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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.”

After hell week of classes, this is just what you needed. Fruity drinks, ridiculous conversation, and much missed downtime as music plays loudly in the background while your other friends drift about just as (if not more) plastered than you.

It wasn’t necessarily rare for you to be at parties but it was for Riki as he was always the more introverted one in your friendship. Not like anyone would be able to point that out as fact right now if they payed attention to you two tucked away on the couch as he passionately pleads his case.

Usually instead of drinking out, he’d rather drink in. It was simpler that way. Nobody trying too hard, nobody misconstruing everything and anything he’d say— just you, his interests and his peace. How you managed to drag him out with you tonight is a mystery that will remain unsolved.

The smell of his cologne and one too many shots permeates the warm air and the faith you have in your dress is nothing short of astounding as you fold one of your legs under you, the other resting on top of Riki’s foot while he finishes your drink for you— scrunching his nose before smacking his lips.

“Too sweet.” You stick your tongue out at him before swiping his drink— downing the bitter liquid out of spite.

To others, you both probably come off as more than what you are because of how close you are. Touchy enough to raise more than a few eyebrows. You aren’t though and you two never have been , it’s just how things have always been— it’s the way you’ve always been.

Close.

You both learned to ignore the stupid questions and side eyes from a society that just didn’t understand. Assumptions that because you’re both hot and tall and are basically always together that you must be fooling around.

You weren’t.

Comfort plus proximity shouldn’t be demanded to equal sex.

Cutting Riki off with a dramatic groan, you stand by your own argument.

“I’m saying guys who don’t have one exist! And that style is completely valid.” Scoffing, he doesn’t say anything for a few beats, content with massaging your leg hes pulled into his lap. Your head starts to swim as you lean back against the couch.

You’re not giving a second thought to the warm rings on his fingers wrapped around your calf, Riki’s thumb stroking your ankle absentmindedly. So used to his touch that you don’t even flinch. He’s never given you reason to. Just when you think you should’ve ate more before drinking so much, he asks— low voice full of curiosity and something that could be dangerous; plump lips tilted in a lazy grin.

“Then do you have one?”

“Huh?”

Riki laughs, jerking his chin up at you. “You heard me. Do you have one? A thing.”

In the long course of your friendship, you’ve talked about everything. Anything. Even the nothing in between but this was uncharted territory. It was also fun. The sudden intensity has your nerves going haywire— making you almost giddy as another drunken giggle spills out of you.

“Why do you wanna know?” Riki shrugs.

“Following your logic so humor me.” You roll your eyes as if contemplating before shaking your head at him, barely holding back a smile at the way he honest to god pouts.

“Come on! Pleaaasee? I’ll be your best friend?” You snort at that and the sound widens the grin on Riki’s lips, hands moving more incessantly as he whines and whines until you give in.

Motioning him closer with pretty nails that he paid for, he comes. Breathing in the sugar of your perfume as blown eyes stare into his lidded ones. The sound of partying around you has you dropping your voice to a conspiring whisper against his parted lips with how close to you he is.

He’s pretty. You think not for the first time but anyone with eyes can tell that Riki Nishimura is objectively gorgeous.

“Promise not to tell anyone?”

Still, nothing more than platonic interest as he nods, face flushed from the alcohol, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he whispers back,

“Yeah. ‘S our secret.”

Taking a deep breath that’s more his air than your own, you tell him.

“I’ve always thought anal was hot.”

Your smile is way too bright for what just came out of your mouth and more importantly, you two shouldn’t even be having this conversation as hammered as you are and yet—

Riki chokes, brows raising higher by the second. Jaw dropped like he can’t believe it once what you said truly registers. Looking you over one more time and he realizes he definitely can. “You ever done it before?” You shake your head no as the playful atmosphere shifts.

Heated but not quite on fire.

“Then what do you like so much about it if you’ve never done it?” His focus is completely zeroed in on you and it’s intense. Shifting to feign some sort of normalcy, you reach up to play with his hair.

“I mean I’ve done— have toys and stuff but I guess I just like the completely taken-ness of it? Of someone fucking both of my holes because they own both of my holes and—“,

“Because you’re a slut and you’d let them?” The low rasp is whispered directly in your mouth and the sharpness of the jab short circuits you. Riki’s called you names before and you never minded but the way he was doing it now made you want.

Earliers warmth begins to simmer low in your stomach, temperature rising. Still, you beam back at him, shameless as ever as you bat pretty lashes.

“Exactly. You know me so well.” Burying his face into your neck, he growls in your ear— rough and primal and you gasp; holding his shirt that much tighter. Moving to look into your eyes again, this time it’s there.

Neither of you say anything.

Riki’s head is still reeling from inebriation and the image of you fucking your asshole with toys you bought and never told him about while you’re fighting unconsciousness with wet panties and a content smile when—

“Yo, Niki!”

Turning his head, his friend James walks in the room. He notices the position you’re in but doesn’t say anything because he’s long since come to terms with the fact that you two aren’t like that. To him it’s unbelievable because if he had a pretty girl best friend with great style and an even better ass, he’d be all over that but to each their own.

“We’re about to go get into a couple rounds of flip over, wanna be on my team?”

Riki breaks into a grin. “I’m there, hold on”, he turns to you; kissing both your cheeks until you whine in tired irritation, pushing his face away.

“There she is— where’s your phone?” You’re ready to pass out or pee but you’re nice enough to reach inside your dress and hand him your cell before you do. Typing in your password, he sends a quick text to your other close friend Esther telling her to come pick you up because you’re clearly done for the night.

Meanwhile, his other friend Heeseung has also come to see what the hold up is as Riki helps you to your feet.

“Hey— I’m gonna go play a few games with the guys but Esther is on her way to come pick you up. Be good, okay baby?” You pout, clearly displeased by the very one sided choices made.

“I’m leaving?” Riki puffs out an amused laugh.

“Yes, I’d take you home but I’ve been drinking too so it’s not safe.” Another huff, this time you push your hair back too, lashes fluttering sweetly as you whine out,

“But I haven’t even been fucked yet.” James head snaps up, jaw dropped at the same time Riki’s eyes widen but Heeseung is quicker than the both of them, moving to you with his lips curved in an entirely too tempting smile.

“I could definitely do that for you if you’d like baby—“,

“Hmm! And that’s enough”, Riki cuts in and has you over his shoulder in record time. Sending a look to Heeseung that says ‘don’t push it’.

“Life already has her covered in that department— slow music and everything but thanks.” Walking out of the room, you wave bye to Heeseung. Wasted, tits threatening to come out any second and missing an earring while your dress has ridden up to the point where your bare ass cheek is on Riki’s jaw and Heeseung?

He waves back.

A couple minutes later Esther is there to get you, you go home while Riki stays and your earlier moment is forgotten as a fireball induced episode.

Weeks go by.

You two still hang out, you still go shopping, Esther still tells you you can ditch him at any time to bump coochies eternally with her but Riki still hasn’t forgotten what you told him that night you were so drunk that you swore you were 30 feet tall. The way you looked, the way you smelled— glossy lips parted in a devastating smile as you whispered,

“I’ve always thought anal was hot.”

Sends blood to his dick every time. It’s like your voice haunts him along with that short strapless dress and the soft plumpness of your ass when you were hoisted over his shoulder. Hes reluctant to admit that he did not like Heeseung or anyone hitting on you for that matter. Which is strange because you’ve told him about your hookups before and he’s mentioned a few of his own but he’s never seen you in that way so why?

He thinks he’s subtle trying to figure it out but he’s not.

In other words, you notice.

Riki has always had a staring problem but these days it’s become a chronic condition of his. Not just the staring but the touching.

He’s always touched you, but now he touches you like he’s looking for something, large hands constantly feeling over you. Palming your thighs, waist, neck, shoulders, hips and even your ass before smoothing up your back.

Stepping back a bit so you can look at him, the silent pressure baring down on you from the weight of his stare is unnerving.

“Niki”, you swallow down your nerves, “Is everything okay?”

You two just got back to his place from the mall, there was a new drop he wanted to get and you needed a place to show off your newest heart-shaped heels. And it had been nice but something just felt stilted.

You don’t know it but looking into your eyes, all he can picture is you on all fours playing with both your holes as you writhe dazed and needy trying to cum.

He’s touching you again, standing so close he can count the glitters scattered on your skin from your perfume. Wordlessly, he pulls you back into the hug, face buried in your throat. You shiver when he inhales, warm breath tickling you as you cautiously return the embrace. He’s touchy but he’s normally not so…clingy. Maybe something happened that he’s not ready to talk about? Or maybe it’s just been a rough wee—

“I like this top.” He mumbles, fingers brushing the hem of your arguably indecent shirt. That was just your style though. Where he was baggy, you were skimpy.

“Thanks—“,

“Like the skirt too. Where’d we get it?”

“Ed Hardy.”

“Mmm…”

Now, you’re worried.

“Okay— what’s up?” Moving back again, you’re quick to put out your hand to keep the distance when he tries to move in again.

“What are you talking about?” He’s immediately defensive. You huff.

“I mean what’s with you?” Riki stays quiet so you persist. “You’ve been so… I don’t know— weird lately. Like there’s something you’re holding back and I know”, you keep going but louder when he opens his mouth to speak, “I know I’m a lot of things but I am not dumb.”

He calls your name but you’re so fed up you’re shaking. You know that he knows how much you hate being purposefully kept in the dark.

“What is it you aren’t telling me?” Your faces crumples when he stays silent, shaking his head.

“Do you not want to be friends with me anym—“,

“No!” You jump at his sudden volume, some of the hurt easing off your face and you let him pull you in again, dropping his head on your shoulder. Overly aware of the way he can’t seem to keep off of you.

He breathes out something like a tired laugh, low and raw with hunger.

“Baby.”

Your breath hitches.

“Do you really not remember?” Goosebumps break out along your arms when you feel him nose up your jaw to your ear, kissing it with all the slow heat of a starved hellhound finally allowed to eat. Your voice comes out shaky, nothing like yourself as your heart pounds wildly.

“R-remember wh—“,

“Exactly.” What little bit of your bearings you were trying to gather scatter again when you feel tongue, sloppy and hot lapping at your throat before plump lips suck at your jaw.

“And here it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

It’s like being struck by lightning, how fast arousal burns through you. Igniting every nerve with a wicked heat. You squirm, trying to fight the way you’re actively melting against your best friend of all people. Riki groans when you say his name. A breathy, confused little thing that has him chubbing up in his pants.

“That night”, he pauses to breathe you in again. Moving like he’s drunk— he’s all over you, “At Suihiro’s party”, you admittedly remember close to nothing about that night but wait for him to continue.

“You told me you like getting your ass fucked.”

Your central system drops. Malfunctions more like.

“I— t-that’s—“, words scramble and fall apart on your tongue. So much was happening. This is your best friend. Why does he know about one of your more taboo fantasies? You’ve talked about sex but for the most part kept it brief.

This shouldn’t be happening but it is.

You shouldn’t be letting it but you are.

Nothing’s changed right?

He’s the same best friend that’s seen you wax your stomach and free-bleed when you were at the end of your rope during your period. You’ve seen him snot cry over his first kiss accidentally being a guy instead of the girl he was nuts about when you were in 8th grade.

You were the first to defend him in anything. The first to include him when he was excluded and the only to stand by him when he’d get exiled as the quiet weird kid until he developed and got hot. Then suddenly all his imperfections were chic.

You were there for each other through it all.

“It’s okay”, he purrs, hands greedily kneading your waist before smoothing up your sides, thumbs caressing just below your breasts.

“I’m not making fun of you— I think it’s hot too.”

More wet kisses rain down on any skin he can reach, mouth open and ravenous when he slots it against yours. It’s filthy, your tongues sliding and curling around each other while you hang onto him like your life depends on him.

Riki’s lips feel so good on yours it leaves you breathless. Ridiculously plush lips pull and suck at yours and the pleading moan you sigh into his mouth drives him off the edge of reason. He needs to have you.

One hand leaves your waist to grab the hair at the back of your head, holding you harder to his mouth as he moves his head to deepen the kiss, sucking on your tongue until you feel it in your clit and distantly it dawns on you.

You’re wet.

“Niki…”, you breathe. Barely more than a whimper but the pure need in it has him sliding off your lips with a harsh suck.

Panting against his mouth, he rests his forehead against yours, swallowing your taste as he breathes in another lungful of you. The fingers wound in your hair tighten, making you bare your throat and the even the sting feels good.

“Fuck, don’t say my name like that”, starving eyes take in the picture you make. Eyeliner starting to smudge because of your teary eyes, lip color smudged to all hell on your kiss-swollen lips, stiff nipples poking through your shirt.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy”, surging to your mouth again, Riki kisses you until the breath you inhale— he exhales. He kisses you with the encompassing desperation of the voice screaming in his head mine, mine, mine.

“Thought about you for weeks”, he confesses. “Please,”, kissing his way back down your throat, teeth grazing your pulse, holding his tongue flush to it long enough to feel every quickened beat. He’s never been this out of his mind and he can’t seem to stop and what’s worse?

You don’t want him to.

“I want to sooo bad— but only if you want to-“, you cup his face to slow him down a little, ground him even though yes, you do want to but it’s affection. Affection from you. Don’t you know what that does to him? Picking you up, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

Your eyes widen when you feel how hard he is but Riki doesn’t pay it any mind, too busy sucking countless bruises into your neck. Moaning high and needy when his full lips brush over that spot that makes you shiver.

“Niki…” you start but in all honesty you don’t know where to. You can’t believe you missed the budding attraction between you two. How one little spark could turn into a house fire.

“Yeah, pretty? M’here.”

And he wasn’t making things easier for you.

“You’re— hard…”, voice trailing off almost shyly but to him it’s cute. You’re normally so bold, cheeky and now? Raising his head level to yours he smiles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Of course I’m hard— been hard for weeks. Ever since you told me that you like to fuck yourself, toys and all in—“, another slot of heat slams through you so strongly it makes you gasp, slapping a palm over his mouth before he can finish.

“Riki Nishimura!”

The smug look doesn’t go away as you slowly move your hand, silently daring him to run his mouth one more time. He doesn’t have to, you do it for him when that last bit catches up.

“Wait, I told you about the toys?” He shouldn’t revel in your obvious embarrassment so much but your reactions were so, so good. Instead, he simply nods, going back to smooching slow, heated kisses up your jaw.

“And the worst part is you don’t even need ‘em”,

“I’ll fuck you wherever you want, baby.” His voice is coated with honey, sweet enough to make you dissolve into him like a sugar cube in tea. Shifting you in his hold, he grinds against your pussy. The wet fabric clings deliciously to your clit, a perfect friction that has you keening needily into his mouth.

“Jus’ gotta let me…”, Riki drags your bottom lip out with his teeth before letting go, kissing it when it pops back into place and blood roars in your ears. Then, you’re nodding. Handing over your willing and eager consent to the one person you thought you’d never get with.

Faster than you can keep track of, you’re thrown over a shoulder and then on top of a bed.

Riki moves fast.

Clothes fly.

First his, then yours. You can’t help the way you stare— from his pretty face down the toned contours of his body and the tattoo he wound up getting of your lips one night when a friend of yours asked if you two were dating.

“She’s my best friend, no we’re not a couple.” When he got asked why not, you simply bent down, lifted Riki’s shirt and pressed your lips tight against the flat of his pelvis. Winking at him when you were done, you pranced off with the next dummy that wouldn’t last a week with you.

His friend was stunned but Riki was all too used to it.

“Too busy being a sex symbol.” Shooting him a sleazy grin, he points to your fresh lipstick. “See?”

Your eyes trail lower to the concerningly large bulge; whining low in your throat when you imagine it inside you. Pulling Riki to your lips he’s practically falling over to kiss you. Lips move firm against each other, fruity smelling breath coasts across his mouth in hot puffs making him groan.

He’s so hard.

The low sound rouses something inside you as you lick across the seam of his mouth, taking his bottom lip in your own mouth; sucking before pulling away with a wet moan— looking up at the remnants of Riki’s sanity with hazy ‘fuck me’ eyes.

Oh it’s like that?

Wordlessly, Riki flips you onto your stomach, ignoring your indignant huffs as he arches your back nice and high— ass perfectly displayed. The sight makes him groan, brows furrowed in restraint. Your cunt looks good enough to eat, darkened fabric hugging your pussy lips because of how soaked you are.

“Damn, look at her— so sloppy f’me…”

Your breath stutters so hard you choke, cunt clenching around nothing when you feel him drag your underwear down your trembling thighs. Partially because of nerves and because you know any moment now, he’ll see it. And he does.

Right when he deepens your arch, hips tilting when he catches a glimpse of it.

There, above your sopping wet pussy is your other hole and snug inside is a crystal clear plug. Your hole is stretched around it, giving your asshole the prettiest fucking gape but what really gets him is the sound you make when he tugs it juuust a little.

Riki freezes, cock twitching almost violently.

Slick drips steadily out of you now, making a mess on his sheets when he does it again, feeling the way your hole grips the intrusion.

“You really are a little anal slut”, squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head no against the pillows but the proof is right in front of him.

Cooing, Riki cracks a heavy hand down on your ass and you jerk— bleating out a sharp cry as he does it again to your opposite cheek. The pain feels so good. Your watery eyes glaze over while your swollen pussy leaks.

“No? Then why is she so wet, baby?” You don’t have an answer and you both know why.

“Has this been in the entire time?” It’s too embarrassing to say. Makes you feel called out, exposed— like a pervert but you don’t wanna stop.

Riki keeps you spread and arched for him as he brings his hand lower, flicking your clit with a sudden brutal kind of precision as you scream. You know what you have to do if you want him to ease up but you stay silent until the flicks turn into slaps— sharp, direct and punishing on your poor nub.

The sounds are disgusting.

Sloppy and vulgar and everything that’s been consuming him as he watches you smear your makeup drooling into his pillow. Heat flashes inside you in waves, smashing your sense onto the shores of shameful desperation.

More slaps hail down on your puffy folds when you don’t respond, strings of your wet slick stick to his hand every time he brings it down on you. On one particularly harsh hit, his warm ring catches on your clit nearly sending you into convulsions as you break— voice wrecked and pathetic.

“Mmmph— y-yesss! Fuck me, yess-! s’ been in the whole time”, your voice cracks in a way that sounds nothing like you as you beg. “Please— Niki!”

The hand between your thighs goes from punishing to rewarding, swirling your clit in nasty circles. You’re so wet it’s obscene, audible. Riki presses himself flush to your back, biting the mark he left over your pulse hard enough to make you writhe while your pussy cries all over his hand.

You spread your legs wider when he backs up a bit just to look at you. Asshole stuffed, folds swollen and enflamed after being spanked raw, slick dripping in rivulets because your cunt is still empty as you present yourself for him so prettily.

“Look at you”, his timbre pours over you like warm velvet. “She’s drooling so much— s’like she’s starving.”

His other hand smooths up the soft curve of your ass, tracing the base of your toy before tugging— the first flared ball pops from your rim and the result is instantaneous.

He watches your pussy convulse, spasming tight around nothing at the same time your clit throbs against his fingers as he strums the overstimulated nub faster. The cry that comes out of you is visceral, hardly passable as cute to your own ears but you’re so lost in the depravity of pleasure that how it all looks doesn’t matter.

“Such a messy little slut.”

And shoves it right back in, the force of pressure felt through that gooey spot near your bellybutton and for a second you think he’s killed you.

Your entire body locks before exploding. Eyes rolling back, drool pooling beneath your cheek as white-hot pleasure overtakes you. A wet noise between a moan and a scream belts from your chest before ending in a sob of his name seconds before your pussy starts to gush and he moans with you. Biting his lip at the absolute scene you make.

“Thaaats my good fuckin’ girl…”, he hisses through clenched teeth. “Pissing cum all over me, just what we needed, yeah baby?” Jesus fuck.

You wail. Riki doesn’t stop.

So you keep cumming. Harder than you ever have— hard enough to make your head begin to hurt, legs shaking as you begin to cry in earnest, fat tears streaking your once perfect makeup. Every wracked sob is met with a burning heavy spank. When you try to get away, move up the bed to catch some type of break, large fingers wind around your neck to hold you in place.

“C—“, your voice cracks. “Came already! M’ done!”

Riki hums, as if contemplating the validity of your statement before fucking two fingers in your empty hole with a damningly loud squelch. She immediately tightens, sucking his fingers like it’s exactly what she was crying so much for and he can feel it.

The way she clenches in greedy pulses.

Scoffing out a condescending laugh through his nose, he grinds the heel of his palm on your still throbbing clit.

“No you’re not, not even close but you’re gonna be good for me until I say you are. Okay?”

And you nod. Because you’d let him do whatever he wanted to you and he knows that.

You’d always let him.

Times when you were out together with your friends and you’d get overwhelmed and ask to be alone and when they’d leave he’d stay because he knew you’d let him. The constant in your life.

The constant exception.

You’ve loved him since day one.

You gasp when he twists his fingers inside your sappy walls and his name escapes your lips needy and unbidden. Draping himself over you, he’s there— leaning over to meet you in another wet kiss. Shudders wrack your body as he licks into your mouth, tongue undulating against yours in the nastiest movements and more heat washes over you making you twitch around him as you get wetter.

There’s 3 fingers now, stretching you out something utterly sick. Chest heaving, there’s no time to catch your breath when his thumb is back on your clit— strumming in mean, heady swipes.

You lose it.

Thick, wet trills shred your throat— pressure building until you can’t take it. Riki watches you fall apart again for him, hypnotized by the way your cunt swallows his fingers. His entire hand is covered in you as your breath quickens. Your raw, teary sobs has his cock aching as they take on another pitch entirely. “You— fuck-! ‘S always you!”

Something darker than possessiveness rolls over him at your confession, pupils widening with a frightening kind of hunger when he curls his fingers— knuckling into that gooey spot that turns you to static as you drool.

You were so lovely like this—sweaty and overwhelmed. All for him; pretty face contorted in agonizing bliss as you cum with spread legs in his lap— drenching you both in your juices. Dipping his head, he takes your mouth in another melty kiss, grinding his leaky erection against your ass, groaning when he feels your slick walls pulsate.

“Gonna cum again, sweetness?” Riki purrs lowly against your lips, lapping a hot swipe across the seam of your open mouth.

Stars dance in your eyes as you nod, letting out a weak hiccuping sob of what you hope sounds like confirmation. Heat coils tight and thick in your center— consuming you in its raw bliss. “Words baby, the ones you love mouthing off t’me with.”

Immediately, indignation sears across your face as you shake your head to deny it. Pointless because it’s true. You have a smart mouth— always had a smart smooth and because he’s always around you, he usually catches the worst of it. Riki hums, brow raising in mock belief.

“No? That couldn’t have been you”, he concedes, really fucking into your g-spot now as he fucks your sopping cunt with a vicious precision. “Not when all it takes to get you so sweet and obedient is a stuffed asshole and someone touching your crybaby pussy right?”

Oh god. He’s trying to kill you.

“You’re a good girl as long as you get these greedy holes fucked, yeah?”

“Y-yeah.. ‘m your good girl.”

A clear slot of arousal soaked in satisfaction, settles in his gut before pooling out, leaving him scorching from the inside out.

Thrusting harder, he switches from the heel of his hand to thumb— treating your clit like a fidget toy; moving the plug in tandem, your puffy rim squeezing and stretching. It’s entirely too much, your skin practically vibrating when he starts to batter that spot that has your teary eyes rolling all the way back.

Squirming, your swiftly approaching end is so piercing you don’t know what to do with yourself. Watery babbles pour from your swollen, spit-soaked lips, trying so hard to listen.

Riki hisses as you tighten like a vice, creamy squelching from your pulpy cunt echo in a spine tingling harmony with your moans.

You’re on cloud nine, body one raw nerve from the pleasure but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he goes harder; veiny forearms bulging as he works you stupid. “Just like that, pretty. We needed this sooo bad..” He breathes out, voracious want in his voice and you push out a hoarse cry.

“I know,” his low voice cooes— your toes point and relax as your body is submerged in wave after wave of numbing euphoria; your best friend watching you go brainless in real time.

“Can’t believe you thought I didn’t wanna be friends anymore…”

The idea of him ever leaving you before was ridiculous but especially now. Enamored with the lewd way your stuffed hole stretches around his fingers, clit fat with arousal, the next heavy strums are personal. “I wanna be everything, pretty girl”, you can hardly breathe anymore, mouth open in a choked wail as his thick digits pummel you.

“And you, gorgeous”, leaning over you again, he kisses you feverishly— filling your mouth with tongue as you suck on the wet muscle. Riki growls, letting you get your fill until he pulls away with a wet slop.

“You’re gonna cum for me.”

He slams your plug in to the hilt so he can hold you still; broad hand snapping around your windpipe to hold you to the bed— make you take it while he talks you right off the edge.

Truth is you couldn’t hold it if you tried. The first wave has your stomach caving. Ecstasy— brighter than you’ve ever known it burns a hole straight through your gut as you spin the fuck out.

Convulsing, grunting— the simmering heat boils over you and you cum so hard the sounds coming from you aren’t even human. Raw. Unfiltered. Ugly—as Riki fucks you through it making your empty head spin at the effortless way he holds you down.

“Yeahhh baby”, he husks lowly, “Let her make her slutty mess f’me..”

It’s hell at this point.

Every nerve seems to grow teeth, you feel like you’ve been dunked in lava as he crooks his fingers juuust right into that melty nook; your jaw drops in a silent scream— mind blank as he chokes you out with his thick fingers so deep you erupt.

The sound of your gushing pussy sets his blood alight so wickedly it borders on sickening. You’re too gone to notice as you squirt all over him. Letting go of your throat to bully your clit, the headrush intensifies your sensitivity. Utterly torn wails stream from your mouth when Riki strums the flat of his fingers fast over your pulsating bundle of nerves. “Keep cumming, gorgeous— squirt yourself to a headache f’me.”

You’re shaking, incoherent— countless orgasms bleeding into another as you burst. It’s unending. It’s hedonistic.

He doesn’t care and you don’t either.

He’s suffered wanting you and know he knows you want him too. You don’t know how long of a time you’re in for.

Fingers spread you out as he thrusts away, other hand beating your clit with light spanks. You don’t know if you’re dying or going crazy but it’s addictive— Riki. Your Niki. Indulging you and owning you until you break.

The sobs and cries turn positively shrill when he snatches your plug all the way out. Cursing loud when he watches how your asshole stays open like something’s in it even though she’s empty— used rim twitching as she gapes deliciously.

You’re nothing but a hoarse, broken down sob as you cum again from the continued stimulation— miserably soaking you both in your release as you gush deliriously, finally collapsing boneless on his sheets.

Panting, you try to catch your breath when wet fingers tap your lip. On autopilot, you suck them into your mouth, tongue curling around each one under Riki’s molten gaze.

“That’s it, clean yourself off my fingers like a good fucktoy.”

His rasped words send another twinge to your overstimulated pussy.

You’ve pretty much lost your voice at this point but he still hears when you ask,

“Gonna fuck me now?”

Slow kisses follow down your sweat slick spine, his fat tongue following the sheen and he hums at the taste of you. Before he can answer your hands are on your ass, spreading yourself and letting him get a good look at your sloppy, abused holes.

Riki’s mind goes blank.

You keep talking. Any lingering shyness having left sometime when he had you coming in rotation.

“Y-You,” you choke out, breath coming in short pants, “Every time I’d sit in your lap I-I wondered—what it would be like.” You look into Riki’s eyes, pretty eye makeup ruined, black streaks down your cheeks— even your falsies had come off but damn it all, you’ve never looked lovelier.

“You’re so big, Ki.”

And for the second time since he’s known you, Riki’s mind goes completely blank.

Raising your hips, he eyes the way you clench your thighs. Suddenly remembering something unfortunately important, he holds you still against him— sliding his flushed cock through the tiny hole at the apex of your thighs. Riki drops his head to your shoulder with a pained groan feeling syrupy wetness coat his length. Along with your clit throbbing against him and you whine when he doesn’t move.

“Inside”, you plead but it kills him to tell you—

“I don’t have any condoms on me, baby”.

The way you look back at him, like the waterworks are about to start any moment because you’re not getting the rest of what you want is as endearing as it is heartbreaking.

Rushing to console you, he adds,

“I know we’re both clean but you’re not on the pill either, sweetheart.” Fuck he’s right.

Shoving your face into the pillow with your lashes on it, you scream out a frustrated cry. Still, his hands roam all over your heated body, trying to think through the arousal deepening the red of his very blood to come up with a safe, suitable alternative but he can’t resist.

Rocking his hips through the tight space between your thighs. The hot friction against your clit is heavenly with the soft fat of your warm thighs squeezing his cock— your shaky sigh makes his ears perk up. Running his fingers down your back to your perfect ass, thrusting faster as she slobbers more each time his fat head catches on your engorged clit.

Taking your hand fisting the sheets, he raises it to his lips— kissing the back of it so reverently it makes your heart stutter. He leans down after and kisses you like he loves you because he does. Bossy, shameless and critical, easy when the mood struck you and more understanding than people would ever give you credit for but his. Difficult and teasing in short clothes— but his.

And you were close.

You’re getting close, this time with him. You were already so sensitive and he’s pent up with weeks of you running through his mind naked in every position imaginable. You writhe against him restlessly when he presses his pelvis flush to your ass, glancing below to look at his pretty dick— glistening with pre and you.

Riki goes faster as you throb against each other. Drenched, filthy and wrecked.

“Next time”, he rasps- voice ragged with promise. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

Fingers brush the entrance of your pussy to your ass, circling more wetness along the rim— Riki moaning at the way you jolt, begging hole winking at him.

You’re a lunatic. You must be. That’s the only excuse you can think of when you use the one good deep breath you’ve been able to catch to say—

“I-I can’t wait”, you swallow. “Want you to ruin both your holes.” He already was going to but you just pushed up the deadline.

“You have no idea, baby. Gonna fuck you so stupid, just how you like.”

Your breath catches in that whiny bleat it does when you’re at your limit— it makes his balls ache when suddenly you’re creaming. The milky white painting his cock like gloss and it fucks him up so badly that he’s cumming right after.

Teeth sinking into your neck, molten cum spurts out in fat chords, thick and heavy and so much— frothy streams that just don’t stop, pumping in sopping grinds that nuzzle your slippery folds and the sensation makes you purr.

“Fuckin’ milking me— damn…”

The aftermath is hot. The lean muscle of Riki’s body, covered in each others release— his big hands steady on your waist to help you fuck yourself through it. The rush of adrenaline leaves your head dizzy, falling flat on your stomach with Riki on top of you.

You don’t mind the weight, in fact you welcome it. Humming with a delighted, thoroughly exhausted sigh. Closing your eyes, you feel him pepper kisses along your shoulders, kissing your cheek with a tenderness you rarely get to witness so earnestly. He was sweet like that.

“I like you. Let me be your boyfriend.”

And demanding.

Sleepily, you shrug— not even trying to hide your grin.

“Sure, I’d love to.” You peek an eye open at the stunned expression on his face.

“Don’t look so surprised, you know I love you.” For someone who was saying the raunchiest shit to your face only minutes ago with no shame whatsoever, now blushing because you just told him you love him back is—

“I know, I love you too just—“, you cut him off with a dramatic gasp.

“Then why’d you say you only like me?”

“I was trying to be nonchalant!” It’s so ridiculously him that you can’t help but beam, flipping over to hug him properly and he holds you just as tight; burying his face in your naked chest.

“Whatever, you’re my girlfriend now— no take backs.” A bubbly laugh shoots out of you as he scoops you up, heading to the bathroom so you can clean up— sighing contently in his arms while you agree.

“No take backs.”

a little something while you wait…

It’s like going from regular Spotify to premium.

The two of you hang out but you also go on dates. Sometimes casual, other times you’re getting a cryptic intentionally nonchalant message to dress up and the time he’s coming by to get you and the next thing you know your being driven out over an hour to some extremely elaborate soirée with all kinds of people dressed just at intricately as you. The stars in Riki’s eyes are different now when he looks at you.

“Beautiful…”, whispered against your forehead right before he kisses it and biting your lip while you hold your breath is all you can do so you don’t scream.

There’s so many new sides to each other you see now that you obviously wouldn’t have when you were just friends.

For example, Riki who on the outside is cool and quiet is actually the complete opposite in a relationship. Whiny when you don’t give him enough attention, whiny when people give you too much attention (like the instagram fiasco). He’s even clingier now— going as far to have an attitude when having to go for long periods of time without you. Completely shameless, he is a man that is not above begging and guilt tripping to make you give in or stay.

“But the last trip was girls only! Why do you have to go to this one? It’s like you never miss me at all🥺😔…”

“I’ll be so lonely…what if I need a hug?” You pinch your lips in to help suppress the smile fighting to show as you look down at the top of his head. Riki lets out a pained groan, shuffling closer on his knees to nuzzle his face harder into your stomach as you wrap your arms around his head.

“Baby, it’s barely two days and you do have friends—“, another pained sigh and you can’t fight the smile anymore. “Ask Kai for a hug if you need one.” He shakes his head so hard, you’re worried he’ll give himself friction burn, long arms tightening around you.

“Noooo! I don’t wanna hug Kai”, he spits his name out like a curse. “I wanna stay with you…” Fuck. He’s too cute. You might lose this one. Taking a deep breath, you don’t say anything else because if you do, you’ll give and he knows it.

“Please, baby?” Resting his chin on your stomach after kissing it, big distraught eyes look up at your swiftly crumbling expression. “Stay— don’t make me miss you, love you too much…” You slam your eyes shut.

K.O. Flawless victory.

He knows he’s won when you cup his face, bangles cool against his cheek when you lean down to place a tender kiss on his lips, softly cooing.

“My poor baby— it’s fine, I can stay. For you.”

Soaking up your attention, he can hardly hide his victorious grin as your phone vibrates on the counter while you scatter lip stain all over his face; your friends waiting for a reply that won’t come until much later. The later being after you’re both in bed with him shirtless because it’s on you. You’re about to go to sleep and he’s wrapped comfortably around you when you gasp, finally remembering,

“I never texted the girls back!” Before you can think about texting them back now, Riki moves you tighter against him, voice low and melodic. “Wait until morning? It’s really late, what if we wake them?” He has a point so you agree to get back to them then.

But don’t you know the flight is in the morning? The same flight he’ll conveniently make sure you forget all about. It doesn’t matter if you already said you’d stay, there’s nothing wrong with some…insurance.

Whenever either of you cancel on your friends, you have to have a suitable excuse because while going from friends to lovers wasn’t difficult…

Keeping your relationship a secret was.

Now, it’s not like you’re ashamed or embarrassed about each other— just neither of you were in the mood to hear the “I told you so”’s from everyone who knew you. In the end, you just liked keeping each other to yourselves. Plus you got enough flak just for being friends with Riki from girls around campus who liked him and you really didn’t want a repeat of the incident from 2 months ago.

It wasn’t a party, per se but a loud social gathering with lots of people, loud music, dancing and drinks. You told him it’d be easier to call it a party even though the mass text said get together but Jackson said he was trying to work on his reputation. How calling the very obvious party a not party helped him? You didn’t have a single clue.

It wasn’t long after arriving that you and Riki split up. He didn’t particularly want to be there in the first place but telling you no was never his favorite thing to do so he tagged along under zero pressure when you mentioned it. He ended up upstairs, sipping the second drink he’s had all night talking to a couple of guys he was friends with on the team when he pulled out his phone and saw the time. 12:47. You got there at 11.

He hadn’t seen you since 11.

Immediately he’s up, drink abandoned on the table. Different people try to talk to him, unfamiliar faces, random girls with too wide smiles and way too much perfume but he brushes them all off— moving with single minded intent. As tall as he is, looking over a crowd is easy but his heart is starting to race because he still doesn’t see you.

Storming into the kitchen, he looks around. There’s a few girls who all turn to look at him when he enters. One even says hi. They’re not you so he can’t be bothered, walking right back out ready to start yelling your name over the music if that’s what it takes when someone bumps into his chest with all the force of a sinner trying to run out of hell.

Looking down, his heart begins to slow because it’s finally you. But now that he knows you’re safe—

“Where the hell have you b—“, when you look up, you’re crying. Thick tears stream down your face, streaking your makeup that he knows took forever while your chest visibly jumps from all the effort it’s taking you not to sob.

His heart stops.

“I-I’m sorry but”, you try to take a deep breath but it only ends in more tears. “We can go h-home now.” Big hands cradle your face, ignoring everyone around you as he tries to calm you down. You’d barely been here two hours and you wanted to leave? Not only was that unlike you but you were crying. Crying and you wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“What happened?”

You keep quiet.

Shaking your head while the answer stays trapped behind your bitten lips. He’d let it go and take you home straight away but something caused this. He can’t let that slide.

“Who did it?” He tries again, voice growing more desperate with each minute that passes where you won’t talk or even look at him.

“Baby, please.” Dark eyes search your face until your red ones look at him.

“Talk to me, look at your pretty face— you’re all upset.” Still nothing. He still tries.

“Who did it? Let me fix it.” Your voice is the smallest he’s ever heard it when you ask,

“Then we can go home?” He nods, thumbs brushing your tear-stained cheeks.

“Then we can go home.” After that, you tell him. There was this group of girls you met in the kitchen and you thought they liked you until one of them had suddenly switched up, telling you that you’re lucky to even know him; let alone be friends.

“A-and that you only hang out with me b-because”, the sob that you were holding back breaks as a fresh wave of tears fall down your face. “Because I’m a hooker..” as in anyone could pay to have you because you were only worth that much. The look on his face is crestfallen, waiting for you to finish. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard you sound so… embarrassed.

“I never said anything because you never made me feel bad but do you? T-think I’m a—“,

He stops you with a gentle kiss to your cheek before you can even think about repeating it.

“I think the world of you.” His voice is so soft, it’s hard to hear over everything but you do. “Dressing sexy, being a flirt, wearing makeup— doesn’t make you easy and none of it makes you a hooker. I never say anything about your style because I love it. Fun and cheeky and a little irresponsible”, that last part makes you laugh.

“But it’s all you, baby. You’re fine as you are.”

You kiss his thumb brushing your lip in silent thanks. It’s way too intimate and affectionate for people who are just friends but looking back it was probably repressed denial.

“Who told you that anyway?” Riki sounds calm—casual. Absolutely concerned too but little do you know his heart is pounding in his chest ready to go find to whoever the fuck made you cry. You shrug, it’s hard to remember her name but you tell him what she was wearing and it clicks when he gets her face in his mind.

The girl in the kitchen. The one who said hi to him.

He hands the keys to his car over so you can wait for him while he goes to grab something he “left”. You don’t find out until weeks later that not only did he tell that same girl that she couldn’t be further from his type; and that drunk and high off of every pill on the planet, he’d still never go for her—but he also told her if she ever so much as looked at you wrong that he’d stop at nothing to ruin any social life she’ll ever have.

To this day— whenever you would manage to see her in the hall, she’d already be turning back around.

That whole scene was a completely new side of Riki you’d never even glimpsed. Such intense protectiveness while staying calming and sweet to you. Then again, he was always sweet to you…except the week he finally had time and remembered to get condoms after promising to fuck you stupid as soon as he did.

That week you were convinced he seriously was trying to kill you.

You were walking back from mess hall when Niki texts you. Short, simple but vague enough to make you pause in your stride.

Come to mines. There’s something I wanna show you.

Heart beating faster, you look around to make sure nobody sees the wide-eyed look you’re staring your screen down with before you make a mad dash out the main entrance. Panting, your fingers fly across the screen as you text back.

Is it for me?

There’s a ping less than a minute later. The first is a photo attachment that makes your breath catch and the next is the message.

Only for you, baby. All of it.

By the time you get to your car, you already feel a mess. The tight burn of arousal simmers in your lower abdomen as you start to drip. It’s embarrassing how you’re hardly able to text him that you’re on your way, fixing your makeup at every red light until it’s even more perfect. After last time, you decided to do lash extensions instead of falsies that wouldn’t make it past round 2 with Riki.

Squeezing your thighs together the whole ride there, by the time you actually arrive you’re soaked through. Puffy, wet and so so warm— clit throbbing with need against the seam of your tight jeans.

Hand to his door, you only get to knock once before it swings open in your startled face and you’re being yanked inside. After toeing off your shoes, he quickly crowds you against the wall. Neither of you say anything right away while Riki takes a slow, good look at you and how gorgeous you look all dolled up the way you always are. He wants to appreciate it a little before he reduces you to the simplest form.

Nerves turn the blood under your skin into an electrical current, pupils steadily dilating as you look at each other, tension thick. Riki breaks first, stepping close to wrap his big hand tight around your throat. Heat slots through your core fast. Slamming into your gut like a cannonball— heavy and unforgiving. You even start to feel dizzy with how suddenly you catch yourself slipping.

His name leaves you in a breathy plea.

You almost trip over your feet when he drags you even closer— directly to his mouth to whisper against your lips.

“Didn’t I promise to fuck you up as soon as it was safe?”

Riki doesn’t wait for you to answer— laving his tongue hotly across your jaw before suckling open, wet kisses up to your mouth. Cushioning your bottom lip between his lips, his mouth deliciously flush to yours– suckling softly before doing the same to your top lip.

It’s slow. Deliberate.

Tilting his head, he deepens the kiss. Tracing his tongue sloppily across the inseam of your parted lips, dipping inside to lick at the corner of your mouth before moulding his tongue against yours when you moan— Riki’s mouth swallowing the sound whole. His other hand caresses down up and down your waist; teasing the underside of your tits with his thumb. Your body is thrumming, livewire as he kisses you like this is the last time you’ll ever want him.

If only he knew how much you always did.

When he pulls away, there’s a thin string of spit connected to your mouths and his lips are tingling because of your plumping gloss. He’s also hard. Well, he was hard 45 minutes before he even texted you to come over simply because he knew you were coming over. Earlier that week he got hard on a random Wednesday because he knew you were coming over Friday.

Loosening his hold a bit around your throat, the quick rush of oxygen makes you throb. Riki lets out a low purr of approval, relishing the way your eyes glaze over.

“Oh you’re gonna be real good f’me…” Your pulse spikes. Hard.

“Just like you were the first time. Remember, baby?” You nod because you would never be able to physically forget. It took your body days to completely calm down after; your pupils would get huge whenever you’d so much as smell a room he’d recently been in. You’d feel him when he wasn’t even around— dripping wet each time.

Riki smiles when you nod, kissing you one more time before swinging you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeal in favor of taking the familiar route to his room. Feeling giddy, you kick your legs just to annoy him. He huffs out an amused laugh, cracking his hand down hard on your ass to still your squirming, making you gasp.

There’s no time to catch your breath though when you’re promptly dropped on the bed, Riki yanks his shirt off—on you right after. Fingers wrap around your ankles as he yanks you down the to the edge where he’s kneeling. Heart pounding, hot puffs of air dance teasingly across your skin with every barely there brush of his pink lips. You shiver at the feeling.

“Y’know”, A harsh suck to the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your pants has you cutting him off with a needy whine. Riki slots his mouth over each bit of skin he exposes as he peels your jeans off.

“I’ve been wantin’ to kiss her forever, baby…”, he rasps.

Nosing down to the center of your wet panties, Riki groans when he sees how wet you are. Arousal darkens the color of your pretty underwear as the fabric clings so much he can see the swell of your clit. Appetizing. You’re all slick and puffy and you smell so fucking good. Pressing his nose to your cunt, he takes a deep lungful of your scent— eyes fluttering closed while his cock throbs in response. Yanking his pants down to relieve some of the pressure, he takes another deep drag of your arousal.

“N-Niki! What’re you-!” Your voice gets higher in your embarrassment but he can’t stop. Even when your fingers twist in his hair, trying to pull him away he stays. Mouth watering, his tongue falls out to lap a hard stripe up your pussy. Pleasure burns hot in your gut, the weight of his tongue dragging your panties against your clit. In a daze, you grind your hips up mindlessly into his face. Hiccuping moans break into a sharp gasp when your panties are torn clean off you so Riki can eat properly.

The effortless show of strength makes you that much wetter, spreading your legs wider as his tongue slips between your slick folds— lapping against your drooling hole.

“Ooh! F-fuck!”

Your fingers in his hair reflexively tighten, Riki hooking your legs over his his shoulders. He’s trying not to get too carried away but you’re so addictive. The most delicious wet dream under his hungry mouth as he teases your clit between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth until you’re arching off the bed. Sucking until your pussy is enflamed and sopping.

Gasping cries blend in with the carnal sounds of him actively trying to lick you into a coma. Your head is spinning. You don’t know if you want to get away or stay right where you are, body writhing in pleasure. It’s not like it doesn’t feel good— the problem is that it’s too good and a possible threat to your sanity.

“Niki!” His name is ripped from your throat in a visceral cry. Body shaking, you beg as coherently as you can to get a break or at least get him to—

“N-not“, your voice cracks, “Don’t suck so har—ah!”

Separating from your bud, Riki kisses the string of spit connecting him away…riiiight before his fat tongue forces its way inside you, writhing and probing against all the right places. Fuck. Your brain turns to mush. A choked moan gets trapped in your chest, thighs quivering. It feels like you’re going crazy. Tensing then relaxing, involuntary bleats escaping when you try to grit your teeth and withstand it.

You can’t tell which is louder; Riki or your pussy. Riki’s sure it’s more than likely him. He’s always been a messy eater on his best day but when he gets his mouth on something he’s been craving? Good luck, babe. Big hands tighten around your waist as he burrows his face deeper between your thighs. You wail, pleasure racing through you when he slips his tongue out your hole only to run devastating long strokes up your slit before lapping at your perky clit in hungry licks before plump lips wrap tight around it.

His earlier vow not to get carried away is nothing but a distant memory now. Hardly a notion.

The taste and smell of you is addicting. You as a whole was another type of hypnotic entirely and that was before he even knew how you looked falling from the highs of vicious ecstasy. But now, ever since having taken you into himself, it’s through you that this new season has unlocked inside of him. You darken the black of his very pupils.

It’s why he’s so starving— so hungry even though you’re pooling into his mouth, sensitive everywhere throbbing beneath his tongue. It’s primal, Riki eats you like he’s trying to tear you apart but he can’t help it. He just wants you so bad and now he’s drowning in you.

Wrecked moans taper into pleading sobs. Hot tears stream down your face as your cunt tightens— pulsing wildly against his ravenous tongue until all the pressure just gives, soaking his mouth when you cum.

Obscene moans and the wet smacking of his lips fill the room but you barely hear it over the ringing in your cotton filled ears— cumming so hard you think you pull something. Each struggling breath prolongs the storm of melting bliss, coating you inside out in a thick haze of heat until you go boneless.

Pinpricks of over sensitivity kick in when he slows down instead of stopping entirely. You’re a gasping sweating, limp mess on his bed as you try to catch your breath and get your limbs to remember their functions. Whining, your fingers in his hair pushy weakly.

“O-okay…”, another lazy lick up your folds, “Enouggghhh—“, Riki looks up and you and falls all over again. Panting through bitten kiss-swollen lips, your hair is mussed, hard nipples poke through your top while your chest heaves and your makeup has started to run a bit. In a rush of heady musk and sugar, your beauty spirals into disarray. He’s purring at this point, kissing your lips one more time before actually separating. Nuzzling your inner thigh contently, he rasps,

“S’ just licking her clean…”. You hold back a scoff. For him to sound so docile like he didn’t just almost lick her off your body is crazy.

Warm pillowy lips make their way up your body in succulent kisses— pausing just long enough to strip your shirt off then his mouth is back to it. Brushing across your collarbone, you pull him into a kiss, tasting yourself with a needy hum. Reaching down, you’re not surprised to find him rock hard but…

“Why’s your dick so wet? Wait, d-did you—!”

Riki doesn’t let you finish because yes—he did but he’d rather be stretching you out then explaining how he came from sucking you off. He doesn’t answer, making sure your earlier question is forgotten; lost to your moan when he slips two fingers in. Thick digits curve up on every sloppy thrust inside you— bullying spots you had trouble even grazing. The wetness is audible, echoing in the room with your whoreish moans.

He wasn’t sure before but as his fingers brush between your cheeks to your other hole— wet from your cum and his spit—he is now. Grinding his fingers in dizzyingly hot pulses, Riki’s voice is wicked. Low and smooth when he purrs out,

“No plug today, pretty girl?”

Your mind goes blank.

“That’s fine, I know exaaactly how my sloppy holes like bein’ stretched out…”.

A third finger squeezes inside, spreading you wonderfully. Shivers wrack your body, wet babbles stumble over your tongue— trying to say something, anything. What that something is, you can’t remember with the way Riki is abusing that aching spot inside you. Greedy eyes take you in, hissing when the hand around his cock tightens, jerking him in uncoordinated strokes.

You’re forced to let go when Riki takes his fingers out to maneuver your legs over his shoulders, pants taken completely off sometime earlier. Tapping the fat, dripping head of his dick on your clit, he almost forgets to reach above you to grab a condom from the small table closest to the bed. Your mouth goes a little dry because he’s big. You saw earlier but it’s still a bit intimidating.

“Pick a hole, baby.” Riki husks down at you, ripping the foil open with his teeth, he rolls it over his length— moaning in unison with you when he slaps it against the heat of your drooling cunt again as you scramble to decide. Unfortunately and unproductively, your lunatic tendencies kick in. The same ones that had you talking back before emerges to pant out—

“Why don’t you pick?”

Teeth flash in a ravenous grin— downright wolfish as he leans down to suck a kiss to the inside of your left knee. Somewhere between the gleam in his eye and the grin should have been your first warning.

“Because if I do”, he kisses your right knee, “I’m picking both and lickin’ em clean when I’m done.” The shocked look on your face is adorable but he’s being serious. You will be absent for the rest of the day and a few of the ones after if you let him pick. That’s the general warning. To you? It’s a challenge.

“Pick then.” Looking at him daringly through your lashes and smeared eyeliner that had been a taste of the ruin to come. Riki has to close his eyes, take a deep breath.

He’s in the middle of counting when you rake your nails down his chest, cooing breathlessly at the red streaks left behind. His eyes snap open when he hears a whiny moan, looking down to find you playing with your nipples. Flicking and squeezing until it almost hurts, staring into his blown pupils with your own. Closing his hand around your throat, Riki feels the racing of your pulse while you squirm.

“Nuh-uh, none of that. Keep talking”, positioning himself at your twitching hole, he squeezes harder. “Get it all out right now, baby— before your messy cunt does all the talking for you.”

Again, you can’t seem to help yourself. Don’t give a second thought to the last straw you trample over with the next sentence.

“Y’want me to beg? Beg for you to fuck me so hard that I’m squirtin’ all ov- nngh!”

Maybe it was your voice, or the way your softness felt underneath him, smooth hands running over him or how he felt sliding between your swollen pussy lips getting wetter with each rock of his hips while you messed with him like the spoiled little thing you are. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. Not when he’s slamming into your crybaby pussy in one merciless thrust.

He might as well have pressed a reset button on you. Jaw dropped open in a piercing wail, your spine arches at how full you are so fast.

“O-oh god—!” That’s all you can get out through your choked sob when Riki grinds his pelvis that’s flush to yours against your clit while simultaneously kissing that spot inside you that makes you tighten more. Slick dripping onto his covers. You’re so cute— struggling to take him and talk your shit even while your cunt cries around him. He’s almost inclined to take it easy on you. Key word is almost.

“That’s right, baby…”

Pulling out a little more so there’s more of that spine tingling pleasure when he slams back in, setting a heavy pace.

“Go ahead and cry for him…”, The grip on your throat tightens as he uses it to slam you down with each thrust before folding you in half so he can kiss you. Needs to kiss you. His mouth is as devouring as it always is, nipping your lips before licking into the wet space to suck your tongue feverishly— pulling away with a filthy grin as he reaches down to strum your clit.

You really start making noise then. Hot, twitching walls squeeze him like slick fist making him growl against your drooling gloss smeared lips, wearing half of the glittery stuff on his own face but most delightfully—

“There you go— there’s my good girl”, The praise is breathed in your gasping mouth; heady sweetness dripping of his words as you lose your mind.

He’s so fucking deep.

You’re completely incoherent when he decides to latch on to one of your puffy nipples and sucks— broad tongue swirling greedily around the bud. Chest caving, a sharp moan bolts from your lips at the stinging bliss and the sound makes Riki suck harder.

Rolling the puffy nub between his teeth, he closes down to bite— searing pain sweetens the lightening racing up your spine as you cry out. You’re so soft, so wet and lovely beneath him; sensitive body jerking spastically while he fucks you until you can’t tell if you’re one person or his entirely. Sobbing out almost tortured groans and whimpers as he gives your other nipple the same treatment. Sucking it like a pacifier before teasing it between his teeth and biting— soothing the leftover sting with generous laps of tongue and another disgustingly deep grind in your pussy.

“I-I…!” You try. You try like hell to tell him that you’re gonna fucking cum but fail because of how tight he’s choking you. The lack of oxygen heightens your sensitivity as your voice breaks and it’s music to his ears. He shifts inside a little and can tell where you end immediately. Weak hands grab his wrist before he watches your eyes roll back, blissed out. The sight drives him crazy.

“Bein’ so fuckin’ good”, lean hips move faster as your nerves scatter. “My good, pretty little slut letting me fuck her just how we need—! S’fuckin tight…” Each pulpy slam of his hips becomes stickier and stickier so he looks down and curses, almost blows his load at the sight. You’re creaming. Hard. Milky slick bubbling around the base of his cock, making a mess on him as you gasp and cry for him.

Words can’t touch how good you feel— floating as Riki’s fat cock carves you out, absolutely battering that gooey spot inside you. At this rate, you’ll cum until you faint from the way he makes you take it.

Riki groans, rutting into you harder as he looks at your fucked out expression.

“Goddamn if you could see you right now- fuck-“ he curses as he feels another wave of slick pour out of your cunt. This time he’s generous enough to let go of your windpipe so you can rasp out his name through wet keens.

“N-Niki!”

“Yeah, baby? Talk t’me”, He’s being an ass with how he talks down to you this time. You both know the chances of you responding coherently are slim with your eyes fighting not to roll back into your skull in bliss but he keeps it up anyways.

“I’m listening….”, and you know that but he’s fucking into that little nook and— “Gonna cum?” A gurgled moan and dead weight is his answer.

“Yeah, you are.”

Grabbing your hips, he moves your legs higher on his shoulders as he slams you down to meet his thrusts, reveling in the way you warble his name— using you like a cock sleeve and you’re pulling him to your mouth because you really are at your limit. Meeting you in the middle, Riki gives you a sloppy kiss, heat burning through his gut while getting closer to the edge with you.

“Sooo deep—”, you slur out, hearts in your eyes as he rolls his hips in a nasty grind that ends up being the final nail in your coffin. Eyes finally fluttering back and before you can warn him— hot squirt is suddenly splashing against Riki as he fucks you boneless. “Oh, good girl..” Fingers move faster against your poor clit. “Theerrre you go, sweetness—“, Baby names pending…

Despite hitting the eject button on your soul, Riki doesn’t stop.

“Shhh, m’not too deep”, the rough drawl has a warm jolt of electricity light up your spine. Pressing a heavy hand down on your stomach until he feels that familiar hardness and you jerk hard, biting your lip to keep from screaming but what kills is the cooing lilt his voice takes on.

“See?” Riki teases against your lips, drilling your sweet spot raw with syrupy cockhead kisses.

“I’m juuust right for her…” Pressing another juicy kiss to your lips, Riki cooes at the hearts in your eyes as you fight to stay with him.

“Bet it feels real good, hmm baby?” He purrs, hips continuing to pump against yours while he puts you through the mattress and you cry out. High and wrecked, the cockdrunk need in the sound makes his cock throb viciously inside you. “Bit of a— ah! t-tight fit but it’s exactly what she needs, pretty”.

Your body is almost vibrating under all the stimulation— pressure building up like a valve wound too tight and Niki rails you like he’s trying to release it. He growls as another gush of wetness bubbles around his length where you’re connected.

“Mmm, is it good?” Groaning with a sloppy kiss in your ear, Riki eases up on your throat so you can answer and when you do, you sound as wrecked as you feel. Words sappy and weighted,

“Feels-“, you smuggle in more air, raspy whine sweet as cotton in his ears. “Feels good”, You sound foreign even to yourself and the pure want— “So big— hurts so good!” It’s uncensored and unrefined and it’s so fucking hot he pummels you even harder— makin’ sure to get niiiiiiice n’ deep, rubbing himself against your spot until he feels your pussy kiss around him.

“Just don’t know when to keep that pretty mouth shut”, Riki grunts. You watch pleasure pull him apart at the seams through tearily glazed eyes, creamy cunt gripping him deliciously. Each twitching pull of your impending orgasm brings him closer to his own end. Heart pounding, it’s like you can’t get close enough— just craving him. You’ve gone limp now in your blissed out delirium— eyes rolled to the back of your empty skull letting your best friend and boyfriend knock every screw you have totally loose before he’s laying himself flat on top of you, body weight luscious and crushing as he’s molding the hard contours of his sweaty body against your soft ones.

There’s a bit of maneuvering but Riki manages to hook your legs even deeper over his shoulders— rocking his hips forward to hit somewhere deeper, tender, hotter and—

How you wail will leave his ears ringing for days.

Wet muscle of your sodden walls push and pull as liquid jets out of you with a force so strong you nearly blackout.

Ears ringing, the lack of oxygen doesn’t make the overwhelming euphoria any easier to deal with. Your moans are nothing short of feral. Visceral and gripping— hungry pussy leaving rings of sloppy cream around Riki’s cock and that’s the last he can take.

His consuming mouth is back on yours with a vengeance as his heart races, hips slamming into yours in a filthy rhythm. Even with his tongue down your throat, mouth suctioned to yours— carnally feral moans still bleed through, engorged cock throbbing violently inside the syrupy hole he’s shoved into when he lets go. Ballooning the condom inside you with how much he cums.

By the end of it, you’re floaty, sweaty and breathless and you’ve never felt better while he’s thinking about whether Blue Nile or Jared Jewelers has the better engagement rings. He also wonders if he should tell you before or after you catch your breath to tell you he’s not done with you yet.

He still remembers all that showing off you did the last time. Spreading yourself before winking your sloppy holes at him, begging him to fuck you dumb. It got him so bad he was taking consecutive cold showers for almost four days until he finally got a break between the team and classes to go shopping. Thoughts drifting to you while he was out on one of his rare days off when he remembered right there in the ramen isle: condoms + hot girlfriend who likes anal = endless opportunities.

He’s pretty sure he scared the cashier from how happy he looked buying 6 boxes of XL condoms with a starry grin on his face but honestly he was just happy he didn’t pop one in target. It was all worth it though because it got you to now— thoroughly enjoyed on his bedsheets.

The next couple minutes are heavenly as Riki loves all over you— soft lips and sumptuous kisses until you’re melty and pliant. Easing your legs down from his broad shoulders, Riki eases himself out of you to slip the rubber off and toss in the bin next to his nightstand. Laying fully on top of you and you purr— arms coiling around him in a soft embrace. Yet as pleasant as the moment is— Riki has to (affectionately) ruin it. Kissing your pulse point, he nips your ear, whispering lowly.

“Turn around…”

Huh? You look at him like he’s crazy. Brows furrowed in disbelief.

“I-“, you don’t even have the capacity to articulate properly. “I didn’t hear that.” Riki laughs, breathy and dangerous, sucking more hot kisses all over your jugular. You sigh to hide your moan, trying to at least look inconvenienced but your traitorous pussy clenches.

“You heard me the first time cause I’m not telling you again, baby— turn around.” Holy shit.

It’s no surprise that you find yourself on your knees, ass raised and back arched with your chest to the bedding. Behind you, Riki lets out a starved groan, looking at the wetness dripping off your everything deliciously. Like a reflex, he brings his hand down on the soft fat of your ass, biting his lip at the jiggle.

“So beautiful”, he whispers against the stinging skin. “Gonna fuck this hole so good…”

Your stomach drops to the chasming heat in your core. Riki eats up every little reaction you give him as your back arches when his fingers press against your asshole. Fingering at the wet, pink little pucker just above your stretched cunt, already dripping with the juices from your pussy— hole yielding perfectly beneath his fingers. Tiny and tight and eager.

Riki eyes it hungrily, cock pulsing when you ask nervously,

“Think it’ll fit?”

Oh, he knows it’ll fit. He’ll make it fit. You’re his mouthy little anal slut and he knows you’ll be begging for it like a bitch in heat so he pushes in a cum slick finger; right up to the knuckle, then another one, pulling them both apart so he can see your twitching wet insides. “So sexy,” he rumbles, a distinct heat rising in his neck. His entire body is on fire with the need to fully claim each one of your holes. He takes his time fingering you open, marvelling at how soft and gooey you are to the point where he has to know.

“Did you play with her today?”

You shake your head.

“Only prep— Just lube a-and my fingers— didn’t have time for toys”, your voice is wrecked from everything he put you through earlier but the hoarseness suits you, especially now.

“Mmm”, he murmurs, twisting his finger inside as he brings his thumb back to your clit, “Can’t go a day without something up here, huh?”

You gurgle incomprehensibly against pillows, eyes rolling and tongue going slack as Riki adds yet another finger. The arch in your back deepens; pushing out your ass begging to be filled with more than just fingers, even though you’d been screaming barely a few minutes before. “F-fuck me…”

“What’s that, sweetheart?” He says it like that on purpose, cocking his head to the side and shoving his fingers in as deep as they’ll go, watching in delight as your asshole stretches around the intrusions, cunt quivering. “What do you want?” Oh that little jackass— he was going to make you say it. You knew he’d get you back for smart mouthing him earlier. However, your want to cum from your ass outweighs your pride.

“Fuck me, pleaseee Niki…”

Unable to hide his satisfaction, Niki smirks. “Tell me where you want it.” Hissing, he hooks both thumbs into your hole and stretches it open, spitting into it as if marking his territory. It’s dirty. Depraved. So why are you handing him another condom and spreading yourself for more?

Riki doesn’t make you wait any longer once the condoms on. With a feral groan, he directs his cock to your asshole and pushes in— the tight ring of muscle yielding under his force. The mouth watering blissful pain of something so big splitting you open shorts your brain as Riki sinks in with one long, deep thrust.

Distantly, you both remember that he’s the first person to get to do this to you. Possessiveness settles deep and crushing into his chest as he grips tighter. Deliriously, you feel so full with Riki’s cock in your ass that you melt. Moaning shakily with a mouthful of pillow.

“Ready f’me to fuck you stupid?”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer because he knows what the answer is. Gripping your fat ass in both hands he draws out his cock, greasy and dripping in a mix of your juices, until only the head is spreading your deliciously raw hole open. Then he slams in, hard, sending the most gorgeous shriek rolling from your tongue. Body shaking with dry, heaving sobs— your insides flutter and clench impossibly tight.

“I’m gonna die,” your slurred keen drawls listlessly. Your mind fades. As soon as Riki’s cock had slid into you your brain had switched off; leaving you vulnerable to the most carnal sensations. Your body is trembling, burning—each organ churning and each bone rattling like trees in the wind. Fingers twitching weakly at the covers.

Gone.

You’ve been utterly and completely wiped blank.

With enough effort you might be able to go on with life after this, but you know it will never be the same. You’ll spend your days daydreaming about eternity in this moment. Reliving flashbacks until your body reacts and your knees go so weak with pleasure you almost collapse.

Niki rears over you, hips starting up an unforgiving pace. With each brute thrust you grow limper, melting like warm honey beneath his hands and it’s beautiful.

“Told you it’d fit,” Niki groans, feeling you choke his dick like a vice. “Told you it’d fit and now look at you”, he pants, “Loving it…”

He has you in the palm of his hand, perfect and sweet and hes pumping and thrusting— pounding until you’re dripping and destroyed and as succulent as ripe fruit ready to burst.

Gripping your hips, Riki bends himself over the your pliant form, once again using his weight to drive the full force of his thrusts deep into you; licking a rough, wet stripe from mid-spine to the nape of your neck. At the shift of angle you let out a weak scream, shoulders shuddering.

“Probably gonna cum too, yeah?”

You choke on something that doesn’t even sound whole, dripping messy rivulets of slick all over his balls.

“That’s what I thought…”

Muscles draw tight as he feels you cum beneath him. You cum on a scope so intense he half expects you to begin foaming at the mouth but all that spills from between your lips is thick, viscous drool. Your sweet face is contorted in pleasure, hair glowing and dishevelled, body shining and slick with sweat and cum as it thrashes. Soft hips hump back wildly on his cock, spraying that same liquid as before— drenching you both to the point where the bedding is soaked through.

A sound leaves you – some sort of sound – but it’s foreign to his ears; almost animal in nature, something inexplicably deep and primal. It’s a noise that sets his entire body alight, a deep rumble echoing in his bones.

“F-fuck, baby”, He’s so close. “Take it…”

Riki’s grip is iron as he fucks himself in the tight, sucking grip of your ass until release breaks through. Throwing his head back with a ruined groan, molten heat washes over him as holds himself deep inside you and cums. Heavy ball draw up tight as he releases load after load, flooding the condom to the point it’s leaking out the sides and dripping in thick white globs onto the unsalvageable sheets. It’s so good. You’re so good. Each tendon in his neck is taut, each vein pulsing against the skin. You cum again at the sensation, jerking weakly beneath Riki, half sobbing into the wet pillows pressed against your face.

The room is sweltering by the time you’re officially done. Consciousness dips in and out while you try to stay awake but it’s a swiftly losing battle. You can’t feel your legs or your back. Riki’s still nuzzling into the back of your shoulder blades until he notices how still you are.

Turning you gently onto your back, he takes one look at your face and decides he’ll tell you later you’re spending the night. Peppering soft kisses to your cheeks, he calls your name until your eyelids flutter back open and his heart soars in relief.

“Oh god there you are”, he’s like a big dog as he smooches wet kisses all over your face. “I thought I killed you.” A punched out wheeze slips free. You don’t even have the energy to muster sarcasm.

“I thought you were trying to.”

He at least has the decency to look sorry, hands massaging down your body to check— “Does anything hurt?” You shake your head slowly, another wave of dizziness hitting you before your eyes slip shut on his panicked expression.

•

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When you finally wake up, you’re clean and dry on a soft surface that’s also dry in a huge shirt with a sizeable weight on top of you. Moving, a sharp twinge races up from your lower regions making you hiss. The sound alerts the one on top of you as your face is suddenly being held and you find very big, very guilty eyes staring back at you.

“Baby!” You feel bad for thinking how cute he is all worried like this. “I’m so sorry”, squirming on top of you, Niki is practically in your lap apologizing as he scoots back a breath to hand you a cold bottle of—

“Orange Gatorade?” He nods, kissing your forehead before nuzzling back into your neck.

“Yeah. It’s supposed to help with electrolytes and stuff.” The confused look doesn’t ease off your face so he continues,

“Y’know…since you lost a lot of flui—“, slapping a palm over his mouth you nod sharply.

“Yep. I get it.” He watches you expectantly and that’s when it clicks. He’s waiting for you to drink it now. Handing the bottle back so he can open it, you take a few sips, humming at the light taste before leaning up to kiss him, voice soft and soothing.

“It’s good. Thank you for taking care of me, Niki”.

Riki’s heart does that strange thing it does when he’s around you. Like it flips before bursting into a cloud of butterflies and he’s so glad you like him back like this. You scared him so bad when you just passed out— unresponsive no matter how many times he called your name and the only thing he had to soothe him were the deep, rhythmic rises of your breathing.

Your hands rake through his now clean hair as he tightens his hold around you, suddenly sleepy in the warmth of your company. His voice is uncharacteristically vulnerable when he asks, pressing a similar tender kiss to the back of your other hand in his.

“Can we stay like this for a little bit?”

You nod but you can’t help but wonder…

How long should you date before you tell him that he’s welcome to stay forever?

like the time jake got stupidly drunk at a house party at the age of seventeen, and jay had to haul his half–conscious ass back through the window of his bedroom while sunghoon knocked on the front door and entertained jake’s father from finding out.

or the time jay accidentally broke the school’s window and to prevent him from getting suspended and kicked out of the football team, jake stepped forward and took the blame—”i threw it too hard to impress a girl, sorry.” he flashed that innocent puppy smile and accepted the week’s detention without complaint. jay never forgot it and paid him back by covering his shifts for two whole weeks.

but the real payment was the tighter bond between them.

“ride or die,” sunghoon had said once. and in a world where friendships were shallow and people stabbed each other in the back, the three of them were unbreakable. like a stream of water, it cannot be cut—

but even the strongest stream can be diverted when the faucet is turned.

——

 funny enough—the first time jay saw you was during one of his football friendly matches. 

it was a casual friday afternoon game, nothing serious, just the medic faculty versus the business for bragging rights and free drinks afterward. jay was on the field in his number 99 jersey, sweat already soaking the back of his neck under the orange sun.

his girlfriend, minji, was sitting in the small bleachers with a couple of her friends, waving at him every time he glanced her way. he’d blown her a kiss before the whistle, the perfect boyfriend move that made his teammates tease him later.

and you weren’t even supposed to be there for him. 

you were merely just a friend with one of the strikers in his team—and had come along because he (martin) had begged you to at least pretend to cheer so he doesn’t look like a loser. you sat on the grass near the sidelines, knees pulled up in those pretty shorts and prettier top. 

you weren’t attention seeking or loud, but jay found his eyes travelling to you more often than he’d like to. light, genuine laughter that cut through the noise of the field and scored him square in the chest. he almost lost the ball.

and if it wasn’t after the match that everyone gathered near the benches to talk about what happened and martin pulled you in to join the conversation. you, being youself—ever so friendly and talkative you, even prettier up close and funnier than most girls he know—chatted with the rest of the boys like you’d known them for months.

jay stood there, still catching his breath, tower slung over his shoulder, watching you. the conversation flowed naturally and he found himself grinning wider than he should, eyes lingering on the way your lips curved when you smiled.

“you played so well. even if your team totally got lucky on that last goal,” you commented, casually sitting next to jay on the bench. jay laughed, humming. “yeah? that never happened by the way—so it was probably your luck.”

you raised an eyebrow, amused, turning your body slightly toward him. “you think so?”

the way you said it made something in his chest tighten in the best way possible. most girls would either just giggle or try too hard, but you looked like you were genuinely enjoying the back–and–forth. 

he leaned back on the bench, resting his elbows behind him. his jersey clung to his chest, damp with sweat, but neither of you care. for once, he was grateful his girlfriend wasn’t around.

“maybe,” he replied, that smirk tugging at his lips. “or maybe you’re bad luck for the other team. every time you cheered us, their defense fell apart. i saw it.”

you let out the laugh that got him almost distracted on the field earlier—and shook your head. “you’re so smooth, jay. do you use that line on every girl who watches your game?” 

uh, oh. 

his smirk faltered for half a second. he let out a quick, awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck to play it cool. “of course not,” he said, chuckling a little too loudly. “that would be way too cheesy. i swear i’m not that kind of guy.”

you tilted your head, studying him with glint in your eyes. then, casually, almost too casually, you dropped it—

“i thought so! you kept blowing kisses to a girl earlier. i saw it.”

jay went quiet.

the easy smile on his face froze. his fingers tightened slightly around his water bottle as the words landed. he swore—he swore—he didn’t mean to come off as flirty or anything, but it just… came out naturally. 

like it was just you.

for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. he hadn’t even realised you’d noticed that. 

“yeah, well…” he started, voice trailing off. he looked away for a second, heartbeat drumming fast, searching for the right words that wouldn’t make him sound like a complete asshole. 

before he could finish, you broke into a soft giggle and waved your hand lightly in front of him. “i’m just joking, hehe,” you said, mischievous. “relax. you don’t have to look so guilty.”

jay let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the tension in his shoulder easing as he laughed along. you were teasing him, but the way you said it so playfully made his tummy flip. 

he finally met your eyes, watching the way your lips curved when you smiled like that. relax. you don’t have to look so guilty. then, before he could talk himself out of it, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it out to you. 

“put your number in,” he said, smoother and calmer now. “next time we play, you could be our lucky charm again.” 

you’re not stupid. if anything, martin would’ve invited you to the next matches anyway. but you took the phone anyway—fingers brushed against his. you saved yourself as yn, followed with a little soccer ball emoji and handed it back.

“don’t blow me kisses though,” you teased lightly as you stood up, brushing invisible dust from your shorts.

jay watched your back as you walked away, phone warm in his hand, your contact staring back at him. it’s harmless—it’s just a number and you’re just a girl who was easy and fun to talk to.

but the further you got from him, the more it’s clear to jay that he was going to text you tonight. 

and the first turn of the faucet happened—quietly, and completely without anyone knowing, not even jay himself.

——

“oh my gosh, my player,” you moaned sensually, tipping your head back as jay lifted you up around his waist with ease. 

his strong hands gripped the back of your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pressed you against the cool metal locker. the contrast between the cold surface on your back and the heat of his body made you shiver.

jay’s mouth was on yours instantly—hungry, deep, messy, and horny. he kissed you like he’d been starving from it since the first whistle was blown, tongue sliding against yours while low groans rumbled deep from his chest. 

“fuck baby, you feel so good like this,” he rasped between kisses, grinding his hard cock against your bare pussy. the thin fabric of his shorts was the only thing separating you, and you could feel every inch of him throbbing, already leaking like a little boy for you. 

“my little reward.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers threading through his damp hair as you rocked your hips against him, chasing the friction. “hngh—you did so well… how are you so good at everything?” another sensual moan slipped from your lips when he shifted and rubbed the head of his cock against your swollen clit. 

“am i?” his lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting lightly, leaving faint marks he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t stop himself from making. one hand stayed under your thigh, holding you up effortlessly, while the other squeezed your tit, thumb flicking over your perky nipple until you whimpered. 

“look at you,” he murmured against your skin, voice hoarse with list. “so fucking wet and ready for me after i won. you like being my secret celebration, baby?” 

you nodded eagerly, pussy twitching and clenching around nothing but the idea of jay’s thick cock inside. sensing that—he pulled his shorts down just enough to free his cock, thick and heavy, tip glistening with a bead of precum. 

“i want you—fuck me, please,” you cry out, leaning to kiss him.

without another word, jay lined himself up and pushed inside you in one slow, deep thrust—stretching you open, filling you completely. a broken moan tore from your throat as he bottomed out, walls clenching tight around him. the guy buried his face in your neck, groaning loudly at how perfectly you took him. 

“shit… so tight,” he breathed, staying still to let you adjust—but not for long before he started moving, sensual, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock against every sensitive spot. “oh god, yesyesyes, just like that,”

the locker rattled with every thrust. your legs tightened around his waist, heels dragging into his lower back as he fucked you against the cool metal, mouth never leaving your skin. he kissed, licked, and sucked at your neck and collarbone while his pace gradually picked up, turning deeper and harder.

“mine tonight,” he whispered roughly, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles on your wet, sensitive clit. you moaned louder, bud ticklish and feeling like you were going to squirt—which you did, just seconds after. 

jay’s so good and gentle with how he’s treating you it’s making your chest flutter. “yours, jay, yours,” you gasped as the head of his cock knocked against your cervix—jerking your body upwards with each pound.

“my pretty little trophy… taking my cock so well after the game.”

your moans grew louder, more desperate, echoing softly in the empty, locked, locker room as he drove into you again and again and again—sensual, hot, sinful, and so fucking good.

jay’s breathing turned ragged, forehead pressed to yours as he chased both your highs, the wet slap of your skin and your shared gasps filling the air. the player ended up cumming—shooting ropes and ropes of warm jizz on your pretty little face, landing some on your head.

seeing how well you’re cleaning his cock—jay realised he was far from done with you.

——

for sim jaeyun, everything had its place, neatly stacked in order of importance.

first came his family—always. then his friends (sunghoon and jay at top, then the rest of the people he knows). layla, his border collie, squeezed into that top tier too. studies came strongly after that because he believed it’s 100% his future—

and finally, only then—way down the list—came fun.

and fun included his girlfriend, chloe. she was sweet, understanding, and never complained when he told her he had to study late or hang out with the boys. jake liked that about her—she knew her place in his priorities, and she respected it.

he never meant to rearrange that list. 

“sorry we can’t do this at my apartment,” jake said, rubbing the back of his neck. “my girlfriend’s been staying over a lot lately and… yeah. i didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

you and jake shared multiple classes since the start of the semester, sitting in the same lecture halls but he’d never really talked to you. not until the professor paired you two together for a major project that counted half of the final grade.

now here you were—tucked away in a quiet, secluded corner of the library on the third floor. jake sat across from you, laptop open, highlighter between his teeth as he scribbled notes. you leaned back in your chair, legs crossed, a small knowing smile playing on your lips.

unlike the easy friendliness you’d shown jay, something about jake brought out a slightly different side of you—a bit more teasing, more… dominant? like you enjoyed watching the good boy squirm a little. 

“that’s okay, jakey,” you replied, tilting your head, eyes locked onto his. “anywhere is fine at least we get it done, right?”

jake blinked, caught off guard by the nickname but didn’t comment on it. his cheeks warmed slightly, but he laughed it off. “yeah… exactly. studies first, you know? gotta keep priorities straight.” 

you hummed, leaning forward on your elbow, chin resting on your hand as you watched him. jake had to do everything just from glancing at your cleavage sticking out from your shirt. the way your gaze lingered made the air between you feel a little heavier, more intimate—and jake figured this was why most girls wouldn’t want their boyfriends around a girl.

a pretty one at that too.

“that’s good. keeping everything in order like that, hehe.”

the words slipped out casually but jake’s ears turned pink anyway. he shifted in his seat, suddenly hyper–aware of how secluded this corner was—no one could really see the two of you back here.

he tried to steer the conversation back to the project, pointing at the screen as you scooted closer beside him. “so… for this second, i was thinking we could—”

“oh—you typed quantitative wrong here—” 

you leaned in and pointed at the typo on his laptop screen. in the process, your chest brushed against his arm, soft and warm through your thin top that jake swore he felt the sponge of your bra. 

jake froze.

his breath hitched, eyes widening for a split second as he felt the brief press of your chest against his bicep. a rush of heat shot straight through him and you felt the way he tensed up.

“oh—shit, sorry,” you said quickly, pulling back a little, though your voice didn’t sound even an ounce of guilt if he was being honest. “didn’t mean to interrupt you like that.”

his mouth went dry. he could still feel the ghost of the touch on his arm, and his brain was suddenly struggling to form normal sentences. “n—no, it’s okay,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks now matching the pink of his ears.

“don’t worry about it.”

you bit your lip to hide a small smile, watching the way composed jake was suddenly flustered. the good boy who kept his priorities straight was starting to crack a little. instead of moving back, you stayed right where you were—shoulders almost touching his, close enough that your perfume filled his nostrils. 

you pointed at the screen again, this time more carefully, your nails tapping on the lcd. your voice dropped softer, with a hint of light dominant slipping through.  

“see? right here. fix it, jakey.”

jake swallowed hard, nodding quickly as his fingers moved to the keyboard. but it was hard to focus on the project anymore—not when every time you shifted even slightly, he became hyper–aware of how close you were, and how dangerous his mind was playing at.

that damn cleavage and top.

maybe it was because jake met you during one of his ‘studying’ sessions, but you were quick to climb up his carefully built hierarchy. just like jay, you were easy to talk to, quick with your thoughts, and somehow jake liked… being told what to do. shamelessly.

“you’re so good at this,” you hummed softly, scooting your chair just a tiny bit closer until your knee brushed his under the table. “what’s something you’re not good at?” 

you meant the project—but you also knew men like jake would divert the meaning elsewhere. something jake’s not good at is probably standing on his morals and keeping his priorities straight. 

not when he’s easily swayed like this.

——

just two months after that, jake’s stacked priorities crumbled.

parked in a quiet, dimly lit corner of the campus parking lot at 11:49 p.m., the backseat of his car fogged up. he had a chemistry exam the next day—yet here he was. 

“jakey…” you whispered against his mouth, voice low and teasing as you cupped his cheeks, fingers tapping against his skin. “you’re thinking too much again.” you continued, straddling his lap and brushing your lips against his.

“it’s late…” he breathed, even as his hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you down harder against the obvious bulge in his jeans. “test t’morrow… chloe… fuck, this is so wrong.”

you pouted playfully, rolling your hips and grinding against him in the meantime. “but you’ll ace the test tomorrow anyway, why bother?” you hummed, pressing your lips against him. jake groaned, head falling back against the seat. you purposely ignored the latter problem.

his morals screamed at him, but his body betrayed him completely.

clothes were pushed aside rather than fully removed—your skirt flipped up, panties pulled to the side, his jeans shoved down just enough. he had you on all fours, exactly how he liked it best: doggy style.

as all up for him to watch as it jiggles—yeah, fuck yeah. jake’s hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed into you from behind in one, full, deep thrust—instantly burying himself deep with a broken moan.

“shit—you feel so good, yn,” he gasped, forehead pressing between your shoulder blades for a second. the angle was beyond perfect—the cramped car, and your tight, wet, cunt while being so deep he could feel every clench around him. 

“uh huh? what else?”

he started moving, savouring the way your back arched for him, the way you pushed back to meet every thrust, the way your ass jiggled when his pelvis slapped ‘em. “so tight, your pussy’s so tight, yn,” he rasped, picking up his pace. jake’s hips snapped harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the space of the car. “i love it—love your pussy,”

jake’s cock was probably the longest you’ve had, reaching so deep your fingers, toys, and other boys had never been able to. “oh god, jakey, you’re so good,” you moaned aloud, palms flat against the fogged window.

“you’re ruining me,” jake groaned, one hand sliding up to push you down lower, chest pressed against the seat while your ass stayed up for him. “can’t stop thinkin’ about this—about you.”

his balls slapped against your wet pussy, dragging you velvet walls with each time he pulled out. you moaned sensually, gripping the edge of the seat as he fucked you faster, coming close. “then don’t stop, just do me all the time.”

that pushed him over the edge. 

the boy’s grip tightened. he pulled you back onto his cock, deep with every thrust. the car rocked with his movements. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted, sweat dripping down his temple, morals completely shattered as he took you exactly how he loved—deep, rough, playful.

“want your cum, gosh—fuck, cum all over me,” you gasped, saliva leaking out from the edge of your mouth. your pussy squelched with every thrust, juices splattering on the leather seat. what a shame to the girlfriend, really.

he leaned over you, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other braced beside your head, pounding into you harder as he began chasing his end. “shouldn’t… i really shouldn’t…” he groaned, voice strained and broken.

“c’mon, be a good boy—give it to me, cumcumcum,”

the praise pushed him over—with a final moan, jake pulled out of your dripping pussy. he flipped you onto your back in one motion, trapping you between his knees. his hand pumped his slick, wet cock furiously, eyes dark and wild as he hovered above you.

you looked up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes—lips parted, chest heaving, already arching your back and pushing your tits together for him. his abs tensed, jaw clenched tight.

“shit—i’m cumming—!”

thick liquidity, warm ropes of cum shot across your chest in messy spurts, painting your tits and collarbones white. some landed right on your nipple, dripping slowly down the curve which only caused jake to cum some more.

fuck, that’s so fucking hot—he thought, swallowing the lump in his throat as he kept stroking himself through it, milking every last drop until his cock twitched empty and his whole body shuddered. 

you licked around your lips, smearing jake’s cum all over your pretty tits. it looked like you were lactating his cum. 

“fuck… am i good enough, yn?” he murmured, chest heaving. “look at what you do to me.”

——

saturday night and sunghoon’s at a popular off–campus club with a group of his classmates. while he’s not much of a party guy, he came because one of them kept dragging him anyway, and he knew he couldn’t keep rejecting their advances for so long.

he’s sitting in the booth area, nursing drunks, bored, and detached while everyone else is loud and drunk. sunghoon doesn’t dance. doesn’t flirt. just watch.

that’s when he saw you.

you’re on the dance floor with your girlfriends, just being effortlessly sexy and attractive—the way your body swayed, hair sticking on your neck from the heat, the same curve of your smile that jay was starstrucked with. 

and that damn black dress that hugged your curves just right.

sunghoon’s eyes locked on you instantly, he didn't smile when your eyes met his as well across the floor—just watching. instead of looking away shyly, you held his gaze for a few seconds, then your eyes travelled from the top of his head down to his shoes, and  gave him a slow smile before turning back to your friends.

that was all it took for him.

sunghoon stood up, leaving his classmates’ drinks and stuffs on the table, and walked straight onto the crowd. he didn’t say anything at first—just slid in behind you, one hand slightly resting on your waist as he spun you around to meet him. 

“hey,” he murmured, tall frame towering over you. “what’s that about?”

you tilted your head slightly, a playful, faux innocence smile playing on your lips. “what’s what about?”

his eyebrows furrowed just a fraction, but the corner of his mouth twitched—the tiniest hint of amusement and a thought of, wow, the audacity. his hand stayed on your waist, thumb pressing lightly into the fabric of your dress, holding you in place. 

“that look you gave me,” he said, shrugging. “are you daring me?”

you let out a soft laugh that almost sounded like a scoff, eyes sparkling and laced with a kind of bratness that he never knew he was into. you didn’t pull away but instead stepped a little closer, letting your chest brush against his as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“and if i am?” you replied, sweetly. “what are you gonna do about it?”

morality had always been quite a blur to sunghoon.

he never lost sleep over it but rules, right and wrong, loyalty—they were just concepts that applied to other people. as long as it didn’t affect his image or his life or his close circle greatly, he didn’t care enough to draw hard lines.

and tonight, those blurry lines had just walked out of the club with him.

sunghoon didn’t say much as he guided you toward his black sedan by holding your hand in his. you glanced up at him, still wearing that same little smile. “you always drag girls out of clubs without asking their name?”

he unlocked the car with a soft beep and opened the front door for you. his eyes met yours—completely unbothered. “sunghoon,” he said simply. “and i don’t bring girls out anywhere.”

you let out a hum, but still slid into the front seat without hesitation. he followed right after, closing the door behind him. the inside of his car smelled strongly of his cologne, and as he started the engine, he didn’t bother with small talks. didn’t ask where you lived, nor did he offer to take you home. 

sunghoon pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward the city centre with his one hand occasionally brushing your thigh. you watched the streetlights flicker across his jawline and the way his expression said nothing eventhough the tension between you two in the car reeked with want.

“so… where are we going?”

“a hotel. closer than my place.”

——

the door had barely clicked shut before sunghoon had you pressed against the wall, mouth crashing into yours in a deep. hungry kiss. there was nothing gentle about it—his lips moved against yours with need, tongue sliding in immediately to taste you as one hand gripped your jaw, and the other pressed on your hip. 

and you—you kissed him back just as greedily, fingers digging into his shoulders, tugging at his shirt like you wanted it off yesterday. “ngh—hngh,” you moaned into his mouth, tongue intertwining and sucking on one another.

sunghoon broke the kiss only long enough to pull your dress up and over your head at once, letting it drop to the floor. his hands were on you instantly—squeezing your tits, sliding down to grip your ass, yanking you flush against him so you could feel how hard he was through his pants.

“fuck,” he muttered against your lips, voice low. he bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue before kissing you again, deeper this time. 

you moaned into his mouth, hands working frantically to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. the moment his bare chest pressed against yours, sunghoon groaned and lifted you up. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried you across the room, lips still on yours.

he dropped you onto the bed, the mattress dipping. before you could even catch your breath, sunghoon was crawling over you, shoving his pants and boxers fully down to free his thick, heavy cock.

and jesus—unlike jay or jake’s, sunghoon was packing. 

“you’re so hot,” sunghoon licked his lips, hooked his fingers into your panties, ripped them down your legs, and spread your thighs wide open with his knees. he looked down at you for one brief second, then lined himself up. 

“are you gonna fuck me? without even knowing my name?”

sunghoon paused, the corner of his mouth twitching into a cocky smirk. finally, he didn’t look cold. he pushed just the tip inside you, teasing, before answering.

“i know you, yn,”

your eyes almost widened, a mix of surprise and arousal flashing across your features. 

“how?”

he leaned down closer, one hand gripping your thigh as he slowly sank another inch deeper, stretching your tight cunt open. “i overhead your friends,” he murmured, hissing through his teeth as your pussy engulfed him. 

you let out a soft moan, back arching as the familiar burn of being stretched came back to you. “fuck… you’re really something, hoonie.”

sunghoon bottomed out with a groan, burying himself to the hilt inside you. for a second, he stayed still—letting you feel and adjust every inch of him, his grip on your thighs tightened. you arched your back, eyes half–lidded as you looked up at him, that spark still burning bright behind your eyes. 

“fuck me good, hoonie,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip as you began palming and playing with your tits, tweaking the perky buds. “make it worth me leaving my friends for you.”

“shh—shut up and let me do the work.”

that night, sunghoon fucked you for hours—the bed creaked loudly beneath as he fucked you deep and fast, hips snapping against yours with every thrust. his hands held your thighs spread wide, keeping you open as he pounded. the wet sounds of your bodies echoing in the hotel room.

“fuck—your cunt feels s’good,” sunghoon moaned, tipping his head against the headrest, jaw clenched tight. you hovered right over his hard, slick cock. sunghoon’s eyes never left yours as you sank down onto him, taking every inch until your ass met his lap.

a broken moan left your lips at the deeper angle. sunghoon groaned too, his fingers digging harder. “look at you,” he murmured, eyes roaming over your face, your bouncing, marked, tits, lips parted in pleasure with your tongue sticking out. 

fuck. this is why sunghoon loved cowgirl. watching every lewd, pretty expression, every flutter of your eyelashes, your mouth opened to moan his name—because of this cock. 

you started moving, rolling your hips in sensual circles, then bouncing on his cock with more force. his hands guided you, but he let you do most of the work, just like he liked it. his gaze stayed locked on your face the entire time. 

“you’re so big, hoonie, oh jesus fuck,” you moaned eagerly, biting your lip. with each time you bounced on it, the head of his cock kissed your cervix sweetly and it felt so fucking good. he pulled you down closer by the nape of your neck, and kissed you deeply while you rode him. 

“that’s it… just like that, baby,” he rasped against your mouth, kissing the corner of your lips, then your cheek, then your jaw. “ride my cock like a good girl—let me see how pretty you look when you cum on me again.”

his free hand moved between your bodies to circle and pinch your perky buds. the combination made your rhythm falter, thighs shaking as you bounced faster, chasing the high. 

sunghoon kept watching you—obsessed. he kissed you again and again, swallowing your moans, occasionally bucking his hips to meet your movements and driving himself even deeper.

“cummin’ soon, babe?” he murmured against your lips, now moving his hand to rub that sensitive, wet, clit. “cum on me—then i’ll fill you up.”

you could only moan his name as the pleasure built higher and higher, your hips moving desperately. 

sunghoon, who never thought he’d ever cheat on sooha, let alone creampie another girl he just met raw—watched your face with almost possessive gaze. he had always been careful, even with someone who has little to no morals. 

and you—who had literally never let anyone cum inside you before—were seconds away from letting him be the first.

your thighs shook as the orgasm crashed over you. “fuck—!” you cried out, clenching hard around him, hips stuttering as you came and squirted all over his cock. the feeling of your pussy pulsing and gushing around him pushed sunghoon over the edge. 

thick, hot spurts of semen flooded inside you, filling you up the very first time. he kept thrusting through it, pushing his cum deeper. 

one night stand—this won’t ruin anything for sunghoon.

right?

——

“so,” jay started, leaning back against the railing with that smirk of his, “valentine’s next week. you guys already got plans locked in?” 

jake nodded, smiling. “don’t even say it. i booked the restaurant last month because i know she’ll kill me if i forget. we’ll probs just have dinner together.” he shook his head, sipping his canned beer. “gotta keep the girlfriend happy, right?”

sunghoon took a slow sip of his as well, shrugging and unbothered as ever. “i’ll probably just take sooha out on a breakfast and shopping. i got plans that night.” 

jay raised an eyebrow, turning to him with curiousity. “oh? what are you doing that night?”

he didn’t even flinch, just stared down at the small puddle of water around the can opening where his mouth kissed it. “bringing yeji out,” he said, absentmindedly swirling the alcohol in the can. “she’s been begging me to take her out. figured valentine’s night is as good as any.”

jake let out a laugh, completely buying it. “damn, she’s gonna milk you dry.” he commented, then glanced at jay from where he’s sitting. “what about you? something big again?”

“nah, think minji wants something intimate this time.” he hummed, looking out at the yard—people were chatting, dancing, and drunk to their heads. “maybe i’ll cook and we’ll spend the day at mine. who knows.” 

“what a romance.”

the three of them continued talking easily—hopping from one topic to another—arguing whose girlfriend was more demanding, whose more whipped, and reminiscing about things they’ll never get back. 

none of them even knew that they each shared the same secret—and little did they know, she was walking around the party downstairs right under their noses. 

down in the crowded kitchen, you leaned against the counter, red cup in hand, while heeseung stood in front of you—close enough that his arm rested on the counter beside your waist. 

“oh, i don’t have a boyfriend,” you replied, taking a small sip from your cup while holding his gaze. heeseung grinned, leaning in a little closer and lowering his voice so only you could hear him over the loud music. 

“good. because i’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now. you’re always so hard to catch alone.” his fingers lightly tapped the counter next to your hip. “what do you say? let me take you somewhere nice this valentines?”

you bit your lip, pretending to think about it—

but before you could answer, a familiar voice cut through the noise. 

“yn?” 

sunghoon.

he was frowning. the usual expression on his face didn’t change much except for the tightness of his jaw, and the way his gaze flicked to heeseung’s hand near your hip.

heeseung turned his head, still smiling. “oh, hey man—”

sunghoon didn’t let him finish.

without a word, he reached out, wrapped his fingers around your waist and firmly pulled you away from the counter and away from heeseung. “come with me,” he said quietly, already leaving the kitchen.

you barely had time to shoot heeseung an apologetic smile before sunghoon guided you through the crowd, up the stairs, and into one of the empty guest rooms on the second floor. he closed the door—but didn’t lock it—the party noise instantly muffled.

“the fuck was that?” he asked, frowning and confused. “heeseung? really? you let him get that close to you?”

sunghoon took a step closer, towering over, eyes narrowed. 

“i thought we had an understanding,” he continued, laced with unfair possessiveness. “you didn’t even tell me you’d be here—then i caught you with some dude flirting?” 

before you could form a reply, his hand came up to grip your cheeks, forcing you to meet his gaze. “you couldn’t wait till i take you out on valentines?”

you looked up at him, a scoff escaped you—and a small smile tugged at your lips. “so you can have fun with sooha… but i can’t do the same with heeseung?”

his jaw tightened; and for a second, he just stared at you, thumb brushing over your lower lips. he let out a low, breathy scoff, almost a laugh—but there was no humour in it. “you’re really testing me,” he murmured, clicking his tongue.

“sooha’s my girlfriend. she gets breakfast and shopping because that’s what keeps everything quiet. you…” he paused, free hand slid down to your waist where he squeezed the flesh. “you get me at night. isn’t that better? i’m about to fuck you all night and you’re gettin’ jealous over some fucking breakfast?”

he tilted your head slightly, fingers digging into your flesh. 

“don’t compare yourself to her. and don’t let another guy put his hands near you again.”

he crashed his lips against yours in a hungry, possessive kiss, gripping your jaw tighter as he devoured your mouth. the kiss was messy and intense—tongues sliding, teeth grazing, low groans between you.

you kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers threading into his hair and tugging hard, making him groan into your mouth.

“fuuuccckkk,” he grunted between the kiss—turning and walking you backwards until your legs hut the edge of the bed. without breaking the kiss, sunghoon pushed you down onto the mattress and climbed on top of you, body pressing into the sheets. 

his hands roamed greedily—one sliding under your dress to grip your thigh, the other pinning your wrists above your head. “oh my, hngh,” you moaned softly, arching up into him as he ground his hips down against you. sunghoon bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue.

“always pissin’ me off—”

his phone suddenly started ringing on the nightstand.

sunghoon ignored it initially, lips moving down to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark as the ringing continued. “jesus—shut the fuck up…” he murmured, merely glancing at his phone. he assumed it was just one of his friends, or just anyone but—

“sunghoon, you in here—?”

jake’s voice died in his throat. jay stood right beside him, phone in his hand—both of them froze in the doorway, eyes wide as they took in the scene. 

you lying on the bed, dress hiked up, lips swollen from kissing. sunghoon on top of you, one hand under your dress, his lips glistened from saliva, hair messy from your fingers.

for a long, suffocating second, nobody moved. 

sunghoon’s head snapped up, eyes widening in genuine shock, his expression completely shattered—he was caught. fucking caught. by his own bestfriends. they weren’t supposed to fucking know that he’s not loyal to sooha. the same two guys he swore loyalty to since teenangers.

the colour drained from his face. 

jake and jay stared, wide–eyed, stunned. 

“...yn?” jake breathed out first, voice barely above a whisper, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. jay’s mouth opened, then closed—replaced by pure disbelief. instead of addressing the elephant in the room—which was sunghoon fucking cheating—your name came out first. 

the realisation hit them both at the same time—how the fuck did all of them came to know you? if jay knew you because of his affair, and jake knew you too—and sunghoon too—then were they all having an affair with you?

they’d been secretly fucking the same girl for months—?!

you, still pinned under sunghoon, felt your stomach drop.

“oh my fucking gosh…” you whispered, eyes wide, a nervous laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. you propped yourself up on your elbows, hand flew up to cover your mouth, but it was useless. 

the shock, the absurdity, the fact that you had been playing all three of them without any of them knowing… it was all crashing down at once. 

sunghoon finally pulled his hand out from under your dress and sat up slightly. he looked between his two bestfriends, voice strained. “look—this isn’t what it looks like.”

jake let out a broken, disbelieving laugh. “you’re on top of her, dude.”

jay’s grip tightened—he stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time. 

“you.. and sunghoon?” his voice cracked. “how long has this been going on?”

the room was thick and silent for half a second.

then it clicked. 

sunghoon’s eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at jay—then slowly turned his head toward jake. the realisation hit him. “wait…” he muttered. “how the fuck do you know her?”

jake’s face went pale—he blinked rapidly and swallowed the lump in his throat. “yeah… how do you know yn?”

jay’s mouth opened, but no words came out at first. his gaze flicked between you and sunghoon, confusion turning into dawning horror. sunghoon sat up straighter, but not off you. all three boys were now staring directly at you.

“how do you know jay?”

“and how the hell do you know jake?”

“you and sunghoon—?”

now the focus shifted entirely on you.

you were still lying on the bed, dress rumpled, lips swollen, heart hammering in your chest. three pairs of eyes—shocked, jealous, and confused—were locked on you. 

“i—” 

you tried to sit up, tugging your dress down with shaky hands. “i—i didn’t know? ah, i swear… it just… happened? i mean—”

you were clearly flustered, words tumbling out in a nervous rush. “i never thought—i didn’t know you guys knew each other—?”

before you could finish, jake reached behind him and closed the door with a soft click, locking the four of you inside. both of them walked closer to the bed, their expressions shifting from confusion to something more of—betrayal and disbelief.

jay ran a hand through his hair, letting out a short laugh. “wow… you’ve been fucking all of us?” his voice was low, eyes wide. “our own friend group?”

why didn’t they blame each other—? you thought, swallowing the lump in your throat. you guys were the asshole cheaters in the first place! so they could cheat on their girlfriends, but god forbids a girl have fun with multiple guys?

“have you been playing us the whole time? jake asked. “letting jay fuck you, me, now sunghoon pinning you down like that?”

just as you were about to open your mouth, sunghoon squished your cheeks together and slammed his lips against yours roughly—teeth clashing and grazing your lips. you whimpered into the kiss, hands instinctively grabbing his shirt. 

when sunghoon finally pulled back, you grasped for air. his thumb dragged across your botton lip. “there’s no point hiding anymore, is there?”

the tension snapped. 

jay moved first, climbing onto the bed and grabbing your wrist, pulling you toward him. “c’mere, baby.” jake was right behind him, kneeling on your other side. sunghoon stayed where he was, between your knees, watching as his two bestfriends started touching you.

in seconds, your dress was being yanked up and over your head. hands were everywhere—jake’s mouth on your neck, jay’s hands squeezing your tits, sunghoon’s fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down your legs. 

you were panting, head spinning from the sudden overload.

“look at her,” jay murmured, voice thick as he pinched your nipple, eliciting a moan. “pretty little side chick… been taking all three of us like a whore.” jake groaned, kissing down your chest. “and we thought we were the only ones… fuck, that’s so hot.”

sunghoon gripped your jaw again, turning your face toward him. “open your mouth.”

the second you did, and he kissed you again—rough and deep—while jay and jake worked together pleasing your tits. jay’s hand wandered along your tummy—down to your bare, wet cunt. 

his fingers slid between your folds, groaning when he felt how wet you already were. “shit, so soaked.”

“fuckin’ dripping for us already,” sunghoon said, moving to give jake a space to settle between your spread legs. “turn over,” sunghoon ordered, commanding as he grabbed your hips. “on your hands and knees now, c’mon.”

your body obeyed before your brain could catch up—which shocked jake a little since with him, you were never this obedient. you were flipped onto all fours in the middle of the bed, ass up, back arched, completely exposed.

jake gripped your asscheeks, spreading them wide enough as he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly from your clit, all the way up to your dripping hole. “fuck, taste s’good,” he moaned, his cock beneath his pants twitched. he dove back in, licking and sucking messily while jay knelt in front of you. he tilted your chin up, hard cock already freed from his pants, thick and leaking. 

“open that pretty mouth, baby.”

you parted your lips and he instantly pushed the head of his cock past them, sliding deep into your warm mouth with a satisfied groan. “oh, fuuuuck… your mouth always feels s’good…”

sunghoon stayed at your side, one hand already palming and stroking his cock while the other reached underneath to rub circles on your clit as jake french–kissed your pussy. “look at you,” sunghoon murmured. “what a slut… taking all taken men at once. this what you wanted, isn’t it?”

jake hummed against your pussy and you felt the curve of his mouth forming into a smile—the vibration making your thighs quiver. jay thrusted into your mouth, hand tangled in your hair. “been screwing each of us behind the other’s backs…” jay groaned, pushing deeper until you gagged. 

“greedy little girl.”

your muffled moan around jay’s cock was the only answer they needed. 

jake was the first to pull back from between your legs, shiny with your juices. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, swimming with pure need. “i’m going first,” he said, settling behind you. “been dying to fuck you again since the last time.”

sunghoon and jay didn’t argue. they simply shifted positions.

jake moved behind you, gripping your hips tightly and lining up his hard cock with your dripping entrance. without any warning or heads up, he pushed in with one deep thrust—bottoming out in a single stroke. 

“oh, fuuuck…” he groaned aloud, head falling back as your tight walls clenched around him. “still so ’ tight… missed this pussy so much.” jake started thrusting—deep strokes that rocked your body forward.

at the same time, sunghoon knelt in front of you. he grabbed your hair gently but firmly, guiding your mouth to his cock. “open up,” he ordered quietly. you obeyed, lips parting as he slid his thick length into your mouth. sunghoon let out a groan, eyes half–lidded as he watched you take him inch by inch.

jay moved to your side, kneeling close enough that his cock was right next to your face. your hand instinctively wrapped around his length, stroking his wet cock while you sucked his best friend’s. 

the room filled with wet, porno sounds—jake’s hips slapping against your ass as he fucked you from behind, the slick sounds of your mouth working sunghoon’s dick, and your hand pumping jay’s length. every now and then, jake would slap you ass—gripping, squeezing, and spreading and watched as your asshole twitched. 

“aw, pretty baby,” jay grunted, wrapping his bigger hand around yours as he guided you through it out. “taking all three of us so well, mm? perfect girl.”

next to him, sunghoon scoffed. jake panted and runted like a dog—gripping your hips harder as he pounded into you. “oh—hah—you feel so good, oh fuck, i missed this so much—missed you so much.”

sunghoon glanced at jake before his hand tightened in your hair, guiding your head as he picked up his pace fucking your mouth. “that’s it… suck me just like that—how you’d do with all the other guys, babe.”

jay groaned, hips twitching into your fist. “yeah—? do you have other guys you’re fucking aside us, yn?”

you instantly shook your head as much as you could with sunghoon’s cock buried in your mouth, a desperate, muffled, “mm—mm” vibrating around him. 

“right,” sunghoon clicked his tongue. the memory of you getting hit on by heeseung playing in the back of his head. if you were able to hide jake and jay from him for months—who knew who else?

every thrust from jake pushed you forward onto sunghoon’s cock, forcing you to take him even deeper down your throat. you were gagging around him, drool slipping from the corners of your mouth but you kept sucking.

jake’s rhythm started to falter. his grip on your hips tightened almost painfully as he fucked you harder from behind. “hah—i’m close, oh god,” he groaned. “wanna fill you up—i can fill you up, right? hngh—you’ll let me?”

he slammed into you a few more times, deep and desperate, burying himself to the hilt. now—jay and sunghoon never knew jake was someone who’s into this but who were they to judge? the contrast between how you were with jake, sunghoon, and jay made them want to laugh.

with jay, you’re treated as the princess of the princess—sweet, gentle, kind words—like you’re the girlfriend. with jake, you got to order and command—and he’s always so fucking into being called a good boy. with sunghoon? with sunghoon—you’re the brat that needed some punishment. 

you nodded your head and that was all jake needed. 

“hah—cumming—” he rasped. you felt the first hot spurts of his cum flood deep inside you. the puppy boy kept grinding into you, milking every drop as he creampied you, his cock twitching. a low whine escaped your throat, muffled.

when jake finally pulled out, a thick trail of his cum leaked from your cunt.

“next,” jake panted, voice hoarse as he moved aside.

they filled you onto your back. 

the player immediately took his place between your legs, but instead of fucking you missionary, he turned you slightly onto your side. he lifted your top leg, hooking it over his hip, and instantly slid his throbbing cock into your cum–filled cunt in one thrust. 

“ah—! jay!” you moaned aloud, followed by jay’s groan. the warmth from jake’s cum wasn’t helping the situation at all. it felt so fucking good. “she’s so slippery with your cum, jake… so filthy.”

he started fucking you from the side—deep, rolling thrusts that let him hit every sensitive spot. you’re beyond embarrassed at this point. your creamy pussy that gushes cum with each thrust, how exposed and bare and wet you were for the other two boys to see. 

you wondered if this was the consequences of your actions. 

jake moved up beside your head, still breathing hard. he groped your tits greeding—how he loved them—squeezing and kneading, pinching your sweaty nipples as he leaned down to kiss and bite along your neck.

‘hngh—yn, i love these so much,” he muffled, sucking and tugging at your boobs. “so soft, you’re so squishy.” 

sunghoon shifted to your other side, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a deep, messy kiss. his tongue slid against yours while jay continued fucking you from the side, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into your creampied pussy filling the room.

sunghoon kissed you like he couldn’t bear not doing anything while the other two boys had their fun. he was almost annoyed and pissed that they just had to interrupt him having you all to himself earlier. 

“is this what you like?” jake murmured against your neck, his hands never stopping roaming. he groped your breasts, rolled your nipples between his fingers, then slid one hand down to rub your clit in lazy circles while jay thrusted into you. “taking jay’s dick right after i filled you up… you’re so hot, yn.”

“hngh—jay, oh fuck, you’re so big—” you moaned into sunghoon’s mouth in which he instantly shut you up. jay groaned, picking up the pace, hips snapping harder. “fuck. i can feel your cum every time i push in, jake. poor sweetheart, do you like this, baby?”

sunghoon pulled back from the kiss just enough to let you breathe, lips brushing yours. “answer him while he’s fucking you.”

your body trembled between the three guys as you answered: “yes, yes, yesyesyes—! i—i love all three of you, oh my fuck!” you cried out, chasing sunghoon’s lips as you began sucking his bottom lip. you moaned shamelessly into his mouth while jay’s cock dragged against your walls.  

“we love you too.”

behind you, jay smirked—and jake couldn’t help from smiling. 

“show us how much you love it, please?” jake murmured against your nipple, his fingers never slowing down—pressing and rubbing your clit. “squirt for us—make a mess all over jay’s dick.”

he began rubbing harder—and the pressure coiled fast. too fast.

before you knew it, your thighs started shaking uncontrollably. your back arched sharply as jake’s fingers and jay’s cock worked you together. “oh, i’m gonna—!”

you didn’t even get to finish. 

with a loud, broken cry, you squired around jay’s cock. clear fluid gushed out of you, soaking jay’s hips, the sheets, and jake’s hand. your whole body convulsed, pussy clenching and pulsing violently. 

“fuck—!” jay groaned, eyes rolling back as your walls squeezed him like a vice. the feeling of you squiring all over him while still full of jake’s cum pushed him over the edge. without any warning, he buried himself deep and came—thick ropes of cum shooting right inside. 

he kept grinding into you through his orgasm, pushing every drop deeper as your squirt continued to leak around his cock. 

sunghoon watched the while thing, still kissing you through your high, swallowing every broken moan and whimper. 

when jay finally stilled, panting against your shoulder, the room was filled with heavy breathing and the obscene sound of cum and squirt dripping onto the sheets. jake leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your nipple while his fingers slowed on your oversensitive clit.

“good girl…” jay murmured, kissing your temple. “such a perfect girl.”

jay pulled out slowly, another mix of squirt and both their cum leaking out of your used cunt like whipped cream, jay smirked, giving your ass a squeeze. 

“my turn.”

sunghoon didn’t waste a single second.

he moved between your legs, pushing them wide open as he settled on top of you in full missionary, his frame caged you in, eyes locked onto yours that always made your tummy flip. without warning, he slid two fingers deep into your cum–filled pussy, curcling them instantly.

“hah—hoonie—!” you gasped, back arching off the bed as he started fingering you—fast and deep, wet sounds loud and filthy as he stirred jake and jay’s cum inside you. “feel that, babe? he muttered. “so full already—yet so slutty for more.”

he pumped his fingers harder, scissoring them, pushing the mixed loads deeper while his thumb rub your swollen clit. your legs trembled around him, overstimulation making tears prick.

only when you were whimpering and gasping did sunghoon finally pull his fingers out. he brought them up to your mouth.

“clean ‘em.”

you obediently opened your lips, sucking his fingers clean of the messy mix of cum while he watched. then, he lined up his thick, needy cock—and pushed into you in one deep thrust, slow enough to let you feel every inch and veins of him. 

a broken moan tore from your throat.

sunghoon bottomed out, holding your hips. “shit… so warm and wet,” he breathed, and began to move. his thrusts were hard and deliberate, hips snapping forward with every stroke, driving jake and jay’s cum even deeper.

he kept you in missionary the whole time—face to face, eyes locked, his body pressed flush against yours. one hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider. the other slid up to wrap gently around your throat, holding you there.

“open your mouth.” 

you obeyed instantly, lips paring, tongue slightly out naturally.

sunghoon leaned in first. he gathered spit in his mouth and let it drop slowly onto your tongue, watching with a smirk as it landed right on your tongue. jake moved in simultaneously, hovering above you as he spat directly into your open mouth, a thick string of saliva mixing with sunghoon’s. jay too—tilted your head upward gently before spitting into your mouth as well. 

all three of their spit mixed together on your tongue—so fucking humiliating in the best way. 

“swallow, baby, c’mon,” jay murmured, kissing your cheek. sunghoon tightened his grip on your throat just a little, you swallowed the thick saliva, throat bobbing under his palm. the taste of all three of them made your pussy clench hard around sunghoon’s cock.

“fuck, she just squeezed me,” sunghoon groaned, picking up the pace, fucking you harder. “such a nasty little cumslut.”

jake chuckled, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth as he palmed your tits. jay’s hand slid down to rub your clit as sunghoon pounded into you deeply—”nasty little girl, look at you,” jay murmured, caressing your hair.

“you love being used like this? who taught you to be so slutty, baby, hm?”

sunghoon’s eyes never left yours—your half–lidded, crossed, rolled to the back glossy eyes. he fucked you relentlessly, wet squelching sounds of his cock stirring the mixed cum inside you filling the room. his hand stayed around your throat as he fucked your cunt like a fleshlight, claming while jake had his fun with your tits, and jay continued teasing your clit from the side.

you were a complete mess—trembling, moaning, drooling… barely got to focus on the moving ceiling above. your tits bounced and jiggled with every thrust—a sight jake could cum alone. 

sunghoon’s thrusts grew sharper, deeper, and more desperate. his grip on you throat tightened just a fraction as he groaned against your lips. “fuck… ‘m cummin’—”

he straightened up, canines digging into his bottom lip as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. the hardest he’s ever ejaculated. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded and washed over deep inside you, mixing with the cum from jake and jay before. 

as usual, he kept grinding into you, pushing every drop as deep as possible while his cock twitched inside your overused, overfilled pussy.

at the same time, the two boys kneeled on either side of your head—jerking themselves off furiously above you, breathing heavily. “shit, shit, shit,” jay rasped, thick spurts of cum landing across your tits and collarbones. 

“oh, gosh, yn, please,” jake whimpered, following just right after as he painted your face and chest with more warm cum. their softened cocks rested on your chest, with jay’s twitching again as it rubbed your nipple.

you lay there, panting, body covered in their cum—tits glistening like you milked out semen, pussy leaking a creamy mix of all three of them, throat marked from sunghoon’s hands and jake’s bites, lips swollen from jay’s kisses. 

the room was silent except for heavy breathing and panting.

sunghoon pulled out—agonisingly slow—watching his thick cum drip and burst out from your stretched hole. fuck—what a sight, he thought. he wasn’t sure if this would be the last time. your pussy twitched and spasmed around nothing, thighs trembling with orgasm as you shivered. 

jay leaned to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. jake’s softened cock caressed your other cheek as the owner pumped the mixed cum back inside your puffy pussy with his fingers. sunghoon pressed a soft, loving kiss to your lips. 

“you’re our secret girl now.”

you lay between them—as the three sworn, soulmates bestfriends who used to swear they had no secrets finally agreed on one secret: they would share their perfect little side chick—away from their girlfriends, and away from all the other guys out there.

cw: voyeurism, masturbation, jay friends against a wall, subtle mxm themes (jay grabs Jungwon’s cock and balls), forced kissing, raw grinding, unprotected sex, reader cums multiple times, very big and inappropriate age gap (r and jungwon are 18, jay is 33), jay spits on readers pussy and cums on it too.

not proofread. inspired by this porn link (please watch it. its so fucking hot)

Jay thinks he forgot to lock his office door.

With the day he’s had, it’s no wonder that the typically well-balanced professor had a slip up. It happens to everybody, including Jay, who prides himself in being extremely put together. But today’s been a long and hard day and all he wants to do is go home.

The walk back to his office isn’t very long, but every step makes him wish he could be driving to his apartment instead of running back to make sure everything’s good for tomorrow. It’s nine in the fucking evening. He’d rather be drinking a beer on his couch. Jay grunts in frustration but keeps pushing forward. His office connects to a classroom and he’d have to see if both of the doors are unlocked, which seems like a chore in itself.

He eventually reaches the building and badges himself in because making his way towards his study, the quiet hallways making his steps echo. It’s dark, save for the moonlight coming from the glass windows.

The next thing he registers is the sound of breathy moans.

“Your pussy feels so good,” comes a male voice. Jungwon? He moans deeply, his raspy voice echoing through the large, empty classroom. It’s the dead of night. Nobody should be in here.

Jay quietly steps towards his classroom and peers inside when he realizes the door is slightly ajar. Lo and behold, he can see two body pressed against each other as Jungwon, his pupil student, fucks you atop the long desk. Jay would’ve never thought his most wholesome student would be his horniest. Horny enough to fuck a girl in his classroom after hours.

Jay can’t see who Jungwon’s fucking from here. His eyes rake over their conjoined bodies. They’re close enough to where Jay can make out what’s happening, namely Jungwon’s cock pounding into a girl’s pussy at an alarmingly fast rate. There’s so much noise that Jay can’t believe he didn’t hear it when he first entered the building. Jungwon’s breathy and raspy moans pair well with this high pitched whine coming from beneath him.

The older man almost curses when he watches the way Jungwon’s balls swing until they hit your ass cheeks. Big. His cock must be real big if that’s the size of his sack. Jay’s cock stirs in his dress slacks. He should kick you both out, honestly. Report you two for lewd acts and walk away like nothing happened. But Jay’s turned on and it doesn’t seem like his dick will go down any time soon. Jay grips the doorframe with one hand and braces his palm on the wall, spreading his lags apart until he can grind his covered dick against the surface.

The first pass is delicious. It’s the kind of friction he needs. Jay bends his knees to angle himself better and thrusts his hips every time he listens to the way Jungwon fucks himself inside of you. The moans coming from his classroom are delectable and he can’t stop himself from rubbing the tip of his cock against the wall outside. He peers over the edge and watches Jungwon put the balls of his feet on the table, knees bent until he’s almost on top of you. You scream then, just as Jungwon impales you. Jay thinks you’re cumming by the way you’re shaking beneath Jungwon and he watches the way his student stills to feel your pussy clench around his dick.

And it’s at this time Jay remembers a conversation he had with Jungwon a few weeks ago.

“My girlfriend and I just turned eighteen and I promised I’d do something to celebrate,” his student says. “We graduated high school a couple of months ago and started college together too. We’re taking the next step in life.”

“Wow,” Jay says. “You must really love her.”

“Yeah. I do. I’d do anything for her.”

Jay’s perversion gets the better of him. When Jungwon slips out and stands back on the floor, jerking his own cock off as you maneuver yourself to open your legs open, Jay walks into the room.

“She isn’t wet enough.”

Two scared eyes look at Jay. He doesn’t care.

“P-Professor Jay! Um, what are you doing here?”

“It’s my classroom. What are you doing here?”

“I-I can explain!”

Jay watches you try to hide your body from him. Jungwon does his best to try to shield you, but it’s hard when his student’s cock is standing at attention. Jay’s eyes look down before looking at you, licking his lips.

“Is this what you meant by celebrating with your girlfriend?” Jay asks tauntingly, taking a step closer. You and Jungwon breathe heavily as he gets closer. It’s Jungwon who first notices Jay’s hard on in his slacks. “Fucking in my classroom?”

“Were you watching us?”

“I can’t lie to you, Jungwon. It’s kind of hot that you and your girlfriend celebrate turning eighteen by having sex. That’s what adults do for fun, right? I didn’t think it would happen in my classroom, of all places.” He peers over to your pussy and your cum has already started to dry and cool. “Your girlfriend isn’t wet enough. She needs to get wetter if you want to fuck her properly.”

“Professor—”

Jay lets a large glob of his spit drip to your hole. Jungwon watches your toes clench as you moan, making the older man chuckle before wiping his bottom lip. He grabs Jungwon’s cock, feeling how sticky he is, before pushing his tip against your spit ridden pussy. Fuck, Jay thinks. He’s just as big as I thought.

Surprisingly, Jungwon ruts against Jay’s hand. The professor holds his hand steady as Jungwon starts to rock himself while you whine at the intense friction and lewdness of it all. “Just like that, Jungwon. Spread my spit all over your girlfriend.”

“Your hand—fuck,” Jungwon moans.

Jay pulls himself out of his slacks and touches himself to his young student fucking his equally young girlfriend. You’re both is painfully horny yet innocent, doing anything that’ll resemble sex. He briefly wonders how many times the two of you have had sex before.

“That’s good,” Jay moans to himself, swiping his cockhead with his thumb. “Gliiiiide against that little pussy. Her hole’s so fucking small.”

“She’s tight,” Jungwon moans, “I can’t get enough of it. We’ve been fooling around for so long but tonight is different…”

“You’re older now,” Jay grunts, squeezing his hand around his dick. “You fuck now.”

“We fuck now!” He looks at Jay’s cock and feels his own dick twitch.

“Fuck Jungwon,” you groan, touching your breasts. Jay peers down at you and nearly drools, feeling himself push closer to the edge.

“She needs to get wetter,” Jay says again. “Move.”

Jungwon reluctantly steps away. He watches Jay move in between your legs to tug on his cock before he spills all over your pussy lips. Jay’s cum is hot and warm, making you wince and moan like you’re really into it. Jungwon watches his professor’s white semen fall like snow and it makes him grasp himself, jerking his cock like he’s trying to cum too.

“Put it in her,” Jay grunts as he catches his breath.

His student wastes no time, sinking his large cock into your little hole. Jungwon can’t help but thrust so hard he makes you cum instantly. Jay moans when your legs shake and he bends down to look right at you before forcing you to kiss him. Your inexperienced lips make him twitch slightly.

Jay pulls back eventually and takes a step back to see your cum already dripping past your pussy and down your ass. It coats the underside of Jungwon’s smooth balls. Fuck, that’s really hot.

“Keep fucking her,” Jay encourages while you and Jungwon moan and scream. “Yeah, keep fucking her.”

“Oh my god!” Jungwon moans.

“You need to cum too,” Jay says. He grabs Jungwon’s balls from behind and gives them a hard squeeze.

Jungwon screams and jerks his body forward, immediately spilling his hot cum inside of you.

his low chuckle rumbled through the mattress, barely louder than a breath. “i’m trying,” sunghoon murmured back, grunting softly as he shifted again. “but you know how it is… we’re not sixteen anymore, and the bed’s gotten smaller.”

you almost scoffed—quietly, because sooha was right there. smaller? please. the bed was the same king sized it had always been in this house. the only thing that had changed was him. 

aside from the additional body on the bed, sunghoon had always been tall, lean from all those years on ice, but now? twenty–three, he filled all spaces like it was his. broad shoulders, long limbs, solid build that always took up space.

he was the one taking up half the damn bed, legs almost stretched out if it weren’t for you pinching his hip to warn him still, one thigh brushing yours no matter how hard you tried to scoot away. 

“liar,” you hissed under your breath. “you’re just… big.”

sunghoon shifted again, deliberately this time—his body rolling just enough that his chest grazed your back, heat seeping through your thin shirt. his arm draped lazily across the space between you, fingers ghosting over your hip.

you swallowed hard, trying to ignore how your body leaned into the heat of him. “why are you behind me like this?” you whispered, voice softer than you meant it to be. “there’s literally no space for me here.”

his chest pressed firmer against your back, his knee brushed the back of your thigh. sooha stayed blissfully asleep, her soft breaths steady against his shoulder. 

“i’m comfortable sleeping on my right,” he murmured, warm breath hitting your bare nape. “always have been. don’t you know that?”

“unfortunately,” you shot back under your breath, but it came breathier. you tugged the blanket toward yourself instinctively, trying to create an inch of distance. 

the fabric yanked back immediately—sunghoon pulling back the covers, holding it firm. “stop pulling it away,” he said quietly, hissing through his teeth. “you’re fuckin’ hogging it all.”

“i’m cold—!” you whispered loudly as he reeled you back in, flush against him again. his hips settled right behind yours and that’s when you felt it—the hard line of him unmistakable through the thin layer of your shorts, pressing right against the curve of your ass. 

your stepbrother let out a slow breath against your neck. “then c’mere,” he managed, biting his bottom lip hard enough that you could hear the tiny wet, restrained sound of it. 

the realisation hit you both at the same time: your thighs had parted just a friction without thinking, the subtle rock of your hips backward that you couldn’t stop. testing… teasing. you felt sunghoon twitch in response, his fingers flexed on your hips like he wasn’t sure to resist or grab you.

“shit,” he breathed, so quiet it got lost in sooha’s soft breathing. his girlfriend stayed curled against his back on the other side, oblivious, one arm thrown over his waist. the irony made your head spin.

god, you supposed everything about him just.. grew bigger. you arched your back the tiniest bit—enough to grind back against him this time. his sharp inhale was instant, chest expanding against your spine. 

sunghoon didn’t say anything in response, but his hips just rolled forward in response—matching your rhythm, lazy but needy. his clothed cock slid against the cleft of your ass through the thin barrier of your shorts and his sweats. each push made your shorts ride up higher, fabric bunched until it felt like nothing was separating the two of you.

you bit your lip hard, stifling the whine that wanted so badly to escape. he felt the way your body trembled, and rewarded you by sliding one big, warm hand under your shirt, hiking it higher. your stepbrother cupped your tit fully, thumb brushing over your nipple once, twice, then pinching just enough to make your back bow. 

“no bra?” sunghoon chuckled softly.

“fuck,” you mouthed silently, head tipping back against his shoulder. “they need to breathe, dummy.” you replied, feeling the coil heating in your tummy. 

sunghoon smiled against your nape, kneading slow circles while his hips kept grinding, deeper now, rutting against you like he’s trying to fuck you through the clothes. the wet spot on your shorts was growing obscenely embarrassing; you could feel it every time he dragged himself along your folds. 

you pushed back harder, rolling your hips in tight little circles, chasing the pressure. the bed creaked once, and you both froze for a heartbeat. sooha mumbled something sleepy, nuzzling closer to his back. sunghoon’s grip on your breast tightened in warning, but he didn’t stop moving. 

if anything, he ground slower, deeper, letting you feel every thick inch slide between your asscheeks. 

“shh,” he whispered against your ear, nipping the shell. “she’ll wake up.”

you clenched around nothing, thighs pressing together, and he groaned until it vibrated through both of you. “h—hoonie,” you moaned softly, clamping your bottom lip down from letting out another sound. the nickname slipped out like always when you were this far gone—sweet, desperate, forbidden.

sunghoon’s breath hitched and his hand flexed on your breast, fingers digging in with his index pressing down right in the middle of your nipple.

“shit,” he rasped. “can’t wait anymore.”

before you could process it, his fingers were hooking into the waistband of your shorts and panties in one tug—yanking them down just past the curve of your ass, bunching the fabric at your thighs. cool air hit your bare wet pussy, then his heat swallowed it all.

your stepbrother shifted behind you—quick, impatient—shoving his own grey sweats down enough to free himself completely. you felt him skin on skin now—and your eyes widened before the corner of your lips twitched into a smirk.

“no boxers?” you breathed, half–shocked, half–thrilled. 

sunghoon let out a shaky laugh against your neck, lips curving into a smirk you could feel. “gotta let him breathe, baby. been hard since you climbed into this bed.”

he didn’t give you time to reply. just lined himself up again—thick length sliding right between your folds, this time with nothing in the way. the head nudged your entrance on every forward roll, teasing without pushing in, coating himself in your juice while he ground slowly and filthy.

“ngh…” you whined, arching your back harder. your thighs trembled as you tried to spread just enough for more friction. he hissed through his teeth, one hand clamping over your hip to hold you still while the other slid up to cover your mouth.

“fuck—feel that? how hard i am for you?” 

sunghoon rocked forward in shallow thrusts—never quite entering, just gliding along your wet slit, bumping your clit with every pass. the wet sounds were barely audible under the covers, but you could hear them. every slippery slide made your toes curl. 

him palm stayed on your mouth before his middle finger deliberately slipped between your lips. 

your tongue curled around it instantly, sucking him in like you’d been starving for it. lips sealing tight, you hollowed your cheeks, swirling slow and wet, tasting the faint salt of his skin. his finger pushed deeper, pressing against your tongue, fucking shallowly into your mouth in perfect rhythm with the grind of his hips.

“that’s it,” sunghoon’s breath stuttered against your neck, hissing so quietly at his own arousal. “suck like you mean it, baby. suck it like how you would my cock.”

the words sent a fresh wave of heat through you. you moaned around his fingers—muffled and vibrating down his hand—and he rewarded you by grinding harder, letting the head of his cock drag over your swollen clit. 

your hips twitch forward to chase it as you sucked harder, tongue flicking the pad of his fingers like you were trying to make him lose it first. “gosh,” you whimpered as his other hand slid up to cup your tit again, thumb circling your nipple in lazy strokes. he pinched lightly, then harder, until your back arched off the mattress.

“shh, fuck—you’re so loud when you’re trying not to be,” he murmured, nipping the shell of your ear. “gonna come again just from this? humping my dick while sooha’s right here?”

you nodded frantically, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, thighs clamping around his cock as he kept those torturous glides going. everything coiled tighter, hotter, until you were shaking on the egde.

he felt it. knew it. 

his finger pushed deeper into your mouth—hooking and pressing down on the pad of your tongue—while his hips lost its rhythm. now grinding harder, faster, desperate little snaps of thighs that dragged his cock right over your entrance and clit again and again.

“fuck—baby—” he choked out, voice splintering. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, lips parting to kiss and suck and bite—open–mouthed, messy trails along your jaw, down the side of your throat, teeth grazing pulse point. his breathing was ragged, hips stuttering, chasing his own high.

you were both so close—bodies locked together under covers, slick and trembling, wet sounds of skin on skin barely masked by sooha’s breaths on his other side.

just as he was getting close—a soft grunt from behind him. sooha shifted, voice thick with sleep and confusion. 

“ngh… sunghoon?” 

everything froze.

sunghoon’s hips stilled mid–grind, cock throbbing painfully against you, leaking and rock hard. his finger remained in your mouth, pressed firmly down your tongue. his other arm remained on your tit, while he turned his head just enough toward her.

feigning like he too, just woke up, sunghoon faked a groan. “...yeah?” he answered. 

you could feel his heart slamming against your back, how tense his muscles had gone. his cock twitched once, despite the effort not to move. sooha mumbled something incoherent, nuzzling closer into his shoulder, her arm tightening around his waist.

“just… thought i heard something…”

sunghoon let out a soft hum, barely more than a breath. “‘s nothing… go back to sleep, okay?” his middle finger thrusted in and out of your mouth, keeping your mouth busy and full. all while he talked to his girlfriend in that calm, boyfriend voice.

you wanted to laugh.

sooha hummed sleepily, already drifting again, face pressed to his back.

the second her breathing evened out—sunghoon exhaled in your ear. “fuck,” he whispered, so quiet only you could hear. “that was too close.”

but he didn’t pull away. instead, he rocked forward, lips found on your jaw again where he kissed it softer this time. you answered by pushing back harder, thighs tightening around his cock. “mmh—” 

sunghoon’s hips snapped forward, his thick length sliding hot and fast along your folds. the wet sounds grew louder under the covers, but neither of you cared anymore. the risk only made it burn hotter.

you moaned into his palm and he groaned low. “fuck—yeah, like that,” he breathed. “my sister’s so fucking wet for me,” he continued, rutting against you like a bitch in heat. his cock throbbed harder, leaking like a faucet, precum and your wetness everywhere. 

you’re not that much of a difference too—grinding down shamelessly on your stepbrother, chasing your needs until stars burst behind your eyelids—all while his girlfriend was sleeping on the same bed. 

“gonna cum—fuck, i’m so close baby—gonna cum on your thighs,” he rasped, broken gasps against your skin. you nodded, rolling your hips in tight circles. the way the tip of his cock brushed against your sensitive clit was overstimulating—and just like that, it did for both of you.

“mmh—!” your body locked up as you came hard on his cock, pulsing at nothing against his shaft. your cream and slick gushed down your thighs, nails digging into his forearm, back arching, muffled cries against his hand. 

sunghoon too, followed right after. “fuck—” he gasped low against your nape, forehead kissing your shoulder blade. his hips stuttered as he spilled ropes of hot and thick semen across the globe of your ass and lower back. 

his cum painted your skin under the covers, adding to the warmness. “shiiiit…” he panted, cock jerking with every pulse while he kept grinding on your ass, milking himself against you until he was empty. 

his cum smeared on your flesh as his hand eased off your mouth, middle finger slipping out wetly only for him to stroke your cheek inside, thumb brushing your bottom lip. 

“good girl,” he whispered, kissing the side of your face. “best sister ever.”

you panted, body limping as sunghoon tugged his sweats and your shorts up carefully, trapping the mess inside. his arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you flush to his chest—and funnily—clothed cock against your back again. 

sooha stayed asleep, oblivious.

“sleep now,” he murmured, kissing the shell of your ear. “next time… we’re going all out.”

it was day nineteen of your boyfriend being on tour and you felt like you were going to jump out of your skin just so that you could go touch his again. for even just one second at this point. 

just a single mention of him would have your blood pumping faster and faster before the person could even enunciate the ieung in his name, the life fluid pumping furiously through your body along your veins and arteries. you could especially feel it flowing warmly down to the crux of your things, your heartbeat pulsing through the little bud down there that rubbed in just the right soft little way when your legs pressed together unconsciously.

yang jungwon. the most considerate, thoughtful, and most of all, sexy man you'd ever been in a relationship with. he was every girl's dream boyfriend, and yours had just so happened to come true.

except dreams didn't last forever and jungwon's career as an idol was a huge wake up call for the both of you. life had seemed so happy and like nothing could interrupt those nights spent together, sweet and spicy at different times. at least, until enhypen's world tour started almost three weeks ago and jungwon had left early in the morning after a long, tearful hug and passionate kiss while the van that would take him to the airport waited in the parking lot of your apartment complex.

he was halfway across the world, and you missed him in…more ways than just one. god every time you'd go on instagram or tiktok and just scroll, smiling at all of the wholesome videos that engenes were posting of their concerts, it would always end in the same thing happening.

those wholesome, cutesy videos would turn into the alluringly sexy edits that some talented fans clipped together impossibly fast in only hours after the conclusion of their concerts, and the minute you saw your boyfriend in one, you were a goner.

pussy throbbing. legs pressing together. shifting uncomfortably as you naturally ground against yourself for a moment before stopping. it was too satisfying yet not satisfying enough–all at the same time.

neither of you had really brought up the subject of how you were going to handle your physical needs while apart—not wanting to think about it during the precious time you had together—but you already knew what you wanted to do.

it just didn't feel right pleasuring yourself without jungwon right next to you or hovering over you. almost as if a piece of that atmosphere in the bedroom was missing and you just physically couldn't touch yourself and get that pleasure that—deep down—you were really desiring.

the sound of the special ringtone that only jungwon's contact had made you jump a little bit from where you were sitting lost in thought on your bed, phone abandoned beside you on the duvet.

speak of the man and he shall call, you thought with a little giggle, practically diving at the phone to answer it.

"won!! i hope your concert went well tonight! you guys just got done a couple of hours ago, right?"

the sound of your voice made jungwon's cheeks turn up in a smile, a faint chuckle escaping him despite the exhaustion that he could feel throughout his entire body.

"hey baby, yeah we just finished up and got back to the hotel. i just got out of the shower actually," the raspy tone of his voice made your legs press together without you even realizing it. he always sounded like that after a hard day of work, and you'd gotten far to used to that meaning that it was time for him to wreck you in your bed.

you pouted, lips pressing together as you responded in a teasing tone. if only you could have been on call ten minutes ago. both lips would have been drooling for your man.

"and you didn't facetime me during that shower? it's like you don't even know me won. i miss you…"

the arousing sight was really getting to jungwon quickly, him used to seeing that face right in front of him and not through a screen as you asked him prettily to let you suck him off or fuck you.

his tightening pants didn't help much either, the thick length of him pressing painfully even against the flexible material of the sweatpants he’d just thrown on. every little movement you made just attributed to each and every twitch of his dick underneath the material that he was oh so familiar with constricting his arousal.

“oh baby don’t worry, i didn’t leave you out of anything but washing off sweat,” jungwon chuckled. the noise echoed sexily from his throat, exactly how it would when he was teasing you while standing half naked between your legs and about to fuck you. “i wouldn’t do that to my angel.”

you must have shifted to press your legs together a little more obviously than you thought because the next minute, jungwon was telling you in that deep, grounding voice of his to shed the thin panties that you’d slipped on before sitting on top of the covers of your bed.

the elastic snapped lightly against your hip as you slid a fingertip underneath the waistband and began tugging them down, shifting as you set your phone on the bed for a temporarily boring view of the ceiling before the real view of you in your full glory.

jungwon waited for a second while you slid them off, still throbbing between his own legs, but when the sight of your pussy, a gorgeous sight that he loved, popped up in front of his eyes, his rock-hard length was impossible to keep contained in his pants any longer.

he yanked the waistband down, the sound of rustling fabric on his end making you pulse and clench as he tugged his own bottoms off one handed as the other held your image on his phone aloft before his face.

finally all the clothes were gone. not really as a barrier between yourselves, but it kinda was. just of the visual sense and not the typical physical manner when you two were together.

"aw sweetheart you're dripping for me, aren't you—" jungwon’s eyes darkened impossibly more as he stared at the glistening apex of your thighs, legs spread just enough for him to be teased by your wet folds but not too much as for him to see everything.

you giggled softly, the throes of that dripping arousal gathering between your legs making you drunk on the feeling of lust spreading through your body. “she just misses you won, that’s all.”

“oh i bet she does. how many times have you tried to satisfy her already while i’ve been gone?” the smirk on his face was evident in jungwon’s voice as he looked on proudly, watching you squirm at words that he knew only amplified the arousal growing  at the base of your stomach.

a pout formed on your lips before you could stop it, saddened in a dramatic way about the actual number of times you’d been somewhat satisfied physically since your boyfriend had been gone. 

“zero times actually won,” your voice softened as your mind started softly pleading with you to beg your boyfriend to guide you into even the smallest of orgasms. “i didn’t want to leave you out or do anything without you. it just doesn’t feel right.”

“oh,” jungwon’s voice turned almost smug, except in a curious way. “so you haven’t touched yourself at all while we’ve been away on tour?”

"no—i haven't. if you're not here it just doesn't feel the same and i don't want to make myself feel good without making you feel good too."

god if he’d been any less experienced than now or just particularly desperate for you, that could have just caused jungwon to cream his pants. he was by no means controlling like that, but the idea that you’d thought of him first and waited instead of falling into your desires while he was gone made his stomach twist in knots that he’d only felt before while inside of you.

"you're so considerate baby. such a sweet little thing thinking of her boyfriend like that—"

in your eyes, you weren’t the important one right now, even if you were beginning to feel your wetness drip onto the comforter beneath you. it was almost certain that jungwon hadn’t gotten much time to relax at all with the crazy scheduling of enhypen’s ongoing world tour, and you wanted to help him let some stress out. it was the least you could do for all that he did for you despite his crazy workload as an idol.

"of course! oh and since we're talking now about this sort of thing, i'll help you relieve some stress and get yourself off won!”

another dark chuckle escaped jungwon’s mouth as he stared at you through the screen of your phone with hooded eyes. "oh sweetheart, you're such an angel—but i'm not going to just get myself off by staring at that cute, drippy little pussy of yours and not help you feel good too. after all, you've been such a good girl waiting for me to get back before you even pleasured yourself."

a slight whimper escaped your lips at that. how was your boyfriend literally so hot and how did he have such a way with his words to make your arousal dribble out of you with only a few of them passing from his mouth and echoing into the room from your phone’s speaker.

but no. you refused to be that girl that gave in and was all desperate when jungwon clearly still deserved his release a lot more than you did, despite what he said.

"no—i promise it's really okay! you've been working so hard and you deserve it, and i'll earn it by being a good girlfriend and waiting for you to get back to cum with you instead of doing it on my own and only thinking about you—"

for all that you wanted the statement to sound like, the desperation that you were trying to mask couldn’t help but peek through a little bit by making your voice tremble as you tried to get your point across to jungwon. he just worked so hard–he totally deserved to get pampered for at least a little while, even if it was only over facetime.

you, on the other hand, seemed absolutely just precious and so arousing and gorgeous to jungwon all at the same time as he continued to stare at you, lips pressed up in that smirk that he knew made you so wet for him and kept you dripping.

"baby, this is exactly why you deserve to make yourself cum with me on the phone right now. how about you go grab that vibrator of yours out of your drawer, and i'll have you know that i've known about it for a long time now—"

just because you’d forgotten about it didn’t mean that you didn’t panic when the words came out of jungwon’s mouth. god what if he thought that he wasn’t good enough or that he wasn’t making you feel good–he already worked so hard and he really did make you feel incredible as your bodies came together, alight in pleasure.

"i promise i haven't used it since we started dating—it's just been sitting there and it's probably dead—" you started babbling as you rushed to explain it to him–why you had a toy in your nightstand when you had a boyfriend that slept next to you every night.

jungwon stopped you with yet another arousing chuckle. "oh i know sweetheart, you're just too good to do something like that behind me, and that's exactly why i charged it for you before i left—so that you and i could make do with having at least a little bit of fun while we're apart.”

lips parted in confusion and also due to the haze of arousal that was beginning to fog up your brain, all you could do was just sort of stare at the man you were on facetime with. jungwon was visibly groping his bulge through his pants, just rubbing at himself lightly when he absolutely could have already taken it out and been satisfying himself much more.

“well angel,” he pressed his own lips out in a sweet pout as his hands didn’t stop one bit. “are you going to let me watch you make yourself feel good with that toy?”

heat prickled all over your body as jungwon practically stared into your soul as you leant to the side of the camera and your phone to reach into your nightstand and pull the little toy out from the very back part of the top drawer.

as promised, the light on the vibrator lit up when you pressed the power button and held it down for just a moment, blinking before becoming a solid color, remaining alight when you looked back up at the hungry gaze of the man on your phone’s screen.

he’d since then shed the last layer of clothing on his own body, pants shucked to the floor out of sight and without you hearing, likely locked in on the heat of the moment when you were taking out your toy that you were about to use in front of him at his request.

“aww sweetheart, are you that desperate that you’re humping the air now? i can see you dripping, so why don’t you just go ahead and turn that vibrator of yours on and use it? i said you could,” his crooning voice called out to you, just making your pussy clench and drool even more impossibly so.

it surely had to be a modern wonder how wet he could make you when he wasn’t even on the same continent.

you let out a deep breath, full of tension that you hadn’t quite noticed building up within you until it was bubbling right back out.

just a little button. that was all you had to press. then you just had to press it to yourself like jungwon had told you that you could, and you could feel good and that’d make him feel good.

the humming and buzzing of the toy seemed thunderously loud in the otherwise quiet room–you could hear it over everything, the blood rushing through your head, the distant horn of a train, even the foot traffic outside of the elevator across from your apartment door.

you bit down on the skin of your lip a little bit as you glanced back up at jungwon nervously, eyes darting from your center to the vibrator and then right back to him.

he was sitting there, cunningly quiet as ever as he gestured for you to move your hand, the vibrations of the item in your hand making it numb as you hesitated.

and then you just decided to jump the gun and do it. jungwon wanted you to–in order to make the both of you feel good and you couldn’t help but feel guilty while you kept delaying it with his throbbing erection dripping beads of precome out of the tip as he sat on with you, unmoving.

the feeling of it as it first touched the sensitive bud at the top of your folds made your eyes flutter shut immediately–it just felt too differently good after being deprived of anything sex-related for the last several weeks. god the buzzing of it against you made your hips shift back and forth subtly as you lost yourself in only the beginning of the throes of pleasure that were sure to continue.

it was almost as if you were in a trance for who knows how long until the sound of jungwon’s slick fist pumping himself pulled you out of it. the wet sound of skin slapping as his hand hit flush with his pelvis with every stroke was doing almost as much for you as the vibrator on your clit.

a whine jumped out of your throat as your hips twitched against the vibrator, the quiet noise of it buzzing and the louder ones of lube and pre-come echoing through the speaker of your phone as jungwon continued to jerk himself off to your whimpers.

“ungh baby,” his voice sounded gravelly and strained as your boyfriend called out to you, moaning more than speaking at this point. “are you close? i am, and i know you want us to come together.”

you sucked a gasp in through your teeth. just a single press to the button your thumb was resting on made the toy rumble faster against your center in a way that sent each vibration straight to the knot winding tighter and tighter inside your stomach.

“yes wonnie!” you whimpered out, the pleasure practically taking over your brain.

you were so close. your peak was almost there, but you were still climbing, right about to reach the point that you’d then fall over into ecstasy.

all you had to do was let your hips keep subtly grinding against the vibrator pressed against your clit and let it buzz for just a little longer until you were finally…

“mphhh,” you both moaned at the same time, indeed reaching your peaks together despite being so many miles and hours apart.

it was truly mind-numbing, the orgasm you just fell into. your eyes couldn’t help but roll back into your head at the intense feeling and rush of sensation, your legs twitching alongside it as the hand holding the vibrator in place dropped weakly away from your center. you could barely even manage to turn the damn thing off, that was how much it’d melted your brain.

“holy–” the two of you sounded breathless to the other over the speakers of your phones, both of you lying flat on your respective beds as the adrenaline rush finally crashed into you after such an intense peak.

“i know–” jungwon panted, “we’ve got to do that every night i’m not home.”

you nodded and managed to halfway moan out an agreement. absolutely.

divider credits to @cursed-carmine

© seungsoftly 2026 please do not copy, repost, or translate

You loved your job, truly. Being an animal lover, there was nothing more fulfilling than spending your days with sweet dogs, getting paid for the same was just a bonus. 

But lately, one of your clients had started behaving more like the dogs than the dog himself. Shiro? He’s an angel, a sweet golden retriever with a heart of gold and a tail that wagged like a metronome the second he saw you. He was easy to train, highly intelligent, eager to please, and just a sweet ball of fluffy sunshine.

His owner, however, is a completely different story.

You crouched beside Shiro in the sunlit yard, brushing a hand along his neck, cooing low, “good boy, Shiro. You did so well today, hm? Such a smart boy.”

You couldn’t help but notice a sigh behind you, a sharp intake of breath, however, you didn’t turn around just yet, knowing it was just Jake strolling through, observing your process, like he always does under the guise to ensure his precious puppy was safe. 

He never interrupted, just stood on the side with his hands shoved in the pockets of his sweats, pretending as if he’s not watching each move, listening to each command with the utmost concentration. 

“Such a good boy,” you whispered yet again, letting your words linger as the puppy enjoyed the gentle caressing of your nails down his fur on the back. 

That earned you another sigh, this one being sharper than before, which was enough to grasp your attention, eye flicking up to see Jake leaned against the side of the fence, arms crossed, sunlight caressing his face in a gentle breeze. 

His hair looked as if he’d run his fingers through them plenty of times, tousled beyond normal, jaw tensed and plush lips parted just a bit. His eyes weren’t on Shiro, rather, he was fixated staring at your hand. 

“Hey,” he breathed out the second he saw you staring, voice unsure, as if trying to appear stronger. 

“Jake,” you stood up, “didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, was just watching,” he said casually, gulping before saying, “you’re good with him.”

You chuckled, “I sure do hope so, been training dogs for a while now, they’re smart honestly, and well, praises always help.”

His pulse throbbed at his neck, you noticed the way his hand twitched at his side, fingertips brushing the waistband of his sweats.

“Praise, huh?” He echoed, voice huskier now.

You let your gaze wander down his body, “praise is powerful,” you said, stepping closer until he felt your warmth, “especially when it comes from someone you want approval from.”

Jake inhaled sharply, eyes flicking to your lips, then back up to yours, “I—uh, yeah.”

You smiled sweetly, feigning innocence as you tilted your head, letting your fingertips drift down to Shiro’s silky fur again instead of Jake’s needy body.

“Hm,” you murmured softly, “that’s why I always make sure Shiro knows when he’s being good.”

Jake stayed still, almost too still, however, you could feel the tension radiating off of him like heat, his body wound tight, practically trembling, he wanted to move, wanted your attention back. 

“Such a good boy, sitting so well for me, hm? So well behaved,” you mumbled and Shiro barked with joy. 

Jake could see your skirt ride up with how you were crouched down, which made the matter only worse for the poor boy, exhaling harshly, the tip of his ears turning a shy shade of red. 

Instead, you scratched beneath Shiro’s chin, whispering gently, “I love how patient you are, baby. You don’t bark, you don’t whine, you just wait like a good boy.”

Jake made a soft noise behind you, barely audible, almost like a choked off groan, turning abruptly on his heel.

You glanced up to see his back already disappearing through the glass sliding door, his shoulders tense, jaw clenched like he was running from something. Like he needed space, maybe air, or rather, a cold shower. You grinned at the situation. 

Without hesitation, you rose, brushing off your knees, gave Shiro one last kiss to the top of his head, who wagged his tail with happiness, and followed.

The hallway was quiet when you slipped inside. You heard the bedroom door creak open ahead, not slam, he didn’t wish to make a scene, didn’t want to admit he was bothered, but he was. The poor boy was unraveling.

You didn’t knock, just padded softly toward the half open door until you were leaning in the doorway, watching him with folded arms.

Jake stood by the window, head bowed, one hand gripping the edge of the sill, the other brushing up the back of his neck. His sweats were doing nothing to hide the tent between his legs, straining like it was begging for release. He hadn’t even noticed you yet, he simply wished to calm himself down.

You stayed silent for a moment, letting the air thicken between you, before breaking it with a gentle, “you alright?”

Jake stiffened for a solid second, turning slightly, eyes wide, “I—” his throat bobbed, voice cracking as he said, “yeah, of course. Just needed some air.”

You took a slow step in, then smiled, “was it the air, hm? Or the way I talk to your dog?”

He groaned, chest rising like he was holding back another sharp exhale, “you, uh,” he shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek.

You tilted your head, “It’s just praise, Jake,” you said innocently, crossing the room now until you were close enough to touch, “some boys need it more than others.”

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking down to your lips again, “I—what? Uh fuck.”

You smiled yet again, so innocent, then leaned close, your voice a velvet whisper by his ear, “and I know when a boy wants to be praised too.”

He was shaking by now, no one had ever cornered him like this, called him out this way, so clearly, yet softly, as if you had authority over him, and he was pretty sure that you did, or rather, he wanted you to have it. 

Jake’s jaw tightened, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, like even your breath was too much for him. He looked down again, the tips of his ears practically crimson now, his chest rising and falling like he couldn’t get enough air.

“You’re so obvious,” you murmured, brushing your fingers along his wrist, watching him shudder, the way his body twitched, “standing here, trying to act like you don’t want it, but baby, your body always gives you away.”

“I’m not—” he started, but his voice cracked halfway through, and his knuckles clenched. He couldn’t even lie to you.

“No?” You asked, stepping even closer, chest nearly brushing his, “then why’d you run inside so fast, Jakey?”

He didn’t answer, instead, he stared at your mouth, blinking slowly, eyes glassy with the want he hadn’t even realized was showing. You sighed sweetly, fingers sliding up his shirt, then around the back of his neck as you gently turned him, walking him backward until his back hit the wall.

“Oh, baby,” you said softly, nose brushing his cheek, “you’ve got no idea how easy you are to read.”

Your thigh slid between his legs, and he gasped, “you heard me call Shiro a good boy and just about lost it, didn’t you?”

His head dropped back against the wall with a low groan. His hands twitched at his sides, not daring to touch you, eyes yearning at this point. 

You leaned in, whispering hot against his throat, “poor thing, did it make you hard when I said it, huh? Or when I scratched his chin and told him how proud I was of him? Yeah?”

Jake whimpered, actually whimpered as if he was in pain.

“Oh,” you cooed, “there it is.”

Your hand trailed down his chest, not too fast, not too eager, rather, it was painfully slow. You kissed just under his jaw and smiled when he flinched like he’d been waiting for this, yet, not expecting it.

“Do you want me to say it to you?” You teased, brushing your hand over his aching cock through his sweats. He gasped, knees wobbling, “want me to call you a good boy, Jakey?”

“P—please,” he choked, voice thin and high.

“Aw,” you sighed, “I don’t know, I think you like the chase, don’t you? Acting like you’re not desperate, and then here you are, whining.”

You rubbed a little harder, watching the way his hips shifted forward into your palm without even thinking. You leaned close again, lips brushing his cheek, and whispered, “you’re already so hard through these. Is that from my voice, Jake? Or is it just that easy to ruin you?”

“Fuck,” he gasped, face burning, his body tense and shivering now, “I can’t—please.”

You tilted your head, “please what, baby?”

He looked at you with wide eyes, biting his lip, “call me that. Please, I—I really need it.”

You leaned in and licked the shell of his ear, “good boy.”

Jake whimpered again, louder this time, his head falling forward into your shoulder, body shaking.

“Aw, there it is,” you giggled softly, hand wrapping around the bulge in his pants, slow strokes that made him stutter against you, “that’s what you came inside for, right? My voice, hm? You want to be treated like a puppy too?”

He nodded, frantic almost. So you grabbed his jaw, tipped his head back against the wall and slotted your lips against his plush ones, and he melted with a low groan, legs buckling slightly as he moaned into your mouth.

You pulled back, breath warm on his lips, “bed. Now.”

He obeyed instantly.

You watched him go, all wobbly and flushed, then followed with a slow pace, pulling your top off over your head as you walked. His eyes were stuck on your thighs, your chest, your smirk, he looked like a man already halfway gone, devoted. 

“Lay down, arms up.”

Jake followed. The second you climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, he whimpered again, like he was afraid of what was coming and needed it more than air.

“Touch me, please?” He whispered.

You smiled, eyes sparkling, “good puppies don’t beg,” you said sweetly, pressing your hand over the front of his pants again, “they wait.”

His hips bucked under you, and he gasped when your fingers slipped inside the waistband, finally touching the flushed tip of his cock—already leaking, twitching in your palm.

“God, Jake,” you said, eyes glinting with dark amusement, “you’re dripping for me, didn’t even last a minute.”

“I’m sorry—fuck, I’m sorry,” he kept on mumbling, flushed by now. 

You pressed your lips to his ear, “don’t apologize,” you whispered, “you should be like this, hm? Weak and ruined. That’s what you are for me, aren’t you?”

He nodded, a whimper coming right out of his chest. You stroked him slowly, ignoring his needy little thrusts up into your hand. He started panting, his eyes welled.

“Already?” You teased, tightening your grip, “you’re gonna cry from just this?”

Jake blinked fast, a tear slipping down the curve of his cheek, looking so pretty you couldn’t help but stare at the helpless man who laid under you, his eyes begging you, “I c—can’t help it, feels too good, you’re so—uh fuck.”

“Ah, poor lil pup, you get a little attention and you fall apart? Just like a good fucking puppy.”

That was enough for him to break, he fell apart with a loud, desperate moan, hot and messy in your hand, body shuddering hard. His head turned into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, another tear sliding down his cheek.

But you were far from done. You climbed down his body, licking a slow stripe along his cock as he whimpered and writhed from overstimulation.

“Please, I can’t, oh god, fuck—it’s too much—” he gasped.

“Shh,” you smiled against the head, licking again, “good puppies don’t complain.”

Then you sucked him in again, brutally slow and mean, letting him cry under you.

“You love being ruined, don’t you?” You whispered against his soaked skin, “so desperate for my voice, my hands, my mouth, my fucking praise, hm?”

He nodded, sobbing softly now, trying to breather and you just chuckled. “such a pathetic, needy lil’ good boy.”

You crawled back up his trembling body, licking his tears as they fell, kissing each one from his flushed cheeks while his breath stuttered. He looked so beautiful like this, face sticky with desperation, lips swollen from biting down on them to keep quiet, eyes shining wet and wide as he stared up at you like you were the only person who understood him. 

“You still crying, baby?” You chuckled, brushing his messy hair off his forehead, “or did that feel too good, hm?”

“I—I can’t,” he choked, hips twitching, still overstimulated, “feels so good—I can’t think.”

“Good,” you purred, leaning down to kiss him softly, juxtaposing the filthy way your hand was still pumping his sensitive cock, slow, just enough to keep his nerves fraying, “I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel, yeah? Want you to be a good boy and cry while I ride you.”

Jake made a crying sound in his throat, a whimper caught halfway to a moan. You slid back up, thighs spreading over him as you aligned your slick cunt to the flushed, trembling head of his cock. He was still twitching, still softening slightly from the orgasm, but the second your warmth touched him, he gasped, like his body had no choice but to obey you.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, letting yourself sink down, stretching around his thickness inch by inch. He was hot and swollen inside you, still a little too sensitive, and it made every second so much more delicious, “you feel so fucking good, puppy.”

His hands clenched at the sheets beside him like he was fighting for sanity, eyes rolled back slightly, wet lashes fluttering, tears spilling more freely as you sank all the way down on him, full and snug and perfect.

“You’re crying again,” you sighed, cupping his wet cheek as you gave one slow grind of your hips, “you poor, poor thing. Is it too much? Too good? Or do you just love being inside me that much?”

“I—I love it,” he sobbed, eyes squeezed shut, “feels so fucking good, I can’t—fuck, please—”

“Shh,” you kissed the corner of his mouth, then licked the salt off his tears, “don’t cry too much, baby. You’re supposed to be my good boy, remember?”

“I am! I’m trying—” he cried, the desperation in his voice sending a shiver through your entire body.

“Trying?” You repeated with a cruel little smile, hips starting to roll with a deliberate rhythm, “you don’t have to try, sweet thing, you’re made for this—to cry under me, to take it all, to whimper when I ride you like you’re just my favorite little fucktoy.”

Jake whined, wrecked by now, his hands finally twitching up to your hips but still not gripping—like he didn’t dare hold too tight.

“Please, I need it,” he begged, tears soaking down his temples now, dripping into his hairline. “Please say it, please say it again.”

You leaned down, mouth brushing the shell of his ear, your words like honey, yet something that was enough to destroy him, “good fucking boy.”

The sob that tore out of his throat nearly broke you, such a pretty boy, crying and moaning just to be called a good boy? You loved it. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, grinding faster now, your pace building, “you like that? Like it when I ride you and tell you how pathetic and pretty you are, crying like a bitch in heat? Just for me?”

“Yes,” he gasped, “yes, yes—yes, I love it, I love—” he cried out, couldn’t form words. 

“Oh, baby,” you giggled, hand tangling in his hair to yank his head back, exposing that flushed, trembling throat, “you don’t even know what love is. You’re just pussy drunk, huh? All that cum fried your lil’ puppy brain.”

Jake whined like he agreed, hips jerking up into yours now, matching your pace with helpless little thrusts, his cries louder and wetter the more you bounced on him.

His eyes glazed over completely, mouth hanging open, drool glistening on his plush bottom lip, and it was too much. He looked ruined, sobbing, moaning, barely breathing at this point, letting his cock be used like it was never his to begin with.

“Fuck, Jake,” you gasped, grinding deep, “you’re so good for me, such a good boy—look at you, crying while I ride your cock. You love it, don’t you? You love being used like this.”

“I love you—fuck—I love it, I love your pussy, I can’t, please! Please, I’m gonna—”

You slapped his cheek lightly, making his eyes snap wide open as you rode him harder, “you wanna cum again, baby?”

He nodded, frantic, tears still sliding down his cheeks.

“You wanna cum like a good puppy while I use you, huh?”

“Yes,” he screamed, hips jerking up hard, “yes, yes, please, please!”

“Then fucking cry for me, Jakey,” you moaned, grinding down hard, your clit rubbing against his body perfectly, “show me how much you need it. Show me how pathetic you are for me.”

And that’s what he did—he fell apart beneath you with a sob that echoed through the room, body shuddering like he’d been waiting for this since ages, his warm cum flooded you again, cock pulsing wildly as he whimpered through the orgasm, tears streaming down both cheeks now, lips trembling.

However, you didn’t stop, you kept rolling your hips, squeezing around him, grinding through his second orgasm, letting the overstimulation destroy what was left of him. He was hiccuping now, crying into your chest, moaning your name like a sweet little puppy.

“That’s it, baby,” you whispered sweetly, kissing the top of his head, “you’re such a good boy. Look how pretty you cry for me.”

Jake just sobbed, clinging to you like he never wanted to be let go, and you just smiled, not having it in you to stop. You wished to break him again, and again, all over again. 

Until he would be just a broken, obedient little puppy for you. 

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Your thumb was caressing the underside of him, touching a prominent vein that made his body tense. Your mouth felt like heaven around his cock, your tongue hot and wet and massaging him in ways his own hand could never compare. Fucking you was a thousand times better, but he could never get enough of the view of you on your knees between his legs. There was something about it that would get him rock hard in an instant.

You were just getting started, and he already seemed like he was ready to come. Pulling off, you stroke him vigorously, a sharp breath punching out of him when you move your hand too fast.

He grunts as his hips push up into your fist. He wanted to run away, but there was nowhere for him to go. Your chest was pressing into his knees, and he would actually punch himself in the dick if he interfered with the view of your pushed-up cleavage.

“Stop,” he grits out, “I’m gonna come.” Ni-ki digs his fingers into the leather couch, trying to keep his bearings because now you look far too encouraged after he said that. With your eyes locked on his, you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, saliva dripping and coating his dick. This is porn. This is quite literally real life porn.

You smirk when Ni-ki sinks into the couch and throws his arm over his eyes. “Come in my mouth,” you purr, flicking the tip of his cock with your tongue.

Everything feels ten times worse because he’s not looking at you right now, but he knows exactly what kind of face you’re making. Your dark, seductive eyes zeroing in on his weak state as your lips push up into a saccharine smile. It sends him over before he can even register it, your lips suctioning the head of his cock in an instant and drinking up his release.

He groans, unable to handle you literally sucking the life out of him, but you’re still not done. You spit and slurp around his tip more, joy flooding you when he lets out a pained sound, his cock extremely sensitive after just finishing.

He’s gonna die. Ni-ki thought you were gonna end him, right there, with your mouth encasing him in orgasmic, wet warmth and his balls tensing up, ready to spill another load.

You took him to the back of your throat in one swift push, the heavy thickness of his cock filling your mouth beautifully. You moaned around him and watched him shudder as you peered up through your lashes.

It couldn’t have been any worse timing for Jake and Heeseung to walk in with a new video game in hand. Ni-ki mentally cursed his beautiful girlfriend for forgetting to lock the door, but technically, he shared half the blame because he saw the look in your eyes as you palmed his cock and told him to pull down his pants. Unfortunately, all the blood had left his brain and shot straight to his boner. There was no clear thinking when he knew what you had in store for him. A mind-blowing, overstimulating, body-shaking blowjob that he was now coming to regret. 

“Oh shit,” Jake cursed when his eyes landed on you between Ni-ki’s thighs with your nose flush to his pubic bone.

Anyone could grasp the situation with a glance. What made Ni-ki really regret letting you seduce him was the fact that he was right on edge, so the shock of them walking in, coupled with the pleasure of your succubus-like mouth, made him come harder than he ever had.

His body hunched over as you continued to swallow him down, not caring much that you currently had an audience. If anything, you felt you were saving a bit of Ni-ki’s dignity and preventing further trauma to his hyungs by keeping your mouth around his cock. Your lips were kissing the base of him, meaning they couldn’t see anything other than Ni-ki coming like a fool with your pretty mouth working him over. 

“Get out get out get out,” Ni-ki frantically wheezes. He was not looking up. That was not an option right now. Not when he was experiencing the most intense blowjob of his entire life, and he could physically feel his soul vacating his body.

They were not moving fast enough for Ni-ki, though, and you were no help. You moaned around his cock as you swallowed the last of his cum, the vibrations practically killing him if he didn’t already feel like he was dead. His stomach caved and his hands flew to squeeze your shoulders, a silent plea for you to stop before you made him any worse off.

Extremely red-faced, Heeseung grabs onto Jake’s hoodie and drags him out of the room. Ni-ki hears a high-pitched ‘sorry’ from one of them on the way out. They both needed counseling after what they just witnessed. And a cold shower.

When you heard the door slamming, you slowly pulled off his cock, a devilish smile curling on your lips as you licked them clean of any spit or cum. With a deep huff, Ni-ki tucks himself into his pants before you can get any other ideas. He can already imagine what the group chat is gonna look like later on today, and he knows that if you had it your way, you would really give them something to talk about.

Ni-ki narrows his eyes at you when you stand up. “You were enjoying that too much.”

The hot water ran over your body, soothing the sore muscles under the skin that throbbed with each slight movement. Your hands went up to the back of your neck, giving it a light squeeze in an attempt to ease the sharp sting that made you shudder the moment you moved your neck. You left light squeezes all over the shoulders as you gritted your teeth at the pain, but nothing was helping.

You groan out in frustration at the poor attempt to at least slightly give yourself some kind of relief—no use. Before you knew it, you turn the warm water way hotter. A hiss escaping you as it hit your hair, trickling down your arms and legs. It felt unbearable, but a few seconds were enough for your body to adjust, muscles finally giving a reaction and twitching under the stream of the shower.

You dragged your hands down your face, head tilting up towards the boiling stream rubbing your thighs together, switching foot to foot. The ache between your legs have not persisted, only seemed to swell more. It definitely wasn't a pleasant feeling—sore, aching and throbbing in the most discomforting way.

The fog slowly filled up the bathroom, white clouds dancing around the tiled room, trapped and swaying. You close your eyes at an attempt of relaxing inhaling sharply through your nose, filing your lungs with the humid air before exhaling through your mouth. Just as you were trying to trick your mind that your muscles weren't cramping anymore, the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed through the air, a slight rattle of the doorframe was felt as they went closed.

Your head snapped toward the sound, eyes searching for his figure in the midst of fog before they landed on his silhouette. Your heart jumped at the blur image of him stripping, the wet humid glass of the shower only lessening the view. Your eyes were stuck on him, the familiar movement of his limbs, the familiar build—all too familiar.

The moment his figure was getting closer to the shower, your head snapped back toward the wall, playing it off as he opened the glass door. You tried not to look, dragging the palms down your face in an poor attempt to hide the way your body stiffened. The glass door shut, the sound of wet steps seemed closer and you glanced at him, fingers running through your hair and pushing it back.

All of a sudden it felt suffocating—not because of the warm water, not because of the white smoke surrounding you, but because of him.

You cleared your throat the moment he stopped right next to you, taller frame eating your smaller one up, shoulders strong and broad, jawline sharp and flexing as he let it go slack, feeling the water enter his mouth. His dark blue hair was pushed back, undercut nothing but perfect, the two fresh lines sat right next to his hairline, pulling the look together.

The water trickled down his naked body, hands passing over his chest lightly, rubbing and caressing it. Too close. He was too close. Your eyes danced awkwardly around the wall that you two were facing, arms crossed over your breasts as you rubbed your shoulders, thumbs digging over the collarbones before.

Jay's head turned to look at you, sharp eyes boring into the side of your thoughtful face. You could feel it. His gaze devouring you just as you stood by him under the heavy stream of water. Jay chuckled, the vibrations getting to you as the sound bounced off the tiles together with the rush of running water. You turned to face him, eyes meeting with a sharp tug at your chest. The big stream ran over both of you, caressing your skin as each drop now felt heavier against your own body.

Jay fully turned to you, gaze flicking down to your lips, then your arms over your chest. A grin tugged at his lips, hands grabbed your wrists as he pulled them away from your front and yanked you closer to him—his head dipping down to catch your lips.

Your lips meet in a slow kiss. His plush lips moving against yours with sensual grace, and you let him, kissing back in no time. The grip he had on your wrists was strong, becoming steadier with each move of yours, afraid that you will pull away. Your bodies glued, his chest wet and firm as the kisses became hungrier, sloppier. Your breathing picked up, skin on fire at just the feel of his bare body against yours—the throb between your legs shot up your already sore muscles, screaming for a rest. But when Jay's hands let go of your wrists, and ran over your naked front as he left kisses down your wet neck—it all went to hell.

You hissed at the squeeze he delivered to your breasts, thumbs teasing the already hard nipples making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your arm found an anchor—his shoulders, as you tilted your head back in a pain that seemed to only build up into the shallow pleasure when his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples. "Ah fuck..." You mumbled under your breath, ears already drumming with overwhelming warmth that had you clinging onto his figure that assaulted your already sensitive body. His tongue flickered against you nipple fast, mouth slurping up the water that trickled between your bodies before he tugged at it with his teeth, rolling it painfully against them before releasing. You gasped, a slight tremor passing through you in an attempt to dull the sharp sting. Your legs felt like jelly, and the ache that's supposed to burn in desire, only seemed to pulse in a poor scream of 'too much'. Your mouth felt dry, one leg hooked onto his thigh.

But was it too much?

Jay looked up at you, his tongue following the column of your throat, hot tongue traveling up to your chin, leaving behind a burning sensation. He gripped your waist, as he straightened himself, and before you knew it, your back was against the tiled wall. You gulp, eyes flicking up to meet his. Jay's expression was unreadable now—no grin, no teasing, just focus. His grip tightened at your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to ground you, to keep you upright when your knees threatened to fold.

He caught it, the slight tremble of your knees, the tense shoulders. He smirked. "Already giving up?" His thumb dug harder into your waist, a warning more than a touch, holding you firmly in place as the water thundered down around you. Jay leaned in just enough for you to feel his breath against your cheek, not kissing, not touching—making you wait.

"Stand up." He muttered. "I've got you."

You swallowed, forcing your legs to obey as another shiver tore through you. The tiles were cold against your back, the contrast brutal with the sensitive heat pooling low in your body. Jay's gaze stayed locked on your face, tracking every reaction, every breath you failed to control. "Don't look away." He added calmly, lifting your chin just enough to make sure you didn't.

The moment stretched—heavy, suffocating—before he pulled back a fraction, just to watch you breathe again. His grip never loosened, fingers still bruising, anchoring you there as if daring you to collapse.

"Good." He said simply, satisfaction flickering across his face. "Now stay still." The rain shower continued to pour over you both, heavy and relentless, but Jay's attention shifted. His gaze dropped just briefly to the side, toward the unused handheld docked against the wall. You noticed it immediately. The shift in his focus. The intent.

The pressure on your body didn't ease for long. His other hand stayed firm, pinning you there as he reached for the smaller shower head, fingers curling around it with intent. The hose rattled softly as he pulled it free, the sound sharp in the enclosed space.

The stream changed pitch as he adjusted it—more focused, harsher than the rain above you. You tensed instinctively. Jay glanced back at you, catching it immediately. "I said still." He didn't rush. Tested the spray against the tile beside your hip, water splashing back against your skin, close enough to make your breath hitch without actually touching you yet. The contrast—heat, pressure, proximity—had your muscles locking up on reflex.

His grip tightened in warning.

"Don't make me repeat myself." He muttered, calm, almost bored. Your chest rose up and down in an uneven loop, hands flat against the cold tiles, steadying you. A sudden slam of his knee between your thighs made you shudder as he spread them. The hand that was on your hip was fast enough between them, a teasing drag of his middle finger against your swollen slit—tender and testing. A sharp inhale exuded you, eyes closing in pure restraint.

His finger dragged slowly, feeling the slimy arousal coat his fingertips, mixing with the water that clung to his hand. Jay's fingers pressed into your heat, swallowed by the pulsing folds. A low moan escaped you, head hitting the wall behind you, feeling the water run down between your bodies, slippery and hot. He spread you, his pointer and middle pulling the folds apart agonizingly slow, earning a choked sound from you, eyes squeezing tighter. He moved back an inch, head tilting down to look at your spread slit.

He clicked his tongue, gaze glued to the red and sensitive flesh, observing it—studying. "I should have went a little softer, don't you think?" He cooed, eyes moving up to your dazed face. A teasing suppressed smile tugged at the corner of his mouth—eyes glimmering with mischief. You pushed your head off the wet wall, clit pulsing hard against the open air making your hips roll involuntarily in a search of something more.

You gulped, hips pushing forward. A nod from you made him chuckle, hand still holding your pussy open and eyes flicking over the raw, glistening mess. "Was too much last night?"

You nodded, yourself not knowing the answer, but your body screamed for a rest. "Yeah. Can't stand properly." The honesty made its way out of you in a soft tone, words getting to Jay before he hummed in response. "Good." He added slyly. "Gonna ruin this pussy till he can't touch it for a week."

A gasp erupted from your chest as the stream of water hit your most sensitive skin. Jay's fingers ingraved on your lips, holding you mercilessly exposed to the sharp spray of water—making you shiver and arch. Jay's eyes never left your face, watching every flinch, every breath, every subtle twitch. His cock already burning and aching, pre cum dripping down his leaking tip, painfully getting harder and harder by each passing second.

The pressure on your pussy felt overwhelming, you squirmed against the stream searching for more—hips moving helplessly as a cry of overstimulation escaped you. Jay smirked, bringing the showerhead closer and angling it just where he knew will leave you trembling—you gasped. The stream now hitting your puffy clit, sending tremors down your thighs.

The water roared around you, hot and heavy, steam curling thickly in the tight space. He shifted slightly again, controlling the angle, letting the spray hit exactly where he knew it would make you cry, your body betraying itself despite your attempts at restraint. "Fuck— yes..." You whispered, eyes lazy adorned with pleasure, relaxing your body and surrendering it to the ecstatic torture.

You moaned, hole clenching under the pressure of the water stream, breathing shaky and unstable. Jay pressed himself flush against you, sandwiching you between the cold wall and his hot body. He pressed the showerhead right onto your clit—hard and harsh. "Jay!" You cried out, hands clawing at his wrists, trying to stop him, to stop the overwhelming feeling that burned between your legs gradually devouring your whole body.

He hummed softly, arms strong and not moving an inch against your poor attempts at pushing him away, he only pressed more. The sound of the gush against your clit and your cries were the music to his ears, fueling him. "Already shaking?" He cooed, pressing his chest harder against you, feeling the perks of your smashed tits rub against him—gliding with ease against his wet skin as you squirmed, eyes locked onto his slanted ones.

"It's too—fuck Jay! It hurts—it hurts so good!" You grinded against the cold metal, now holding his hands in place, breathing raged as you chased the heat that was pooling at the pit of your abdomen, the warmth that seemed to coil lower with each drag of your hips against the sharp stream. The harsh quiver of your thighs made Jay grin feverishly. One finger finding his way between your throbbing bud and the cold showerhead—grazing your clit before leaving slow agonizing taps against it. "A-ahh..." You let out a broke sound, you voice giving out, eyes dropping down his wet body. The water trickling down his shoulder, chest, dissappearing right where you two were mushed together—your nipples hard against his pecks, begging for attention with every subtle raise of his chest that provided them with slight friction.

"You're already gone and I haven't even tried." He scoffed. "Pathetic much." He dipped his head down, letting his wet lips graze your neck, right under your ear. Goosebumps rose over your damp skin, the warmth of his breath something that's burning you more than the almost boiling water running down your naked bodies. He pressed a tender kiss, finger still working between your legs in tandem with the water caressing your heat, slow and deliberate taps on your clit sent shivers you never felt before down your spine. Your arms shot up onto his shoulders, engulfing him in a sloppy hug as you clung onto him, legs shaking and at the brink of giving out. "Yes, don't stop." You chanted in his ear, hot air fanning his neck feeling his muscles contract under your grip. One of your legs hooked onto his hip with wobbly strength you somehow mustered, angling your hips for him.

Jay smothered your neck in kisses, teeth grazing the burning skin—teasing, feeling and exploring. "So needy." He breath out. "Letting me use this sore cunt. You are gonna let me fill it up again, yeah? " Jay murmured against your ear, filthy words sending you into a frenzy

"Yes!"

Your thighs shook, hips stuttering back as he started rubbing fast tight circles on your clit. You let out a cry, eyes tight shut as you nuzzled into his neck one hand already into his locks, pulling and gripping—trying to ground yourself. Teeth grazed at your shoulder, dipping into the aching muscle giving it a painful bite. His finger didn't stop, it sped up against the gush of water that made your head spin as you cling to him. "Fuck...there you go."

The pressure built too fast, too sharp, your body locking up before you could brace for it. Your breath hitched, then shattered, the sound tearing out of you as the tension snapped all at once. Every nerve lit up, overwhelming, blinding—heat crashing through you in a relentless wave that had your grip tightening, nails digging in as if you might slip away if you let go.

Jay didn't slow. If anything, he held you there, unyielding, letting the aftershocks roll through you until your thighs trembled violently, muscles oversensitive and screaming. You gasped against his skin, helpless to the way your body reacted, to how every lingering sensation felt magnified, too much and not enough all at once.

"Easy." He muttered, not soft, not kind—steadying you as the wave faded, your mind cloudy as he finally moved the showerhead away from your used core, finger stopping all the action and finally letting your folds meet. You hissed at the feeling, arms dropping from his shoulders trying to ground you against the cold tiles.

The water kept pounding down, loud and unforgiving, steam curling thick around you as you stood there, still shaking, still raw—your body slow to come back down, nerves buzzing. You were on the verge of collapsing, legs trembling, your pussy throbbing with overstimulating aftershocks. Your eyes went closed, your breathing raging and before you could register what was going on, Jay was already placing the showerhead back, knees fast on the wet floor as he pushed his hair back out of his face, letting the rain pour over his features as it dropped down in harsh drops.

At feel of his palms feeling your thighs up your head snapped down, eyes meeting. "Jay—" He bit his lip in response, a teasing smile tugging at the corner as his gaze dropping down to your mound before he raised one thigh onto his shoulder. His eyes danced over your pussy, wet, pulsing, puffy and red. Jay licked his lips, desire burning deep in his chest at just the mere clench of your hole against his gaze. "Fuck..." His voice came out low and needy, mouth watering at just the sight. His cock throbbed, standing hard against his lower stomach, pulsing with need and arousal. He let out a low moan as his fist tugged at his length, stroking it teasingly before abandoning himself, his palms now holding your hips in place, mouth attaching to your clit in a matter of milliseconds. You gasped, hips pulling back—but he held you there. Right at the mercy of his feverish mouth lapping up your juices that mixed with the hot pouring water, tongue dancing against your sensitive bud fast.

You cried desperately, gasps and sobs leaving your parted lips. "Mmm..." His voice vibrated against your cunt, making you grind your hips against his tongue that ravenouly toyed with your clit. Rolling it, sucking harshly, licking it and pressing it flat as he bobbed his head against your heat. You arched into him, eyes tearing up as you bit your bottom lip in pure endurement head falling back against the wall, eyes tight shut.

The back of your heel dug into his midback, pushing him desperately against your pussy with your hips trying to move back but was met with the damp wall—your body experiencing conflict in real time. You cried out when his teeth bit down at your puffy bundle of nerves that was screaming for rest. "Fucking shit, can't get enough of this pussy." A slap echoed through the closed off space, making you jolt and yelp in surprise and pleasure. His hand left a hand print on your thigh, glowing red from the force he hit you with. Jay's tongue was back on you, now playing with your hole as he pushed the tip in and circled it around—feeling you tense around his hot muscle. "I can taste myself from last night fuuck—" He spoke before he licked a filthy strip up to your clit. "Bet he tastes me everytime without even knowing"

He placed his tongue flat onto your bud, pressing down onto the swollen throbbing flesh before he moved his head side to side—fast and hungry. "Jay!" Your hands were fast into his dark blue locks, pulling and gripping it, breath hitching and ragged as your eyes were glued onto his mouth right over your cunt. Gasps filled the air, sobs following here and there. The coil in your abdomen seemed to get big fast, the tension that threatened to snap with each fast and rough move of his head. You rolled your hips against him, but it turned just into a try as he held your hips tightly, mouth devouring you impatiently.

"I—I'm..." Your voice trembled. "—close." The word barely made it out before it broke apart completely.

The pressure snapped without warning. Your body seized, breath stalling as the sensation tore through you all at once, sharp and overwhelming, stealing the strength from your legs. Your grip tightened in his hair as if that was the only thing keeping you upright, a broken sound ripping out of you as the wave crashed hard and unforgiving.

Jay didn't pull away. He held you there through it, unrelenting, letting it wash over you until your thighs trembled violently, muscles locking, nerves screaming at the intensity. Every shake of his head felt amplified now, too sensitive. Your body still reacting even as the peak began to fade.

Your head tipped back against the tile, chest heaving, vision swimming as the aftershocks rolled through you in uneven bursts. You shuddered, breath coming in short, wrecked pulls, hands slipping weakly from his hair to his shoulders as your strength finally gave out. But his mouth still worked on you with the same rhythm that never persisted. You squirmed against him tiredly, wincing at his greediness. You whimpered and sobbed desperately, but still rolled your hips against his savage mouth and trying to move your numb leg that was still dangling onto his shoulder. But there was no need for that because he was fast up on his feet, wiping his chin and lips with the back of his hand before harshly turning you and pressing face-first against the cold tiles. You moaned out, mind mushy nor able to form a coherent thought.

He pulled your hips toward him and you felt it. His hard cock against your ass cheeks, hard and pulsing. You couldnt think, couldn't speak, only surrender to Jay's merciless touches. The water from above hit your lower back, dipping right over your waist and ass as it poured down, feeling it trail where you were burning up and hurting—right between your bodies. It slid down your ass cheek and caressed your folds, mixing with your arousal as it dropped onto the tiled floor. It made you grind back against Jay, pressing against him in search of relief.

Jay's hand grabbed his cock, stroking it before he dragged it down between your folds, mixing his own precum with your wetness. He hissed at the contact, eyes dark as they never left the place where he teased you. You moaned, cheek flat against the tiles, hands supporting you as you arched into him, begging to be filled. And with no warning he slammed into you, hips working your walls open infuriatingly hard and fast. He slipped in with ease, hips slamming against your ass repeatedly as he groaned at each sound that ripped from your throat. His fingers threated through your slippery wet hair, fisting your roots as he pulled your hair straining your already painfully sore neck. His breath fanned your ear, teeth pulling at the red skin. "Such a slut—" His hips pounded into you, his length reaching deep, rubbing the velvety walls with a brutal pace. You hummed at his words, only focused on the wall he was splitting you open, his balls now and then hitting at your clit the more you arched.

"Letting your childhood friend who you grew up with fuck you like this." He continued, pace brutal and precise—like he knew exactly the angles, the rhythm that made you shudder, lose it altogether.

Maybe because he did.

He knew every part of you, your life, your body. It's like your autonomy became his—and that was the worst part of it. There was no mystery here. No learning curve. Just familiarity sharpened into something dangerous.

Your body responded before your thoughts could catch up. It always did with him. Like it remembered things you never consciously agreed to give away. Every reaction felt automatic, trained, humiliating in how natural it came. This wasn't new.

It was inevitable.

And the way your body kept answering him—despite everything you knew you shouldn't want—made it impossible to pretend otherwise.

The smacks echoed the bathroom, water running down onto your moving bodies, adding to the glide of his cock into your soaked hole. His hand gripped your hair, not moving as his other went to wrap around your arched waist. "What would our parents say, huh?" Your walls clenched at his words, and he felt it. A chuckle escaped him as you moaned lowly in response. "Knowing everytime they told me to go to your house, while they were not there to keep you safe. I was all up in their daughter's pussy." He let out a dry laugh, cynical. "Matter of fact—" He yanked your hair, making you face him and eyes lock onto his. "What would your sweet boyfriend Jungwon say?"

Your just stared back at him, look dazed and high, lips parted. Jay felt his cock twitch, hips slamming into you, feeling your walls tighten at every syllable that left his mouth. "Who you go to after I'm done with you. My smell all fucking over you and cum dripping down your thighs." He spat out, eyes dropping to your lips, admiring the way you didn't think, couldn't—just straight listening to his filthy words, eyes barely open. He laughed in mockery.

"Fucking slut. Can't even speak because of my dick."

You tried to get closer to his face, smash your lips together, but he kept you firmly by your hair, scoffing at your attempt. You whined in response, feeling your pussy pulse, throbbing in overstimulation. But still you moved your hips back with the strength you had left, meeting his thrusts halfway. Jay groaned at it, moving back to take a look at where you two met. Your puffy folds swallowing him as you fucked yourself back, meeting his harsh hips. A string of moans left you, cheek pressing back against the wall, his hand pushing it onto the hard tiles. A smack of his palm against your ass made you jolt, nose wrinkling in pain as a whimper escaped. Another smack. And another.

You cried out, hands dragging against the slippery surface, squirming as his hips pushed into you furiously with each drag of his cock against your cunt. "You are swallowing me, fucking sucking me in Y/N." He breathlessly spoke, eyes fixated on the way you took him, walls squeezing and sucking him in greedily. Your mind was fuzzy, legs shaking as you felt your pussy burn, nerves on fire with each pound of his.

Then in the midst of it all—the sound of skin on skin, breathless moans and the water running—a ringtone. That ringtone that specifically made your heart flutter, made you smile like an idiot before answering as you run to grab it. The ringtone no other person in your phone had—not even your best friend.

Jungwon.

The phone vibrated against the counter right outside the glass shower, the cute specific melody echoing the space making Jay sneer as he pounded you harshly, his grip tightening onto your hair. But this time, the ringtone didn't even make you flinch—your focus only on the man behind you ravishing you.

"Won't you answer?" Jay asked, feeling his cock twitch, tip more sensitive then ever as the pressure started raising in his pelvis. You bit your lip, orgasm building up as the sting on your scalp made you moan out in pain. The melody didn't stop, vibrations sending the phone dancing around the marble counter. "Your cute little boyfriend wants to ask you how you slept, did you eat, hm?" Jay asked in a baby voice mockingly, his arm holding your waist, preventing you from collapsing right there and then between him and the slippery wall. Your ears started to ring, pleasure building fast and sharp, every nerve end seemed to burn and pulse in need—need for the release.

Uncontrollable moans spilled from you, hips moving back in pure ecstasy. Jay could not stop the sneer that escaped him again, cock at the brink of spilling his seed deep into your warm pussy—wanting nothing else then to fill you up. To leave a piece of him behind. But he gritted his teeth, fucking you harder and faster, tactical thrusts hitting that one spot inside you, and it all crumbled.

"Jay fuck! Yesyesyes—" You chanted out pleas as a mantra, eyes tight shut, hands turned into fists knuckles turning white. Everything shut down for you—and then flared back to life in aftershocks. Pleasure rushed through you in waves, stealing your voice, your thoughts, everything but the feeling of him right there, grounding you as you came undone.

Jay felt it instantly. The way your body clenched, the way you broke around him. His rhythm faltered for half a second, a low sound leaving his chest as his control finally started to crack. He stayed close, the arm around your waist, the one that gripped your hair instinctively moved by your head, palms flat against the cold wall—bracing himself, hips stuttering as he felt you spasm around him. His name repeatedly hitting his ear drum, your voice shaky and unstable as you slowly came down from your high, gritting your teeth as his cock still plunged inside you. You arched into him, giving him a better angle—just how he liked it.

And it was all it took for him to spill inside you. His orgasm came crashing down onto him in harsh waves, sending his hips stuttering as his white seed shot deep into you. His head dropped right by your ear, deep breaths fanning your damp skin as he fucked the remnants of him into you, making sure not a single drop ends up wasted. "Ah fuck—" He cursed, thighs spasming and arms trembling. You felt like you would black out any second, the weight of him over you and the heat of his body were overwhelming.

The rain over you still pouring down onto your flushed bodies, providing some kind of relief. The water turned lukewarm without both of you noticing—bodies tired, sore and aching.

He pulled out, the sudden feel of emptiness making you wince as the soreness took place again—worse than earlier, painful. You stood there trying to move your thighs, to lean fully against the wall, but you couldn't. Jay noticed it, a smirk on his lips as his eyes flicked over your pussy stuffed with his release, some coating your folds as the most dripped out of you and onto the floor in a trickle, mixing with the running water.

You swallowed, breath uneven as you made yourself move somehow, shoulder meeting the wall. Your gazes collided, breath slowing, the moment settling into place like muscle memory. He stood there with you under the water, trying to calm his own breathing as his back met the tiles right by you.

The silence was comforting, familiar, something you always enjoyed. It was until your phone dinged, signaling you received a message. Jay turned his head to you, scanning your exhausted face before he spoke;

"You should call him back."

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