#rideanishimura

don't like it, don't read it <3 this is a fictional story written for entertainment purposes and does not represent heeseung or riki irl. mdni, 18+ only.

synopsis: your brother’s two best friends coerce you into smoking weed with them, you naively partake not knowing they have something darker planned for you tonight...

wc: 3.0k (lightly proofread — but barely lol)

content/trigger warnings: marijuana use, dubcon, loss of virginity (f), small mention of blood, threesome, lot's of manipulation, face-fucking, fingering, unprotected sex (don't do this my loves), creampie, squirting, domki x heedom (love them), pet names, also a little degradation. sorry if i missed anything.

this turned out way more twisted than i intended…

my posts are designed to be read in the app ^u^

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You and your brother Jake never really got along. Enough to stomach sharing an apartment together, but never enough to be close like siblings were supposed to be. Somehow, he still felt the need to be overprotective of you, as if his own lifestyle didn't provide enough reason for you to want to stay locked in your room.

Unfortunately for you, he had friends to match his nonchalant, fuck boy complex. And they were always around. Drinking beer, taking shots, smoking weed. When they weren’t being absolute degenerates, they all had their asses glued to the couch playing whatever game the group was hyper fixated on that week.

It’s a relaxing Saturday night, or so you thought. You laid in your cozy bed, cute silk pajama set on, giggling at TikTok’s and text messages from your girlfriends. Your brother was out for the night doing his typical fraternity bullshit with the guys. After hours of scrolling, 1AM finally hits. Your eyelashes flutter as you fight back the drowsiness that suddenly hit you. Just as you were drifting into slumber, your apartment door flung open, two incredibly loud voices following.

“Dude fucking help me?” Heeseung shot towards Riki as they carried Jake’s drunken, half conscious body into the living room. “I’m fucking trying man, don’t be pissed at me just because Jake can’t hold his shit!” Rolling your eyes, you sat up, deciding to go see what the fuss was about. “Jesus, what’s going on in there?” Your voice laced in the annoyance of their existence. You reached the living to catch Riki and Heeseung dropping your brother’s limp body onto the couch.

Riki’s hands shot up in the air quickly, “He’s alive, we swear!” he chuckled, acknowledging Jake’s barely lucid state he arrived home in. Heeseung looked at you and shrugged casually, heading out to the balcony to smoke, Riki following right after him. You rolled your eyes while padding back towards your room. You weren’t even remotely in the mood to deal with their bullshit tonight.

Just as you were finally within the clutches of sleep again, you heard your door creak open. “Hey Princess.” Heeseung purred with a large grin on his face. “Come smoke with us.” Riki said coolly, you could tell he wasn’t asking you, but telling you. You let out an irritated sigh, “You guys know I don’t do that trash.” Heeseung laughed stepping into your room. Riki shadowing right behind him, pulling your door closed and turning the lock.

“Look, whatever type of game you two are playing tonight, I’m seriously not in the mood.” You sat up, crossing your arms as a physical barrier between you and them. Riki didn't flinch. Instead, he pulled the joint from behind his ear with a slow grace and sparked it. “Riki, seriously?! Not in my room? Jake will—” Before you could finish, Riki leaned in, closing the distance until you were trapped against the headboard. He exhaled a thick, grey cloud of smoke directly into your face. You coughed, the heavy scent filling your lungs against your will. He laughed, his head panning quickly around the room like he was checking the locks, before his eyes locked back onto yours with a dark intensity.

“I don’t see Jake here, do you?” he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, coercive hum. “It’s just us. And you look way too uptight Princess.” Heeseung let out a sharp snicker, reaching out to take the joint from Riki’s fingers. But he didn’t hit it, instead he held it toward your lips. “Take a hit,” Heeseung urged, his eyes scanning you with a predatory gaze. “It’ll make everything… easier to handle.”

You looked at the glowing cherry of the joint Heeseung held toward you.You’d spent your whole life being the "good" one. But looking at Riki and Heeseung. Dark, dangerous, hot and offering a doorway out of your boring reality, you felt a surge of desperate curiosity overwhelming you. You knew you should push the joint away. You knew the way Heeseung was looking at you should have made you bolt for the door and yell for Jake. But the fear was starting to feel like adrenaline.

Your fingers trembled as you reached out, brushing against Heeseung’s hand to take the joint. You looked at Riki, who had leaned back against the headboard, his smirk growing wider, more territorial. You finally took a breath, inhaling the hot, harsh smoke into your lungs. The world tilted. Your vision blurred edges, the sharp corners of your room softening into a haze. A heavy warmth began to spread through your limbs, dragging your shoulders down, making your protest feel a million miles away. "Good girl," Heeseung murmured. The words were a low vibration that seemed to hum right against your skin. He moved closer, the mattress dipping under his weight.

Riki leaned in from the other side, his voice dark near your ear. "See? Much better than being stuck up, right?” As the second wave of the high hit, the fear didn't vanish. It just became quiet and muffled by a thick layer of confusion. You felt a hand settle on your waist, the touch soft but possessive. It was Heeseung. “Fuck y/n, I always thought you were so hot.” he cooed, his large hands playing with the waistband of your silky pajamas. “Shit bro, me too.” Riki hummed, his eyes fixated on your heaving chest. “I always wondered, have you ever even been touched by a guy?” You felt your breath halt. Was it that easy to tell? “I—” you felt a warm jolt flowing through your body, physically feeling your face start to flush with embarrassment. “I’m a virgin…” you murmured, head hanging in deep shame.

Heeseung’s face turned dark and animalistic as he gave Riki a nod. Riki started to kiss your neck, while Heeseung continued to tease your soft, delicate skin through your waistband. “You smell so good Princess, just like cherries and vanilla.” Riki groaned into your skin, feeling himself start to harden in his sweats. “Riki… what if Jake—” Heeseung immediately cut you off, trailing his hand slowly down your waist, stopping at your clothed clit. “Shhh, relax baby. Jake doesn’t need to know a thing.” Your cunt throbbed against his fingers causing him to reveal a mischievous smirk. Riki slid your shirt up, revealing your perky round breasts and peach colored nipples.

Without notice, his mouth latched to you, suckling and nibbling, as his other hand caressed and massaged. Riki’s mouth was a searing heat against your breast, his tongue a contrast to the cool air of the room. You tried to focus, to remember why you were supposed to be afraid, but the high was clouding your conscience. "R-Riki… Stop…" you gasped, your fingers curling into the sheets. You weren't positive if you were trying to push him away or pull him closer. "Don't worry about him," Heeseung’s voice vibrated against your ear in a low hum. His hand, heavy and certain, pressed firmly against your clit through your soaked panties. Riki settled right against the headboard, and you’re forced back into his lap, his powerful legs framing yours.

The simple touch sent a spike of pleasure through your drugged haze, making your hips buck involuntarily. Heeseung let out a triumphant sound. "Look at you. So responsive." You felt a second pair of hands, Riki’s, slide down from your chest to your thighs, his fingers hooking into the hem of your pajama shorts. Everything was happening at once. The sensation of Heeseung’s palm grinding against your covered cunt and Riki’s teeth grazing your collarbone created a sensory overload that made you nothing but a mess.

The silence of the apartment is heavy, broken only by the faint sound of Jake’s drunken snoring from the living room. A terrifying reminder of how close your brother is and how completely oblivious he is to the fact that his two best friends are taking you apart just a few feet away. "A virgin," Heeseung laughs, the word sounding like some type of prize on his tongue. He looks over at Riki, a dark silent agreement passing between them that makes your skin rush with a fresh wave of heat. "We’ll have to be very careful with you then, won't we? Wouldn't want to break something so… delicate." The gentleness in his voice is a total lie, betrayed by the way his hand suddenly tightened against your thigh, his fingers digging into your soft skin. Riki leans in, his breath warm against your ear, "Jake thinks you’re such a fucking saint. If he saw you right now, your face all flushed, high as shit, letting us touch you like this..." He lets out a low laugh that vibrates against your neck. "He’d lose his fucking mind."

"R-Riki, please…" you start, but the protest dies in your throat quickly as Heeseung loses his patience. With a slow, deliberate tug, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your silk shorts and your soaked panties, dragging them down your legs in one swift motion. The cool air hits your skin, making you squirm violently but Heeseung doesn't let you retreat. He pushes your knees apart, settling himself firmly between them, his presence overwhelming. "Don't worry about Jake," Heeseung murmurs, his eyes scanning your body with a twisted hunger as he reaches for the button of his jeans. "By the time we’re done with you, Princess, you won't even remember his name."

Heeseung pulls out his cock, roughly tugging on it to the sight of your sheer helplessness. You can't help but stare. You’ve never seen a man like this before, let alone one this large, and not within inches of your face? Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic rhythm that Riki seems to feel as he begins to manhandle you. He shifts your weight easily, pulling your back against his chest and settling you firmly between his spread legs. His arms still tightly wrapped around you from behind, large hands cupping your breasts and massaging them with a rough possessiveness that makes your skin burn. “Hee... p-please,” your voice trembling as you look at him standing between your knees. “I know you don’t want to do this...”

Heeseung cocks his head slightly to the side, his gaze dropping to the way Riki’s hands are moving over your breasts. “Shhh... just be good and take it,” he murmurs, his voice dropping into a quiet but coercive command. “Can you do that for me, Princess?” Your brain is turning to scrambled eggs. The weed is hitting you so hard that you can’t think to save your life. Panic sets in along with the heat of the two guys pinning you down, so you just nod in a daze of compliance. You feel Riki’s breath hitch behind you, his hardened cock pressing like a brand into your back. Heeseung nods, bending down until his mouth is hovering over your soaked pussy. “So cute, Princess. So tiny and pink. Tight and untouched," he murmurs, his voice a low, dark vibration. "Can’t wait to absolutely destroy you.” Your heart sank into your ass, you knew he meant every single word. Without warning Heeseung shoves two fingers into your cunt, pumping in and out without mercy.

A whimpering cry escapes you, a sound that makes Riki’s cock twitch against your spine. When Heeseung’s fingers finally pull back, stained with the proof of your stolen innocence, the reality of the situation crashes into you. You aren’t a "good girl" anymore. That version of you died the second that door locked. "Heeseung... I'm bleeding, please!" your voice comes out as a broken, airy sob. Heeseung doesn't look guilty, he looks quite satisfied. He leans in, his eyes dark with a terrifying pride. "I know, Princess. It’s okay," he murmurs low and predatory. "I had to get that out of the way. I want you ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to ruin you."

The bed suddenly heaves as Riki snaps. “Fuck this,” he growls, letting your body slam back into the mattress as he pulls his sweats down, freeing his throbbing cock. “Open, baby.” He purrs, settling himself to your side. Your eyes widen, darting between the two of them. “Riki, I don’t know how to—” Your words are cut short by Riki’s cock piercing into your virgin mouth, the intrusion forcing a choked cry from your throat. Heeseung growls, his hands moving to your hips to hold you steady for Riki’s sloppy rhythm. "Look at you. Two of us at once, and Jake is just a few walls away. What a natural born slut.” Riki thrusts deep, hitting the back of your throat, his hunger growing as he hears your muffled, desperate sounds. You’re caught in a vice. Riki’s weight above you and Heeseung’s relentless fingers still working you from below.

You’re completely drowning in them. The taste of Riki, the smell of the smoke still clinging to the air, and the relentless pressure of Heeseung’s hands on your hips. Every time you try to pull back in panic to catch your breath, Riki’s hand tangles in your hair, holding you deeper in place, his rhythm unapologetic and demanding. Heeseung watches from between your legs, his expression calculated. He wasn’t just watching, he was orchestrating. He reaches up, his thumb grazing your bottom lip where it’s completely stretched around Riki's thick cock, before his hand slides back down to guide himself to your entrance. "Look at me, Princess," Heeseung commands, his voice cutting through the fog you’re in. You struggle to focus your blurred eyes on him, your muffled whimpers lost against Riki’s shaft. Heeseung waits until he’s certain you’re looking, until he can see the exact moment the realization hits you. That he’s the one in charge and he’s the one about to change everything.

"Riki’s been a good distraction, hasn't he?" Heeseung laughs, a predatory smirk spreading across his face. He positions himself, his tip pressing against your aching, slightly bloodied heat. "But I think it’s time we give you what you’re really here for. Right baby?" Without hesitation, Heeseung dips forward, his weight slamming into you as he drives himself into your virgin cunt. The scream you try to let out is buried in Riki’s abdomen. You feel the sharp, searing stretch of him tearing through what’s left of your innocence, his large cock filling you so completely it feels like you’re being split in half. "Fuck…" Heeseung groans, his forehead dropping against your stomach as he shutters at the tight, virgin grip of your pussy. Above you, Riki lets out a jagged breath, his hands tightening on your shoulders as he watches Heeseung claim you. “You're so tight," Heeseung pants, his voice dripping with that terrifying pride again. "Stay on him, baby. Don't stop now. I want to feel you shaking while I ruin this for good."

Heeseung doesn't wait for you to adjust. He begins to move, his thrusts are deep and rhythmic, driving into you with force. You’re caught in a crossfire of pleasure and pain, your body stretched to its limit by Heeseung while your mouth is occupied by Riki’s demanding pace. The "good girl" you used to be is officially dead and gone, buried under the weight of your brother’s two best friends. The weed makes everything feel like it’s happening in slow motion. The sound of the bed frame knocking against the wall, the low guttural swears the guys trade over your head. You find yourself clinging tightly to Riki’s thighs, your fingers digging into his skin as an orgasm begins to fracture through your nerves, exacerbated by your high.

"That's it," Heeseung hisses, feeling your walls clamp down around him in a desperate grip. "Take it all, Princess. Come all over this cock." Suddenly, a terrifyingly sweet pressure builds in your lower stomach, a sensation you’ve never felt before. You try to pull away, your muffled cries turning into frantic, desperate pleading, but Heeseung only pins your wrists to the mattress driving into you deeper. Suddenly, a hot gush of fluid erupts from your pussy, soaking your sheets and splashing against Heeseung’s stomach as your body completely gives in. You’re squirting. Virgin muscles spasming so hard around him that it’s almost painful, a climax that leaves you completely shattered. Your head thrashes, vision tunneling as the overstimulation drags you under. "Fuck, look at you," Heeseung pants, as he feels the heat of you flooding the space between your bodies. "I told you I’d ruin you, didn't I?" Riki lets out a jagged, out of breath laugh, his eyes meeting Heeseung’s over your shaking state. There’s a silent, victorious flash of understanding between them. A shared pride in finally breaking the "good girl."

“Gonna come inside baby!” Heeseung groans with urgency. With one final punishing rush, Heeseung pins you down and finds his release, his weight crushing you into the mattress. Simultaneously, Riki groans, his hands fisting in your hair as he finishes in your mouth, the dual sensation sending you over the edge into a state of exhaustion and shame.The adrenaline begins to fade, replaced by a cold, sinking dread. Heeseung is the first to move. He pulls out, looking down at your disheveled, ruined state with a smug, lingering heat in his eyes.

"Clean yourself up," he whispers, leaning down so his lips brush your ear. "And remember what I said. Jake doesn't need to know a thing. This is our little secret now." He tosses the finished joint into the empty soda can on your nightstand, nodding to Riki. Without another word, the two of them quickly dress and slip out of your room, the lock clicking softly behind them. You’re left alone in the dark, trembling and dripping with the evidence of what they've done, staring at the ceiling in the wreckage of your own innocence.

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i hope you enjoyed this! i was a little nervous to post! reblogs, feedback and likes are always appreciated.

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don't like it, don't read it <3 this is a fictional story written for entertainment purposes and does not represent jake or riki irl. mdni, 18+ only.

wc: 2.1k (lightly proofread — but barely lol)

content/trigger warnings: cheating(ish?), brother/brother sharing (this is not an incest fic), rough sex, oral sex (f), unprotected sex (don’t do this my loves), threesome, voyeurism, creampie, squirting, a sprinkle of degradation, sorry if i missed anything.

hey so this turned out way freakier than i planned sorry in advance x

my posts are designed to be read in the app, may look bad on web.

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It had always been Riki. Even before Jake ever asked for your number, before you ever stepped foot in this house, your eyes had always gravitated toward his younger brother. Jake was safe, predictable, and kind—but Riki was a quiet, dark storm that you couldn't stop staring into. It’s not that you didn’t love Jake, that was never the issue. You just could never control the throb that came from between your legs any time his little brother was in your presence.

The shift of the mattress behind you felt like a gunshot in the quiet room. You froze, holding your breath until Jake’s heavy, even breathing resumed, his arm slipping off your waist and thudding softly onto the pillow. He was completely out cold. Safe.

Tucking your hair behind your ears, you quietly slid out of bed, the floorboards cold beneath your bare feet. You knew exactly which corner belonged to Riki’s bedroom door. You’d stared at it every single time you stayed over. Turning the knob slowly to avoid a click, you stepped inside the dark room, your chest heaving as the faint scent of his cologne washed over you.

“Jake?" Riki’s voice was rough, thick with sleep as he sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist. "Not Jake," you whispered innocently. A heavy, stunned silence filled his bedroom. You heard the rustle of the blanket as Riki froze, his eyes adapting to the shadows until they locked onto you standing by his bedside in your skimpy pajama shorts. He was completely shocked, his jaw slightly slack as he tried to process why his older brother’s girl was standing in his room at three in the morning.

"What the hell are you doing in here Y/N?" he muttered, his voice dropping into a low, slightly panicked hiss. You took a step closer, letting the moonlight catch your half clothed body, you noticed he didn't pull the covers up. He didn't tell you to leave either. He just watched you, his gaze suddenly turning intense, entirely captivated by your breathtaking curves.

You didn’t answer right away. You let the silence stretch, your eyes locked onto his as your hands traced down to the waistband of your pajama shorts. Slowly, deliberately, you pushed them down your legs and stepped out of them, leaving you standing in nothing but your tiny, scrap of a black lace thong. Riki’s breath hitched, the sharp sound cutting through the quietness of the room. His eyes tracked the movement like a man possessed, his cock twitching with partial shame. “I’ve been lying in his bed for two hours, Riki,” you whispered, your voice a sweet velvety purr that made his chest tighten. “And the entire time, all I could think about was you.”

Hooking your fingers into the straps of your thong, you slid the fabric down your thighs, stepping completely out of it. Now, stood entirely bare before him. You took one more step closer to the edge of his mattress, your heart hammering as you slid two fingers between your soaked folds, rubbing slow, heavy circles around your swollen clit.

“You know how much I want you?” you gasped softly, a quiet whimper escaping your lips as the friction hit the hot slick heat between your legs. “I’m soaking wet for you. I’ve always wanted you, Riki. Sometimes even more than him. Please...”

Riki’s jaw tightened so hard you heard his teeth grind. His gaze was glued to the rhythmic movement of your fingers, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. The absolute shock was gone, replaced by a raw hunger that completely eradicated any thoughts of his brother. He reached out, his large hand wrapping securely around your wrist, instantly halting your fingers. "Fuck," he growled, his voice deep, laced with want. "You have no clue what you're starting."

Before the last word could fully leave his mouth, Riki gripped your waist with both hands, his fingers digging bruisingly into your hips as he yanked you forward. He didn't pull you onto the bed, he dragged you straight to the edge, his head tilting back as he buried his face entirely between your thighs.

The first stroke of his tongue was punishingly wet, carving a line from your ass straight up to your swollen, needy clit. You let out a sharp, choked gasp, your fingers instantly kneading into his thick, dark hair to hold yourself steady as your knees buckled in complete ecstasy. Riki didn't give you a single second to adjust. He pulled your lips wide open, exposing your sticky slick dripping completely before he plunged his tongue deep inside you.

He ate you out with a filthy and desperate hunger, his tongue curling and thrusting inside the tight walls of your cunt while his thumb buried itself against your clit, rubbing in quick circles. The sound of it was deafening in the quiet room. The wet, sloppy slapping of his full lips against your dripping skin, the heavy ragged breaths he sucked in against your thighs, and the thick, messy slick of your own arousal coating his chin and jawline. You were completely drunk in him, your hips rolling helplessly against his mouth as he sucked your clit deeper between his lips, nibbling and swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud.

"R-Riki oh god, Riki," you whimpered, your head whipped back, voice entirely unraveling by the sheer speed of his mouth against your folds. You were right on the edge, your walls pulsing and clenching, completely blind to the rest of the world.

Which is why neither of you heard the floorboards creaking in the hallway…

Click. The bedroom door swung inward, casting a wide beam of light from the hallway straight across the bed.

You froze, your heart stopping in your chest as your eyes snapped open mid orgasm. Standing in the doorway was your boyfriend, Jake. He was only in his boxers, his eyes wide and dark as they took in the sight: his younger brother on his knees, his face completely buried between your wide open slick covered thighs, your juices glistening all over Riki’s mouth.

Quiet fell over the room, broken only by your frantic, shallow breathing. You waited for the cursing, the punch, the betrayal to shatter the room. Instead, Jake’s gaze traveled slowly from his brother’s pussy soaked face, up the length of your trembling legs, settling directly on your flushed, bare chest. His jaw tightened, a possessive look replaced the shock in his eyes.

"Jake..." you breathed out, a terrifying mix of shame and lingering arousal making your voice tremble. Jake didn't look at Riki. He didn't say a word to him. His focus stayed entirely locked on you as he stepped into the room, closing the door firmly behind softly.

"You're a cheating little slut, aren't you?" Jake murmured, his voice dropping to a low and dangerously hot growl as he walked toward the bed, his eyes fixed entirely on your dripping cunt. He shed his boxers, his hard length springing free in the shadows of the half lit room. "If you wanted to get filled up so bad, you should have just asked. Move over, Riki. She's mine first."

Before you could even process the words leaving Jake’s mouth, his hands were on you. There was no gentleness, no slow easing into the mood, just a sudden, heavy weight as he gripped your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach with a bruising force. You landed faced down right over Riki, your bare chest pressing against his warm torso. Before a gasp could fully escape your throat, Jake lined himself up and plunged straight into your soaking wet cunt with one deep, punishing thrust.

"Jaeyun!" You shrieked into the dark room, your back arching violently as your walls were suddenly stretched to their absolute limit. The sudden friction of his thick length hitting your cervix without any warning sent a jolt of pure shock straight through your core. Jake didn't pause to let you adjust. He gripped your waist roughly beginning to drive into you with a brutal, relentless rhythm. Every pound from behind slamming your large breasts entirely against Riki, pinning you into the tight space right between them.

"Fucking brat," Jake growled, his voice sharp against the back of your neck as his chest slapped heavily against your spine with every deep stroke. "Couldn't even leave the house to cheat on me, huh? Had to keep it in the family, didn't you? Look at you, taking your boyfriend's brother's face, and now you're taking me right on top of him."

Beneath you, Riki didn't back away. He instead let out a breathless chuckle at his brother's words, his large hands immediately coming up to claim your body from the front. His fingers dug into your soft breasts, squeezing and massaging them roughly to match the rhythm of Jake's thrusts from behind. Riki leaned up, his mouth locking onto yours to smother your loud, desperate moans, his tongue tangling with yours as his thumb slid down between your squished thighs, finding your puffy aching clit, rolling it in sloppy circles.

You were entirely unraveling between them. Every hard, punishing slam from Jake’s hips drove you deeper into Riki's eager fingers, the double stimulation sending your senses into absolute overload.

"Look at her," Riki muttered against your lips as he watched your eyes roll back in pleasure. "She loves it, Jake. Look how tight she is around me." Suddenly, Jake gripped your hips and pulled out with a wet pop, the abrupt loss of his cock making you gasp against Riki’s neck. Before you could even think or breathe, Jake grabbed your arm and hauled you backwards, effortlessly shifting your weight so you were flat on your back in the center of the mattress.

Riki didn't waste a single second. He slides right between your open thighs, his hard length glistening with your juices, while Jake steps back just enough to hover at the edge of the bed right over your head.

"Keep your eyes right here," Jake commanded, his voice demanding as he wrapped a hand around his thick, leaking cock, stroking himself with a fast, heavy friction right over your face. "Don't look away from me. Watch what this dick is doing for you."

Riki grabbed your knees, pinning them flat against your shoulders to expose you completely. He leaned down, meeting your lips once more with a deep, wet kiss. Without notice, he drove himself all the way inside you in one seamless shove. "Oh fuck Riki!" you shrieked, your head tossing back into the pillows as Riki’s long, girthy length stretched your tight walls to their absolute limit.

"Shit, you're so fucking wet," Riki blurted out, a praise slipping from his lips as he began pounding into you with a steady pace. His hips slammed hard against your ass, the loud slapping of his skin against yours echoing through the quiet room. "Look at her, taking every fucking inch of it."

From above you, Jake’s eyes were widened, his breath hitching as he watched Riki tear into your cunt. The sheer filth of the view had him panting and fucking his fist mercilessly. "Make her scream. I'm gonna come right in that pretty little face." Riki's pace turned frantic, his thumb anchoring hard against your clit, rubbing it into absolute friction as he felt your walls seize around him. Your back arched violently off the sheets, your eyes rolling as a wave of pure uninhibited pleasure hit, hot liquid splashing right onto Riki’s abdomen and thighs. Jake whined out from above. With a few final heavy, desperate tugs he reaches his limit shooting thick ropes of seed painting your face.

Seeing you break, Riki loses the last of his restraint. He leans down, his slick, sweating chest pressing flush against you as he anchored his hands under your ass. He hammers into you with desperate depth, his hips stuttering against yours as your pulsing walls completely unraveled him completely. A broken groan escapes him, vibrating as his entire body goes rigid. Locked deep inside you, his length twitched as his heavy warmth fills your cunt, flooding you with pulsing waves of his release.

Riki slowly eased his weight off you, slipping out with a heavy sigh before collapsing onto his side, his arm immediately slinging over your waist to keep you anchored to him. From the edge of the bed, Jake looks down at the two of you, his chest still heaving as he wiped a stray bead of sweat from his forehead. There was no anger in his eyes. Just a dark, lazy satisfaction. He crawled onto the mattress, sliding in right behind you, sandwiching you.

Jake reached around to trail a finger through the drying warmth on your collarbone before leaning in to press a heavy, possessive kiss to your shoulder. "You got off real easy tonight. If you ever try to play games in this house again, I will make sure you can’t walk for a week. Understood?"

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i hope you enjoyed my writing! reblogs, feedback, follows and likes are always appreciated.

this is my original writing. i do not give anyone permission to repost my writing on other platforms!

first off, don't like it don't read it <3 dead dove incoming. this is a fictional story and does not in any way represent riki's personal character irl (we all know he's a huge sweetheart). mdni, 18+ only.

***i do not condone stalking behavior whatsoever. this is just part of a fictional storyline, NOT something you should ever try or do irl!!***

synopsis: driven by dangerous obsession you sneak into your favorite idols hotel room, only for you to get caught… but he won’t let you leave until you’ve paid the price— his price that is.

wc: 2.4k (lightly proofread — but barely lol)

content/trigger warnings: piss (i love pisski idc), heavy degradation, dubcon (ish?), lots of name calling, choking, spitting, rough sex, face-fucking, oral sex (f), mentions of stalking, obsession, unprotected sex (don’t do this my loves), body betrayal, riki is super fucking sadistic, masturbation with an object (f).

*i have not written in 2-3 years, please be kind*

my posts are designed to be read in the app ^u^

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You worshipped the ground that Nishimura Riki walked on. He didn’t even know who you were or that you existed on the same planet as him, but that never stopped you from wanting to breathe the same air as him every single moment. The minute you got news of his schedule, you hopped on a last minute flight to follow Riki to Taipei for his event with Prada.

Thoughts sprawled around in your brain as you anxiously paced outside of the luxury Hilton hotel he was staying at tonight. If your friends, or anyone for that matter, knew what you had planned tonight, they would cancel you so fucking fast. However, the idea of your certain downfall didn’t stop the desire you had to break into his room while he was out. The second the staff member you paid $800 to leak his room number came outside to grab you, backing out was no longer an option.

“I can do this.” you whispered to yourself as you stood in front of room 222. HIS room. Riki’s room. An uncontrollable ache came from between your legs when you saw the green light on the keypad flash, verifying that your keycard worked. Your pulse was a frantic rhythm in your ears, a drumbeat of "finally, finally, finally." Slowly, you pushed the door open. A room so grand before your eyes. Riki’s luggage and personal items strewn around the floor. The smell of him lingering in the sticky hotel air. In the bathroom, the fluorescent light felt like a spotlight on your crime. You picked up his watch left near the sink, the metal cool against your palm, and pressed it to your pulse point, imagining his heart beating in sync with yours. You saw his towel hanging on the rack, it was heavy, smelling of cedar and citrus. You buried your face in it, inhaling until your lungs burned, desperate to consume every molecule of him before the world snatched him back. Your eyes locked onto the black travel case resting by the faucet. There it was. His toothbrush.

You pressed the damp bristles against your bottom lip, dragging them slowly, agonizingly, across the skin. You closed your eyes, the peppermint scent flooding your senses, making your head light and your knees weak. Suddenly, you found yourself stripped naked on his bed completely exposed, wet with slick merely from the thought of what you had planned next. Gently spreading your folds, the head of his toothbrush was inserted into your tight heat. “Fuck…” you whimpered, knowing that Riki would never know his tooth brush had been inside your sweet hole when he brushed his teeth upon return tonight. Deeper, harder, faster as you fantasize about your beloved idol ruining your tight cunt himself. A pair of his boxers you found lying on the floor draped over your face, the lingering musk of him filling your airway, your hips circle and push forward, breath hitching as your body is ready to coat Riki’s toothbrush in sticky arousal.

Beep. Click. The door opens. Quick foot steps pad against the carpet. You lay frozen on the bed, his toothbrush still buried in your folds. “What the fuck?” Riki scoffed, catching you right in the act. “I— um” you quickly try to explain but he immediately stops you, ripping his chrome hearts boxers off of your covered face. “You’re that stalker bitch who’s always following me around huh?” his words sharp and piercing. A deep pain filled your chest as you started to get up to escort yourself from his room. “Sit. Now.” Riki demanded, his voice rising and tone stern, something you never expected from him. “You think that you can just break in to my room, fuck my toothbrush and leave?” his head cocked to the side in curiosity. “N— no” you barely choked out in reply while studying his face. Riki’s eyes darkened as he grabbed you by your ankles sliding you to the end of the bed. “Let me be really clear right now. If you scream, the police will be here in seconds. If you tell me no, the police will be here in seconds. Understood? Now on your knees, slut.”

Taken aback and confused you situated yourself on your knees as told. “Gonna teach you a lesson stalker bitch.” Riki spat directly on your face and rubbed it around with his cool, clammy hands. Your eyes widened with shock as his warm spit smeared your perfectly sculpted makeup down your cheeks. Riki immediately felt his balls tighten and cock start to harden in his expensive slacks. “You’re pure filth, you know that right? Following me around everywhere I fucking go. Suffocating me with your presence.” he stared coldly before wrapping his hand around your neck delivering a tight squeeze. Your hand sprung out and grabbed his wrist as you fought for air. “Don’t struggle, you need to behave doll.” he shot, voice calm as his free hand unzipped his slacks freeing his cock from his boxers. “Suffocation doesn't feel too good, now does it?” he asked, finally letting go of your neck when he noticed the light behind your eyes fading.

“Open.” Riki commands as he towers over you. You look up at him innocently, shooting a look directly into his eyes that begs him for his mercy. “Not gonna tell you again.” he muttered flatly as you slowly opened your month wide for him. “Gonna take this piss and you’re gonna like it, right?” you nod quickly and oddly willingly as your ready mouth is still ajar, you’d take Riki in any way you could possibly have him. Even if it meant this. Riki’s eyes snapped shut and his head tilted back as he gripped his thick, half hardened cock firmly. A groan escaped his lips as the stream of clear, warm piss started to leak from the head of his cock into your tiny mouth. You whimpered, the sound caught in your throat, but you didn't pull away. You didn't dare move, you were frozen by the absolute power he held over you. Your eyes filled with tears, blurring his cold, handsome face. You stayed perfectly still for him, your jaw aching as your mouth started to overfill. To anyone else, this was ruin. But to you? It was at least proof that Nishimura Riki knew you existed.

“Mmm being so good for me, huh? My little stalker bitch is so obsessed with me that she’s letting me fill her with piss.” he hummed, voice cold and condescending, satisfaction flickering across his face. Your eyes sharpened, pupils expanding as your mouth began to overflow, piss leaking from the corners of your soft pink lips. Face flushed and flashing a panicked look, while Riki seemed amused by your anxious demeanor. “Spit it out, slowly.” he instructed. Carefully you allowed his piss to trickle from your mouth, down to your chin, finally pouring down your chest onto your sensitive, hardened nipples. The mere sight of you like this made Riki’s cock twitch and his balls painfully ache with complete need. The need to take absolutely everything from you tonight.

Riki shoved you backward against the mattress, prying your legs apart with his foot, still dressed in the expensive black Prada shoes he wore to his event tonight. The cold leather stung against your skin, making your hips buck forward desperately for him. “This what you wanted stalker, right? To be my little piss whore and fuck doll?” Riki tutted at you as his eyes roamed your perky, pissed soaked breasts. He ran his shoe slowly between your wet folds as a low, dark chuckle erupted from his chest. Your tight hole clenched around nothing forcing out a whine. “Please…” you muttered quietly. Riki raised his eyebrows in interest. “Please what? Use your words like a big girl.” You took in a large inhale that made your head spin, “Please use me.”

A sadistic smirk appeared on Riki’s face as you watched him quickly shed his clothing. He stepped onto the bed, standing directly over you, tugging on his cock roughly. “Gonna break you so good tonight.” Before you could even blink, Riki shoved his thick cock into your inexperienced, tight throat, pushing deep until you gagged around him. He let out an animalistic, primal groan as he thrust his full length past your lips and into the tight heat of your mouth, hips snapping forward without mercy. You tapped his thighs, signaling to him that you were struggling, but he visibly ignored your discomfort. Your struggle only making his buried cock to grow harder down your esophagus. “Damn, stalker bitch, you feel so good baby. Who knew you weren’t a whore?” he laughed as hot tears rolled down your cheeks.

Riki continued pumping in and out of your throat, bending slightly backward to feel the excitement between your legs. “So fucking wet for me, doll.” he groaned hips still snapping roughly into your mouth. When he finally pulled himself from the depths of your esophagus, the abruptness left you reeling. The cool hotel air hit the back of your throat as you collapsed against the pillows, coughing and gagging, your chest heaving in a desperate scramble for oxygen. Riki settles himself between your legs admiring his work, running two fingers between your tight cunt. “Tell me who owns you?” your eyes now fixed down at him, “Nishimura Riki.” you muttered quietly. He huffed a laugh through his nose, grip tightening on your inner thighs. “I said, who’s your favorite idol, slut?”

Warm pain rushed to your lower half, juices leaking more than before. “Nishimura Riki!” you moaned loudly. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips as he nodded once, striking your inner thigh. A yelp tore from you, chest tightening as you fought back tears. He watched you like he was memorizing the sound of your distress as if it was his favorite song. Riki loved seeing you cry, every sweet tear you shed made his cock strangely ache with even more desire for you. “Pathetic,” he whispered, the word laced with unmistakable satisfaction. Your body twitched as Riki slid his tongue slowly up your hole, giving you the slightest tease of what it would feel like to have him lapping on your clit. “Poor little piss whore” he chuckled, “I know you want me to eat that sweet pussy, don’t you?” Nodding fast with desperation your hips thrusted upwards pleading for his mouth to satisfy your needy, dripping heat.

Riki delivers a harsh slap to your pussy, immediately making it up to you by dragging his warm tongue up your entrance. Stopping on your clit, sucking and lapping on your beautiful bud. “O- oh- my god, fuck Riki.” Your back arched off the mattress as you gripped the luxury pissed soaked sheets, your moans loud enough to echo down the hotel hallway. He didn't give you a second to recover before two fingers glided into your heat with ease. Riki let out a growl. “Barely fed you a fucking crumb yet you’re completely soaked for me?” he purred, a smirk lighting up his face. Your hips bucked, chasing the rhythm of his hand as he found the exact spot that made your brain turn to mush. "G-gonna come... please, can I come?" The rhythm stopped instantly. The sudden stillness was agonizing. Riki leaned up, his shadow looming over you, eyes dark with cruel satisfaction. He didn't pull his fingers out, he kept them perfectly still, taunting you with the fullness. “Did I give you permission?” he asked, voice dropping. “The only place you get to come is on my cock. Understood?”

He moved slowly, deliberately, wanting you to feel every second of the shift. He hovered over you, the height difference never feeling more obvious than when he wrapped his large hands around your waist and hauled you against him. "Since you're so eager," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. You feel the hot tip of his cock press against your entrance, right where his fingers had just left you aching. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low vibration that traveled straight to your core. "I want you to remember exactly who is doing this to you." Riki didn’t just fuck you, he marked you. Every thrust was a reminder of your intrusion. "Riki... please," you gasped, your fingers trembling where they were pinned above your head. You tried to tilt your hips, desperate for him in your cervix.

"Did I tell you that you could move?" he whispered, his face inches from yours. He looked at you with a chilling curiosity. "You spent all that money, took all those risks just to be in my room. Just to touch my things. You wanted to know what it was like to be mine, didn't you?" He leaned down further, his teeth grazing your ear. "Now that I'm inside you, is it everything you fantasized about while you were following me around? Does it feel as good as you thought it would when you were burying my toothbrush in your cunt?" He gave a sharp slam of his hips. "Answer me, stalker bitch. Look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to now."

"I-I'm yours," you sobbed, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a pathetic, desperate rush. Your eyes were wide and glazed, fixed on his with a terrifying level of devotion. "It’s better. So much better than the fantasies. I’m obsessed with you, Riki... please, I’ll do anything. I’m your filth, I’m your doll, just please..." A dark triumph filled his face. He liked you like this. "Good girl," he rasped, his praise feeling like a reward you didn't deserve. He began to drive into you with a final, violent urgency, his hands coming down to grip your throat one last time, not to choke you, but to anchor you as he hit his climax. Riki let out a guttural groan, pulling out at the very last second. You watched, breathless, shaking, as he spent himself across your stomach and chest, his seed mixing with the dried piss and sweat.

The only sound now was the heavy hum of the hotel’s AC and your ragged breathing. Riki stood up, his body still rushing with adrenaline. There was no kiss, no cuddle, no "are you okay." Instead, he walked over to the bathroom, grabbed a plush, white Hilton towel, tossing it onto your face. "Clean yourself up," he said, his voice back to that cool, detached tone as if he hadn't just ruined you. "Use my shower. I don't want you smelling like me when you walk through the lobby." You clutched the towel to your chest, breathing in the scent of his soap, feeling a bizarre sense of privilege just to be allowed in his shower. You sat up, trembling and covered in him. Riki paused at the edge of the bed, staring at his reflection in the mirror, fixing his dark hair. He caught your eye in the glass. A small, teasing smirk appeared on his face. "Don't look so miserable, stalker," he murmured, his voice playful but cruel. "I'll see you in Japan next week. Don't be late."

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hope you enjoyed pisski, reblogs are appreciated <3

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meanwon incoming . . . . yjw *.❤︎₊ ⊹

(also i just wrote this off the top of my head without proofreading even the slightest so i apologize for any mistakes it’s 250 am)

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Your legs laid across Jungwon’s lap as a movie you’d seen a million times played. Nothing on your mind other than him. The past few weeks he’d been really cold and passive. You knew something was up— you just didn’t have the courage to ask what exactly. You weren’t dating, it was just a situationship. Jungwon ran a tight ship when it came to your hook ups. Whatever was wrong with him wasn’t your business and you knew that. Unfortunately, that knowledge didn’t make you care any less.

Jungwon shifted on the couch cushion, a bored look displayed on his face as his feet kicked up onto the ottoman. Your eyes flicked upwards, studying his tightened jaw and focused gaze. Even in his current state of mind, he was so incredibly tempting.

“Won, can I have a kiss?” you asked testing the waters for a reaction. He rarely ever kissed you, normally he flat out refuses— and when he does give in it’s incredibly short lived. He liked to be in control. Sometimes even a little sadistic. No feelings, no bullshit, right to the point. Jungwon glances down at you then back up at the screen, eyes rolling, completely ignoring you. A deep sigh left your chest, your brain started to wander thinking of ways you could get his attention.

You slowly moved your foot on to the crotch of Jungwon’s baggy grey sweats. Moving back and forth, teasing his soft but large bulge. “Stop touching me, fuck.” Jungwon said flatly. Your chest tightens. He’s just joking, right? You shoot up, positioning yourself straddling him. “Won-ah…” you whine, shooting him those pouting eyes that he hates so damn much. You inch your face closer to him, slowly leaning yourself in to steal that kiss from him.

Or so you thought. As your lips almost made contact, Jungwon blocks your advance with his palm, your tongue tasting only the salt of his skin instead of his lips. “What did I just say? Stop trying to kiss me and, for the love of god, get off me,” he sighs, pushing you off his lap.

You land hard on the floor, feeling your eyes instantly well with tears. You blink quickly to force them back, but a single streak escapes down your cheek. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a shaky breath, knowing you couldn't hide it. The harshness in the room suddenly pauses. “Y/N?” Jungwon asks, his voice finally dropping its flat edge, laced with a reluctant hint of concern.

Your chest begins to rapidly rise and fall, the dam breaking as you start sobbing right there on the carpet. The couch creaked slightly as Jungwon shifted, lowering himself down to the floor next to you. Without a word of warning, he scoops you up into his arms, lifting your weight effortlessly as he turns toward the hallway leading to his room.

don't like it, don't read it <3 this is a fictional story written for entertainment purposes and does not represent jay/park jongseong irl. mdni, 18+ only.

wc: 2.2k (lightly proofread — but barely lol)

content/trigger warnings: pet play, cheating, psychological games, pet names, drooling, oral sex (m), leashes/collars, dominance/control, lots of praise, unprotected sex (don’t do this my loves), creampie, jay is a smooth operator. sorry if i missed anything.

the urge to make this piss related was so real… but i was strong.

my posts are designed to be read in the app ^u^

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You knew what you had going on with Jay was wrong. He was your best friend's boyfriend of three years. In all that time, Jay had always subtly hinted at his attraction to you. A brush against your thigh at dinner, a sweet whisper in your ear when backs were turned. Everything changed the night you both got black out drunk in Las Vegas during your best friends birthday party. The night he confessed that she wasn’t satisfying his needs. He craved control. He wanted someone who would act like a bitch in heat for him. A pet. A play object for his enjoyment only.

Your best friend went on her annual work trip, the one trip she took that Jay wasn’t allowed to join. The one time a year you and he were finally allowed to give in to the lingering lust you felt for each other. Jay was financially loaded, well put together, and an absolute gentleman. The last thing anyone would ever expect from him was cheating.

“You ready, baby?” Jay growled, his voice thick with want. You nodded, lowering yourself onto all fours on the floor just the way he liked it, dressed perfectly in the expensive lingerie he picked out for you this time. You let out a tiny whimper, pulling on the cute pink collar that sat snug around your neck. “Too tight?” Jay asked, his tone laced with a calm, mocking amusement.

You knew his game had already started, and you had to be exactly what he needed. You had to be better than her. You shot him a submissive look that made the corners of his mouth tilt into a satisfied smirk. “Good girl. Open.”

You opened your mouth, heart racing. He was different every single year you two met, and the unpredictable nature of it left your mind scrambled. Slowly, he prodded his thick fingers into your mouth, using his free hand to click the leash onto the ring of your collar. Without warning, Jay yanked the leash harshly toward his lower half, releasing a dark laugh when you let out a choked sound against his fingers.

Jay keeps the leash short, forcing your face within an inch of his zipper. The leather taut, a heavy constant reminder that every breath you take is at his discretion. Slowly, he removes his wet fingers from your mouth leaving your lips parted and glistening with drool as you stare up at him. "Look at you," Jay muses, his voice a low purr of satisfaction. "So perfect. So obedient. So fucking pretty.”

He uses the knuckle of his free hand to trace a slow line down your jaw, stopping to lift your chin, you’re forced to hold his sharp gaze. "Your best friend thinks you’re doing her a favor by watching the apartment, and here you are... kneeling on all fours, panting at her boyfriend’s feet like a bitch in heat." The guilt should make you sick, but in the haze of your submission, it only feels like fuel to the fire sending pleasure to your core.

Jay gives the leash another sharp, teasing tug, making the collar press firmly against your throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make your chest heave as you look up at him with wide, desperate eyes. He loves that look, the flicker of fear warring with pure unwavering need for him. "I spent a whole year thinking about this," Jay whispers, his thumb brushing over your plump bottom lip. "Thinking about how much better you look on your knees than she ever could. I think it’s time we see just how good of a pet you can really be, yeah?”

He doesn't let you up. Instead, he starts to slowly back towards the edge of the bed, holding the leash firm and forcing you to crawl quickly towards him if you want to continue to breathe. When Jay’s thighs finally hit the edge of the mattress and stops. He gives the leash a light but commanding tug, forcing your chin up so you have no choice but to look at the hungry satisfaction in his eyes.

"Good girl," he praises, the words a low, heavy vibration to your chest. He doesn't let go of the leash. Instead, he keeps the tension firm, using it to guide your head directly between his muscular thighs as he towers over you. His free hand moves to your hair, fingers threading through the strands to hold you steady against his hardened bulge. The constant but slight pressure of the collar against your neck makes every breath feel earned, a physical tether locking you into his control.

Jay doesn't make you wait any longer. With a slow, deliberate movement, he frees his angry throbbing cock from his slacks. You can't help the gasp that escapes your throat as his thick length comes into view, the heavy scent of him piercing your lungs and making your lower stomach tighten with a desperate heat.

"I know how much you've been craving this," Jay whispers, his thumb brushing against your flushed cheek. "Open real wide for me, pup." He doesn't give you time to even hesitate slightly. Guided by the leash and the firm grip in your hair, he presses himself forward, claiming your tight throat with a slow possessiveness. A muffled, whimpering cry gets swallowed against his abdomen, your fingers curling helplessly into his thighs as you give in to the overwhelmingly brutal pace he sets. You are completely at his mercy, caught between the tight pull of the leather collar and the driving force of the man who owns you annually, just for the weekend.

The high stakes thrill of pleasing him without flaws makes your heart race. You want to be the perfect pet for Jay. You find a deep wet rhythm, your eyes trained upward on his chiseled face, watching for any and every sign that you are doing a good job. Every time his breath hitches, you push yourself a little harder, letting out soft, muffled whines against his skin that sound desperately like a puppy begging for a treat from its owner.

You use your hands to steady yourself against his thighs, your fingers gripping his expensive slacks. You’re completely lost in him, drowning out the guilt, focusing only on his possessive hand in your hair and the tight pressure of the collar. You realize you do your job a little too well this time. Jay’s hands suddenly tighten in your hair, his knuckles turning white as his hips start to stutter forward. A low, primal groan rips from his throat as he hits his limit, the gentlemanly control he had finally cracking. "Fuck, you're... M’ gonna—," Jay pants, his voice hoarse and strained.

Just as you feel the pulsing rush of his orgasm about to hit the back of your throat, Jay snaps. He gives the leash a sharp, sudden yank backward, physically pulling your mouth away before he loses control completely. You let out a choked, whining whimper at the sudden loss, your lips damp and parted as you look up at him with widened dazed eyes. You look exactly like a loyal pet that just had its toy taken away, panting and desperate for him to put it back.

Jay looks down at your flushed, ruined face, his chest heaving as he fights to catch his breath. A slow, dark smirk returns to his lips as he sees how thoroughly he’s broken your composure from the loss. "Not yet sweet pup," Jay murmurs, his voice coated with that arrogant, satisfied control again. He reaches down, unclipping the leash from your collar but keeping his hand on the back of your neck. "You did so good, baby. But I'm not wasting this on your mouth. Get on the bed and spread that pretty pussy for me."

You don't even hesitate. Panting and heavily overstimulated, you scramble onto the mattress on your hands and knees just like a loyal pup obeying their master. You flip onto your back, pulling your knees up to your chest to give him exactly what he asked for, your chest tightening in anxiety as you watch him approach the bed. Jay climbs over you immediately, his heavy frame settling between your thighs. He doesn't hook the leash back on, but his fingers wrap firmly around the front of your pink collar, pulling it slightly so you are forced to arch your neck and look at him.

He grabs your ankles, dragging you to the edge of the bed right in front of the vanity mirror on the wall. "Look at yourself," he commands, his voice a low growl against your ear as he lines himself up. "I want you to see exactly who you belong to right now." You stare at your reflection in the mirror, forced to confront the reality of what you are doing. Dressed in his thousands of dollars of silk, pinned by your ankles at the edge of the bed with Jay between your legs, you look completely ruined.

As Jay prepares to plunge into your soaking heat, a sudden, cold wave of shame crashes through the haze of your submission. Your eyes in the mirror flicker with a momentary, raw panic as thoughts of your best friend flood your brain. Your eyes momentarily flutter shut, your mind focused on bringing yourself back into the moment. Jay senses the shift instantly. He’s a master at reading you.

Instead of getting angry, a dark grin spreads across his face in the mirrors reflection. He tightens his grip on your pink collar, pulling it just enough to force you to keep looking at yourself. "Don't look away, baby," Jay growls, his breath hot against your neck as he slowly pushes his thick cock inside of you. You let out a pornographic, whining whimper, your eyes shooting wide in the glass as your tight cunt stretches to accommodate him. The sensation is overwhelming, and you instinctively try to curl in on yourself, your hands clawing at his arms like a panicked pup seeking comfort.

"I know what you're thinking," Jay whispers, his voice a coercive hum in your ear as he begins a slow but agonizingly deep rhythm. "But look at how much better you are than her. Look at how you open up for me, pup. She could never give me this. She could never be as perfect, or as loyal, or as beautifully ruined as you are right now for me." His praise is the ultimate weapon against your conscience. Hearing that you are better, that you are giving him something your best friend never could, makes the shame evaporate into blinding euphoria.

You let out a long, trembling whine of relief and pleasure, your body completely yielding to his heavy thrusts. You lock eyes with his reflection in the mirror, panting softly with your mouth open, completely accepting your role as his secret, his perfect pet. Jay watches your eyes cloud over in the reflection, seeing the exact moment you let go of your conscience and surrender entirely to him.

"That's it," he praises, his voice hot against your neck. "Just be my good little pup baby." He doesn't hold back anymore. He begins to drive into you with eager, relentless force, his thrusts deep and rhythmically punishing. Your hands fall away from his arms, your fingers curling uselessly into the silk sheets as the sheer friction and weight of him sends you into complete overdrive. Every time his hips slam against you, a high-pitched whine escapes your lips. You are completely drowning in his cock. The grip he has on your collar keeps you anchored, forcing your head back as your vision in the mirror begins to blur and dissolve into white lighted tunnels.

You aren't thinking about your best friend anymore. You aren't thinking about anything. He knows he’s got you completely fucked out at this point. "Look at you," Jay pants, his own control finally breaking as he watches you completely unravel in the glass. "You are so much better than her. You’re perfect."

His final praise pushes you over the edge. As Jay drives into you one last time, your limbs lock up in a violent, spasming orgasm. Eyes rolling back, your drooling mouth falling open in a silent breathless cry. Your virgin tight cunt clamping down around his cock so hard it draws a loud guttural growl from his chest. Jay groans with sudden urgency, burying his face back into the crook of your neck as he follows you into orgasm. He holds you close, trapping your body to the mattress as he finds his own release, filling you completely full with his thick seed.

Jay slowly pulls back, looking down at you, a masterpiece of his own making. You can't even hold his gaze. Your head lolls to the side against the pillow, your eyes glazed over and dazed. A thin final string of drool slips from the corner of your lips. All you can manage to get out are soft babbles and whines, your voice sounding small and broken.

A satisfied grin spreads across Jay's face. He reaches down, his thumb gently wiping the drool from your chin before his hand moves to trace the pink leather of your collar. "There she is," Jay murmurs, his voice dripping with triumphant and proud affection. He leans down and presses a soft tender kiss to your sweat slicked forehead. "My perfect, ruined little pup."

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i hope you enjoyed this! sorry for going so long without posting, with everything that was happening i had to take a needed break <‘3

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