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Sion and the rest of the boys didn’t just beat Sakuya at football. They destroyed him. Throughout the sports lesson, it was like they all ganged up to humiliate him. It started small with jeers of ‘Girl-chan’ and nasty kicks to the shins, but then it got serious.

Finally, Sion tackled him to the ground when the teacher wasn’t looking. If Sakuya had just given in then, they might have left him alone, but instead, he wiped the blood and dirt from his mouth, and flashed Sion two gleeful middle fingers. You cringed at the memory.

“Just stop asking for it!” you said. “If you ignore him, he’ll leave you alone.”

Sakuya put in his AirPods.

“Okay. How do I put this?” you said. “You’ll never beat Sion, so don’t try.”

Sakuya’s eyebrow twitched.

“Look, I mean, the guy’s twice your size! Um, that’s not it. Sion has the body of an athlete, whereas your body is more like… you know when you find a spider in the bath, and it’s all drowning, and its legs are like, flailing around?”

Sakuya stopped walking and just stared at you. His black eyes were empty.

You sighed. “That’s not what I meant either.”

“Ok,” Sakuya said, “I thought the earphones made it pretty clear I don’t want to talk to you, but I guess not.” He pulled out an AirPod and gestured roughly down the road. “If you’re so hot for Sion, why don’t you just go and screw him?”

Sakuya pulled his bag strap up his shoulder and strode onwards.

You stopped, stunned at his aggression. What had you ever done to Sakuya? You were just trying to help, and he had hit you with all the anger his bullies deserved.

As you stood there, fighting the tightness in your throat, you saw Sakuya turn and look at you.

“I don’t want to screw Sion,” you said slowly. “I have standards.”

Sakuya winced, and took a step towards you.

“Sorry,” he said. “I know you don’t want to do Sion. I always thought you were pretty cool for that. I shouldn’t have said it.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have said it,” you replied, a smile curving your lips.

The same smile flitted over Sakuya’s face. “Ok, was I really that bad in the game?” He walked slower now, letting you match his pace with ease.

“Bad,” you laughed. “Horror movie bad. Texas Chainsaw Massacre bad.”

“Now now,” Sakuya said, his eyes widening. “You should see the-”

“I should see the other guy?” you interrupted. “Yeah, I have seen Sion, and he’s totally fine. Not a scratch.”

Sakuya kicked a loose pavement stone in anger. Then, he cursed, hopping around and holding his hurt foot.

His liquid eyes met yours, and you both started laughing.

Suddenly, he ducked down and picked up a dandelion. He thrust it into your hand. “Here.”

“What is this?” you said, eyeing the weed.

“I dunno,” he said. “I feel like I should… give you something. To say sorry.”

You twirled the dandelion. “If you want to make it up to me, why don’t you let me clean your cuts?”

Soon, Sakuya was sitting on the wall, and you were dabbing at the cuts on his cheekbone. You used your water bottle to wash the mud from the sore skin. Sakuya let out a whimper, then looked down in embarassment. His cheek was smooth under your touch. His thick-lashed eyes were almost beautiful.

“I remember what you used to be like,” you said quietly. “You used to make daisy chains for all the girls. I think I still have mine.”

Sakuya’s lip quivered, fighting a smile.

“And you had that,” you said, frowning, “that huge backpack, with that pink thing on it, that-”

“Minnie Mouse keyring,” you both said in unison.

Sakuya grinned, looking down. “That keyring was hard, okay? My mum got it for me from Disneyland Florida. It cost like 10 dollars.”

“I was so jealous of it,” you said.

“I’ve always liked you, Sakuya,” you added, putting your things back in your bag to hide the way your heart was thudding in your chest.

“I like you too,” he said.

You looked up at him. He stared straight at you, blinking fast. His tongue flashed over his mouth. A cool breeze ruffled your hair as the blue afternoon slid into golden evening.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me now?” you said.

Sakuya’s face exploded with redness. “What?”

“I like you. You like me back. Isn’t it time for you to kiss me?” you said.

Sakuya laughed shakily. “I really don’t think-”

“What?” you said. “Wow, you’ve really never kissed a girl, have you?”

“Hey, I’ve kissed plenty of girls!” Sakuya said, kicking the wall with one heel.

“Really?” you said. “I mean, I know Layla liked you last year, but I thought you said-”

Suddenly, Sakuya’s hands were on your face, warming it.

He leaned over you, brushing your hair back with one large hand.

“What are you-” you said, your cheeks slightly smushed.

“I’m kissing you, aren’t I?” Sakuya said. “Look, do you want to do this or not?”

And then he was kissing you.

When Sakuya placed his lips to yours, they weren’t stiff, or aggressive. They were soft as candyfloss, melting against yours. His hands softened, threading your hair back as he relaxed into the kiss.

Your hands found his knees, and clasped the muddy skin. Your heart was pounding so fast you were sure he could feel it.

After one cool drink of his mouth, you pulled back.

A grin split Sakuya’s face in two, and he was grinding his heels into the pavement. The blush had spread down his neck and was peeking out the bottom of his shorts.

“That was nice,” you said quietly, looking up into his face. “But you are seriously acting like someone who has never been kissed.”

“Jesus!” Sakuya said, his voice breaking.

He swung himself to his feet and started jogging down the road back to the school.

“Wait for me!” you called, as you ran to catch up with him.

This wasn’t hard as he managed to trip on literally every stick, pebble and pothole in the way.

Sakuya is really, really bad at sports, you thought with a smile.

—

When you reached the school road, Sakuya was already walking up to his mum’s car.

“I’ve got to get going, okay?” he said, flashing you a ridiculously large smile.

“Wait,” he said. “Should we… follow each other on Instagram, or something?”

“I already follow you,” you said, smiling. “I’ll send you a message.”

He gave you a thumbs up, and ducked into the car.

Sakuya had kissed you today.

You couldn’t stop smiling all the way home.

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"It's Shotaro," you hiccupped. "He broke up with me. On our six-month anniversary of all days! He left me in the bar… so I decided to have a few cocktails. Okay, maybe more than a few."

Anton's mouth fell open. "Oh, Y/n, I'm so sorry."

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smearing your lip gloss. You probably looked like a mess, but you were too drunk and sad to care.

“He said, in this dead pan voice, like a total psycho, Y/n, it’s just not going to work. You’re self-centered, you’re not as funny as you think you are, and you’re terrible at sucking dick.”

Anton blushed. “He said all that?”

You nodded. “It’s the most I’ve ever heard him speak in one go.”

You held your face and started to cry. The sobs wracked through your whole body, making you shake.

You felt a hand lightly touch your arm.

“That guy’s a jerk. He didn’t deserve you.”

Anton’s hand on your arm felt so comforting. The only time Shotaro would ever touch you was when he wanted sex.

You looked up to see Anton looking at you tenderly, with deep soulful eyes. His dark skin was smooth, and his lips, plump and juicy, were the perfect shade of red. He was handsome, without even trying.

You don’t know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that you had just been dumped, but you felt a sudden surge of courage.

“Shotaro said I use too much teeth,” you whispered.

Anton frowned. “What do you mean?”

The blanket had slipped off Anton, revealing his body. He was wearing a blue striped top that was tight over his broad shoulders, and left little to the imagination below. You could see the grooves of abs on his toned stomach, and his delightfully narrow waist. Who knew this guitar nerd was hiding such a hot body?

You shifted closer, so that your thigh pressed against his.

“He said I should use my hands to cover what my mouth can’t reach.”

Anton gulped.

You leaned towards him, so your lips brushed his ear.

“He said I don’t put it in deep enough.”

A deep blush dusted Anton’s cheekbones.

“He said,” you pulled the blanket completely off Anton, exposing his toned legs in the grey sweatpants, “that the tip’s the most sensitive. That I need to swirl my tongue around it, if I want to make him come.”

Anton shifted uncomfortably in the couch.

“Was he right?” you asked.

“About what?” Anton’s voice was hoarse.

“Is the tip the most sensitive part?”

Anton scrambled onto his feet. He pulled his hand through his hair, eyes darting around.

“Y/n, this is crazy. I’m going to bed.”

Anton turned to leave, but you grabbed his arm and yanked him back with all your might.

He fell back against you with a thud. His body, solid and heavy, pressed into you deliciously.

“Don’t leave me alone tonight,” you sniffed.

Once Anton was sat back on the couch, you sank down onto the floor in front of him. Your knees hit the wooden floor with a smack.

You prised Anton’s legs apart and shuffled so that you were kneeling between them.

You rubbed your hands up and down his sweatpants, feeling the firm, warm muscle of his thighs beneath the soft material.

“Y/n, stop. You’re drunk, and I- I’ve never- I don’t-“

“Shh,” you said, cutting him off. ‘I don’t care if you’re a virgin. Let me suck you off, for practice.”

You pushed up his top, revealing a plane of dark, toned abs. Anton sucked in a breath, his stomach turning concave.

The sight of tight body made your mouth water. You reached for the waistband of his sweatpants.

Anton’s hand grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, we shouldn’t- this is wrong!” Anton’s voice came out in a squeak.

“If this is so wrong, then why are you hard right now?”

You and Anton both looked down at the sizeable bulge in his sweatpants. You reached forwards and rubbed your palm over it.

Anton groaned.

“Just let me do this,” you said.

You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweats and then pulled them all the way down his thighs. He hissed when your fingers brushed over his clothed cock.

His boxers were pale blue with little octopus cartoons all over them. Anton put his hand over his crotch, puffing out his cheeks.

“I didn’t expect anyone to see these… they were a gift from my mom.”

Anton looked at you through his lashes. His hand still hadn’t moved from his crotch.

“Don’t be shy now,” you said, swatting his hand away.

Then you pulled his boxers off too, making Anton squirm. You flung them off to the side, where they fell onto the coffee table with a soft thump.

Anton bit his lip. He was staring up at the ceiling, trying not to watch you sizing up his nakedness.

“I can’t believe this is happening… fuck,” Anton said, breathless.

You were surprised to see that Anton had a patch of wild dark hair at the base of his cock. Shotaro, the only other man you’d seen naked, was always completely shaved.

You could feel your panties growing wet at the thought of having him in your mouth.

“You’re big, Anton. Who would have guessed? Not like that tiny dick, Osaki.”

Anton’s cock was darker than the rest of him, and deep red at the tip. It was growing erect under your gaze.

“Wait, are you sure this is a good idea? You just broke up, and I really don’t think we-“

Ignoring his protests, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. It pulsed under your touch.

Anton was watching you intently now, his face scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and pain.

You leaned down so that your lips were millimetres away from his cock. Tentatively, you poked out your tongue and licked a circle around the tip. He tasted salty, with a tang of something else too.

Slowly, you sank your mouth down around him.

Anton groaned. He slumped his head against the back of the couch and let his eyes fall shut in surrender.

You let your hands skate up the insides of his thighs, feeling him jolt as your fingers brushed over this sensitive skin.

“We should stop,” he moaned.

You released his cock from your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’. His hips jerked forwards when you pulled off him, his body subconsciously following your lips.

“Are you sure, Anton? Because you seem to be enjoying it.”

Anton’s eyes shifted back and forth between your lips and his dick.

“Stop… wait, don’t stop. I- I don’t know!”

Anton was a mess. His hair stuck out in all angles from where he’d pulled his hands through it.

“Say it,” you hissed.

Anton let out a strangled half-grunt.

“Do it, Y/n, just-“

You put your mouth back on his cock, hearing him gasp.

You twisted your hands over the parts that your mouth couldn’t reach. You sucked him deep, ignoring the ache in your jaw.

Anton’s fists were curled up into balls by his side. He mumbled a string of curses, too fast for you to make out the words.

“Fuck! Just like that!”

Anton’s cock twitched in your mouth. You felt his whole body tense in one frenzied moment.

Then, Anton’s hands were on your shoulders, shoving you off him. You felt a hot liquid splash against your lips and chin. But because you were half off his cock, most of his come splashed onto his own thighs and stomach. It pooled in the grooves of his abs.

Anton flopped back onto the couch, utterly spent. His softening dick lay on his stomach, covered in slick.

You dabbed the corner of your lip with your sleeve.

“Shotaro was wrong. I am good at this.”

The thought of your ex-boyfriend came flooding back to you. All those months wasted, all those times you cancelled on your friends to go over to his place, just to have him ignore you and play video games instead. It was like a dam burst inside you, and suddenly, you started to cry.

Anton slid down onto the floor beside you and curled one arm around your body.

“There, there,” he said, rubbing circles into your back.

You buried your head into his chest and let yourself be held in his strong arms.

When you were finally able to stop crying, you looked up at him. In the soft glow of the TV, Anton looked vulnerable, with a dazzling, child-like beauty.

“Are you going to remember any of this tomorrow, drunk girl?” Anton said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You sniffed. “I’m not sure.”

Anton nodded, his face becoming serious. “Then I’ll just say it. I like you, Y/n, more than friends. I have for a while. This wasn’t exactly the way I wanted things to go, but we’re here now.”

You gave him a small smile.

“Can you tell me that again in the morning?”

Anton kissed your forehead. “Of course, I’m not going anywhere.”

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You sat next to each other in your sleeping bags, the tent tightly zipped up.

Every now and then, a tree branch would brush the tent, or something would skitter past, and you would both flinch.

An owl hooted, and Ryo grabbed your hand.

“What are you doing?” you said, trying to shake his hand off.

Ryo’s voice was a whisper. “I was just trying to comfort you. You seem kind of scared.”

You smiled. “Right. I’m the scared one.”

You reached into your pack and pulled out a bottle of tequila. You took a quick swig, feeling the crackle of warmth spread through your lungs.

“Here,” you said, giving it to Ryo.

“Alcohol?” he said in a squeak.

You chuckled. “Drink it. To stay warm.”

Ryo took a big gulp, then another, and you realised you’d forgotten to warn him about how strong it was.

“Okay. Enough,” you said, pulling it from his lips.

He shivered, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Feels nice.”

“Wow,” you said, “You are drunk, Hirose.”

Ryo laughed, and somehow, you were hugging him. You weren’t sure who initiated it, but it felt incredible.

You wrapped your arms over his broad back, digging your fingers into his soft hoodie. You buried your nose and mouth in his shoulder. He hugged you firm and strong, without the faintest hint of awkwardness. God, he even smelled good, like leaves and rainy soil. You had no idea teenage boys could smell good.

Even in the pitch black woods, you felt safe.

Ryo shuffled, holding out his arm for you to rest on, and you lay down. His arm was a thousand times softer than the prickly ground of the tent.

Resting your head on Ryo’s shoulder, pressing your cheek to his warm throat, tangling your fingers in his silky hair, you drifted off to sleep.

At one point in the night, you even realised that your legs were intertwined with his. You were clinging to his leg with both of your thighs, while his other leg was curved over your hip.

If you had been fully awake, you would have realised this was totally inappropriate for two classmates who were practically strangers. But tonight, your guard was down. It just felt right.

-

You woke with a gasp.

There was a faint blue light, so it must have been nearly dawn.

You cringed, realising you must have been having a sex dream. Your lips were tingling. Your whole body was warm and relaxed, like you were bathing in syrup. The most humiliating part was the sweet throbbing between your legs.

Your underwear was probably swimming. You had spare panties in your backpack, but there was no way to get them now.

You rubbed your eyes, looking for Ryo …

He was sprawled out, occupying the whole tent, one arm over his head. You realised he was the reason you had woken up.

Ryo was talking in his sleep.

“Give it to me…” he mumbled, tossing his head. “Put it on me. Please.” He wriggled in his sleep, his hips jerking forwards. “Let me in.”

You realised what was happening. Ryo was having a sex dream too.

You struggled not to laugh out loud. You had to see where this was going. You made a mental note to tease him about this for the rest of his life.

Ryo’s head turned, his lips falling open, his red tongue poking out of his mouth. Drool leaked over his cheek. His freckled cheeks hollowed as his tongue ran over his lips.

With the hand that wasn’t above his head, Ryo cupped his bulge, over his trousers. He pinched his dick with his thumb and forefinger in sloppy squeezes as he spoke.

Sleeping Ryo is kind of a perv, you thought.

Ryo’s thick eyelashes fluttered, his head turning towards you.

Your heart leapt into double speed. If his eyes were open, he would have been looking right at you.

“Just for a minute…” Ryo mumbled. “Let me put it in… Y/n.”

You shrieked. Ryo had said your name.

Ryo’s eyelids flew open. He was staring right at you, his eyes red and watery, still squeezing his dick in one hand.

You both looked down. Ryo slowly flexed his fingers, staring at them like they belonged to someone else. Ryo’s cock stuck up like a pin under his waterproof trousers.

When he looked up, his face was stained a dark purple and he could not meet your eye.

“Ryo,” you said a little hysterically. “You’re pitching a tent.”

He laughed automatically, then groaned, covering his face with his hands and rolling onto his back.

“You talk a lot in your sleep,” you said.

“No. God. Please. Did I say all of that out loud?” he said, his voice muffled.

He turned on his side so he was facing away from you.

You crawled over to him, hugging his back as you had earlier.

Ryo went completely stiff under your touch.

“You did,” you whispered. “You said a lot of things. About sex. About wanting to be inside … me.”

Ryo gulped. He was speechless for a whole minute. “Don’t take it personally. Please. It’s just biology. You’re so lucky you’re not a guy.”

“Felt pretty personal to me,” you said quietly. “And girls get morning wood too.”

Ryo turned to stare at you when you said that. You saw his furrowed brows, his tongue peeking out of his lips. He was trying to figure out what you meant by that comment.

You reached out experimentally and touched his clothed erection. It was so hard it resisted your touch. It almost bounced back into place. You ran your fingers over it, squeezing it in your fist.

Ryo shuddered violently.

You pushed him down onto the ground and straddled him. You dug your fingers under his hoodie. You traced the lines of his hot, concave stomach. You fingered the loose hairs of his happy trail.

Pushing his hoodie up, you buried your face in Ryo’s chest, rubbing your cheek in the sweet crevice between the planes of his pecs.

When you kissed one of his nipples, he grabbed the hair at the back of your head.

You took that as a sign that he liked it, latching on and running your tongue around the hard, protruding flesh, before moving to bite the other nipple. You dug your fingers into the gaps between his rib bones. You clawed at the surprisingly firm flesh of his chest.

“I just - I’ve never done this before,” Ryo said quickly, as you pushed his hoodie and T-shirt over his head, leaving him shirtless, and began to suck the soft skin under his jaw. “Go slow.”

You’d had some boyfriends, but you’d never had sex either. You weren’t about to tell Ryo that.

“You want to do this, don’t you?” you whispered, pulling back to stare into his dark, starry eyes, like coins at the bottom of a wishing well.

Ryo just looked flustered.

“I mean…” you said, your heart sinking. “I want to do this.”

Ryo let out a long, shaky sigh. “Yes. I think. I want to do this.”

“Should I give it to you, then?” you teased.

“Give it to me,” he mouthed, smiling shyly.

“Open your mouth,” you said, squeezing his soft cheek, and running your thumb over his freckled cheekbone.

Ryo slowly parted his lips.

You kissed his sweet red mouth. You held his jaw open with one hand, tipping his head back so you could thrust your tongue inside. You licked all the way around his cheeks. You twirled your tongue with his, teaching him the moves, feeling him get more confident. When you coiled his hair in your fist, he moaned, “Y/n.”

“Wow,” you said, eyeing his embarassed face. “You love saying my name.”

“It was an accident,” he mumbled.

“It was hot,” you said.

You couldn’t hide your curiosity about Ryo’s manhood anymore.

You crawled down his body, running your hands over his bare chest and stomach, till you were face to face with his clothed erection. It rose again under your gaze.

“Y/n,” Ryo said, breathing deeply. “Please. Be gentle.”

Your mouth watered at the thick red and white checked waistband of his boxer shorts. The ridges of his abs made it ripple. The skin of his stomach, with its smattering of dark hair, looked so soft and welcoming. You carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his waterproof trousers, then pulled the whole lot down.

His dick sprang into your face, a deep, delicious purple in the dawn light.

Curved yet rigid, rising between thick hair, Ryo’s cock looked so much more animal than the rest of his soft, shining body. It looked almost prehistoric.

Ryo pushed himself up onto his elbows and stared at you as hard as humanly possible.

You nuzzled into his cock, rubbing your cheek against the hot flesh, just feeling it out with the fingers of your other hand. It was the strangest texture, somewhere between silk and velvet, getting slicker all the time. Even here, Ryo smelled good. Musky.

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his tip, tasting the salty moisture, wondering what to do next.

Throwing his head back, Ryo mumbled something once, then twice. You had no idea if he knew what he was saying. “Let me in. Let me in.”

You laughed and took his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, licking up and down the length, touching your cheek to feel its shape through the skin.

When you began sucking on it, Ryo jerked violently, hitting the floor of the tent with his fists.

Ryo was a mess. If he could have told you to stop before, he couldn’t now. His eyes were closed as he writhed on the floor of the tent. His abs rippled with every movement of your mouth.

A few times, Ryo reached out, almost grabbing your hair before clenching his fists.

Not stopping the rhythm of your head, you twined his fingers into your hair.

Ryo moaned. He slipped his fingers through your hair and stroked all over your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids. He touched you like he might still be dreaming.

You were getting tired from the ache in your jaw, so you let Ryo’s dick spring free and crawled up his body again.

You kicked off your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear, then rolled so Ryo was on top of you.

Ryo stared down at you with dazed eyes as his fingers searched between your bodies.

Ryo found your panties. He patted the soaked fabric in awe. Every time he brushed your clit, your pussy throbbed unbearably.

“Wow,” he said. “It’s just like I imagined. Wet.”

He held your panties to the side with his thumb so he could drag his finger through your wetness.

“Oh god,” he said, cupping your bare mound with his whole hand. It was shockingly intimate. You felt something ooze out against his rough fingers.

“Heaven,” Ryo said, shutting his eyes as he slipped one finger inside you. He started stroking the sensitive ridges at the edge of your pussy almost automatically.

You were so turned on that every touch was a line of fire to the tip of your toes. You felt your orgasm creeping up. You tried to fight the pleasure - Ryo’s ego would never recover if you came right now.

“I never want to leave,” Ryo said, pushing in another finger, then a third. His mouth fell open when he heard the loud squelching sound coming from between your legs.

“You’re a real perv, Hirose,” you breathed.

Ryo was too focused on your pussy to hear your comment.

Thoughtlessly, Ryo began pushing your panties down your legs. You felt his cock brush the skin of your inner thigh for the first time. It was like a homing mechanism. Ryo’s cock was coming home.

It was hot and hard as it glided through your thick hair. It was so close to your pussy now. It would take nothing for him to penetrate you - one motion, one easy glide then you and Ryo would be joined.

You imagined Ryo spearing you deep. You imagined the satisfaction as he touched your very core. You wondered if he would fuck you strong and fast, or slow and teasing. You felt a primal need like you’d never felt before.

Only, you didn’t have any condoms. You despaired.

“Yes,” Ryo said breathlessly. “Mum.”

“What?” you said.

“No. Sorry. I mean my mum gave me these condoms on my birthday - it was so embarassing.”

Ryo crawled to the side of the tent, naked except for the trousers hanging around his knees, and fetched the dimly glittering pink strip of plastic.

You felt an urge to kiss him in gratitude. Then, you realised you’d already acted cock hungry enough for one boy’s brain. You held your tongue.

“Oh,” you said coolly. “Nice.”

Ryo chuckled at your reaction. He pushed it to the side, tore the plastic, then held the glistening tip of the condom and carefully pushed it over his dick.

Ryo moved back over you, his body frozen - and you realised he was not going to make the first move.

“Just give it to me,” you said, making Ryo chuckle in embarassment.

You pulled his hips towards you, hard, feeling his cock slide into your pussy like they were made for each other.

Now, you could no longer hold back. You let out a low groan of satisfaction as Ryo’s cock hit the perfect spot deep within you.

“Heaven,” you whispered, only half joking.

“Don’t tease,” Ryo said with a smile. He grabbed your face and kissed you deeply to shut you up. As his tongue moved effortlessly over yours, his hips snapped back into the instinctive rhythm they’d had when he was dreaming.

“You really could fuck me in your sleep,” you said, laughing to hide the fact that you were on the verge of coming.

“This is better than all my dreams,” Ryo whispered.

Ryo plunged into you, deeper than he ever had, and you suddenly felt yourself orgasming. You tangled your legs with Ryo’s, shuddering and hugging him tight to hide the contortions of your face.

“Wait, did you just-” Ryo, his voice high.

“Shut up about it,” you said, although it was hard to be angry about anything when your whole body was melting.

“Oh no. It’s happening,” Ryo said shakily, hugging you just as tight as his body stiffened in his orgasm. His fists pressed your back so hard it almost hurt. You felt a strange kind of warmth between your legs.

Then you were both panting, collapsed side by side on the floor of the tent.

You realised that the sex you’d just had was more appropriate for a boyfriend and girlfriend than two horny classmates.

The tent was light now. You heard birds singing.

Ryo unzipped the tent and threw the condom outside, mouthing ‘Yuck’.

“I can’t believe we just had sex,” you said, pulling up your panties.

“My head is spinning,” Ryo breathed. “I think I need to lie down.”

“So I’m that good, huh?” you teased as you shimmied into your jeans and smoothed out your shirt. You expected another witty comeback from Ryo.

Ryo had his back turned to you and was pulling on his hoodie when he spoke. “I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in real life.”

You realised that Ryo was not joking. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“I liked you since the day I met you. That’s why I did this stupid wilderness club.” Ryo turned to face you, transformed into his shy, nerdy self all over again. “I think we should date, Y/n. I mean, the sex part clearly works. And I’m really interesting. You haven’t even heard half of my jokes yet. Just consider it, okay?”

“Okay,” you said, grinning. “Just let me hold the map from now on.”

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Sometimes he’d walk back without the towel entirely, his cock swinging between his legs. Your friends loved that, and they’d practically forgotten about you.

Anton had this soft voice and shy boy act that melted even your mother. Every dinner you’d be forced to hear never ending praise about him. It drove you mad.

“Anton, can you turn that down?”

Anton pulled one earphone out and turned his head to you.

“I’m using these, dude,” he said, waggling one of the wires. “Blame your freaky hearing.”

“I’m trying to read.” You pointed at the hardback novel resting on your thighs.

Anton’s gaze followed your finger to your legs.

“You’ve been on the same page for the last twenty minutes. I wouldn’t call that reading, sis.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Why do you need to play the music so loud anyway? Didn’t think you even had thoughts to drown out.”

“If you must know,” he said, eyes shifting. “I’m trying to distract myself. I’m fucking hungry, but I have abs to maintain, so I can’t eat until tomorrow.”

You scoffed. “So you’re on a diet. What are you, a teenage girl?”

“Hey!” You watched his biceps squeeze as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. “Dieting is for everyone. You should try it sometime.” He smirked, looking you up and down. “Actually, don’t. You know I like my girls thick.”

You shook your head, secretly hoping your sunglasses hid your blushing cheeks.

Ever since you broke up with Wonbin, you hadn’t gotten laid. That was over six months ago. You were pretty sure your virginity had grown back at this point. It was getting into the danger zone - even your step-brother was turning you on.

Anton clutched his stomach and groaned.

“Fucking. Starving. I just need something in my mouth to distract me. Anything!”

“How about my pussy?” You muttered under your breath.

“What?”

You gasped. He wasn’t meant to hear that.

You looked over to Anton. He had taken off his sunglasses and was staring at you with wide eyes. His mouth was open in a smile.

“Are you serious? Damn, sis, didn’t know you were a freak.”

“I- wait, n-no- that’s not what I-“

“S- s- stutter much?” Anton threw his head back and laughed, abs shaking with the effort.

You felt a burst of annoyance. You grabbed a bottle of sun cream and chucked it at Anton. It bounced off the globe of his shoulder and burst onto the floor, splattering cream everywhere.

“It was a joke, Anton, jeez!”

You opened your book and tried to focus on the page. But all the words swirled into curvy lines.

“Guess you’re a coward,” Anton said. “Or just a liar then.”

You groaned. The truth was, as soon as you’d started to think about Anton’s mouth on your pussy, you had already started to get wet.

You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for some friction. What was the worst that could happen?

“Okay, but this is just a one-time thing, got it?”

Anton’s mouth opened in what looked like genuine surprise. “Oh shit, you’re serious.”

The air was suddenly stifling.

You looked over to the house, squinting through the window and praying that no one else was around.

“Quick, get over here before I change my mind.”

Anton hopped off his lounger and perched on the end of yours. You took a moment to admire his toned body, which had browned deliciously in the Californian sun.

You held Anton’s gaze as you shimmied out of your bikini bottoms. You tossed the green stringy thing off to the side.

Slowly, you parted your thighs. You felt a light breeze caress the inner curves of your pussy.

Anton took a long look between your legs. His lips twitched, as if he was trying not to react.

He shuffled closer, so that he was lying on his front between your legs. His broad shoulders rested against the swell of your thighs.

He licked his lips, staring silently at your pussy. He was so close that you could feel his breath tickling your clit.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. You could feel yourself growing wetter with each second.

“Well, are you just going to look at it?”

Anton tutted. “Let me do my thing, woman.”

Anton reached his hand out. He skated his fingers up your inner thigh, making you squirm at the ticklish feeling.

Then, he brushed his fingers through the soft curls of hair around your pussy.

“Don’t girls usually shave this?” he said, his voice catching in his throat.

Anton tugged sharply on one curl, making you jolt with pain.

“Have you ever seen a real pussy, Anton? Anime girls don’t count.”

Annoyance flashed across Anton’s face. He squinted his eyes.

And then he dove in.

Anton’s mouth on your pussy came as a surprise, and your whole body jerked at the feeling. He kissed your clit with his open mouth, his lips making a lewd ‘mwah’ sound.

“That feels so- wow,” you gasped.

Anton smirked as he licked up and down your pussy, focussing mainly on your clit, but dipping inside you now and then as well.

You were surprised that Anton was so good at this. You’d almost forgotten what great oral felt like, especially because your ex Wonbin used to just jab his tongue around for ten seconds and then complain that his jaw ached too much to go on.

His large fingers pushed into the softness of your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide apart.

Anton’s tongue was soft and warm, and almost ticklish on your core. You were so turned on, you were afraid of dripping onto him and the sun lounger below.

Anton brought his hand to your pussy, and then pushed two fingers inside you. His fingers met no resistance as they glided into your soaking wet hole.

Two fingers quickly became three. You’d forgotten the delicious ache of being stretched out. Anton continued to lick your clit as he fingered you.

You clamped one hand over your mouth, desperate to hide your moans. You didn’t want to alert the neighbours.

Anton curled his fingers inside you, making you squirm.

“Who taught you that?” you gasped.

Your hips bucked off the bed, your back arching as you chased your pleasure. Anton threw one large arm over your stomach, pinning you in place.

“Stay still.” Anton looked up at you, mouth shining. “Can you imagine if my dad walked outside right now? Or your mom? They would have a fucking stroke.”

You groaned. “Can you not talk about your dad whilst your fingers are inside me?”

Anton just chuckled. The vibrations sent delightful sparks through your clit.

Anton pushed a fourth finger inside you. The dull ache roared into a burn. The feeling was right on the border of pain and pleasure, and it was mazing you dizzy.

You felt a gush of wetness down below, and you saw it wetting Anton’s palm.

You felt his thumb slide over the slick around your hole, which was already full with his fingers, and you could tell he was wondering if he could fit his whole hand inside you.

That thought, coupled with how hard he sucked on your clit, sent you tumbling over the edge.

“Anton, don’t stop, I’m going to-”

You felt an intense pressure in your core. Your orgasm splashed over you, so intense that your thighs started to shake. You dug your fingers into your palm, trying not to scream.

“Fuck!” Anton yelped.

When you looked down between your legs, you were surprised to see that Anton’s face was completely soaked with your juices.

Your mouth dropped open.

“Did you just squirt?” Anton said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Your cheeks warmed. “That’s… uh… never happened before.”

“Gross,” Anton said, scrunching up his face and laughing. He sat up, shaking out his dripping hair.

You pouted. “If it’s so gross, why are you hard right now?”

You both looked down at the sizeable bulge in his swim shorts. You swear you saw his dick twitch through the fabric.

“Are you gonna help me out?” Anton grabbed his dick through his shorts, fondling himself as he eyed your still dripping pussy.

You smirked. “I don’t think I have to. Looks like you’re gonna get there all by yourself.”

You watched as Anton slipped a hand under the waistband of his shorts. Almost as soon as he wrapped his hand around his cock, he came.

A dark patch bloomed on the fabric. He removed his sticky hand from inside his shorts, grimacing.

“I didn’t even have to touch you,” you said, giggling.

It was Anton’s turn to blush.

“I’m gonna get you back for that,” he said, wiping his hand on your calf and making you yelp.

You leapt off the sun lounger. Reaching around to your back, you pulled off your bikini top and flung it at Anton.

“Come and get me!”

You ran towards the crystal blue pool, basking in the warmth of the sun on your naked body.

Anton grinned, bracing himself for the chase. His hunger from earlier was forgotten, replaced by an entirely new hunger instead.

“Best. Summer. Ever.”

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Your voice was hushed, but to Riku, you might as well have been screaming.

“All he wants to do is hold hands and look into my eyes when we fuck. Honestly, it’s boring. I don’t know if I can keep pretending to enjoy it anymore.”

Riku’s stomach lurched. He thought back to all those times you spent together under the duvet in his tiny apartment, his face between your thighs whilst the morning sun filtered in through the blinds. Were you bored then?

He staggered backwards, away from the door. He balled his hands up into fists and ran back downstairs.

In his rush to get away, he slammed body first into a stranger.

“Dude, are you crying?” The partygoer said, starting to laugh.

Riku pushed past him and ran out of the house. He rubbed his cheeks roughly, finding them wet. He pulled up his sleeve and hurriedly wiped his face.

Shivering on Sion’s front lawn, Riku made a promise to himself. He would give you exactly what you wanted.

—

“Riku, it’s me! I brought Chinese food!”

You let yourself into Riku’s apartment, balancing two heavy plastic takeaway bags on each arm. You kicked off your heels and headed for the kitchen.

There was no sign of Riku. Knowing him, he was probably asleep. You set the bags down on the kitchen countertop and started to unpack, humming to yourself as you did.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your back.

Before you realised what was happening, you were being pushed down onto the countertop. Your cheek touched the cool marble.

“What the fuck?”

You turned your head to the side to look behind you. Riku was standing behind you, brows furrowed. His normally sweet and angelic face was twisted into something you didn’t recognise.

“Riku, what are you doing-?”

“Shut up,” Riku barked in a tone you’d never heard from him before.

You felt your panties grow wet at the sound.

One of his hands came around to your front. He slipped it under your shirt and cupped your breast. When his rough fingers skated over your nipple, you shuddered.

He pushed up your shirt and bra, so that your breasts were exposed. You lifted your head to look out of the window at the street outside.

“Baby,” you said, breathless. “What if the neighbours see us?”

Riku didn’t respond. Instead, he pinched your nipple between his fingers, making you hiss.

You could feel his erection pressing into your back when he pushed you flush against the counter. He let go of your breast and turned his attention back to your ass.

Riku’s hands skated up your bare thigh, and fingered the hem of your skirt. He reached underneath the skirt and hooked his fingers in your underwear.

“Right here?” you said, biting your lip.

He pulled your underwear all the way down your legs, to your ankles. You stepped out of them.

“Is this about what happened at the party last weekend? I didn’t mean for you to hear-”

You gasped. Riku lifted up your skirt, higher, higher, until it was bunched at your waist. The cool air caressed your bare pussy. You were suddenly aware of your nakedness.

“Mmm. That’s better,” Riku murmured, brushing his fingers over the hair above your pussy.

Warmth flooded your cheeks.

“Riku, please-”

His tight grip on your hips meant that you were trapped between him and the counter. You tried to grind back against him.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp slap on your ass.

You jerked forwards, gasping. Your hips bruised against the marble counter. There was a dull ache on your ass cheek, where Riku had hit you.

Riku was never like this. You felt a heat between your legs, and you were overcome with a desire to be touched.

“You’re such a… a bitch,” Riku said. “Look at you. Bent over the counter in the middle of the day. Think about Mrs Martinez across the road, what would she say if she saw you like this?”

You could hear your heart thudding in your ears.

You felt his hand brush lazily over your pussy lips, fingers collecting your wetness. He rubbed your clit in agonisingly slow circles.

“Damn,” he said, under his breath. “Do you always get this wet when you act like a whore?”

You blinked hard. You were not used to these kinds of words from your sweet boyfriend.

“Don’t tease,” you whispered. You pushed up onto your hands, but as soon as you did, Riku shoved you back down onto the counter.

“Stay still.”

You felt Riku push two fingers into your pussy, firm and steady. You groaned, feeling the familiar stretch of him inside you.

Your thighs were beginning to tremble.

“Shh,” he muttered, curling his fingers inside your pussy. “You wanted this.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, the marble cool against your burning cheek.

He pumped his fingers once, slow, and then again. Your entire body jerked.

“Think you can take more?”

Riku pushed a third finger into your pussy, and then a fourth. The stretch grew into a delicious, throbbing ache.

Your mouth fell open. You moaned, but no sound came out of your mouth.

You could feel your pussy clenching around him, trying to push him out.

Riku leant down, his lips at your ear. You tried to turn back to look at him, but his weight on top of you made it impossible.

And then he reached round with his other hand, his fingers circling your clit in vicious circles. He was relentless, the feel of him inside you, on top of you, on your clit. It was all too much.

“Riku!” You cried out, voice bouncing off the walls of the tiny kitchen.

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned, pumping his fingers in and out of you. “Now come for me, you little slut.”

Your orgasm hit you hard, ripping through your whole body until your legs shook. You felt a warm gush between your legs.

Riku groaned in surprise when he felt you squirt all over his hand.

He pulled himself off of you, slumping down onto the floor.

You were too shaky to stand. You slid down onto the floor next to Riku. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your head in his chest.

You heard the comforting thud of his heart, and nuzzled your cheek against the soft cotton of his T shirt.

When you had regained your breath, you turned to look at him.

Riku’s dark cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were glistening. He looked exhausted.

“Baby,” you cooed. “That was… unbelievable.”

He shrugged, giving you a teary smile.

“You did all that for me? You really are the best boyfriend ever.”

Riku blew out his cheeks in a pout.

“I’m so sorry. I should have talked to you about our sex life, not Yushi. Can you forgive me?”

Riku looked at you. His chocolate eyes sparkled in the kitchen lights.

He smiled at you through his lashes.

“I guess I can forgive you.”

You leaned forwards and gave him a long, slow kiss.

Riku kissed you back, his soft lips melting against yours. He pulled you onto his lap, his mouth never leaving yours.

As you kissed messily, one of his hands dipped between your legs and brushed against your pussy.

You gasped, still sensitive. You had almost forgotten that your lower half was still completely bare.

You looked at Riku’s face. He was smirking at you. Pretty. Devilish.

Your heart swooped.

What had you gotten yourself into?

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Karina's mascara was smudged around her eyes, and long, dark strands of hair twisted over her shoulders. She was puffing on a cigarette. The tip of it was stained with her lipstick.

Thankfully, the foamy bath protected her naked body from your eyes. All you could see was one of her long legs, which was sticking out of the water, and her graceful foot with red painted toes.

“Oh god! I'm so sorry!” you stuttered, stepping back into the hallway. “You didn't answer the door.”

Karina’s voice was raw. “Well, don't hide in the hallway. Do I really look that horrific?”

You took an uneasy step inside. “No. You look good— you look fine.”

Karina smiled wryly, and fumbled with the box of cigarettes. “Want one?” Her hand closed over the box. “Sorry. You're practically a child, aren't you. Of course you don't smoke.”

You blushed. “I do, actually. I should quit. And I'm twenty two, not a child.”

She laughed a little too hard. “A wonderful answer.”

She struggled to light the cigarette with her wet fingers. You leaned in to help her, a jolt going down your spine as your fingers touched.

“Between us girls, your teacher is officially getting divorced,” she said with a rough laugh. “My… ex-husband was kind enough to serve me with the papers today.”

“I'm so sorry,” you said, lost for words.

“Well, as Tennyson said, ‘Tis better to have loved and lost…’”

“Than never to have loved at all,” you finished quietly.

“Bloody idiot Tennyson,” Karina said, crumpling her cigarette. “I'd be better off if I never loved that cheating bastard in the first place.”

You couldn't help but laugh with her. Karina hoisted herself up on her elbows, and her breasts popped above the water. You put down your cigarette, ears burning. It was hard to believe this conversation was really happening.

“That is why I am in this bath,” she said. “I may lose this house, but I will enjoy its massive bath first. With bubbles.”

Karina’s eyes fixed on you now. “Tennyson was in love with his best friend. I was too, in college. Her name was Mirana.”

Your heart began to race. How had you never realised that Karina could be into women? In all of your fantasies about her, she rejected you because she ‘just didn't go that way.’ How could you have been so blind?

Karina smiled like she could read your thoughts. “You like that, don't you?”

She stretched out one soapy hand. “Come here.” You leaned in stiffly, and she cupped your cheek.

“I know that you watch me,” she said, her thick-lashed eyes dark with interest. “And I watch you too. You’re the only one who cared enough to check on me. That's just like you, Y/n.”

Without any warning, Karina kissed you. Her lips were soft, but expert and calm in their gentle pressure. Shivers of water and fire ran up and down your spine. This was the kiss that had made it into your dreams more than once.

When she pulled back, her chest rose and fell with her breaths.

“The water’s still warm. Will you join me?” she asked, her voice serious now.

You expected to be scared, but you were more excited. Maybe this was what you'd come here for.

You nodded quickly and pulled your hoodie and jeans off. In just your T-shirt and underwear, you clambered into the bath.

You kneeled in the warm water, your legs between her soft bare thighs. You didn't know where you could touch her, so you just held onto the rim of the bath. Karina splashed water on you. She drenched your T-shirt naughtily and watched how it clung to your frame.

You leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiate off her face. She met your gaze with her perfectly black eyes.

Lightly, Karina ran her hands up and down your waist, squeezing your butt and gathering soap suds around your thighs. Her thumbs played with the hem of your T-shirt.

“God,” she said, low. “I haven’t felt a body like yours in years.”

She ran one hand between your thighs, and you shivered violently.

“I bet your pussy looks like something out of a magazine,” she said, running her fingers over your soaked and sticky underwear.

You laughed, to hide your nervousness. “No one gets their porn from magazines anymore.” You held her tight, burying your face on her shoulder. “And you’re the one who looks like a porn star.”

As soon as your lips touched her skin, your fear evaporated, replaced by a ravenous hunger. You licked along her graceful collarbones, squeezing her breasts in your fists. You nipped down the soft flesh of her stomach, then bit hard into the soft skin of her inner thigh.

You heard her breathing hard, mumbling encouragement in your ear. Her nails raked over your scalp.

The need to taste Karina’s pussy was unbearable. You shuffled backwards in the huge bathtub. Even through the soapy water, Karina looked perfect. The stretch marks on her thighs were the only sign she’d had a child. Peeking through her pussy hair, her pinkish brown lips could only be described as perfect.

You dove into the water, screwing your eyes shut and licking and sucking her puffy pussy. Her hair tickled your nose. Her bitter taste washed over your tongue like the greatest cigarette.

You knew you’d found her clit when she grabbed your hair, hard, the strong muscle of her thighs closing over your cheeks. You sucked for dear life, addicted to the muffled sounds of her curses.

You barely noticed you were getting lightheaded. You didn’t even care about the white stars bursting behind your eyelids. Only when your chest started to ache did you get up out of the water.

“Sorry,” you spluttered, spitting out water. “Forgot - to - breathe.”

Karina laughed, her face and chest splotched with red, her eyes shining. “You were wonderful.”

You puffed out your cheeks. “Give me a second to catch my breath. I can make you come.”

She pinched your cheek. “That’s alright, my eager girl. Just relax.”

She pushed you back on the tub, so your head rested against the porcelain. Then she leaned in, kissing you deeply, swirling her tongue over your lips to taste every drop of her essence. She let her weight rest on you a little, her breasts squeezing against yours.

You barely realised what she was doing when she pushed your knees up, spreading your legs, putting you completely at her mercy.

Then she started grinding her pussy against yours, rolling her hips in the perfect way.

Sparks of pleasure shot out from your core and ricocheted around your body. The ache of your weary legs, the pressure of her fingers on your knees, the thought that it was Karina’s pussy that was rubbing against yours right now - it was too much.

You gripped the edge of the tub just to steady yourself. Moans spilled from your lips, loud, desperate. The sound of water sloshing out of the tub was endless. You would have been embarrassed if you weren’t utterly drunk on her.

When your orgasm hit you, it was sudden. You shuddered as your whole body melted with pleasure.

Karina wasn’t done, though.

She grinded on you harder, slamming your hips against hers, her strong hands pulling you up to meet her.

The friction on your bruised and aching pussy was almost painful. You cried out, about to beg her to stop, when your second orgasm came without warning, making your toes curl.

Karina came along with you, pressing her mouth to your shoulder and breathing in harsh pants.

Gradually, she let go of your legs and you both tried to calm down. Karina stroked lazy circles on your hip while you tried to remember how to breathe.

Gradually, the light disappeared from the window and the water turned cold.

“Wow,” you breathed, not even bothering to hide your awe.

“How was that?” Karina said, threading her fingers through her wet hair. “I’m frightfully out of practice. Ten years of marriage and all.”

“Wow,” you repeated, sliding down so your face sank into the water.

“Hey!” Karina lifted you up with her arms, pulling you to her body. “Don’t go and drown now. How will we ever do this again?”

“Sorry. Body. Jelly.” you mumbled against her. “Too. Good.”

Karina laughed. “I guess I do have that effect on people.”

“Oh my god,” you said, suddenly sitting straight. “How did I forget? My essay for this week. It’s late!” You bit your finger. “Look, it’s all done, I just have to email it to you-”

Karina squeezed a finger to your lips. “Y/n. When will you stop being so adorable? Look, I missed class today, you missed the essay. Let’s call it even.” She stroked your hand thoughtfully. “Why don’t you give it me at my house this Friday night?”

A smile spread over your face. “Like… a date?”

“A date. With Riesling,” she said, smiling. “And my awful risotto. I might even wear makeup - or clothes.”

“Only makeup or clothes?” you teased. “Not both?”

“Of course,” Karina laughed. “Only one or the other.” She pressed your nose with one finger. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come to find out which one.”

It still felt weird to hear your professor make sex jokes - which was crazy, because you’d just had sex.

“That sounds great,” you said.

Could it be true that you would see Karina not once, but twice? Would you wake up tomorrow and find that this was all a dream?

But it had to be real, because Karina was sitting across from you now with a sad smile.

“Thank you, Y/n,” Karina said gravely. “I think I needed you tonight.”

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“Oh.”

Diapers. Snotty noses. Looking after someone other than yourself. These were not things you were used to.

Jeno’s lips stretched into an awkward smile.

“I should have told you earlier. I understand if you don’t want to-”

“I still want to.”

The truth was, after a long string of disappointing dates, Jeno was the first man in a while who actually made you feel excited.

You gestured for your door. “Shall we…”

Jeno shook his head. “I’ve got go home and dismiss the baby sitter.”

You sighed. “Oh, right. Silly me.”

“But… I only live a few streets down. Maybe you could come with me?”

His dark eyes crinkled into half moons. You swear you saw his cheeks flush.

You smiled. “Lead the way.”

—

Jeno’s bedroom was impeccably neat and organised. All of the bedding and decor was various shades of grey and black. The only thing that stood out was one bright pink strawberry plushie in the middle of the bed.

You absentmindedly squished the plushie as you waited for Jeno to pay the babysitter.

You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, which was strange, because this wasn’t the first time you’d slept with someone on the first date.

You weren’t quite sure what you should do. Should you strip and wait for him naked, like they did in the movies? You decided that was too much, so you just sat there.

The door opened, and Jeno walked in.

“Thanks for waiting. Miyu took a while to settle down.”

The mattress dipped as he sat down beside you. His smell, clear and citrus, filled your senses.

“I take it this is hers?”

You held out the strawberry plushie.

Jeno chuckled and gently took it from your hands.

“You know… six year olds and their passions.”

He rolled the plushie into the corner of the room, and then turned back to face you.

You sucked in a breath.

The only light in the room came from an orange lamp on the nightstand. It cast a warm glow on Jeno’s face, and stretched his lashes into long shadows.

He was looking at you with deep, unreadable eyes. It made you feel naked despite you being fully clothed. He stayed absolutely still.

You touched his hand.

“Is everything alright?”

“Y/n. It’s been a long time since I… with someone… I mean I- I’m not-”

You leaned forwards and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, quietening him.

“Is this okay?”

Jeno didn’t answer. Instead, he placed a hand behind your head and pulled your mouth onto him. His lips were hesitant at first, but soon, he matched your pace, kissing you deeply. Every time his tongue brushed yours, you felt a sparkle in your core.

You kissed down his neck, running your tongue across his prominent collarbones. Jeno moaned.

“Take this off,” you said, tugging at his grey woollen jumper.

Jeno leant back slightly and pulled the jumper over his head.

When you got a look at his body, your mouth dropped open.

Jeno’s broad shoulders and long chest tapered into a deliciously narrow waist. His skin was impossibly smooth, and each ridge of muscle looked like it had been carved out of marble. You imagined what it would be like to kiss him all the way down.

“Oh my god, Jeno. Your body is insane. I had no idea you were hiding all of,” you gestured at his muscles, “that under there.”

A red, splotchy blush rose up Jeno’s neck.

“I guess I work out,” he said, peeking at you through his lashes.

You ran your fingers down the firm plane of his chest. When you brushed his nipple, a low sound escaped his throat. He grabbed your wrist on instinct, but didn't tell you to stop.

You grinned. “Understatement of the century.”

You reached forwards and wrapped your hands around Jeno, desperate to feel him. You pressed your body against his, your hands sliding down his warm back. His heart was rapid, thumping against your chest.

You were acutely aware that you were fully clothed and he was naked.

Jeno reached round to the back of your dress, his fingers fumbling with the zip. After a few tries, he managed to get the zip all the way down. You shrugged the dress off your shoulders and let it slide down your body.

Jeno’s eyes went wide when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.

“You’re so… hot,” he whispered, looking at your breasts.

He leant forwards and sucked one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around your nipple. He cupped your other breast with his hand, kneading it gently.

You felt yourself grow wet.

Instinctively you reached your hand into his lap, squeezing the stiff bulge beneath his jeans.

Jeno gasped and pulled away from you.

“If you do that, I’m going to-” His black glassy eyes met yours. “It really has been so long since I even thought about sex. Having Miyu around means that all I think about is pick up and homework and when her next shots are due-”

You put a finger over his lips.

“Can you not talk about your daughter right now?”

Jeno nodded. “Right. Yes, you’re right. Sorry, did I ruin the moment?’

He let out a shaky breath. His fingers twitched, like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“You didn’t ruin anything. Why don’t you go and get a condom?”

“That I can do.”

Whilst Jeno left the room, you shimmied out of your panties, and lay down on the bed. You reached between your legs, and were not surprised to feel that you were soaking wet.

Jeno came back into the room, groaning when he saw you playing with yourself.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and watched whilst he undressed. Jeno pulled down his jeans, and then his boxers.

Your gaze ran up his muscled thighs and over his lean hips. His cock, wide and flushed, was stiffening under your gaze. You were dazed at the sight of him.

“I’m not sure that’s going to fit.” It was hard to keep the excitement out of your voice.

Jeno’s hand slipped down to his cock. He stroked himself, the veins in his forearms bulging with the effort.

You shuffled so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed. Jeno stood between your spread legs, brows furrowed in concentration.

His fingers were too shaky to rip open the foil of the condom wrapper, so you did it for him. You rolled the condom onto him, hearing him hiss when your hands came into contact with his cock.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

Jeno slid his cock across your wet lips, sliding over your clit and making you jolt. He rubbed himself up and down over you, gathering your wetness.

He jerked his hips forwards. You felt the tip of his cock, heavy and warm, squeeze against your pussy.

He pushed it in, just an inch.

You felt a pleasurable burn as his cock slowly entered you. He inched forwards, with a slow but constant force. The uncomfortable stretch slowly turned into a delicious friction.

“More,” you whispered.

Jeno pushed all the way into you with one long, slow thrust. You both let out a groan.

You looked at Jeno’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his mouth hung half open.

Jeno began to thrust properly, his sharp hips slapping against yours at a rapid pace. One of his large hands came down to caress the curve of your ass as he fucked into you.

Each thrust knocked the air out of your lungs. You had never felt so full.

“I won’t last long,” Jeno said, his head dipping down to your neck. He kissed your sensitive skin.

You reached your hand between your legs and started to rub tight circles around your clit, desperate to reach your climax at the same time as him.

Jeno’s thrusts turned sloppy.

“Y/n, I’m going to-”

He pushed himself in, deep, deeper than he’d been before, and then stilled. He let out a long, low groan, and slumped onto you.

The weight of him on top of you surprised you. You were completely trapped between his muscled body and the bed, his cock still buried to the brim in your pussy.

You squeezed his arm.

“Jeno- too heavy!”

He rolled to the side, groaning as he pulled himself out of you. He quickly removed the condom and lay down beside you.

“Did you finish?” His dark eyes watched you curiously.

You smiled. “Almost.”

Jeno’s gaze followed your fingers as they skirted down your stomach and hips, and dipped down to your pussy.

You felt a flood of wetness as you rubbed yourself. Goosebumps rippled over your body. It was so hot to be watched.

Jeno was watching you intently, like he was memorising your every move. You let your eyes fall shut as your instincts took over.

You pushed two fingers deep into your pussy. The second you did, your orgasm washed over you. It was so strong that you started to shake.

You opened your eyes , sighing. You looked down to see that Jeno was growing hard again.

“You’re so amazing,” he said.

You felt your cheeks warm, suddenly shy.

“So… wanna go on a second date?”

Jeno laughed. He grasped you by your waist and pulled you on top of him.

“Fuck yes.”

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You patted the lapel of his leather jacket, admiring the feel of the firm muscle underneath.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Sion bit his lip, his dark eyes twinkling. He leant down and captured your lips in a rough open-mouthed kiss. His eager hands found your body quickly - one slipped down to your waist, whilst the other cupped your breast.

Sion backed you up against the wall in the middle of the kiss. His hips bucked forward and he pressed himself against your thigh. You were surprised to feel that he was already hard.

“Slow down,” you said, prising your mouth off his.

Sion pouted. He ran a finger under the strap of your top and let it snap lightly against your skin.

“I thought you asked me here so that you could give me my present.” Sion waggled his brows suggestively.

In the dim orange glow of the single bulb hanging from ceiling, his eyes looked like they had a fire burning in them.

You placed two hands on his chest, and gave him a gentle push. Sion, ever the obedient boyfriend, took two steps back.

“I did. I’ve been wanting to give it to you all day!”

Sion watched with a bemused expression, as you pulled a out a wrapped present from under the laundry basket and handed it to him.

“Happy birthday!”

Sion hesitated for a moment.

“So by present, you actually meant a real gift and not…”

You tutted. “Just open it.”

Sion’s pink tongue jutted out as he tore through the purple wrapping paper. He pulled out an A4-sized canvas and held it up to the light.

“Oh, wow… it’s a… painting… of two people?” He looked at you. “Did your niece do this at her pre-school?”

You gasped. “No. I painted it. It’s of you and me.”

Sion’s mouth fell open into a smile.

“Oh my god… it’s… so- so good!” He said, modulating his voice theatrically. He covered his mouth with his hand, stifling a laugh.

Blood rushed to your cheeks.

“You hate it, don’t you?”

Sion let out a giggle. “It’s a joke, right? Like, it’s supposed to be bad… on purpose?”

For a moment, you were too hurt to speak.

The smile dropped off Sion’s face when he saw your expression.

“Oh… it’s not a joke?”

You pushed past Sion and rushed towards the door, too embarrassed to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. You wished the ground would swallow you whole.

“Wait!”

Sion grabbed your wrist and yanked you back towards him. You fell against his body with a thud.

“Get off me,” you huffed.

Sion wrapped an arm around your front and held you in a tight back hug.

You tried to squirm away, but his grip was vice-tight, making it impossible to move. He leant down and pressed his mouth onto your shoulder.

“I’m sorry for laughing… it really was a nice gift.” His soft lips tickled your skin as he spoke.

You dug your nails into his smooth forearms and prised them off you. You spun around and scowled.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Sion sighed, raking a hand through his dark red hair.

“You just caught me off guard, Y/n. When you pulled me in here, I wasn’t really thinking. To be honest, I was just hoping to get lucky.”

Sion gave you his signature doe-eyed look. To an outsider, his chocolatey gaze might seem innocent, but you knew the evil that lurked below the surface.

“No way, mister. You blew your chance.”

Sion huffed. “It’s my birthday and you’re being mean!”

He held your hand again, gentler this time, and brought it up to his mouth. He kissed the inside of your palm, eyes falling shut.

You felt a flutter in your chest. Maybe, finally, after nearly four months of dating, he would pick right now to say, ‘I love you’ for the first time.

Sion leant towards you, so that his lips brushed your ear.

“Let me put it in, just for a minute.”

“Sion!” You yanked your hand out of his, hurt. “I’m going back to the party. Don’t come and find me!”

—

It was almost midnight, and all the guests had gone home.

You were sitting on the couch, eating some leftover icing from Sion’s cake. You were beginning to feel guilty - you really had ignored him for the rest of the evening, despite his pouty lips and shiny eyes following you.

Sion hovered at the doorway. He had changed into his Kuromi pyjama set, and he suddenly looked a lot younger.

“Are you going to stay at your place tonight?” Sion said, voice barely above a whisper. He was picking at some dust on his shirt, avoiding your gaze.

You shook your head.

“I wouldn’t leave you alone on your birthday. Even if my pride is wounded.”

Sion slumped down on the couch beside you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. It was a nice gesture, and I ruined it. Are you still mad?”

Instead of replying, you kissed him, softly, on the lips. By now, your annoyance had faded, and you really just wanted to kiss and make up.

But, it was as if a switch had been flipped in your boyfriend. Suddenly, Sion pressed you back against the couch, his weight resting heavy on top of you. Wetness pooled in your core.

Sion kissed you back with force. He slipped his hot tongue into your mouth, grunting. In one quick motion, Sion pushed up your top and bra, exposing your breasts.

Your nipples puckered in the cold air.

Sion kissed down your jaw and neck, leaving wet kisses on your skin, till he reached your chest. His mouth latched hungrily to your nipple.

His free hand skated up your thigh, finding the warmth there.

Sion’s actions were hurried, his fingers clumsy as they fumbled with your clothes. It was like he was worried that if he stopped for a moment to let you think, you’d push him away.

“Easy,” you whispered. “I’m not going to deny you again tonight.”

Sion’s jaw was clenched and all his muscles were taut. His body was like a wind up doll, ready to spring. Sometimes Sion got like this, and you knew that all he needed was a quick release.

You reached into his lap and found the bulge there. You slipped your fingers into his underwear, hearing him hiss as your cool fingers wrapped around his stiff cock.

Sion leant back, giving you room to pull him out of his underwear. You pushed up his shirt to reveal his toned, ridged stomach. The base of his cock was smattered with short, dark hair.

The tip of his cock was a bruised, deep red. You began to twist your hand around him.

“Fuck…” Sion let out a whimper. His red fringe stood up wildly over his head, and his mouth hung half open.

“That’s a good boy,” you whispered, feeling his cock twitch in your hand.

Sion’s entire body tensed up in one frenzied moment. He sucked in a breath, gasping as if he was scared.

You felt a hot liquid splash over your hand. You and Sion stared at each other in shock. You had barely touched him - neither of you were expecting him to finish so fast. The tips of Sion’s ears turned a dark red.

You kept stroking him through his release, until Sion shuddered and pushed your hand away. Then, he slumped down against the sofa, body entirely spent.

“I hope you enjoyed your second present a bit better.”

You realised that your top was still bunched up over your breasts. You began to pull it back down.

Sion whined, stretching out a hand to stop you.

“Leave them out - it’s still my birthday.”

You shook your head, laughing, but you obliged.

“Only for another twelve minutes.”

Sion grinned at you, the naughty streak back in his eyes.

“Y/n,” he said, pulling you so that you were lying on top of him.

“What?”

You let your eyes shut as you began to be lulled by the steady thumping of his heart.

“Have I ever told you that I love you?”

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“It’s open!” you yelled, while organising your kitchen cabinets one Saturday evening.

You were expecting the shopping you’d ordered. You went to the bathroom to wash your dusty hands, hearing heavy footsteps in the hallway. “Just wait in the kitchen!” you shouted. “I’m nearly ready for you!”

But when you walked back into the room, you did not see any shopping.

You saw a young man in the middle of your kitchen, with fluffy black hair and brown skin… completely naked.

The washcloth fell from your hands with a soft flump. You couldn’t breathe. Your eyes took in his sloping shoulders, his soft brown nipples, the impossibly hard muscle of his stomach and the dark cloud of hair beneath…

He yawned and stretched his full arms above his head, as comfortable as if he were fully clothed.

“Who the hell are you?” you said. “And what are you doing in my house?”

“Oh no,” he said, stumbling back. “Not again.” You watched the blush spread over his chest. He pulled his hands over himself, knees bent. “You are Y/n L/n, right?”

“Yes,” you said, wondering how on earth he knew your name.

“Oh thank god,” he said breathlessly, shaking his head. “Not like last time when we got the wrong… person…”

That was when it came to you. “Oh my god. You’re Riku. From the agency.” He bowed politely, hands clasped.

“But I thought you just had dates with people,” you said. “Not - “

“Sex?” he said, eyes widening politely. “Oh, yes. You’ve already paid for it.”

“That was not what I asked for! I just wanted to have dinner with someone, for god’s sake!”

Riku nodded, rubbing his stomach.

“Fully clothed,” you added, looking at the space above his head.

“Ah,” Riku said quietly, pouting. His black cat-eyes met yours. He slowly lifted the orange pan from the stove top and held it over his crotch.

-

You wouldn’t have expected it, but when Maeda Riku was dressed once more in his red stripy t-shirt and dark jeans, he was a delightful date. You cooked him spaghetti in your tiny kitchen, and ate it on the chipped table over a glass of wine.

You learnt that this was just a part-time job, while he was training to become an actor. You told him all the terrible things your ex, Sion, had done - like when he said you weren’t pretty enough to find anyone else.

“You are,” Riku said, interrupting you.

His brown ringed fingers clutched the wine glass. His cheeks sported a blush.

“What?”

“Pretty enough,” he said. It wasn’t a line, just an observation. “You’re beautiful, Y/n.”

You blushed, lost for words. You couldn’t remember the last time someone called you beautiful.

When the plates were clean, the air between you tingled. You suddenly remembered what, or who, Riku usually did at night.

“I know we’re not… doing anything,” Riku said, the tip of his finger tracing the rim of his glass.

“Definitely not,” you said quickly.

“But… could I still use your shower?” he asked.

You nodded, and ran to fetch the guest towels.

-

His body was too tall for your miniscule bathroom, his shoulders barely fitting in the door.

You left him in the shower, sitting in your dark bedroom while you put your phone on charge.

You heard the roar of the shower, and his soft voice as he hummed to himself. You couldn’t believe he was just on the other side of that door. Sparks shot down your back, almost painful. Though you’d seen Riku’s body already today, it felt different to imagine him naked now. Intimate.

Without even thinking, you leaned towards the door. It was ajar.

You could see Riku rubbing shampoo into his hair, his eyes shut in pleasure. His back was arched, and golden drops of water shivered down his powerful arms and ran along his hip bones.

You couldn’t help it—your thighs burned. You felt yourself grow moist.

As you moved to get a closer look, the door swung open. Your breath caught in your throat, but Riku didn’t stop humming; he must not have noticed.

He turned back, reaching for the conditioner, and you stepped into the room, your eyes glued to the long golden line running down his back.

“You like to watch, don’t you?” Riku said, his back still turned.

Your heart sped and you stumbled backwards. “Sorry. I thought I left- Sorry.”

“You can look,” he continued, squeaking in a laugh. “It is my job.”

If you were in your right mind, you would have left the room. But the alcohol burning in your veins, the hypnosis of Riku’s voice, made you stay. You stepped closer.

Riku turned, winking one dark eye at you. “You can touch, too.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m just not the kind of person who does these things.”

Riku blew out his cheeks in a pout. “Hmm… then what kind of person am I?”

“I really didn’t mean-” you stuttered. You prayed for the ceiling to come down and bury you in rubble. That would be less humiliating.

“I’m just teasing,” he said, his voice low.

God, you wanted to touch him. But why? How? This young man already had your money. What else could you possibly give him?

Riku gave you a look, and it was so open that it gave you the strength to step inside the shower with him. The water was cool on your scalp and warm as it soaked your jeans.

You expected him to pull you towards him, moulding your mouth in a kiss, bending your body to his, the way Sion always did.

But Riku did nothing. He just stared, as if his bare body, the tight coil of his belly button, wasn’t between you.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” you said.

Riku pouted. “Do you want me to?”

“Why are you being so cryptic?” you said, suddenly scared. You felt like that lost child again, the one who asked a teacher what an ‘orgasm’ was while all the other students laughed. “Can’t you just do what you always do?”

“Some people do,” he said, his fingers coiling his hair to collect the last soap suds. “I think it’s more interesting to ask what you want.”

Embarrassingly, you had no idea what you wanted.

Sex with Sion had been addictive; your bodies had clicked from that first hurried night in your friend’s college bedroom. You had never felt a climax before Sion’s fingers brought one out in you; for a few weeks afterwards you thought he was God.

Even later, when the sex was less new, it was still simple with him - he kissed your breasts, or pushed you down on your knees, and you learnt to love it because it was what he loved. Everything moved smoothly, like clockwork.

And now there was Riku, his hard, young body making it impossible to focus. What did you want?

“Don’t think so hard,” he said, fluttering his thick lashes, leaning closer. “Just tell me, pretty woman.”

“I want -” you said, like you were confessing a dirty secret, “I want you to get on your knees and do everything I say. And then… I want you to carry me onto that bed and fuck me with all my clothes on.”

You took a deep breath. Now was the moment he would laugh at you. You couldn’t meet his eyes.

All he said was, ‘OK.” He crossed his arms. “I do love being told what to do. And on the bed, I will be…?”

“Absolutely naked,” you said, courage flashing through you.

And then Riku was sinking to his knees, carefully, his eyes never leaving yours. Gentle, polite hands pushed your hips back to make space. He used his fingers to steady himself on the slippery tile. A shiver ran through the dark curves of his shoulders at the cool water.

His cat eyes met yours. “Ok, Y/n… what do I do now?”

-

Later, Riku was lying on top of you on your huge bed, panting with exertion. He pinned you to the bed with his weight. You ran your hands down the dripping muscles of his broad back. The sheets all around you were damp and smelled of peach shampoo.

Riku started to move, but you dug your fingers in his back. “No,” you ordered. “Stay a little longer.”

He nipped your shoulder with his teeth, laughing.

“What?” you said, shaking him. “Are you laughing at me?”

Riku shook his head, but the laugh grew, making his eyes scrunch and his chest vibrate.

You rolled over so you were on top and straddled him, squeezing his muscled arms to his body. “Tell me. What are you laughing about?”

Riku twisted his lip. “Not so hard to order me around now, huh?”

“Disobedient fool,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Riku pushed your arms off him in one effortless squeeze, and clambered to his feet. The morning sunlight fell over the soft planes of his chest. Still laughing, he walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

You hopped into your jeans, calling out after him. “What the hell are you doing? Riku, your clothes!”

Riku’s laugh bounced off the kitchen walls.

-

When you walked in, Riku was balancing two pans on the stove, one with a sizzling omelette, one with bacon. The strings of his blue apron were tied in a neat bow over his butt. The radio was playing some throwback station, and Riku’s pert ass moved rhythmically to the beats of ‘It Wasn’t Me.’

“Riku…” you said, your mouth falling open. “You are in my kitchen. Naked. Again!” You sniffed. “And you found actual human food?”

Riku snorted. “I was surprised to find it too.” He turned around, slapping his hands together. “Welcome to naked cooking. It’s very therapeutic. I do it once a week.”

You wrapped your arms over your big T-shirt, wishing you’d remembered to wear a bra. “That’s lovely. Just… keep my food hygienic, ok?”

“Oh no,” Riku said, walking over to you and placing his hands on your hips. “You have to be naked to eat the food. No ifs, no buts.”

A slightly hysterical laugh left your mouth as you sat down on the kitchen chair. You thought about the dry cereal you would have to eat this morning.

Riku used a spatula to roll the omelette neatly, sliced it up and put it on a plate. He sprinkled something green over the pieces.

Riku walked over to you and wafted the delicious scent your way.

Butter. Your stomach growled.

“One bite,” you said. “Please. I’ve worked up an appetite.”

Riku shook his head, whisking the plate away from you.

Fine. Screwing up your face, you stepped out of your jeans, then took a deep breath and pulled your shirt over your head.

In just your underwear, you walked over to Riku, arms crossed over your chest.

He looked pointedly at your underwear.

You swore, and shimmied them off, then ate up the omelette like a hungry wolf. You ran across the kitchen, shivering, and grabbed two pieces of bacon, too.

Riku caught you mid-run, giving you a cheeky slap on the butt.

“Goddamnit, Maeda Riku!” you said, sitting down to eat.

“I couldn’t resist,” he said cheekily.

-

Though that was the first time you slept with Riku, it wasn’t the last. Eventually, you stopped using the agency and Riku just gave you his phone number. Every Friday night, he would come over. It started to feel like you were old friends—not sex worker and client.

One of those Fridays, Riku was at the sink, doing the washing up, when you asked him a burning question.

“Riku…” you said, folding the corner of the table mat, “I’ve told you about my love life. I’ve told you about Sion dumping me, the nights of falling asleep into my ramen bowl…” you laughed. “But what about you?” Your heart thudded. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Riku scratched his head against his shoulder. “I have… a secret.” His ears went bright red.

Your heart sank. So here it was. The wife. The kids. Riku’s real life outside of these four walls that you knew nothing about.

“I can’t talk to my crush,” he said, lowering his head.

“Sorry?” you said, not sure if he was joking. There were a million things you’d thought of, but never this.

“I can’t talk to her,” he said. “I just freeze up, and the words don’t come out! There’s this girl, an extra in this movie I’m shooting, and she’s so cute, but I’ve never even said ‘Hi’.”

“Riku. You’re a sex worker.”

“I know it sounds crazy! It’s just different when I work. Sex is natural, it doesn’t need explaining.” He blew out a breath. “Romance, however…”

You sidled up to him, pressing yourself against his back. “I may not know a lot about sex, but I can help with talking to girls.”

You lifted your hands to cover his eyes. Riku’s breath stuttered in his throat. His hands were still in the soapy water.

You rested your cheek between his shoulder blades, feeling the heat radiating off him.

“Now,” you said. “Listen to my voice. Pretend I’m that girl. What do you want to say?”

Riku took a deep, shaky breath. “I-” He squirmed. “I can’t do this with you, Y/n. It’s stupid.”

“Come on, Riku,” you said, stroking his eyelids shut. “Just trust me. Now what do you want to say?”

“Okay,” he said. “I want to say… I like you. I know this is just work, and you don’t know me very well, but I think you’re beautiful.”

Riku’s body warmed yours in the cool air of the kitchen.

“And I think she might say… you’re not too bad yourself.”

Riku’s throat was tight. “Then I would say… do you think this could ever be more than work?”

You didn’t know if he was talking to her or to you.

Riku turned around, very slowly, his eyes never opening. His warm, soapy hands screwed up the cotton of your T-shirt as he pulled you close.

Like he had never done before, Riku kissed you first. He sucked at your mouth, his spit soaking your lips. It was a deep, messy kiss, and you were forced to follow his rhythm. His tongue tapped your bottom lip, asking you to open for him. You obeyed.

His hands ran under your shirt, making you shiver. And then he was pulling the shirt over your head, unclasping your bra with quick, deft fingers and abandoning it on the floor. You felt his rough hair brush your collarbone as his head dipped lower, to your chest.

So far, you had only kissed in the bedroom or the ensuite, never in such an open area. Riku would ask you what you wanted, you would order him, and the sex would proceed. Usually, he was smooth and strong, and even when he was falling apart under you, you never knew if it was just to make you feel better.

This felt different. This was Riku’s own hunger, his own preferences, strange beasts you knew nothing about. In Riku’s mind, was he kissing you? Was he kissing her? There was no time to think, no time to decide.

Riku turned you around. He pushed your stomach against the sink, starting to devour your neck in a way that made you melt. The cold, wet porcelain dug into your stomach, hard enough to bruise.

He tugged at your jeans, and you struggled to get them down,

And then Riku was fucking you on the kitchen sink, your moans pouring out for any neighbour to hear.

-

When you fell asleep that night, you felt strangely empty.

It had felt right in the moment, but now you’d wondered what you’d done. Had you moved from being a client to Riku to… something more? Or were you just feeding Riku’s fantasy of sleeping with another woman, one who would never have to pay him?

It was time to say goodbye to Riku. Having him round every Friday, you’d started to feel like you had a boyfriend again—and that was dangerous. Riku wasn’t yours. He never would be.

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