he overthinks the first meeting so much oh my babyyyy. he doesn’t want to seem too enthusiastic but also not disinterested, poor boy thinks of every possible scenario. the days leading up to the day he keeps asking you all about your friends, so in case conversation is too dry or awkward he can mention something he knows they’ll like :( but little did he know that he had absolutely NOTHING to worry about. the second you two walked into the room all your friends crowd around him, drilling him with questions about him and how he managed to turn you into this love drunk mess. he was so amazed at the fact that you talked to your friends about him in a way that seems to be more than the casual facts. “you know i’m obsessed with you handsome”, you whisper in his ear as you take his hand. pretty boy can’t help himself from cheesing the rest of the day, not even being aware that this behaviour is what makes your friends realise you’ve finally found the right person.

ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ loves to show off his strength. 

it’s not necessarily that he wants to seem cocky with it, he just wants to make sure you know he can help you out. can be as simple as carrying your bags for you when you go out shopping or the cliche opening of a specifically tight jar. he’s a little shit that does love to just grab you and throw you over his shoulder, doesn’t matter how much or you weigh. don’t you dare insult him by telling him you’re too heavy. that boy will literally look you dead in the face, all insulted and go “baby, i lift twice your weight.” he gets so fucking irritated when you get like this, not in the mean way but you’re his girl. he’d do anything for you. 

now of course we must speak about the portrayal of strength in the bedroom wink wonk :p this man loves to manhandle you THERE I SAID IT ! it drives him crazy knowing that he can put you in every and any position there is on the planet. and it equally drives him crazy knowing that you let him. this amount of trust was earned and he prides himself on the fact that its him and only him that gets to see you this way. at some moments when he gets extra cocky, when you get a little extra loud he raises his brows at you, muttering a condescending “dick that good baby?” oh i hate him

ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ is such a fucking thigh man i don't care what anybody else says.

listen, he loves himself some good titty and ass. but THIGHS. that boy could cum alone at the thought of being between the recreation of clouds on your legs. he is utterly obsessed. he’s so annoying, you cosy laying all cosy on the couch and he just grabs the plush flesh and gives you a playful bite. the second you turn, a raised brow addressing him, he just grins and gives the bite mark a kiss. being between your thighs is a whole different story. his hands grab onto your spread thighs as if you were about to be snatched away from him. in his defence, his tongue game is so good that you do try to run away at the intensity of his soft muscle inside of you. pussy drunk boy is moaning, actually talking to her, he’s that into it and your thighs start closing around his head. now, some people would not like this. riki on the other side? mans is glad to get the chance to get even more close and personal with your gushing cunt. his hands find themselves where your hips and thighs meet, thumb mindlessly circling on a previous bite he had left there. he’s such a fucking perv too, inhaling the scent of you, the sensation of air hitting your clit and writhe at the pleasure. “pretty baby deserves to get her pussy played and eaten with just how she likes.” 

ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ stares you so intensely that from the outside it looks like some put a love spell on him.

head tilted, slight smirk and his piercing gaze is always on you when you yap away when you’re out together with friends. another, indirect, way of showing that he is yours and you are his, all his attention is always on you. and when you recognise him staring? your sweet smile and shiny eyes, that he knows belong to him and him only, melt the intense facade for a second and get replaced by an ice melting smile.

or when you talk to him about your day on the couch, your legs thrown over his as he massages your calves. he is so enamoured by you he zones out without realising, instead focusing on the different shapes your mouth forms as you speak. noticing the occasional lick of lips or how you bite the left corner of your bottom lip when you accidentally mixed up the events of the story you were telling. it takes a flick of your fingers against his arm for him to snap out of it. “hm?”, he instantly answers, sweet smile on his lips and you laugh. “where you listening to a thing i was just saying?” at that he smiles sheepishly, “i think i lost focus after you mentioned the mushy peas from the cafeteria…” oh but how can you be at him? you were blessed with an utterly obsessed boy, who cares if you have to retell the story of some mushy peas :’)

ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a very teasing drunk.

randomly starts mentioning the last time you fucked (just this morning before he had to leave) and imitates your moans. the little fucker he is he start laughing at your flushed face. “am i wrong tho kitty? or was it more like this”, and before you know it he releases the most wild set of high pitched moans. you lunge forwards at him, hands covering his mouth to quiet the noise, even though it’s just the two at you at your place. but he’s a menace so his tongue slips past his covered lips, licking away at your fingers while staring at you. the second you even try to look away his hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him again. your hand is barely covering his mouth anymore and before it threatens to fall away completely he bites down on your index finger, tongue swirling around it with a hum. 

or he squishes your face, not being able to hold back the cuteness aggression he gets when he sees you. this was usually followed by some babytalk, some “pretty little baby, aren’t you just the fucking greatest, most gorgeous ever?” or “my baby, my baby, all mine gosh am i not the fucking luckiest man on the planet? getting to love such a beautiful girl every day…”. but don’t let this fool you, because not even five minutes later he sloppily starts making out with you. he likes to dip his hands under your shirt, cupping your tits with his big hands. intentionally circling his fingers around your nipple but never actually touching it. he loves how seeing how your chest starts rising more frantically, loves how you blink to keep yourself composed but end up throwing your head back, eyes closed shit as filthy moans spill past your pretty lips. 

ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ knows you have a thing for his stupidly plush lips and intentionally licks or plays with them when he sees you staring.

he isn’t the only one in this relationship that has a fixation with lips. you catches you at least five times a day when you look at him a little spaced out. now, it’s extra fun for him when he catches you from the corner of his eye, it gives him the perfect excuse to mess with you a little <33 he’ll bring his index finger up to his bottom lip, slowly dragging it across, his thumb mirroring the gesture on the other side, forming a perfect pout. and of course he doesn’t leave it at that. he starts twisting the flesh, pinching it occasionally. glancing over to his left, he catches you fidgeting with your own lips and he almost chuckles. time to bring out the finishing blow! his fingers leave his lips as he bites down on the bottom, pushing his shoulder back with a stretch as he closes his eyes. without meaning to he releases a small moan at the sweet sting forming between his shoulder blades. “jesus christ!”, you exclaim as you make your way over to sit on his lap. mission complete.

ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ makes it his mission to find out how he can worship you the best way.

riki relishes in the fact that he can make you feel good. that man puts you in every and any position, knowing exactly where to touch you, what pace you need when, he knows your body inside out (literally lol). some days he traces the soft flesh of your curves, kissing and nipping at the sensitive spots that make you squeam. on others his fingers grab your tits, carefully trimmed fingernails sending pleasurable waves of pain through your body. big hands fist your hair, pulling it back with calculated strength, knowing just how much pressure makes your mouth fall open and release those sweet moans he (and his dick) love so dearly. every once in a while he loses himself in the pleasure of your passionate love making, mindlessly tugging on your hair and biting down on your nipple stronger more than intended because of the restless pace of your hips snapping down onto his as you ride him as if it were your last day on earth together. curses fall from his lips as she stops your hips from moving. “shit, baby sorry didn’t mean to be so rough with you.” he looks up you with such hazy, pussy drunk eyes that you could cum on the spot. leaning down slowly, your head dipping into the crook of his neck, tongue darting out to lick a wet stripe across his neck and he hisses. “pretty boy, i want you to be as rough as you want or need to. go on, use me to make us feel good.”, and for a second he freezes, looking at you with an unreadable expression. a heartbeat later a lazy grin starts forming on his plush lips, lips that connect with you in a messy kiss as his hands move down to find your hips. now it wasn't you who set the pace, it was him who bucked up his hips to pound into your gushy, gummy walls as he moves you like you were light as a feather. your hands grip his bicep and you can’t help but whine at the muscle that flex under your hands. trust that after hearing this he only increases the pace, demanding to hear every noise you could possibly make.

ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ asks for kisses all the time.

now he does give you just random kisses, but he loves ASKING for a kiss. out of nowhere he’s all up in your face and goes “baby, kiss please.” his eyes are already low lidded in anticipation but there’s something about asking for it and you giving in. it started out as shyness but now it became routine. there’s safety in it. after a long day at work he needed some space, of course greeting you with a quick kiss hello. an hour later he finds himself next to you on the couch. “kiss baby?” it’s the most endearing thing ever and you almost coo as you pepper him with kisses all over. he melts into you, brows relaxing, shoulders dropping and chest filling with a familiar warmth. warmth that only you evoke in him.

ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ solves fights by lowkey flirting with you.

you could be insulting the boy so hard that his ancestors shake, but he goes “you know i love you still pretty girl.” and its so annoying but you can’t stay mad at him. because you do, of course you know he loves you. he shows you every day in the smallest ways. so you might pout and “mmpf” past him, but he knows that once you’ve cooled down you’ll have a conversation about this and end up making out on whatever surface is nearest. 

or you get hit with occasional “gosh you look so fucking hot when you get pissed off at me” and it throws you off so bad. you just blink, confusion replacing your previous fury and you scoff. “luckily you have that sweet talk to get you out of me whipping your ass” you shoot at him and he laughs. “kinky, baby. i’m ready hen you are.” he’s a fucking menace but he loves you more than anything.

ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ knows how to make you have a good night out.

now, partying with riki is FUN. even if you’re not really a club goer, going to the club or a function where a dance floor is present is not something you can say no to. firstly, mans is protective as hell over you, even if you aren’t on the dance floor with him his eyes are on you always. and the little shit he is, he does this stupid crotch grab that he knows gets you all riled up. the second he does it, he knows you'll join him again. and his hands are always on you the second you're on the dance floor. bodies moving together to the music, he guides your hips, teasing both you and himself by pulling your hips against his bulge. dancing always turns into a make out session, one of his hands on your waist, the other pressing firmly against your lower abdomen, inching slower by the minute. 

ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ might act all dominant but turns into mush when you decide to take the lead and tease the shit out of him, making him a whiny breathy mess <33

riki loves to take charge and you love letting him, finding safety in turning your head off for a while and letting him make you feel good. but every once in a while you return the favour and when you do it catches him so off guard that turns into the subbiest boy on the planet.  your head was laying on one of his legs, his fingers entangled with your hair. it wasn’t on purpose, but you turned a little and now you were head to head with his crotch. he wasn’t aware of the thoughts forming in your head, focused on the show playing in front of him. that is until your hands slowly moves up his leg, inching closer and closer to his, now hardening, cock. “what are you up to kitty, huh?” he mutters amused. you don't reply, only moving your head to nuzzle his bulge and he hisses. “baby, wha–” his voice breaking into a whine as your teeth bite his length through his sweats. “fuck, what’s gotten into you?” he chokes out as he gathers your sprawled out hair into a ponytail. you know he’s not wearing anything under these, why would he? it was the weekend and you didn’t plan on leaving the house today. the small patch of your spit on the grey material gradually grew, but not because of your liquids this time. index finger circling his tip through the fabric, you decide to tease him today instead of giving him what he wants. ever so lightly you start blowing on the wet spot and he squirms, breathy, almost painful sounding moans escaping him. “please, please baby don’t tease.” he rasps, eyes shut with such force you would think he’s being tortured and in a way, he kinda was. “aww, but where’s the fun in that?” you ask sweetly. low lidded eyes meet your, closely watching your tongue dart out one again, this time licking the now formed tent under his sweats and you swear you saw his eyes roll back. “let me have my fun this time pretty boy…” and of course he will. he’s exactly where he wants to be.

ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: phewwww mama was sweating while writing this…..also biggg shoutout to my dollie for letting me freak out over riki all the time and fuel my addiction <3333

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That's when you saw a figure standing by the main entrance. His features was hidden from the dim lights shining down on him from behind but you don't need to see them to know who he is.

Thirty minutes later, you returned to headquarters. It was already two in the morning and seeing the weariness on your teammates' faces, you took pity and decide to dismiss them.

"All of you, go home and get some sleep before one of you collapse. I don't have the energy to carry you," you instructed, earning a series of chuckles from them.

Everyone went their separate ways after bidding one another farewell, leaving you alone. You hopped back into your car and drove home, managing to reach home within ten minutes.

You drove a little above the speed limit but hey, what the people doesn't know wouldn't hurt them. One look at your unit in the apartment building was enough to set your heart racing in your chest.

The lights were on—a sign someone's in your house.

Normally, one would be alarmed or terrified at the thought of someone invading their home. But not you. Not when you knew who it is. Folding your jacket over your left arm, you stepped out of your car after parking it. Every step you took does nothing but added more adrenaline that's coursing through your veins.

Eventually, you arrived at your front door. You unlocked it with the keys, pushing it open and immediately locked eyes with him.

He froze, caught red-handed from stepping out of your kitchen with a cold bottle of beer held in his right hand. Instead of whipping out your gun or shouting at the top of your lungs, you let out an exasperated sigh as you closed the door behind you, dropping your keys into a small cute cat bowl he bought it for you as a gift.

"Seriously? First thing you do when you come over is to raid my refrigerator?" You deadpanned, hanging your jacket up while placing your workbag on the couch.

Your boyfriend—Nishimura Riki, shrugged his shoulders. He bit down on the lid of the beer bottle, easily lifting it up and removed it with his free hand. He brought the rim to his lips, wasting no time in chugging it down like it's water.

He didn't miss the way your gaze lingered on his Adam's Apple, watching how it bobbed up and down with every gulp he took and satisfaction settled in his chest.

"You restocked the beers. It's only right for me to help myself to them," he answered, holding the now half-empty bottle of beer as he approached you.

His features softened once he's in front of you. Gone was the Riki the public knew—how he's viewed as a talented boxer in the ring, how he's able to emerge victorious no matter who his opponent is and how he has the strength that can rival against a one man army. But rather, the Riki standing in front of you is a side no one knew.

No one other than you.

"Hi," he greeted you softly, his eyes filled with nothing but pure love and affection.

Your heart fluttered as you returned the smile with your own. "Hi yourself. Mind telling me why you were there today? I thought you were taking a break."

Riki shuffled his feet on the spot, running a hand through his blonde hair. "Heard you were coming over so thought I'd stopped by."

You shot him an incredulous look and crossed your arms. "Stopped by?" You repeated. "Riki, I was working. If someone saw you, you would've been arrested!"

"And?" He drawled, a teasing glint evident in his eyes.

He stepped even closer, smoothly hooking an arm around your waist to pull you towards him until you're pressed up against his chest, "I don't see anything wrong with that. My girlfriend interrogating me while looking all hot and serious. That doesn't sound like a bad idea to me."

You whacked his chest but he's unfazed with the impact. Despite your action, the way your ears and cheeks flushed red said otherwise. "You're a freak."

"What can I say? You bring out the best in me," he chuckled, ducking his head to plant a soft, fleeting kiss on your lips. He snickered at how you chased after his lips with a disappointed pout.

"Go shower. Dinner's on the table," he said, giving a light squeeze to your waist before pulling away.

Your fingers twitched at your sides, tempted to pull him back in but you nodded, complying with his words. However, you only managed to take a few steps before you felt something sharp and stinging against your ass.

Smack!

You whirled around on the spot. "Riki!"

"Sorry, my hands slipped."

"I'm gonna kill you."

"Woah, relax."

~

You heaved a sigh of relief the moment you were stripped free from your sticky and dirty clothes.

You tossed them to the laundry basket situated in a corner of the bathroom as you stood under the shower head. Your eyes fluttered shut when you turned it on, bending your head forward to ensure your hair was thoroughly soaked.

You were shampooing your hair when you heard the bathroom door opening and closing. You didn't have to look up or open your eyes to know who it was. A part of you expected Riki to help you but the next thing you knew, you were being pushed backward until your back hits the wet, damp and slippery surface of the tiled wall.

"Riki, wha—!?"

You exclaimed, opening one eye, only for your voice to die down in your throat at the feeling of something warm and wet licking a flat stripe up against your clit. Your legs trembled, hips instinctively canting forward. Riki hummed, the vibration drawing a high-pitched gasp from you.

You reached out, tangling your fingers in his damp hair blindly while the other clawed at the wall behind you, trying to find something, anything to grip onto.

He sling your right leg over his shoulder and the slight change of position allowed him to bury his face deeper between your legs. You moaned as you rolled your hips against the sharp edge of his nose, drawing a pleased groan from your boyfriend. Riki eats you out exactly the way he fights on the ring—ruthless and intense.

It's sloppy, the slurping sounds and water raining down from the shower head echoing among the cramped, heated bathroom space blending in with your cries and chanting of his name.

Stars exploded behind your eyelids when he wrapped his lips around your clit, followed by a harsh and loud suck. The friction drew a loud, shameless whimper from the depth of your throat.

Your left leg buckled, threatening to give way. Riki was quick to pin you against the wall with one hand supporting you by your hips.

"Fuck, taste so good. Could stay here forever," he slurred, drunk on nothing but the intoxicating taste of you, heavy on his tongue.

"Riki, f-fuck, gonna cum, hah, please," you whined, all needy and turning putty thanks to his skillful mouth.

Your boyfriend didn't answer you, simply plunging his tongue in. Your climax hits you out of nowhere, like a huge tidal wave crashing into you. You bent over, tugging him closer with your thighs clamped around his head, locking him in place as you spilled into his greedy, awaiting mouth.

Riki drank everything you have to offer to him, tongue lapping away like a kitten lapping at a plate of milk.

When he moved away, your breath hitched at his thick, plump lips and nose covered in a generous layer of your slick. You leaned against the wall, panting to catch your breath while Riki rose to his full height. He wiped it away with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth, licking it up with his tongue without breaking eye contact.

Your face heat up at the bold move. "You're insatiable, you know that?"

"God forbid a man from wanting to eat his girlfriend out. I'll help you shower."

You shot him a suspicious look at his words. "No more funny business."

"Can't promise that. Woah woah, put the bottle down!"

~

After your shower was done (Riki actually managed to keep his hands to himself, surprise surprise), you had dinner together.

It was simple—takeout Chinese food from a nearby restaurant both of you loved. The dining table was filled with the sound of your voices as you talked about everything and anything at once—telling him something silly your co-worker did, how your laptop stopped functioning in the middle of your meeting and so on.

Riki listened the entire time. Even when he's eating or drinking his beer, his eyes never left your face, his gaze piercing and sharp. It's enough to make anyone squirmed about on the spot. And you're no expectation either.

Heat pooled in your stomach as you squeezed and rubbed your bare thighs together under the table, the pathetic shorts you worn provide close to zero friction.

He smirked, eyes darkening a shade with them clouded in lust, no doubt knowing the thoughts running through your mind.

But if there's one thing about Riki, it's the fact he love to drag things out. He's not a patient man but if it gets you panting, reduced to nothing but a needy, squirming and begging mess, then he doesn't mind taking things slow.

It started small, with him maintaining eye contact with you. Riki knows the effect his eyes has on you, how you were gradually shrinking into yourself, how you were starting to avoid looking at him and how you kept fidgeting on the spot.

He could practically smell your arousal, knowing your underwear is beyond soaked. Heck, he wouldn't be surprised if there's a visible wet stain on the chair, right over where your dripping pussy is. He leaned back, spreading his legs out with his right arm draped across the back of the chair on his right.

"You alright? You looked a little flushed," he asked, concerned despite the mischievous smirk stretching across his face.

You swallowed dryly, curling your fingers around the disposable chopsticks to ground yourself.

"..Fine, it's a little hot in here," you replied, fanning yourself with your hand even though deep down, both of you knew you were lying.

Your boyfriend arched an brow. "Right, hot…" He drawled teasingly, purposely lowering his voice an octave lower, low enough for more slick to trickle down your inner thighs.

You grit your teeth, narrowing your eyes at him—a poor, feeble attempt to regain the last of your composure that's slipping through your fingers. "Riki, stop."

"Chill, I'm not gonna do anything," he replied, raising his hands in mock surrender.

You rolled your eyes, finishing the remains of your food swiftly.

"You better not. I have a report I need to work on and you," you pointed at him as you rose from your chair, pointedly ignoring how your underwear's sticking directly to your dripping pussy, "better not get anywhere near me. Is that understood?"

"Yes, mam," he answered without hesitation.

Riki ended up helping you to clear the table and even throwing the trash out, giving you a few seconds of peace and quiet. You headed to the living room, sitting on the couch with your legs resting on the low coffee table as you pulled your laptop out from your workbag. You made yourself comfortable, placing your laptop on a cushion that's situated on your lap and picked up where you last left off.

You weren't sure how much time passed. It could be thirty minutes, an hour or even longer. You felt the couch dipped slightly followed by a familiar weight resting itself against on your shoulder. Something blonde entered your sight, causing you to sigh, annoyed.

"Riki, get off. You're heavy," you said but made no move to push him away—something he took with pride.

"Nah, I'm comfy here," your boyfriend answered, wrapping an arm around your waist, using it to pull you closer to him until you're awkwardly squashed into his side. You shot him a irritated look but he merely grinned, all innocent and boyish.

"Don't mind me, you can keep working on it," he assured you.

Your first mistake was to believe his words. You managed to finish typing a sentence and that's when you felt his hand starting to wander aimlessly, fingers bypassing the hem of your shirt as it draw circles and random patterns on your bare skin, leaving heat behind in his wake. You stilled, hands hovering over the keyboard when he ran his fingers along the hem of your shorts.

"Something wrong?" He asked, like he wasn't the one behind this.

You cleared your throat. "..Nothing, it's fine."

He hummed, letting his fingers rest on your hips. Your second mistake was thinking he was done, only for him to slowly pull your shorts down while he held the hem of your shirt in place with the same hand.

Goosebumps formed on your skin and from the corner of your eyes, you could see Riki freezing at the sight before him. He chuckled, the sound low and deep, sending vibrations down your spine.

"You're already soaking wet and you still wanna pretend?" He asked, cupping you through the thin fabric, causing you to visibly jolt on the spot, caught off-guard by his bold action.

Your third mistake was to give him a reaction, which is equivalent to you raising a white flag and waving it in the air, surrendering yourself to him.

"Riki, d-don't!" You gasped, only for to let out a pathetic whimper when he pressed down on your clit, moving his thumb side to side.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer," he sworn, hastily placing your laptop on the coffee table and flung the cushion aside, not caring where it landed.

He pinned you down on the couch, your head resting on the armrest and crashed his lips against yours. It's sloppy, messy and wet. You let out a wanton moan, obediently parting your lips, allowing him to explore your cavern.

Riki's hands moved like it has a mind of its own, touching you everywhere. He threw your shorts over his shoulder and pushed the shirt up, breaking the kiss shortly to watch how your bare breasts jiggled once it's free.

"You drive me insane. Walkin' around without wearing a bra," he murmured, ducking his head to wrap his lips around your right hardened nipple.

You cried out, pushing yourself further into his mouth. He alternated between biting and sucking, creating little suctions. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, locking him in place.

His free hand trailed down your body until it reached your core. He slid your underwear aside, detaching his mouth from your nipple, eyes darkening further at the mess between your legs.

"So fuckin' wet. You act all tough when this is more honest than you," he sneered, swiping two fingers across your clit as he spread it across your stomach.

You couldn't speak, only letting out a whimper as you squirmed about on the couch. "P-Please…"

Riki paid you no mind, suddenly having an idea. He got off the couch, heading over to grab something and when he returned, he dangled something silver and round in front of you. You had to blink a few times to make out what he's holding.

It's a pair of handcuffs that's used to cuff criminals.

"Give me your hands," he instructed softly and you complied, binding your wrists together, allowing him to cuff you.

Click, click.

The clicking sounds of the cuffs pierced through the living room like a lightning bolt, a foreshadow of what's to come. The air thickened with tension, on the verge of exploding right there and then. Rijki ran his thumbs along your knuckles, eyes searching for any signs of discomfort.

"Is this alright?" He asked.

Your heart skipped a beat at how thoughtful he is, even when it's clear he's fighting against the urge to ravish you. And yet, he's putting your comfort over everything else.

What a simple, almost mindless thing proved to be attractive, especially when it's from Riki. You wordlessly nodded but he wasn't pleased with your lack of response, with how he clicked his tongue.

Riki reached out, his long and slender fingers clasped around your chin, tilting your head up to force you to meet his eyes.

"I need words, doll. Yes or no?" He questioned you, voice firm and authoritative, leaving you hopelessly clenching down on nothing, desperately wishing to feel something inside.

"Y-Yes," you whispered.

"Good girl," he purred, causing an involuntary whimper to leave your lips before you could stopped yourself.

Riki moved to manhandle you, drawing a surprised squeak as you ended up straddling his lap with him leaning back into the couch. Unlike you—with your lower half of your body bare, the other was still fully clothed from head to toe.

The difference of your current states only made heat creep up the back of your neck. You couldn't even closed your thighs together if you want, feeling slick rolling down your inner thighs, with it landing on his sweatpants, leaving dark and visible stains.

His eyes flicked down, lips curling upward in a smug, knowing smirk. "Making a mess on me. What a dirty girl you are. How will your co-workers react if they see you like this, hm? Drippin' all over your main suspect's lap?"

He cooed, words dripping with nothing but faux sweetness, like he's taking pity on you when it's far from that. There's something about the way Riki said it—his condescending tone. Something about it that feels oh so sinful and in a good way too. Not to mention, he is indeed the main suspect of the case you're currently working on.

You keened, looking at him beneath your eyelashes. "Riki, please. Do something."

He cocked his head to the side, both hands holding your waist as he idly traced your skin. "What do you want me to do, hm? Want me to fuck you until you can't think straight? Or want me to eat your pretty little pussy until you're crying for me?"

Shivers ran down the length of your spine at his words. Among the options he gave you, there was one that caught your interest. You eagerly nodded your head, hoping he's able to read your mind. Riki shook his head, disapproval written all over his face.

"Wrong answer, doll. I guess this is all you're getting for now," he said.

Before you could react, he pushed two fingers into your pussy without warning, dry and no lube used. You cried out, wrists visibly straining against the handcuffs with it digging into your skin. Riki held you down with one hand on your hips while the other's buried between your legs. He moved his fingers in a scissors-like motion, spreading you open, easily reaching places that your own hands couldn't.

You sobbed, thrashing about wildly on his lap, like a fish out of water as your boyfriend continued fingering you, with no intentions of stopping.

This isn't what you wanted at all!

The living room was filled with a series of loud squelching sounds, from how insanely wet you are. Riki expertly curled his fingers in just the right angle, dark and hooded eyes locked on your face, observing every micro-expressions you made.

Tears prickled your eyes, blurring your vision slightly. Your thighs trembled like fallen leaves. Your stomach tightened, feeling the all-too familiar sensation of you reaching your incoming climax.

"P-Please…hngh, w-wan' you to fuck me," you rambled, the words barely audible or making sense.

Riki chuckled and he stopped moving, fingers still buried knuckles-deep in your throbbing cunt, feeling your walls clinging onto him. The hand that was on your hips moved to pull his sweatpants and Chrome Hearts boxers down, freeing his cock. It sprung free from the restraint, the tip already leaking with precum. It's a sight to behold, making your mouth watered, filled with the urge to taste him in your mouth.

You watched, unable to tear your eyes away from the lewd sight of him wrapping a hand around himself. His breath audibly stuttered in his throat at the mere contact before he pumped his cock, thumb collecting the bead of precum and spread it all over his cock.

It's mean, with him forcing you to watch as he touched himself while your wrists were cuffed.

"You want this, baby? Want me to fuck you? To split you open and stuff you full?" He taunted, eyes never leaving your face.

You let out a breathless moan. "Please…"

"Please what?"

"..Please, just fuck me already," you snapped, reaching your limit with how your boyfriend kept pushing your buttons.

He let out a low, mean chuckle. Hearing it was enough for invisible alarm bells to go off in your mind, a sign you have crossed the line. He pulled his fingers out, not caring about the sound of protest you made and how you attempted to keep him inside of you. Riki leaned further back into the couch, wiping his drenched fingers on his sweatpants, crossing his hands behind his head.

"Go on then, do it yourself since you're so impatient," he drawled.

You stared at him for a moment, thinking you misheard him. But when Riki raised an eyebrow, you knew he was being serious. Thus, you were left with no choice but to do it yourself. The only assistance you got was him steadying you along with him aligning his cock against your gaping entrance as you lifted yourself up on your shaking thighs.

You bit down on your lip, stifling the moans threatening to slip as you rocked your hips back and forth, feeling his cock rubbing against your pussy lips. You eventually sank down, moaning as the mushroomy tip pushed through before it goes deeper and deeper the lower you go.

It felt like eternity when he bottomed out inside you. You sworn you could feel him hitting the entrance to your womb with how big and thick he is.

Riki clenched his jaw, mind spinning with how tight you felt, how your walls clamped down on his cock, almost like it doesn't want to let him go. You brought your wrists forward, bracing your palms on his toned stomach as you raised your hips, high enough for his tip to be still inside you before you go down.

"Oh fuck!"

You moaned out loud, not caring about the chances of your neighbors launching a noise complaint at how loud you were being. You couldn't think about anything else, other than how your insides are being rearranged by his cock. You started at a steady rhythm, bouncing on his cock with your breasts jumping along at every motion.

Riki's eyes moved down, watching as your pussy was stretched as wide as possible to accommodate to the grith of him, the thick, sticky and visible strings of slick stretched and snapped every time you bounced on top of him.

There's also a white, creamy ring formed around the base of his cock. The sound was something straight out of a pornographic scene, skin slapping against akin and your cries, which is music to his ears.

He couldn't helped it, hands surging out to grab and knead the flesh of your asscheeks, occasionally slapping it here and there while switching between left and right. He saw the signs of you getting tired—your movements growing sloppy, your pacing growing irregular and how you were openly panting and wheezing.

One moment you were on his lap and the next moment, you were flipped onto your back, returning to your previous position. Riki threw both of your legs over his shoulders, bending you forward until you're in a mating press position. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, holding them down by twirling the cuffs around his fingers.

With him hovering over you, the long silver necklace he worn dangled over your head, the cross symbol nearly hitting your face. Riki didn't give you time to regain your bearings, pistoning his hips into yours at a fast, ruthless pace. The new position allowed him to slide even deeper, his tip about to breach the entrance to your womb.

"Ngh! T-Too much!" You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut.

He barked out a laugh. "Too much? You kept begging earlier and now you're saying it's too much? Make. Up. Your. Mind."

He punctuated the last four words with a hard and sharp thrust, savoring the feeling of your tight and warm pussy easily letting him in without any resistance. You sobbed, tears droplets rolling down your cheeks. You didn't even register how his necklace kept hitting your nose or lips every time he thrusted into you.

Riki ducked his head, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss that's more open-mouthed than anything else. Although, it couldn't be considered a kiss with how you're panting against his lips. Your body quivered in his grip. He placed a hand on your stomach, able to feel the outline of his cock and he pressed down on it, drawing a scream from you.

"Takin' me so well, aren't you? What happened to the cop who's supposed to arrest me, huh?" He cooed, knowing you're unable to utter a single word with how cockdrunk you became, unable to think about anything else other than his cock plunging into you, constantly rubbing against that one delicate spot hidden within your velvety walls.

He snaked his hand down, rubbing your clit in furious circles in a clockwise motion. You squealed, attempting to push him away from the sudden, unwanted stimulation but it was futile. His strength overwhelmed yours, leaving you at his mercy.

"G-Gonna cum," you babbled, back arching off the couch, your hair sticking to your forehead as you sloppily fucked yourself back on his cock, meeting him in the middle.

All it took was another hard, long thrust with Riki burying himself to the hilt for you to tip over the edge. The pleasure was so intense that it made you blacked out for a few seconds, your walls violently convulsed around his cock.

Your body trembled vigorously, shaking from the sheer intensity of your mind-blowing orgasm. The boxer was quick to follow suit, spilling deep inside you as he painted your gummy walls in the shade of his cum.

Riki didn't pull out, collapsing on top of you. You yelped, falling back into the couch with your sweaty bodies leaving stains behind on the couch. None of you said a word, catching your breath first before he pushed himself up, locking eyes with you.

"You alright?" He asked, moving to unlock the handcuffs from the key that's placed on the coffee table. You assumed he must've left it there when he went to grab it from before.

You nodded, finally able to lower your wrists. Riki frowned when he saw the red lines on your skin. He grabbed your hands, lightly running his fingers along it, his bottom lip jutting out slightly, making it looked like he's pouting.

"You're hurt," he stated.

"I'm fine, Riki," you assured him.

He shot you a look but didn't push it further. He slowly pulled out, drawing a wince from you at the sudden feeling of emptiness. You can feel his cum trickling out of your hole and when Riki made no move to get up, staring at your swollen and sensitive pussy, you nudged him with your foot roughly.

"Don't do anything and just clean me up," you warned him.

He shot you a mild offended look. "I can literally just clean you with my mouth and—"

"No."

"Ugh, you're no fun."

"Less talking, more walking."

Riki shook his head but he smiled, nothing but a whipped fool for you. "So bossy. You're lucky I love you."

You raised an eyebrow. "Even when I'm supposed to arrest you?"

He nodded solemnly, like you're talking about something serious. "Especially that. Maybe we can put your other tools to good use too."

Your face heat up. "Riki!"

he kisses like he has all the time in the world and yet can’t get enough, tongue sliding against yours in lazy strokes that make your head spin. you sigh into his mouth, fingers threading through his dark hair, tugging lightly the way he likes. he groans softly, the sound vibrating between you.

curious and a little greedy, your hands wander lower, sliding from his shoulders down his chest. his shirt is unbuttoned halfway — a casualty of earlier teasing — and your palms press flat against the firm warmth of his pecs. you squeeze experimentally, thumbs brushing over the flat discs of his nipples, and jay jolts like he’s been shocked.

a sharp, broken inhale escapes him. his hips twitch up against yours involuntarily, and the kiss falters for half a second.

you pull back just enough to look at him, lips still brushing. “jay?”

his cheeks are flushed, eyes darker than usual, pupils blown wide. he tries to play it cool, clearing his throat. “nothing. keep going.”

but you’re not stupid. you repeat the motion — slower this time, thumbs circling his nipples deliberately. they harden instantly under your touch, and jay’s head falls back against the couch with a low, wrecked sound.

“fuck,” he breathes, voice rough. “they’re… sensitive.”

your heart skips. a rush of heat floods through you as the realization sinks in. park jongseong — calm, teasing, always-in-control jay — has sensitive nipples. the discovery feels like unlocking a secret weapon. you test it again, pinching one lightly between thumb and forefinger, and his reaction is immediate: a full-body shiver, fingers digging harder into your hips, a quiet whimper slipping out before he can swallow it.

“oh my god,” you whisper, fascinated. “you really like that.”

he doesn’t deny it. instead he pulls you back down into a kiss that’s suddenly much messier, more desperate. from that moment on, nothing is ever the same.

after that night, you become obsessed.

there are no more dull moments when you’re together. you find excuses to touch him there constantly. during a movie night when you’re curled up against his side, your hand slips under his hoodie without warning, fingers seeking out the soft, squishy flesh of his pecs. you knead them gently, thumbs flicking over his nipples until they pebble, and jay’s breath hitches mid-sentence, the popcorn bowl nearly forgotten in his lap.

“baby,” he mutters, voice strained, but he doesn’t stop you. if anything, he arches slightly into your touch, chest pushing forward like he’s offering himself up.

in public it’s subtler but still dangerous. a quick hug hello turns into your palms pressing against his chest “by accident,” pinching lightly through his shirt when no one’s looking. his ears go red every single time, jaw clenching as he fights to keep a straight face while talking to sunghoon or whoever else is around. you love the power of it — how this composed man turns into putty the second your hands find his chest.

makeout sessions become something else entirely.

you push him against the wall one afternoon after work, hands already working his shirt open before the door even clicks shut. your mouth trails from his lips to his neck, then lower, while your fingers never leave his pecs — squeezing, rolling his nipples, pinching just hard enough to make his knees weaken. jay moans openly now, head back against the wall, hips grinding helplessly against yours.

“you’re going to kill me,” he pants, but his hands cradle the back of your head like he never wants you to stop. “fuck, i love when you play with them.”

you hum in satisfaction and latch your mouth onto one nipple, sucking hard. jay’s hand flies to your hair, gripping tight as a broken whimper escapes him. you lick and bite gently, alternating sides, leaving faint red marks that bloom into soft hickeys by the next morning. he never complains. if anything, he wears the collar of his shirts a little lower those days, like he secretly hopes you’ll do it again.

the obsession peaks during sex.

one night you’re riding him slow and deep, the room filled with the wet sounds of skin and heavy breathing. jay’s hands are everywhere — on your ass, your waist, your breasts — but you can tell he’s holding back, eyes glassy with pleasure. you lean down, changing the angle, and drag your nails lightly over his chest before pinching both nipples at once.

jay’s reaction is visceral. his back arches clean off the bed, a loud, needy moan ripping from his throat. “shit— baby, please—”

“please what?” you ask sweetly, rolling your hips while continuing to toy with him. you pinch and tug, then soothe with your palms, squeezing the soft muscle of his pecs.

his eyes squeeze shut, lips parted. “touch me there… harder. fuck, i love your hands on my chest. don’t stop— please don’t stop.”

he begs so prettily it makes you dizzy. and you give him exactly what he wants — licking broad stripes over his nipples, sucking them into your mouth until they’re swollen and glistening, biting down just enough to make him hiss and thrust up into you harder. you cover his chest in hickeys, little purple marks that claim him as yours. every time you press on one later, he’ll shiver and pull you in for a kiss.

and jay, never one to be outdone, returns the favor with devastating enthusiasm.

the first time he does it, you’re on your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you deep and steady. he moves his head closer, mouth latching onto your nipple without warning, sucking hard while his fingers play with the other. the dual sensation makes you cry out, back arching.

“jay—!”

he lifts his head just enough to smirk, eyes dark. “not so fun when it’s you, huh?” but his voice is wrecked, and he immediately goes back to it — licking, sucking, gently biting, mirroring everything you do to him. his hands knead your breasts possessively, thumbs flicking over your nipples until you’re shaking and clenching around him.

from then on it becomes mutual worship. lazy mornings turn into both of you tangled together, hands and mouths on each other’s chests, trading moans and whispers. he loves sucking on yours until you’re dripping and desperate, then sliding into you while still latched on. you love reducing him to whimpers and pleas by playing with his sensitive pecs until he’s rutting into you like he can’t control himself.

“you’re obsessed,” he teases one night, voice rough as you straddle him again, palms already cupping his chest, thumbs circling.

you pinch lightly and watch his eyes flutter. “says the guy who begs me to touch his tits every time we fuck.”

jay laughs breathlessly, the sound cutting off into a groan when you lean down and suck one nipple into your mouth. his hands fly to your ass, pulling you down onto him.

“guilty,” he admits, hips snapping up. “they’re yours now. do whatever you want.”

and you do. every chance you get.

there will never be a dull moment again.

© jongst4r, 2026

“Merry Christmas!!” 

“Merry Christmas everyone.” 

“I love how everyone is here together!”

“Yeah, the family feels full.” 

“Baby, pass me the gifts?” 

It was Christmas at your house! You and your husband Jake had invited everyone of your close relatives to the grand mansion of yours. Though the relatives weren't a lot, your quiet and empty mansion felt full after the arrival of your family and his family and friends. 

“Did everyone get their gifts?” Jake yelled across the room, making sure everyone got their gifts as a proud smile stuck on his face, watching the excitement of every member when they opened their gift and saw exactly the things they wanted. 

“Yunnie.. Merry Christmas.” You whisper in his ear, pushing him a small jewel box in his palms. He turned to you surprised with wide blown eyes, “Baby, I told you to not get me anything!” 

“Well, how can I not? It's Christmas, honey.” Butterflies erupted through Jake's heart as his eyes softened by the thoughtful gesture. He opens the box secretly so only you two can enjoy the intimate moment. Inside, there was a beautiful pendent, the one he had been eyeing for months but never bought. 

He gasped, hands trembling as the cool metal under his finger tips, a contrast to how his body heated up at the thoughtful gesture. “Baby.. did you really..?” 

“I had to. I saw you eyeing it for ages and knew you wanted soo.. I got it for you!” You tip toe and peck his lips, grinning at your victory to see him completely speechless and in love. “Fuck, baby you are perfect. So perfect.” 

He pulled out the necklace and placed it in your palm, looking at you with adore. “Put it on me, baby.” You took the necklace like an honour and locked it around his neck, feeling his neck hitch at the cool jewel clash with his hot skin. “All set?” You smile, looking at him. You expected the same adoration and love like before but now there was also a darkness in his eyes. 

A want. A need. 

“What else would you like as a gift, sweetheart?” His voice came low, turning around to face you as he stepped so close that you could feel his breath on your lips. “Jake, not now—” he smiled but it wasn’t a kind smile, rather a cruel, lust filled one. “Not now, alright.. But wait until they all leave, I will not be letting you go away from me, darling.” 

Heat instantly pooled deep in your stomach, butterflies exploding in your chest. The thought of finally being able to spend time with your husband, after ages of longing for him due to his working habits. “I mean it, darling.” You just blush and look away, trying your best to act natural and ignore the wetness soaking your lace fabric. 

It wasn’t long until they all went home, leaving you two alone in the giant mansion. You knew what was coming while you wave at his friends, feeling the heat from him clinging to you from behind who bid his friends goodbye. 

As soon as they were out of their sight, Jake slammed the door shut and grasped your arm, pinning you on the nearest wall. “Finally, all to myself.” His lips were onto yours in an instant, devouring them as if he was starved of touch for centuries. Your head tiled back against the wall at the force of his kiss. 

You just let yourself be taken, enjoying the way his hands squeeze your waist lightly as if he was trying his best to control himself and not ruin you right there. Kissing him back, you grant him access to your mouth, moaning at the feeling of his tongue mingling with yours which earned a grunt from him. 

“Baby, you are killing me..” He pulled back to breathe but also took you to their bedroom as fast as possible. “I missed you, Yunnie..” Your whimpers were being shot straight to his shaft, making it twitch with impatience. “I know, baby, I missed you too.. So much.” He locked your shared bedroom door, pinning you and again latching on your lips while his hands sneak under your shirt, gently playing with your covered nipples. 

*“Baby, you are so perfect.” He moaned, moving down to leave hickeys all around your neck and collarbone, finding your sensitive spot at the joint of your neck and shoulder and sucked the spot greedily until it turned purple. “Jake, please..” You breathe out, not able to contain your need anymore as your hands cling to his biceps. 

“Please what, princess? Use your words.” He pulled back, looking at you with a smirk and helped you remove your dress, leaving you only in your undergarments. “Come on, princess.. I still haven’t gotten an answer.” He pulled you to the bed as you ask him to touch you, to make you feel good. 

“Fuck, you beg so prettily, darling. Makes me want to ruin you.” You whimpered and fumbled with his shirt to remove it, finally successful after many attempts, making him chuckle and lean down to suck your nipples through the fabric. “Ahh.. Jake!” He moaned in response, grinding on your clothed heat, teasing you until you were nothing but a trembling doll under him. 

“Take it off, please Jake.” You begged, hoping he would give in, which he did. Unclasping the hook, it dragged his teeth up your arms and pulled the strap down with his teeth, worshiping you like you were a goddess. At last, you were bare from the top, your breasts hanging free. “Fuck, look at you, already so messy when I haven’t even done anything to you.” 

He took your left nipple in, a moan erupting from your throat as your back arches into him, pushing it more into his face which took him to heaven. His left hand came to your right nipple, flicking and twisting it cruelly until you were a trembling mess. Then at last, he dropped your buds and moved down to your core, trailing kisses all over as if he was seeing you for the first time. 

“So beautiful, baby. So perfect.” He pressed soft kisses on your inner thing, holding it open so he could tease and watch it drip. “Fuck baby you are making a mess. Leaking all over the bed spread. Such a dirty girl.” He pressed kisses on your clothed heat, making your head spin with pleasure and denial. “Please Jake, just touch me.” You moaned out, hands getting tangled in his hair which you tugged towards your core.

“So impatient. Alright, darling.” He chuckled and peeled the completely soaked fabric off your skin, throwing it somewhere in the room without care, diving right into your heat with the first lick. Your mouth flew open and eyes squeezed shut, back arched into his face as you whimpered and tug on his hair to just start eating you up already. 

“Bab-baby! Ple-pleasee!” You moan, grinding on his face as he flicks his tongue in and out of your hole, sucking out every whimper and whine from you like a leech. “Fuck, so good baby. Perfect Christmas.” Your thighs trembled beside his head, threatening to close but he just tightened his grip and pulled your legs apart, sucking your clit. 

“Don't close it baby, I'm addicted. Come on, come for me sweetheart.” He blew into your sensitive folds, making it flutter delicious and leak, making a mess all over his mouth. Then, he felt your moans change pitch, get higher as your fingers tug harder on his scalp leaving behind a burning pain. “Come on baby, give it to me.” 

He moved to give all his attention to your clit, sucking and circling just right and getting you into your high when he slammed in two digits into you tight pussy, scissoring it with skill that made you see starts and before you could even warn him, the orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, spilling all over his face while he moaned at the taste, not letting a single drop go to waste as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you at an extreme pace. 

You thought he would stop and give you a little break but you were wrong. It was as if he was pussy drunk and needed more from you, not satisfied with just one orgasm because he didn't pull out his fingers and just kept pistoning it in you while your entire back was off the bed, arched at the oversensitivity as you plead with him to let you go because it was too much to handle. 

He just smirked and held your eye contact, praising you that you were doing so well and that he needed you to come one more time all over his fingers, drenching him in your juices. The dirty talk pulled you closer to the edge because you felt the tight knot in your stomach much faster this time and warned him. 

“Come baby, come on. Give it to me.” He increased his speed, adding a third finger forcefully which felt like he was going to rip you apart from the intense pain and pleasure. And before you knew it, you were squirting all over his chest and down, completely drenching him in your juices while all he did was smile and pump his finger in a few more times, helping you ride out your wave before he finally pulled his fingers out and kissed you tenderly.

Your hands reached down to unclasp his belt, removing it and throwing it away before you pulled his pants and boxers in one go, holding his shaft in your hands which sent electricity straight to his cock. “Fuck, baby your hands—so good.” He groaned, spreading your thighs again and settling between them. He looked to his right at the drawer, opening it to pull out a foil. 

“Prepared, huh? I didn't even know you kept it there.” You joke, pumping his shaft in your hand while he rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls it onto himself. “Always have to stay prepared, baby.” Without any other warning, he pulled your hands away and buried himself into you, going the absolute deepest which you didn't even know existed. 

Your palm flew on your mouth to muffle the scream that erupted from your throat as he didn't let you adjust and just started rocking his hips, losing you. “Fu-uck! Jake- hold on!” You tried to hold him but he just chuckled, pinning your arms above your head and started slamming into you, watching your face twist with pain and pleasure. 

“I can't, baby. Not when you are like this.” No mercy came from his side, just pure need and lust pounding into you, praising how good you were, taking him so beautifully while your mind had gone white, eyes rolled back with mouth babbling nonsense.

He loved it, loved every second of hearing your babbles mixed with the sounds of skin slapping and his grunts. The necklace around his neck, the present you gave him kept hitting your chin softly with every thrust, making you lose your mind. In no time, you had came twice just from his mouth and fingers and now you were seconds away from exploding right on his cock. 

Your thighs shook intensely, spreading far open with him pistoning rough hitting all the sensitive spots inside you. He knew you were close, felt you clenching his cock so just before you reached your high, he pulled out, leaving you unfinished and in shock. “Ja-jake?” 

“Not yet, baby girl. Turn around for me.” He watched as you pout with tears filling your eyes at the unfinished business but you turned around nevertheless, obeying him easily. You lay flat on your stomach and push your ass out, wiggling it slightly to tease him. 

*Smack*

The force of the spank pushed you forward, making you stumble on the bed with a loud gasp. “No teasing, baby.” He chuckled and lined himself up from the back, getting himself slick from your  folds and wetness before ramming into you from the back, going even deeper. You scream into the pillow at the overwhelming feeling and let himm ram into you, building the knot in your stomach. 

“Fuck, so good.” He groaned, licking his lips as you felt his stare on your ass and back, loving the arch of your body on his cock. “Come for me baby. Come with me.” He reached his arm around you to rub tight fast circles onto your clit, making you hold his wrist as the sensitivity was too much. With a loud scream, you burst out on his cock, flooding your insides as he came with a loud grunt, spilling into the condom which expanded inside you. 

“Fuck, baby.. So good.” You both collapse on the bed, exhausted and utterly undone. “You are my drug, darling..” You chuckle and kiss his jaw, resting your face on his neck as he slowly pulls out from inside you, making you whimper from the loss. Tying a knot on it, he discarded the condom in the nearest dustbin before pulling you into him. “I love you, sweet wife.” You smile and give him a tender kiss and pass out from exhaustion, whispering sweet, “I love you too.”

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heeseung reads it aloud, voice low and amused, his fingers pausing on your thigh. “what do you think, baby?”

you bite your lip, heat already pooling low in your stomach. you’ve squirted for him before in private — messy, overwhelming, embarrassing in the best way — but never on camera. the idea of him pushing you that far while thousands of people watch later… it makes your thighs press together.

“we could,” you whisper, voice already breathy. “if you want to.”

his smirk is immediate, dark and hungry. he tips your chin up, kissing you slow and deep. “i want to. been thinking about filming you falling apart like that for a while.”

the decision is made quickly. you set up the camera on the tripod at the foot of the bed, soft ring lights on low, sheets already stripped down to just the mattress protector. heeseung chooses a simple black mask that covers the upper half of his face, and you wear the lace one that hides everything but your mouth and eyes. the caption is typed and ready to post later: “when a follower request hits different 🖤 choking, overstimulation, squirt edition”

heeseung starts recording with a single tap.

he pulls you onto the bed immediately, hands rough but controlled as he strips you bare. your tank top and panties disappear in seconds. he stays mostly dressed at first — black shirt and sweats — because he knows his followers love the contrast of you naked and desperate while he’s still composed.

“look at the camera, baby,” he murmurs, voice already deeper. he spreads your legs wide, hooking them over his thighs as he kneels between them. two fingers slide through your folds, finding you already soaked. “already this wet? just from the idea of me ruining you on camera?”

you nod, breath catching as he pushes both fingers inside without warning, curling them instantly against that spot. the wet sounds are loud in the quiet room. heeseung works you open fast, adding a third finger quickly, scissoring and thrusting while his thumb grinds circles on your clit.

your first orgasm hits embarrassingly fast. you gasp, back arching, but he doesn’t slow down. he keeps pumping through it, fingers relentless.

“one,” he counts calmly. “we’re not stopping until you give me everything.”

by the time the second orgasm crashes over you, you’re already shaking. heeseung leans down, wrapping his long fingers around your throat — not cutting off air completely, but pressing just enough on the sides to make your head feel fuzzy and light. your eyes flutter, a soft whimper escaping as the pressure combines with his fingers driving into you.

“good girl,” he praises, voice low right next to your ear. “look how pretty you get when you’re choking on my hand.”

your hips jerk, trying to ride his fingers, but he holds you down with his body weight. the mask hides most of his expression, but you can see the dark glint in his eyes. he tightens his grip on your throat just a fraction more as he speeds up, palm slapping wetly against your pussy with every thrust.

the third orgasm rips through you harder. your thighs tremble violently, and you feel that deep, building pressure — the one that always makes you shy.

“heeseung—” you whine, voice hoarse from his hand on your throat. “i— i think i’m gonna—”

“let go,” he commands, choking you through it. “squirt for me. for the camera. make a mess like a good little slut.”

his fingers curl harder, faster, thumb pressing firm on your swollen clit. the combination of his hand around your throat, the relentless overstimulation, and his filthy words sends you spiraling. your vision whites out. subspace hits you like a warm, heavy wave — everything narrows down to his voice, his hands, the feeling of being completely owned.

you come with a broken cry, body seizing. this time it’s different. liquid gushes out around his fingers, soaking his hand, your thighs, and the sheets beneath you in a hot, messy rush. you keep squirting, smaller pulses following the first big one as heeseung keeps fucking you through it with his fingers, never once easing up.

“fuck, that’s it,” he groans, voice strained. he releases your throat only to lean down and bite at your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “look at the mess you made. so fucking pretty when you squirt for me.”

you’re floating now, deep in subspace, body limp and trembling as aftershocks roll through you. tears slip from the corners of your eyes, soft whimpers and moans falling from your lips without filter. heeseung finally pulls his fingers out, spreading your soaked folds for the camera so everyone can see how ruined you are — puffy, glistening, still twitching.

but he’s not done.

he strips his shirt off, revealing toned shoulders and chest, then pushes his sweats down just enough to free his cock. he’s painfully hard, tip leaking as he strokes himself once.

“think you can take one more?” he asks, but he’s already lining up, rubbing the head through your slick folds. you nod weakly, hands reaching for him.

he slides in deep in one smooth thrust, groaning at how wet and hot you feel after all the overstimulation. your walls flutter around him, overly sensitive, and the feeling is almost too much. he sets a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping hard, one hand returning to your throat while the other pins your hip down.

“too much— heeseung—” you sob, but your legs wrap around him anyway, pulling him deeper. subspace has you pliant and needy, every thrust sending sparks through your overstimulated body.

“you can take it,” he growls, fingers flexing around your neck. “gonna make you squirt around my cock this time.”

he angles his hips perfectly, hitting that spot with every thrust while his pelvis grinds against your clit. the wet, obscene sounds of your pussy taking him are louder than ever because of how soaked you are. you’re crying openly now, tears streaming, mouth open in constant moans as another orgasm builds dangerously fast.

heeseung leans closer, mask brushing your cheek. “come on, baby. give it to me again. soak my cock while i choke you.”

the fourth orgasm explodes through you without warning. you squirt hard around him, liquid spraying out with every thrust as he keeps pounding into you. your vision blacks out for a second, pure white pleasure and subspace drowning everything else. heeseung moans loudly, the sound raw and broken as your walls milk him.

“fuck— good girl, such a good fucking girl,” he praises through gritted teeth. he fucks you through the whole thing, chasing his own release. a few more brutal thrusts and he buries himself deep, coming hard inside you with a low groan, hips stuttering as he fills you up.

he stays buried inside for a long moment, both of you panting. slowly he releases your throat, gentle fingers stroking the marks he left. he pulls out carefully, more of your mixed release dripping out, and makes sure the camera catches the final messy view before stopping the recording.

heeseung removes both masks quickly and pulls you into his arms, switching to soft mode instantly. his voice is gentle now, full of love and pride as he kisses your tear-streaked face, brushing damp strands of hair from your forehead.

“you okay, baby? you did so well for me. so fucking perfect,” he murmurs against your skin, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other strokes slow, soothing circles down your spine. his touch is feather-light now, completely different from the choking grip and relentless pace from minutes ago.

you nod weakly, still floating deep in subspace, body boneless and trembling with aftershocks. everything feels warm and hazy, like you’re wrapped in cotton. you nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent mixed with sweat, lips brushing his collarbone. “felt so good… want to watch it later.”

heeseung chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest as he tightens his hold around you. “yeah? my greedy girl already wants to see how pretty she looked falling apart.” he presses a long kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “we’ll edit it together, okay? i’ll take care of everything. you just rest.”

he stays like that for a long while — holding you close, whispering sweet praises while his fingers gently trace the faint marks on your throat. he massages your thighs and hips where they ache from being spread so wide, careful not to press too hard. when your breathing finally evens out and the subspace fog starts to lift, he carries you to the bathroom for a long, warm bath.

heeseung lowers you into the tub first, then slides in behind you, pulling your back against his chest. the water soothes your oversensitive skin. he washes you tenderly with your favorite body wash, hands gliding over every inch without any sexual intent now — just care. he kisses the top of your head every few minutes, murmuring how proud he is, how much he loves doing this with you.

after the bath, he wraps you in his oversized hoodie and carries you back to bed. snacks appear like magic — strawberries, chocolate, cold water with electrolytes, and your favorite chips. he feeds you small bites while you cuddle against him, legs tangled together under the fresh sheets he quickly changed.

once you’re more grounded, the two of you open the laptop and start editing. heeseung is patient, letting you pick your favorite angles and moments. you both laugh at how wrecked you sound in the video, blush at the sheer volume of squirt that soaked everything, and rewatched the choking parts a few times because the visual makes heat stir in your belly again. he adds subtle transitions, makes sure your faces stay hidden, and boosts the audio just enough on your moans and his filthy praises.

“this is going to break the timeline,” he says with a proud smirk, saving the final file.

later that night, when you’re both cozy under the blankets, you post it, changing the caption.

caption: follower request fulfilled 🖤 choking, overstimulation & lots of squirt. thanks for the idea~ be nice when you watch hehe

the likes and comments explode within minutes. the video skyrockets in views. notifications flood in nonstop:

ikeupikeu: the way she squirted around his cock??? instant follow nidashki: heeseung’s hand around her throat while she’s crying… i’m deceased fuuuuck need more prettyboynoo: subspace eyes + choking combo is lethal. more of this pls sunghung: the overstimulation was insane she was floating so hard wonniewon: thank you for ruining me for other content

some comments are filthier, already brainstorming the next video. you scroll through them together, giggling and blushing as new ideas pour in.

heeseung kisses your shoulder, pulling you closer. “told you they’d lose their minds. what do you want to film next, baby?”

you already know the next reply thread is going to give you even filthier ideas for the following week.

© jongst4r, 2026

Your friend shot you a sympathetic look but you looked to the side, earning a sigh from her. "You need to stop doing this, (Name). You're only gonna hurt yourself if this goes on."

You tuned her out, pointedly looking out of the window on your right. Ningning sighed again, closing the first-aid kit once she's done.

"I'm gonna regret telling you this but I know someone who can teach you," she started, catching how your ears twitched at her words.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. "His name's Heeseung and—"

You shot up before she could finished her sentence. "Wait, did you just say Heeseung? As in the Lee Heeseung? The one who won first place at every competitions?"

Ningning nodded. "Yup, the very same man himself. He doesn't ride anymore, due to a mild injury. He reached out to me first, asking if you needed someone to… teach you."

Your eyes widened, nearly popping out of its sockets. "To teach me?" You repeated, "wait, when did he contact you? And why now?"

Your friend pursed her lips. "Because I'm worried about you! You're spending most of your time practicing. You're always injured whenever you came home. Who wouldn't be worried!"

"Ningning—"

She stopped when she realized she's getting ahead of herself, closing her eyes and internally count to three before reopening them, looking like she had surrendered, like she knew her words couldn't stopped you from chasing after your dreams.

"Just.. be careful," she ended.

You nodded, reaching over to place your hand over hers. "I will. I promise."

~

The next day, you found yourself standing in front of a lonely house.

There's nothing impressive about it at first glance, other than the large and an open-aired fenced up area with a few horses roaming about, their ears twitching. A sheltered stable was situated on the right of the area, where you're certain it's built for horses to take shelter from the harsh, unforgiving sunlight and heavy rain.

At first, you thought you've arrived at the wrong place. You squinted your eyes against the sun shining down on you ruthlessly, holding down your hair when a strong gust of wind blew past you, causing sand to slap lightly against your skin. But no matter where you looked, no one was around. You were about to walk away, feeling defeated when—

"Are you (Name)?"

You looked over your shoulder, body turning as still as a statue when your eyes landed on—what you probably think—is the most handsome man you've laid your eyes upon, in your entire life. His features looked as though they were carefully sculpted from a patient hand—sharp when they needed to be and soft where it mattered.

High cheekbones caught under the sunlight, casting subtle shadows across his face, while his jawline was clean and defined enough to make your stomach do an embarrassing little flip. A worn brown suede jacket hung loosely over his broad frame, the oversized collar lined with dark fur that softened his otherwise imposing appearance. Beneath it was a faded henley shirt, the top button left unbuttoned, showing off more of his sun-kissed skin of his neck and collarbones that made you want to sink your teeth into.

A plaid shirt was tied around his waist, adding another layer to the effortlessly rugged look. Combined with the dust coating his boots and the horses roaming around behind him, he looked like he belonged here.

For the past few seconds or minutes, all you could do was to stare. And it didn't go unnoticed by him, whose eyes gleamed in amusement.

"I'm guessing that's a yes," he said.

Your face flared up. "Uh—"

Great.

Your first ever face-to-face encounter with someone you highly respect and you've already made a fool of yourself. What you didn't know however, was how you're so caught up in your embarrassment to notice how his eyes darkened a shade, how he tongued his cheek as he greedily and shamelessly drink in your figure.

"I know why you're here," he said, saving you from further drowning in a pool of humiliation.

You blinked. "Oh really?"

Heeseung nodded and crossed his arms. "Yup, I saw you before, how you always watch the competitions and shoving your way to stand at the front."

Your ears turned red, not sure whether you should be flattered with the fact that he remembers you, out of everyone else among the audience or something else. You awkwardly cleared your throat, shuffling your feet on the spot, feeling unusually timid with his unwavering and intense gaze that never left your face.

"So, when do we begin?" You asked, managing to keep your voice even and steady despite how your heart's about to leap out of your throat.

The man cocked his head to the side. "What makes you think I'll say yes?"

You opened and closed your mouth, rendered speechless by the sheer audacity of the man. Heeseung laughed, the sound light and melodious. You sworn you heard faint wedding bells ringing in the distance, feeling all light-headed and floaty.

"I'm kidding, I won't go back on my words. I'm not that kind of person," he replied, gesturing for you to follow him as he turned.

You obliged, easily catching up to him and walked beside him, where he brought you over to the fenced up area—where a few nearby mares stopped to look at your approaching figures.

You gulped, entering once Heeseung pushed the fence opened. You watched as a horse headed to him, standing a few centimeters back to observe his interaction with the four-legged creature.

How his features softened as he talked to it in a hushed, comforting tone. The kind of tone one will used when talking to their partner. How he lovingly patted the horse, his calloused fingers brushing against its skin. How he chuckled when it nudged its nose against his neck, huffing out hot air, begging for more attention, similar to a spoiled house cat.

"It likes you. What's its name?" you asked, crossing your arms, unaware that you're smiling from the wholesome interaction.

Heeseung hummed, brushing his hand through the majestic stallion's mane. "Name's Stella, she's been my ride and die since I first saw her. She's very loyal too. Wouldn't let anyone else other than me ride her."

You nodded. "Loyalty is hard to earn. The fact she's loyal to you is an impressive feat of its own."

His lips curled up in a knowing smirk. "If I didn't know better, I would think you're hitting on me."

"Someone needs to knock that ego of yours down a peg," you retorted but your words lacked no bite, your stomach doing another embarrassing flip at how the smirk widened across his face.

Damn, if you knew Heeseung's this fine, you would've done something about it a long time ago.

He stepped away from Stella, turning to walk towards you at a slow, languid pace, like he's taking a walk in a park. It took all of you to not moved an inch, planting your feet into the solid ground beneath your feet.

The cowboy stopped, now standing close enough for the tips of your shoes to touch. With the close proximity, you're able to get a whiff of his cologne mixed with his natural scent.

"Oh really? And who would that be?" He cooed, voice dangerously low and smooth like honey, smooth enough to scratch your brain just right.

Your breath stuttered in your throat when his gaze trailed down your face, lingering on your lips before it's back up to your eyes. He's shameless, with how he doesn't looked ashamed at the fact of him being caught red-handed. And gods, his confidence made your cheeks flushed and your heart skipped a beat.

"I don't know. Maybe it's someone who just so happens to be in need of your… expertise," you replied, matching his tone, watching how his eyes widened slightly before they darkened a shade.

His jaw clenched but before he could say anything, you stepped back, looking at him all innocently despite the very obvious tension engulfing the two of you.

"So, are we getting started or what? C'mon cowboy, show me how you ride," you called out to him.

~

One week passed.

One week of Heeseung showing you the ropes behind horse riding. Putting your… desire for him to ravish you to six ways beyond the world, you're surprised with how knowledgeable he is for what seemed to be common sense. Sure, you have the basics locked down but there's more than just practice makes perfect.

"You're doing it again."

You stopped at his words, about to grab the reins but his voice stopped you. The cowboy leaned against the fence behind him, arms crossed with the hem of his hat dipping low enough to hide his eyes from your view. But it did nothing to hide how they kept flicking down to your bare thighs—something you did on purpose.

You worn the skimpiest outfit you can find in your closet—the shortest pair of shorts that barely covered anything along with the thinnest white crop top and a pair of dusty brown boots to complete the look. When Heeseung first saw you, you could see his brain malfunctioned on the spot.

He dragged his eyes down your body, tongue darting out to wet his lips at your clean, smooth and unblemished thighs. Skin that's practically inviting him in with open arms and legs for him to mark them, to leave physical evidence of him behind, imprinted on your body.

Not to mention, he made zero effort to hide the way he's eye-fucking you every time you bent over, giving him a front-view seat of your behind.

The cowboy sighed, already looking exhausted despite the lesson starting less than ten minutes ago. He didn't push off the fence, choosing to remain there so you can learned from your mistakes without needing him to guide you. Not when he had taught you a few times.

"I've told you before, your weight matters. A horse carries everything you do. Every shift and every movement. If you lean too forward, they feel it. Lean too back and they feel it too," he explained, pushing off the fence and approached you, placing his hand on the stallion's nose, earning a snort of satisfaction.

You hummed absentmindedly, idly twirling the reins around your fingers. It's not your fault, with how attractive the cowboy looks with the sunlight kissing his honey-toned face.

"…Are you listening?" He questioned, despite knowing the answer.

You blinked. "Y-Yea, I was."

Heeseung arched an brow, unconvinced. "Alright, then repeat what I just said."

"…The horse has feelings?"

He didn't reply, mostly because he doesn't have the energy anymore. Instead, all you got was a flat and unimpressed stare. You flashed him your most sweetest and brightest smile—a huge contrast to the kind of thoughts running through your mind, hoping it will softened him up.

But he didn't take the bait.

"Move your right leg back. You're gonna get thrown off the horse if you continue sitting like this," he instructed.

You knew you should move, should obey his words since he's the expert here. But you can't helped it, not with how your eyes, mind and attention drifted somewhere else. To the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing more of those choke and drool-worthy skin that you want to feel directly pressed against your body. To the muscles in his forearms, flexing whenever he adjusted the saddle straps or do anything else. And also—

"(Name)."

You blinked, snapping back to reality. "H-Huh?"

He looked at you, that signature unreadable look taking over his handsome and kissable face. "You're staring."

At me.

He doesn't have to say the last two words, not when it's clear as day as to what you were looking at. Heat crept up the back of your neck, flustered with his bluntness.

"..I wasn't! I was thinking!" You blurted out, a poor and feeble attempt to save yourself from your humiliating dilemma.

Heeseung chuckled, the sound low and throaty, enough for heat to pool in your stomach. Fuck, you want to feel the vibrations against your skin. Maybe on your neck or even better, the aching space between your legs. You didn't have to look down to know you're already soaking and leaking.

"Thinking about what? I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with horse riding," he pointed out, all smug and knowing.

And he's not wrong.

His words gave you a surge of courage. You hopped off the horse, not caring how you'll land badly with how careless you were. The cowboy's eyes widened, genuine horror flashed across his face as he steadied you with his large hands on your hips. He parted his lips, ready to say something but you were faster.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanked him towards you and crashed your lips against his. The kiss was messy, desperate and hot, fueled by nothing but the mini chasing and waiting game both of you willingly took part in. He was startled at first, with how he didn't react but when it clicked for him, Heeseung returned the kiss with equal neediness.

You let out a pleased sigh against his cupid-bow lips, a sound that he swallowed without hesitation. Heeseung tugged you close until you're pressed chest-to-chest, not leaving any ounce of space between you and him, like he didn't want to be separated from you.

Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair, not caring that the hat he worn fell to the floor or how you're out in the open, with the horse acting as a witness to two humans going at it.

You gave a light, experimental tug on his hair and was rewarded with a low, deep and guttural growl from him. More heat pooled in your stomach just from hearing it.

You attempted to rub your thighs together, desperately craving for some form of friction but Heeseung was faster. He broke the kiss and threw you over his shoulder, like you're nothing but a sack of potatoes.

"Heeseung!"

You squeaked out, mortified and your face turned even redder when he smacked your asscheek. It's not just once but rather, it was twice in a row—one left and one right. You bit down on your lip, swallowing the whimper that nearly slipped from the tip of your tongue, clenching down on nothing as your underwear is directly pressed against your core.

The cowboy turned a deaf ear to you, marching like he has somewhere to be. Looking over your shoulder, you noticed he's bringing you into the stables rather than his own home. The strong stench of hay and horse shit invaded your senses. You didn't have the time to be revolted at it, for your vision was flipped over.

You flailed your arms about like a wild, frantic chicken, only to find yourself straddling Heeseung's lap. The cowboy sat on what seemed to be a few layers of cloths.

His left hand clasped itself around the back of your neck, using it to pull you in so he could kissed you again. You moaned into the kiss, scooting forward, allowing him to touch you everywhere with his free hand.

You gasped as he boldly cupped you through your shorts, moving his hand up and down while swallowing the angelic sounds you made.

"So fucking wet for me. What a dirty, needy girl you are. Coming over and wearing these kinds of clothes. You knew what you were doing, don't you?" He hissed, fingers popping the button open swiftly.

You whimpered, lifting your hips up slightly so he can wrestle it down your legs, leaving you wearing your pathetic, thin and nearly transparent white cotton underwear with a cute pastel pink bow above your pussy. Heeseung pulled back, resting his forehead against yours and he audibly inhaled, unable to tear his eyes away from the large, visible wet patch.

"All this just from kissing? Tell me what you thought about," he murmured, ducking his head to trail hot, searing kisses down the expanse of your neck. It's only right for you to tilt your head back, granting him access as you hooked your arms around his shoulders to support your weight.

"I…hngh…t-thought about your—oh fuck—m-mouth," you stuttered, voice cracking at his kisses growing sharper and meaner, switching to using his teeth to leave marks in his wake.

Heeseung hummed, the vibrations traveling down the length of your body and right down to your pussy, causing more slick to pour out from it. "Yea? Want my mouth on you? Want me to eat you out until you're crying and begging for me to stop? Want me to eat this tight little pussy of yours?"

You outright sobbed at his words, how his voice dropped an octave lower. You grinded your hips against his, seeking for friction but he clicked his tongue, firmly holding you down, forbidding you from moving any further. Heeseung moved away from your neck, his lips swollen and pupils completely blown out, clouded with lust.

He kissed you again, softer and sweeter while he slowly leaned back, bringing you down with him. When he's fully laying on the sheets spread out beneath him, he broke the kiss, chuckling at how you chased after his lips. He patted your right thigh with his hand, shooting you a sly grin when you gave him a confused look.

"Sit on my face, princess. Wanna make you feel good," he said.

Well fuck, if that isn't the hottest thing you've heard in your entire life. As much as you wanted to lower yourself, a small part of you was unsure, thinking you were mishearing things. You looked at him, your hands curled into fists as they rested on your lap.

"..Are you sure?" You asked, your voice small.

Heeseung's features softened, his doe-like eyes never leaving your face, not even for a split second. "Of course I'm sure. I want this and you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words combined with the pure sincerity in his voice. You scooted upward with him holding you gently but firmly by your waist until your core is hovering directly over his face. You let him tugged your panties to the side. The movement caused long, sticky and glimmering strands of slick to stretch until they snapped into half.

"Fuck, look at this.. So fuckin' pretty and wet. It's all for me, isn't it?" He breathed out, now hooking your arms around your waist, forcing you to lower yourself down onto his awaiting mouth.

The moment you fully sat on his face, you sworn you nearly saw the white pearly gates of heaven.

Heeseung eats you out like a starving, famished man, like he hasn't eaten a proper meal for the past five months. And that wouldn't be far from the truth. He's enthusiastic, messy and sloppy—all of the three things combined into what will probably be the best pussy-eating session you ever had.

Long and broad strokes along your puffy, dripping folds with the tip of his tongue used to collect your essence as he lapped away, like a dog in heat. When he reached your clit, he savored it with quick and pointed flicks, enough to make you bend forward, hands fisting the sheets beneath your palms.

Your thighs quivered at a particular loud and harsh suck with his lips wrapped around the hood of your clit, the suction making your toes curled in your boots.

"O-Oh fuck. So fuckin' good—hah," you moaned out loud, shame be dammed at this point.

He moaned, shaking his head side to side, further smearing your slick across his face, like how one does when they're spreading butter on bread. Loud slurping sounds and moans filled the air in the stables. Both of you didn't care that there were some horses in the same roof as you, both too focused in the current heat of the moment.

You weren't aware you were rocking your hips against his mouth, using the sharp edge of his nose to get yourself off. Heeseung groaned in approval, letting you use him like a tool. He moved his hand down to your ass, alternating between spanking and kneading the meaty flesh, like it's nothing but dough with his warm and calloused hand.

Your breathing grew ragged and unsteady, something tight gradually building in your abdomen, like a piece of rubber-band was stretched beyond its limit. The cowboy knew you're reaching your climax and he buried his face deeper into your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit in just the right angle.

You could barely register the kind of sounds you were making. Sounds that could rival against a professional pornstar. The crop top you worn cling onto your skin, drenched in nothing but your sweat from the humidity of the stable.

"I-I'm gonna cum—fuck, c-close," you babbled.

Your words only made him increased the intensity, with him now paying more attention to your swollen, sensitive clit. The last straw came in the form of him plunging his tongue as deep as possible for you to tip over the edge. Your thighs was clamped tightly around his head, body shaking like a fallen leaf as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Heeseung didn't pull away but rather, he continued. He ate you through your orgasm, letting out louder moans and groans, acting like he's the one cumming instead of you. You had to pull at his hair relentlessly, trying to get him away from your sensitive pussy. Only when he pressed a final, light kiss directly on your core was he finally satisfied.

He sat up, only for you to stop him with a hand on his chest. Confused, he lets you pushed him back down until he's half-leaning against the wall behind him.

Confusion was replaced with understanding and desire once he saw how you scooted down, getting to your knees between his legs. You pushed the hem of his shirt up, revealing his honey-toned skin, outlines of his abs along with a dangerous v-line that took your breath away.

"Let me help you out," you murmured, never breaking eye contact as you palmed him through his jeans, feeling him hardened and filling out between your fingers.

Heeseung groaned, watching you with half-lidded eyes. He lets you unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down, the sound seemingly loud in the stable, foreshadowing what's to come. The jeans and Playboy boxers quickly came off as you placed it aside, not wanting it to be dirtied even though he doesn't care about that.

Your breath was punched out of your lungs when his cock sprang free from its restraints. It slapped against his toned stomach, leaving a bead of precum behind.

You planted a kiss on the tip—light and fleeting, savoring the way his breath hitched and how he canted his hips forward, his cock gliding against your left cheek.

You took him into your mouth, lips stretching as wide as possible to accommodate the grith of his cock. To say he's big would be an understatement. You felt a stinging and lingering pain from your jaw muscles, with how you're overexerting yourself to take him fully but you persisted. Your nostrils flared, able to smell his musty scent that makes your head spin and eyes dazing out.

Heeseung threw his head back, baring his Adam's Apple that bobbed up and down as he swallowed. Sweat droplets rolled down his neck. It's obvious he's fighting against his own demons—to fuck your throat like it's nothing but a fleshlight. You inched forward, starting off at a slow, steady rhythm as you bobbed your head back and forth.

You hummed, the added and abrupt vibration drew a choked out, breathless moan from the cowboy. Determined to hear more, you used your hand to touch areas you couldn't reached with your mouth, lightly raking your nails along the edge of his cock.

Heeseung's hips twitched and he accidentally jerked forward, shoving more of his cock down your mouth, eliciting a surprised, muffled sound from you.

"That's it, take it. Take everything," he grunted, hips moving as he thrusted into your mouth, reaching out with one hand to blindly grab a fistful of your hair, using it as reins like you're a horse and he's your rider.

You picked up the pace, hollowing your cheeks for better suction, causing him to arch his back off the sheets as it sticks to his back, already damp with nothing but his sweat.

Your hand reached further down, cupping and fondling with his heavy balls that's practically on the verge of bursting and he cum, spilling down your throat.

You didn't gag, swallowing everything he has to offer, slobbering away at his cock like it's nothing but a piece of chicken drumstick, pushing him through his climax. Heeseung's loud when he cums, moaning and chanting your name like a sacred prayer.

When he fell back to the sheets, all limp and boneless, you took that as your cue to pull away, planting a kiss on his tip, snickering at how it twitched from the contact.

Heeseung's eyes shifted to you, panting and he tugged you over, meeting you in the middle. Both of you moaned at the heavy taste of his cum filling your mouths.

The rest of your clothes were frantically removed, fueled with nothing but the pent-up need to feel your bodies pressed together. He paused, breath taken away from how your breasts jiggled free when he chucked your bra aside.

He leaned forward but you stopped him, fingers clasped around his chin, forcing him to look up at you with wide eyes.

"Next time. Just fuck me before I lose my mind," you confessed, like you're committing a sin.

He made a low, needy sound at the back of his throat, deeply affected by your words and the sheer desperation in your voice. He nodded eagerly, pulling you down to kiss you, wanting to get another taste of you. If he could, he'd prefer to stay like this until the end of the world—you sitting on his lap, the only place you deserved and you let him worshiped you.

You sighed into the kiss, letting your hands feel him up as you touched his bare chest, feeling him shivered under your palms when you brushed your fingers against his nipples. You opened your eyes when something light was placed on top of your head. One glance up was enough to identify the newly added but barely noticeable weight.

"Seriously?" You asked, amused but made no move to remove the accessory.

Heeseung, on the other hand, was starstruck by the sight before him. "Fuck, you look gorgeous. Ride me while you wear it."

You arched an brow. "So bossy, but if you insist."

With his help, you aligned yourselves together. Instead of sinking down immediately, you rocked your hips back and forth, moaning at the delirious sensation of his cockhead rubbing against your fat, dripping pussy lips. Heeseung hissed, nails digging into your hips when you grabbed a hold of his cock before pushing yourself down.

He watched, mesmerized with how his cock disappeared, inch by inch until you bottomed out, your asscheeks hitting his strong, muscular thighs. Your moans echoed among the four walls of the stables, with the horses minding their businesses.

Your mouth dropped open, forming an "O" shape at how you're practically being split apart on his cock.

"Fuck, so tight and warm," the cowboy rasped out, squeezing his eyes shut and teeth sinking into his bottom lip, clearly fighting against his restraint to not buck upwards.

You reached out, placing both hands on his shoulders to raise yourself up until his tip is still nestled between your pussy lips before slamming down. You repeated it, managing to set a doable pace for yourself, ensuring to move your hips in a tight circle motion at every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin along with the wet, squelching sounds was the only things audible in the stables.

You arched your back, pushing your chest forward, squealing out loud when Heeseung leaned forward to wrap his lips around your right nipple. He switched between licking and nipping at it. You had to hold the hat down from on top when you felt it tipping backward. He used his free hand to pinch your other nipple, wanting to give equal love and attention while you bounced on his lap.

"Just like that, doll. Look at you, you're a natural at riding," he groaned, detaching his lips from your nipple that's covered in a thin layer of saliva.

You watched with half-lidded eyes as the string of saliva snapped into half as he leaned back, wanting to take in the majestic view before him.

A series of whimpers, moans and whines spilled from your lips endlessly, like a broken water tap. You didn't care that you were being extremely loud, not like there's anyone around in the first place. Here, it's just you and Heeseung, along with the horses being the unfortunate victims of watching someone riding the living lights of their precious rider.

Heeseung gripped onto your hips and delivered a sharp, long thrust upward. It's enough to draw a high-pitched cry from you. Your body slumped forward, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders and he took that as his cue to fuck into you from below.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tongue licking up the sweat on his honey-toned skin, tasting salt on your tongue. Your nails dug into his back, hard enough to leave marks behind—something he doesn't mind.

You keened, unable to think of anything else other than the intoxicating feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your wet, gaping pussy and how he's able to hit places that you thought it was impossible to.

"H-Hee.. hngh, g-gonna cum—"

You slurred, tears prickling your eyes with your vision blurring slightly. At your words, Heeseung threw your right leg over his shoulder. You were still seated on his cock but the slight change of angle allowed him to slide deeper, if that was still possible.

"Cum for me, baby," he demanded, hand snaking down to rub your clit furiously.

You had to support your weight with your hands braced against the sheets beneath you. You whimpered at the sudden, painful stimulation. Your body quivered nonstop as pleasure crashed over you without warning, your walls convulsing around his cock violently. Heeseung showed no signs of stopping as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

"S-Stop! Too much," you wailed, milking his cock dry until a creamy white ring was formed around the base of his cock.

"Yes, you can. Do it for me," he panted, his movements growing sloppy.

With one final long thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and filled your pussy with thick and hot cum, painting your walls in the shade of milky white.

You moaned at the feeling of being filled up, feeling unusually full as he pumped you full of his cum. Your thighs trembled when you felt something warm and sticky slowly rolling down your thighs but made no move to wipe it off, too exhausted to lift a single finger.

You slumped against Heeseung, chin on his left shoulder. Both of you didn't say a word, catching your breath first. You felt him softening inside you but he didn't pull out.

"Heeseung, you—!?"

You didn't finish your sentence, not when he snapped his hips upward again. You sobbed, your pussy too sensitive for anything else now. You leaned back, wanting to tell him off or to stop him, only for your voice to die down in your throat.

Even when he looks wrecked, he still looks annoyingly handsome, much to your mild annoyance. Whatever thoughts or words you had in mind was washed down the drain when he snapped his hips forward, his cock kissing that one spongy spot hidden in your pussy, making your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who guilt-trips you so gently it feels like love “I’m always thinking about you even when I’m busy… but you don’t seem to think about me the same way. Do you even miss me when I’m gone?”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who isolates you with cute excuses “Let’s just stay home together tonight, okay? The others don’t understand how special we are. It’s just us against the world, my love.”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who love-bombs you after every fight with adorable gifts, homemade snacks, and endless cuddles while whispering “I’m sorry I just get so scared you’ll leave me for someone better.”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who gets quietly possessive, smiling sweetly in public while his hand squeezes yours a little too tightly whenever someone talks to you.

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who weaponizes his cuteness big watery eyes, soft pouts, and that angelic voice saying “You’re being mean to me again…” until you feel guilty for setting boundaries.

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who fucks you with a deceivingly sweet smile while saying the filthiest things in his soft voice “You look so pretty crying for me… does my baby like being used like this?”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who edges you for hours using his pretty fingers and tongue, cooing softly every time you beg “Aww, not yet angel good girls wait patiently for their reward.”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who loves marking your chest and neck with pretty pink and purple hickeys, then admiring them later while tracing them with his fingertips “Look how well my mouth fits on you.”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who makes you ride him while he lies back looking angelic, hands on your waist guiding you exactly how he wants “Faster, baby… show me how much you need me.”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who whispers sweet degradation while he’s deep inside you “Such a needy little thing… acting innocent all day but creaming on my cock the second we’re alone.”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who overstimulates you until you’re shaking and sobbing, then kisses your tears away while still moving his hips “Shh, just a little more you can take it for me, right my pretty girl?”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who cums inside you and then keeps his cock buried deep, rocking slowly while murmuring “I’m filling you up so you remember who you belong to all night.”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who enjoys pulling your hair gently but firmly when he fucks you from behind, tilting your head back to kiss your neck while thrusting hard.

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who teases your clit with slow circles while he’s inside you, forcing you to cum again and again until your voice is hoarse from moaning his name.

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who loves making you suck on his fingers while he fucks you, eyes sparkling as he watches “Good girl… taste how sweet you are for me.”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who fucks you in the softest, most loving positions but with rough intensity — missionary so he can watch your face, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you.

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who switches between angelically sweet and mean in the same breath calling you “my angel” while slapping your thigh and telling you to “take it like a good slut.”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who enjoys light choking with his delicate hands, pressing just enough while smiling down at you “Breathe when I allow it, okay baby?”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who makes you thank him after every orgasm in the cutest voice, cooing when you obey “That’s my polite girl… say it again.”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who loves leaving bite marks on your inner thighs, then kissing them softly like he’s sorry while getting hard again at the sight.

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who teases your entrance with just the tip for so long that you start crying, then slides in slowly while whispering “See? Only I can make you feel like this.”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who holds you close after wrecking you, cuddling you like a plushie while stroking your hair and murmuring “I’m sorry for being difficult… but you’re mine forever, right?”

toxicboyfriend!sunoo who comes home with a bright smile, but one small thing triggers him. He switches to silent mode, pouting and ignoring you until you’re in tears, hugging him and promising you only want him.

The moment you break, he pulls you into his arms, kissing you softly at first, then deeper. He undresses you gently, eating you out with his skilled tongue until you’re trembling, then fucks you slow and deep while staring into your eyes with that angelic yet dangerous gaze.

He makes you cum multiple times, filling you up while whispering sweet filthy words. Afterward he cuddles you tightly, kissing your forehead and saying “See? We’re perfect when you don’t make me sad.”

You fall asleep sore, covered in pretty marks, full of his cum, feeling guilty yet safe in his warm, deceptively soft embrace.

You knew this would happen. You knew it would, yet you let the chaos unfold. Engage in the slow-moving crash you had no brakes for, and you're entirely to blame. 

A weekend away, surrounded by a mix of yours and Riki's friends, shedding everyday melancholy and retreating to a rented mansion built by the hands of luxury, high ceilings and polished floors, severely out your price range but better as a pooled splurge. After all, it's been so long since you've all been together ─ meat and vegetables on the grill, wine bottles littering the dining table on the balcony you sit on, laughing with no troubles. It's everything your heart's longed for, adoring eyes given to everyone around you despite the antics of your boyfriend, his cheeks flushed with the throaty hiccup of his laughter, using any chance he gets to annoy you. 

You reprimanded him, of course. But it's water off his back, cooed over by your friends who say you'll bicker all the same into old age together. Timidity flames beneath your cheeks, not helped by the warmth of alcohol coursing through your body, making you antsy, itch out your skin as your foot taps to the speaker's music. You could do with some water, jugs of it cleared at the table. Perhaps a salty snack too, excusing yourself from the table with a hand on your friend's shoulder before your chair drags, your figure stumbling to its stand. 

"Sure you'll manage?" Riki teases, forehead creased with the mirth rife in his smirk. "Bit unstable there." 

"I'm just fine," you firm, the joking drop of his jaw earning him a stuck-out tongue, childish on your behalf but you're too tipsy to care. Those around you laughing along as you amble back into the house, pushing back sliding doors and peeking through drawn curtains, pattering into the kitchen with all its lights on. 

You're only alone with your thoughts for so long before the door slides open, music filtering through. It's a song queued by Riki, no doubt in your mind as the heavy bass thumps, raunchy lyrics meant for Tiktok thirst traps and edits blaring. Your eyes roll, bending over to look in the low cupboards for your beloved snack amongst cabinet groceries. Something salty, something to bite into. 

And of course, who is your boyfriend if not a menace?

He's come up behind you, dancing his way to his destination during the inattention you paid him, pausing in the cast of your shadow. The sliding doors are closed, curtains drawn, but you can still hear some semblance of the ongoing song, lyrics murmured about making someone come and Riki just─

His large hands fall to your hips, fake banging you as he raps along, laughing because he's sick and twisted. Laughing at the shock jolting you in his hold, how your body stumbles a touch forwards because he's not all that stable either and accidentally bumps into you, hands grappling the countertop so it doesn't barrel into your forehead.

"Riki." Your voice carries a warning, not the least bit amused. 

"Whaaat?" he drags the vowel, continuing to fake bang you from behind. Still laughing. "No one's around."

"That's besides the─" he bumps into you again, sending you into a brace. Your throat bobs, eyebrows drawn. "─the point." 

Your curt tone is nothing but a source of amusement to him, his chuckle light and taunting as his hands firm on the curve of your waist, bumping into you again.

"You're just embarrassed because you love it," he reasons, doomed with that stupid chuckle of this. "Can't get angry at me when you're worse on wine."

True. An unnecessary truth. Because with wine-blurred googles on, your brain makes the trek to its memory, flashes of moments when the same taste lingered on your tongue, your tear eyes and desperate pleas taking up the majority as you'd been folded every way you begged for. 

God.

"Hm? Did I make you remember something?" Riki's on a mission to annoy you, his hips ceasing but presence there ─ hovering for you like bait. A dangled carrot your hips have no shame in chasing, hinged backwards as the flesh of your ass falls back on his bulge, indulging. "You're cute when you're like this…"

His words pause, ears peaking in anticipation as your eyes flutter closed, grip adjusting against the countertop's edge as your bottom lip folds in a mess of teeth. Molten lava swirls in the pits of your stomach at the clothed press, gashing away at the little self-restraint you wish you had. 

"Cockdrunk."

The word hits you like a tonne of bricks, back an inch straightened as shame makes itself known, in the dirty mix of your belly even so while your eyes blink fiercely, head turning to the sliding doors just metres away. 

"Riki."

"Say the word and I'll pull your panties aside," he's doing it again. Fake banging you, which should irritate you, your body jutting forwards with the real force he puts into his motions, except─ "Ease the ache you're trying to hide,"

"Bet you're wet too," he notes, your head needing not to turn to know the shit-eating grin marking his face, one hand deserting your hips as it slithers undettered beneath the frill of your skirt to where he gets his answer. "Shit,"

"Please,"

Something's wrong with you. Something must be wrong with you, the wine doing all the talking because you're yielding. Relenting to something only the dark corners of your mind can conjure, hips seeking his as you sink into the feel of him, half hard with fingertips ghosting over your panty-clad cunt.

"Fuck you?" he has the audacity in questioning. "Oh, you'll have to ask me nicely. None of this rubbing shit against me," 

He stalls your hips mid-hinge, a frustrated whine an auto-response as your head starts to spin, swimming in an abyss of nothing but filth. 

"Riki," you hate how brittle your voice sounds, so desperate to be pleased. "Come on, please? I can't─I need it."

"Need what?" his favourite pastime is taunting you, ever so evident as his fingertip dips into the hollow of your entrance, closing around the vacant spot he's quick to desert. "At this point, fake banging you might just get you off. I know you're all teary eyed too ─ poor baby." 

"Let's check," his hand comes to your jaw, the hand where you wanted him most leaving and craning your neck to put your face in view, a sad and frustrated gloss sparkling your eyes. "Crying from two places, you poor thing,"

If he has pity for you, it's without substance, his hand back under your skirt as your expression sours, head hung as you catch a glimpse of his ghosting hand. "You know you've soaked through these already, right?" 

"Were you sat there with all our friends, crossing your legs, reprimanding me because you were so pent up?" he questions, reading you like an open book. His finger trails down the spine of your book as his middle finger pushes in your entrance again, teasing you to no end. "I wouldn't be surprised if you leaked onto your seat." 

"Put it in," is your sharp remark, wavering under the buckle of need rushing through. "This isn't funny."

"It is a little. Watching you squirm," you hear his smirk, another bump against you done as a prompt. "Say please."

"Please."

It comes out quick. Unhurried, breaking the half-hearted facade you'd constructed for yourself, his finger pushed deep enough for a soft squelch to sound, licked off his fingers in a smack that scatters goosebumps across your heating skin. "Fuck,"

"Bend over." 

You're already bent, on show for anyone who could stumble upon the sight, but you know Riki. Knows how he likes you, how you'll comply to his wishes to a tea as the arch in your back deepens, its bow rewarded by his satisfactory chest-born hum. He doesn't pull your panties to the side, a knack for putting you beneath him as he tugs them down to bunch around your knees coming together, relinquishing the pressure-built over his teasing, worsened by the sound of ruffling clothes, the clink of his undoing belt swarming your head with deep lust.

With your skirt bunched up, he lifts the material higher, your entire ass on show to bring out a sheepish yelp, chilled air meeting hair-standing skin as his buckle and unzipped trousers graze the back of your thighs. His tip slides from beneath, catching onto your entrance to paint it in the precome it beads with, sliding further up to knock against your clit, Riki getting his kick out of watching you squirm once again. 

"I'm putting it in," he warns like he needs to, smirk hanging on the end of his words. "Any last words?"

"Stop messing arou─" 

Syllables are left to die on your tongue, falling into the back of your throat as it clogs with a shaken inhale. It's immense ─ the feeling your body's hotwired for, the stretch of him pushing through to walls that can't help give him a warm welcome, folding and moulding to ridges and veins as he does a torturously slow slide into you. Your jaw pops with its unhinge, too lost for words and thankful your arms are already placed on the countertop, elbows digging with your sinking weight as nails pierce into your palm, fist coming together with a white-knuckle hue. 

He doesn't stop until he's at the hilt, so snug where he resides, at least allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Above you, you hear him stifle a moan, a racked whimper gritted out in a broken groan, only amplifying the dangerous swirl in your stomach. Your walls flutter at the sound, an invitation to proceed that he takes, momentarily stopped because he knows he's abrasive like this ─ too much to handle, but you love it anyways, skin sweat-veiled and humming for what awaits as Riki drags himself back by inches, pulling out until only his tip's left in you. 

Your skirt's bunched up even more, your whole lower back on show. A hand once used to line himself into you comes to the plush of your ass, kneading the flesh to spread you further, Riki sinking in soon after with a groan only described as animalistic. 

"You have no idea how good you look right now," he grits out, voice gravel in your ears as he starts off with slow strokes, accustoming you to the stretch of his cock, feeding off the prolonged squelches that come with it. "Is this all for me, baby?"

You're a slave to your own pleasure, soft gasp rasped in your throat having gone dry, saliva gulped down in a mewl as he fills you over and over again, not in the way that scratches your desperate itch but enough to melt you into putty.

"God, you sound so needy," he moans, rings welding into your skin with the heft of his grip, hips picking up speed to your detriment. "Gripping me so tight. God, I just have my hands full with you, don't I?" 

"Riki," you whine helplessly, left with nothing but the echo of your smacked skin together in the lulls of your voice. 

"I never get tired of watching my cock go in and out of you," he voices, memorised. Eyes trained on where you meet, your own hips falling back to his pelvis, too eager for decorum. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere. Give me a little breathing room," 

"Is it because you can't wait or," he chuckles, leaning over to hover his lips over your ear. "Am I too big for you?" 

His chuckle haunts you, warm wind blown past your flushed ears as he purposely knocks harder into you, impaling wails out of you as you simply take what he gives ─ bent over a sparkling kitchen counter, panties of shame hung at your knees while your tongue's lolled out like you're in heat.

If anyone could see you right now…the shame would ruin you. 

"Ah, ah ─ needy, needy thing," Riki makes a mockery of your moans, something that ticks in your brain, walls doing a vice grip on his cock. "Taking all of me because you're too cockdrunk to think otherwise. Feels good, princess?"

"So good, oh my─" the words are sloshed in your mouth, weighted down by your tongue that feels too big for its container, eyes glazed over and unfocused. "Don't stop. Please?"

"I won't, princess," he has the heart to confirm, too far gone in his own lust as he pistons into you, just as needy. "Even if someone comes in, I'll keep going. Give you what you really want." 

The moment is marked by something you'd rather forget, of course brought to light by your dearest boyfriend. 

"Did you just clench?" he huffs, incredulous."Oh baby, you tell on yourself so bad. It's cute." 

His chest falls over your back again in what's meant to be an embrace, quickly souring as his wrapped arms stumble upon something. An open secret he voices regardless. 

"Oh?" his arms unwind, one hand on your hip and the other splayed over your lower stomach, the faint outline of his cock pressing against his palm. "I can feel myself here. Is that why you're so incoherent?"

"Because you're stuffed full?"

Nails scrape into the marble countertops, hard enough to break off with how delirious you feel, your brain a hot pile of melting mush between your ears as you get drunk off Riki's words, panting as if already exhausted. 

A firm palm presses into the small of your back, your arch emphasized with the cold graze of his chunky bracelets, whimper clawed back as your hand slaps against your mouth, the angle he's moulded you into hitting deepest. Moisture threatens to clump your lashes together, lust conjuring a storm in the stomach he's actively trying to rearrange, hands bruising against skin as smacked skin sounds, urgent and echoed by the slick between your legs.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, limbs dreadfully unstable. 

"You're holding back," he grunts behind you, his tone a lick of sinister work. Amused, always so fucking amused. "Keeping all your pretty moans to yourself. You know I'll fuck them out of you, right?"

"Let all our friends hear how good you're at taking cock," he insists, making a point of bringing your hips harder into his, smacked skin deafening in your ringing ears. "That what you want? Them knowing how dirty you are?"

It's too much and not enough. You always get like this, so docile, so lost in your desires and the sensations of it all that the brink of release is nothing but a short distance away, fogged over by your clouded thoughts but undeniably there. The pleasured stretch of his cock bullying into you, his hand accented with cold rings firmed against your lower stomach, the ecstasy pumping rife through your blood, rendering you the mess you're quickly crumbling to.

"W-wait, I'm gonna─"

"Don't tell me you're coming," A huffed chuckle sounds behind you, the hand he has on your shoulder pushing your hair off it, down to your back with his fingers left on your accelerated pulse. "Wine makes you so easy, baby. Haven't even touched your clit."

It detaches. His hand on a mission under your body, meant to destroy you from within. "Lemme─"

"Where'd they go?" 

A pin drops. Silence, and painstaking horror. Enough fear to drain the rushing blood in you, body a mannequin as you're frozen in place.

The glass doors leading to the kitchen push further, wind blowing in, meat still sizzling on the grill as the voice speaks again.

"She went to grab some snacks but," Sunoo seemingly deflates, a presumably pout on his lips as hands smack down at his sides. "Riki just left."

"He's probably terrorising her," Jake reasons, laughing as he does. They're venturing further into the kitchen, right where you once were. "He loves to get under her skin."

Hidden behind a nearby wall, your head burrows into the hard surface, tears smudging into the clean paint coat as your body curls into itself, an attempt to make yourself as small and unseen as possible.

Riki had manhandled you, circled arms around your middle, plucking you off your useless feet only meant to dangle as he'd retreated behind the wall. His cock was in you the entire time, burrowed too deep to leave, and with each knock into your sweet spot, paralysed by incoming company and his steps, you'd been a goner. 

An absolute goner. 

"He's right," a dark whisper crawls in your ear, lips brushed against the shell of your ear. You shiver violently. "Little does he know…"

"Should we save her?" Sunoo asks, still loitering in the kitchen, cupboards creaking as they open. 

"Nah, let them be," Jake thankfully responds, a cabinet door shutting in his wake. "They'll come back soon enough. I need another drink,"

"I'll get one, I guess…"

"Sure you can handle another?" Jake teases, mirth rife in his teased words. "You said you get 'weird' when you're drunk,"

"Shut up! That was one time!" Sunoo yells, voice carrying as they venture back outside, sliding doors closing with a resounding click. 

The house is eerily quiet, murmurs of outside noise blocked off, making inside noise all the more stark. Your shaken pants, the ruffle of grated clothing, Riki's cock doing a slow plunge back into your slick-lined walls, only removed to his tip and pushed back in to hear you squeal. 

"This excites you?" he teases, voice a dark husk only submerging you further. "Almost getting caught? You're clenching around me so hard,"

He's close again, not deterred by the bow of your back as his chest presses into you, teeth grazed over in a bite he sinks into at the bottom of your earlobe, a pained whimper dragging your nails into drywall. 

"Or is it because you want me to breed you?" he asks, a rhetorical question nonetheless. Because you both know the answer, how ever much you wish to deny it. "It's okay, I know how you like your hole stuffed." 

A dial's turned, to the max where there's no return, shameless in the thrusts you're nearly punished by, Riki fully knocking you into the wall you're sobbing into, your lips pleading for mercy to wash over you. 

"I'll give you a nice load, send you back out with these stupid soaked panties on," he grunts, the palm of his hand on the back of your head, pushing you into the wall for leverage as he bruises you from within. "Good luck not messing the place. I'm backed up," 

You break. Shatter in premeditated pieces because your fuzzy mind can't handle anything, delicate to the touch as miraged images infiltrate. The indecency of his words, the shame coming with them ─ questioning looks, raised eyebrows, thoughts kept to your friends when they've discovered how unkept you are ─ the feeling. The unadulterated pleasure taking over your entire being, submerged in everything Riki gives you to where, you have no choice but to shake. 

"Ah, there you go. There's my baby," he coos, the howl of laughter following after his condescending words. "Just watch you shake. You're so close, aren't you?" 

You nod into drywall, tears staining your flamed cheeks.

"Poor thing, it's okay. You should come," he encourages, taking false pity that only unravels you more. His bracelets jangle, fevered fingertips having collected slick and rubbing against your clit, the pull and push of his cock ontop of the sensation too much to bare. "Come and I'll give you all mine. Come on, pretty girl. Let Riki know how good you feel," 

You detonate. Timer on its last digits, pushed over by words you'll think of long afterwards, back of your hand inched up the wall for your lips to magnetise to, a loud shriek in no way muffled before teeth hinge into skin, eyes squeezed shut with cascading tears as you orgasm. You're not yourself, hollowed out and entirely separate from the body existing in a parallel universe, soul free-floating out its case as it lays witness to the convulsions you're condemned to, a prisoner to your release as it racks through you with devastating destruction. 

Falling apart right before him, Riki groans. Hungry and needy, his teeth bury into the flesh of your quivering shoulder as his hips pistons a few more times, half-hearted strokes with his last strain used to knock right up into you, your body forced to the tips of your toes in a high squeal. Hot come coats your walls, like he'd cornered you for wanting and the warmth blends with the hot mess you feel, a malleable puddle slumping against the wall Riki pins you against, arms bracketing your head. 

Time passes on, the gathering outside still ongoing with hearty laughs and thumping music, and you're here. The laboured cycle of your breath, the sweat lining your skin cooling as you regain a normal pace of breath, fingertips digging into the wall for stability meanwhile your body's already pinned, Riki a hot brand on your back as his tongue darts out, licking a stripe of salt off the column of your neck, to which he groans. 

"We're fucking on the bed next," he mumbles into your skin, smile pressed into it as your head swivels, eyes wide in alarm. "Didn't get to see your pretty face enough when you came." 

Fuck wine. You're burning every vineyard and dispensary to the ground.

After you've had your fill. 

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You moan loudly as his fingers glide through your slick folds, spreading your wetness messily. Heeseung’s middle and ring fingers are so fucking thick, the calloused pads rubbing perfect circles over your swollen clit before he sinks them inside you without warning. The stretch is immediate and delicious, your walls fluttering greedily around the intrusion.

“Fuck, so wet already,” he growls, pumping his fingers deeper, curling them hard against that spongy spot inside you that makes your knees buckle. “Look at you, creaming on just two fingers. You love how big they are, don’t you baby?”

You nod frantically, eyes rolling back as he starts a brutal rhythm with long, deep strokes that drag along every sensitive inch of your pussy. The obscene wet squelching sounds fill the hallway with every thrust. His palm grinds against your clit while his fingers scissor and curl, stretching you open.

But Heeseung wants more. His other hand tightens around your throat, not choking, but firm enough to hold you in place. “Eyes on me,” he commands, voice low and dangerous. You force your gaze up to meet his dark, hungry eyes, pupils blown wide with lust. The eye contact makes everything more intense, your pussy clenches hard around his fingers as he fucks you faster.

He leans in, kissing you sloppily, tongue invading your mouth before he pulls back and spits directly onto your tongue. “Swallow,” he orders. You do, whimpering pathetically as his fingers never stop their assault. Another orgasm builds fast, coiling tight in your belly. Heeseung feels it, smirks, and doubles down, three fingers now, stretching you wider, his thumb pressing firm circles on your clit. “That’s it, now cum for me. Soak my fucking hand, baby.”

You shatter with a broken cry, walls pulsing violently around his thick fingers as your first orgasm rips through you. Hot squirt gushes out, splashing over his wrist and dripping down your thighs. Your legs shake, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting through it, drawing it out until you’re sobbing with overstimulation.

“Good girl,” he praises, licking a stripe up your cheek, tasting the sweat and tears there. “But I’m not done with you. Not even close.”

Hee drops his head to your chest, freeing his hand around your neck for a second, just to shoving your top down with. His mouth latches onto one nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicks the sensitive bud. He bites down gently, then soothes it with slow licks as his fingers continue destroying your cunt; relentless, wet, filthy thrusts that make your next orgasm crash over you almost immediately. You squirt again, harder this time, the liquid spraying messily against his palm and soaking the floor. Your vision whites out, pleasure bordering on pain from the overstimulation, but Heeseung just growls against your tit and keeps going.

“Fuck, look at that mess. My needy little girl can’t stop cumming on my fingers.” His hand around your throat squeezes a little tighter this time, forcing your eyes back to his. “Again. Cum again for me.”

You shake your head weakly, overstimulated and drunk on the feeling of those long, thick fingers bullying your g-spot over and over. “T-too much! Heeseung…”

But he doesn’t relent. He keeps using three fingers, stretching you to the limit, curling them perfectly while his palm slaps wetly against your clit. His mouth moves to your other nipple, sucking and biting, leaving red marks on your soft tits as he licks and kisses every inch of skin he can reach.

Another orgasm tears through you, even stronger. You scream his name, squirting all over his hand and forearm, your juices running down your legs in rivulets. Your body convulses against the wall, but Heeseung holds you up with his body and that iron grip on your throat, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

He kisses you again, deep and messy, then spits on your tongue once more before licking a slow, possessive stripe from your jaw to your ear. “Such a good fucking girl. My perfect babygirl. We’re not stopping until you can’t even stand.”

His fingers never slow. Thick, long, relentless. Pumping. Curling. Making you gush and cry and beg while he praises you in that low, filthy voice and worships your body with his mouth. You’re completely pleasure-drunk, lost in the endless cycle of his hands, his mouth, and his dark, loving eyes that refuse to let you look away. And Heeseung? He’s only getting started.

In conclusion, everyone in campus both know and have heard of Riki. But then again, who doesn't?

He's the secret weapon of the soccer team, a one man army with insane skills. It's thanks to him that the team was able to bring home many trophies, one after another. Outside of soccer, he has a high reputation—which is to no one's surprise.

He demands for attention without saying it out loud. But there was no need to, not when you're Nishimura Riki. He carries himself with confidence, his signature smug and arrogant grin stretched wide across his face, walking like he owns the place. Heads and eyes will follow him, unconsciously giving their attention to him without them knowing.

With his high-rank status, swoon-worthy looks that made him looked like he was personally crafted from both gods and goddesses and wealthy background, there's no doubt there are all kinds of rumors going around. But what everyone was mostly interested in was his status.

Some shameless girls loudly claim they are Riki's crush, despite the fact they have never talked to him face-to-face before. It's a common sight to see girls confessing to him, followed by him rejecting their confessions, leaving them embarrassed or disappointed.

What no one knew however, was that he already has his eyes set on a certain someone. Someone who is out of his league but he doesn't care. What Riki wants is what he will get, no matter what it takes.

Fweeeeet!

A sharp, high-pitched whistle pierced though the air and echoed throughout the open-air field. Hearing it, everyone stopped what they were doing as they ran to gather before their coach. All of them were drenched in sweat, their jerseys sticking to their bodies, almost wanting to blend into their skin.

The coach—a man in his late thirties, stood before them with a stern expression on his face.

"Alright boys, the competition's in four days and I want everyone to be in their best condition. You hear me? That means no slacking around, no drinking and no wasting time on girls," he reminded them, directing the last part to a certain player in the team, who merely blinked his eyes, acting innocent.

"Yes, sir," everyone replied in unison.

The coach nodded, pleased and blew his whistle again. "Now let's start practice. Split into two teams of four."

~

Practice went on for the next three hours or so under the hot, sweltering sun. By the time it was over, all Riki wanted was to desperately return to his dorm, take a shower and collapse into his bed to sleep the rest of the day away.

His assignments and everything else that isn't important can wait. He slowly trudged to the benches where his duffel bag was, groaning as he knew he'll be experiencing horrible muscle pain tomorrow.

"Oh, Riki!"

The way he straightened up at the sound of your voice was quite embarrassing but thankfully, his teammates were too a few feet away from him, giving him some alone time with you. Riki stopped walking, watching you through his squinted eyes as you approached him, wearing your signature warm and friendly smile on your face.

The soccer player shamelessly lets his eyes scan you from head to toe—greedily drinking in the way your clothes perfectly hugged your body, further accentuating on your figure. Riki gnawed on his bottom lip, eyes darkening a shade when he noticed the skirt you wore was short. Short enough for his mind to start wandering off, going down the gutter.

He could see your clean, bare and unblemished thighs underneath it, making his mouth waters as he wish to sink his teeth into your pillowy thighs, wanting to hear you cry out. Would you moan his name? Would you start tearing up if he nipped at your inner thighs? Would you start shaking and squirming beneath him while beg—

"Babe? What are you doing here?"

Oh right, you're dating someone that's not him.

Riki snapped back to reality, scowling and frowning like your boyfriend—his captain, had committed a grave crime known in the world. In a sense, he did. Riki will never understand how his captain managed to capture your heart or how you ended up falling for him. As far as he was aware, your boyfriend was anything but nice to you.

Firstly, he doesn't treat you as an equal. It's a ritual for the team to host parties whenever they won first place at competitions. Parties is where Riki gets a front-row seat of witnessing his captain treating you like you were invisible.

He will wander off, getting dragged away by his own group of friends while leaving his girlfriend—you, alone to fend for yourself.

And it's always up to Riki to be your knight in shining armor. Thanks to that however, it allow him to build a friendship with you.

Secondly, your boyfriend has a huge ego. Riki always have to hold himself back from throwing hands whenever he heard the low, hurtful comments his captain made towards you. He hated how he couldn't do anything but what he hated the most was the look on your face. The way the smile dropped. The way the light in your eyes died down and most importantly, how his words made you feel insecure.

"Dude, you look like you're about to murder someone," Jungwon pointed out, with a knowing look on his mischievous face.

"Fuck off," the younger replied without missing a beat, causing his friend to let out an offended gasp, resting a hand on his chest.

"Hey! No swearing at your seniors!" Jungwon exclaimed but Riki wasn't paying attention to him.

Instead, his eyes were locked on your figure, watching you from where he stood as you stood beside you boyfriend, who had an arm possessively wrapped around your waist. Riki snorted under his breath, knowing the only reason why he did that was to avoid anyone from looking at you for a second longer.

Fortunately for Riki, he was hidden in the other's blind spot, giving him an uninterrupted view of the source of his wet dreams and someone who he jerks off to.

As if sensing someone's intense gaze on you, his captain looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with him. The two boys stared down at one another, both unwilling to look away and to let the other person win.

To further ignite the flames, your boyfriend had the audacity to grab your chin, turning you to face him. Riki could see the mild surprise on you before he kissed you, right in front of everyone. Some of his teammates made loud, fake gagging noises. Some started cheering and whistling, behaving like the immature boys they are.

Jungwon whistled, impressed with the bold stunt the captain pulled. Riki, on the other hand, was seething with anger. He narrowed his eyes, jaw clenched and fists clenched so hard his knuckles were turning white. He knew what your boyfriend was doing—trying to rile him up. As much as he hated to admit it, it was working.

To make matters worse, he maintained eye contact with Riki the entire time—from before he kissed you to after he broke the kiss. The soccer player nearly sees red when the captain threw him a smug, cocky smirk—taunting him.

Bet you wish you could kiss her huh.

Riki's limbs moved before his mind could processed. He took a step forward, ready to punch the grin right off the other's face but Jungwon was quick to interfere. The older stepped in front of Riki, right arm thrown out to block off his path.

"Jungwon, back off," Riki hissed.

Jungwon turned to him. "Are you crazy!? Do you want to cause a scene and risk sitting out on the competition? I know you like her but don't do something stupid and reckless."

The younger paused at the mention of the competition. He knows Jungwon is right and how he needs to remain on his good behavior for the next four days. It took all of his remaining self-discipline to cool down, forcefully ripping his eyes away from you and your boyfriend, like the sight physically burns him.

"Understood," he said through gritted teeth, turning around to storm to where his duffel bag was, pointedly ignoring the exasperated sigh Jungwon let out.

Riki grabbed it and slung it over his shoulder, walking away from the field without sparing anyone a second glance. If he did turn around, he would have noticed the way your eyes remained fixated on his retreating figure.

He would have noticed the way you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, wanting to go after him but was stopped by your boyfriend.

Too bad Riki was busy simmering in anger and jealousy to notice anything.

~

The next four days of intense, harsh and grueling practice passed in a blink of an eye. Their coach show no mercy to the team, constantly pushing them over their limits as he barked instructions at them. But deep down, everyone knew that the coach simply meant well for the team and that he wants them to win the competition.

Riki spend most of his time on field, which meant he's in the same breathing space as his captain and this meant he was able to see you as well. Which was a win-win situation. But what he hated the most is the sight of you wearing someone else's jersey, with your boyfriend's number on your back.

His stomach twist and turned into itself whenever he sees you seated among the crowd, with a wide smile on your face as you cheered at the top of your lungs. He hated how you never looked at him, eyes always following your boyfriend—someone who doesn't deserve your attention, time and effort.

He hated how he had to witness the revolting sight of you running towards him, followed by your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend lifting you up into the air before kissing you right in front of everyone to show you belong to him.

Currently, Riki and his teammates were in the locker room as they were changing into their jerseys to get ready for the competition. The boy sat on one of the wooden long benches in the locker room, a damp towel hanging over his head as he looked down at the floor with his elbows resting on his thighs.

It's a routine he does every time before stepping onto the field—to clear his mind, getting rid of any form of unnecessary thoughts. The surroundings were tuned out until they were nothing but white noise to him until his ears registered an annoyingly familiar voice that made his left eye twitched before he could help it.

"So, have you done anything with your girlfriend yet?" One of his teammates ask the captain.

The captain snorts. "Not yet. Every time I try to do something, she always say no. What a pussy."

Riki clenched his fists and on his right, he saw Jungwon shooting him a worried look. The younger pointedly faced the front, staring at the boring, dull gray wall like it was the most fascinating thing in the world while eavesdropping on the conversation, his focus interrupted, much to his frustration.

Three to four teammates who were gathered around the captain laughed like he had said something hilarious. And then, one of them spoke up in a tone that sent shivers down Riki's spine.

"Bet she'd sound good when you fuck her."

That comment alone made Riki see red. He stood up, ripping the towel away from his pitch-black hair, clutching it in his left hand as he stalked towards the group of boys, who were busy sniggering and laughing while making lewd and offensive comments about you.

Their voices died down when Riki stood before them, his tall frame hovering over them and with the dim lights shining down on him, it made him looked intimidating.

The group of boys shared glances among themselves, having a bad feeling of what was about to happen but the captain merely looked up and flashed Riki an infuriating smirk, leaning back to lean against the locker behind him.

"Yes, Nishimura? Need something?" He drawled.

At this point, everyone's eyes were on the two of them, sensing the growing and thickening tension lingering in the locker room. Riki glared down from where he stood, hands resting by his sides. He didn't say a thing, lunging at the captain with incredible speed. He was able to catch the other off-guard to deliver a hard, strong punch right in his face, nearly breaking his nose.

Baam!

The captain's body roughly collided against the locker behind him as he shouted in pain, clutching onto his sore nose with his eyes squeezed shut. The other boys quickly scramble away, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

Riki didn't give him time to regain his bearings, stepping closer to grab the captain by the collar, easily lifted him up and slammed him into the lockers, leaving his legs helplessly dangling in the air.

"You fucking piss me off every time you open that mouth of yours, you know that?" Riki hissed, lowering his voice an octave lower so only the captain can hear him. He's well-aware of how some of his teammates had pulled out their phones, recording it to upload the clip onto the Internet later.

The captain was confused for a moment but realization dawned on him a few seconds later. A slow sly smirk stretched across his face, still having the balls to act all cocky despite the odds were clearly against him.

"Oh? Is this about (Name)? I know you like her but too bad she's mine," he sneered, having the time of his life watching how Riki narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning more intense.

In response, Riki shoved him further against the locker, causing it to squeak and groan behind him but the two boys didn't care.

"I'll watch my mouth if I were you," Riki warned—threatened him. "Just because you're the principal's son doesn't mean I can't beat you up. What? You gonna run to your daddy and cry to him that you got your pathetic ass kicked?"

The captain's grin fell and this time, it was his turn to be angered by Riki's words. The younger merely smirked, cocking his head to the side. "What? Cat got your tongue now?"

The captain threw a weak, measly punch at him but Riki merely dodged it by moving his head to the side, allowing him to hit nothing but air. Riki retaliate by kneeing him in the stomach, drawing a pained gasp from him as he hunched over slightly, hands now clutching his sides. The soccer player's ears registered the whispers and murmurs behind him but he paid them no mind. He moved, about to punch him again—

"What the hell is going on?"

Everyone stilled.

They turned to the door, where their coach was standing. His face had turned black, looking at the sight before him in sheer disbelief and anger, like he couldn't believed what he was seeing. The coach went unusually silent, opening his mouth, on the verge of exploding but he thought the better of it, choosing to address everyone instead.

"All of you, get ready and get out there. The match's about to start soon. I want all of you to bring back a trophy when it's over."

The team obediently nodded their heads, not daring to say anything that might cause their coach to snap at any moment. He merely gave them one more glance before leaving, allowing the team to quickly stepped out. Riki threw the captain a final warning glare and released his grip, watching as he ungracefully toppled to the floor without any form of remorse.

Riki was about to leave but stopped on the spot when the captain called out to him.

"Hope you know she'll never choose you," he said and Riki nearly burst out laughing, finding it nidicolous but he didn't show any emotions, not wanting to give himself away.

He merely looked over his shoulder, locking eyes with him. "I won't be so sure of that, captain."

Without waiting for his response, Riki left, fueled with newfound determination to steal you away from that arrogant boyfriend of yours. It was only a matter of time before you finally belong to him.

~

To no one's surprise, they won the match and left with a huge gold trophy and to commemorate the joyous occasion, the captain has hosted a campus-wide party at his place.

Due to him being the principal's son, of course he has his own place and of course he's rich enough to afford living on the wealthier side of the neighborhood.

Everyone on campus are rich since it is a rich kids academy but your boyfriend is on a another league of his own. Riki pulled up at the venue with Jungwon—who had shamelessly demanded to be picked up, as he was too lazy to drive over, much to the younger boy's annoyance. The moment they got out, they were able to hear the loud, slightly muffled sounds of music being blasted from the speakers.

The captain's private property was filled to the brim with a sea of people. Most of them were unfamiliar faces to Riki but he could spot some faces who he recognized as he entered. Everyone's eyes instantly turned to him. Jungwon stepped closer to nudge his elbow against him, a cheeky grin on his cute, round face.

Riki is the walking and literal definition of a fashion show. He's dressed in a black turtleneck with a black leather jacket donned over it. He wore a pair of washed jeans that further accentuated his already long legs, making him looked as tall as always. His fingers was covered in a wide variety of silver rings that glimmered whenever he made hand movements, catching people's attention.

However, they weren't you.

"Look at you, the center of attention again," he teased.

Riki rolled his eyes but the way his lips curved up in a smile says otherwise. "Shut up, it's not my fault I'm popular."

Jungwon snorted at his comment. "Other guys will kill to be in your spot."

"Too bad for them then."

His friend muttered something inaudible under his breath but Riki paid him no mind. He scans the sea of people, trying to search for a certain someone and when he finally found you, he stopped walking, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

There you were—wearing a sleeveless dress that looks sinful on you. You haven't noticed him yet, giving him the perfect chance to admire (and maybe drool, like the horny loser he is) you from where you stood.

You were talking to two girls who he recognized as your friends while holding a shotglass in your left hand. Riki cursed in his mind at how he felt his jeans tightening as he struggle to think of something else.

"Ain't no way you're getting hard now," Jungwon scrunched his nose in disgust at how Riki subtly or unsubtly, fixed his jeans.

"Why are you still here? Go find a girl to kiss or fuck," the younger bite back, "before you ask, no, I'm not waiting for you so go home by yourself."

Jungwon gaped, making an offended sound as he watched Riki made a beeline towards you, leaving him alone. As he got closer, he saw your friends pointing in his direction, causing you to turn to him as he stopped before you. Your friends whispered something to you, giggling among themselves before walking away, leaving the two of you alone.

"Riki, hey! How you doing?" You greeted him, having to raise your voice a little due to the loud music in the background and to his horror (and giddiness), you opened your arms for a hug.

And who was he to deny such a generous offer from you?

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you and with how close he was, he could get a strong whiff of your perfume—vanilla and fruity. Riki forced himself to step back, very reluctantly dropping his arms as he forced them to lay by his sides, to act like he was a completely normal human being.

A normal human being who jerks off to your pictures you posted on your Instagram account, that is.

"I'm good, did you watch the match?" He asked, internally wincing at how awkward and stupid he sounds. Thankfully, Jungwon wasn't around to see him making a fool of himself.

You didn't question him, to which Riki was grateful for. "Yeah, I did. You did really well, as expected from the Nishimura Riki," you teased him, playfully nudged him. Riki swore he felt the specific part of where you briefly touched him was warmer than usual.

"You were watching me?" He inquired, shooting another question at your bemused look, "what about your boyfriend? How will he react if he finds out you weren't watching him?"

He asked in a light-hearted, playful tone when deep down, he was genuinely curious. He wanted to hear it from you, wondering what your boyfriend had told you.

You pursed your lips, the tip of your tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip. Riki's eyes zeroed in, nervously swallowing when he felt the familiar sensation of heat shooting straight down to his cock that twitched in the tight restraints of his jeans.

"He plays like he always do, I guess," you answered after a few seconds of pondering, raising your hand to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your left ear, unaware of how Riki followed the movement with his eyes, like he was a predator and you are the prey.

He hummed, slowly nodding his head. "Is that so? Then, has he told you anything?"

You blinked. "What do you mean?"

Riki stepped closer, loving the way you had to tilt your head up slightly to look at him. "Oh, I don't know. Something related to a particular locker room fight."

Your eyes widened, now on the same wavelength as him. "Oh, that. Yeah, he told me about it. Told me how you made the first move, approached him and started fighting with him out of nowhere."

Riki resist the urge to burst out laughing, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to stifle the laughter threatening to slip. You continued speaking and furrowed your eyebrows, oblivious.

"He told me you were saying some… certain remarks about me and—"

"Woah, let's stop right there for a second," he cuts you off, not wanting to hear anymore of it. He raised a hand to silence you when you attempted to speak, only to close your mouth, allowing him to speak without getting interrupted.

"First of all, he's the one who talk about you to his friends. You don't have to know what he says and all I did was to give him a very much deserved punch, that's all," he summarized and shrugged his shoulders.

You stared at him for a few seconds in silence. Seeing this, Riki waved his hand in front of your face.

"Hello? Earth to (Name)?" He called out to you.

You snapped back to reality. "Oh, right. Sorry I was just—!?"

You didn't finish your sentence when someone knocked into you from behind, causing you to stumble forward. The liquor in the shotglass sloshed out, landing on Riki's clothes but he didn't care about his clothes. He was quick to steady you, hands instinctively resting on your hips so you won't face-plant into the ground.

He looked over you, scowling at how it was a drunk guy who could barely walked straight. His friends were quick to apologize on his behalf as they dragged him away from you. Sighing, Riki diverted his focus back to you, noting how your face was awkwardly squashed against his chest.

"You good?" He asked, hands still resting on your waist.

He could only focus on how his fingers were touching around your waist. But before his mind could leave his body, you straightened yourself and quickly stepped back, leaving some distance between you. Riki pointedly ignored the way his stomach churned. You gasped out loud at the sight of his now drenched and sticky clothes.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. If you want, I can lend you my boyfriend's clothes for you to change into," you frantically apologized while pointing to the flight of stairs located in the corner of his eyes.

Now Riki would be nothing but a utter fool if he doesn't take the chance you just gave him—the chance where he can be alone with you. Which was why he agreed, letting you lead the way as he followed you up the stairs. Every step he took made the music and noise died down until it was completely quiet.

You opened the first door on your left and he followed you in. One look around and he was able to tell it's your boyfriend's room. Riki stood near the closed door, observing you as you opened the closet to dig for clothes. With your back facing him, he drew closer, directly standing behind you in with his chest pressed against your back.

You went still. "..Riki, what are you doing?" You asked, voice trembling at the end. The slip-up made him smirked.

"Nothing, don't mind me, sweetheart. Continue," he drawled, boldly resting his left hand on your waist, savoring the startled gasp you let out and how your body leaned into his touch.

You clutched onto a sleeve of a shirt to ground yourself, shivers running down your spine at how he proceeded to rest his chin on your left shoulder. This is wrong. You have a boyfriend, for fuck's sake but despite that, you made no move to push him away.

Like a part of you want this. Want him.

The thought itself made his head spin. A part of him wants to take you right there and then—to fuck you in your boyfriend's bed, making you scream and chant his name until everyone can hear it. Hear you saying his name. Another part of him wants to keep that side to himself, not wanting anyone else to hear it.

Riki forcefully ripped himself away, taking a step back to give you some space. He watched as your shoulders loosened when you no longer felt him hovering behind you.

You grabbed a clean shirt and a pair of pants with your borderline shaking hands, giving it to him without looking at him. Chuckling, he accepted it and pointedly cleared his throat when you refused to turn around.

"Are you planning on staying here while I change?" He teased.

You spun on your heels, revealing your red cheeks and ears. "W-What? No! Go change in the bathroom, don't change here!" You protested.

Riki laughed, amused with your reaction. "I'm kidding. I won't do that," he paused for a second, eyes twinkling in mischief, "unless you wanna see?"

"Riki!"

He continued laughing as you attempt to push him towards the door but he didn't budge an inch, due to him being taller and stronger than you. The boy snickered, reaching out to ruffle your hair, to which you slapped his hand away.

Riki was unfazed, dropping his hand and headed to the door. His hand hovered midair, fingers brushing against the handle before looking over his shoulder.

"By the way, you look pretty in the dress," he complimented and stepped out before you could say anything, leaving you standing in your boyfriend's room, staring at him with wide eyes, flushed cheeks and your heart skipping a beat at his sincere words.

What the hell just happened?

~

The weekend passed and to every student's nightmare, it was Monday again. Time slipped through your fingers with you being productive in your lectures as you took down notes, like the diligent and hardworking student you are.

You even managed to spend your free time making notes for your upcoming examinations before it was your term break. Right now, you were waiting for your boyfriend in the library on campus with your headphones blocking out the surrounding noises.

You were so focused in your current task that you were unaware of someone approaching your table. The only form of warning you got was a tall figure blocking the ceiling lights before they removed your headphones, pulling it away from your head. Your head snapped up, ready to tell them off, only to pause when it's none other than Riki himself.

But what caught your attention is his hair.

It's still the same as before—in the same shade of pitch-black darkness but there was something different. There's a stark silver streak that cuts through the front, starting near the roots and breaking through the rest of his hair, like a scar of moonlight. Riki noticed your prolonged silence and how you stared at him.

Of course he did. He notice everything when it comes to you.

He chose to act innocent, still holding your headphones in his right hand. "What's wrong? Something on my face?" He inquired.

You awkwardly cleared your throat, fidgeting in your seat as you slung your right leg over your left while fiddling with your pen. "No, not at all. I just didn't expect the sudden change of your hair."

Humming, Riki sat opposite of you, even though he didn't ask. But it's not like you will kick him out anyways.

"Ah, I wanted something different before the term break starts. What do you think?" He replied, returning your headphones and your fingers accidentally brushed as you reached out.

Time paused and everything else around you stilled. You couldn't looked away from Riki, maintaining eye contact with him with your headphones now acting as the connecting bridge to link the two of you together. All you could focused on is the heat emitted from his fingertips, his intense and unwavering puma-like gaze and how his eyes darkened a shade.

Your breath hitched with how he traced your features with his eyes, showing no ounce of shame. Heck, he wasn't even hiding it to begin with. Somehow, the thought of him wanting you despite how you're taken made heat pooled in your stomach as you rubbed your thighs together. You frantically shook your head, getting rid of the thought.

What you didn't know was how Riki smirked to himself, knowing what you were thinking with how you oh so subtly squeezed your thighs underneath the table. He came to the library after overhearing your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend stating he's going somewhere with his friends, completely tossing you—his girlfriend, aside.

If you're dating Riki, this won't happen. Riki will make sure to spend his time with you, never wanting to leave you alone.

He was the first to break the moment, leaning back into his seat with his long legs stretched out before him.

"So, what are you working on?" He asked, jutting his chin towards your study materials laid out before you.

"Oh, it's nothing much. Just taking notes for my finals," you answered before narrowing your eyes as you pointed your pen at him, "don't you have finals too?"

Riki raised his hands in mock surrender, lips curled up in a smile. "Guilty as charged. I was wondering if you could tutor me."

"Tutor you?" You echoed, letting out a shocked, breathless laugh. "Riki, you're the most smartest person I know. Why do you need tutoring?"

"What's wrong with wanting to be more prepared for finals? Besides, is it wrong to ask the smartest student who always tops the entire cohort?" He pointed out.

You didn't know how to respond to that, knowing he was right and sighed, shoulders slumping. "Fine, when do you want to start?"

"How about now? We can head over to my place. It's quieter there and I live alone, so you don't have to worry about people disturbing us," he proposed.

"Now?" You repeated, your eyebrows flying up so high they nearly disappeared into your hairline. "I'm supposed to meet my boyfriend."

Something akin to annoyance flickered across his face but it was gone when you blinked. "He wants me to pass you a message. Said he'll be going somewhere with his friends so he's not coming over."

You pursed your lips, pulling out your phone to check and there wasn't any messages from him. You wanted to say something but you felt your resolve vanishing when you saw Riki giving you wide, pleading eyes with his lips jutted out in a pout.

"..Fine, let's go then," you agreed.

Grinning, Riki helped you to pack up. Before you could carry your bag, he had carried it for you, slinging it over his shoulder without a care in the world as he walked ahead of you, leaving the library to where his car was parked.

"I can carry that myself," you said, wanting to snatch it back but Riki merely raised your bag up into the air, out of your reach.

"No can do. Let me do this for you," he clicked his tongue.

"Nishimura Riki."

"(Full Name)," he answered without hesitation, matching your tone just to be annoying.

You scowled as you caught up to him. "What's wrong with you? Why are you doing all of this?"

Riki stopped out of a sudden. You swore under your breath as you nearly crashed into him.

"You still don't get it?" He asked, voice strangely even and steady.

"Get what? Stop talking in riddles and just get straight to the point, Riki," you demand, frustration seeping into your voice.

Riki fully turned to face you and you were taken aback with how serious he looked—a huge contrast to his usual confident and laid-back demeanor he often carried himself in.

This was different, like this truly mean something to him. You dryly swallowed as he began speaking, or rambling, letting out his pent-up feelings he had been harboring for months.

"Every time I see you with him, it makes me sick. Why choose him, out of everyone else? Why settle for someone who doesn't even love you?" He started off, raising his voice slightly as he speaks, gripping onto the strap of your bag that was slung over his left shoulder.

You openly gaped. "What the fuck are you talk—"

"Are you blinded by love to the point that you'll settle for the bare minimum? Settle for someone who doesn't see you as an equal. Settle for someone who keeps brushing you off and parade you around like you're an item," he continued, cutting you off.

He couldn't stop now, not when you had unlocked the Paradox's Box.

"Riki—"

"Seeing you, someone who deserves so much more, going for a piece of fucking scum," he paused briefly, grabbing onto the front of his shirt—right where his heart was, "it hurts, a lot."

"Riki, wai—"

He steps forward. You retreated back but he followed.

This went on until your back hits the firm, smooth surface of a wall behind you. Riki braced his arms on both sides of you, blocking off any exit routes. Your heart betrayed you by skipping a beat at how tall he was, towering over you and how with his larger frame, he can completely engulfed you easily.

You parted your lips but your voice died down in your throat when he roughly tilted your chin up with his left hand, his thumb hovering over your bottom lip, not touching but you could feel his touch. You let out a soft, startled gasp when he harshly tugged on your hair, forcing you to further tilt your head back until your muscles start to ache in protest.

"Seriously, Riki, what's gotte—!?"

"Shut up and listen to me," he growled, the sound low and deep, causing you to clench down on invisible air and your knees buckled, threatening to give way.

You weren't sure what it was. Maybe it's the way he spoke, in that cruel and firm tone, like you were beneath him, like you're supposed to listen to him. Maybe it's the way he looked down at you, using his height to his advantage. Whatever it was, you let out an involuntary whimper before you could stop yourself.

Both of you stilled.

Riki reacted first—a slow, knowing and cunning smirk stretched across his lips. Like he had you all figured out. He gave a light, experimental tug on your hair, to test the water and just like before, another whimper fell from your lips. The taller chuckled, leaning down to brush his lips against yours.

You knew what he's doing. He's making you begged for it and honestly, with how you were already dripping between your legs.

"Say it," he demands, now firmly pressing his thumb against your bottom lip. He watched with smugness at how you willingly let him do as he pleased, letting him tugged your bottom lip down.

"Say you want me."

Your eyelids fluttered shut, mind going hazy. Riki waits, like the patient man he is. After all, he has waited long enough to have you like this so waiting for a few more seconds won't hurt him.

"I.." You whispered, like it's a sacred secret meant for just the two of you. Riki arched an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

"I want you."

You have the front-row seat of witnessing his eyes darkening a shade, desire written all over his face after you said it, giving him the consent for what he's about to do to you. For a moment, you thought he will jump on you right there and then—out in the open, in the hallway where anyone can walk in at any second.

But he retreated, fingers purposely tracing your jawline before dropping his hands. Your fingers twitched at your sides, tempted to pull him back. You felt cold out of a sudden, no longer feeling the heat emitted from his body.

"Not here," he murmured, eyes darting left and right to check for anyone and when no one was around, he crowded you against the wall again, savoring the gasp you let out.

You felt something thick and hard poking against your inner thighs, making you bit down on your lip, wondering how he will feel when he's inside you. Riki smirked, cupping your face up, forcing you to look at him.

"But when we get back, I'll make sure you'll only think of me once I'm done with you. And that, is a promise I intend to keep," he warns you, sending shivers down your spine at the implication behind his words.

~

The drive back to his place was quiet in a tense way. There was so much tension that you felt like it was suffocating you, the air curling itself around you while waiting in the shadows.

Riki didn't say a word, one hand on the steering wheel while the other firmly on your right thigh. Every time you look down, you gulped at how huge his hand looked on your thigh.

He didn't glance or speak to you the entire time, even after he had parked his car. Even when he led the way to the lift. Even when he brought you to the door leading to his home.

The moment you stepped in, all hell broke loose.

"Wha—!?"

You gasped out, vision shaking at the edges when you were slammed against the nearest wall surface, only for your lips to be captured in a passionate, intense kiss. Riki kissed you like he wants to devour you whole—from inside and outside.

He kissed you like he needs you to survive, to breathe. His hands never stay still, wandering around your body as he greedily mapped and traced your silhouette, leaving lingering heat and warmth behind in his trail.

You mewled into his mouth when he gave a tight, possessive squeeze at your hips, wanting to squeeze your thighs but Riki slotted his right, solid thigh between your legs, forcing you to keep them open. Your lips parted, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head when you felt his cock perfectly aligned against your wet core.

"Feel that? That's what you do to me," he rasps, slinging your right leg to hook it around his waist, giving an experimental thrust up, grinning against your lips at the breathless, choked-out moan you let out.

"Ngh, Riki!" You cried out, throwing your head back, breaking the kiss to reveal your neck and it's only right for him to follow suit.

You arched your back off the wall, pressing your chest against his as he trailed hot and wet kisses down. Riki stopped at a particular area, his hot breath fanning against it before he sank his teeth into your skin, hard enough to leave a bite mark behind. A physical claim to show you belong to him.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy. Been wanting you like this ever since I first saw you," he groaned, the sound low and guttural, making your head spin.

You began moving your hips forward slowly, moaning at the delirious friction of your sticky panties rubbing against the rough surface of his gray pants. Riki didn't stop you but instead, he encourage you by flexing his thigh against your soaked pussy while he continued decorating your neck with hickeys and marks.

"Oh f-fuck," you shamelessly moaned, not caring how loud you were and how his neighbors might be able to hear you. All you cared was how you were embarrassingly close to reaching your climax.

Riki smirked, pulling back to look at you, eyes drinking in the sight of your flushed face and cheeks, your half-lidded eyes, your pretty, kissable and swollen lips.

All of it made you looked downright sinful—the exact opposite of how you normally were on campus. He repositioned his hands so now both were gripping onto your waist, bypassing the barricade of your clothes.

Your body visibly flinched at the feeling of his large, warm and calloused hands touching your bare skin, causing more slick to drip from your pussy. You were so wet that there's a visible wet stain left behind. Seeing this, Riki chuckled as leaned closer, angling his head to the side to whisper into your right ear.

"Look at you, humping my thigh like you're a dog in heat. How would your boyfriend react if he sees you like this?" He coos, faux sweetness dripping in his voice.

His crude words and condescending tone only made you grind faster, your movements growing sloppier and more frantic when you felt your stomach tightening. Riki noticed the way your breathing grew ragged, the way your shoulders rise and fell unevenly and how you kept moaning and whining, which is music to his ears.

"Wanna cum just like that?" He barked out a laugh, moving you when he saw how you were slowing down.

"Mhm! Pleasepleaseplease," you pleaded oh so prettily for him.

"Then cum for me, princess. Wanna see you soak my thigh," he groaned and you shattered, pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing as violent tremors coursed through your body.

Riki didn't give you time to regain your bearings, easily swooping you into his arms, drawing a squeak from you. You instinctively threw your arms around his broad, sturdy shoulders as he brought you to his bedroom with the door already opened. He threw you onto his messy bed and was quick to clamber over you for a kiss.

You met him in the middle, hands flying into his hair as you tugged on him, drawing a low, satisfied purr from the back of his throat. You parted your lips, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his taller and large frame as he situated himself between them. Riki sensually slides his tongue against yours before exploring every inch of your mouth, ensuring nothing is left untouched.

He hum as he grabbed the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric up until it's near your neck. You were forced to break the kiss only for a second, allowing him to remove it. Riki tossed it to the floor before kissing you again, practically slamming his lips against yours.

He didn't bother unbuckling your bra, forcefully pulling it down to free your breasts as they bounced free from the restraints.

You let out a muffled whine at the cool air against your hardened nipples. Riki broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours with you two breathing in the same space. He sharply inhaled as his eyes trailed down, raising his right hand to give a gentle squeeze to your right breast, kneading it like it's soft dough.

"Fuck," you sighed, leaning your head back, allowing yourself to be pushed back until you were now laying on his bed, with his pillow underneath your head.

Riki paused for a moment to take in the sight of you—shirtless, panting with looks that could rival against the goddess, like Aphrodite. His fingers twitched, tempted to take a picture but an idea hit him. Confusion appeared on your face when he slide off the bed without explaining.

You raised your head slightly, observing as he pulled out his phone from the pocket of his pants. He moved to the bedside table situated on the left, opened the Camera app and switched it to video mode. You watched as he expertly placed it an an angle to capture your lower half, your face out of the frame. But despite that, you felt embarrassed that he's recording it.

"What are you doing?" You asked, eyes tracking his movements as he grabbed something from his opened closet before moving back to the bed, placing himself between your legs. You wordlessly raised your hips when he patted twice on your thighs, allowing him to tug your pants down, leaving you in your soaked, utterly ruined white cotton panties.

Your ears turned red when he muttered "cute" under his breath. You tried to close your legs but Riki held you down, throwing you a pointed, warning look, leaving you no choice but to leave them spread open for him.

"Wear it," he instructs you while holding out the bunched up fabric in his left hand. You recognized what it was with the red jersey with his name imprinted on the back, along with his position number.

"This…" Your voice trailed off as you accepted it, staring at the jersey like you've never seen it before.

Riki smirked, moving to hover over you while tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his dark and lust-filled eyes. "I want you to wear my jersey while I fuck you. Don't worry, your face won't be recorded in the video. It's for me to keep it. I'm not letting anyone else see you like this."

He paused, letting his words sink in before leaning closer to brush his lips against yours, your breaths mingling and intertwining together.

"I want you to remember I'm the one who's fucking you. Not that shitty boyfriend of yours. Not anyone else either," he continued, lowering his voice until it's in that rich deep tone that made your heart fluttered.

Feeling shy out of a sudden, you looked to the side but Riki didn't like that. With a click of his tongue, he grabbed your chin, directing you to face him with him hovering over you.

"Don't look away. I want you to look at me, got it?" He asks and you wordlessly nodded your head.

"Use your words, baby. I want to hear you."

"Y-Yes, I got it," you whispered, watching the way he looks proud at your response.

"Now wear the jersey."

You obeyed, putting it on with your shaking hands as you slipped it over your body. The jersey is way bigger than you, completely engulfing you in it with the hem reaching your upper thighs. Riki stilled, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight before him. He nearly stopped breathing at how good you looked in his jersey. But more importantly…

"You look like you're mine," he swore, breathing ragged, sounding out of breath like he had ran a marathon.

Seeing the effect you have on him with you just wearing his jersey drew a soft whimper from you. You fidget about on the sheets, feeling nervous being on the receiving end of his firm and unwavering gaze.

"Riki, please.. do something," you whispered.

The boy chuckled, finding it cute. "Lay back, baby. All you need to do is to stay still and look pretty for me."

You complied, laying back down on the bed.

"Good girl," he praised you, eyes never leaving your face.

What the fuck.

A needy keen left your lips without you knowing at his sudden praise. Hearing it, Riki arched an eyebrow, mentally filing that aside for future purposes. Right now, he has a more important task to focus on—the task of getting his first ever taste of you. The boy shifted down until he's supporting his weight with his elbows.

He threw your legs over his shoulders, ignoring the surprised noise you let out. Your mind blanked out at the first hot, wet and rough long, slow and deliberate lick of his tongue, starting from damp, smooth entrance to your throbbing, aching clit. It's filthy, with Riki using his tongue to spread your remaining slick from your previous climax all over your pussy, making it even more messier than it already was.

"F-Fuck!" You cried out, back arching off the bed in an impressive arch that could put even the crescent moon into shame. You blindly fist the sheets beneath you, nails digging into it—a poor attempt to ground yourself.

Spurred by your expressive reaction, Riki continued. He dive in like a man on a mission, like he had been craving, yearning for this for many years. It's sloppy, rushed and intense. It's clear all he cares now is to bring you to your second climax, wanting to have your taste on his tongue.

He ate you out with sheer focus and determination, using his thumb and index finger to spread your fat, puffy pussy lips apart. Riki slid his tongue in and out, repeating the pace he sets while you were being reduced to a flushed, trembling and sensitive mess, all thanks to his skillful tongue.

"Shit, you taste so good. Should've done this sooner. Bet your boyfriend doesn't know how good you taste," he groaned, sounding like he was in heaven and he is.

If he could choose a way to die, he'd rather die with his face buried between your legs. To him, your slick tastes like sweet poison or some sort of drugs he could never get enough of. You clenched down on his tongue at his words, making him grinned smugly.

"You didn't let him eat this pretty little pussy, did you?" He asks, pulling away, drawing a sound of protest from you as the cool air of the room brushed against you.

You didn't speak, simply staring at him. Riki clicked his tongue, dissatisfied with your lack of response and delivered a sharp, light but stinging slap to your pussy, right in the middle. The sound echoed in the four walls of the bedroom.

You whimpered, your pussy pathetically twitched at the sudden rough attention.

"I asked you a question. Answer me."

"N-No!" You cried out, hating how his stern personality and the way he treats you—like your only purpose was to satisfy him was turning you on.

Riki hummed, pleased. "Good, I don't want anyone else to do this to you. You're mine."

He snarled the last two words, possessive seeping into his voice. Hearing him like this—all worked up and how jealous he was made your pussy throbbed, both at the lack of attention and his evident jealousy.

You briefly wondered: just when did he learned this? But the thought flew out of your mind when he pushed two fingers into your pink, twitching hole until he's knuckles-deep in. You could feel the cold, smooth metal surfaces of his rings pressed against your outer lips.

Riki moaned at how you clamped down on him with a vice-like grip—showing no signs of letting him go, the sound muffled with how his face was practically buried deep between your thighs.

Your mind didn't register the fact you were aimlessly rambling random nonsense now, saying words that sounded like please, more, Riki and so on. Whatever it was, it seems to do the trick, with how he expertly curled his fingers, brushing it against that delicate spongy spot hidden between your delicate walls.

His action made you see stars exploding behind your eyelids, mouth dropping open with a silent, high-pitched moan leaving your lips. Riki pushed forward until your lower half was now dangling in the air with his nose bumping against your clit, drawing a series of whines and whimpers from you.

"S-Stop. C-Can't," you weakly protested, trying to push him away but it was futile.

Riki snarled, like a cat baring its teeth at you at your rejection. "Yes you can. And you will take what I give you."

A part of you want to sob, to throw a fit that you seriously can't cum again but another part of you want to be good for him, want him to treat you like this—manhandle you around like you're a rag-doll, going all pliant while letting him do as he pleased.

Riki continued eating you out like a starved man, the obscene sounds of his lips loudly smacking against your clit. He swirled the bud peeking out with the tip of his tongue in a agonizingly slow, clockwise motion that has your legs twitching. You cried out for the unknown time when he wrapped his lips around the bud, almost like he's about to tear it off your pussy.

The wet, slimey muscle explored every inch and you were able to feel his purrs and moans, sending vibrations up your spine. You ended up locking your legs around his neck, holding him in place as he alternated between pumping his fingers in and out of you and moving them in a scissors-like movement when he's deep inside you.

You were dripping so much that the sheets were soaked and ruined beyond recognition. Riki didn't care that your slick was trickling down his chin, not caring that there were stains left behind. All he care about was pushing you to your second climax.

"S-Stop—ngh, g-gonna cum," you whined, one hand clutching the pillow while the other grabbed a fistful of his hair as you desperately rocked your hips against his skillful, talented mouth. The lingering thought of him recording you had already flew out of your mind.

Riki tapped your inner thigh twice with his free hand, giving you permission. All it took was a long, flat swipe against your entrance for you to violently squirt against his mouth. The boy drank it up, treating it like sweet nectar from flowers as he lapped away, not wanting to waste a single drop.

"You're amazing, you know that?" He groaned, pulling back to reveal his lips and chin practically glowing from the sheer amount of slick stained on the lower half of his face.

Without breaking eye contact, his tongue darted out, wetting his already damp, thick and puffy lips before the pink muscle retreated into his mouth.

Your face turned as red as a tomato at how lewd he looks, like something straight out of a cheap porno video. Riki shifted up, cupping your face with both his hands and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on your lips.

You moaned, instantly parting your lips, body flinching at a particular harsh suck on your tongue, drawing a muffled whine from you. You blindly moved your hands about, slipping them underneath his hoodie to trace the faint outlines of his abs, feeling them contract at your touch beneath your fingerpads.

Riki nipped at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue against the seam of your lips as a form of apology. He shivered against your lips as your hands went beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, playing with the hem of his Chrome Hearts boxers.

"You're a fucking tease," he growled but his lips curved upward in a soft, loving smile at the giggle you let out.

"Wanna suck you off," you murmured, hearing an audible, muffled groan from him.

"You sure?" He asks, breaking the kiss as he lets you push him backward until your positions are swapped.

He's now laying on the bed, head near the edge while you straddle his lap, looking like a wet dream with his jersey hanging off your right shoulder. You nodded your head, leaning down to kiss him again and he eagerly reciprocate it, hissing into your mouth when you teasingly rolled your hips against his, feeling his clothed cock rocking against your overly-sensitive pussy.

Riki lifted his hips off the bed, allowing you to pull both his boxers and sweatpants down. You tossed them aside, not caring where it landed. His cock sprung free, laying flat against his stomach with his hoodie pushed up, the fabric brunched around his chest.

You paused for a second, taking in the sight of the tip of his cock already in a ferocious shade of reddish-purple, due to the lack of attention.

"Scared?" Riki asked, noting your prolonged silence and how you kept staring at it with wide eyes and poorly hidden surprise.

"N-No, just didn't expect you to be this big," you replied without hesitation, tucking your hair behind your ears as you shifted down, moving into a more comfortable position.

Riki watched with bated breath as your lips hovered near the tip, your hot breath grazing against it. You glanced at him, leaning forward to press a light, fleeting kiss, watching how his hips jerked upward, cock gliding against your lips. You took the chance to take him whole, lips wrapped around his cock like you're sucking a lollipop.

"Oh fuck," Riki groaned, head thrown back with his eyes fluttering shut at how tight and warm your mouth felt.

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him as you moved forward. This is how he finds out you don't have a gag reflex, with how you easily took him whole until the tip hit the back of your throat. Riki reached out, right hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, using it like the reins—like you're a horse and he's a cowboy.

"S-Shit, takin' me so well," he rasps, voice cracking at the edges with how you began bobbing your head back and forth, one hand reaching between to fondle with his heavy, cum-filled balls.

Riki canted his hips into your mouth, savoring the muffled, startled moan you made and he felt your jaw slackened, he wasted no time in fucking into your mouth while you laid there—between his legs, letting him used you to chase after his incoming orgasm. Tears prickled your eyes as you readjusted your hands to rest them on his muscular thighs.

"So good for me, aren't you? Lettin' me use your mouth like a cockslut," he sneers, subtly shivering at how you moaned with your lips obscenely stretched wide around his cock and how a stray tear droplet rolled down your cheek.

He lifted his head slightly when he saw your hand between your legs and realization hits him. He barks out a dark, degrading laugh.

"Greedy little thing, touching yourself while getting your mouth fucked. You like this, don't you?" He coos, watching as you tried your best to nod your head while looking at him with wide, pleading eyes.

Riki didn't warn you as he spilled down your throat. You didn't gagged on the tangy, salty taste of his thick cum, swallowing all of it while not letting a single drop roll down your chin.

You withdrew your head with a soft, audible "pop" sound as you rested your chin on his left upper thigh, your lips now looking extremely bruised and swollen, like you had been mauled around by a beast, which wasn't far from the truth.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, cupping your chin upward and you obliged, parting your lips. You let him turned your head side to side and his cock hardens immediately at how you swallowed everything.

His eyes darkened a shade as he swore under his breath. He roughly tugged you forward, making you let out a startled yelp as your hands landed on his chest to avoid knocking your head against his, forcing you to straddle his lap.

"C'mon, ride me, pretty girl," he said, folding his hands behind his head as he watched you, having no intentions of helping you out.

You threw him a glare at how unhelpful he was as you raised yourself up while aligning him against your gaping, empty hole. Riki's eyes zeroed in on how you rubbed his tip against your outer lips, how you shuddered and how you let out a long sigh at the feeling. Biting down on your bottom lip, you slowly sank down, taking him inch by inch until he's fully sheathed in you.

Both of you moaned in unison at the heavenly feeling. You felt like you were being split apart and you swore you could feel him hitting the back of your throat too, with how big, long and thick he is. Riki's phone was still recording, capturing your back view as you rose up until his tip was still inside you before you slammed down, your thighs and asscheeks jiggling.

"Fuck, you're too—hah—b-big," you whimpered, head thrown back as you repeat the movement—raising yourself up before going down on him, riding him at the pace you set.

Riki hissed at how you tightened around him, thumb rubbing your clit while matching your pace, drawing a series of whines and moans from you. He rested his other hand on your hips, nails digging into your skin hard enough to leave imprints behind.

"Big? But you're takin' me so well. You're made for this. For me," he taunted and in a blink of an eye, he surged forward, easily switching your positions.

Your vision spun. One moment you were riding him. The next, you were on your back. Riki threw your legs over his shoulders, bending you forward into a mating press position as he jackhammer into you at a ruthless and merciless pace.

Your legs dangled uselessly in the air. The bedframe loudly smacked against the wall behind it with every thrust. You were certain his neighbors will be launching a noise complaint tomorrow.

The thought flew out of your mind when he shifted his hips slightly, his cock hitting that one spongy spot, making you moaned as you arched your back as you curled your toes, pressing your chest against his. Riki knew he hit bullseye from your reaction, wasting no time in abusing the same spot, over and over. He cupped your face, index and middle finger resting on both sides of your cheeks.

"Open up, doll," he demands and you did, bemused with his intention.

Only for him to spit into your mouth.

It's filthy, like he's claiming you as his. His sudden action made you clenched around him and he closed your lips, watching as you swallowed it without hesitation.

"That's my girl. So good for me, aren't you? Gonna let me fuck this little pussy, hm? Let me make you remember the shape of my cock," he growled, ducking his head to nip at your left earlobe.

You sobbed, unaware of tears now freely rolling down your cheeks, eyes rolling up to the back of your head. Your mouth dropped wide open, forming an "O" shape at how his cock kept sliding in and out of you, reshaping your insides to fit the outline of his cock, like he's forcing your body to remember it belongs to him.

"R-Rik—ngh—m-more—hah," you moaned, nails digging into his shoulder blades, hard enough to leave crescent-moon shaped indents behind.

"Fuck, you're squeezin' me so fuckin' tight. Still tight even after I open you up," he panted against the column of your hickey-covered neck.

His eyes flicked down, noting a faint bulge on your stomach. His bangs fell over his eyes but he's able to see it—the outline of his cock inside you. Riki slowed down, tuning out the weak sound of disappointment you made. He watched, mesmerized at the erotic sight of watching it moved along with him.

Riki moved his left hand and lightly pressed down on it, matching it with the same time as he thrusted into you, gaining a choked out moan from you beneath him.

"You're so small but takin' me so well," he breathed out, mind spinning. He couldn't look away, even when he resumed the brutal pace he set earlier on.

"F-Fuck, g-gonna cum—pleasepleaseplease," you begged, voice all needy, whiny and desperate.

Riki moved to capture your lips in a kiss, although it wasn't a kiss with how you were openly panting against his lips but he didn't care. From his phone's point of view, it's capturing both of your side profiles with your features hidden.

"Yea? Wanna cum, baby?" He cooed, watching how you squeezed your eyes shut but he was quick to give a mean pinch to your clit, chuckling as you flinched from the sudden stimulation.

"Mhm! Please!"

"Then cum, show me you're mine."

With the combination of the possessiveness in his voice and a long, final thrust from him, you cum while chanting his name like a sacred prayer. You cum so hard that your vision blacked out for a few seconds, making you think you had actually passed out on the spot.

Riki fucks you through your orgasm, his own movements growing sloppier as your pussy spasmed violently around his cock, almost like you're sucking him in.

Riki was quick to follow suit, burying himself to the hilt as he painted your gummy, velvety walls in the shade of white. You whimpered at the sudden, uncomfortable feeling of being pumped full of his cock. He didn't pull out, choosing to collapse on top of you, earning an "oof" from you as he was crushing your lungs.

"Get off of me. You're crushing me," you complained, lightly whacking his shoulder but he remains unfazed with your measly attacks, choosing to shamelessly bury his face in the middle of your breasts.

"Nah, I'm comfy here," he mumbled, wriggling about so he could wrap his arms around you as well.

You sighed, resting your hand on his head as you stared at the ceiling. None of you said a thing, spending a few seconds to regain your breathing before you broke it, voice small and hesitant.

"..So, now what? What does this make us?" You asked, glancing down to see he was already looking at you, eyes locked on your face.

"Well, it's simple. You cheated on your boyfriend and now, we're dating," he casually answered.

Your cheeks flushed red at the sudden reminder but instead of feeling embarrassed, you felt strangely proud. It was then you realized that he was right the entire time—your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, had treated you with nothing but disrespect. He didn't see you as a girlfriend. He see you as an item—and the thought itself is enough to make you sick to the core.

"What's in that mind of yours, pretty girl?"

Riki's soft voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked, snapping out of your trance to see his face is close to yours now, with him staring at you, like you're the only one in his world. Clearing your throat, you averted your eyes to the side, choosing to stare at the door instead.

"I was thinking how I'm gonna tell him," you answered.

Riki snorted, turning you back to face him. He leaned in until the tips of your noses brushed against one another. His eyes gleamed in mischief as he smirked, the sight downright attractive, making you clenched down on him.

He felt it. Of course he does, since he didn't pull out yet.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll handle it," he purred and without warning, gave a light thrust, drawing a startled gasp from you.

"But for now, how does another round sound?"

you walked closer until you were standing between his knees. riki leaned back slightly on his hands, tilting his head as he took you in again.

“turn for me.”

you gave him a slow swirl. the second your back was to him, you heard him curse under his breath. 

“fuck. again. slower.”

you obeyed, turning even slower this time. when you faced him again, riki’s hands were already reaching out. he grabbed the side of your skirt and tugged you forward sharply, making you stumble into him with a small gasp and a giggle.

“damn,” he murmured, voice lower now. his gave went straight to your waist, nose brushing the fabric of your top before he inhaled deeply. “god… what is that perfume? you smell insane.”

you giggled, hands coming up to brush his blonde locks. “it’s very good girl, baby. you bought it for me, remember?”

riki let out a low groan, like the name itself turned him on.

yeah… you’re a very good girl. his very good girl. 

he tugged you forward, bringing you down to sit on his lap with your back pressed against his chest. the moment you were settled between his legs, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

“yeah… fuck, i chose too well, didn’t i?” he whispered right against your ear.

you let out a bright, giggly laugh as his nose immediately buried into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply. the warm scent of your perfume (that he bought)—sweet, flirty, a little sinful for his sanity—drove him crazy.

he dragged his nose slowly along your skin, breathing you in.

“mmmhm,” he hummed, the sound vibrating against you. his hands started roaming—one sliding up your thigh under the hem of your skirt, the other resting possessively on your tummy, fingers stroking that sliver of bare skin.

you squirmed and chuckled, that contrasting sunshine energy bubbling through you. “ki, that tickles—”

but he only smiled against your neck and pressed a slow, open–mouthed kiss right under your ear. then another. and another. above the marks he left just a few days ago. his lips trailed lower, sucking softly on your pulse point while his hand squeezed your thigh.

“you smell so fucking addictive,” he muttered between kisses. he turned his head and kissed your other cheek, then nibbled softly on your earlobe, making you squeal with laughter.

“ki!” you whined, tilting your head away instinctively out of tickledness, but he just followed, chasing your skin.

“can’t help it. my girl smells too sweet.” his hands kept moving—one slipping under your top to caress your waist, the other stroking up and down your thigh like he was feeling you up. 

riki kissed along the curve of your neck, then moved up to your jaw, cheek, and back down again, leaving wet little marks everywhere. everytime you giggled and tried to wriggle away, he only tightened his arms around you and pulled you closer.

“you’re really gonna walk out smelling like this?” he mumbled between kisses, voice muffled against your skin. “gonna make other people lose their minds too?”

he sucked a little harder on one spot, trying to leave a more obvious boyfriend territory mark before you left later—if he even allowed you still. when you shivered, he smiled against your neck. 

“‘m gonna be late, kiiii,” you whined playfully, body leaning slightly forward. 

riki hooked one arm around your waist and pulled you right back against his chest, nose burying deeper into the crook of your neck as he inhaled again. his free hand slid up your thigh under your skirt, hiking the denim up while he pressed more kisses along the side of your throat.

“mmm… i don’t think i wanna let you go today,” he murmured, voice teasy against your ear. he gently nippled at your lobe before kissing the sensitive spot right underneath. “you look way too pretty—just stay with me?”

he hugged you tighter, lips never leaving your neck. 

you let out a soft “nooo,” dragging the word in that sweet, whiny way that always, always made his heart doing somersaults. 

your boyfriend laughed, the sound low vibrated against your lips. he gave up (for now) but he still kept his arms wrapped tightly around you, refusing to loosen his hold.

“fine, fine,” he chuckled, sucking the spot beneath your ear. “you can go… but, wait.”

he reached over to the bedside and grabbed his own bottle of perfume and with a playful grin, he held it up in front of you.

“let me spray you with mine real quick.”

you giggled and tilted your head up against his shoulder so  he could spray a light mist along the side of your neck and collarbone—and riki, being riki, sprayed a mist between your cleavage too. 

that pervert.

he leaned in instantly, nose brushing your freshly scented soft skin. 

“mm… yeah, that’s better.” he hummed happily, clearly satisfied. “now you smell like me too.”

——

fap. fap. fap. fap. fap. 

“shit…” he groaned, eyes rolling back. his fist started moving fast, slick and desperate from the precum already dripping down his length. he buried his nose deeper into the crotch of your panties, breathing you in while your bra rested against his cheek and mouth.

he could smell your everywhere. 

“fuck, you smell so good,” he moaned into the lace, voice muffled. his tongue darted out, licking the fabric where your pussy had been just this morning. the taste made his cock throb violently in his fist.

riki stroked harder, hips bucking up into his hand, messy and frantic. the wet clicky sounds filled the room as he pressed your panties tighter against his face, inhaling over and  over like he was trying to consume you.

he was completely lost in it…

these were the panties you’d worn all night long—slept in, curled up beside him. the ones that had been pressed against your pussy for hours while you were soft and warm. this was your most natural scent—sweet, intimate, you. the best fucking perfume in the world.

“so warm… fuck, you wore this all night, baby,” he groaned to himself, voice wrecked. “little pussy was rubbing against them for hours… so fucking good.”

he took another long, greedy inhale, nose buried deep in the crotch. his fist moved faster along his big, curvy cock, slick and noisy and annoying.

fap. fap. fap. fap. fap.

then, he grabbed your bra and wrapped the lace strap around his throbbing cock, right under the head, and squeezed. the feeling of your bra tightening around his length made him moan aloud.

“shit—fuck—”

he started stroking again, using the bra strap like a cock ring, the lace rubbing against his sensitive skin with every frantic pump. riki started sucking on your panties—smashed against his face, breathing you in.

he thrust up into his fist, hips stuttering, eyes rolling back as he moaned into the soaked lace. 

“gonna cum so fucking hard… because of you—fuck, baby—”

his strokes turned brutal, the wet clicky sounds getting louder and messier as precum dripped all over your strap. sucking on the fabric of your panties and inhaling deep—riki cums.

thick ropes of semen shot across his abs and chest, some of it landing on the cups of your bra. his whole body jerked hard with every pulse, hips still weakly fucking his fist while he kept your panties pressed to his nose, riding out the high on nothing but your scent.

even after he finished, he stayed like that for a long minute—chest heaving, your used panties still covering half of his face, your bra strap loosely around his throbbing cock.

“ugh… hurry home. i’m not done with you yet.”