#andteam

⟢ dirty secrets by @prkhaven ⋮ wc 28.2k ♯ smut, sister’s boyfriend!jake, inexperienced reader, forbidden love

⟢ sweet like candy by @bambiihee ⋮ wc 4k ♯ smut, friends to lovers, roommates, virgin!reader, experienced!jake

⟢ i don't wanna be just friends by @heejamas ⋮ wc 28k ♯ smut, friends to lovers, college au, pet play, extreme horniness

⟢ responsible guy by @heejamas ⋮ wc 13k ♯ smut, office au, coworkers to lovers, romcom, daddy kink

⟢ complementary pt.1 + pt.2 by @heegyukeluv ⋮ wc 27k + 13k ♯ smut, brother's best friend, tutor!jake

⟢ jake teasing reader by @jakeyswifeblog ⋮ wc ??k ♯ smut, brat tamer!jake, just pure smut

⟢ call me when you hate me less by @jaylaxies ⋮ wc 18.3k ♯ smut, angst, rich footballer jake, tutor!reader

⟢ chemistry pt.1 + pt.2 + pt.3 + ? by @starryjake ⋮ wc 11.5k + 6K + 4.8k ♯ smut, best friend's ex!jake, toxicity, angsty

⟢ clueless by @jaysbaefie ⋮ wc 11.7k ♯ smut, best friends to lovers, hard dom!jake, oblivious reader

⟢ procrastination killer by @p2nyoreo ⋮ wc 3.6k ♯ smut, studdy buddies, sexy messy sex idk

⟢ the bet by @arlyxn ⋮ wc 16.8k ♯ smut, angsty, fluffy, inexperienced!reader x experienced!jake

sunghoon

⟢ inch by inch by @intromortal ⋮ wc 23.6k ♯ smut, brat tamer bick dick!sunghoon, overstimulation

niki

⟢ the neighbour and his cat by @enjakey ⋮ wc ??k ♯ smut, neighbours to lovers, niki has a kitty, very yummy couch scene

⟢ fuckboy!niki pt.1 + pt.2 by @enhani-ki ⋮ wc ??k ♯ smut, fuck boy niki tries to win you over

⟢ beg for it by @bimbobarbie4life ⋮ wc 7.6k ♯ smut, popular!reader x nerd!niki, mean dom!niki, tutoring, humiliation

⟢ student council president by @arlyxn ⋮ wc 10.9k ♯ smut, enemies to lovers, mean dom!niki, control and jealousy

·˚&TEAM

kei

⟢ neighbors by @starryjake ⋮ wc ??k ♯ smut, neighbours to lovers, divorced dilf!kei, daddy kink, honestly the only fic ever

⟢ break room by @starryjake ⋮ wc 8k ♯ smut, office au, cheating, coworkers to lovers

nicholas

⟢ intrigued and indulged by @nteamxdoor ⋮ wc 8.8k ♯ smut, strangers to lovers, bad boy!nicholas, college au

⟢ got your nails in my back by @wangweno ⋮ wc ??k ♯ smut, alpha werewolf!nicholas, knotting, sex in the forest

⟢ let us help by @pineappleonmyburger ⋮ wc 4.6k ♯ smut, nichojoo threesome, bsf euijoo and friend nicholas

⟢ chew toy by @iclimbjungwon ⋮ wc 1.6k ♯ smut, daddy kink, oral fixation

⟢ like a drug by @subbyrua ⋮ wc 4.3k ♯ smut, fuck boy!nicho, angst, comfort, good ending

⟢ body like gossip by @ikeukiss ⋮ wc 7k ♯ smut, frat boy!nicholas, angsty, situationship to lovers

⟢ tails the gangsta by @st4rstudd3d ⋮ wc 1.5k ♯ smut, wolf hybrid!nicholas, breeding, knotting and...piss...

⟢ spin the bottle by @starryjake ⋮ wc 5k ♯ smut, nichojoo threesome, bf!euijoo, mxm content

⟢ my moon, my man by @minhosimthings ⋮ wc 15k ♯ smut, princess!reader, knight!nicholas, themes of war, virginity loss

euijoo

⟢ needy by @lunegenic ⋮ wc 3k ♯ smut, established relationship, , needy!euijoo kitchen sex

⟢ just the two of us by @crdteezv ⋮ wc 4.3k ♯ smut, husband!euijoo, teasing

⟢ not like that by @joojeans ⋮ wc 14k ♯ smut, university au, dubcon, reader is hard to get

⟢ after party by @shyxcherry ⋮ wc 3k ♯ smut, frat boy!euijoo, established relationship, jealousy, slightly toxic euijjoo

⟢ poor girl by @starryjake ⋮ wc ??k ♯ smut, sick reader, praising, finger sucking

⟢ let us help by @pineappleonmyburger ⋮ wc 4.6k ♯ smut, nichojoo threesome, bsf euijoo and friend nicholas

⟢ spin the bottle by @starryjake ⋮ wc 5k ♯ smut, nichojoo threesome, bf!euijoo, mxm content

maki

⟢ naughty nights for niceness by @danisofair ⋮ wc 2.8k ♯ smut, hard dom maki, bratty!reader

⟢ fighter by @lunegenic ⋮ wc 4k ♯ smut, major flirt!maki, boxing, car sex

·˚RIIZE

shotaro

⟢ pretty girl discount by @01zfan ⋮ wc 4.9k ♯ smut, plug!shotaro, backshots

⟢ a simple favor by @abriizeyday ⋮ wc ?? ♯ smut, handyman!shotaro, neighbours, possible switch!shotaro?

anton

⟢ always yours by @imsosoheee ⋮ wc 4.8k ♯ smut, long distance bf!anton, angst, emotional make up sex

·˚TXT

soobin

⟢ distraction by @calumcxke ⋮ wc 9.1k ♯ smut, best friends to lovers, reader is scared of thunder, rough comfort sex

⟢ midnight spirit by @filmsbyun ⋮ wc 17k ♯ smut, strangers to lovers, festival guide!soobin, mutual pining, lantern festival

⟢ chapter seven by @monoceros-in-ink ⋮ wc 10k ♯ smut, puppy hybrid!reader, heat, overstimulation, cum play

⟢ dream team? more like cream team by @st4rstudd3d ⋮ wc 1k ♯ smut, best friends to lovers, confession, dry humping, cumming in pants

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) these were just some fics i have saved in my notes app lol :p i will keep updating this list! i couldn't include everything since i can't find some users anymore sadly :( i will soon add recs for james as well! keep coming back to see my updates if you wanna :3

you might have pushed him too far this time.

euijoo is usually a professional at brushing off the jokes you make about his arguably less than impressive sex life. and by that, youre not even sure it exists at all. you've been friends for years, but you have never heard him brag about an "eventful" night, even when you've done more than your fair share of explicit storytimes. he's always a listening ear, no matter how red hearing your encounters makes the top of his.

when you'd went on vacation together in the past, the two of you have to spend a week apart afterward just to preserve the friendship you've crafted. you're just so annoying. but he loves it, way more than he'd care to admit. you once spent a week on a woodland retreat, traveling sun up to sun down with a group of very dedicated hikers. up hill. down hill. even sideways on the hill, like goats.

"can you please shut the hell up about bigfoot?" euijoo had yelled over his shoulder on the last day of the trip. you had to shamefully lower your hand and relax your shocked face, having just claimed your ninth bigfoot sighting of the week. the entire group turned to look at you, and euijoo didnt speak the rest of the hike. he made you food over your campfire, though, while you were cramming a quick nap before the final evening hike. your calves hurt more than your relationship, thankfully.

when you went anywhere, you found a bit to commit to for the duration of the trip and waited to see how long it would take euijoo to break. the first day of a trip was always the most fun, the two of you in a new place. you love his smile, and he was always painfully enthusiastic within 24 hours of the plane landing or the hotel door clicking closed. he would drag you to all the destinations you'd marked on the map with his digital camera slipped into his pocket. around the fourth day, however, he was drained. and after the fifth, he began to huff, cast irritated glances your way, and, occasionally, ask if you knew how to be quiet. from the sixth day on, you were playing with fire.

this time, you and euijoo had decided on a beach holiday. you've never been anywhere actually relaxing together, usually opting for near death or financially detrimental experiences. you thought it might be fun to lay around on a towel reading shitty romance, build sand castles, get sun poisoning- the works. so, you booked a room at a beachfront resort, adults only and all inclusive with a full breakfast bar. and you decided what bit you'd be fully committing to, even before you arrived at the hotel:

you were gonna get euijoo laid.

it would be just like love island, you thought. or assumed, since you've never actually seen it. but your best friend, who is by and large considered handsome, would be surrounded by gorgeous adult women in tiny bikinis, gleaming under stark sunlight all day long, lingering by the bar desperate for a drink that euijoo could definitely order for them. you'd even tell him what drinks girls like, in a grossly stereotyping sense.

you considered it a favor. he had a girlfriend once, when the two of you first met. you'd had some classes with her at your university but met euijoo by completely unrelated circumstance. you had taken his drink at a local cafe by accident, despite his name being written on the side of the cup in thick black marker.

"wait, your name is euijoo?" you had stared at him with wide eyes. he could only nod, face blank, as you lied to him through your teeth, "my name is euijoo, too. small world, huh?"

euijoo was hooked on you ever since, spending so much time with you at arcades and poetry readings and movie nights that his girlfriend called it quits. you became close incredibly fast. it was so easy to forget about time with him, though. the years went by so quickly, only slowing down the one week a year you isolated yourselves together and you pushed him to emotional limits he didnt even know he had.

the resort was fancy but not flashy, which was good since neither of you really looked like you belonged there. euijoo had a stupid floppy hat on, and you had forgotten to take off your sunglasses inside, the giant lenses eclipsing your entire face. the hotel receptionist was visibly reluctant to hand over your room key as if the two of you were obviously responsible adults capable of maintaining order in her establishment. when she finally handed it over to euijoo, he flashed her a genuine smile that moved his cheeks and all.

"she was cute," you said as euijoo yanked his suitcase over the elevator floor gap. you pressed your floor number, feeling his confused stare chiseling into the side of your face. she was cute, round hazel eyes and freckled cheeks. she had a friendly face, just like him.

euijoo shifted on his feet, "do you, uh, want her number? i can go back and get it for you."

he moved to press the lobby button, and you swatted his hand away. as he hissed, shaking his barely burning wrist, you insisted, "no, dumbass, for you. shes cute for you."

"for me?" his eyebrows turned up in the middle, furrowing like you'd just told him he won a raffle he never entered. his lips parted slightly, one long finger pointed into his chest.

and he kept this act up for days, playing dumb every time you tried to get him to ask someone out. "juju, she's hot," was met with, "well, the sun is out." every "you should offer her a drink" warranted an "alcohol speeds up dehydration." he was such a fucking gentleman. it made you sick.

at one point, you purposefully sat in a lounge chair on the very end of the row at the hotel pool, leaving euijoo to sit in the one between you and a very, very attractive lady. even you considered testing the waters if he ended up tanking his chances.

"hi, hi. sorry to bother you," you had sat up after twenty minutes of brainstorming and sunbathing, leaning over euijoo to get into the woman's hearing range. he audibly gulped, suddenly aware of what angle you were playing. he caught on pretty quickly. you lifted a hand just as she turned to face you and stuck it right in euijoo's hair, ruffling it, "my friend here thinks youre very beautiful. isnt that right, euijoo?"

"hm, what?" he sat up quickly from his relaxed pose on the lounger, swiping your hand from his head and shooting you a sideways glance. the woman peered at him from behind her sunglasses, watching as he searched for a response to your question, his mouth opening and closing, opening and closing until he landed on, "oh, yes! i said your hair was beautiful. its, uh, very... healthy. yeah, great hair."

he then gave her the saddest thumbs up you've ever seen, crooked and weary, and stood up from his seat, pattering away on the wet concrete. the woman watched him the whole way back to the hotel entrance, combing an absent hand through her loose, healthy curls. you sighed, "i guess i misheard him. you are beautiful, though."

"what exactly are you trying to do?" euijoo was sitting, slouched over on the edge of his bed when you returned a couple hours later. he had changed from his swim shorts and tank top into something more casual, comfy. you only noticed because you'd bought him that tshirt for his birthday last year.

"nice shirt," you laughed as you hopped up onto the edge of your own mattress parallel to him, letting your legs dangle in the space between you. he lifted his gaze from the floor to your face, dark brown eyes scanning for something you werent quite aware of. euijoo didnt smile, and you felt yourself grow sharp under his watch, "whats up with you? why are you being weird?"

"im being weird?" he breathed a laugh this time, tilting his head at you in a way that had his tousled hair swiping over his eyes. he flicked it away, absentmindedly, "interesting, since all youve done this week is try to hook me up with strangers. is that not weird to you?"

you were speechless, opening your mouth only for nothing to come out. it was day four, but you'd never pushed him this far. and it was entirely unintentional. you knew he hated the bigfoot jokes. you knew he hated when you made him do the same pose at every tourist attraction. you knew he hated your collection of tacky shot glasses you just had to buy at every souvenir shop. but this- he had never acknowledged your behavior in this way.

"is it weird for me to want my best friend to have a little fun?" you asked, gauging his reaction, which- spoiler- was not positive.

"im trying to have fun," he stressed, crossing his arms and sliding off the bed to stand, "with you. on our vacation. but you keep trying to pawn me off!"

"euijoo, i just swear to god youve not had sex with anybody in like five years. cant you, like, die from that? did i make that up?" you rubbed your eyes in thought. when you opened them, everything was blurred but the annoyance on euijoos face. like youd crossed a boundary you didnt know hed set. he scoffed, shaking his head. you added, "i thought i was helping!"

there was a beat of silence, thick and palpable.

"i just wanted to be with you," he sighed, sitting on the bed again but on the opposite side, his back facing you. you saw him take a deep breath before laying down, stretching out over the length of the bed. he mumbled, "just forget it."

you swallowed the lump in your throat and stretched out, too, on your own bed. you curled into your side, watching his chest rise and fall. his eyes fluttered closed, but you knew he wasnt sleeping. you let the silence dissipate, the air conditioning unit in the corner rumbling as the crisp air blows through the curtains.

"uh," you cleared your throat after what felt like hours of silence but you knew was closer to twenty minutes, "we have that, um, scuba lesson in a bit... that we did pay for. just by the way."

the scuba lesson seemed like a great way to get your "experience" fill for this trip, and euijoo had always talked about wanting to explore the reef or swim with dolphins. the passes werent that expensive on their own, but you'd pre-rented the gear.

euijoo didnt turn his head to look at you and, instead, just spoke to the ceiling like he didnt care if you heard it or not. "go without me," he said, "you'll just try to set me up with the instructor, anyway."

you were able to refund the rental fee for the gear, but you wished you'd have just refunded the whole lesson. floating around in spandex was a lot less fun alone, you'd realized. the whole lesson was weirdly intimate without euijoo there, just you and the instructor, who wasnt even hot. you wondered whether to tell euijoo that detail or just leave it alone. you wondered whether to tell him anything at all.

he didnt give you much of a choice, though. when you got back, he was no longer on his bed. or in the room. it was like he was never there save for the open suitcase kicked under a table, his comfy clothes from earlier strung haphazardly over the edge of the case.

you were thankful that you had upgraded your room when you booked, specifically for the two beds and larger bathroom. too many times had the two of you crammed into one bed or taken a piss while the other was brushing their teeth. the other benefit of the upgraded room: private access to a courtyard shared among the four private suites in your wing, which included a small pool, lawn games like giant chess, a self-serve bar, and a hot tub.

now, you're looking through the slatted blinds on your room's patio door, scouring the dimly lit courtyard for any sign of him. of course, the sun has set since you returned from your suddenly personal scuba lesson. the dew cast a fog on the glass panes, additional clouds growing and dissolving from your breath as you press your forehead to the door. in the corner of the yard, you see a faint glow, pulsating in the dimming twilight.

when you approach the hot tub, euijoo looks tranquil, almost blissful. his head is tipped back, eyes sewn shut as the water laps at his bare torso. the waves from the jets cast swirling reflections on his skin, everywhere. you're almost close enough to step into the water when you hesitate, stopping, considering leaving him alone and just going to bed. his eyes open, but hes not shocked to see you. he doesnt even jump, just pulls his lips into a small smile.

"come on in," euijoo nods to the space across from him, watching your every move. despite his kindness, you cant help but feel like he's analyzing you, waiting for you to say something stupid again. "how was diving?"

"humiliating," you sigh as you sink into the water. euijoos head is tipped down, chin tucked and watching you from under heavy lids. you can't deny how cold the water feels on your skin, unfamiliar warmth dancing up your arms, your chest. your neck. "i mean, i was a pro, as you can imagine. but the whole thing was... lonely."

euijoo hums to suppress a laugh. he does this often, not wanting to encourage your antics, but you can always see the little glint of humor in his eyes. usually, the smile would break loose. he'd let a laugh loose and pretend it never happened. but now, hes bittersweet, regretful. he takes a deep breath.

"i should've went with you," he says, stopping to chew at the inside of his cheek, "i was being a dick."

"yeah," you deadpan, and he looks at you with sorrowful eyes before you kick your leg up out of the water, splashing him. his hands come up defensively to shield his face, water running down his forearms. he laughs, flipping his hand over the surface to send a spray of water toward you, instead. you continue, "but so was i. i shouldn't have assumed you were interested in sex."

euijoo smiles, softly, at your attempt at an apology. that might be the best he's gonna get, and he can't stay mad at you for long. he opens up his arms, nodding his head to the side, "come here."

and as you scoot along the edge of the hot tub, you can see just how flushed his face is from the heat. droplets of water cascade down his cheek, dripping from his jaw. his shoulders glisten with a sheen of sweat, but his skin is cold when you rest your cheek on it. euijoo wraps his arm around the side of your neck, pulling you close. it should be disgustingly sticky, but it isnt. it's nice.

it's too nice, too comfortable. you'd even call it perfect, the fit of his arm over your shoulder, his skin against yours. euijoo's chest rises and falls in your periphery, the swelling of his lungs matching the ever choppy bubbling of the water. he grows rigid against you, shifting in his seat on the hot tub's bench.

suddenly, euijoo pulls his arm from around you. he folds his arms firmly over his chest, sighing deeply before clearing his throat. you retreat from your position, uncurling from his side and turning in your seat to face him. your brows furrow, "whats up with you all the sudden?"

euijoo's eyes scan everywhere but your face, finding something interesting on the side of the hotel wall, maybe a curtain blowing in a window seven floors above. he sputters out a tragedy of an excuse, "you're- its the, um, the..." he shrugs, performatively wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, "hot tub. its... so hot."

"oh, are you okay? do you need some water?" you reach out to feel his forehead, too, but he swats your hand away, shifting his body away from you.

"no!" his eyes widen, "i mean, yes, im okay. no on the water. just-"

"well, do you want to get out? we can watch a movie or something?"

"no," slower, after a visible gulp, euijoo says, "i cant."

you can barely hear him over the turbulent waves. the water around you gurgles over itself, sloshing out of the jets on your back and on the floor. columns of water billow up, wafting the burning scent of chlorine into the air. he cant? why wouldn't he be able to watch a movie with you? does he suddenly hate movies?

then, it clicks.

you reach behind his head, and, with a quick tap of a button on the tub's control panel, disable the jets altogether. the water goes still, leftover bubbles disappearing with a soft fizz. it's unnaturally quiet without the roar of the water pump or the disrupting slosh of waves on the plastic siding. theres nothing but the sound of euijoo's heart beating out of his chest and the choked gasp that leaves his mouth once he realizes what youve done.

"no fucking way," you mutter, half astonished and half teetering on a feeling you've been too scared to acknowledge for a long time, "byun euijoo, are you seriously hard right now?"

he rears his arm back and presses every button on the tub's control panel in search of the magic switch to turn the jets on and, hopefully, make everything stop. as soon as he presses it, you press it again. he presses it. you press it. back and forth and back and forth until he buries his face in his hand and groans, "please, just go inside. forget everything. forget about me. let me die here."

"don't be embarrassed, juju," you laugh, gently grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands away from his flushed face. as you lower them to the water, his eyes never leave the place where your fingers wrap around his. his expression is a mix of confusion and humiliation, chased by a rush of curiosity at your tender reaction. "i could go away. i could just go to bed."

youre sure he can see the ideas bounding in your head, bouncing from one side of your skull to the other and skipping all the zones in your brain that would tell you that this is a bad idea. its situations like these that should exist only as hypotheticals, like a fever dream just as its about to break. or a one-time daydream scenario after a hangout where he looked a little too good. maybe he wore that sweater you liked, let his jeans hang a little too low on his hips. but you had gotten very good at separating your feelings from the reality that euijoo is your best friend and could never be anything more. at least, he never showed it. not until now, having skipped all the casual flirting or cheesy pickup lines and went straight to business. straight to driving you crazy all week with his perfect, sunkissed skin and slender fingers massaging sunscreen along your spine, working lower and lower, dipping under your swimsuit bottoms just in case.

"or," you guide his wrist until his hand is cupping the side of your neck, his damp fingers instinctively threading into your hair behind your ear. you whisper, "or, i could stay."

his touch is gentle, like hes afraid he'll do something he'll regret. you're scared, too, but you inhale, chlorine rushing to your head. when you exhale, you bring your own palm and place it over his, encouraging him to please touch you. you continue, "you know, i think i understand why you didnt care about the receptionist, or that woman at the pool, or at the bar."

euijoo hums, finally heeding your silent plea and sinking his fingers deeper into your hair. he tilts your head gently as you speak, following the movement with his own head, mirroring you. his lips part, only slightly and only once youre done speaking. "you do?"

"mhm," you let him puppeteer you, letting the weight of your head fall into his firm grasp as he cranes your neck backward, exposing the front of your throat, and then back to the side, swiping his thumb under your jaw, "but i wanna hear you say it. wanna know for sure."

euijoo whines, softly, and you feel it go right to your stomach, heat pooling in your veins. you clench your thighs together, absentmindedly, as he swallows the rest of whatever sounds were threatening to spill from his mouth. you feel his hand shaking against your neck, and you reach up again to hold him, steady him. you move your other hand under the water in search of his free hand, pulling it closer to rest on your thigh. euijoo squeezes your leg, just once, and releases a shaky breath, "they're not you."

euijoo sucks a sharp breath in through his teeth as you lean further into his hold and press your lips to the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. you feel on fire as you dart your tongue out, running it along the ridges of his veins. he tastes like chemicals and sweat but somehow sweet, like burning citrus.

"fuck, they're not you," he whispers to himself, fingers dragging, tentatively, up your thigh, "would you... would you like it if i kissed you?"

you pull your lips away from his hand just to laugh, quietly. you feel bad for the reaction, but he's just so desperate, nervous. your body moves before your mouth can, suddenly draping your legs over either side of his hips, his fingertips still digging into the flesh of your thigh. you keep yourself planted in the middle of his lap, careful to distance your core from where he obviously wants you.

you hover your lips over his, and its clear to you that euijoo is not breathing. his eyes are blown wide with an emotion you cant decipher as excitement or disbelief, and his chest is frozen in a perpetual inhale. as you speak, your bottom lip grazes his, "there's really only one way to find out, hm?"

the first kiss is curious, hesitant, as euijoo closes the short gap between you. his lips are plush, just as you expected and more. he brings his other hand from your thigh to the other side of your face, cupping it softly, and sighs into you. the trickle of water from his fingers that trails down your neck sends a chill through your body that completely contradicts the heat you feel from the water, from him. as he pulls away, you tug his bottom lip between your teeth, tethering the two of you together for just a second longer. euijoo whimpers, and you drink it all up as you release him from your teeth. you cant tell if his face is flush from the heat or embarrassment, growing shy under you in every aspect, physically and under your intense gaze that scans every crease and corner of his face. he smiles as you land on his eyes. you comb your hand through his hair, smoothing it away from his face the way you like it.

the second kiss is more of everything, swallowing his smile and his sounds. your mouths work purposefully against each other, as if to memorize the exact way his lips fit into you. its a deliberate exploration, teeth nipping, tongues melding and soothing. all while his hands slide, slowly, from your face down your body. euijoo's fingers ghost under your ribs, squeezing your hips in a silent encouragement. your fingers snake around his neck, tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck.

"you're driving me fucking crazy," euijoo mumbles against your lips, digging his fingernails into the skin of your hips, "all ive ever wanted."

his confession strikes you, humming against him in acknowledgement. you dont know if you can ever stop kissing him, which, coincidentally, is the same reason you had avoided trying before. your friend group had played their fair share of party games, which almost always ended with then drunkenly pushing you and euijoo toward each other while shouting, "kiss! kiss! kiss!" but you'd laughed it off thinking euijoo would never want risk your friendship for something as childish as spin the bottle.

if you had known you'd be in his lap in a public hot tub sucking on his tongue, maybe you'd have tried it a bit sooner.

you involuntarily rock your hips forward, body in search of some friction, and when you brush against the bulge in his swim shorts, euijoo groans into your mouth, body jerking in surprise. you hum against his lips, gauging him. euijoo pulls you forward again, hands snaking from your hips around to your ass. you always admired his delicate hands, but now youre wondering just how rough he could be with them as you roll your hips one more time against him.

"fuck," you rest your forehead against his as his straining cock nudges your clothed clit, the muted friction building, "have you had a big dick this whole time and didnt tell me?"

"have you- shit- ever been s-serious a day in your life?" euijoo chokes out, balancing the sweetest smile and the most intense crease in his brow. you're only teasing him, but it's not much of a joke. earlier, the bubbles and the dim lighting of the courtyard and the optical illusion that is water only barely revealed his predicament to you. you couldn't really see it. but, now, you can feel it. long and slender and trapped.

"i wanna touch you," you confess, flicking your gaze from his face to the space where the two of you meet, watching his pupils blow, watching his hips jerk in anticipation, "would you like that, juju?"

if he wasnt completely at your mercy, a puddle beneath you, he would have definitely flipped you off for turning his own question against him. instead, euijoo just nods, hastily. like you'll change your mind about him. he nods, eagerly. like he's been waiting to let you have him.

you hook your fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough for his cock to bob free under the water. euijoo moans under his breath at the lack of restraint, but he yelps as you wrap your fingers around the base of it, squeezing gently, experimentally. euijoo screws his eyes shut, throwing his head back as you drag your hand all the way up his throbbing shaft, babbling curses and your name like you're killing him. he opens his eyes only to look around, checking the windows and doors of the other suites near you.

"scared of getting caught?" you twist your hand, sinking it back down along his velvet, honey veined skin before moving to press directly on the angry, pink head. euijoo whines, bucking up into your hand and biting the back of his hand to muffle his cries. you smooth over the tip with your thumb, "you dont want anyone to see how good you're being for me? or hear how pretty you sound, juju?"

you pull his hand away from his mouth with your free hand, "let them hear. tell them how good it feels, baby."

you increase your pace. euijoos eyes focus on the rippling water where your arm works him under the surface, your grip firm and natural like your hand was designed for him, like you were. his jaw is slack with pleasure, shivers sliding over his body every time you slow your movements, rocking your hips on his leg in a similar rhythm. he groans, "feels so good. s-so fucking good."

youd be lying if said you weren't the most turned on you've ever been in your life. every movement of your wrist disturbs the water, as well as the sloshing of the water between your torsos as you grind yourself onto his thigh. youre chasing your own high, although priority number one is to see what sounds euijoo makes when he comes. in your wettest dreams, he was a heavy breather, but you realize now that your mind could not have conjured his sweet mixture of sinful mewls, husky groans, and breathy moans. and thats only what he has let you hear, still holding himself back for the sake of privacy. you'd hate to be seen, to have an outsider ruin this perfect moment. at the same time, however, the thrill of being caught tempts you to draw this out as long as possible.

"im gonna come," euijoo pants under you as you attach your lips to the column of his exposed throat, savoring the chlorinated citrus flavor of his skin, "fuck- i dont wanna come in the water. thats so gross."

you worked your lips up to his ear, slowing your wrist and nipping at his earlobe with your teeth. you whisper, "then come inside me, euijoo."

when you pull back, he's scanning your face for a semblance of humor, as if it were a joke. but you've never been more serious. this is the first time, probably ever, that you've been completely serious on a trip with him. you nod, just to reassure him as you continue ferociously milking his cock, pumping him.

"god, okay, okay," he gives in, breathless. his hair has fallen back into his face, obscuring your sight of his full pupils and glassy eyes, "i'd love to come inside of you. cant believe im even saying that- fuck."

you watch him, even more carefully now. he's beautiful in a way you've noticed before but struggled to put into words. you're sure he has ruined you for everyone else as you study the pulsing vein in his neck and the bobbing lump in his throat. just as his whines get shorter, breathing ragged and hoarse, you inch your throbbing core closer to his cock. you move your swimsuit bottoms out of the way and nudge your entrace with his tip. euijoo releases his hold on your hips so as to not slam you down and fuck you senseless, letting you control the moment, go at your pace. unfortunately for him. instead, he connects your lips in a tender kiss, licking into your mouth and stifling your moans.

the stretch is welcome, eagerly anticipated. but the water perpetuates a burning friction as you suck him in. you sigh into him as you feel the tip of him drag all along your walls. you clench, adjusting to his length as you steady yourself on his shoulders.

"ah-" euijoo gasps into your mouth, breaking free from the kiss and burying his face in your neck. he rests his forehead on your shoulder as his body tenses, snaking his arms around your waist, "coming. fuck, i-im-"

the warmth spreads low inside of you as he releases, burning white ropes plugged deep by his twitching, spent cock. euijoo comes with a silent, choked groan, followed by a sweet series of high-pitched, exasperated whimpers. you coax every sound you can from him, clenching around him, rolling your hips, and dragging your nails down his back. you allow him to just exist for a moment, connected to you in every way. his arms are still wrapped tightly around your waist, hands splayed over the expanse of your back. his heavy breathing fans over your chest, hot and slowing. his dick is still buried inside of you, now soft.

"euijoo," you say, stroking the back of his hair, "can you look at me, please?"

"not yet," he mumbles into your skin, "i'm thinking."

"thinking?" you roll the word around in your mouth a few times, walking your fingers up and down his spine, "did i fuck some sense into you?"

euijoo laughs, this time aloud. his shoulders rack under your touch. you cant help but smile as he sits up, finally, and leans back against the side of the hot tub, "wow. im literally still inside of you and you've managed to insult me. thats gotta be a new record."

youre going to see this every time you close your eyes: euijoo, fucked out and glowing, with faint bruises and pink marks up the column of his throat. you dont even care that youre staring. evidently, you didn't offend him too much, since you feel his cock begin to grow hard inside of you again. he likes it, you realize.

euijoo draws you closer, connecting your lips for one final and chaste kiss. his plump, swollen lips turn up in a smile against you. but when you pull away, he looks perplexed, like he's just remembered something. "really quick, then we can go in."

"okay," you shift uncomfortably on his lap, anxiously awaiting what could be literally anything. it's difficult to tell with euijoo. this could be anything from a sex critique to an addition to tomorrow's vacation initerary, "im all ears."

"earlier," euijoo starts, innocently scanning your face, "you said that you were sorry for playing matchmaker because you didnt know i 'wasnt interested in sex.' and, well, i just-"

"nope," you stand up from your position on his lap, quickly adjusting your bottoms to prevent any of his cum to drip into the water. you resist the urge to whine at the loss of fullness, suddenly empty as you wade out of the tub. however, you are not about to let him get the last a-ha moment, especially when youre full of his cum and still waiting on your own orgasm, "you know exactly what i meant by that."

euijoo cranes his head to follow you as you retreat back to the room, projecting his voice a little too loud, "i am interested in sex, just by the way."

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Oh this little shit. You could have pushed him away, grabbed him by his soft curls and pulled him up to take his place kneeling on the floor but to be frank you were utterly fucked out, at the point of going cross eyed by the dizzying stretch of his tongue.

You glanced down at him, curling your fingers into his hair. He was munching away at your pussy, eyes half-lidded, savouring you like you were the last thing he’d eat in his life. You could feel the wetness of his saliva all over your thighs, or maybe that was all the cum you had left from the last three orgasms. Jungwon moaned into your skin like a whore, your juices leaving his lips slick and shiny as you practically rode his face.

“Taste so good…” Your hips bucked up—cutting his words short and melting into a muffled groan. You tasted like fucking nectar; Jungwon was sure the angels couldn't find a better version of it anywhere other than between your legs.

"So much better when you're not running your mouth, hmm?" You murmured, voice barely audible over the sclick-sclick of your cunt gliding over the tip of his tongue. He continued suckling—tongue circling in clumsy circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Feel like I'm gonna cum, Jungwon."

Jungwon stilled for a moment, cursing under his breath and harshly grabbing your free leg to throw it over his shoulder, giving him easier access. His fingers dug themselves into your skin like soft bullets, somehow making the knot at the bottom of your stomach even tighter. 

"God, pretty pussy’s sucking me in sooo good." His words came out slurred, whiny and high pitched, as they usually did when he’s pussy-drunk. The vibrations of his voice, lazy and gin-soaked, vibrated you to the core. Jungwon’s tongue flicked out, lips beginning to part widely as he sealed your cunt in one big, open-mouthed kiss. 

“Jungwon!” You gasped, fingernails digging into his shoulder as your thighs started to tremble, “Won, i—i’m gonna—” Your voice came out strangled, half plea, half moan. Every drag of him inside you had your walls fluttering helplessly, slick dripping down your thighs and onto his chin.

You shattered with a loud wail, walls clamping down so hard he hissed through his teeth. Jungwon didn’t stop, kept fucking you through it, desperate and whining for your ambrosia. His slurping became obnoxiously loud as he lapped up everything gushing out from you.

“Good lord Jungwon.” You chuckled as he sucked on the skin of your inner thigh, “You’re acting like you’ve never eaten this pussy before.” Jungwon looked up at you with rounded eyes. His hair was a mess, flushed face drenched, and dopey grin slick with your juices. 

“It’s been too damn long.” He said, slowly pushing your legs off his shoulders—as if you could walk perfectly fine after all that, “These fucking interns I swear...” 

“Like you’ve never been an intern before.” You ran a hand through your hair, attempting to fix it as Jungwon got to his feet. Your eyes lingered far too long over the outline of his broad shoulders, outlined by the tight fabric of his button-up. If you weren't already dead by now, you would have torn it off right there and then and rode him till dawn.

“Well yeah not a stupid one.” Jungwon leaned back against the bookshelf, crossing his arms, “I swear Jo has something against me.” 

“You’ve told me that fifteen times since he assigned you to them.” You rolled your eyes, shimmying into your pencil skirt, “And lest you forget,” You poked his chest, “I’m stuck with you.” 

Jungwon’s hand gravitated to the side of your hip, helping you zip up your skirt. His other hand came to rest on your upper back, subtly pulling your hips close to his. 

“I swear Jungwon, you’re gonna get a sex ban.” You pushed him away, continuing to fix your hair, “Be grateful I even let you do that to me at 6 in the evening.”

“We’re only being the best employees ever aren't we?” Jungwon smirked, his voice a purring tone, “Staying after hours, combing through all these files ourselves..” You glanced at the neatly stacked, clearly untouched tower of dusty folders behind him and stared at him with deadpan eyes. Then you both erupted into a fit of laughter.

“Someone should make us CEOs already..” You said, catching your breath, “If only Jo knew what we were doing here.” Jungwon scrunched his nose.

“Why bring that dickhead up?” He scoffed, clenching his jaw. 

“Because he’s not a dickhead.” You slowly brought your arms up to rest on his shoulders, his hands went back to caressing your waist, one of them subtly moving down to grope your ass, “Plus, he’s kinda hot.” You felt his fingers dig into your skin at that.

“So what you’re saying is—” Jungwon quirked a brow, “—you’d rather get fucked by him than me.” Before you could respond, his strong arms wrapped around you like iron bands, yanking your body flush against his. He locked you in tight—chest to chest, tits squished against his broad chest, your lips mere inches away from his.

“Suck me off?” 

“You’re definitely getting a sex ban.”

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Jo considered himself to be a good employee. 

He’d be the first one in the office, coming in at 8 a.m sharp everyday without fail. His shirt always ironed to a crisp, and his ties without a speck of dirt. No wonder he got promoted to Chief of Staff so fast—everybody knew the CEO would have left his own wife for Jo and his master plans. 

And yet as always, there was a catch.

Good employees don’t tend to fall for their company’s exec ops.

“That’s the last of it.” You handed him the obnoxiously large file, fingers briefly brushing with his, “Let me know if you need anything else.”

“No, that's alright.” Jo’s eyes softened, “Thank you so much for this.” He leaned back in his chair and sighed, “Don’t know what I would do without you Y/N.” 

“Oh yeah?” You giggled, sitting down in front of him, you rested your elbows on the glass table and leaned forward, totally not aware of your cleavage peeking through your shirt, “The great Asakura Jo needs little old me to help him?” 

Jo froze.

Don’t stare. Don’t stare. Do not stare.

His brain, unfortunately, was doing the exact opposite—replaying your laugh, overanalyzing your tone, suddenly very aware of how hot the room was. He cleared his throat, hoping you didn’t notice the faint heat creeping up his neck.

“Well, some have greatness thrust upon them.” He replied, fingers toying with the file in front of him.

Quote Shakespear, great save Jo.

He risked a glance down and immediately regretted it. Meanwhile you were smiling like the world was all sunshine and rainbows, like the scent of your perfume wasn’t driving him insane. Jo’s heart thudded faster against his chest.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, though.” He managed a quick smile, adjusting his glasses, “I’d manage just fine without you.”

A blatant lie, and he knew it. You merely smiled on, resting your cheek in your hand.

“Hmm yeah totally.” Another giggle; Jo’s brain short circuited, how was a man supposed to survive?

 “Well, I better get back before Jungwon burns our office down.” You hummed, pushing yourself to your feet. He saw the slightest peek of your thighs under your skirt. Jo pressed his lips together, forcing himself to focus on the table, the files, anything that wasn’t your bare skin. 

Jungwon. 

Office.

Fire hazard. 

Normal thoughts.

……

Your tits.

“Yeah, good idea,” he said quickly, standing as well for some reason.

“See you later, Jo.” As you walked away, Jo allowed himself a one second glance at your ass before getting back to work. 

Get it together, idiot.

Meanwhile, in the office across the room—

“You’re an evil woman, Y/N.” Jungwon looked up from his papers, “Evil, evil woman.” 

“A girl can't do anything nowadays huh.” You sighed, plopping down onto your swivel chair and spinning once for emphasis. Your joint office with Jungwon was directly across Jo’s, allowing him to see all of your antics with the poor man. “Might as well burn me at the stake.” 

Jungwon snorted. “Tempting.” He glanced past you, and smirked, looking down again, “You’re being watched you know.”

“Watched?” You tilted your head innocently, eyes wavering over his dimple. 

“Management, sweetheart.” Jungwon added, shamelessly glancing down at your cleavage, “I’m afraid that pretty little skirt of yours has violated HR.” He sighed and looked up at the ceiling, “And my dick unfortunately.”

“That sounds like a you problem Wonnie, not an HR one.” A smug grin spread over your face, “We can fix that at lunch.” Below the desk, your bare foot was lifting the bottom fabric of his trouser up—payback for all the almost orgasms he had made you go through two days ago in the file room.

“Evil woman.” He echoed, a grin tugging at his mouth. “I feel sorry for your future husband.” 

“Good that it won't be you then.” You leaned your chin into your palm, “Alright get to work. We better get this done by noon or I swear I’ll jump off this building.” You slipped your headphones on, scrolling through your playlists.

“Yes ma'am." Jungwon let out a low laugh, turning his attention back to his papers, as silence fell over the room.

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“You with me, pretty girl?” Jungwon squeezed your right ass cheek before lifting and bringing his hand down on it harsh, hearing the smack sound through the room, “We haven’t even started baby.” 

At this point you were already fucked dumb— bent over the table, skirt hitched up to your hips and your panties shoved down to your ankles. Your mouth was agape, ungodly sounds escaping your lips as his cock drilled into your ass. You hadn't said anything for a while now, and by Jungwon’s knowledge, he simply assumed he’s not pounding you good enough. 

“W-Won….” You managed to stutter out, feeling his tip hitting the deepest, wettest parts of you, “slow dow—oh god!” Your mouth was dry and your tongue cotton, your cheek was  probably bruised too, from having been pressed against the table for so long.

Jungwon’s head dipped into the crook of your neck to suck on the skin there, one hand resting on your hip to pin you down, while his left slowly wandered to your pussy. One touch to your throbbing clit, and you were screaming. 

“So tight for me—hah—aren’t you?” His voice was dangerously low and commanding, the kind that made your lips gush. Jungwon’s hips snapped particularly harsh and a moan resounded right from the bottom of your chest, the burn sharp and immediate as he stretched you wide around his girth.

Jungwon didn't allow you even a second to adjust to him, simply pulling back and slamming forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. His hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back. The pull sent sparks of pain through your scalp, mixing with the ache in your ass as he started pounding into you relentlessly. Each thrust jolted your body forward, your tits bouncing against the edge of the table.

“Won won won!” His name fell like a relentless prayer from your lips, his free hand coming down hard on your ass cheek again, “ohhhh, oh God I’m close..”

 The slap echoed in the small room, the sting blooming hot across your skin. He didn't stop—thwack, thwack, thwack—alternating cheeks with every few pumps of his hips, turning your ass red and raw. The pain fueled the heat building low in your belly, your pussy clenching emptily even as he reamed your ass.

He picked up speed again, his cock draagging against your inner walls. Your body shook, the overstimulation hitting like a wave—every nerve lit up, your ass throbbing around him, the pulls on your hair making your vision blur.

"Shit—you’re close…” He reached around, fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in fast, merciless circles, “Cum for me pretty girl.” His voice was rough in your ear as he leaned over you, chest pressing against your back. It's too much—the rough drag of his cock in your ass, the burning slaps, the relentless tug on your hair, and now this direct assault on your swollen nub.

Your orgasm crashed over you, body convulsing as waves of pleasure-pain ripped through you. Your ass clenched spasmodically around his thrusting cock, milking him even as the overstimulation made tears prick your eyes. Your pussy gushed, wetness dripping down your thighs, your ass on fire, every thrust pushing you further into that hazy edge.

You bucked against him, sobbing through the climax, limbs going weak as aftershocks jolted through you. Jungwon felt you tighten, but he kept fucking you through it, drawing out the torment until you were a shaking mess.

“Jungwon…” You sigh, “Fuck that was—”

But Jungwon had other plans.

He pulled out with a wet pop, leaving you feeling empty and gaping, your hole twitching from the rough treatment. Before you could catch your breath, his hand tightened in your hair again, yanking your head back further until you were looking up at him, tears streaking your cheeks from the intensity.

Jungwon crashed his mouth down on yours, the kiss messy and desperate. His tongue forced its way past your lips, tangling with yours in a sloppy, open-mouthed exchange. He tasted like coffee and strawberries and he’s absolutely devouring you. With a huff, he broke the kiss, strings of spit connecting your lips, lust filled eyes burning into yours.

“On your knees.” Jungwon ordered, “Haven’t had that pretty mouth all week.” 

You dropped to the cool tile floor instantly, knees scraping as you settled between his legs. His cock, slick with your own juices, bobbed in front of your face—thick, veined, and still rock-hard, the head flushed red.

You looked up at him through your lashes, a mischievous spark in your eyes despite the ache in your body. Leaning in, you flicked your tongue out, tracing juust the tip lightly, swirling around the slit without taking him in. His thighs tensed, a low tch escaping him, but you kept nipping gently at the base before pulling back with an innocent smile.

“That's enough games.” Jungwon snapped, voice edged with frustration. His fist tightened in your hair, pulling sharply until your scalp stung and your mouth hovered inches from his cock. “Suck it properly, or you won’t get cock for the entire week.” 

You knew that threat held no actual water, but you parted your lips anyway. He tugged again—harder this time, roots protesting as he guided you onto him. His cock slid over your tongue, filling your mouth with his salty taste. 

As always, Jungwon refused to give you time to adjust to him, thrusting shallowly to push deeper, the head bumping the back of your throat. You gagged a little, eyes watering, but hollowed your cheeks and started sucking in earnest, tongue pressing flat against the underside as you bobbed your head. A guttural groan erupts from his throat, hand still fisted in your hair, controlling the pace.

 “Gooood girl.” The grip Jungwon had on your hair made your head throb at every whine and groan he let out. You always knew just how to ease the tension in his shoulders, make him absolutely fall apart for you. “Take it all like my good little slut.” 

Perhaps the stars had aligned in all the wrong places today, perhaps a butterfly flapped its wings or perhaps you two were especially horny today, but you didn't bother to close the door properly—a thin crack at the hinge allowing a sliver of view from the hallway outside. 

Asakura Jo considered himself to be a good employee. 

But good employees certainly didn't have their eyes locked onto their exec ops’ tits as she sucked off her coworker.

At 6 am in the evening, Jo hadn't expected anyone to still be in the office. He’d come looking for some files in the ancient printer room—where he never usually went, preferring to send his assistant. Jo stood there, frozen at first, his eyes widening behind his glasses as he caught sight of the scene. He was transfixed, heart pounding in his chest, as shock, and something more scandalous, took over him like a wave.

Watching you on your knees, sucking cock so eagerly, a rush of heat surged through him. His slacks tightened uncomfortably, his cock hardening instantly at the erotic display. A sort of raw desire pooled within him; he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be peeking, but he just couldn't tear himself away.

Jo's gaze locked onto your exposed body, the way your shirt hung open, your breasts swaying with each movement of your head. He'd always fantasized about those tits, imagining burying his face between them during late-night meetings when you'd lean over his desk, to sweetly guide him about office policy and whatnot. 

Glancing around the empty hallway to ensure privacy, Jo's hand trembled as he unzipped his fly, going red upon seeing his aching erection. It was stiff and leaking pre-cum already, the tip flushed from the sight of your face, eyes closed, head bobbing, your tongue occasionally flicking out. What Jo would do to be in Jungwon’s position.

He wrapped his fingers around the length, stroking slowly at first, matching the rhythm of your bobbing head. His breath fogged up his glasses, the lenses clouding with each heavy exhale as sweat beads on his forehead. The steam from his arousal made everything blur, but he quickly removed his glasses, desperate to keep watching.

“F-Fuck Y/N….” He gasped softly.

In his mind, it's him you were servicing—your pretty lips stretched around his cock, those beautiful eyes looking up at him with a cheeky gaze as you teased the head with your tongue. He imagined pulling your hair himself, guiding you down until you gagged on him, your tits bouncing with the motion.

 A low, muffled groan escaped his throat, stifled by his clenched teeth, as he pumped his fist faster. The risk of getting caught only heightened his pleasure, his balls tightening with the building pressure. Jo leaned closer to the door crack, the wood cool against his shoulder, lost in the fantasy of claiming you right there, your mouth hot and wet around him while Jungwon watched helplessly.

Sounds of your gags came to a pause as you pulled off for a breath of fresh air. The string of spit that connected you with his dick was soon to be broken when you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the pulsing head of his cock. 

“Where do you want to cum, Won? On my tits?” Lidded eyes, both outside and inside the room, stared at the way your tongue traveled along the prominent veins, “Hmmm, how about my mouth?” 

Pushing your shirt fully off your shoulders, the lace wrapped around your chest leaves little to the imagination. A satisfied smirk tugs on Jungwon’s mouth.

Your throat tightened around Jungwon's cock as he thrusted deeper, the head bumping against the back of your mouth with insistent force. 

“Ah fuck…..pretty girl suckin’ me off like its her job.” He rasped, his fingers pulling until your scalp stung deliciously, "Swallow it, go on.” The burn fueled your own heat, your pussy clenching emptily as you hummed around him, vibrations drawing a sharp hiss from his lips, “All of it.”

Outside the door, Jo's strokes quickened as well, fist gliding over his slick length with desperate urgency. The sight of you—lips puffed and red, cheeks hollowed as you took Jungwon's cock—pushed him closer. 

The image burned into his mind: your tits heaving with each breath, nipples hard against the cool air; he bit his lip hard to muffle the groan building in his chest, pre-cum beading at his tip and smearing over his knuckles. 

“Gonna fill this pretty mouth.” He warned through gritted teeth, his free hand slamming against the desk for support as he drove in one last time. You felt him swell, pulse hot and heavy on your tongue, and then he erupted—thick ropes of cum flooding your mouth, salty and thick, coating your throat as you swallowed greedily around him. The force of it made you cough lightly, but you held on, milking every spurt with flicks of your tongue.

At the exact same moment, Jo shattered as well. His hand blurred over his cock, a choked gasp escaping as orgasm ripped through him. Cum spurted onto the hallway floor in messy arcs, his knees buckling slightly while he gripped the doorframe for stability. 

Waves of pleasure crashed over him, intensified by the taboo of it all—watching you swallow another man's load, your eyes watering but locked on Jungwon's face in submission. It's the hottest thing he'd ever seen, his crush on you twisting into something filthy and obsessive. He pumped through the aftershocks, wringing out every drop until his cock twitched soft in his palm.

“Look so pretty like this….” Jungwon’s eyes were hooded, utterly drunk on your mouth, “my pretty girl.”

You pulled off Jungwon's cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva and cum connecting your lips to the glistening tip. “Your pretty girl?” Licking your mouth clean, you rose on shaky legs, "Wasn't aware we were a thing.” 

Jungwon watched you with a satisfied smirk, tucking himself away as you fumbled for your clothes. As you straightened your hair, Jungwon's eyes flicked to the door. Through the narrow crack, he caught a glimpse.

Oh?

This was interesting.

Jungwon was the first one to notice the earth shattering crush Jo had on you. Normally, it should have made him jealous and full of possessive rage, but he was just…faintly amused. It was fun to see you tease Jo too, always unbuttoning at least two buttons before you went into his office.

And there the man of the hour was right outside the printer room, hastily zipping up, face flushed crimson behind smeared glasses. Jungwon's lips curled into a knowing grin, but he said nothing, filing the secret away like a loaded gun. Whatever leverage this gave him, he'd use it later—maybe to pull you into something even riskier.

For now, however, he merely adjusted his tie and moved on, shaking his head when you asked him why he was smiling like a bastard. 

“Better get back before Jo notices.” Jungwon whistled, as you smoothed your skirt, “Say, do you still think he’s hot?”

You turned your head slowly to him, closing your eyes for a second and inhaling deeply. “Why do you ask my sweet Jungwon?” 

“No reason.” He replied briefly, “Just….thoughts.”

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Jo was a shy man. Confident as hell when he was presenting monthly figures, but a red mess when the CEO asked him how his day had been. He was a human oxymoron—and that’s what piqued your curiosity.

Sure he was respectful and all that bullshit, but by god was he the hottest human being to ever grace your earth. If he wasn’t so damn shy, if his ears didn’t go turnip red everytime you told him you liked his tie, you would have made that man fuck you stupid in the middle of the meeting room, out in the open for everybody to see.

Those long, slender fingers of his, you'd often find yourself staring at them during meetings, imagining what they'd feel like gliding over your skin. The way he held a pen, with such finesse and control, made you wonder how skilled those hands would be in more…..intimate areas. 

As the head of marketing, you were used to getting what you wanted when you wanted it—the amazing things power can do. 

And what you wanted right now was Jo, sprawled out naked on the armchair in his office, those gorgeous blushes spreading across every inch of his body as you rode him till both your brains were completely fucked out. You knew it wouldn't take much to make him crack, to turn that bashful stutter into a symphony of moans.

And ever since you made Jungwon spill the truth about him three days after your little encounter (“I swear I was going to tell you when the time came.” “Hopefully it would have been before I died.”), you had decided that you’d waited long enough. It was time to make your fantasy a reality, to show Jo just how much you would have loved his mouth on your tits.

As you sauntered into Jo’s office, you made sure to arch your back just right as you bent to pick up a pen, accentuating all the right parts of your body in a way that would make anyone weak in the knees. You caught him sneaking a glance at your chest, as you leaned against his desk.

“It's 7 in the evening.” You said crossing your arms, “What are you doing working all alone, handsome?” His ears turned an even deeper shade of red.

“I could say the same for you.” Jo leaned back in his chair, you watched his adam’s apple bob a bit, “You usually go by 5 don't you?” 

“You noticed?” You did a little faux gasp, “I just had some extra stuff to do today, with Jungwon not coming in today.” You scoffed, “Little shit cancelled on me last minute because of some cactus convention.” You rolled your shoulders back, “I’m a walking corpse at this point.”

“You have me there.” Jo said, rubbing his stiff shoulders, “I’m firing the person who scheduled back-to-back meetings for me all day today.” You watched his large hand rub over his muscles, that pressed against his tight (slutty) shirt.

Well, well, well.

“Poor you.” You purred, walking around to stand behind his chair, “Let me help you with that.”

Without waiting for a response, you started to massage his shoulders, feeling the tension melt away under your skilled fingers. Jo let out a low groan, his head lolling forward as you worked out the kinks in his muscles.

Internally though, all that was going on in his mind was abort, abort, system failure, ABORT.

Your hands were pure magic against his stiff shoulders, somehow taking away all the stress and the stupid reviews and resolutions and what not, with a flick of your wrist. Jo’s mind wandered to distant places, imagining where else those beautiful hands could come in use.

Jo glanced down and a very obvious boner greeted him, straining against the fabric of his pants as if to say ‘Hey there you horny bastard! Why don’t you take care of me already?’

“You know you don’t— you really don’t have to—” Jo started, but your thumbs pressed into a tight knot near his neck and the rest of the sentence dissolved into a very undignified exhale. He cleared his throat immediately afterward, as if that would erase the sound.

You bit your lip to suppress a grin, knowing that you're the one who's caused the tent in his pants. But you pretended not to notice, continuing to knead his shoulders as if nothing was out of the ordinary. 

"Does that feel good, Jo?" You asked innocently.

"Y-Yeah," He stammers, his voice husky with desire. "That feels really good."

“You know I give really good massages."  You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Everybody says so.”

“Oh yeah?” Jo hummed. His brain was no longer cooperating. Every nerve seemed hyper-aware of exactly where your hands were, how close you were standing, the faint brush of your sleeve when you shifted.

“I can show you.” You said sweetly, “You’re coming to the party tomorrow right?” You watched his ears turn an even deeper shade of red and stood back up straight, letting your hand linger on his upper back for a second.

“Hadn’t really thought about it.” Jo fidgeted in his chair, eyes darting between your face and your chest, “But I suppose I could swing by for a bit.” 

“Great!” You giggled, putting your hands down on the table, juust right so he could see your chest properly, “See you there, handsome.”

“Y-Yeah.” Jo said in a quiet voice, as you made your way out, grinning to yourself. 

Jo remained fully frozen in his seat for a full three minutes, watching you gather your things, swing your handbag over your shoulder and exit the office. He leaned back in his chair and watched the main hall’s lights being turned off. Only the warm golden light of his office remained shining in the dark, like some beacon that reminded him he wouldn't be locked up in here tomorrow. 

His heart hammered in his chest as something hot and nauseating flushed his body. A vivid memory, seared into his brain came up—your mouth working cock, tits bouncing, the way you'd look doing it to him. Tonight, alone in his apartment, he'd replay it on loop—hand wrapped around his dick again, stroking to the fantasy of bending you over his desk, claiming those perfect breasts while you beg for more. 

Jo closed his eyes briefly, and sighed.

How was he supposed to survive tomorrow?

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Jungwon was bored.

It had been all of fifteen minutes into the office party and he was utterly bored. You had texted him earlier, telling him you’d be running late. He brushed it off—after all, it wasn't like you two were getting any action tonight.

The party buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses of champagne, but he could barely focus on the chatter around him. All his focus was on one person tonight.

Asakura Jo.

He rarely ever came to these things, so him standing in the corner, brooding over his glass of sparkling liquor was an odd sight. But Jungwon could make an easy guess. You did sound way too excited yesterday when you were getting takeout with him, yapping away about all that you’d done to your poor boss. 

Evil, evil woman, Jungwon thought, sipping his champagne.

Jo was still in the same corner, nursing what was probably his second drink — not that he looked like the type to lose control. He stood straight-backed, tie slightly loosened, expression carefully composed in that way that screamed get me out of here.

Jungwon gave it exactly three more minutes before deciding he’d suffered enough. He adjusted his cuff and sauntered over.

“Didn’t know this place had a statue exhibit,” He said casually. “You’ve been standing in this exact spot since I got here.”

“I’m observing.” Jo shot back, “Some of us prefer the quiet.”

“At a party?”

“At this party.”

“Speaking of which—” Jungwon smirked, “—why are you here? You never come to these things.”

There it was—the faintest tightening of Jo’s jaw. Bingo.

“I was invited.” Jo replied, voice infuriatingly calm, “Can’t refuse that now can I?”

“You’ve rejected my invitation to get a drink….lets see now…six entire times.” Jungwon’s eyes crinkled into crescent moons as he smiled sweetly, “But then again, nobody can refuse our sweet girl.” 

Jo’s sharp eyes flicked toward him. “I don’t know what you’re implying.”

“Sure you do.”

The music shifted into something louder, bass heavier, and a group near the center of the room erupted into cheers. Jo didn’t glance their way, instead staring straight ahead at a plant like it held the universe’s secrets. There was no way he could have seen right?

“You know she was very excited about tonight.” Jungwon swirled his champagne.

“She seems to enjoy social events.” Jo exhaled through his nose, leaning his head back against the wall. 

“Oh trust me, it’s not the event she was excited about.”

Jo’s fingers tightened slightly around his glass before he caught himself. “Jungwon, are you perhaps attempting to—”

“I’m not attempting anything.” Jungwon’s grin widened. “I’m just saying, she was practically glowing yesterday.”

Jo didn't answer immediately, adjusting his glasses instead—a subtle tell Jungwon had learned to observe over months of observation. 

Jo didn’t answer immediately.

“She’s…..zestful.” Jo said at last.

“Zestful,” Jungwon echoed, unable to hide the absolute delight in his voice. “Is that the official term?”

“Is there a reason you’re bringing her up?” Jo asked, narrowing his gaze. 

“Can’t I talk about my coworker now?”

“You rarely do.” Jo chuckled coldly. “If anything, I’ve only ever heard you talk about work and cactuses.” Before Jungwon could fire back however, his gaze drifted over to the door. 

Bingo. 

“Speak of the devil.” He chuckled, nudging Jo’s shoulder. Jo followed his gaze over to the door, and felt the earth stop spinning on its axis.

A dangerously low-cut black dress hugging your body perfectly, the deep V plunging between your boobs, a thigh high slit revealing flashes of skin with every single step. If there really was a heaven on earth, Jo thought he’d found it.

Jungwon watched Jo’s system crash happen in real time. The stillness, the widening of Jo’s eyes before he masked it, the way his posture straightened unconsciously, the way his fingers tightened on his glass, probably tight enough to break the fragile crystal.

“She’s here.” Jungwon said, helpfully.

“I can see that.” There was a slight waver in his usually composed tone of voice. But he couldn't bear to look away. You laughed at something someone near the door said, then began weaving through the crowd. You hadn’t spotted them yet. Or maybe you had.

Whatever it was, his brain was no longer functioning at optimal speed. Every detail seemed magnified — the way you carried yourself, the faint sparkle at your wrist when you moved. The party had already overwhelmed him and you were only making it worse—the sight of your cleavage straining against the fabric, the way the dress clung to your hips, it all stirred something feral.

Jo became suddenly, painfully aware of himself. Was his tie straight? Did he look good standing here? Should he have worn something different? Why had he agreed to this again?

Jungwon leaned closer. “You don’t look too good, boss.”

“I’m fine.”

“Maybe don’t break your glass first and I’ll believe you.” Jo forced his grip to relax, at Jungwon’s words, praying to whatever God was listening that his inner thoughts weren't visible anywhere on his body.

Across the room, your eyes finally landed on them. You smiled and the only image Jo’s brain cells were giving him was that of you on your knees, lips stretched around cock, saliva dripping down your chin and you bobbed your head eagerly. Jo tightened his jaw and forced a sip down.

“You’re staring, boss.” Jungwon chuckled. This was the best day of his life.

Jo blinked slowly and dragged his gaze away with visible effort. “I am not.”

“Sure.” Jungwon hummed, watching you walk across the room to them. You really weren't kidding when you told him you’d be wearing your battle armor for this party. 

When you finally reached them, you tilted your head slightly and smiled at Jo, making his pulse behave in highly unprofessional ways.

“Well,” You said lightly, “look who actually showed up.”

“Management decided to bless us with his presence.” Jungwon slid in smoothly. Jo shot him a look. You turned your attention fully to the tall man then — eyes scanning him up and down. Fuck, he looked like a five course meal, dessert included.

“Well, I’m glad you came.” You said, taking the glass Jungwon handed to you.

Simple words, but Jo’s brain treated them like a full system overload.

“Of course,” He replied, voice steadier than he felt. “I said I might.”

“And you did.” Your smile sharpened slightly. “I’m impressed.” Jungwon looked between the two of you like he was watching live entertainment.

“I’m going to get another drink.” He announced, “You two catch up on…..whatever you two talk about.”

“Jungwon—” Jo started. But Jungwon was already gone, leaving Jo alone with you and the hum of the party.

And the faint, dangerous tilt of your smile.

“You look nervous,” You observed gently, “But parties aren't really your vibe are they?” 

“I’m not nervous.” Jo replied automatically, chuckling at your raised brow, “I just prefer quieter environments." 

“So,” You nodded thoughtfully, stepping a little closer so you wouldn’t have to raise your voice over the music, “not this.”

God, your perfume smelled sooo good.

A group nearby burst into laughter, the bass vibrating faintly through the floor. Colored lights flickered across the room, catching briefly in your hair, along the line of your jaw. Jo’s attention drifted down for half a second before he dragged it back up to your eyes.

Focus, idiot..

“You don’t seem uncomfortable.” He added, knowing silence would only be more dangerous for his situation.

“I’m not.” You smiled easily. “I like stuff like this. Helps me loosen up a bit.”

“And do you?” He asked before he could stop himself, “Intend to loosen up tonight, I mean.”

“Mayybe.” You giggled into your drink., which was not helpful.

Jo cleared his throat. “You mentioned this party as though it were… significant.”

“Oh?” You cocked your head to the side. “Did I?”

“You seemed invested in my attendance.”

“I was.” You admitted plainly. “Because you never come to these things. And I was curious.” You took a slow sip of your drink, your gaze never leaving his.

“Curious about what?” 

“How you’d act outside the office.” Jo felt that land somewhere in his chest, the alluring scent of your perfume filling his senses to the brim.

“And your conclusion is?” He asked.

“And,” You stepped a fraction closer again, close enough so he would be forced to look at your cleavage, God bless his towering height, “I think I’m still figuring that out.”

Jo’s heartbeat was no longer cooperating. He became acutely aware of where his hands were, how stiff his posture looked, whether he seemed ridiculous standing this straight at a party where everyone else had long since relaxed.

“I behave the same.” He said carefully.

“Do you?” Your gaze dropped briefly, lingering somewhere very inappropriate then going back to his face, “I think I might need proof.” You laughed, bright and unfiltered, and that was Jo’s curtain call.

“Excuse me.” He said suddenly, stepping back before you could fully draw him in “I think I need some air.”

Without waiting for you to question it further, he turned and navigated through the crowd with brisk efficiency, ignoring the knowing look Jungwon shot him from across the room.

The hallway outside the office space was blissfully quiet. Jo walked straight past the break room, past the conference area, and into his office. He shut the door behind him and leaned back against it, breathing in deeply and exhaling. 

Could he get more pathetic?

Jo pushed off the door and crossed to his desk, sinking into his leather chair, loosening his tie, his hand drifting to the growing bulge in his slacks as he pictured your mouth on him, just like it had been on Jungwon. He rolled his shoulders once, as if to physically shake off the tension.

The image of you standing there, replayed in his mind with irritating clarity. The way you’d said you were curious about him and the way you’d looked at him like he was something to figure out. Your exposed neck, practically begging for his teeth, his lips—marks to claim what he was craving like a starved animal. 

“Get it together.” Jo muttered under his breath, taking his glasses off and massaging his temple with his fingers.

This was a party, a simple social gathering and he was an adult. He could (should) handle being around a woman without internally combusting. He thought about the beautiful flesh of your thigh peeking out from the slit and something in his chest tightened. 

A soft knock sounded at his door.

“Jooooo.” A voice drifted through the wood, “I know you’re in here.” 

“What do you want Jungwon.” Jo sighed, closing his eyes. He was definitely not in the right mindset to deal with Jungwon’s bullshit without impaling him in the chest right now.

The door opened, and Jungwon sauntered in, still holding a drink from the party. He closed the door softly, leaning against it with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Rough night, boss?” Jungwon asked, his voice laced with amusement. Jo straightened, trying to compose himself, but Jungwon's eyes flicked momentarily to the very obvious tent in Jo's pants. 

“You know Y/N’s missing you out there.” Jungwon sighed dramatically, “Poor girl, you don't want to disappoint her do you?” 

“If you’re trying to insinuate that I like her in some way—” Jo glared up at him, “—I must tell you that it's highly unprofessional." 

“Unprofessional?” Jungwon burst out laughing, “What’s unprofessional is the way you were staring at her, boss.” He slowly moved to the armchair and coffee table in the corner of the room facing Jo, plopping down on it as if he owned the space, “I don’t blame you though. That dress is really something.” He titled his head back, letting it rest on the plush headrest, “But you know what really gets me? The way she sucks cock. Like, fucking pro-level.” He barked a cocky laugh, “She takes every damn inch till she's gagging, and she still has the audacity to beg for more. Oh don't even get me started on that pretty little tongue.” Jungwon's words hung in the air, bragging without shame, painting vivid pictures that made Jo's face flush. 

“Jungwon what the hell are you—”

“Relax boss.” Jungwon cut him off with a harsh chuckle, “You saw us in the printer room, didn't you? Jerking off like a perv. Don’t deny it.” Jo's words died on his lips.

They say fate has its mysterious ways—sometimes using its power to make a butterfly flap its wings, make a tornado destroy towns and other sorts of mischief. Whatever fate did, Jo was cursing it out in his mind in every language he knew, when the door opened and the cause of all his mental strain stepped in. 

Your heels clicked on the hardwood floor, the scent of your perfume trailing behind you as you turned the lock of the door with a decisive click, the sound echoing in the tense silence. 

Your eyes locked onto Jo’s, seductive smile curving your glossy lips as you approached his desk. Jungwon watched from his place, settling into the armchair with his legs spread. You didn't spare him a glance yet, your focus locked in on Jo, and the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, hands gripping the armrests.

You sauntered towards Jo's desk, hips swaying with each step. You could see the way his eyes widened as you approached, his dark gaze roaming over your body appreciatively. You couldn't help but feel a thrill of power, knowing that you had such an effect on him.

"And what are the both of you doing in here?" You asked, batting your eyelashes innocently. You made sure to lean against the desk so that Jo had a perfect view of the front of your dress.

Jungwon let out a harsh bark of laughter from his perch on the armchair. "Oh, Jo and I were just talking about you." He said, tone dripping with innuendo. "He was really….…admiring you."

You glanced over at Jungwon, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "Is that so?" You purred, turning your attention back to Jo. "And what exactly was he admiring, hmm?"

You could see the way Jo was struggling to maintain his composure, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white. You decided to take pity on him, striding around the desk and perching yourself on the edge of it in front of him. You slowly took his hand in yours and placed it on your exposed thigh. 

“Go on Jo.” You trailed a finger down his chest, “Tell me what you were admiring about me.”

Jungwon chuckled from the corner, leaning forward in his seat. “I don’t think he can do that with you so close, baby.”

“Oh my.” You gasped, “Well then, how about this?” You slid off the table, placing your hands on Jo’s broad shoulders as you lowered yourself slowly onto his lap, feeling his hardness press against your panties through his pants, “You think you can tell me now?”

Jo’s gaze raked over you, dark and hungry—something you’ve never seen before, but by god was it the hottest thing ever. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. 

“You know, this is not very professional.” He mumbled, voice low as ever, “But you did offer to give me a massage.” His breath hitched as he felt your hands roam low, brushing over his abs, “May I take you up on that offer, sweetheart?”

“Hmm.” You hummed sweetly, “You do look tense right.” You leaned in so that your breath ghosted his ears. The fabric of your dress rode up as you settled onto him more comfortably. Jo's hands hesitated at your hips, but they eventually rested there when you gave an experimental roll of your hips.

Jungwon, meanwhile, leaned back in the armchair, his hand already palming himself through his pants. 

“Go on Jo. You want her, don’t you?” Jungwon drawled lazily, “Undo that zipper at the back. Slowly.” 

Jo's fingers trembled slightly as they found the pull, sliding it down painfully tardy, the sound of the zipper teeth parting filling the room. The dress loosened, and you shrugged it off your shoulders, letting it pool at your waist, revealing the black lace lingerie beneath—a bra that barely contained your breasts, the sheer cups leaving your nipples visible and hardening in the cool air, matching panties that hugged your ass and pussy like a second skin.

Jo’s sharp eyes lingered on the way your soaked panties clung to your folds, the fabric translucent from how wet you were. In a moment of confidence, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked them down your legs in one swift motion, tossing them aside. 

"Is this what you've been dreaming about, Jo?" You enticed him, grinding against him teasingly. "Having me sit on your lap?” 

“And if I said yes?” Jo breathed slowly, feeling his pants stain with your wetness.

You grinded against Jo's lap, feeling his cock throb beneath you, and reached for his belt. 

“Let me take care of you.” You whispered, unbuckling it with deft fingers, then popping the button of his slacks and tugging the zipper down, freeing his rock hard cock from its confines. You shoved his pants and boxers to his thighs; he was surprisingly big, cock thick and veined all over, the pretty head already leaking pre-cum; you ran your tongue over your lips at the sight of it. Jo groaned, his head falling back, but he didn't take control, choosing instead to wait with pleading eyes.

“You’re so pretty, Jo.” You giggled, palming his cock, “Bet this pretty cock gets hard when you think of me, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah.” Jo shuddered against you, letting himself melt into your beautiful touch. All his senses knew were you, the shape of you, the scent of you, the feeling of your pussy on him—everything was just you, you, you. 

“You ready for me, baby?” You asked, tone innocent as a lamb. 

Jo's breath caught in his throat as you wrapped your hand around his thick, pulsing cock. He let out a low moan, his hips bucking involuntarily into your touch.

“Always.” 

You shivered at his words, feeling your own arousal growing. You gave his cock a firm stroke from base to tip, smearing the pre-cum that had gathered at the head.

Without hesitation, you lifted and positioned yourself above him, sinking down onto his cock. You both moaned at the sensation, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. Inch by inch, you teased him, lifting and lowering in shallow movements, clenching your pussy around the tip before taking more.

The pain peaked, a deep, burning stretch that made you cry out, but then it ebbed slightly, morphing into a profound pressure, your walls molding to his shape.

His cock pulsed inside you, hot and insistent, and you felt every ridge, every throb as he held still, letting your pussy flutter and stretch around him. 

“Fuck—you’re so big Jo.” You let out a breathy chuckle, making him whimper softly, his hips twitching but not thrusting up—letting you set the pace. Ever the gentleman, you thought. He stilled completely at your praise, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing hard.

"Oh fuckkkk" Jo groaned, his head falling back against the chair as you started to rock your hips. "F-Feel so good…." His left hand made its way to your breast, kneading and squeezing it through the thin lace as you continued to ride him without any mercy. 

“Oh!” You moaned loudly, feeling his large hand touch you so wonderfully, “Jo, don’t stop please…” His hands explored your body, gripping your hips as he thrusted up into you, his cock stretching you deliciously with every push.

"Fuck, you feel so gooood.” His words came out loud and slurred, his face contorted in ecstasy. "So warm…."

"That's right, baby," You grinned, rolling your hips in a sensual rhythm. "Be a good boy and take what you want.”

Jo couldn't help but let his head fall back, eyes shut close as your pussy clamped down on him when he hit a particularly sensitive spot on you, loud groans and whines ripping from his chest. You never expected him to be this loud, his voice masking the music from the party outside. Well now, you had to fix that right?

“Shh pretty baby.” You cooed, reaching back to unclasp your bra letting your breasts fall free in front of his flushed face, “You gotta be quiet.”

But Jo, lost in the throes of passion, unable to control himself. "I can't help it," He whined, his hips bucking up into you. "It feels too good."

You grabbed his hair, yanking his head back and forcing him to look at you. "If you can't keep quiet, I'll have to find something to keep that mouth busy then." You said, before pressing your breast against his lips.

Jo’s mouth found your tit almost desperately, his lips latching onto one nipple, tongue flicking over the stiff peak, swirling and lapping before he sucked it deep into his mouth, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You grinded down onto him harder, feeling his cock twitch inside you as he moaned against your chest.

"That's it," You purred, rocking my hips in time with his thrusts. "Keep sucking just like that." Marks bloomed under his attention—reddened skin from his eager bites, his teeth grazing just enough to sting pleasurably, "Good boy, Jo.” 

He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same hunger, his hands finally gripping your waist but only to steady himself, not to guide. You rode him languidly, pussy stretching around his length, juices coating him as you teased, rising until just the head was inside before sinking back down fully, grinding your clit against his base. You could feel your orgasm approaching fast, your body tensing as you chased that sweet release.

In the corner, Jungwon had freed his own cock, stroking it with firm, deliberate pumps. His fist twisted over the head, slick with his pre-cum, eyes fixed on your back and your ass, bouncing with every up and down movement. His cock, unbelievably hard, twitched in his hand as he panted silently, mind going through every position the three of you could hit.

"Oh god," Jo groaned. "I'm going to cum."

“Beg for it.” You picked up the pace slightly, bouncing on Jo's cock, ass slapping against his thighs, but still teasing—edging him closer without letting him tip over, “Beg for it like a good boy.”

“Please….” He murmured against my skin, voice breaking, so unlike his usual authority, "Please please please I’ll be your good boy—fuckkk.” Jo's sucks grew frantic, leaving hickeys across the swells of your breasts, up to your neck. His teeth sank into the soft flesh below your ear, sucking a bruise that would linger, his tongue soothing the spot before biting again.

"Cum for me." You demanded, your voice high and breathy. 

With a final thrust, Jo let out a guttural moan, his cock pulsing inside you as he spilled himself deep within your core. The feeling of his warm release sent you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing over you in waves as you cried out in ecstasy.

Jo buried his face in your chest as you threw your head back, panting hard. You collapsed against him, both of you sweaty as you came down from your high. You could  feel Jo's softening cock still nestled inside you, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his dazed expression.

“That’s enough.” A sharp voice rang through the room, “My turn sweetheart, get over here.” You turned your head back to see Jungwon with his legs spread wiiide open, sitting languidly on the armchair and patting his thigh.

As Jo still basked in the afterglow of your session, you pulled off of his lap with a wet pop, feeling his cum dribble out of your well-fucked pussy and down your thigh. Jo let out a whimper but didn't protest, those pretty eyes of his glazed over, his cock slick and twitching in the air. 

You sauntered over to Jungwon, your hips swaying seductively, and dropped onto his thigh, straddling his leg, the rough fabric of his pants pressed against you, lips parting around the muscle as you settled.

"You like his cock better than mine, don't you?" Jungwon smirked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. "My pretty little slut. Couldn't be satisfied with just one cock could you?”

You bit your lip, refusing to answer, enjoying the way Jungwon's grip on your hair tightened. He forced you down onto his thigh as he guided you into a slow, torturous pace. He flexed his thigh, pressing up into your clit, and you began to rock, forward and back, the friction building heat fast.

Jungwon chuckled darkly, his hand snaking down to grab your ass, fingers sinking into the flesh hard enough to leave imprints. "Fuck, you're so wet already, so desperate for another round. Such a greedy little slut."

You let out a frustrated whimper, desperately trying to grind down on his thigh to get some much-needed friction. Jungwon thrust his thigh up rhythmically, making you chase the pressure, your breasts bouncing with each roll of my hips. 

"Tell me who's cock you like better," Jungwon said, slapping your ass hard enough to sting. "Tell me, or I'll stop altogether."

He began to thrust his leg into you, firm muscle grinding against your clit with each upward push. The sensation was almost too much, the intense stimulation sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Jungwon maintained a steady rhythm, his eyes locked onto yours as he used you for his pleasure.

Well wouldn't this be fun?

“Jo.” You laughed breathily, trying not to moan, “I liked Jo’s cock better—fuck—Jungwon.” You watched as his eyes darkened, “He fills me up sooo good Wonnie, I love love love his cock so much, it’s like—” 

But before you could go any further, Jungwon’s fingers were digging into your hips as he pulled you off of him completely. He dragged you over to Jo’s chair and forced you down onto your knees in front of him.

Jo sat there, pants still bunched around his ankles, his thick cock standing rigid and veined, the tip flushed and weeping pre-cum from the teasing ride you'd given him moments ago. Jo's breath hitched, his hands gripping the armrests, eyes watching you with a mix of hunger and uncertainty, as you gripped his thighs with your hands. 

Jungwon positioned himself behind you, dropping to his knees on the floor. His hands gripped your hips, yanking his pants and boxers down. The cool office air hit your slick folds all of a sudden, making you shiver, but then his cock nudged against your entrance, thick and insistent, and you whimpered.

“You’re gonna suck Jo off while I fuck you like a good little slut.” Jungwon nibbled at your ear, darting his gaze to Jo, “Isn’t she so pretty on her knees?” 

You looked up at Jo with pleading eyes as Jungwon's cock nudged at your entrance from behind, your hands gripping his thighs. Jo's gaze was intense now, his pupils dilated with lust as he took in the sight of you on your knees in front of him, completely under Jungwon's control.

“She is.” He chuckled, tone so unlike him, “She’s got such a pretty mouth.” His voice dripped with a lazy sort of dominance that made your pussy clench around nothing, “Bet all she wants to do is suck this cock like a good girl.”

You nodded frantically, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, catching the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there. He groaned, his head tipping back against the chair, fingers twitching but not touching you yet.

Jo smirked, his hand coming up to grip your chin. "Such a good girl," He purred, pushing his thumb into your mouth. "Letting us use you like our own personal fuck toy. I bet you loooove having both of our cocks inside you at once, don't you pretty girl?"

You moaned around his thumb, as Jungwon thrust into you from behind with one sharp push, burying himself to the hilt, your walls clenching around him as he filled you completely without any warning. You let out a strangled cry around Jo’s thumb which he slid out of your mouth and replaced it with his thick cock pushing into your throat. Inch by inch, you slid down, your mouth stretching around his girth, tongue pressing flat against the vein that pulsed hotly. 

"Fuck, you're so tight," Jungwon groaned, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You feel her?” 

"God she’s so beautiful," Jo laughed darkly, pulling your hair to angle your head back so he could look into your eyes. "Chokin’ on me like this, fuckkkk—she’s perfect."

Jungwon set a brutal pace from the start, his pelvis slapping against your ass with each drive, his balls tapping your clit rhythmically. The force rocked you forward onto Jo's lap, forcing you to take him deeper into your throat. 

“Yeah? You like that, baby?” Jo chuckled. 

You could only moan in response, your mouth too full of his cock to form words. Jo's hands came up to tangle in your hair, pushing you down further onto his shaft until your nose was pressed against his pelvis and you were gagging around him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to breathe, but the pain and humiliation only turned you on more, making your pussy clench around his cock.

“Look at her.” Jungwon thrusted savagely, cock swelling inside you, veins pulsing against your fluttering walls, “Pussy so fucking tight for us.”

The dual sensations overwhelmed you, Jungwon's dick pounding into your pussy, stretching and claiming you with every thrust, his fingers digging bruises into your hips; Jo's length sliding over your tongue, the musky taste of him flooding your senses as you worked him relentlessly. 

Your body moved between them like a conduit of pleasure, knees grinding into the carpet, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth. Jungwon's grunts filled the room, low and animalistic, his pace faltering as he chased his release. Not yet, he reminded himself. What sort of a man would he be if he let you cum this easy?

Jo's breaths came in ragged pants, his cock twitching in your mouth, swelling against your tongue. You felt the telltale throb, the way his thighs tensed under your palms—he was close too, teetering on the edge from your expert suction.

You sped up, slurping noisily, your hand wrapping around the base to stroke what your lips couldn't reach, twisting on the upstroke. But just as the coil tightened in your core, your pussy fluttering around Jungwon, he yanked you back by your hair.

With a wet schlick, his cock slipped free from your pussy, leaving you empty and aching, and he pulled your mouth off Jo's shaft just as a spurt of pre-cum leaked onto your tongue. You whimpered in protest, lips swollen and shiny, but Jungwon's grip was iron. 

“Not so fast.” Jungwon said, smirking at Jo’s whine, “On the floor, both of you. Now.”

Jo obeyed without hesitation, sliding off the chair and stretching out on the carpet, Jungwon pushed you forward, positioning you over Jo's hips. 

Your knees sank into the soft carpet on either side of Jo's waist, the rough weave biting into your skin as you hovered above him. His cock stood rigid against his stomach, slick from your earlier mouth work, the veins bulging and the head glistening with that denied pre-cum. Jo's eyes locked onto yours, wide and pleading, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. 

“You wanna show him how good this pussy feels?” Jungwon, knelt behind you, cock pressing against your ass, slick with your juices. 

You nodded, biting your lower lip as you gripped Jo's base, angling him toward your entrance. The tip nudged your folds, parting them easily since you were still soaked from Jungwon's earlier thrusts. 

Slowly, you lowered yourself, feeling the streeetchhh as his thickness breached you. He was thicker than you'd fully realized in the chair, your walls parting around him deliciously. Jo's mouth fell open in a silent moan, his hands flew to your waist, but he didn't dare move.

“S-So tight.” He muttered underneath his breath, locking his hazy eyes with yours.

When you bottomed out, your clit pressed flush against his pelvis, you paused to adjust, rolling your hips in a slow circle that ground him deeper. Jo's hands finally moved, hesitantly gripping your thighs, his thumbs stroking the lace edges of your panties still shoved aside.

His eyes fluttered half shut, as you leaned forward, bracing your palms on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart under your fingers. 

“My turn, yeah baby?” Jungwon said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air, “Gotta let you decide who you like better, pretty girl.”

He spat into his palm, rubbing it over your tight hole, then nudged the head in. He filled your ass with immense pressure, making Jo's cock feel even bigger inside your pussy. Hell, you’d taken his cock so many times before, but it felt even bigger now.

“Relax for me, doll.” Jungwon growled, one hand sliding around to your front, fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm circles to ease the intrusion. You did, pushing back against him, and he sank in steadily, the dual stretch turning the burn to a deep, throbbing ache of pleasure.

They were both buried to the root now, your body sandwiched between them on the office floor, the carpet rough against your knees. Jungwon started moving first, shallow thrusts into your ass that shifted you on Jo's length, creating friction that had you moaning filthy, filthy moans. If only HR could see you now.

“Move.” Jungwon gasped as he felt you squeeze the ever-loving life out of his cock, “Fuck her pretty little pussy while I take her pretty little ass.” 

Jo nodded frantically, his hips bucking up tentatively at first, then gaining confidence. They found a rhythm—one pulling out as one thrusted in, then reversing, their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall separating your holes. The sensation was overwhelming: fullness bordering on too much, every nerve alight, your clit grinding against Jo's pelvis with each dual push.

 “Fuck, she's gripping me so hard.” Jo chuckled, his head tipping back against the carpet, his grip on your thighs tightening, “Squeezing me like a fucking vice, baby.” 

Jungwon chuckled darkly, bottoming out in your ass with a final thrust that jolted you forward, forcing Jo's cock to nudge deeper inside. You rode the wave, hands braced on his chest, nails digging in as pleasure built anew. 

“Harder, Jo. Make this pretty slut feel it.” Jungwon ordered, slamming into your ass with a force that jolted you forward. Jo complied, thrusting up sharply, his cock hitting deep in your pussy, the head nudging your cervix. Sweat slicked your skin, nipples grazing Jo's chest through his half-unbuttoned shirt.

The contrast between them made your already fucked-out head spin. Jo was so fucking gentle with it, shallow lifts of his hips that ,matched your bonus, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy with wet thwop thwop thwops. Jungwon’s were sharper, more experienced, deep driiives into your ass that slapped his hips against your cheeks.

The friction built quickly, their lengths destroying your poor body, creating a pressure that had you moaning openly, your voice echoing off the office walls. You rode them like that, body undulating between the two men, sweat beading on your skin and trickling down your cleavage. Jo's shirt rode up, exposing his abdomen, and you raked your nails over it, leaving red trails that made him hiss. 

“Harder, Jo.” You whined, grinding down to take him fully on each descent. He obeyed, hips snapping up with more force, head of his cock battering your inner walls and hitting that spot that made the entire galaxy burst behind your eyelids.

“Look at him, baby.” Jungwon commanded, leaning over your shoulder to nip at your earlobe, “Tell him how much you love his cock.” His hand on your clit sped up, pinching and rolling the nub until your thighs quivered.

You opened your eyes slightly, catching Jo's gaze, his face flushed and eyes glassy. “Love it so much—” You panted, “God I love it so—fuck fuck oh god!” His response was a broken groan, his thrusts turning erratic, chasing the praise.

Jungwon shifted his angle, one hand bracing on Jo's thigh for leverage, and drove in deeper, the force pushing you down harder onto Jo. The carpet chafed your knees raw, but the pain only heightened the sensations, blending with the coil tightening in your belly. 

You reached back with one hand, tangling in Jungwon's hair to pull him closer, encouraging his rhythm. His free hand roamed up your side, cupping a breast and pinching the nipple sharply, twisting until you cried out. Jo mirrored him from below, his mouth latching onto your other breast, sucking the peak into wet heat, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

The dual assault on your body overwhelmed you—their mouths and hands claiming every inch of your shaking body, cocks pistoning in alternating strokes that left no part of you empty. Your pussy fluttered, walls spasming as orgasm approached, juices leaking down Jo's shaft to soak his balls. 

“‘m close.” You warned, voice high and desperate.

Jungwon bit your shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but just enough to leave a very visible mark, “What do you think? Should we let our pretty girl cum?” 

Jo chuckled breathily, his tongue releasing your nipple with a pop. “She’s been good enough. I think we can let her.” The room echoed with the obscene sounds: wet slaps of flesh, your gasps and their grunts, the creak of the floor beneath your writhing bodies, “You wanna cum for us, baby?” 

“Yes yes yes!” You cried out, feeling nothing other than a sense of absolute ecstasy, ‘Wanna cum so bad, please please pleeasee.”

“Go on then.” Jungwon said, “Cum for us like a good girl.”

The permission in his voice pushed you over. Your climax hit like a wave, crashing through you, pussy and ass contracting in waves that gripped them both. You screamed, body shaking, nails digging into his chest as euphoria ripped you apart.

Jo’s cock swelled inside you, hot spurts of cum flooding your pussy as he thrust up one last time, burying deep. 

“Fuck!” He cried, body arching off the floor. Jungwon held out a beat longer, pounding through your contractions until he slammed home, unloading into your ass with a guttural moan right from his chest, his fingers bruising your hip. Warmth spread from both ends, their releases mixing inside you, dripping out as they softened. They filled you completely, warmth spreading as you collapsed forward onto Jo's chest, all three of you panting in the afterglow.

You collapsed forward onto Jo's chest, his arms wrapping around you weakly, both of you slick with sweat. Jungwon eased out first, a trickle of cum following, then helped lift you off Jo, who lay boneless on the carpet, chest heaving. The three of you stayed tangled there for minutes, breaths syncing in the dim office light, the party's noise a distant reminder of the world outside.

“So….”

“Jungwon, do not start right now.” You warned him, lying on the carpet between them both, your body feeling like it was hit by a thousand daggers. 

“Well, this was your idea.” Jungwon said, closing his eyes and sinking into the floor, getting ready to dissociate from the rest of the world.

“I’m sorry what?” Jo said, turning his head to you, strands of hair falling into his face and framing it perfectly.

“Well what’s a girl supposed to do?” You laughed, “Just stand there while her hot piece of ass boss looks at her like that?” 

There was a pause. Jo propped himself up on his elbows and looked at you amusement in his eyes.

“How about a date then?” Jo asked, his gaze fixed on yours, “You wanted to know how I act outside the office right?” You blinked at him.

“You’re asking me out?” You said, like you needed to hear it again.

“Yes.” He chuckled awkwardly.

Jungwon slowly sat up. “I leave you two alone for fifteen minutes—”

“Jungwon.”

“I’ll shut up.”

“You’re sure?” Your lips curved slowly, disbelief melting into something warmer. “And this isn’t a panic response?” You teased lightly.

Jo’s mouth twitched. “Not at all.”

“Well,” You said, tilting your head at him, “I suppose I could clear my schedule.” You pushed yourself up fully, brushing imaginary dust from your hands as if buying time.

“Dinner on Friday then?”

"Dinner on Friday.” You agreed. For a second, neither of you moved, lost in each other’s gaze.

“Can I throw up now.” 

“I’ll throw a cactus at you Yang Jungwon.”

fin. 

Divider by @pixopix

He set his cup down on the glass table and crossed his legs. Sitting in a red velvet armchair, he looked like a therapist straight out of a movie. Was it a great first impression? you didn't exactly know either. 

On one hand, he looked trustful for sure. Maybe you've been watching way too many dramas with the same plot. A teenage girl has problems in school, then flashes to a few scenes with her therapist, who makes her realize that all she needs is love. And the girl is just like 'wait, yes' then just goes and dates the basketball captain. 

You wish it was easy like that. But you weren't in school anymore, and it was never really that easy for you. In highschool, quite literally you were the biggest loser in the world. Someone who even grimaced at the thought of someone loving her deeply, cause even the thought made you seem like it was a joke or something. 

Looking back, high school was the most horrible thing to happen to you. You had friends, but nobody was ever interested in you. And missing out on that well-known teenage romance was a hard pill to swallow, but you accepted your fate after a while.

Then, in your last year, it happened. The thing that you thought never would. Someone asked you out, and that someone was none other than Byun Eui-joo, one of the players of the local water polo team. Everybody knew him as EJ. 

He wasn't the most popular and known guy in the school, but he was for sure one of them big dogs. After all, he got a nickname, and not everybody was important enough to get a nickname. For example, you didn't get one. Never, from anybody.

So, after EJ asked you out, you obviously agreed right away. The first date was so awkward you would never go back to that again, but he was so giggly and cute that your heart nearly melted. Soon, you guys started dating.

But after five years, here you are in your freshly chosen therapist’s room, telling him all about EJ and how he's annoying you even more by every passing day. He's looking at you through his square glasses, and he would look intimidating if you would think deeper into it, but you are too carried away. Your words just flow out of your mouth like a waterfall, and someone finally listens. That's all you wanted, since your boyfriend is not capable of that. 

“That's interesting” The therapist looked down on his notes and flipped a page, looking like he would rather be anywhere than this room.

Your eyes nearly twitched “That's all? Interesting?” 

He looked up without lifting his head, eyes glancing up above his silver glasses. “Is this your first day here? In Hawaii”

You nodded your head “Yes. I just moved here, like two days ago, but we could call it my first day. I haven't had time to get out of my new house. There's too much unresolved stuff”

He hummed, and for a moment you swear you could feel his judgement. That can't be true, right? This is his job, he is supposed to listen.

“You are telling me that the first thing after you got out of your house was to go to a therapy session?”

You gulped. Well, if he worded it like that, it for sure seemed like fatal trouble. But you weren't desperate for answers. You just wanted good advice, or just anyone to listen to you. 

“I mean— I—” you stumbled over your words “I just can't take the arguments anymore. I need a solution”

He wrote something down, the silence in the room suffocating. The only sound being his pen as it chiseled into the paper was the most embarrassing thing you have experienced in a while. It made you think about what he could be writing. 

He turned his head to look outside on the big window that screeched from the room’s ceiling to the floor. The view was straight up amazing from the small room, the beach and the sea’s beautiful image seductively calling you to go down and dip into the water.

The whole session felt so odd. You were uncomfortable, and as the time kept passing and you kept glancing at the clock on the wall, you realized this is surely not how it was supposed to go. 

He wasn't even replying to you most of the times, he just scrabbled down stuff in his notebook like it was some fucking interview. 

You were about forty minutes into the session when you let out a sigh and let your back hit the backrest of the cushion. 

He glanced up from the notebook, eyes heavy on you. 

And before you could stop and think, the words slipped out of your mouth “Do you have a solution or any advice? Or should I walk out helpless?”

One more moment of silence. A big one. 

He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, since it began to slide down. Then, he lifted his chin up. “Yes, actually”

The words made your eyes widen slightly. You didn't think this session was going to end up anywhere. In fact, the past forty minutes seemed like you wasted it from your precious life. 

You sat up straight “And what is it?”

“Try a sport” 

You knitted your brows together in confusion. This was an answer you should’ve seen coming, just pure bullshit that doesn't make sense. 

As if he could read your mind, he began to explain. “I know what you think. But I’m not insane, I promise. We just have our things… different here. You said you came from Portland, right?”

You nod your head.

“You probably had a way more different life so far than you will living here. Look outside, it's so sunny, and happy, isn't it?”

You turn your head to the gigantic window you were just looking out on a few minutes ago. The beach life was still active, loads of people were in the water, or on the sand tanning. 

“Yes, it is” You agree.

“Have you ever tried any watersports?” He asks kindly, a subtle smile on his face now. Okay, that proves he may not be that bad after all. At least he doesn't look like a serial killer now. He should smile more.

You think it through, but you realize you don't have to think that much when you can barely even swim. “Not really” 

“Great!” He claps his hands together, pure excitement radiating from his expression “Now it's time, then.” He looks at the clock, then stands up to guide you out when he sees the one hour has passed.

“Sadly, our time is over” He says, and you stand up too to shake hands.

“Thank you, and I will take your advice” You say slightly bowing to show respect as you shake his hand. 

“It’ll help, trust me. I’m going to send you one of my friend’s social media pages, if that's okay. That man is an expert!” He even lets out a laugh, and you respond with a chuckle on your own too.

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Two days have passed since the therapy session with your new therapist, but you still haven't gotten that message. Honestly, you weren't even sure if he told you the truth or not. What if he just made that friend up in his own mind? He seems like the kind of person who would do that. 

You kept on wondering while standing in the kitchen, slicking up tomatoes for your and EJ’s lunch. It has been a while since you and him ate together, and you thought it might be a good idea to make his favorite dish for this special event. 

He wasn't home since he already found a job, though you moved in only a few days ago. When he stated that and you questioned him, he just said he already got the job when you lived in Portland. He just didn't tell you about it.

Typical EJ. Sometimes you catch yourself wondering: when did you ruin your relationship with him? But every time this crosses your mind, you shake the thoughts away.

Now there's a different thought that gets into your mind. Was it worth it to move to Hawaii? Will things work out with him? You wanted to believe that you moved here for fun, and to change the environment around you. But deep down, you knew the truth. Of course you did, because you and him talked about it. 

Because your old therapist told you on the couple therapy sessions every time. ‘Try a vacation. You don't have to move if it's not that bad… even a simple vacation could help’

Seems like it was that bad that you had to move. And that made your heart ache, every time you remembered his face, his emotionless face when he told you he thinks it could be the best if you move out of your hometown. You lived your whole life in Portland.

But EJ was the only boy who ever loved you, and you knew you can't lose him. Even if he doesn't feel anything. Even if you don-

The buzz of your phone on the countertop makes you get out of your head, the sudden sound scares you so bad that you accidentally cut your index finger with the sharp knife. 

You cuss, then look at the phone. 

+1 808 777 7777: Here's the guy I was talking about. 

LINK

Have a nice day!

You almost immediately drop the knife on the countertop to suck the flowing blood from your finger while with your left hand, you clumsily pick up the phone to open the message.

Opening the link your therapist sent you, even your breath stuck in your throat. You were expecting everything but this sight. 

A guy, probably around the same age as you, in his early twenties. His social media account didn't look like some millennial or a pr team made it. Instead, it was filled with pictures where he was with his friends, pictures of him, places he went to and stuff. Just like if he had a normal life. 

This wasn't shocking just as itself. The only thing that shocked you was that this therapist knew people like this. Cool people.

You scroll up back onto the top of the page to read his bio. There weren't many things written on it, only a few casual information like his age or what country he lives in. His email was also there, where you could contact him. What your eyes stopped on was the very top line.

Surf Instructor.

Your stomach twirled at the thought of standing on a surf board and riding waves. No. That was way too out of your comfort zone. Especially with this guy. He looked way too cool compared to you, he seemed someone that genuinely enjoyed living to the fullest. Someone who had zero insecurities or problems.

You just couldn't imagine yourself surfing with this man. Or even being by the beach with him, your body made yourself nearly throw up every time you glanced at it in the mirror. 

You stopped sucking on your finger for a moment, just to type back a message to your therapist quickly.

you: surfing? no

Short, but it says everything he needs to know. Maybe he might think you are being rude, but… who does he think he is, really? Yes, you are there to ask for advice but if he gives you something stupid like surfing, then he shouldn't be surprised at your reaction.

You don't even have time to put the phone down and continue chopping the tomatoes when it buzzes in your hand, a not so delightful message flashing on the screen.

+1 808 777 7777: Already booked an appointment for tomorrow 10 am. Be there, the guy’s schedule is way too tight. 

No way back now :) 

You scoff in anger, practically throwing the phone on the counter. It ends up in the tomatoes, but you don't even care about that. What the hell does this guy think? Just because he's a therapist he can't make decisions instead of you. 

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After many many internal fights with yourself, you decided that maybe, maybe he was right. This whole moving out is to test waters, which became… quite literal. Coming out of your comfort zone can be positive, right? You asked yourself this exact question and nothing else while you took the bus to the beach. 

Yesterday afternoon wasn't the most pleasant thing you've ever experienced. EJ came home pretty late, and the lunch you made became a dinner, but it also became cold and sticky. He didn't enjoy it, and he voiced it. 

You were about to cry yourself to sleep, because EJ probably had such a bad day at work. He just started at his new workplace, but it was already stressful for him and it was very obvious that he took the tension out on you with his constant remarks. 

Moving was a shit idea. Spending loads of money on a house in the beautiful Hawaii was a shittier idea. You should've stayed in the gloomy and crimeful Portland.

The sand got in your sandals, and it was pretty irritating having it stuck to your feet and having it between your toes, you couldn't care less about it. 

Your mind was already spiraling on lunch. You should be in the kitchen right now. It’s just a little bit past nine, but you should be already cooking. What if you don't have food on the table by the time EJ comes home?

Will he be mad? 

No, he will probably come home at night anyways. You have plenty of time today. A simple surf lesson won't hurt you or him. But if he finds out you found a therapist for yourself, now, that's a different story. That would mean the end of you. 

You looked over at the sea, the sun had just started coming up not so long ago, and its rays covered the top of the water, making it look like a golden bridge made out of veil. 

You get your phone out of your pocket and take a photo of it. Kind of a weird habit, but you always take pictures of everything you find pretty. Especially clouds. If it looks like something, your phone is already in your hand. 

You closed the camera app and the next thing you do is check the address your therapist sent you yesterday. You let your feet sink in the sand while you do it, your sandals fully covered in sand now. 

“Where the fuck…” You mutter when you type it in the maps application, but you waste no time and start walking again. His workplace was pretty far away from… everything.

You kept on walking anyways, and just a little bit before 10 am you approached the place you tapped in google maps. A house.

That's it. Nothing else. Far away from the other houses or the high skyscrapers. Just a small outcrop of sand that looked like a small island but still, it wasn't because it was connected to the beachside with sand and not water. 

The small island however looked like it was made for that house. A few palm trees were around it, and it was made out of mainly wood and bamboo. The roof was apparently made of reeds, but you weren't exactly sure. 

You attempted to walk closer, and as you approached, you realized this was probably where he actually lived. You could sneak a glance at the inside of the house since the windows were pretty big and there wasn't any glass or curtains that would cover up the sight, just a mosquito net, and it looked like a real home. 

“Hey!” A kind voice came from behind your back just as you were about to go closer to the bamboo house, and it made you immediately turn around.

Just like that, you were facing the boy you’ve seen in the photos. In real life size, he looked way cooler than in those photos. His hair was red, even though in some of the photos it was either bleached or black. It all suited him, but seeing it red in real life made you sure that it was absolutely the best choice to dye it.

Suddenly, you felt tight in your own skin. Too big in your clothes. Too small next to him, but that behavior screamed pick me. You never understood the girls in high school who always complained how ‘small’ they feel. But now, you got it.

You swallowed hard, trying to erase the weird tug in your stomach. Feeling anxious when meeting next people was normal for you, but it was never this bad. It might be because it's just you and him. 

He reached out his hand, gesturing you to shake it as an introduction. You did it, mumbling your name with a nearly trembling voice. 

“Nicholas Wang” He said it back, his voice way more firm than yours. “Nice to meet you”

“Yeah, nice to meet you too” You tried to smile too, but failed miserably.

“So,” He clapped his hands together and looked you up and down “welcome to my place. I guess I should show you around a little bit. You seem nervous”

Your body stills at the call-out, but you don't say anything. What happened? Where’s your voice? You are supposed to spend the next two hours with this man, who is, let's just say… nevermind.

You nod your head and follow him as he gestures the way with a head tilt. 

First, he takes you next to the house. There's a small garage or something like that. It’s like his house, but a smaller version. You didn't even see it at first. He opens up the door, and you are faced with a bunch of surfing boards. 

“This is where I keep my work stuff” He explains “You can choose which one you want” He smirks down at you, but you just glance at his face for a moment. 

When you finished looking around, he closed the door. “Are you nervous?” 

You swallow again, feeling like your legs are about to give up at any moment. So fucking embarrassing. “I- a little bit, maybe. I've never been to a… instructor, to be honest” you giggle, but it has no humor to it.

Instead of laughing, he nods like he agrees or something. “Oh, I get it. But you need to loosen up. I hope I can reach that” 

He smirks and gives a pat to your shoulder, and you smile back too, even though you feel the apples of your cheeks get red. 

You look at the bamboo house, the question not leaving your head. You even decide to voice it out “Do you live here?” 

He nods proudly “Yes, I built the house actually. I used to live here with my friends but they moved away eventually” 

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The waters were pretty calm today, and it was not too sunny. It definitely wasn't on the level where your whole body felt like burning after being in the sun for more than five minutes. 

After around one hour into the lesson, there were more things you could take important notes of. First of all, therapists are right, even when it seems like they don't know what they're doing. They do. Coming out of your comfort zone can be nice, actually, fantastic, you just need to find the right way to do so.

Second, Nicholas is a good talker. This might be because he is a professional surfing instructor, but he knows how to talk to people. You loosened up after forty minutes, and you definitely wasn't feeling as anxious as before. 

One thing for sure, he might look super ‘cool’ in photos, and he is in real life too. But that doesn't purposely mean that he will judge you in your swimming suit, even if you cried over it last night. He also doesn't care about how your hair sits on the top of your head. He is a surfing instructor, a teacher after all. You are not here to make friends.

“You already do so good, y/n!” He praises, watching you lay on the surfing board and swimming with your hands. “If you keep being so good, we might reach the point where you stand up next lesson” 

“Already? Isn't that too soon?” You ask, genuinely shocked. 

He shakes his head, his wet strands of hair flying around his head “Nope. I'm actually not joking, you are one of the best students I’ve gotten”

You tilt your head, swimming closer to where he was sitting on his board. “Do you say this to every single one of your students, or am I special?” 

He lets out a small giggle, dropping his head “No, I don't. You really are special. I guess” 

“Wow, I'm honored” You sit up on your board, now being about one metre far away from him. 

For a moment, he just stares at you. You look down, taking a deep breath. “I can't believe you live like this” 

He widens his eyes, the sentence probably catching him off guard. “What? Like how?”

“I don't know” You shrug “So…Calm. Your life is peaceful. You live right next to the sea, you have always been living here and I don't know. It makes me jealous.”

He laughs awkwardly again, hopping off of the board. The two hours had passed and it was time to get out of the water. You couldn't even believe the lesson was already over. 

“Jealous?” Is all he says. 

You gulp as you step out on the beach, sand sticking to your feet. You don't know what to say exactly. Nicholas seems like such an interesting person with an interesting life. While all you do is cook for your boyfriend who doesn't even come home, just sometimes. The worst thing is that you will probably marry that man. No, actually, the worst thing is that you are attached to him. You can't leave him, he has filled up your life ever since your teenage years. 

“Can I be honest?” 

He looks at you, rather concerned and scared than funny like how he looked the whole session. But he nods, and that's all you care about.

“I feel like I want to know everything about you and your life” 

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two weeks later

EJ comes home way sooner than he usually does, and that kind of catches you off guard. He texted you saying you don't have to prepare any lunch. That's another thing that catches you off guard. 

But that meant you had time. You used that time to go to a surfing lesson. In the past two weeks, you went almost every day if not every day. You weren't sure about the stuff that your therapist said about Nicholas having a ‘tight schedule’ cause somehow when you texted him ‘can i come now?’, he always replied with yes.

That's how it went today too. EJ texted you that he will come home at two pm. He sent the message at eight am.

You went to Nicholas straight away. 

You weren't exactly sure why you were enjoying this whole sport thingy so much. The surfing part didn't even excite you that much. It was probably the easiest sport of all the time, but Nicholas kept praising you about how good you were compared to others. And that made you feel special.

Nicholas was your teacher, but it felt like with all the meet ups every day that you guys have become friends by now. 

The best thing was that you and him could talk about anything. You were keeping it professional and you didn't talk about private life, but everything going on in the world, or just casual stuff. It felt refreshing.

And sometimes, lately, the time you were spending together wasn't purposely surfing lessons. Sometimes he just invited you inside his bamboo house, and you talked. Drank wine. Okay, that only happened once. But it still happened.

You went to him again like always, and you were sitting on his couch, next to each other. You talked the time away quickly. It passed so fast that you didn't even realize that it was already half past two. 

“I’m just saying! The red looks amazing” You say, twirling a strand of his red dyed hair with your index finger. It had already faded out and became somewhat pink, but it still looked good. “Or, hear me out. Pink. Make it pink” 

“Nah, I don't think that's a good idea” He shakes his head, keeping his eyes on you. “It wouldn't suit me”

“It would, what do you mean?” You say, completely protesting against him “Pink is literally the best color. Like, ever”

He chuckles “Fuck no. I still think my blonde era was the best. But pink… it would look good on you” He added, scanning your face with his eyes. 

You look down, dropping your hand from his hair to your own lap. Sometimes he complimented you, even if they were just small compliments like this, and it felt… well… you felt something. It felt good. But nothing more. 

“Thanks…” You mumbled under your breath. 

Nicholas laughed and dropped his hand on your knee. “Did I make you flustered? My bad” 

Your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket, and it isn't a message. It keeps buzzing, meaning someone is calling you. And that someone can't be other than… fuck. 

You pull your phone out of your pocket with the speed of light, looking at the flashing name on the screen. 

“ej🩷”

Obviously. Who else. Your eyes fly to the time on the top of the screen: 14:34 

Fucking hell. You totally forgot about him coming home earlier for some fucked up reason. Nicholas looks at you with a worried expression, muttering a “What?” when you stand up and rush out of his house.

You mumble a sorry before stepping out and swiping up the green button, ready to get scolded. It happens as you expect.

“Where the hell are you?”

“I can be wherever I want to. It's none of your business, EJ”

“What? You are MY girlfriend and I told you to be home. I prepared you a fucking gift! Of course you had to ruin it”

You speed up with your steps, nearly stumbling as the sand keeps getting into your sandals. “I swear to fucking God, I’m not some home wife…”

“Well, I was about to make you one! And —” 

The rest of the sentence is a blur, you barely even let the words you heard sink in. Make you one? If that means… 

“Make me one?” You stop your steps.

“Yes, fucking hell. I was about to take you out on a fancy ass date so you don't have to fucking cook. And then, I wanted to ask you to be my wife” 

You press the red button and put the phone down. This can't be fucking real. For a few moments, you stand still, feet rooted in the sand, the only sound you hear is the sea and the thoughts in your head going wild.

You don't want to go back there. You want to stay here, because it is so calm. Not like him. He is so aggressive. Why would he want to marry you? 

It's probably not even his idea. He would never take you out on a date, those days are over. There are big chances that it was his passive aggressive mother who told him to do this whole thing. They've been wanting him to have a wife and children for so long. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, anxiety spiking up in your whole body as you continue to walk to the bus stop. You are not ready to have children, you can't have children. Not now. It's just not ideal. Especially not with EJ. You believe his whole family is cursed, and you definitely don't want to pass down those cursed energies to your children. 

The thought makes you want to throw up. The thing is that, if someone was about to ask you about your opinion on this about three weeks ago, maybe you would’ve said yes. 

But you forgot to mention something in the important notes thing. 

Nicholas was the perfect man. You knew this from the moment you looked at his pictures. He looked perfect. But when you met him, yes, you did feel anxious, but it wasn't just that. You haven't felt that feeling in a long time.

The last time you felt that was in highschool, when EJ asked you out. It was a long while ago. EJ wasn't able to make you feel like that since that. 

But every time you are with Nicholas… There's something. It feels like he made you less attached to EJ and his toxic family.

You know you can't think about this right now. You have to go home, maybe make EJ less furious with something, his favorite meal? Just get his mind off of the marriage. You would even have sex with him right now. If it takes his mind off of it, you would do it.

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Your hands are straight up trembling when you put the key into the door, opening it as silently as you possibly could. 

But as you step in and look forward, you find EJ looking at you while he stands in front of the kitchen island, leaning back on it with his arms crossed.

“Where the fuck were you, y/n?” He asks, voice low.

“Nowhere” You simply reply, suddenly feeling your ego spike up.

He pushes himself away from the counter and makes his way to you. “Fucking answer me”

“I answered”

EJ runs a frustrated hand through his hair, putting his hands on his hips. “I just… I really wanted this day to go well and you ruined it for me, babe.” 

“Really? Are you fucking kidding me right now, EJ? Do you know how many days you ruined for me? I've been standing in this kitchen for days to make you fucking lunch, and you don't even appreciate it. You never do.” It takes you so much courage, but you say your thoughts out. You were always the one who got silenced in this relationship, and you are feeling brave today anyways. “Suddenly, you want me to be your wife?”

He audibly gulps, his Adams apple moving down and up. “Yes. We have been together since high school, and...”

“It doesn't fucking matter. You ruin me, EJ. You…I…” You broke down, feeling the tears coming to your eyes. Fuck, no, you can't let yourself cry. Not in front of him. 

“I ruined you?” He raises his voice, now it sounds threatening “I saved your teenage years. Come on, Fuma told me you were always barking about how much you wanted a boyfriend. I thought i would ask you out, so you would fucking stop complaining to my friend all the fucking time”

Your heart drops. He never actually wanted you. It was all an act. It all sets into place now. He never actually wanted to ask you out, he did it so his friend (who was also your friend at the time) won't hear about your problems. 

You simply turn around, forcing yourself not to fall to the ground and cry. You simply turn around, so you don't shout at him and send him back to his mother's pussy. You simply turn around, and walk out. You run down on the stairs of the flat before he could chase you, but no, he would never do that. It's clear now. He wouldn't go after you. 

And he doesn't.

You know where you want to go right away. And you don't even question where your feet take you, right to the bus stop. You step on the floor of the bus numbered as 303. You still don't question. You feel like you finally know what you want.

However, you can't stop the tears falling from your eyes as you sit down next to the window. You don't even try to stop them, you know it would be impossible.

The bus is quiet, no one looks at you, everybody just stands or sits there boring their face onto their phone’s screen. You look outside, admiring the way the sun’s rays fall onto the water. 

It takes twenty minutes to get there. After that, comes the walk you hate so much. Half an hour. Finally, you approach the familiar bamboo house, kind of feeling exhausted from the walk. You and Nicholas for sure grew closer, but you can't help but feel a twist in your stomach. He is your surf instructor. He wasn't your friend, even if it seemed like he was. Or was he? You never talked about private things. Life things.

Despite the hesitant feeling in your feet, and the little voice in your head that told you to turn around and walk back, say yes to EJ and have children with him, you took a step.

Then you decided to not think anymore. Your life is fucked up anyways. In the next minute you found yourself knocking on the bamboo door. Nicholas opened it right away.

“y/n?” he asks, eyebrows going up in surprise. Usually, when you come to his house for a non appointment, you always text him first, but that doesn't happen now. 

“Sorry for bothering you” You try to sound normal, but you can't help the small shake that gets into your voice when you talk. “I just-” you lower your head, avoiding eye contact.

Nicholas steps closer, lifting up your chin to make you look at him “Hey, you are not bothering me” his voice softens.

You look up at him, feeling your eyes getting wetter by each second. His eyes are filled with genuine concern and softness, something that you’ve never seen on him before. He was always soft, but he kept it so professional that you could feel: there was a line that you couldn't cross with him. 

Now, that line seemed to blur, even if just a little. “Can I come in?” You insist shyly, and he immediately nods and stands out of the doorway so you could get in.

You go to his dark brown couch and lay down, practically throwing yourself onto the mattress and burring your head onto one of the soft pillows.

He stands by the kitchen, leaning his back against the counter and crossing his strong arms in front of his chest, making his forearm muscles flex.

Nicholas scans you with his eyes, looking at you laying on his couch and watching as you turn around from your stomach to your back, so you can see him since the kitchen and the cushion was placed across both sides of his house in front of each other. 

As you look at him, you notice that he has changed since you went back to EJ. When you were last here, he was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt, but now he's wearing grey sweatpants instead of jeans. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks, keeping his voice firm but soft at the same time. 

You shrug and bite down your lower lip. Should you? Is it a good idea to talk about this to your teacher? You think it through quickly, but then you realize Nicholas is basically your only friend here in Hawaii. You really don't have anyone else now.

You bob your head.

“So what's up?” He asks casually, turning around so he can get a glass of water for you. “Who called you earlier and why are you all messy now?”

You run your hands through your hair at that, fixing it. “I don't even know how to tell you”

He hands you the glass of water and sits down next to you on the couch, turning his body sideways so he faces you while his arm rests on the back of the sofa. “Just tell me” He shrugs.

“Okay, so…” you began, looking down to gather your thoughts “I already told you why I moved here. Halfly.”

What you told him was less than half of your story. Yes, your father did die and it was a hard pill to swallow. You don't know why, but it was easier to tell him that rather than telling him about your boyfriend. The truth is that your dad died when you were thirteen. That was not recently.

“But there's another thing. My boyfriend, so, my boyfriend and I have problems lately.” That was another white lie. Not just lately, you have been having problems since forever. Now that you know he never actually liked you was even harder. 

He nods, like he understands. It makes your courage come back. “We went to a couple therapist, and he told us to move. He told us that if we move, the new environment would make our problems look smaller or something like that… Bullshit.”

A subtle smirk was playing on his face, but he didn't say anything. “We moved and long story short, he just told me he wants to marry me.”

A silent moment. 

“Oh” Nicholas’s body stills “And that's a problem because…?”

“Because we have been doing nothing, just arguing all the time, Nicholas! He doesn't even come home. But his mother is a passive aggressive bitch, and she probably wants him to have children so she can be a grandma”

“Damn, that's fucked up” He lets out a sigh, putting his hand on your knee to caress it as reassurance. 

Your gaze slips to his hand, and you are hesitant but decide to ask the question that sat on your tongue ever since you stepped in. “Can I sleep here?”

Nicholas doesn't even flinch, he nods right away. “Yes” after a silent beat, he adds “But…”

You sigh, already knowing what's going to come. He will deny you for some stupid reason, or will say that you have to go home at seven am.

Just like he could read your mind, or expression, he says “I’m sorry y/n. But I’m going to Los Angeles with my friends tomorrow. There's a surfing camp and a bunch of kids are waiting for us and-”

“I can go too” You say suddenly, making his eyes widen “I mean, If you want me to, I wasn't being disrespe-”

“Actually, yeah” He nods in agreement “Why not? You can come too”

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You thought the night by Nicholas is going to be somewhat awkward for multiple reasons. First and foremost, you still have a boyfriend! You keep reminding yourself that when you bore into his eyes too much, but fuck, his fault for being so damn good at having eyes. 

Then, you remember that he is still your teacher. Actually, this even slipped out of your mouth yesterday. You aren't sure what was the topic, but you added ‘who am I to expect an advice from you, you are just my teacher’

Now, that was something you weren't meant to say. But he just laughed it off and told you he actually is your friend now, not just a teacher. That made your heart drop to your stomach.

Nicholas is way too sweet with you, and you are not used to this. EJ was never this soft. You couldn't help but start comparing the two to each other last night, as you watched Nicholas drift to his dreams.

The next day you woke up to the smell of pancakes. You haven't eaten pancakes since you moved out from your mother, even though it was your favorite breakfast. 

You also came to the realization pretty quick that you didn't pack clothes. Nicholas offered to give you his, and you gladly accepted his offer. 

Now you were standing in the middle of Honolulu airport with packed bags, trying to figure out which one is your flight and where are Nicholas's friends.

You looked at the board on the top of the wall with a slightly tilted head. “Why are there so many take-off runways? I swear to god there are at least five different letters and ten numbers”

“Right? So unnecessary” Nicholas agreed. 

You set your gaze at your ticket again, checking what was the number and letter you were looking for. P7. The randomly chosen letters didn't help the situation, because tell me who the hell would choose P, B and Y as runway letters?

You were very close to crashing out to Nicholas about this when you heard a yell calling his name from afar. Nicholas and you both jolted your head towards the sound, and you spotted two people with luggages approaching you.

When they reached you, they both hugged Nicholas. You weren't exactly sure if these were the friends he talked about earlier, but they for sure looked like close friends.

Then, the one in the front turned towards you. He was shorter than Nicholas, around the same height as you, maybe a few centimeters taller. His hair was cherry red, just like Nicholas's. He looked like he was some kind of porcelain doll, suddenly you couldn't help but ask yourself how can someone be this beautiful.

He gave you a subtle smile and reached out his arms for a hug. “Hi, I’m Harua” he introduced himself when you both let go, and now you weren't scared to give him a smile too. 

“Hello, I’m y/n” 

“Nice to meet you, y/n” the guy behind Harua speaks, giving his hand out for you to shake it.

He looks way stronger than the other guy, and he is as tall as Nicholas. He wears a sleeveless top and his biceps are showing off pretty much. He has sunglasses on, but you could still see how his facial features were stronger than Harua's or Nicholas's, his jawline was way sharper. His hair was dyed cotton candy pink, which balanced his strong features. 

He shook your hand firmly “I’m Maki”

The next twenty minutes were spent looking for the flight, getting on the flight and casual inspections. Harua and Maki were seated next to each other, while you and Nicholas were sitting on the other side of the row. He let you sit next to the window, too. 

You were more than nervous before the takeoff. You sat on a plane before, but it was always such a stressful and overwhelming experience for you. You chew on your lips until it bled, tasting your bitter blood on your tongue. At least it distracted you a little bit.

“Are you okay?” Nicholas leaned closer and whispered as he squirmed in his seat, finding the right position to sit in.

“Yeah, just a little nervous” You mumble back, not looking at him.

A few moments later you feel a warm hand touching yours, fingers intertwining with yours. Your eyes widen and you look down at your hand, watching as Nicholas's much bigger palm covers it. The plane began to move, and you froze in your seat. Nicholas caresses the side of your hand slightly, his thumb brushing over the skin. 

After the plane was in the air, your body calmed down, but Nicholas didn't let go of your hand for the whole five hours while you got to Los Angeles. 

It was way hotter there than it was in Honolulu. You just walked down on the stairs of the plane, and you were already sweating everywhere. Suddenly, you felt jealous of Nicholas and his friends, because they decided they come in sleeveless tops unlike you. 

A short sleeve tight T-shirt will be embarrassing in a few minutes, and right now you don't even have deodorant with you. Great.

“Jeez” Maki scoffs, putting back his sunglasses on his face as you got down on the ground from the plane and got your bags. “So fucking hot”

“It's the ground radiating the hotness” Nicholas replies “It won't be this hot on the beach” he puts on sunglasses too.

He threw his leather jacket over his shoulder, and the four of you began to walk out of the airport. The camp is not so far away from the airport, and you decide that it would be the cheapest solution if you would walk there. Maki and Nicholas walk in the front to show the way, chatting about some surfing stuff while you and Harua walk behind them.

The first few minutes pass in silence, both of you being too scared to speak. Then, he suddenly turns his head to you. 

“Are you, like, his girlfriend?” Harua asks shyly, keeping his voice low so Nicholas and Maki don't hear him, even though they're deep into their own conversation.

You jolt your head towards him, breath hitching in your throat all of sudden. “What?” you chuckle awkwardly “No, why would I be? I'm just one of his students”

“Oh” Harua says, genuinely dumbfounded “He usually doesn't bring his students to trips like this” he shrugs his shoulders.

“Does he bring his girlfriends?”

“Not really” He says while opening up his handbag and pulling a chocolate bar out of it “We never meet his girlfriends. I wouldn't even call them his girlfriends, they're usually one night stands or situationships” 

This new information hit you like a sucker punch, right in the stomach. You never expected Nicholas to be a guy like that, but honestly it made your mind light up. It felt like… you got curious. You couldn't help but ask more.

“Seriously? He never introduced them to you guys? Then how do you know they existed? I mean the one night stands” 

Harua let out a sarcastic chuckle, followed with a huff “Come on, we are men at the end of the day” he looked at you, but seeing the confused expression on your face, he explained “He brags about them quite a lot. Nicholas is like that. You don't really know him, I assume. How long have you been his student?”

You gulp, trying to remember the date you moved to Hawaii. 

“For around… three weeks, I guess. But we have lessons every day”

“I see” He takes a bite from the chocolate bar then wipes his mouth with the back of his palm “Every day? That's kinda crazy” he side-eyes you “But congratulations, you are officially his longest…” he doesn't finish the sentence, just keeps walking and eating his chocolate bar “Nevermind” he brushes off.

The topic fades into nothingness, but it stays in your mind. You might be a little delusional for overthinking this, but for now you don't even know where to put the things Harua just said. 

Soon, the four of you approach the camp by the beach and you put your thoughts away for a little while. 

Maki looks back at you and Harua excitedly “Wow, it's a big one!”

“So many children too,” Nicholas adds, patting Maki’s chest.

They were the type of people who genuinely enjoyed their job, and that gave you a warm feeling. You don't see this often in today's environment. 

As you got closer to the gate, you came across a security guard. Nicholas did his part of the work and talked with the guard, while you, Maki and Harua started looking inside. 

“Come on guys” Nicholas gestured for you and the guard opened the gate, letting you in. 

The view of the camp amazed you, you didn't even know where to look. There were small wooden houses lined up along the shore, and gravel paths were built between the houses. It was so modern, especially for a camp. 

Suddenly, a woman came up to you, the biggest smile on her face. “Nicholas! Maki! Harua! Nice to meet you guys again. It was a pleasure last time too” She bowed slightly. Then, her eyes set on you. “Oh! I didn't know you have a plus one”

“Nicholas has a plus one” Maki corrected, but Nicholas hit his forearm playfully.

Her smile faltered for a moment, but it lightened up again when she realized. “It’s no problem! You guys are going to be in two bed houses anyways. At least Nicholas will have company” She winks at Maki, who chuckles slightly.

You feel your ears burn with embarrassment, and you are glad your hair covers it at this moment. You wouldn't want any of them staring or picking at you for this. 

The lady then turns on her heels and begins to walk quickly, the guys and you following her closely as she talks about the story of the camp and other probably not so interesting stuff like that. However, Nicholas seems to walk a little slower, matching your pace in the back.

“I'm sorry” He apologizes, though you don't know why “I forgot to tell her. I shouldn't have pushed you in an embarrassing situation” 

“It’s okay, really” You nod and give him a tight smile. If he was such a player as Harua described him, then why was he so soft with you? He apologized for the smallest things. 

You step into one of the wooden houses, where the woman says you should go in. It probably looks like the other ones. It’s almost a perfect square, with a small kitchen next to the door, two beds by the two walls on opposite sites and a small bedside table under the window in the middle, on the opposite wall from the door.

You throw your luggage on the bed and sit down next to it. Damn, it’s hard as fuck. Sleeping will be a problem, you are already sure about that. You glance out of the room through the window. Nicholas definitely wasn't right about it being less hot on the beach than in the airport. The sun beamed down by the sea, not a single cloud was in the sky. You assume it was good for the teachers though, a weather like this is better for teaching swimming and surfing than raining.

At a soft click of the door you turn your head, seeing Nicholas step in after he talked with the woman. He gives you a soft smile, walking closer awkwardly. 

“So, what's the plan?” You ask, breaking the silence.

Nicholas sits down on his bed across from yours, in the same line as you so you two face each other.

“Today we get to know the kids, just basic introduction and maybe a little bit of swimming” He begins, fidgeting with the sheet next to him “Tomorrow, we begin the hard work and practice surfing. But they'll have a break too. So nothing serious” He shrugs.

You nod, taking his words in. Two days at the camp is not a big thing after all, even though you would like to spend more time here. With Nicholas. 

You find yourself looking him up and down, eyes tracing the way he has his head leaned back towards the wall, and the way his Adams apple moves up and down as he gulps tightly. When you look back into his eyes, he’s looking at you.

You squirm in your place, feeling the tension in the room rise up as none of you say any words.

After a few silent moments, Nicholas breaks the silence, head still bumped back onto the wall “Can I ask you something?”

You nod, letting out a hum.

He licks his lips, unsure if he should ask it or not, but he decides it's the best to communicate. “Why didn't you tell me about your boyfriend earlier?”

The question was expected, but you don't have an exact answer. “I don't really know” You say, pulling your gaze off of him and dropping it to the ground “I guess I just didn't want you to know about him”

Nicholas hums, getting up from the bed. “Why?”

“Why are you asking questions like these?” You chuckle, kind of more out of embarrassment than from humor.

He looks back, his eyes dark but he doesn't say anything for a moment. “I'm just curious about why would he argue with someone like you”

He slips into his Adidas shoes then kneels down to tie the laces. 

“Someone like me?” you echo his words, confused.

“Yes” his voice is firm “Someone like you. I mean, you have everything in you a guy could dream of” He stands up and looks back once, but before you could say anything he opens the door and slips out of the house just like he was never there.

A soft click, and the door closes.

Your eyes are fixed on the floor, trying to take his words in. You feel the heat rising up into your cheeks, making them as red as a tomato.

You drink a glass of water before you go after him to the beach, where the kids are already split up in three different groups. One with Harua, one with Maki and one with Nicholas. One group consisted of about ten kids, and you only realized you didn't know what to do when you fully approached them.

The woman you spoke to earlier ran to you when she saw you standing there all alone and told you to sit down on one of the wooden chairs by the bar not so far away from the place Nicholas and his friends were teaching.

You followed her to the bar, and did as you were told so, watching the boys as they were explaining.

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The day passed by pretty fast, but it wasn't a huge surprise since you arrived at the camp quite late in the morning and they could only do the surfing lesson until the sun went down. After that, the wind’s strength rose up and the waves were too big for beginner surfers — kids — to ride.

However, the three guys were watching those waves with awe, feeling disappointed that they couldn't get in the water and ride them.

“Fucking hell, they're so big now” Maki commented, looking out the window like he was a footballer looking at the world cup.

Harua sipped from his beer and made a satisfied sound. “You better stop looking at them, I stopped too because it straight up hurts” 

Maki nods “You are right” he put one of his hands on his chest dramatically, like he was grasping onto his pearls “It hurts” he sniffs jokingly, then turns around from the window and sits down on the floor in front of Nicholas's bed, across from you and Harua who were sitting next to each other in front of your bed.

“When is he coming…” Harua muttered, looking at the door and expecting Nicholas to burst into the room with fresh cans of beer and a card game at any given moment.

“I don't know but now I'm getting bored that I can't watch the waves” Maki picks up Harua's glass and takes a sip from the only glass of remaining beer. 

“Hey!” Harua snitches from him right away, getting on all fours so he can reach the glass.

Maki just laughs, then makes eye contact with you “y/n, suggest a topic or something. I bet you have a lot on your mind”

You raise your brows “A lot in my mind? What do you mean exactly?”

Maki gives a knowing look to Harua, then chuckles playfully, a boyish smile plastered on his lips “Come on, you know what I mean”

He tsks when you don't answer just give him a confused look. 

“You and Nicholas” He explains, and your eyes drop to the ground. “See! that's what I'm talking about” He points it out. “You become all awkward when it comes to him”

You were never an extroverted person, and you felt like you acted awkward with everyone all the time, that's why you didn't have many people to understand you, but this time Maki could read you perfectly. Was he some psychiatrist in his last life?

“Are you guys dating?” He asks again, desperate for answers.

“No, we are not” You shake your head, looking up at him.

“...But you wish” Maki smiles mischievously, and you kick him playfully.

You open your mouth to say something, but the door opens and Nicholas steps in with a bag in one hand and a small pack of cards in his other one.

“That lady was selfish as fuck” Nicholas says, out of breath “She didn't want to give me all the beers”

“Nicholas!” Maki says, nearly yells, like he's celebrating his friend “We were just talking about you”

Nicholas's eyes shift to you for a moment, then back onto Maki’s “Really?”

“Yeah” Maki nodded, sliding a little bit sideways so Nicholas could sit down next to him on the floor. 

Nicholas looks at you again, but his expression is unreadable to you. He's still just as mysterious to you as he was before. His friends have been talking about him, but you still can't see him as the person they portrayed him as.

He brought the card game UNO, which was one of your childhood games. You were glad that you didn't have to go through the painful journey of explaining the rules to you or anyone else, cause that would've taken forever, given that you never understood the rules at first.

Harua opens up a can of beer for everyone while Nicholas shuffles the cards in his hands. 

“Did you guys say beautiful things about me while I was away?” He asks while giving the cards to everyone.

“Yes, of course.” Maki takes a sip, this time from his own beer “I could only say good things about you, Nicho” 

Nicholas chuckles sarcastically “Right”

Maki lets out a hum “By the way” He kisses his teeth, setting his can down “I was just about to get on with talking about your sex life when you stepped in, man.”

The suddenly blurted out words makes your jaw almost drop, you start coughing on the beer. Harua immediately reaches to your back, patting it. 

“Why would you do that?” Nicholas asks him when you were done coughing and they made sure you were okay and not dying. 

Maki tilts his head “You would do it too if it was me”

It felt like listening to a private conversation, you could tell that Maki and Nicholas were way closer than they were with Harua, because he hasn't said any words in the past half an hour in this conversation. Just like you. 

“No, I absolutely wouldn't. Because I’m a good friend” Nicholas smirks at the boy beside him.

“Okay, well” Maki shrugs, pulling the glass to his lips “We all know you want to get y/n laid, I just wanted to prepare her. With words, obviously” 

You are glad there wasn’t any beer in your mouth, because right now you would surely be coughing and choking from it. Nicholas stops looking at his cards and glances at you, getting embarrassed at Maki’s words. 

For a moment, a very small moment, his whole body stills and his shoulders tense. But after, he drops them like nothing happened and ends up chuckling. “Y/n knows nothing about my sex life” he says casually.

Maki’s eyes drift to you, a mischievous glint in them “She would like to find out things about it though” 

“That's true” Harua joins the conversation in the worst way possible, taking a sip from his own beer. “She was asking stuff from me before”

You bury your face in your palms, absolutely speechless by their sudden bluntness. You are not sure if they're like this all the time or is it just the beer.

“Uno” Nicholas says firmly, throwing a red two at the top of the deck. 

“The way you talk about me is really concerning” you comment, looking at your cards. Fuck, you only have blue. You take up one.

“It's not our fault you are being obvious” Harua answers, putting down one of his five cards in his hands. “But this goes to Nicholas too. Seriously, you thought we would let the fact slide that you never introduced any girl to us?”

Nicholas smiles and bites down his lip, dropping his last card after Maki takes up one from the deck “I won” he ignores what Harua said, and stretches his arms above his head.

Harua rolls his eyes and stands up, beer can in his hands. “It's getting late. There will be a bunch of screaming children around me tomorrow, so I should use my time out and sleep.” he states “Maki, you are coming too” He demands, and Maki stands up and follows him out right away.

They leave the house, and suddenly it becomes all silent when the lock clicks. You and Nicholas stay on the floor across from each other, only about one metre between you. 

He looks at you with a straight face, his eyes dark again, just like they were when he said that thing about you being every guy's dream. 

“How many girlfriends have you had before?” You ask him, kind of all of a sudden. 

The question doesn't make him flinch, he doesn't take his eyes off of you either “I don't know. I only remember one”

“You don't know?”

“I had girls but they weren't really my girlfriends” 

You knew exactly what he meant by this, the things Harua told you at the airport flashes into your mind.

“What's your boyfriend's name?” He asks back.

You swallow hard. “EJ”

The thought of him makes you overly uncomfortable, especially now, in this… moment with Nicholas. Even the way he looks at you, he looks so possessive you could bear the sight of this every day. You squirm in your place, your jeans getting uncomfortable.

Nicholas's eyes trace down your neck to your chest, then back onto your face. He gulps, then says “EJ… What a disgusting name”

You couldn't help but chuckle at that, and he cracks a smile too. “Do you want to… tell me more about him?” He asks, suddenly getting shy.

You bob your head anyways. You weren't that vulnerable, but with Nicholas it was so easy. Too easy. You could tell him everything, and this went vice versa.

“What do you want to know?” You ask, fidgeting with the edge of your shirt.

He looks up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking. Then, when he gets the idea, he smirks at you “Do you guys do it?”

You knit your eyebrows. “What?”

He shifts, leaning a bit closer to you so he can whisper. “You know… You said he wants children and stuff”

You shrug, trying to keep your demeanor nonchalant “I— well—” you swallow.

He sees you fidgeting with your shirt out of anxiety, and he grabs your wrist to make you stop. Both yours and his eyes fall to the place where the skin gets in contact, and you look up into each other's eyes at the same time too. He was still leaning close to you, and it seems like he even shifted closer cause now your knees were also touching as you sat on the floor with crossed legs.

You gulp hard as he caresses your palm with his fingers “Stop that” he commands, and you nod.

After a few moments, you finally swallow the lump in your throat and find your voice again. “We do a couple of stuff…but…” you shrug, but he isn't satisfied with the answer.

He looks at you expectedly, something soft lingering in his gaze. “But?” he whispers. He puts his palm on your knee and presses down, tilting his head.

You hold eye contact, swallowing again. “He never liked me enough to do that” 

His eyes drop down to your knees, shifting closer. Then, he gets on fours so he can get even closer to you slowly, pressing a gentle kiss on your jaw. “Does he do that?” he whispers close to your ear, and you feel a shiver going down on your spine at the vibration of his voice.

You shake your head “Usually not”

Nicholas gets closer, this time licking your earlobe slightly. He was shy with it, the lick was so gentle you could almost not feel it. “Does he do this?” he asks after, and you shake your head again.

He moves down slowly, and you couldn't help but let him do whatever he wants to. You were so shocked by this that you didn't even take in what was even happening, not fully yet. 

He hovers over your neck for a while, still being on all fours. He clearly hesitates, but then he decides to do it and he presses his wet lips to your thyroid bulge, sucking on it ever so slightly. You tilt your head back and it hits the edge of the bed, letting your mouth hang open as he works his mouth on your neck, wandering sideways and up and down too.

He backs up after a few wet kisses, just so he can look up into your eyes and say breathlessly “Does he do this, y/n?” 

You shake your head and let your hands get into his strawberry hair, pushing him back and urging him to continue what he did before, chasing the feeling of his lips on your neck.

And he does just as you wish him to, putting one of his hands on the back of your neck so he can hold you while he kisses and licks all over your neck. He sucks on a spot, and you just hope it won't give you a mark.

Then he moves even lower, his lips finding the exposed skin above your t-shirt, aka your collar bone. He licks on it too, you feel like you are entering heaven. When he stops, he lets go of your neck and sits up. “Does he do that?” He asks, this time his voice becomes a little hoarse as he speaks.

You shake your head slowly. You can't stop staring into his eyes. He looks like a cat, but only just a tiny bit. You swallow, finding it hard to speak. Also, you are sure your whole face is red at this point.

“Nicho” you whisper, or whine when you feel his hands on your hips, ready to get you out of your t-shirt. 

He stops immediately and looks at you.

You shake your head steadily, a kind of disappointment in your eyes when you remember Harua's words from the airport earlier, and also Nicholas's, which confirmed the theories. “I don't want to be one of your girls” you say, voice cracking by the time you finish the sentence. “I'm not like that”

He drops his gaze, jaw clenching in frustration. You could see the way thoughts clouded his mind all of a sudden. “Y/n… you wouldn't be just one of my girls” he says, his voice being soft again.

You feel your stomach drop at that, but looking into his eyes you could see that he was telling you the truth. He was being honest and vulnerable, and you found yourself bobbing your head and insisting him to continue. 

Nicholas takes off your shirt in no time, and his eyes drop to your chest immediately. His eyes were filled with hunger, and he shifts and gets on his knees so he can undo your bra too. While he reaches behind your back, you run your eyes through his shoulders and neck, and you sniff him slightly. Nicholas always smells so good, you already noticed that on the first week when you went to his house for surfing lessons. He always wears the same cologne, seems like he knows what he likes and sticks with it.

When he drops your bra to the floor, he backs up again, looking at your freed titties with admiration in his eyes. Then without a warning he lowers his head and sucks on your right nipple. You arch your back at the sudden friction, letting out a breathy moan. His lips wrap around your hard nipple, sucking your titty in as much as he can while he cups the other one softly with his other hand. He massages it, but he's subtle with it. His mouth may be a little aggressive and hungry, but he's a whole other person with his hands. Nicholas for sure knows how to please a woman. “Fuck, y/n, you have the most perfect tits I ever seen” he mumbles, and you feel the vibration in his voice in your whole body.

You close your eyes, sinking in the amazing feeling. Your tit is now fully covered in his hot saliva. When he looks up, his mouth is plump and wet, and it makes your thighs clench together in desperation. 

His eyes are hazy when he asks, “Does…does he do this?” 

“No” you moan out when his other hand cups your other breast too, massaging both at the same time.

You straighten your legs, so now he's kneeling between them. 

“Open your eyes” he commands with a firm voice when he sees your head being thrown back onto the edge of the bed, getting lost in the feeling of his big palms on your tits. You obey him again, opening your eyes just to face him possessively looking down at you.

He lets go of your breasts, and you want to cry out at the loss of his hands. At the same time, you are glad you have time to catch your breath. Not too much though, because he shifts back so he can lower his head to kiss on your stomach, just right under your chest. 

You let out a moan, hands finding his hair again. He licks the spot he kissed, then starts to make a path of saliva with his tongue, going down back to the edge of your sweatpants.

“Babe” he whispers, and you are very near to losing your mind. You look down at him, finding him looking up at you while his mouth hovers above your pants. “Can you lay on the bed, pretty please?” 

He doesn't have to say it twice. You stand up while he stays kneeling on the same spot. Nicholas watches you lay on the bed, head now thrown back against the wall. You spread your legs slightly, teasing him.

He looks even more mesmerizing in the dim light, now that the sun almost fully went down and the only light was a reading light of a standing lamp next to his bed. Clouds were filling the sky, dark clouds. You could hear a few droplets of rain knock on the roof, and there wasn't much light coming in from outside, only the sound of rain and wind.

He smirks at you and puts his elbows next to your body to cage your lower half while he licks on your stomach again, earning a satisfied whimper from you. Nicholas hooks his fingers onto your pants and pulls it down, hinting small kisses at the edge of your lacy panties now. 

You feel your wetness between your thighs, and you are sure he also noticed it. He goes lower, and you watch as he presses his lips to the wet patch forming on your panties. You shift your body lower, pushing yourself to his face more and more. His tongue works fast, and you already see stars even though he only started just now, though a fabric. 

That part kind of feels ridiculous. 

He moves back, breathing heavily as his eyes never leave your core. He pulls down your panties with one move, revealing your aching core. “Please” you mutter, your voice barely even audible but he still hears it and smirks.

He eyes your wet pussy, your juices already dripping down on your folds. “All wet for me, hm?” Nicholas hums, satisfied with the view. 

He hovers closer, his nose bumping onto your clit teasingly. “Have you ever been this wet for him, jagiya?”

“Never” You breathe out, trying to restrain yourself from moaning, but your chest rising then falling heavily betrays you.

Nicholas finally gives your aching core a lick, looking up to see your reaction. Your head flies back, eyes closing in pleasure. A guttural moan leaves your mouth as his hot tongue darts out again, slowly licking you from your hole to your clit. When you look down, you are faced with those pretty eyes that you have been admiring ever since you first saw them.

You never thought you would see them in a kind of situation like this ever, but the fantasy was always hiding in the back of your mind. Now that it finally happened, you could admit that they were an even better sight than you imagined.

“Fuck, Nicholas” you mumble as he gives you another lick, now getting deeper. His nose bumps onto your clit with every lick, but his eyes never leave yours. “Your eyes… they're so pretty”

He sucks on your clit, and your thighs are beginning to tremble. You try to close them, caging his head between your legs, but he stops them and sets them down on the bed with a firm movement, nails digging into your skin.

Nicholas sucks on your folds, and you can't do anything else other than letting the sounds escape you, and letting your hands run through his strawberry hair. You grind on his face when he shoves his tongue inside of you. He stops the movements with his head as you start grinding, riding his tongue in a steady rhythm. 

You already could feel your orgasm getting closer, Nicholas being able to take you to your climax with only his tongue kinda surprising you. But before that could happen, he pulls out of you with his tongue and smiles at you with that teethy smirk he always does. You whimper at the loss, prompting yourself on your forearms so you could see him better.

“You thought I’m going to make you come with my tongue, and that's all?” He asks, one eyebrow going up. 

You gulp, feeling your stomach knotting. 

“If that's the case, you were wrong” he laughs, looking up and down your naked body. “I'm taking my time. If the thing you said is true, you were never really pleased” he grabs your hips, pulling you down from the bed onto his lap. “You deserve to know how good it feels like” you put your hands on his shoulders, and he looks up at you.

All this time, this was the first moment you truly felt conscious about how exposed you were, while he had all of his clothes on still. “What do you mean?” you ask, voice low. 

“You know what I mean” he teases, vaguely rolling his hips — still in his sweatpants — upwards, so you could feel his hard bulge with your bare pussy. 

He looks down at your chest, looking at your breasts like they're the best things he has ever seen in his life. “Jagiya, I always wanted to do this. Since the moment I saw you” he admits, pinching your nipple with two of his fingers, making you hiss. 

He bites down his lips, grinding up again. “Fuck” he cusses before he gestures you to get off of him. You do as quickly as possible, and he takes off his shirt. Your eyes fall on his toned chest, it's not like you haven't seen it before during lessons, but seeing it like this was way different. You would admire it, but then he takes off his sweatpants with his boxers too. 

You gulp again, your throat getting dry at the sight all of a sudden. He isn't that big, I would rather say average. 

But still, this is like your… second time with a man, and you haven't seen cock in a long time, which was kinda embarrassing. Nicholas didn't look bothered in any way, though.

He looks at you and gives his cock a few strokes before asking “Missionary or cowgirl?”

Your eyebrows shoot up at the sudden question. “What?”

“Whatever, just come here” he urges, pulling you back onto his lap by your hips. 

When he sees the hesitation on your face, he lets go of you “Is everything okay? We don't have to do it if you are not ready” 

You melt internally at his sweetness, the constant checks up making you shy. But you would never miss out on this opportunity. Ever. “I'm okay I just… I haven't done it in a long time” you let out an awkward giggle at the confession, but he still doesn't back up.

“It's okay” he says, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear “I will be gentle”

You nod, feeling way better now. You bite down your lower lip when you sink down on his cock, grabbing onto his shoulders with both of your hands. He lays against his bed on the floor, this time he is the one who throws his head back. 

He clearly tries with all of his strength to not move and fuck into you, and you pretty much appreciate that. You try to get adjusted to his length when you fully sink down, taking deep breaths.

“Are you… are you alright?” he asks, voice shaky. 

You bob your head heavily, letting out a whine “Shit, yes, yes I am”

When he sees you calming down a little bit, he begins to move, grabbing onto your hips while he vaguely grinds up, rolling his hips into you.

You let out a small moan, burying your head onto the crook of his neck, your bodies melting onto each other. 

Your chest is pressed against his, nipples still rock hard. He sets a steady rhythm. Sometimes he gets out of his tempo and fucks just a little too hard, but then reminds himself that he has to be soft with you. And he keeps his promise, he is gentle. 

“Fuck, you are so tight” he grumbles out, collapsing onto you as his rhythm gets fucked up again. He fucks deep into you, feeling every inch of your wet pussy around him. He hits your spot with every move too, giving you a feeling you never felt before.

You can't even say anything, your mouth just hangs open while messy moans leave it. You throw your head back, and when you clench around him, he whimpers. 

He lets out small cries amongst his high pitched moans, and you grab him by his hair to tilt his head back and look into his eyes. “Are you crying?” you ask.

He doesn't answer, just frowns with his lips as he lets out a muffled moan again, looking away from you. But you tilt his head back again, grabbing him by his neck and keeping him like that so he can look at you. He speeds up a little bit, but still keeping it gentle while he is feeling you up, you being on his lap, bouncing on him so perfectly. “Does EJ do this? Hm?” he breathes, and you answer with a loud moan as you shake your head.

You look into each other's eyes as you hold him down by his thigh to gesture to him to stop. He stops immediately, breathing heavily. You run your hands on his chest, then on his worked out abs. You lift yourself then drop down on his cock again, making him cuss and grunt. 

“Do that again, jagiya, please” he begs, and you redo your movements from before. You speed up after a few messy ups and downs, earning him to moan out your name multiple times as you ride him.

When he gets used to the rhythm of you using his cock, he kisses your collarbone again, then moves to your neck to suck on it and leave marks all over it. You don't deny it.

“Fuck, I’m close” he mumbles and whimpers again, looking up at you, then down on your chest, seeing the way your tits bounce every time you lift yourself then sink down again. He was enjoying being used like this, he bites down his bottom lip hungrily. He grabs you by your hips and sets you down on the floor suddenly, trapping you by putting both of his hands next to your head while he's still inside of you. 

He rolls his hips, his balls tapping against your wetness every time he bottoms out. “I would never hurt you, y/n” he admits vulnerably, his breath caressing your neck. Your body moves up and down on the floor, feeling the roughness of the rug on your back. It's going to burn later. 

“If you stay with me” he continues “I will never treat you like that— fuck—” he cusses, moving his hands to your hips and digging his nails into your skin as he lifts you up a little bit so he can get deeper in, a better position for both of you.

“Can I…can I come inside you, pretty baby?” he asks you suddenly.

You nod your head, looking up at him with a hazy gaze, observing the way one strand of his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He looks down at you when he reaches his climax, giving you a deep and slow last thrust that makes you arch your back. He crumbles onto you, head burying onto the crook of your neck. 

You feel his delicate cum filling you up, covering your walls. The thought makes you come too, your juices mixing together. 

You stay like that laying down a little more, your bodies hugging. Then, after a few minutes of gathering yourself together, he pulls out of you and sits down back against his bed. You get up too, legs trembling when you drop down next to him on the floor, head against the edge of his bed while you both face the ceiling.

Nicholas looks at you with hazy eyes, like his mind is filled with multiple different thoughts at the same time and he can't decide which one to voice out first. 

You reach out your hand, wiping a tear from his cheek. 

He cringes and drops his gaze to the floor, feeling embarrassed by begging and crying to you. 

“What are you thinking about?” you ask, tilting your head.

He looks up at you again, swallowing hard before he milks the words out of himself. “Do you still want to be with him?” he asks, and your eyebrows shot up “I mean, after this”

For a moment, your mind wanders. Did he do all of this to impress you? Because as much as you have a whole damn boyfriend, it might have worked. Then, you remember that your boyfriend is actually a dickhead and you would leave him anytime.

“I don't want to be with him at all,” you reply, shaking your head.

Nicholas straightens his back and looks at you with sparking eyes and a huge smile on his face. “Great. Tell him that you guys are done, and I’ll eat you out again”

You laugh at his suggestion, but deep down you know you would and will do it “Woah, all of a sudden?”

He knits his eyebrows together, like he was confused by your answer. “Yeah? Why not?”

“Over call?”

“No, over text. He was always a dickhead, wasn't he? He deserves it” Nicholas says and reaches up, caressing your face softly. “Right now” he adds.

You roll your eyes playfully before getting up to walk over to your bag and get your phone out. His eyes never leave your curvy body as you stand up, admiring you the whole time.

You quickly type the text onto the chats between you and EJ, but you don't send it yet. Nicholas sees you hesitating, and he pulls you by your ankle, gesturing to get back down on the floor.

He watches your screen when you sit down back to him closely. 

“I don't know what to write,” you sigh.

He shrugs, just wanting this to be over as soon as possible “I feel like you should tell him everything. Tell him that he's an asshole and that you don't want to be with him anymore. Oh, and that you love me” 

He smirks, and you shove him away by his shoulder playfully, but you still type in what he said. Most of the things. 

After a while, you form your text and send it to EJ, but then Nicholas offers to put the phone down. So you two end up talking about whatever, mostly your upcoming plans for the next few days. 

You two decide that it's for the best if you don't tell Maki and Harua right away, and maybe you should try living together for a while. EJ won't leave the house you two bought in Hawaii, and you don't have anywhere else to go. Plus, you have been spending almost all of your days by Nicholas's house, so it's not going to make a difference. 

Now he went to take a shower, and you are sitting by the window sill (dressed up now), watching the rain falling down into the dark night. 

You wonder about a lot of things, firstly about the upcoming days. You never thought Hawaii could bring you so many new opportunities for new starts, in so many ways. You are also not sure if your therapist will like to hear about this whole thing, but that's his problem.

There's one thing that you are sure about: you are happier than ever. You like Nicholas, and just because at first it looked like it was something forbidden, it doesn't mean it can't be fun at the end.

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