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Riki stayed buried deep inside you for one final, lingering second, his forehead pressed against yours as both of you tried to catch your breath under the quiet tension of the stall.

His chest rose and fell heavily against yours, heart hammering in sync with your own.

Then, with a low, reluctant groan, he slowly pulled out of you.

You whimpered softly at the sudden emptiness, a thick trail of his cum already beginning to leak down your inner thigh.

Riki's hands moved quickly but carefully. he reached down and gently pulled your bikini bottoms back into place, adjusting the fabric so it sat correctly on your hips.

Then he tugged his own shorts up, tucking his still-hard cock away with a slight wince.

You were both "presentable" in the most technical sense of the word.

But your face still had streaks of his cum drying on your cheek and chin.

Riki glanced at the curtain, listening for a moment, then raised his voice just enough to carry.

"Seonghyun? we're in here, bro!"

Without hesitation, he reached over and turned the shower on full blast.

The cold water hit you directly from above, making you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. Riki stepped closer, using the stream to help wash your face while whispering urgently against your ear.

"Clean it up, babe. quick."

You barely had time to process before Seonghyun's small feet appeared under the curtain.

He stopped right outside and peeked through a small gap, tilting his head curiously.

"Noona? are you okay? Mom wants a family photo right now…"

Riki answered with perfect naturalness, his voice calm and collected like the responsible boyfriend he pretended to be.

"Yeah, she is. she wanted to rinse the chlorine off real quick after all the slides. i'm just helping her."

Seonghyun lingered, trying to peek further. "it's taking forever…"

Riki kept the shower running strong, angling the stream directly at your face to wash away the evidence.

His hand moved subtly, helping wipe the last traces of cum from your cheek and chin without Seonghyun noticing. the water was cold, and you were starting to shiver.

You smacked his ribs with the back of your hand.

"You're literally drowning me!" you hissed under your breath.

Riki smirked, not even trying to hide his amusement as he continued rinsing your face.

Seonghyun laughed from outside. "hurry up! i want to do a competition on the big pools with Mom and Dad after the photo!"

Riki finally turned the shower off, water still dripping from both of you. he ran a hand through his wet hair, looking every bit the chill, good older brother.

"Sounds good, shortie. we'll be right there."

Seonghyun waited a second longer, then shrugged and stepped back.

You wiped water from your face, still slightly flushed. "i'm not ready for a family photo right now."

Both Riki and Seonghyun turned to look at you at the same time, wearing almost identical expressions of confusion.

"Why?" they asked in unison.

Riki scanned you up and down, nonchalant as ever. "you look fine. actually, you look perfect. the wet hair works on you."

Seonghyun rolled his eyes dramatically. "don't be so dramatic, noona. you look completely normal. stop acting like you're dying and let's go. Mom's gonna get mad if we take too long."

You wiped more water from your face and gave Seonghyun a sarcastic look.

"Normal? sure. i look totally normal" you muttered under your breath, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Riki bit back a laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching.

He placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you forward as the three of you started walking back toward the table.

Seonghyun skipped ahead, already talking a mile a minute about the slide race he wanted to do with your parents.

"Mom said the winner gets extra ice cream! i'm definitely winning. Riki-hyung, you're on my team, right?"

Riki chuckled, his usual cool, sarcastic tone slipping back in now that the immediate danger had passed.

"Yeah, i got you, shortie. we'll destroy them."

You walked beside Riki, still feeling the remnants of what you'd done in the shower — the slight ache between your legs, the warmth of his cum that had been inside you minutes ago.

Your cheeks were still warm, and every time you remembered how close Seonghyun had been to seeing everything, your stomach flipped.

Riki noticed your silence. he leaned down slightly, voice low enough for only you to hear, that signature teasing edge back in full force.

"You good, dwarf? are you still thinking about how i had you pressed against the wall five minutes ago?"

You elbowed him in the ribs again, harder this time.

"Shut up. my brother is right there."

Riki grinned, completely unbothered. "he's like ten meters ahead. relax. you're acting all shy now, but you were the one on your knees sucking me off like you were starving."

Your face burned. you glared at him.

"You're actually the worst."

"And yet you love me" he replied casually, that bad boy smirk firmly in place. "crazy how that works."

Seonghyun turned around, walking backwards. "what are you two whispering about?"

"Nothing" Riki answered smoothly, the perfect gentleman again. "just telling your sister she looks pretty even when she's being dramatic."

Seonghyun made a gagging sound. "gross. can you guys not flirt for like five minutes?"

Riki laughed under his breath, sliding his hand from your lower back to gently squeeze your waist.

The three of you continued walking through the park, the sun beating down on your still-damp skin.

Your heart was still racing from the shower incident, your body still sensitive, and Riki walking beside you like nothing had happened — cool, nonchalant, sarcastic, and completely in control.

But every now and then, his fingers would brush against your hip in a way that felt anything but innocent.

And you had a feeling Riki wasn't done teasing you yet.

The walk back to the table felt heavier than it should have.

Every step made you acutely aware of the warmth still lingering between your legs, the slight ache, and the sticky reminder of what you and Riki had done just minutes ago.

Your hair was damp, your cheeks still carried a faint flush, and your mind refused to quiet down.

Riki walked beside you like the picture of calm. One hand occasionally brushed against your lower back in that casual, possessive way only you noticed.

When you finally reached the shaded canopy where your parents were waiting, the scene was exactly what you expected.

Your mom was standing with her hands on her hips, watching your dad struggle with the small tripod for the phone.

"Honey, seriously? how long does it take to put three legs on the ground?" she complained, voice rising in that familiar dramatic tone.

"We finally have everyone looking decent and presentable, and you're taking forever. i wanted the photo while the light is still nice!"

Your dad, kneeling on the grass, didn't argue. he simply looked up at her with that infinite patience he'd perfected over the years of marriage.

"Sorry, love. i'm almost done. just making sure it's stable so it doesn't fall again" he said calmly, adjusting one of the legs with careful fingers.

Your mom huffed but didn't push further. that was their dynamic — she could be loud and dramatic, and he would absorb it all with quiet understanding.

Riki, ever the expert at reading the room, raised his voice politely as you both approached the table.

"Ms. Mom, is it okay if we start serving ourselves? everything looks really good."

Your mom's entire expression changed in an instant. the frustration melted away, replaced by a bright, almost motherly smile.

"Of course, Riki! help yourself, sweetheart. take as much as you want. I made extra chicken and kimbap just because i know you eat a lot."

Riki gave her that charming, respectful smile he reserved only for your parents. "thank you. it smells amazing. you really outdid yourself again."

He didn't waste time.

He immediately started preparing plates. he piled his own plate high with grilled chicken, kimbap rolls, pasta salad, and fresh fruit.

Then, without asking, he began making a plate for you — adding extra pieces of chicken, some fruit, and a generous portion of kimbap, exactly how you liked it.

Seonghyun was already sprawled in his chair, phone in hand.

"I already ate" he said between the sounds of his phone. "like half the chicken while you guys were gone. you took forever."

Riki chuckled as he sat down next to you. "sorry, shortie. you know your sister takes long showers."

You gave him a sharp side-eye. he just smirked, completely unbothered, and placed the full plate in front of you.

The table settled into a comfortable rhythm.

Your dad finally got the tripod working and took a few test shots. your mom was happily chatting about which slides she wanted to try after lunch.

Seonghyun was half-focused on his phone, half-bragging about his adventures with his new friends.

But you stayed quiet.

You picked at your food, pushing a piece of chicken around the plate. your body still remembered everything — the way Riki had pressed you against the wall, the way he'd filled you, the way you'd knelt for him just ten minutes ago.

The slight soreness between your legs made it impossible to act completely normal.

Riki noticed your silence almost immediately.

He leaned toward you slightly while still pretending to focus on his plate, voice low enough that only you could hear.

"You good?" he asked, casual but attentive. "cat got your tongue, dwarf?"

You gave him a dry side-eye and took a small bite of fruit, not answering.

Riki watched you for a few seconds, then served you more fruit without being asked. he leaned in again, closer this time.

"You've been weirdly quiet since the bathroom" he murmured.

Your cheeks burned. you kicked his ankle under the table.

"Shut up" you whispered.

He grinned, that signature sarcastic smirk appearing for half a second before he hid it when your mom glanced over.

Seonghyun suddenly looked up from his phone. "hyung, are you coming with me to the big slide race again after you eat? i need someone tall on my team."

Riki nodded easily. "of course, shortie"

You stayed quiet, eating slowly. Riki kept glancing at you between bites, his usual nonchalant expression hiding the fact that he was reading every small shift in your mood.

After a few minutes, he leaned in once more, this time close enough that his breath brushed your ear.

"You still feel me?" he asked, voice low and filthy.

"You clenching around nothing right now?"

Your breath hitched. you turned your head slightly and whispered back, close to his ear:

"Yeah… i'm still full of you. happy?"

Riki let out a quiet, amused breath through his nose.

He turned his head and pressed a short, casual kiss to your cheek, right in front of your family like it was the most innocent thing in the world.

"Eat, baby" he said softly, voice sweet but with that sarcastic edge only you could catch. "you're gonna need the energy."

Your mom looked over at the small display of affection and smiled warmly.

"You two are so cute together" she said. "Riki, you're such a gentleman with her."

Riki gave her his best polite smile. "she makes it easy, Ms. Mom."

Seonghyun made a disgusted noise. "gross. can we talk about something else? i'm trying to play here."

The conversation continued flowing around you, but your mind was still stuck in that shower stall.

Every time you shifted in your seat, you felt the faint ache and the warmth of what Riki had left inside you.

Riki, meanwhile, played his role perfectly — polite with your parents, teasing with Seonghyun, and quietly attentive with you.

But under the table, his knee kept brushing against yours — a silent, constant reminder.

The family lunch continued under the shaded canopy, laughter mixing with the distant screams from the water slides. yet between you and Riki, the tension was far from gone.

The day had passed in that strange way vacations sometimes do — fast and slow at the same time.

After the intense morning at the water park, the afternoon had turned golden and lazy.

Riki and Seonghyun had dominated most of the competitions, though Riki had very obviously let your parents win one round against him and Seonghyun.

He later admitted in a whisper that he didn't want to risk upsetting his "future mother-in-law" especially since she had the same temper as you, only amplified by twenty years of experience.

But when it was your team (you and Dad) vs Riki and Seonghyun, he showed no mercy.

He helped Seonghyun with all his strength, and they absolutely destroyed you. you had ended the day sulky, arms crossed, refusing to talk to Riki for almost thirty minutes until he bribed you with ice cream and kisses behind a towel rack.

Now it was the next morning — 10:54 AM.

You were sprawled on the living room sofa, legs tucked under you, scrolling through the photos your mom had sent to the family group chat the night before.

The sunlight streamed softly through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything. the sound of waves crashing in the distance mixed with the low murmur of your parents talking in the kitchen.

Riki, being the absolute menace he was, had zero respect for personal space.

He was half-lying on the sofa with you, head resting on your thigh, lazily looking at your phone from below like he owned the entire couch. he kept shifting every few seconds, clearly bored.

You glanced down at him.

"My mom sent the photos to both of us, you know" you said, voice still a little raspy from sleep.

Riki didn't even look up from your screen. "yeah, i know. but they look better on your phone. the colors are nicer."

You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. "you're such a liar."

He finally tilted his head to look at you, that signature lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

"What? it's true. your phone has better saturation or whatever. mine makes everything look washed out."

Seonghyun was already gone — he had woken up early and run off to the beach with Mina and his new group of friends, probably causing chaos near the water. in the kitchen, your mom was dramatically complaining while your dad tried to fix something.

Riki suddenly sighed, dramatic as ever.

"Man… i'm actually starving. this is some bad luck. the stove decides to die the one day i wake up actually wanting to eat."

You let out a short laugh and nudged his head with your knee.

"You're the one who eats the most in this house. of course you're hungry."

Riki gasped, pretending to be deeply offended.

He sat up suddenly and reached over, messing up your perfectly straightened hair with both hands, ruffling it wildly.

"Take that back. i eat like a normal person."

You squealed and immediately fought back, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling.

"I'm going to kill you! i spent thirty minutes straightening my hair this morning!"

Riki yelped, but it was clearly fake. he didn't even flinch from the pain because, as always, your strength was closer to a six-year-old's than a grown woman's.

"Ow— ow— mercy! forgive me, my queen!" he cried dramatically, laughing the whole time. "i repent! i'm a changed man!"

From the kitchen, your mom's voice suddenly cut through the chaos like a whip.

"Riki! honey! stop annoying your girlfriend and come eat something before we go out!"

Riki instantly straightened up, dropping the playful act and switching to perfect-son-in-law mode in less than a second.

"Yes, Ms. Mom, coming!"

You glared at him as he stood up. "fake ass."

He winked at you before heading toward the kitchen.

You stayed on the sofa for a moment longer, trying to fix your now-messy hair.

Riki returned a minute later with a plate of leftover fruit and a piece of toast, setting it on the coffee table in front of you.

"Eat" he said, flopping back down and immediately putting his head on your lap again. "you get grumpy when you're hungry."

You sighed but took a piece of strawberry anyway.

A few minutes later, your mom walked into the living room, wiping her hands on a towel.

"The stove is acting up again. the gas isn't flowing properly through the hose. your dad says it's clogged."

Your dad appeared behind her, looking tired but amused. "we'll have to go out for lunch. there's a nice seafood restaurant nearby."

Riki sighed dramatically getting up from your lap. "i'd rather stay in bed all day and eat live crabs at this point."

Your mom laughed. "don't be dramatic, Riki. we'll have a nice meal out."

You hit his chest. "you eat like a vacuum cleaner and you're complaining?"

Riki grabbed both of your wrists playfully and pulled you down onto him, making you fall halfway across his chest. before you could react, he kissed you — short, sweet, and right there in the open.

You pulled back immediately, face burning.

"Riki! my parents are literally right there!"

He grinned, completely shameless. "what? i love you. can't a guy show affection to his girlfriend?"

You pushed his face away, embarrassed. "you're an idiot."

Riki laughed softly, eyes sparkling with that mix of bad-boy mischief and genuine affection only you got to see.

"And yet you still love me" he whispered, voice low enough for only you to hear. "crazy how that works, huh?"

Your mom clapped her hands. "alright, everyone get ready! we're leaving in twenty minutes. Seonghyun is already up at the beach with his friends, so we'll pick him up on the way.”

The morning continued with the usual family chaos — your dad trying to fix the stove one last time, your mom rushing everyone, and Riki being his usual sarcastic yet charming self.

The front door clicked shut behind your mom as she headed down the wooden steps toward the beach to collect Seonghyun.

Your dad followed shortly after, keys jingling in his hand, muttering something about checking the tire pressure and making sure the AC was working properly before the drive.

For the first time that morning, the cabin fell into a comfortable silence.

Just the distant sound of waves, the faint creak of the old wooden floor, and the two of you left alone on the sofa.

Riki was sprawled lazily beside you, one arm stretched along the back of the couch, his body turned toward yours.

He looked completely at ease, damp hair still messy from the shower he took earlier, wearing a simple black tank top and shorts. but the second the door closed, that familiar mischievous glint returned to his eyes.

He tilted his head, smirking.

"So..." he started, voice low and casual, like he was talking about the weather, "for pulling my hair this morning… you're paying the fine tonight. full throat. i want you gagging on me until you can't speak tomorrow."

You almost choked on your own breath.

Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. "Riki, what the actual fuck?"

He didn't even flinch. just raised an eyebrow, that signature nonchalant, bad-boy expression firmly in place.

"What? too early for real talk?" he shrugged, completely unbothered. "you started it when you yanked my hair like a little gremlin. actions have consequences, dwarf."

You stared at him, mouth slightly open, heat rushing to your face. "how can you say that so casually? my parents are literally outside. what if they hear you?"

Riki let out a soft, sarcastic chuckle. he leaned in a little closer, elbow resting on the back of the couch, looking far too relaxed for the words coming out of his mouth.

"Because i know, i'm sooo sure no one's listening" he said, voice dropping into that lazy tone drawl he only used with you. "your mom's already halfway to the beach yelling at Seonghyun, and your dad is probably kicking the tires like it's 2005. i'm not stupid."

He paused, eyes scanning your face with a knowing smirk.

"Plus… you love when i talk to you like this. don't even try to lie. every time i tell you what i'm gonna do to you, you get all quiet and wet. i can tell."

You let out a long, disbelieving sigh and covered your face with both hands for a second.

"You're actually shameless" you mumbled through your fingers. "completely shameless. i don't know how you say shit like that with a straight face."

Riki laughed quietly, the sound low and genuine.

He reached over and gently pulled your hands away from your face, then suddenly leaned down and rubbed his cheek against your stomach like a big, spoiled cat.

His face pressed into the soft white fabric of your summer dress, nuzzling slowly, almost affectionately.

"Mmh… you look so domestic today" he murmured against your belly, voice slightly muffled. "in this little princess dress… all soft and cute. makes me wanna keep you here and do nothing but annoy you all day."

You immediately bristled.

"It's not a princess dress" you corrected, poking the top of his head. "it's a summer dress. there's a difference, idiot."

Riki didn't move.

if anything, he pressed his face harder against your stomach, rubbing his nose and cheek against the fabric like he was trying to scent mark you.

"Same difference" he said lazily. "you still look like a spoiled little princess. my spoiled little princess."

You tried to push his head away, but there wasn't much force behind it.

Riki took full advantage, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer so he could keep nuzzling into you like an overgrown animal.

His breath was warm through the thin material, and you could feel him smiling against your stomach.

"Riki, my parents could come back any second" you warned, though your voice had already lost most of its conviction.

He hummed happily, completely ignoring the warning. "they won't. your dad takes twenty minutes minimum to check a car, and your mom is probably still lecturing Seonghyun about sand in his hair. we've got time."

You sighed, half-annoyed, half-amused, and eventually gave up, letting your fingers thread through his messy hair instead.

The cabin felt strangely peaceful around you — sunlight streaming through the windows, the distant sound of waves, and Riki being his usual chaotic, affectionate self.

He tilted his head up slightly, he looked at you with that sharp, teasing gaze.

"Still mad at me for messing up your hair?" he asked, voice dripping with fake innocence.

You tugged his hair lightly in response. "yes."

"Liar" he grinned. "you're not mad. you're just pretending because you know i'm having my way."

Before you could argue, the front door creaked open.

Your dad stepped inside, wiping his hands on his shorts.

"Alright, the car's ready" he announced. "your mom's already coming back with Seonghyun. let's get going before she starts stressing again."

Riki sat up instantly, switching back to perfect-boyfriend mode in less than a second. "we're ready, sir. i'll help carry the rest of the bags."

Your dad nodded gratefully. "thanks, Riki."

As your dad headed toward the kitchen to grab something, Riki turned to you with a small, private smirk, whispering just loud enough for you to hear:

"Saved by dad. but that fine still stands."

You smacked his arm.

He just laughed quietly and stood up, offering you his hand like the perfect gentleman he pretended to be.

The morning continued with the usual family chaos, but the tension between you and Riki lingered like a promise — warm, dangerous, and far from over.

The front door had barely clicked shut behind your dad when Riki stretched his long arms above his head with a dramatic groan.

He turned to you on the sofa, that familiar mischievous glint returning to his eyes.

You stood up at the same time, and the two of you playfully bumped shoulders as you headed toward the door.

"Move, dwarf. you're in my way" Riki teased, nudging you again with his shoulder, harder this time.

You bumped him back, finally letting a small, genuine smile break through. "you're the one taking up the entire hallway with your long legs."

He grinned, clearly pleased that you were no longer sulking.

The two of you continued pushing each other lightly all the way to the car, like overgrown children, until your mom's voice called out from down the path.

"I'm already with Seonghyun! everyone get in!"

Seonghyun came running up the wooden steps, surprisingly clean for someone who had been at the beach.

Almost no sand on him — he must have spent most of the time playing in the dry sand with Mina and his friends instead of going into the water.

He was also wearing a fresh t-shirt and shorts, clearly chosen to impress the girl he'd been talking about nonstop.

You climbed into the middle seat of the back row, as always. Seonghyun sat behind your mom, and Riki slid in behind your dad, his long legs barely fitting comfortably.

The moment the doors closed, you pulled out your phone to check the map.

"Forty minutes to the city" you groaned, already dreading it. "then another twenty looking for parking and a place to eat, and five more to actually sit down. this is going to take forever."

Your mom turned in her seat, eyebrows raised. "don't start complaining already. you sound like a brat."

You frowned, crossing your arms. "i'm not complaining, i'm just saying—"

"If you don't want to go, you can stay here and eat seaweed from the beach" your mom cut in, half-joking but with that signature sharp edge.

You sank deeper into your seat, eyebrows furrowed. the car fell quiet for a moment.

From beside you, you heard the faintest snort of laughter. you whipped your head toward Riki and smacked his thigh.

"What are you laughing at, idiot?"

Riki turned to you with an innocent expression, but his eyes were sparkling with amusement.

He leaned in close, voice barely above a whisper so only you could hear.

"Just thinking how funny it is that you're getting scolded by someone with the exact same temper as you. now you know how i feel every day."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "i am not temperamental with you."

Riki raised an eyebrow, clearly fighting back a smile. "sure, dwarf. keep telling yourself that."

You opened your mouth to argue, but your dad had already started driving, pulling away from the beach cabin.

The conversation in the car slowly shifted as the scenery changed from sandy roads to paved streets.

Seonghyun suddenly piped up from behind your mom. "i'm thirsty…"

Without missing a beat, Riki reached into his backpack and pulled out a cold bottle of water he had packed earlier.

"Here, shortie" he said, handing it back. "i put it in there not long ago. should still be cold."

Seonghyun's face lit up. "thanks, hyung! you're the best."

You turned slightly. "drink carefully, Seonghyun. every time you drink in the car you end up spilling and staining the seats."

Seonghyun rolled his eyes but took smaller sips.

The next forty minutes passed surprisingly fast.

Riki and you fell into easy conversation in the back seat — talking about his upcoming dance evaluations, the pressure of university entrance exams you were both preparing for, funny stories from practice, and even arguing lightly about which restaurant might be better. Riki was sarcastic and teasing with you, but polite whenever your parents asked him something.

By the time your dad pulled into the parking lot near the restaurant area, it was almost 11:42 AM.

The moment the car stopped, your mom took charge again.

"Seonghyun, come here. you need more sunscreen. you're going to burn like toast."

Seonghyun groaned but obeyed, standing still while your mom practically slathered him in sunscreen like he was a toddler.

You and Riki were spared this time — you had both applied it thoroughly earlier.

Your dad stepped out first, walking around the car slowly, checking the parking job with meticulous care, as always.

Your mom, still in full boss mode, started walking ahead. "when i was younger, your father and i used to come here. there was this amazing seafood restaurant just a few blocks away. i hope it's still there."

You couldn't help the sarcastic comment. "great. twenty minutes saved."

Your mom turned and lightly smacked your arm. "don't be so sarcastic, i really wonder where you got all that attitude from."

"i'm not being sarcastic!" you defended, rubbing your arm. "i'm being realistic."

Your dad quickly intervened, sensing the rising tension. he took your mom's hand gently and started walking with her and Seonghyun, forming a little chain of three in front.

Riki, of course, immediately took your hand, lacing your fingers together as you walked a few steps behind them.

The group moved through the pleasant streets near the beach town.

The air smelled of salt and grilled food. Riki swung your joined hands lightly as you walked, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in that absentminded way he did when he was relaxed.

"You're still sulking a little" he said quietly, glancing at you with a small smirk. "cute."

"I'm not sulking" you muttered.

"Sure" he replied, clearly not believing you. "just remember — you started the hair pulling. i'm innocent."

You squeezed his hand warningly. "keep talking and i'll pull it again."

Riki laughed under his breath, the sound warm and low.

He brought your joined hands up and pressed a quick kiss to the back of yours before letting them drop again, all while keeping that perfect, respectful distance in front of your parents.

The restaurant your mom remembered was only a ten-minute walk from the parking lot.

It looked charming — outdoor seating with colorful umbrellas, fairy lights strung up even though it was daytime, and the smell of fresh seafood wafting through the air.

Your mom's face lit up. "it's still here! perfect."

As the group approached the entrance, Riki leaned down slightly, whispering in your ear one last time before you joined the others:

"Try not to think about me too much during lunch, dwarf. wouldn't want you getting distracted."

You stepped on his foot.

He just smiled innocently, the perfect boyfriend once again, as you all walked into the restaurant together.

He just smiled innocently, the perfect boyfriend once again, as you all walked into the restaurant together.

The moment the glass door swung shut behind your family, the warm, lively atmosphere of the place enveloped you like a comforting hug.

The air was thick with the rich, mouth-watering scent of grilled seafood — garlic shrimp sizzling on hot pans, fresh lemon zest, herbs, and the unmistakable salty-sweet aroma of paella cooking slowly over open flames.

The sound of people talking and laughing filled the space, mixed with the constant clink of plates and cutlery, the low hum of conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter from a large table near the back.

Sunlight poured through the big windows, catching on the wooden tables and making the whole restaurant feel bright and alive.

Your mom, with the sharp, determined eyes of someone who had been here before, scanned the room like a hawk searching for prey.

"There" she declared, pointing to a rectangular wooden table near the window with a perfect view of the street outside. "that one has enough space for all of us and it's in the shade. perfect."

Without waiting for anyone to respond, she marched forward confidently.

Your dad followed right behind her, carrying one of the smaller bags with a small, patient smile on his face.

Seonghyun trailed after them, half-distracted by his phone.

You and Riki brought up the rear, his hand resting lightly on your lower back in that casual but possessive way he did when he wanted to stay close without drawing attention.

The five of you settled in quickly. your mom and dad took the long side of the table together, sitting side by side like they always did.

You slid into the seat in front of your mom, and Riki naturally took the chair right beside you, his knee brushing against yours under the table as he got comfortable.

Seonghyun claimed the short end of the rectangular table, legs swinging under his chair as he finally put his phone down for a moment.

A young waiter appeared almost immediately, smiling politely as he handed out menus with a small bow.

"Welcome to the tide. take your time looking at the menu. i'll be back shortly for your orders" he said before disappearing again with another respectful nod.

Riki didn't even bother opening his own menu.

Instead, he leaned sideways into your personal space without hesitation, resting his chin near your shoulder as he looked down at the menu you were holding in your hands.

You sighed, long and suffering, but didn't push him away. "you have your own menu right there, you know."

"Yeah, but yours has better lighting" he replied without missing a beat, voice low and teasing, his breath warm against your ear.

His arm brushed against yours as he pointed at something on the page. "what are you thinking of getting? the paella looks good."

You let him stay there, reading together in a strangely comfortable silence for a few minutes.

His shoulder pressed against yours, his knee occasionally bumping yours under the table, and every now and then he would murmur a quiet comment only you could hear.

Eventually, everyone made their choices.

Seonghyun, with his extremely picky three-year-old palate, pointed straight at the kids' section. "i want the hamburger with fries and a coke."

Your mom sighed but didn't argue. Riki, being the enabler he was, nodded in solidarity. "same for me. hamburger, fries, and a cold drink."

You raised an eyebrow at both of them, unable to hold back. "you two have the palate of a newborn baby. we're literally in a seafood restaurant by the beach and you're ordering burgers?"

Riki turned to you with mock offense, placing a hand dramatically over his chest. then, without missing a beat, he looked across the table at your mom with perfect innocent eyes.

"Ms. Mom, are we not here to share and enjoy as a family? or is your daughter just trying to order the most ocean-heavy thing possible to prove some kind of point?"

Your mom gave you a light scolding look, though there was amusement in her eyes. "he has a point, honey. don't be difficult. we can share dishes. it's not a competition."

You frowned, feeling unfairly targeted. under the table, you stepped firmly on Riki's foot.

He didn't even flinch.

Instead, he leaned toward your ear while pretending to reach for his glass of water, whispering so quietly only you could hear:

"Brat."

You huffed, crossing your arms.

The waiter returned shortly after to take the full order.

Your dad chose a grilled fish dish with herbs, your mom went for shrimp in garlic sauce, and you picked a seafood paella even though you weren't the biggest fan — mostly out of spite at this point.

Riki and Seonghyun stuck with their safe burgers and fries.

While waiting for the food, the conversation flowed easily around the table. your mom talked about old memories of the town, your dad listened attentively and added small details, and Seonghyun showed Riki something funny on his phone.

Riki kept one arm casually draped over the back of your chair, fingers occasionally brushing your shoulder in that absentminded way he did when he was relaxed.

Every now and then he would lean in and murmur something only you could hear — small, teasing comments that made your cheeks warm despite your best efforts.

When the food finally arrived, the table filled with delicious smells.

Platters of grilled fish, garlic shrimp, and a big shared paella were placed in the center. Riki cut a piece of his burger and offered it to you on his fork without asking.

"Try it. better than your sad little paella."

You took the bite, then immediately gave him a look. "it's fine. but my paella is better."

"Sure, dwarf. keep telling yourself that."

Seonghyun was already halfway through his fries, ketchup all over his fingers.

Your mom scolded him gently about manners while your dad smiled quietly, enjoying the chaos of the family meal.

Riki watched you for a moment, noticing you were still a little quiet. He bumped your knee under the table.

"You still sulking?" he asked softly, only for you.

You shook your head. "no. just thinking."

He studied your face, then gave you a small, genuine smile. "we're on vacation. stop overthinking. eat your sad seafood and enjoy the day with me."

You bumped his shoulder back, finally letting yourself smile a little.

The rest of lunch passed in a warm, comfortable blur of food, conversation, and the occasional teasing remark from Riki.

Despite the earlier tension and the risky morning, sitting there with your family — Riki's hand occasionally finding yours under the table — felt surprisingly right.

The waiter approached your table with a polite smile, ready to clear away the empty plates. you were still picking at the last few grains of rice on your plate when you looked up — and your face instantly lit up with recognition.

"Jungwon?" you said, surprise and genuine happiness coloring your voice.

The waiter stopped mid-motion, plates balanced skillfully in his hands. his eyes widened, then broke into a bright, ear-to-ear smile. it was Jungwon — your former classmate, the one who sat two rows behind you in literature class, always quiet but incredibly kind.

He was wearing the restaurant's neat uniform: white button-up with sleeves rolled to his elbows, black apron, and black pants. his hair was styled neatly, and he looked fresh despite the busy shift.

"Yo!" he exclaimed, quickly setting the plates down on a tray. "i mean — hey! what are you doing here?"

You stood up immediately, a big smile spreading across your face.

Without thinking, you stepped forward and gave him a tight, warm hug.

Jungwon hugged you back just as enthusiastically, his hands resting on your shoulders for a moment longer than a casual greeting would require.

"Oh my god, it's so good to see you!" you said quickly, not wanting to hold up his work. "i thought you were going straight to university after graduation. how have you been? are you working here full time now?"

Jungwon laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks slightly pink. "yeah, plans changed a little. i'm taking a gap semester to help my aunt during the tourist season. it's actually pretty fun. you look amazing, by the way. vacation suits you."

From the table, Riki sat completely still.

His burger hovered halfway to his mouth.

His jaw tightened, and his tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek — that telltale sign he was annoyed.

He didn't touch his food anymore. his dark eyes stayed fixed on the interaction, expression unreadable.

Seonghyun, who had been half-focused on his phone, looked up and noticed the shift.

He leaned toward Riki and whispered loudly enough for you to hear, "Hyung… that waiter is definitely trying to impress noona. look at how he's smiling at her."

Riki didn't even glance at Seonghyun. his voice came out low and dry. "that dummy in his little waiter suit isn't impressing anyone."

Jungwon finally stepped back, still smiling warmly at you. we should catch up properly sometime. it was really good seeing you. don't be a stranger, okay?"

He gave you one last hug — his hands lingering again on your shoulders, squeezing gently as if reluctant to let go.

You smiled and nodded before sitting back down.

As Jungwon walked away to continue clearing other tables, your mom leaned forward with a curious, delighted smile.

"Who was that nice young man? he seemed very friendly."

Your face was still glowing. "that was Jungwon! he was in our class before we graduated. super smart, really kind… one of the nicest guys i knew back then."

You turned to look at Riki, expecting him to at least nod or say something polite.

But Riki just continued eating, stabbing the french fries with more force than necessary. his usual charming, perfect-boyfriend mask had completely slipped. he didn't even look up.

"Despite being so smart, he ended up as a waiter in a tourist trap" Riki said flatly, voice cold and nonchalant.

The table went quiet for a second.

You frowned. "Riki, don't be rude. he's working hard. there's nothing wrong with that."

Your dad quickly tried to diffuse the tension by turning to Seonghyun. "hey, buddy, eat properly. you've got sauce all over your tray."

Your mom nodded, sensing the shift, and focused on helping Seonghyun clean up.

You reached under the table to smack Riki's leg, but he caught your wrist mid-air with a firm grip. his eyes finally met yours — serious, no trace of his usual teasing.

"Stop." he said quietly, voice lower and more serious than usual. "not here."

You stared at him, surprised by the sudden change in tone. you leaned in closer, whispering, "what's your problem?"

Riki let out a short, frustrated breath through his nose. he leaned in so only you could hear.

"This is ridiculous" he muttered. "we'll talk about it later."

And just like that, the usual energetic, sarcastic, playful Riki disappeared.

He went back to eating in silence, jaw tight, no longer trying to be the charming boyfriend. the light in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by something colder and more guarded.

The rest of the meal continued with awkward small talk.

Your mom tried to steer the conversation back to light topics, your dad helped keep Seonghyun distracted, but the tension between you and Riki sat heavy in the air like a storm cloud that refused to break.

Riki didn't look at you again for the rest of lunch.

When everyone finally finished eating, the table was a mess of empty plates, crumpled napkins, and half-drunk glasses.

Seonghyun was the first to speak up, bouncing in his seat with leftover energy from the morning.

"Can we go to the trampoline park we saw on the way here? please? it looked so fun!"

Your mom smiled at you, her eyes softening. "that's actually a good idea. we can all go together after we pay."

Seonghyun immediately turned to Riki, his favorite partner in crime. "Hyung, are you ready to compete in jumping? i bet i can jump higher than you!"

Riki gave the younger boy a small smile and reached over to ruffle his hair affectionately. "it would be very fun"

You watched Riki carefully.

He was smiling at Seonghyun, playing the perfect older brother role, but there was a wall there — invisible, cold, and firmly placed between the two of you.

He hadn't looked at you properly since Jungwon picked up the empty plates. his usual teasing spark was gone, replaced by something distant and guarded.

Riki turned his head slightly toward your mom. "actually… my head hurts too much right now. if i go jumping, my brain might actually escape. i think it's better if i head back to the cabin."

Your mom's expression shifted to concern. "oh no, really? if you're not feeling well, you should rest. we don't want you getting worse."

You stayed silent, staring at Riki. he nodded calmly. "yeah, it's better. i'll just take it easy."

Seonghyun's shoulders dropped, visibly disappointed. "but… we were going to compete…"

Your dad quickly stepped in, placing a hand on Seonghyun's shoulder. "don't worry, buddy. i'm an expert at trampolines. i'll compete with you"

Your mom reached into her bag and pulled out some cash, handing it to Riki. "here, take this for the bus back to the cabin. we'll meet you there later.”

You nodded, taking the money. "i'll go with him."

Your mom gave you a knowing look — she understood the silent request in your eyes — and didn't argue. "okay. be safe then. text me when you arrive."

When you all left the restaurant, your mom immediately started scolding Seonghyun. "why didn't you bring a jacket? it gets cold later in the afternoon, you know this!"

Your dad walked beside you and Riki for a moment, giving you both a warm smile. "take care. rest well, Riki. we'll see you back at the cabin."

As your family split off toward the trampoline area, the street suddenly felt quieter despite the crowds.

Riki stayed silent. even with so many people around, he still reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together to keep you close and not lose you in the flow of tourists.

His grip was firm, but there was no playful squeeze, no teasing brush of his thumb — just duty.

You both boarded one of the buses heading back to the beach cabins. you took the window seat, and Riki sat on the outside, acting like a human shield between you and the rest of the world.

The bus was half-full, the hum of the engine and quiet conversations filling the space.

For the first few minutes, neither of you spoke. the sky outside was starting to cloud over, gray patches slowly covering the earlier blue.

You finally reached over and gently caressed his knee.

"Why are you so angry?" you asked softly.

Riki didn't look at you at first.

He stared straight ahead for a few seconds before answering, voice low and controlled.

"It's ironic, isn't it?" he said, tone flat but sharp. "you get mad when random girls look at me. but then you go hug a guy you actually know — someone you had something with back in school — right in front of me. and you expect me to just smile and play nice?"

You swallowed hard. "i couldn't be rude to Jungwon. we were classmates for years. ignoring him would've been worse."

Riki let out a short, bitter breath. "if you're going to defend him, then just stop talking. my head already hurts enough."

You fell silent.

The words stung more than you expected. Riki had never spoken to you like that — cold, dismissive, done. you stared out the window, watching the scenery blur by as the sky continued to darken with clouds.

The next thirty minutes on the bus passed in heavy silence.

Riki didn't move his hand away from yours, but he didn't squeeze it either. he just held on, like it was automatic. you could feel the wall he had put up — thick, cold, and exhausting.

When the bus finally stopped near your cabin, the sky was fully overcast.

The air felt heavier. Riki stood up first, still holding your hand as he guided you off the bus and toward the path leading to the cabin.

The walk was quiet. the usual teasing energy between you was gone, replaced by this thick, uncomfortable tension. Riki's jaw was tight, his shoulders slightly tense.

You wanted to say something, anything, but every time you opened your mouth, the words felt wrong.

When you finally reached the cabin, Riki unlocked the door and held it open for you. you stepped inside, the familiar smell of the wooden interior greeting you. the place felt emptier without your family there.

Riki closed the door behind you and stood there for a moment, hands in his pockets, staring at the floor.

You turned to face him. "Riki… can we talk?"

He looked up at you, eyes guarded. "what's there to talk about? you hugged him. he touched you. you smiled at him like he hung the moon. and i'm supposed to just sit there and be okay with it?"

His voice wasn't loud, but the hurt and frustration were clear.

You took a small step closer. "it wasn't like that. he's just an old friend. i didn't think—"

"That's the problem" Riki cut in, voice quieter but sharper. "you didn't think. you never think about how it looks from my side."

The silence that followed was heavy.

Riki sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i'm going to lie down. my head actually hurts now."

He walked toward your shared bedroom without another word, leaving you standing alone in the living room, the weight of the day pressing down on you.

The rain outside grew heavier, matching the storm brewing between you two.

A little while later, the cabin felt quieter than it should have.

The distant sound of waves was the only thing breaking the silence as you walked down the short hallway carrying a glass of cold water and two painkillers in your palm.

Your heart was still heavy from the tension at lunch, and the memory of Riki's cold silence kept replaying in your head.

You pushed the bedroom door open slowly.

Riki was lying on the bed, face completely covered by a pillow, one arm draped over his stomach.

He wasn't moving. you knew he wasn't actually asleep — his breathing wasn't deep enough, and his body was too tense.

You sat on the edge of the bed carefully.

"Riki" you said softly.

He didn't respond at first. you reached out and gently moved the pillow away from his face.

His eyes were open, staring at the ceiling with that same guarded expression he'd had since the restaurant. the cloudy sky outside cast a gray, melancholic light through the window, making the room feel heavier, sadder.

You held out the glass and the pills.

"Here" you said quietly. "take these. it'll help with your head."

Riki stared at the pills for a second, then slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed so he was sitting beside you.

He took the pills from your hand and swallowed them dry, without even touching the water. you offered the glass again, but he shook his head once.

You swallowed hard, the guilt sitting like a stone in your chest.

"I'm sorry" you whispered. "maybe i went too far with Jungwon. we… we tried things when we were younger, back in school. it wasn't serious, but i know how it must have looked. i shouldn't have hugged him like that."

Riki raised his eyebrows slowly, the movement almost sarcastic. he didn't say anything, just looked at you with that cold, tired stare that made your stomach twist.

You felt your eyes sting. your voice cracked as you continued, louder now, a mix of anger and desperation.

"I don't want us to be like this" you said, the words tumbling out. "i hate when we fight. when we go back home, i swear i won't even admit Jungwon exists anymore, i'll ignore him if i see him — whatever you want. just… don't shut me out like this."

Riki stayed silent for a few seconds, jaw tight.

The gray light from the window made his sharp features look even sharper, almost distant. you couldn't stand the space between you anymore.

You moved closer and rested your chin on his shoulder, your body leaning into his side, seeking closeness even if he was still angry.

Riki let out a slow breath.

His hand came up to your waist, but it wasn't gentle. he gripped you firmly and moved you slightly, then lowered his head and bit down on your shoulder — hard, crude, possessive. there was no sweetness in it, no affection. just raw claim.

You gasped sharply, a small sound of pain escaping your lips.

"Riki— what are you doing?" you complained, trying to pull away, but his grip on your waist kept you in place.

He didn't let go immediately. his teeth pressed into your skin, right where Jungwon's hand had lingered earlier.

When he finally released you, a clear, angry bite mark stood out on your shoulder — red and already starting to bruise.

You touched the spot, wincing. "that hurts…"

Riki looked at the mark with dark satisfaction, then met your eyes.

"That's because his hand touched what doesn't belong to him" he said, voice low and rough. "and this morning you pulled my hair like a little gremlin. now, because of that hug… you owe me more than just a deep throat."

You stared at him for a second, then let out a sarcastic, disbelieving laugh.

"Wow" you said, shaking your head. "do your anger disappears the second sex is on the table? really mature, Riki."

He didn't smile. he just looked at you, eyes still guarded, but something in them flickered — a mix of frustration, hurt, and that undeniable pull that always existed between you two.

The room felt smaller.

The cloudy sky outside made everything feel muted and heavy. his hand still on your waist.

The tension was thick, emotional, and raw. neither of you spoke for a long moment.

Riki finally broke the silence, voice quieter.

"I'm not just angry because of Jungwon" he said. "i'm angry because you let him touch you like that. you smiled at him like he was someone special. and i was sitting right there."

You swallowed, throat tight. "he's just an old friend. i didn't mean anything by it.”

"But it meant something to me" Riki replied, honest and blunt. "you're my girlfriend. and watching someone else put their hands on you… it fucking sucked."

The words hung in the air.

You felt tears prick at your eyes, not from sadness exactly, but from the weight of it all — the love, the jealousy, the fear of hurting him.

"I'm sorry" you whispered again, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. "i really am."

Riki didn't push you away. His hand on your waist tightened slightly, then relaxed. he let out a long breath, like he was trying to let go of some of the anger.

"I know" he said eventually. "but it still hurts."

The silence that followed wasn't as heavy as before.

It was still tense, still emotional, but there was a crack in the wall he had built. you stayed like that for a while — his hand on your waist, the gray light of the cloudy day painting the room in soft, melancholic tones.

Riki eventually turned his head and pressed a slow kiss to your temple. it wasn't passionate or teasing. it was quiet. real.

"We'll figure it out" he murmured against your skin. "just… don't do that again."

You nodded, closing your eyes. "i won't."

The two of you stayed there on the edge of the bed, the argument not fully resolved, but the worst of the storm had passed.

Outside, the clouds continued to gather, but inside the room, the air felt a little lighter.

For now, that was enough.

You two stayed there for a moment longer, your chin again resting on his shoulder, the weight of everything unsaid still hanging between you.

Slowly, you lifted your head and looked at him. his eyes were guarded, but beneath that frustration was the same heat that always pulled you back in.

Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him.

Riki reacted instantly.

His hand came up to the back of your neck, gripping gently as he kissed you back with raw intensity.

The kiss wasn't gentle — it was hungry, almost punishing, his tongue sliding against yours with urgent need.

A surprised sound escaped your throat as he moved you with ease, pulling you onto his lap so your knees straddled his hips, your bodies pressed close.

You let out a small, broken whimper against his mouth.

Riki bit your bottom lip, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch.

His hands moved down to your ass, gripping tightly as he pulled you closer, grinding you against the hardness already straining in his shorts.

He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down your neck, sucking and biting along your collarbone.

His hands yanked the straps of your summer dress down your arms with impatient tugs. the fabric pooled around your waist as he exposed your bra. he didn't bother being gentle — he reached behind you, unclasped it, and tossed it aside.

"Riki…" you breathed, a small complaint in your voice as he latched onto your breast, sucking hard before biting down on the soft flesh.

He left marks — deliberate, possessive ones — on your chest, your shoulders, your arms. places you could hide.

You whimpered, tugging his hair. "that hurts…"

"Good" he muttered against your skin, voice dark. "maybe next time you'll remember who is the one who fucks you good before you let some old classmate put his hands all over you."

He moved lower, biting the side of your breast, then sucking hard enough to leave a dark hickey.

His hands were everywhere — gripping your waist, sliding down to squeeze your ass, pulling you down again against the growing hardness in his shorts.

You moaned softly, grinding against him without thinking.

Riki groaned, the sound low and rough in his throat. he pushed the rest of your dress down your hips, and you lifted yourself slightly so he could tug it off completely, leaving you in just your panties.

Riki looked at you for a second, eyes dark, breathing heavy.

Then he reached down and shoved his shorts and boxers down just enough to free his cock, already hard and leaking. he didn't even take them off all the way — just enough.

He gripped your hips and pulled you forward, rubbing the head of his cock against your soaked panties.

"Feel that?" he said, voice low and rough. "that's what you do to me. even when i'm pissed off at you."

You whimpered, rolling your hips against him. "Riki… please…"

He caressed the already damp fabric of your panties with his fingers, pushing your panties to the side and aligning himself.

He thrust up into you in one smooth motion, burying himself deep.

You moaned loudly, head falling forward onto his shoulder as he filled you completely.

Riki groaned deeply, arms wrapping around your back to hold you close as he started moving — slow, deep thrusts while you sat in his lap, your chests pressed together.

Your bodies were locked together, his arms around you, his mouth on your neck and shoulder, leaving more marks as he fucked you with steady, powerful strokes. every thrust made your breasts press against his chest, your hips rolling to meet him.

"Fuck…" he breathed against your neck, voice hoarse. "you're so tight like this. so fucking warm."

You moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair as you moved with him.

The angle let him hit deep with every roll of his hips, the pleasure building slowly but intensely. your soft whimpers mixed with his low, throaty groans, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the room.

Riki's hands roamed your back, one sliding up to cradle the back of your neck while the other gripped your ass, guiding you down onto him harder.

He kissed you again, deep and messy, tongues sliding together as he continued thrusting up into you.

You pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead pressed to his. "…i feel you everywhere—"

He groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest.

His hand on your ass squeezed harder as he thrust up with more force, the new intensity making you cry out softly. he kept that rhythm — deep, possessive strokes that made your legs shake around him.

After several long minutes, Riki suddenly gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back on the bed without pulling out.

He settled between your spread legs, one hand bracing beside your head as he started fucking you harder, deeper, the new position letting him drive into you with more power.

You moaned louder, nails digging into his back as he pounded into you.

The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, more obscene. Riki's groans were low and constant, his breath hot against your neck as he fucked you with rough, claiming thrusts.

"Mhn... like that..." he growled against your ear, voice rough. "take every fucking inch."

You whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist as he drove deeper.

The pleasure was overwhelming, building higher with every thrust. Riki'shand slid between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles as he continued fucking you hard.

You were getting dangerously close, your moans turning into desperate, broken sounds. Riki could feel it — the way you clenched around him, the way your body trembled beneath him.

But he didn’t let you finish.

He suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the loss.

Before you could protest, he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you were on your knees, ass raised. he pushed back inside you in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

You cried out, gripping the sheets as he started fucking you from behind with rough, unrestrained strokes.

This time there was no holding back — no need to be quiet, no fear of interruption. he fucked you hard and deep, hips snapping against your ass with loud, wet sounds.

"Fuck… yes" he groaned, voice thick. his hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust.

"This is what i wanted to do to you all this days. no interruptions. just you taking my cock like you're supposed to."

You moaned into the pillow, pushing back against him as he railed you. the angle was brutal, hitting deep with every snap of his hips.

Riki's hand came down on your ass in a sharp spank, then another, the sting blooming hot across your skin.

You cried out, the mix of pain and pleasure making your head spin.

Riki leaned over your back, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat lightly, not squeezing, just holding you in place as he fucked you harder.

"You feel that?" he panted against your ear. "no one else gets to touch you like this. no one else gets to make you moan like this."

You whimpered, nodding desperately, your body trembling under his rough thrusts. Riki kept going, hips snapping relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and filthy in the room.

His groans were deep and constant, mixing with your high, desperate moans.

He fucked you like he had been holding back for days — hard, deep, and completely unrestrained.

Every thrust pushed you forward on the bed, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly as pleasure built higher and higher.

Riki's hand reaching down to rub your clit again as he continued pounding into you.

"You're so close, aren't you?" he growled, voice rough. "i can feel you squeezing me. but you're not cumming yet. not until i say so."

You moaned helplessly, pushing back against him, completely lost in the feeling of him taking you so roughly, so freely, after being interrupted so many times before.

Riki leaned down, biting your shoulder again as he fucked you harder, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting echoing through the room.

The tension between you, the frustration, the jealousy — it all poured out in every deep, claiming thrust.

He wasn't done with you yet.

Riki's grip on your hips was firm, almost bruising, as he kept you in position on your knees, ass raised high for him.

He stayed buried deep inside you, not moving for a few seconds, just letting you feel every inch of him stretching you open.

Then, slowly, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back as he kissed the nape of your neck — soft at first, almost tender, before his teeth grazed the same spot and bit down possessively.

You whimpered, fingers curling tighter into the sheets.

He started moving again, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in with a deep, rolling thrust that made your whole body jolt forward.

The wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding into your soaked pussy filled the room, mixing with your shaky moans and his low, rough groans.

"Fuck… you feel so good like this" he murmured against your shoulder, voice thick and hoarse.

His hands slid up your sides in a slow caress, palms warm and gentle for a moment, tracing the curve of your waist before he gripped your hips again and snapped forward harder.

You moaned louder, pushing back against him instinctively. Riki rewarded you with another deep thrust, but before he continued, he leaned down and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the center of your back, right between your shoulder blades.

The contrast — the softness of his lips followed by the sharp snap of his hips — made your head spin.

"Riki…" you gasped, voice trembling as he fucked you deeper, the angle letting him hit that perfect spot with every thrust.

He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against your skin.

One of his hands left your hip and slid up your back in a slow, soothing stroke, fingers tracing your spine before he brought it down again in a firm spank on your ass.

The sting bloomed hot across your skin, making you cry out, but he immediately rubbed the spot gently with his palm, almost apologetically, before spanking you again.

"You like that?" he breathed against your ear, voice low and filthy. "my hand on your ass while i fuck you like this?"

You nodded frantically, moaning into the sheets. "yes… fuck, yes…"

Riki kissed your shoulder again, almost sweetly, before biting down on the same spot, sucking hard enough to leave another dark mark.

His hips never stopped their relentless rhythm — deep, powerful thrusts that made the bed creak beneath you.

Every time he bottomed out, a wet slap echoed through the room, your arousal coating his cock and dripping down your thighs.

He reached around and found your clit again, rubbing slow, firm circles with his fingers while he continued pounding into you. His other hand stayed on your hip, holding you in place as he fucked you harder, the roughness mixing with those small moments of tenderness that made everything feel even more intense.

"You're so fucking wet" he groaned, voice rough but laced with something softer.

You moaned helplessly, pushing back against him every time, chasing every thrust.

Riki leaned over you again, chest pressed to your back, and kissed the side of your neck before biting down, sucking another mark into your skin.

His hand on your clit sped up slightly, drawing tight circles that made your legs shake.

"Riki… please…" you whimpered, voice breaking. "feels so good…"

He groaned deeply, the sound raw in his throat as he thrust deeper, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting growing louder.

His hand left your clit for a moment to caress your ass again, squeezing the soft flesh before delivering another sharp spank.

The sting made you cry out, but he immediately soothed it with gentle strokes, almost reverent.

"I love the way you take me" he panted against your neck, kissing the fresh bite mark. "so fucking perfect."

He kept fucking you like that for a long time — rough, deep thrusts mixed with soft kisses and gentle caresses.

His hands roamed your body constantly: squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, sliding down to rub your clit, then gripping your hips again to pull you back onto his cock.

Every spank was followed by a soothing rub. Every bite was preceded by a slow, open-mouthed kiss.

You were a mess beneath him — moaning, whimpering, pushing back to meet every thrust, completely lost in the feeling of him.

Riki's groans were low and constant, his breathing ragged as he fucked you, the bed creaking loudly under the force.

He suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the loss, but before you could protest he flipped you onto your back again.

He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he thrust back inside you in one smooth motion.

You cried out, the new angle letting him hit even deeper on your overstimulated pussy.

Riki groaned loudly, burying his face in your neck as he started fucking you with long, powerful strokes.

His hands held your thighs, keeping you open for him as he drove into you, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and obscene.

"Fuck, baby…" he panted, voice breaking. "you're squeezing me so tight. so good."

You moaned his name, nails digging into his back again as he fucked you harder, deeper, the pleasure building higher and higher.

Riki kissed you again, deep and messy, tongues sliding together as he continued pounding into you, the bed shaking beneath you both.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and intense.

"You're mine" he growled, thrusting hard. "say it."

"I'm yours" you gasped, voice trembling. "only yours, Riki…"

He groaned deeply, hips snapping faster as he chased the pleasure, his hands gripping your thighs tightly.

The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies meeting, your desperate moans, and his low, rough groans.

Riki kept you folded beneath him, your legs hooked over his broad shoulders, your body completely open and vulnerable to every deep thrust.

He didn't rush. he started fucking you with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, burying himself to the hilt each time before dragging back out, letting you feel every inch of his thick cock stretching your soaked walls.

The wet, obscene sound of him sliding in and out of you filled the quiet cabin, mixing with your shaky breaths and his low, guttural groans.

"Look at you" he murmured, voice thick and rough, that signature low purr rumbling in his chest.

His dark eyes were locked on your face, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed your expression. "all flushed and pretty for me. you look so good like this."

Your cheeks were burning red, heat spreading across your face and down your neck. you couldn't hide it — the way your lips were parted, the way your eyes fluttered every time he bottomed out, the way your body trembled under his weight.

Riki drank it all in, his hips rolling deeper, grinding against you in a way that made your toes curl.

You moaned softly, fingers digging into his back as he hit that perfect spot again and again. "Riki… ah— p..please... so deep—"

He groaned, the sound low and heavy, almost animalistic. he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your lips. "yeah? you feel me all the way up here?" he thrust harder, deliberately, making sure you felt every inch.

Your head fell back against the mattress, a high, desperate moan escaping your throat. Riki's hand slid up your thigh, gripping it firmly to keep your leg in place as he fucked you.

He suddenly slowed down, almost torturously, grinding deep inside you instead of pulling out.

His hips moved in slow circles, pressing against your clit with every roll. you whimpered, trying to move your hips to get more friction, but he held you still, completely in control.

You were a mess beneath him — face flushed bright red, lips swollen from earlier kisses, eyes glassy with pleasure.

Riki stared at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, his own cheeks slightly pink, hair falling messily over his forehead.

He finally leaned down and kissed you.

The kiss was deep, slow, and consuming. his tongue slid against yours in long, sensual strokes, tasting you like he couldn't get enough.

You moaned into his mouth, your hands sliding up to cup his face, thumbs brushing his sharp jawline. Riki groaned against your lips, the sound vibrating through the kiss as he started fucking you again, hips snapping forward with more urgency while his tongue continued its slow exploration of your mouth.

You were completely lost in him. your legs shook around his shoulders as he drove into you, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting growing louder.

Every thrust made your breasts bounce between you, and Riki couldn't resist breaking the kiss to lean down and suck one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling before he bit down gently.

"Riki— ah!" you cried out, back arching.

He groaned around your breast, the vibration sending sparks through your body.

He switched to the other one, sucking and biting, leaving more marks across your chest. his hips never stopped moving, fucking you with deep, steady thrusts that made your head spin.

"you're so fucking pretty when you're like this" he panted, voice rough. "all red and moaning my name. makes me want to keep you here all day."

You whimpered, fingers threading through his hair and tugging. "please… don't stop…"

Riki groaned deeply, the sound almost a purr as he fucked you harder again, the bed creaking louder beneath you.

He kissed you again — messy, desperate, tongues sliding together as his hips snapped forward. your moans were muffled against his mouth, your body trembling as the pleasure built higher and higher.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and intense. "you gonna cum for me, baby? i can feel you squeezing me so tight."

You nodded frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes. "yes— Riki, i'm so close…"

He groaned, thrusting harder, deeper, his thumb finding your clit again and rubbing fast, tight circles.

Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, your body tensing beneath him as the orgasm finally crashed over you.

You came hard, walls clenching rhythmically around his cock, a broken cry of his name spilling from your lips.

Your entire body shook, legs trembling over his shoulders as waves of pleasure ripped through you.

Riki groaned loudly, the sound deep and raw as he felt you cum around him. he kept fucking you through it, hips snapping faster, chasing his own release.

His breathing was ragged, groans turning into low, desperate sounds as he buried his face in your neck.

"Fuck— i'm gonna cum" he panted against your skin. "gonna fill you up, baby. you want that?"

You nodded weakly, still trembling from your orgasm. "yes… please…"

With a deep, broken groan, Riki thrust deep one last time and came hard. thick, hot streams of cum spilled inside you, pulse after pulse as he emptied himself deep in your pussy.

He kept moving slowly, grinding through his orgasm, making sure every drop stayed inside you.

But he wasn't done.

He pulled out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss.

He stroked his still-hard cock fast, aiming at your body. the first thick rope landed across your abdomen, the second on your pussy, painting your folds with his cum.

He kept stroking, milking himself until the last drops fell onto your skin.

You lay there, breathing hard, body marked and covered in him, face still flushed red.

Riki looked down at you, chest heaving, eyes dark with satisfaction and something softer underneath. he leaned down and kissed your forehead, then your lips, slow and gentle this time.

The room was quiet again, only the sound of your heavy breathing and the distant waves outside.

Riki buried deep inside you again for a long, quiet moment, his forehead pressed against yours as both of you caught your breath.

His cock twitched inside you, still pulsing with the last aftershocks of his orgasm. he didn't pull out right away.

Instead, he rolled his hips slowly, pushing his cum deeper into you with lazy, deliberate thrusts, making sure you felt every drop.

You whimpered softly, oversensitive and full, your walls fluttering around him. Riki let out a low, satisfied hum, kissing the corner of your mouth gently.

"Gotta keep it in" he murmured, voice hoarse but teasing. "don't want any of it wasting, do we?"

He finally pulled out slowly, watching with dark eyes as a thick trail of his cum leaked from your pussy.

Before it could drip too far, he used two fingers to push it back inside you, stuffing you gently but possessively. you gasped at the sensation, legs still trembling.

"Riki…" you breathed, half-complaint, half-plea.

He smirked, wiping his fingers on your inner thigh before finally pulling his shorts and boxers back up, tucking himself away like nothing had happened.

He was still fully dressed otherwise — tank top slightly damp with sweat, shorts hanging low on his hips. meanwhile, you were a complete mess: legs spread, pussy creamy and leaking his cum, body covered in bites, hickeys, and red fingerprints.

Riki stood there for a second, admiring the sight with a lazy, satisfied grin.

"Look at you" he said, voice low and mocking in that lazy way. "all fucked out and stuffed full of me. you're literally dripping, dwarf. such a pretty little disaster."

You groaned, covering your face with your arm, still breathing hard.

Your legs stayed open, too tired to close them yet. Riki chuckled softly and reached for your phone on the nightstand.

"By the way… did you text your mom that we got back safe?" he asked, already unlocking your phone with the password he knew by heart.

You shook your head, still trying to catch your breath. "no… not yet."

Riki hummed, typing quickly. "figures. i'll do it. can't have her worrying and coming back early."

He sent the message, then tossed the phone aside.

He moved back to the bed, placing his hands on your knees and gently spreading your legs a little wider, eyes dropping to your creamy, used pussy with obvious pride.

"Damn… you look so good like this" he murmured, voice softer now, almost reverent. "all marked up, full of my cum, legs shaking. my perfect girl."

You let out a tired, embarrassed laugh. "you're so annoying."

He grinned, but there was real affection in his eyes. "yeah, but you love it."

You tried to sit up, but your legs felt like jelly. "help me to the bathroom… i can't walk like this."

Riki's expression softened further. without a word, he slid his arms under you — one behind your back, the other under your knees — and lifted you effortlessly, cradling you against his chest.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his shoulder as he carried you to the bathroom.

He kicked the door shut behind you both and set you down gently on the edge of the sink counter.

The bathroom light was soft, and the mirror showed exactly how wrecked you looked: hair messy, lips swollen, shoulders and chest covered in marks, thighs shiny with his cum.

Riki turned on the warm water in the sink and grabbed a clean washcloth.

He wet it and started cleaning you carefully, wiping your face first, then your neck and chest. his touch was surprisingly gentle now, the roughness from earlier replaced with quiet care.

"You're really red everywhere" he said, voice low as he cleaned between your legs with soft strokes. "does it hurt?"

"A little" you admitted, wincing when he touched a particularly sensitive bite mark on your breast. "you went kinda hard."

Riki hummed, pressing a soft kiss to the mark. "sorry. couldn't help it. you make me lose control when you look at me like that."

You stayed quiet as he continued cleaning you, his hands moving with surprising patience.

He wiped your thighs, your pussy, even carefully pushing some of the leaking cum back inside you with his fingers, making you shiver.

"Riki…" you whispered, half-protest.

"Shh. Just keeping it where it belongs" he murmured, a small smirk on his lips. but his eyes were soft.

He finished cleaning you, then helped you stand on shaky legs, holding you steady against his chest.

"You okay?" he asked again, voice quieter this time, more serious. "not just physically. i was… kinda rough earlier. with the biting and everything.”

You nodded, leaning into him. "i'm okay. it was a lot, but… i wanted it too."

Riki wrapped his arms around you, holding you close for a long moment.

The bathroom was warm and quiet, the only sound the distant waves outside and your breathing.

"I hate fighting with you" he said against your hair. "even when i'm mad, i still just wanna be close to you like this."

You hugged him tighter. "me too."

He pulled back slightly and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips — slow and sweet this time. when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

"Let's get you cleaned up properly" he whispered. "then we can nap until your family gets back. sound good?"

You nodded, feeling safe and warm in his arms despite everything that had happened.

Riki turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature before helping you step in.

He stayed with you the whole time, washing your hair gently, running soapy hands over your marked body with careful touches, kissing every bruise and bite mark like an apology and a claim at the same time.

For now, the clouds have passed.

jake. the ultimate sex addict. more like sex machine. you can bend slightly to pick something up, but jake usually runs to you and dry-humps your leg.

you come back from work. u arent quite tired, since there wasnt much to do today. you put your jacket away and pull off your shoes. then, you hear footsteps. theyre fast. really fast. jake appears around the corner, drifting over to you. his nose nuzzles in your neck. "nghh~ hi baby!" he whimpers, his voice filled with need. "hi jake!" you smile, trying to pull away from him. he detaches from ur neck, but takes your hand. "lets go to the bedroom..please mommy!" he says, need growing bigger every minute. "oh my god, jake, atleast let me go change my clothes. u can wait for 5 minutes, right?" he releases you from his grip. "if you insist.. but ill be waiting by the bathroom door! the moment you come out im pulling you with me!" you giggle stepping in the bathroom and locking the door.

while youre in the middle of changing, you hear wet, sloppy sounds from outside. then, you hear whispers: "a-ah..need you so bad right now.. i-im gonna.. ah!" jake just cummed. "jake, im coming, just hold on for a second!" you say, hurrying. you step out of the bathroom, only to see jake sitting on the floor, his pants pulled down and shirt rolled up. cum all over his abs and clothes. somehow, his dick is still rock hard. "jake! you couldnt even wait for me?" you say, faking frustration. "i-im sorry, mommy.." he gets up, pinning you to the ground, 2 fingers shoving in you immediatly. you gasp, jake speeding up the pumping. "a-ah! jake, please.." you whimper. jake cums again just from the sight of you.

he pulls you up, carrying you, still fingering you. he slams the bedroom door open and lays you on the bed. he pulls his fingers out of you and replaces them with his mouth. "fuck, jake!" you squirt all over his face. "fuck yes!" he groans and licks up all your juices. "so goddamn sweet.." he pulls off his already soaked sweatpants off and rips open a condom with his teeth and then rolls the condom on. he alignes himself with your entrance. "p-please go slow, jake!" you say in a high-pitched voice. jake doesnt care. he pounds in you so hard, you see stars. "your so tight..so good!" he moans in pleasure. you grip the bedsheets, trying to hold on for dear life. your walls flutter, reaching another orgasm. "fuck, im so close..a-ah!" he whimpers and his mouth stays open as he cums. he pulls out of you, the emptiness stinging. he takes off the filled condom, ties it up and throws it away. "j-jake..i dont think we can go for another round today, im tired." you say quietly. jake immediatly understands and hugs you softly, almost like a puppy. "shall i clean you up, yeah?" he speaks in that familiar aussie accent, but a small rasp in his voice from sex.

you sit in the bed, jake is gaming right infront of the bed. the gaming chair has a oval shaped hole in the armrests, his right hand is fingering it unconsciously. you notice and look at the motion. you swallow, trying to ignore the heat building up in your cunt. you decide to do something risky. you get up and pull jakes chair back away from the table. "hey!" he says, slightly frustrated. then, you sit in his lap, facing him. you start grinding yourself against him. "ah, fuck!" he moans, his head falling back. you grind for 5 more minutes. "im gonna cum if your gonna grind just a little more!" he whimpers. but you hop off him. "u-uh?" he groans in confusion. but you step away and head to the kitchen. "y/n-ah~ you cant leave me like this!" he chases after you.

he reaches you, and latches his hands onto your waist, but you rip them off. "no!" he hugs you harder, this time impossible to escape. he grinds his bulge against your leg. "jake, ur so hard, u know that?" you say, laughing a little. "yes, mommy..i need you, now!" he moans, a wet patch already forming in the front of his pants. you pull his pants down and grip his dick very hard. jake squelches in pain, but also in pleasure. a string of cum comes out again. he cups your breasts. "please baby, rub me more!.." he moans, and you start jerking him off. he moans loudly. "yes, yes.. just like that!" he cums again on the floor. "jake, you know you cant cum on the floor!" you say, slightly angry. "im sorry mommy, i will clean it up!

{authors note}: tysm for reading! this is my 3rd fic, but first time writing basically only smut.. i might make a part 2 for this fic! write in the comments if you want it!

{taglist !open!}: @st4rstudd3d, @snowysunoo

            “Mhm…” he hummed, biting his bottom lip, kicking his sneakers off before jumping onto the bed, hearing your giggles come to life—he tackled you immediately, pushing you back and engulfing you ever so tightly that he almost cut off your air supply, finally opting on burrowing into your neck. The book you had been reading was now long forgotten, carefully placing it on his bedside table before one hand caressed his back, the other immediately reaching for his scalp. Lips parted in a good sense of bewilderment, you felt his freshly cut hair with your delicate fingertips, marvelling at how annoyingly silky it still was: even after years of hair dye. “God, you smell nice,” Ni-ki murmured against your skin, peppering a few kisses along your clavicle, tips of his ears warming at the sight of one of his old t-shirts adorning your figure, paired with your pajama shorts. However, when you didn’t respond, he lifted his head, crinkling his eyebrows as he spoke. “Baby?”

            “You know, I don’t get it. Your hair is so soft!” You wondered, eyebrows furrowing with adorable frustration that Ni-ki loved to see, this time being no different as a lazy smile tugged at the cusps of his mouth. “Honestly, what do the stylists put in your dye…? Seriously.”

            “Do you like it?” He asked, adjusting himself so he was hovering over your figure, finally getting you to meet his gaze—his eyebrow raised expectantly, watching you roll your eyes. Intentionally or not, Ni-ki always seemed to be wanting your approval, often asking if he picked the right accessories or if he should have a specific colour scheme for the day. Funnily enough, you always replied with the idea he had in mind first. It was amusing how interlinked the two of you were.

            “Duh. It’s honey blonde!” you smiled, remembering the conversation you both had the other day—discovering his debut pictures, you loved his hair colour from the first music video he filmed; Given-Taken. “You look so cute… Like your younger self,” you cooed, leaning up to press a sweet kiss upon his lips—only for your boyfriend to dodge it entirely with a huff, your quiet gasp of offence threatening to knock him into a fit of laughter.

            “Cute? Are you serious?” he pouted, collapsing against your body again as his nose nudged into your neck, your arms begrudgingly wrapping around him once more. He sought your warmth, right hand travelling under your shirt to rest just above your abdomen. “That wasn’t the vibe I was going for,” he muttered, a slight whine to his tone as you tutted in response, fingernails scratching his scalp whilst he practically preened under your touch.

            “How can you complain about me calling you cute when you act like this?” your gentle, teasing voice filled his lungs as if it was a lull, another low hum leaving his throat, hiding his face completely in the depths of your neck. “No, but genuinely… I love your hair. It’s so pretty,” you admired, hearing his quiet, sleepy chuckle rumble against your thudding pulse. “The colour suits you so well, my love. How long are you planning to keep it for?”

            “Mm… not sure yet, baby,” he smiled—you could feel it at the least, full lips tingling your skin. “But, since you like it so much…”

            “Yay,” you giggled again, voice resounding to a murmur, hearing his breathing become slower by the minute. “Awhhh… my baby’s had such a long day.”

            “Stop,” he mumbled, your words coating his cheeks with a pretty rouge, skin growing warmer, basking in your affection. A beat passed before he quickly took back his words. “I have…”

            “Then, go to sleep, silly,” you teetered, legs entangling with his as he got comfortable. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

            “Better be,” he uttered, an arm wrapping around your waist. “Wanna play Roadside Shawarma later?”

            “Ew, no,” you grimaced before continuing. “Oooo, DTI was updated the other day, though!”

            “…Fine.”

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