࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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…

tonight was just a movie night. you and heeseung chilling in his apartment, watching a movie in his comfy couch, his arm around you as you both ate popcorn.

you were just laying your head on his shoulder, satisfied. you heard your phone buzz, on the left of the couch. sighing, you move to check the message.

"who is it, baby?" heeseung asks calmly, eyes still on the movie.

you turn your phone off. "just yunjin texting me about some guy she-"

you stop on your tracks when your eyes look down.

'playboy' with the logo beside it, peaking out of his sweatpants. new boxers, definitely. holy fucking shit.

heeseung frowned. "doll?" he looked at you, frowning even more when he saw your eyes stuck down somewhere. he looked down, about to ask if it was some kind of bug.

"hee... when did you buy these?" you ask lowly. slowly. your fingers ran on top of the edge gently.

he frowned even more before he realized you were talking about the boxers. "oh, I think last week. I read somewhere they were more comfortable, and they really are, so-"

you shut him up as you kissed him, going to his lap. the kiss was desperate, one of your hands still on his hip and the other on his neck now.

heeseung was caught off-guard, placing his hands on your hips as he kissed you back. "doll- doll, what-" you didn't let him speak, sucking on his tongue, getting a moan off him.

you pulled back to kiss down his neck, rubbing your hips against his. "d-doll... fuck- why are you so horny?" he asked, breathless as you marked his neck.

you left a hickey and pulled back to look at him. "these fucking boxers. gosh, you look so damn hot." you kissed him again, making him groan.

you could feel him getting hard as you kept rubbing. you pulled back from the kiss to pull his shirt off him, which he did without a second thought. you saw the edge of his boxers and almost moaned. fuck, he looked amazing.

you started to kiss on his collarbone, still moving your hips against his. he groaned again. "goddamn it- oh, baby... when did you get so freaky?" he smirked down at you.

you looked up. "the moment I saw you with these boxers." you kneeled down between his legs. oh, that was a sight he could never get tired of.

you slowly pulled his sweatpants down, only the boxers on him now. he was hard, a wet spot on the material where his tip is. you palmed him slowly, making a weak groan get out of him. "oh, doll... gosh-"

you just pulled his hard dick out of the boxers, not bothering to take them off yet. you fisted his dick slowly, letting the precum run through your hand, getting a low groan from heeseung. you licked his cock after, going from the base to the tip, teasing him. he only moaned, hands gripping the couch. "come on baby- just please, suck me already..." he muttered.

you smirked before shoving it all inside your mouth at once, the tip hitting your throat, making your vision blur. heeseung moaned, head leaning back against the couch, eyes closing.

his hand grabbed your hair as your head went up and down, mouth sucking his cock just the way he liked it. heeseung was in heaven, groaning at the feeling, your mouth driving him crazy.

you took it off your mouth to lick the tip and go back down, the sounds wet and nasty. he was loving it.

when heeseung tightened his grip on your hair, you knew he was close. you kept sucking him, spit and precum running down your chin. but just as he was about to get close, you pulled out, catching your breath.

he immediately opened his eyes to look down at you, his cock hard and red. "b-baby, I was about to-"

you smirked, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. "you will cum inside me when I ride you, understood?" you asked as you got up. heeseung immediately went silent, your tone making him almost explode just there.

you made it torturous, taking your shirt off first, slowly. the image of your boobs, just there, in front of him, it made heeseung want to just pull you down and suck on them. but he stayed put.

you slowly took your shorts after, your black panties covering the pussy he wanted oh so bad to see. it had enough sheerness for him to see, but not enough for him to *see*.

you chuckled before taking the panties off and sitting on his lap. "you look hungry." you teased.

he gripped your hips before running his hands up and down your thighs. "starving for you, mama. please... I need to cum." he looked up at you, those shiny eyes you couldn't say 'no' to.

you smirked. "since you asked nicely..." you positioned yourself before lowering down on him. heeseung moaned, grip tightening on your hips as he bottomed out inside you. you leaned your head back, moaning.

he felt you start to move your hips back and forth, making him lose his mind. he took your left boob on his mouth, sucking on it, bitting, kissing, licking. you held onto his hair, going up and down on his cock now.

"hee- fuck, oh my-" his big cock inside you felt so good.

he chuckled against your boob. "feel good, babydoll? yeah, bounce on that dick. it's yours baby." he said before sucking on your nipple. his hands went to your ass, squeezing as he helped your movements on his lap.

you knew he was close, the way he was thrusting up into you, his small groans. it took barely 5 minutes before he held your hips still, cumming deep into your pussy, moaning against your shoulder.

you barely registered the orgasm before he threw you on the couch, stomach up. he was breathing heavily, slightly sweaty, looking frustrated.

"you thought you could refuse me like that and not get out absolutely wrecked?" he asked lowly, taking his sweatpants off together with his playboy boxers, eyes burning with lust and danger.

he suddenly had an idea and took his boxers back up from the floor, eyes dark. "you like my boxers, huh? be a good girl and open that mouth for me." he commanded lowly. you opened your mouth without a single thought before he shoved his boxers into your mouth.

he climbed over you, settling between his legs before shoving his dick inside you again. you moaned, the sound muffled by his boxers. his pace already started fast, making you roll your eyes back to your head, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. his grip on your hips was tight as he pounded into you, moaning as well.

heeseung leaned down, taking your right boob into his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple before swirling his tongue around it. you moaned louder around the boxers on your mouth, clenching around him. he chuckled against your tit and took his hand down between your legs, pressing his thumb to your clit and rubbing fast. you rolled your eyes in pure pleasure, mind going a little blurry. it all felt so good with him.

it barely registered before you came around him, moaning loud around the boxers, thighs shaking. heeseung moaned, satisfied, thumb leaving your clit so he could take hold of your hip again.

a few thrusts later, he came inside you again, both of you moaning. he took the boxers off your mouth, making you breath heavily. "is my babydoll okay?"

you nodded, breathless. "yeah..." you let out, staring up at him.

he smirked. "you really like my new boxers, huh?" he leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder. you nodded a bit.

hesseung chuckled lowly against your skin. "good. wanna make sure I fuck you so hard tonight they'll be all you remember." he said and flipped you over, making you lay on your stomach, shoving his dick inside you again.

taglist: @sxno0 @ikeumiu @arelyvn @pussiifairy @supahintohoon @foreveronez @shinaerie @nishiirkz @supahintohoon @hyyhwriter (idk who else to tag guys I'm sorry im kinda sleep deprived lol)

hard ☆

- loves dat butt. loves doggy.

- the longer you go the more noisy he is. not a talker during sex but boy is he whiny and moan-y

- how he acts on stage is NAWT exactly how he is in bed. freakseung is real but not the one we see

jay

soft ☆

- takes being a boyfriend REALLY SERIOUSLY this is his #1 duty he gets down he ZONT PLAY.

- will do almost anything to keep his s/o happy, like. say for example u were craving a sandwich that's only available all the way on the other side of town. he WILL take the drive for you

- WILL talk your ear off about anything. but he's so handsome while doing it so u dont mind

hard ☆

- just how he takes being a bf seriously he takes pleasuring his partner even more seriously which makes him REALLY GOOD AT IT

- he does not finish before you its either with you, after you or not at all

- doesn't see sex as a taboo thing. yes he makes love to you every night so what. also eats it for his own pleasure

jake

soft ☆

- keeps his relationships very personal. he rarely even posts your full face. he's not ashamed of you at all, just private

- needs reassurance but is nervous to ask for it, but its obvious when he's feeling a little off

- sometimes he has nothing to talk about and just wants to nap or sit in silence with you. other days he yaps your ear off

hard ☆

- not as nasty as he's made out to be. DONT GET ME WRONG. HE IS NASTY. HE IS A FREAK. but he can actually be pretty vanilla and tame some days. sometimes hes tired like

- really likes seeing you cum idk it does it for him yes he asks for videos while on tour

- the high sex drive thing is real. just because HE'S tired doesn't mean u can't ride him

sunghoon

soft ☆

- will genuinely have u laughing so hard ur stomach hurts like he's so silly and loves making you laugh and always tries to cheer u up when down :(

- 100% one of them instagram, pinterest couples like yes u have matching outfits and go to aesthetic cafes and take cutesy pictures

- definitely would propose at an ice skating rink SEE THE VISION

hard ☆

- switches positions a LOT until he finds the perfect one that lets him hit it good

- doesn't make that much noise??

- i cant imagine him even having that high of a sex drive. he just gets busy i dont know !

sunoo

soft ☆

- still gets shy around you even after months of being together, youd still make him giggle like a toddler

- sassy-ness did not stop with you, he's playfully rolled his eyes at you several times, always apologizes tho

- i actually don't think he'd be that affectionate. some days more than others, but i think its rare that he's overly clingy

hard ☆

- can genuinely dick you tf down. like i love sub sunoo but if he wants to he can lay IT DOWN. likes recording it too..wait..

- doesn't really like being degraded

- likes to keep sex a little playful, unless he's mad or jealous or stressed then hes lowk serious and suddenly ur legs are in the air

jungwon

soft ☆

- i said this in a past post but he is very jealous. he tries hard to tone it down for you but he can't help it

- if he could live in your skin he would, I FEEL LIKE CLOSE JUST ISNT CLOSE ENOUGH FOR HIM like u guys need to morph into one

- he doesn't let arguments happen because he feels like its stupid and he doesn't wanna say anything he doesn't mean

hard ☆

- does not take that bratty shit, if u have an attitude TRUST its getting fixed somehow

- i do not see him as a sub at all. i love the agenda but he's very dominant to me idk

- i dont think its very romantic during sex. maybe he'll hold your hand? rub your hair so you know he's there? but besides that he fucks you like he genuinely hates you but its good

ni-ki

soft ☆

- way softer and romantic than he's made out to be. do u see how he acts with engene? he's a sweetheart my baby

- very playful with his s/o, just how he is with his members except more loving

- is NOT nonchalant. would in fact be WHIPPED for you. also wishes he could live in your skin. sleeps holding you. rarely says no to you .

hard ☆

- his face is SINFUL during sex omfg like

- BEST EATER OUT OF THE GROUP. OOPS.

- really attentive and cares about your pleasure like. always watching for your reaction. also likes to be close to you during sex idc im sorry this man is softer than y'all make it seem!!

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

riki's grin is downright cruel, jerking the base of his cock in his hand, slapping his mushroom head lightly against your throbbing clit. Your cunt aches with emptiness, the stimulation doing nothing more than riling you up further. his free hand holds both of your wrists above your head, pinning you flat against the mattress and leaving you defenseless to his onslaught of teasing.

"it's-- it's too big, 'ki, you gotta-- i need--" your warning is cut off by a strangled whimper falling from your lips, your legs twitching from where they dangle over riki's shoulders. his hot breath fans across your face, making you ache for a kiss from his plump, slick lips that dripped with your arousal. he'd had his head between your thighs for the better part of an hour, til you were shaking and drenching his cheeks, but still you were far from prepared for the way his cockhead pushes at your rim. you're frightened by the sheer size of it, veins gnarled, thick and pulsing. the pressure is already overwhelming, no matter how familiar.

"you're bein' a baby." riki sneers, his large hand splayed out across your tummy. your shirt and bra are pushed up to your armpits, exposing your breasts and stomach to his hungry gaze and even hungrier touch. "you don't need me to stretch you. already made me put this stupid condom on 'n you're still being bossy. just stay still 'n take this cock for me-- i know you can. you've done it before."

but your pussy is making it difficult, hole so wet his cock keeps missing your hole, instead slipping against your folds and bumping at your clit. the pleasure of it is both too much and not enough, leaving you unsteady and shaking, scratching raw red marks into riki's biceps. with a growl of frustration he folds your legs even farther back, to the point that your knees were nearly knocking at your ears. the bid to keep you from squirming works enough that he's finally able to get his cockhead to catch your entrance and slide in-- you gasp from the sudden overwhelming stretch, unable to do anything but take it with the weight of riki's hips holding you down, gravity guiding his fat shaft deeper and deeper without pause. agonizingly slow he sheathes himself to the hilt, until his heavy balls rested against your ass and his flared tip kissed your cervix with warning. your eyes roll back in tandem with riki’s deep, guttural groan, overtaken by the burning stretch as he forces your pussy to open up for him. it’s just on the right side of painful, setting your nerves alight like live wires, a hazy fog rolling over your senses and clouding any ideas that weren’t to spread your legs wider, buck your hips up a little more. yes, it hurts, just like you knew it would, but the ridges of his shaft and the delightfully full feeling in your tummy were twisting the pain into something bordering on pleasurable. it would give way entirely to complete ecstasy, you knew, once your muscles manage to loosen.

“there you go, baby. just like that.” riki coos, goading as he rolls his hips to test the waters. your pussy’s grip on him is chokehold-tight, gummy walls stretched to their limits, yet he still manages to unsheathe himself and plunge in again in the beginnings of a slow, rough rhythm. you can feel every ridge and vein, dragging hot and heavy against your sensitive walls-- clawing at his tanned skin works to ground you, just enough to keep you from floating away. "atta girl, taking it so good. gonna make you scream."

“b-big—!” you croak in a daze, an echo of your earlier sentiments; it was all you could manage to make yourself say, rendered brainless in an instant as his blunt cockhead nudges your cervix. “so— so fucking big! ‘n deep, riki, fuck—!“

“yeah?” he huffs, hips stuttering flush against yours. “am i too big for your little cunt, baby? feel me all the way up here?”

he presses down on the bulge his cock makes in your belly, causing the both of you to keen, your little dripping pussy fluttering around his cock as he twitches inside of you. you desperately want him to really move, to start pounding your pussy like you know you've both been wanting so, so badly… you stupidly nod at riki's teasing words, bucking your hips the best you can folded practically in half. “yes, yes!” you wail, voice slurred, “give it to me!”

“you’re so pretty when you’re begging for me, angel,” chan grins crookedly, pulling his hips back to slide himself out of your hole again . you hold your breath in wicked anticipation. "you think you deserve it? for teasing me all fuckin' day, for making me wear this condom--"

“i do! i deserve it, i want it so bad-- i-i’m your good girl, i'll be so good for you!” your legs kick uselessly over his shoulders, core burning from how you were bent underneath him, immobilized. “please, please, i’ve been so good!”

he revels in your whimpers and whines, in the way you toss your head back and shake in desperation-- your reward is him beginning to thrust in earnest, immediately setting an impossible pace, pounding your pussy like he hated you. “you’re so good for me, baby doll, my good little girl. begging for me so nicely… can’t live without this cock, huh?”

you can't reply, can't even string together a sentence; he's just begun and you're already tipping into too-much territory, your cervix battered and your walls stretched wide. the seat of his palm digging into your clit only serves to overstimulate you further, pulsating as he stirs your insides. "fuck, fuck, rik', you gotta slow down--!"

your whiny voice stutters with every thrust into your hole, greedy wet pussy squelching obscenely around him even as you struggle in his grip. the pleasure is overwhelming, his cock so deep inside of you it’s dizzying, as if he’s pushed past your cervix and was fucking into your womb-- his heavy balls clap loudly against your ass as his thrusts pick up speed, deaf to your cries and pleads.

“sh-shhh princess, it’s okay, i've got you,” riki coos down at you in a broken voice, drunk on the way your walls squeeze around him. he’s chasing after his own pleasure and release like an animal, groping your tits, your waist, your thighs, his hands so big that your perky fat breasts are completely engulfed by his fingers.

the knot in your belly feels different, hotter than ever before, reaching a fever pitch you never thought possible. you wrap your shaking legs around him the best you can, grasp desperately onto the arms that hold you down.

“'ki!” you sob, pawing desperately at his broad chest. “i’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me c-cum—!”

“a-ah fuck.” riki grunts, sweat dripping from his furrowed brow. “i'm gonna cum too. you-- you gotta ask for it first. beg for it.”

“oh my god, please!” you wail, “i wanna cum so fucking bad! i wanna-- i wanna cum with you!”

“good girl, that’s my girl, fuckin' do it, make a mess all over my cock—“

suddenly, in the midst of your pleasure, you can feel the condom snap inside of you, the fat mushroom head of riki's cock poking out through the flimsy latex as he thrusts deeply-- if he notices, it doesn't stop him from continuing to fuck you vigorously, squeezing your breasts as they bounce with his thrusts.

"wait, riki, you gotta pull out!" you yelp, digging your nails into his thick bicep, "the condom broke, you can't cum inside, please pull out--!"

and riki just shakes his head, jaw set and eyes fiery, focused and determined.

your stomach flips with fear-- you can tell by the way his hips stutter and shake that he’s just on the edge, fat cock filling you up so good your mind is nearly blank. despite the way you squirm and push at him, a dark, primal part of you didn’t really want him to pull out… sickeningly it craved to feel his thick hot cum flooding your womb and marking you from the inside out.

"i wanna cum inside of you so fucking bad." he pants, deliriously like he was mumbling to himself. "gonna fill you up. gonna get you pregnant. make you... make you mine. no more of this fuckbuddy shit."

"no!" you squeal, but even you can tell from the tone of your crying that you don't really mean it. you could fight him harder, push back more... yet you choose to lay back and take whatever riki gives you. just as he's conditioned you to do.

riki's hands leave your jiggling tits, instead grabbing tightly ahold of your thighs to fold into an even deeper mating press— the new angle makes you scream, your arms wrapping tight around his shoulders as you bury your face in his neck. “come on, fuck. let me do it. let me breed you."

your nod is microscopic, but he picks up on it immediately, nearly howling with delight as his hips come crashing down on you. his climax is explosive, triggering your own as his heavy twitching balls dump his load right against your cervix, so deep it feels like he’s filling up your empty aching womb. helpless to your body, you squirt all over his abs and pelvis, the force of your orgasm so strong it knocks the wind out of you and leaves you gasping for breath.

there's so much cum it leaks out everywhere, your mixed releases dripping down your pussy lips and his balls to collect in a sticky pool on the bedsheets. it feels so warm and thick in your belly, leaving you oddly satisfied. you wrap your legs tight around riki's waist, trapping him against you with his cock slowly softening against your pulsating gummy walls.

lee heeseung

b e g s you to do it

except he manages to do it in a way where you’re convinced that it was your idea in the first place

tries his best to keep his hands to himself

fails every time

kinda like jungwon, his hands always just naturally gravitate towards your hips

loves to control your pace and drag your hips slowly against his

bc he knows how much you hate it

he makes sure to bring you to the edge and rip your pleasure away at the last second

he's a fucking asshole (and you tell him as much) but he just laughs and kisses your tears away

definitely the type to tell you to sit slowly only to knock the wind out of you by thrusting suddenly

loves it when you grab his shoulders, trying to steady yourself

he gets such an ego boost when your thighs are shaking, and your grip on his body is too tight

he likes knowing that he's the single man on earth who could make you feel this good

will 100% kiss your collarbone when you're leaning over him

riding him is fun, teasing but also really romantic when he wants to be

absolutely will not flip you over, even when you get tired

"you're tired? that's alright, baby. we've got all night and nowhere to be."

park jongseong

such a cutie patootie bc he's always thinking abt if you're going through too much trouble

honestly, you would only be able to ride him when he's really tired

or when he's feeling a little down or when you just wanna spoil him

bc he l o v e s it when you ride him but he's always so worried abt you :(

sits against the headboard so that you can have more stability

presses so many kisses against your chest and neck

loves it when you're slow and grinding against him, just enjoying how full he makes you feel

loves it even more when you're riding him like it's the only thing you can think of doing in that moment

absolutely runs his hands up and down your thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him

always is kissing you btw

no matter how fucked out you are (or he is, tbh) he's always kissing you bc you're going out of your way to make him feel good

just so incredibly love w you

will absolutely be asking if you want him to flip you over and make you feel good

doesn't believe you when you say that riding him does make you feel good

accidentally leaves bruises on your hips from how hard his grip is on you

kisses every single one of the bruises he leaves because he feels so sorry :(

definitely a groaner and his head falls back when you bottom out

he's such a romantic omg

jake sim

so excited cannot control himself

will beg you to ride him and is not ashamed of it

"yeah and you would too if your s/o was as hot as mine."

is kinda silly abt it because for him, pleasure is the ultimate goal

so even though you're riding him, he will 'accidentally' thrust upwards just to see you gasp

absolutely the type to do goofy shit in the middle to see you lose your breath

gets such an ego boost when you're sweating, trying not to cum before him when he's making it so hard for you

is a rlly sensual person so if the vibe is kinda serious, he will absolutely be pushing your hair back, pressing kisses against your shoulders

prefers you to ride him when the two of you are sitting

like sitting in an armchair or some shit

he feels like he's closer to you and he rlly likes the feeling of you clinging to him (kinda like heeseung)

is super versatile? like he gets turned on by pretty much everything and is into everything

so he can go from having a rlly serious vibe and kissing you senseless while you're seated full of him

to bouncing you on his dick faster than you can even register the switch

gets such a kick of adrenaline when you're fucked thoughtless when you're riding him

especially when you're babbling nonsense about how you don't want to stop and that you're in love w his dick

ABSOLUTELY goes feral for the praise

park sunghoon

one serving of a cocky ass mf when you first suggest it ("LMAOO you like like me")

kinda like jay in that he feels bad at first bc he rlly only lets you do it when he's feeling rlly tired

or when he just wants to be taken care of

since most of the time, he likes it for you to just sit back and relax

when he finally gives in though, he enjoys it to the fullest

absolutely accidentally edges you while he edges himself

everything feels so intense that he just needs you to stop every so often for you to catch your breath

and for him to get his head straight

but his thoughts grow cloudier and cloudier the longer you ride him

eventually, he gives up the reigns to you and that's when the fun really begins

he's such a sweetie when he's so far gone

tries his best to be quiet but just starts babbling when you ride him like it's the only thing you can think of doing

his hands are all over your body, trying to find something to anchor himself to

mark. him. up.

loves feeling special to you and feeling like you'd never give anyone else the chance to make you feel good like this

i wouldn't say that he's subby necessarily but he kinda gives into a more gentle and pliable side of him that you normally don't see

and when he cums, good god praise him so much pls :( he deserves it

kim sunoo

actually the best person to ever ride (i say this from personal experience)

slightly more dominant than usual because he loves seeing you melt when he takes control

snaps his hips up when you least expect it to see you whimper

gets such an ego boost when you lose your strength and fall into his arms

will hold you close to his chest as he fucks into you

kisses you when you're leaning into him

very slow and steady and purposeful with his movements, making you want more when he does the slightest movements

laughs when you nearly pass out after you cum (not in a mean way) (in a slightly mean way)

thinks you're absolutely adorable and likes watching you fumble for a couple moments before he starts guiding you

honestly probably doesn't let you do it very often bc he has to be in a very specific mindset for it

probably only happens when you're feeling RLLY needy

it's also probably just foreplay to him before he flips you over and fucks you until your mind goes absolutely blank

might even get freaky with it

do not get surprised if he ties your hands behind your back with a tie or smth

and tells you to 'get moving' in teasing way

you didn’t even want to be here, a cheap frat party thrown by your dorm mates as a welcome to you. its not your thing, you’d appreciate it if they just left you in silence with your books and homework, but no. it was a tradition, they said.

now, you’re here, trapped in the living room by people you’ve never seen in your entire life. stuck at a party thrown for you. “e..excuse… excuse me.” you silently said, squeezing yourself in between warm bodies. smoke filled the room up, not a corner untouched of that unpleasant smell.

once you got out to the balcony, it felt like heaven— fresh air, muffled sounds from the inside, just you and the cold breeze hitting your face. that lasted for only 31 seconds, you hear the sliding door open, “heeseung, don’t be a bitch. i’ll buy you a new one.” a cold voice starts, followed by a soft whine from the person he’s talking to, “dude, i bought that in miami, i can’t find good shit like that here.” 

you turned your head to see two men who look familiar conversing about… something? they acted like you weren’t there, like someone else wasn’t listening to the conversation they were having. you swore you’ve seen these two faces before. 

you turn your face back to the city lights as you start to recall all events you’ve had in uni, the basketball game? no… oh! maybe the football game? wait, no… the science fair? maybe they’re the assholes who caused the horrendous explosion of elephant toothpaste… no, that was the australian guy… you started to get warm on where you’ve seen them, it’s at the tip of your tongue, you just can’t prove it. 

“the thermodynamics quiz bee?” you whisper out loud, you didn’t realize it before the two men’s conversation came to a halt. you heard ruffling before a; “y/n?” 

how did they know your name? you turn to look at them, scanning both faces in a study, then that’s where it hit you. they were your opponents in the thermodynamics quiz bee! 

“what are you doing here?” the one in the black jacket asked, wait what’s his name… heejeung? hee… heebung! no, heeseung.

“oh, uhm… my dorm mates threw this for me, i just moved in yesterday.” you explained, trying to swallow your prideful smile after seeing their faces once again since you crushed their asses in that quiz bee. “how about you? what are you guys doing here?”

they both turn to look at each other, “oh, we sorta get in these stuff as a breather from our academics. it tends to get stressful.” the guy in the white jacket answered, pushing up his glasses, before shoving his hands down his pocket. you noticed his change of demeanor, he looked confused before looking down and pulling something out of his pocket. a small, bright green device.

“oh, shit.” he chuckles as he holds it up to heeseung’s face. the man turned to him, gasping rather loudly before snatching the device from him. “MY BABY!” he cried, holding it to his chest. 

you laugh at his reaction, how could a man ever love an inanimate object. “what’s that?” before you even asked, heeseung was already placing it in between his lips, taking a deep inhale as the device lights up from the bottom.

“try it, it’s green apple flavored,” he hands it to you, you shook your head. “oh, you don’t do these?” earning another shake of your head. “sunghoon, she doesn’t do these,” he told sunghoon in disbelief, holding up his vape.

“how are you surviving college?” he jokes, you giggled at the casualness you three held. it wasn’t your first time meeting, but it was the first time the three of you actually spoke like human beings and not debating on how entropy— okay, zip it.

you turn to them fully, heeseung’s face was turned to the side as he blew the smoke towards the cold air, sunghoon was puffing on the same device before handing it back to heeseung.

“won’t this be bad in your record?” you start, “i mean, it’s against school policy.” 

heeseung wanted to pinch your cheek, you were so cute, all over-aware and conscious. “it only goes bad in our record if we get caught.” heeseung was now leaning his head towards you.

the sliding door opened, “yo, jake just rolled out 17 joints, want some?” your roommate, jay says as his head pokes out the door, “how many you got?” sunghoon asked.

“i don’t know, man. jake just smoked one and he’s passed out. we got like… 15 left.” jay laughs, “it was a the good shit, i took a puff and it’s already kicking in.” 

the three of you all look at each other, before sunghoon spoke up, “give me 3.”, getting a nod from jay, his head disappearing then it pokes out once again alongside his hand reaching out 3 sticks of… something, when heeseung took them, placing one in between his lips. jay digs in his pocket, then his hand is up with a lighter sitting on his palm. sunghoon took the lighter as he lights up the stick in between heeseung’s lips, he grabs a stick from heeseung’s palm, lighting up his own. 

you can’t explain it, but something about the way they know their way around in this is making you feel hot. the way they move in synchronization like they’ve done this a million times, like it’s a routine. the way sunghoon lights heeseung’s joint first before his, the way heeseung’s eyes squint a bit when the smoke it traveling upwards, the way they twist the joint out in between their fingers. 

heeseung was leaning against the balcony, his face scrunching up to the sudden flavor engulfing his mouth. he hold out his palm to you, offering you the other stick, “try”. 

sunghoon handed the lighter back to jay, “alright, enjoy!” then he’s gone, and the door’s closed. it’s just the three of you again.

“i don’t know how,” god, you’re in college and you’ve never smoked or drink. embarrassing. it was cute to the two of them, though, how you’re so clueless with their reality, to what they actually do to handle stress, to what they are beyond their titles. sunghoon wasn’t that perfect-good-boy he turns out to be. heeseung wasn’t that boy who used to get the same gpa as you, both having your names at the first ranking. 

they’re just boys too, behind their excellent academic performances, their untouched student record, their top-student facade. they’re different like this. like, they turn off a switch in their brain that stops them from being the top students in your school. 

“i’ll teach you how, get closer.” heeseung pulls you closer to him. he sets down your joint, as he took his joint from his lips to hold it up to your face. “this is where you put your lips, you take a small inhale, then hold it there.”

“in my mouth?”

“no, in your lungs,” he says as he points to the middle part of your throat, “you should feel something here, hypopharyx, yeah? then exhale when i tell you to.”

when i tell you to. boy, did that do something to you. you close your lips on the joint heeseung was holding out. you follow the steps he instructed. sunghoon was watching intently behind heeseung. 

the feeling was unbearable, the taste was yuck, the heat was unpleasant, yet you held it in, feeling it burn just at the back of your throat, hypopharyx.

“wait.” heeseung instructed, “ok, exhale.” you do as he says, exhaling the smoke. it became thin, almost transparent as your lungs has filtered it out. “good girl, no coughing.”

“you sure you’ve never done this before?” sunghoon rolls his joint in between his fingers as he smiled. impressed on how you didn’t even cough.

“again?” heeseung asks, keeping it just by your face. “try to inhale more, and keep it longer. when it gets itchy and you feel like coughing when it gets to your throat, just swallow on your spit continuously, it’ll go away eventually.” you nod to his explanation.

you were taking small puffs here and there, until you end up in this current state: sunghoon was leaning against the glass door, heeseung was curled up in a ball on the floor, and you were in between them. you guys were laughing at nothing, car horns, the light switch, heeseung’s shoelaces.

you felt carefree, like the world was floating away from your hands, the heaviness you carry is now vanishing. you want to stay like this forever.

“sunghoon… my vape,” heeseung pouts as he retracts the device from his lips to let it go, his vape went tumbling on the floor. “it died.”

sunghoon laughed—no, wheezed at heeseung’s complaint before turning to you, “y/n, can you ask jay to grab my coat?” which you immediately comply.

you twist your body, reaching for the handle of the door to pull it to the right, you scan the living room, spotting jay next to which you assume is sunghoon’s coat. “jaaay! can you pass that?” you point at the coat. 

“what?” he asks, bringing his hand up to his ear, “the coat!” you yell, “the what?!” 

you’ve been pointing at the coat, your back was straining from the twist, so you adjusted your position, you get on your knees, bending down to reach for the coat yourself, you wearing a skirt completely slipped off your mind.

heeseung, whose cheek is pressed against the concrete had a full view of your ass and green panties. “holy shit,” he muttered, catching sunghoon’s attention, now realizing what heeseung was so amused about, the way you looked so sexy this way, your back was naturally arched, the wind helping the both of them to get a better view of your ass, they were enjoying this.

“thank you!” you giggle, closing the door before going back to your previous position, your legs were clamped together as you straightened them again. “here”, you pass the coat to sunghoon, who immediately acted like he didn’t saw anything he wasn’t supposed to see. 

his hand searching for something in each pocket, he took out a box of cigarettes and a pocket lighter, and tossed it to heeseung, who gasped and smiled widely. 

“yey! thank youuuuuuu,” heeseung opened the box and took a cigarette, placing it in between in lips, he tried reaching for the lighter but it was too far, “your aim is shit, sunghoon.” his head was lowering. god, he’s so gone.

you laugh at heeseung, taking the lighter, lightly grabbing heeseung’s jaw, turning his head to face the lighter. despite his fucked out state, he got to ignite it before the cigarette died. 

you turn to sunghoon, “can i have one as well?” 

“take all you want, princess.” you smiled at the nickname, the three of you were now careless, with your actions, your words, your thoughts.

you were half-way into finishing your cigarette, the two boys you were with had their eyes closed, too high to stay awake. you took heeseung’s cigarette butt from his lips and burnt it on the ground, “mm” heeseung muttered.

you suddenly felt a hand on your thigh, “let me have some of that,” sunghoon says with his eyes closed shut. you took the cigarette to his lips, and he turned his head to the other side. 

“hm?” you question his sudden decline, sunghoon opened his eyes, his eyes blood-shot red and hooded. “get on top of me,”

“what?—“ then you felt his hands grip your him to place you on top of his lap, “you smell good, y/n,” 

you were shocked with the sudden sensation, you felt so hot despite the cold air whishing your whole body. 

“take a hit.” he instructed to which you did, then he took both your cheeks in one hand, squeezing it and letting it hover of his, you took this as a sign to exhale. he slightly opened his mouth to inhale the smoke you were letting out.

you did this multiple times until the cigarette reached its end. sunghoon’s hands were now toying the hem of your skirt. 

“you’re no fair,” you both turn to heeseung who was now lifting himself up, knee-walking towards the both of you, he then grabbed the end on your skirt and lifted it up, the sudden cold breeze sending shivers to every nerve you have. 

“you’ve got… really… cute panties on, hehe” he giggled, now pressing a soft kiss to your earlobe, the sensation was crazy, his hot breath made your back arch. 

“argh— don’t do that.” sunghoon said, tightening his grip on the fat of your waist. 

“let’s take this to your room?” heeseung peppered kisses down to your shoulders, your eyes fluttering shut.

“get up.” sunghoon instructed to both you and heeseung who was quick with it, he was lifting you up by your arms. you lock your index finger with heeseung, doing the same with sunghoon when he got up, leading them to your room.

they gave you no time to breathe, sunghoon locking the door behind him and pushing you to your bed. “heeeey, i can’t have outside clothes on my bed,” you whine. 

heeseung pulled you up to sit, “well, take your outside clothes off, then.” his voice was low and laced with lust. you were out of your mind, you started by taking your panties off first, shocking both men kneeling before you. your panties pooled by your ankle, sunghoon shook them off, and touched the pad of your underwear.

“wet? really?” he smiled, he tossed it aside and started to place a hand up your thigh, caressing the soft of your skin. you were reaching for your shirt when heeseung stopped you, “do it slowly, put on a show f’me.” 

the more it happened, the more confidence you get, you run a hand through your hair, letting it sit on the left side, you lick your lips before slowly lifting your shirt, just by your bra. heeseung grunts and shifts in his place. you lift your shirt over your head painfully slow. 

you threw the shirt over his shoulder, instantly getting a low groan from him, “fuck you.”

you stand up and turn around. you kneeled and bent your back, waving your bare ass on their faces, “can you help me? can’t reach,” you fake pout, looking at the both of them. 

you could hear sunghoon’s low growl before undoing the clasp of your skirt, and pulling the slider down. you could feel his hand grope your hips through the skirt before he pulls it down. 

fuck, they could smell your arousal. “jesus christ.” heeseung reached out to unclasp your bra, letting it freely fall down your shoulders. he takes your bra from your chest and throws it on the floor. 

you were just face down your bed, your elbows holding you up, none of you spoke. you sorta tensed, why are they so silent. just as you were about to speak up, you feel a quick, hot, and wet stripe up your pussy. 

“aah— fuck! what the—“ you’re now pulled up by your shoulders, looking up to see sunghoon towering over you, shirtless. you catch every dip of his abdomen, his skin white as snow. this was truly a sight. heeseung noticed the way the two of you were staring at each other deeply that you two didn’t even hear him pulling his pants down.

he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making you face him. “can’t forget about me now, do you?” he was slapping the tip of his cock on your cheek. “please me, baby.” the words spilling from his mouth like smooth wine. 

you shifted on your knees, now facing him. you started to pepper little pecks on his raging tip, making it twitch, “agh— don’t tease.” 

“‘m not teasing,” you flash a sweet smile to him, you hear unbuckling behind you. you kept on digging your tongue lightly at the slit of his cock, “god, fuck. i can’t— can’t… do…” heeseung stammers, his hand reaches your scalp again, fisting your hair, enough to hurt.

“stop,” sunghoon orders, pulling you off heeseung. he pushed you on your bed, forced you to lie down with your head hanging off the edge. “you’ve ever been eaten out before?” he asks.

you muffle a small ‘no’, sunghoon smiles. “well, i’ll make you feel how good it is. is that okay with you?” he was walking towards the other end of the bed. he was holding onto your ankles, separating them.

heeseung was now positioning himself in front of you, “hi,” he smiles. you feel comforted by the sudden sweetness, he bends down in front of your face, facing you. “you’re so pretty,” he admits before closing the gap between you. he was actually kissing you upside down. 

the kiss was so messy, full of teeth clashing, tongues everywhere, it was a call for desperation. your hands were traveling up to hold onto his neck, when you suddenly feel the wet warmth laying flat on your cunt. 

“mmmph!” you moan onto the kiss, you feel heeseung smile onto the kiss as grabbing chuckles against your folds, sending a vibration everywhere. you pull away from the kiss, “aah! oh, so goooooood.” 

heeseung stands up, grabbing the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly in between his index and thumb. “mmm, let’s finish off what we started, shall we?” he snickers.

you let you jaw fall slack at an instant, your tongue following suit. heeseung was playing with your tongue with the head of his dick, “oh, such a pretty face.” he reaches for his phone that was placed on your bed.

“smiilee!” he laughs as he snaps pictures of different angles, your face, your tits, his dick just laying heavy on your mouth, sunghoon lapping at your pussy. “fuck, i’m gonna jerk off to this.”

“shend ith to me, hmm,” sunghoon speaks over your core, you moan loudly at the shooting sensations. heeseung took the opportunity to shove inches in your mouth, muffling your sounds. 

you immediately gag onto him, the feeling unfamiliar. “i’m gonna show no mercy to this pretty little mouth of yours, yeah? just dig your nails here if it gets too much,” he guided your hand on his thigh. 

heeseung pulled out fully, roughly rubbing his head up and down your glistening lips, it felt so good for him, “aaaaargh! haha, god. oh, god.” he exclaims before shoving his entire length down your throat. 

“mmmhphh!!” you squeal, hand flying to heeseung’s thigh, not squeezing. he pulls out again, then slams back in. each time he does it, you feel lightheaded. the way he’s so rough with you, the way he’s knocking out every ounce of oxygen from you body, the way you could hear him moan. 

sunghoon on the other hand, felt your pussy fluttering and your clit hardening against his tongue, he laps at it slowly and precisely. your hips trying to chase his tongue unconsciously when it was away. 

“mhf clowsh, mmmh!” you gurgle against heeseung, your own spit flowing down you face, reaching just below your eye. sunghoon pushed his index finger in, “argh, so tight.” 

that was pushing you over the edge, the knot in your stomach about to unravel, you were moaning uncontrollably at the feeling. your whole body was tingling. when you felt sunghoon pulled away, his tongue, his finger, his whole body is away from you.

your hands slap against heeseung’s thighs, your nails digging onto his flesh. you were edged, edged so bad it hurt. “ow! her nails’ sharp.” heeseung pulled your hands away from him, you were now thrashing your legs, knuckles turning white from gripping at the sheets.

heeseung was pounding your face, even bringing his hand down to your neck just to squeeze. “oh, that feels so— so good, fuck, so good… god, i’m close.”

you were crying from the pain you felt at your throat, the loss of pleasure, everything. “mmffmp, shtop!” you begged, running your hands over heeseung’s thigh, desperate for a breath.

heeseung laughs, “you know what to do when you want me to stop, right?” his thrusts were getting sloppier, his own knees were buckling. “just— just hold on a bit longer, okay? i’m gonna shoot my load down… down this pretty pretty throat of yours.” 

you were starting to black out, your jaw going numb before you felt sunghoon crawling on top of you, “mmmmfhhh!” you were whining against heeseung.

“don’t worry, baby. my outside clothes are off,” sunghoon assured before you felt his hard-on grinding against your thigh. you were feeling so many things at once. sunghoon signaled heeseung to remove his hand from your throat.

he crawled up higher, before he licked a stripe up your neck, biting at the thin, stretched-out skin, then sucking it. it earned a moan from both you and heeseung.

“fuck! i feel it on my dick, dude.” heeseung throws his head back. “don’t— don’t stop… please, fuck.” sunghoon laughed at the desperation. sunghoon brought a hand up on your nipple, twisting and pinching at it, while he was sucking hickeys on your throat. heeseung was a moaning mess, and so were you. your hands fly down to sunghoon’s back, scratching at it. “oh, her nails are sharp, fuck. keep doing that f’me.”

“i’m cum— cumming. fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!” heeseung's dick was pulsing in your throat, you felt how deep he was. he was shaking, wheezing, and his face was contorted, his mouth opened, his eyes shut closed. 

you gagged violently when heeseung was pulling out, nudging at your uvula. “AAGH!” you screamed before sucking deep and heavy breaths, heeseung’s cum spilling out your mouth. he scooped his cum that was trickling down your cheek, coating both his index and middle finger. he brought it up to sunghoon’s plump lips. 

sunghoon looked up at him, in shock. yet, he still stuck his tongue out, and lapped at heeseung’s cum-coated fingers. “that’s… fucking… disgusting…” you say in between breaths, laughing. 

heeseung pulls away from sunghoon, as the latter gets off you and pulls you by your legs by the edge of the bed, your head was now laid flat on the mattress, the back of it was now straining from the sudden change of position. 

“sit up.” he ordered, he was licking his lips, it took you a while to process and do what he said. you lift yourself up in pain. sunghoon grabs both your thighs and lift you up.

heeseung crawled on your bed, sitting just below you before sunghoon placed you onto heeseung’s lap.

you can’t process anything that was happening. until you felt sunghoon rubbing his tip up and down on your folds. “please us.” sunghoon said before shoving the head in. 

“OW! no, stop… stop, wait. wait, please, wait.” you were babbling sweet nothings, your misery was egging sunghoon on more. he pushed and pushed in until he was bottomed out. “p—pull… pull out, can’t—can’t take… it, no…” 

“that’s crazy, baby. your pussy’s sucking me in just right.” he pushed his body onto you, grabbing you up again, you felt heeseung’s head on your pussy too.

“no, no. not two, i can’t.” you were begging as you gripped on sunghoon’s meaty arm. causing him to chuckle. 

“oh, silly girl. of course, not.” sunghoon placed a kiss on your lips, the smell was compelling, the mix of weed, cigarettes, and cum was pushing sunghoon over the edge, he could cum just from that. he pulled you in deeper, licking the inside of your mouth, he laughed at your desperation when you immediately opened your mouth up for his tongue.

heeseung was rubbing his tip on your pussy, before dipping down to the curve of your ass hole. “it’s so fucking warm.” he was gliding his tip in your ass, “relax for me, baby. it’ll be easier for the three of us.” 

‘the three of us’, it kept replaying in your head. the thought of it was filthy, having sex with two men at the same time, having two dicks shoved in you. your mind was so cloudy, you didn’t notice the pain you should be feeling when heeseung shoved the head of his dick in your ass. “oh, fuck, it’s so tight, my dick might fall off.” he laughed.

you now felt the excruciating pain, like you were being sawn in half vertically. “heeseung, stop.” you said as you pulled away from sunghoon, a string of saliva connecting your lips. 

“you can take this, it’s mkaay.” he peppered kisses down your back as he slowly pushed in deeper. 

“mmmfph! i caaaan’t, it hurts so much.” you cry, sunghoon took this as a sign to move, to hush the current pain you were feeling. he pulled out all the way, the tip of head just resting in between your folds, you whine at the loss, closing your eyes. 

heeseung stared at sunghoon for a signal. sunghoon looked down at your core before looking up at heeseung, he nodded. sunghoon thrusted while pushing you down onto heeseung’s dick, your ass cheeks slapping onto heeseung thighs.

“FUCK!” your eyes shoot open, tears now falling down your cheeks, you didn’t know what to feel, heeseung hurts, sunghoon feels good, your nipples hurt, your throat aches. 

“shh, it’s okay,” heeseung moans behind you, you were crying onto sunghoon’s bare chest who was already thrusting into you. heeseung stayed in that position for a while. 

heeseung tried lifting you up, then bringing you down slowly, you moaned at the feeling, “so… good…” you whispered. 

“what was that, baby?” sunghoon asked, panting. his pace was quickening. “say it again, tell heeseung how it feels.”

you turn your head, meeting heeseung’s jaw, “mm, seungie… s—so good, you feel so… good, good, mhmmph.” you were so gone, you press open-mouthed kisses on his chiseled jaw. 

heeseung moans at the nickname, you were so submissive, so sweet. “i know, baby. it feels good for me too.” 

you smile at heeseung’s reply, leaning your back pressed against his chest. you lock eyes with sunghoon, staring deep into his dark eyes, “how about you, hoonie?” 

sunghoon grunts as he looks up, “hm? what about me?” he says in between his quiet groans. you bring a hand up to his mouth, forcing your middle and ring finger in his mouth. you were light with your actions, just coating your fingers in his spit. he bit your finger lightly before pulling it out. 

you bring that same hand down to your swollen clit, rubbing small 8’s onto it. you moan loudly at the sensation it brought you, “mm, does it feel good for you too?” you blink your wet eyelashes at him.

he swore he almost came to that, “of course, you’re squeezing me so good,” he grinds his hips deeper, hitting that spongey part in your pussy. you held onto him, arching your back at the pleasure that pound brought you. 

“oh, yeah? right here?” he smirked as he hit it continuously, you clenched around the both of them, heeseung grips on your hips. 

“sweetheart, don’t do that. i’m gonna cum.” he whispered, the tightness you suddenly made and the feeling of sunghoon’s balls slapping onto his was getting him closer. you were clenching on the both of them on purpose. 

“cum in me, then…” you said as you grind your hips in different directions, it was so messy but perfect, some sways pleased sunghoon, some sways hit heeseung’s soft spot. 

sunghoon’s thrust were so sloppy, you could hear your own slick, “cum with me, baby. please, please, oh, god.” 

you were so close, sunghoon’s grunts and heeseung’s moans were music to your ears, it just pushed you more on the edge. 

“hoonie, don’t stop this time, please? i’m gonna cum with you, i promise. just— just don’t stop please.” you begged. that made sunghoon’s dick twitch, ‘i promise’, you were so desperate. 

“i won’t stop, baby. i’m so close, so… close.” 

heeseung’s hold on you was losing, “i’m— i’m cum—cumming, cumming… oh, fuck!” you felt the warm feeling drip down your ass, that’s what did it to you. 

“me too! i’m cumming! oh— i’m… mmmph!” you cried out, squeezing down on sunghoon as you came. 

sunghoon thrusted onto you one last time before his whole body shook, biting onto your shoulder. “argh, fuck!” he was sloppily thrusting, riding his high. 

heeseung collapsed on the bed, causing you to fall back on him, sunghoon doing the same. the three of you laid on top of each other. 

sunghoon pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you, he bent down to lick the cum away, before shoving his tongue in you. 

“mmm…” you whined, the feelings were too much. heeseung was still in you, unable to move.

he flipped the both of you to your sides, still staying in you. “i can’t pull out, i’m gonna sleep.” he murmurs in your ear, spooning you.

sunghoon stood up, going to the bathroom to wash his dick off, “i’m gonna smoke.” he announced before picking his clothes up, and wearing them again.

you and heeseung stay in the same position when you heard the door closing. both of you were drifting away when you heard your door open again. “you gotta window in ‘ere?” sunghoon asks. 

you lazily pointed at your window, just in front of your bed. 

“i’m smoking here, i missed the both of you when i got out.” sunghood said as he placed the cigarette in between his lips.

“you fucking softie.” heeseung sleepily teased, you laugh at the both of them. 

“get up from there and smoke with me, asshole.” sunghoon rolled his eyes at the both of you before turning his back at you, he’s now leaning at the edge of your window, arms crossed before him.

heeseung whispered into your ear, “wanna smoke?”. earning a nod from you, “i’m gonna stay in you, okay?” 

“mkey,” you giggle as heeseung was hugging your hip before sitting up. you were on his lap, his dick still throbbing in you, “pass us that.”

sunghoon turned around, the sight in front of him made him hard again. you were on heeseung’s lap, you legs tightly shut. your tits were perky and red, hickeys covered your neck and chest, your hair was collected at one side. heeseung’s chin on your shoulders, his arms wrapped around your waist. 

the two of you were patiently waiting for him to pass the cigarette. 

“get off of each other, god damn.” sunghoon passed the cigarette to you before turning around. 

his nostrils flare, chest heaving as your works cracked something inside him. “insecure?” sunghoon spits, dragging a hand through his hair as he steps closer to you. his gaze snaps back to you, venom thick in his voice. “i’m not insecure. you’re just shameless enough to flirt right in front of me like a whore.”

your eyes widened, heat flooding. you turn around to face him, eyebrows furrowed in both disbelief and confusion. “what the fuck did you just call me?” your voice sharpens, looking up to your boyfriend.

sunghoon towers over you, his grip around your phone tightens. “you heard me.” he doesn’t back down. if anything, his lips curl into a mocking sneer. “you’re a flirty whore who eats up every second of any dude’s attention.”

your jaw drops, shock morphing into fury so fast it burns hot behind your eyes and nape. “fuck you!” you spit, shoving him hard in the chest with both hands. the impact makes him stumble back a step, phone nearly slipping from his grip. 

you turn on your heel, ready to storm elsewhere but the living room—but you don’t make it past two steps before his hand clamps around your wrist like iron. 

“don’t you dare walk away from me,” sunghoon growls, yanking you back. his fingers dig into your skin, the sharp sting only fueling your rage. 

“let me go!” you twist, trying to fear free, but your boyfriend only holds you tighter, dragging you closer to him until you’re nearly nose–to–nose. “why should i?” he scoffs, nudging his chin up like he’s testing you. “so your whore–ass can run back and fuck him?”

you look at him, lips part in disbelief at his words. you stop trying to break your wrist free. “you’re insane, sunghoon,” you laugh, breathless and humourless. his words don’t hurt you because he’s always saying shit like this—accusing you of cheating, inventing dramas and fake scenarios in his head that got himself spiraling. 

“—fucking paranoid, insecure, pathetic,” you rip your wrist back hard that it reddens, raising your hand to hit him—

but sunghoon’s faster. his hand shoots out, catching your arm mid–swing, and in the same line of breath, he slams you back against the door. the impact rattles it in its frame, the wood groaning under the force. 

a sharp gasp tears from your throat as you hit the back of your head against the surface, half from shock, half from how close he’s pressed against you. his grip is bruising as it pins you in place. “that hurts, asshole!” you wince, hissing in pain.

sunghoon doesn’t react, instead, his hands slide from your wrist to your forearms, hard and pinning. his voice drops low and loaded. “that how i felt when i saw you talking to him.” 

you stare at him like he’s insane, every word you’ve swallowed boiling up into one motion. comparing one whole different thing to another—how could he? without a warning, you raise your hand and slap him. hard. the smack cracks through the room, your palm stinging as much as it leaves a red print on his cheek.

sunghoon’s eyes widened, and for a beat, he just stands there. stunned, fingers splayed at his side. then, a dry laugh sounds like it wants to be a snarl escapes his lips. his eyes are bright with hurt and rage. “you actually hit me?” he says, incredulous. “is that how we’re playing it?” 

before you can answer, his palm cracks across your cheek. the force snaps your head to the side, a hot sting blooming across your skin. sunghoon’s palm is big and manly, compared to your meek one. 

the slap is so shocking that it catches your breath in your lungs. half in shock, half in fury, the sound sharp in the silence. you drag your gaze back to him, lips curling. “you’re a fucking coward.” 

“no,” he spits back instantly, chest rising and falling as though every nerve is on fire. “i’m just giving you exactly what you give me. if you want to hit me, i can hit you too.” sunghoon scoffs, pushing his hair back. 

“you don’t get to play victim when you start it, babe.”

your hand flies up again, shoving him hard in the chest. “fuck you, park sunghoon.” you press your hand against your palm in hopes it can stop the burn. “you’ll never be man enough to handle me.” 

sunghoon stumbles, then grabs your wrist again to drag you back into him with bruising force. “yeah? is that what you’re saying?” he hums, voice edged with something feral. before you can twist free, he shoves you backward, the back of your knees catching the couch. you fall on it with a gasp, balance lost, and he’s on your in a second.

“say it again,” he presses you down into the cushions, trapping you between his knees with his hands already rough against your sides. “i’ll never be a man enough to handle you?” 

your nails claw at his shoulders, part defiance, desperate to hold your ground and ego. “you can’t.” you hiss, even as your body betrays you, arching up into him. 

with a roll of his eyes and shake of head in disappointment, sunghoon’s mouth crashes against yours in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing, more bite and eagerness than tenderness. your nails claw at his shoulders, part defiance, part desperate to hold your ground.

“fine, i’ll show you man.” 

your protests tangle with moans as his hands roam lower, both of you tearing like cats and dogs.

sunghoon’s finger hook underneath your dress—his movements are rough, frustrated, full with jealousy as he seeks control rather than affection. you twist under his weight, shoving at his shoulders, both of you locked in a messy collision of anger and lust.

“ugh—fucking take it off properly,” you murmur, arching your back slightly so he can rest the fabric just beneath your chin. your boyfriend clicks his tongue where he dismisses you. he moves in close, leaning his weight forward. 

your hips end up caught on his thighs, sunghoon’s hands clamp on your hips as he tugs you closer to him, pressing your clothed cunt against his hardened cock. “shut the fuck up,” he murmurs, licking his lips before taking off his own shirt, exposing his toned, lean, chest. 

you raise your arms to touch him, but sunghoon swats your hands away. “don’t,” he warns, eyes cutting down at you. the room goes quiet except for the sound of both of you breathing. you stare at him, stunned for half a second before the disbelief hits. “you don’t fucking deserve it.”

no way he just said that to you. 

“excuse me?” you bark out a laugh, humorless. “who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” 

sunghoon’s eyes narrow before he leans down to smash his lips against yours for the second time, lips molding and melting as his sneaky hand slides down your tummy—and inside your panties where there’s a wet patch slowly forming. 

sunghoon canines drag your bottom lip, tugging and putting pressure on the soft flesh. you whimper, wrapping your arms around your neck where you tangle his hair between your fingers. 

“‘m talking to my bitchy ass pretty girlfriend,” he murmurs against your lips, the kiss turns sloppy, desperate, all tongue and spit and the wet drag of lips that refuse to yield. it’s taking your breath away—

you yank his head back by the grip you have around his hair to take a breather. his scalp jerks in your fist, the sharp tug ripping a guttural sound from his throat—half a snarl, half a moan. sunghoon shudders, his fingers roughly circling around your pussy, dragging and pulling the skin against his fingers.

“you’re so fucking annoying,” eyes locked in a glare that could start fires, sunghoon dips his middle finger in between your pussy lips, where the tip of his finger flicks and rubs your clit. you let out a soft moan, nipping your head back slightly. 

“ngh—fuck,” you gasp, bucking your hips against his palm. the end of your boyfriend’s lip curls into a smirk as he picks up pace, rubbing your pussy faster, wetting his palm. “you’re so wet?” he laughs, breathless and ragged. “i thought you hate me, baby,”

you bite your bottom lip, giving into the pleasure sunghoon is giving. his fingers play with your folds, bringing more juices out of you. he knows exactly how to get you dripping for him—slipping in his two fingers inside without informing, your lips parting into a sharp gasp, lids fluttering. 

“oh! hoonie, fuck—!” you cry out softly. your pussy stretches and clams around his two fingers as they thrust in and out of you—thumb rubs and plays your clit faster to loosen you. sunghoon might be a toxic boyfriend, but he’s not cruel—he’d kill himself before he allowed himself to hurt you first. 

sunghoon leans down to attach his lips on your neck, nipping at your skin roughly— his teeth scrape, then bite—too hard, too deliberate. you flinch, but he doesn’t stop. purple blooms under his touch, ugly and possessive, spreading like bruised petals across your neck. 

you’re his’, and sunghoon will always, always, make sure you remember it. he doesn’t need to say it.

“fuck, i need to stretch you before you can take this cock,” he rasps, fingers make a scissocring motion inside, stretching you good around him. you’re so fucking needy, it’s crazy—bucking your hips into his hand, all you want is to cum on his fingers. 

sunghoon starts thrusting his fingers faster, curling and pressing against your g–spot. your pussy is making squelching noises, filling up the room lewdly. “fucking relax, babe,” he chuckles, sharp canine drawing blood from your the side of your neck.

“hngh—’m gonna cum, hoonie, ‘m gonna cum,” you mewl, the pressure building up inside of you. your arch your back, chasing your high. sunghoon’s thumb teases your clit relentlessly, there’s no rhythm to his thrusting anymore. 

“yeah?” he swallows the lump in his throat. you’re so fucking hot, he almost blame the other guys for having an interest on you. practically rubbing his palm against your wet, needy cunt—sunghoon kisses the corner of your lips, where he licks your saliva. 

“cum on my fingers baby, fuckin’ cum,” he rasps—you release your creamy orgasm around his fingers, coating them with thick, milky liquid, you whimper, shutting your eyes tightly as your legs shake on sunghoon’s hips.

he continues to thrust your cunt, spreading your juices messily around your pussy. she’s puffy, wet, twitching and spasming. 

slowly, sunghoon pulls his fingers out, bringing his hand up in front of you. “look at that,” he murmurs, his fingers glistening underneath the lights. you huff and puff, panting as your pussy twitches at the sudden emptiness.

“you’re such a slut, jesus…” sunghoon continues before slipping his middle finger inside his mouth and licks it clean, loving the taste of his girlfriend that only sunghoon can ever, ever taste. you watch from under him, licking your lips and bobbing your throat. 

your boyfriend brings the other finger to your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him. rolling and lolling your tongue around the ring finger, you bob your head back and forth like it’s cock—except his finger is nothing compared to the real, huge thing. 

the taste of your own cunt is tangy on your tongue, not unpleasant on his finger. the warmth of your tongue drags along the side of his finger as he presses it against your tongue, drawing a slight gag from the back of your throat. 

sunghoon’s cock throbs like crazy underneath his pants. he really needs you to suck his cock and give him a good fucking fellatio—but with how you’re acting right now, all fucking bratty and annoying—there’s no guarantee you’ll bite his cock off.

“fuck me, c’mon,” you manage, brows furrowing—you think you’re so fucking intimidating, huh? your boyfriend pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, shaking his head with that annoying sly smile on his handsome face.

patting your cheek lovingly with his wet hand, sunghoon clicks his tongue. “that’s not how you ask someone for a favour, baby,” he sighs, feigning exasperation. his erection pokes at your inner thigh, grazing. 

he unbuttons and pulls down both his pants and boxer, letting out his throbbing, horny cock with the tip leaking precum, hanging from the head. your pussy twitches erratically, heat pools in your stomach. fuck, you need it so bad. 

“beg, yn, beg for me to fuck you.”

sunghoon guides his cock to tease you, the head sliding perfectly between your folds where he drags it back and forth, dipping the head in the entrance, but not putting in. it barely stretches your entrance—your juices are leaking down your thighs, pussy so needy and desperate.

but there’s no way you’d beg after all that hateful comments!

placing a barrier between the two of you with your hands on his shoulder, you roll your eyes and try not to look like you need his cock filling you—”hah,” you chuckle breathlessly, nothing’s funny when you’re horny. 

“beg you?” you raise a cocky eyebrow. “sunghoon, if i want to get fucked, i can get it anywhere.” lies and not. you do want to get fucked—but only by sunghoon. only by your crazy, insecure boyfriend. 

sunghoon’s eyes widen, disbelief cuts deeper than anger ever could. are you fucking joking? for a second, he doesn't move, just stares at you. but then his jaw tightens, muscle jumping as a slow, dangerous smile at his lips.

fuck you got him—sunghoon knew it’s one of your little tricks again, but fuck it got him. 

“yeah?” he mutters, tugging you closer to him against his lips where his cock buries between your folds. he’s not even looking at you anymore but your cunt—but you can see the little twitches in annoyance on his eyebrow. 

“you whorish bitch,” he continues, sliding his cockhead and stretching your entrance without a warning. you gasp, arching your back as it slides into cunt with little resistance; your juices help sunghoon to slide easily. 

“oh my god, you’re so big,” 

his gaze is full of jealousy, anger, hunger, greed as it scans your body, the way his cock quickly disappears inside your pussy where it sheathes him all. “as if i’ll ever let you fuck somebody else.” 

sunghoon only allows you to adjust around his shaft before he starts thrusting vigorously. the wet sounds filling the air each time he withdraws and then thrust back. his hand finds your cheeks where he squishes the fleshes, puckering your lips adorably as he anchors himself. 

“harder, harder, hoonie, c’mon,” you plead, toes curling in air. his cock feels so good, dragging your velvety walls and hitting all the right spots. your insides are truly catered and shaped for him, meant for sunghoon.

he moves his free hand to rub his thumb over your bud, eliciting a whine out of you. you hate how good he’s making you feel good—”i—is this all you have? if you don’t want me fucking another dude, you gotta fuck me harder!” you managed through your puckered lips.

fuck, sunghoon wishes you’d slapped him, just so he has a reason to slap you back so that bratty little mouth can stay shut the fuck up. you’re such a fucking bitch, it’s unfathomable how sunghoon is so obsessively in love with you. picking up his space nonetheless, sweat began sliding in droplets where it lands on your tummy—where his cock bulge appears from underneath your abdomen. 

your bodies move together so perfectly.

“fuck, just shut up whore,” he rasps, moving back into your tight pussy with full force where he slams his cock so deep you swear it goes past your cervix. you moan aloud, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him closer. 

sunghoon begins focusing on slamming hard, individual pounding, slow but impactful, filling and straightening the fuck out of you—hoping it knocks some sense to you that sunghoon would rather chain you down than seeing you run off on some other dude’s dick.

the sensation of his cock dragging along your walls is almost indescribable, hips bucking back to find him—wetting his balls and pelvis as you grind. “ngh, don’t wanna, fuck—you feel s’good,” you whine. 

splotches of your vision go black as he rocks into you, tipping your head back against the couch. 

“fuck, i can feel it. you’re close, aren’t you?” he groans, striking on your cervix with force. your eyes roll to the back of your head, lashes fluttering prettily. “gonna cum on my cock, huh baby? little slut wants to cum on my cock?” 

his words irritate you—as true as it is. opening one eye to look at him as the other flutters with each brutal pound, little meek moans escape your lips. sunghoon fucking loves hearing it. 

“but you’re the one rutting like a bitch…” you reply innocently, bottom lip puckering into a small pout. 

that obviously takes sunghoon back a little, as the corner of his lips twitch and upturn, he moves his hand to pinch your cheek—where the fuck are you learning all this from? sunghoon pinches the flesh, not enough to hurt, but enough to scold.

you whimper and wince, holding his wrists as you try to pry him off. “mph—it hurts!” you whimper, shutting your eyes. sunghoon rolls his eyes in annoyance, using you distracted as an opportunity to spit—the wet, hot glob of saliva lands right on your lips. 

grimacing, his saliva goes past and into your mouth. “eek—! you’re disgusting!” you muffle, opening your eyes to see your boyfriend smirking. 

ignoring, his hips fall into a rhythmic pace, body rocking against yours on the couch. a hiccup moan tears from your throat, a prickling sensation of all emotions. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum. baby,” sunghoon groans, in pain with how long he’s been holding.

he feels as though his cock could explode inside. 

you clench down around him instinctively, choking on a moan. his thumb presses on your clit, rolling it beneath the pad of his finger. “cum with me, yn, cum with me. i wanna feel it.” 

with a final, powerful thrusts, so deep that it forms beneath your skin and has your spine straighten—you shatter, the pleasure washes over you like a tsunami. your orgasm rips through you as you cums on his cock, releasing another set of creamy orgasm. 

your toes curl and uncurl as you spasm, sunghoon rubbing your clit faster and messy—making your squirm and eliciting a soft kitten cry out of you. all that bark like a puppy, just to meow like a kitten at the end. 

as he promises, sunghoon buries his hips inside, flush against yours—ropes of hot, thick semen washes over you, filling and pumping your insides full and warm. his cock twitches as your walls contract and milk him dry. 

“fuckkkk,” he moans—half a groan, half a whine—sunghoon rocks his hips slowly, ensuring your womb receives his cum nicely. he thrusts thrice more before finally pulling out, watching as the mixture of everything dribble out of your puffy pussy.

a string of cum connects your pussy to his top as he smears it back on your clit. his cum leaks freely down your thighs.

yeah, there’s just no way there’ll ever be a guy who comes even 1% close to your boyfriend.

you pant, sunghoon still doesn’t let you go fully, but releases his hands off your body. your chest heaves, back and forth as you remain laid. can’t even bring yourself to wipe the sweat on your forehead, or… sunghoon’s saliva on your lips.

at the end of the day, sunghoon is your loving boyfriend—he gently scoops you in his arm where he settles you on his lap against his chest, holding you close and tight. “that’s it, baby,” he murmurs softly, pecking your swollen lips. 

“aih, look at you,” nudging and running his thumb across your lips, sunghoon cracks a smile. “no more making me jealous, alright? i can’t always handle it.” he hums, nuzzling into the warmth of your neck. 

always? you act this way every time, you want to add, but doesn’t. he’s already mad as he is.

you pout, rubbing your thighs together uncomfortable as the sticky semen slowly dries. “mmhm, okay…” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck. “sorry for hitting you, hoonie…” 

oh, the slap.

sunghoon pulls back just a fraction to look at his girlfriend, chuckling. he places his hand on your cheek—where he also just slapped, rubbing circle on the apple of your cheek where it’s still slightly pink—”’m sorry for slapping you too, baby,” his lips form a tight line, guilt washing over. “does it hurt?”

you nod. 

“aw, my baby,” sunghoon hugs you tighter—getting a sudden cuteness–agression from how you’re acting now. “let’s get all you washed up okay? and then we’ll only stay home for the next two weeks, for now.” 

with sunghoon not looking at you, tense creases between your brows confusedly. 

that fucking wasn’t a punishment?

synopsis: overhearing your boyfriend talking about you behind your back is a tough way to start date night. now, you’ve got an attitude. and heeseung isn’t having any of it.

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You were halfway down the hall, tugging on an earring as you rushed toward Heeseung’s bedroom. He'd been ready for nearly an hour already, and was likely bouncing his foot impatiently, headset perched on his head as he waited for you to finish up. 

Date night was non-negotiable in this house, and yet you were always somehow running ten minutes late.

You didn’t mean to linger by the door; your earring just was truly stuck, and you had to pause to focus on getting the clasp on right. That’s when the sound caught you—his low voice spilling out from behind the crack of the doorframe. 

“Nah, it’s honestly hard,” He was saying. Sunghoon was on the other end of whatever 2v2 they were playing, though you couldn’t hear his voice. 

He must have laughed, though, because Heeseung went on with a groan. “I’m serious. She takes forever to get ready. It’s like this every time. And she’s so damn stubborn. If I say anything at all she's pissed off.” 

Your hand faltered at the door. 

There was a pause—Sunghoon probably making some stupid joke—and another chuckle. Heeseung’s tone was light, warm, even, but you’d stopped listening for tone. Your face felt hot, his words going straight to your heart. 

“You would not,” Heeseung chided, cursing under his breath at the game. “It drives me crazy. You wouldn’t last a minute.” 

You spun on your heel, red in the face, and disappeared back down the hall. All your excitement, all your confidence, completely shot. Is that really how he talked about you behind your back? Like you were some inconvenience he had to put up with?

It all felt unbelievably stupid now. The little black dress you’d put on just for him, the white socks that cut off at your knees—the ones he once said drove him nuts. Even the heels that dangled in your other hand.

Stupid, you thought to yourself. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so embarrassed.

Behind you, in the room you’d disappeared from, Heeseung leaned back in his chair, exhaling in satisfaction at another victory. 

Sunghoon’s voice came through Heeseung’s headphones. “I’m just saying, you’re not all that just because you’ve got a girlfriend and we don’t. Although, that running late thing—I guess that would piss me off pretty bad.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Heeseung chided, knitting his hands behind his head. “And that’s why she’s mine. None of you losers could make her happy.” He puffed his chest out. “Takes a man to handle all of that.”

“You’re so fucking weird dude. Go take her to dinner. If she’s even ready, that is.” 

“Hey. Don’t talk shit about my girl, bro,” Heeseung said, logging out of his game. 

“What? But you just—”

“Later,” He called, grinning as he pulled his headphones from his head. 

He found you on the couch, finishing up with your heels. They were the ones he’d bought you on a trip you took last year. Cute, black, just enough of a heel to make your legs look irresistibly long, but short enough that he retained his height over you.

"Hey, baby," He said, reaching a hand out to help you up, "You ready to go?"

You glanced at him before standing up, ignoring the gesture. "Yeah," You answered, heading towards the door without another word.

Heeseung’s brow quirked as he watched you pass by.

He could smell a bad mood from a mile away, but what about? He had no idea. He followed you out to the car quietly, noting the way you avoided his gaze and slammed your door.

The drive into the city was tense. Heeseung couldn’t tell what had gone wrong in the time between you asking if he liked the dress you’d picked out—to which he’d answered indisputably and enthusiastically yes—and when you’d left his house together, but something had definitely changed. 

Maybe you were angry that he’d been on a game with Sunghoon while waiting for you. Or perhaps he hadn’t made it quite clear enough how good he thought you looked. He glanced at you in the passenger seat, dolled up to perfection, the prettiest person he’d ever seen in his life, and couldn’t help but notice the way your brows were creased in the middle, or the slight downturn to your lips. 

And you? You were fuming. Stewing silently like a storm that just wouldn’t break. 

You felt off. From the moment you heard Heeseung's comments, everything about the night felt wrong. Your dress felt too tight in some places, too loose in others. Your makeup too much. Your hair too simple.

His words made you feel insecure, which was the worst thing of all. That your boyfriend, the guy who was supposed to make you feel like the most beautiful person in the world, had you second-guessing yourself.

A man, making you doubt yourself. Nothing pissed you off more than that. 

Maybe you did take too long to get ready. Maybe you really were too stubborn, and exhausting to be around. But who was Heeseung to complain? He could spend hours at the mall, dragging you around a single department store until your feet ached. And you never said a word when he was in one of his moods, even when it threw the whole day off.

You never said anything at all. So why did he feel so comfortable complaining about you to his friends?

The question plagued you even through dinner.

You tried to play the good girlfriend. The bright smile, the sugary laugh. And you failed. Miserably. In turn, Heeseung's good mood became just that: a performance.

He leaned back in his chair, watching you with a furrow between his brows. He’d tried—god, he’d tried—to get you to open up. He asked about your day. He complimented how you looked. He even tried to crack a joke or two. Nothing worked.

He caught every dissatisfied glance, every fake smile. Soon, he was glowering at his food, too, all attempts to connect with you falling flat.

Finally, he let out an annoyed huff, stabbing at his food with his fork. "You know, if you didn't want to go out, you should have just said so."

You looked up. "Excuse me?"

"It's obvious you don't want to be here. You're acting like I forced you to come here with me."

"I'm not acting like anything," You mumbled, staring furiously down at your plate. It was pointless. You were no hungrier than you were back at the house, stomach sinking in the hall. 

"Yes, you are," Heeseung insisted. "Did I piss you off, or something?"

"Forget it, Heeseung."

"No, why are you sulking?"

The comment made you bristle. "Maybe I wouldn't be if you didn't make it seem like being around me was such a chore."

He stared at you. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

You clamped your mouth shut, realizing too late that you'd said too much. Heat crawled up your neck. "Nothing."

But the damage was done. His posture shifted, concern turning to straight irritation. "So it is something I did. You've been pissed at me this whole time over... what, exactly?"

You avoided his gaze, trying not to notice the way the table next to you was glancing over. "It doesn't matter," You grumbled.

"There it is again. Forget it. It doesn't matter. Nothing's wrong." He leaned forward, elbows on the table. "You shut me out and expect me not to do anything about it. Do you know how crazy that makes me?"

You raised your brows, letting out a dry laugh. "I seem to be doing that a lot lately."

"Doing what?"

"Driving you crazy," You hissed under your breath, glaring at him.

He sat back, looking you over like you were a puzzle he couldn't figure out. "You're infuriating sometimes, you know that?"

You scoffed. "Got it. Thanks."

"What did I do?" He asked flatly.

"Can we just finish dinner? I don't want to get into this right now."

He let out a laugh. "I don’t believe that. You've been pulling faces all night. And you're crazy if you think I'm not going to do something about the fact that you've been off since we left the house."

You rolled your eyes and his jaw ticked, his food forgotten entirely. There were times when Heeseung loved your attitude—the little scowl you got, the bite behind your words—but this was different. This was petty. And he wasn’t having it.

"I hate it when you do this," He muttered.

"Heeseung."

"What? What am I supposed to do? You won't tell me what's wrong, I can't fix it." He shook his head angrily. "You probably don't even know what you're pissed about."

You slammed your napkin down, earning a look of surprise and confusion. "I want to go," You said, glaring at him.

"What?"

"I want to leave." You couldn't take it. Sitting here, surrounded by couples and families having a great night, while you were working your way towards one of your worst.

His frown deepened. "Are you serious?"

You reached for your purse beneath the table, digging around to find your wallet. Anything to get you out of this restaurant sooner. "Yes, I am. You want me to tell you what I want? I want to go home."

He watched in utter disbelief as you opened your wallet. "What are you doing?"

"I'll pay, let's just go."

"Yeah, that's not happening."

"It doesn't matter, Heeseung, I can—"

“Don’t,” He snapped. The edge in his voice stopped you in your tracks. "I said I'm paying. End of discussion."

You watched furiously as he stood, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. Did he really have to pull the gentleman act? Even when you were in the middle of a fight?

He stepped around the table to find a waiter, leaving you to brew in silence. Guilt and frustration swirled around your mind, turning your stomach to knots. 

This is exactly what he was talking about, you thought dejectedly. Stubborn. Antagonizing. Exhausting. He had painted a picture of you, and in your resentment, you'd brought it to life.

But you were too proud to admit what was bothering you.

That you'd been eavesdropping. That you'd heard what he told his friend, and that you'd let it get to you. Maybe that was what frustrated you most of all.

That you just couldn't let it go.

Heeseung came after a few minutes, face red and jaw clenched. You’d really done it now, trying to pay for your dinner like that. You watched as he pulled his jacket off the back of his chair, ash-blonde hair falling in his eyes as he waited for you to gather your things. 

As you headed for the door, he leaned in, his voice dropping. "Don't ever try and pull shit that again," He mumbled, hand ghosting over your lower back.

He wouldn't touch you, not when you were both this pissed off, but he was still there. Hovering. Like he wouldn't let anyone even look at you the wrong way, no matter how angry he was.

One suffocating car ride home later, and Heeseung was throwing the front door open, light from the street spilling into the dark of the entryway. You trailed behind, his jacket around your shoulders to stave off the early autumn chill that had set in after the sun went down.

It didn't matter that he'd put it around your shoulders when he noticed your crossed arms on the walk back to the car. Or that he was carrying your bag in his hand. You were both still unbelievably pissed.

He turned around as the door closed behind you, his hand on his hips. He looked unreal—dark brows furrowed, shoulders and collarbones exposed in the black tank top he'd worn under the jacket.

If you weren’t so angry you’d have had him half-undressed on the floor already. His neck glinted silver, the chain you'd bought him for your first anniversary resting at the base of his throat.

"Are you gonna talk to me now?" He asked, looking at you expectantly. 

You tugged his jacket tighter around yourself, refusing to meet his eyes. “I told you, I don’t want to talk about it.”

"Yeah, well, I'm not accepting that answer. I'm sick of you shutting me out."

You pursed your lips. "Well, I wouldn't be 'shutting you out' if you didn't make me feel like I'm... annoying you all the time." Your voice faltered and you bit your lip, heat rising up the back of your neck. 

"Annoying me? Where the hell did you get that from?"

"You said it yourself," You fired back. "That I take too long, that I make things difficult."

"When did I say that?”

“You think I’m too much!” You blurted out, your face feeling impossibly hot. 

Heeseung’s expression changed, his frustration giving way to confusion. 

“And it feels like shit,” You continued, throwing his jacket onto the couch, “To find our your boyfriend feels that way.”

He shook his head, his voice infuriatingly even. “You're putting words in my mouth and getting pissed at me for it?”

“I’m not putting words in your mouth,” You scoffed, shoving past him. 

His hand shot out, wrapping around your wrist before you could leave. “Don’t walk away from me,” He snapped. 

A jolt of electricity shot up your arm from where he touched you—sharp with anger and… something else you were too flustered to name. Your eyes shot up furiously, but he cut you off.

"I have never once said that you were too much for me."

“Yes, you did, you said that today on your stupid call with Sunghoon.”

He gaped at you. "Sunghoon?" A look of realization flashed in his eyes. Then, to your outrage, the hint of a smile. Like he was amused. 

You made a face. "See, I knew it. I knew you wouldn't take me seriously.” You tried to pull out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you go.

"What about Sunghoon?" He pressed.

You glared up at him defiantly. "You told him that I was too stubborn. That I'm too difficult—I heard you!"

His expression changed at that. Like he’d finally figured you out. He smirked down at you. "And you've been pissed at me all night because of that?"

You grimaced. "You are such a dick, Heeseung."

You tried to yank away, but he wouldn’t budge. He tightened his grip on your arm, pulling you closer until you were nearly chest-to-chest, his breath tickling your face.

"So this is why you were in such a shit mood all night," He taunted, leaning in. "You can be so fucking difficult sometimes, you know that?”

His voice was sugary smooth, a purr that tingled up the base of your spine. The smell of his cologne wafted around you, amplified by the heat of his temper. 

"Fuck you," You spat back. 

“How long were you gonna stew before you told me what was wrong, huh?”

"Let go of me."

"Is that why you didn't say anything? You didn't want to admit you'd been eavesdropping on my conversation?"

"Let go!" You snarled, shoving your arms into his chest.

There was a moment of struggle, a push and pull between you that had nothing to do with power or dominance. It was about anger. And desire. And the moment the two became indistinguishable. Shoulders bumped, hands shoved, and you both cursed, stumbling back against the wall opposite the door.

Your back hit the wall with a thud and you opened your mouth to cuss him out again, to call him an asshole. But your protests died on your lips as his hands grabbed your hips possessively, his mouth crashing onto yours. 

It wasn’t tender, it was raw and biting. A challenge. A growl sounded in the back of his throat as he bit down on your lip—agitated, desperate, hungry. 

You grabbed his face, digging your fingers into the hair at the back of his neck. He moaned into your mouth, tightening his grip on you. Your stomach flipped.

"You said—" You pulled back, gasping, "—that I was too much."

"I said that you're fucking mine," Heeseung hissed, dragging your hips toward him.

Your knees nearly buckled. 

"Bullshit," You spat. "You think I'm difficult."

He chuckled, his mouth grazing your neck. "I think you're more than difficult."

You gasped as he sucked at your skin harshly. His hand slid up your thigh, goosebumps rising beneath his fingers.

"I think you're stubborn," He said against your throat.

He slid a hand under the hem of your dress.

"Pushy."

His fingers ghosted over your hip. 

"Overdramatic."

He hooked a finger over your underwear, tugging them down your legs. You inhaled sharply as the cool air hit your skin.

He pulled back to look at you, his hand slipping between your legs. "And you drive me fucking insane."

You huffed, glaring through your blush as you gripped his shoulders. "Now you know how it feels."

He pressed his mouth to yours again as he slid two fingers forward. You let out a moan as he gained purchase inside you, his digits teasing out a stuttering breath from behind your lips.

“Can’t believe you ruined our night over this,” He chuckled, watching smugly as your head tilted back. His fingers brushed your sweet spot, earning another soft groan.

“Fuck you,” You breathed, your fingers tangling in his shirt. 

“You really got this worked up over nothing?”

“Nothing? You were shit-talking behind my back,” You gasped, trying to keep from grinding your hips into his hand.

His laugh was low, his other hand sliding up your waist. “Everything I said is true.” His eyes were fixed on your face, catching every tiny shift in your expression as he pumped his fingers inside you. “But you know I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

“Liar,” You bit back, dragging your nails down his torso. 

You pushed him suddenly, shoving him away and wriggling out of his grasp. He let you go with a scoff, watching as you tore off down the hall. 

“Running?” He taunted, following close behind. “That’s a new one.”

“I’m not running,” You shot back, throwing his door open and turning to face him. “I just don’t want to do this in the god damn entryway.”

He was on your tail, smug and overly confident. “Oh, so you do want to do this.”

You glared, but your breath betrayed you, quick and shallow as you stumbled back until the backs of your knees hit the bed. “You’re impossible.”

He caught your wrist before you could fall back onto the mattress, pulling you flush against him once more. “And you’re still mad.”

“Of course, I’m still mad. You think this changes what you said earlier?”

He smirked, brows lifting as he leaned in. “Good. Stay mad. I like you better that way.” 

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into you, working your frustration out against his mouth. It was hard to tell who was pulling and who was pushing, but all that really mattered was that you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. 

You landed against the mattress with a thud as Heeseung shoved you down, following a second later with his body over yours. His chain swung forward, brushing against your nose as he caged you in—an arm on either side, his knee pushing your legs apart. 

“You really think I don’t take you seriously?” He said, dragging his lips across your jaw.

“I think you still haven’t apologized for what you said.” 

He chuckled against your skin. “You don’t even know what you heard.” 

“Oh yeah? How about you explain it to me then?” You challenged, flushing as he grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head. 

He tilted his head as he looked down at you, lips curved. “Nah, I like you like this. All flustered and pissed at me. And I think deep down, you like it, too.” 

“You’re so full of yourself.”

He smiled, kissing his way down your collarbones. “And you love it.”

“I hate it,” You gritted out, arching beneath him. 

He slid his hands down your body, across your stomach and over your hip. “You hate me?” His fingers dug into your waist. “That’s a first.” He taunted, reaching down to pull his belt buckle free.

“Right now? Yeah, I do.” You huffed. A shameless lie. 

You wiggled beneath him, thighs squeezing him on either side. Your lower half was a knot of tension and desire, pulsing through your body every time the back of his hand brushed up against your cunt. 

“I wanna hear you say it,” He egged you on, forcing your legs further apart. 

You stared up at him defiantly, fisting his shirt to yank him down towards you. He opened his mouth willingly, pinning you down with another kiss. He slid his tongue over yours, muttering against your lips. “Say. It.”

“I hate you,” You exhaled. Not because it was true, but because you liked the sound he made in response. How his grip on your wrist tightened and his teeth found your neck. 

He pushed inside you in one fluid motion, a moan scratching the back of his throat. There was a second of hesitation, one moment to adjust to the feeling of you, before he began moving. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t tender. It was hard and fast, a physical manifestation of all his frustration.

“F-fuck,” You gritted, grabbing onto his shoulders. 

“You didn’t hear shit earlier,” He hissed, holding you down. His hips curled upwards, hitting an angle that made you dizzy.

You dug your nails into his skin, for the pain as much as the stability. “But you said—”

“I said no one else is ever gonna make you feel the way I do.” He dragged his hips over yours, pushing your thighs back to get at you even deeper. “I was telling Sunghoon that you’re mine. That the only person who can handle you is me.”

Your stomach fluttered at the feeling of him pushing all the way inside you. His breaths came out ragged, his face flushed. You clenched around him and he groaned. 

“Shit—” He said through his teeth. “You feel so fucking good.” It almost sounded like a complaint. 

Heeseung didn’t stop until you were falling apart beneath him. He curled his hips into yours with purpose, each drag a sick sort of punishment for the grief you’d given him. A feeling so good it hurt. 

You tried to fight back, to keep a level hand and undo him just as much as he was undoing you. But it was no use. He was right: no one could make you feel as good as he did. He did all the right things, so effortless it was like he could’ve done it in his sleep. 

He grabbed a fistful of your hair. You bit down his lip. He wrapped a hand around your throat. You clawed your fingers down his back. He was rough with you and you were rough right back, dragging your tongue over the bites you’d left in his skin. His shoulders red with angry scratches, his throat covered in teeth marks. 

It didn’t take long for you to come undone. Your legs trembled, fingers curling against his chest as you tried to fight the high building in your stomach. You clamped your mouth shut, trying, with all your might, not to give him what he wanted. 

But Heeseung had your body memorized. He knew what the twitch in your hips meant. Knew what happened after your breath started catching like that. He wrapped an arm beneath you as he kissed you, teasing your lips open with his tongue. 

You couldn’t help the moans that poured into his mouth, or the way you pulled him in closer. He drank in your sounds with smug satisfaction, his fingers wrapped white-knuckled around your waist. 

When you began grinding up against him, he knew he’d won. He rocked his hips into yours and smirked, reaching down to play with your clit. 

“Heeseung,” You cried, “It’s too—fuck, it’s too much, I can’t—” 

“Yes you can,” He purred into your neck, licking a long stripe from your shoulder to the base of your ear. “Come on, pretty girl. This is what you wanted, right?” 

You moaned, hips stuttering against his hand. 

“That’s it. Show me how pissed I made you.”

“Fuck. You.” You ground your teeth, breaking open with a helpless moan as you came around him. 

“Shit," He hissed. 

You were clenching too tight around him, sucking him in until he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He pushed into you again, twitching as his stomach coiled and snapped, all his restraint coming apart inside you. 

He moaned furiously into your mouth, fucking you through his come down. He kept you pinned down, chest-to-chest, bodies pressed together like you were made for each other. 

“Next time,” He said, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “Let’s skip the argument and get straight here, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes. “There better not be a next time.”

Today was the night , the night you and your lovely , caring boyfriend were going to try and have sex again. Yes , again. The two of you had been dating for around 4 months , having promised to each other to take things slow — that already failed within the first month when just kissing turned into a heated make out session . Your boyfriend was just too irresistible and his kisses always had you yearning for more , plus , he was a very good kisser. You soon figured out that he wasn't only good with kissing your upper lips , but your other lips too.

Yes , again , the two of you had promised to take things slow — but some promises were just meant to be broken. Around the second month mark , the two of you decided to slowly explore each other's bodies to see what the other likes and doesn't like — in the sexual aspect , now he knows your body like the back of his hand.

But there was one promise the two of you stayed to without breaking it — having sex together when the both of you were ready for it and wanted it. You were ready and so was he , he just forgot how much smaller you were than him and so did you — you were barely able to handle two of his fingers at once when he fingered you for the first time :(

You've tried once , twice, even thrice — but it never worked whenever he tried to put his cock past your tight hole , the furthest he had managed to go was the tip of his cock barely inside you.

"Are you sure Princess ? We can try another time , I can just eat you out again if you want ?", the palm of his hand was warm against your cheek as he gently caressed it , his eyes focused on your face instead of your pussy that was hovering right above his cock. It was one of those times again where the two of you tried to have sex , try to fit his cock inside of your tight little pussy — you were starting to get frustrated , you really wanted him , no , you needed him.

So , you've decided to try and be on top. "No.. I want to try again...", you mumbled under your breath as you grabbed the base of his cock , his eyes closing upon feeling your touch on it before he opened them again to look at you , his eyes studying the expression on your face — you were so frustrated that your eyebrows were furrowed , lips formed in a little pout. Your boyfriend didn't spend at least an hour stretching your pussy out with his fingers and making you cum a couple times with his tongue just for it to not work again.

You lowered your hips a little until the head of his cock was pressing against your entrance , rubbing the tip between your sticky folds to lubricate his latex covered cock with your arousal before you took a deep breath and pressed his tip against your entrance. You bit your bottom lip slightly as the small burn started to make its appearance , the head of his cock slowly stretching your hole as it pushed inside of you. The stretch was bearable and the pain hadn't hit you yet so you kept going until the head of his cock has disappeared inside of you.

Riki's eyes were watching you like a hawk , his breath hitching when he saw the tip of his cock slowly go inside of your tight heat. Your hands rested on his chest now to brace yourself as you continued to lower yourself down , a quiet wince out of pain leaving your lips as the stretch was starting to burn and sting the more you took of him.

"Almost there Princess... you got half of me inside you..", Riki encouraged as he put his hands on top of yours , rubbing his thumbs into the back of your hands gently. And you kept going , your nails scratching his chest slightly as you finally bottomed out , a whimper coming from you as you felt just how deep he was pressing inside of you. "You did it Angel... did such a good job for me", Riki mumbled as he gently grabbed the back of your head and pulled your head down to him so he could kiss your forehead gently."It's so... big...", you breathed out , your voice breathless and trembling as your words came out as a whisper.

His other hand grabbed your waist just to hold you , slowly caressing from your waist to your stomach which made him pause in his tracks. You didn't pay much attention to it and slowly started to move your hips as you got used to the stinging pain that slowly started to feel good the more you moved — rolling your hips back and forth before you leaned over and placed your hands next to his head as you slowly started to lift your hips up and down.

Your movements confirmed what he was feeling , the low moan of a curse vibrating in his chest. "Fuck... angel , I can feel myself inside you whenever you move... I'm all the way up to your stomach", his words made you pause and move back , hands resting on top of his thighs so you could take a look at your belly and there it was — the subtle bulge showing through your belly and fuck , it was just making you wetter and feel more aroused , the feeling of arousal was mutual for Riki. He had to collect all the self restraint in his body to not slam your hips up and down just to see his own fucking cock move inside of you.

"Fuck.... cover my eyes , If I'll keep watching you ride my cock like you own it and watch myself move inside of you , I'll cum too early."