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「 riku 」

Riku was late. Every Wednesday evening, he went to the community centre for a still-life drawing class. This week, the subject was fruits. Riku burst into the classroom, keeping his head low and mumbling his apologies. He hurriedly sat down in front of the one empty easel. Then he looked up. But, instead of a bowl of fruits, his eyes landed on you. You were stretched out on the table in the centre of the classroom. You were naked, long limbs hanging over the edge of the table. Your face was relaxed, beautiful, as you let the class draw you. Riku watched your chest rise and fall as you breathed calmly. Your nipples were stiff from the cold. He snuck a look at the apex of your thighs, where your soft lower hair hid your sex from view. He was suddenly overcome with the desire to taste you. Would your pussy be sweet or salty?

Riku felt the blood leave his head and go somewhere else entirely. He felt dizzy, throat dry. His palms were sweaty, and his hand trembled as he tried to capture your curves on the canvas. But every stroke of his paintbrush felt like an insult - there was no way he could capture your beauty. An hour passed, and everyone else had left. But Riku soldiered on, desperately trying to draw you.

You sat up, stretching your hands above your head in a yawn. You walked towards Riku, not bothering to redress into the bathrobe the teacher had left for you. You stood beside Riku’s chair and looked at his canvas. “Hmm, needs work,” you said. A smile toyed on your lips as you looked at one part of him. Riku followed your line of sight down to his crotch. His cock had swelled up, and was pressing through his sweats. You leant close, lips brushing his cheek. “I think you need some one-on-one lessons.”

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「 yushi 」

When Yushi lay down next to you in the dark, he was sensitive not to wake you. He knew how hard you worked all day at the office; his baby deserved her rest. The bedroom walls were sweating in the heat, and it must have taken you hours to fall asleep. He slid a gentle arm around your waist, and felt your stomach bare. His hand skated lower, to your waist, your squishy thighs, and he gasped. You were totally naked!

Yushi didn’t mean to touch himself when you were there. He didn’t want to wake you up, or worse, creep you out. But with your soft curves stretched out before him, he couldn’t fight it. His chubby cock was straining in his pajama pants. He started rubbing himself against the mattress, moaning quietly. He squeezed his fist over his bulge, trying to force it to go away. But it felt so good… and even as he thought ‘DON’T DO IT’, he discarded his pants and ran his fingers over his sticky length. He was jerking himself now in slow, slick pumps. ‘Just think how good it would feel inside.’ The thought hit him like a train. With shaky hands, he slowly pushed your thighs apart. His cock leaked helplessly all over itself as he fished out the condom, slipped it on his dick, and widened the space between your legs…

You woke up to small, strong fingers trying to reveal your bare cunt. “Yushi?” you said, your laugh slurred. Yushi’s almond eyes were shining, his face red with effort. A naughty grin split his face. “You don’t need to force me,” you giggled, opening your thighs and sighing as your boyfriend sank inside you, heavy and wide. “You know I want you inside any time.” Yushi purred like a happy kitten on your throat.

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「 jaehee 」

It was crazy. You’d been dating Jaehee for three years, but the sight of you naked still made him speechless. He blushed and averted his eyes every time your jumper pulled up your shirt. When he saw you in a bikini, he got so hard he couldn’t leave the pool for an hour. When you stripped off during sex, he covered his eyes and moaned like it hurt him, even though his cock was twitching inside you.

Today was no different. “Babe, come on! We’re gonna be late!” he called, pushing into the bedroom. You shook out your wet hair from the shower, running the towel between your bare legs. “How are you not ready-” Jaehee started. His voice trailed off at the sight of you. He stared at the ceiling, twisting his tie nervously. “Honey?” you said, padding over to him naked. You hung your arms loosely around his waist. Jaehee choked a little. “Did you say we need to leave, baby?” you purred, pushing him back on the bed. You sat on his lap, your wet thighs soaking his jeans. “No… I mean yes…” Jaehee whispered, screwing his eyes shut.

You unbuttoned his jeans. You revealed his boxers, straining against his fat dick, before he could even realise what you were doing. “Come on…” Jaehee said vaguely, but you were already grinding over his clothed dick. Jaehee threw his head back, his mouth opening in raw pleasure. Hot precum beaded Jaehee’s pants. Although he was strong enough to throw you around, Jaehee arms hung uselessly at his sides. You unpeeled his boxers, slid a condom on his cock, and sank onto his fat length, making him whimper in your ear. “We have to… leave…” Jaehee groaned, even as he unloaded deep inside your hungry cunt. Jaehee had just wanted to get to the party on time. The warm, sticky juice pooling in your cunt told a different story.

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「 ryo 」

Ryo didn’t know what hit him. He pushed your bedroom door open, absentmindedly humming a song, when his eyes fell on you. You were stretched out on top of the sheets, completely bare. He felt himself harden instantly at the sight of you. He couldn’t control it, it just happened. His hard-on strained against the denim of his jeans. This was how so many of his fantasies started -the ones he only allowed himself to indulge in during the deepest part of the night, when he was under the covers, one fist curled around his throbbing member. He gulped, mouth suddenly dry.

Looking closer, Ryo realised that your body was flushed dark and damp with sweat. The window was wide open, and the fan was pointed at the bed, but you still looked sweltering. You had one arm thrown over your face as you mumbled to yourself. Realisation dawned upon him - you were sick. He shook himself lightly, trying to clear the haze of lust that clouded his mind. He untucked his shirt and pulled it over his crotch, hoping it would hide his erection. “Baby, you’ve got a fever! Are you okay?” he asked, kneeling down by the bed and touching your arm lightly. You lifted your arm from your face to look at him. Your dark eyes wobbled as you shook your head no. Ryo’s heart squeezed at the vulnerable look on your face. “I’ll go get you some soup and meds, alright?” All you could do was smile in response. Ryo got up and turned to the door. His horniness would have to wait. You, his precious girlfriend, were way more important.

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「 sakuya 」

“Y/n? Are you in there? The coach is leaving soon!” Sakuya called gruffly, tapping the beach shower door. You hesitated, hearing his footsteps slap away, then whispered, “I’m here!” Sakuya turned. You peeped out of the door, your arms crossed over your chest. You were soaking wet and naked. “Someone stole my clothes…” you hissed. Sakuya froze, puffing air out of his lips. Red bloomed over his cheeks. “Oh, um. Wait,” he said in his low drawl. You guys were just classmates, and you didn’t know each other very well. Sakuya had shared half of an ice lolly with you when you dropped yours in the third grade, but that was the limit of it.

To your total surprise, Sakuya grabbed the neck of his white T-shirt, pulled it over his head and held it out to you. He crossed his arms, his strong shoulders rounding, in only his jeans now. His bare body was smooth and lean, the product of hours of toning, even if it clearly hadn’t seen much sun. In your excitement to grab the T-shirt, you let the door swing open, revealing your body to Sakuya. He took your dripping body in with steady, serious eyes but said nothing. Only his eyelashes fluttered a little. You slipped on the T-shirt. “But that’s not enough…” you said shyly.

“Oh!” Sakuya said. He quickly slipped off his baggy jeans and held them out to you. “But Sakuya…” you said, smiling at the cute sight of the young man in just his heavy black speedo. “What will you wear?” you said. Sakuya shrugged, putting his hands on his hips. “I’m a boy, right? No one will mind.”

He held out his strong arm for you. You gripped the salty skin, stepping out of the shower in your baggy borrowed clothes. Sakuya always tried his best to help… even if the sight of a teenage boy in a speedo became the biggest joke of school that year! Sakuya never minded. He said it was better for a gentleman to face ridicule than a lady.

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One evening, a few months ago, you were both a little drunk from the gin you’d stolen from his parents’ alcohol stash. You were lying on top of him in bed and kissing him, slow and wet. After some tussling, you’d managed to get him to open his mouth wide, and you brushed your tongue against his a few times. It was then that you’d felt his thing poke at you through his thick denim jeans.

But as soon as he realised you’d noticed it, he pushed you off so fast you went tumbling onto the plushie mountain beside his bed. He didn’t speak to you for a week after that night.

Thankfully, things had been getting slowly better since then.

He let you hold his hand in public, and when you watched movies on his couch, he’d prefer it if you sat on his lap, rather than the sofa. You’d feel his warm, firm thighs under yours, and it would drive you crazy.

But still, Sakuya would never let your kisses get too deep, and when he touched you, his hand would always sit politely on your waist - and never on your ass or your chest where you desperately wanted it.

Tonight, you had a plan to take things to the next level.

“Saku, are your eyes closed?”

“Yes,” Sakuya said. “Come on, Y/n, you know I don’t like surprises.”

You ran up to your boyfriend, unable to hold in your giggles. It was a humid July night, and you were in the garden of your family home. Your parents were out for the weekend, and you had the place to yourself.

Sakuya was standing on the patio, obediently covering his eyes with his large hands. He was wearing a loose black T shirt and shorts, which contrasted starkly with his pastel hair and pasty complexion.

You touched his arm, softly, so as not to startle him. Sakuya was a good head taller than you, but he carried himself like he didn’t know what to do with his large frame and long limbs.

“Come with me, keep your eyes shut. Careful now.” You held his elbow and guided him to the end of the lawn. He grumbled as his bare feet crunched on the dry grass.

“Okay, you can look!”

Sakuya looked at where you were pointing. The shiny new jacuzzi was nestled between two dense, dark trees, hiding it from the view of the house. A string of light bulbs hung from the branches, making the whole garden look magical.

Sakuya dropped his hands from his face, his chocolate eyes meeting yours.

“There!” you said, pointing to the deck. “A hot tub! My parents got it installed last week, isn’t it neat?”

“So that’s what that bubbling sound is…” Sakuya said, folding his arms across his chest. He had a vague, unimpressed look on his face.

“Let’s get in,” you said, in your most chipper voice. You were trying not to let his sour mood bring you down. Sakuya’s grumpiness would not ruin another date night.

You pulled the large T shirt you were wearing off and flung it to the side. It dropped onto the wooden deck with a soft thump. Underneath it, you were wearing a pink string bikini that left little to the imagination. You had bought this one especially because it was Sakuya’s favourite colour.

Sakuya’s eyes flashed over your body.

You pulled the taut elastic string of your bikini bottom and let it snap against your side. The soft flesh of your hip jiggled slightly with the impact.

You scanned Sakuya’s face, hoping for a reaction. Except, he was looking up at the string lights and studying them with an intense vigour.

“These bulbs…” he said, tapping his chin. “Are two Watt LED, aren’t they? A fine model. I’ll have to pick up some next time I’m at the hardware store.”

You felt a pit form in your stomach at his cold rejection.

“Sakuya, aren’t you going to say I look nice?”

Sakuya pressed his plump lips together. He looked at you, face serious. Then he nodded, once, with a military precision.

“Y/n, you look nice,” he said, rather flatly.

You tried to smile, but it didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“You want me to get in the hot tub, don’t you?” Sakuya asked. The dim lights made his skin glow a watery yellow.

“Only if you want to…”

The sound of crickets filled the night air.

Sakuya walked towards the tub. He reached one long, pale leg over the edge, and then hoisted the rest of his body over. He slid all the way in, dunking himself under the bubbles completely.

“Saku,” you cried. “You’ve still got all your clothes on!”

He came up for air, and his pink hair was soaking wet and plastered to his forehead. His black T shirt, heavy with water, clung to the grooves of his body, outlining them. The soaked cotton swept over his broad shoulders, dipped into the grooves of his collarbones, and stuck to the planes of his chest.

You could see the pebbled outlines of his nipples through his shirt, and lower down, the wet black material hugged his flat, narrow stomach.

You gulped, mouth suddenly dry.

Sakuya splashed some water at you. It dripped across your thighs.

“Well get in, then!” He said, grinning now. You were always surprised by the things that would make Sakuya smile.

Sakuya’s tinted moisturiser had half washed off, leaving pale streaks running down his cheeks. A few spots dusted his chin and mouth. Sakuya hated his acne, but ever since you had told him that it made him more fierce, he’d stopped hiding it so much.

You climbed into the hot tub and let the warm, scented water caress your skin. The soft bubbles from the underwater jets pressed into your curves deliciously.

You sat across the tub from Sakuya, who was leaning with his head back against the rim. He sighed deeply, letting his eyes fall shut.

You watched a droplet of water roll down Sakuya’s soft jaw and over his neck. It skated over the swell of his Adam's apple, before disappearing under his shirt. You were suddenly overcome with a desire to follow the path of that droplet with your tongue.

So you did.

You closed the space between you and Sakuya, moving so fast that the water swelled into waves around your body.

You clambered onto his lap, feeling his warm, sturdy thighs beneath yours. Sakuya’s hands rested tentatively millimetres from your waist, occasionally ghosting over your bare skin.

“Missed you, baby,” you murmured.

Sakuya pressed his lips into a smile. He leant his head back slightly to get a better look at you.

You took the opportunity to sneak your mouth onto the long, exposed column of his neck. As you licked a drop of water from his creamy flesh, you felt him tremble. You kissed the soft skin underneath his jaw, once, twice.

You pulled back to look at his face.

Sakuya was pretending to be unbothered by your advances, but you could tell by the pink tinge of his ears that he was not so nonchalant.

Sakuya was no robot - he was a human man, and right now, you could tell he was turned on. Maybe you’d even get to feel his manhood again tonight. The thought of that sent shivers racing through your stomach.

“I want to try something,” you said, voice tight with excitement. “It’s kinda new.”

Sakuya blinked a few times, his long black lashes casting shadows on his face.

“I’m listening,” he said.

You sucked in a breath. Then, you reached into the water, and grabbed hold of Sakuya’s wrist. Sakuya kept his hand limp, allowing you to pull his hand out of the water.

He tried to lace his fingers with yours, but you shook your head and stopped him.

“No, not that…” you whispered. “This.”

You took Sakuya’s hand and placed it on top of your right breast.

His large hand enveloped the entire soft mound of your breast. Even through the material of your bikini top, you could feel his palm brush against your nipple. The feeling was magical.

“I want you to touch me here,” you said shakily. “Take me, Saku, I’m yours.”

You dropped your hand that was holding Sakuya’s in place. He kept his hand on your breast, just as you’d placed it, but to your dismay, he made no move to explore your body further.

Sakuya’s entire body was rigid and unmoving. He was so still that you weren’t entirely sure if he was even breathing.

The bubbles and jets from the jaccuzi stilled, and soon, you and Sakuya were in complete silence.

“Don’t you want me?” you whispered.

Sakuya said nothing.

Prickling heat started crawling up your neck, and suddenly, you became hyper-aware of every curve and blemish in your body. Was Sakuya not into you like that?

Your whole life you were told that teenage boys were the horniest creatures on the planet, and that you’d be spending most of your energy trying to keep them away from you. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Most guys didn’t look at you, and now, your own boyfriend wouldn’t even touch you.

A hot tear slipped down your cheek.

You roughly swiped it away, hoping Sakuya wouldn’t notice. The last thing you wanted to do was break down in front of him.

“Fine, forget it.”

You swatted Sakuya’s frozen hand off your chest and pulled yourself out of the hot tub. Your leg accidentally smacked against Sakuya’s side in your hurry to get out.

Still dripping wet, you started to run across the grass towards the house. Little twigs and stones scraped against your bare soles, but you didn’t care. You just had to get out of there.

“Wait!”

You heard a splash as Sakuya jumped out of the hot tub. You kept going, refusing to turn around and see his cold, judgemental stare.

But Sakuya was too fast for you. His limbs too long. He caught up with you in a matter of seconds.

“Y/n, stop!”

Sakuya grabbed your arm and yanked you back towards him. Your back smacked against his firm, wet chest. He wrapped his arms around you, locking you into a tight back hug.

When you tried to wriggle out of his grasp, Sakuya gripped you tighter. He was like a python, strong and relentless.

No matter how much you tried to move, Sakuya would just not let you leave his arms.

Eventually, you stopped moving and just let him hold you.

Sakuya’s water-soaked clothes were wet against your skin, having cooled rapidly in the night air. As embarrassed as you were, it felt nice to be held like this by your boyfriend. You felt oddly secure in his strong arms.

“What do you want, Saku?” All the fight had drained out of your voice, and now you were just tired.

“I’m sorry,” Sakuya mumbled into your shoulder. “I am attracted to you, Y/n. Believe me. I just… I’m not like you. I can’t keep up.”

You tried to turn around to face him, but Sakuya held you in place. Maybe he couldn’t say what he had to say to your face. You could feel his heart thumping against your back.

“I’m so lucky to get to call you mine. You’re so pretty,” he said. “You’re my first girlfriend. You’re my first love. I… I want you to be my first **for sex, too.”

You leant your head down so your lips touched Sakuya’s bare forearm that was wrapped over your chest.

“But… I’m not ready yet, Y/n. I need more time.”

Sakuya loosened his grip on you. You turned around slowly, so that you were eye to eye. Sakuya’s fringe had dried into clumps that stuck to his forehead. His cheeks were flushed dark.

“Can you give me time?” he asked. His shoulders were rising and falling with his pants.

You sniffed.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I don’t feel wanted when I’m with you. You don’t… give me anything.”

Sakuya sighed.

He was silent for a long time.

Then, he reached over and took your wrist in his hand. He pulled your hand towards him.

Your breath caught, and for a dizzying moment you thought he might-

Sakuya pressed your hand unceremoniously into his crotch, so that your palm was touching his most intimate place, through the barrier of his still wet shorts.

Your eyes went wide.

“Saku… what- what is this?” you spluttered.

Sakuya smiled. “I’m returning the favour. You let me touch your… boob. And I’m letting you touch me. Third base. Is that okay for now?”

“Third base…” you said, humming.

You focussed on the part of him you could feel with your palm. Sakuya’s shorts were damp, clinging to his feverish form. Your hand was pressed against his member - you could feel it through his shorts. Not the exact shape, but the idea was enough to send your head spinning. His bulge was hot, impossibly hot, and pulsing under your touch.

You shifted your hand slightly. That’s when Sakuya peeled your hand off him and took a step backwards.

He rubbed the back of his neck, blushing. It was clear that he’d reached his limit.

Sakuya, the man who waved at strangers so that he wouldn’t have to shake their hands, the man who thought that hugging was way too intimate for friends to do, the man who believed that the only people who should see you naked were your doctor and your spouse, was stepping this far out of his comfort zone, for you.

Your heart swelled.

“Shall we go inside and watch a movie?” you asked softly. “There’s an ice lolly in the freezer with your name on it.”

Sakuya’s shoulders relaxed. He smiled brightly.

“Sounds like a plan.”

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