#risky behavior

You stepped into the elevator with your friends, and Hyunjin was right behind you. His hand grazed your back as you shuffled forward to make room, and he leaned in close, voice low near your ear.

“You wore this on purpose, didn’t you?”

You didn’t look at him. “Wore what?”

“This,” he whispered, eyes dropping to the way your shirt curved along your body. “You knew we’d run into each other.”

You smirked. “You’re the one who invited me.”

“And you’re the one who didn’t say no.”

The elevator jolted slightly as it started its ascent, the air thick with unspoken tension. One of your friends called your name, trying to show you something on her phone, but you barely processed it. Hyunjin was behind you—right behind you—and you could feel the heat radiating off him like a second skin.

His hand brushed your lower back again, lingering this time.

“Do you want him?” he asked, his breath ghosting against the shell of your ear.

Your head tilted slightly. “Who?”

“That guy. The one who picked you up earlier from the office.”

You let out a soft laugh, not even trying to hide the taunt in your tone. “Are you jealous?”

Hyunjin’s hand slid lower. Just enough to make you press your thighs together.

“Answer the question,” he said, voice sharp.

You turned your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. “I didn’t know you cared.”

“I don’t,” he lied. “I just think it’s pathetic. Showing off for someone who doesn’t even know how to touch you right.”

Your breath hitched. The elevator doors slid open.

But for a second, neither of you moved.

Your friend tugged your wrist, breaking the moment, and you stepped out of the elevator with a shaky exhale. Hyunjin followed, his presence looming behind you like a stormcloud.

The hall was already half-full when you walked in. Music pulsed low from a speaker in the corner, and conversations buzzed around the room. You tried to focus on the people greeting you, the drinks being passed around, the laughter—but it was impossible to forget the way Hyunjin’s eyes stayed glued to you, even from across the room.

He hadn’t stopped looking. Not once.

You could feel it. That heat, that pressure, like he was touching you without even moving. And god, it was messing with your head.

You grabbed a drink from a passing waiter and sipped slowly, trying to steady yourself.

But Hyunjin came up beside you like gravity, pulling you right back under.

“You’re ignoring me now?” he said, voice smooth but dark at the edges.

You glanced at him, feigning boredom. “I’m just trying to have fun.”

His eyes flicked to the drink in your hand. “That why you keep running?”

“I’m not running.”

He leaned in, his mouth dangerously close to your ear. “Then why haven’t you looked at me since we got here?”

You stayed still, refusing to give him the satisfaction of flinching. “Because you’re being dramatic.”

Hyunjin let out a low, humorless laugh. “You think I don’t see what you’re doing?”

Your lips curled. “And what am I doing?”

He didn’t answer.

Not with words.

His hand brushed yours lightly—deliberately—as he reached for a second drink. His fingers barely grazed your skin, but it sent a jolt up your arm like he’d grabbed your wrist and pinned you against the wall.

You swallowed hard.

He smirked. Like he knew.

“Keep playing games,” he murmured, stepping back. “Let’s see how long you last.”

And just like that, he melted into the crowd again, leaving you breathless and burning.

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You didn’t last long.

Maybe it was the music, or the alcohol finally hitting, or the way Hyunjin always seemed to be exactly where your eyes landed. Maybe it was the unbearable heat crawling beneath your skin from pretending you didn’t want him all damn night.

You needed space.

Your friend had wandered off, distracted by some conversation you didn’t care to follow. So you slipped away, fingers grazing the edge of your glass as you made your way towards one of the private ensuite bathrooms.

The moment the door shut behind you, relief hit. The noise of the party dulled.

But you weren’t alone for long.

You didn’t have to turn around to know who had followed.

Hyunjin’s presence was unmistakable. The click of the door. The silence that followed.

“Couldn’t stay away, huh?” you muttered, keeping your eyes on the mirror.

“Neither could you,” he said. “You left just when it was getting interesting.”

You turned, slowly, and there he was—leaning against the doorframe, his tie loose around his neck like temptation incarnate. That same cocky glint in his eye, but softer now, like he was toying with something delicate. Dangerous.

“This is a work event,” you reminded him. Yourself.

He smirked. “Then you probably shouldn’t have looked at me like that in the conference room this morning.”

“You were the one staring.”

“You wore that damn skirt.”

You rolled your eyes, but your breath caught when he stepped forward—just enough for you to feel the heat of him.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he said, voice low. “Tell me and I’ll walk away.”

You could’ve. You should’ve.

But instead, you looked up at him—his lips parted, eyes dark, breathing just a little too hard—and didn’t say a thing.

And that was all he needed.

He kissed you like it was inevitable.

There was nothing soft about it. It was all teeth and tongue and months of pent-up frustration from stolen glances and snide remarks and pretending you didn’t feel the way you did.

You shoved him back into the wall with a gasp, fingers curling into his jacket. He gripped your hips like he’d waited forever to do it.

Maybe he had.

Maybe you had too.

You were the one to break the kiss.

Barely.

It took everything in you to pull away, your lips tingling, breath uneven, heart hammering so loudly you swore he could hear it.

“You don’t get to do that,” you breathed, stumbling back a step, your fingers trembling as you wiped your lips. “You can’t just kiss me like that—”

“Can’t I?” he murmured, his eyes still locked on your mouth like he was starving.

Your back hit the sink counter, the cool porcelain a jarring contrast to the heat in your veins. “This isn’t happening,” you whispered, almost to yourself, trying to calm the tremor in your voice. “We’re at a work event, Hyunjin.”

He chuckled under his breath, low and dangerous. “So? It’s not like they’ll come looking for us in the bathroom.” His body moved closer, boxing you in.

“I’m serious,” you snapped, hands flat against his chest, though you didn’t push him away. “We need boundaries. This can’t happen”

He cocked his head. “Then why aren’t you pushing me?”

You froze.

His hands slid down to your hips. “Why are you still letting me touch you, hmm?” His lips brushed your ear. “Why are your thighs clenched right now like you’re trying to hold something in?”

“Hyun—”

“I can prove it,” he whispered, voice like velvet, sinfully soft. “I can prove you want this just as much as I do.”

Before you could answer, you heard it—footsteps. Voices, too close for comfort, echoing just outside the door.

Your breath hitched.

And in that moment of panic, he seized his chance.

He turned you swiftly, pressing you back against the tiled wall with a quiet thud. One of his hands slipped beneath your dress, hiking it up as his other pinned your wrists above your head.

“You’re soaked,” he hissed, fingers ghosting over your panties. “You’re going to tell me that’s not for me?”

Your gasp came sharp, stifled, your head knocking softly against the wall as his fingers pressed against the thin lace between your legs.

“Hyunjin—” It was supposed to be a warning. It sounded like a plea.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered, mouth dragging down the column of your neck, teeth grazing the pulse hammering in your throat. “Your body’s begging me. Why are you still pretending?”

You wriggled in his hold, but it wasn’t to escape. You hated how right he was. How your knees were already buckling and your core pulsed under his barely-there touch. “We’ll get caught,” you tried, voice cracked. “You need to stop—”

“But you don’t want me to.”

He let your wrists go just long enough to shove your panties aside, sliding two fingers through your slick folds with practiced ease. The hiss he let out was pure, filthy satisfaction.

“Fuck—look at you,” he murmured. “Dripping, and I’ve barely touched you.”

Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as he circled your clit, slow and teasing, dragging out your agony. You hated how your hips tilted toward him, like your body had a mind of its own.

The voices outside the door got louder. Someone laughed, and you jolted.

Hyunjin didn’t stop.

In fact, he smirked.

“You’re scared they’ll hear,” he murmured. “But I bet that turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing I’ve got you pinned and desperate with just my fingers—while anyone could walk in.”

His fingers pushed inside you, and your breath caught so sharply you almost choked on it.

“Oh my god—” You slapped a hand over your own mouth, eyes wide with panic and pleasure as he fucked you slow, deep, deliberate. “Hyunjin, please—”

“You want me to stop?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

“That’s what I thought.” His thumb found your clit again, pressure devastating, rhythm perfect.

Your legs were shaking now, thighs trembling against his hips as he whispered filth into your ear, all while the risk of getting caught grew louder outside that thin bathroom door.

“You’re gonna cum for me just like this, baby,” he whispered. “Then you’re going to look me in the eye and admit you’ve wanted this for months.”

You barely managed to stifle the sound that tore out of your throat as Hyunjin curled his fingers just right—deep, deliberate, fucking devastating. The squelch of your soaked cunt echoed in the tight, tiled space, and you clamped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide in alarm.

Then came the knock.

“Is someone in there?”

Your blood ran cold. That voice. It was your friend.

Hyunjin froze—only for a breath.

Then he smirked.

“Occupied,” he answered smoothly, no hint of guilt, no shame in his voice.

“Have you seen y/n anywhere?” your friend asked casually, her voice muffled through the door. “She kind of disappeared on me.”

You locked eyes with Hyunjin, shaking your head frantically, lips pressed together to keep from whimpering.

He raised a brow—then sank to his knees.

No. No. No—

You slapped your hand harder over your mouth as he shoved your skirt higher around your waist, lips finding the inside of your thigh as he stared up at you like a man possessed. You mouthed his name, warning him, begging him, cursing him all at once.

But Hyunjin only grinned against your skin.

“She’s around,” he called through the door, deceptively calm, eyes never leaving yours. “Maybe try outside?”

Your friend hummed. “Alright. Thanks.”

Footsteps.

They faded.

But you couldn’t breathe.

Because at the exact moment the footsteps disappeared, Hyunjin dove in.

His tongue licked a slow, obscene stripe up your folds before closing around your clit, moaning low like you were his favorite fucking meal. His fingers stayed buried, fucking you through the heat building far too fast, while his mouth claimed you with such ruthless focus it made your knees buckle.

You almost sobbed behind your hand.

He didn’t let up. If anything, he doubled down—groaning into you, sucking greedily, alternating between messy circles and tight flicks that made your whole body jerk.

You were going to cum.

And he knew it.

He curled his fingers again and whispered against your pussy, “Say it. You want this just as bad as I do. Say it, baby.”

But you were too far gone.

And he knew that, too.

You tried. God, you tried so hard not to fall apart. But Hyunjin didn’t give you a fucking chance.

He never once broke eye contact as his tongue moved with expert cruelty—slow and deep, then fast and dizzying, as if he needed your orgasm on his tongue, like it was the only thing that could satisfy him. Your hand gripped his hair like a lifeline, the other still clamped over your mouth, muffling the guttural, trembling sounds escaping you.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured, breath hot and wet against your cunt as he slipped his fingers in deeper. “I feel how close you are. Just give it to me, baby…”

He knew you would.

He wanted to ruin you.

And fuck, you let him.

Your legs trembled violently, and before you could stop it, your hips jerked forward—grinding shamelessly against his mouth like you were starved for it, like he was the only thing that could ever make you feel this full, this high, this completely fucking gone.

The orgasm hit you like a damn explosion.

White-hot. All-consuming.

You gasped so loudly your own hand wasn’t enough to muffle it. Your thighs clenched around his face as your whole body spasmed, and Hyunjin groaned like he was the one cumming, his mouth never leaving you, tongue relentless as he coaxed out every last wave of your release.

He didn’t stop until you were literally sliding down the wall, boneless and wrecked, your mind somewhere between heaven and hell.

Only then did he rise, slow and smug, licking his lips like a fucking devil.

“You taste better than I imagined,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then finally your lips—letting you taste yourself on him.

You were too dazed to respond. Too wrecked to fight.

And Hyunjin… he looked like he was just getting started.

You tried—God, you tried to push him away, even if your limbs barely responded. Even if your body, traitorous and trembling, leaned into his every touch.

“Hyunjin, s-stop,” you breathed, but it sounded more like a plea than a command. “We can’t—”

He caught your wrists mid-protest and raised a brow, lips brushing your jaw with a dark promise. “No?” he said lowly, “You were begging for it a second ago.”

And then he turned you around—swift, decisive—and bent you over the sink before your gasp could leave your throat.

Your hands slapped against the cold porcelain, the mirror catching your dazed reflection. Your mouth hung open, your lipstick smeared, your eyes wide with something feral. You barely recognized yourself.

“Look at you,” Hyunjin growled behind you. “Still dripping for me even after coming on my fingers. Still pretending you don’t want this.”

He dragged your panties down with zero patience, letting them fall around your thighs before hiking your dress over your hips. You squirmed instinctively, shame crashing over you—but it only made him groan.

“Stop pretending,” he hissed, lining himself up behind you. “I feel how much you want this.”

You whined as the head of his cock nudged your entrance, your mind screaming for control but your body melting for him.

You gripped the edges of the sink as he pressed in—slow, thick, unforgiving—stretching you open inch by inch until you felt full in a way that made you ache. He leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, one hand sliding around your throat as he whispered into your ear:

“You should’ve set those boundaries before I had my fingers buried in you.”

Then he snapped his hips.

You cried out.

Hyunjin didn’t let up—not when you clenched around him, not when your knees buckled, not when your whimper twisted into a moan that you barely managed to bite down. His thrusts were rough, precise, punishing.

“I should ruin you,” he breathed, “right here. Make it so you can’t even walk out of this room without everyone knowing what we did.”

Your reflection was flushed and falling apart, lips parted around a silent cry, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. You hated how good it felt. You hated how you didn’t want him to stop.

And he knew it.

You barely held yourself up, your hands slipping on the sink, breath fogging up the mirror as Hyunjin rutted into you like a man possessed. Your legs trembled with every drag of his cock inside you, slick and obscene. He kept one hand fisted in your hair and the other tight on your waist, grinding his hips into you like he didn’t care who was outside—

Knock knock knock.

You both froze.

“Hyunjin?” your friend’s voice called again from the other side of the door. “Someone said they saw her come in here… is she with you?”

You didn’t even have time to react—Hyunjin didn’t stop. If anything, his thrusts got slower. Deeper. Cruel.

“Yeah,” he answered, perfectly calm, the words steady even as he fucked you through them. “Occupied.”

“Is she with you?” she asked again, a little more curious now.

Hyunjin’s lips brushed the shell of your ear as he fucked into you harder, more deliberately, making you arch and writhe and bite your hand to keep from screaming. Your friend was right there. Right there.

“She’s not feeling well,” he said, voice dipped in that honeyed charm, breathless but convincing. “I’m helping her.”

You nearly sobbed at the irony. Helping you? You were barely able to stand.

Your friend hesitated behind the door. “O-oh. Okay. Just—hurry. People are starting to ask.”

“Got it,” he called back—then slammed into you with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs. You made a choked noise, and he chuckled darkly against your shoulder.

“You like this way too much,” he whispered. “Look at yourself. Trying to stay quiet while I fuck you full.”

Your knuckles turned white from how hard you gripped the sink. Tears slipped free. You wanted to say stop—but your walls kept fluttering around him, gripping him like you never wanted him to leave.

And Hyunjin knew it.

“You’re dripping down my cock,” he murmured. “Don’t lie to yourself again.”

You whimpered, utterly ruined, unable to hold anything back anymore.

Hyunjin’s breath stuttered against your neck as his pace grew erratic, needy—his cock pulsing deep inside you with every thrust. He grabbed your hips harder, like he was trying to keep himself grounded, but you could feel him unraveling behind you, barely holding on.

You felt it too—the crash coming fast.

“Fuck—‘m gonna—” his voice broke, groaning through gritted teeth. “Gonna cum inside you, baby, I have to—I can’t pull out—”

You nodded, dizzy, boneless, body screaming yes even when your mouth couldn’t form the word.

Just when you thought your friend had walked away, the hall quiet again, you lost control—your orgasm hitting like a violent wave. You clamped around him, gasping his name out loud—

“Hyunjin—!”

That’s all it took.

With a low growl, he buried himself fully, hips flush against your ass as he spilled deep inside you. His hands trembled on your body as he held you close, both of you shaking, your moans echoing around the tiled walls like a secret you couldn’t keep.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Your breath fogged up the mirror again. His forehead dropped to your shoulder.

Then, as your legs threatened to give out completely, Hyunjin helped you stand. You both scrambled to fix your clothes, clean what you could, and make yourselves at least look normal. You smoothed down your dress. He ran a hand through his hair. Your heart was still pounding.

You reached for the door.

Cracked it open.

And there she was.

Your friend. Standing just a few feet away. Arms crossed. Lips curled into the smuggest smirk.

“Feeling better?” she asked sweetly.

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Hyunjin appeared behind you, cool as ever.

“Yeah,” he said before you could speak. “She’s all good now.”

You wished the floor would open and swallow you whole.

“Well, well, well,” she said, her tone sing-song and a little too smug. “Took you long enough. Was the bathroom line that long?”

You froze. She smirked.

“You’re glowing, babe. Real suspicious behavior.”

You tried to laugh it off. “Shut up.”

“Oh, I will,” she said, linking arms with you like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Just as soon as you stop walking like your knees forgot how to work.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands as she giggled and dragged you back toward your table.

The rest of your friends were already chatting, none the wiser. You sank into your seat, praying the heat in your face would die down before he showed up. But of course, the universe had other plans.

Hyunjin arrived two minutes later—cool, composed, not a single hair out of place. Like he hadn’t just bent you over a sink and fucked the life out of you. Like he didn’t still have your body trembling under the table.

Your friend caught the way your eyes flicked up the moment he sat across from you. She leaned over just enough for you to hear, voice low and gleeful.

“Damn. You’ve got guts.” She whispered. You elbowed her under the table.

“I’m just saying,” she whispered again. “Bathroom breaks don’t usually come with afterglow.”

You hissed her name, and she snickered, reaching for her drink.

Hyunjin, across the table, tilted his head and met your gaze. He raised a brow. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lifted his glass to his lips and took a slow sip, the corner of his mouth curling up like he could hear every word.

You sank a little lower in your seat.

Your friend didn’t look at him—didn’t have to.

“You’re gonna be real quiet all night now, huh?” she said just loud enough for you to hear. “Wonder why.”

Hyunjin finally looked away, joining the table chatter like nothing happened.

But under the table, your thighs pressed together, heartbeat in your throat, and the ache between your legs still whispered his name.

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Authors note: Hyunjin is nasty 😫 my mind is nastier🫠 its a deadly combo. I dont have much words, just enjoy this 😫❤️

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Matt got his own share of fun too, watching you run around looking at all the different pumpkins to decide which one you wanted — but inevitably decided you didn’t want one because none were “perfect enough.” But, just being with you was more than he could have wanted. Of course, he picked up some things of his own to take back when you guys decided it was time to head home.

At some point you had pulled matt toward one of the hayrides, wanting to ride around the pumpkin patch to look at all the different things the ride passed by.

“Matt c’mon!” you say excitedly, your grip on his hand tightening slightly as you pulled him behind you toward the hayride. He chuckled behind you, letting his body be freely dragged around. “Alright, alright. i’m coming, so eager sweetheart.” he said, rolling his eyes playfully at your excitement.

Your smile just widened, getting into line behind everyone else who was also waiting for the hayride. You turned to matt, slipping your arms around him as your head tipped back. “I want to go to the corn maze — the hayride stops right by it for people to get off.” You state, puppy eyes plastered on your features.

How could matt say no to you? Matt nodded his head, pulling you closer to him as his own arms encircled around you. “We can go to the corn maze, i don’t see why we can’t.” he says, leaning his head down to place a kiss to your temple.

You beamed, hugging him tightly before pulling away. Matt kept his arm around your waist, the line getting smaller and smaller as the hayrides kept coming and going. Soon enough it was yours and matt’s turn, climbing into the trailer filled with hay as other people climbed in along side the both of you.

Matt sat down, tugging you down to sit on his lap. You faltered for a moment, not expecting him to have you seated there, but smiled non the less. The driver of the tractor waited for everyone to be seated before the ride started.

Once the tractor roared to life and began pulling the trailer behind it, your eyes trained on anything and everything they could see. Ranging from the multiple patches full of vibrant orange pumpkins, to the little stables holding all the animals you were allowed to pet and feed.

You loved every second of it, Matt tentatively watching your reaction to every little thing that was passed by. The way your eyes beamed, innocent peaking through those beautiful eyes of yours. He could watch you all day.

Soon enough, the hayride came to a stop near the entrance of the giant corn maze — the estimated time to get through it on average was about 30 minutes. Your body buzzed with excitement, hopping off of matt’s lap and exiting the hayride, not even bothering waiting for matt.

But matt quickly caught your wrist once he got off behind you, pulling you to him. “You’ve gotta stay near me baby, don’t want ya gettin’ lost.” He said, holding you close as he began to walk to the entrance of the corn maze. “Yeah..yeah you’re right.” you mumbled, knowing if you did get lost, you’d have a hard time trying to find your way out alone.

Once you reached the entry way of the maze, matt turned to look at you. “Ready?” He whispered, smiling softly. You nodded, “As long as you don’t let me get lost.”

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It had been about 10 minutes already, the first few turns of the maze were simple enough, and Matt stayed close, guiding you with an ease that made you feel safe. Though it felt as if you’d been in there way longer with how many times you both ran into multiple dead ends.

The tall stalks of corn towered high above you both and after running into another dead end, you groaned, clearly frustrated with how many wrong turns that were taken. “Matt we’re so lost! this isn’t even fair.” You huffed, a pout pulling at your lips as you crossed your arms.

Matt stopped beside you, watching the way your face turned into a pout, his own curling into a grin. “Sweetheart, we’re bound to get lost. it’s a maze that’s kinda the point.” He says, chuckling as he pulled you into a hug.

You huffed once more, stomping your foot a little. “But it’s supposed to be a fun lost! not a frustrated lost.” You say, your forehead resting against his chest. You hadn’t realized you were cold, Matt’s body heat covering you like a warm blanket which seemed to ease your frustration a little.

You guys stood there for a moment, the only thing that could be heard was the distant laughing of other couples and children. You were already deeply lost into this maze, making it a little harder to try and find your way out, which you knew.

Matt’s arms tightened around you more, seeing you shiver slightly, keeping you in a tight embrace as he rocked back a fourth a little. He could see the tension easing from you a little, slowly resting against him as you took time to recollect your thoughts.

But, in the midst of holding you, Matt had an idea. One that he probably shouldn’t act on, but one that sounded so good — so intriguing.

He pulled back slightly from you, your brows furrowing as you looked up at him. “Matt?” You questioned softly, his gaze already looked down at you.

He smirked, pulling away just enough for his hand to brush against your cheek. His thumb gently traced your skin, the roughness of his calloused fingers sending a shiver down your spine.

“You know,” He started, his voice low and teasing, “maybe getting lost isn’t such a bad thing.” His thumb moved to brush against your bottom lip, lingering there as his eyes darkened with intent. “It gives us some time alone.”

Your breath hitched as you felt his thumb press a little more firmly against your lip. His touch was slow, deliberate, and it sent a wave of warmth through you, pooling low in your belly.

The maze around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this hidden, secret world. You were acutely aware of how close he was, the heat of his body pressing against yours, his scent, the way his eyes never left yours.

“Matt…” you whispered, your voice soft. You felt your lips part slightly as his thumb brushed across them again. “We can’t — there’s other people out here.” You stated, but you couldn’t deny the adrenaline that rushed through your body at the thought of someone catching you two.

He hummed, his gaze seemed laser focused on your lips. His thumb pushing forward slightly, asking for entrance. Which you obliged, opening your lips for his thumb to slip past your lips, resting on the flat of your tongue. You closed your mouth around the digit, swirling your tongue and sucking softly.

Matt leaned forward, bringing his lips close to your ear, his breath warm. “I think you like the idea of being caught by someone out here, hm?” He mumbled, nipping your earlobe softly. You gasped at his words, your hands gripping his waist.

You didn’t shy away from it though, your head nodding slowly as you continued to suck on his thumb, unable to find the words as your body practically hummed with anticipation.

Matt’s smile widened, his other hand found your waist, pulling you closer. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured. You could feel the heat of his breath as his lips moved toward your neck, peppering open mouth kisses along the side.

His hand slid under the hem of your sweater, fingers grazing the bare skin of your waist, sending sparks of heat through you. You whimpered softly, your body arching into his touch. Soon enough, you released this thumb with a wet ‘pop’, your breathing ragged as his hand trailed higher.

He stopped for a moment though, head pulling back to look at you. Your face red and flushed, eyes hooded even though he hasn’t even done much yet. “You sure you want this baby?” He asked softly. You stilled for a moment, knowing this was risky but nodded your head, leaning into him, your lips brushed against one another’s. “I want this — I want you. I know it’s risky but.. please.” You mumbled before attaching your lips to his own.

You sighed, your hands moving up to tug into his hair, eliciting a groan from matt that you swallowed. He pulled back after a minute, breathing hard as he let go of you, tugging his jacket off of himself.

You watched curiously as he laid it on the ground before turning back to you. A smirk tugged at his lips as he grabbed your hand, moving you down to lay on it as he hovered over you. “s’too cold to undress,” he muttered as he resumed pressing kisses to your neck, sucking a few dark bruises in the process, a soft moan slipping past your lips at the action. “But m’still gonna give you what you want.”

He kissed his way to your lips, capturing them in a slow but desperate kiss as his cold hands ran under your sweater once more, pushing your bra slightly to tweak at your hardened nubs. You gasped at the action, body pushing into his own more.

Your body was on fire, the coolness of the air didn’t even affect you anymore, all you could focus on was matt.

He broke the kiss once more, hand sliding out from your sweater to grab at your body, slowly turning you over with your help. You could feel the soft dirt beneath his jacket, your elbows and knees digging into it as his hand pushed on your lower back, causing it to arch. Matt leaned over you, moving your hair to the side.

“You want more, don’t you?” he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as his hand slid down, fingers gripping the fabric of your jeans, teasing you. “you’ve gotta ask for it, sweetheart.”

You whimpered softly, your body trembling with anticipation as his fingers lingered on the edge of your waistband. “Please…” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, “Please, Matt, I need you.” His smirk deepened, and you felt his lips press against your neck, trailing soft, teasing kisses along your skin once more. “That’s my girl,” he murmured against your neck, his breath warm and sending shivers down your spine. “Always so good for me.”

His fingers tugged your jeans down, tugging your panties along with them. The cool air hitting your bare, soaked cunt made you shiver, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips. The sensation of his touch, combined with the thrill of being in the open, hidden away in the maze, made everything more intense.

“Keep quiet, baby,” he whispered, his voice low. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, would we?” You bit your lip, nodding quickly as your heart raced. His hand slid down, fingers swiping through your soaked folds, prodding at your entrance for a moment before plunging his fingers in. Your warm walls sucked his fingers in gracefully, a moan slipping past your lips before you could even control it.

His feee hand came around, covering your mouth as his fingers continued to plunge into you, curling them just right to that spot inside you. Your eyes rolled back, soft whines emitting behind his hand. Just as you could feel a knot starting to form, he pulled them out. Whining at the loss of contact before you heard the sound of his belt, his hand tugging his own jeans down, letting himself spring free.

He hissed as the cool air hit his sensitive tip that was red, beads of pre-cum spilling out of it. Your head turned to look at him over your shoulder, watching as he stroked himself a few times before lining up with your entrance, shirt tucked between his teeth.

You whimpered at the sight, head falling down as matt’s hand moved away from your mouth. He gripped your hips, pushing forward so slowly, his tip sliding through your folds and into your warmth. He groaned, throwing his head back at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

“f-fuck matt..” You whined out, nails digging into the ground below you as he started to pick up his pace. His hips worked up a ruthless rhythm, slamming into yours. “Told ya to be quite angel, didn’t i?” He moaned, but his hips never stopped, it was like he was testing you — seeing how good you could be for him.

He pulled your hips higher, creating a new angle that caused him to hit deeper inside you — a loud mewl leaving your lips. But you didn’t care anymore, and matt didn’t either, too lost in the pleasure of each other.

“M-matt please-“ You didn’t know what you were asking him for, choked moans leaving your lips as his grip tightened on your hips. “What baby? —fuck — what y’need hm?” He gritted out between groans.

You shook your head, tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, a few slipping down your face. But you didn’t need to say anything more, matts hand reached around finding its way to your swollen clit as he rubbed it in tight circles. You cried out, hips pushing into matt’s as you meet his thrusts.

Your walls fluttered around his cock, squeezing him as the knot in your stomach began to form once more. Matt moaned, hips speeding up once more as they slammed into you. “Shit — doin’ so good f’me baby, so good.” His words came out breathlessly, the pin pricks of his own release creeping up his spine.

Your walls squeezed him once more at his praising words, the knot in your stomach began to grow tighter. His fingers still circling tightly around your sensitive nub. You threw your head back, eyes fluttering. “G-Gonna cum…fuck — Matt gonna-“ You cut yourself off with a high pitched moan as you feel your muscles grow tighter.

“Yeah? c’mon baby — come f’me, wanna hear you.” He groaned, his hand on your hip digging in more to your skin, surely leaving bruises.

That was all you needed before you cried out loudly, tipping over as your body shook, releasing all over his cock, your juices coating him and your thighs. Matt hissed at the tightness of your walls, spurring him on as his hips slammed into yours more as he chased his own high.

Your body trembled as it bordered overstimulation, his hand moving away from your clit to rest both hands on your hips as he lost himself inside your gummy walls. “Y’feel s’good baby — gonna let me cum in ya? fill you so good.” He growled, your head nodding vigorously at his words. “yes yes yes — please!” You begged.

He grunted, slamming his cock into you a few more times before he stilled, filling you with his hot cum. You gasped at the feeling of his seed filling you, feel so fucking full. He draped himself over you for a moment, pressing kisses over your clothed back as he whispered praises to you for doing such a good job for him.

After a moment of catching your breaths, the coldness from the air starts to creep back into your skin, making you shiver. Matt pressed one more kiss to your back as he sat back up, slowly pulling out as you winced. He cooed at you, pressed a soft kiss to your sore cunt.

“lemme get you cleaned up baby.” He muttered before his tongue darted out, moving through your folds as he cleaned up both of your releases. You whined out, hand reaching back to try and push him away but he wouldn’t budge. “M-matt m’too sensitive.” You cried. After a few moments, his movements stopped before he pulled away, sitting back on his heels as he pulled your jeans and panties back to their rightful places before he moved to his own jeans and boxers.

You slowly pushed yourself up with trembling arms, matt’s own slowly snaking around you to help pull you against him as you both sat there for a moment. “You doin’ okay pretty girl? Didn’t hurt you did i?” He asked softly, pressing feather light kisses to your face. A lazy smile pulled at your lips, shaking your head. “M’okay — didn’t hurt me.” You whispered.

He nodded his head, shifting to pull your bodies up from the ground. He held you in his arms, your legs like jello as you stood. He swiftly grabbed his jacket from the ground, ridding it of any dirt before slipping it back into himself. Just in time too as you both heard some faint voices seeming to get closer to where you two were at.

A blush rises to your already reddened face — both from the cold and what just happened. Matt pulls back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Think you can walk out of here, or do I need to carry you?”

You laugh softly, still feeling a bit unsteady on your feet, but the warmth of his teasing smile makes you feel grounded again. “I think I can manage.”

Matt grins, kissing the top of your head. “Good. Because we still have to go back and pick out pumpkins since someone didn’t want to earlier.” He chuckled as he takes your hand again, leading you both through the rest of the unfinished maze.