#riize sohee

the crowd was relatively quiet, but the moment anton stepped out? it’s like he was offering everyone a million dollars. girls screamed his name, standing up and jumping around in the bleachers as he walked out, giving you a small wave. 

“they really love your boyfriend, huh?” shotaro chuckled, still astonished by the volume of the mob despite experiencing this multiple times before. 

eunseok clicked his tongue at the sight of so many losing it over anton. “don’t they know he’s taken?” his head cocked to the side, eyes squinting. “gosh, they’re insane. look at those posters.” he pointed at a select few, reading them out. “...’lee anton, you’re mine’ oh, yeah no.” 

“i can’t believe even the older students do it.” sohee furrowed his brows, as annoyed as you. “it’s so childish.” 

shotaro saw how your smile slowly turned the other way around, quickly deciding to say something. “it’s okay, y/n. anton only has eyes for you.” he pat your shoulder, nodding his head. 

the swimmers had hardly touched the water and the rally got louder, piercing through your eardrum. and that was just the start. as the tournament went on, the yells for anton just kept on increasing. girls’ squeaking voices rang in your ear, shrills loud enough to break the glass windows. 

once anton had ultimately won most of his events, bringing home three golds and two silver medals, his fangirls snapped pictures of him, some even took pictures with him, posing like he was a celebrity. 

you made your way down the stairs, ready to congratulate your boyfriend, when another student, one in his year, stopped you in your way, blocking you from anton. 

“excuse me, i was here first.” she said in a stern voice, keeping her arm out, defending you as if she was a security guard for anton. “get in line.” 

“i’m his girlfriend,” you said, keeping your voice calm, though on the inside you were burning with anger. you attempted to push through her shield of an arm, but she used all of her strength, shoving you back to where you were. 

she rolled her eyes at your perseverance. “i don’t care if you’re his girlfriend. you don’t deserve to be, anyway. he should be with someone more mature, someone in his year, like me.” 

unbeknownst to her, anton had been listening the whole time behind her. 

“could you not block my girlfriend’s way?” he said, clearly annoyed. “i’m dating her and not you for a reason. i don’t care if you’re the same age as me, y/n’s the one for me.” 

her face turned bright red, full of embarrassment. “s-sorry…” she managed to mutter before scurrying away. 

anton eyed her as she ran away, glaring at her through the corner of his eyes. “hey, baby.” his medals clanked against one another as he walked toward you. “thanks for coming,” this time, he kissed you on the lips, holding your waist with a strong grip. “my lucky charm.” you could feel him smile as he kissed you, smugly showing you off in front of everyone who wishes they were in your position. 

“ugh, tonie…” you whined as you pulled away from his face. “your hair’s literally dripping.” you exhaled, grossed out by how your hands were soaked in pool water now. 

he drew you back into his arms, giggling as he shook his hair, flinging drops of water on you. “whatever.” he laughed at the way you complained about him drenching your uniform yet still hugged him back. 

You’d thrown on one of Sohee’s shirts, it hung loose on your shoulders, brushing the tops of your thighs, and pulled on the tiniest pair of sleep shorts you had. The fabric was barely there, soft and worn in, and your skin still felt warm and sensitive from the long, sticky day. Now, curled up on the cool hotel sheets, you scrolled aimlessly through your phone. Your eyes were heavy, mind too tired to focus on anything. A few minutes passed before you heard the soft click of the bathroom door. Sohee stepped out, towel slung around his neck, rubbing it lazily through his hair. His white tee clung slightly to his damp skin, collar stretched just enough to show a peek of his collarbone and the curve of his chest underneath. His checkered pajama pants hung dangerously low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking above the fabric, and when he raised his arms to dry the back of his hair, his shirt lifted just enough for his abs to catch the light.

You looked up from your phone, gaze trailing slowly across his frame. He didn’t notice, too busy yawning and tossing the towel onto the back of a chair. Then he turned toward the bed, rubbing his eyes as he walked over. Without a word, he climbed in next to you, the mattress dipping with his weight, his warmth immediately soaking into the space between your bodies. You turned your phone off and looked over at him. Sohee was already settling in, arm behind his head, the other draped over his stomach, lids heavy as he looked up at the ceiling. He let out a soft groan. “I’m never letting Wonbin plan anything again.” You snorted. “You say that every time.” He didn’t answer, just smiled, slow and lazy, eyes flicking over to you.

You shift closer to him, cheek resting against his bare arm for a moment as your hand drifts beneath his shirt. Your fingers brush over the ridges of his stomach, warm, smooth skin stretched over soft muscle. He tenses just a little, inhaling through his nose, but doesn’t stop you. Your fingertips trace lightly down the line of his abs, then up again, slow and aimless. “You look so good right now.” you murmur, voice barely audible in the quiet. Sohee turns his head toward you, eyes half-lidded, lips curving into a lazy, boyish smile. “Yeah?” You nod, and before you can say anything else, he leans in and kisses you, soft and slow, tasting of mint and sleep, lips brushing yours like he’s savoring you. You hum into his mouth, hand still resting under his shirt, feeling the way his stomach tightens every time your fingers move. The kiss deepens. Slowly at first, like neither of you meant for it to go further, but it does. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, holding you there as he kisses you harder, more open, more hungry.

You gasp into him when he pulls you suddenly, until you’re straddling his lap, legs on either side of his hips, the soft pressure of his bulge pressing up right between your thighs. His hands are everywhere now, warm palms sliding under your shirt, roaming your back, your sides, until they cup your tits, squeezing softly, thumbs brushing over your nipples through the thin fabric. His mouth doesn’t leave yours, kissing you like he’s starved, teeth catching your bottom lip, breathing heavier with every second. “You’re so soft,” he mutters against your mouth, hands sliding up your bare waist, thumbs drawing lazy circles into your skin. “So warm…” You grind down just a little, teasing, and his head falls back with a soft groan. “Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re gonna kill me.” You smile into his neck, kissing under his jaw, hands tugging gently at the hem of his shirt. He lets you pull it up, arms raised, and the second it’s off, his mouth is on you again, hungrier now, messier, lips dragging down your throat as his hands slide under your shirt again, pushing it up until your chest is bare.

His thumbs brush over your nipples again and you whimper, hips rocking against his automatically, the fabric of your shorts soaked against the hard line of his cock through his pants. Your body’s moving on instinct now—grinding down on him harder, wetter, needier, your tiny shorts doing nothing to muffle the heat or friction between you. Your hands find him again. One slides behind his neck, fingers threading through his hair, tugging just a little. The other presses gently to the front of his throat, not tight, just there, feeling the pulse beating fast under your palm. Your lips brush against his ear, breath shaky as you whisper, “Please, Sohee…want you so so bad right now.” His whole body twitches beneath you, like your voice alone punched the air out of him. You grind down harder, your clit catching perfectly against the outline of his cock through his pants, and he moans, sharp and breathy, hips bucking up into you.

“Fuck…just like that, baby,” he gasps, his voice breaking, hands gripping your waist tight. “Don’t stop—don’t stop.” You’re not sure you could even if you wanted to. You’re soaked through your shorts, the pressure between your thighs building fast, your body chasing it like it needs to finish now or it’ll tear itself apart. Sohee’s eyes are on you, half-lidded, lips parted, letting out these soft little whimpers every time your hips roll just right. His hands slip under your shirt again, squeezing your tits, dragging his fingers over your nipples like he’s trying to make it even worse—make it more. You can’t take it anymore. The drag of your soaked sleep shorts is almost too much, too thick, too dull.

Your hand slides down between you, and Sohee watches with his mouth parted, eyes dark and glassy as you hook two fingers into your waistband and tug your shorts to the side—just enough to expose the soft cotton of your panties beneath. They’re drenched. You settle back down onto him, the heat of your pussy pressed directly to the thick bulge in his pants now, only one thin layer between you. The second your hips roll forward again, Sohee chokes on a moan. “Fuck—fuck, baby,” he gasps, hands flying to your ass, squeezing hard as he guides you. “Just like that—just like that.” You nod into his neck, lips parting against his skin as your hips rock in slow, needy circles. His hands are so big on you, gripping and pulling you down, moving you back and forth against him.

And then he’s kissing your neck, sloppy, hungry, open-mouthed kisses that turn into sucking. Hard. His lips latch onto the skin just below your jaw and you whimper, clutching at his shoulders as your body bucks into his. “You’re so hot.” he whispers into your neck, voice hoarse, breath hot. “You feel how wet you are, baby? Fuck—can’t even think.” You’re soaking through your panties, the pressure building fast and hard and messy. Every grind sends a jolt through your core, your clit catching perfectly on the seam of his pants. Sohee bites down gently, just enough to leave a mark, then kisses it, his grip tightening on your ass like he can’t get you close enough.“You gonna cum like this?” he whispers, dazed. “Grinding that soaked little pussy on my cock, hm?” Your moan gets caught in your throat, and your thighs tremble around his hips. “S-Sohee—‘m gonna—”

He groans, low and desperate, guiding your hips faster, grinding you down harder. “You close?” he breathes, voice raw. “Cum for me, baby. Come on, I got you.” And you do, your orgasm hits fast, soaking through the fabric, body seizing up as you cry out his name, trembling in his lap while he holds you down, cock pulsing through his pants from how fucking wrecked he is under you. You feel him come seconds later, hips jerking up into you with a strained groan, cock pulsing through his boxers as he holds you tight against him, panting into your shoulder. Both of you stay there—trembling, sticky, breathless, clinging to each other in the quiet after. But even as your thighs twitch and your chest heaves, the need in you doesn’t fade.

You barely have time to catch your breath before Sohee grabs your waist and flips you onto your back. Your head hits the pillow, hair fanned out around you, chest heaving. His body is over yours in seconds, pressing you into the mattress, eyes locked on yours like he’s starving. He kisses you hard, all tongue and heat and teeth. One hand braces beside your head while the other slips between your legs, cupping your soaked pussy through your bunched-up shorts. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs against your lips, rubbing slow, firm pressure right over your clit. “My needy girl.” You whimper, hips twitching up into his hand. His fingers squeeze gently over the fabric, dragging slow, teasing circles that make your thighs shake again. Then he starts kissing lower. Down your neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones. Lower, tugging your shirt up just to mouth at your tits briefly, sucking a soft mark into the curve of one. You gasp, back arching. And then he’s lower. His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts and panties, and he peels them down at once.

You feel the air hit your soaked folds, your legs falling open without thinking. “Fuck,” he breathes, voice thick. “Look at you…” He kisses your thighs first, soft and gentle, nothing like the way he was touching you a minute ago. He trails his lips up the inside of one, then switches to the other, his hands stroking slowly up and down your legs as if to calm you, or maybe himself. And then you feel it, his fingers sliding between your folds, slick and slow, running through the mess you’ve made. You moan the second he touches your clit, hips jerking. But he doesn’t stop, just keeps dragging two fingers through your slick, spreading it. Then his fingers push inside—deep, slow, curling just right. You cry out, hand shooting down to grab his wrist, not to stop him but to hold onto something. “S-Sohee—”. He looks up at you from between your legs with that dazed, desperate look, he’s obsessed with how you sound, how you taste, how you twitch when he curls his fingers again. And then he leans down.

His mouth replaces his hand, tongue sliding through your folds, slow and heavy, then circling your clit with just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back. You gasp, fingers flying to his hair, hips lifting toward his mouth. He groans into you, deep, needy, like you’re the one feeding him now. “Taste so fucking good…” he mumbles against you, tongue fucking into you like he’s addicted. “Wanna make you cum again.” And from the way your thighs are already shaking around his head—you know it won’t take long. His tongue keeps working you over, lapping at your clit in slow, tight circles while his fingers thrust in and out of you, steady, deep, curling just right. You can’t stop moaning. Your hips buck under him, thighs tightening around his head, but he just groans low in his throat and pushes them wider—holding you open like he needs to ruin you.

His fingers plunge deeper, slick sounds filling the room as he fucks them in and out of your soaked pussy, and you cry out when he finds that spot that makes your whole body seize. “Right there—” you gasp, eyes fluttering, hands flying to his hair again. You tug hard this time, fingers curling tight into his damp strands, and he moans against you, soft and wrecked, the sound vibrating against your clit in the most sinful way. “That’s it,” he breathes, not even lifting his head. “Fuck—keep pulling like that.” He pushes his fingers deeper, faster, thumb now rubbing circles just under his tongue. You’re unraveling. Eyes glossy, jaw slack, legs trembling uncontrollably. “You’re so close,” he whispers. “I can feel it, baby—cum on my fingers. Come on. Let go for me.” You try to hold it, just for a second, but his fingers curl up and hit it again, and that’s it.

You break. “Sohee—!” You cry out as your orgasm crashes through you, pussy clenching hard around his fingers, your whole body tensing under his mouth. He doesn’t stop—licks you through it, fingers still moving, helping you ride it out as you sob and twitch, completely wrecked. Your grip on his hair loosens slowly, your chest rising and falling in fast, shallow breaths as you fall back into the sheets. Sohee finally pulls back, mouth shiny, lips parted as he looks up at you, absolutely wrecked himself.He crawls back up your body like he’s possessed. His fingers are still wet when they trail up your skin, his hand wraps around your throat and he kisses you. It’s hungry, filthy, his tongue in your mouth, his teeth grazing your lips. Your hands slide down his bare waist, and your hips lift, grinding up against the thick, aching bulge pressing against your soaked core. “Please,” you whisper between kisses, breathless, desperate. “Please Sohee…want you in me. Please, please—need it so bad.”

He groans into your mouth, hand tightening just slightly on your throat as his forehead presses against yours. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, baby,” he whispers, voice shaking. “You’re already dripping, you want more?” You nod frantically, grinding up again, feeling the hot drag of his cock through his damp pajama pants, so hard and leaking from how long he’s been holding back. Sohee pulls away to shove his pants and boxers down—just enough to free himself, big and flushed, already twitching. His jaw is tight, chest rising and falling, as he looks down at you spread open under him, sleepy and tired but still wanting more.“So pretty,” he murmurs, running the head of his cock through your folds. “Fucking soaking for me.”

And then he slides in, slow and deep, inch by inch. Your cunt welcomes him so easily, your walls fluttering around him as he sinks into you fully, bottoming out with a low, broken groan. “Oh my god,” you whimper, “Sohee…”, your legs wrapping around his waist, hands flying to his back. “Shit, baby,” he gasps, forehead falling to your shoulder. “You feel too good—fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep clenching like that.” He holds still for a second, just breathing, buried so deep inside you while your body stretches around him perfectly. Then he starts to move. Slowly, hips rolling deep and steady, his cock dragging along every soaked inch of your walls. His hand is still at your throat, just holding you there, grounding you, claiming you. His mouth is on yours, open, breathless, tongues sliding, both of you moaning into each other.

You tug on his hair with one hand, the other gripping his shoulder like it’s the only thing keeping you from floating off. “Fuck,” you pant, barely able to breathe. “I’m the luckiest girl alive…” He groans into your mouth at that, and his hips start to pick up, thrusts getting faster, harder, the bed creaking softly beneath you. You can’t stop moaning. His name. The filth spilling from your lips. The way he fills you so completely, stretching you open perfectly, his cock slamming deeper and deeper every time he pulls you down onto him. “Sohee—fuck, oh my god—” He suddenly pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in, and you scream, back arching off the mattress. “You wanted this so bad, huh?” he pants, thrusting harder now. “You’re taking me so good, baby…” After a few more punishing thrusts, he sits up, kneeling between your legs, shirtless, sweat-slicked and flushed, his hair a messy halo around his face.

He grabs the backs of your thighs and yanks you down toward him, making you gasp as he slams back in, deeper than before. “Fucking hell.” he groans, eyes dropping to where you’re joined. A creamy white ring around his cock. The wet mess of you coating him completely. He’s completely lost in it, and so are you. The sight of him—shirtless, flushed pink, lips swollen, his abs flexing every time he thrusts into you, his large hands gripping your thighs like he owns you, it makes you feral. You reach down blindly, dragging your hand across his slick stomach, fingers trembling, then scratching lightly across his abs, needing something to hold, to mark, to tear into. “Oh my fucking god, Sohee,” you cry out, staring up at him, eyes wide and wrecked. “You’re so fucking hot.” That does it.

He snaps his hips harder, slamming into you, his jaw tight, his moans getting higher, more broken. His hand drops to your clit and he starts rubbing fast circles. “Cum for me again,” he pleads, voice trembling. “I wanna feel you—fuck, I need to feel you cum on me.” You can’t even respond. Your orgasm crashes down out of nowhere, your body arching, legs shaking as you cry out his name, scratching harder at his abs, barely able to breathe through it. “That’s it, baby—fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight—” he moans, voice wrecked. And then he loses it, slamming in deep one last time before he spills inside you with a strangled groan, shaking, burying his face into your neck as he rides it out, hips twitching from the overstimulation.

Sohee lays back against the pillows, sleepy, dazed, arms wrapped around your waist like he’s trying to anchor himself. His cock is still buried inside you, twitching slightly, he’s softening—spent. But your need isn’t done. You cup his face with both hands, fingers brushing his cheeks as you kiss him hard, deep and greedy. You moan into his mouth, pressing your body to his, feeling every inch of skin, every tremble under your hands. Then, before he can even register what’s happening, you sit up, shift your hips, and straddle him fully, his cock slipping out of you for just a second before you reach down, line him up again, and sink down on him in one slow, desperate push. “F-fuck—ahh, baby—wait—” he gasps, hands flying to your thighs as his eyes fly open. He’s still overstimulated, and your heat is so wet, so tight, clenching around him immediately. But you just shake your head, whimpering as your hips start to rock.

“Can’t help it…” you whine, “Want your dick again and again—can’t stop, Sohee…” voice shaky, needy. “Shit, shit—you’re so fucking tight, baby,” he groans, head falling back, his stomach flexing under your touch. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind—”You ride him slow, too sensitive to go fast, but the drag is perfect. Your pussy squeezes around him with every drop of your hips, your legs trembling from how full you feel, how raw your body is after everything. His cock twitches inside you constantly, and every time you sink back down he whimpers, high and shaky. “You feel so good,” you whine, nails dragging down his chest. “So deep… Sohee—fuck, want you so bad.” He watches you, eyes wide and blown out, his hands gripping your thighs tight enough to bruise, trying to ground himself.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he whispers, hips stuttering up into you without meaning to. “Can’t take much more—but fuck, don’t stop.” You don’t. You keep riding him, messier now, body rocking up and down, chasing one more high, even as your clit aches, even as your pussy clenches too tight from how sensitive you are and his cum leaks from you. Your moans get higher, more broken, tears welling in your eyes. “I’m gonna cum,” you sob, nails scratching down his abs, your body shaking. “Gonna—fuck—gonna cum on your dick again—” Sohee sits up halfway, one arm wrapping around your waist, his other hand slipping down to rub your clit in desperate circles. “Do it, baby,” he begs, panting against your mouth. “Cum on my cock again. Wanna feel you lose it for me—”

You shatter. With a long, broken moan, your orgasm rips through you, body locking up as you clamp down around him, shaking in his lap. He follows almost immediately after, hips jerking up into you as he comes inside you again with a deep, raw moan of your name, his voice cracking, arms holding you tight, his whole body twitching with it. And then you collapse forward against his chest, both of you done. Sticky, sore, trembling. He kisses your temple, arms wrapped around you, breathing shallow and shaky. “No more,” he whispers with a soft, breathless laugh. “You’re gonna fucking destroy me.” You smile against his skin, half-asleep already. “I’ll let you sleep now,” you mumble.“Might have to tie you down,” he groans. You hum, already drifting. “Maybe next time.”

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