Hiatus.

Which is why he’s on his knees so he can at least look in your face as your head hangs while his heart races.

You’re crying and it’s killing him.

There had been total calm before this storm— you’d been the same as you always were.

Pretty, mean, critical and utterly hypnotizing to him just by walking through the door telling him about your day. Rambling and fussing about anything that came to mind. Riki listened, asking questions to let you know he really was paying attention then holding out his arms when you padded towards him to collapse into his hug like you always did.

You’d been annoyed a few times but overall it didn’t seem like you had a bad day. So, leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. Partly out of habit but also because you soothed him. The familiar comfort of touch he only felt with you, the smell of your perfume or lotion, how you’d track makeup and glitter on his clothes whenever you hung out. When you look at him, he kisses you softly and whispers as genuinely as possible against your lips,

“Missed you…”

You freeze.

Of the bat he’s hit with this sinking feeling. Urging that he he missed something but he couldn’t figure out what. You didn’t cry often so he didn’t exactly know what it looked like when you were going to but he learns fast.

It starts with rapid blinking followed by the uneven breaths that make you chest stutter seconds before your pretty face drops, brows drawing together in pain as the tears begin to fall.

In all his life, Riki has never had his heart plummet so fast.

Time seems to stop as blood rushes through his ears. It feels like there’s a giant spike at the bottom of his stomach, piercing his collapsed heart in two when you take a deep breath only for it to end in a pained cry.

The sound has a lump forming in his own throat as he fights back tears. He doesn’t even realize he’s shaking until he reaches his hand out to guide your face to his but you won’t. Comforting others is tricky for him but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give you his best shot. It’s not so much that you don’t want him to be there for you but your appearance is important to you.

He knows because you’ve told him but he doesn’t care that your makeup is running or that you might not be a pretty crier (completely untrue he’s seen and made you cry but now is not the time), he just wants to be there for you; as you are.

“Baby…?”

You still won’t look at him and his knees hit the carpet before he can think, eyes searching your face while yours are clenched shut in a poor attempt to stop the tears.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me, sweets—“,

He’s trying not to sound panicked to avoid stressing you more but he’s not sure it’s working and he’s scared.

What should he do?

You’re hurting and gods above it’s killing him.

Shaking with heaving breaths, you wipe your eyes, smearing the black of your eyeliner. Each hiccuping sob rips through him and it’s too much.

The hold on your hands tightens, Riki pulling you down in one clumsy moment to wrap strong arms around you. Crushing you to his chest, his voice is desperate and soft.

“Please”, he has to close his eyes to keep his own tears at bay.

“Please don’t cry… I-I—“, Deep breaths.

“I’m here, I’ve got you so please, baby— don’t cry”,

“Can’t take it when you cry.”

Niki doesn’t realize it but his hold has tightened like you’ll evaporate if he’s not careful enough, speaking so tenderly like he’ll can turn his words to salve if it means healing whatever is hurting you.

It’s gut wrenching. The silence, you crumpling against him, the uncertainty of if he’s being enough or if you feel alone in it. Not to mention that he still doesn’t know what caused this. Was it his fault? Technically he was the last to speak so maybe?

Guilt swarms him with a surge so intense it leaves him nauseous and before he can open his mouth to shower you with apologies, you sniffle.

“I just miss her…”

He’s not even breathing anymore, unconsciously rocking you back and forth until you speak again.

“My friend—she’s like a sister to me…we haven’t talked in a while so when you told me you missed me I thought of—”, your throat tightens and the burn has a fresh wave tears welling up in your eyes.

Now, Riki is not the most religious man in the world but in the moment hes praying to every higher power out there with everything in him for you to feel better before he resorts to drastic measures.

He’s talking inventing a new lip gloss brand with the first shade named after you, a sculpture bigger than lady liberty but painted in the scattered beauty of your moods, becoming an astronaut so he can go to space and bring you back a star just so you can have something that properly reflects your wonder. He’d become the moon itself if it meant you’d be comforted to sleep by his glow.

He might be acting dramatic but he can’t help it. You mean more to him than you’ll ever know, more than he can ever verbally express.

So he holds you and listens.

Until your breaths even out, no more of that choked staccato or painful sobs. You talk about her fondly and in such a way that it’s clear to him that you’ve been holding this in for a while. He understands because he knows you— you hate lingering on things. Preferring to get off the top of the stove before it got too hot. You loved ‘girlhood’ even though most girls weren’t the nicest judges of you so to him it further proved that your long-distance friend is one of a kind.

“She sounds good for you; like a sister— it makes sense that you miss her..”,

The sigh you let out shoots a hole clean through him.

“…do you think she misses me too?”

Shyness hushes your voice, making you sound almost timid because you’re usually not this open; constantly avoiding going too deep. This time you don’t run from it, instead you’re trusting him to have you.

“I do.”

You raise your head to finally look at him. Riki’s eyes soften in a way that makes all your bad days seem like forever ago when he kisses the bridge of your nose.

“You’re too easy to miss”, he hums, pressing another kiss to your left cheek.

“For example—you’re spending the night today but I already miss you because I know you won’t sleepover again until the day after.”

A soft giggle, tickled and horribly smitten leaves you and it warms him like the first rays of sunlight on grass that’s been buried beneath snow all winter. Just like he knew it’d be, your makeup is unsalvageable but it couldn’t matter less because it’s you he finds so appealing.

You melt into him, body relaxing as you let him pick you up, carrying you to your favorite cuddle spot on the couch. The quiet is less heavy now that you let it out, nuzzling deeper against him as your thoughts drift to her every now and then.

“The two of you are close so maybe you should just text her— tell her that you miss her.”

He not so subtly watches your reaction with bated breaths in case he’s horribly fucked up and made the love of his life start crying again. Much to his relief you hum, contemplating.

“…okay.

“Yeah?”

He sounds so happy for you that it has you fighting a reluctant grin as you nod and are immediately swarmed with a flurry of kisses. Loud, obnoxious smooches are all over your face, Niki praising you excitedly.

“That’s my baby; fighting for girlhood—yesss! Tell her how you feel!”

“You make it sound like I’m in love with her—“,

He ignores you, content now that you’re feeling better. You pull out your phone and he watches you text her with practically shining eyes, eager for her to text back and ease your worries. This is a big step because he knows it’s not easy to open up and tell someone that you miss them and you want them to miss you too. That kind of thing is tough whether you’re close or not. He’s just glad you’re not dealing with it alone.

A yawn grabs his attention, his dark eyes flicking to look down at your sweet face.

“Im sleepy—thanks for being the best boyfriend ever, I love you.”

Another deep breath.

He’s grown, he will not giggle but inside he’s floating; your words ringing in his head.

Best boyfriend. Best boyfriend ever. You love him. Biggest dick, biggest dick ever, you love him. Best boyfriend who’s unbelievably tall, fine, hot and sexy and you love him. Best boyfriend ever, best at taking care of you, top tier and ungodly good looking and you love him.

Yes, you said all that verbatim— his delusion memory is perfect.

“I love you more baby, don’t gotta thank me…”

You hum tiredly, sliding your hands under his shirt to rub his warm back, yawning one more time before your breaths steadily start to deepen. He coos softly, watching you with fond eyes.

A few minutes go by when your phone dings.

He’s pleasant enough. Not just to be around but to look at too and in a perfect world, he’d be your exact type, just—

“You sure you guys are going to be comfortable in that? Bring a jacket. It’s gonna be cold later.”

“Don’t eat all that sugar— you know it’ll upset your stomach.”

“Here. I’ll put it in my phone because I know you guys will forget.”

He’s the mom friend.

Never taking more than one drink because he needs to be the designated driver, always checking everyone’s location when you’re out together and if you haven’t moved for too long then he’s there to check in. The one who always has extra things that you all would typically forget but wind up needing later.

Tissues, hair ties, he even found Riki’s best friends earring when she had lost it at a party with him. It all just rubs you the wrong way.

He’s always so pleasant. Too pleasant; cool toned even and neutral about absolutely everything but gets along just swell with everyone. To them that’s ‘just how he is’. Easygoing, charming, charismatic and mature. You’ve never so much as seen him annoyed, let alone pissed off, like he’s above the drama of baser emotions.

Anger, jealousy, embarrassment, arousal, etc.

Call it curiosity or trauma; your unwillingness to relax with someone who only has one dimension and risk sipping tea with someone who could potentially be the enemy. Yet, as you stated earlier: you love your friends and you didn’t want the cliché cataclysmic ending of your group because of the new guy so you kept your suspicions about Heeseung to yourself.

What those suspicions are, you’re not entirely sure. Just that you want see for yourself that he’s not as above everything as he acts.

With that, you decided to make it a personal mission to get under his skin. Heeseung was so cold…

What would he be like burning?

•

•

It was Wednesday night.

Wednesday nights were the unofficial check in night of the week at your place. You’d lay around, fill each other in on stuff that happened while you were apart like gossip, hyperfixations, possible beefs, airdropped thirst traps and the like. Heeseung listens and comments but he wouldn’t talk much about himself. He knew almost everything there was to know about your friends but you all knew next to nothing about him.

“—and I know it’s a stupid thing to cry about but I told them 4 times that I didn’t want mustard.” Chie flops onto the carpet with a groan, retelling the lunch break from hell. “The first bite I took? Mouth full of it.”

“That’s what she said”. Jungwon chuckles from on the couch, high-fiving Kai when he laughs too. It’s so stupid you smile, shaking your head while Chie protests that this is a very serious topic and not the time for ‘that’s what she said’ jokes, looking to you with a pout so you can come to her rescue.

“Technically that wouldn’t be what she said— unless guys like teeth?” Your words turn their laughter to a pained hiss just imagining it. Chie comes to put her head in your lap, snuggling against your thighs like a cat as you coo, petting through her hair and Mina scoffs.

“You spoil her too much— s’ why she acts like such a baby now.” You hush her, throwing the pillow behind your seat at her head.

“That’s okay, she’s my baby and Won if you say ‘that’s what she said’ with your single ass—“

“Okay, okay! No fighting tonight, please guys?” Kai cuts you off only to space out before blurting, “Wait—do some guys like teeth?” The room sighs and you seem to be the only one willing to answer.

“I think so. Ask my new co-worker, apparently all he dates are piranhas.” Jay shifts in his seat uncomfortably.

“That can’t be fun.” You shrug.

“I don’t have a penis so I wouldn’t know.” It’s that sentence that has a new set of eyes, silent and intense searing into you.

“You could find out.”

You blink—warm weight settles in your chest and you try to blink away the quickening of your heart. Snapping your head in his direction, your breath catches when you find him already looking at you. Heeseung. Brushing off the increasing of your heartbeat as a newly developed condition and nothing more, you scoff.

“Oh? How would I go about that, Einstein?”

His dark eyes seem to stare right through you from beneath his hood. He’s wearing all black today— a baggy relaxed fit that shouldn’t look so good for a guy that carries around iron pills in his backpack for his friends.

He doesn’t flinch at your tone. Instead his words are slow, unhurried and unashamed.

“You know… guys eat pussy. They could use teeth too.”

It’s not telling at all the deep breath you suck in, eyes widening half a fraction as your lips part. Heeseung notices it all but you’d never know that as he leans closer; expensive cologne cloying your senses when he whispers,

“You don’t have a dick but your clit is just as sensitive—if not more, yeah?”

His voice is low, amused and controlled. As if he didn’t just send you spiraling by saying such a vulgar statement in the calmest tone. Even as your friends hum and debate it in the background. Teeth or no teeth, if there’s such thing as too wet, how Kai doesn’t like piranhas but a mean girl could be the death of him, even Esther’s boss who looks like he bites. Heeseung still hasn’t taken his eyes off you— completely unaffected. He might as well have been talking about the weather and the urge to provoke something from him shoots through you.

“Are you a biter then, Heeseung?”

He lets the lilting accusation in your tone roll over his broad shoulders, facing your scrutiny head on when his voice drops half an octave.

“Oh, sweetheart..”, he croons, “I’m a lot of things.”

You don’t say anything back but he catches the quick clench of your thighs when Chie moves.

He gets along with your friends the way he gets on with everyone else. People just tend to like him. You’re different.

On the surface you tolerate him— not saying anything that would indicate otherwise or fuss when he comes around. In exchange, your eyes are constantly narrowed in suspicion whenever they’re on him. He isn’t stupid. Heeseung knows you don’t like him. You’re careful not to bring the mood down but you don’t share more with him than you absolutely have to; keeping him a maintainable distance at all times. As for why, he doesn’t have a single clue.

It’s okay, he doesn’t let it bother him but it doesn’t occur to him how irritating that trait can be.

The hangout continues as normal, your other friends oblivious to the undercurrent of tension thrumming between you two as Kai complains that Riki is never around.

“He even went to the Michael Jackson movie without me!”

“Because he went with his best friend, remember? The tall girl with the pretty everything.” Mina supplies and Won groans.

“How can we forget? They’re always together— it’s crazy they’re not dating at this point.” Jay shuts him down so fast it makes you feel bad.

“Not in a million years and don’t even think about saying that to them. You know how defensive he gets. We’d be hearing about it forever.”

Everything is the same as it always is.

At least it should be.

You spend the rest of your time together in a daze wondering just what he meant by that— the warmth from his whispered ‘sweetheart’ lingering on your skin like a dusting of powdered sugar. It’s both thrilling and irritating for you.

You’re supposed to be getting under his skin not the other way around but you’ve never heard him speak like that. He’s never been anything inappropriate or suggestive around you or your friends so perhaps that’s why it’s so jarring?

Eventually late becomes too late and one by one they all leave. Quick hugs and goodbyes along with a possible girl get together this weekend. As usual Heeseung is the last to go, having stayed to make sure everything is tidy enough and no one leaves behind anything important.

Walking him to the door in the name of being a good host, you can’t help but eye him as he puts on his boots, watching his long fingers tie the laces before standing back to his full height, locking eyes with you.

“You’re staring, sweetheart.” Immediately you bristle.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not? You don’t like me?” He asks calmly, breath warm against your face. Even his posture is languid— like he’s got all the time and patience in world. It sharpens your tongue something fierce when you snap at him, pretty face twisting in disdain.

“No! I don’t like you.” He hums softly, a slow smile growing on his lips; cheeky.

“I’ve noticed.”

His leaving becomes less going and more of a heated stare down. You’re so aggravated you don’t know what to do or how to put the lid back on something you’ve kept bottled up for months now. You dread thinking about how your friends would react if they ever learned you didn’t like Heeseung the way they did— and all over some hunch. Your stomach flips at his words, narrowing your eyes even more.

“You… noticed?” He hums again.

“It’s fine, though. You have the right to feel how you want about me.” He says oh so soothingly and you get that familiar urge, sicker than before to just push him. Drive him off that cliff that you know he has.

That feeling agitates your pulse with each passing beat of silence, rationale flying out the window as you give into it, lips curving into a mean sneer.

“And if I feel like you’re a fake little bitch who couldn’t develop a personality if it fucked him in the ass then what? That’s fine too?”

It’s a low blow but it gets you to glimpse it. The twitch of his eye— something hard flashing beneath their depths.

“Of course”, his voice is lax as usual but the force lingering behind it makes you grin. “If that’s why you don’t like me.” You tilt your head, shrugging like he bores you.

“It is. That and the fact that i don’t like empty things.”

The way the air seems to still should’ve been your first warning to shut your mouth. You feel it, makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand but you don’t listen. Heeseung doesn’t say anything, drawing his brows together in disbelief as he blinks. He’s got that look he only makes rarely when scolding your friends, stepping closer to you while that underlying tension is back— electric now.

“What did you just say to me?”

He doesn’t sound as coddling-ly soothing anymore and the rough timbre of it makes your heart hammer. With what? You don’t know anymore.

“You heard me”, you swallow, staring back defiantly.

“There’s probably no real you to even dislike. You’re like a dummy with painted on emotions because you don’t have the depth for your own—”,

“Take it back.”

Hes not angry but he’s certainly getting there. You don’t know because nobody know but his expression of himself has always been a soft spot for him. Heeseung always felt awkward growing up when trying to get closer to his peers. He would often question if he was expressing certain things correctly to the appropriate degree before he’d get shy and just give up altogether. In the end, it was the vulnerability of expressing those emotions that would embarrass him so much; not that he was feeling them.

And here you are calling him nothing more than a canvas for others primary colors since his are too monotone when they’re everything but.

He’s not annoyed, he tells himself.

Even as his hand drags up your stomach, up between the valley of your breasts to wrap his hand heavily around your throat, humming deep at the feel of your racing pulse. You glare through wide eyes, doing your best to act tough like the looming feeling that you might’ve gone too far isn’t storming over you.

His hands are big— one fitting around you like a collar. Not choking just yet, but telling you to tread lightly. Heeseung’s voice is deceptively calm as he flexes his fingers, testing his hold.

“Let’s not piss me off”, your thudding pulse skips a beat when his hand tightens in the slightest. Adjusting his grip and he’s standing so close you can feel his body heat. “Take it back.”

Doesn’t he know that’s exactly what you’re after?

Jerking your chin up, you hum. He watches your eyes roam, as if considering his request.

“No.”

Request denied.

Heeseung takes another deep breath, mentally counting to ten before he does something he regrets but the way you’re talking to him is starting to grate on his nerves. It doesn’t help that you were always sort of like this with him. Constantly doing the opposite of what he suggests, refusing his help out of sheer spite and disappearing acts that made him worry but these days you seem to enjoy fucking with him even more and every time he takes it with an easy smile; a cool shrug.

That however, was in front of your friends.

The two of you are alone now.

You gasp as his grip becomes airtight, pinning you to the cold wood of the door and crowding flush against you. You aren’t scared but you feel something much worse— warmth, pooling in your core and seeping into your panties. That dull throb.

Momentarily, you forget to account that he’s so close, filling your air with his heat when you clench your thighs together. Heeseung catches it with a slow curl of his lips, grinning like a wolf with his perfect teeth.

“You act like such a bitch that I’m not even surprised you’re wet from this.”

Biting your lip, you shake your head no. Heeseung doesn’t buy it for a second.

“Don’t lie to me”, the low growl makes your nipples harden, shivers wrack your frame at the warm puffs of air when he brings his mouth to your ear.

“I can smell her fuckin’ drooling for me.”

A pulse throbs through your cunt so strong it blurs your vision, mouth dropping open in a whine.

You’re reeling from how fast you got here. Clearly you’ve been underestimating how much your little nudges have been bothering him. Now that you know he’s not impenetrable, the logical thing to do would be to stop.

Heart shaped lips burn thick, wet kisses up your chin to your panting mouth, tongue lazily sliding across your bottom lip, tasting your chapstick with a soft groan and you find that you don’t want to do the logical thing.

You want to see how far pushing Mr. Perfect’s buttons gets you.

“Is—”, you suck in a rush of air when Heeseung lets up on your throat.

“Is that why you’re so hard? ‘Cuz you like it?”

You really need to stop talking.

“Even though you know I can’t stand your ass.”

The look he gives you alone fights the validity of your statement. It takes your breath away; how intense it is — his eyes nearly black because of you.

“Me? What about you? Your eyes are already begging for it now I just need your mouth to do the same…” You aren’t even in your body when you nod, too caught up in his proximity.

“Good but if you hated me so bad then you wouldn’t be this wet saying ‘yes’ to me.”

And before you can argue out of principle, Heeseung’s taking your mouth in a kiss that’s all heat and threadbare restraint. The nerves under your skin light up, buzzing restlessly and you moan—burned by the feeling. He’s a good kisser, you think hazily. The hand on your throat leaves to wind in your hair, pulling your head back so he can kiss you deeper— filling your mouth. It feels good; numbingly good and you’re so wet.

Hazily, you suck on the tongue petting the roof of your mouth, groaning at his taste when the hand in your hair tightens— ripping off your lips with a hiss. The blood beneath his own skin turning to lava.

“See? You wouldn’t be wet at all but you are.” He catches your bottom lip with his teeth, slow and teasing before letting go.

“If you hated me you definitely wouldn’t be looking at me the way you are now.”

Self conscious, you try to blink away the lidded weight of arousal but it doesn’t work. It’s confusing. You don’t like Heeseung. Nobody knows anything real about him. You refuse to be gaslit like the others into believing that that’s simply how he is— a large castle with winding staircases and doors that all lead to nowhere. This is the most reaction you’ve ever gotten from him.

“I’m not looking at you like—”,

“Like you want me to tire you out? Make you my good girl? No more fighting me while I put you in your place?”

Oh god.

The mental image alone is debilitating as he brings his other hand to the waistband of your shorts, teasing with his fingertips in playful swirls to the skin beneath and your stomach drops.

“I really don’t fucking like you.” The trepidation is clear in your voice. Heeseung smiles.

“I heard you the first time, sweetheart.”

“Never hurts to hear it again, then.”

You jerk when his fingers dip shallowly beneath the band, brushing somewhere lower— hotter. Instinctively you arch towards the feeling. Heeseung watches you fight yourself just as hard as you battle him.

“What is it you want from me, hm? You don’t like me but I won’t accept that— not after tonight so what’s your actual problem with me?”

You don’t answer, you don’t want to. Looking to the side, you pinch your lips together and he knows you won’t spill— voluntarily at least. That’s fine.

He slots his mouth back over yours with a searing vengeance; hot, heavy and wet. It’s like he’s everywhere as you share breaths, his lips pressing and sucking at yours with teasing brushes of tongue. Brows pulling together, you whine into his mouth. While you’re distracted, the hand inside your shorts finally moves. Heeseung doesn’t let you twist away, licking into your mouth at the same time he cups your pussy from inside your panties, sliding his middle finger through your drenched lips when he pulls away to coo,

“Aww”, the mocking heat of his voice slides under your skin, paralyzing.

“You made a mess, baby.”

Your entire body jolts and your hand flies up to grip the hem of his hoodie. You might need therapy after this— you’ve never felt so many things at once for anyone let alone your sworn nemesis. It scares you but you love it at the same time.

Heeseung takes his time peppering slow kisses all over your face while he plays with your slick, hissing at the way you coat his fingers before circling your clit. It’s loud too— the steady shlick of your arousal through your pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetheart..”, a watery moan spills from your chest, lidded eyes looking at him as you crumble more with each sloppy stroke.

“Let her talk t’me…”

Eyes rolling, you melt.

It’s disgusting, shameful. Your pussy leaks despite it. His fingers are mean; almost cruelly indulging you as he presses harder, noting the way your legs shake when he applies pressure near the entrance of your sopping hole, making her clench.

It’s blissfull torture. The way he alternates between softer and harder, keeping you teetering on the edge with each pull but careful not to push you over by giving you what you really want. A cry rips out of you when the fingers probing your entrance thrust in, scissoring apart before he crooks them up, just grazing that spot that makes you scream — eyes whiting out — fresh spurts of slick jetting onto his hand.

“There it is… I barely brush it ‘n you and your slutty pussy go all dumb on me.”

The sound that comes after his words is one you didn’t even know you could make. Something between a grunt and needy cry injected straight into his veins as he watches you lose yourself to him. You’re so beautiful— his brat and unfortunately that’s exactly why you won’t be getting what you want. Grinding his fingers into your spot, the strums to your swollen clit turn relentless. Heeseung’s neck burns at the way you sob his name, legs shaking because he’s got you right fucking there—

Then he stops.

Your heart plummets as your rapidly approaching high fizzles out, leaving you with the uncomfortable embers of a maddening need running into a wall.

As if it needs to get out but no amount of force can break it through and the shock devastates your nervous system. With your breaths quickening, you struggle to deal with the whiplash. Glaring up at Heeseung, the look doesn’t have the bite it usually does with your eyes all glossy— trying not to cry because he goddamn edged you. His fingers remain lodged inside your slick walls but he keeps them still and his thumb off your little clit that he can feel throbbing.

Since he’s an asshole and he knows you don’t like him, the kiss he presses to your forehead is sickeningly sweet on purpose— to piss you off. He does it purely to mess with you because he knows it’s not what you need, cooing at your obvious frustration.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Ready to tell me now why you hate me so much?” You shiver at his voice, tears budding when he snaps his fingers forward— pressing hard against the ball of heat that makes those same tears spill over as you gasp but that’s all you get.

“Or do you wanna take back what you said earlier?”

You collect yourself as best you can, huffing in torn breaths as he kisses your cheeks. His dynamic is so confusing, making it so much harder to think through it all.

“I—“, you swallow your nerves, “I wanna cum.”

Heeseung’s jaw clicks.

Even now, you were still being a brat. Demanding and rude, you didn’t even say please. Kissing that pretty pout off your lips, the way Heeseung smiles when he pulls back lets you know that wasn’t the right answer and as you scramble to correct yourself before he does— it’s too late.

Squeezing a third finger past the tight ring of your drooling entrance, the stretch is mind-numbing and if it wasn’t for him holding you up, you’d have been on the ground when he curls them. Your blood rushes so hot that it hurts, heart hammering against your ribcage when his thumb beats your clit with each punishing thrust. Ashamedly fast, Heeseung feels your cunt spasm. Dipping his head, he licks the inside of your sobbing mouth just to taste your desperation. Looking down, he sees your wetness dripping down your leg onto the floor.

It sends a violent throb to his cock, wanting to bury himself inside you and stretch you out until you’re always this nice and sweet for him. That’ll have to wait because you’re trilling now; body shaking all over while your cunt sucks on his fingers when he fucks them into you knuckle deep and just like last time; when your breath starts to stutter from how close you are, he stops.

Then you actually do cry.

Fat tears spill down your cheeks when the hand in your hair fastens around your throat to hold you still when you try to chase his hand. Your chest heaves with every watery sob because it aches. You want to cum— need to cum but he won’t let you.

Heeseung watches your mind slip to shambles, bought to ruin by sheer need and it’s such a delicious look for you.

You were always pretty but you’re even better in tears. When he comes to kiss you, this time you thank him and it has a sickening shiver coiling down his spine. It’s like a victory. You did like him, you just needed his help to cope with it. Now while that doesn’t excuse your behavior earlier, the fact you want to be good for him is a step.

Shushing your cries when he pulls away, Heeseung brushes his lips across yours, voice sultry and entrancing.

“Apologize to me, baby. Say you’re sorry.”

Oh, and you’re so sweet when you do. Batting those wet lashes prettily at him, sniffling softly.

“M’sorry, Hee”, his heart stutters at the nickname everyone but you called him by, leaning up to press a kiss of your own to his lips. Tasting the want and tear-soaked desperation.

“…didn’t mean it.”

Kissing you back, you’re completely plaint for him. Mouth open as you let him take, take, take and it has him high. As a reward, his fingers pick up where they left off and you turn to mush beneath him. Incoherent babbles spill through puffy lips, apologizing and thanking him through keening moans, so pitifully wet now that you’re dripping little puddles on the floor but the tastiest thing is how you submit.

He’s got you out of your mind with everything he does to you right now; open and bared.

“I know you didn’t, pretty…”

He twists his fingers, forehead to yours while bullying your sweet spot with brutal accuracy, earning a shaky wail from you. You can’t think, there’s nothing but Heeseung up there. His perfect hands, perfect face, maddening voice all coming together to make a mess of you.

“Fuck, you look beautiful being so good for me.” The same Heeseung who could also be the death of you.

“My sweet, good girl…”

You’re close. He can feel it.

And he wants to let you come— let squirt your creamy mess all over his hand so he can suck it off and spit it back in your mouth.

He needs to get something out of you first…

“Tell me why you don’t like me”, Heeseung slows his movements so you aren’t being completely swept away by pleasure, kissing your lips to bring your attention to the words coming from his mouth.

“Good girl, baby— focusing on me. You wanna cum?”

The ‘C’ word gets you going as you nod eagerly.

“Y-yes please.” You’d build him a house and paint the entire thing with a q-tip if it meant he’d let you cum.

“Then out with it”, he sucks your jaw heatedly, undulating his fingers.

“Talk t’me, sweetheart.”

He sounds so patient, so soft— like he’s after the same outcome as you and don’t you see? He’s just trying to help. It folds you like fresh laundry on a Sunday morning as it all comes tumbling out.

“You-”, Heeseung watches a myriad of emotions in your glossy eyes.

“You never talk to us—to me…”, He blinks.

“We hardly know anything about you— you’re so neutral about everything and h-hard to read so it’s hard to feel close to you or trust you and it’s annoying because”, you pause and something suspiciously like embarrassment washes over your face.

“Because you’re like— nice I guess and really hot so we want to be closer to you but you never open up you’re just there and, and—”, You’re spiraling he realizes, so worked up your mouth is just running.

“You’re like this paragon of all things holy; you aren’t forgetful, always productive and grounded, you don’t even get mad! That’s why I try to annoy you because—!”

He cuts you off with a kiss that’s pure consumption as he fucks you until you’re delirious.

His hand is sure to leave a bruise with how tight he’s gripping you. It’s so dizzying, his thick fingers wreak havoc inside you, slamming into your g spot as he thumbs your engorged clit messily. Heeseung’s tongue laves over yours, spreading his taste all over your pallet, before sucking harshly on your bottom lip— pulling away with a throaty moan.

This entire time, you didn’t like him because you didn’t feel close to him—he didn’t let you in to feel close to him. Plus you thought he was hot but he’ll explore that later.

Distantly, he’s aware that’s you’re begging— for him not to edge you again, that you wanna cum, how you’ll be good and he knows you will with a high keen of,

“H-Heeseung pleaaase!”

Any and all traces of your little attitude problem are gone now as he turns you into nothing more than a thing.

His thing.

Your walls pulsate erratically, twitching wildly as he terrorizes your clit, fingers deep while they fuck away at the pulpy heat of your dripping pussy. Pretty eyes flutter back into your skull as your hiccuping wails rise in volume and it only makes him go harder on you.

“C’mon, pretty baby”, he purrs, nipping at your bottom lip.

“Lemme take care of it…”

He’s not even sure you hear him with how gone you look but your pussy gushing says you do. “Let me make her cum niiiice n’ sloppy— keep being my good little slut…”

Fucking hell.

The best way to describe what happens next is that you fall apart in pieces. It’s as if a torrent rips through you from how fast everything breaks and all you can do is grip his hoodie and wail through it.

A heat so overwhelming dunks over you— taking your breath away with its intensity, leaving you raw from the inside out. Heeseung watches at point blank range; you cumming so viciously that you drool when he pulses his fingers in mean ‘come hither’ motions that get you gushing. Through your shorts, on his boots— the floor; you make a mess everywhere and the debauchedness of it is beautiful.

“Mhmm…”, he rasps heatedly in your face,

“Just a dumb wet little fuckhole f’me, yeah? Only good at doing what she’s told?”

Your heart rate spikes.

Cocking a brow at you, he sticks his tongue out and you follow like a dog. Licking a fat stripe up it, riding the waves of your orgasm with his taste in your mouth when you pull away— eyes glazed over.

Heeseung bites his lip.

Oh, he’s going to have fun training you.

You never really considered him a friend so maybe he can become something else to you; something that lets him break you like this until you’re overstimulated and obedient. Pecking at his lips with watery whispered thank you’s just like you do now.

Each messy kiss is returned with a slow patience, steadily dialing you back down as he slips his hand out with a nasty squelch. He’s still surrounding you when he brings his wet hand to his mouth, a heady groan escaping at just how much there is before he’s lapping it up— sucking you right off his fingers, eyes molten as they stay locked on yours.

You taste ruined— taste like his too and it makes his blood roar.

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows and you can’t help but clench at the sight.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

You know what’s coming but it doesn’t make your heart race any slower when thumbs come up to stretch your mouth wide, playing with the mess on your lips before leaning over—

and spitting.

It’s like your body takes a screenshot with the way you freeze, arousal landing like a flaming arrow in your gut. You groan around the tongue now licking into your mouth, spreading the taste of your cum on your pallet, cock throbbing through his clothes as he’s pressed against you. When he pulls away, you whine; trying to chase his lips until he holds you in place,

“Stay.”

It’s firm, absolute— commanding obedience and to his immense pleasure, you listen. Body reacting immediately to the command, like a puppy showing its belly to appease their owner.

“Good girl.”

You nuzzle into his hand when he cups your cheek, basking in the dark warmth of his praise. So docile, Heeseung thinks with a subtle shiver of delight, almost suffocatingly affectionate with you now.

In the minutes that pass you wait for him to close up again— distract you while he distances himself like this never happened but he doesn’t. Looking at you like he’s unsure for the first time in his life when he blurts out—

“I like people watching.”

It’s random, makes you giggle dazedly as you shuffle to stand on his feet, wrapping your arms around his neck and it makes him a little breathless when you ask in that soft voice that was never aimed at him before when you’d use it,

“Why?”

It’s then he realizes that it’s simply you that takes his breath away. The lone star in the far end of his galaxy. It’s also why he’s making an effort now— a clumsy attempt at an invitation to his world.

“It’s a marvel”, he starts, arms wrapping around you to hold you tighter. “Seeing others show so freely the same things I feel but express naturally—unlike me. Guess I’m terrified of being that awkward kid again.”

You hum, feeling kind of bad now. You should’ve cut him some slack instead of assuming he was inherently evil. Not wanting to leave him hanging, you kiss his cheek— a soft apology as you offer,

“Well, for what it’s worth I think you’re doing amazing now.”

His eyes focus on you and you know you’ll never get used to their startling intensity from someone as attractive as him but you will yourself to stare back at the slow smile creeping on his lips. Less heat, more warm.

“Really?”

You nod, kissing him again because you can’t help it.

“Really.”

There’s something now. A quiet truce too charged for platonic friendship. You two can’t come back from this and neither of you want to. Whatever this is, is fragile so you’ll both be keeping this a secret from your friends for now…

“…I might talk too much,” He warns and you grin.

“That’s fine.”

•

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•

In the following weeks to come, you learn a lot about Heeseung.

That he likes sweet/ floral scents and animated movies and chick-flicks with heart aching plots. He tells you about his big brother which surprises you the most because he gives off such strong only child energy. You learn that he’s a yearner— keeping his emotions buried close in his chest because that’s where he feels they’re safest. He likes company— someone hanging around even if they’re quiet, just existing around him while he does whatever.

He’s a silent overthinker. Both positively and negatively.

You both behave as you would normally around your friends but sometimes with heated glances and lingering touches when you pass by.

Then there were times like now.

The rope is harsh and tight over your skin, contrasting with the cool silk of your blindfold as it intricately restricts you. Your arms held up and together, shoulder-blades pressed back. It’s the farthest thing from what you’re used to; so accustomed to the teasing touches, the pressure that’s only a taste instead of the full serving as opposed to the overwhelming feeling of the new bindings while he touches you with no intention of stopping.

Heeseung likes many things but he loves control— tonight is your first real demonstration of how.

You’re trembling, he notices. They’re not bad tremors, no, your pussy is even wetter than it had been the first time he touched you weeks ago. Running a firm hand down the hemp rope suspending you, you gasp when you feel hands smoothing up and down your waist.

Since you couldn’t see, all you had to go off of was his touch and voice. It’s both exciting and nerve wracking because while you’re completely clothed, you don’t know if he is too and it only amplifies the power imbalance between you. Heeseung trails a line of hot, open mouthed kisses across your shoulder, his head bowed to your ear, fingers stroking over your belly.

“What do you think I’m going to do to you?” Gulping, your heart is in your throat— skin tingling when you answer.

“Whatever you want.”

A dark hunger, heady and consuming washes over him. It’s so strong that it dulls the restraint he normally has over himself so he doesn’t get carried away and drag you down with him. Yes, he’d do whatever he wanted to you but the real rush comes from you verbally acknowledging that you’d let him.

His mouth waters as he lets out a pleased hum, dropping his lips to your skin as a reward for answering correctly.

Your cunt pulsates when he bites at the crook of your neck, finding your pulse point and sucking at your jugular until you’re squirming against him— needy moans filling the space. It also doubles as a distraction because you jump when you feel thick fingers ghost over the slick wetness of your sensitive pussy.

They’re light— featherlight brushes as he watches you writhe. With your legs also bound, you’re left completely open so you can’t even create friction by clenching your thighs together like you do when he teases you around your friends. Instead, you have to take what he gives you when he feels like giving it to you.

Your heart is in your throat because with Heeseung you could either be edged for hours or forced to cum until you passed out. You’d take the second option any given day. It’s a task to suppress the sigh that builds in your chest— you just wished you could see his face, what kind of expression he’s making. As if sensing the incoming anxiousness, Heeseung’s hands wrap around your thighs at the same time his knees hit the floor with a muffled thump.

“Since you’ve been so good these days…”, you try to listen but your head is spinning from the feeling of him between your legs, warm breath tickling your skin.

“I won’t make you beg the first round. ‘Kay, pretty?”

He grins as your jaw drops, turning his face and presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. Your responding ‘okay’ is breathy and tantalizingly sweet as you submit to him. Little do you know he’s counting the first round as your first orgasm of tonight.

Slowly, he sweeps his soft lips across the plush fat of your inner thigh. You’re trembling is harsher now while he’s grinning like the devil. As he goes, his kisses grow more open, more wet— until your pretty painted toes pointe and your breath catches. Not being able to see amplifies your other senses to an almost uncomfortable degree, making you hypersensitive as a result. The hot sweep of Heeseung’s tongue in the hollow of your hip, teasing at the ropes edge, makes you want to beg for that mouth to be somewhere else instead.

Glossy and pretty, your pussy is soaked— lips shining from the wetness clinging filthily to her. You choke when he blows a puff of air straight on your clit just to see her twitch, letting out a hungry groan.

You feel beyond lewd, spread open like Heeseung’s personal plaything. Hands and lips are everywhere— but not in any pattern you can track and he knows you’re starting to get overwhelmed so your reaction to the sudden wet heat around your toes is 100 percent genuine.

“W-what—!” His cock throbs when you cry out, “Heeseung!”

The squirming starts up fresh, uncontrollable, as you feel the wet sensation of his tongue flickering between your toes. A hard shock crashes through you, ripping a sound out your throat that makes his nerves sing.

You feel like you’re running at least 100 degrees hotter, your teeth vibrating from it all. It’s a new experience— a cocktail of maddening pleasure and humiliation at all once. While you lose your mind to an alarmingly concerning rate, Heeseung is beating your clit with stinging slaps, black eyes devouring your every reaction.

If he wasn’t as sick of a man, he wouldn’t make it a habit to drive you to the brink of your sanity the way he does; with cruel accuracy. It’s really unfortunate for you that he has no interest in changing.

He pulls away with a crude suck to your middle, breath gusting across your wet toes.

“You’re so wet”, his amused huff makes your chest burn, more kisses pepper across the tops of your toes before he moves to do the same to your other foot.

“Drippin’ like a slut all on my fucking carpet…”

The harsh words are cooed, as if you’re little more than a puppy who hasn’t been housebroken and just can’t help it, adding to your arousal and embarrassment. A choked whine gets trapped in your throat when he slides his tongue across the tips of your toes, slipping his mouth over each one individually to suck.

He’s so gross.

Its debasing.

Your heart drops when you suddenly feel how close it has you.

Without missing a beat, the sharp spanks switch to quick swipes. Heeseung rubs the flat of his fingers side to side across your twitching clit, pulling your toes off his tongue in favor of biting your calf when you start to shake. He can see your leaking hole clench and unclench, even if he ordered you not to, he’s got you so wound up it’d be a dying mission from the first syllable. Jesus fuck, you’re loud now— making your own ears ring with viscerally raw moans.

How adorable. His little slut is in heaven, head tipped back, eyes more than likely rolled behind your blindfold in bliss, clitty aching as your messy cunt starts to convulse.

“Ooh— yeah, gooood girl…”

The the praise takes you to another stratosphere completely, sobbing as your orgasm hits. It’s crushing and you swear you’re dying and the blood in your veins is actually electricity. All your senses seem to hone in on your pussy as Heeseung drags you kicking and screaming to a squirting fit.

“There we go… that was big one, baby— don’t pass out on me.”

And you’d love to listen but he’s making it so hard.

When he finally stops, you’re hanging on by a thread. Sweaty body one raw nerve; exposed, wet and twitching.

The rope now feels good so tight around your body as you slowly start to slip and fuck— the headrush it gives him. It’s exactly how he wants you; plaint, sweet, eager to bark and do any trick he wants just to please him.

“Still with me, sweetheart?”

You don’t exactly hear what he says but you know he’s talking to you, sounding awfully patient for someone who just send your soul on a universal trip. So, you’re proud when you manage to answer him with a hoarse,

“Mh— y-yeah.” Good. Very good; and since you came that means…

“First round’s over. Know what that means?”

Heeseung watches you swallow but you don’t answer out loud not just because your soul is still stumbling its way back into your body but because you know.

“…means the real fun is about to start.”

You’d complain if you didn’t crave Heeseung so bad— from the first night and then all the ones after, you’ve been so strung out over him.

Your ears perk up when you hear the sound of a belt then some rustling, everything on your body standing at attention in anticipation as you lick your lips.

“Please”, voice shy, “I want it, need you—”

Spreading open your sticky swollen folds, making you feel even more exposed when Heeseung cuts you off with a starving lick up your pussy. A sharp gasp is punched through your lungs at the deep lap from your hole to your clit.

He French-kisses her like he’s missed her and she reciprocates by bursting slick on his tongue. He feels you out with eager licks, working over and between your folds like he’s trying to lap up all the mess that’s dripped out. Having just cum, the stimulation borders on pain but the sweetest kind. Just the slick, tickling warmth of his tongue already has you buzzed and tingly.

A sharp keen spills from your lips when he pulls away with a harsh suck to your gushy hole only to spit; the wad of saliva and cum landing hot and nasty on your clit as he moans.

“Fuuuck… slutty crybaby pussy always tastes the best.”

Your entire body spasms, like you’ve been struck by lightning. Heeseung doesn’t care, humming as he goes back to eating, tongue flat and greedy. Trilling sobs pour from your mouth, broken and cracked. When his mouth closes over you, blanketing your clit in heat, the last bits of coherency leave you with a tear-wrought wail.

No matter how you writhe or squirm, you can’t escape from the relentless pull of Heeseung’s lips. You’re completely gone as his cheeks hallow— sucking the fat of your poor, sensitive nub in sloppy voracious slurps that make the tendons of your legs strain within the rope underneath his palms.

He’s a messy eater, too.

The erotic sounds of him making out with your pussy are vile— wet and unabashed, sending vibrations through you with every pleased hum. You won’t last much longer like this. Your pussy is just too engorged, way past oversensitivity and again; he’d care if he was a better man but he isn’t and the taste of you is like heaven.

Nothing coming from your mouth is comprehensible, just a jumble of warbled begging and shattered syllables that make up his name. The heat from your intensely approaching orgasm makes you sweat as it builds in your core.

Sliding three fingers in, Heeseung is brutal— curling his fingers straightaway into that melty nook that has the next lap of your slick tasting thicker, creamier. His face is coated in you but he doesn’t stop; not even when you go limp, screaming as you cum so violently it gives you cramps.

Your noises mix with the sappy squelching of Heeseung’s mouth glued to your raw pussy, working you over until it hurts. There’s nowhere to go, no way to get away from the waves of agonizing euphoria— not with how tightly he’s got you tied up. His cock throbs when you clench tight around the thick fingers, shaking apart under his gluttonous mouth.

Every sound grows impossibly distant the longer he prolongs your orgasm. Your own desperate whimpers, Heeseung’s purring growls, the lewd slap of his palm as he fingerfucks you open. All that exists, all that feels real is the white hot pleasure shredding through you as you wail and beg as best you can before he makes you faint.

Thankfully, he’s in a merciful enough mood. Popping off your spent cunt with a satisfied sigh and one more kiss, sucking you off his fingers while you go boneless.

It takes a while for the shivers to subside.

It takes even longer with the next heavy blink to realize you can see. Blurry vision suddenly filled with the same handsome face you’ve started to see in your dreams lately, drenched heart-shaped mouth tilted in a satisfied grin. A hand brushes across your sweaty forehead and you realize with a dizzy giggle from his bare arm and all over that he’s naked now.

A beat passes before he’s kissing you. It’s softer, not as consuming but grounding because that’s what you need. Your face feels feverish as he cups it, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“You’re doing so good”, he praises warmly, “So perfect f’me, my pretty girl.”

Minding the time, he starts to loosen the ropes to bring you down. With you being new to all of this, he doesn’t want to risk hurting you by keeping you restrained and suspended in one position for too long. The rope slides out through the rig easily as you breathe deeply, letting him maneuver you this way and that until you’re free, massaging your limbs to help your blood flow when he lays you on soft bedding.

The cool sheets are lush and soothing against your heated skin, Heeseung kissing the marks left behind from the rope.

Eventually, those kisses trail lower— down your sweat slick spine, over the globes of your ass, the back of your thighs all the way to the soles of your feet as you melt into his bed. It’s all so nice, you can’t help but wonder if he’s gonna fuck you.

“Like you won’t believe…” He rasps, already tilting your hips up until you’re on your knees, back sloped in the most delicious arch.

You didn’t even know you were talking out loud but that train of thought is ejected when you feel him position himself behind you, sliding between your wet folds. Your mind goes entirely blank, clean slate.

He’s hard as steel.

And fucking big.

The thickness of it spreads your lips open, fat veins kiss your clit with every rock of your hips. Heeseung is tall but not bulky so you knew his dick being above average was a possibility but this? He grinds with you, following your rhythm as he grips the back of your neck, pinning you to the bed as you let out a shaky moan.

“Look at you”, his low voice taunts, all heat.

“Haven’t even put it in and she’s slobbering all over me, messy fuckin’ girl...”

Embarrassment floods your face as you turn your head to hide in a pillow but Heeseung is having none of it. His hand leaves your neck to fist your hair, yanking your head back. He hisses when he feels your clit throb against his length at the pain.

“No, be good and say it”, he growls, nudging the fat head of his leaky tip on your entrance, teasing you with the pressure.

“Tell me what my hole wants, baby.”

When you hesitate, he pops in with just the tip only to snatch it out before you can even enjoy the stretch. Reaching up for his hand, you keep your eyes locked on his as you put his palm to your throat, voice shaking with need.

“She wants”, you swallow, “she wants you to use her— fuck her till she’s gaping— ngh!”

He pushes in in one nasty thrust, pelvis flush to your ass, stuffing himself deep inside your spasming heat.

Somewhere between the way your blood immediately starts burning through your skin and the addictive pleasure of being stretched to the point of pain; you know Heeseung’s already ruined you. A guttural cry leaves your lips, strangled when he tightens his hand.

“Damn— y’little pussy’s choking my shit”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

You strain to hear him through the cotton filling your head. Heeseung pulls out as your cunt spasms around his dick so he can slam back in, hips snapping in a mean pace. Realistically, he knows he should be the responsible one that he always is and hold back a little but god he loves you like this too much to stop.

It’s a wonder of its own how you don’t even sound like yourself anymore, keening high and cockdrunk while your sloppy hole drips pathetically down his balls.

Everything becomes stimulation at this point. The air conditioning in the room against your hot skin, the sheets rubbing your puffy nipples raw— even the sting in your scalp when Heeseung pulls your head back until he can see your face. Sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead but he doesn’t even seem to care as he looks into your dazed face, pupils blown.

You’re looking at him like he’s something you’d spend the rest of your days worshipping and it quickly becomes too much, fingers winding tighter in your hair before shoving your face into the pillows.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that”, he moans, jaw clenched. “Hearts all in those pretty eyes like you’re in love with my dick—”

As soon as he says it, your walls clamp hard around him and just like that any thought of going easier on you vanishes. Angling your position until he finds that sweet spot that makes you cry before absolutely pummeling away at it.

Your wails vibrate your throat, body fighting to keep the arch hes got you in, teary eyes rolling back with so much force it makes your head hurt. The pleasure grows with an intensity that threatens to tear you apart— leaving you in tatters on his mattress. Each sob takes you closer to your end and it’s too good to fight. Heeseung drags the edges of his teeth across the back of your neck, grinding balls deep just to feel your begging pussy throb around him.

Giving into the urge to eat you up, his tongue falls out as he tastes the salt on your shoulder. He lets out a greedy hum as he places a wet kiss to your ear but it’s too much and the next roll of his hips has your knees shaking as your cunt creams all over him.

“Oh fuck— hah, she cummin’ already?”

The way he says it makes you feel humiliated but you can’t help it. Your orgasm takes you completely by surprise as your stuffed pussy aches, leaking and twitching while Heeseung fucks you dumb. You try to collect yourself despite the shockwaves of overstimulation— a useless attempt because he’s suddenly thumbing precise circles on your swollen clit, sending your nerves into overdrive.

You’re trying so hard to come down but Heeseung won’t let you. He keeps your brain pooling out of your puffy wet pussy, moaning breathily as your walls spasm. Precum streams from the head of his fat cock, smooching slimy full kisses right up against your g spot. Chest burning, you swear you’re losing your mind, squirming enough to disrupt his pace.

Clicking his teeth, Heeseung lifts himself off you. He doesn’t pull out but instead large hands grip your waist as he flips you onto your back, hiking your knees up to your ears as he presses his toned body flush to yours and your mouth drops in a soundless scream.

He feels even deeper now and even better because now Heeseung is able to watch how debauched your face looks melting from being out of your mind with pleasure. Nipping your jaw, making you cry with vicious strokes.

“You’re such a slut, letting me fuck you like this.”

He hisses in your face as you sob in bliss. He’s so deep he might as well be in your guts but you still mange to keep looking at him like that. Y’too pretty to be staring at him though those wet clumpy lashes like he’s the best there ever is, was, and is yet to come.

“Fuck, baby—told you to stop with the looks.”

With a rough groan, his own eyes soften with furrowed brows as his mouth falls to yours, a new edge prickling at his senses. Your mouth is eager, plush lips parting at the first lap of tongue, welcoming him with your own swirling messily around his. You’re both raw for each other, getting out the intensity of your emotions in the most desperate way you know how. Physically. There’s so much, too much, and not enough but you’re close more than anything else and so is Heeseung.

The sloppiest sounds fill the room, headboard slamming against the wall as you part with an erotic smack.

Heeseung’s hand cups your jaw, cooing down at you with lidded eyes as he pets your tongue with his thumb.

“Good girl…so easy f’me,”

You’re sopping wet— not just your pussy but your mouth too and it sends shivers up his spine. Cock throbbing hotly, he swears the longer he looks at you, the closer he gets. Your warbled moans vibrate his thumb as he leans closer, warm breath ghosting into your mouth before he spits a wad of saliva down the back of your throat.

The way you tighten have his eyes fluttering back along with your sweet babbles that make his cock pulsate, full balls aching. You feel so good it leaves him desperate, impossible to think clearly. He could have you like this and worse a million times but it’d never be enough.

He’s started to become a habit you can’t kick and one you don’t want to either. So, you go boneless beneath him— let his pelvis grind your poor clit, wrap your arms around his neck, kiss him back like you wouldn’t be in therapy for months after this.

There was never a slow build, the heat festering inside him was there from the moment you showed up at his apartment. It burned hotter with everything you’d do— your cries, your begging, those looks you gave him, and how fucking delicious you looked at his mercy. Especially now, you’re still being so good for him. Trying to endure the filthy way he’s bruising your guts with each wet slap until the hairs at the base of his torso are slathered in your juices.

“Mmhm, that’s it baby— make a mess on my dick when you cum on it”,

The heated words add to your blissed out delirium, chest heaving in ruined, hiccuping bleats. Your ankles cross around the back of his neck with your arms, keeping him as close to you as possible because you need to feel it, him paint your walls. Each twitching pull of your impending orgasm brings him that much closer to falling off the same cliff.

“Yesss, your pussy’s too good”, he moans, slurred and hot. “I’m so close— where do you want me, sweetheart?”

“Insideee!” You choke out, begging for it with how you tighten around him. “It’s yours! C-cum inside— pleaaasee!”

Dropping his head against the pillows next to your head with a groan, Heeseung presses his weight into you, fucking you like your hole is his personal fleshlight. He makes you take it until you can’t anymore— reaching your limit as your jaw drops, limbs twitching as all the sensations trample over themselves.

You tighten so much that he can’t move, fat cock throbbing with your molten pulsing walls that contract, trying to push him out with the force but soak him instead.

“Ugh— fuck!”

The hot gush of your pussy makes his mind go blank, losing control as the tingling filthiness sets off his own orgasm, dick swelling to the point of pain before streams of thick cum join the obscene mess between your thighs. Yeah, you’re so fucked. Not just because the same guy who is in charge of keeping everyone’s ID is also the best dick of your life but because you like him. Feeling his cock shoot rope after rope against that gooey spot inside you for over a minute, Heeseung nuzzles against your now limp form.

The gentle kisses being sprinkled over your face don’t help you stay awake but they’re nice.

It’s quiet too, the charged air settling down after a few minutes. Heeseung eases your legs down slowly, massaging them like earlier. Moving consciously, he slips out of you as gently as he can. He’s still tingling when he looks down to see his cum drip out of your gaping hole.

Briefly, he gets the urge to lick it out but your pussy is completely enflamed— a sign that you’ve had enough for one night. With that, he hums softly, crawling over your body to kiss all over your heated skin, waiting until you’ve caught your breath a little to call your name.

Your responding hum is light and sweet from exhaustion and it makes him smile when you return a few of his kisses.

“Come on, baby,” you groan when he tries to move you and he feels the grin before it appears.

“We gotta get cleaned up.”

Another groan. It might be childish of you but you don’t care, you want a nap.

“And you have to pee—”, you groan even louder this time, turning your head too to show him you’re (very poorly) ignoring him.

Fine.

Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he gets off to grab your ankles, dragging you down to the foot of the bed where he picks you up.

The gasp you let out is a little too interested and your hope he doesn’t notice but those dreams are swiftly dashed when he quirks a brow, kissing your forehead with a telling smirk. Ugh, you hate when they know.

“Later—you need to pee and so we can take a bath, pretty.”

You sigh, still displeased because you’re tired but a bath with Heeseung sounds heavenly.

“Then we can take a nap?” He nods, setting you down in front of the toilet with a grin.

“Of course.”

You try to sound like you’re put out as you finally pee but your heart pounds at the care he’s dedicated to giving you. Embarrassingly enough though, he’s still standing there naked as the day he was born, watching you pee and fight sleep with a curious smile while you struggle to hide one of your own.

“Can I help you?” You sass.

He shakes his head, looking at you too fondly for fake frenemies before he goes to start preparing your bath.

It would be a lie to say you don’t fall asleep halfway through, laying back on his chest in warm scented water with his perfect fingers tracing mindless patterns on your arms. You feel like everything he’s ever been afraid to feel in his arms, light breaths leaving your mouth while you rest.

He doesn’t know what you two are just yet but he knows he’s not doing this with anyone else and maybe when you wake up, he’ll ask if you feel the same.

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When you come to, you’re in bed alone and suspiciously clean. Even the bedding is different, light streams through the curtains as you look around but there’s no Heeseung. Frowning, you get out of bed, taking note of the large band t shirt you’re in to go look for him.

Walking through the hall, your legs shake with strain. A wave of embarrassment hits you for a reason you refuse to address without a professional present when you hear a soft noise from the kitchen. Feet padding softly, you slowly make your way down the stairs.

Nothing prepares you for what you see.

There— in the kitchen making breakfast is Heeseung…wearing nothing but an apron.

As he turns around at the sound of your scandalized gasp, he gives you a devastating smile, all mischief and cheek.

“Good morning, baby.”

You can only gape at him, speechless.

A pretty menace in heels and French tips with hair and makeup done to perfection while being able to ruin anyone’s day in a single sentence. Icy glares and sentences that sting from a socialite— that was you. Kai was the complete opposite, not to mention he’s a nerd. Anime, manga, old games and their lore, he’s even past level 170 on Wizard101— he wasn’t just a nerd; he was a fucking geek.

So how?

His friends just knew you probably walked their poor Kai like a dog behind closed doors… and they’re not necessarily wrong— but they’re not right either.

Kai himself knows he must have saved the world and probably the polar bears too in a past life to get to be dating you. One kiss from those glossy lips and he was more than willing to do every little thing you commanded. He’d recite the periodic table to amuse you— paint your nails, bring your laundry up, let you do his makeup, it was whatever you wanted.

Outside looking in, it was almost laughable how someone with his size let someone tell him what to do but he couldn’t love where he’s at more. Now, not only were you known as the bitch who’s hot around campus but the one with the oversized nerd always tagging around your heels.

Sure you were bossy and cold on your best day but you were always so sweet to him. In a world full of complexities, the answer is simple. You didn’t want a puppy— you wanted a big dog. Knows when to shut up, follow commands and shower you with affection. So, when you passed him in the hallway, trying to make himself look smaller when your clique strolled by— there was no hesitation when you asked him out. Huening Kai likes pretty things with their own XP like dungeons he couldn’t beat on his best run though.

You don’t walk him though.

He gets his leash for you.

“Mmphh!.. Nhgh-!!”

Or in this case his muzzle.

His brows are pinched together like he’s in pain but the size of his pupils tell a different story; tearily staring up at you while you use him to fuck yourself silly.

“Hmmph!”

Straddling his toned waist, you lift yourself up only to slam back down his fat length in blissfully rough strokes. Each one has Kai painfully aware of the mess going on where you’re both connected.

A filthy mixture of your squirt on his lower abs and inner thighs, your wetness downright sopping because the cum from his previous loads have formed creamy rings around the base of his overstimulated cock— dripping down his heavy balls to wet his plug-stretched hole.

The rosy flush on his skin is divine, messy hair splayed about the pillows while he keens and whimpers like the desperate mutt he always is when it comes comes to you but stays on his best behavior. For you.

“Fucckkk! Feels sooo good…”, you moan drunkenly, swiveling your hips down to grind his weeping slit into your g-spot. “Prettiest toy with the fattest cock”, throwing your head back, you brace your hands against the meat of his broad chest, griiiinding back and forth— dragging your clit along the underside of your favorite vein of his in heated bliss.

“Ghkk…mmfh!” The whimper tears out of his throat broken, ruined and pathetic. Drool leaks from the sides of his muzzle to join his tears.

Helpless, Kai watches you lick it off him, using his momentary distraction to tweak and pull at his puffy nipples hard. A shrill cry gets trapped behind his muzzle, glazed eyes shooting to the back of his skull, engorged cock throbbing inside you when you tighten– choking him with your sloppy walls.

“Thaaat’s it”, you coo, quickening your pace, hands fitting around his neck like a collar and getting closer to another orgasm just looking at the fucked out mess beneath you. “Bein’ s-so good f’me-…my good boy..”

You’re back to pounding yourself up and down on him, shaking his body and the bed with your harsh movements. The wet plap plap plap plap plap with the obscene slurps of your stuffed cunt having him losing it.

And you can tell.

Kai is shaking like a leaf– drooling, poor asshole spasming around the thick toy you fucked him with earlier.

“Y’ so pretty, huh baby?”

Bringing your head down to his beefy chest, you latch on to one of his nipples and suck. His reaction is nothing short of pleasing— hot precum shoots out in rivulets; adding to the mess inside you. Hissing in pleasure, rubbing your sweet spot raw with each dizzying pump of your hips; you grind the puffy nub between your teeth and bite— lighting searing pleasure up his spine. Kai’s whole body shocks and it sounds like he’s babbling but less human and more guttural, sobbing out wrecked bleats.

You find you actually want him to say it back to you. That he is pretty— very pretty in fact. Reaching your fingers up to his mouth, you pop the bar of the muzzle from between his teeth, voice cracking like a whip.

“Speak.”

And he’s so cute when he listens. Jumping to obey you like he always does, even now. High off pleasure and overstimulation his soft voice chokes out after you.

“M- I’m so pretty..!” Should he get checked out for liking the frighteningly pleased grin on your face?

You fuck him even deeper now— to the point where he swears he’s liable to catch a fever from how hot your insides are running. The stretch is mouth-watering because he’s just that big and you love it. Fitting the muzzle back between his teeth, you lean down to bite the whorl of his flushed ear. “Sexy little bitch…”

The drool leaking out from his muzzle is copious at this point– wetting his neck and your hand so much to where you have to move it. Without missing a beat, you’re even rougher on his other nipple. Greedily sucking like he can give you milk if you keep it up long enough before closing your teeth down around the stiff peak— lapping the leftover tinges of pain away with another suffocatingly hot roll of your pussy. Kai swears he’s melting.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Oh god-

You’re going to milk him.

The sounds behind his muzzle are sloppy and mindless, empty head lolling to the side as his eyes start to flutter— thoroughly ruined. Kai chokes on another hiccuping wail, hole sucking the plug stuffed in it as his balls tighten up. High pitched keens bleed through, swollen cock throbbing borderline painfully inside the drooling hole he’s stuffed in–

..and he comes apart.

Like a broken nozzle, cum squirts out in fat chords, filling you with his cream and it’s so intense he’s worried his heart might stop.

It’s so hot and you already feel so full that your own orgasm is triggered. Gritting your teeth, the heat coursing through you starts of as a little spatter but ends up gushing out of you, spraying the hard muscles of Huening’s body with your squirt— his big hands steady on your waist to help you fuck yourself through it.

“O-ooh! Good boy Hyuka, cummin’ aaallll in your pussy- fuck!”

Suddenly, he’s able to see his own health bar.

If he dies from this, he’ll die one blessed man.

Panting, his ears ring as you hump away at his cock; not giving a fuck if he was shooting blanks at this point.

When you finally stop, slurred moans and hoarse whimpers are what fill the room. Kai looking up at you sitting pretty stuffed full of him with dazed little hearts in his eyes….

It’s also the first time he tells you as soon as his mouth is free that—

It’s like going from regular Spotify to premium.

The two of you hang out but you also go on dates. Sometimes casual, other times you’re getting a cryptic intentionally nonchalant message to dress up and the time he’s coming by to get you and the next thing you know your being driven out over an hour to some extremely elaborate soirée with all kinds of people dressed just at intricately as you. The stars in Riki’s eyes are different now when he looks at you.

“Beautiful…”, whispered against your forehead right before he kisses it and biting your lip while you hold your breath is all you can do so you don’t scream.

There’s so many new sides to each other you see now that you obviously wouldn’t have when you were just friends.

For example, Riki who on the outside is cool and quiet is actually the complete opposite in a relationship. Whiny when you don’t give him enough attention, whiny when people give you too much attention (like the instagram fiasco). He’s even clingier now— going as far to have an attitude when having to go for long periods of time without you. Completely shameless, he is a man that is not above begging and guilt tripping to make you give in or stay.

“But the last trip was girls only! Why do you have to go to this one? It’s like you never miss me at all🥺😔…”

“I’ll be so lonely…what if I need a hug?” You pinch your lips in to help suppress the smile fighting to show as you look down at the top of his head. Riki lets out a pained groan, shuffling closer on his knees to nuzzle his face harder into your stomach as you wrap your arms around his head.

“Baby, it’s barely two days and you do have friends—“, another pained sigh and you can’t fight the smile anymore. “Ask Kai for a hug if you need one.” He shakes his head so hard, you’re worried he’ll give himself friction burn, long arms tightening around you.

“Noooo! I don’t wanna hug Kai”, he spits his name out like a curse. “I wanna stay with you…” Fuck. He’s too cute. You might lose this one. Taking a deep breath, you don’t say anything else because if you do, you’ll give and he knows it.

“Please, baby?” Resting his chin on your stomach after kissing it, big distraught eyes look up at your swiftly crumbling expression. “Stay— don’t make me miss you, love you too much…” You slam your eyes shut.

K.O. Flawless victory.

He knows he’s won when you cup his face, bangles cool against his cheek when you lean down to place a tender kiss on his lips, softly cooing.

“My poor baby— it’s fine, I can stay. For you.”

Soaking up your attention, he can hardly hide his victorious grin as your phone vibrates on the counter while you scatter lip stain all over his face; your friends waiting for a reply that won’t come until much later. The later being after you’re both in bed with him shirtless because it’s on you. You’re about to go to sleep and he’s wrapped comfortably around you when you gasp, finally remembering,

“I never texted the girls back!” Before you can think about texting them back now, Riki moves you tighter against him, voice low and melodic. “Wait until morning? It’s really late, what if we wake them?” He has a point so you agree to get back to them then.

But don’t you know the flight is in the morning? The same flight he’ll conveniently make sure you forget all about. It doesn’t matter if you already said you’d stay, there’s nothing wrong with some…insurance.

Whenever either of you cancel on your friends, you have to have a suitable excuse because while going from friends to lovers wasn’t difficult…

Keeping your relationship a secret was.

Now, it’s not like you’re ashamed or embarrassed about each other— just neither of you were in the mood to hear the “I told you so”’s from everyone who knew you. In the end, you just liked keeping each other to yourselves. Plus you got enough flak just for being friends with Riki from girls around campus who liked him and you really didn’t want a repeat of the incident from 2 months ago.

It wasn’t a party, per se but a loud social gathering with lots of people, loud music, dancing and drinks. You told him it’d be easier to call it a party even though the mass text said get together but Jackson said he was trying to work on his reputation. How calling the very obvious party a not party helped him? You didn’t have a single clue.

It wasn’t long after arriving that you and Riki split up. He didn’t particularly want to be there in the first place but telling you no was never his favorite thing to do so he tagged along under zero pressure when you mentioned it. He ended up upstairs, sipping the second drink he’s had all night talking to a couple of guys he was friends with on the team when he pulled out his phone and saw the time. 12:47. You got there at 11.

He hadn’t seen you since 11.

Immediately he’s up, drink abandoned on the table. Different people try to talk to him, unfamiliar faces, random girls with too wide smiles and way too much perfume but he brushes them all off— moving with single minded intent. As tall as he is, looking over a crowd is easy but his heart is starting to race because he still doesn’t see you.

Storming into the kitchen, he looks around. There’s a few girls who all turn to look at him when he enters. One even says hi. They’re not you so he can’t be bothered, walking right back out ready to start yelling your name over the music if that’s what it takes when someone bumps into his chest with all the force of a sinner trying to run out of hell.

Looking down, his heart begins to slow because it’s finally you. But now that he knows you’re safe—

“Where the hell have you b—“, when you look up, you’re crying. Thick tears stream down your face, streaking your makeup that he knows took forever while your chest visibly jumps from all the effort it’s taking you not to sob.

His heart stops.

“I-I’m sorry but”, you try to take a deep breath but it only ends in more tears. “We can go h-home now.” Big hands cradle your face, ignoring everyone around you as he tries to calm you down. You’d barely been here two hours and you wanted to leave? Not only was that unlike you but you were crying. Crying and you wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“What happened?”

You keep quiet.

Shaking your head while the answer stays trapped behind your bitten lips. He’d let it go and take you home straight away but something caused this. He can’t let that slide.

“Who did it?” He tries again, voice growing more desperate with each minute that passes where you won’t talk or even look at him.

“Baby, please.” Dark eyes search your face until your red ones look at him.

“Talk to me, look at your pretty face— you’re all upset.” Still nothing. He still tries.

“Who did it? Let me fix it.” Your voice is the smallest he’s ever heard it when you ask,

“Then we can go home?” He nods, thumbs brushing your tear-stained cheeks.

“Then we can go home.” After that, you tell him. There was this group of girls you met in the kitchen and you thought they liked you until one of them had suddenly switched up, telling you that you’re lucky to even know him; let alone be friends.

“A-and that you only hang out with me b-because”, the sob that you were holding back breaks as a fresh wave of tears fall down your face. “Because I’m a hooker..” as in anyone could pay to have you because you were only worth that much. The look on his face is crestfallen, waiting for you to finish. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard you sound so… embarrassed.

“I never said anything because you never made me feel bad but do you? T-think I’m a—“,

He stops you with a gentle kiss to your cheek before you can even think about repeating it.

“I think the world of you.” His voice is so soft, it’s hard to hear over everything but you do. “Dressing sexy, being a flirt, wearing makeup— doesn’t make you easy and none of it makes you a hooker. I never say anything about your style because I love it. Fun and cheeky and a little irresponsible”, that last part makes you laugh.

“But it’s all you, baby. You’re fine as you are.”

You kiss his thumb brushing your lip in silent thanks. It’s way too intimate and affectionate for people who are just friends but looking back it was probably repressed denial.

“Who told you that anyway?” Riki sounds calm—casual. Absolutely concerned too but little do you know his heart is pounding in his chest ready to go find to whoever the fuck made you cry. You shrug, it’s hard to remember her name but you tell him what she was wearing and it clicks when he gets her face in his mind.

The girl in the kitchen. The one who said hi to him.

He hands the keys to his car over so you can wait for him while he goes to grab something he “left”. You don’t find out until weeks later that not only did he tell that same girl that she couldn’t be further from his type; and that drunk and high off of every pill on the planet, he’d still never go for her—but he also told her if she ever so much as looked at you wrong that he’d stop at nothing to ruin any social life she’ll ever have.

To this day— whenever you would manage to see her in the hall, she’d already be turning back around.

That whole scene was a completely new side of Riki you’d never even glimpsed. Such intense protectiveness while staying calming and sweet to you. Then again, he was always sweet to you…except the week he finally had time and remembered to get condoms after promising to fuck you stupid as soon as he did.

That week you were convinced he seriously was trying to kill you.

You were walking back from mess hall when Niki texts you. Short, simple but vague enough to make you pause in your stride.

Come to mines. There’s something I wanna show you.

Heart beating faster, you look around to make sure nobody sees the wide-eyed look you’re staring your screen down with before you make a mad dash out the main entrance. Panting, your fingers fly across the screen as you text back.

Is it for me?

There’s a ping less than a minute later. The first is a photo attachment that makes your breath catch and the next is the message.

Only for you, baby. All of it.

By the time you get to your car, you already feel a mess. The tight burn of arousal simmers in your lower abdomen as you start to drip. It’s embarrassing how you’re hardly able to text him that you’re on your way, fixing your makeup at every red light until it’s even more perfect. After last time, you decided to do lash extensions instead of falsies that wouldn’t make it past round 2 with Riki.

Squeezing your thighs together the whole ride there, by the time you actually arrive you’re soaked through. Puffy, wet and so so warm— clit throbbing with need against the seam of your tight jeans.

Hand to his door, you only get to knock once before it swings open in your startled face and you’re being yanked inside. After toeing off your shoes, he quickly crowds you against the wall. Neither of you say anything right away while Riki takes a slow, good look at you and how gorgeous you look all dolled up the way you always are. He wants to appreciate it a little before he reduces you to the simplest form.

Nerves turn the blood under your skin into an electrical current, pupils steadily dilating as you look at each other, tension thick. Riki breaks first, stepping close to wrap his big hand tight around your throat. Heat slots through your core fast. Slamming into your gut like a cannonball— heavy and unforgiving. You even start to feel dizzy with how suddenly you catch yourself slipping.

His name leaves you in a breathy plea.

You almost trip over your feet when he drags you even closer— directly to his mouth to whisper against your lips.

“Didn’t I promise to fuck you up as soon as it was safe?”

Riki doesn’t wait for you to answer— laving his tongue hotly across your jaw before suckling open, wet kisses up to your mouth. Cushioning your bottom lip between his lips, his mouth deliciously flush to yours– suckling softly before doing the same to your top lip.

It’s slow. Deliberate.

Tilting his head, he deepens the kiss. Tracing his tongue sloppily across the inseam of your parted lips, dipping inside to lick at the corner of your mouth before moulding his tongue against yours when you moan— Riki’s mouth swallowing the sound whole. His other hand caresses down up and down your waist; teasing the underside of your tits with his thumb. Your body is thrumming, livewire as he kisses you like this is the last time you’ll ever want him.

If only he knew how much you always did.

When he pulls away, there’s a thin string of spit connected to your mouths and his lips are tingling because of your plumping gloss. He’s also hard. Well, he was hard 45 minutes before he even texted you to come over simply because he knew you were coming over. Earlier that week he got hard on a random Wednesday because he knew you were coming over Friday.

Loosening his hold a bit around your throat, the quick rush of oxygen makes you throb. Riki lets out a low purr of approval, relishing the way your eyes glaze over.

“Oh you’re gonna be real good f’me…” Your pulse spikes. Hard.

“Just like you were the first time. Remember, baby?” You nod because you would never be able to physically forget. It took your body days to completely calm down after; your pupils would get huge whenever you’d so much as smell a room he’d recently been in. You’d feel him when he wasn’t even around— dripping wet each time.

Riki smiles when you nod, kissing you one more time before swinging you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeal in favor of taking the familiar route to his room. Feeling giddy, you kick your legs just to annoy him. He huffs out an amused laugh, cracking his hand down hard on your ass to still your squirming, making you gasp.

There’s no time to catch your breath though when you’re promptly dropped on the bed, Riki yanks his shirt off—on you right after. Fingers wrap around your ankles as he yanks you down the to the edge where he’s kneeling. Heart pounding, hot puffs of air dance teasingly across your skin with every barely there brush of his pink lips. You shiver at the feeling.

“Y’know”, A harsh suck to the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your pants has you cutting him off with a needy whine. Riki slots his mouth over each bit of skin he exposes as he peels your jeans off.

“I’ve been wantin’ to kiss her forever, baby…”, he rasps.

Nosing down to the center of your wet panties, Riki groans when he sees how wet you are. Arousal darkens the color of your pretty underwear as the fabric clings so much he can see the swell of your clit. Appetizing. You’re all slick and puffy and you smell so fucking good. Pressing his nose to your cunt, he takes a deep lungful of your scent— eyes fluttering closed while his cock throbs in response. Yanking his pants down to relieve some of the pressure, he takes another deep drag of your arousal.

“N-Niki! What’re you-!” Your voice gets higher in your embarrassment but he can’t stop. Even when your fingers twist in his hair, trying to pull him away he stays. Mouth watering, his tongue falls out to lap a hard stripe up your pussy. Pleasure burns hot in your gut, the weight of his tongue dragging your panties against your clit. In a daze, you grind your hips up mindlessly into his face. Hiccuping moans break into a sharp gasp when your panties are torn clean off you so Riki can eat properly.

The effortless show of strength makes you that much wetter, spreading your legs wider as his tongue slips between your slick folds— lapping against your drooling hole.

“Ooh! F-fuck!”

Your fingers in his hair reflexively tighten, Riki hooking your legs over his his shoulders. He’s trying not to get too carried away but you’re so addictive. The most delicious wet dream under his hungry mouth as he teases your clit between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth until you’re arching off the bed. Sucking until your pussy is enflamed and sopping.

Gasping cries blend in with the carnal sounds of him actively trying to lick you into a coma. Your head is spinning. You don’t know if you want to get away or stay right where you are, body writhing in pleasure. It’s not like it doesn’t feel good— the problem is that it’s too good and a possible threat to your sanity.

“Niki!” His name is ripped from your throat in a visceral cry. Body shaking, you beg as coherently as you can to get a break or at least get him to—

“N-not“, your voice cracks, “Don’t suck so har—ah!”

Separating from your bud, Riki kisses the string of spit connecting him away…riiiight before his fat tongue forces its way inside you, writhing and probing against all the right places. Fuck. Your brain turns to mush. A choked moan gets trapped in your chest, thighs quivering. It feels like you’re going crazy. Tensing then relaxing, involuntary bleats escaping when you try to grit your teeth and withstand it.

You can’t tell which is louder; Riki or your pussy. Riki’s sure it’s more than likely him. He’s always been a messy eater on his best day but when he gets his mouth on something he’s been craving? Good luck, babe. Big hands tighten around your waist as he burrows his face deeper between your thighs. You wail, pleasure racing through you when he slips his tongue out your hole only to run devastating long strokes up your slit before lapping at your perky clit in hungry licks before plump lips wrap tight around it.

His earlier vow not to get carried away is nothing but a distant memory now. Hardly a notion.

The taste and smell of you is addicting. You as a whole was another type of hypnotic entirely and that was before he even knew how you looked falling from the highs of vicious ecstasy. But now, ever since having taken you into himself, it’s through you that this new season has unlocked inside of him. You darken the black of his very pupils.

It’s why he’s so starving— so hungry even though you’re pooling into his mouth, sensitive everywhere throbbing beneath his tongue. It’s primal, Riki eats you like he’s trying to tear you apart but he can’t help it. He just wants you so bad and now he’s drowning in you.

Wrecked moans taper into pleading sobs. Hot tears stream down your face as your cunt tightens— pulsing wildly against his ravenous tongue until all the pressure just gives, soaking his mouth when you cum.

Obscene moans and the wet smacking of his lips fill the room but you barely hear it over the ringing in your cotton filled ears— cumming so hard you think you pull something. Each struggling breath prolongs the storm of melting bliss, coating you inside out in a thick haze of heat until you go boneless.

Pinpricks of over sensitivity kick in when he slows down instead of stopping entirely. You’re a gasping sweating, limp mess on his bed as you try to catch your breath and get your limbs to remember their functions. Whining, your fingers in his hair pushy weakly.

“O-okay…”, another lazy lick up your folds, “Enouggghhh—“, Riki looks up and you and falls all over again. Panting through bitten kiss-swollen lips, your hair is mussed, hard nipples poke through your top while your chest heaves and your makeup has started to run a bit. In a rush of heady musk and sugar, your beauty spirals into disarray. He’s purring at this point, kissing your lips one more time before actually separating. Nuzzling your inner thigh contently, he rasps,

“S’ just licking her clean…”. You hold back a scoff. For him to sound so docile like he didn’t just almost lick her off your body is crazy.

Warm pillowy lips make their way up your body in succulent kisses— pausing just long enough to strip your shirt off then his mouth is back to it. Brushing across your collarbone, you pull him into a kiss, tasting yourself with a needy hum. Reaching down, you’re not surprised to find him rock hard but…

“Why’s your dick so wet? Wait, d-did you—!”

Riki doesn’t let you finish because yes—he did but he’d rather be stretching you out then explaining how he came from sucking you off. He doesn’t answer, making sure your earlier question is forgotten; lost to your moan when he slips two fingers in. Thick digits curve up on every sloppy thrust inside you— bullying spots you had trouble even grazing. The wetness is audible, echoing in the room with your whoreish moans.

He wasn’t sure before but as his fingers brush between your cheeks to your other hole— wet from your cum and his spit—he is now. Grinding his fingers in dizzyingly hot pulses, Riki’s voice is wicked. Low and smooth when he purrs out,

“No plug today, pretty girl?”

Your mind goes blank.

“That’s fine, I know exaaactly how my sloppy holes like bein’ stretched out…”.

A third finger squeezes inside, spreading you wonderfully. Shivers wrack your body, wet babbles stumble over your tongue— trying to say something, anything. What that something is, you can’t remember with the way Riki is abusing that aching spot inside you. Greedy eyes take you in, hissing when the hand around his cock tightens, jerking him in uncoordinated strokes.

You’re forced to let go when Riki takes his fingers out to maneuver your legs over his shoulders, pants taken completely off sometime earlier. Tapping the fat, dripping head of his dick on your clit, he almost forgets to reach above you to grab a condom from the small table closest to the bed. Your mouth goes a little dry because he’s big. You saw earlier but it’s still a bit intimidating.

“Pick a hole, baby.” Riki husks down at you, ripping the foil open with his teeth, he rolls it over his length— moaning in unison with you when he slaps it against the heat of your drooling cunt again as you scramble to decide. Unfortunately and unproductively, your lunatic tendencies kick in. The same ones that had you talking back before emerges to pant out—

“Why don’t you pick?”

Teeth flash in a ravenous grin— downright wolfish as he leans down to suck a kiss to the inside of your left knee. Somewhere between the gleam in his eye and the grin should have been your first warning.

“Because if I do”, he kisses your right knee, “I’m picking both and lickin’ em clean when I’m done.” The shocked look on your face is adorable but he’s being serious. You will be absent for the rest of the day and a few of the ones after if you let him pick. That’s the general warning. To you? It’s a challenge.

“Pick then.” Looking at him daringly through your lashes and smeared eyeliner that had been a taste of the ruin to come. Riki has to close his eyes, take a deep breath.

He’s in the middle of counting when you rake your nails down his chest, cooing breathlessly at the red streaks left behind. His eyes snap open when he hears a whiny moan, looking down to find you playing with your nipples. Flicking and squeezing until it almost hurts, staring into his blown pupils with your own. Closing his hand around your throat, Riki feels the racing of your pulse while you squirm.

“Nuh-uh, none of that. Keep talking”, positioning himself at your twitching hole, he squeezes harder. “Get it all out right now, baby— before your messy cunt does all the talking for you.”

Again, you can’t seem to help yourself. Don’t give a second thought to the last straw you trample over with the next sentence.

“Y’want me to beg? Beg for you to fuck me so hard that I’m squirtin’ all ov- nngh!”

Maybe it was your voice, or the way your softness felt underneath him, smooth hands running over him or how he felt sliding between your swollen pussy lips getting wetter with each rock of his hips while you messed with him like the spoiled little thing you are. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. Not when he’s slamming into your crybaby pussy in one merciless thrust.

He might as well have pressed a reset button on you. Jaw dropped open in a piercing wail, your spine arches at how full you are so fast.

“O-oh god—!” That’s all you can get out through your choked sob when Riki grinds his pelvis that’s flush to yours against your clit while simultaneously kissing that spot inside you that makes you tighten more. Slick dripping onto his covers. You’re so cute— struggling to take him and talk your shit even while your cunt cries around him. He’s almost inclined to take it easy on you. Key word is almost.

“That’s right, baby…”

Pulling out a little more so there’s more of that spine tingling pleasure when he slams back in, setting a heavy pace.

“Go ahead and cry for him…”, The grip on your throat tightens as he uses it to slam you down with each thrust before folding you in half so he can kiss you. Needs to kiss you. His mouth is as devouring as it always is, nipping your lips before licking into the wet space to suck your tongue feverishly— pulling away with a filthy grin as he reaches down to strum your clit.

You really start making noise then. Hot, twitching walls squeeze him like slick fist making him growl against your drooling gloss smeared lips, wearing half of the glittery stuff on his own face but most delightfully—

“There you go— there’s my good girl”, The praise is breathed in your gasping mouth; heady sweetness dripping of his words as you lose your mind.

He’s so fucking deep.

You’re completely incoherent when he decides to latch on to one of your puffy nipples and sucks— broad tongue swirling greedily around the bud. Chest caving, a sharp moan bolts from your lips at the stinging bliss and the sound makes Riki suck harder.

Rolling the puffy nub between his teeth, he closes down to bite— searing pain sweetens the lightening racing up your spine as you cry out. You’re so soft, so wet and lovely beneath him; sensitive body jerking spastically while he fucks you until you can’t tell if you’re one person or his entirely. Sobbing out almost tortured groans and whimpers as he gives your other nipple the same treatment. Sucking it like a pacifier before teasing it between his teeth and biting— soothing the leftover sting with generous laps of tongue and another disgustingly deep grind in your pussy.

“I-I…!” You try. You try like hell to tell him that you’re gonna fucking cum but fail because of how tight he’s choking you. The lack of oxygen heightens your sensitivity as your voice breaks and it’s music to his ears. He shifts inside a little and can tell where you end immediately. Weak hands grab his wrist before he watches your eyes roll back, blissed out. The sight drives him crazy.

“Bein’ so fuckin’ good”, lean hips move faster as your nerves scatter. “My good, pretty little slut letting me fuck her just how we need—! S’fuckin tight…” Each pulpy slam of his hips becomes stickier and stickier so he looks down and curses, almost blows his load at the sight. You’re creaming. Hard. Milky slick bubbling around the base of his cock, making a mess on him as you gasp and cry for him.

Words can’t touch how good you feel— floating as Riki’s fat cock carves you out, absolutely battering that gooey spot inside you. At this rate, you’ll cum until you faint from the way he makes you take it.

Riki groans, rutting into you harder as he looks at your fucked out expression.

“Goddamn if you could see you right now- fuck-“ he curses as he feels another wave of slick pour out of your cunt. This time he’s generous enough to let go of your windpipe so you can rasp out his name through wet keens.

“N-Niki!”

“Yeah, baby? Talk t’me”, He’s being an ass with how he talks down to you this time. You both know the chances of you responding coherently are slim with your eyes fighting not to roll back into your skull in bliss but he keeps it up anyways.

“I’m listening….”, and you know that but he’s fucking into that little nook and— “Gonna cum?” A gurgled moan and dead weight is his answer.

“Yeah, you are.”

Grabbing your hips, he moves your legs higher on his shoulders as he slams you down to meet his thrusts, reveling in the way you warble his name— using you like a cock sleeve and you’re pulling him to your mouth because you really are at your limit. Meeting you in the middle, Riki gives you a sloppy kiss, heat burning through his gut while getting closer to the edge with you.

“Sooo deep—”, you slur out, hearts in your eyes as he rolls his hips in a nasty grind that ends up being the final nail in your coffin. Eyes finally fluttering back and before you can warn him— hot squirt is suddenly splashing against Riki as he fucks you boneless. “Oh, good girl..” Fingers move faster against your poor clit. “Theerrre you go, sweetness—“, Baby names pending…

Despite hitting the eject button on your soul, Riki doesn’t stop.

“Shhh, m’not too deep”, the rough drawl has a warm jolt of electricity light up your spine. Pressing a heavy hand down on your stomach until he feels that familiar hardness and you jerk hard, biting your lip to keep from screaming but what kills is the cooing lilt his voice takes on.

“See?” Riki teases against your lips, drilling your sweet spot raw with syrupy cockhead kisses.

“I’m juuust right for her…” Pressing another juicy kiss to your lips, Riki cooes at the hearts in your eyes as you fight to stay with him.

“Bet it feels real good, hmm baby?” He purrs, hips continuing to pump against yours while he puts you through the mattress and you cry out. High and wrecked, the cockdrunk need in the sound makes his cock throb viciously inside you. “Bit of a— ah! t-tight fit but it’s exactly what she needs, pretty”.

Your body is almost vibrating under all the stimulation— pressure building up like a valve wound too tight and Niki rails you like he’s trying to release it. He growls as another gush of wetness bubbles around his length where you’re connected.

“Mmm, is it good?” Groaning with a sloppy kiss in your ear, Riki eases up on your throat so you can answer and when you do, you sound as wrecked as you feel. Words sappy and weighted,

“Feels-“, you smuggle in more air, raspy whine sweet as cotton in his ears. “Feels good”, You sound foreign even to yourself and the pure want— “So big— hurts so good!” It’s uncensored and unrefined and it’s so fucking hot he pummels you even harder— makin’ sure to get niiiiiiice n’ deep, rubbing himself against your spot until he feels your pussy kiss around him.

“Just don’t know when to keep that pretty mouth shut”, Riki grunts. You watch pleasure pull him apart at the seams through tearily glazed eyes, creamy cunt gripping him deliciously. Each twitching pull of your impending orgasm brings him closer to his own end. Heart pounding, it’s like you can’t get close enough— just craving him. You’ve gone limp now in your blissed out delirium— eyes rolled to the back of your empty skull letting your best friend and boyfriend knock every screw you have totally loose before he’s laying himself flat on top of you, body weight luscious and crushing as he’s molding the hard contours of his sweaty body against your soft ones.

There’s a bit of maneuvering but Riki manages to hook your legs even deeper over his shoulders— rocking his hips forward to hit somewhere deeper, tender, hotter and—

How you wail will leave his ears ringing for days.

Wet muscle of your sodden walls push and pull as liquid jets out of you with a force so strong you nearly blackout.

Ears ringing, the lack of oxygen doesn’t make the overwhelming euphoria any easier to deal with. Your moans are nothing short of feral. Visceral and gripping— hungry pussy leaving rings of sloppy cream around Riki’s cock and that’s the last he can take.

His consuming mouth is back on yours with a vengeance as his heart races, hips slamming into yours in a filthy rhythm. Even with his tongue down your throat, mouth suctioned to yours— carnally feral moans still bleed through, engorged cock throbbing violently inside the syrupy hole he’s shoved into when he lets go. Ballooning the condom inside you with how much he cums.

By the end of it, you’re floaty, sweaty and breathless and you’ve never felt better while he’s thinking about whether Blue Nile or Jared Jewelers has the better engagement rings. He also wonders if he should tell you before or after you catch your breath to tell you he’s not done with you yet.

He still remembers all that showing off you did the last time. Spreading yourself before winking your sloppy holes at him, begging him to fuck you dumb. It got him so bad he was taking consecutive cold showers for almost four days until he finally got a break between the team and classes to go shopping. Thoughts drifting to you while he was out on one of his rare days off when he remembered right there in the ramen isle: condoms + hot girlfriend who likes anal = endless opportunities.

He’s pretty sure he scared the cashier from how happy he looked buying 6 boxes of XL condoms with a starry grin on his face but honestly he was just happy he didn’t pop one in target. It was all worth it though because it got you to now— thoroughly enjoyed on his bedsheets.

The next couple minutes are heavenly as Riki loves all over you— soft lips and sumptuous kisses until you’re melty and pliant. Easing your legs down from his broad shoulders, Riki eases himself out of you to slip the rubber off and toss in the bin next to his nightstand. Laying fully on top of you and you purr— arms coiling around him in a soft embrace. Yet as pleasant as the moment is— Riki has to (affectionately) ruin it. Kissing your pulse point, he nips your ear, whispering lowly.

“Turn around…”

Huh? You look at him like he’s crazy. Brows furrowed in disbelief.

“I-“, you don’t even have the capacity to articulate properly. “I didn’t hear that.” Riki laughs, breathy and dangerous, sucking more hot kisses all over your jugular. You sigh to hide your moan, trying to at least look inconvenienced but your traitorous pussy clenches.

“You heard me the first time cause I’m not telling you again, baby— turn around.” Holy shit.

It’s no surprise that you find yourself on your knees, ass raised and back arched with your chest to the bedding. Behind you, Riki lets out a starved groan, looking at the wetness dripping off your everything deliciously. Like a reflex, he brings his hand down on the soft fat of your ass, biting his lip at the jiggle.

“So beautiful”, he whispers against the stinging skin. “Gonna fuck this hole so good…”

Your stomach drops to the chasming heat in your core. Riki eats up every little reaction you give him as your back arches when his fingers press against your asshole. Fingering at the wet, pink little pucker just above your stretched cunt, already dripping with the juices from your pussy— hole yielding perfectly beneath his fingers. Tiny and tight and eager.

Riki eyes it hungrily, cock pulsing when you ask nervously,

“Think it’ll fit?”

Oh, he knows it’ll fit. He’ll make it fit. You’re his mouthy little anal slut and he knows you’ll be begging for it like a bitch in heat so he pushes in a cum slick finger; right up to the knuckle, then another one, pulling them both apart so he can see your twitching wet insides. “So sexy,” he rumbles, a distinct heat rising in his neck. His entire body is on fire with the need to fully claim each one of your holes. He takes his time fingering you open, marvelling at how soft and gooey you are to the point where he has to know.

“Did you play with her today?”

You shake your head.

“Only prep— Just lube a-and my fingers— didn’t have time for toys”, your voice is wrecked from everything he put you through earlier but the hoarseness suits you, especially now.

“Mmm”, he murmurs, twisting his finger inside as he brings his thumb back to your clit, “Can’t go a day without something up here, huh?”

You gurgle incomprehensibly against pillows, eyes rolling and tongue going slack as Riki adds yet another finger. The arch in your back deepens; pushing out your ass begging to be filled with more than just fingers, even though you’d been screaming barely a few minutes before. “F-fuck me…”

“What’s that, sweetheart?” He says it like that on purpose, cocking his head to the side and shoving his fingers in as deep as they’ll go, watching in delight as your asshole stretches around the intrusions, cunt quivering. “What do you want?” Oh that little jackass— he was going to make you say it. You knew he’d get you back for smart mouthing him earlier. However, your want to cum from your ass outweighs your pride.

“Fuck me, pleaseee Niki…”

Unable to hide his satisfaction, Niki smirks. “Tell me where you want it.” Hissing, he hooks both thumbs into your hole and stretches it open, spitting into it as if marking his territory. It’s dirty. Depraved. So why are you handing him another condom and spreading yourself for more?

Riki doesn’t make you wait any longer once the condoms on. With a feral groan, he directs his cock to your asshole and pushes in— the tight ring of muscle yielding under his force. The mouth watering blissful pain of something so big splitting you open shorts your brain as Riki sinks in with one long, deep thrust.

Distantly, you both remember that he’s the first person to get to do this to you. Possessiveness settles deep and crushing into his chest as he grips tighter. Deliriously, you feel so full with Riki’s cock in your ass that you melt. Moaning shakily with a mouthful of pillow.

“Ready f’me to fuck you stupid?”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer because he knows what the answer is. Gripping your fat ass in both hands he draws out his cock, greasy and dripping in a mix of your juices, until only the head is spreading your deliciously raw hole open. Then he slams in, hard, sending the most gorgeous shriek rolling from your tongue. Body shaking with dry, heaving sobs— your insides flutter and clench impossibly tight.

“I’m gonna die,” your slurred keen drawls listlessly. Your mind fades. As soon as Riki’s cock had slid into you your brain had switched off; leaving you vulnerable to the most carnal sensations. Your body is trembling, burning—each organ churning and each bone rattling like trees in the wind. Fingers twitching weakly at the covers.

Gone.

You’ve been utterly and completely wiped blank.

With enough effort you might be able to go on with life after this, but you know it will never be the same. You’ll spend your days daydreaming about eternity in this moment. Reliving flashbacks until your body reacts and your knees go so weak with pleasure you almost collapse.

Niki rears over you, hips starting up an unforgiving pace. With each brute thrust you grow limper, melting like warm honey beneath his hands and it’s beautiful.

“Told you it’d fit,” Niki groans, feeling you choke his dick like a vice. “Told you it’d fit and now look at you”, he pants, “Loving it…”

He has you in the palm of his hand, perfect and sweet and hes pumping and thrusting— pounding until you’re dripping and destroyed and as succulent as ripe fruit ready to burst.

Gripping your hips, Riki bends himself over the your pliant form, once again using his weight to drive the full force of his thrusts deep into you; licking a rough, wet stripe from mid-spine to the nape of your neck. At the shift of angle you let out a weak scream, shoulders shuddering.

“Probably gonna cum too, yeah?”

You choke on something that doesn’t even sound whole, dripping messy rivulets of slick all over his balls.

“That’s what I thought…”

Muscles draw tight as he feels you cum beneath him. You cum on a scope so intense he half expects you to begin foaming at the mouth but all that spills from between your lips is thick, viscous drool. Your sweet face is contorted in pleasure, hair glowing and dishevelled, body shining and slick with sweat and cum as it thrashes. Soft hips hump back wildly on his cock, spraying that same liquid as before— drenching you both to the point where the bedding is soaked through.

A sound leaves you – some sort of sound – but it’s foreign to his ears; almost animal in nature, something inexplicably deep and primal. It’s a noise that sets his entire body alight, a deep rumble echoing in his bones.

“F-fuck, baby”, He’s so close. “Take it…”

Riki’s grip is iron as he fucks himself in the tight, sucking grip of your ass until release breaks through. Throwing his head back with a ruined groan, molten heat washes over him as holds himself deep inside you and cums. Heavy ball draw up tight as he releases load after load, flooding the condom to the point it’s leaking out the sides and dripping in thick white globs onto the unsalvageable sheets. It’s so good. You’re so good. Each tendon in his neck is taut, each vein pulsing against the skin. You cum again at the sensation, jerking weakly beneath Riki, half sobbing into the wet pillows pressed against your face.

The room is sweltering by the time you’re officially done. Consciousness dips in and out while you try to stay awake but it’s a swiftly losing battle. You can’t feel your legs or your back. Riki’s still nuzzling into the back of your shoulder blades until he notices how still you are.

Turning you gently onto your back, he takes one look at your face and decides he’ll tell you later you’re spending the night. Peppering soft kisses to your cheeks, he calls your name until your eyelids flutter back open and his heart soars in relief.

“Oh god there you are”, he’s like a big dog as he smooches wet kisses all over your face. “I thought I killed you.” A punched out wheeze slips free. You don’t even have the energy to muster sarcasm.

“I thought you were trying to.”

He at least has the decency to look sorry, hands massaging down your body to check— “Does anything hurt?” You shake your head slowly, another wave of dizziness hitting you before your eyes slip shut on his panicked expression.

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When you finally wake up, you’re clean and dry on a soft surface that’s also dry in a huge shirt with a sizeable weight on top of you. Moving, a sharp twinge races up from your lower regions making you hiss. The sound alerts the one on top of you as your face is suddenly being held and you find very big, very guilty eyes staring back at you.

“Baby!” You feel bad for thinking how cute he is all worried like this. “I’m so sorry”, squirming on top of you, Niki is practically in your lap apologizing as he scoots back a breath to hand you a cold bottle of—

“Orange Gatorade?” He nods, kissing your forehead before nuzzling back into your neck.

“Yeah. It’s supposed to help with electrolytes and stuff.” The confused look doesn’t ease off your face so he continues,

“Y’know…since you lost a lot of flui—“, slapping a palm over his mouth you nod sharply.

“Yep. I get it.” He watches you expectantly and that’s when it clicks. He’s waiting for you to drink it now. Handing the bottle back so he can open it, you take a few sips, humming at the light taste before leaning up to kiss him, voice soft and soothing.

“It’s good. Thank you for taking care of me, Niki”.

Riki’s heart does that strange thing it does when he’s around you. Like it flips before bursting into a cloud of butterflies and he’s so glad you like him back like this. You scared him so bad when you just passed out— unresponsive no matter how many times he called your name and the only thing he had to soothe him were the deep, rhythmic rises of your breathing.

Your hands rake through his now clean hair as he tightens his hold around you, suddenly sleepy in the warmth of your company. His voice is uncharacteristically vulnerable when he asks, pressing a similar tender kiss to the back of your other hand in his.

“Can we stay like this for a little bit?”

You nod but you can’t help but wonder…

How long should you date before you tell him that he’s welcome to stay forever?

| ❤︎⁠. A horrible, dastardly, diabolical, shameless and completely disgusting munch. To the point where you jump every time he texts you that he’s hungry because you don’t know how he means.

| ❤︎⁠. Hungry for actual food or your cum, sweat and tears?

| ❤︎⁠. You can’t pry him off and god forbid it’s one of the rare times he’s upset. He’ll stay between your thighs for hours— holding you down with his body while he hums and sucks and slurps at your cunny until you’re crying.

| ❤︎⁠. Large palms hold the fat of your ass, rocking you harder against his face, grinding your wet pussy hard against his tongue— swollen little clit bumping against his nose in desperate humps. Absolutely soaked, your essence coats his face. Dripping down his chin, the sides of his mouth, cheeks- everywhere- while Niki makes you use him to get off and it has him feeling better already.

| ❤︎⁠. “Oo- oooh!” You don’t think you can last much longer like this. Niki hotly slurps your clit into his mouth, sucking like it’s his favorite candy, dark eyes glossy and unfocused. Your moans pitch into a high scream- bordering on sobs, overstimulated and unfiltered.

| ❤︎⁠. He needs this. Needs you to keep being good for him while he licks your pretty pussy raw. He deserves it just as much as he deserved top spot in his class for that brilliant new programming theory he came up with.

| ❤︎⁠. Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he works his mouth on you, his hand joins in. Thick fingers caress your slick, fist tight walls until he finds that spot that makes your voice crack, slipping in a third finger and fucking into that spot knuckle deep- over and over, suctioning his mouth over your clit to nurse it.

| ❤︎⁠. Don’t worry though, he’ll give you a break… flicking his tongue against your clit so hard it stings and you crumble.

| ❤︎⁠. …just as soon as he feels better.

| ❤︎⁠. Nerd!Niki who uses his size to his advantage. Doesn’t matter if you’re taller than him or close to his height— everyone is shorter on their back.

| ❤︎⁠. Nerd!Niki who’s a bit cocky, loving how wet you get for him. Knowing that he can make your pussy drool just by looking at you for too long gets him going everytime.

| ❤︎⁠. Nerd!Niki who puts his glasses on your face when he sucks you off because you’re such a squirter.

| ❤︎⁠. Nerd!Niki who explains the process your body goes through during orgasm while he’s balls deep inside you.

| ❤︎⁠. You’re dazed and gasping, mouth open with drool trailing down the side of your messy glossed lips and stuffed to the brim with his stupidly fat cock. Syrupy walls pulse and flutter and drip around him and he groans.

| ❤︎⁠. “F-fuck..”, he taps the underside of your chin to try to get the more coherent side of your attention. “Feels good, yeah?”, panting Niki smiles down at you, hips rolling deeper into you. “Spasming so much around me, t-thats because the brain activity i-in your limbic system and nucleus accumbens are all peaking right now, pretty.”

| ❤︎⁠. Whatever he just explained goes in one ear and out the other. The only part registering is that he called you pretty. You’re gone and he knows that but he keeps talking anyways.

| ❤︎⁠. “The hypothalamus acts as a trigger, releasing hormones and it happens when I stimulate the right nerves….like when I go—”, he pauses his explanation to give you a demonstration; angling your hips up so that the next thrust curves upwards. Swabbing that gooey spot that makes your brain leak out your hole at the same time he thumbs your twitchy clit.

| ❤︎⁠. “See?”

| ❤︎⁠. You’re a mess of gurgled moans, glazed eyes rolled back while he fucks you nice and deep, touching your clit indulgently until you cum like that—

| ❤︎⁠. —with your boyfriend rambling about increased sensitivity thanks to increased blood flow to your vagina causing engorgement and subsequently sensitivity of the clitoris and vagina.

| ❤︎⁠. When you come down, he explains with soothing fingers up and down your spine that it’s your parasympathetic nervous system that induces the lovely state of deep physical relaxation and a decrease in heart rate known as post orgasm bliss.

| ❤︎⁠. Nerd!Niki who isn’t used to being allowed to want and take gets used to the opposite concept with you.

| ❤︎⁠. It may also be the reason why he sometimes spits in your mouth right before his pillowy lips meet yours in a deep, searing kiss…

After hell week of classes, this is just what you needed. Fruity drinks, ridiculous conversation, and much missed downtime as music plays loudly in the background while your other friends drift about just as (if not more) plastered than you.

It wasn’t necessarily rare for you to be at parties but it was for Riki as he was always the more introverted one in your friendship. Not like anyone would be able to point that out as fact right now if they payed attention to you two tucked away on the couch as he passionately pleads his case.

Usually instead of drinking out, he’d rather drink in. It was simpler that way. Nobody trying too hard, nobody misconstruing everything and anything he’d say— just you, his interests and his peace. How you managed to drag him out with you tonight is a mystery that will remain unsolved.

The smell of his cologne and one too many shots permeates the warm air and the faith you have in your dress is nothing short of astounding as you fold one of your legs under you, the other resting on top of Riki’s foot while he finishes your drink for you— scrunching his nose before smacking his lips.

“Too sweet.” You stick your tongue out at him before swiping his drink— downing the bitter liquid out of spite.

To others, you both probably come off as more than what you are because of how close you are. Touchy enough to raise more than a few eyebrows. You aren’t though and you two never have been , it’s just how things have always been— it’s the way you’ve always been.

Close.

You both learned to ignore the stupid questions and side eyes from a society that just didn’t understand. Assumptions that because you’re both hot and tall and are basically always together that you must be fooling around.

You weren’t.

Comfort plus proximity shouldn’t be demanded to equal sex.

Cutting Riki off with a dramatic groan, you stand by your own argument.

“I’m saying guys who don’t have one exist! And that style is completely valid.” Scoffing, he doesn’t say anything for a few beats, content with massaging your leg hes pulled into his lap. Your head starts to swim as you lean back against the couch.

You’re not giving a second thought to the warm rings on his fingers wrapped around your calf, Riki’s thumb stroking your ankle absentmindedly. So used to his touch that you don’t even flinch. He’s never given you reason to. Just when you think you should’ve ate more before drinking so much, he asks— low voice full of curiosity and something that could be dangerous; plump lips tilted in a lazy grin.

“Then do you have one?”

“Huh?”

Riki laughs, jerking his chin up at you. “You heard me. Do you have one? A thing.”

In the long course of your friendship, you’ve talked about everything. Anything. Even the nothing in between but this was uncharted territory. It was also fun. The sudden intensity has your nerves going haywire— making you almost giddy as another drunken giggle spills out of you.

“Why do you wanna know?” Riki shrugs.

“Following your logic so humor me.” You roll your eyes as if contemplating before shaking your head at him, barely holding back a smile at the way he honest to god pouts.

“Come on! Pleaaasee? I’ll be your best friend?” You snort at that and the sound widens the grin on Riki’s lips, hands moving more incessantly as he whines and whines until you give in.

Motioning him closer with pretty nails that he paid for, he comes. Breathing in the sugar of your perfume as blown eyes stare into his lidded ones. The sound of partying around you has you dropping your voice to a conspiring whisper against his parted lips with how close to you he is.

He’s pretty. You think not for the first time but anyone with eyes can tell that Riki Nishimura is objectively gorgeous.

“Promise not to tell anyone?”

Still, nothing more than platonic interest as he nods, face flushed from the alcohol, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he whispers back,

“Yeah. ‘S our secret.”

Taking a deep breath that’s more his air than your own, you tell him.

“I’ve always thought anal was hot.”

Your smile is way too bright for what just came out of your mouth and more importantly, you two shouldn’t even be having this conversation as hammered as you are and yet—

Riki chokes, brows raising higher by the second. Jaw dropped like he can’t believe it once what you said truly registers. Looking you over one more time and he realizes he definitely can. “You ever done it before?” You shake your head no as the playful atmosphere shifts.

Heated but not quite on fire.

“Then what do you like so much about it if you’ve never done it?” His focus is completely zeroed in on you and it’s intense. Shifting to feign some sort of normalcy, you reach up to play with his hair.

“I mean I’ve done— have toys and stuff but I guess I just like the completely taken-ness of it? Of someone fucking both of my holes because they own both of my holes and—“,

“Because you’re a slut and you’d let them?” The low rasp is whispered directly in your mouth and the sharpness of the jab short circuits you. Riki’s called you names before and you never minded but the way he was doing it now made you want.

Earliers warmth begins to simmer low in your stomach, temperature rising. Still, you beam back at him, shameless as ever as you bat pretty lashes.

“Exactly. You know me so well.” Burying his face into your neck, he growls in your ear— rough and primal and you gasp; holding his shirt that much tighter. Moving to look into your eyes again, this time it’s there.

Neither of you say anything.

Riki’s head is still reeling from inebriation and the image of you fucking your asshole with toys you bought and never told him about while you’re fighting unconsciousness with wet panties and a content smile when—

“Yo, Niki!”

Turning his head, his friend James walks in the room. He notices the position you’re in but doesn’t say anything because he’s long since come to terms with the fact that you two aren’t like that. To him it’s unbelievable because if he had a pretty girl best friend with great style and an even better ass, he’d be all over that but to each their own.

“We’re about to go get into a couple rounds of flip over, wanna be on my team?”

Riki breaks into a grin. “I’m there, hold on”, he turns to you; kissing both your cheeks until you whine in tired irritation, pushing his face away.

“There she is— where’s your phone?” You’re ready to pass out or pee but you’re nice enough to reach inside your dress and hand him your cell before you do. Typing in your password, he sends a quick text to your other close friend Esther telling her to come pick you up because you’re clearly done for the night.

Meanwhile, his other friend Heeseung has also come to see what the hold up is as Riki helps you to your feet.

“Hey— I’m gonna go play a few games with the guys but Esther is on her way to come pick you up. Be good, okay baby?” You pout, clearly displeased by the very one sided choices made.

“I’m leaving?” Riki puffs out an amused laugh.

“Yes, I’d take you home but I’ve been drinking too so it’s not safe.” Another huff, this time you push your hair back too, lashes fluttering sweetly as you whine out,

“But I haven’t even been fucked yet.” James head snaps up, jaw dropped at the same time Riki’s eyes widen but Heeseung is quicker than the both of them, moving to you with his lips curved in an entirely too tempting smile.

“I could definitely do that for you if you’d like baby—“,

“Hmm! And that’s enough”, Riki cuts in and has you over his shoulder in record time. Sending a look to Heeseung that says ‘don’t push it’.

“Life already has her covered in that department— slow music and everything but thanks.” Walking out of the room, you wave bye to Heeseung. Wasted, tits threatening to come out any second and missing an earring while your dress has ridden up to the point where your bare ass cheek is on Riki’s jaw and Heeseung?

He waves back.

A couple minutes later Esther is there to get you, you go home while Riki stays and your earlier moment is forgotten as a fireball induced episode.

Weeks go by.

You two still hang out, you still go shopping, Esther still tells you you can ditch him at any time to bump coochies eternally with her but Riki still hasn’t forgotten what you told him that night you were so drunk that you swore you were 30 feet tall. The way you looked, the way you smelled— glossy lips parted in a devastating smile as you whispered,

“I’ve always thought anal was hot.”

Sends blood to his dick every time. It’s like your voice haunts him along with that short strapless dress and the soft plumpness of your ass when you were hoisted over his shoulder. Hes reluctant to admit that he did not like Heeseung or anyone hitting on you for that matter. Which is strange because you’ve told him about your hookups before and he’s mentioned a few of his own but he’s never seen you in that way so why?

He thinks he’s subtle trying to figure it out but he’s not.

In other words, you notice.

Riki has always had a staring problem but these days it’s become a chronic condition of his. Not just the staring but the touching.

He’s always touched you, but now he touches you like he’s looking for something, large hands constantly feeling over you. Palming your thighs, waist, neck, shoulders, hips and even your ass before smoothing up your back.

Stepping back a bit so you can look at him, the silent pressure baring down on you from the weight of his stare is unnerving.

“Niki”, you swallow down your nerves, “Is everything okay?”

You two just got back to his place from the mall, there was a new drop he wanted to get and you needed a place to show off your newest heart-shaped heels. And it had been nice but something just felt stilted.

You don’t know it but looking into your eyes, all he can picture is you on all fours playing with both your holes as you writhe dazed and needy trying to cum.

He’s touching you again, standing so close he can count the glitters scattered on your skin from your perfume. Wordlessly, he pulls you back into the hug, face buried in your throat. You shiver when he inhales, warm breath tickling you as you cautiously return the embrace. He’s touchy but he’s normally not so…clingy. Maybe something happened that he’s not ready to talk about? Or maybe it’s just been a rough wee—

“I like this top.” He mumbles, fingers brushing the hem of your arguably indecent shirt. That was just your style though. Where he was baggy, you were skimpy.

“Thanks—“,

“Like the skirt too. Where’d we get it?”

“Ed Hardy.”

“Mmm…”

Now, you’re worried.

“Okay— what’s up?” Moving back again, you’re quick to put out your hand to keep the distance when he tries to move in again.

“What are you talking about?” He’s immediately defensive. You huff.

“I mean what’s with you?” Riki stays quiet so you persist. “You’ve been so… I don’t know— weird lately. Like there’s something you’re holding back and I know”, you keep going but louder when he opens his mouth to speak, “I know I’m a lot of things but I am not dumb.”

He calls your name but you’re so fed up you’re shaking. You know that he knows how much you hate being purposefully kept in the dark.

“What is it you aren’t telling me?” Your faces crumples when he stays silent, shaking his head.

“Do you not want to be friends with me anym—“,

“No!” You jump at his sudden volume, some of the hurt easing off your face and you let him pull you in again, dropping his head on your shoulder. Overly aware of the way he can’t seem to keep off of you.

He breathes out something like a tired laugh, low and raw with hunger.

“Baby.”

Your breath hitches.

“Do you really not remember?” Goosebumps break out along your arms when you feel him nose up your jaw to your ear, kissing it with all the slow heat of a starved hellhound finally allowed to eat. Your voice comes out shaky, nothing like yourself as your heart pounds wildly.

“R-remember wh—“,

“Exactly.” What little bit of your bearings you were trying to gather scatter again when you feel tongue, sloppy and hot lapping at your throat before plump lips suck at your jaw.

“And here it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

It’s like being struck by lightning, how fast arousal burns through you. Igniting every nerve with a wicked heat. You squirm, trying to fight the way you’re actively melting against your best friend of all people. Riki groans when you say his name. A breathy, confused little thing that has him chubbing up in his pants.

“That night”, he pauses to breathe you in again. Moving like he’s drunk— he’s all over you, “At Suihiro’s party”, you admittedly remember close to nothing about that night but wait for him to continue.

“You told me you like getting your ass fucked.”

Your central system drops. Malfunctions more like.

“I— t-that’s—“, words scramble and fall apart on your tongue. So much was happening. This is your best friend. Why does he know about one of your more taboo fantasies? You’ve talked about sex but for the most part kept it brief.

This shouldn’t be happening but it is.

You shouldn’t be letting it but you are.

Nothing’s changed right?

He’s the same best friend that’s seen you wax your stomach and free-bleed when you were at the end of your rope during your period. You’ve seen him snot cry over his first kiss accidentally being a guy instead of the girl he was nuts about when you were in 8th grade.

You were the first to defend him in anything. The first to include him when he was excluded and the only to stand by him when he’d get exiled as the quiet weird kid until he developed and got hot. Then suddenly all his imperfections were chic.

You were there for each other through it all.

“It’s okay”, he purrs, hands greedily kneading your waist before smoothing up your sides, thumbs caressing just below your breasts.

“I’m not making fun of you— I think it’s hot too.”

More wet kisses rain down on any skin he can reach, mouth open and ravenous when he slots it against yours. It’s filthy, your tongues sliding and curling around each other while you hang onto him like your life depends on him.

Riki’s lips feel so good on yours it leaves you breathless. Ridiculously plush lips pull and suck at yours and the pleading moan you sigh into his mouth drives him off the edge of reason. He needs to have you.

One hand leaves your waist to grab the hair at the back of your head, holding you harder to his mouth as he moves his head to deepen the kiss, sucking on your tongue until you feel it in your clit and distantly it dawns on you.

You’re wet.

“Niki…”, you breathe. Barely more than a whimper but the pure need in it has him sliding off your lips with a harsh suck.

Panting against his mouth, he rests his forehead against yours, swallowing your taste as he breathes in another lungful of you. The fingers wound in your hair tighten, making you bare your throat and the even the sting feels good.

“Fuck, don’t say my name like that”, starving eyes take in the picture you make. Eyeliner starting to smudge because of your teary eyes, lip color smudged to all hell on your kiss-swollen lips, stiff nipples poking through your shirt.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy”, surging to your mouth again, Riki kisses you until the breath you inhale— he exhales. He kisses you with the encompassing desperation of the voice screaming in his head mine, mine, mine.

“Thought about you for weeks”, he confesses. “Please,”, kissing his way back down your throat, teeth grazing your pulse, holding his tongue flush to it long enough to feel every quickened beat. He’s never been this out of his mind and he can’t seem to stop and what’s worse?

You don’t want him to.

“I want to sooo bad— but only if you want to-“, you cup his face to slow him down a little, ground him even though yes, you do want to but it’s affection. Affection from you. Don’t you know what that does to him? Picking you up, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

Your eyes widen when you feel how hard he is but Riki doesn’t pay it any mind, too busy sucking countless bruises into your neck. Moaning high and needy when his full lips brush over that spot that makes you shiver.

“Niki…” you start but in all honesty you don’t know where to. You can’t believe you missed the budding attraction between you two. How one little spark could turn into a house fire.

“Yeah, pretty? M’here.”

And he wasn’t making things easier for you.

“You’re— hard…”, voice trailing off almost shyly but to him it’s cute. You’re normally so bold, cheeky and now? Raising his head level to yours he smiles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Of course I’m hard— been hard for weeks. Ever since you told me that you like to fuck yourself, toys and all in—“, another slot of heat slams through you so strongly it makes you gasp, slapping a palm over his mouth before he can finish.

“Riki Nishimura!”

The smug look doesn’t go away as you slowly move your hand, silently daring him to run his mouth one more time. He doesn’t have to, you do it for him when that last bit catches up.

“Wait, I told you about the toys?” He shouldn’t revel in your obvious embarrassment so much but your reactions were so, so good. Instead, he simply nods, going back to smooching slow, heated kisses up your jaw.

“And the worst part is you don’t even need ‘em”,

“I’ll fuck you wherever you want, baby.” His voice is coated with honey, sweet enough to make you dissolve into him like a sugar cube in tea. Shifting you in his hold, he grinds against your pussy. The wet fabric clings deliciously to your clit, a perfect friction that has you keening needily into his mouth.

“Jus’ gotta let me…”, Riki drags your bottom lip out with his teeth before letting go, kissing it when it pops back into place and blood roars in your ears. Then, you’re nodding. Handing over your willing and eager consent to the one person you thought you’d never get with.

Faster than you can keep track of, you’re thrown over a shoulder and then on top of a bed.

Riki moves fast.

Clothes fly.

First his, then yours. You can’t help the way you stare— from his pretty face down the toned contours of his body and the tattoo he wound up getting of your lips one night when a friend of yours asked if you two were dating.

“She’s my best friend, no we’re not a couple.” When he got asked why not, you simply bent down, lifted Riki’s shirt and pressed your lips tight against the flat of his pelvis. Winking at him when you were done, you pranced off with the next dummy that wouldn’t last a week with you.

His friend was stunned but Riki was all too used to it.

“Too busy being a sex symbol.” Shooting him a sleazy grin, he points to your fresh lipstick. “See?”

Your eyes trail lower to the concerningly large bulge; whining low in your throat when you imagine it inside you. Pulling Riki to your lips he’s practically falling over to kiss you. Lips move firm against each other, fruity smelling breath coasts across his mouth in hot puffs making him groan.

He’s so hard.

The low sound rouses something inside you as you lick across the seam of his mouth, taking his bottom lip in your own mouth; sucking before pulling away with a wet moan— looking up at the remnants of Riki’s sanity with hazy ‘fuck me’ eyes.

Oh it’s like that?

Wordlessly, Riki flips you onto your stomach, ignoring your indignant huffs as he arches your back nice and high— ass perfectly displayed. The sight makes him groan, brows furrowed in restraint. Your cunt looks good enough to eat, darkened fabric hugging your pussy lips because of how soaked you are.

“Damn, look at her— so sloppy f’me…”

Your breath stutters so hard you choke, cunt clenching around nothing when you feel him drag your underwear down your trembling thighs. Partially because of nerves and because you know any moment now, he’ll see it. And he does.

Right when he deepens your arch, hips tilting when he catches a glimpse of it.

There, above your sopping wet pussy is your other hole and snug inside is a crystal clear plug. Your hole is stretched around it, giving your asshole the prettiest fucking gape but what really gets him is the sound you make when he tugs it juuust a little.

Riki freezes, cock twitching almost violently.

Slick drips steadily out of you now, making a mess on his sheets when he does it again, feeling the way your hole grips the intrusion.

“You really are a little anal slut”, squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head no against the pillows but the proof is right in front of him.

Cooing, Riki cracks a heavy hand down on your ass and you jerk— bleating out a sharp cry as he does it again to your opposite cheek. The pain feels so good. Your watery eyes glaze over while your swollen pussy leaks.

“No? Then why is she so wet, baby?” You don’t have an answer and you both know why.

“Has this been in the entire time?” It’s too embarrassing to say. Makes you feel called out, exposed— like a pervert but you don’t wanna stop.

Riki keeps you spread and arched for him as he brings his hand lower, flicking your clit with a sudden brutal kind of precision as you scream. You know what you have to do if you want him to ease up but you stay silent until the flicks turn into slaps— sharp, direct and punishing on your poor nub.

The sounds are disgusting.

Sloppy and vulgar and everything that’s been consuming him as he watches you smear your makeup drooling into his pillow. Heat flashes inside you in waves, smashing your sense onto the shores of shameful desperation.

More slaps hail down on your puffy folds when you don’t respond, strings of your wet slick stick to his hand every time he brings it down on you. On one particularly harsh hit, his warm ring catches on your clit nearly sending you into convulsions as you break— voice wrecked and pathetic.

“Mmmph— y-yesss! Fuck me, yess-! s’ been in the whole time”, your voice cracks in a way that sounds nothing like you as you beg. “Please— Niki!”

The hand between your thighs goes from punishing to rewarding, swirling your clit in nasty circles. You’re so wet it’s obscene, audible. Riki presses himself flush to your back, biting the mark he left over your pulse hard enough to make you writhe while your pussy cries all over his hand.

You spread your legs wider when he backs up a bit just to look at you. Asshole stuffed, folds swollen and enflamed after being spanked raw, slick dripping in rivulets because your cunt is still empty as you present yourself for him so prettily.

“Look at you”, his timbre pours over you like warm velvet. “She’s drooling so much— s’like she’s starving.”

His other hand smooths up the soft curve of your ass, tracing the base of your toy before tugging— the first flared ball pops from your rim and the result is instantaneous.

He watches your pussy convulse, spasming tight around nothing at the same time your clit throbs against his fingers as he strums the overstimulated nub faster. The cry that comes out of you is visceral, hardly passable as cute to your own ears but you’re so lost in the depravity of pleasure that how it all looks doesn’t matter.

“Such a messy little slut.”

And shoves it right back in, the force of pressure felt through that gooey spot near your bellybutton and for a second you think he’s killed you.

Your entire body locks before exploding. Eyes rolling back, drool pooling beneath your cheek as white-hot pleasure overtakes you. A wet noise between a moan and a scream belts from your chest before ending in a sob of his name seconds before your pussy starts to gush and he moans with you. Biting his lip at the absolute scene you make.

“Thaaats my good fuckin’ girl…”, he hisses through clenched teeth. “Pissing cum all over me, just what we needed, yeah baby?” Jesus fuck.

You wail. Riki doesn’t stop.

So you keep cumming. Harder than you ever have— hard enough to make your head begin to hurt, legs shaking as you begin to cry in earnest, fat tears streaking your once perfect makeup. Every wracked sob is met with a burning heavy spank. When you try to get away, move up the bed to catch some type of break, large fingers wind around your neck to hold you in place.

“C—“, your voice cracks. “Came already! M’ done!”

Riki hums, as if contemplating the validity of your statement before fucking two fingers in your empty hole with a damningly loud squelch. She immediately tightens, sucking his fingers like it’s exactly what she was crying so much for and he can feel it.

The way she clenches in greedy pulses.

Scoffing out a condescending laugh through his nose, he grinds the heel of his palm on your still throbbing clit.

“No you’re not, not even close but you’re gonna be good for me until I say you are. Okay?”

And you nod. Because you’d let him do whatever he wanted to you and he knows that.

You’d always let him.

Times when you were out together with your friends and you’d get overwhelmed and ask to be alone and when they’d leave he’d stay because he knew you’d let him. The constant in your life.

The constant exception.

You’ve loved him since day one.

You gasp when he twists his fingers inside your sappy walls and his name escapes your lips needy and unbidden. Draping himself over you, he’s there— leaning over to meet you in another wet kiss. Shudders wrack your body as he licks into your mouth, tongue undulating against yours in the nastiest movements and more heat washes over you making you twitch around him as you get wetter.

There’s 3 fingers now, stretching you out something utterly sick. Chest heaving, there’s no time to catch your breath when his thumb is back on your clit— strumming in mean, heady swipes.

You lose it.

Thick, wet trills shred your throat— pressure building until you can’t take it. Riki watches you fall apart again for him, hypnotized by the way your cunt swallows his fingers. His entire hand is covered in you as your breath quickens. Your raw, teary sobs has his cock aching as they take on another pitch entirely. “You— fuck-! ‘S always you!”

Something darker than possessiveness rolls over him at your confession, pupils widening with a frightening kind of hunger when he curls his fingers— knuckling into that gooey spot that turns you to static as you drool.

You were so lovely like this—sweaty and overwhelmed. All for him; pretty face contorted in agonizing bliss as you cum with spread legs in his lap— drenching you both in your juices. Dipping his head, he takes your mouth in another melty kiss, grinding his leaky erection against your ass, groaning when he feels your slick walls pulsate.

“Gonna cum again, sweetness?” Riki purrs lowly against your lips, lapping a hot swipe across the seam of your open mouth.

Stars dance in your eyes as you nod, letting out a weak hiccuping sob of what you hope sounds like confirmation. Heat coils tight and thick in your center— consuming you in its raw bliss. “Words baby, the ones you love mouthing off t’me with.”

Immediately, indignation sears across your face as you shake your head to deny it. Pointless because it’s true. You have a smart mouth— always had a smart smooth and because he’s always around you, he usually catches the worst of it. Riki hums, brow raising in mock belief.

“No? That couldn’t have been you”, he concedes, really fucking into your g-spot now as he fucks your sopping cunt with a vicious precision. “Not when all it takes to get you so sweet and obedient is a stuffed asshole and someone touching your crybaby pussy right?”

Oh god. He’s trying to kill you.

“You’re a good girl as long as you get these greedy holes fucked, yeah?”

“Y-yeah.. ‘m your good girl.”

A clear slot of arousal soaked in satisfaction, settles in his gut before pooling out, leaving him scorching from the inside out.

Thrusting harder, he switches from the heel of his hand to thumb— treating your clit like a fidget toy; moving the plug in tandem, your puffy rim squeezing and stretching. It’s entirely too much, your skin practically vibrating when he starts to batter that spot that has your teary eyes rolling all the way back.

Squirming, your swiftly approaching end is so piercing you don’t know what to do with yourself. Watery babbles pour from your swollen, spit-soaked lips, trying so hard to listen.

Riki hisses as you tighten like a vice, creamy squelching from your pulpy cunt echo in a spine tingling harmony with your moans.

You’re on cloud nine, body one raw nerve from the pleasure but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he goes harder; veiny forearms bulging as he works you stupid. “Just like that, pretty. We needed this sooo bad..” He breathes out, voracious want in his voice and you push out a hoarse cry.

“I know,” his low voice cooes— your toes point and relax as your body is submerged in wave after wave of numbing euphoria; your best friend watching you go brainless in real time.

“Can’t believe you thought I didn’t wanna be friends anymore…”

The idea of him ever leaving you before was ridiculous but especially now. Enamored with the lewd way your stuffed hole stretches around his fingers, clit fat with arousal, the next heavy strums are personal. “I wanna be everything, pretty girl”, you can hardly breathe anymore, mouth open in a choked wail as his thick digits pummel you.

“And you, gorgeous”, leaning over you again, he kisses you feverishly— filling your mouth with tongue as you suck on the wet muscle. Riki growls, letting you get your fill until he pulls away with a wet slop.

“You’re gonna cum for me.”

He slams your plug in to the hilt so he can hold you still; broad hand snapping around your windpipe to hold you to the bed— make you take it while he talks you right off the edge.

Truth is you couldn’t hold it if you tried. The first wave has your stomach caving. Ecstasy— brighter than you’ve ever known it burns a hole straight through your gut as you spin the fuck out.

Convulsing, grunting— the simmering heat boils over you and you cum so hard the sounds coming from you aren’t even human. Raw. Unfiltered. Ugly—as Riki fucks you through it making your empty head spin at the effortless way he holds you down.

“Yeahhh baby”, he husks lowly, “Let her make her slutty mess f’me..”

It’s hell at this point.

Every nerve seems to grow teeth, you feel like you’ve been dunked in lava as he crooks his fingers juuust right into that melty nook; your jaw drops in a silent scream— mind blank as he chokes you out with his thick fingers so deep you erupt.

The sound of your gushing pussy sets his blood alight so wickedly it borders on sickening. You’re too gone to notice as you squirt all over him. Letting go of your throat to bully your clit, the headrush intensifies your sensitivity. Utterly torn wails stream from your mouth when Riki strums the flat of his fingers fast over your pulsating bundle of nerves. “Keep cumming, gorgeous— squirt yourself to a headache f’me.”

You’re shaking, incoherent— countless orgasms bleeding into another as you burst. It’s unending. It’s hedonistic.

He doesn’t care and you don’t either.

He’s suffered wanting you and know he knows you want him too. You don’t know how long of a time you’re in for.

Fingers spread you out as he thrusts away, other hand beating your clit with light spanks. You don’t know if you’re dying or going crazy but it’s addictive— Riki. Your Niki. Indulging you and owning you until you break.

The sobs and cries turn positively shrill when he snatches your plug all the way out. Cursing loud when he watches how your asshole stays open like something’s in it even though she’s empty— used rim twitching as she gapes deliciously.

You’re nothing but a hoarse, broken down sob as you cum again from the continued stimulation— miserably soaking you both in your release as you gush deliriously, finally collapsing boneless on his sheets.

Panting, you try to catch your breath when wet fingers tap your lip. On autopilot, you suck them into your mouth, tongue curling around each one under Riki’s molten gaze.

“That’s it, clean yourself off my fingers like a good fucktoy.”

His rasped words send another twinge to your overstimulated pussy.

You’ve pretty much lost your voice at this point but he still hears when you ask,

“Gonna fuck me now?”

Slow kisses follow down your sweat slick spine, his fat tongue following the sheen and he hums at the taste of you. Before he can answer your hands are on your ass, spreading yourself and letting him get a good look at your sloppy, abused holes.

Riki’s mind goes blank.

You keep talking. Any lingering shyness having left sometime when he had you coming in rotation.

“Y-You,” you choke out, breath coming in short pants, “Every time I’d sit in your lap I-I wondered—what it would be like.” You look into Riki’s eyes, pretty eye makeup ruined, black streaks down your cheeks— even your falsies had come off but damn it all, you’ve never looked lovelier.

“You’re so big, Ki.”

And for the second time since he’s known you, Riki’s mind goes completely blank.

Raising your hips, he eyes the way you clench your thighs. Suddenly remembering something unfortunately important, he holds you still against him— sliding his flushed cock through the tiny hole at the apex of your thighs. Riki drops his head to your shoulder with a pained groan feeling syrupy wetness coat his length. Along with your clit throbbing against him and you whine when he doesn’t move.

“Inside”, you plead but it kills him to tell you—

“I don’t have any condoms on me, baby”.

The way you look back at him, like the waterworks are about to start any moment because you’re not getting the rest of what you want is as endearing as it is heartbreaking.

Rushing to console you, he adds,

“I know we’re both clean but you’re not on the pill either, sweetheart.” Fuck he’s right.

Shoving your face into the pillow with your lashes on it, you scream out a frustrated cry. Still, his hands roam all over your heated body, trying to think through the arousal deepening the red of his very blood to come up with a safe, suitable alternative but he can’t resist.

Rocking his hips through the tight space between your thighs. The hot friction against your clit is heavenly with the soft fat of your warm thighs squeezing his cock— your shaky sigh makes his ears perk up. Running his fingers down your back to your perfect ass, thrusting faster as she slobbers more each time his fat head catches on your engorged clit.

Taking your hand fisting the sheets, he raises it to his lips— kissing the back of it so reverently it makes your heart stutter. He leans down after and kisses you like he loves you because he does. Bossy, shameless and critical, easy when the mood struck you and more understanding than people would ever give you credit for but his. Difficult and teasing in short clothes— but his.

And you were close.

You’re getting close, this time with him. You were already so sensitive and he’s pent up with weeks of you running through his mind naked in every position imaginable. You writhe against him restlessly when he presses his pelvis flush to your ass, glancing below to look at his pretty dick— glistening with pre and you.

Riki goes faster as you throb against each other. Drenched, filthy and wrecked.

“Next time”, he rasps- voice ragged with promise. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

Fingers brush the entrance of your pussy to your ass, circling more wetness along the rim— Riki moaning at the way you jolt, begging hole winking at him.

You’re a lunatic. You must be. That’s the only excuse you can think of when you use the one good deep breath you’ve been able to catch to say—

“I-I can’t wait”, you swallow. “Want you to ruin both your holes.” He already was going to but you just pushed up the deadline.

“You have no idea, baby. Gonna fuck you so stupid, just how you like.”

Your breath catches in that whiny bleat it does when you’re at your limit— it makes his balls ache when suddenly you’re creaming. The milky white painting his cock like gloss and it fucks him up so badly that he’s cumming right after.

Teeth sinking into your neck, molten cum spurts out in fat chords, thick and heavy and so much— frothy streams that just don’t stop, pumping in sopping grinds that nuzzle your slippery folds and the sensation makes you purr.

“Fuckin’ milking me— damn…”

The aftermath is hot. The lean muscle of Riki’s body, covered in each others release— his big hands steady on your waist to help you fuck yourself through it. The rush of adrenaline leaves your head dizzy, falling flat on your stomach with Riki on top of you.

You don’t mind the weight, in fact you welcome it. Humming with a delighted, thoroughly exhausted sigh. Closing your eyes, you feel him pepper kisses along your shoulders, kissing your cheek with a tenderness you rarely get to witness so earnestly. He was sweet like that.

“I like you. Let me be your boyfriend.”

And demanding.

Sleepily, you shrug— not even trying to hide your grin.

“Sure, I’d love to.” You peek an eye open at the stunned expression on his face.

“Don’t look so surprised, you know I love you.” For someone who was saying the raunchiest shit to your face only minutes ago with no shame whatsoever, now blushing because you just told him you love him back is—

“I know, I love you too just—“, you cut him off with a dramatic gasp.

“Then why’d you say you only like me?”

“I was trying to be nonchalant!” It’s so ridiculously him that you can’t help but beam, flipping over to hug him properly and he holds you just as tight; burying his face in your naked chest.

“Whatever, you’re my girlfriend now— no take backs.” A bubbly laugh shoots out of you as he scoops you up, heading to the bathroom so you can clean up— sighing contently in his arms while you agree.

“No take backs.”

a little something while you wait…