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he knew you were older than him, he got his info by “subtly” asking his friend about you and everything he wanted to know about you. things like, ‘how old is she?’ and ‘does she have a boyfriend? is she talking to anyone?’ he was convinced he was slick, that nobody notices his motives when it comes to you.

nothing progressed between the two of you after meeting and getting acquainted. no socials were exchanged, no numbers - nothing. ryul didn’t really know how to approach you for it without seeming desperate. maybe he didn’t want you to think (or know) that he was desperate to be in contact with you.

it wasn’t until the time he saw you crying in a secluded area that started everything between the two of you. he found out that a guy had made you sad, led you on and left you within a span of 20 minutes upon finding you sobbing your eyes out. ryul doesn’t think with his dick, he comforted you and let you cry on his shoulder. you took him up on the offer and cried as much as your heart desired. he ended up walking you home that day and was finally able to ask for your number.

you had your fair share of partners. they came and go, ryul observing them as they go. each time, you were disappointed. you thought, aren’t we a little too grown to be acting like kids?

and ryul hated seeing the disappointment in your eyes after a failed relationship, finally deciding that it was his time to show and prove to you that his age won’t be an issue with you.

“noona,” ryul said to you, his eyes trained on yours as he stood tall in front of you. his confidence was spilling everywhere, it almost made your heart skip a beat. “i want you.”

his bluntness struck like a blade, it was almost hard to process what he said to you. he shook his head, a lopsided grin playing on his lips, “nah, i need you. one chance is all i need with you.”

you crossed your arms against your chest, eyebrows knitting together just lightly. “i don’t go for younger guys, ryul.”

he nodded, head hanging low with his hands in his pockets but that damn smirk never left his lips. he looked up at you, “you know i’m not just some younger guy, noona, you know me.”

he closed the gap between the two of you, the smell of his cologne filling your nose and only then did it hit how close he had gotten to you in a couple of steps. your gazes meet, his stare was intense yet soft, yearning for more.

“you haven’t tried me,” ryul said, his voice lower than before. his eyebrow twitched at the way your eyebrows furrowed, “i don’t care about other guys, i promise i’m nothing like them. you know i’ll treat you well… i’ll make you feel good, right?”

there it was, the promise that he was nothing like other guys, that he was different. you’ve heard that line countless and millions of times before, it was starting to lose its meaning and specialty. his words made you scoff, head nodding as if you believe him. ryul scanned your face, the frustration bubbling inside him when he concluded you don’t believe him. “i’ve heard all of that before, ryul, it’s really nothing special. like i said, i don’t go for younger guys.”

for a second, there was silence. “… plus you’re my friend’s friend, isn’t that a little weird?”

ryul’s expression turned as if he thinks you were joking. he let out a little scoff, “what- you think i care about what he thinks if we got together?”

everything that came out of his mouth was another level of disbelief on your end. ryul let out a soft sigh, his hand scratching the back of his neck, “i honestly don’t give a shit what anyone thinks. i need you, that’s what matters to me.”

he didn’t let you say another word, taking your hands in his. his hands were soft, a little calloused but it’s only there when you really take the time to feel his touch. you felt your cheeks heat up, ryul took notice of your flustered expression and chuckled. “please… let me prove it to you. i’ll take you out, buy you flowers when you least expect it…”

your vision blurred when ryul leaned into your ear, and you could feel the smirk on his lips when he uttered the words, “make you feel good… aren’t you curious about me? even just a little bit?”

he pulled away, head tilted to the side as he awaited your answer. everything depended on what you’ll say, and the thought of you and ryul being intimate made your head spin in circles. you closed your eyes, letting out a soft huff, “fine, you’ll have one chance to prove yourself. starting today.”

this made the smirk on ryul’s lips grow wider, fingers now intertwined. “let me give you a ride home, noona.”

you should’ve expected it when ryul had pulled up into his apartment building. you weren’t going home for the night.

as soon as the door clicked shut, ryul’s hands were all over you. his touch was desperate, as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. every dip and curve under his hand was mapped in his brain, like discovering new terrain. he savored every moan and whimper from your lips, the chill down his spine going straight to his hardening cock.

for a second he stopped, lips parted and eyebrows knitted together as he studied your flustered face, now a little confused as to why he stopped. his eyes flickered between your dazed eyes, then down to your parted lips, and he instantly captured your lips.

a soft moan escaped him, the sweet taste of your lips was a reward to him.

his arm wrapped around your waist, pressing you closer against him and he begins walking back to his bedroom. the kiss broke for a moment, just to open the door and let you in.

his room was what you’d expect in a man’s room; though it was neat, his bed wasn’t made as the blanket was tossed over, he had a small collection of colognes sitting on top of his dark dresser. some of his clothes laid on the carpeted floor, hoodies and jeans scattered about.

ryul sat on the edge of his bed, rummaging through his matching dark bedside table. his things inside the drawer were thrown about, ryul muttering soft curses under his breath.

through his peripheral he could see you standing in the middle of the room, observing his dimly lit room. ryul stopped what he was doing, his attention now on you. he extended his hand, motioning you to come closer. you padded towards him, standing between his legs and ryul guided you onto his lap. you straddled him, hands placed on his broad shoulders, his arms resting on your thighs as he studied your face with a smile on his face.

“what?” you asked, fighting the smile on your lips. ryul let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he smoothed your messy hair.

“nothing,” he answered. “i’ve been waiting for my turn for a really long time.”

you didn’t answer him, instead pressing your lips on his once more. it didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass and slowly grinding you down on him. ryul was impossibly hard, it was almost frustrating for him.

he tugged on the hem of your top, silently asking if he could remove it. ryul studied your expression, even the slightest bit of discomfort was enough to stop what he was doing. he wanted you to know, in a way, that your comfort and safety was his main priority. so he was most definitely shocked when you gave him the green light to start discarding your clothes off your body.

to ryul, it was like christmas. he was unwrapping the gift wrapper, opening his gift like a kid on christmas morning. you sat before him, in all your beauty. for a second, ryul’s vision blurred. he simply couldn’t believe that this was happening to him.

all the nights he spent shamelessly jacking off to the idea of you, his mind raced with nasty, raunchy scenarios before he went to sleep, hoping he’d have a wet dream. it was all worth it at the end.

“damn..” ryul muttered, leaning close to your torso and pressing soft, feather-like kisses all across your chest. he wanted to worship you, make sure you feel beautiful and loved in every way he had you in. his face scrunched in admiration as he stared at your chest, groaning as he places his warm, slightly calloused hands on them. “please… tell me if you don’t wanna do this.”

you placed your hands on top of his, “i want more, ryul.”

those words spilling from your lips was enough for ryul to take matters into his own hands. he simply couldn’t handle holding everything back. he guided you on your back, right into the pillows. he was like a different man before you, swift and eager.

he lowered down, right at your hips. this time, he didn’t ask for permission to discard your underwear. he hooked his fingers right on the waistband, tugging it down your legs and chuckling at you kicking it off. ryul tapped your thighs, motioning you to open them for him.

the sight of you was so ethereal it made ryul suck in a sharp breath. he laid on his stomach, hands hooking under your thighs to keep them open. his eyes flickered up at you, smirking as he meets your gaze before pressing a kiss right on your heat. the contact made you jump a little, which he did find adorable.

it didn’t take long for ryul to start working on you using his tongue. god, was he skilled at it. he ate you like you were his last meal, lapping up at your heat and savoring your taste graciously. ryul took just as much pleasure as you did, his mind was buzzing at the sounds you were making just from his mouth alone. every now and then, he’d peek at you, eyebrows knitted and fingers threatening to tug at his frost-tipped hair. he took pride in the fact that he could drive you insane just from his tongue alone.

with one last lap, he flattened his tongue and dragged it from your opening up to your sensitive clit. he kissed your lips, pulling away while licking the juices off of his swollen lips. ryul tugged his black tank top off, smiling, “you didn’t cum yet, right?”

you shook your head, blinking your eyes to regain some of your vision. before you sat ryul, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding off the bed to remove them properly. he stood in his boxers, a noticeable restraint caught your attention instantly. there was a wet spot sitting on his tip. you got on your knees and crawled towards him, fingertip pressing on the wet spot. ryul groaned at the touch, hissing. “what are you doing..?”

you hooked your fingers into the waistband, pulling the boxers down to set him free. his cock springs out, right in front of your face. it was pretty - definitely prettier than the ones you’ve seen before him.

ryul was throbbing, so turned on that it hurts. he watched you intensely, anticipating your next moves. and when he felt your hand wrap around his shaft, if he didn’t have any experience, he would’ve cum all over your face already.

you gave him a few pumps before wrapping your lips around his tip, occasionally glancing up at him through your lashes. ryul would throw his head back, hand hovering on your head as if fighting the urge to put it on top of your head and guide you. he couldn’t, he wanted to see what you’d do.

you worked your way down on him, inch by inch you took all of him in your mouth. ryul’s head was spinning at the warmth of your mouth, fighting the urge to thrust his hips relentlessly. his chest heaved as you worked, hands twisting as you took all of his length.

“f-fuck, wait,” ryul uttered out, placing his hand on your head. you pulled off with a pop, swallowing the excess spit in your mouth. ryul groaned at the sight of you, lips wet from sucking him. he leaned down, lips connecting once again, your taste and his taste now mixing.

ryul motioned you to rest on the pillows, positioning himself in between your legs. he reached over his bedside table, grumbling as he remembered he didn’t have any spare condoms. that’s what he was looking for earlier.

“look.. noona, i don’t have condoms left,” he said, resting on his hands on either side of your hips. his eyes traveled from your eyes, to your nose, to your lips, then back to your eyes. he seemed to give you a choice without openly saying what they were.

you cupped his cheek gently, pinching at it. “don’t worry about it, ryul. you can pull out, can’t you?”

you watched ryul’s lips pull into a smirk, his head bobbed in a nod before leaning to press his lips against yours. his hands rested on your hips, pulling you gently and closer to him. the kiss breaks, and ryul begins positioning himself right against your entrance.

he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times to serve as a warm up. you noticed him scrunch his face, asking, “i really hate to ask but you’ve done it before, right? i mean..”

you let out a giggle, “yes, i have. you have as well, it seems.”

ryul lowers himself down just a bit, his leaking tip pressed against yours slick. he slowly pushed in, groaning at the warm yet tight sensation of your cunt wrapping around his sensitive tip. “y-yeah.. but i’ll be the only guy you can fuck from now on. don’t look at anyone else, alright?”

ryul slid all the way in with ease, partially amazed at how slick and slippery you were just for him. your gasp sent a chill down his spine, fingers finding one another and intertwining as support. ryul adjusted himself slightly on his knees, a soft groan leaving his lips as he felt the tiniest pressure of you clamping around his cock. “tell me when to move… please..”

ryul became whiny, his voice was softer as he desperately moved his hips just a tiny bit for some sort of friction inside you. though, you found how eager he is to fuck you so endearing and cute. you let the stillness in you drag on for a second longer, to which ryul huffed in frustration. “can i move now, please..? please… i wanna fuck you so bad, noona..”

as soon as you nodded, ryul’s shoulders rolled back and the grip on your hips tightened. it started off slow, getting used to his length and thickness but it didn’t take long until ryul found a good consistency.

he slid in and out so easily, it was making your head spin in spirals. his eyebrows knitted together, hips snapping into yours with great force. his room was now filled by your moans, his name spilling out of your mouth like a prayer, and your skins making lewd sounds together.

ryul’s hips were beginning to stutter, halting every once in a while. this kept pushing back your orgasm, each edge earned him a cry. “ryul…” you whined, gripping the sheets on your side.

he smirked, hips now rolling into yours. ryul leaned down, lips hovering over the shell of your ear. “d’you wanna cum..? should i let you?”

his relentless teasing and slow thrusts was driving you insane, you couldn’t help but wrap your trembling legs around his waist. a groan escaped ryul’s throat, his cock now buried even deeper inside.

ryul props himself up, steadying himself before thrusting himself faster. the bed began to creak, all you knew to say was ryul’s name, and he gloated in it. you could feel your high coming at an intense speed, ryul noticed the way you were clenching around him.

“cum,” ryul commanded, his hips now becoming sloppy and his grip on you was beginning to slide. he helped you push over the edge, a loud moan erupting from your throat as your back arched. the orgasm was intense, moans spilling like a prayer as ryul continues to fuck into you to let you ride it out. “fuck.. fuck..”

as soon as you’ve calmed down, ryul adjusted his stance and kept thrusting, chasing his own high. his hips were sloppy, his low groans turned into soft moans.

“shit..” he swore under his breath, pulling his cock out from your warm and overstimulated cunt and pumping himself onto your stomach. his cum spurted all over your glistening skin, moaning your name as he does so. ryul took a moment to admire his creation; you so incredibly fucked out underneath him, skin painted with his cum.

he laid beside you, grabbing your hand and pressing a soft kiss on the back of it. ryul turned your face over to him, a kiss planted right on your parted lips.

“thank you for giving me a chance.”

thinking abt riding ohyul in the studio late at night whilst he’s wearing these thick frames. face flushed and hair fucked as he chokes on another sob as you bounce up n down, gummy walls clenching so tight around his thick cock. he can’t help but throw his head back as endless streams of moans leave his pretty mouth, lips biting them raw as you slow your pace down. you grind your hips down fully, ass flushed against his thighs so you can feel every inch rubbing inside. he grips onto your waist for mercy, lashes fluttering up at you w those pretty eyes as he begs you to let him cum.

“s’good, need it. feel s’good, hah, please go faster baby.” he croaks out shakily, eyes rolling back as he ruts his hips up fucking his wet cock back into your tight pussy. your fingers trail down to your clit, rubbing it frantically as you tighten up again. you resume your fast pace again, babbling praises of him being such a good boy but all he’s focusing on is his hips meeting halfway up as you bounce down, the wet sounds shamelessly filling the empty studio room. ohyul could sense you were close as your thighs trembled on top of him, each thrust punching a small sob out of you. he was so close too and you both cry out, ohyul filling your wet cunt w his sticky cum. he threw his head back with a long drawn out moan, glasses now askew on his fucked out face. you collapsed forward onto his chest, panting softly to catch your breath but he’s already half hard again, lazily fucking his cum back into your creamy cunt to make more of a mess.

ohyul didn't think much of the chocolates. just a small box left behind after a fansign, looking like they’d give him diabetes if he ate them all so he just had one. and another one absentmindedly, stretched out across the living room sofa while waiting for you, his girlfriend, to come home.

and that’s when a sudden wave of heat flushed through his body, making him gasp as he clutches weakly at his chest. warmth pooled in his lower stomach, arousal creeping up and it was all too much. he slid down fully onto the floor, breathing uneven as his clammy palms gripped the forming tent in his pants. a pathetic whine slipped from his mouth before he could stop it, cheeks flushed and mind hazy as he eyes your bedroom door. ohyul didn’t even remember moving but he somehow made it onto your bed, the familiar scent of you guiding him to your pillow as he breathes it in, groaning as he ruts his hips into the soft bedsheets, the delicious friction easing his aching cock.

ohyul felt hypersensitive all over, his need for you spilling out in broken sounds as he smushes your used jumper he found in your dirty laundry onto his face, breathing in your scent greedily, muffling whimpers of your name as he fists his weeping cock. but it wasn’t enough. he ripped through your laundry again until his hands brushed against those red lacy panties you always wear, for him.

he didn’t hesitate to wrap the material around his heavy cock, using it jerk himself off as he whines shamelessly, tilting his head back as he soaks through the lacy material where your pussy was. he was imagining vividly of your wet sticky cunt swallowing his greedy cock in so easily, fucking into you so deep as you cry and cream on his cock. you always look so pretty underneath him, groping your bouncing tits as he latches onto a nipple, your sweet moans in his ear. it didn’t take long for him to fill your panties with his cum, hips twitching up as he releases his seed but the arousal didn't die down. ohyul let out a cry of frustration, doe eyes brimming with tears as his pathetic cock hardens again, aching for more.

and that’s when you walk in, bag dropping at the pathetic sight of your boyfriend in front of you. on your bed. ohyul was sniffling, eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed. he was panting softly and as your eyes trailed down you saw his pants shoved carelessly halfway down his legs along with his boxers, his cock pulsing in his hand with what seems like your favourite panties wrapped around it, except it’s covered in his thick cum. you were speechless to say the least, eyebrows raised as he shuffles closer to you.

“y/n, b-baby, please, need you s’bad. it hurts - help me, need your pussy on my cock, please.” he sobbed, words slurring as he looks up at you with puppy eyes before hanging his head down in shame. he saw the look on your face and he knows it’s not a good one. he watched with teary eyes your legs striding over before his head was being tilted up forcefully, yelping softly as you pulled on his soft hair. you trailed a hand down his face softly, seeing how ruined he looks already and he hasn’t even touched you yet. but you weren’t giving in that easily.

“well clearly you don’t need my help.” you muttered at him, pointing at your ruined panties that are still covering his cock.

ohyul whimpered and shook his head, “n-no! i do! please yn i’ll make it up to you, i promise.” he croaked out, throwing the panties away somewhere before nuzzling into your hand that was still caressing his face. “please lemme fuck you, i’ll do it so good.” he begged, his glazed over eyes still in contact with yours as he lazily kisses the palm of your hand.

icl ohyul will do anything to get his dick wet from you

once he’s in that sub state there’s nonstop whining, breathy moans, broken little sounds into your ear. he doesn’t shut up, purring into your ears about how much he needs you to take care of him

if he’s bold enough he’s grabbing your hand to place it on top of his aching bulge so you could feel how bad he wants it

you’re slapping his hands away from yours with a grumble, not in the mood for his pathetic attempts at getting your attention

he doesn’t even care when you do lol zero thoughts behind those pretty doll eyes of his he’s already completely gone for you

shameless. he has no problem whipping out old sleepy voice notes you send to him as he jacks off over your pretty voice whispering into his ears

not long after he’s scrabbling at his phone to dial your number so you can talk to him whilst he’s fucking into his slicked up hand

when you do eventually pick up you instantly hear the schlick schlick noises and soft breathy whimpers coming out of him. he’s horrible at hiding this from you

“h-hey baby. hah, how was your day? mm, talk to me.”

you snort to yourself but decided to play oblivious for now, actually telling him all about your mundane day but that’s all he needed to hear. one particular bit where you raised your voice at something had him gasping, dick throbbing in his hand as he gripped it tight at the base. he didn’t wanna cum yet.

you ask him if he’s ok in that sweet voice of yours. cooing at him as he struggles to form words properly.

“surprised your pathetic dick lasted this long baby. want me to help you cum?

and then a long drawled out whine left his mouth on instinct, he slapped a hand over his mouth quick but it was too late. he knew that you knew what he was doing.

he’s glad you cant see how flushed his face was right now as you talk him through it like you’re right there. making him imagine if you were there right now to play with his pretty cock for him

cums so hard he sees white. babbling thank you's thru the phone and swears on his life he'll make it up to you next time but you already ended the call as soon as he came lol ur so mean

after when you do see him again he’s already clinging onto you

you’re pushing his face away by the jaw and whispering discreetly for him to behave since you’re both in public

but he’s already a needy little mess, shifting in his seat trying to hide how hard he is, his cock straining against his denim jeans

the second he gets a chance he’s dragging you away somewhere private and he’s begging

“please, just once, please i’ll be good i swear” his voice shaky as he grips the hem of your top

cant stay quiet to save his LIFE you’re shoving his jeans down in a rush and your mouth latches onto his pretty flushed cock, sucking the salty tip as muffled whines spill out of him

you motion for him to ruck his shirt up so he can shove it in his mouth as he sobs and drools around it messily as you suck the life out of him

you know he likes it messy so you’re spitting a fat glob of spit onto his dick as you finish jerking him off, his thighs quivering besides you before he cums embarrassingly fast

gasping as if he can't breathe when his cum spurts out, his hips twitching up subconsciously as you make him pull up his pants, shoving his sticky spent up cock back into his wet jeans

he’s walking around after like his brain was wiped clean. in a daze. the uncomfortable sticky feeling of his cock stuffed back into his jeans didn't faze him at all

the only thing on his mind is you promising him to let him hit later

and all of a sudden he’s on his best behaviour, so pathetically obedient for you and eager as he follows you around all day like a clingy puppy

and you get the joy of watching him struggle to hide his painful erection like it wasn’t already obvious from the tight strain and suspicious wet patch on the front

gets so easily overwhelmed just thinking about having his mouth and hands all over you

he’s hovering over you with his hands twitching, clenching unclenching as he waits for you to give him the green light for him to let him touch you

subconsciously wiping the drool that’s pooling in his mouth

there’s smth so pathetic abt the way he grinds into the mattress whilst his face is buried between your thighs as he slobbers all over your cunt like a mutt

messy, desperate, spit, slick, everything covering his chin

he’s holding back ridiculously hard bc you ordered him not to touch his weeping cock

once you had enough you’re gripping his hair tight before shoving him into his back in position, letting you throw him around like a toy for your satisfaction only

clambering over him to finally sink down onto his cock and his eyes are rolling back

he’s getting increasingly louder. soft pretty whimpers slipping out of his messy mouth when you praise him

or degrade him. either way it has his cock twitching inside you

slap his face around and calling him your good boy seems to work wonders because he finishes way too fast as soon as you do

your hips pause when you feel him flooding your pussy with his thick cum, weak hands fumbling at your hips as he’s wheezing for you not to stop

the almost disgusted look on your face as he’s already finished that quick has him teary. the thought of disappointing you making him want to spoil you like crazy and please you more than anything else

so he flips you over and fucks you again, deeper into the mattress, his hips rutting against you like a bunny because he wants you to cum

will ignore his own pleasure if it was for you, his overstimulated cock making him get so whiny as he whispers apologies under his breath for finishing too quick

“am i being good? am i?” his voice wobbly and doe eyes wide

melts when you touch his face gently and gets all fuzzy when you praise him this time for making you feel so good

and that’s all it takes for him to cum again but this time with you, his cum overflowing out your already stuffed pussy in promise for this time for it to stick ♡

one instance, you were freezing in the car while james was driving. during a red light, he took off his jacket, placing it around your shoulders coolly.

“oooh our dad is so sweet to mom” keonho blared from the backseat, the rest hollering simultaneously.

you giggled, “thank you, 老公 (husband).” james just snickered, attempting to keep his cool but not without his ears betraying him.

other times its the boys’ that get too chaotic and running rampant. naturally, james would join in on the antics, although he tends to start them.

james once joked, “these kids are preparing me for fatherhood at this point.”

“i guess i’ll be the mom then” you teased. blissfully unaware of the heat creeping up james’s cheeks.

somewhere in the years spent growing up together, james’s feelings for you blurred the lines of friendship for him. he became hyper-aware whenever you’re standing too close, whenever you held his hand in crowded rooms, whenever you rested your head on his shoulder. he had memorised all your favourite things, from your favourite colour down to your-go-to pickups from sephora.

his (personal) favourite version of you is when you’re extremely exhausted and burned out. it’s when you are too tired to think instead just clung onto him like a parasite. it feels right to have you in his arms, for a moment the world is not against his odds, now that he’s got you with him.

now he’s in a dilemma, hoping the alcohol would drown his feelings but with you being only a few feet away, all his mind focus on was you.

he picks up another glass, if he kisses you tonight, he can blame it on the alcohol.

“you can just throw him on the couch” martin and keonho dropped a barely conscious james on your couch.

“i thought i told you to watch him.” feigning a scolding tone, hands on your hips.

“he had a lot on his mind, noona.” seonghyeon said, that made you perk up as you walked them to the door.

“what’s wrong with him?” now you’re concerned but before you could get an answer, martin yelled goodnight and hurriedly closed the door.

weird.

arms wrapping around your middle had you by surprise, a very drunk james groaning on your shoulder. you ruffled his hair, walking together to the couch. james was glued to you on the couch, head tucked under your chin, his arms not letting go of your waist.

“do you want water?” hands tangled in hair and he shooked his head.

“just stay like this.” he slurred.

quiet moments passed as you caress his head before he pulled away slightly to look at you. pink flushed cheeks and a small pout in his lips, his hand moved up to cradle your face.

“you’re so pretty baby, so so pretty. i can’t stop thinking about kissing you.” his words slurring but laced with genuineness.

the nickname had your stomach turning but you stayed composed. he’s not in the right state, he could be saying anything.

“yu fan, you’re drunk. you’re not thinking rig-”

“baby, please don’t say that” his pleading tone had your heart breaking. “please please believe me, please i need you baby.”

he pulled you closer till you’re chest to chest. your hands can feel the thrumming of his heart, face just inches away as his eyes conveyed something his mouth couldn’t.

your biggest weakness has always been puppy-eyed yu fan and right now it’s getting really hard to resist him.

not when his hands are all over your body. not when his eyes look at you like you held the universe. not when his lips are screaming for yours.

“please kiss me, baby please.” he leaves small pecks on your neck leaving you breatheless. effortlessly lifting you to sit on his lap, lips now moving up your earlobe.

“please baby i’ll be good for you.” the pleading is chipping away the remaining self restraint you have. he sounded so good, nibbling at your ear, begging to kiss him.

fuck it.

the last string of self-restraint snapped as your lips collided with his. the taste of whiskey still prominent on his tongue, hands roughly pressing your body against his as your lips dance together. arms wrapping how his neck, james kissed you back as if he was a man starved of oxygen. his hands fallen to your hips, moving you slowly back and forth.

james moaned and sighed into the kiss, chasing your lips at the slight feeling you pulled away. this is what he’s been dreaming of all these years. again, his lips moved downwards, leaving no skin untouched.

“yu fan-” you moaned, feeling him sucking on your pulse point. tongue immediately soothing the new bruise as a small apology.

“you have no idea how long i waited for this” he finally pulled away to see the mess he made. your swollen lip and blown out pupils made him reeling in excitement.

“so fucking pretty.”

“more” you whimpered out weakly, pulling him by the collar, reconnecting your lips.

this time it was desperation. it was want. it was need. it was years and years of pining.

for him, it was countless nights imagining how you would taste like, how you would feel like. nights where he was afraid of the rejection that never came. nights where he would imagine his name screamed in full esctasy.

for you, it was countless of unsure nights if he even likes you. the steady buildup of small intimacies that finally led you to this very moment. nights where his name was just a silent mantra whispered between your sheets.

it was a small gesture that you didn’t even have to ask for most times. he’d just slide his hand up between your breasts while he was thrusting deeply into you, and would find your throat in his hand. he knew how much it turned you on and how much you loved when he took control.

but there was something in you, that adored the idea of having the tables turn. what if you took the reins this time?

riki had let you be on top before, sure, but he could never bring himself to let you choke him. any time you brought up the idea, he quickly shut it down.

the worst part was that he didn’t really have a reason for it. he wasn’t afraid of you dominating him or anything, he wanted you to. but choking was where he crossed the line.

maybe it was an attempt at keeping up his ‘nonchalant’ image, which is absolutely ridiculous. so many times he’s tried to act as if your very existence doesn’t have him folding, when he knows that as soon as he’s inside of you, all of that crumbles. in reality, he’s a sucker for you.

but one way or another, you’d convince him.

you thought about it now, even as you were on top of him, bouncing like your life depended on it.

riki was settled beneath you, panting and letting out groans that were beginning to sound a little desperate.

the air in your room was hot, the smell of sweat and sex swirling around with the subtle sweet scent of a candle you’d put out before you had gotten in bed.

clothes scattered the floor, your panties somewhere unknown—to which you’d be searching for in the morning.

things had gotten heated before you and riki decided to settle in for the night. what started as playful banter and wrestling, turned into him snatching off the bit of clothing that you did have on.

both of you were more needy than you thought, grinding against each other until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“you feel so good, fuck,” riki panted, his hands sliding from your waist to cup your ass. he squeezed, starting to move his hips in sync with yours to help you grind down on him.

moans spewed from your lips, leaning into his touch. your skin felt like it was burning up, the feels of his hands on your body igniting something within you.

the lewd sounds only fueled you, the squelching of your walls around him getting louder each time you settled back down. his length glided in and out of you with ease, covered in cum and your own arousal, some of it reaching between your thighs.

the thought of wrapping your hands around riki’s neck wouldn’t leave your head, your pussy clamping down on him tightly each time it crossed your mind.

riki whined helplessly, his abdomen flexing as he continues to grind upwards.

“riding me so good, mama,” he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. “might have to fill you up again.”

his words had your hips moving faster, desperate to push him over the edge.

but while he was so focused on the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, you placed your hands on his chest, sliding them up slowly. you acted as if you were just caressing him at first, feeling down to his abs and back up.

your hands made their way back to his chest, and up further to his collarbone. you let your fingers rest there for a moment, thinking you were being sly, but riki caught on pretty quickly.

his fingers wrapped around one of your wrists as he panted, trying to form a coherent sentence.

“d-don’t,” he mumbled hoarsely. “don’t even try it.”

you whined, trying to move your hands further but he caught the other one.

“please, baby,” your pleas were amusing to him, but they didn’t help anything.

he readjusted himself so that his feet were planted into the mattress, his pace becoming rougher.

your mouth opened as strained moans fell from them, throwing your head back.

“r-riki—“

your words were cut off with the harsh snap of his hips as he rutted into you, skin slapping filling the space of your bedroom.

he cursed silently, too focused on the obscene sounds coming from beneath you both.

you took it upon yourself to ask him once more, begging him to let you wrap your hands around his throat.

“let me, baby,” you gasped, feeling his tip hit that spongy spot deep inside of you. “it’ll feel s-so good, i promise.”

riki didn’t say anything, he couldn’t. but the look in his eyes told you everything. they were lidded and filled with nothing but love when he looked up at you. he trusted you.

he gave up on trying to pretend like he wasn’t curious about it; why you wanted to choke him so bad and what it could feel like. he was so drunk on the feeling of your pussy that he didn’t care what you did to him at that point.

you placed your hands where they were before, making their way up to the base of his neck. you let your fingers dance across his skin for a moment before fully wrapping them around it.

you squeezed, not hard enough to make him lose conscious but enough for him to feel some pressure.

before you knew it, he had thrown his head back, letting out the nastiest moan you’ve ever heard. his eyes were rolling to the back of his head when you applied more pressure.

“f-fuck!” he whimpers, his hand wrapping around your wrist again but not trying to stop you this time. he wanted more.

you moaned at how fucked out he looked—his hair pushed back and damp with sweat, his brows furrowed.

“‘s that good?” you asked quietly, loosening your grip for a moment.

riki nodded frantically, his breath quickening.

“do it again.. n-need you to do it again, ‘m gonna cum.”

and you gave him what he wanted, fingers gripping his throat once more as his thrusts start to become sloppier.

“cum for me, ki… want you to cum inside, please.” you purred.

riki’s moans grew louder as he let go, his cum filling your insides once more, warm and sticky. but his thrusts didn’t stop.

“keep fucking me,” he panted, his hand covering yours now as he movers it further up his neck.

he urged you to choke him now, as if he wasn’t just telling you to forget about the idea all together.

“choke me like you h-hate me,” he groaned. “harder.”