#ehypen

scene: hanging out with your friends.

“Wait, no, you cannot seriously be telling me you like the pink one better.” Koria stared at me like I had just committed a crime.

“I’m telling you, the blue one is objectively better” I said, holding up the two products between us. “You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

Wonhee immediately started laughing from beside us. “You two have been arguing about this for, like, twenty minutes.”

“Because she’s wrong,” Koria said without hesitation.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my bag from the chair. “Whatever. Keep buying the ugly one, then.”

The three of us burst out laughing as we started cleaning up Wonhee’s room. Her bed was covered in clothes, skincare products, and random things none of us remembered putting there. We spent the next hour talking about everything from our situationships and relationships to planning out our next hangout, occasionally getting distracted and completely forgetting what we were supposed to be doing.

By the time we finally left, it was already getting late. We walked toward the elevator together, still joking around and talking about what we should do next weekend.

“Okay, but seriously,” Koria said as the elevator doors opened, “next time we’re actually going somewhere instead of sitting in Wonhee’s room for five hours.”

“deal!” I laughed softly.

After saying our goodbyes, I headed home, tired but still smiling from the afternoon. The conversation replayed in my head as I made my way back to the apartment, already looking forward to getting comfortable and relaxing for the rest of the night.

scene: finally getting home.

I unlocked the door with a tired click and stepped into the quiet warmth of the apartment, the scent of vanilla and coffee.

The living room was bathed in the amber glow of a floor lamp. Riki was sprawled across the couch, man-spreading with a level of comfort that only comes from owning the space entirely. He was focused on his phone, his thumb scrolling rhythmically. The light from the screen caught the sharp line of his jaw and the pale, blonde strands of his hair that always seemed to fall perfectly over his forehead. He looked relaxed, almost sculptural, and for a second, I just stood there in the entryway, forgetting to take off my shoes, thinking about how unfair it was that he looked that good just sitting still.

He didn't look up immediately, but he knew I was there. He always knew. 

"You're late.." 

he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to travel through the floorboards.

He tossed the phone onto the cushion, the device bouncing once before settling. In one fluid, riki was on his feet and crossing the distance between us. He didn't stop until he was flush against me, his chest a solid wall of heat. He slid his arms around my waist, pulling me in with a suddenness that knocked the breath out of me, and buried his face in the crook of my neck. The first kiss on my neck was slow and wet, a lingering press of his plump lips against my skin that sent a sharp jolt of electricity straight down my spine.

"mm... hi, pretty girl" 

he murmured. His voice had dropped into that husky, subterranean register that always made my knees feel like they were made of water.

"hii ki, did you miss mee?"

i tried sounding normal, but my voice sounding small and breathless even to my own ears. I leaned back into him, my head tilting instinctively to give him more room. The friction of his muscular frame against mine was intoxicating; he felt like a radiator in the middle of winter, grounding and overwhelming all at once. He didn't pull away, instead trailing a line of slow, deliberate kisses up toward my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

He pulled back just an inch, just enough to look at me. His dark eyes were hooded, shimmering with a playful sort of hunger that he only ever showed me. A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He loved the way my breathing hitched, the way I practically melted into his hold, and he thrived on the subtle tension that had been building between us since the moment I stepped through the door. his hand slithered down below my hip before giving my ass a soft slap, while licking his lips, maintaining eye contact. 

"of course.. i always miss my pretty girl when she’s gone.." 

he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of my hip bone through my clothes, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. He didn't let go.. instead, he tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me flush against the hard planes of his chest. The air between us felt thick, charged with a familiarity that had evolved over years of friendship into something far more volatile.

He shifted his weight, guiding me forward until his heels hit the edge of the couch. With a low chuckle, he sat down into the soft cushions and pulled me in his lap. i hovering over him.. while he looked at me like he owned the very air I was breathing. He didn't rush it. riki was a master of the slow burn, his gaze drifting from my eyes down to my lips and back again. He reached up, his fingers grazing my jawline with a tenderness that contradicted the hunger in his eyes. 

"Did you miss me, princess?"

I tried to answer, but the words died in my throat as he leaned in, his lips hovering a fraction of an inch above mine. He was teasing me, intentionally leaving that tiny gap of space to make me crave him more. I reached up, my fingers tangling in the soft caramel hair at the nape of his neck and instinctively pulled him closer. The small, needy sound that escaped me only made his smirk widen. He loved it when I stopped pretending to be patient.

"aww” he cooed “beg for it, baby.." 

he murmured, his voice a velvet rasp against my lips. He shifted his hand from my waist to my thigh, his palm warm and heavy as he slowly rubbed circles into my skin. 

“cmon baby, use your words for me..” 

he teased. The sensation was overwhelming... his voice raspy but so deep, a slow heat began forming between my legs. I let out a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering shut. "please, riki.. just kiss me."

riki let out a soft, triumphant purr, the sound vibrating against my lips before he finally closed the distance. It wasn't a tentative kiss.. it was a slow, deep, and messy claim that seemed to swallow the air from the room. His lips were incredibly soft but firm, molding against mine with a hunger that had been simmering all day. He tasted like the sweet tea he’d probably been sipping earlier, and the way he tilted his head to deepen the angle made me feel like I was drowning in the best possible way.

His hand on my thigh didn't stay still.. it migrated upward, his fingers kneading into the soft skin of my hip with a possessive grip that left me breathless. He broke the kiss for a split second, just long enough to whisper 

"good girl" 

against my mouth, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat through my entire body. He knew exactly how much those two words affected me, and he used them like a weapon, timed perfectly to make me feel completely undone.

As the kiss resumed, it became more urgent, more rhythmic. riki’s other hand drifted from my jaw to the small of my back, arching me up toward him until there wasn't a single millimeter of space left between us as i straddled him. The weight of my body was a comforting pressure to him, pinning him into the couch while my tongue danced with his in a slow, wet, and deliberate cadence. Every time I tried to pull him even closer, he’d let out a low, guttural moan into my mouth, a sound of pure satisfaction that told me he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

He eventually drifted away from my lips, trailing a path of searing kisses down my jawline and back to the sensitive spot just below my ear. He lingered there, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made my toes curl. 

"you're so reactivate.."

he murmured, his voice dripping with a playful sort of arrogance. 

"I love how you just fall apart for me." 

I shifted my hips, rubbing against him in a way that made his breath hitch, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that felt like it was stripping me bare.

I started to slowly grind back and forth on his lap.. then he caught my hips, pinning them gently but firmly against his lap so i stopped moving. He wasn't using much force but it was enough to make me not able to move. He looked up at me, his dark eyes shimmering with a mixture of affection and mischief. The way he looked at me.. like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, always made my chest tighten.

"what do you think you’re doing.. hm?" 

i didn’t respond.. i was to caught up in to my desires, so i was slightly embarrassed.

riki noticed my embarrassment, of course he did.. he notices everything.

his lips curling into that signature smirk. He released my wrists only to slide his hand down my side, his palm grazing my ribs before landing heavily on my thigh again. He didn't move his hand away.. instead, he began to rub slow, deliberate circles into my skin, his thumb pressing deep into the muscle. The warmth of his touch was dizzying, and I could feel my body betraying me, arching instinctively toward him.

He leaned in, his nose brushing against mine, his breath warm and steady. 

"you're so needy, angel.."

he teased, his voice dropping an octave. 

"Is that all it takes? just a few kisses and a little bit of praise to make you this desperate f’me?" 

He chuckled, a low sound that vibrated through my entire frame, and for a second, he just watched me, savoring the way my pupils dilated and my breathing became erratic. He loved the power he had over me, and more importantly, he loved that I let him have it.

The friction and heat of the moment eventually slowed into a heavy, satisfied silence, the kind where the only sound in the room was the synchronized thumping of two hearts trying to find their original rhythm. riki didn’t pull away immediately.. he stayed under me for a long while, his forehead resting against my shoulder, his breathing still a bit ragged. He gave me one last, lingering peck on the tip of my nose.. a sudden shift from the intensity of moments ago to something purely sweet, before he finally rolled off me with a contented sigh. He stretched his arms wide, his muscles rippling under his skin as he let out a long yawn that sounded almost like a purr.

"I think we should watch a movie.. yea?”

he murmured, his voice still thick and husky. He reached over and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, though he didn't get up, instead he draped me over his lap until I was tucked firmly under his arm, my head resting on his chest. The transition was seamless, moving from the electric tension of desire to the warm, domestic comfort that defined our life together.

"what are we watching?" 

I asked, my voice still a little raspy. I shifted, curling my legs up over his lap and nestling deeper into his side.

"Something that doesn't require any brain cells.."

he replied, scrolling through a streaming menu with a lazy flick of his thumb. He paused on a horror movie we had both seen a dozen times, a choice based more on the familiar background noise than the actual plot. As the opening credits rolled, riki shifted his position, sliding his hand back to my thigh, not to tease this time, but just to keep me anchored to him. He began to absentmindedly rub small circles into my skin, a gesture of affection that felt like a silent promise of safety.

The horror movie was less of a cinematic experience and more of a rhythmic backdrop to our shared silence. As the predictable screams filled the room, riki’s hand continued its slow, hypnotic journey across my thigh, his touch grounding me in a way that felt like home. We didn't really talk about the plot.. instead, we drifted into that comfortable, quiet space where words weren't necessary. Every few minutes, he would lean down and press a soft, lingering kiss to the top of my head, his lips grazing my hair with a tenderness that felt even more intimate than the passion from before.

As the credits began to roll, the amber light of the living room seemed to soften, pulling us deeper into the lull of the late hour. riki shifted, pulling me closer until I was practically on his lap again, my face tucked into the crook of his neck. He let out a long, satisfied sigh, his chest rising and falling in a steady pace. He began to murmur something about how tired he was, but he didn't let go. He just held me, his fingers tracing the line of my shoulder with a lightness that felt like a caress.

"cmon.. let's get you to bed, angel." 

he whispered, his voice now a gentle hum rather than a husky rasp. He stood up with a fluid motion, lifting me slightly as he shifted his weight, refusing to let me walk on my own. He guided me toward the bedroom, his arm anchored firmly around my waist as my legs wrapped around his waist. There was no teasing now, no demand for begging or praise.. just a quiet, overwhelming warmth that settled in my stomach. He treated me like something fragile and precious, a stark contrast to the possessive hunger he'd shown on the couch.

Once we reached the bedroom, the cool air of the room hit us, but riki quickly pulled the blanket back, ushering me into the sanctuary of the sheets. He climbed in beside me, the mattress dipping under his muscular frame. He didn't just lie down.. he pulled me back into his orbit, wrapping his arms and legs around me in a protective cocoon, his chin resting atop my head. I could feel the steady thrum of his heart against my back, a rhythmic reminder of the years we'd spent growing up together.

He pressed a final, slow kiss to the nape of my neck.. not one of passion, but one of pure, unadulterated affection. 

"goodnight pretty girl.." 

he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. 

"sleep well.. and make sure to dream of me." 

he let out a soft chuckle.. i felt a small, contented smile pull at my lips as I relaxed completely into him. The tension of the day and the electricity of the evening faded into a peaceful haze, replaced by the scent of his skin and the comforting weight of his embrace.

As the silence of the apartment settled around us, I felt the same sense of security I’d felt since high school, only now it was layered with something deeper, something that felt like a promise. riki tightened his hold for a brief moment, a silent acknowledgement that he wasn't going anywhere, before his breathing slowed into the heavy rhythm of sleep. Wrapped in his warmth, I closed my eyes, drifting off to the sound of my best friend's heartbeat, knowing that tomorrow would start exactly the same way.

When you and jake got together you didn’t expect how shy he would get, even if you were around the house wearing a slightly low cut top his eyes would sometimes drift down amd he would get extremely red and embarrassed and this prevented you guys from doing anything remotely connected to sex.

this continued until today, while you were both sitting on the couch you popped the question, “jake? , do you wanna maybe try experiment a bit?.” . His head turned to look at you and his doe eyes stared at you in confusion, “hm baby, you need to communicate more clearly.”, he said while fixing his glassws which had slipped down the bridge of his nose.

you built up the courage to finally just blurt out “i want you to touch me jake”, when you said that his face twisted in pure shock, you could see his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulped. “i-i mean we coul-ld try but..”, he says while playing with his fingers. You grab his hands and urge him to continue speaking.

“it’s just that i’ve never done a-anything like this before.”, you nod in return to shown him that your listening. When suddenly an idea pops into your head, “well would you wanna try with me, now?”. jake does is respond with a quiet ‘please’, which provokes you to start moving your hand onto his thigh.

you take your other hand and pull his neck close to you so your faces are just inches apart, your lips connect and you feel jake push his tongue into your mouth as you explore every crevice of his mouth. You and jake had kissed before but not like this, there was more passion now.

as the make out gets more heated you decide to take his hand and guide it under the hem of your sweatpants, his hand dips under your lace panties and reaches your core, you let out a soft moan. “u-u-um am i d-d-doing this right?”, he asks while your full on moaning into his mouth, “fuck jake i wasn’t expecting you to be this good”.

you see him smile as he rubs your clit faster, “oh my god jake, right there”you say as you moan in his ear, reaching your climax. he feels your aching hole tighten aroud nothing and takes it as a sign to move his fingers inside of you. you let out a loud moan as he adds another finger, quickening his pace.

“does that feel good, hm?”, this side of jake was a side you had never seen before but fuck he looked so hot like this - his fingers deep inside of you while his mouth was placind delicate kisses down your neck, you felt like you were in heaven.

“jake im so close”, you say inbetween each of your moans, he goes harder, nearing you to your climax. he groans and says “fuck your pussy feels so good around my fingers” which finally makes you break as you cum around his fingers, convulsing on the couch as you scream his name like a prayer.

you come down from your high and say, “wow jake that was like literally the best experience i’ve ever had, your not bad for a virgin y’know” while chuckling to yourself. thinking about it, no man had ever pleased you the way jake had done just now, you could tell he did some researching before this.

he giggles at your end comment while licking your cum from his fingertips. you wonder how someone as shy and reluctant as him could be capable of making you feel this way, but somehow he did.

The cab ride home from the club hangs heavy with silence, the city's lights blurring past the window as you stare out, arms crossed over your chest. The bass from the nightclub still pulses in your veins, but it's drowned out by the tension between you and Jake. He sits beside you, jaw tight, fingers tapping restlessly on his knee.

The fight ignited over nothing a laugh with that guy at the bar, his quiet jealousy flaring into sharp wordsbut now it festers, unspoken and raw.

You barely make it through the apartment door before Jake slams it shut the bang echoing in the dim hallway. You kick off your heels, spinning to face him, cheeks burning from the drinks and the anger bubbling up. You are usually calm but tonight the alcohol loosens your restraint.

“What the hell was that back there?”jake's voice cuts low and rough so different from his usual soft spoken tone. He shrugs off his jacket flinging it onto the couch. “You were all over that guy. Laughing, touching his arm flirting right in front of me”

Your eyes widen “flirting? I was just talkingJake! You're the one who yanked me away like a jealous kid. Everyone was dancing, having fun, and you had to make a scene”

He steps closer his shy facade cracking as frustration creeps up on his face jake's always been the reserved one the guy who blushes at your compliments, who holds your hand like it's fragile during late night movies.

But now, his eyes darken, and he towers over you with an intensity that makes your pulse race. “make a scene? You think I didn't see you leaning in whispering like you wanted him? We've been together months, and you pull this?”

Your heart hammers, a tangle of guilt and irritation twisting in your gut. You back up until your hips hit the kitchen counter, your short black dress hiking up your thighs. “It's not like that! you're paranoid If you trusted me—“

“Trusted you?”Jake interrupts, closing the gap until his body heat radiates against yours. His hands plant on the counter, trapping you, his breath hot on your skin. For a shy guy, he pins you with a gaze that's all fire. “Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to. Teach you what happens when you forget”

Your breath catches, this is a side of jake you haven’t seen ever. He’s always been the shy guy even with his friends, alwayscalm ,in control you look up at him andmeet his stare. The argument charged with unspoken want. “What are you gonna do Jake? Yell louder?”

His mouth twists into a smirk that's pure dominance, nothing like the quiet shy jake you know. One hand trails up your arm, fingers pressing firm enough to draw a gasp from your lips. “No. I'm gonna show you”He crashes his mouth onto yours, the kiss hard and demanding, all his pent up rage channeling into it.

His tongue forces past your lips, tasting like whiskey, while his free hand yanks your dress higher, bunching the fabric at your waist to reveal the lace panties clinging to your hips.

You shove at his chest, the fight fueling a weak resistance, but your body arches toward him heat pooling between your legs. “Jake... stop—“

He doesn't. He breaks the kiss with a growl, spinning you roughly so your breasts press against the cold countertop. His hard cock grinds into your ass through his jeans, the friction sending sparks all over your body as he pins you down. l”You wanna tease other men? Go ahead. But this pussy? It's mine”

His fingers hook into your panties, shoving them aside without warning he rubs your slick folds roughly, finding your clit with his thumb and circling it until your knees start folding.

A moan escapes you, hands clutching the counter's edge as he thrusts two fingers deep into your wetness, pumping them in and out with relentless speed.

Your walls clench around the intrusion, the stretch burning sweetly as he curls them to hit that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. “Jake... oh god” you whimper, the anger dissolving into desperate need.

He leans over you, his chest flush against your back, lips brushing your ear. “that's right. Feel how wet you are for me? Not for him.”His fingers fuck you harder, the wet sounds filling the kitchen, his thumb grinding your clit in tight circles.

You buck against his hand, chasing the building pressure, but he pulls back just as your orgasms on the edge, leaving you panting and empty.

“ Not yet” he murmurs his voice husky, he straightens his hands moving to his belt buckle with deliberate slowness. The metallic clink echoes as he unfastens it sliding the leather free from the loops of his jeans in one pull.

You glance back heart pounding at the sight of the thick strap dangling from his fist. “You need to learn your place first”

Before you can protest, he loops the belt around your wrists, pulling them behind your back and securing them tight enough to bite into your skin without cutting circulation.

The leather holds firm, forcing your arms to stay pinned, leaving you helpless against the counter. A thrill of vulnerability shoots through you mixing fear with arousal as he steps back, admiring his work “look at you all tied up for me no running now baby”

He delivers the first strike without warning ,a sharp snap of the belt across your ass cheeks, the sting blooming hot and immediate through the thin fabric of your dress.

You yelp, body jerking forward, but the counter stops you, and the belt on your wrists keeps you from reaching back. The pain radiates warming your skin, and to your surprise it sends a fresh gush of wetness between your thighs.

“Count them”Jake orders, his voice steady, the shy boy buried under layers of command. Another lash lands, harder this time, the leather whipping across the curve of your ass, making it jiggle and redden. “One”you gasp, tears pricking your eyes even as your hips wiggle instinctively.

He pauses, rubbing the heated spot with his palm, soothing the burn before striking again three quick snaps in succession, each one landing on alternating cheeks.

The impacts make your flesh quiver, the pain sharpening into a throbbing ache that pulses in time with your heartbeat. “Two... three... four,” you choke out, voice breaking, your pussy clenching around nothing, aching for him to fill it.

Jake's breath comes heavier now, his free hand palming his bulge as he watches the marks rise on your skin. “Good girl. See how you take it?this is what happens when you forget who's in charge.”He drops the belt momentarily, yanking your dress up further to expose your bare ass fully, the cool air kissing the welts.

Then he picks it up again, folding it double for the next blows controlled, measured strikes that leave stripes of fire across your thighs and the sensitive undersides of your cheeks.

“Five... six... oh fuck, seven” you moan, the numbers tumbling out as the discipline blurs into pleasure. Each hit pushes you closer to the edge, your clit swollen and untouched, begging for friction. Your bound hands flex uselessly the leather creaking as you strain against it.

Satisfied with the lesson jake tosses the belt aside, the clatter loud in the charged silence. He unzips his jeans with one hand while the other keeps you pinned. His cock springs free, thick and throbbing, the tip already leaking precum.

You glance over your shoulder catching sight of it and your mouth waters despite the lingering sting of the fight and the belt's marks. Jake's always been shy about his body, but now he strokes himself confidently lining up at your entrance.

“Please,”you breathe, the word slipping out.

He smirks again, gripping your hip with bruising force, his fingers digging into a fresh welt and making you hiss. “Beg for it. Tell me who owns this” without waiting fully, he slams into you, burying his cock to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You cry out the fullness overwhelming as he stretches your pussy wide, every inch dragging against your sensitive walls, the angle deepened by your bound arms.

“Yours”you gasp, pushing back to meet him despite the belt. “It's yours, Jake”

He groans, pulling out almost completely before driving back in, setting a punishing rhythm. His hips snap against your ass the slap of skin on skin echoing louder than the club's music ever could,each thrust jolting the tender spots from the belt and sending jolts of pain and ecstasy through you.

One hand tangles in your hair,yanking your head back to expose your neck, where he bites down not hard enough to break skin, but enough to mark you as his. The pain mixes with pleasure, heightening every plunge as his cock pistons into yo hitting deep and fast.

You brace against the counter as best you can with your wrists tied toes curling as heat builds again. His free hand snakes around to your front pinching your nipple through the thin dress before sliding down to rub your clit once more, his fingers slick with your arousal.

The belt's lingering burn makes every sensation sharper your body a live wire under his control. He fucks you harder the pace brutal,slapping against your clit with each drive.

“Come for me”he demands, his shy voice now a rough command, breath ragged against your ear. “Show me you know who fucks you like this who punishes this tight little pussy”

The words, combined with the friction on your clit and the deep, owning thrusts tip you over your orgasm crashes through you pussy spasming around his cock as you scream his name, juices soaking his length and dripping down your thighs your walls fluttering wildly, but he doesn't stop fucking you through it, prolonging the tremors until you're a shaking, sobbing mess the belt digging into your wrists as you thrash.

Hiss thrusts growing erratic hips grinding against your marked ass. “fuck you're so tight gonna fill you up,”he grunts, burying himself deep one last time. Hot cum floods your insides, pulse after pulse, as he holds you d on him,his release mixing with yours.

You both slump against the counter, breaths ragged. Jake pulls out slowly a trickle of his release leaking down your thigh, mingling with the sheen of sweat on your reddened skin.

He fumbles with the belt unbuckling it to free your wrists ,rubbing the red marks gently as his shy side peeks through. He turns you carefully, cupping your face, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I'm sorry”he whispers, eyes searching yours “but don't make me remind you again”

riki was the type of person that stuck up even after everything. in high school when you both first met each other and he had confessed himself to you, you had rejected him. all in all he stay. continued to be your friend, by the time senior year passed by, you realized how much he loved you.

at least you thought so.

riki and you had been in a relationship for the past 3 years, close enough to finding a ring on your finger. till one night, you had found him in his car with a friend of yours.

your life felt like it was over.

the only boy you’ve ever truly loved, with someone else, sharing what once was yours.

he apologized a million times, told you he was drunk, which he was, and promised he’d never ever do it again. you didn’t give in, no matter how much you loved him.

until one day about 3 months later, you missing him like usual, thought of the amount of times he had stuck around you no matter what mistakes you made.

obviously, nothing ever compares to cheating, but let’s just say you weren’t the most amazing girlfriend.

before any of this had happened, you had issues with him ongoing over the years; commitment, communication, trust issues, different priorities, emotional distance, boundaries, resentment, jealousy.

it was a long list, your relationship wasn’t perfect at all. but he had stayed, he always did.

so, you thought all day, at work, driving, eating, writing essays for your college class, attending patients over calls, what if i had called him ? what if maybe we could talk things out ? lunch or dinner ? i could give it a chance

and you did.

call from y/n

“hello ?”

riki stared at his phone for a second. it had been weeks since he saw your name on it.

“hey y/n” he replied

“hey riki, how are you ?” you asked hoping to keep things mutual at first

“i’m alright just got out of work, how are you ?” the tone in his voice changing a bit when he asks about you.

“i’m good, working a lot, you know how to clinic is” you shoot, getting impatient.

“listen riki, i’ve been thinking lately..” you pause.

“we didn’t end off in good terms and this whole closure feeling isn’t going away, i was hoping if we could talk over dinner or something..?” you end in silence from both sides of the line.

after a few long seconds riki finally answers.

“can i pick you up later ?” he asks softly agreeing to your plans.

“yes, come at 8:30pm, i’ll be ready by then” you tell him exhaling the nervousness inside you.

“okay, see you later y/n” he ends the call and finally you’re glad you can get it all of out your system.

the next hour or so you got ready. you wore a short black halter dress that revealed all your small tattoos and some wedged heels since it was end of spring and the weather was starting to get warmer. you didn’t go to fancy but you made sure you looked cute, it had been a while since he’s seen you.

your makeup was subtle, little blush and contour just how he liked it. he always said natural women looked best. your hair was straight, long behind your ears showing off your cute jewelry them.

you tried your best to look good, hoping it would hide the fact that you missed him deeply.

it was 8pm sharp and you got a text from him.

text from rikii

“i’m here”

your heart almost pounding out of your chest.

you left your house keys in your hand as you closed up and placed them in your shoulder purse. you saw his car parked in front of your house and him, being a gentleman like always, standing outside next to the passenger door.

he looked at you, stared, his eyes fluttering the more he did. you can tell he miss you. his expressions gave it all away.

“wow, you look pretty y/n.. it’s been so long” his eyes tracing your silhouette. as he opened the car door.

you couldn’t lie, he looked sexy. riki was a really attractive man, his tall figure, his facial features and those pretty birthmarks you kissed so much when he was yours.

he was wearing a pair of dark washed jeans with a black leather jacket, what he usually wore. he managed to still make you feel a type of way just looking at him.

that type of way.

you both agreed on eating at a steakhouse near by since it felt like the most appropriate place to have a “serious conversation” in. you got a table, ordered food and whine, talked about your daily lives after the break up and what you’ve been up to.

then the real reason why you were both here struck.

you started.

“well, i obviously didn’t invite you to dinner to just act like nothing has happened.” you said hoping the words will come out of you perfectly.

“i’m here because i miss you riki, and i don’t mean to be that type of girl who runs back to her ex, but you always did even when i did things wrong, so why can’t i ?” you mentioned him always sticking around, him looking at you seriously knowing he felt the same way.

“i don’t want to give this one more chance, i just want to see where it goes. i want to feel like your still here, and i don’t want to to be mad anymore riki.. im tired of being bitter of being angry. i just want to be normal again.” you let off your chest the feelings you’ve had for the past months.

“i get you, and i wouldn’t have a problem with it. i just don’t want to hurt you, you give me your word and i’ll give you mines.” he said knowing what he had done was wrong, not wanting you to regret anything.

“you know how sorry i am, but i don’t want you to do something you’ll never be able to go back from.” he didn’t want to force you or make you feel like you owed him something from all the times he ran back to you.

“i won’t, let’s just be us again. friends ?” you stuck out your hand and smiled just like in the movies.

“friends.” he gave you his hand and shook it.

you both laughed as you continued talking about the memories and the moments you both had as teenagers.

you didn’t realize how long it had been. 6 years, you and him were inseparable.

the drive to your house was long, him driving a little slower due to the rain that broke out. both of you enjoyed it, the silence in the car, music playing at a low volume. it felt normal. finally all you wanted.

you arrived home and told him to park his car in the driveway since it started raining harder and there was no way of you getting out of his car without getting completely soaked.

you looked at him, not knowing what to say.

“thank you, for giving me a chance.” he says looking down at his hands, remembering the past argument you had with him.

“make it worth it.” you said facing your body towards him.

he looked at you, his right hand on your left. gosh you missed him. the little things he always did with you. his face when you did something silly. his hands on your thighs while he drove. everything came flooding back the moment his hand was in yours.

so did those things you did with him.

you let go of his hand and leaned in a bit, his breath hitching from the distance between your face and his.

“riki..” you wanted to stop yourself, wanted to take things slow. but you knew that would never work.

you kissed him, hand on his jacket pulling him in as much as you possible could. he hummed against your mouth feeling your lips after so long.

his soft plump lips parted when you pulled away

“i’m sorry i shouldn’t have” you sat straight again in your seat hand on your forehead. you were worried he’d say something to you but then again you remember how riki was.

“it stopped raining, let’s go inside.” he said unlocking the car doors. he ignored your apology, riki knew the moment you’d be taking it back.

you both walked to the front door as you looked for the keys in your bag. finally finding them you open the door, your cat greeting you and a familiar person you brought along with you a while back.

you stood at the entrance placing your keys and bag on the little decor table that was there when you first came into the house.

he was already in the kitchen looking around seeing how the small details in your house had changed. the pictures of both of you now gone, swapped for some of your family and friends. the flowers you got from you boss sitting on the island. the bean bag he used to sit on, not there anymore. the curtains now beige instead of black.

a lot looked different and he liked it. he was happy you grew comfortable with change, almost as if he wished for you to stay this way.

you made your way to the couch and he was right behind you. the ambience lights leading the way. your heels were still on and you sat down to take them off but struggled a bit.

“need help ?” he asked sticking his hand out.

“could you ?” you said to him already frustrated with ankle strap.

he laughed seeing how irritated you were and slipped the strap out of the loop taking the heel off. he grabbed your other leg, him still sitting next to you, and he placed it on his lap undoing the other strap.

you looked at him as he did, never forgetting his kindness.

his took of the second heel placing it on the floor next to the other one. he massaged your foot, his hands slowly moving up your leg. you watched carefully, his fingers moving on your soft leg, pressing gently.

riki leaned down, leaving a kiss on your knee and two more above it. your hand in his soft hair as he did.

“you have no idea how much i’ve missed you y/n, maybe even more than you’ve missed me” his lips kissed your inner thighs now, you laying back on the couch.

he came up leaving a kiss on your jaw. “can i do this ?” he asked, tucking a string of hair behind your ear.

you nodded desperately knowing you’ve wanted to feel him like this for so long. he kissed your lips, poking his tongue in your mouth making you moan quietly from the sudden sensation.

his hands like always all over your body finding their way up your short dress. he touch between your legs, his middle finger finding that little sensitive stop.

“mmh riki” you moans against his mouth as he managed to move your panties to the side enough for him to rub you with your slick on his fingers.

“so wet for me princess, this pussy missed me huh” he growled on your neck leaving his possessive marks all over it.

his hair tangled between your fingers while his hand touches what was yours at some point. his fingers played between your folds, sliding, making you wetter by the second.

“you drive me crazy when your like this ma. you”ll always be mines.” he said grabbing your waist, wrapping your legs around his.

he picked you up from the couch taking you to your room. he laid you down on your bed as you watched him take off the leather jacket he had on and his black tank top.

his preying dark eyes made you nervous, seeing him like this after a while made you want him even more.

he pulled of your mini dress, mouth going straight to you chest sucking your tits roughly while pulling down your black laced panties.

the feeling only made you gasp loudly as his desperate hands roamed around your whole body.

he turned you around, flipping you on your stomach, pulling you by your legs so you could arch your back a little for him.

you’re hands were over your head and you looked back enough to see him take off his pants. he palmed himself before brutally sliding himself inside you.

“fuck riki, your.. gonna kill me” you words faltered from how thick he felt inside you.

he twitched a few times before thrusting full force into you. his thrusts became deeper and harder the louder you moaned like if he wanted all your neighbors to hear you were back with him.

he smacked your ass leaving red hand prints all over.

“mm your mines you know that right ? don’t ever leave me again baby” he new you were close from the noises you made in your pillows.

“riki i’m gonna come — don’t stop..” you said in broken moans. his hands held your waste tighter, arching your back further making himself go deeper, reaching that sweet spot of yours.

“hah, lemme come inside doll” he said while his hands then went higher up towards your shoulders as he was completely inside you.

you moaned, reaching your orgasm spasming all over him, you felt his warmth filling you up like never before.

he pulled out, laying besides you, exhausted from how rough he had been. you felt your legs become sticky from your leaking pussy.

his head turned towards yours after you had laid on your back. he stood up and pulled you by your legs.

“hey !” you yelling in surprise, him picking you up and throwing you over your shoulder.

he went to the bathroom, letting you down in the shower as he turned on the hot water. stepping inside, you both washed up and laughed playing with the soap on each other.

you had your bestfriend back, your boyfriend.

he rubbed your waist, putting his head on your shoulder while you washed your face.

you rinsed the soap off and turned around opening your eyes to him smiling at you.

“i love you y/n, i hope you know that more than anything, more than my mistakes, more than words could even describe. no matter how much time passes, that will always be the truth and if I could take back every moment that made you question that, I would without hesitation.”

you smiled at him placing a kiss on his lips.

Sugar Daddy!Jay who eventually asks you on a date and is pleased when you say yes

Sugar Daddy!Jay who takes you to his favorite, and the most expensive, restaurant in town

Sugar Daddy!Jay who brings up you being his sugar baby like it’s just normal conversation to bring up on a first date

Sugar Daddy!Jay who smiles when you agree in no time

Sugar Daddy!Jay who had you move into his mansion and buys you all new everything

Sugar Daddy!Jay who gives you a weekly allowance of two thousand dollars and insists you quit your job

Sugar Daddy!Jay who brings home arm fulls of gifts every single day

Dior, Prada, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, whatever brand is your favorite at the time

Sugar Daddy!Jay who brings you to every event and fancy party while you look like a trophy on his arm

Sugar Daddy!Jay who truly does love you and doesn’t want anyone to mistake the relationship as purely transactional

Sugar Daddy!Jay who proposes so fast because he just knows you’re the one

Sugar Daddy!Jay who changed your life and has made all of your dreams come true because he just loves you too much to ever deny you anything