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hi , do you take request ? if yes , can you do idol!anton x idol!reader where reader older than him and reader let anton use her anytime anywhere (freeusebabe) 🥹
synopsis: new group means new schedule which means new routine, not just for him but for you too
genres/warnings: anton x f!reader, smut (mdni!!), free use, idol au, slight age gap (reader is 23), lowk mean anton, dubcon-ish??, semi-public, oral (m receiving), quickies, little to no romance
author’s notes: omg first ever request! idk if this is what anon meant but i tried & i hope you like it 😭😭 thank you for reading! comments/feedback are greatly appreciated :p pls ignore any typos (if any) :)
you’ve been doing this since you were nineteen. four years of schedules that blur together, four years of watching new groups come in looking younger every time. anton’s group debuted only a few months ago. you noticed him first during a joint rehearsal between your group, his group and two others. he was tall, doe-eyed, the kind of face that made the stylists stare, handsome enough that you caught yourself double taking.
the talking started easy. shared van rides, late practices, the usual polite interest between someone who’d already learned the industry and someone still figure it out. you guys started getting closer and he was sweet at first, careful with his hands, he asked before he kissed you. the first few times he stayed the night he held you like he was afraid you’d disappear. intimate in a way that felt almost soft.
but it didn’t stay that way. the asking grew shorter. the carefulness faded. one day he simply stopped checking if you wanted it and started taking it instead. honestly speaking, you were fine with it. something about the honesty of it and the way he no longer bothered with sweetness. now this is just how it is. he uses you when he wants, where he wants, and you let him.
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the stairwell stayed empty longer than expected. elevators were jammed after the final interview block and most of the staff had taken the long route through the hallways. you were three steps down from the main floor when his hand closed around your wrist and pulled you back against the wall.
he didn’t check your face. he just turned you, pressed your palms flat to the cool concrete, and shoved the skirt up to your waist. he yanked your panties aside with one finger. you felt the blunt head of him drag once through the slick, already waiting, then he pushed in hard enough that your breath left in a short, quiet rush.
the stretch was sharp at first. he didn’t give you time to adjust. his hips snapped forward in short, deep thrusts that kept the sound mostly contained between your bodies. one hand stayed heavy at the back of your neck, holding you in place. the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave marks if he kept the pressure. every time your weight shifted he corrected it with a rough tug, keeping the angle exactly where he wanted it.
“stay still,” he muttered against your ear, voice low and edged. “you’ve done this enough times to know better than to move.”
you locked your elbows, the concrete scraped faintly under your palms, his breathing stayed measured even as the pace picked up, like he was timing it against the distant elevator chimes. when footsteps echoed two floors above he didn’t pull out. he simply slowed to almost nothing, chest pressed to your back, and waited until the door opened and closed again. then he drove back in harder, chasing the climax.
he came with a short, gritted sound, hips flush, grinding once like he wanted to push it deeper. the second he finished he pulled out, wiped himself off with a tissue from his pocket, then used the same tissue between your legs in two efficient swipes. skirt down. underwear back in place. he stepped away without another word and tilted his chin toward the lower stairs, gesturing you to walk away.
you went. the wet heat of him was already sliding down your inner thigh by the time you pushed through the door onto the next floor. your expression stayed even when a manager appeared and started talking about the next call time.
--
the van was darker than usual on the ride between buildings. partition closed, only the driver up front, the rest of the seats empty. city lights cut across the windows in slow stripes. anton sat with his legs spread, phone in one hand, the other resting high on your thigh under the coat you’d thrown over your lap.
after a few minutes of silence he set the phone down, gripped your jaw, and guided your head down. the coat stayed draped over you, hiding everything from the rearview mirror. the space was tight and your knees pressed into the leather while he kept one hand fisted in your hair.
“can you help me, babygirl?” trying to sound soft but already unbuckling his belt with a sly grin on his face.
he was already hard when you took him into your mouth. the first slide was slow only because he made it that way, holding you there until your throat adjusted. then he started moving your head himself. short, steady pulls that forced you to take more than you would have on your own. spit gathered at the corners of your lips.
“look at me, hm?”
looking up you saw his eyes were half-lidded, lip tucked under his teeth, expression almost bored except for the flush high on his cheeks. he watched every time your lashes fluttered when he pushed deeper. no praise, little to no soft sounds, just the occasional tight pull on your hair when he wanted it faster or the quiet click of his tongue when you tried to ease back.
“you always take it better when it’s unexpected,” he said under his breath.“less gagging. less shaking. just open.”
he came without warning, hips lifting off the seat, hand locking your head in place until he’d finished. the second it was over he released you, tucked himself away, and wiped your mouth with the side of his thumb like he was fixing a smudge of lipstick, smirking. then he went back to his phone like nothing happened. the coat stayed over your lap. his hand returned to your thigh, squeezing it now and then, heavy and casual, for the rest of the drive.
--
the hotel room was still dark when he woke you. no words, just the mattress dipping and the solid heat of him at your back. he shoved your sleep shorts down just far enough, dragged the head of his cock through your folds, and pushed in from behind in one long stroke.
“hi baby,” he sounded sleepy, voice deeper and more dark than usual.
you were half asleep and already open for him. he didn’t wait. the pace was deeper and slower than the stairwell, only because there was no risk of interruption, but he was still relentless. one arm locked around your waist, holding you flush so every thrust hit as deep as it could. the other braced on the mattress above your head. the wet sound of you ass meeting his thighs filled the quiet room. every time you tried to shift onto your stomach for a better angle he yanked you back against him with a low, irritated sound.
“don’t move.”
he fucked you like that until the bed frame started tapping the wall, then clamped a hand over your mouth and kept going harder. the orgasm hit him with almost no sound. just a sharp inhale and the sudden lock of his hips. he stayed buried for three full breaths, grinding the last of it into you, then pulled out and rolled away.
by the time you sat up he was already in the bathroom with the door half closed, water running. the sheets stuck to your thighs. outside the window the sky was starting to lighten, another long schedule already waiting.
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summary: your neighbour anton gets drunk and wanders into your place by accident. the next thing you know, you're fucking him...
genre: strangers to lovers au, smut!!! p in v, missionary, doggy, tipsy anton, hand job, drunk naked making out, clingy and whiny anton!!
word count: 3k
a/n: okay okayyyyy i couldn't help myself!!!! tipsy anton supremacy yall (everyone thank lee young jiiii)
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KNOCK KNOCK
A thumping at your door shook you awake. You rolled out of bed, rubbing your eyes. It was a Saturday night, and the digital clock on your nightstand read 02:31 AM.
“Who's knocking so late…” you mumbled, padding towards the front door of your apartment.
You pulled the door open just a crack. What you saw shocked you.
It was Anton, your upstairs neighbour. His cheeks and ears were flushed a deep red, and his hair was dishevelled. There was no denying he was gorgeous.
You’d seen him around. In fact, you’d always find some excuse to be in the lobby when he’d get back from his morning runs, sweaty and exhilarated, with his damp shirt stuck to his abs. But apart from a few polite greetings in the elevator, you’d not spoken much.
“Anton- uhh. This isn’t your- you’re one floor up,” you said, voice hoarse from having just been woken up.
But Anton wasn’t listening. He was staring at the house key in his palm, as if he’d forgotten how to use it. That’s when you realised that he was drunk.
You were struck by how tall Anton was up close. And handsome. Wow. You could smell the tequila on him, tangy and sharp, mixed with citrus shampoo and something else - the scent of a man. You subtly took in a deep breath. It had been so long since you’d last had some good dick.
“Stupid- fuckin- key…” Anton said, swaying a bit. “Won’t work.”
Anton lurched forwards and pushed himself into your apartment, completely oblivious that it wasn’t his. You stepped to the side, narrowly avoiding being bumped into.
Anton’s body was firm and lean beneath his tight black T shirt and form-fitting jeans. It was like his biceps were carved out of marble. You couldn’t believe he was in your apartment right now.
He staggered towards the couch in your living room, almost knocking over your lamp in the process. Then, he slumped down and rubbed his eyes with both hands.
He looked up at you, registering for the first time that he wasn’t alone.
“Oh… it’s Y/n right? How’s it goin’?” he said, smiling shyly. He had a thick American twang that felt exotic to your ears.
“Hi Anton.” You watched him with a bemused smile. He was so drunk that he didn’t realise it was weird that you were here, in “his” apartment.
“You seem kinda wasted…” you said, laughing a little.
“Guess you could say that, yeah…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. As if on queue, Anton hiccuped. Then his face scrunched up as he laughed at himself.
“Let me get you some water,” you said, running to the kitchen. You were wide awake now, your body on fire with possibility. You returned with a plastic cup and handed it to Anton.
Anton brought the red cup to his lips. You watched his Adam’s apple squeeze as he started to drink. But his hand was shaky, and soon, he’d spilled half the cup on his shirt.
“Oops,” Anton giggled, lips shining. “Better take this off.”
He patted his firm stomach, the T shirt heavy with water. To your utter surprise, Anton reached behind his head, grabbed the collar of his T shirt, and pulled it over his head. He dropped the sopping wet thing onto the couch beside him.
Your mouth fell open. Anton’s naked torso was magnificent. His smooth skin was a warm brown, tanned from all the summer days spent splashing around in the outdoor pool near your building. His chest was all hard muscle, with two dark, small nipples winking at you. His stomach was concave, and rippling with muscle.
There was a dark smattering of hair that trailed down from his belly button. It got thicker as it winded down into his pants. You found yourself wandering if he shaved his hair down there, or he kept it wild. You gulped, mouth suddenly dry.
“I think you got some on your jeans too,” you whispered, pointing at a dark patch on his thigh.
Anton followed your gaze to his own crotch. He smacked his hand over his face, giggling again.
“I’m so silly today,” he said, with a high pitched, breathy laugh.
Anton stood up. Like the Eiffel Tower, his long frame dwarfed everything in your tiny living room. He fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. Then, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, and pulled them down.
Except, he’d taken his boxers down with his jeans, and now, he was completely naked.
You gasped.
Anton stood there, unfazed by his utter nakedness. He looked at the shocked expression on your face, and then laughed.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he said, clutching his stomach. It was like butter wouldn’t melt in that sweet, pink mouth.
You tried not to look at his cock, but you couldn’t help it. It was like your eyes were magnetised to it. Anton had a waist so tiny it would make any girl green with envy, and his low, narrow hips almost defied the laws of physics. His pubic hair was jet black and neatly trimmed. His cock - the darkest part of him - was soft, and his tip hid shyly in his foreskin.
You imagined sucking that soft worm into your mouth, feeling it stiffen and grow on your tongue. You could almost hear Anton’s whiny moans, his soft pleads. Your panties grew wet at the thought.
“Feel- dizzy-” Anton said, through gritted teeth. He began to wobble.
You lept forwards, grabbing onto Anton’s waist just as he was about to tip over. Suddenly, Anton’s whole body weight was on you. His skin was hot against yours.
“Need to lie down,” Anton said. “Help me to the bed, please.”
You wedged a shoulder into his armpit and half dragged, half carried him to your bedroom. It wasn’t far, but each step felt like wading through wet sand.
“You’re kinda hot, you know,” Anton said, so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him.
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re drunk,” you replied. You tried your best to sound unbothered, but your cheeks were warm.
You looked up at Anton’s face and realised that he was greedily staring down your top, at your bare breasts. You were wearing a thin baggy T shirt as pyjamas, with no bra underneath.
“Hey!” you said, clamping your hand down over your chest.
Anton flashed you a lazy, sexy smile. His brown eyes twinkled in the low lights.
You reached your bed, and let Anton drop onto the mattress. He shuffled till he was lying on his back, nestled amongst the mountain of plushies you normally slept with.
That’s when you realised that Anton’s cock was now hard.
Anton noticed you noticing his erection. He whined, suddenly shy. His penis had grown to double its previous size.
“I can’t help it! You really are sexy. I’ve seen you, you know, in those tight little pencil skirts you wear when you leave for the office each morning.”
You raised your brows. You had no idea that Anton had noticed you before. You were too busy ogling him, that you hadn’t even considered he may have been looking back.
“Now can you please stop standing there like a weirdo and come lie down next to me?” Anton said, subtly grinding the heel of his palm against his cock.
You thought about saying no - about getting a blanket and sleeping on the couch. That would be the logical move. But right now, with this tipsy, athletic, naked man lying in your bed, all your rationality had gone straight out of the window.
You slid onto the bed beside Anton, heart racing.
You lay down beside him, the tips of your fingers just brushing his. Up until now, it had been just a bit of fun, but now that you were actually lying in bed next to Anton, it felt all too real. It had been a long time since you’d last had someone else in the bed with you.
“Baby girl,” Anton said, turning towards you. “Stop thinking so hard.”
You turned to see Anton’s warm chocolate eyes staring back at you. His plump lips looked soft and inviting.
You leaned closer, almost on instinct, and kissed him.
The kiss started off hesitant, just his soft mouth pressed against yours. Then, as you both gained courage, it got deeper. You opened your mouth and Anton's tongue shyly touched yours, sending warm tingles to your heat. He tasted sweet, with a faint touch of lime. He sucked up your bottom lip into his mouth, making you moan quietly in surprise.
Mouths locked, you shuffled closer so that your bodies were touching. You felt something hard press against your lower belly. Reaching up, you tangled your hand into his soft hair. When you brushed the sharp, cropped hairs at the back of his neck, Anton whined against your lips.
Anton stroked your waist, his hand slipping under your T shirt to meet your bare skin. He grabbed onto your soft curve of your hip, squishing your flesh with his large hand. His grip was possessive, like he wanted to own you.
He stroked down to your ass, then squeezed it playfully. You squeaked.
“You have such a nice body,” he whispered against your lips.
“You too,” you said.
You pulled Anton’s hand from your ass and slid it up under your T shirt, towards your chest. Anton got the message, and eagerly squeezed your breast. His thumb rubbed your sensitive nipple, sending sparkles shooting over your skin.
“So soft… wanna fall asleep on your tits,” he moaned, between kisses.
You blushed.
You could feel his erection pressing against the swell of your inner thigh. Bolder now, he was rubbing it up against your skin, moaning quietly each time his tip caught on the lace trim of your panties.
The kiss became more desperate. You stroked your hand down Anton's firm, flat stomach, admiring how toned his body was.
You pressed your thumb into his belly button. Then, the tips of your fingers brushed against the thick, curly hair around the base of his cock, making him gasp. You reached down and stroked the crease of his inner thigh. You were touching everywhere except the place where he wanted you to touch the most.
“It hurts,” he whined, bottom lip trembling. “Please don’t tease.”
You grinned against his mouth.
You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, making him gasp sharply. His dick was impossibly hot and stiff under your touch. Wide too. The tip leaked precome down onto your hand.
You gathered the wetness on your fingers and started to stroke him, up and down.
Anton pressed his forehead against yours, too deep in his own pleasure to be able to kiss you back. He scrunched his eyes closed and whimpered softly.
“Feels so fucking good,” he moaned.
You twisted your hand around his member, stroking his cock and milking him.
Anton groaned and pushed your hand away, suddenly.
“Wait! If you do that, I'm gonna come so fast,” he said, breathless. “And I still haven't… I wanna feel you too.”
Anton reached between your legs and pressed his fingers into the damp patch on your panties. His fingers curled around the lace and he pulled them off down your thighs. The air was cool on your bare cunt.
He gazed at your glistening slit, eyes wide. “Damn,” he said, quietly. He reached out and brushed two fingers lazily through your pussy lips, making you shiver.
Anton sat up. You could tell he wanted to push you down onto the bed, get on top, and plough his cock into you, but you didn’t let him. Instead, you smacked your palm against his firm chest, keeping him flat on the bed.
“I wanna be on top,” you said, feeling unusually bold. You swung your leg over Anton’s body and straddled his hips. For good measure, you pulled your T shirt over your head and flung it to the side, leaving you completely bare. Anton’s hands automatically went to your tits, engulfing them in his large palms.
His cock, flushed red and still dribbling, was resting on your stomach.
You reached over to your bedside table and pulled out a pink foil wrapper. You ripped the condom packet with your teeth, making Anton smile.
“Okay, I see how it is,” he said, swallowing a laugh.
You grinned as you rolled the condom onto his member. You dipped two fingers inside your pussy, happily finding yourself soaking wet.
Lifting your hips, you positioned the tip of his dick against your hole. Slowly, you sank down, taking him inch by inch all the way inside your hot, wet pussy. You kept your hands planted on his strong abs for support.
The stretch of him inside you felt so unbelievably good. You could feel every ridge and vein on his shaft as you went down, and it had you seeing stars.
When he was fully inside, you let out a long breath, finally relaxing.
You opened your eyes, not even realising you’d closed them. Anton’s face was a dark red. His hair whipped wildly around his face.
“Damn, you took it all in one go,” he said, looking genuinely impressed.
You smirked. “I’ve taken bigger cocks than yours in my time.”
“Liar,” Anton said, flashing his teeth in a grin. He was surprisingly sharp and witty, and you started to think that maybe he wasn’t as drunk as he pretended to be.
Suddenly, you felt yourself being swung through the air. Before you knew it, you were on your back.
“What the… How did you-” you spluttered.
You looked up at Anton, who was now lying on top of you. His cock was still inside you, and his hips were nestled between your legs. The weight of him on top made your pussy sparkle in an entirely new way.
“Sorry,” Anton said, starting to thrust in and out of you. “I was getting impatient.”
“Cheeky!” You said, before his thrusts knocked the breath out of your lungs.
You held onto Anton’s shoulders as he fucked into you with strong, steady strokes. His cock was stretching you out in the most delicious way. You could already feel your orgasm building, and your pussy getting wetter.
Anton was thrusting so hard that the headboard of your bed was knocking against the wall. But you couldn’t care less. You were in ecstasy.
He rolled his hips, shuddering and swearing under his breath. You could tell he was close too. As Anton neared his orgasm, the sharp words and bravado slipped away, and his moans got breathier and more whiny.
He dipped his head down to kiss your neck. You could hear his soft whimpers as his thrusts became weak and shaky.
“Gonna cum,” he whined, voice broken.
“Me too,” you gasped.
Anton came first, a broken sob falling from his lips. His hips stilled, cock buried deep inside you. You could feel his warm, sticky cum flood the condom. The feeling pushed you over the edge, and suddenly you were coming too.
He reached his hands down to your pussy, which was slick and puffy now, and started to rub your clit. He even pushed a finger inside your cunt, eager not to leave your warmth too soon. With his cock still buried inside you, it was a tight squeeze. You gasped at the overstimulation, your thighs trembling.
Eventually, it got too much, and you had to push his hand away. Anton’s biceps gave away, and collapsed down onto you, trapping you between the mattress and his hard, muscled body.
“That was fucking hot,” Anton whispered, voice hoarse. “We should do that again.”
“Mmmhh,” you said, unable to get any real words out.
Anton rolled off you, letting you finally breathe. His eyes gleamed with the rush of his exertion. The tips of his ears were dark red, and he was panting like he’d just swum a 500m race.
“Hey, Anton,” you asked, sitting up. “Did you… actually think that this was your apartment. Or was it all an elaborate trick just to get into my pants?”
Anton flashed you a naughty grin. “That’s for me to know and you to find out, baby girl.”
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synopsis: a fourth of july weekend, a shared beach house, and your brother’s best friend.
genres/warnings: johnny x f!reader, smut (MDNI), older brother’s best friend, size difference, size kink, semi-dominant!johnny, forbidden, mutual pining, slow burn, oral (f receiving), missionary, mating press?, creampie?, semi-public, risk of being caught, light aftercare, one-shot
author's notes: had this little thing in my head about johnny ever since that magazine photoshoot came out...i was originally going to write about haechan or jaehyun but i wanted to do this trope and i felt like he matched the most lol. i appreciate all the love y'all are giving my fics 🥹. thank you for reading! pls ignore any typos (if any) :p
okay so the only reason you even got to go on this trip is because your parents refused to let you and your friends rent the place alone. they kept saying “you’re still too young” and that they’d feel better if your brother was there, which didn’t make sense because you’re 21 and he’s only three years older than you but somehow that was enough for them. he wasn’t exactly excited about playing chaperone but he agreed under the condition that a couple of his own friends could come too. you didn’t think much of it until the final groupchat the night before when the names dropped.
johnny was one of them.
you’ve known johnny since you were fourteen. he’s been your brother’s closest friend since the fourth grade. he was always the tallest one in the room. he’s that one friend who used to show up unannounced, raid the fridge, and call you by whatever nickname he’d decided on that month. back then he treated you like a little sister. you treated him like an annoying extra person in the house. but people get older. the easy, nothing to it energy between you started shifting somewhere in the last couple years and neither of you ever said it out loud. you just started noticing the way his eyes stayed a second longer, the way his voice dropped when it was only the two of you, the way your stomach did something stupid every time he stood too close. it’s not like you had a crush on him…but you couldn’t deny how good he looked, especially now.
you almost left the bikini at home. the black one that sits low on your hips and makes your chest look unreal. you’d bought it for a cancelled girls trip and buried it in the back of your drawer. but then you thought whatever. it’s the beach. and you weren’t about to start covering up just because your brother’s best friend was going to be around.
you guys rented out an airbnb for the 4th of july weekend. it sits right on the water. open layout, big windows, shared everything. your friends claim one side of the house, the guys take the other.
first day is loud and messy in the best way. music up, someone already pouring drinks before noon, everyone fighting over the good spots on the couches. johnny is the same as he’s always been. tall, deep voice, that unbothered way of moving through a room like nothing can touch him. he greets you like normal, but there’s something else lingering. he just ruffles your hair the way he has for years and helps your brother with the bags. you just roll your eyes while heading to one of the rooms to go change. your friends were already waiting for you at the door to go down to the water.
walking back out you hear johnny snickering already. “you’re wearing that to swim?”
you look down at what you were wearing. it was a white tee with some shorts that cut off right before the bottom of your ass shows. “obviously not? are you dense?” you say, already a little annoyed. he just puts his hands up and walks away.
you and your friends head down to the sand to put your blankets and bags down first, the guys following closely. you start peeling off your shirt and shorts to get in the water. feeling a pair of eyes on you but you don’t check who it is because you already know the answer.
johnny was already looking. not a quick glance. a real one. his gaze drops down your body once before he forces it back to whatever your brother is saying. his jaw flexes. then the calm face is back like nothing happened. “hey man, are you gonna help us or not?” your brother asks which snaps johnny out of his trance.
you start noticing the pattern after that.
when you come out of the water with your friends, hair wet, water still running down your stomach, he looks. when you’re all laid out on the big blanket later, tanning, he looks again. you’re on your stomach at one point, chin on your arms, and you can feel the weight of his attention even without turning around. you shift a little, arching your back just slightly. he clears his throat but doesn’t look away until a smack lands on the side of his arm.
“yo, chill. that’s my sister.”
johnny doesn’t argue. he just looks at him for a second and nods once, voice flat.
“yeah. i know.”
“dude, don’t be weird.”
“i’m not doing anything.” johnny says with a little smirk.
“yeah well don’t even try anything. you’re definitely not her type,” emphasizing the not.
johnny almost takes this as a challenge.
the rest of the day you keep testing the space between you without fully meaning to. you ask him to pass the sunscreen and his fingers brush yours longer than necessary. you stand too close when everyone’s making drinks in the kitchen and he doesn’t move away. at one point you’re reaching for a towel on the high shelf and he steps in behind you without a word, chest almost against your back, and gets it for you. his hand lands on your waist for half a second on the way down. neither of you say anything about it. your friends are right there. your brother is right there. but the air feels different.
night one ends with everyone splayed out in the kitchen and living room. more drinks and music. your brother and his friends being loud, your friends dancing a little to close to them but you couldn’t care less to be honest. needing some fresh air, you head out to the balcony. you lean against the railing facing the dark water. the air is warm and the waves keep a steady rhythm. you hear footsteps behind you.
you don’t call him out directly. you just say, low, “you’re not as subtle as you think.”
he takes a slow sip of his drink. “what do you mean?”
you glance down at the open shirt over your bikini, the way it hangs. “you’ve been staring at me since we got here.”
he looks at you then. really looks. the easy version of him is gone. what’s left is heavier. quieter.
“yeah, sorry but i mean you’re kinda making it hard not to.”
“oh…” you say quieter than you wanted.
he just smiles at you before walking back inside, leaving you outside in your thoughts now.
day two the tension sits under your skin. you’re more aware of him than you want to be. every time you walk past, every time you laugh with your friends, every time you stretch out on the blanket again you can feel the possibility of his eyes on you. sometimes it’s intentional. sometimes it’s not.
the accidental stuff is almost worse. brushing past each other in the hallway. his hand on your lower back for a second too long when he’s guiding you out of the way of someone carrying drinks. the way his voice drops when he asks if you need anything and it’s just the two of you in a room. you start answering a little slower, a little softer, just to see what he’ll do. he notices. you can tell.
day three is the fourth of july. the whole group decides to set off fireworks they bought back home on the sand instead of going to the local firework show. by evening everyone’s outside with drinks, blankets, and a couple of cheap packs of fireworks. the sky keeps lighting up in short bursts of color and the sound is loud enough that people have to raise their voices to talk over it.
you’re standing with your friends for a while, laughing when one of the guys almost sets his own shoe on fire, when you realize your phone is still inside. you want to record some of it. you tell your friends you’ll be right back and head toward the house.
you don’t notice johnny following until the door closes behind both of you.
the house is quiet compared to outside. the fireworks keep popping in the distance, muffled. you glance over your shoulder and find him already there, leaning against the counter.
“forgot my phone,” you say.
“yeah.” he doesn’t move toward the door.
you find it face-down on the bed in one of the rooms. when you walk back out, johnny is sitting on the couch. he looks up when he sees you.
“thought you went back outside,” you say.
“wanted to wait for you.”
you laugh a little. “johnny, it’s our third day here. i know my way around.”
he just stares at you. like he’s admiring you.
“what?” you say blushing, trying to bite back a smile.
“…come here,” he says, gesturing his hands towards his lap.
you walk over. he doesn’t move at first. just watches you close the space until you’re standing between his knees. he’s sitting low on the couch, legs spread, and even like this he’s still looking up at you from under his lashes. the difference is almost funny. you’re the one standing and somehow you still feel smaller.
his hands stay on his thighs for a second too long, like he’s giving himself one last chance to stop. then one of them lifts and settles on the outside of your thigh, just above the knee. warm. thumb brushing absently over the skin there.
“you’re shaking a little,” he says, voice quiet.
“i’m not.”
“yeah you are.”
his other hand comes up and catches the hem of the oversized shirt you’re still wearing over the bikini. he doesn’t pull it up. just holds it, looking at the way the fabric hangs off one shoulder. the fireworks keep going off outside, distant and muffled, but the house feels completely still.
“you’re right, i have been watching you all weekend,” he says. not an apology. just a fact. “but i just couldn't help it. especially when you're walking around in that fucking black bikini.” his thumb presses a little harder against your thigh. “you knew what you were doing.”
you don’t answer. you just look down at him. he’s so close that if you leaned forward even a little your chest would be in his face. he seems to realize it at the same time you do. his eyes drop, linger, then come back up slower than they should.
“johnny—”
“come closer.”
you step in until your knees bump the edge of the couch. his hand slides higher, under the shirt now, palm flat against your bare waist. the other one joins it a second later, both of them almost spanning your whole waist. he pulls you forward the rest of the way until you’re straddling his lap, knees on either side of his hips. the position puts you higher for a moment. you look down at him. he looks up at you like he’s still deciding whether this is a good idea.
it isn’t.
he knows it isn’t.
he still leans in and presses his mouth to the soft skin just under your jaw. not quite a kiss. just the heat of it. then lower, to the side of your neck. one of his hands slides up your back under the shirt, spreading wide between your shoulder blades. the other stays low on your hip, fingers flexing.
“you have no idea,” he mutters against your throat, “how long i’ve been trying not to do this.”
you feel the words more than you hear them. his mouth opens a little against your skin. teeth scrape lightly. you rock forward without meaning to and he makes a low sound, almost a warning, hands tightening.
“easy.”
you do it again anyway. this time on purpose. the friction pulls a rougher noise out of him. his hips shift under you, and you feel how hard he already is through his shorts. he lets you grind against him for a few more seconds before his hands lock on your waist and still you.
“last chance,” he says, voice rough. “you get up and walk back outside and we pretend this never happened.”
you don’t move.
he waits another second, like he’s actually giving you the out. then his hands slide under the shirt and push it up. you lift your arms. he pulls it off and tosses it somewhere behind the couch. the bikini top is next. he doesn’t fumble with the ties. just reaches around, finds them, and the whole thing loosens and falls. he catches it before it hits the floor and drops it without looking.
for a long moment he just stares.
his hands come back to your waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts like he’s still testing how far he’s allowed to go. then he leans in and takes one into his mouth, slow and deliberate. the heat of it makes your hips roll again. he doesn’t stop you this time. just keeps going, mouth working, tongue dragging over your nipple before he sucks harder. his other hand cups the other breast, thumb circling, like he’s trying to memorize the weight of it.
he switches sides after a while, taking his time, occasionally looking up at your face to watch the way your breathing changes. when he finally leans back his mouth is a little wet and his eyes are darker.
“fuck,” he says quietly. “look at you.”
he shifts under you, one arm wrapping around your lower back so he can stand. you’re still straddling him when he rises. he has to adjust his grip so you don’t slide. your feet don’t touch the ground until he sets you down carefully, turning you so the back of your thighs hit the couch.
he steps in close. one of his hands comes up and rests against the side of your neck, thumb under your jaw. the other works the ties of your bikini bottoms loose. they drop. he doesn’t look away from your face while it happens.
“you’re sure?” he asks one more time.
you nod.
he kisses you then. properly. slow at first, then deeper, like he’s been thinking about the exact way he wanted to do it for years. his hand stays on your neck the whole time. the other one slides between your legs, two thick fingers dragging through the wetness there, testing, pressing in just enough to make your breath catch against his mouth.
“fuck,” he mutters. “you’re soaked.”
he works you open on those fingers for a while, unhurried, watching every reaction. curling them, dragging them slow, thumb brushing over your clit in lazy circles. every time your hips twitch he makes a low sound. when your knees start to give out, he drops to his own, right there in front of you.
one big hand spreads over the inside of your thigh, holding you open. the other stays on your hip, pressed down so you stop squirming.
then his mouth is on you.
slow at first. just the heat of it, the flat of his tongue dragging up through the wetness. he makes a low sound like he’s been waiting for this longer than he’ll admit. you feel the difference immediately — how much smaller you are when he’s kneeling like this, how easily he can hold you in place with one hand while he takes his time.
he doesn’t rush. he licks into you in long, deliberate strokes, then focuses higher, sucking lightly, tongue working in tight circles until your legs start shaking. every time you make a sound he answers with another low noise against you, like he likes hearing it. his free hand slides up your stomach, palm spanning almost the whole width of it, and stays there, grounding you.
he pulls back just enough to speak, mouth still close enough that you feel the words against you.
“been thinking about this,” he mutters. “how you’d taste. how quiet you’d try to be.”
then he’s back on you, harder this time. deeper. the wet sound of it mixes with the distant fireworks. you have to grab the edge of the couch to stay upright. he notices. his hand on your hip tightens, keeping you right where he wants you while he works you open with his tongue. every time you get close he slows down, dragging it out, until you’re trembling and making soft, frustrated sounds.
only when you’re really shaking does he pull back. his mouth is wet. he’s breathing harder than before.
“not yet,” he says, voice rough. “want to feel you when you come.”
he stands again, shoving his shorts down just enough. you feel the blunt head of him against you a second later. thick. hot. he doesn’t push in yet. just rests there, breathing hard, one hand gripping your hip, the other braced on the couch beside you.
“tell me if it’s too much.”
then he starts to sink in.
slow. controlled. the stretch is immediate and deep and it drags a broken sound out of you that he answers with a low curse. he keeps going until his hips are flush against you and he has to stop, forehead dropping against yours, both hands locked on your waist.
“f-fuck. just—give it a second.”
you can feel every inch of him. he stays still longer than he has to, breathing against your skin, letting you adjust. one of his hands slides down finding your clit, rubbing slow circles while he waits. the other stays locked on your hip like he’s afraid you’ll try to move before you’re ready.
when he finally starts moving it’s deep and measured. every thrust pushes you further into the couch. the fireworks outside keep popping, loud enough to cover the wet sound of him moving inside you and the low, rough noises he can’t quite hold back.
“you have no idea,” he says against your ear, “how many times i’ve thought about this.”
his hand tightens on your hip. the rhythm stays controlled but the force behind it builds. you push up to meet him and he groans like it physically hits him.
“that’s it. take it.”
he keeps that same deep, steady pace for a long time, like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel around him. every few thrusts he grinds in a little deeper and holds there, breathing hard against your neck. when your sounds start climbing he reaches down again, fingers finding your clit, working you in time with his hips.
he doesn’t let himself go faster until you’re shaking under him. he hikes one of your legs higher, changing the angle, making you moan louder. then his hand leaves your hip and covers your mouth, gentle but firm, muffling the noise as he drives in harder.
“quiet. they’re right outside.”
you come first, clenching hard around him, and he follows almost immediately after, hips stuttering as he spills inside you with a broken, low sound against your neck. he stays buried through it, holding you there, like he’s not ready to let go yet.
for a long moment neither of you move. just breathing. the fireworks are still going off outside. somewhere in the distance someone laughs.
johnny’s forehead is still pressed against yours when he finally speaks, voice rough and a little wrecked.
“…your brother’s gonna kill me.”
you smile up at him, still catching your breath.
he doesn’t answer right away. just stays there, still inside you, one hand stroking slow up and down your side like he can’t quite make himself pull away yet.
he kisses the side of your neck once, soft, then carefully eases out. you feel the loss of him immediately, and the slow drip of what he left behind. he doesn’t step away. just stays close, one hand still on your waist for a few more seconds while both of you catch your breath.
outside, the last of the fireworks are starting to fade.
he finally reaches down and picks up your shirt from the floor, holding it out without looking at you directly. the air between you feels heavier now. different.
“we should go back out,” he says, voice low. “before someone notices.”
you take the shirt. your hands are still a little unsteady.
he watches you put it on for a second longer than he needs to, then turns away to fix his own clothes. when he looks at you again the easy version of him is still gone. what’s left is quieter. more careful.
“this doesn’t leave this room,” he says.
it isn’t a question.
you nod once.
he holds your gaze for another beat, like he’s already regretting it and already knowing he’s going to do it again, then tips his head toward the door.
“come on.”
you both walk back outside like nothing happened. the last few fireworks are still popping. your friends are still recording. your brother is still laughing about something with the other guys.
johnny stands a little apart from them, drink in hand, and when your eyes meet across the sand the look he gives you is anything but casual.
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⌗imabiggirlnow— you’ve always dreamed of living by yourself , and now that you do — you can’t keep your eyes off your much older neighbor..
( koga yudai x fem!reader ) • warnings. reader is 23 and kei is 35 , single parent au , language , nicknames used ( good girl , slut ) , oral ( both ) , unprotected sex , overstimulation 𓄵 word count. 6243 { back to library }
( yeni’s note ). told yall i have a age gap relationship type cast for kei and i cant help it
the day was here; you were finally moving into your own apartment. you had dreamed of one day moving out of your parents house and into your own space. when you moved into the dorms you finally got a taste of that freedom , but even that wasn’t enough for you — so for your last year at college with money saved up from your job and help from your parents , you were able to move into your own apartment and you couldn’t be happier.
you might’ve been too excited because between signing your lease and the week leading up to the big move you completely forgot a key factor — the damn elevator was broken , and wouldn’t be fixed until the week after your move in. you tried your best to find people , but what could you offer anyone? after the expenses of apartment and decorating you were broke; so you were left with the next best things. doing it yourself.
you thought living on the third floor was the best thing that could happen — that was before you had to carry a box of books , after that you believed it was the stupidest thing you could ever think of.
once you got the last box to the front of your new apartment all the bad thoughts disappeared ; sitting on a box , your head drooped in your hands. “just a quick break.” you huffed , arms and legs burning from the many trips you took up and down the steps; you weren’t going to the gym for a while after this.
“this is so pretty.”
hearing the voice of a child had you looking; being met with the cutest little girl with pigtails , digging through an open box of yours , full of stuffed animals you were unable to part with during your move to the dorm your first year of college. “hello.”
her toothless smile , cheeks chubby; she was adorable; you almost forgot she was going through your box , currently holding your stuffed bunny. “hi.”
her sweet voice holding the toy. “is this yours?” she asked. “i have one like this in my room but it’s pink.”
“that’s the cool , you’re just the cutest thing , do your parents know you’re out here?” the door to the stairwell opened , an older man emerged from it — a very attractive man , who was walking your way.
“daddy!” the little girl ran into his arms , he smiled picking her up laughing.
“when i said you could go a head , i meant wait by the door , where’d you get this?” he carried the girl in his arms as he approached you , now he was holding your stuffed bunny. “i’m assuming this is yours.”
“thank you.” you quickly took the toy from his hands , throwing it into the box with the others. “it’s stupid but i can’t seem the part with them.”
“i don’t think it’s stupid at all , i think we should all keep a piece of our childhood with us.” he looked at you , it felt like he was inspecting you — suddenly feeling small , you shifted on your feet. “although it doesn't look like your childhood was that long ago.”
“i’m 23.” you spoke , he nodded. “so i was right.”
he looked at the boxes blocking his door , back to you. “did the movers not help you move your stuff into your apartment?”
“i’m so sorry.” you finally realized , your face heated up as you raced to pick up a box. “this is so embarrassing.” he sat the girl down , reaching for a box.
“there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” he said , holding the box of books in his hands.
“it’s just that the movers wanted an extra 200 dollars , and definitely didn’t have it.” you cringed, spreading your business to a stranger — moving was more stressful than you planned.
“i figured that out , the movers were idiots for not helping you , they should’ve known a young girl like you didn’t have it.” before you could say anything he was speaking again. “let me help you.”
“oh it’s okay, i got , i really don’t want to take away time with your daughter.”
he shook his head. “i’m sure she’ll be fine for a few minutes , she’s pretty occupied anyway.” the girl was once again in your stuffy box , shifting through all the toys. “it’s the least i could do in return for you being so nice to my aiko , the lady down the hall would've yelled at her by now.”
still holding the box , he held his other hand out. “you first.” you nodded , taking the box into your apartment. “i’m kei by the way.”
the two of you spent the next ten minutes bringing boxes into your apartment , you moved aiko into your apartment for the time being , letting her play with the stuffies while you brought the stuff in. “this is the last one.”
he sat the box down on the kitchen table , his button up sleeves rolled up his forearms , the first two buttons down , along with his tie. his hair was messy and there was sweat forming around his neck — you felt like a pervert , this stranger offering to help you , and here you are thinking inappropriate thoughts about him.
“oh thank you so much.” shaking the thoughts from your mind , he was at least 13 years older than you , and his child was sitting no more than 10 feet away from you playing with your childhood toys. “i don’t know what i would’ve done without your help.”
he nodded , pushing his glasses up on his face. “i remember getting my first apartment.” he said. “i was just as excited as you were , of course that was a long time ago.”
“you speak like you’re 50 years old, you know that?“ he let out a laugh , running his hands through his hair. “i told you im 23 , you can’t be that older than me.”
“im 35 , so yes 23 was a long time in my eyes,” he said , his eyes studying you like before; a pit forming in your stomach as he spoke , his soft spoken voice; probably what he picked up from talking to his daughter. “you’re young and you have a lot of freedom , but you’ll learn.”
“why does it feel like i’m talking to my dad?”
he laughed, shaking his head. “your dads a smart man, i’m sure.”
he bent down to his daughter's height. “it’s time for us to go.” the girl pouted , holding the bunny in her hand. “time to give yn her bunny back.”
“what can i do to thank you?” you asked. “i know you said i don’t have to but i feel bad that i don’t have any cash , or anything.”
he picked the girl up , standing straight. “just no loud parties late at night , the last neighbor did that and it was so hard to get mei to sleep.”
“i promise , don’t want to keep this cutie up all night.” you pinched her cheek , she giggled. “and once again , thank you so much for helping me.”
he nodded. “now come on mei , it’s about time you ate and got ready for bed.” you walked them to the door , he turned one last time giving you a wave before he walked over to his apartment , which you finally closed the door.
“i’m telling you ningning, he’s fine as fuck.” you unpacked a box putting the plates your mother bought for cheap into the cabinets with the rest of the dishes. “i mean model type fine , like he could be an idol.”
“yeah and how old was he?” she asked on the phone , listening to you go on about your neighbor.
“he thirty-five but he— he’s thirty-five with a 4 year old daughter.” she interrupted you about to defend yourself. “you two are in two different places right now.”
“how so?”
“uh well it could be he’s thirty-five, established job with a child , and you — well look at you , you got your own place yeah , you’re also eating ramyeon out a plastic cup and you’re about to pull and all nighter because you still have to unpack but you moved on a random wednesday and still have class so you have to study and you a shift at the cafe tomorrow.”
“okay so you do have a point.” she hummed in agreement. “but like i can still think about him though , like it’s nothing wrong with that is it?” you asked.
“as long as you remember the four year old he’s probably putting to bed right now as you thirst over him.”
“you’re just determined to ruin my night aren’t you?” you rolled your eyes. “so negative it’s not like i’m gonna seduce him.”
“exactly what i’m doing , as your best friend im here to knock you out of your delusions of already wanting to fuck you neighbor.”
she had a point , you were being extremely delusional , he was so busy with his life ; he probably didn’t need another distraction. “you’re right , he probably sees me as a kid anyway , i mean he saw the entire box of stuffies i own.” you said.
“see now you’re being smart.”
“okay im gonna go now , before you come up with a new way to call me dumb.” you ended the call , finishing your food so you could get some unpacking done — at least find the sheets to your bed so you can get some sleep.
the next day you could barely function throughout the day , the two hours of sleep that you got that night was like a slap to the face ; you could practically see your bed through your closed eyes as you sat at the bottom of the first floor steps — you couldn’t possibly do those stairs right now. “i don’t believe anyone in this building is inherently dangerous , however the man on the second floor will probably step on you purposely if you fall asleep here.”
looking up you were met with kei again , aiko standing right by his side , her face lighting up when she saw you. you quickly stood , you reeked of coffee and looked like you were hit by a bus. “long day?”
“is it that easy to tell?” you said , why does this man always seem to catch you in your worst moments. “these steps were gonna kill me if i immediately went up them.”
“well are you ready now?” he asked. “aiko you think we can help the pretty young lady up the steps?” you couldn’t help but smile hearing calling you pretty , the man had some sort of hold on you already. “let’s get her up to her apartment.” the three of you started up the stairs , aiko holding on to your arm , telling you about her day in kindergarten.
“wow aiko you must be just as tired as i am.” you reached the door to your floor , kei opened letting you both through , watching as you two walked to the end of the hall where your units were; you bent down to her level. “seems like you need to get some rest and get ready for another day tomorrow?”
“well first she needs to eat dinner , so she can grow big and strong right?” the little girl nodded.
“what about you?” kei asked , you stood up. “have you eaten dinner yet?” that cookie you snuck from the case was all you had eaten for lunch , not having time.
“i’ll probably just eat some ramen , i haven’t had time to go to market , i know i should’ve went after school and work but i seriously couldn’t be bothered.” he shook his head disappointingly.
“ramen is not a suitable meal for someone your age to consistently eat , it’s unhealthy.” he opened the door to his unit , holding his hand out. “come i’ll make you dinner.”
“oh i couldn’t- you can and you will.” he said , gesturing for you to walk in. “come on, be a good girl.” the way he said that , you could feel the warmth pooling in your lower belly , he waited with his arm out — completely forgetting what ningning told you , he was the one inviting you in , not the other way around. you stepped into the unit , he followed behind , closing the door behind.
aiko had already run off , leaving you standing in his living room watching him take off his suit jacket , his broad shoulders filling out his white button up shirt. “you can take a seat on the couch if you like , if you’d like something to drink, all i have is juice and water,” he said. “i don’t drink with aiko around.”
“oh juice is fine.” you said , he nodded walking into the kitchen , you followed behind. the apartment was surprisingly clean despite having a four year old running around. “your house is nice.”
“seems like a girl lives here.”
he laughed , opening the fridge. “well a girl does live here , but if i let her decorate the apartment it would be full of photos of bunnies and the walls would be bubble gum pink.” he poured you a cup of orange juice. “if you’re implying a mystery girlfriend , then you would be wrong , it’s been a while since i had a girlfriend running around here.”
“even aikos mom?”
your big mouth running before your brain again ; he just pushed his glasses up on his face. “me and aikos mom were broken up before she was born , she lives with me for the week and then goes to her mothers for the weekend.” he explained , leaning on the counter , maintaining eye contact with you. “aiko is the only girl in my life right now.”
right now; you definitely held on to that. “now how about i get dinner started , i told aiko i’d make her favorite tonkatsu with rice and miso soup.” he said, pulling ingredients from the fridge. “how does that sound?”
“really fucking good.” you covered your mouth , looking around for the little girl. “i’m sorry.”
“she can’t hear you once she gets to playing with those toys , but a pretty girl like you shouldn’t use such strong language.” he said , rolling his sleeves up , you shifted in your seat , watching him move around in the kitchen , cutting up cabbage and preparing the cutlets — why did everything he do turn you on? him washing rice sent shivers down your spine.
“i feel like a burden sitting here.” you stood up. “is there anyway i could help you? i can start frying the meat.” you said , but he just shook my his head.
“if i wanted you to cook for yourself , i would’ve sent you home.” he said. “but if you must do something , you can set out three plates,” he said.
with a silent head nod , you walked over to where he was standing , opening the cabinets to grab the plate , reaching above to grab them , standing on your tippy toes , your fingers barely ghosting over them. “i got you.”
you felt the heat from his body on you , one arm holding on the counter , the other reaching above your head; he wasn’t caging you in , but you also made no efforts into moving , he pulled the plates down , sitting them on the counter. “i told you ; you don’t have to do anything , just be a good girl , sir there and look pretty.”
now he was caging you between the sink and himself. there air felt more constricted and you couldn’t breathe properly , he smiled. “come on, breathe for me pretty , can’t have you passing out on me can i?” you took a deep breath in , looking into the eyes of a man who is half your age. “good girl.”
you swore you were about to let out a moan. “k-kei.” his big hands coming up to your cheek.
“come on, you're a big girl, use your words.” even with his encouragement you were rendered speechless with his body towering over you. “how am i supposed to know what you need if you don’t speak to me pretty , i’m no mind reader.”
“i-i.” before you could say a word — whatever it was you were trying to say , aiko called from her room. “is it ready yet?”
“maybe next time, yeah?”
he reached behind you , taking the plates and handing them to you. “can you set the table now?” you nodded , still afraid of what might come out of your mouth if you open. “use your words.”
“yes.”
“do it then.” you grabbed the plates , shakenly setting each plate down while he began to fry the cutlets. aiko coming out holding her stuffed bunny. “see i have the same one like you , see.”
you smiled nodding at the little girl. “keep it by your side forever.” you said , kei finished frying the meat , you helped aiko into her chair.
“time to eat.”
dinner went by quickly , kei helping aiko cut up her cullet , feeding it to her. you smiled watching him interact with her. “eat your veggies okay.” he instructed the girl. “so you can grow big and strong." he made eye contact with you , your lower half loving the attention.
“you too , eat your veggies , you need energy right?”
after dinner , you stayed to help wash dishes , but you eventually had to leave. “i have to study.” you said to the pouty girl. “besides you have to get to bed soon i’m sure , i’ll see you tomorrow right?”
“tomorrow i go to mommy’s.” she said , you nodded.
“that’s right , well i’m sure i’ll see you soon.” you said. “maybe you can come knock on my door to let me know you’ve come back on sunday.” she nodded enthusiastically.
“okay , i will!”
“here.” kei emerged from the kitchen , holding a container in his hand. “take this with you for lunch tomorrow , don’t skip lunch just because you’re busy.” before you could resist he was pushing it into you hands. “don’t say no.”
“thank you , i’ll eat it.”
“i’m expecting you to hand that back to me tomorrow empty okay?” you nodded.
he walked you to the door , waiting for you to walk across the hall; unlocking your door and walking in , you turned waving before closing your door , finally letting out a deep breath — not only were you full from dinner , your panties had been damp all evening due to kei , this man that you’ve known only 2 days has plagued your mind more than any other man you’ve been with.
that night wasn’t a silent night for you at all , after putting the leftover food he sent you with; you took the coldest shower you could think of to cool your body off , but even that didn’t work — you needed something more.
you didn’t even bother putting clothes on , making your way to your empty bed , climbing in letting the ac cool your naked body as you reached for your trusty vibrator , your fingers ghosting your nipples , teasing yourself and turning the toy on , lightly pressing it on your neglected clit. “fuck.”
you moaned , eyes shutting imagining it was kei touching you like this , his big hands touching your breast the way he touched you face. “k-kei.” you pinched your nipples , his name falling from your lips as you fucked yourself silly , your legs shaking as you reached desperately tried cum — but it still wasn’t enough , the thought of him touching you ; fucking you , calling you good girl as he fucked you. when he pressed against you in the kitchen , you got a feel of his thick cock in his slacks , you could only imagine , pressing the toy on you clit more as you thought about him stretching you out. “fuck i’m gonna cum.”
you whimpered out , your second orgasm approaching rapidly , legs shaking. with the final thought of kei calling you a good girl , you came. “shit!”
you shrieked as you reached your peak, your chest moving validly as you came down from your high. you had tired yourself out , tossing the toy to the side , your eyes heavy , you could barely move to cover yourself before your eyes were closing and you were drifting off to sleep.
it was a friday evening when you slowly stumbled down the hall of your building ; you told ningning it was a bad idea to go out after work , but she insisted saying ‘we have no classes and you have the weekend off , what’s the harm?’ the harm was you struggling to open the door of your unit , your body slumping against the door. “stupid fucking door.” you banged on it — suddenly it opened up.
“yn?” kei stood , not in his usual business clothes , but sweats and black shirt that tightened around his muscles deliciously.
that is why you couldn’t get the door open ; it wasn’t your damn door to begin with. “kei.” you tried to stand up , he caught you before you could fall back down.
“you’re drunk.” he said
“hardly i only four drinks , that’s barely anything.” the older man held you tighten , taking the key from your hands , shutting the door , holding your body up as he opened your door.
“it was clearly enough , you can barely stand up baby girl.” hearing the nickname made you look up.
“don’t call me that.” you slurred , groaning. “it makes my heart race and my brain think things. he picked you up making his way to your room , body in his hand , he sat you down on the bed.
“yeah like what?” he said , taking your shoes off. “what do you think about?”
“what it would sound like when you call me that while touching me.” the alcohol making you say things you would only say inside your head ; or to ningning.
“come on let’s get you into bed.” he pulled the covers back , your bright pink vibrator right where you threw it yesterday , he tried to ignore it , but the thought of you touching yourself — maybe to the thought of him. “come on.”
“i ate the lunch you packed for me , just like you said.” you crawled into bed , just pushing the vibrator to the side.
“good girl.” he did it just to see your reaction , which didn’t disappoint him , your whiny voice , cheeks flushed from the alcohol as you pouted.
“i said don’t call me that if you aren’t gonna take responsibility.”
“pretty im half your age , what are you gonna do with an old man like me?” pulling the covers over your body.
“i-i’m not a kid , i have my own apartment, im a big girl.” your words slurred , eyes closed , he laughed.
“yeah you do , but look at the state of you , you need someone to take care of you , you almost broke your key and my door trying to get into my unit.” he teased. “it’s cute watching you prove yourself to me though.”
the alcohol running through your body making you way too confident , you grabbed him by his shirt pulling into a kiss. “i-i want you.”
“you’re drunk.” he released your grip on his shirt. “i’m not those boys you hook up with i’m not gonna do anything to you when you’re drunk.”
“m’not drunk.”
“yeah okay , you couldn’t tell me what day it is , i don’t care if you’re a little bit tipsy , nothing is happening tonight except you going to bed.” he said , as much his cock was desperately twitching in his sweats , there was no way you could consent to what he wanted to do with you. “now close your eyes.”
you listened with a pout. “don’t pout , i don’t like bratty girls , i like good girls.” he said. “you’re a good girl aren’t you?” you nodded. “good now, sleep.”
watching you slip into a deep sleep , he went into your bathroom hoping to find some medication for your obvious headache in the morning , filling up a glass of water and sitting it on your nightstand — taking one final look at you before leaving you be taking his leave back to apartment ; to deal with his other problem
his hands wrapped around the base of his cock ; the moment he got back to his apartment , he went straight to his room — stripping himself of his underwear and sweats. he barely had time to do his normal routine , dealing with work, aiko and every day life ; there was simply no time to take care himself , and when there was a little time he was too exhausted to do anything but rest.
but with you around , giving him plenty to think about. pumping his length , he thought about the other night , it was for only a short time , but he was sure you felt his cock pressed against your ass. thinking about bending you over , fucking you against the counter — his bigger frame covering yours as he pounded into you. “fuck.”
he could tell you’d react so well for him , the way you reacted to when he called you good girl , he could see your eyes glazing over , the look of need. he stroked his cock faster. he knew you’d be tight — fuck you’d milk his cock he knew it , he groaned squeezing his balls in his hand as he fastened his pace , the thought of his young neighbor crying from his cock had him bursting , cumming all over his hand.
breathing heavily as he came down from his high ; he pushed his glasses up on his face , he laid there , his cum staining his stomach as thoughts of you still plagued his mind. he was half your age , he shouldn’t even be thinking about you in this manner — but it didn’t stop his cock twitching at the thought of you , blood rushing back down to his balls , his hand wrapping around the base ready to go again.
the next morning you woke up to the room still spinning and your ears ringing — and then the memories kicked in and you wanted to die.
after wallowing in self pity for an hour , you got out of bed and showered , still smelling like yesterday and whatever you had to drink — how the hell would you ever face kei again? you completely embarrassed yourself. getting dressed and taking the pill left on your night stand , another reminder of kei being in your space seeing you wasted out of your mind. you need to apologize for everything. you didn’t want to , just wanting to forget it ; but how could you forget kissing him.
your hand hovered over his apartment door , holding the empty controller cringing as you knocked. you really didn’t want to be doing this , but it was the grown up thing to do. you waited for him to answer , almost turning back into your unit — too bad the door opened up.
“yn.” kei stood there in the same outfit from last night , his hair tossed around like had just woken up. “you okay?”
“i’m so sorry.” a plethora of apologies spilled from your lips. “it was so inappropriate for me to do that , being drunk doesn’t excuse that.” you lower your head in shame. “i’m so embarrassed right now.”
“look at me.” he said , waiting for you to raise your head ; which you did. “come in and eat something.” taking the container from your hand.
you were almost afraid to walk in , but he just guided you into the unit , his hand on your lower back , closing the door. “i’m not really hungry.” you both entered his kitchen.
“you need to eat something.” he brought out a bowl , filling it with rice and an egg. “i’m pretty sure you have a hangover , did you take the pill i left out for you?” he sat across from you , his arms folded , waiting for your answer.
“i did thank you.”
“you shouldn’t drink like that , it can’t be healthy for you.” he said , already lecturing you while you ate. “and to come home like that alone isn’t safe , anything can happen to a young girl who’s drunk.”
“i wasn’t that drunk.” you lied knowing full well you can’t even remember if you came home with shoes. “just a little tipsy.” you finished off your food. he stood up , taking the bowl , sitting in the sink.
“ a little tipsy.” he laughed , but it wasn’t the hearty laugh you knew from the man , this one was different. “what exactly do you remember from last night?”
“uh..” you were too embarrassed to say it , so you just lowered your head , he grabbed your cheeks, lifting your head. “come on speak , i know you remember.”
“you need me to remind you?”
his body hovering over your sitting frame , your neck cranning up to look at him. “you admitting to me that you think about me touch you , you wanted me to take responsibility — you don’t remember that?”
“no need to apologize to me pretty , i’ll take responsibility,” he said. “you have to be a good for me , can you remember what i told you yesterday or do you need a reminder?” he bent down to your level. “i told you i like good girls , i’ll only take responsibility if you be a good girl.”
“can you do that for me?”
you nodded , he released your cheeks. “use your words.” he said , his tone more authoritative than his usual soft tone.
“yes.”
he smiled. “good , than stand up for me.” you obeyed his word , standing up. “come on.” he took you back to his room , sitting down on his bed , gesturing for you come sit on his lap. “come here.”
you sat on his lap , feeling the hardness of his cock through his sweats. “you feel that?” the man said. “been fucking hard since last night , you kept running that pretty mouth of yours , got me all worked up no matter how much i tried to jerk off.” he kissed your neck. “i shouldn’t be doing this with you , you’re too young.”
“im old enough , im not a kid.” you sighed feeling his lips on yours. “i want it , i want you.”
“yeah?” he lifted you off his lap , “get on your knees for me then.” you sunk down to the floor , crawling in between his legs. “good girl , take me out.” he sat back watching your hands undo the ties to his sweats , lifting his hips up allowing you to pull them down to his ankles , his cock hard against his underwear , you kissed his bulge.
“take it out.”
you released his cock , his thick length almost slapping you in the face; you wrapped your hands around it , stroking his length , he groaned. “fuck that’s it — such a good girl f’me , put it in your mouth.”
you took his cock into your mouths , barely able to fit him into your mouth , you wrapped your hand around what you couldn’t fit. “your mouth is so tiny , i barely fit.” he groaned as you bobbed your head up and down. “come on take all of if , you can do it.”
he held your head down , guiding you all the way down his cock. “fuck that’s it , take all of it.” the elder man moaned , his hand tightening in your hair , you gagged around his length , his hips fucking up into your mouth. “tight fucking throat , gonna cum.”
pulling you off , his cock holding your head in place while he used the other one to jerk off. “open your mouth.” you obeyed , waiting for his cum. “good girl -fuck-” he came with a hiss , covering your lips in his cum. “come on , lick it off.” licking your lips , you brought your mouth back to his tip , sucking on it.
“sh-shit you’re gonna kill me.” you smiled pulling away from his cock , kissing the tip. “you love sucking my dick that much?” you nodded.
“so much.”
“that’s not being a good girl, pretty , that’s being a slut.” your thighs clenched involuntarily as the degrading nickname. “you’re a slut for my dick.” the sudden change in his behavior made your head spin , he smirked seeing the look in your eyes , slapping the tip on your lips. “get up.”
throwing your body down on the bed , he got rid of his clothes climbing on top of you , reaching for your shorts , pulling them down. “no panties?” he looked up at you , smirking condescendingly. “did you come over here to apologize or get dicked down by someone years older than you.” rubbing his length along your folds , the noise embarrassingly loud.
“pussy so noisy baby you’re making such a mess.”
“kei pl-please.” you whimpered , your hole clenching around nothing as he teased you. “pl-please fuck me.” your voice full of need and desperation.
he teased his tip inside , cursing as your warm cunt sucked him in. “so fucking tight pretty , relax.” he held your waist as he slowly moved , pushing his cock deeper inside. “you’re so tiny down there , i don’t think you’ll be able to take all of me.”
“i can do it please , i want it all.” you moaned. “i-i can take it.”
“yeah.” he looked down where you were already impaled on his cock. “well then take it.” he pushed himself all the way in , you let out what could only be a squeal , his cock stretching you out.
“fuck pretty , you’re squeezing me so tight -fuck- can barely move.”
“b-big.” you stuttered.
he moved slowly , your silky cunt. “i know , but you said you wanted it , you said you can take it right?” he kissed your fluttering eyelashes. “you’re not going back on your word right?”
his cock hitting deep inside you , shaking your head with a loud moan. “good girl.” you clenched.
“fa-faster.” lifting your waist up getting a deeper angle , he fastened his pace , your moans picking up. “ke-kei!”
it all felt like too much , your hands fell to his waist , pushing at it. “no don’t run from me now.” he grabbed your hands , pinning them above your head , pushing your legs up on your chest. “you said you can take it , so be a good girl and take it.” your eyes rolling to the back of you bed as he pounded into you. “that’s it.” he grunted.
“you look so pretty going dumb on my cock.” he grunted. “such a pretty girl , you're gonna cum for me? make a mess on my dick?”
you whimpered. “fe-feels weird.”
he laughed condescendingly. “no baby that means you’re pretty little pussy is about to squirt for me.” he attacked your clit with harsh finger eights. “go ahead cum.”
your legs shook as you finally snapped , your juices wetting his lower half ; that didn’t stop him though , he kept fucking you , holding you down as he plowed into you — he was ruining you. “too much.”
“i’m almost there you can hold it.” he grunted. “don’t be selfish, baby , let me cum.” his balls tightening , he was about to cum. “sh-shit.” you were on cloud nine as he finally came , pulling out to cum on your puffy cunt. “so messy.”
tapping his cock on your cunt , making your legs shake in response. “i think you got another in you.”
before you could protest he was in between your legs , his mouth kissing your clit. “kei wa-wait.” you grabbed his hair. he looked up at you through his lashes , before dove into your cunt , licking up his mess — your body felt like liquid in his hand as he skillfully used his tongue.
you felt your second orgasm of the night was approaching you tried to pull away but he held your wrist , keeping you in place. “k-kei i’m gonna cum again.”
this orgasm was even more intense than the last , you genuinely felt like you were gonna pass out ; it was only two orgasms but the way he fucked had you feeling like you had been at it for hours , you were literally shaking as he pulled away , giving your clit one final kiss.
“you look so cute , all ruined for me.” he kissed you lips softly. “just lay there , i’ll take care of you.”
and that he did , running a warm bath for you to soak in , he cleaned your body , softly working the soap into your skin , washing you off , leaving you to soak your aching bones in the water while he cleaned the bed up , replacing the bedding , warming the blanket it for you to climb under after the bath.
he gave you a shirt to sleep in , leaving water by the bed side. “you need to drink , you’re gonna get dehydrated.”
“even after all that , you’re gonna nag me?” you pouted , pulling him down into bed.
“well yes i am , you lost a bunch of fluids don’t you think?” your cheeks flushed. “exactly , so you need to drink.”
“fine i will.”
“good girl.” you bit down on your lower lip , he smirked. “are you serious , i can’t keep up with you pretty , you know i’m an old man , my stamina isn’t like yours.”
“you’re not sixty , and i can feel that you’re still hard.” you said , touching his half hard cock through his sweats, he cursed. “see?”
“i’m not giving into your pleas princess , you’re just gonna have to to wait until later , when you’ve recovered a bit and ate something.”
“jesus you really are an old man , aren’t you?” he pinched your side. “ouch.”
“god forbid i keep you from passing out , keep being a brat i wont give you anything later.” he whispered against your temples , you quickly gave in.
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