you'll always be my blue valentine ᢉ𐭩

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.”

you raised an eyebrow and immediately shot up in your bed. your roommate was out, your friends never knocked, and nobody else really had a reason to just stop by.

you walked over, unlocking the door without thinking.

“you?”

he stood there clutching the straps of his backpack so tightly his knuckles had gone white. he looked like a schoolboy, anxious for his first day of class. the moment your eyes met, his dropped to the floor almost instantly.

he was somehow even cuter than you remembered.

there was something attractively boyish about him. his soft features and hesitant movements, like he still wasn't entirely sure he was allowed to even exist near you despite literally having been inside you before. even now, after finally working up the courage to come see you, he looked one awkward sentence away from turning around and running back to his room.

“hi,” he mumbled, ears already turning pink.

“…hi, euijoo.”

awkward silence. he swallowed, and began, “i, um…” then another silence.

you leaned against the doorframe, folding your arms with the smallest grin tugging at your lips, “you came all the way over here just to say hi?”

“n-no.”

“okay.”

“…”

“…”

“well?”

he let out the tiniest sigh, like he’d been rehearsing this for hours.

“i…” he started, only to stop himself. he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly struggling to spit it out, “...i’ve been thinking about what you said.”

“which part?”

“t-that it wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. i didn’t know if you meant it.” his grip tightened on his backpack straps again before he added, “because i… i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

he finally managed to look up, cheeks burning so brightly you were impressed he’d made it through the sentence at all.

there was that painfully sincere honesty again.

he’d spent days working up the courage just to knock on your door because he wanted to see you again. you couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at you with that much hope over something you’d mentioned so casually.

you didn't answer, but instead, a grin slowly spread across your face.

his heart immediately started racing. "...w-what? did i misread this? sorry, i know i probably shouldn’t have come–”

you reached forward before he could overthink it, fingers grabbing his shirt by the collar. his breath hitched and before he knew it, you were tugging him forward with surprising ease, like he was made of jelly. his shoes stumbled across the threshold as you pulled him into your room.

"wait–"

the door swung shut behind him and you locked it without a second thought.

you were standing impossibly close. his eyes were wide and bright. it was sweet and addicting, watching how his pupils blew up when he looked at you.

"...you really thought i'd say that just to change my mind? just to, what, give you false hope?" you asked, amusement dancing in your voice.

he could only stare. his cheeks were already turning pink.

"...n-no."

"good." the corner of your mouth curled into a satisfied smile as you looked up at him, "because i really do wanna fuck you again.. i could do it right now.”

his throat bobbed as he swallowed back his nerves. all he could manage was to nod quickly.

you laughed quietly, tilting your head, "so is that a yes, you wanna fuck right now or..?"

“yes! i do. right now. o-only if you’re okay with it…” he tossed his backpack on the floor in a hurry, books spilling out onto the floor. then, he looked at you expectantly like he needed you to take the lead, which you gladly did. you closed the remaining distance between you, standing on your tiptoes.

and after that time… well. he’d kept coming back.

it hadn’t been a one time thing. not at all. in fact, it was more like a once a day thing.

a routine flourished. euijoo would show up when your roommate left for her afternoon lab, which gave you two at least three hours alone (god bless the stem majors for your generous contributions). you'd leave the door unlocked and he’d learned to let himself in. you’d even given him a designated hook for his backpack, since he came straight from the library, like you were the reward for all that studying.

you’d essentially corrupted sweet juju.

you’d molded him in the palm of your hands and turned this mushy, untouched boy into a pussydrunk man whose only goal was to make you feel good. he’d only ever learned how to please you. it was like building your own personal sex toy, programming it to satisfy any lewd act you wanted, customizing it to your liking. it was honestly kind of fucked up how much you loved this.

not only that, you watched him figure out what he liked in real time. every so often he’d bring a new question or request, usually about something he'd never been brave enough to admit he'd been curious about before, even to himself.

he'd ask so cautiously, round cheeks burning the entire time, like he was just waiting for you to laugh at him.

“could we maybe try, uh i think it was called reverse cowgirl?”

“is it weird if i want you to suck my finger while we do it? its probably weird isn’t it…?”

“i heard about anal online, but i don’t know if people actually do that.”

you couldn’t believe he had all of this in his dirty little mind all this time. it was like a checklist, the way you helped fulfill every burning fantasy he’d only ever dreamed of.

but the best part of it all was watching him change.

the painfully shy boy who could barely look you in the eye the first time he'd knocked on your door ever so slowly started warming up to you. little by little, he stopped second-guessing every word that came out of his mouth. he stopped apologizing quite so much. he even started working up the confidence to surprise you every now and then.

he was getting concerningly good at this whole sex thing. honestly, it was hard to believe he was a virgin not that long ago, especially considering that his sex drive seemed to be completely insatiable.

your roommate had just left for her lab, oblivious to what sinful acts were about to happen on the futon or desk or even in the mirror. a familiar flutter blossomed in your chest as you watched the door, waiting for him to walk through it next.

he’d probably show up at your door, boner already poking through his sweatpants, a wet patch on the front, eyes big and pleading for you to please suck it. or maybe he’d start out innocent today, kissing you first thing when he stepped in the room and spending way too long on foreplay before he made sweet, sweet, whiny love to you.

the endless possibilities with him always excited you. just thinking about it was already making you wet and achy between your thighs.

you reached for your phone to ask how much longer he’d be, but there was already a text waiting for you on the screen from two minutes ago.

juju: i’m really sorry, i have a biochem midterm tomorrow and i don’t think i can come over today. i really need to study :<

you stared at the screen. fuck.

you rolled onto your back with an exaggerated groan, tossing your phone onto the pillow beside you.

he'd chosen studying over you. the nerve!

a few seconds later, your phone buzzed again.

juju: i'm sorryyyy

juju: can i make it up to you after my exam?

your annoyance lasted all of three seconds, then a grin slowly spread across your face.

if he wasn't coming to you… well.

there was nothing stopping you from going to him.

𖥻

you never realized the campus library was so obnoxiously big. you'd only ever really stepped foot in it during finals week, usually to pretend to study for an hour before inevitably getting distracted and leaving for coffee.

euijoo, on the other hand, practically lived there.

you pushed through the front doors, immediately greeted by the smell of old books and coffee.

"...how the hell am i gonna find him in here?" you muttered to yourself, looking through the maze of shelves and tables.

first floor. nothing.

second floor. still nothing.

you wandered through rows of shelves, peeking into study rooms and around corners, getting judgmental glances from students you'd accidentally distracted.

then– you sighed dramatically. of course he'd choose the one spot you'd forgot to check: at the top floor, tucked all the way into the back corner, nearly hidden behind a row of towering bookshelves, sat one very sexy nerd.

there he was. headphones on. a steaming mug of tea beside him. blissfully unaware of what was about to happen to him.

the afternoon light was peeking through the blinds, settling on him like warm honey. his eyebrows were knit together in concentration as his eyes darted between his textbook and his notebook.

god, what a dork. you couldn't help but smile.

you quietly walked around the table until you were standing beside him. he didn't notice. you waved a hand in front of his face. still nothing; he was focused like his life depended on it.

rolling your eyes, you reached over and gently tapped the top of his headphones.

he startled, immediately pulling one side off his ear before looking up. his eyes widened, but then, despite himself, he smiled softly.

"oh! hey," he said.

you crossed your arms, "seriously?"

his smile faded into immediate concern, "...huh?"

"organic chemistry?"

he blinked. "...what’s wrong with it?"

"you're choosing organic chemistry over me?"

"i-it's not that–"

"euijoo." you gestured at the mountain of textbooks surrounding him. "you classically conditioned me into being horny at this exact time every day. its mean to just leave me high and dry like that."

a tiny laugh escaped him before he could stop it, "sorry. after tomorrow, i’ll do anything you want me to do.”

that piqued your interested, “anything? like letting me do… this?”

you swung your leg over his thighs and straddled his lap, arms resting on his broad shoulders. your smile grew as you looked down at him, since he was already freaking out.

“a-after tomorrow! after tomorrow, i will. anything you want,” he told you, eyes glancing around nervously to make sure no one was near to see.

“aw, not today? but i’m so horny,” you leaned forward, slithering your hands up to cup his neck in between your fingers. your lips ghosted his as you said, “come on, i need this, juju.. need your big cock inside me.”

he looked like he could’ve cum in his pants right then and there. you could tell his brain was fighting with his dick, but in the end, he was only human.

he pressed his lips to your neck and began to suck.

“that’s what i thought,” you giggled, rolling your hips back and forth on his thigh, “you just can’t say no to me can you?”

he shook his head for no, nose nuzzling your skin. it was true; he was completely and utterly wrapped around your finger, just how you liked it.

you reached down and slid your palm across his already growing bulge, warm and almost hard under your hand.

his eyes shot open as he sucked in a breath, like a mix of pleasure and shock hit him at once. his hands quickly grab your wrist, trying to stop you from going further, because if you did? he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself.

he whispers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “we’re in a library… we can’t.”

you rolled your eyes, “fucking in the middle of the dorm kitchen wasn’t exactly private either, so what makes this different?”

“i-its so quiet in here. what if–”

“stop being a pussy,” you cut him off, grabbing his chin, “you were the one just had to keep studying even though you already had plans. that’s not very nice is it?”

you reached into your purse, fishing around for something. he watched you with big eyes.

you finally pulled out your bullet vibrator. it was small and compact and perfect for situations like this.

“what is that…? no, wait—“ euijoo’s expression was priceless. you loved how innocent he looked, so easy to toy with.

“since you want to study in the library so bad, go ahead. let’s see how quiet you can be,” you told him, sliding the vibrator into his shorts. you rested it on the underside of his semi-hard cock where you knew it was most sensitive, securing it in place by his underwear. you hadn’t turned it on yet, and watching him squirm in anticipation was already so delicious.

“p-please,” he softly begged, “this isn’t a good idea, i’m gonna—“

“then maybe you should’ve come to my room like you were supposed to. but no. you were being selfish,” you told him, “prove to me that you can be good, okay?”

you clicked the button on and he immediately jerked his hips forward. the tiniest moan escaped his mouth and he had to chew on his lip to stop any more sounds from coming out.

you lifted off his lap and into the chair beside him, propping your head on your hands and watching him intently. this was the best entertainment you’d had in a while: sweet, helpless euijoo trying so fucking hard not to make a sound but he feels so good, bucking his hips into nothing.

“i’m sorry,” he murmured, grabbing the table in front of him. his hands were trembling. you could see his dick in his shorts at full length now, rock solid and twitching against the tight fabric. “i s-should’ve done what i was supposed to.. please just-“

“shhh,” you ran a hand through his silky hair, “don’t you wish you listened now? you look so fucking pathetic like that.”

euijoo dropped his head. he looked like his whole body was tensing. his hips kept jerking wildly, unable to keep still like the sensation was just too much.

“i wish i listened,” he said, breath strained, then looked up into your eyes. he looked so lovely like this, so easy to corrupt and control. “i wish i could touch you right now.”

“poor thing. you had your chance but you didn’t take it. you’re so dumb.” you hummed, and softly cupped his cheek just to taunt him. he leaned his head onto your hand, letting his eyes flutter shut, peppering small kisses across your fingers.

euijoo was getting closer. it wasn’t hard to tell. he couldn’t contain himself anymore. tiny whimpers fell from his lips in a slow stream. he was breathing heavily, so embarrassed at how much he was giving in.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i was selfish,” he panted. his sounds got a little bit louder, and more strained like he was losing it.

“i like watching you like this,” you tell him. “almost feel bad for you.”

euijoo buries his face into your shoulder. you feel his warm breath on your skin like he’s melting into you.

he moaned into your shoulder, trying to muffle the sound. he couldn’t help himself if he tried. he’s almost there. you ran your fingers through your hair and indulged in the rest of the show.

you whispered in his ear, “i’ll forgive you if you cum.”

“i-i won’t do it again— i’m… gonna come.. for you.”

euijoo gasped. his whole body stiffened as his climax took over. you could see his back muscles flex through his t-shirt. he just looked so pretty.

a wet patch of fabric grew on the front of his shorts, thick, hot cum staining it. while he was still shaking, you reached and turned off the small vibrator through his shorts, deciding he’d had enough for now.

he looked up at you slowly, as if he was going to seek your approval. you scoffed happily.

“do you forgive me?” euijoo asked sweetly.

you nodded, and leaned forward to kiss his forehead, “mhm. you learned your lesson, didn’t you?”

“yes.” he answered immediately. “it won’t happen again.”

you raised an eyebrow. “good.”

there was a tiny pause before he spoke again. “can we go back to the dorm now?”

the hopeful look on his face made you laugh.

“sure.”

that was apparently all he needed to hear.

he immediately started packing up, closing his textbook, haphazardly sliding color-coded notes into a folder. he looked rushed.

you leaned against the table, watching him with an amused smile.

“slow down. we have all day.”

“s-sorry.”

he still hurried anyway.

once his backpack was finally zipped shut and a zip-up was tied around his waist to cover the cum stain, he slung it over both shoulders and instinctively looked toward you, waiting.

“ready?” you asked.

he nodded, “mhm.”

the two of you left the secluded corner together, weaving through rows of bookshelves in comfortable silence.

every time you glanced beside you, his eyes were already on you.

you nudged his shoulder as you stepped outside, “you’re staring.”

his eyes immediately widened, “i-i wasn’t—“

“yes, you were.”

his ears turned pink, “maybe a little.”

you grinned, “you’re such a loser.”

“i know.” there wasn’t even a hint of offense in his voice. if anything, he sounded oddly pleased that you’d said it.

“i’m only a loser for you.” he added.

“oh, shut up,” you shook your head, smiling to yourself as the two of you started the walk back toward the dorms.

it was becoming increasingly obvious that, somewhere along the way, you’d occupied far more of euijoo’s thoughts than either of you had ever planned.

© scentofjoo , 2026

the day was here; you were finally moving into your own apartment. you had dreamed of one day moving out of your parents house and into your own space. when you moved into the dorms you finally got a taste of that freedom , but even that wasn’t enough for you — so for your last year at college with money saved up from your job and help from your parents , you were able to move into your own apartment and you couldn’t be happier.

you might’ve been too excited because between signing your lease and the week leading up to the big move you completely forgot a key factor — the damn elevator was broken , and wouldn’t be fixed until the week after your move in. you tried your best to find people , but what could you offer anyone? after the expenses of apartment and decorating you were broke; so you were left with the next best things. doing it yourself.

you thought living on the third floor was the best thing that could happen — that was before you had to carry a box of books , after that you believed it was the stupidest thing you could ever think of.

once you got the last box to the front of your new apartment all the bad thoughts disappeared ; sitting on a box , your head drooped in your hands. “just a quick break.” you huffed , arms and legs burning from the many trips you took up and down the steps; you weren’t going to the gym for a while after this.

“this is so pretty.”

hearing the voice of a child had you looking; being met with the cutest little girl with pigtails , digging through an open box of yours , full of stuffed animals you were unable to part with during your move to the dorm your first year of college. “hello.”

her toothless smile , cheeks chubby; she was adorable; you almost forgot she was going through your box , currently holding your stuffed bunny. “hi.”

her sweet voice holding the toy. “is this yours?” she asked. “i have one like this in my room but it’s pink.”

“that’s the cool , you’re just the cutest thing , do your parents know you’re out here?” the door to the stairwell opened , an older man emerged from it — a very attractive man , who was walking your way.

“daddy!” the little girl ran into his arms , he smiled picking her up laughing.

“when i said you could go a head , i meant wait by the door , where’d you get this?” he carried the girl in his arms as he approached you , now he was holding your stuffed bunny. “i’m assuming this is yours.”

“thank you.” you quickly took the toy from his hands , throwing it into the box with the others. “it’s stupid but i can’t seem the part with them.”

“i don’t think it’s stupid at all , i think we should all keep a piece of our childhood with us.” he looked at you , it felt like he was inspecting you — suddenly feeling small , you shifted on your feet. “although it doesn't look like your childhood was that long ago.”

“i’m 23.” you spoke , he nodded. “so i was right.”

he looked at the boxes blocking his door , back to you. “did the movers not help you move your stuff into your apartment?”

“i’m so sorry.” you finally realized , your face heated up as you raced to pick up a box. “this is so embarrassing.” he sat the girl down , reaching for a box.

“there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” he said , holding the box of books in his hands.

“it’s just that the movers wanted an extra 200 dollars , and definitely didn’t have it.” you cringed, spreading your business to a stranger — moving was more stressful than you planned.

“i figured that out , the movers were idiots for not helping you , they should’ve known a young girl like you didn’t have it.” before you could say anything he was speaking again. “let me help you.”

“oh it’s okay, i got , i really don’t want to take away time with your daughter.”

he shook his head. “i’m sure she’ll be fine for a few minutes , she’s pretty occupied anyway.” the girl was once again in your stuffy box , shifting through all the toys. “it’s the least i could do in return for you being so nice to my aiko , the lady down the hall would've yelled at her by now.”

still holding the box , he held his other hand out. “you first.” you nodded , taking the box into your apartment. “i’m kei by the way.”

the two of you spent the next ten minutes bringing boxes into your apartment , you moved aiko into your apartment for the time being , letting her play with the stuffies while you brought the stuff in. “this is the last one.”

he sat the box down on the kitchen table , his button up sleeves rolled up his forearms , the first two buttons down , along with his tie. his hair was messy and there was sweat forming around his neck — you felt like a pervert , this stranger offering to help you , and here you are thinking inappropriate thoughts about him.

“oh thank you so much.” shaking the thoughts from your mind , he was at least 13 years older than you , and his child was sitting no more than 10 feet away from you playing with your childhood toys. “i don’t know what i would’ve done without your help.”

he nodded , pushing his glasses up on his face. “i remember getting my first apartment.” he said. “i was just as excited as you were , of course that was a long time ago.”

“you speak like you’re 50 years old, you know that?“ he let out a laugh , running his hands through his hair. “i told you im 23 , you can’t be that older than me.”

“im 35 , so yes 23 was a long time in my eyes,” he said , his eyes studying you like before; a pit forming in your stomach as he spoke , his soft spoken voice; probably what he picked up from talking to his daughter. “you’re young and you have a lot of freedom , but you’ll learn.”

“why does it feel like i’m talking to my dad?”

he laughed, shaking his head. “your dads a smart man, i’m sure.”

he bent down to his daughter's height. “it’s time for us to go.” the girl pouted , holding the bunny in her hand. “time to give yn her bunny back.”

“what can i do to thank you?” you asked. “i know you said i don’t have to but i feel bad that i don’t have any cash , or anything.”

he picked the girl up , standing straight. “just no loud parties late at night , the last neighbor did that and it was so hard to get mei to sleep.”

“i promise , don’t want to keep this cutie up all night.” you pinched her cheek , she giggled. “and once again , thank you so much for helping me.”

he nodded. “now come on mei , it’s about time you ate and got ready for bed.” you walked them to the door , he turned one last time giving you a wave before he walked over to his apartment , which you finally closed the door.

“i’m telling you ningning, he’s fine as fuck.” you unpacked a box putting the plates your mother bought for cheap into the cabinets with the rest of the dishes. “i mean model type fine , like he could be an idol.”

“yeah and how old was he?” she asked on the phone , listening to you go on about your neighbor.

“he thirty-five but he— he’s thirty-five with a 4 year old daughter.” she interrupted you about to defend yourself. “you two are in two different places right now.”

“how so?”

“uh well it could be he’s thirty-five, established job with a child , and you — well look at you , you got your own place yeah , you’re also eating ramyeon out a plastic cup and you’re about to pull and all nighter because you still have to unpack but you moved on a random wednesday and still have class so you have to study and you a shift at the cafe tomorrow.”

“okay so you do have a point.” she hummed in agreement. “but like i can still think about him though , like it’s nothing wrong with that is it?” you asked.

“as long as you remember the four year old he’s probably putting to bed right now as you thirst over him.”

“you’re just determined to ruin my night aren’t you?” you rolled your eyes. “so negative it’s not like i’m gonna seduce him.”

“exactly what i’m doing , as your best friend im here to knock you out of your delusions of already wanting to fuck you neighbor.”

she had a point , you were being extremely delusional , he was so busy with his life ; he probably didn’t need another distraction. “you’re right , he probably sees me as a kid anyway , i mean he saw the entire box of stuffies i own.” you said.

“see now you’re being smart.”

“okay im gonna go now , before you come up with a new way to call me dumb.” you ended the call , finishing your food so you could get some unpacking done — at least find the sheets to your bed so you can get some sleep.

the next day you could barely function throughout the day , the two hours of sleep that you got that night was like a slap to the face ; you could practically see your bed through your closed eyes as you sat at the bottom of the first floor steps — you couldn’t possibly do those stairs right now. “i don’t believe anyone in this building is inherently dangerous , however the man on the second floor will probably step on you purposely if you fall asleep here.”

looking up you were met with kei again , aiko standing right by his side , her face lighting up when she saw you. you quickly stood , you reeked of coffee and looked like you were hit by a bus. “long day?”

“is it that easy to tell?” you said , why does this man always seem to catch you in your worst moments. “these steps were gonna kill me if i immediately went up them.”

“well are you ready now?” he asked. “aiko you think we can help the pretty young lady up the steps?” you couldn’t help but smile hearing calling you pretty , the man had some sort of hold on you already. “let’s get her up to her apartment.” the three of you started up the stairs , aiko holding on to your arm , telling you about her day in kindergarten.

“wow aiko you must be just as tired as i am.” you reached the door to your floor , kei opened letting you both through , watching as you two walked to the end of the hall where your units were; you bent down to her level. “seems like you need to get some rest and get ready for another day tomorrow?”

“well first she needs to eat dinner , so she can grow big and strong right?” the little girl nodded.

“what about you?” kei asked , you stood up. “have you eaten dinner yet?” that cookie you snuck from the case was all you had eaten for lunch , not having time.

“i’ll probably just eat some ramen , i haven’t had time to go to market , i know i should’ve went after school and work but i seriously couldn’t be bothered.” he shook his head disappointingly.

“ramen is not a suitable meal for someone your age to consistently eat , it’s unhealthy.” he opened the door to his unit , holding his hand out. “come i’ll make you dinner.”

“oh i couldn’t- you can and you will.” he said , gesturing for you to walk in. “come on, be a good girl.” the way he said that , you could feel the warmth pooling in your lower belly , he waited with his arm out — completely forgetting what ningning told you , he was the one inviting you in , not the other way around. you stepped into the unit , he followed behind , closing the door behind.

aiko had already run off , leaving you standing in his living room watching him take off his suit jacket , his broad shoulders filling out his white button up shirt. “you can take a seat on the couch if you like , if you’d like something to drink, all i have is juice and water,” he said. “i don’t drink with aiko around.”

“oh juice is fine.” you said , he nodded walking into the kitchen , you followed behind. the apartment was surprisingly clean despite having a four year old running around. “your house is nice.”

“seems like a girl lives here.”

he laughed , opening the fridge. “well a girl does live here , but if i let her decorate the apartment it would be full of photos of bunnies and the walls would be bubble gum pink.” he poured you a cup of orange juice. “if you’re implying a mystery girlfriend , then you would be wrong , it’s been a while since i had a girlfriend running around here.”

“even aikos mom?”

your big mouth running before your brain again ; he just pushed his glasses up on his face. “me and aikos mom were broken up before she was born , she lives with me for the week and then goes to her mothers for the weekend.” he explained , leaning on the counter , maintaining eye contact with you. “aiko is the only girl in my life right now.”

right now; you definitely held on to that. “now how about i get dinner started , i told aiko i’d make her favorite tonkatsu with rice and miso soup.” he said, pulling ingredients from the fridge. “how does that sound?”

“really fucking good.” you covered your mouth , looking around for the little girl. “i’m sorry.”

“she can’t hear you once she gets to playing with those toys , but a pretty girl like you shouldn’t use such strong language.” he said , rolling his sleeves up , you shifted in your seat , watching him move around in the kitchen , cutting up cabbage and preparing the cutlets — why did everything he do turn you on? him washing rice sent shivers down your spine.

“i feel like a burden sitting here.” you stood up. “is there anyway i could help you? i can start frying the meat.” you said , but he just shook my his head.

“if i wanted you to cook for yourself , i would’ve sent you home.” he said. “but if you must do something , you can set out three plates,” he said.

with a silent head nod , you walked over to where he was standing , opening the cabinets to grab the plate , reaching above to grab them , standing on your tippy toes , your fingers barely ghosting over them. “i got you.”

you felt the heat from his body on you , one arm holding on the counter , the other reaching above your head; he wasn’t caging you in , but you also made no efforts into moving , he pulled the plates down , sitting them on the counter. “i told you ; you don’t have to do anything , just be a good girl , sir there and look pretty.”

now he was caging you between the sink and himself. there air felt more constricted and you couldn’t breathe properly , he smiled. “come on, breathe for me pretty , can’t have you passing out on me can i?” you took a deep breath in , looking into the eyes of a man who is half your age. “good girl.”

you swore you were about to let out a moan. “k-kei.” his big hands coming up to your cheek.

“come on, you're a big girl, use your words.” even with his encouragement you were rendered speechless with his body towering over you. “how am i supposed to know what you need if you don’t speak to me pretty , i’m no mind reader.”

“i-i.” before you could say a word — whatever it was you were trying to say , aiko called from her room. “is it ready yet?”

“maybe next time, yeah?”

he reached behind you , taking the plates and handing them to you. “can you set the table now?” you nodded , still afraid of what might come out of your mouth if you open. “use your words.”

“yes.”

“do it then.” you grabbed the plates , shakenly setting each plate down while he began to fry the cutlets. aiko coming out holding her stuffed bunny. “see i have the same one like you , see.”

you smiled nodding at the little girl. “keep it by your side forever.” you said , kei finished frying the meat , you helped aiko into her chair.

“time to eat.”

dinner went by quickly , kei helping aiko cut up her cullet , feeding it to her. you smiled watching him interact with her. “eat your veggies okay.” he instructed the girl. “so you can grow big and strong." he made eye contact with you , your lower half loving the attention.

“you too , eat your veggies , you need energy right?”

after dinner , you stayed to help wash dishes , but you eventually had to leave. “i have to study.” you said to the pouty girl. “besides you have to get to bed soon i’m sure , i’ll see you tomorrow right?”

“tomorrow i go to mommy’s.” she said , you nodded.

“that’s right , well i’m sure i’ll see you soon.” you said. “maybe you can come knock on my door to let me know you’ve come back on sunday.” she nodded enthusiastically.

“okay , i will!”

“here.” kei emerged from the kitchen , holding a container in his hand. “take this with you for lunch tomorrow , don’t skip lunch just because you’re busy.” before you could resist he was pushing it into you hands. “don’t say no.”

“thank you , i’ll eat it.”

“i’m expecting you to hand that back to me tomorrow empty okay?” you nodded.

he walked you to the door , waiting for you to walk across the hall; unlocking your door and walking in , you turned waving before closing your door , finally letting out a deep breath — not only were you full from dinner , your panties had been damp all evening due to kei , this man that you’ve known only 2 days has plagued your mind more than any other man you’ve been with.

that night wasn’t a silent night for you at all , after putting the leftover food he sent you with; you took the coldest shower you could think of to cool your body off , but even that didn’t work — you needed something more.

you didn’t even bother putting clothes on , making your way to your empty bed , climbing in letting the ac cool your naked body as you reached for your trusty vibrator , your fingers ghosting your nipples , teasing yourself and turning the toy on , lightly pressing it on your neglected clit. “fuck.”

you moaned , eyes shutting imagining it was kei touching you like this , his big hands touching your breast the way he touched you face. “k-kei.” you pinched your nipples , his name falling from your lips as you fucked yourself silly , your legs shaking as you reached desperately tried cum — but it still wasn’t enough , the thought of him touching you ; fucking you , calling you good girl as he fucked you. when he pressed against you in the kitchen , you got a feel of his thick cock in his slacks , you could only imagine , pressing the toy on you clit more as you thought about him stretching you out. “fuck i’m gonna cum.”

you whimpered out , your second orgasm approaching rapidly , legs shaking. with the final thought of kei calling you a good girl , you came. “shit!”

you shrieked as you reached your peak, your chest moving validly as you came down from your high. you had tired yourself out , tossing the toy to the side , your eyes heavy , you could barely move to cover yourself before your eyes were closing and you were drifting off to sleep.

it was a friday evening when you slowly stumbled down the hall of your building ; you told ningning it was a bad idea to go out after work , but she insisted saying ‘we have no classes and you have the weekend off , what’s the harm?’ the harm was you struggling to open the door of your unit , your body slumping against the door. “stupid fucking door.” you banged on it — suddenly it opened up.

“yn?” kei stood , not in his usual business clothes , but sweats and black shirt that tightened around his muscles deliciously.

that is why you couldn’t get the door open ; it wasn’t your damn door to begin with. “kei.” you tried to stand up , he caught you before you could fall back down.

“you’re drunk.” he said

“hardly i only four drinks , that’s barely anything.” the older man held you tighten , taking the key from your hands , shutting the door , holding your body up as he opened your door.

“it was clearly enough , you can barely stand up baby girl.” hearing the nickname made you look up.

“don’t call me that.” you slurred , groaning. “it makes my heart race and my brain think things. he picked you up making his way to your room , body in his hand , he sat you down on the bed.

“yeah like what?” he said , taking your shoes off. “what do you think about?”

“what it would sound like when you call me that while touching me.” the alcohol making you say things you would only say inside your head ; or to ningning.

“come on let’s get you into bed.” he pulled the covers back , your bright pink vibrator right where you threw it yesterday , he tried to ignore it , but the thought of you touching yourself — maybe to the thought of him. “come on.”

“i ate the lunch you packed for me , just like you said.” you crawled into bed , just pushing the vibrator to the side.

“good girl.” he did it just to see your reaction , which didn’t disappoint him , your whiny voice , cheeks flushed from the alcohol as you pouted.

“i said don’t call me that if you aren’t gonna take responsibility.”

“pretty im half your age , what are you gonna do with an old man like me?” pulling the covers over your body.

“i-i’m not a kid , i have my own apartment, im a big girl.” your words slurred , eyes closed , he laughed.

“yeah you do , but look at the state of you , you need someone to take care of you , you almost broke your key and my door trying to get into my unit.” he teased. “it’s cute watching you prove yourself to me though.”

the alcohol running through your body making you way too confident , you grabbed him by his shirt pulling into a kiss. “i-i want you.”

“you’re drunk.” he released your grip on his shirt. “i’m not those boys you hook up with i’m not gonna do anything to you when you’re drunk.”

“m’not drunk.”

“yeah okay , you couldn’t tell me what day it is , i don’t care if you’re a little bit tipsy , nothing is happening tonight except you going to bed.” he said , as much his cock was desperately twitching in his sweats , there was no way you could consent to what he wanted to do with you. “now close your eyes.”

you listened with a pout. “don’t pout , i don’t like bratty girls , i like good girls.” he said. “you’re a good girl aren’t you?” you nodded. “good now, sleep.”

watching you slip into a deep sleep , he went into your bathroom hoping to find some medication for your obvious headache in the morning , filling up a glass of water and sitting it on your nightstand — taking one final look at you before leaving you be taking his leave back to apartment ; to deal with his other problem

his hands wrapped around the base of his cock ; the moment he got back to his apartment , he went straight to his room — stripping himself of his underwear and sweats. he barely had time to do his normal routine , dealing with work, aiko and every day life ; there was simply no time to take care himself , and when there was a little time he was too exhausted to do anything but rest.

but with you around , giving him plenty to think about. pumping his length , he thought about the other night , it was for only a short time , but he was sure you felt his cock pressed against your ass. thinking about bending you over , fucking you against the counter — his bigger frame covering yours as he pounded into you. “fuck.”

he could tell you’d react so well for him , the way you reacted to when he called you good girl , he could see your eyes glazing over , the look of need. he stroked his cock faster. he knew you’d be tight — fuck you’d milk his cock he knew it , he groaned squeezing his balls in his hand as he fastened his pace , the thought of his young neighbor crying from his cock had him bursting , cumming all over his hand.

breathing heavily as he came down from his high ; he pushed his glasses up on his face , he laid there , his cum staining his stomach as thoughts of you still plagued his mind. he was half your age , he shouldn’t even be thinking about you in this manner — but it didn’t stop his cock twitching at the thought of you , blood rushing back down to his balls , his hand wrapping around the base ready to go again.

the next morning you woke up to the room still spinning and your ears ringing — and then the memories kicked in and you wanted to die.

after wallowing in self pity for an hour , you got out of bed and showered , still smelling like yesterday and whatever you had to drink — how the hell would you ever face kei again? you completely embarrassed yourself. getting dressed and taking the pill left on your night stand , another reminder of kei being in your space seeing you wasted out of your mind. you need to apologize for everything. you didn’t want to , just wanting to forget it ; but how could you forget kissing him.

your hand hovered over his apartment door , holding the empty controller cringing as you knocked. you really didn’t want to be doing this , but it was the grown up thing to do. you waited for him to answer , almost turning back into your unit — too bad the door opened up.

“yn.” kei stood there in the same outfit from last night , his hair tossed around like had just woken up. “you okay?”

“i’m so sorry.” a plethora of apologies spilled from your lips. “it was so inappropriate for me to do that , being drunk doesn’t excuse that.” you lower your head in shame. “i’m so embarrassed right now.”

“look at me.” he said , waiting for you to raise your head ; which you did. “come in and eat something.” taking the container from your hand.

you were almost afraid to walk in , but he just guided you into the unit , his hand on your lower back , closing the door. “i’m not really hungry.” you both entered his kitchen.

“you need to eat something.” he brought out a bowl , filling it with rice and an egg. “i’m pretty sure you have a hangover , did you take the pill i left out for you?” he sat across from you , his arms folded , waiting for your answer.

“i did thank you.”

“you shouldn’t drink like that , it can’t be healthy for you.” he said , already lecturing you while you ate. “and to come home like that alone isn’t safe , anything can happen to a young girl who’s drunk.”

“i wasn’t that drunk.” you lied knowing full well you can’t even remember if you came home with shoes. “just a little tipsy.” you finished off your food. he stood up , taking the bowl , sitting in the sink.

“ a little tipsy.” he laughed , but it wasn’t the hearty laugh you knew from the man , this one was different. “what exactly do you remember from last night?”

“uh..” you were too embarrassed to say it , so you just lowered your head , he grabbed your cheeks, lifting your head. “come on speak , i know you remember.”

“you need me to remind you?”

his body hovering over your sitting frame , your neck cranning up to look at him. “you admitting to me that you think about me touch you , you wanted me to take responsibility — you don’t remember that?”

you gulped , definitely remembering saying that. “you don’t remember kissing me?”

“i’m sorry.”

“no need to apologize to me pretty , i’ll take responsibility,” he said. “you have to be a good for me , can you remember what i told you yesterday or do you need a reminder?” he bent down to your level. “i told you i like good girls , i’ll only take responsibility if you be a good girl.”

“can you do that for me?”

you nodded , he released your cheeks. “use your words.” he said , his tone more authoritative than his usual soft tone.

“yes.”

he smiled. “good , than stand up for me.” you obeyed his word , standing up. “come on.” he took you back to his room , sitting down on his bed , gesturing for you come sit on his lap. “come here.”

you sat on his lap , feeling the hardness of his cock through his sweats. “you feel that?” the man said. “been fucking hard since last night , you kept running that pretty mouth of yours , got me all worked up no matter how much i tried to jerk off.” he kissed your neck. “i shouldn’t be doing this with you , you’re too young.”

“im old enough , im not a kid.” you sighed feeling his lips on yours. “i want it , i want you.”

“yeah?” he lifted you off his lap , “get on your knees for me then.” you sunk down to the floor , crawling in between his legs. “good girl , take me out.” he sat back watching your hands undo the ties to his sweats , lifting his hips up allowing you to pull them down to his ankles , his cock hard against his underwear , you kissed his bulge.

“take it out.”

you released his cock , his thick length almost slapping you in the face; you wrapped your hands around it , stroking his length , he groaned. “fuck that’s it — such a good girl f’me , put it in your mouth.”

you took his cock into your mouths , barely able to fit him into your mouth , you wrapped your hand around what you couldn’t fit. “your mouth is so tiny , i barely fit.” he groaned as you bobbed your head up and down. “come on take all of if , you can do it.”

he held your head down , guiding you all the way down his cock. “fuck that’s it , take all of it.” the elder man moaned , his hand tightening in your hair , you gagged around his length , his hips fucking up into your mouth. “tight fucking throat , gonna cum.”

pulling you off , his cock holding your head in place while he used the other one to jerk off. “open your mouth.” you obeyed , waiting for his cum. “good girl -fuck-” he came with a hiss , covering your lips in his cum. “come on , lick it off.” licking your lips , you brought your mouth back to his tip , sucking on it.

“sh-shit you’re gonna kill me.” you smiled pulling away from his cock , kissing the tip. “you love sucking my dick that much?” you nodded.

“so much.”

“that’s not being a good girl, pretty , that’s being a slut.” your thighs clenched involuntarily as the degrading nickname. “you’re a slut for my dick.” the sudden change in his behavior made your head spin , he smirked seeing the look in your eyes , slapping the tip on your lips. “get up.”

throwing your body down on the bed , he got rid of his clothes climbing on top of you , reaching for your shorts , pulling them down. “no panties?” he looked up at you , smirking condescendingly. “did you come over here to apologize or get dicked down by someone years older than you.” rubbing his length along your folds , the noise embarrassingly loud.

“pussy so noisy baby you’re making such a mess.”

“kei pl-please.” you whimpered , your hole clenching around nothing as he teased you. “pl-please fuck me.” your voice full of need and desperation.

he teased his tip inside , cursing as your warm cunt sucked him in. “so fucking tight pretty , relax.” he held your waist as he slowly moved , pushing his cock deeper inside. “you’re so tiny down there , i don’t think you’ll be able to take all of me.”

“i can do it please , i want it all.” you moaned. “i-i can take it.”

“yeah.” he looked down where you were already impaled on his cock. “well then take it.” he pushed himself all the way in , you let out what could only be a squeal , his cock stretching you out.

“fuck pretty , you’re squeezing me so tight -fuck- can barely move.”

“b-big.” you stuttered.

he moved slowly , your silky cunt. “i know , but you said you wanted it , you said you can take it right?” he kissed your fluttering eyelashes. “you’re not going back on your word right?”

his cock hitting deep inside you , shaking your head with a loud moan. “good girl.” you clenched.

“fa-faster.” lifting your waist up getting a deeper angle , he fastened his pace , your moans picking up. “ke-kei!”

it all felt like too much , your hands fell to his waist , pushing at it. “no don’t run from me now.” he grabbed your hands , pinning them above your head , pushing your legs up on your chest. “you said you can take it , so be a good girl and take it.” your eyes rolling to the back of you bed as he pounded into you. “that’s it.” he grunted.

“you look so pretty going dumb on my cock.” he grunted. “such a pretty girl , you're gonna cum for me? make a mess on my dick?”

you whimpered. “fe-feels weird.”

he laughed condescendingly. “no baby that means you’re pretty little pussy is about to squirt for me.” he attacked your clit with harsh finger eights. “go ahead cum.”

your legs shook as you finally snapped , your juices wetting his lower half ; that didn’t stop him though , he kept fucking you , holding you down as he plowed into you — he was ruining you. “too much.”

“i’m almost there you can hold it.” he grunted. “don’t be selfish, baby , let me cum.” his balls tightening , he was about to cum. “sh-shit.” you were on cloud nine as he finally came , pulling out to cum on your puffy cunt. “so messy.”

tapping his cock on your cunt , making your legs shake in response. “i think you got another in you.”

before you could protest he was in between your legs , his mouth kissing your clit. “kei wa-wait.” you grabbed his hair. he looked up at you through his lashes , before dove into your cunt , licking up his mess — your body felt like liquid in his hand as he skillfully used his tongue.

you felt your second orgasm of the night was approaching you tried to pull away but he held your wrist , keeping you in place. “k-kei i’m gonna cum again.”

this orgasm was even more intense than the last , you genuinely felt like you were gonna pass out ; it was only two orgasms but the way he fucked had you feeling like you had been at it for hours , you were literally shaking as he pulled away , giving your clit one final kiss.

“you look so cute , all ruined for me.” he kissed you lips softly. “just lay there , i’ll take care of you.”

and that he did , running a warm bath for you to soak in , he cleaned your body , softly working the soap into your skin , washing you off , leaving you to soak your aching bones in the water while he cleaned the bed up , replacing the bedding , warming the blanket it for you to climb under after the bath.

he gave you a shirt to sleep in , leaving water by the bed side. “you need to drink , you’re gonna get dehydrated.”

“even after all that , you’re gonna nag me?” you pouted , pulling him down into bed.

“well yes i am , you lost a bunch of fluids don’t you think?” your cheeks flushed. “exactly , so you need to drink.”

“fine i will.”

“good girl.” you bit down on your lower lip , he smirked. “are you serious , i can’t keep up with you pretty , you know i’m an old man , my stamina isn’t like yours.”

“you’re not sixty , and i can feel that you’re still hard.” you said , touching his half hard cock through his sweats, he cursed. “see?”

“i’m not giving into your pleas princess , you’re just gonna have to to wait until later , when you’ve recovered a bit and ate something.”

“jesus you really are an old man , aren’t you?” he pinched your side. “ouch.”

“god forbid i keep you from passing out , keep being a brat i wont give you anything later.” he whispered against your temples , you quickly gave in.

“good girl.”

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the mattress dips beside you, your boyfriend resting his head in the crook of your neck.

his breathing ragged against your skin as his hands fumbled on your body. they moved from your waist to your chest to your hips. he just wanted to touch you everywhere.

"hey, baby." you brought a hand up to his hair instinctively. gently scratching at his scalp as he sighed shakily.

he hummed back in response, finally setting on your hips. "missed you today..."

he gently turned your body, quietly tucking his knee in between your thighs as he pulled your hips to hump against his leg. a small gasp escaped your lips, your fingers tightening in his hair.

"let me make you feel good, my love." his hands left your hips making your breath hitch as his rough hands slid up your body, pushing the fabric of your shirt with them.

your nipples pebbled from the cool air in the room, watching as gabi didn't even bother to fully take off your shirt. just leaving the fabric bunched at your collarbone.

"so pretty," he breathed, his voice thick with awe and something deeper, something primal. his lips latched onto your breasts, his hand cupping the other with such a desperation that was almost comical coming from a man so strong. his thumbs brushed over your nipple as his tongue swirled around the other, occasionally sucking. the touches were enough to make you arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips.

a low groan rumbled from his chest. "tell me how it feels." he urged, doing it again, a little firmer this time, watching with rapt attention as your body responded to him. he was finding every spot that made you gasp and shiver.

"so good, gabi." your head dropped as he gave a harsh suck to your nipple. "but I need more, please." your brows furrowed, bottom lip jutting out slightly.

the moment he saw your expression, the raw need in your presence—it was like a switch flipped in his brain. his movements, which had been driven by a frantic need, suddenly became laser-focused. his eyes, dark and hazy with lust, locked onto yours.

"more?" he repeated, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "anything for you, baby."

he didn't give you a second to think before he was moving. his mouth released your breast with a wet pop as he began shifting down the bed, his broad shoulders forcing your thighs wider apart. he settled between your legs, his hot breath ghosting over the thin fabric of your pajama pants, right over the place you needed him most.

he looked up at you from between your legs, his expression so full of adoration and hunger it made you want him more than anything. "wanna taste you here," he murmured, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your clothed core. the heat of his mouth seeped through the fabric, and you whimpered, your hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea. "can I? please?"

your heart squeezed at his words. your good boyfriend, still asking for your permission before he begins anything. god, you could just eat him up.

you nodded your head at his plea, "'course, baby."

he muttered something under his breath, definitely not english, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties, tugging them down your legs in one swift motion. tossing them aside without a second glance, his eyes fixed on the glistening, wet folds he'd just uncovered.

"fuck," he breathed, the word a reverent prayer. "so pretty. n' it's all for me."

he lowered his head, his tongue delving between your folds with a desperation. his mouth messy as his tongue lapped at your pussy like a man dying of thirst. his nose bumped against your clit as he continued, his tongue pushing inside your entrance.

he moaned against you as if he was receiving the pleasure himself, barely giving himself time to breath as you tugged at his hair.

your back arched off the bed, calling his name out into the otherwise empty apartment. "fuck! gabi! right there, baby, please don't stop." your voice raised in pitch, closing your eyes as you felt yourself get closer to the edge.

your words, your desperate pleas, were the only encouragement he needed. he doubled down, his tongue flattening against your clit to press hard, messy circles into it. the sounds he was making were obscene—wet, hungry groans and whines that vibrated through your entire core. he was lost in it, completely and utterly consumed by the taste of you, and the friction of his own hips grinding desperately into the mattress was a forgotten, instinctual act.

the coil in your stomach finally snapped. your vision went white, a sharp, broken cry tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. your thighs clamping around his head as your body trembles uncontrollably. wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through you. but he didn't stop. his tongue working you through every last spasm until you were a whimpering, overstimulated mess, pushing weakly at his head.

suddenly his whole body stiffened, and a choked moan escaped his lips against your cunt. his eyes shut as his hips gave a final, sharp jerk against the bed. a dark, wet patch began to spread across the front of his gray sweatpants.

his head rested on your thigh, his heavy breaths landing on your pussy, causing you to shudder. his lips were slick andwollen, his chin shining with your arousal. his eyes glassy and unfocused. he was a panting mess. and for a moment, he just stared at you.

"fuck," he mumbled, dropping his head in shame. you could see the blush begin to creep its way onto his face. "I-I'm sorry, baby... " his voice low as one of his hands went to cover his crotch.

he got so turned on and caught up in pleasing you that he didn't even register his own aching cock about to burst.

you bit your lip as you leaned forward, pulling his hand off of himself.

"don't be." your other hand raised to rub at his biceps. god, you loved them. "it was so hot, gabi." you smirked, leaning in to kiss him. the flavor of you still lingering on his tongue. he whimpered in the kiss, a small smile etching its way onto his face.

"really?"

you nodded your head so fast, leaving no time for him to doubt himself, "really."

You leaned in again, this time pressing a series of soft, reassuring kisses to his cheeks, his nose, and the corner of his mouth. "I love how you just can't control yourself sometimes."

the blush on his face softening from shame to a rosy, post-orgasmic glow. "anything for you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

he shifted, hissing slightly as the fabric of his sweatpants rubbed against his sensitive, spent cock. the dark patch even bigger now.

you fall back onto the bed, fingers tangling in jake’s hair as he makes a humming sound against you, the vibrations sends sparks up your spine.

jake is good at this, always has been, but tonight he’s showing off. his tongue traces slow circles around you before flicking at your opening and dragging up, seeking out the place where you need him most.

“oh”, you whine. “oh fuck.”

“the clitoris”, he says against you, pulling his head back enough to meet your gaze, eyes becoming glossy as if he wants something more. “did you know it has over eight thousand nerve endings? the most of any part of the human body.”

“jake.” you threaten, fingers finding his temple as he continues to suck gently on your clit, his other hand splayed over the juncture of your thigh and hip.

“its educational,” he teases.

you laugh, a high pitched giggle that turns into a moan when jake sucks your clit into his mouth. your hips buck upwards as he braces himself over you.

“you’re such a nerd,” you manage to say through your moans.

“you are dating a nerd,” he says against your skin. “you knew what you were getting into.”

jake eases two fingers into you as you groan, your head falling back. he uses the stretch of his fingers to find the place deep inside you that makes your whole body twitch. his fingers are long and beautifully angled, curling in just the right way to send another pulse of sensation through you.

“see?” he murmurs, his mouth pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “angles and vectors, all geometry.”

“shut up,” you gasp, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as you try to catch your breath. “ah— jake!”

“the g-spot is actually part of the clitoral structure,” he says, his fingers sliding in and out as his mouth finds your core again. “it all connects.”

“jake, i swear—”

“did you know that the clitoris is shaped like a wishbone?” he asks, tracing slow patterns along you with his tongue, working you over from bottom to top. you forget what you were about to say when he begins rolling his tongue over your clit in fast, shallow strokes.

you are so close, already writhing, and jake knows it, he always knows it. he knows your body the way he knows his textbooks, every little sound and reaction to a chapter he memorizes with devotion.

“you’re gonna come for me, baby?”

jake asks, his voice thick with something between amusement and need as his tongue skates over your thigh. “on my face? are you really going to do it? let’s test it, shall we?”

“your— fuck, glasses—!”

“forget the glasses.”

they are completely fogged over now, all opaque. its absurd, really, the way his tongue flicks over you in short bursts while his fingers curl inside you, making you dizzy with need. you can barely focus on what he says next.

“take them off,” you whine, practically begging. “jake— ”

“cant, im too busy recalling the theory of..” he says, practically purring. you find yourself laughing and whimpering at the same time.

“that doesnt even— thats not how it—”

“maybe physics isnt my strongest subject.” jake sighs dramatically before his tongue licks insistently at your folds, his fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace. he manages to ignore the fog on his glasses long enough for you to climax, shuddering and whimpering his name as your thighs shake on either side of his head. jake hums against your skin.

“come on, baby,” he groans, voice rough. “let me taste it. let me have it.”

“ah— jake!”

“i’ve got you. i’ve got you.”

your orgasm rolls over you, until you are gasping your release into the air, your back arching violently. your fingers dig into jakes scalp, his hair splayed out on either side of your hips. jake licks at you determinedly until your whimpers die down, your body limp, exhausted.

you push his head away weakly.

jake grins, finally lifting himself off of you, his chin glistening. he peeks up at you, the lenses blurred with condensation.

“see?” he says, sliding them up his nose. “perfectly functional.”

“you can’t see a thing.” you scoff.

“i can see enough, princess.”

jake leans over you, his head hovering just above your torso as he peppering kisses all over your body. you taste yourself on his lips when his glasses press against your cheek, warm and fuzzy.

you lift his head by the back of his skull, kissing him thoroughly before sliding his glasses off his face.

“hey,” he whines, blinking up at you. his lashes cast shadows across his cheeks. jake’s face is softer without the frames.

“i was going for a look.” he mumbles softly.

you raise your eyebrows, “the look was clouded nerd who cant see.”

“hey, that’s a classic aesthetic!”

you laugh, pulling him down on top of you. jake melts against you, kissing your collarbone, his fingers finding the sensitive spot at the juncture of your thigh and hip.

“i could go again,” he murmurs, voice heavy with intent. “we could run another trial. for science.”

“for science,” you repeat, laughing when jake’s fingers push into you once more, coaxing another moan from your lips as his glasses sit on the nightstand, forgotten.

You were already in his bed, wearing only his favorite oversized black shirt that barely reached mid thigh. The moment he closed the door behind him, you moved.You rose to your knees, caught his wrist, and pulled him down onto the mattress with you. Heeseung let out a soft, surprised chuckle, his deep voice rumbling.“Missed me that bad, baby?” he murmured, settling back against the pillows as you climbed over him.

But you didn’t answer with words. Instead, your hand slipped into his sweatpants, wrapping around his half hard length. He inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering for a second as you stroked him slowly to full hardness. Within moments he was thick and heavy in your palm, veins pulsing under your fingers. You pushed his waistband down just enough, positioned yourself over him, and sank down in one smooth, deliberate motion.

Heeseung’s cock stretched you open, filling you completely until your ass rested against his thighs, every inch buried deep inside your warm, wet heat. No thrusts no bouncing just staying perfectly still with him sheathed to the hilt.

“Fuck—” Heeseung’s voice broke into a low groan, his hands flying to your hips instantly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as if to ground himself. His eyes widened, dark and intense, locking onto yours with that signature leader intensity. His chest rose and fell rapidly, breath already ragged. “Y/N you’re so fucking warm so tight around me right now.”

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The only sounds were your mingled breathing and the faint wet sound of your bodies adjusting to each other. Heeseung’s cock twitched hard inside you, thickening even more at the sudden enveloping heat. You could feel every ridge, every vein, the way his pulse beat steadily against your inner walls. Your own pussy fluttered involuntarily around him, clenching and releasing in little pulses that made his jaw tighten.

Heeseung’s hands slid up under the shirt you wore his shirt—tracing the curve of your waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. “You initiating this?” he whispered, voice dropping into that dangerously low register that always sent shivers down your spine. A slow, predatory smirk tugged at his lips, the one that made fans scream and made your stomach twist with want. “No warning, just sliding down on my cock like you own it my greedy girl I love it.”

He pulled you closer until your chests pressed together, your nipples hardening against him through the thin fabric. His lips found your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, sucking gently at your pulse point. Every tiny shift of your body caused delicious friction—his cock nudging deeper without any real thrusting. Heeseung let out a shaky exhale against your skin.

“Stay still like this for me,” he murmured, one hand moving to cup the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. “I want to feel everything how wet you’re getting how you’re squeezing me.” He flexed his hips in the tiniest circle, barely perceptible, but enough to make you both gasp. “Shit, you feel incredible like velvet fire around my cock.”

Minutes stretched out. Heeseung was always patient in moments like this teasing, savoring, drawing out the pleasure until it bordered on torture. He kept you locked in place with strong arms, his body heat mingling with yours. His free hand roamed lazily: squeezing your ass, tracing your spine, rolling a nipple between his fingers until you whimpered softly. Each sound you made earned you a deep, appreciative groan from him.

“You’re dripping down my balls already,” he observed in that husky tone, voice vibrating against your ear. He reached between your bodies just enough to feel where you were joined, collecting some of your slick on his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. His eyes never left yours as he licked them clean. “Taste so sweet for me all this just from having me inside you?”

The praise made you clench harder around him. Heeseung’s head fell back against the pillow, exposing the sharp line of his jaw and the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly. “That’s it keep doing that. Milk my cock while we stay like this.” His restraint was impressive, but you could feel the tension coiling in his muscles—the way his thighs trembled slightly beneath you, the constant subtle twitches of his length buried deep.

He kissed you then—slow, deep, and filthy. His tongue slid against yours in the same unhurried rhythm he used when he wanted to drive you crazy. One hand stayed on your hip, holding you down firmly so you couldn’t ride him even if you tried. The other tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips for a second.

“I’ve thought about this,” he confessed quietly, forehead pressed to yours. “Coming home and having you warm my cock while we talk about our day feeling you pulse around me for hours.” His voice was pure velvet. “You’re perfect so fucking perfect for me.”

Time blurred ten minutes fifteen twenty. Heeseung kept up the intimate conversation, whispering filthy observations mixed with sweet nothings. How your walls fluttered when he praised you. How he could feel you getting wetter with every passing second. How much he loved being this connected, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. Occasionally he’d roll his hips in minute movements just enough to grind against that sensitive spot inside you without breaking the cockwarming stillness.

Your breathing grew heavier, matching his. Sweat began to bead on his chest where your bodies pressed together. Heeseung’s eyes were half lidded, dark with lust, but there was also that soft affection he reserved only for you the way he stroked your cheek with his thumb, the gentle kisses he pressed to your temple.

“You’re shaking,” he noted with a soft laugh, the sound low and affectionate. “Am I that deep, baby? Filling you up so good you can’t even think?” He flexed again, deliberately this time, making his cock jump inside you. The sensation drew a broken moan from your throat. Heeseung’s smirk widened. “Good girl let me hear you.”

The tension built unbearably. Your clit throbbed against his pelvis, aching for friction, but he kept you pinned, savoring the slow burn. Heeseung’s breathing was ragged now, control fraying at the edges. His hands gripped you tighter, almost bruising.

“I don’t know how much longer I can stay still,” he admitted, voice strained. “You feel too fucking good so hot and tight sucking me in like you never want me to leave.” He kissed you again, harder this time, more desperate. His hips gave a small, involuntary thrust upward, pushing him impossibly deeper.

You clenched hard in response, and Heeseung groaned loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “Fuck, do that again.” When you did, his resolve cracked. He rolled you both suddenly, still connected, pinning you beneath his larger frame without ever pulling out. The new position let him press even deeper, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly, elbows braced on either side of your head. His damp hair fell forward, framing his handsome face. “I need to move now need to fuck you properly after feeling you warm me for so long.”

What followed was intense. Heeseung started with slow, deep thrusts pulling out just enough to feel your walls drag along his length before sliding back home. Each stroke was deliberate, savoring the glide. His pace gradually increased, hips snapping with controlled power. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting filled the room, mixed with his low grunts and your moans.

“You started this,” he panted against your neck, biting down gently. “Taking my cock like that the second I walked in such a naughty girl.” One hand slipped between you, thumb circling your clit in tight spirals. “Come for me while I’m inside you want to feel you fall apart around my cock.”

The orgasm hit you hard, walls spasming violently around him. Heeseung cursed, burying his face in your shoulder as he fucked you through it, prolonging the pleasure. His own release followed soon after deep, powerful thrusts that pushed him to the hilt as he spilled inside you, groaning your name in that beautiful, wrecked voice.

Afterwards, he didn’t pull out immediately. Heeseung stayed buried deep, collapsing half on top of you with his weight comforting rather than crushing. He pressed soft kisses to your face, your lips, your eyelids, whispering praises.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “I love when you take control like that. Love feeling so close to you.” His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin as you both came down, still intimately connected. The afterglow stretched long, warm, and full of quiet affection.

Heeseung eventually shifted to lie on his side, pulling you with him so you stayed spooned together, his cock softening but still nestled inside you. “We’re sleeping like this tonight,” he decided with a sleepy, satisfied smile. “Don’t want to lose this feeling.”

The room grew quiet again, filled only with your synced breathing and the occasional soft kiss. Heeseung held you like you were the most precious thing in his world leader, lover, and the man who had just been completely undone by your bold initiation.

◟✿ jay ˒ The living room in the dorm was dimly lit, the only light coming from the large TV screen paused on Jay’s game. The rest of the members had gone to bed or out, leaving the space quiet except for the low hum of the city outside and the occasional click of the controller. Jay was sprawled on the wide couch in black sweatpants and a loose white tee, one arm draped over the backrest, looking effortlessly handsome with his sharp jawline and focused dark eyes. His hair was slightly tousled from running his fingers through it during the match.

You had been watching him from the doorway for a few minutes, heat pooling low in your belly at the sight of his relaxed posture and the way the fabric of his sweats outlined his thighs. Without warning, you crossed the room, climbed onto the couch, and straddled his lap. Jay’s eyebrows rose in surprise, a small smirk already forming on his lips.

“Hey, what’s—?” he started, but the words died when your hand slipped inside his waistband, pulling his cock free. He was already half hard from the way you’d been looking at him earlier. You stroked him firmly a few times until he was fully erect thick, veined, and heavy in your grip then positioned yourself and sank down in one smooth, deliberate motion.

Jay’s cock stretched you open deliciously, filling every inch until you were seated flush against him, his length buried to the hilt inside your tight, wet cunt. No movement just pure cockwarming.

“Shit—!” Jay’s head slammed back against the couch cushions, a sharp groan tearing from his throat. His hands shot to your waist instantly, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. His eyes flew open wide, dark and blown with lust as he stared at you in shock and raw hunger. “Y/N… fuck, you just— you took me all the way in like that?”

His voice was rough, that slight American accent thickening with arousal. For several long seconds, he didn’t move, simply breathing through the overwhelming sensation of your walls enveloping him completely—hot, slick, and pulsing around his cock. You could feel him twitch and swell even thicker inside you, the head pressing firmly against your deepest point.

Jay let out a shaky, impressed laugh, his chest rising and falling rapidly under you. “Bold as hell initiating cockwarming right in the middle of my game? You’re something else, princess.” His hands slid down to grip your ass possessively, squeezing the soft flesh as he adjusted his posture slightly, spreading his thighs wider so you sank even deeper. The new angle made both of you moan softly.

He looked down between your joined bodies where you were connected, then slowly dragged his gaze back up to your face. “You’re so fucking wet already. I can feel it dripping down my balls.” Jay’s voice dropped lower, husky and teasing. One hand slipped under the hem of the oversized shirt you wore his shirt again and traced up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “No warning just sliding that pretty pussy down on my cock and staying there. You missed me that much huh ?”

You stayed perfectly still, savoring the intimate fullness. Jay’s cock throbbed steadily inside you, matching his quickened heartbeat. He pulled you closer until your chests pressed together, his lips finding yours in a slow, deep kiss that quickly turned filthy. His tongue explored your mouth with the same controlled intensity he brought to everything precise, overwhelming, leaving you breathless.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “We’re doing this properly then,” he murmured, voice vibrating against your skin. “Stay right there don’t move.” His restraint was impressive he didn’t thrust up into you despite the obvious need. Instead, he focused on the connection, rolling his hips in tiny, lazy circles that created the barest friction enough to make your walls flutter around him without breaking the cockwarming stillness.

“God, you feel incredible,” Jay whispered, lips brushing your ear. “So warm and tight… like you were made to warm my cock like this.” His hands roamed everywhere cupping your breasts through the shirt, thumbs circling your hardening nipples until you whimpered. He pinched lightly, drawing a gasp from you that made his cock jump inside your heat. “That’s it squeeze me just like that I want to feel every little pulse.”

The minutes stretched deliciously. Jay was vocal, whispering a constant stream of praise and filth in that low, accented tone that always melted you. “You’re getting wetter every second. Soaking my sweats already.” He reached between you, fingers grazing where you were stretched around him, collecting your slick before bringing it to your lips. “Taste how much you want this.” His eyes darkened as you sucked his fingers clean.

He kissed along your jaw, down your neck, sucking marks into your skin while staying buried deep. Every tiny shift of your body earned a quiet curse from him. “Fuck, princess you’re clenching so hard. Trying to pull me even deeper?” Jay’s self-control was fraying at the edges you could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his abs flexed under you but he held you firmly in place, one arm wrapped around your waist like a steel band.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he confessed between kisses, voice rough. “Practice was long, but coming home to this? You sinking down on me and keeping me warm best surprise ever.” He flexed deliberately, making his cock nudge against that sensitive spot inside you. The sensation drew a broken moan from your throat. Jay smirked against your neck. “Sensitive there, huh? Good. I want you aching for me while we stay like this.”

Fifteen minutes passed twenty. Jay kept the slow burn going, alternating between deep kisses and soft, affectionate ones. His hands never stopped moving—stroking your back, squeezing your thighs, occasionally tilting your hips just enough to grind subtly. Sweat started to bead on his forehead, his white tee clinging slightly to his chest. The room felt hotter, thicker with tension.

“You’re trembling,” he observed, pulling back to look at you with those intense eyes. A cocky, affectionate smile tugged at his lips. “Am I too big like this? Stretching you so full you can’t think straight?” He rolled his hips again in that maddeningly small motion. “I could stay buried in you for hours. Just feeling how perfect you are around me.”

Your clit throbbed against his pelvis, desperate for more friction, but Jay kept you pinned, drawing out the anticipation. His breathing grew ragged, control slipping. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” he admitted, voice strained. “You feel too fucking good. Hot, wet, squeezing my cock like you never want me to leave.”

He kissed you harder then, more desperate, tongue sliding against yours as his hips gave a small involuntary thrust. The movement pushed him impossibly deeper, making you both groan loudly. Jay’s hands gripped your ass tighter. “Fuck it,” he growled softly.

In one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back on the couch without pulling out, his body covering yours. The new position let him press even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. Jay braced himself on his elbows, staring down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

“Look at me,” he commanded, voice low and authoritative. His damp hair fell forward as he started moving—slow, deep thrusts at first, pulling out just enough to feel your walls drag along every inch before sliding back home. The wet, obscene sounds of your bodies meeting filled the living room.

“You started this,” Jay panted, snapping his hips harder. “Taking my cock the second you wanted it such a greedy princess.” One hand slipped between you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, perfect circles. “Come on my cock. Want to feel you fall apart while I’m still so deep inside you.”

The pleasure built fast and intense. Your orgasm crashed over you, walls spasming violently around his thick length. Jay cursed loudly, fucking you through it with powerful, controlled strokes. “That’s it—fuck, just like that. So good for me.”

His own release followed soon after. Jay buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you with a low, guttural groan of your name. You felt every pulse, every spurt of warmth filling you.

Afterwards, Jay didn’t pull out right away. He collapsed half on top of you, careful not to crush you, and pressed soft, lazy kisses to your lips, your cheeks, your forehead. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, voice hoarse and satisfied. “Love when you take what you want like that.”

He stayed nestled inside you as he shifted you both to a more comfortable position on the couch, spooning you against his chest. His arms wrapped around you protectively, one hand gently stroking your thigh. “We’re staying like this for a while longer,” he decided with a lazy, content smile. “Don’t want to lose this feeling yet.”

The TV remained paused and forgotten. Jay nuzzled into your neck, whispering sweet nothings mixed with more praise as the afterglow settled over both of you—warm, intimate, and full of quiet affection. His cock softened slowly inside you, but he made no move to separate, content to keep you connected as long as possible.

◟✿ jake ˒ The bedroom was softly lit by a single bedside lamp, casting a warm golden glow over the rumpled sheets. Jake had just returned from a late dance practice, his body tired but still buzzing with leftover energy. He was lying on his back in bed, shirtless in just a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, one arm slung over his eyes as he tried to unwind. His messy brown hair was damp with sweat, and his toned abs rose and fell with steady breaths. The faint scent of his body wash—clean and slightly citrusy lingered in the air.

You had been waiting for him, heart racing with anticipation. The moment he settled in, you moved quietly, climbing onto the bed and straddling his lap without a word. Jake stirred, lifting his arm with a sleepy, affectionate smile. “Hey, baby missed y—”

The words cut off in a sharp inhale as your hand slipped into his sweatpants, freeing his cock. He was already semi hard from the casual closeness, and a few strokes had him fully erect thick, long, and flushed. You positioned yourself over him and sank down slowly but deliberately, taking every inch until your hips met his and his cock was buried completely inside your tight, welcoming cunt.

Jake’s eyes flew open wide, a mix of shock and instant pleasure flashing across his handsome face. “Oh my god—babe!” His voice cracked beautifully, that bright Australian accent thickening with arousal. His hands shot to your thighs instantly, fingers gripping the soft flesh as his back arched slightly off the bed. “Fuck… you’re so warm so fucking warm and tight around me right now.”

For a long moment, he just stared up at you, lips parted, chest heaving. A bright blush crept up his neck and across his cheeks, but his eyes sparkled with pure lust and adoration. His cock twitched hard inside you, swelling even thicker as your walls fluttered and adjusted to his size. You could feel every ridge, every vein pulsing against your inner walls, the head pressed deep.

Jake let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, the sound warm and husky. “You just… slid down on me like that? No warning, nothing?” He bit his lip, eyes darkening as he looked down to where your bodies were joined. “Jesus, princess…you feel incredible like heaven. I love when you surprise me like this.”

His hands slid up your thighs to your waist, pulling you down flush against him so your chests pressed together. The oversized shirt you wore his, of course rode up, and he slipped his hands underneath, palms warm and slightly calloused from practice as they roamed your bare skin. “Stay like this,” he whispered, voice already rough. “Don’t move yet. I want to feel all of you every little squeeze.”

Jake was affectionate even in the filthiest moments. He pulled you into a deep kiss slow and sweet at first, full of that warmth, then growing more heated as his tongue tangled with yours. His hips gave one tiny, involuntary roll, nudging deeper without breaking the stillness. The sensation drew matching gasps from both of you.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured against your lips, forehead resting against yours. “I can feel it. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? My sweet girl initiating cockwarming the second I get home.” His smile was bright and playful, but his voice carried that low, needy edge. One hand cupped the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair while the other squeezed your ass possessively, holding you in place.

He stayed perfectly still for long minutes, savoring the intimate connection. His cock throbbed steadily inside your heat, and every time your walls clenched around him whether from pleasure or on purpose he let out a soft, wrecked groan. “That’s it… just like that keep pulsing around me. Feels so good, baby.”

Jake’s hands never stopped moving gentle but exploratory. He traced your spine under the shirt, cupped your breasts and rolled your nipples between his fingers until they pebbled. He kissed everywhere he could reach your lips, your jaw, the sensitive spot beneath your ear, your collarbone. Between kisses, he whispered constant praise in that addictive accent.

“You’re so perfect for me. So tight and hot like you were made to warm my cock.” He flexed deliberately inside you, making his length jump and nudge that sweet spot. The tiny movement sent sparks through both of you. “Mmm, hear that little whimper? I love it love how full you feel with me inside.”

The cockwarming stretched on Jake’s usual playful energy mixed with deepening desire. Sweat began to glisten on his chest where your bodies were pressed together. His breathing grew heavier, but he held you firmly, refusing to let you ride him yet. “Not yet,” he’d murmur with a teasing grin whenever you shifted. “I want to enjoy this a little longer. Just feeling you around me… so wet and snug.”

He reached between your bodies once, fingers grazing your stretched folds where you took him so deeply. Collecting some of your slick, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes locked on yours the entire time. “Tastes so sweet all this because my cock is buried in you? God, I’m lucky.”

Your clit throbbed against his pelvis, aching for friction, but Jake kept the slow burn alive. He rolled his hips in maddeningly small circles barely any movement, but enough to grind subtly and keep the pleasure building. “You’re shaking already,” he observed softly, affection clear in his voice. “Am I that deep, baby? Stretching you so good you’re trembling on top of me?”

The tension coiled tighter. Jake’s control was fraying despite his sweet demeanor. His thighs tensed beneath you, abs flexing as he fought the urge to thrust. “I don’t think I can stay still much longer,” he admitted, voice strained and husky. “You feel too fucking amazing. Hot, wet, squeezing me like you never want me to pull out.”

He kissed you desperately then, tongue sliding deep as his hips gave a small involuntary buck. The movement pushed him impossibly deeper, drawing loud moans from both of you. Jake’s hands gripped your hips tighter. “Fuck… okay, I need you.”

In one smooth motion, he rolled you both over without pulling out, settling on top while staying fully sheathed. The new position let gravity press him even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. Jake braced himself on his elbows, messy hair falling forward as he looked down at you with bright, lust-filled eyes and that heart-melting smile.

“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he whispered, starting to move slow, deep thrusts at first. He pulled back just enough for your walls to drag along his length before sliding home again, the wet sounds of your connection filling the quiet room. His pace was enthusiastic and passionate, exactly like Jake—full of energy and focus on your pleasure.

“You started this,” he panted, lips brushing yours between thrusts. “Climbing on me and taking my cock so perfectly such a good girl.” One hand slipped between you, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing perfect, tight circles in time with his strokes. “Come for me while I’m this deep. Want to feel you milking my cock.”

The orgasm hit you hard and fast, walls spasming violently around his thick cock. Jake groaned loudly, the sound raw and beautiful as he fucked you through it, hips snapping with controlled power. “Yes—fuck, just like that. So tight, baby so perfect.”

His own climax followed soon after. Jake buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you with a long, throaty moan of your name. You felt every pulse, every warm spurt filling you as he trembled above you.

Afterwards, Jake didn’t pull out. He collapsed gently on top of you, careful with his weight, and buried his face in your neck. Soft, lazy kisses peppered your skin your shoulder, your jaw, your lips. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, voice hoarse and full of affection. “I love when you take initiative like that feeling you warm me… best way to end the night.”

He shifted carefully, pulling you with him so you were spooned against his chest, his cock still nestled softly inside you. His arms wrapped around you securely, one hand gently stroking your thigh and hip. “We’re staying like this,” he decided with a sleepy, satisfied grin, nuzzling into your hair. “Don’t want to lose this closeness yet feels too good to let go”

The room fell into comfortable quiet, filled with your synced breathing and occasional soft whispers. Jake pressed gentle kisses to the back of your neck, murmuring how much he loved you, how perfect you felt, how he could stay connected like this forever. His body heat enveloped you, the afterglow warm and lingering as you both drifted toward sleep intimately joined, content, and utterly satisfied.

◟✿ sunghoon ˒ The dorm’s private gym corner in the basement level was quiet and dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a single overhead LED strip that cast cool, bluish tones across the mirrored walls. Sunghoon had stayed back after the others left, working on his core strength and flexibility routines that kept his figure skating precision sharp even in idol life. Sweat glistened on his skin, his black tank top clinging to his lean, sculpted torso and his loose training shorts riding low on his narrow hips. His dark hair was damp, pushed back from his forehead, and his sharp jaw was set in concentration as he finished a set of planks, breathing controlled and steady.

You had slipped down quietly to find him, drawn by the low sounds of his exertion. The air smelled of clean sweat and the faint citrus of his post workout spray. Without announcing yourself, you waited until he rolled onto his back to stretch his hip flexors, legs bent and slightly apart. That was your moment. You moved swiftly, straddling his waist and tugging his shorts and briefs down just enough to free his cock.

Sunghoon’s eyes snapped open, dark and intense, as your hand stroked him quickly to full hardness long, thick, and curving slightly upward. Before he could form a question, you lined him up and sank down in one fluid, deliberate glide, enveloping every inch until you were fully seated, your ass flush against his pelvis. His cock was buried to the hilt inside your slick heat.

A sharp hiss escaped Sunghoon’s lips, his hands instinctively flying to your hips, fingers pressing hard into your skin. His usual cool, princely composure shattered in an instant. “Y/N—” His voice came out strained, lower than usual, almost a growl. His eyes widened, pupils dilating rapidly as the overwhelming sensation hit him your walls hugging him so tightly, so warmly, pulsing around his length without any movement.

He stayed frozen beneath you for several heartbeats, chest heaving, abs contracting visibly under the tank top. The position him on his back on the cool gym mat, you perched perfectly on his cock made everything feel impossibly deep. “You… you really just took me like that? Right here?” Surprise laced his tone, but it quickly melted into dark arousal. A faint blush colored his sharp cheekbones, contrasting his typically icy visuals.

Sunghoon’s hands trembled slightly as they gripped you, holding you down so neither of you could shift. His cock throbbed powerfully inside your pussy, swelling thicker at the sudden intimate embrace. You could feel every ridge, the subtle curve pressing against your front wall, his heartbeat pulsing through the vein along his shaft. The mirrored walls around you reflected the scene back endlessly your bodies joined, his long legs stretched out beneath you.

“Fuck… you’re burning hot around me,” he whispered, voice husky and amazed. He licked his lips, gaze dropping to where you were stretched so obscenely around him. One hand slid up your thigh, pushing the hem of your thin dress higher, exposing more skin. “No prep, no talking… just sinking onto my cock after my workout so fucking bold tonight.”

Sunghoon didn’t immediately pull you down for kisses. He was more visual, more sensory. He kept you upright on him, eyes roaming your body as he adjusted his breathing. His fingers traced slow patterns on your thighs, then higher, thumbs brushing dangerously close to your clit without touching. The stillness amplified everything the faint twitch of his cock, the way your walls fluttered in response, the shared heat building between your connected bodies.

“Stay exactly like this,” he commanded softly, that deep, velvety tone sending shivers through you. He flexed his hips in the tiniest upward tilt, barely noticeable but enough to nudge deeper, drawing a gasp from both of you. “I want to feel how wet you get just from holding me inside. Look at the mirror.” He nodded toward the wall. “Watch how perfectly you take me.”

You both turned your heads. The reflection was erotic Sunghoon’s lean, powerful body beneath you, sweat making his skin glow, his cock disappearing into your body. He groaned low at the sight, his free hand reaching to squeeze your ass, spreading you slightly for a better view. “So tight gripping me like you’re afraid I’ll disappear. But I’m not going anywhere.”

Minutes passed in charged silence broken only by soft breaths. Sunghoon was masterful at restraint years of skating discipline showing in how he held perfectly still while his body screamed for friction. But he wasn’t silent. He murmured observations in that precise, low voice, each word dripping with lust.

“Your pussy is dripping down my shaft already. I can feel it coating my balls.” He shifted one leg slightly, bending his knee to change the angle just enough to press against a new spot inside you. The subtle movement made you clench hard. Sunghoon’s head tipped back, exposing the elegant line of his neck as he swallowed thickly. “Again do that again.”

You obeyed, and he rewarded you with a rare, devastating smile half smirk, half genuine pleasure. His hands moved with purpose now one staying on your hip to anchor you, the other slipping under your dress to cup your breast, rolling the nipple between cool fingers. “Sensitive tonight. Everything feels heightened because we’re not moving, doesn’t it?” He pinched lightly, eyes locked on your face, drinking in every reaction.

The cockwarming dragged on deliciously. Sweat from his workout mixed with new beads of arousal on his skin. The gym mat stuck slightly to his back, but he didn’t care. Sunghoon’s usual aloofness cracked further with every passing second his breathing grew ragged, and his thighs tensed beneath you like coiled springs.

“You’re so warm and slick it’s driving me insane,” he confessed, voice breaking into a whisper. He reached up, pulling you down until your chests met, but still no real thrusting. Instead, he wrapped both arms around your waist, holding you impossibly close. His lips finally found your neck—not soft kisses, but deliberate, sucking bites that would leave faint marks. “I train for hours to stay controlled, but you come in here and undo all of it in seconds.”

He guided your head to his shoulder, letting you feel his rapid heartbeat against your cheek while his cock continued its constant, throbbing presence inside you. Every tiny involuntary clench from you earned a quiet curse or a sharp inhale. Sunghoon’s hand trailed down your back, fingers dancing along your spine before gripping your ass again, spreading you wider in the reflection.

“Look how deep I am,” he murmured, voice dark. “You’re taking all of me so well my perfect girl.” The praise was sparse but potent, delivered in that intensity. He flexed again, this time holding the tension longer, letting his curved tip grind subtly against your g-spot without pulling out. The pressure built unbearably, your clit aching where it pressed against his pelvis.

Your whimpers grew louder. Sunghoon’s control finally frayed. “I can’t… I need to feel more.” In a swift, powerful move, he rolled you both sideways on the mat, keeping his cock fully sheathed. Now on your sides facing each other, legs tangled, he hooked one of your thighs over his hip. The new angle allowed even deeper penetration, his body curving into yours.

Sunghoon stared into your eyes, foreheads nearly touching. “You initiated this. Now take what comes next.” He began moving—slow, rolling thrusts that never fully withdrew, keeping the connection intimate and constant. Each stroke was precise, controlled, hitting every sensitive spot with skater-like grace and power. The wet, slick sounds echoed softly in the empty gym space.

His hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight, expert circles. “Come on my cock,” he demanded quietly, eyes never leaving yours. “I want to feel you squeeze me while I’m this deep.” The intensity built fast his lean muscles flexing, hips snapping with increasing force while still somehow maintaining that connected depth.

Your orgasm crashed over you suddenly, walls convulsing hard around his thick length. Sunghoon groaned, deep and guttural, fucking you through the waves with focused thrusts. “Yes… just like that so good—fuck.” His own release followed moments later. He buried himself as deep as possible, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you, warm pulses filling you while he held you tight against him.

Afterwards, Sunghoon stayed inside, not pulling out. He rolled onto his back again, bringing you on top once more, his arms wrapped securely around you. His breathing slowed gradually, fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. The cool gym air contrasted with your heated bodies.

“That was unexpected,” he said softly, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. His voice regained some of its usual calm, but affection warmed it. “I like when you catch me off guard. Makes me feel alive.” He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple, then your lips lingering and tender.

He didn’t move to separate. Instead, he reached for a nearby towel, draping it over your joined lower bodies casually. “We’ll stay like this until I say otherwise. I’m not ready to lose how warm you feel yet.” His hand stroked your hair, the other resting possessively on your ass, keeping you pinned.

The mirrors reflected your entwined forms in the low light. Sunghoon’s usual aura softened into quiet intimacy. He whispered occasional praises how perfect you felt, how he’d think about this during his next practice while his cock softened slowly inside you, still nestled comfortably. The afterglow stretched long, the gym quiet except for your breathing, creating a private world just for the two of you.

Eventually, he helped you up carefully, still connected, and carried you toward the elevator back to the main dorm levels, your legs wrapped around him. “Shower together later?” he suggested with a raised eyebrow, already planning to extend the closeness.

◟✿ sunoo ˒ The soft glow of string lights wrapped around the headboard filled Sunoo’s room with a warm, pinkish hue, creating a cozy, almost dreamy atmosphere. It was well past midnight, and the rest of the dorm had settled into silence after a long day of rehearsals. Sunoo had been unwinding in his favorite way sitting cross legged in the middle of his bed, a fluffy blanket draped over his lap, humming softly to himself while applying a sheet mask to his face. His skin was dewy from the recent cleanse, and he wore a loose white tank top paired with soft black shorts that rode up his thighs. His hair was slightly tousled, falling cutely over his forehead, and his expressive eyes sparkled with that signature Sunoo brightness even as he relaxed.

You entered quietly, drawn by the gentle melody he was humming one of their upcoming tracks. He glanced up with a bright smile, peeling the edge of the mask. “Hey~ You’re still up? Come here, I’ll share the mask—” But you had other plans. You crawled onto the bed, gently pushing his shoulders back until he was propped against the pile of pillows. Before he could react fully, you tugged his shorts down just enough, revealing his smooth, pretty cock. A few teasing strokes had him hardening quickly elegant and sensitive, responding beautifully to your touch.

Sunoo’s eyes widened in surprise, the sheet mask crinkling as his mouth formed a perfect ‘O’. You straddled him smoothly, pulling your own sleep shorts aside, and sank down onto him in one slow, intentional glide. Inch by inch, you took him until he was fully nestled inside your warm, slick walls, your hips flush against his. Pure cockwarming—no immediate movement, just the intimate, throbbing connection.

“Ahh—! Y/N…” Sunoo’s voice came out in a breathy, melodic gasp, higher-pitched than usual with shock and pleasure. His hands flew to your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your top as his whole body tensed beneath you. The sheet mask slipped slightly on his cheek, but he didn’t bother fixing it. His cheeks flushed a deep pink almost instantly, that adorable blush spreading down his neck. “You… you really just sat on me like that? While I’m doing skincare?” A soft, disbelieving giggle escaped him, mixing cuteness with growing arousal.

His cock twitched vividly inside you, thickening and pulsing as your heat enveloped him completely. You could feel every subtle ridge, the way he fit so perfectly, like he was made for this closeness. Sunoo’s breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling under the thin tank top. He stared up at you with those large, expressive doe eyes, a mix of playful shock and deep want shining through.

“Wow… you’re so warm and tight right now,” he whispered, voice turning husky yet still retaining that sweet, bell like quality. He bit his plush lower lip, trying to stay composed, but the way his thighs shifted slightly underneath you betrayed him. Instead of immediately pulling you down for kisses, Sunoo reached up and gently adjusted his sheet mask with one hand, the other staying firmly on your hip to hold you still.

He let out another soft laugh, but it dissolved into a quiet moan as your walls fluttered around him involuntarily. The position him half reclined against pillows, you fully seated in his lap under the pretty string lights felt intimate and almost romantic. Sunoo’s free hand trailed up your side, slipping under your top to caress your bare skin with feather light touches. “Don’t move yet, okay? Let me feel you all of you holding me like this.”

True to his playful nature, Sunoo kept the moment light even as heat built between you. He tilted his head, studying your face with sparkling eyes while staying perfectly still. His cock continued to throb steadily inside your pussy, the sensation amplified by the lack of movement. “It feels like you’re hugging me from the inside,” he murmured sweetly, then giggled again when you clenched on purpose. “That’s cheating but I like it.”

Minutes ticked by in this dreamy haze. Sunoo was vocal and affectionate, filling the quiet room with whispered compliments and little hums. He finally peeled the sheet mask off completely, tossing it aside, revealing his glowing skin. “Look at us,” he said, nodding toward the mirror across the room that reflected your connected forms under the soft lights. “You look so pretty on me like this so full.”

His hands explored gently tracing your curves, cupping your breasts through the fabric, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they peaked. Each touch was tender yet teasing, never rushing. He leaned forward slightly to nuzzle your neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your collarbone while his hips remained motionless. The only “movement” came from subtle flexes—him deliberately pulsing his cock inside you, making you both gasp.

“You’re getting wetter I can feel it trickling down,” Sunoo observed in a hushed, almost reverent tone, his voice like velvet. “All because my cock is just sitting warm inside you? that’s so hot.” He sucked a small mark just below your ear, then pulled back to watch your reactions, his own face flushed and eyes half lidded with pleasure. The skincare scent mixed with the growing musk of arousal, creating an oddly intimate atmosphere unique to him.

Sunoo’s usual bright energy simmered into something deeper and needier. He started humming again softly a gentle melody that vibrated through his chest into yours while one hand slipped between your bodies without breaking the seal. His fingers hovered near your clit, teasing circles in the air just close enough to make you ache, but he didn’t touch fully yet. “Patience,” he teased with a cute pout, even as sweat beaded on his forehead. “I want to remember every second of you warming me so nicely.”

Your whimpers made his resolve waver. Sunoo’s breathing grew uneven, his plush lips parting as he fought the urge to thrust. “You feel too good so silky and hot. I could stay like this forever, just talking and feeling you squeeze me.” He finally cupped your face with both hands, pulling you into a slow, deep kiss. It was sweet at first then turned passionate, tongues gliding lazily in time with the subtle throbbing between your legs.

The tension coiled tighter. Sunoo’s thighs trembled beneath you, his lean body taut with restraint. “I’m trying so hard to be good,” he confessed against your mouth, voice breaking into a whine. “But you’re clenching so much it’s making me throb.” He rolled his hips in the smallest possible circle, grinding subtly against your front wall without pulling out. The motion drew a shared moan, the string lights casting shifting shadows across your skin.

Your clit pressed insistently against his pelvis, begging for friction. Sunoo noticed, his eyes darkening with desire while retaining that playful sparkle. “My baby needs more?” He finally let his fingers find your clit, rubbing slow, precise circles that matched the melody still humming in his throat. The dual sensation his cock buried deep and unmoving, plus the targeted touch pushed you closer to the edge.

Sunoo’s control snapped elegantly. “Okay I can’t hold back anymore.” With surprising strength, he shifted you both while staying fully sheathed, turning so you were on your back with him hovering above, still connected. The new angle let him press even deeper, his pretty face flushed and hovering close to yours. The blanket tangled around your legs, adding to the cozy mess.

He started moving slow, rolling thrusts that kept the intimacy intact, never fully withdrawing. Each stroke was graceful and rhythmic, like his dance moves translated into pleasure. “You started this surprise,” Sunoo panted softly, his voice melodic even now, “sinking onto me while I was masked up so naughty and cute.” His hips snapped a little sharper, hitting that perfect spot consistently.

One hand braced beside your head while the other continued teasing your clit. “Come for me like this,” he encouraged, eyes locked on yours with that intense yet loving gaze only. “I want to feel you pulse around my cock while it’s so deep.”

The orgasm washed over you in warm waves, your walls clamping down hard on his length. Sunoo moaned beautifully high and sweet fucking you through it with precise, passionate strokes. “Yes… ahh, just like that. You’re squeezing me so perfectly.” His own climax followed quickly, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside you with a long, breathy whimper of your name, filling you with warmth.

Afterwards, Sunoo stayed buried inside, collapsing gently onto you with his face tucked into your neck. He pressed dozens of tiny, affectionate kisses across your skin, giggling breathlessly. “That was amazing I didn’t expect my night to end like this, but I’m so happy.” His voice was soft and satisfied, full of that signature sunshine even post-orgasm.

He rolled carefully to the side, pulling you with him so you remained spooned together, his softening cock still nestled comfortably inside your heat. The string lights twinkled above as he wrapped both arms around you, one leg hooked over yours to keep you close. “We’re sleeping just like this,” he declared cutely, nuzzling your hair. “I don’t want to pull out yet. You feel too warm and nice like my personal heater.”

Sunoo continued humming softly, his fingers drawing hearts on your arm as the afterglow wrapped around you both. He whispered sweet praises how much he loved your boldness, how perfect the connection felt, how he’d smile thinking about this during tomorrow’s schedule. The room filled with quiet contentment, his bright personality making the filthy act feel loving and special. No rush to separate, just prolonged closeness under the pretty lights, bodies joined and hearts synced.

◟✿ jungwon ˒ The dorm’s small home office nook off the main living area was quiet under the soft glow of a desk lamp. It was deep into the night, long after the other members had retreated to their rooms. Jungwon, ever the responsible leader, sat at the wooden table with his laptop open, reviewing tomorrow’s schedule and scribbling notes on a notepad. He wore a simple black hoodie and gray sweat shorts, his dark hair slightly messy from running his fingers through it in concentration. His sharp, cat like eyes scanned the screen with focused intensity, but his shoulders carried that subtle tiredness only you could notice. A half empty mug of herbal tea sat beside him, steam long gone.

You had been watching him from the doorway, admiring the way he carried the weight of the group with such quiet grace. Without speaking, you approached from behind, sliding your arms around his shoulders first. Jungwon turned his head with a soft smile, about to greet you, but you moved faster. You slipped onto his lap facing him, straddling his thighs right there at the table. Before he could set his pen down, your hand dipped into his shorts, stroking his cock from soft to fully hard in quick, practiced motions thick, veined, and curving just right.

Jungwon’s breath hitched sharply. “Y/N, what are you—” The words dissolved into a low, surprised groan as you pushed his shorts aside and sank down onto him in one steady, deliberate motion. You took him all the way in, your slick walls enveloping every inch until you were fully seated in his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside your warm heat. No movement. Just cockwarming, right there at the desk with his laptop still glowing behind you.

His eyes widened, pupils blowing wide in the dim light. “Oh wow,” Jungwon breathed, his voice that perfect mix of youthful and commanding. His hands instinctively gripped your hips, fingers pressing into your skin through the thin fabric of your oversized tee. He sat perfectly still, processing the sudden velvet grip surrounding him. His cock twitched powerfully inside you, swelling thicker as your pussy fluttered and adjusted around his length. You could feel the subtle curve pressing firmly against your front wall, his pulse beating steadily deep within.

For a long moment, Jungwon just stared at you, cheeks flushing a soft pink that contrasted his leader aura. A small, breathless chuckle escaped him, low and slightly disbelieving. “Right here? While I’m working on schedules?” His tone held fond exasperation, but his dark eyes gleamed with instant heat. “You really chose now to warm me like this so sudden and bold.”

He leaned back slightly in the chair, careful not to dislodge you, the wooden seat creaking softly under your combined weight. The new position him seated at the table, you fully impaled on his cock with your legs wrapped around his waist made everything feel incredibly intimate and risky, the open nook adding a thrill of possible discovery. Jungwon’s hands slid under your shirt, palms warm against your bare back as he pulled you closer until your chests touched. “You’re so wet already,” he murmured, voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Sliding down on me without any warning my sneaky kitten.”

Jungwon’s response was measured yet intensely focused. He didn’t thrust or grind immediately. Instead, he held you there, savoring the deep connection while his laptop screen dimmed behind you. His fingers traced slow, soothing circles on your lower back, then lower to cup your ass, holding you flush so not even a centimeter of his cock escaped your heat. “Stay still for me,” he said softly, almost like a gentle order. “I want to feel every pulse. How you’re squeezing me so perfectly right now.”

The cockwarming stretched in charged silence. Jungwon’s discipline as leader showed in his restraint he remained almost motionless, only allowing tiny, controlled flexes of his cock inside you. Each deliberate throb made you both inhale sharply. “Feel that?” he whispered against your ear, lips brushing the shell. “That’s what you do to me. Just sitting here, warm and tight around my cock it’s driving me crazy in the best way.”

He turned his head to nuzzle your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your throat while one hand slipped between your bodies to rest just above where you were joined, feeling the heat radiating there. No direct touching yet, just heightening awareness. “You’re dripping onto my shorts,” he observed quietly, a hint of teasing amusement in his voice. “All this slick just from warming me at the table?”

The desk lamp cast soft shadows across his sharp features as he continued light conversation mixed with filth, his tone calm yet increasingly strained. He occasionally glanced at the laptop screen, pretending to check a note, but his attention was entirely on the way your walls hugged him. “This schedule can wait,” he decided, closing the lid with one hand without shifting you. “You’re more important right now.”

Jungwon’s hands roamed with purpose cupping your breasts under the shirt, thumbs circling your nipples until they hardened. He rolled them gently, then a little firmer, drawing soft whimpers from you. “So responsive,” he praised, voice low and velvety. “Every time you clench, I feel it all the way up my spine. You’re going to make me lose focus completely.” Sweat began to form on his brow, his hoodie suddenly feeling too warm. He tugged it off one-handed, revealing his toned torso, then pulled you tighter against his bare chest.

The position allowed for subtle shifts. Jungwon tilted his hips minimally in the chair, changing the angle just enough to nudge a new sensitive spot inside you without breaking the cockwarming stillness. The motion made your clit grind lightly against his pelvis, sending sparks through both of you. “There,” he murmured with a small, satisfied smile. “Feel how deep I am? Filling you up so well while we sit here like nothing’s happening.”

Your breathing grew heavier, matching his. Jungwon’s cat-like eyes darkened, restraint fraying at the edges despite his composed exterior. His thighs tensed beneath you, muscles flexing as he fought the urge to move. “You’re trembling on me,” he noted, one hand stroking your thigh soothingly while the other gripped your waist. “So needy already. My strong, independent baby initiating this…it’s adorable and so hot.”

The tension built unbearably. Jungwon’s cock throbbed constantly now, leaking inside you. He captured your lips in a deep kiss, then turning hungry, tongue sliding against yours with growing desperation. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “I can’t stay still much longer,” he confessed, voice rougher. “You feel too incredible. Hot, wet, wrapped around every inch of me.”

With a quiet groan, Jungwon pushed the chair back from the table. Still fully connected, he stood carefully, lifting you with surprising strength. Your legs tightened around his waist as he carried you the few steps to the nearby couch in the nook, lowering you onto it on your back without ever pulling out. The new position him hovering above you, cock buried deep allowed better leverage.

“Eyes on me,” Jungwon commanded softly, that natural leader tone sending a thrill through you. He began to move slow, deep rolls of his hips that kept him mostly sheathed, grinding rather than pounding at first. Each thrust was precise, hitting that perfect curve against your walls. The wet sounds of your connection filled the quiet space, obscene against the earlier silence of schedules.

“You surprised me tonight,” he panted, hips snapping a little harder. “Taking what you want while I was trying to be responsible such a bratty leader’s girl.” One hand braced beside your head while the other slipped between you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm, expert circles. His pace built steadily, powerful yet controlled, exactly like Jungwon focused entirely on your pleasure.

The orgasm hit you intensely, walls convulsing hard around his thick cock. Jungwon moaned low, burying his face in your neck as he fucked you through it, thrusts deepening. “That’s it squeeze me just like that so good for me.” His own release followed swiftly. He pushed to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you with a quiet, guttural groan of your name, warm pulses filling you completely.

Afterwards, Jungwon stayed buried deep, collapsing carefully over you with his weight comforting. He pressed tender kisses to your face, your lips, your eyelids, his breathing gradually slowing. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, voice hoarse but full of affection. “I love when you pull me away from work like this. reminds me I need balance too.”

◟✿ niki ˒ The dim glow of Niki’s gaming setup illuminated the corner of his room. He was slouched in his ergonomic chair, long legs stretched out under the desk, wearing only black basketball shorts and an oversized hoodie. Headphones sat around his neck as he laughed into the phone call with Jake, who was away visiting family and catching up on random stories. The speaker was on, Jake’s cheerful Aussie voice filling the quiet space while Niki played with a fidget toy in his free hand.

“Yeah, hyung, the new choreography is brutal on the knees. I keep telling the choreographer we need more breaks—” Ni-ki’s words cut off mid sentence as you quietly entered and approached him from the front.

His eyes flicked up, a playful smirk already forming, assuming you were just there to bother him like usual. But you didn’t give him time to react properly. You tugged his shorts down just enough to free his cock, already half hard from the casual laziness of the late hour. A few firm strokes later, he was fully erect long, thick, and flushed. Without breaking eye contact, you straddled his lap, pulled your panties aside, and sank straight down onto him in one smooth, relentless motion.

All of him disappeared inside you in seconds, your walls stretching around his impressive length until you were flush against his pelvis, fully seated on his cock while he was still on the phone.

Niki’s entire body jerked. His free hand shot to your hip, gripping hard, knuckles whitening. A choked sound escaped him before he could stop it. “—uh, yeah, I’m still here, hyung,” he managed, voice suddenly deeper and strained. His sharp eyes locked onto yours with a mix of shock, panic, and burning heat. His cock pulsed wildly inside you, thickening even more at the unexpected, scorching grip of your pussy.

Jake’s voice continued casually on the speaker. “You okay? You sound weird.”

Niki swallowed thickly, biting the inside of his cheek. You stayed perfectly still, impaled on him, the fullness overwhelming in the most delicious way. The risk of the ongoing call made everything sharper. “Just… stubbed my toe on the desk keep going,” he lied, forcing a breathy laugh. His long fingers dug into your thigh under the desk, a silent warning and plea at the same time.

You clenched around him deliberately. Niki’s head tipped back against the chair, eyes fluttering shut for a second as he fought to stay composed. The new position him seated upright in the gaming chair, you in his lap facing him, bodies joined while Jake chatted away felt dangerously intimate. His cock throbbed rhythmically against your walls, the subtle curve pressing right into a sensitive spot that made your breath hitch quietly.

“Shit you’re evil,” he mouthed silently at you, not daring to speak it aloud. Sweat already beaded on his forehead. He tried to focus on the call, nodding along to whatever Jake was saying about food recommendations, but his free hand roamed your body under your shirt instead. Long fingers traced your ribs, then cupped your breast, thumb brushing your nipple in slow, teasing circles that matched none of the calm tone he forced into his voice.

Every tiny shift of your hips even the involuntary clenches made his jaw clench. “Yeah, that place sounds good, hyung. We should go when you’re back,” Niki replied, but his voice had dropped an octave, husky and rough around the edges. You could feel him leaking inside you, the warmth spreading as your arousal coated his length and dripped down onto his shorts.

The call dragged on. Jake kept talking, completely oblivious. Niki’s usual boundless energy was now channeled into pure restraint. He mouthed filthy things at you between responses “So fucking wet,” “You’re gonna pay for this,” and “Don’t you dare move yet.” His long legs trembled slightly under you, muscles taut from holding still. The chair creaked faintly whenever he involuntarily flexed his cock deep inside your heat.

You leaned forward, resting your head against his shoulder, lips brushing his neck. Niki’s breath stuttered audibly. “Sorry dropped something,” he quickly told Jake, covering for the noise. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, not to touch your clit, but to press lightly just above where you were stretched around him, feeling the obscene bulge of his cock inside you. The pressure made you both shudder.

Minutes felt like hours. The cockwarming was torturous in the best way no big movements, just the constant, throbbing fullness while Niki multitasked on the call. His hoodie suddenly felt too hot he tugged at the collar with his teeth, eyes half lidded and dark as he stared at you. The fairy lights you’d helped him string earlier twinkled softly, casting shifting colors across his flushed face and sharp jawline.

Finally, Jake said something about calling it a night. “Alright dude don’t stay up too late gaming.”

“Yeah… yeah, I won’t,” Niki rasped. The second the call ended, he ripped the headphones off and tossed the phone onto the desk with a clatter. Both hands gripped your ass immediately, squeezing hard.

“You absolute menace,” he growled, voice raw and no longer restrained. A wicked, breathless grin broke across his face. “Sitting on my cock the entire time I was talking to Jake? I almost moaned your name, you know that?” He rolled his hips upward in one sharp, controlled thrust, driving himself impossibly deeper. The sudden friction after so much stillness ripped a moan from both of you.

Niki didn’t flip you or move to the bed. Instead, he stayed right there in the chair, using his long legs and strong core for leverage. He guided you into a slow, grinding rhythm deep, circular rolls that kept him buried almost completely while hitting every sensitive angle. His height advantage let him lean in and bite at your collarbone, sucking marks that would be hidden by clothes tomorrow.

“Feel how deep I am?” he panted against your skin, voice playful yet wrecked. “You took all of me while I was trying to sound normal. So fucking tight and sloppy now.” One hand finally moved to your clit, rubbing fast, messy circles with those long fingers. The wet sounds of your connection were loud in the now silent room obscene and slick.

He kept the pace torturously controlled at first, savoring the way you fluttered and clenched after the long wait. “You’re shaking already,” he teased, nipping your earlobe. “Was it the risk? Knowing Jake hyung could’ve heard me lose it?” His thrusts grew sharper, more energetic, hips snapping up to meet you each time you sank down. The chair rolled slightly on the floor from the force.

The buildup was intense and different no soft kisses or long praise sessions like the others. Just raw, teasing energy mixed with pure need. Niki’s stamina showed as he fucked up into you relentlessly while keeping you anchored in his lap.

“Come on,” he urged, voice dropping into that deep timbre. “Let me feel you come while I’m still so full inside you. Right here where I was talking to hyung five minutes ago.”

Your orgasm crashed hard, walls spasming violently around his thick length. Niki cursed loudly thrusting through it with powerful strokes, drawing out every wave. His own release hit seconds later he buried himself to the hilt, long body shuddering as he came deep inside you, hot pulses filling you while he groaned your name against your neck.

Afterwards, Niki didn’t pull out. He slumped back in the chair, arms wrapped loosely around you, still buried deep. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his lips. “That was insane best worst idea ever.” He pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to your temple, then another to your lips lingering and warm.

You were needy. So fucking needy. But you would feel bad if you interrupted Fuma's down time by asking him to make you come.

At least, at first.

"Fuck," you huffed to yourself, standing up from the couch and hastily making your way to the bedroom where Fuma was gaming online with his friends.

He turned his head slightly, sending you a small smile in acknowledgement when he heard you open the door before going back to his round.

"Shit! On your right!" He yelled into the mic, leaning forward in focus and pressing the buttons quicker as he sniped his opponents.

Your heartbeat increased, thighs squeezing together as you watched his fingers, the way they moved on the controller so precisely. Calculated. Your stomach twisted. Fuck, you needed him to tap against your clit like that, to press inside of your walls instead.

You whimpered, quiet enough that Fuma couldn't hear you over his headset as you got on your knees and slipped below the desk in front of him. He peered down at you for a moment, eyebrows furrowed slightly, until the game required his attention again.

You watched him shift in his seat, listening to the vibrations of his controller. Every time he moved, you saw the tip of his cock push against the material of his sweatpants. He wasn't hard yet, but you could see his bulge slowly developing.

You licked your lips, pawing at his waistband. Fuma gave you a look of warning, but once he saw your glossy, begging eyes, he was done for; mouth dropping, thighs parting, back slouching a little bit more in the seat.

He inhaled sharply, legs jerking as you took him into your mouth, licking one long stripe up his length before kitty-licking his tip. His head fell back a little, causing his hood to fall to his shoulders. You steadily picked up your pace, Fuma leaning forward and holding you in place by pressing his elbows into your back because he still needed his hands for the controller. He rutted into you, the sounds of you choking on his cock causing him to mute the headset.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned, short thrusts against your tongue sending him closer to the tipping point, "gonna come."

His body shook, hands nearly dropping the controller onto your back as his arms pushed you even further around him so you could milk him dry. He grunted, hot white ropes dripping down your throat. He lifted his weight off of you, grabbing your strands and pulling you off his cock to see your beautifully ruined face; cheeks flushed, cum coating your swollen, pretty pink lips.

He unmuted his mic for a moment, "I gotta pause for a second guys, hold on," then looked down at you with a devilish smirk. "Someone's needy," he cooed, pulling you up gently by your shoulders, "why don't you sit on my cock while I finish playing with my friends, hm?" Your eyes sparkled, nodding as you began to slide your pants off of your body.

He grabbed your hips the second they left your ankles, spinning you around and slipping his cock into you, already ready to fill you up once more. "F–Fuma," you stuttered, his length brushing against every inch of your walls as he bottomed you out. You felt so perfect, so full.

He licked just below your earlobe before biting down, your body jolting at the sensation of his sinking teeth. He hummed against you, his speed picking up.

"Why don't I unmute the mic for a little, yeah?" He suggested smugly, hand sliding down the front of your body until he reached your exposed cunt. He pressed into your clit, circling steadily. "Try to keep quiet while I fuck you like this."

You tried. Really tried. But Fuma had a way of hitting your sweet spot so perfectly every time that eventually you were gripping the sides of his desk, meeting him halfway as you fucked yourself desperately on his cock.

He pushed the microphone of his headset away from his mouth enough so he could lean over and whisper in your ear. "You know what? let them hear you, baby," he sent one deep, hard thrust into your cunt, and you whimpered, "let them know how good I'm fucking you."

And so you did, screaming and crying desperately as your body trembled, sweat pooling at your forehead, cum gushing out of you and coating his cock and thighs. "Fuck– Fuma– fuck!"

He laughed, almost sinisterly, still pounding into you until you were completely finished.

"Fuma, what the–"

"Gotta go, guys," he cut off his friend, shutting down the computer immediately.

He barely gave you any time to come down before lifting you off his cock and spreading your legs apart while you stayed perched on his lap. "I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart," he taunted, handle of the Xbox controller slowly entering your hole. You gasped. "I'm just getting started."

there was something almost unfair about how cute she looked when she was annoyed; her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, brows drawn together, lips moving so quickly he could barely keep up. every now and then she’d pause for a second like she expected him to react more dramatically.

instead, he smirked lightly, “you’re cute when you’re mad, you know.”

she froze mid-sentence, staring at him.

“did you just call me cute? i’m literally trying to tell you something-”

“yeah.” he shrugged, utterly unfazed, “i know.”

her mouth dropped open, “see this is what i mean! you’re not taking this seriously. i’m trying to tell you what happened and you’re-”

she didn’t even get to finished because in one swift motion, riki had pushed himself upright and leaned in, his hand coming up to gently catch her wrist. before she could scold him for moving or doing anything but listening to her, his lips were pressed against hers in a quick kiss - it was soft enough to feel like a tease but perfectly timed to cut off her words. just enough to leave her momentarily speechless.

when he pulled back, her brain took a second longer to catch up than she’d like to admit. she blinked up at her boyfriend who was smiling like he was way too pleased with himself.

“..what…”

“sorry.” he said, clearly not sorry at all, “you were talking too much.”

her jaw dropped, “excuse me?”

riki softly laughed under his breath. his hand was still loosely wrapped around her wrist and his thumb started brushing absentminded circles against her skin, “i was listening!” he added, “but you looked like you needed a break.”

“i did not-”

he leaned in again. another kiss. this time, it was a lot softer and a lot more deliberate, lingering for a few seconds enough to make her thoughts melt into complete static.

when he pulled away, there was a playful glint in his brown eyes that made her stomach flip despite herself.

“continue.”

y/n stared at him in disbelief because how dare he think she could actually continue talking after what he’d just done. he knew the affect he had on her, what his kisses did to her, and she was completely thrown off now. all the frustration from earlier had tangled up with the warmth creeping onto her cheeks.

“you’re unbelievable.”

“mhm,” he hummed, “go on.”

she tried. she really did.

“a-and then she said that i was being dramatic, which-”her words faltered slightly when his touch slipped from her hand and went to her waist, his fingers resting there like it was the most natural thing in the world and he hadn’t just short-circuited her thoughts.

“and?” he prompted, watching her closely now. her breath hitched.

“and…” y/n repeated, but there was no bite left in her tone because his thumb was rubbing softly into her side, completely distracting, grounding and infuriatingly gentle. his fingers skimmed the edge of her top, dangerously close to sneaking under her shirt and it was driving her insane.

suddenly, whatever the hell she’d been upset about felt very, very far away.

“lost your train of thought?”

she narrowed her eyes at him but there was no real annoyance left - just a warm, flustered kind of frustration, “this is your fault.”

“probably.”

y/n huffed and crossed her arms, though she didn’t move even an inch.

“…she said i was dramatic.” she tried again. her tone was a little quieter but riki still caught it, he still revelled in her cute little sigh of irritation and the way she suddenly got so shy under his gaze.

he nodded slowly, leaning closer a bit more and flashing her that smile he knew made her weak in the knees, “yeah?”

“and i said-”

he kissed her again. this one was longer than the others, still just as soft, still just as distracting. his lips slotted over hers like they were made to mould together, and his arm slid from the side of her waist to her back, pulling her until she was practically glued to him. y/n inhaled sharply as her words dissolved completely, yet she still kissed him back, still let her hand travel to his chest as if wanting to push him away but she didn’t have it in her to.

when he pulled back after basically stealing her breath, words and thoughts all at once, riki grinned down at her, unable to hide it.

“sorry, baby.” he muttered, voice dipped in mischief.

y/n stared at her boyfriend for a second before lightly shoving his shoulder, “stop interrupting me!”

“then finish your story.”

she opened her mouth to argue but then she noticed the way he was looking at her: attentive and amused, soft in a way he didn’t show often. he was enjoying this, and she knew he loved teasing her, he did it practically ten times a day which is why that look alone made it impossible to stay mad.

“…you’re so annoying.” she mumbled. riki just smiled that cute, boyish, boxy smile she loved so much, the one that made his features soften so sweetly, and she just knew she couldn’t ever stay mad at him.

“mhm, but you like me.” he playfully leaned forward and grazed his nose against hers before pressing a tiny peck to her cheek. y/n tried to roll her eyes but the breathy chuckle she let out gave her away.

“…maybe.”

“good.” both his arms slipped around her waist then, pulling her fully into his side until she was tucked comfortably against him. the blanket shifted around them as she instinctively curled closer, one arm wrapping around his middle.

riki planted a soft kiss to her hairline.