from him. "Yeah, that's it… keep making those noises." He murmured. "You've got no idea what that does to me."

Your head tipped forward, breath uneven, fingers gripping the backrest at the feel of his cock reaching deeper than ever. "" Don’t hide from me."He said, voice suddenly sharper, more commanding. One hand slid up your side, guiding your jaw to face him over your shoulder so he could see your face again. "I want to see you when you feel it."

Your eyes flicked to his, dazed and glassy. Jake groaned quietly at the sight the other hand coming between your legs to rub your clit "Fuck… There she is." He breathed, fingers speeding up against your puffy bud. "All worked up and looking at me like that."

His thumb brushed along your jaw for a second before his hand dropped back to your hip, pulling you closer again. You whimpered, your head overwhelmed with all the stimulation that you are left just breathing harshly. "You're trouble, you know that?" He muttered, breath hot against your neck, fingers never faltering against your clit as you felt the knot grow tight, at the bring f exploding. "Walking around acting all innocent, and then look what you do to me."

You shifted helplessly against him, hips trying to run from his merciless hand but was only met with his cock that plunged into you angrily, pulsing inside of you. Your breath broke into a shaky cry as the pressure inside you tightened impossibly, every nerve screaming with the intensity of it. Jake felt it — the way your body started trembling against him, the way your hips faltered as if you didn't know whether to pull away or chase the feeling harder.

"Yeah cum on my cock, sweetie. " He rasped against your ear, voice thick and dark. His arm wrapped tighter around your waist, holding you right where you were when you tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation. "You feel that, huh? Been building this whole time."

You whimpered, fingers clutching blindly at his forearm, your body shaking harder with every second. He chuckled darkly against your skin, his hips fucking you into the oblivious, fingers playing with your sensitive clit. "Jake! Jake fuck!"

"Fuck…" He breathed, the sound almost a growl as he felt you come apart against him. His grip tightened on you, holding you steady while your body trembled through it, your breath coming out in broken gasps. "That's it." He murmured, voice suddenly softer but still thick with hunger. "Good girl… such a good girl."

Your nails dug into his arm as the aftershocks kept rippling through you, your body weak and shaking in his hold. Jake pressed his forehead briefly to the side of your head, his breathing just as ragged now.

"This little pussy is sucking me in so good..." He muttered hoarsely, fingers against your twitching clit stopping as he focused on the way your spasming walls took him. "Going to fucking breed you... Let everyone know you let me in your tight virgin pussy." He sped up his thrusts, the pace making you grip the couch tighter, closing your eyes as you endured. You moaned, his words sending small waves of pleasure through you. "You want that, hm?" You nodded quickly, breathing unstable and fast as spoke through gritted teeth, when the sudden tightness burst and he moaned. His cock shot ropes of white right into you, coating your walls as it pulsed. Jake's thrust slowed gradually, letting the last drops leave his throbbing lenght.

Jake's breath left him in a long, ragged exhale as the last of the tension drained from his body. For a moment he stayed exactly like that behind you, forehead resting against your shoulder, both of you breathing hard in the quiet room. The haze from earlier still clung to everything — the music faint somewhere in the background, the warmth of your bodies pressed together, the slow return of your senses after everything that had just happened. His hand slid lazily over your hip, squeezing once before he finally pulled out. His cock drained and your pussy glistening and pulsing.

You felt the movement and let out a soft, exhausted whine, your arms still braced against the couch as you tried to steady your breathing. Jake chuckled quietly behind you at the sound, the low rumble of it warm against your skin.

"Easy…" He murmured.

He shifted again, slowly pulling away and helping you sit back properly against the cushions. For a second neither of you spoke. You just sat there catching your breath, hair messy, lips parted, your body still trembling faintly from the aftershocks. The sudden uncomfortable leak of fluid from your hole made you hiss, eyes dropping between your thighs as you slightly spread them.

Jake ran a hand through his hair, letting out another breath before glancing over at you. "Hey." He said quietly, nudging your knee with his. "Look at me."

Your eyes lifted to his, still a little dazed. His expression softened slightly when he saw you like that — flushed, shy again now that the intensity had faded. "I'll grab you a Plan B later." He said, voice calmer now, almost casual despite everything that had just happened. "Just to be safe." You blinked at him, the seriousness of it cutting through the fog in your head. Then you nodded slowly, still quite not grasping the situation and everything that happened.

Jake leaned back into the couch with a tired sigh, throwing an arm across his eyes, breathing hard. "Jesus." He muttered with a crooked smile, everything coming to him in a flash. The weight falling on his shoulders he didn't expect it to. "Didn't expect tonight to go like that." Before you could answer, a sudden knock echoed from the front door.

Both of you froze.

Another knock followed, louder this time. Jake's head turned slowly toward the hallway, brows lifting slightly. "Uh…" He muttered under his breath. From outside the door, a familiar voice called out.

"Hello? Jake? Is she here?"

Your stomach dropped instantly.

Your mom.

Jake snapped his head toward you, eyes going over your naked figure before he tucked himself in his briefs, raising the sweats back over his hips. He grabbed the shirt from the floor and put it on before he spoke with a commanding and controlled voice, no sight of any panic.

"Get dressed. Quickly."

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! 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!