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𓍢 ⋆📖⊹ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ you are reading: preacher's daughter

sjy x f.reader (corruption kink, religious guilt, smut with a lot of plot, sensitive themes, +18)

"in the early 2000s, in some small, rural town, your religious and restrained life collides with jake sim, who makes you doubt everything you know and want to explore more of the world" wc: 19.6k (what was that honesly) author's notes: hii hellooo!!! i don't want to go on about this any longer cause it already took me about a month to prepare this, so despite having very maternal instincts with it, i feel desperate because maybe ill never write this well again! lol (it IS that deep for me okay) anyways! i hope you can enjoy it as much as i did! and here's the playlist i used (i was heavily influenced by ethel cain) tw: corruption kink, outsider!jake x preachersdaughter!reader, no use of yn, use of legal substances, religious guilt, religious stuff in general, heresy, slow burn, opposites attract, size difference, manhandling, heavy make out, dry humping, edging, loss of virginity, p in v, unprotected sex, belly bulge, teasing, marking, cursing, dirty talk, oral sex, clit play, nipple play, body worship (f rec.), guided masturbation, dacryphilia, talking you through it, praising, pet names (church girl, little one), some grapphic violence(? not btw the pairing tho), distorted feelings, a funny turn of events in the end bc im crazy lmao, intended lowercase, and english is not my first language!!! if i forget anything let me know juseyo!

"my children, look at your hands. are they clean? the world outside is a hungry wolf, but inside here, we must be like the immaculate lamb" you heard the pastor preach from the pulpit. formal clothes, shirt tucked into pants, the best shoes you owned, hair so slicked back with a mixture of water and styling gel that it reflected the ceiling lights. when your father's eyes fell upon you, you lowered yours, resting them on the restless hands in your lap. that week's sermon was not in vain.

"remember: your body does not belong to you. it was bought with a price of blood. any desire of the flesh is a crack in the temple, and through that crack, the enemy enters" the man kept his eyes on your figure, and it wasn't necessary to look back to know; your shoulders burned from the indirect exposure. all because he had seen the boy who tended the gardens handing you a rose; which, of course, you had accepted politely.

it wasn't as if you had feelings for the boy, but you also weren't used to receiving attention from the opposite sex - even the church youth groups were careful not to mix genders. besides that, there was the major factor of being the pastor's daughter in a tiny countryside town where everyone knew each other and nothing was a secret.

it had happened to lisa, a former high school classmate, when she had her first kiss and went to confess and seek guidance; she had come out in tears from the small room your father used as an office. that same night, he told you never to speak to or sit near her during services again. or when the late mrs. johnson refused to give her tithe, claiming she needed to pay for the entire family's burial plot since she was the last of the name; the following week she no longer appeared at church, or the week after that, and after, and after... until she was found dead in her living room armchair; your father refused to say why the woman had stopped coming on sundays before her inevitable death from old age.

you sighed when the church bells rang, indicating the end of the preaching. the murmuring grew, and most people stood up, greeting one another, talking about trivialities as they walked toward the exit. you refrained, going to help your father blow out the candles and put away the books. you piled the objects in your lap, heading toward the narrow back door, noticing out of the corner of your eye before crossing the threshold an unfamiliar face going to talk to him.

you arranged everything on the shelves, brushing your dusty hand against your linen skirt before heading back out. your father was no longer there, nor was the stranger, but you saw under the door that the office light was on, so you sat down to wait. if your mother were still around, maybe she would tell you to go talk with the younger crowd while she waited for him, but that was a reality from years ago when she was still alive. you pressed your lips together and sighed, settled once more in the front row of pews.

the silence of the hall made the distant clock's tick-tock echo loudly, and the amplitude of the empty space made the cross positioned on the small altar seem to triple in size. he was watching. even if it wasn't your father, he would know, and he would judge. he would judge your lack of excitement for religion, your little faith, your curious glances, your inadequate desires, and he would whisper to your parent what he should say up there, so that every word was directed specifically at you.

a shiver ran down your spine when the office door opened, pulling you out of your small trance. your father was the first to step out, holding the door and signaling for the other to follow. who was he? dark hair, longer than usual for guys, a heavy brown suede jacket over a plain white shirt, jeans, and leather boots. you had never seen him around there, or anywhere else in town. his face was different, handsome... very handsome. full lips, thick eyebrows, a large nose... and as they approached, you noticed how tall he was too.

"ah, you're here" your father commented, flashing a fake smile in your direction, indicating his anger hadn't ceased, even after everything he had said. you stood up on impulse; hands pinned to your sides and perfect posture, but your sweet, shimmering eyes didn't lie as they scanned the new guy. "this is jake, jake sim, he just moved in" the man continued, observing your stunned state and then clearing his throat. "introduce yourself, kid..." something deep in your gut urged you to be indifferent, to ignore jake's hand extended toward you. but your body spoke before your brain could rationalize. your name came out as a whisper from your dry lips, but he still smiled, squeezing your hand lightly, letting you let go first. he put his hands back into his coat pockets while your father looked at you as if your head had been replaced by a giant question mark.

***

after that day, jake's presence was recurring. more often than you needed, less often than you craved. he was different from all the guys you knew; those who were almost a copy of your father - clothes too perfect, empty gazes. yes, jake was like a reminder that the mundane existed, a reminder that not everyone believed in the same god as you, that not everyone prayed before eating or cared about going to hell over a bad choice. whenever you ran into him, he smiled in your direction - an upside-down smile that made you wonder if he was curious or just felt pity.

your father had said he was moving from another city with no relatives, trying to make a life in a different place, and that was why jake would live in the small back room of the church for a while, paying rent by helping with the restoration of the ceiling and some walls that urgently needed plaster and paint.

he seemed willing, never truly standing still, carrying buckets of paint, mortar, pushing the rusty wheelbarrow where he put all the tools and materials back and forth. one moment he was outside, another he stopped to smoke before moving on to restore some pillar in the main hall. and whenever you cooked, your father asked you to take a plate of food to the dark-haired guy; since your house was across the street and it didn't hurt to help.

whether it was simple rice and meat or pasta, jake always made sure to thank you properly, stopping what he was doing - white tank top clinging to his sweaty torso, stained with paint and dirt, hair stuck to his forehead which he pushed back with his fingers - stepping down from the ladder or standing up to receive the plate from you. "did you make this?" he would ask, smelling the food and then looking at you. "yes... it's simple, i hope you don't mind". he would shake his head and then smile wide before sitting down to eat on a low stool nearby. "i haven't eaten home-cooked food in months." he would fork it and take a big bite, chewing and nodding approvingly, "it's good, very good."

your heart didn't help, making your chest give an unexpected twinge that left you flustered by the compliments you never received. "you... have been helping a lot..." you justified, and after a few seconds of just watching, you would simply extend your hand in a small goodbye and turn your back, walking quickly to leave the place while your small fingers reached for the rosary decorating your neck, squeezing the pendant hard.

it was bad. it was worse than you could have imagined. and it got worse. the more you saw him, the more phrases you exchanged, the more you wanted to talk, the more you wanted to discover who he really was. you knew he had a car, a ford f-custom pickup in a faded red tone from sitting in the sun. you knew he liked jackets because you had seen him with several; you knew he smoked and that he didn't attend the services; not even once.

jake didn't talk about his family; let alone which city he was coming from. your father didn't know much more either, snapping back with a "why do you want to know?" the first and only time you questioned him during dinner. "just because... he appeared so suddenly" you replied with a trembling voice, hearing a huff from the older man.

as the weeks passed, the church took on a new air: revamped, clean. he had even taken care of the flowers in the beds - abandoned since your father excommunicated the gardener for the act of chivalry toward you - which now had small white and yellow flowers blooming. the ceiling didn't drip anymore when it rained, and jake had fixed the pews that had rotting boards inside. your father was grateful, you knew he was; maybe that was why he didn't force jake to participate on sundays. but whenever the service ended and you left the church, you could see him outside with a cigarette tucked into the corner of his lips, flipping through some book you had never heard of, sitting on the hood of his truck.

and whenever he caught you watching, he would stop, take the cigarette from his lips, and close the book, setting it aside as if he were dedicating all his attention to you for those brief minutes in which you passed by him, waved, crossed the street, and went inside; blushing, and with ragged breath. so pathetic that you felt stupid.

maybe he knew. or maybe that was very presumptuous of you. to assume he knew what he was doing to you, that your head was becoming so disorganized that even you couldn't name what it was, other than that it was wrong.

that was why you had started to pray every night that jake could find a real job and move away, asking that he be successful and move to a bigger city, far away. far from the church and far from where you could see him. and for that same reason, you would finish and go to bed crying because the words whispered weakly were never genuine. they were selfish and lying, and the angels would know.

one monday, you decided you would ignore him. that it was nonsense, that your lack of faith was dominating you and you couldn't go on like this. so, you headed to your nursing course which took place in the town clinic and which you could get to and from on foot.

on the way, you had seen him at a car parts store, but you didn't look more than enough to ignore him, letting him crane his neck out of the small shop watching you walk down the street. you had finished high school the previous year, and despite having taken some exams and sent some recommendation letters, you had never received any reply from any of the colleges; or at least that's what your father said.

you wanted to study medicine, and while you couldn't, you were content with the course miss marie taught in exchange for you helping with some patients during the week. you had already learned about sutures, stitches, wound cleaning, casting, dressings, and a host of other things. as a consequence, you ended up learning about medications and dosages and always heard from marie that you were an exemplary student and would surely do well in the real course.

and whenever she said this, a mix of sadness and joy formed in the pit of your stomach, tangling with your breakfast that you nearly threw up. you would never be able to go to college, not if you stayed here... not if you stayed under your father's watch, being swallowed by the monotony of this dead-end town and the church, ever fuller, ever more imposing.

when your break arrived, you asked to go to the bookstore on the same street and stayed there for half an hour, entertained with nursing and medicine books, tempting yourself every now and then and picking up some romance story to leaf through.

       "love"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"surrender"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"desire"

the words caught in the air quickly as your eyes scanned the yellowed pages always made the hair on your arms stand up. romance wasn't something real. and the only true love was the one that came from devotion to the lord. men and women shouldn't touch for pleasure; that was reserved for marriage and procreation according to divine laws. but still, the words didn't disappear from your mind as you went back to work under the weakened heat of the setting sun.

"oh dear, are you back already? a young man stopped by and asked for you" you heard marie, stopping in your tracks, your body freezing, making you turn your head slowly toward her as she noted something in a small customer log, leaning on the counter. "jake! he said he needed to talk to you, but didn't want to leave any message" she continued simply, taking a moment to land her eyes on you and smirk at your pale expression. "you know him, right?" she knit her brows and you nodded before swallowing hard and heading to the bandage room.

what could he possibly want with you? what could be so urgent that jake genuinely sought out the place where you worked? maybe it was about your father. or maybe he needed help at the church. maybe he wanted to say goodbye before finally leaving after five weeks of living there and standing out from everything around him.

maybe he wanted to warn you that he would tell your father, that he would tell of the times your eyes lingered too long on him, or how your cheeks flushed when he smiled at you when you looked at him through your bedroom window and he was in the flower beds. your stomach spiraled and you leaned against the cabinet next to you at the unreal possibility, feeling on the verge of fainting.

air failed you and you grabbed your own shirt, twisting the fabric in your fingers and pulling -wanting the fabric to unstick from your skin for a few seconds because it had to be that preventing you from filling your lungs with oxygen and not a damn panic attack - trying to breathe deeply and not succeeding for long minutes.

you needed to tell the pastor it wasn't that, that it wasn't what he thought, that you would never think... that you would never do it! that you would be better, that you would pray more, dedicate yourself more!

when you finally managed to come back to yourself, you grabbed your crossbody bag and returned to the front of the clinic, asking brokenly if you could leave work a little early that day, which was promptly accepted despite the older woman's concerned expression.

"see you to-" but you didn't hear her, already on the sidewalk, quickening your pace.

***

you had never walked so fast in your life. the slight cramp in your calf was ignored until you were on your home block, able to see the high church bell from there, where you walked with yearning. your house had the windows closed, but the car was in the garage, only meaning your father was at the church. you threw the hall doors open, and the echo of the whistling wind vibrated against the walls. your lips parted and closed uncertainly as you passed through the rows of long pews, illuminated by the sunbeams still entering through the high windows at that hour of the afternoon. you stepped onto the platform, your low sandal heels sounding on the floorboards, extending your hand to reach the office door.

but just as you opened it, another person came out of there, bumping their body against yours.

"sorry, i-" you began, slowly raising your eyes until they met the dark eyes of the sim boy. you took a step back, squeezing the bag strap. jake closed the door behind him and smiled simply, knitting his brows when you stared at him as if he had two heads.

"in a hurry?" he asked and you pressed your mouth into a line, shaking your head. "really? i could've sworn i heard your footsteps all the way here" he said and crossed his arms, making his forearms with noticeable veins suck in your attention for an instant.

"i need to talk to my father" you managed to say quietly, looking away from him. "he's not in. at least, not here" he told you, turning his face a bit to analyze you. "did your boss say i looked for you?" he asked, watching you chew the inside of your cheek before nodding. "is that why you left early?" he raised an eyebrow and let out a short laugh.

"n-not because of you..." the phrase came out direct, more direct than you intended, and he was perfectly aware you hadn't done it maliciously, but even so, he leaned over and placed his hand over his chest, letting out a dramatic "arrgh".

"didn't have to destroy me like that" he joked, but your posture didn't relaxed. your free hand gripped your long skirt and crumpled the fabric; this didn't go unnoticed by him either.

jake straightened up and ran his tongue over his teeth, looking around before going back to watching you, measuring your small, trembling body in front of him. "did you come to tell your father that i looked for you then? wow... such a good girl, huh?" he let out in a mocking bittersweet tone.

your eyes widened and you finally stared back at him, parting your lips and feeling your heart hammer against your rib cage. "so that's really it?" he held a shit-eating grin on his lips now, just amusing himself, but when you took a step back, indicating you'd run from there at the first chance, the boy decided to stop stalling, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans and pulling out an envelope.

"the reason for looking for you was because this arrived for you, and... it seems to be something important" he handed you the letter with the college seal on the edge, pointing with his index finger.

the moment he spoke and you took the letter in your hands, your head took a while to process what that meant... or rather, what it could mean. you raised your eyes to him once more and he gestured to the paper in clear encouragement. you were feeling a bit of shame from the earlier exposure, but still... to finally have a response to the countless letters you had sent was truly exciting.

you closed your eyes for a few moments before opening the seal with erratic hands. your almond-shaped eyes scanned every detail, the sender's information, the college logos, the date, and your name written there.

"subject: admission decision and financial aid offer

congratulations! it is with great pleasure that we offer you admission to the class of-"

you stopped, not because you wanted to, but because your voice got choked up with a knot forming in your throat, making you bring your other hand to your mouth to cover it, unable to believe what you had just read.

your eyes were so wide that jake ended up laughing and leaning in to take it and finish reading for you. "thats awesome... like, with them funding a huge part of it?..." you stared at him, static. behind your eyes, your mind made a small movie of your life pass by until that moment. all the times you had worked hard on high school projects, the sleepless nights of study, the social actions that were always successful thanks to the church faithful. however, now that you had the result right there in your hands, didn't it seem a bit too much?

you remained quiet. the passing of time was just an illusion.

"what? you did not liked it?" the taller boy knit his brows and then you shook your head dejectedly, receiving the paper back and looking awkwardly at what was written. "no, i loved it. but... it's the furthest one of all..." you spoke softly at last, feeling your nose sting and eyes water, controlling the urge to cry in front of the other because so many humiliations in a row in one day would be hard to deal with.

"it's the chance of a lifetime, little one" jake added, but didn't force it more than that, resting one hand on your head and messing up your hair lightly. he didn't know exactly why, but judging by your earlier desperation and the not-so-gentle sermons the pastor used to give -which he could hear even from afar - he had some idea.

***

after the touch, jake had left you there. it had nothing to do with him anyway. you didn't know how much longer you had remained standing there; you only knew that when you left the church, the orange sky was gradually giving way to the black vastness of the night, while your father talked to one of the congregants at the front door. you had passed by them and greeted them politely, going inside and up the stairs to your room.

the week passed in the blink of any eye for you, your thoughts drifting far away. on the street you stumbled, at work you pricked yourself with scissors and needles, inattentive, earning your first scoldings from marie; you struggled to invent excuses not to eat dinner, preferring the pain of a growling stomach to sitting at the table with the pastor and having him ask about your day. and whenever you thought about sleeping to escape the hunger, the moment you laid your head on the pillow, you saw a crucifix nailed above the bed.

you didn't remember when that decoration had been nailed there, but you remembered once asking your 7th-grade classmates what they had for decorations on their walls. stars that glowed in the dark, band posters, original drawings, wallpaper - but not a damn beige wall with a single crucifix in the middle. wasn't it normal for a child to be able to decorate their room with... child things? wasn't it normal for children to be encouraged to have childhood interests? and the symbol weighed over you as if it weighed a ton, squeezing your diaphragm and making you so frustrated that you threw a pillow at the object, to no effect.

on friday, when you got up and went down for breakfast, you found the man there, with a cup of strong black coffee exhaling steam from the heat while he flipped through a newspaper. he didn't say good morning, and you breathed one out so quietly that the sound of the birds outside kept it from being heard. you served yourself cereal and milk, sitting at the furthest end of the table. he turned a page, wetting his fingertips with saliva, and you breathed shallowly, trying not to be noticed. too late. "make dinner today, and come down to eat" the thick, firm voice sounded, rhetorical and impenetrable. you nodded, even though he wouldn't see over the newspaper, and continued eating, swallowing with difficulty because you barely chewed so as not to make noise.

when you left the porch of the house, heading down the steps to the sidewalk, you were surprised by jake, who joined your walk.

"so... have made your decision yet?" he asked, hands in pockets, walking side by side.

"good morning... and no" you replied simply, avoiding eye contact with the taller man; looking at your feet walking in sync instead. jake sighed and then pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, putting one in his mouth and reaching for his lighter.

"do you mind?" he asked, and when you just looked at him for half a second before focusing elsewhere, he lit it, watching the tip burn as he took a slow drag. he blew the smoke to the opposite side. "you know those scholarships could give you access to a dorm, right? what's the problem with it being far?"

why was jake following you anyway? you rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand and shrugged. "if you want something that bad... why don't you do it?" his words parked in your head.

because james in his first chapter, verses fourteen through fifteen, said that each one is tempted by their own evil desire, being dragged away and enticed, and then after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin. that was why you couldn't decide for yourself, choose your own clothes, or wear makeup; it was why you didn't choose the decorations for your room even though you were nineteen years old, and why you couldn't let your will make you cross the country just to study if you could still be useful here. but jake wouldn't understand.

"is that what you would do if you were in my place?" you asked back, giving a timid smile and watching him study your expression - he thought you managed to look even cuter with your eyes puffy from sleep - as he slowly pulled the nicotine into his lungs, holding it and then letting it out bit by bit.

"if i were you, you wouldn't be asking what someone else would do" he replied confidently.

jake didn't have any appointments downtown, nor did he have any business there, but he still accompanied you to the front of the clinic, where he watched you go in quietly without saying anything else. he finished his cigarette right there, throwing the butt on the ground and crushing it with the sole of his boot.

marie asked you to make a splint for a little boy's finger that morning. the little guy had sprained his finger playing basketball in his garage, and every time you even brushed against the needle with the anesthesia, his eyes filled with tears. he was probably afraid, you thought, even though he wanted to appear brave. "did you know the mayor said they're going to build a sports court in the central plaza?" you commented, catching the little one's attention and seeing him shake his head no. "i heard all the children will be able to use it; doesn't that seem like a good opportunity to make friends?" you asked sweetly.

while the child thought and began to answer, you quickly gripped the anesthesia and applied it to the site. "ow!" he furrowed his brows, finally looking down and seeing the empty syringe. "you... already did it?" he blinked, confused and relieved at the same time. "uh-huh, and you didn't even notice" you breathed. "how did you do that?" he stared at you again with eyes shining with pure hope. "secret!" you winked and then grabbed the materials to make the splint.

"she probably cast a spell on me or something mommy, i swear!" that's what the kiddo said as he left the clinic accompanied by his mother, who just laughed at the silly assumptions. your boss gave you a playful little nudge, liking how you hadn't stopped smiling at the situation. after all, you had been strange all the other days, and feeling a bit of satisfaction with work was a great reason.

"you really have a gift" she pointed out and touched your shoulder. "by the way, i saw you were accompanied today... it was the guy from the other day..." the nurse continued. "are you two dating?" she asked as if she were asking about the weather.

your eyes widened and you denied it repeatedly, squeezing the small bag where you threw the dirty gauze and discarded the needle. "he... we-my father helped him... he's a newcomer". "oh. well, he definitely looks like one" she breathed before leaving you.

when you were alone in the room, you stopped for a few seconds, looking down and taking a deep breath.

you wanted to be able to say that the joy of having been good for the child with the hurt finger had remained for the rest of the day, but as soon as the clock struck five in the afternoon, you felt the anguish of the inevitable approaching. you packed your things slowly and even waited for marie to close the entrance so you could head home. if jake appeared and offered you a ride at that moment to anywhere far from there, you would accept it; you'd deal with the consequences of leaving your father waiting some other time. but no one appeared, and you were alone to face whatever was coming.

***

the bath? it had been a rupture in time disguised as a cloud of steam that passed without you noticing. you put on your light, long dress - which reached your ankles - and combed your hair before going down to make dinner.

your house had never been very well-lit, but in the past, there were still photos scattered around, some diplomas, both yours and your mother's, but your father had made sure to remove everything that reminded him of her. everything. except what he couldn't: the memory.

the humming of the refrigerator sounded louder than ever, making your internal organs want to coil up. the sound of the fire boiling the vegetable soup to thicken the broth served only as a second voice to the discordant music in the kitchen.

when it was seven in the evening, he appeared. dress shirt, polished shoes, pressed pants, and hair no longer so perfectly combed. an indifferent expression that you never knew was because he was at home or because he was seeing you. you exchanged silent glances, and he approached the dining table, which casually sat under the only light source between the living room and the kitchen. you served the plates and sat down, joining your hands and interlacing your fingers, closing your eyes to give thanks for the food.

"heavenly father, sanctify this meal which your hand has provided. may this food give us vigor to serve your kingdom with purity and obedience. amen" this made you press your lips together; he never thanked the one who prepared it.

the clinking of cutlery filled the void in the air, along with the sound of moderate chewing.

"so what happened that you lost your respect and appetite this week?" he was the one who started, cutting a piece of bread to dip in the soup. over the days you had considered telling him, taking a chance. you were almost convinced it wasn't worth it, if it hadn't been for that afternoon... you had been so happy to help, so content to see the softening expression in those child eyes.

"i received an acceptance letter, for next year's class..." you commented quietly, without the courage to look at your own parent.

"and what about it?" he returned, chewing the soaked slice of bread audibly.

"i thought... with the money i saved, and maybe finding a part-time job, i could support myself there. it's a full scholarship" oh, he didn't seem surprised.

your father continued eating, feeling your eyes slowly rising to him until he stopped abruptly, dropping the spoon on the plate. "i thought we had put an end to this discussion. that you would take the theology course in the neighboring town and help me with the church. that is the path the lord has been laying out for you..." the words came out serious.

"i made so many applications and we agreed to wait for a year, dad..." you furrowed your eyebrows.

"i didn't agree to wait a year. i never even agreed with this college story. do you know how hard it is? the sins, the ambition, the selfishness in those places? do you know what it's like to be alone in a place like that? especially you, who has never seen any of it?" his voice began to change and he moved his mouth irritably. "that's your wish? to become mundane and dirty? to disappoint god because you couldn't resist to your inner demons?" he asked, staring, his fist clenched on the wooden table.

"it doesn't have to be like that! i would only go to study!" you defended yourself, feeling a bitterness rise in your throat.

"study? do you want to look at me straight in the eyes and ask me to believe this when you can barely keep your legs closed to the garden boy?!" you widened your eyes and parted your lips... how could he say something so gross and unrealistic when all you had done was accept a simple flower?

the first tear ran down your cheek stealthily, without you noticing; the others that followed, you didn't have the strength to contain. "mom would want me to pursue this..." your voice crawled, weak and trembling. but to him, it sounded like the worst of offenses, one that tore the armor he had created many years ago.

"repeat what you've just said" his tone was dark now, loaded with a veiled hate he felt for your existence.

when his chair scraped back and his body rose, you swallowed your sobs, looking at him. "dad, p-please... i didn't intend t-"

the impact of the slap on your face was strong enough to make your ear ring and your neck be thrown to the side. the welt immediately rose to the surface of your skin. the pain made you lose your breath, but he didn't care, grabbing your hair and making you look at him as he leaned down to be at your height. "you disgust me" he said sharply, spitting the words. "i pray to god forgive your sins, but you are helpless" and with that, he let you go, making your body collapse into the chair, and he left the room, heading to the second floor with heavy steps.

you hugged your own body while the crying was overwhelming, squeezing your eyes shut and shrinking back.

when times like this arrived, to whom should you turn? your father thought you were disgusting, and god must have had an opinion not much different. your friends were limited to the young people who attended church on sundays and occasionally went to the group, but never really got close. the rest of your family lived miles away, and unfortunately, you were foolish and inexperienced, just as the older man had said.

you stood up limply and put the unfinished plates of soup in the sink, almost letting the heavy dishes fall and shatter on the floor; you turned off the light and instead of going to your room, you went out the front door, feeling the cold breeze and the yellow streetlights bathe your figure.

you walked across the porch and across the front garden until you were on the sidewalk, starting to walk without a certain direction. maybe you'd walk around the block, maybe you'd go to the small park nearby and sit on one of the swings until your body got used to the sadness and the night went back to being like any other.

***

the tears still fell, less agitated, yet colder as the wind chilled them against your flushed cheeks. your swollen nose sniffled, and you pressed your lips together, dwelling on the words you had heard.

jake was coming back from one of the freelance jobs he had picked up at a construction site. in the pickup, the music played low, and he tapped the steering wheel every now and then, attentive to the dark streets of the little town that went to sleep too early. he would have continued if he hadn't spotted something. honestly, with that thin, light dress that fluttered in the skirt from the wind, he might have thought it was a ghost... a very pretty and well-behaved one, though. the boy smiled as he flashed his high beams once, slowing down and rolling down the window to stick his head out. "hey church girl!" he called, and your silhouette stopped. but when your face turned to him, the smile jake had died almost instantly.

he stopped the vehicle right there and got out in a hurry. loose pants held up by a worn belt, a stained tank top, a jacket - which he was already taking off to wrap around you - and beautifully disheveled hair.

"what happened? what are you doing here?" he asked, looking down, without asking permission to touch your face and make you look at him. you were a mess of tears, snot, and there was still that mark on your cheek that he quickly identified. you didn't answer, but when the gentle weight of the leather jacket wrapped around your bare shoulders and jake's thumbs wiped your tears, you looked at him.

"jake..." you called, testing the name on the tip of your tongue. that, as incredible as it seems, was the first time you breathed the combination of letters.

"yes? i'm here." his expression was one of concern. but how could he feel that for someone like you? whom he barely knew or spoke to; maybe you were so miserable that you really didn't realize it. "do you want me to do something?" he asked, shifting his eyes from yours to your cheek before coming back.

"no..." you denied. you could have pulled away from him, touched his wrists so he would let go, but you didn't. "i was just... walking..." your last shred of judgment made you speak.

"no, you were crying and walking without direction... that's not just walking. what happened?" god, he was so insistent.

"my dad... we talked, about the college..." you explained, and jake shook his head, squeezing your face between his large, calloused hands. he could picture what had happened; he wasn't an idiot, he knew exactly the kind of guy the pastor was. they were all the same, so good for the community, titling themselves messengers of god or some shit like that, using other people's money to promote themselves, spreading lies, taking away dreams, having disgusting secrets.

"i'm not letting you go back home today, sorry" the boy concluded, letting go of your cheeks and holding your hand, dragging you so he could take you to the truck.

without another word, he opened the passenger door and lifted you by the waist as if you weighed nothing, sitting you there and helping with the belt. your faces were close, but your eyes were too cloudy for you to see the details of the taller man's profile. you saw him go around before getting in the driver's side and sitting there to start it again; the roar of the engine breaking the silence of the street.

he didn't say where he was taking you, and you didn't ask either. for someone who fled from him as the devil flees from the cross, you were placing a lot of trust there. in less than twenty minutes, during which you had exchanged at most two words - with him asking if you were still cold and you denying it - you had arrived at a bar where the blinking neon sign read "jj's bar." the facade was nothing fancy; on the contrary, plain walls with some posters announcing live music and cheap beer, the light of the sign in shades of yellow and red making the mixture of colors bathe the cracked sidewalk.

jake offered you his hand for you to get out, and you avoided eye contact when you did, lips pressed together. when you entered, the atmosphere was strangely welcoming. a varnished counter with several stools along its length. floorboards of wood that creaked slightly when stepped on, tables scattered about, walls covered in posters, flyers, ads, photos, and tacky wallpaper in shades of wine and brown. behind the counter, a young man was drying some glass cups, and a large cabinet held various glasses, containers, and drinks. a pool table, some slot machines, a jukebox.

"jake jakey..." the barman spoke and smiled, leaning on the counter as you approached.

jake smiled, touching the small of your back subtly as if he wanted to reassure you that everything was fine; he also extended his hand, shaking the guy's on the other side. "my friend, jay..." he breathed and followed jay's gaze, which fell slowly onto you.

"and you, young lady?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, friendly. you breathed out softly and nodded.

"i already told you about her..."

"oh... so you are the preach-"

"ahem" jake cleared his throat and the guy stopped, staring at him and getting the message.

"well, make yourselves comfortable. for you, i already know, but how about you, sweetheart, what'll it be?" - jake rolled his eyes in disbelief at the blatant flirting – the park waited for your answer, but the only thing you could do was look up, searching for a menu... like in the diners, right?

"oh-i see... what's your age?"

"nineteen" jay smiled gently in your direction, shifting his attention to the boy beside you; what kind of communication was that?

you watched him grab a bottle from the cabinet and serve a glass halfway, putting in ice and tapping the surface in front of the sim boy before pushing it toward him.

you watched jake take the glass and gulp - his prominent adam's apple bobbing - wrinkling his nose slightly before staring at you. "what?" he murmured, and you shook your head, embarrassed to be caught staring.

minutes later jay placed a glass with a pink mixture and a little umbrella on top. "its cherry syrup with white vermouth by the way, that's the lightest i can do" he threw the hand-drying cloth over his shoulder and crossed his arms. you shouldn't drink. you didn't know these people, you didn't know your limit, and you were far from home, but the only thing you did was look to the sides, searching for any sign. a cross, a saint, someone... any sign that indicated you would be punished later.

when you didn't find one, you looked at the glass, closing your small fingers around it and testing the weight before lifting it to your lips. the first sip wasn't bad, the smell was sweet and the taste even more so, but at the very end the aftertaste caused a sting. both pairs of eyes analyzed you and you covered your mouth after placing the glass back on the wood. "it's good... different, but good," you said and saw both of them smiling.

"you don't have to drink it all," jake breathed and let his eyes travel over you. your body disappeared in his jacket, and you held onto the fabric of your dress skirt as usual. were you always afraid?

you just nodded... without much to say. it was the first time you had entered a bar, you were sure you shouldn't be there, but you didn't feel threatened. the music wasn't loud and it was pleasant to hear, making your feet suspended from the stool swing lightly while you fingered the sweating glass. "have things always been this way?", jake took advantage of the moment when his colleague, and owner of the bar, moved away to talk.

and you caught yourself trying to remember when was the last time your father had acted like a real father and not like a vigilante. "no... it's hard to remember, though... after my mother passed away, he doesn't seem to be the same person" you breathed.

jake looked down and bit his lip. he was terrible at consoling and it wasn't as if he had never had a girl crying in his arms, but definitely the reason wasn't the same. "and you never thought about leaving?", he continued and saw you sip the drink once more before looking at him.

"wouldn't that be selfish?", you returned and he knit his brows.

selfish...? the word made the older boy swallow hard, tapping the counter once before getting up from the stool and helping you do the same. he held your shoulders, placing your body in front of his and guiding you to one of the game machines.

"i don't know how to play" you looked up from below and he just smiled, taking a token from his pocket and positioning himself behind you.

"you don't have to know everything to do it, you know?", his voice had a soft and more relaxed timbre now. "you just have to want to" jake carefully touched your wrists, indicating where you should hold. the machine's crank and the colored buttons that every time they were pressed made the character on the screen release some kind of different animation.

the dark-haired boy was hunched over, his face next to yours, cheeks almost brushing, explaining what you could do. your brain tried, struggled to pay attention, but it was so much information... blue button to attack, his perfume invading your nostrils, walking forward with the joystick, the warm touch of his hands over yours, white button to start again, his minty breath blowing against your neck while he spoke... you bit your lip and confirmed when he asked if you were ready.

you watched the characters on the screen casting powers and trading funny blows. in high school some boys mentioned this. it was fun, although you didn't understand the rules. you did exactly as the older boy said, managing somehow to defeat the opponent. when the 'winner' text appeared there you smiled, but you smiled even more when jake celebrated, squeezing your arms and shaking you carefully, just drawing a soft giggle from you. "you're good at it!", he straightened up and pinched your chin lightly.

he spent three more tokens, letting you test other characters and showing you how it was done; proceeding to lose all the times and making a tired face when the last fight ended and the machine flashed ‘insert your ticket’. "okay... that was a first, i'm actually good, seriously," he defended himself and you gave a breathy smile, enjoying yourself.

when your crying was nowhere to be seen and jake's presence had totally overshadowed the night's events, you could finally notice him. black, wavy hair, a mouth drawn with a heart-shaped cupid's bow. there was something magnetically soft about him that made it impossible to look away, a perfect harmony between the sharp, aristocratic line of his nose and the warm glow of his dark eyes. his lip curved into a lazy side smile, the kind of smile you knew your father would call temptation, and for the first time, you understood exactly why people gave in to it.

you passed in front of the old jukebox and stopped, observing the varnished details and the little letters inside, showing which tracks were available.

"do you like music?", he asked, approaching as well.

"i... don't listen much" and even so your eyes vibrated at the equipment in front of you, curious, exploring.

"pick one" he said, alternating his gaze between you and the machine, biting his lip, anxious to know what it would be.

"i don't know any of these...", you denied laughingly and he rolled his eyes, putting the coin there and looking at you expectantly.

so many names, you ended up choosing the most different of all, drawing a little laugh from him. jake and you looked at each other while iris by the goo goo dolls started to play. he held your hand and took a few steps back, taking you to one of the more open spaces in the bar, before joining your bodies, circling your waist carefully, smoothly sliding his fingertips along your wrist, making you hold him by the shoulders, guiding your body in a slow dance.

your heart was galloping, and your cheeks were feverish, while your expression didn't hide your mixed shock and embarrassment, feeling your lip twitch as you searched for words and gave up ridiculously.

jake smiled from the side, making you rest your head on his chest. he accompanied your small body moving slowly with his, feeling a twinge in his chest when you rubbed your face lightly against him, sniffling against his shirt. your thin and small fingers squeezing so lightly on his shoulders that he was afraid the minimum contraction of muscles could hurt you. the melody swayed the pressed bodies, and for the minutes the music box played, it was just you two there.

even when the last guitar chords played, you slowly pulled away, staring at him sweetly. you wanted to ask what that had been - which would be a mess because not even jake knew - but you moistened your lips, pulling back your arms again, smiling awkwardly before hugging your own body.

"thank you...", you said softly and he froze, his eyes darkening even more, watching your body take a few steps back, testing the subtle distance; with no intention of really running away now.

the boy blinked slowly and as soon as you turned to go back to the counter he stretched his body, holding your arm and making you turn again. but when your eyes met, he took a few moments to say: "i would never think that selfishness is being yourself. i would never think that selfishness is prioritizing yourself" the answer finally came, making you fix your eyes on him. "and if it is, then maybe being selfish isn't so bad, right?", his touch softened, making his arm slide away again, but the electricity of the contact remained there, like a promise that this was only the first step out of your bubble.

and you could swear he was approaching millimetrically when jay's voice sounded nearby. "guys, sorry to interrupt, but, we are closing"

***

the pickup's engine finally went silent, leaving only the popping of the cooling metal and the sound of the wind cutting through the tall grass of the lookout. down there, the city was just a tangle of distant lights that didn't seem to belong to the same world you were in. a parallel world where he had dragged you to spend the night.

jake lowered the tailgate and helped you up, spreading a thick blanket over the metal so you'd be comfortable. lying side by side, the sky seemed larger than you had ever seen from the locked windows of home. you talked - as if in all those years the words had just been waiting for someone to ask and care - you told him everything and anything he asked, from your favorite color to the last book you had read.

you told him about the silent rules of your routine, about the expectations that weighed on your shoulders and about how you wanted to be able to do something without disappointing the people around you. jake, on the other hand, was a presence of mysteries and calm silences. he listened with an almost voracious attention, eyes fixed on your profile, on how your mouth moved and tightened when you thought, absorbing every fragment of your story to understand how you still managed to be so intact. it was fascinating.

"and you?" you asked, turning your face to him, feeling the early morning dew prickle your skin. "do you have a religion? do you believe in god?"

jake let out a soft chuckle, a sound that vibrated in his chest before reaching the full lips he moistened. he turned on his side, propping his head on his hand to face you. "i don't believe in that image they sell out there. altars, punishments..." he shrugged, and the glow of his eyes seemed denser under the moonlight. and at the same time his sincerity frightened you, it made you more and more interested. "i have my own convictions. i believe in what i can feel, what i can touch...", jake let his eyes slide over your body for a few milliseconds.

a shiver that wasn't from cold ran down your spine.

"don't you think god- that he would hate us? for being here? for thinking like this?" the question came out small, loaded with a reverential fear, and a guilt that was present for as long as you could remember.

jake smiled, dangerously docile. "god could never hate a girl like you" he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a dark velvet. "you're just so... pure"

the word seemed to burn, entering through your ears, circling your whole body and stopping right in your chest where your heart accelerated. you sat up on the truck bed, hugging your knees against your chest and hiding your face between them for a moment. the silence in the air became thick, and not even the chirping of the crickets was enough to appease your feelings.

"i... don't feel that way anymore" you confessed with a slightly trembling voice; struggling not to cry again since your puffy eyelids couldn't handle another round.

jake sat up right after, his movement being fluid and, at the same time, careful. he didn't look away; on the contrary. his hand went up to your shoulder, warm fingers contrasting with the cold jacket, caressing the fabric that covered your shoulder with a slowness that seemed to want to uncover what was underneath all those layers.

"look at me" he asked, pulling your shoulder with a gentle firmness so you would stare back.

seeing you like that - with damp eyes, parted lips and this readiness to let yourself be carried away - jake felt his stomach twist. there was something sickly and stimulating in the way you seemed breakable in his hands, even without him touching you properly. his desire wasn't just physical; it was the desire to be the one who would untie all your knots, the one who would see your chastity transform into something that only belonged to him, that only existed in his presence.

he repeated the motion from the bar, but now there was no one to interrupt.

jake kept leaning in, the space between you disappearing while the smell of mint and leather enveloped you little by little. you knew exactly what was about to happen and your mind sought your father's warnings, the moral lessons, the sunday sermons, the sins listed in old books... but your body didn't move one bit. your eyes closed, and you held your breath without noticing, waiting for the meeting of lips in a simple kiss. his mouth warm, contrasting with your cold lips.

this was your first kiss, surrendered so naturally to jake sim that it didn't feel wrong. his large and hand held the side of your face, long fingers getting lost among the strands of hair and his thumb caressing your cheekbone, a tender possessiveness that anchored you there. at the beginning, it was a dry, exploratory contact, just the warmth of the mucous membranes recognizing each other, a sensation that made your stomach turn from the novelty.

with the passing of seconds, the pressure increased. jake didn't force it; he just offered. he parted his lips against yours, letting the tip of his tongue provoke the contour of your mouth, a silent invitation he anxiously waited to be accepted. your inexperience screamed, but instinct spoke louder. when you finally gave in, allowing the tongues to meet for the first time, a short gasp escaped your throat making the older boy sniff in approval.

jake noticed your hesitation and didn't allow you to feel lost. he guided, dictating the rhythm, while his free hand sought your wrist with delicacy making you position your hand on his shoulder, encouraging your fingers to seek the support they needed to pull closer. with the contact firm, the kiss became needy, an urgency that seemed to consume the oxygen around, and a kind of magnet making both drag closer to each other; your thigh very nearly climbing over his leg.

inside your head, chaos tried to organize itself. memorized verses about temptation and severe warnings tried to emerge, but were immediately buried. there was no room for guilt when every inch of your body responded to his with a frightening intensity. morality was a language you didn't speak anymore. now, your brain could only process the tangible reality: the taste of him.

when he took his hand to your waist, entering the jacket he himself had lent you and you startled at the rougher and more direct touch, with lips peeling off his before seeking them again, jake pulled away suddenly, clearing his throat and taking his hand from there, laughing awkwardly and shaking his head. "fuck, i'm sorry...", he breathed low, not knowing for sure what he was asking for, but making you come back to the surface too, just as confused, blushing and swallowing the saliva in your mouth, biting your lip still leaning towards him. "you've been drinking...", he explained calmly, passing his eyes over the girl, the shiny lips, the straight neckline of the messy dress and exposing one of your collarbones, the breathing through the mouth.

he had been drinking too, but your courage to speak had been entirely spent with the seal, so you just nodded, turning your face away and settling better inside the jacket.

the rest of the night was filled with small talk, clumsy touches, and without you noticing, the sun rose on the horizon, making you realize that was also your first night away from home. for a few minutes, jake had dozed off by your side, the wavy locks falling perfectly over the sculpted face, his chest rising and falling peacefully, reminding her that he had rescued and sheltered her.

that was the problem, jake made it seem good to go against everything she knew.

***

"submit yourselves to god; resist the devil, and he will flee from you. do not let yourselves fall into temptation, my children. the enemy is always lurking looking for openings, especially in those of weak heart" the pastor spoke, the bible near his chest while he walked from one side to the other, but your head was far away. you were outside the church, sitting on the pickup with the peeling hood, stained pants and denim jacket.

when was it like this anyway?

jake sim was lean and sneaky. accompanying you every morning to work on foot - with an arm that wrapped your shoulders and a mouth that whispered idiotic things just to make you laugh -, picking you up and suddenly changing the path to some place you didn't yet know, whether it was a bridge with a beautiful view or some field. poking your shoulder when he passed by you just to see you looking for him while he moved away with a playful smile on his lips. he also threw stones at your window at night when you were about to sleep, and as soon as you looked he made a gesture with his hand calling you to come down in secret, without your father knowing.

the kisses and experimental touches were becoming more and more urgent. your cheeks burned every time he got excited and brought his mouth down to your neck, whispering how much your scent drove him crazy.

it was even worse when he grabbed your waist tightly, or pressed you against some surface - usually the small room where he was staying, at the back of the church, right after the sermon ended. but, he never went beyond, sometimes stopping when both were altered and breathless from making out, with hands clinging to the barriers of clothes or to the hair of each other's napes.

little by little the questions started to get more intimate... he no longer wanted to know about your favorite things, but about what you were curious about, or how much you liked his kisses, or even how much you were willing to go with him.

god, and you were.

you bit your lip, eyes widening as you noticed what you were thinking inside the church.

when your eyes returned to the room your father stared at you firmly for a few brief seconds before returning to talk.

you had even asked your former friend lisa what you should do days ago - during the youth group’s pause; anything that would make you stop incessantly thinking about the outsider boy.

both had talked under the stairs in a whispered tone that could only be interpreted looking eye to eye: "even the greatest of sins god is willing to forgive if you are really sorry" the girl told you, staring with an impartial warmth. "that's what torments me. when i commit this sin, i don't feel bad... i feel good. better than i have ever been" had been your answer.

how could you feel sorry?

the moment the bells rang, your feet firmed on the ground, getting up hurriedly and going to help with the organization as always. books put away, candles extinguished, and this time you even managed to leave along with the other faithful who crowded near the exit, talking and saying goodbye, it was when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and pull you from among the crowd to the side of the church. jake looked around before holding your cheek and depositing a loud smooch on your mouth, taking a little note and putting it in the palm of your hand before winking and leaving without saying more.

you gave a breathy smile, feeling like a fool. your shoes brushing against each other while opening the yellowish paper to find his handwriting.

"no work tomorrow. we have a date. meet me at 10am, you know where", with a hurried heart scribble adorning the upper corner of the post-it.

he was so secretive and unpredictable, making your belly vibrate with so many butterflies. anyway, you ran home to call marie's phone and warn her about a persistent pain in the wrist that would prevent you from working the next morning.

***

the sound of closet doors was the only noise to be heard throughout the second floor at that hour of the morning. you slipped into your white skirt and donned the blouse with romantic sleeves before stepping into your heavy shoes over your socks. your hair remained loose and your backpack was slung on in a hurry before you left the room and headed down the stairs, running into your father halfway down.

"haven't you left for work yet?" he asked, stopping in his tracks and furrowing his brow.

"i’m late today... i’m on my way!" you dodged his body and finished the descent, heading toward the door to leave.

you couldn't allow yourself to be caught, and you knew he would look out the window for at least a full minute, which made you walk slowly, mentally counting to sixty so that the steps heading down the street would suddenly change direction, crossing from one sidewalk to the other, leading you to the back of the church where the pickup truck was parked.

when you opened the passenger door to get in, jake met you with a smile, unable to help but notice you had dressed up, letting you fasten your belt and adjust your shoulders and posture in the seat, oblivious to how he watched you, until you weren't anymore and turned to him.

"what?"

he bit his lip. "you look pretty" he replied sincerely, basking in your flushed cheeks and the way you shyly looked away. he started the engine and shifted into gear before pulling away.

"where are you taking me?" you asked as the landscape outside the window gradually changed. he had taken a road that passed through several fenced pastures - some with animals, others with trees, and even those that held nothing but a green vastness of grass.

"you're so curious. i wanted it to be a surprise" he said laughingly, eyes never leaving the road.

"that's not fair... you're always doing that" you retorted, though you weren't truly bothered.

"just know you're going to like it, hm?" you nodded, fiddling with one of the buttons on your blouse.

when they were about 3 minutes away from arriving, jake told you to close your eyes, grumbling playfully when you tried to cheat by squinting through your fingers. when he whispered softly that he really wanted to make it a surprise, you stopped teasing and kept your hands over your eyes until the car was parked and he said you could open them.

and even so, when jake spoke and your eyes opened, it was impossible to believe.

from inside, the passenger window - slightly fogged and covered by a thin layer of road dust - framed the flowery field like an old, faded painting. the landscape unfolded in waves of moss-green and soft hues of lavender and white. as the engine cooled, the high sun poured a radiant light over the vast space, turning the rows of pine trees in the distance into dark green silhouettes against the blue sky.

it was beautiful, one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. jake laughed at how you suddenly stared at him.

"how did you find this place?" you asked before putting your hand on the handle and opening the door to get out. the soft grass cushioned your weight, making it feel like you were stepping on a thin quilted layer. you bit your lip with a childish giggle and looked around. there were some fences toward the side the truck had passed, indicating the property likely had an owner.

"i came here to fish one day" he said, passing by you to get something from the truck bed.

you took a few steps and crouched down, looking at the colorful flowers more closely. so beautiful that you were afraid to touch them and end up ruining them. "i prepared something for us today..." you heard him and turned to see what he was carrying: a blanket and a basket, making you furrow your brow in amusement.

"what is this?" you stood up and went over.

"well, you said you'd never had a picnic, so..." jake shrugged, playing it cool, even though he was hoping for the surprise to be good.

he did everything, from finding a spot to spread the blanket to taking several jars of fruit, bread, and sweets out of the basket, looking your way every now and then as you followed him with your hands behind your back and a curious expression. it was still so unbelievable that jake was even there, that he wanted to get to know you, or fulfill your wishes. he didn't belong in that place - the free way he carried himself, the hair falling over his eyes, the tanned skin, the calloused hands - he stood out from everything and everyone, a natural attraction, almost as if you were tempted to look at him and desire him.

you smiled compassionately before kneeling beside him and touching his face, making jake stop, turn to you, and touch your waist.

"is everything okay? did you like it? you can tell me if you didn't, i need to know..."

you didn't answer with words, but held the back of his neck and leaned in to seal the older boy's full lips, enjoying the warmth and softness for a few seconds, catching jake off guard as it was the first time you had initiated something like that.

he had a funny look on his face when you pulled apart, like someone who had just discovered a funny secret. "i really like it, thank you" you whispered, and he stole one more little kiss before pulling you to sit on his lap, proceeding to show you everything he had brought: strawberries, pancakes with honey, a bottle of coffee.

***

time by his side seemed to flow in a different way, a soft, warm current that carried you without you feeling the need to fight it; or perhaps, you were ignoring your internalized morality, because living was more important. there, in the flowery field with the sound of the stream in the distance, the world outside was a pale memory you didn't miss at all. you surrendered with an ease that never failed to scare you, but jake sim's touch was a constant invitation to simply be.

what had started as light play, between laughter and distracted touches while eating, shifted in intensity when his body ended up over yours on the picnic blanket; he had a hand on each side of your face, avoiding letting his weight fall on you, and his eyes minutely searched your expressions to know if it was time.

the seconds in which you just looked at each other were a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of birds and the wind blowing freely. jake leaned in, as a test, and began to kiss you slowly - an almost lazy affection for a day like that, exploring your lips without haste, without the urgency of excitement. he nibbled on your bottom lip and whispered against the sensitive skin how good your mouth tasted.

but the rhythm changed as you reacted. your short gasps and the way your small hands sought the back of his neck once more, pulling him closer, began wearing down the self-control he was trying to maintain. his hands moved up, outlining your waist and messing with your clothes, his thumbs tracing the path of your protruding ribs just below the curve of your breasts, while your legs tangled together, seeking more contact, more heat.

the mood was cut sharply by a dry sound.

heavy steps against the earth, the violent rustling of vegetation, and a sharp animal grunt of pain.

you both stopped.

jake froze with his lips still brushing the skin of your collarbone where he had been licking just before, while your eyes widened, your heart racing now for a completely different reason than the second before.

from behind one of the nearby bushes, the figure emerged suddenly, piercing eyes checking if you were a threat to its hunt... it wasn't the graceful red fox from children's books, but an animal with dirty caramel fur, rustic and opaque, eyes fixed on both of you as it crossed the field. its snout was stained a bright red, contrasting with the body of a small white rabbit it carried clenched between its teeth; the small animal still spasmed, an agonizing reflex movement that made blood run even more down the fox's jaw.

the scene was ugly, pitiless, and mortal. there, under the late afternoon sun and surrounded by flowers, nature displayed its carnivorous face, reminding you that life and death shared the same space - exactly like the innocence you tried to maintain and the desire jake awakened in you.

"don't be afraid" jake whispered, a side smile forming as he saw your jugular jump with the erratic heartbeat. "it's natural, it means the fox will manage to survive for a few more days... nothing more than that" and for some reason, he didn't seem to be talking only about the animals. the words didn't do their part in making you calmer; instead, you swallowed with difficulty, entering a complicated internal dissonance.

maybe god had ambiguous plans for certain creatures. maybe creation wasn't just about green pastures, miraculous healings, and benevolence, but about this silent, cruel gear that didn't ask before turning. you thought you weren't in a position to judge; after all, who were you to understand the logic behind survival? maybe these creatures had some idea of what their destinies would be, or maybe they were completely oblivious to it, living and dying without ever understanding why.

it was this perception of the frivolity of raw life that made your hair stand on end and your throat go dry. an existential dread creeping up your spine. the fragility of the kit was your own fragility. but jake remained there, his voice steady and his body still warm against yours, as if that carnage were merely the natural backdrop for what you were doing.

"it's okay to feel sad, though... but we can't interfere" he murmured, and the way he accepted it without looking away seemed, in a way, engaging, making you face him again with tearful eyes. "jake" you called, and he smiled, brushing the tip of his nose against your neck, moving up until he was staring back at you. "can we continue in the car?" the shy words left your trembling lips.

oh? he knew exactly what that was.

he understood that transition; it was the violence of nature, strange and inevitable, that, instigated carnal acts. it was the most primitive emotional escape, the one that seeks the warmth of life immediately after being confronted with the coldness of death. the type of surrender that is condemned by all doctrines, but is the only possible response to instinct.

even so, he didn't hesitate. jake held you in his lap with disconcerting ease, one of his large hands firm on your butt as he carried you to the truck, while you wrapped yourself around his torso.

with his free hand, he opened the door and tossed you into the front seat, onto that continuous leather upholstery that eliminated any barrier between you. as soon as he got in and closed the door, the silence of the cabin was broken by the sound of your small, skittish hands reaching for his face. you gripped his cheeks hard, pulling him into a kiss loaded with want, as if every second of waiting were torture.

the kisses were deep and dense. you both grumbled and gasped against each other's mouths, a duel of tongues and teeth taking place. when you sucked his full lower lip, jake felt a snap of urgency. he pulled away just enough to get rid of his jacket and shirt, one piece following the other, revealing the warm skin under the light filtered through the windows. you blushed, eyes trailing down slowly, leading your fingers in an almost experimental way across his six-pack, mapping the defined muscles before looking up to meet him.

the eye contact didn't last long before you went back to kissing in an animalistic and needy way. jake moved his lips down to your slender neck, sucking the skin with controlled strength, leaving reddish marks. his hands slid without haste but with intention, moving down your goosebump-covered arms, squeezing your thin waist and tracing your hips until they found their way under the linen skirt. the rough touch of his fingertips scratching your rounded thighs made your whole body tense.

suddenly, in an agile movement, he reversed positions. jake pulled you onto his lap, feeling the weight of your body on his, and parted his lips when you let out an innocent little moan that seemed to echo inside him, breaking what remained of his last gram of self-control. "fuck, babe, i swear i'm trying... trying so hard to take my time with you, but you're just so hot" he whispered against your shoulder, where the sleeve of your blouse had slipped down.

"it's okay... you don't have to right now... i want it too" his head was about to explode.

"say that again..." he asked, holding your chin and sliding his thumb across your lip.

"i want you."

jake felt an electric current through his own spine at the words, holding the back of your neck firmly and invading your mouth in a messy, lingering tongue kiss. his experienced hands unbuttoned your blouse and pushed the fabric open before helping you take it off immediately reaching for your soft skin, breasts held in the bra decorated with a bow.

he bit his lip before using a single finger to pull the cup down, finding your shy, peaked nipple there. his dark eyes, almost begging, stared at you and you nodded.

he captured the small point and sucked with intent, circling it with his tongue before sucking as if he wanted to draw something from it. he closed his eyes, concentrated on what he was doing, playing with the breast between his lips while one of his hands went to the clasp on your back to open it. when he felt the weight of the breast in his mouth, he became even more invested, hollowing his cheeks as he encompassed even more of the soft flesh around the areola.

when he let go of the nipple, it was red and completely wet, using his index finger to flick it while his mouth already moved toward the other. your low moans and the way your body shivered over his did nothing to help the erection jake had in the confines of his jeans. he bit the tip of the peak when you squeezed his shoulder and adjusted yourself in his lap, practically grinding there. he returned to your lips, but didn't kiss now.

"hmm more…" he asked softly and you swallowed, feeling feverish just looking at him. "w-what?" you asked confused, but furrowed your brow and looked down with a weakened expression when he guided your hips to grind.

"jake..."

"you're going to drive me crazy..." he gasped through gritted teeth.

jake helped you out of the skirt and his eyes stayed fixed on the panties you wore - they had some lace ruffles near the elastic and were completely transparent in the front, betraying how wet you were. "shit... look at this" he moved his hand there, pressing his thumb exactly where it seemed wettest, feeling your nails prick his shoulder. "do you even know what this means?" his eyebrows knit as he looked at you again, leaning his body until his lips were brushing your ear. "your body wants me so much it's preparing you to receive me... isn't that cute?" he licked your lobe.

but he couldn't just fuck you in the damn pickup; he might be whatever he was, but he still thought of your well-being - of the fact that you were virgin and delicate and that putting you against the dashboard while he stretched you with his cock wouldn't be the best of experiences... so the boy smiled wide, turning his head thinking. "have you ever touched yourself?" he questioned, keeping his voice low and engaging, waiting for you to deny it. "not even once? not even in the shower?"

"jake..." you pleaded, embarrassed; god, he really liked how your eyes got low and avoidant when you were cornered. he bit his bottom lip and tucked a strand of your hair that hung behind your ear, running his index finger down your jaw, neck, the space between your breasts... until he was near your lower abdomen.

"i want you to touch yourself for me..." he breathed, an order so soft it sounded like a request.

you stared at him lost, almost as if at a crossroads between accepting quickly and denying for fear of doing it wrong. "sshh, it's okay... i will guide you" and jake was making it so much harder.

your mind knew, even before you did, that it was wrong... he wasn't promised to you, you hadn't prayed together before, the pastor hadn't approved - or didn't know you were seeing each other this way - everything you shouldn't do or give in to... so why were you bringing your hand down there? why were your lips trembling when your fingers felt the moisture of the soaked fabric?

"uh uh... inside the panties" jake corrected, pulling the elastic of the undergarment so you could slide your hand inside. "describe what you're feeling for me..."

pressing your lips together, wavering and closing your eyelids trying to concentrate, your fingers wandered through your folds, feeling them slippery. there was the entrance, where a portion of lubrication literally wet your phalanges, and when it moved up... right there, hidden and sensitive, was your point of nerves, pulsing. "say it, baby..." jake implored, pressing his forehead to yours.

"i-it's soft... and squishy. and it's so hot, jake... please..." your eyes met his closely now. he gave a breathy smile.

"do you feel that spot?" he asked, ignoring your plea for help.

“y-yes"

"good... rub it for me... slowly" he almost whispered, pulling away from you again and looking down. if the sight of your flushed cheeks, peaked nipples, and contracting stomach didn't make him come in his own pants, he would be fine.

jake noticed when your posture became more restless, when your hips began to involuntarily seek more pressure. "now slide your fingers down slowly... it's so messy, right? you're a messy girl..." he said, his raspy voice being the only thread keeping you connected to reality. "try to put a finger inside."

as soon as the digit slipped into the damp slit, a loud, labored moan escaped your lips. in the next minute, the weight of reality crashed down on you; shame hit you like a punch and you tried to stop, withdrawing your hand while staring at him with tearful eyes, seeking some kind of exit from a situation so intimate, so embarrassing.

"did i say to stop?" his tone changed, becoming firmer, almost authoritative, clicking his tongue and letting a sliver of his impatience show through. before you could pull away, he grabbed your wrist, keeping your hand exactly where it was, preventing your escape. the eye contact was intense, unbreakable. "try putting a second one in..." he suggested, his voice laced with a risk that made your heart race wildly.

you pouted, feeling the unusual fullness, and slowly shook your head, your voice failing as you said it wouldn't fit, that it was too much for you... jake let out a low sss, throbbing inside his underwear. "that's because you're so tight, my love" he whispered against your ear. "go back to rubbing your little clit... a bit more strength now, hm? i promise it'll be good..." he ordered and, almost instantaneously, you obeyed.

the speed with which you followed the command, despite the shame and previous hesitation, made jake's blood boil. fuck, - like a trained little bitch, he thought - dark eyes fixed on the scene of your hand moving under his words. it was, without a doubt, one of the best things he had ever witnessed.

jake leaned over and once again captured one of your stiff peaks in his mouth, sucking noisily while his other hand squeezed the neglected one. you, on the other hand, strove to follow his orders, feeling your body react in a completely new way as you used two fingers to excite your clitoris, brushing your palm slightly against your pubis; which caused a soft, prickly sensation.

your eyes rolled back and your hips moved again by impulse, making the boy attentive as he purposefully raised his hips higher, letting not only the pressure of your fingers hit you, but also the firm elevation he had there.

the contained moans from before filled the pickup, becoming more drawn out, less controlled, and jake knew you would come at any moment... you were going to come from masturbating and grinding against him, holy shit. and when your small body spasmed several times in a row, jake let go of your breast and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand out of your panties, hearing an audible groan from you. your erratic hips took a moment to stop, almost as if your arousal was enough to make them move alone.

you looked at him with literal tears in your eyes, puffing your cheeks slightly and grunting at the slightest movement.

"aawn... don't make that face. i know, i know... sshh" he hugged you slowly, stroking your hair and your back before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "you were so good to me...", and the words of affirmation were somehow enough to appease a void you had felt for a long time, making you sob as you nodded, allowing yourself to sink into his embrace.

***

living around jake was consuming you. it was a slow, silent process, like a tide that rises without warning until the sand beneath your feet completely disappears. he occupied you in such a way that your thoughts orbited the idea of him almost twenty-four hours a day; the memory of how he teased you, of how he left you waiting on the edge of something you didn't yet fully understand.

and in the quiet of your room, you thought that maybe he was right. maybe the guilt was yours for still being a virgin, for being this burden of glass he had to carry so carefully.

gradually, the pillars that supported your life began to give way. principles that were once non-negotiable now felt like clothes that no longer fit. at work, your attention wandered; in the church youth groups, the sacred vocabulary felt strange in your mouth. sunday services became short, rushed, while the time you spent alone, discovering your own body, increased.

you prayed less and touched yourself more. dreams became vivid, dense, and you woke up sweaty and aroused more often than you could - or wanted to - remember.

the pastor was the first to notice the spark in your eyes. then came the others. marie, your boss, commented on the change while you hummed, without realizing, a melody you had heard in his car during a drive. "you've been cheerful... different," marie said with a half-smile. although your body stiffened for a millisecond, you turned and smiled, nodding. "oh... what is it then? a boy?"

you felt the blood rush to your cheeks, but the answer came with a clarity that surprised you. "he's not a boy."

jake was a man, an idea, a new doctrine that you embraced with the same blind devotion with which you had worshiped god and the holy spirit all those years.

but the ecstasy didn't last forever.

on a thursday afternoon, upon arriving from work, the expectation of going up to your room and losing yourself in thought was cut like a razor wire. your father was sitting on the stairs, his dark silhouette against the dim light. "dad!" you exclaimed, your heart giving a troubled jolt.

"where did you leave your bible last?"

the direct and raw question tore through the atmosphere. time stopped for a few seconds; the breeze coming through the window seemed to blow out all the candles of your security and the evening sun no longer warmed the room of the townhouse.

"i-i always leave it on the dresser... when we get back from service on sunday... it's always there," you breathed, your voice small, feeling your brow furrow in an instinctive defense.

you should read it every day. without exception.

"right. and have you been talking to god every day?" he turned his head slightly, eyes fixed on yours, making the saliva go down heavy in your throat in an audible gulp.

"yes, dad," you nodded, averting your gaze to the floor.

he stood up. the heavy steps against the wood of the stairs echoed like sentences. a bitter, almost suffocating energy emanated from him as he walked toward you. you closed your eyes, stiffening your shoulders waiting for the impact of the slap you already knew, but it didn't come. instead, he stretched out his arm, taking the object that had been hidden behind him and shoved it against your chest, curling his lips in deep disgust.

"and why was your bible forgotten at church until this morning? can you answer me that?" you looked down. the heavy book, with its dark cover, seemed to burn in contact with your skin, as if the paper were on fire. your lips stayed parted, but no words came out. there was no answer. there was no excuse. "that's what i thought," your father breathed low.

the silence that followed between you and your father wasn't one of peace, but of a suffocating stagnation, where every second seemed to weigh pounds on your shoulders. he watched you with a cold pity, the kind the saints reserve for the damned before the pyre. "woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; who put darkness for light, and light for darkness" he quoted, his voice monotonous and deep echoing through the walls of the townhouse. "light cannot be given to the blind, daughter. you are too innocent to understand your own situation, to see the abyss that opened beneath your feet while you smiled."

he paused, lips narrowing into a line.

"he's already gone, for your information. left this morning. the church has been repaired, the bills have been paid... there's nothing for him to do here anyway."

your heart, which had been galloping, simply froze. air refused to pass through your throat, as if your lungs had turned to stone.

"what are you talking about?" you questioned him in a whisper, taking an instinctive step back, the bible still weighing between your fingers like a corpse.

"you know who i'm talking about. don't think you've been sneaky"

you shook your head, a frantic movement. brow furrowed, your mind screaming that it was a lie - not that he knew. damn it if he knew, actually. and before he could finish the sentence or utter any other judgment, you spun on your heels and rushed out of the house. the bible fell somewhere on the front lawn and your legs moved restlessly. you crossed the yard, invaded the street ignoring the cars and the asphalt under your feet, hurriedly crossing to the church grounds.

your lungs burned when you reached the small cabin in the back. in the last few weeks, jake had transformed that place. he had built a table with his own hands, installed lights that made the environment cozy, put up posters that spoke of a world you only knew through his eyes. there were shelves full of books and a closet... the closet he filled with his jackets.

but when you flung the small door open, the emptiness hit you like a physical punch.

everything was clean. impersonal. not a single trace of him remained; not a strand of hair, not the smell of mint and leather, nothing. you flipped the lights on frantically, hands trembling as you searched under the perfectly made bed, looking in the corners, on top of the furniture... seeking any sign, a note, a forgotten game token, anything that proved your father was just trying to scare you. you checked the small bathroom and only saw the shower curtains pushed to the corner, the bathtub dry underneath.

the little room held only the parish toolbox, a few boards leaning against the wall, and a small bench. the space he had built to live in had been dismantled as if it had never existed. it was exactly as you had asked in your prayers when you first met him... it was exactly what you had said in the sensitive words you prayed those nights, and now you blamed yourself because, of all your requests, god had chosen that one to fulfill. "n-no...", the crying that was forming, filling your eyes with tears and making your cheeks turn red, broke loose and you sat on the bed that held only the thin mattress.

you brought both hands to your neck as a long, drawn-out, tearful guttural scream left you, feeling your vision blur as tears began to stream down your face. maybe this was the punishment for sinning, for not following the rules, for being a deviant soul... and it hurt so, so much... even when you tried to breathe properly, hunching over with your chest burning and crying even more, copiously.

but suddenly, the pain of loss was replaced by an incandescent rage, something that boiled in your blood and transformed you into someone else, someone irrational and fierce. you stood up and with all the strength you had in your being, you went back breathless to the house, invading the living room where your father was still waiting for you.

you lunged at him like a wounded animal. possessed, you tried to scratch his face, fingers curved into claws. your father grabbed you by the shoulders tightly, trying to contain the explosion of fury emanating from you, a strength you never knew you possessed.

"i hate you! what did you do! you damn man! i hate you!", the words came out choked, yelled.

"you were being consumed by evil! it was for the best!" he growled, his voice trying to overcome your screams and his strong arms holding your thin wrists. you were no longer the obedient daughter. you grunted, the sound coming from deep in your throat, a primitive noise of pain and hate.

"you sent him away! it's your fault! yours!" you screamed, fighting against his grip, the world collapsing while jake was the only thing that could save you.

"look at you, daughter, look at how you are. do you think this is normal? do you think god would approve of something like this?" he questioned, and the mention of divinity only left you more unhinged.

"stop talking about that! i don't care anymore! i hate all of it! i never truly liked it..! god, angels... i don't want any of it anymore! you took everything i wanted! everything! i hate you!", and as the words were uttered, hate gave way to sorrow and your knees buckled, making your body collapse to the floor, hitting your knees on the floorboards.

when the pastor let you go, your wrists fell as if they were heavy, limp sacks beside your hunched body that was still crying, making the drops of salt water wet the wooden floor below you. he was astounded, horrified. your father took a step back, averting his eyes for a few seconds as he himself had difficulty dealing with watery eyes, running his hand over his temple before sighing.

"i feel sorry for you... i fear you are unpunishable... perhaps, there truly is no place for you beside the lord" the bitter words cut his throat before he walked away with long strides.

***

how many days had passed?

three? five? ten?

you didn't know. your room remained the same, the house remained the same, and that was all you had been seeing since then. refusing to go on with your monotonous routine. too guilty to set foot outside the house, afraid of how they would look at you, what they would think, in that damn town of five thousand people.

and you were wrong before; it wasn't jake's presence that corrupted you - your own inner demons did that. you didn't fit salvation either way.

sometimes, your father would come to call you at the door, receiving only the sweet sound of your silence from the other side as an answer. you took your baths and ate when he wasn't around or when you knew he was going to sleep. if you were wrong and if god judged you for it, then so be it... let him watch while you worship your own ruin.

the night was terribly calm.

lying on the floor, staring at the beige ceiling of the room didn't help sleep come any faster. out of muscle memory, you made the sign of the cross over your chest, like someone about to pray, but stopped halfway. who would hear your prayers? when you had decided it was better to die surrounded by the life that pleased you than to care for what should be the purest of vessels for your soul. then you turned to your side, feeling the hard floor beneath you and huffing.

you closed your eyes and tried to count. tried not to think about anything. tried to cover your face with the pillow. but it didn't work.

when the muffled sound of something scratching the glass began, you didn't give it any importance; the wind, a dry branch, or maybe just your mind playing tricks in the middle of exhaustion. but the persistent, sharp, and rhythmic taps like small hailstones cut through the silence until the annoyance overcame the inertia.

you stood up, bare feet feeling the cold floor, and walked to the window where the bluish moonlight bathed the windowsill.

looking down, the world seemed to regain its colors in a single second. jake was there. real, solid, wearing jeans and that flannel shirt that seemed to carry all the comfort your father's townhouse had denied you in recent days. he smiled when he saw you, the arm that had just thrown the last pebble coming down slowly. you opened the glass in a desperate movement, the cold night air invading the room.

"what..?" the whisper came out raspy, loaded with a disbelief that bordered on ecstasy.

"missed me, church girl?" he asked with a smirk, moistening his lips afterward, and your nod was enough to set him in motion.

with agility, he wrapped his hand in an old cloth and climbed the tree trunk beside the house. every movement of his was precise, the strength of his arms lifting him to the second floor until he braced himself on his knee and jumped inside, landing on the carpet with a nasal laugh, narrowly missing the lamp.

you were stunned.

your eyes shone in the dark, fixed on him as if jake were a divine apparition in the midst of your private purgatory. he brushed the dust off his clothes and turned his face slightly, opening his arms in a silent invitation.

he mapped you there: the thin and transparent nightgown that molded your breasts but fell loose over your hips, the rosary of dark beads resting on your exposed collarbones, and your faltering feet.

when you finally took the step forward, he pulled you hard, crushing you against his chest, against the smell of the outdoors and freedom he exhaled. jake noticed the change in your countenance milliseconds before you hid your face in his chest. the emptiness of the last few days tried to turn into crying, but your eyes were dry, exhausted from so much fighting.

"i'm sorry for not writing a note... your father was really demanding when he came to me that day" he said softly against the top of your head, his fingers getting lost in your hair in a protective caress. "was he very hard on you?"

you shook your head against his chest, a quick, almost automatic movement. jake felt the lie vibrate in your body. you really were a terrible liar, but for him, that silence said much more than any words about what you had faced since he was forced to leave.

and the boy pondered before holding your face and pulling you away just so your eyes could meet. "come with me"

your lips parted and you looked down, lost, bringing your thin fingers to the buttons of his shirt. "i don't... i don't deserve you, jake...", your head shook and your laugh was weak, reluctant.

"what is that?" he knit his brows and shook his head, holding your chin and making you look at him again.

"god hates me. he will punish me and punish anyone who tries to help me... and i don't want that for you" your voice came out choked, but he didn't let go, pressing his mouth into a line and hardening his expression.

"i know you might think that now... because that's all you know, but there is nothing to punish you... you didn't do anything wrong" he replied, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "and even if he does... i don't care" he shrugged, running his tongue along his cheek. "i've been punished since the day i was born, i can't worry about one more day". and once again, you realized you didn't know jake sim, or his story, where he came from, or what his past was, but you loved him for what he showed now. "so come with me. we'll move near your college, get a job, and you decide what to do about this" he brought his thumb to the pendant of the necklace, pressing it.

you disentangled yourself from him delicately. took a few steps back and turned around, your bare feet sinking into the carpet as your eyes scanned the room. the bedroom suddenly felt strange; the dull walls, the heavy and impersonal wooden furniture where you had grown up, hidden, and lately, withered away.

a shiver ran down your arms and you hugged yourself, feeling the weight of that decision crush your chest.

jake didn’t leave you alone for long. he approached from behind, steps silent, and wrapped his arms around your waist with that firmness only he possessed. he tucked his face into the curve of your neck, inhaling the soft, natural scent of your skin, as if memorizing your essence. "i promise to take care of you... while you discover the world, the landscapes, the life..." he hissed, his warm breath brushing against your sensitive skin and sending electric jolts down your spine.

and you shrunk slightly against him, a reflex of someone still not used to such unconditional affection. jake smiled against your neck, noticing your gradual surrender.

"let me save you"

the phrase made your heart skip a beat. it ached in a deep way, the kind of pain that tears away what was left of your old identity to make room for something new. you remained still, feeling only the beat of his heart against your back, until you finally nodded. turning to him, a light and trembling smile appeared on your lips.

"yes?" he asked, just to hear the confirmation from you.

jake held you and sealed your lips in a short kiss, but one loaded with a victorious urgency.

"you need to pack your things, we’re leaving today."

"now?" your eyebrows shot up.

"yes, now"

there was no time for hesitation. jake moved through the room with practical efficiency, helping you find a large backpack in the back of your closet and dropping it on the floor with a dull thud. he guided you to choose practical clothes and, especially, something warm to face the biting cold of the road that awaited you both.

while you looked for what to take, he helped gather small fragments of your life - a few photos and personal belongings - which were kept in a small box and carefully tucked into the backpack's outer pocket.

the rest you did alone, in an almost ritualistic silence. you folded each piece of clothing with care, feeling the weight of every choice, while jake settled onto your bed. he stretched out one leg and leaned his torso against the headboard - resting one arm behind his head - watching your every move. his gaze was attentive, calm, but charged with anticipation.

until you stopped...

and you stopped just as you were about to change your clothes... about to slip a sleeve of the nightgown you were wearing off your shoulder. knowing his eyes were on you and that he would watch you undress.

jake licked his lower lip, clicking his jaw slightly, watching you do one side and then the other, very slowly. the fabric slid down your body, pooling around your feet so that all that remained was your underwear. the boy's dark eyes outlined your curves, and it wasn't like he hadn't seen some of them before, but not all at once; never.

you waited, looking over your shoulder, and he understood, standing up and approaching you.

"do you want help?" he whispered, his body so close to your small frame that you felt his heat radiating.

"yes..." you nodded and he bit his lip.

"where do you need my help?" jake questioned, still serene... wanting to know what your real intentions were.

that was when you sought out one of his thick wrists, holding it calmly and guiding his hand to one of your perky breasts, which he palmed as soon as he felt the soft flesh beneath.

jake gave a small smile but composed himself. "you know you tease me when you do these things... don't you?" he asked softly, just leaning forward, making both bodies brush against each other, his mouth close to your earlobe.

"i'm not teasing now" you replied, sounding a bit more decisive.

"know i stopped all the other times, but i wouldn't stop this time..." he warned, trying to catch any hesitation from you, but there was none; you kept holding his wrist there, breathing calmly... he was forced to close his eyes and sigh, restraining himself. "if you really want this, use your words..." he whispered, placing a brief kiss below your ear.

"jake, please..." you began... but it was hard to find the words.

"yes? i'm listening," he wanted to hear it.

"make me yours. completely" your voice came out hoarse.

and he didn't take long to comply with your request, sliding his hand from your breast to your neck, making you turn your face so he could take your mouth in a hungry kiss; saved up since the first day he saw you in the front row of the church pews, waiting for your father to finish his sermons. his lips, full and plump, swallowing and molding yours while he held you beneath your breasts with his other strong arm. jake pulled you, literally dragging your feet across the floor until you were leaning over the dresser.

your mouths broke apart and he flattened his hand against your back, feeling the small bones of your spine and pushing you to bend further.

"bend over f’me..." he commanded, analyzing the angle; the contrast between him still dressed and you exposed making you look smaller and more breakable.

you had your hands on either side of your body and your cheek pressed against the surface of the furniture while your hips remained arched. his large hands went straight to that region, holding firm. "you’re so beautiful..." he leaned over and kissed your hips. how had he held back for so long? "stay still like that"

jake got on his knees right behind you, caressing your soft thighs before wrapping his hands around them carefully.

his long fingers gripped the waistband of your panties, sliding the fabric down slowly until it was pooling at your heels. his eyes followed the movement and went back up, now seeing your sex pressed together, so pink and barely used... he spread your legs apart, watching as your pussy decompressed, feeling his mouth water.

his tongue reached your womanhood next. it was hot, and he licked from bottom to top, catching all the places where you seemed to need him most. you whimpered and tried to lift your torso to look, feeling a stinging slap on one of your butt cheeks.

"is that staying still for you?" the boy asked muffled - making you drop your face until it was pressed against the dresser again - before sinking his tongue into your slit, feeling you getting wetter and wetter.

fingertips wandered over your legs, scratching your skin as if feeling braille, reading you completely, discovering desires and wants you had hidden.

jake opened his mouth wider, latching his pretty lips around your pussy before sucking noisily, making your small folds catch pressure there, leaving your eyes rolling back. you felt so dirty. it was terrible that you liked feeling his mouth on your body so much, terrible that your body responded so well. "j-jake..." you whimpered softly, looking for something to hold onto.

he, however, was more concerned with making you slippery enough. it was about that, wasn't it? about being able to take him when the time came. he knew it was and despite being afraid, you were more curious. when the sim's tongue penetrated your tight cavity, a grunt escaped you, and as soon as jake forced a digit inside as well, your fingers tightened against the corners of the wooden furniture; your knuckles turning white and your toes curling.

he gave a breathy smile, parting his lips as he couldn't keep his thoughts to himself. "look at how you’re squeezing a single finger... fuck, your pussy is going to be so full with my cock" the dirty words echoed low through the room, entering your ears and making you moan more and more. jake began to pump his finger, sliding his tongue down to wrap it around your clitoris meanwhile, playing with the spot like it was candy.

you shook your head - divided between the urge to keep being good or finish losing yourself - trembling and standing on your tiptoes as your muscles tensed. he forced another thick finger into you as the squelches of your entrance grew louder, making you grit your teeth and let out a drawn-out sound. "sshh, you don't want to wake up the preacher, do you?" he mocked, knowing it was almost impossible not to make a sound with the way he was touching you.

and before you could unravel, he stopped, suddenly, standing up and grabbing you by the shoulder to pull your body back and press it against his once more. his mouth traveled over your shoulders, kissing your neck and sucking the skin in visible places now, leaving marks and making your legs weak, needing to double the strength with which he kept you upright.

the boy turned you around and pulled your thighs so you could climb into his lap, walking with you to the bed and tossing you into the center of it.

you watched as jake took off his clothes, biting your lip hard while he deliberately unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants before kicking the garment away. and when he was left only in his underwear... damn, he was marked. the thick outline in the thin fabric making you doubt if he would fit before you looked at him. "speak your mind, little one..." he asked, mischievous, sliding his hands over your thighs as he positioned himself between them.

"w-what if it is too big?" your voice crackled, making him let out a brief chuckle. "then i would have to go slow... until you get used to the size..." he replied, leaning over your body, maintaining a smirk and eye contact, making your heart beat fast and your body burn. your face contorted with shame and your free hand flew to cover his eyes with a muffled grunt. "d-don't look at me like that..." you asked, affected, and he laughed again, enjoying himself.

jake held your wrist and unhurriedly moved your hand away, bringing it to his lips and kissing the whole palm, before holding it firmer and licking slowly, with a flat tongue, staring at you with eyes clouded with desire. "i can't, you're too cute..." he slid his tongue to the softest part of your palm and sucked just as he had done with your cunny earlier, stretching the warm muscle between your digits and passing between them too. when your body softened again, he let go of your hand and stood erect, looking down at you - your hair spread across the sheet, your breathing uneven, folds glistening with the mixture of his saliva and your arousal. "are you ready?" his tone was low and sensual.

you nodded, watching the older boy take his throbbing member out of his underwear. it hit, hard, against his lower abdomen, the veins protruding and the pink head swollen and leaking pre-cum.

he held the base, forcing his cock down and rubbing it against your mound in a provocative back-and-forth. god, you were so small... maybe you really should be afraid.

jake held one of your thighs, forcing your knee back almost near your shoulder, making more room for him, and guided his swollen head to your virgin entrance. "breathe in, baby... relax a bit..." he whispered as he forced his entry there.

jake advanced with agonizing slowness, feeling every millimeter of resistance your body offered. he was focused, his dark eyes fixed on the point where his flesh lost itself in your tight interiors; he watched, almost hypnotized, as the sensitive skin stretched to its limit to accommodate his thickness.

a whimpery gasp escaped the boy's lips. it had been so long since he felt something squeeze him that way, as if every fiber of you were trying to push him out and hug him at the same time.

he hissed softly, a mixture of pain and extreme pleasure, before leaning down again to capture your mouth, muffling the whimpers you let out as you felt the inevitable stretching. you were breathless, your chest rising and falling frantically. your hands, restless and desperate for a point of support, squeezed his arms which pinned you to the bed, your nails scratching the warm skin before sliding down your own breasts, squeezing them in a reflex of agony and ecstasy.

"it's too much...nng i can't!" you protested through gritted teeth, your voice choked.

"of course you can... you're being so good..." he replied, his tone of voice so intoxicating it numbed you.

the compliment made you throw your head back, small tears of pain and effort accumulating in the corner of your eyes as you felt his weight fill every empty space that remained in you. when jake finally buried himself completely, he let out a raspy grunt, biting his own lower lip as a few drops of sweat broke out on his forehead. "fu-ck, you squeeze me so well... so good, my love..." he whispered, his voice failing.

he tried to move his hips, a short and experimental movement, and felt your nails dig hard into his biceps in response to the new surge of sensations. jake stopped for a moment, his face close to yours, seeking your eyes reassuringly. "just breathe, hm? don't think too much..." he started talking to you, his soft voice acting like an anchor in the middle of the storm. "the hardest part is over... can you do this for me?"

the way he asked, turning that surrender into a favor for him, made the pain of being devirginated start to be swallowed by an even greater need: that of satisfying him, of being exactly what he wanted you to be. which made you nod breathlessly and bring your fingers to your swollen clitoris and rub it - in slow circular motions, as he had taught before - closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel bit by bit how the stinging became something more bearable, almost good... "there's my good girl" he said with a little smile after watching the act.

every time you got wetter and less tense, you could feel his cock going deeper and deeper, sliding out and coming back in with jake's full weight in every thrust.

you could even feel your lower abdomen bulging, parting your lips at the sight you had when you looked down to where your bodies met - the large cock, and your small, swollen lips sliding along the length of it. your moans became more spontaneous, and gradually your body began to give small signs it would give in.

jake saw you arch when he thrust harder, felt your nails scratch his back when he laid his body over yours, incredibly deep, making the head of his cock hit your internal wall.

but it was when he buried his face in your neck to suck the flesh and vent some of the pressure he felt, that you looked up.

there, above your bed, the crucifix.

your eyes clouded with growing pleasure and your thoughts far away, no longer able to process the guilt you had carried all that time, not while jake fucked you and made you a woman. this was the moment when you decided to have a new religion, one that began and ended with jake sim.

***

you leaned your head against the glass of the truck, feeling the constant vibration of the engine against your temple as you watched the landscape of your old life being left behind, turning into green and gray blurs. the radio played a soft melody, a sound that filled the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

occasionally, jake took one hand off the steering wheel and squeezed your thigh lightly - a possessive and calm touch, just to make sure you were still awake. you smiled, closing your eyes and feeling that, finally, you were safe.

not far from there, at a roadside station that smelled of diesel oil and burnt coffee, two old men shared a beer at a rustic, worn-out table. between them, an old battery-operated radio crackled, fighting against static to deliver the latest afternoon news.

"- suspect in the murder of four people remains at large" the announcer's voice cut through the hot air. "the suspect goes by the name of jaeyun sim. he has asian features, is approximately five-foot-nine, with brown eyes and hair. he is the primary suspect in the killing of his parents, his fiancée, and a witness at the scene of the crime four months ago. if you have any information call xxx or make an anonymous report".

*

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[guliexe]

oh my fucking god this is amazing (i’ll act like i never read the last part thanks)

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Minjun’s Noona ft. Niki

currently playing Tropical Rain

Just you tonight ; During a warm vacation at Niki’s family home, you find yourself caught between two extremes, the adorable, overly possessive three-year-old Minjun (Niki’s nephew), who has declared you as “his Noona,” and Niki’s relentless teasing and hunger for you. What starts as a lazy afternoon filled with Minjun’s cute jealousy quickly turns into a steamy, risky night as you and Niki sneak moments together while the entire family sleeps just down the hall.

word count; 4.2k

Warning : boyfriend!niki x fem!reader(gf), relationship stable, MDNI (18+), risky semi-public situations, Romance, Fluff + Smut Domestic Comedy, including oral sex ( f ) creampie ( unprotected ) , Reader discretion is advised.

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The lazy afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Niki’s living room, casting a warm golden glow over everything. It was already 4 PM, and the house was quiet except for the soft humming of the air conditioner and the occasional giggle from the little boy in your lap.

Minjun, Niki’s three-year-old nephew, had claimed you as his personal territory for the past hour. He sat comfortably on your thighs, his tiny arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face buried in your chest as if letting go would mean losing you forever.

“Noona… stay,” he mumbled softly, his little fingers clutching your shirt.

You smiled, gently stroking his soft hair. “I’m not going anywhere, Minjunnie.”

But of course, peace never lasted long when Niki was around.

Niki leaned over the back of the couch with a mischievous grin, his sharp eyes sparkling with playful evil. “Yah, Minjun-ah,” he cooed in a sugary voice, reaching out to playfully ruffle the toddler’s hair. “Don’t you think it’s time to share Noona? She’s my guest, you know.”

Minjun’s head snapped up immediately. His chubby cheeks puffed out in anger as he swatted Niki’s hand away with surprising force.

“No!” he shouted, voice cracking with childish fury. “Noona is mine! Go away, Samchon!”

Niki laughed, clearly enjoying the reaction way too much. He reached again, this time pretending to try and lift Minjun off your lap. “But Samchon wants to hug Noona too~ She’s warm and soft, right?”

Minjun’s eyes started glistening with tears. His bottom lip trembled as he clung to you even tighter, burying his face deeper into your chest.

“Nooo! She’s my Noona!” he cried, voice wobbling. “You’re mean, Samchon! I hate you!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, wrapping your arms protectively around the little boy. “Niki, stop bullying him. Can’t you see he’s about to cry?”

Niki smirked, completely unbothered. He rested his chin on the couch cushion, eyes locked on you with that signature teasing glint.

“But look at his face! It’s so fun. Minjun-ah, if you cry, Noona will feel bad and leave you. Then she’ll only play with me.”

That was the final straw.

Minjun lifted his head, cheeks red and eyes watery, but filled with determination. He pointed a tiny finger straight at Niki’s face.

“If you take my Noona… I will… I will hit you! And I won’t share my toys with you ever again!” he declared bravely, even though his voice shook.

Niki burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “Aigoo, so scary! Our Minjunnie is a warrior now.”

You shook your head, amused but also a little sympathetic toward the poor toddler. You kissed the top of Minjun’s head gently.

“Don’t worry, baby. Noona is staying right here with you.”

Minjun sniffled, shooting one last angry glare at his uncle before relaxing in your arms again.

“…Samchon is stupid,” he whispered loudly enough for Niki to hear.

Niki gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Yah! That’s it. I’m stealing Noona tonight.”

Minjun immediately screamed, “NOOO!!” and hugged you like his life depended on it.

You laughed softly, caught in the middle of their adorable little war, secretly enjoying every second of it.

A few hours passed, and the quiet afternoon turned into a lively family gathering. Niki’s parents arrived first, their arms full of food and gifts. Soon after, his older sister showed up with her own little daughter clinging tightly to her mother’s legs, shyly hiding behind her. A couple of Niki’s siblings also came, filling the house with laughter, loud conversations, and the smell of home-cooked dinner.

Minjun refused to leave your side the entire evening, proudly introducing you as “my Noona” to everyone. Niki kept stealing teasing glances at you across the room, his eyes promising trouble later.

By nighttime, the house had finally settled. Everyone was tucked into their rooms, the lights were off, and the only sound was the occasional creak of the old wooden floors.

You were finally alone with Niki in his room, lying on his bed in the darkness. The silly conversations from earlier had faded into soft whispers and lingering touches.

“You were so cute today, getting all jealous over a toddler,” Niki teased quietly, his breath warm against your ear as he pulled you closer.

“Shut up,” you whispered back with a soft laugh. “He’s adorable. Unlike you.”

Niki smirked, his hand sliding under your shirt. “Yeah? Let me show you how not-adorable I can be…”

Before you could reply, he captured your lips in a deep kiss. Things escalated quickly. He tugged your shorts down along with your panties in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. You gasped as he moved lower, settling between your thighs.

“Niki… wait—there are so many people in the house,” you whispered urgently, your voice shaky.

He looked up at you with that dangerous playful glint. “Then you better stay quiet, baby.”

His mouth found you instantly — hot, wet, and relentless. He licked and sucked with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every reaction. Your back arched slightly as a whimper escaped your lips. You bit down hard on your knuckle, trying desperately to stay silent.

“Mmm… fuck, you taste so good,” Niki murmurs against you, his voice low and husky. He didn’t stop, his tongue moving faster, sucking harder on that sensitive spot.

You couldn’t hold back completely. Another soft, needy whimper slipped out, a little louder this time. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

“Niki… ah—slow down…” you breathed, barely audible.

He only hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks through your body. Your thighs trembled around his head as the pleasure built.

Then — without warning — the bedroom door creaked open.

Your heart stopped.

Niki pulled back instantly, just in time, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Thank god the room was pitch dark. He quickly pulled the blanket over both of you.

A small figure stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. It was Minjun in his little dinosaur pajamas, clutching a stuffed toy.

“I heard someone crying…” the toddler said in a tiny, worried voice. “Noona… are you okay? Were you scared?”

You froze, heart pounding wildly. You quickly covered your mouth with both hands, trying to steady your breathing. Your body was still tingling from Niki’s touch.

Niki cleared his throat softly, keeping his voice calm. “Minjun-ah, it’s late. Go back to sleep. Noona is fine.”

Minjun stepped a little closer, squinting into the darkness. “But I heard noises… Was Noona having a bad dream?”

You stayed completely quiet, still covering your mouth, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Niki had to suppress a laugh.

“No bad dreams, buddy,” Niki whispered. “Noona is just… really tired. I’ll take care of her. Go back to bed, okay? Samchon will read you a story tomorrow.”

Minjun hesitated for a second, then nodded slowly. “Okay… Goodnight, Noona. Don’t cry anymore.”

He finally turned and padded away, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

The second the door shut, Niki buried his face in your neck, shaking with silent laughter. your heart was still racing, half from the almost getting caught and half from the lingering heat between your legs.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. “That was too close.”

You lightly smacked his shoulder, still breathless. “This is your fault! You forgot to lock the door, you idiot…”

Niki’s low chuckle vibrated against your neck as he hovered over you again, clearly amused by the whole situation.

“Little cockblocker,” he muttered playfully, lips brushing your skin.

You pushed at his chest lightly, still flushed and breathless. “Lock the door first…” you whispered urgently, your voice barely above a breath. “I swear, Niki, if he comes back again I’m going to die of embarrassment.”

Niki grinned in the darkness, that signature mischievous smirk you could practically feel even without seeing it. “Yes, ma’am.”

He quickly rolled off the bed and padded over to the door. You heard the soft click of the lock turning, followed by the faint sound of him sliding the small chain lock into place for extra safety.

“Happy now?” he teased as he crawled back onto the bed, hovering over you once more. The mattress dipped under his weight. “No more surprise visits from my jealous nephew.”

You nodded, pulling him down by his shirt. “Good. Now finish what you started before someone else decides to wander in.”

Niki’s eyes darkened with desire. “Bossy tonight, aren’t we?” He kissed you deeply, tasting slightly of you, before sliding back down your body. “Don’t worry… I’ll make sure you stay quiet this time.”

He yanked the blanket over his head and settled between your thighs again. His tongue returned with even more hunger — slow, wet strokes followed by firm suction that made your toes curl. You bit your lip hard, but a soft, needy whimper still escaped.

“Shhh,” he hummed against you, the vibration making you tremble. “There are so many people in this house, baby. You don’t want Minjun coming back thinking his Noona is crying again, do you?”

You covered your mouth with your hand, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rolled through you. “Niki… ah— you’re evil…”

He chuckled quietly, licking you even more deliberately, savoring every reaction. “But you love it.”

Your free hand tangled in his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The risk of getting caught again only made everything feel more intense. Every lick, every suck, every quiet little sound he made against your soaked core pushed you closer to the edge.

“Fuck… just like that,” you whispered breathlessly, barely keeping your voice under control.

Niki gripped your thighs, holding you open for him as he devoured you like he’d been starving for it all day.

The pleasure hit you like a wave, crashing hard and sudden. Your thighs clamped around Niki’s head as you came intensely, back arching off the bed. A broken, desperate whimper slipped past your fingers despite your best efforts to stay quiet.

“Niki…!” you gasped, voice hoarse and trembling.

Your whole body shook with the aftershocks, breath coming in short, ragged bursts. You didn’t even give yourself time to recover. The second the strongest wave passed, you sat up slowly, eyes dark with need.

Niki barely had time to lift his head before you pushed him onto his back. Your hands moved quickly, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down in one eager motion, freeing his hard length. It sprang up, heavy and aching.

“Baby—” Niki started, surprised, but his words cut off into a low groan as you leaned down and took him into your mouth without hesitation.

You sucked him deeply, warm and wet, swirling your tongue around the tip before sliding further down. Niki’s hand flew to your hair, fingers threading through it tightly.

“Fuck… just like that,” he whispered, voice strained as he tried to keep quiet. “You’re so greedy tonight.”

You hummed around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of your mouth working him, mixed with his quiet, ragged breathing. You took him as deep as you could, then pulled back to focus on the sensitive head, licking and sucking with messy enthusiasm.

Niki’s head fell back against the pillow, biting his lip hard. “Shit… slow down a little or I’m gonna lose it too fast,” he breathed, but his hand in your hair gently guided you, contradicting his words. “Everyone’s sleeping right down the hall… and you’re sucking me like you don’t care if we get caught.”

You pulled off just enough to whisper against his slick length, voice husky, “You started it… now shut up and enjoy it.”

Then you dove back down, hollowing your cheeks and taking him deeper. Niki’s free hand gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white as he fought to stay silent. A low, guttural groan escaped him anyway.

“You’re so fucking good at this… my perfect girl,” he praised breathlessly, eyes half-lidded in the dark. “Keep going just like that—ahh, yes…”

Your head bobbed steadily, one hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach. The risk of the locked door and the full house only made you more eager, sucking him harder, faster, determined to make him feel as good as he made you.

Niki’s breathing grew heavier, his hips starting to buck up slightly into your mouth. “Baby… if you keep doing that I’m not gonna last…”

You pulled back slightly, your lips glistening as you looked up at him in the dark. Your tongue darted out, licking slowly around the swollen tip of his cock, teasing the sensitive slit. Niki’s breath hitched sharply, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“Fuck… you’re really trying to kill me tonight,” he whispered, voice rough and low.

You gave him a small, naughty smile before wrapping your lips around the head again, sucking gently at first, then taking him deeper. Your hand stroked the base awhile your tongue swirled around him.

Niki’s hips jerked slightly. “Baby… shit, that feels so good.”

You kept your pace steady and wet, hollowing your cheeks every time you slid down. After a few moments, you pulled off just enough to whisper hotly against his throbbing length.

“Cum for me, baby…”

The words sent a visible shiver through him. Niki let out a quiet, broken groan, biting down hard on his lip to stay silent.

“You’re so dirty saying that” he breathed, eyes dark with lust. “You want me to cum in your pretty mouth?”

You answered by sucking him harder, faster, taking him as deep as you could while your hand pumped the rest of his shaft. Your tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his cock with every stroke.

Niki’s breathing became ragged. His abs tensed under your other hand as he fought to keep control.

“Fuck— I’m close… don’t stop,” he whispered desperately. “Just like that, baby. Gonna cum so hard for you…”

You moaned softly around him, the vibration pushing him over the edge. His grip on your hair tightened as his hips stuttered.

“Shit— I’m cumming—”

He came with a low, choked groan, spilling into your mouth in thick pulses. You kept sucking gently through it, swallowing every drop while he trembled beneath you. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

You finally pulled off with a soft pop, licking your lips before crawling up his body. Niki immediately pulled you into a deep, messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against your lips, still breathing hard. “That was so fucking hot.”

You smiled, cuddling against his chest. “We should probably sleep before Minjun decides to come back for round two.”

Niki chuckled quietly, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Door’s locked. You’re all mine tonight.”

You stayed curled against Niki’s chest, both of you still breathing heavily in the dark room. The taste of him was still on your tongue, and the heat between your legs hadn’t faded at all. If anything, it had only grown stronger.

After a moment, you shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone before whispering against his skin.

“M… what if we do it… just quick?”

Niki froze for half a second, then let out a low, surprised chuckle. His hand slid down your back and gripped your ass possessively.

“You’re really testing me tonight, huh?” he murmurs, voice husky. “My whole family is sleeping right down the hall and you want me to fuck you?”

You nodded shyly, hiding your face in his neck. “Just quick… I need you.”

That was all it took.

Niki flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion, settling between your legs. “Fuck, you’re so needy,” he whispered hotly, already lining himself up against your soaked entrance. “Alright, baby. Quick and quiet. Can you handle that?”

You bit your lip and nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He pushed in slowly at first, stretching you open with a deep groan that he quickly muffled against your shoulder. “So fucking wet… all for me.”

Once he bottomed out, he didn’t waste time. His hips started moving in fast, shallow thrusts — hard enough to make the bed creak softly but quiet enough not to wake anyone. You clung to his shoulders, biting down on your own arm to stay silent as pleasure shot through you with every stroke.

“Niki… ah— fuck…” you whimpered quietly, trying so hard to hold back your voice.

“Shhh, baby,” he breathed against your ear, pounding into you quicker. “You wanted it fast, remember? Take it like a good girl.”

His pace was relentless but controlled. Skin slapped quietly against skin under the blanket as he fucked you deep and fast. One of his hands reached between you to rub your clit, making your eyes roll back.

“You feel so good,” he groaned softly. “So tight… squeezing me so perfectly.”

Your nails dug into his back as the pressure built fast. The risk, the quickness, and how badly you both needed it made everything more intense.

“I’m close again—” you gasped, voice barely audible.

“Me too,” Niki panted, thrusting harder. “Cum with me, baby. Cum on my cock.”

A few more deep strokes and you both fell apart. You came hard, burying your face in his neck to muffle your moan. Niki followed right after, burying himself deep inside you with a quiet, shaky groan as he filled you up.

For a moment, you both just breathed heavily, tangled together and sweaty.

Niki kissed your forehead, still inside you. “That was supposed to be quick… but you feel too good,” he whispered with a lazy smile. “Next time I’m taking my time with you.”

After catching your breath for a few minutes, Niki kissed your shoulder and whispered, “We made a mess… let’s clean up before we actually get caught.”

You both quietly slipped out of bed. The house was dead silent as you tiptoed across the room. The second you stepped into the small attached bathroom and closed the door, Niki locked it — but the tension in the air was thicker now. The bathroom felt even more dangerous. Thin walls. Everyone sleeping just down the hallway. One loud sound and the whole house might wake up.

Niki didn’t give you time to think. He spun you around, pressing your front against the cold bathroom sink. You gasped softly as he yanked your oversized shirt up to your waist.

“Hold onto the sink,” he breathed against your ear.

You gripped the edge tightly. Niki lifted your right leg, hooking it over his arm and holding it up high, spreading you open. The position was filthy and risky — you were completely exposed, balanced on one foot while he stood behind you.

He rubbed his hard cock against your slick folds once, then pushed in deep with one smooth thrust. Both of you let out quiet, shaky breaths.

“Fuck… still so wet,” he groaned under his breath, starting to move.

He fucked you from behind in deep, steady strokes, his hips snapping against your ass. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed softly in the small bathroom. You bit your lip hard, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but it felt so intense in this position.

“Niki… slow down—” you whispered breathlessly, but your body betrayed you, pushing back against him.

“Can’t,” he panted, gripping your raised thigh tighter, pounding into you harder. “You feel too fucking good like this.”

Your leg trembled in his hold as he drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. The mirror in front of you was starting to fog up. You could barely keep your moans in.

Suddenly, you turned your head, desperate for him. “Kiss me…”

Niki leaned forward without missing a beat, capturing your lips in a messy, hungry kiss. His tongue slid against yours as he kept fucking you, the angle making him go even deeper. The kiss muffled both of your sounds — wet, desperate, and needy.

You whimpered into his mouth as he thrust faster, his free hand reaching around to rub your clit.

“Quiet, baby,” he whispered against your lips, voice strained. “Unless you want Minjun to come knocking again… or my mom.”

The risky words only turned you on more. You kissed him harder, moaning softly into his mouth as pleasure built rapidly.

Niki’s grip on your leg tightened, his thrusts becoming sharper and deeper. “I’m close again… cum with me.”

A few more hard strokes and you shattered, biting down on his bottom lip to stay silent as your orgasm crashed over you. Niki groaned quietly into the kiss, burying himself deep as he came inside you, filling you up for the second time tonight.

You both stayed like that for a moment — leg still held up, his cock twitching inside you, breathing heavily against each other’s mouths.

Niki finally lowered your leg gently and kissed the back of your neck. “You’re addicted to danger now, huh?” he teased softly, a smirk in his voice.

You smiled weakly, legs still shaking. “Shut up and help me clean up before we get really unlucky…”

The next morning, sunlight peeked through the curtains as you quietly slipped out of Niki’s bedroom, still a little sore and trying to act normal. Your hair was slightly messy, and you were wearing one of Niki’s oversized shirts over your shorts, hoping no one would notice.

You barely took two steps into the hallway when you heard fast little footsteps.

“Noona!”

Minjun came running at full speed in his dinosaur pajamas, his face lighting up the second he saw you. He crashed into your legs, wrapping his tiny arms around you tightly like he’d been waiting all night.

“Noona! You’re awake!” he exclaimed, squeezing you as hard as his little arms could manage. “I missed you. Why did you sleep in Samchon’s room? You should sleep with me!”

Before you could even answer, he pulled back and lifted his arms toward you, making grabby hands.

“Carry me? Pleaseee?” His big round eyes were impossible to resist.

You smiled softly and bent down, lifting him onto your hip. Minjun immediately wrapped his arms around your neck and buried his face in your shoulder, sighing happily.

Niki stepped out of the room behind you, hair messy, smirking when he saw the scene. “Wow, I don’t even get a good morning hug?”

Minjun turned his head and stuck his tongue out at his uncle. “Noona is mine in the morning.”

Niki laughed quietly. “Jealous little guy.”

The three of you walked to the dining area where Niki’s family was already gathered for breakfast. His parents, older sister, and siblings were chatting around the big table filled with rice, grilled fish, soup, and side dishes.

His mom smiled warmly when she saw you carrying Minjun. “Good morning! Did you sleep well, dear?”

You felt your cheeks warm slightly, remembering exactly how little sleep you actually got. “Y-yes, I did. Thank you.”

Minjun refused to let you put him down. He stayed glued to your lap the entire time you sat at the table, even when you tried to reach for food. Every time Niki leaned closer to you or tried to talk to you, Minjun would dramatically hug your neck tighter.

“Samchon, go away,” Minjun mumbled, feeding you a piece of egg with his little spoon. “Noona is eating with me.”

Niki raised an eyebrow, amused. “Yah, Minjun-ah. You’re really declaring war this early in the morning?”

Minjun nodded seriously, cheeks puffed out. “Noona likes me more. Right, Noona?”

You gently stroked his hair, trying not to laugh. “You’re very special to me, Minjunnie.”

That answer seemed to satisfy him for about ten seconds before he looked up at you again with sparkling eyes.

“Tonight,” he declared loudly enough for the whole table to hear, “I want to sleep with Noona. In Noona’s room. Not with stupid Samchon.”

Niki nearly choked on his water. His older sister burst out laughing while his mom looked between all of you, clearly entertained.

“Oh? And why is that?” Niki asked, leaning forward with a teasing grin.

“Because…” Minjun hugged you tighter, “I heard Noona crying last night. She must be scared sleeping with you. So I will protect her and sleep next to her.”

The table went quiet for a second before everyone started laughing. You avoided Niki’s gaze. Niki, on the other hand, was biting his lip to stop himself from laughing too hard.

“Is that so?” Niki said, eyes full of mischief as he looked at you. “You heard her crying, huh?”

You lightly kicked his leg under the table.

Minjun nodded proudly. “Yes. So next time, Noona sleeps with me. Okay?”

His mom chuckled. “Minjunnie is so protective of his Noona.”

You kissed the top of Minjun’s head, still embarrassed but endeared. “We’ll see, baby. Now finish your breakfast.”

Minjun smiled victoriously and continued feeding you, completely unaware of how emmbrass you were.

Niki just smirked at you across the table, mouthing silently We’re definitely locking the door again tonight.

[enhaeil]

✩ ₊˚ making niki take you in backshots as punishment

"please, baby. i wanna see your pretty face," niki pleads for the umpteenth time.

niki will take you however you need him to, but you and him both know he prefers it when you're facing him.

tonight you're denying him of that pleasure, not even straining your neck to spare him a glance.

"m-mm. no riki. take me just like this, since you want to–shit–act out."

his hips slow into deep strokes. he's close and he knows you are too. but he doesn't want to finish like this.

"y/n, i'm sorry. i promise i won't do it again, hm? just let me flip you over, or at least look at me."

you push your hips back into his, chasing your own pleasure, while pretending to still think about it. "what do i get out of it, hm?"

niki almost rolls his eyes, but he knows he's already on thin ice. anymore mishaps you might leave him with blue balls. "the best orgasm of your life," he replies.

you suck your teeth. "fine, riki."

he barely wastes a second before he's flipping you over and manhandling your legs onto his shoulders, damn near folding you in half.

he slips back into you with a moan, finally being able to see that beautiful face he's fallen in love with.

"f-fuck baby. you look sooo good." he groans, hips pounding into you. you clench at the praise, moans starting to flow out as he repeatedly hits that spot inside of you.

his eyes never leave your face, every reaction and twitch going straight to his dick. and then you make a face he knows all too well.

"you close, baby?" he grunts, trying to keep up his pace.

"yes, please– don't stop." now you're the one pleading. he could be mean. he could deny you of a sweet release like you did him, but at this point he needed to see you cum more than you needed to feel it.

"cum on this dick, y/n, give it to me. fuck–"

like a rubber band, you snap, legs shaking as you clench around him, his release following soon after.

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a/n: i literally wrote this all in one go idk i got bored. anyways i think he would genuinely like to be all up in ur face during sex so . yea

[bxbybluelove-x]

such a gentleman, l.hs.

wc: 4.5k | heeseung x reader | smut(mdni)

synopsis : you can’t take heeseung’s fake gentleman act anymore and finally confront him. unfortunately, it doesn't go quite as you expected as he retorts it against you.

( toxic situationship, dom!heeseung who’s lowkey a dick, kinda bratty sub!reader, mentions of alcohol and smoking, size kink lowkey, petnames, name calling (slut), fingers in mouth, oral f and m receiving, spanking, hair pulling, p in v (unprotected), praise and degradation, teasing!! )

check out my other drabble here!

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You didn’t really know what you would call you and Heeseung.

Fuck buddies? Friends? In a relationship? (probably not)

You just knew that you wanted him now. As you sat next to him at dinner, surrounded by all your friends. You couldn’t help yourself from looking at the way his blonde hair fell just above his eyes, how he listened attentively to whoever was speaking, not interrupting, or how his leg kept twitching under the table, in the way he always does when he can’t stay still.

You fought the urge not to rest your hand on his knee, not knowing the boundaries that could be crossed in front of your shared friends. 

You also told yourself that was the reason he had barely acknowledged you during the dinner, except for when you arrived and his eyes raked over your body.

He was aware of this. It was kinda hard to miss with how you kept sipping on your wine glass and how your heel “accidentally” nudged on his shoe.

It didn’t bother him though, you looked hot and he wanted to take you home after this. Especially when he thought of last time, you kneeled down in front of him with your eyes watering and your mouth full of his cock.

As he noticed people getting more distracted in conversations, he placed his hand over your thigh.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, flashing that pretty smile.

You turned to him and your eyes flicked down to his hand. “Yea” you replied, trying to seem as normal as possible.

He nodded and his thumb started tracing circles, higher and higher, as he watched your eyes dart between him and your friends. 

“You look pretty,” he whispered, leaning closer. He always knew what to say to make you melt. 

You smiled and rolled your eyes, slightly embarrassed.

It was probably a combination of the fact that you were, well, surrounded by people, but also the recollection of the last encounter, that was followed by 2 weeks of radio silence by the both of you. 

He looked down to where his hand reached the edge of your skirt.

“Heeseung,” you warned. He smirked at the sight of your doe eyes, and then dropped his hand, turning his attention back to his meal. You let out a breath you were subconsciously holding. He was so fucking frustrating.

The worst part was his kindness. He would never leave you shivering and always offered his jacket, always complimented you even when you had no makeup on and your hair was a mess, always carried you when you were drunk, paid for you, held your bags. 

But at the end of the day, he acted that way with everyone. All of your girlfriends could testify that he was a gentleman and you had always loved that when you were just friends but now, you wanted him to yourself. Despite how much you hated admitting this, it bothered you to see him treat every girl the same. Like you were nothing special, like you were just the one who had foolishly let him in your pants.

You thought this as you watched him help a girl shell her lobster and you threw more wine back. 

Well, you for sure were the only one at that table that knew the sounds he made when he was about to come, or the feeling of his hands cupping your face when he kissed you. Or how his tongue- fuck. You just spilled some wine over your thighs. Real classy.

“Shit.” you muttered and Heeseung turned his attention from the conversation happening at the other end of the table to you. His eyes dropped down and then back up. 

You were tipsy. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes slightly watery and you had a stupid smile planted across your face as you dried your thighs off with a napkin.

“Y/n.”

You glanced up and saw Heeseung looking at you.

“What?”

He said nothing and took the napkin from you to help you.

“Let me take you to the bathroom.” he said as he gently grabbed your arm.

There he goes; the gentleman act, the “taking care of you when you’re drunk” act, 

you thought to yourself as he excused you and led you out the table to the bathroom.

“I’m fine” you said as you pulled your arm back and rested your back against the wall. He just looked at you.

“I think you’re a little drunk y/n” he chuckled and wet a paper towel under the sink.

“Sure. You’d like that” your voice came out a lot more unsure than you’d intended it. 

“What does that mean?” he asked as he leaned down and put his hand on your hip to clean your thighs. As you looked down you kinda forgot what you were gonna say.

“Dunno.”

He chuckled and rose back up. Then he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you wish you could say you pulled away. But you kissed him.

He kissed you back, smiling, and put his thumb on your chin, pulling down gently to slip his tongue in between your lips. He guided your head back against the wall and stepped between your thighs until you could feel the bulge against his jeans. 

You put your hands behind his neck and he pulled you closer by your hips, not interrupting the sudden make-out session against the restaurant bathroom wall.

“Fuck baby, missed you,” he panted against your neck, trailing kisses from there to your collarbone. You felt the heat pooling in your underwear and tugged on his hair to continue kissing him. He smiled as your lips met, tasting the wine on your breath. He pressed one last soft kiss to your lips and pulled away, running a hand through his now messed-up hair. 

He fixed it in the mirror and when he noticed you staring: “You okay?”

You pushed off the wall. “I’m fine.” you said, as if you had something to prove and tried to walk as straight as you could to the sink. 

“Hey” he said in that soft, concerned voice that always made your knees weak. He turned you towards him as he searched your eyes. 

“You sure?” he asked and your eyes widened slightly.

Suddenly someone came in and he stepped back, clearing his throat.

He said nothing more as he left the bathroom.

Later, you were outside the restaurant, smoking a cigarette. You love this weather; the phase when summer is just starting and every evening after sunset you can enjoy the light breeze flowing through your hair and the glow of the sun beginning to soften. You think this moment could stretch out forever by how peaceful you feel. 

“Hey” he approaches and wordlessly asks for a drag. You pass it to him, watching how he exhales the smoke out of his mouth.

“Sorry about..you know” he adds after a while, passing the cigarette back to you as he searches your eyes.

You take it and go back to watching the scene of kids playing soccer unfold in the park in front of you.

“No, I don’t know,” you reply.

“Y/n.” he stares at you and sighs. “I mean about what happened two weeks ago. I should’ve called.”

You watch the group of kids cheer and hug each other as they finally win the game.

“Are you listening to me?”

You turn to him, flicking the cigarette away.

“Yea, you should’ve called,” you shrug.

After a few moments of silence you add “But I didn’t either so I guess it’s okay.”

He offers you a soft smile. “I don’t want to ruin this friendship.” 

You look up at him.

“But I think it’s been really good.”

You giggle at that.

“What? Why are you laughing?” he chuckles too.

“It’s been good?” 

“Yea- I mean- what we’ve been doing,” he shrugs “I think you enjoy it too.”

You roll your eyes as you remember him making you come twice last time, one on his fingers, one on his cock. He wasn’t wrong.

“Come home with me tonight,” he suggests.

You stay silent for a moment and then nod.

“You aren’t too drunk right?”

You laugh at that and hit his arm. “Hey! I was just a little tipsy. Besides, is sex the only thing you care about?”

He stays silent for a moment before going, “Well..why do you think I’m inviting you over, for a movie?”

You stare at him, processing. “Yea, I know, I was joking.” you add softly.

Fuck, he could at least pretend those aren’t his only intentions. Dickhead.

You should tell him to go to hell and go back home to your cats.

But you don’t.

He leads you into his apartment, hand resting on your lower back. 

You don’t know if it’s the shitty response he gave you earlier, or how he made you walk in opposite directions to the car so your friends wouldn't notice but you were feeling incredibly frustrated.

He sits you down on the couch, helping you take your heels off.

Maybe the frustration was more anger at yourself that despite this, you still wanted him.

“I can do it myself.” you push his hand away

He looks up at you

“Y/n.” nothing. “Baby” 

You stop and look at him.

“Will you let me help?”

You roll your eyes but let him.

“Such a gentleman. Do you do this to all girls you take home?” you mock and tilt his chin up to you as you look down at him.

His eyebrows furrow in frustration and he pulls away.

“There.” he takes your heels off and stands up, towering over you.

You say nothing and look down at your feet.

“You’re welcome” he adds.

You scoff.

“Do you have a problem y/n?” he asks, running a hand though his hair as he already gets impatient.

“I don’t know, do I?” you look up at him and try to ignore that familiar heat in between your legs at his intense gaze.

“Spit it out. I’m not a mind reader”

Your eyes narrow as you look at each other.

“Are you really that embarrassed of me?”

“What-”

“It’s like if our friends even had a sliver of doubt that we’re-” you sigh, trying to find the right word, “well-fucking, it’d be the worst public humiliation of all time.” You get up and he steps back, as you walk to the kitchen to get some water.

“Here we go,” he mutters.

“I mean, how do you think that makes me feel?” you slam the fridge shut. “You’ve basically been with a different girl every weekend since I’ve known you and you’ve never had any problem informing others but when it’s me it’s a problem? ” You say as you pour it in your cup. “Okay” you scoff and drink.

He’s watching you attentively. Of course it’s a fucking problem when it’s you ‘cause he actually cares about you and doesn’t want to ruin your reputation in the group. But he doesn’t say that.

“It’s like ever since this has started I’m just some sex object to you. Did you even talk to me tonight after 2 weeks of silence if not to ask me to come over here?” you cross your arms as you look at him from across his kitchen.

It’s honestly ironic to him. How you’re yelling at him for being a hedonist when you’ve done nothing but flirt with him the whole night in that ridiculously short skirt.

“-and you know what pisses me off the most?” you continue. “The fact that you still act like you’re this– gentleman when all you do is flirt with every single girl you lay eyes on. I mean did you actually want to fuck me or do you just find me easy?” you rant as you run your hand through your hair.

Actually wanted to fuck you. He thinks to himself.

“Like with Lydia- when you literally shelled her lobster for her, I mean come on,” you scoff and chuckle to yourself.

“There basically isn’t any difference between how you treat me and any other of your female friends.”

He was getting ticked off. It wasn't hard to tell. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowed and he was looking at you with that dark gaze that gives you tingles.

“Are you done?” he simply asks.

“..yea” you replied, arms crossed.

“Good, cause lets not pretend you weren’t looking at me the whole night like you wanted me to take you back here and fuck the shit out of you.”

“I- Excuse you?”

“You heard me baby. Don’t act all innocent when that skirt barely covers your ass and every single man in that restaurant was looking.”

You scoff and wave your hand in the air, exasperated. “Fuck you.”

He walks around the table and towards you as you look back, crossing your arms.

His eyes dart down to your low-cut top and your tits almost spilling out of it, as if proving his point. 

You notice and scoff, barely walking past him before he grabs your wrist and pulls you right back in front of him. 

“Don’t run away.”

“Well what do you want me to do?” you snap back. 

His jaw clenches. You can tell he’s holding back.

He looks at you for what feels like an eternity before chuckling. 

“Nothing. If im such a dickhead then leave. I don’t wanna force you to be here okay? I’ll take you home.”

You look at him surprised as he starts getting his keys. 

“Heeseung” 

You stop him and look up.

“Look I’m sorry, okay? I’m–it’s just frustrating.”

He says nothing, waiting for you to continue.

“I hate how you act around others.”

“Well we’re not around others right now are we?” he asks, stepping closer.

You say nothing and let him step closer, suddenly feeling hot.

He tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him. The height difference always turned you on. 

“Want me to apologize?”

You say nothing, suddenly feeling small under his touch. 

His fingers trail along your side and you shiver.

“Want me to take you home and pretend this never happened? Hm?”

You shake your head, hesitant.

Thats what I fucking thought.

“I don’t wanna go” you pout slightly, suddenly wanting his attention badly, after your growing ache was neglected the whole night.

His fingers stop at your waist and he pulls you closer.

“Then stop fucking talking for two seconds” his jaw clenches as he watches your frown deepen, acting all innocent as if you’re not dripping into your panties.

“And stop looking at me like that” he looks down at your lips

He smooths his thumb over your frown and when that does nothing: “Stop pouting or I swear to god-” 

You open your mouth and he swallows.

“Y/n..” he warns and his eyes narrow as he watches your small mouth open in obedience, he pushes his thumb in and you suck on it. He groans at the sight

He pulls it out and immediately replaces it with his lips, kissing you passionately. You put your hand in his belt loop to pull him closer and he grips onto your hips, trying to stop himself from grinding against you. You bite his lower lip and he curses into your mouth. He grabs your hands and pins them to the wall as his mouth works over your neck.

“Heeseung-” you whine as you push your hips forward

“Stay fucking still.” He bites down and sucks on your neck.

“Better? Now everyone can see you’re taken.”

You whine and he sucks more marks into your skin.

He pulls away to kiss you, surprisingly soft, as he lets go of your hands to pull your top off.

You let him and he looks at you in awe before sucking and kissing at your chest. You run your fingers through his hair and tug. 

“You’re so impatient” he smirks against your nipple before continuing to circle it with his tongue. You’re just arching embarrassingly into him, before he kneels down and kisses down your stomach.  

It's incredible how even knelt down he still arrives at your belly button.

He pulls your skirt up and buries his face in your panties, feeling how soaked you are.

“God you’re such a slut” to which you gasp and whine helplessly.

He pulls your panties down your legs, suddenly acting like he has all the time in the world as he presses a kiss over each fold before pulling your thigh over his shoulder and spreading your pussy out for him.

“Heeseung..”

“Acting all annoyed, dicking at me for half an hour over stupid shit when you’re here dripping, hm? Why do you do this to yourself baby?” He licks a stripe from your hole to your clit and sucks, hard.

You cry out.

“You could have a good boyfriend, who treats you right, takes you out, listens to all your stupid rants,” he collects your slick with his fingers and sucks them into his mouth.

“But here you are.” you make the mistake of looking down at him. 

How can he have this much power over you when he’s the one knelt down, with his face in between your legs?

He pulls your thigh higher against his shoulder and dives back in, licking and sucking like he’s addicted to you.

“F-fuck H-heeseung–oh my god” you moan as your head tilts back against the wall and you feel him smile against your pussy.

“You’re so loud” he comments, making you heat up and swallow your moans. He grips onto your hips, holding you close so he can lick firm, precise stripes up and down your pussy, occasionally sucking and bumping his nose with your clit.

You can’t help it as you cry out and tug on his hair when he suddenly plunges his digits into your pussy. You know your legs would probably give out right now if he wasn’t holding you up and that notion just turns you on even more.

“Fuck y/n.. you’re so wet” he plunges his fingers even deeper, causing you to grind your hips against them, trying to find release.

He pulls them out, despite your whimpering, and sucks them clean.

“Not yet.”

You look down, eyes filled with tears as you try to compose yourself.

He doesn’t say anything, just smirks, like your face speaks for itself.

In the bedroom he pushes you against the door as he kisses you like he’s trying to suffocate, and you think he might be by how he smiles in satisfaction when you pull away to breathe. 

He leans down to kiss you again before biting your lower lip and tugging on it. You moan at the sting and hit his shoulder. He lets go and hovers over your lips.

“Did you just hit me?” his calm, confident gaze burns into you.

You swallow.

“Hm.”

He just gives you a knowing look, like subtly telling you you’re going to regret that later on.

You know he’s being a dick, but your body isn't cooperating with your mind as you get the overwhelming feeling to make him feel good.

You say nothing and kneel down. His breath catches.

You undo his pants and pull them down, as you don’t break eye contact.

“... what are you doing?” he runs a hand though your hair as he looks at you, conflicted.

“What do you think?” 

“You really don't have to– fuck” you press your lips against his clothed dick, sucking as the only thing that seperates you from his skin is the thin layer of his cotton boxers.

You pull away, pouting slightly. 

“You don’t want me to?” His eyes widen slightly and he cups your face.

“No no no no baby it’s not that I don't want it- it’s just- I don't want you to feel forced-”

You pull away from his touch, smirking. “I want to.”

You pull his boxers down, moaning at the sight of his dick and his brain short circuits. “Fuck. Okay-”

You wrap your lips around the tip first, earning a shaky moan from him. You whine and suck as he tightens the grip on your hair, making you take more. He groans at the vibration.

You look up at him and the way his head falls back as you suck harder. 

Your eyes clam shut as you take his dick deeper in your mouth, and he tenses.

“S-shit” you try to push deeper but end up gagging around his thick length.

He groans and pulls you off by your hair.

“For fuck’s sake y/n would you slow down?” 

You try to take him again but he holds you back by your hair. You look up at him, a quiet exchange of looks between you two in which neither of you backs down.

“Y/n. God-” he groans and you suck the tip again, swirling your tongue over it.

Then you wrap your hand around the thick portion of his cock that isn’t in your mouth and start stroking, taking in his groans. 

“Fuck–you’re being so good” he moans and thrusts his hips forward, making you rub your thighs together, trying to find some relief for your aching need.

He notices this and tugs on your hair, making you pull off.

You look up and he grins at the sight of your doe eyes.

“Is my baby getting needy?” 

You feel your face heat up and nod. He has you under some sort of spell you can’t break and you don’t even realize what’s happening as he slips two fingers in your mouth and makes you suck.

You don’t stop till he pulls out and caresses your cheek.

“Heeseung..” your breath is shaky, your chest rising and falling. You know you look soo pathetic right now.

To him, he’s never seen a sight so beautiful. 

“I want you to ride me.”

You crawl on top of him and he smooths his hand over your body until he reaches your clit and rubs circles on it with his thumb as his middle finger runs over your hole, gathering your wetness

“Baby-you’re soaked” he groans.

“Just from sucking my dick?” 

“Also from that fucking orgasm that you took away earlier.” you drop your seeping cunt on the base of his dick and grind up and down.

He moans. “Right. I’ve been neglecting you, hm?” his hands settle on your hips, slowing you down. “Bet you’re gonna come as soon as I get the tip inside.”

You look at him, exasperated.

“Maybe I shouldn’t,” he grins.

“Maybe I should just let you grind until you cry from frustration.” he holds your hips still.

“Heeseung..” you lean down so you can beg in his ear.

“Please baby...it hurts” you whine softly.

He grins in satisfaction and lightly kisses your neck.

“Mhmm, so you’re not mad anymore?” he tilts your chin so you’re face to face with him, your bodies pressed together.

“No- fuck–” you lean down to kiss him but he holds you back.

“That’s what I thought. Fucking whining for an hour over nothing.” he smacks your ass and you moan, your head dipping down to his shoulder.

“Go on then, ride me. Show me how much you need it.”

You really hated him right now. You hated how he talked to you.

But you craved him so bad.

So with teary eyes from all his teasing you sat up and lined his cock with your entrance. He watched you as his hands gripped your waist, not helping you in the slightest.

You sank down and moaned, your hands on his chest for support.

“Oh my god,” he was the perfect fit. Not too big but big enough to hit the spot as you weakly lifted your hips and sank back down again.

You whimpered at the feeling and he started rubbing firm circles on your clit.

“Come on baby, you can take it.” he urged you to move faster, thrusting up and making you shudder. All it took was another thrust from him.

“Heeseung-” it was too late as you moaned out his name and convulsed around him, grinding up and down and clenching impossibly around his dick.

“Fuck- fuck- fuck-” you whined, eyes shut.

He looked up at you, in disbelief at how fucking perfect you were and how right he was when he said you’d come immediately.

Your movements came to a halt and you opened your eyes.

“I fucking knew it.” he said as he rubbed circles on your clit, and you whined in overstimulation.

You looked down at him and pulled his hand away, already ready for his insults.

“You’re so fucking sensitive. 5 seconds on my cock and you’re already coming,” despite his mean words he’s pulling you down against his chest and caressing your hair.

“It’s okay baby. Don’t worry.” he kisses your neck and his hands drop to your hips.

He’s still inside you and throbbing. He thrusts up and you gasp, holding onto him.

“You can take it, right?” you nod in response.

“Good girl.” he feels you clench around him and groans, thrusting back up.

“You’re so tight-fuck” he moans as you grind back.

“Think you can ride me princess? Come on,” he kisses your neck and you nod as you sit back up. You feel your stomach flutter as you catch his intense gaze.

He’s in the midst of realizing he’s an idiot for thinking he wouldn’t catch feelings.

“Nice and slow.” he groans as he picks your hips up and helps you rise and fall back on his dick.

He’s basically doing all the work but he doesn’t mind.

You moan as you pick up the pace and you watch his eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Fuck-” you whine and dig your nails into his chest as you ride him.

“Sh-shit come here.” he sits up slightly so he’s closer and immediately takes your boob in his mouth. You arch and don’t stop riding him as he pulls you up and down his cock.

He sucks all over your chest and neck, trying to stifle his groans.

He speeds up and captures your mouth in a passionate and hungry kiss.

“I’m so close- fuck y/n” 

You relish in his grunts as you bounce up and down and throw your head back.

His fingers find you clit and rub urgently.

“Wanna feel you come--fuck,” 

You whine as you get closer and closer and he digs his fingers into your hip.

You look down and the look he’s giving you is enough to push you over the edge. He thrusts up violently into you and pulls you flush against his chest so he can fill you up completely.

In the midst of your moans you hear him groan in your ear: 

“F-fuck that’s my baby. All mine. All mine.” 

You lift your hips weakly as you watch his cum leak out of you. You say nothing as you flop down beside him, spent.

“Go to sleep. You’re exhausted.” he says as he moves some strands of hair from your face.

You just smile as his words from earlier repeat in your head.

“All mine. All mine.”

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[stangiyuuu]

So loud ₊⊹ s.jy

My take on this post by @lv3jkey

And a little sprinkle of this chapter from a fic on Wattpad

Basically, you ride a very nerdy and vocal Jake while wearing his glasses

Pair: subby!nerd!jake x dom!reader

Warnings: a lot of dih hoppin

Word count: 2K

Too lazy to make this look nice and too lazy to proofread

“Mmngh fuck…” Jake lets out a broken whine, biting hard into his lower lip as his head falls back against the headboard. His eyes squeeze shut, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, every inch of him trembling underneath you.

Why is he like this you may ask?

Because of you.

One of his closet friends, the one he’s been helplessly crush on for months, is currently riding him like there’s no tomorrow.

And honestly? Jake thinks he might actually die from how good it feels.

You weren't even supposed to end up here. The plan was simple: calculus homework in his dorm, complain about derivatives for an hour, maybe order greasy takeout afterward. That was it.

But then your knee brushed his under the desk.

Then your hand lingered too long when you passed him a pencil.

Then he laughed at one of your stupid jokes and looked at you for just a second too long, cheeks pink and eyes soft behind his glasses.

And then somehow you were kissing him.

Now you're on his bed in his shared dorm room, surrounded by faded band posters, psychic diagrams thumbtacked crookedly onto the wall, and stacks of math textbooks lined neatly beside his desk. The room smells faintly like detergent, paper, and him. Warm. Comforting.

Jake can barely process any of it.

Especially not with the way you're slowly sinking down onto him again.

A loud, wet clap fills the room and Jake gasps sharply, fingers digging into your waist hard enough to leave marks. "Holy-fuck," he chokes out, eyes flying open to watch where your bodies meet.

The sight nearly ruins him.

You above him, hair messy, lips swollen from kissing him, chest rising with every shaky breath.

Jake’s not a virgin, no, but with how long he’s gotten his dick touched, he might as well be considered one.

The curve of your body in the dim dorm lighting looks unreal, like something his brain made up to torture him.

Watching you settle yourself on him earlier had already almost made him cum immediately.

The way you'd grabbed his shoulders for balance, biting your lip as you slowly lowered yourself into his lap—

God.

Jake's pretty sure that image is burned permanently into his brain.

His hands slide up your sides now, hesitant at first, almost reverent. Like he can't believe he's actually allowed to touch you like this. His fingertips brush beneath your shirt, skimming over warm skin before grazing your nipples accidentally.

His breath catches.

Gosh, you have nice tits.

Every roll of your hips earns a soft gasp or a bitten-off moan from him. He bucks his hips shallowly to meet you, his head rolling back against the cushions. “You’re… incredible,” he chokes out, pupils blown wide. “Don’t… stop.” His eyes flutter shut as he surrenders control.

You can feel how tense he is beneath your hands.

How badly he wants to touch you but keeps holding himself back, like he's scared of doing something wrong.

"Jake," you murmur, leaning down closer, "you don't have to be gentle."

Your fingers wrap around his wrists, guiding his hands lower until they settle on the swell of your ass.

"You can touch me. Guide me how you want."

A small, punched-out sound escapes him. His glasses slip low on his nose. His fingers flex, kneading hesitantly at your skin. He bites his lower lip, his wide-eyed gaze locked on yours.

“Oh,” he breathes, the word full of stunned, giddy understanding. “Here.”

You nod once.

That's all the permission he needs.

His grip tightens immediately, more confident this time, kneading at your ass while he helps pull you down harder onto him. Jake moans openly at the feeling, head falling back against the headboard with a dull thud.

"There," he whimpers. "God, there-"

You brace your hands against his broad shoulders as his rhythm starts matching yours. Every thrust upward makes your breath hitch. The room fills with the messy sounds of skin slapping together, quiet curses, and Jake's embarrassingly pretty moans.

His gaze is locked on yours, pupils blown wide with a mix of shock and obedience. "This is—" he starts, but the words get swallowed in a throaty whimper as he pulls you closer. "Is this... okay? I just—I really need to feel you."

"Yeah, Jakey," you tease softly, reaching into his curls and messing them up even more. "You're doing amazing."

The nickname nearly kills him.

Jake's eyes snap back to yours, dark and blown wide with want. He looks wrecked already—hair sticking up everywhere, lips red and bitten raw, glasses fogging from the heat between you both.

And still he keeps looking at you like you hung the stars.

His gaze drifts lower unconsciously, following the bounce of your chest with every movement. His mouth parts slightly.

"God," he breathes, almost dazed. "You're beautiful."

The words tumble out before he can stop them.

Not rehearsed. Not smooth.

Just honest.

“You think I’m pretty?”

Jake blushes immediately afterward, crimson spreading all the way down his neck. "I-yeah, I mean—you're really beautiful," he stammers breathlessly. "Like seriously, you're-fuck-"

Your walls squeeze around him and he breaks off with a helpless moan.

"Stop squeezing," he pants weakly, though the expression on his face says the opposite

You laugh softly at how utterly gone he already is.

His eyes flick away shyly for a second before finding yours again, completely earnest.

"It's just.." He swallows hard. "You're wow."

Oh how that accent is such a turn on.

The sincerity in his voice sends heat straight through your stomach.

Carefully, you reach up and slide his glasses off his face.

Jake blinks at the sudden blur, confused for half a second before you place them onto your own nose instead.

The reaction is immediate.

His jaw actually drops.

Because now he gets to look at you wearing his glasses while sitting in his lap, flushed and breathless and completely wrecking him.

Jake blinks in sudden focus as the world sharpens, then softens again with your reflection in his lenses—his jaw slack, cheeks flushed. "Hey," he rasps, breath hitching when your fingers brush against his temples. "You're..." He trails off, eyes tracing your framed-up face, the curve of your smile through the glass, a fresh wave of heat crawling up his neck. "You look... extremely sexy."

The pure genuineness in his voice turns you on even more, if that's somehow possible.

Jake isn't trying to sound smooth.

That's what makes it better.

Every compliment falls out of him like he physically can't hold it in. Like he's spent months thinking these things quietly to himself and now they're finally spilling free all at once.

"You have no idea," he says breathlessly, eyes fixed on you like he's hypnotized, "how long I've wanted this."

Your movements slow for a moment.

"What?"

Jake immediately looks horrified with himself, like he hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"I just—" He cuts himself off with another shaky moan when you grind down against him harder.

"Fuck... I mean..."

"You've wanted this?" you ask softly.

He nods once, embarrassed.

"So bad," he admits quietly.

Something in your chest tightens.

Because this isn't just sex anymore.

Not with the way he's looking at you.

Not with the way his hands hold you like you're precious.

Not with the way he keeps checking your expressions every few seconds, making sure you still feel good too.

You lean down and kiss him again, slower this time.

Jake melts instantly.

His hands slide up your back, pulling you impossibly closer while he kisses you like he's been starving. Messy and desperate and sweet all at once. Every little sound you make against his mouth has his hips jerking upward uncontrollably.

When you finally pull away, his lips chase yours instinctively.

"Please don't stop kissing me," he whispers, completely wrecked. “Gosh I love you.”

The words come out embarrassingly needy, barely louder than a breath, and it only gets worse when you start rolling your hips against him again.

Jake gasps sharply, fingers digging into your thighs. "Oh-fuck, fuck-"

"You're so whiny," you tease, grinning down at him. “And I love you too.”

His face burns instantly, not knowing if you actually meant it or you’re just saying it in the heat of the moment.

"I can't help it," he whines, voice cracking when you grind down harder. "You feel too good— ah, shit-"

Another loud moan spills from him before he can stop it. His head drops back against the headboard, throat exposed, curls sticking messily to his forehead while his hands keep guiding your hips despite how overwhelmed he looks.

Every movement pulls another sound from him.

Little broken whimpers.

Breathy curses.

Desperate gasps punched out of his chest.

The room is practically filled with his noise now.

"Jakey," you laugh softly, leaning down until your lips brush his ear, "you know the other people in the dorms could probably hear you right now?"

That nearly kills him.

"Oh my god," he groans, mortified and turned on all at once. "Don't say that— please- fuck..."

His hands tighten on your waist anyway, still helping bounce you on his cock like he physically can't stop himself.

"So loud," you murmur against his skin.

Jake lets out another helpless moan at the words alone.

You drag your lips slowly down his neck, and his entire body jolts beneath you.

You drag your lips slowly down his neck, and his entire body jolts beneath you.

"Wait— wait—" he pants shakily, though he's clearly not trying to stop you. "If you keep doing that I'm gonna-"

You suck a dark mark into the side of his throat.

Jake cries out loudly.

Actually cries out.

His back arches off the mattress while his grip on you turns desperate, almost bruising. "Holy shit-”

"There," you hum against his skin before kissing another mark lower down. "Need everyone to know who made you sound this pathetic."

"I'm not pathetic," he argues weakly, immediately ruined by the pathetic whine that leaves him right after.

You laugh again, and the sound makes his stomach twist.

Jake's glasses are still on your face. His eyes are glassy and unfocused as he stares up at you, lips swollen from kissing, hickeys already blooming across his neck.

"You look so pretty like this," you whisper.

The compliment punches straight through him.

His hands guide your hips faster now, desperate and uneven. He can barely keep a rhythm anymore.

"I'm close," he blurts out suddenly, panic and pleasure mixing in his voice. "Fuck— I'm really close-"

You kiss him again to swallow the stream of noises pouring from him.

"That's okay," you murmur against his mouth. "Let go for me."

That's all it takes.

Jake breaks with a loud, wrecked moan, head thrown back while his entire body tenses beneath you. His fingers clamp onto your hips as he spills with a helpless stutter of your name, whining through every second of it like he physically can't contain the feeling.

"Oh my god— fuck— fuck—"

Your orgasm comes shortly after, being just as intense and pleasurable as his.

You slow your movements while he rides out the orgasm, twitching underneath you and breathing like he just ran a marathon.

For a while, neither of you say anything.

You just collapse forward onto his chest, both sweaty and breathless while Jake weakly wraps his arms around you.

His heartbeat is going ridiculously fast.

You can hear it clearly with your cheek pressed against him.

Jake stares up at the ceiling for a minute, still trying to recover, before he suddenly lets out a dazed little laugh.

“So does this make you… my girlfriend?” Jake asks a little nervous as if he didn’t just have sex with you.

“Yea I guess it does,” you kiss his cheek before leaning over him and taking his glasses off your face, putting them on the nightstand.

Now that makes him let out his smile.

"You know," he says breathlessly, fingers lazily tracing shapes along your back, "technically orgasms are actually caused by rhythmic muscle contractions combined with dopamine and oxytocin relea—"

"Jake."

"—which is why your brain temporarily loses critical thinking ski—"

"Jake, shut the fuck up."

First actual smut and first time I made a fic I finished the same day

Still working on that Spiderman Ni-ki fic even though it’s been 7 months 😬😭

Maybe I’ll try to write more longer fics or porn with plot once I finish that one

Thanks for reading my fic baiii

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禁止 forbidden bond — s.jy au 纽带

黑穗病 ─── "Did I distract you, Professor?" Sim Jaeyun is the professor everyone respects. you are the student who has him at your feet, who makes the mask of so much professionalism disappear.

ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ professor!jake (24) x student!f!reader (18)

ⳇ w/c: 9.8k

㰙꯭ؚۣۙۗ㰛꯭ؚؔ 𝓦arnings: MDNI, smut, unprotected sex (don't, pls), public sex, oral sex (m! & f!), fingerfucking, creampie, nipple teasing, boob sucking, light degradation/praise, dirty talk, rough sex, overstimulation, cum eating, marking, slut shaming, (ft. Giselle, Sunoo).. lmk if more

𝓡ina's note: im really dead... srry for that, idk what im gonna do next (plz give me ideas, i literally don't have any ;/ i would love reading yours if u have) reblog if u liked it and... that's all.. hope uliked it C:

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The air in the lecture hall always felt different when Professor Sim Jaeyun—or Jake, as you called him behind closed doors—stepped inside.

It was a thick, intoxicating cocktail of expensive cedarwood cologne, the scent of whiteboard markers, and a predatory tension that only you truly understood.

At twenty-four, he was the epitome of professionalism, never seen without a perfectly tailored suit, his dark hair swept back, and a gaze so sharp it could dissect a student's logic before they even finished a sentence.

He didn't have a public dating life. he was a ghost in the social scene, save for the rare, whispered sightings of him at exclusive, dimly lit jazz bars or underground clubs where the drinks cost more than your tuition.

He was the ultimate challenge. and little did the world know, you had already broken him.

Behind the closed doors of his luxury off-campus apartment, the "Professor" disappeared, replaced by a man whose hunger was huge.

The midday sun bled through the sheer curtains of your dorm.

You stood before the full-length mirror, evaluating what you had chosen to wear.

The outfit was a calculated provocation. a thin, black zip-up hoodie made of a thin fabric, its hood lined with a thick, plush trim of faux fur.

Below it, a denim mini-skirt, finished with a defiant leopard-print fur border. it was trashy-chic, a direct insult to the academic environment Jake tried to maintain.

it screamed for attention.

it screamed for his hands.

A sharp, rhythmic drumming on your door shattered your focus.

"If you're dead in there, i'm stealing your skin serum!" Sunoo's voice rang out, sharp and dripping with his trademark sass.

You swung the door open. Sunoo was leaning against the frame, he didn't wait for an invitation, stepping inside and flopping onto your unmade bed.

"i'm telling you, that buldak ramyeon from last night was a tactical error" Sunoo groaned, clutching his stomach dramatically.

"i woke up feeling like a bloated pufferfish. my skin? dull. my energy? sub-zero. and don't even get me started on Sunghoon.

he posted a gym selfie all sweaty, veins popping—and then had the audacity to ignore my text for three hours. i should block him. i should literally ruin his life."

You turned back to the mirror, adjusting the hoodie so the zipper sat dangerously low. "maybe he's just busy, Sunoo. not everyone lives on their phone."

"Please. he's obsessed with his own reflection; he's definitely seen my name on his screen" Sunoo retorted, sitting up and squinting at you. he went quiet for a second, his cat-like eyes scanning your outfit from the leopard trim to the sheer fabric of the hoodie.

A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face.

"Ugh, stop interrupting my food-trauma with your... whatever this is" he said, gesturing to your body.

"You look absolutely feral, girl. truly. like you're about to go hunting. who is the unlucky soul today? is this for Professor Sim?"

You felt a spike of adrenaline but kept your voice flat. "why do you always bring him up? can't i just want to look good for myself?"

Sunoo let out a loud, theatrical cackle, rolling off the bed. "For yourself? honey, you're wearing leopard print and a hoodie that's basically a spiderweb,

You look like you're trying to get a failing grade just so he'll keep you for detention. it's a bit much, don't you think? he's twenty-four, he's a genius, and he has the emotional range of a stone wall. he's never going to look at a student that way."

"God, Sunoo, drop the lecture" you sighed, grabbing your bag and checking your reflection one last time.

You had dabbed a heavy, musky vanilla perfume on your pulse points—the scent Jake once told you made him want to lose his mind. "i don't care about Jake. i just like his class. the man knows his science, okay?"

"Sure, babe. and i'm a straight man" Sunoo rolled his eyes, looping his arm through yours.

The air outside was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and the hum of campus life. as you walked toward the main hall, Sunoo didn't stop talking, his voice a constant, comforting stream of gossip.

"i'm serious though" Sunoo said, his tone shifting slightly more serious but keeping that sassy edge. "i've seen girls much more... 'obvious' than you try to get a rise out of him, and he looks at them like they're a math error. don't hurt your own feelings trying to break a man who doesn't have a heart."

"Who said anything about breaking him?" you murmured, a secret smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

"Your skirt did. it's screaming it" Sunoo replied, adjusting his sunglasses as you approached the massive oak doors of the science building.

You checked your watch. 12:45 PM. in fifteen minutes, you would be sitting in the front row.

In fifteen minutes, you would watch the way Professor Sim's eyes would darken as they landed on you.

You would watch the way his hands would tremble slightly as he adjusted his notes, and you would know—better than anyone in that room—exactly how it felt when that "stone wall" finally crumbled beneath you.

"Let's go" you said, your heart beginning to thunder in your chest. "i don't want to miss a single second of the new unit."

Giselle was already waiting by the glass doors.

She is a force of nature.

She is your best friend, a woman who lived for the thrill of the chase and the heat of a hookup.

She often joked that if she didn't have a new man to distract her every week, she'd lose her mind.

"Finally!" Giselle exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she saw you. she was dressed in a sleek, tight dress, already vibrating with energy. "i've been standing here for ten minutes. why are you both late?"

"Blame her" Sunoo chimed in, crossing his arms and huffing.

"She spent twenty minutes in front of the mirror perfecting the 'i'm-definitely-not-wearing-a-bra' look. it's a miracle we made it here before the semester ended."

Giselle let out a throaty laugh, pulling you into a half-hug. "if you've got the goods, you sell them, Sunoo. don't be a hater just because your gym-crush hasn't texted you back.

You look incredible, babe. if Professor Sim has a pulse, he's going to be sweating through that designer suit by 1:15."

"He is a teacher, Gi" Sunoo muttered, falling into step as the three of you entered the auditorium. "maybe she should focus more on studying, it's practically a public service at this point."

"Oh, hush, Sun" Giselle teased, her voice dropping as you entered the hall. "we're going out for drinks the second this day is over anyway. We need to be in the right headspace."

The three of you claimed your usual spots—dead center, front row. you were so close to the professor's desk that you could smell the wood.

to your left, Sunoo and Giselle were already deep in a hushed, scandalous argument.

"I'm serious, Giselle! no condom? Again?" Sunoo hissed, his voice a sharp whisper. "in this economy? you're playing russian roulette with your health just because some guy has nice arms. have some respect for your own biology."

"He was hot, Sunoo! and he said he was clean" Giselle countered, rolling her eyes. "besides, it's not like i'm looking for a husband. i just wanted to feel something other than boredom for twenty minutes."

The side door creaked open, and the hall fell into an expectant, heavy silence. Jake walked in.

His suit was buttoned tight, his tie perfectly knotted, and his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose with a sharp, intellectual frostiness.

He didn't look at the class; he looked through them, his aura radiating a cold, untouchable authority. he placed his satchel on the desk.

"Good afternoon" he began, his voice a rich, vibrating baritone that seemed to settle directly in your lower abdomen. "today's session is practical. you have the prompts on your tablets. i expect a full analysis by the end of the next hour. if you find yourself... struggling, my desk is open for inquiries."

The room erupted into the soft sound of clicking keys. you didn't even look at your screen.

You knew this material better than he did some days. you waited five minutes, then stood up, making sure the faux-fur trim of your skirt caught the light.

You approached the desk, leaning over far enough that the zipper of your hoodie hung a bit open only for him to see, revealing a little of the fabric of your bra.

You could smell him—cedarwood, expensive paper, and a faint, masculine musk that made your head swim.

"Professor?" you murmured, your voice a silken thread. "i'm having a bit of trouble with the molecular bonding section. it's so... complex."

Jake didn't look up at first.

His jaw was set so tight you could see the muscle feathering in his cheek.

Slowly, he lifted his head. his dark eyes didn't go to your face; they landed squarely on the exposed skin of your chest. He stayed there for a beat too long, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black.

"It shouldn't be complex for someone with your... aptitude, Miss" he rasped, his voice losing its professional sheen.

He reached out, his hand hovering near your own on the desk, his heat radiating through the air. "you need to focus on the core. stop looking for shortcuts."

"I find it very hard to focus when the atmosphere is so... tense" you whispered, looking at him through your lashes.

Jake's hand clenched into a fist on the desk. "back to your seat."

As you walked away, you felt his eyes on your hips, burning holes into the denim of your skirt.

When you sat down, Sunoo leaned over, his face a mask of disbelief. "You are such a liar. you literally tutored me on this last week. if you're going to be a slut for his attention, at least try to be the smart one."

"Sunoo, shut up" you hissed, your heart drumming against your ribs.

"She's being so defensive," Giselle whispered with a smirk. "let her play, Sunoo. look at him. he looks like he's about to explode anyway."

The last fifteen minutes were an exercise in psychological warfare. you sat there, chin in your hand, staring at Jake with a predatory stillness.

You slowly took your pencil into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the wood, your eyes never leaving his. then, you dragged a thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down just enough to show the pink flesh inside.

Jake was trying to grade papers, but he was failing.

His pen hovered over a page, a drop of ink staining the paper as he stared back at you.

He looked exhausted, his tie slightly loosened now, his professional armor cracked and bleeding. He let out a long, heavy sigh, his gaze sweeping over your body with a mix of resentment and agonizing desire.

You felt stripped bare by that look—naked and claimed right there in the front row.

The bell rang. the students began to scatter, the sound of chairs scraping filling the air.

"Coming?" Giselle asked, packing her things.

"Go ahead" you said, your voice steady. "i have to hand in that extra credit assignment. i'll catch you at the cafeteria"

Sunoo opened his mouth to complain, but Giselle saw the look in your eyes.

She grabbed Sunoo by the arm, dragging him toward the exit. "let's go, Sun. she's busy being a 'dedicated student.'" she gave the heavy doors a firm push, and the click of the lock resonated like a heartbeat.

Silence reclaimed the room. Jake didn't move. he sat behind his desk, staring at the closed doors.

"Do you have something for me, Miss?" he asked, the words strained, his 'Professor' mask barely hanging on.

"God, Jake" you breathed, walking toward him and dropping the assignment on the floor. you leaned against the desk, your thighs brushing his knees. "act like a professional one more time and i'll scream. you were practically undressing me with your eyes for the last hour."

Jake finally snapped. he pushed his rolling chair back, his legs falling open in a wide, dominant V.

He looked up at you, his eyes raw. "i can't tarnish my resume."

He reached out, his hand sliding up your thigh, his palm hot against your skin. "but it is impossible for me to function when you walk in here looking like a total slut. that skirt... that hoodie... you knew exactly what you were doing to me."

"Did i distract you, Professor?" you teased, sliding your hands over his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles.

"You're a brat" he growled, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous simmer. "we have thirty minutes before the next hour."

"I can make you cum in ten" you countered, your voice dropping to a seductive purr, already sinking to your knees between his open legs.

"Not in my classroom... god" Jake's head fell back, his eyes fluttering shut as your hands found his belt.

"As if you can wait, you'll just end up in the faculty bathroom touching yourself while thinking about me anyway."

"I never should have told you that" Jake muttered, his head falling back against his chair.

"uhm.. why?" you whispered, unbuckling his leather belt with a sharp clack.

"Because you use it against me like a weapon."

"Because it works." you answered.

Jake let out a ragged breath, looking at the door one last time before sliding his chair forward, tucking you into the dark, private shadows beneath the heavy desk.

He reached down, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling your head back so you had to look at him.

"Brat." he whispered, his thumb brushing over your lip with a sudden, aching tenderness. "i love you... now please... hurry up"

Jake's hand remained buried in your hair, his grip firm, forcing your head back so you had to look up at him.

From this angle, he didn't look like the prestigious Professor Sim anymore. his glasses were slightly askew, his tie was a mess of silk, and his eyes were dark with a predatory, hypersexual hunger that made your core throb.

"You've been begging for this since the moment you stepped into my lecture" he rasped, his voice vibrating through the desk you were leaning against. "the short skirt, every 'question' at my desk... you're a manipulative little slut, aren't you, my love?"

"I'm your slut, Jake" you whispered, the words acting like gasoline on a fire.

With a sharp hiss of a zipper, you released him.

He was already fully aroused, straining against the fine fabric of his underwear.

When you finally freed him, the sight of him—thick, pulsing, and already weeping with a bead of pre-cum—made your mouth water.

He was massive, a stark contrast to the refined, controlled man he pretended to be in the light.

"Do it" he commanded, his fingers tightening in your hair, not to hurt, but for you to feel the pressure "show me how much of a 'dedicated student' you really are."

You didn't need to be told twice.

You leaned forward, your tongue darting out to lick the length of him, tasting the salt and the heat.

Jake let out a jagged, broken moan, his hips twitching involuntarily toward your face. when you finally took him into your mouth, the heat was overwhelming.

You swirled your tongue around the sensitive head, suctioning him deep into your throat until you hit the back, your eyes watering from the depth.

"God... fuck" Jake hissed, his head thumping back against the leather of his chair. "that's it... use that pretty mouth. you've got so much to say in class, let's see how well you can stay still while you chock on it."

His hands guiding your head in a rhythmic, punishing motion.

Every time you tried to pull back for air, he held you there, forcing you to take every inch, to feel the way his pulse hammered against your tongue.

The sound of your wet, sloppy intake echoed in the hollow space under the desk, a rhythmic slap of skin against skin that made the risk of being caught feel electric.

"You like this, don't you?" Jake whispered, his voice thick "being down there like a good girl, hidden away while the rest of the world thinks i'm a saint. you're the only one who knows what a monster i am, aren't you?"

He reached down, his thumb finding your bottom lip, pulling it down to watch the way you struggled to breathe around him. The sight of your small face filled with him was too much.

He pulled out with a sharp pop, the friction making you gasp as cool air rushed into your mouth, drying the saliva on your lips.

You stayed on your knees, trembling, the shadows of the massive mahogany desk swallowing everything but the two of you. your lungs burned, searching for oxygen, but Jake didn't give you a moment to recover.

His hand, still tangled in your hair, tightened, tilting your head back even further until your spine arched.

His eyes were dark, fixated on your swollen lips and the way your chest heaved beneath the thin fabric of your hoodie.

"You're not done" he rasped, his voice a jagged edge in the silence of the auditorium. "i've spent the last twenty minutes watching you tease me from the front row. you don't get to stop until i've had every fucking bit of what you were promising."

With his free hand, he reached down and gripped the zipper of your black hoodie, dragging it down slowly.

The sound of the metal teeth uncoupling was loud, echoing against the underside of the desk. He pushed the fabric aside, exposing the pale, flushed skin of your chest and the lace of your bra.

He didn't stop there. he unclipped it, freeing your breasts, the cool air making your nipples harden instantly into tight, aching points.

"God, you're so beautiful" he whispered, a rare note of genuine sweetness breaking through his rough exterior. "a beautiful, manipulative little slut."

He didn't make you stand. instead, he leaned forward in his chair, forcing you to stay tucked in the cramped, dark space between his knees.

He grabbed both of your breasts, squeezing them together to create a deep, pillowy cleavage. the sight of his thick, throbbing cock pressed against the soft skin of your chest was a visual of pure sin—the ivory of your skin against the flushed, dark heat of him.

He began to slide himself between them.

The friction was incredible, the slickness of your own saliva and his pre-cum acting as a lubricant as he buried himself in the valley of your chest. every thrust made his cock slap against your chin, the scent of him—musk, salt, and raw desire—filling your senses until you couldn't think.

"Look at me" he commanded, his voice trembling with the effort of holding back. "i want you to see what you do to me."

He began to move faster, his hips pumping in a rhythmic, desperate pace. he moaned while his cock continued to friction against your skin.

You let out a muffled whimper, your hands clawing at his thighs, digging your nails into the expensive fabric of his suit. The overstimulation was staggering— the weight of him between your breasts, and the constant fear of the auditorium doors swinging open.

"Jake... please" you moaned, your head thumping against the underside of the desk.

"Call me Professor" he hissed, his movements becoming more frantic, his breathing a series of ragged, broken hitches. "Tell me how much you love being your Professor’s little secret."

He was close. you could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his muscles locked as he reached his limit. he pulled back from your chest, his eyes blown wide, searching your face for the same level of ruin he felt.

"Open your mouth" he ordered, his voice dropping to a low, primal growl. "take all of it. don't you dare waste a single drop."

He didn't wait. he guided himself back into your mouth, his hands holding your head steady as he delivered the final thrusts.

He bottomed out in your throat, and then he stiffened.

You felt the hot, thick pulse of his release—wave after wave of his heat hitting the back of your throat.

You took it all, your eyes watering, your throat working to swallow the viscous liquid as he filled you.

He groaned, a long, guttural sound that seemed to come from his very soul, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as his body finally went limp.

For a long minute, the only sound was the two of you breathing—heavy, jagged gasps in the dark.

"So good..." he whispered, his thumb swiping a stray drop of cum from the corner of your mouth and bringing it to his own lips. He tasted it, his eyes meeting yours with a dark, satisfied glint.

The shift was almost violent. as soon as the haze of the orgasm cleared, the "Professor" began to resurface. Jake checked his watch—twenty minutes until the doors would unlock for the next seminar.

He stood up, his movements efficient and clinical as he tucked himself back into his slacks.

You remained on the floor for a moment, your legs feeling like lead, the taste of him still coating your tongue.

"Get up, babe, we need to move," he said, though his voice was softer now. he reached down, helping you to your feet.

The next twenty minutes were a meticulous dance of restoration.

Jake stood in front of a small mirror he kept in his desk, re-knotting his tie with steady hands, smoothing the wrinkles in his charcoal jacket.

He looked like a man who had spent his lunch break studying research papers, not a man who had just been unraveled under his own desk.

You, meanwhile, were huddled in the corner of the auditorium, using a pack of wet wipes you kept in your bag to clean the stickiness from your lips.

You re-clipped your bra, zipped up your hoodie, and smoothed down your leopard-trimmed skirt. your face was flushed, your lips bitten and red, but with a bit of concealer and a heavy coat of lip gloss, the evidence was buried.

"Your hair" Jake remarked, stepping toward you. he reached out, his fingers gentle as he smoothed a stray strand back into place.

For a second, the mask slipped, and you saw the man who had whispered i love you amidst the filth. "You look... presentable. almost innocent."

"And you look like you didn't just call me a whore" you countered, a small, triumphant smile playing on your lips.

Jake let out a low, weary breath, the kind of sound a man makes when he knows he's completely at the mercy of the woman standing in front of him. his fingers trembling ever so slightly—the only lingering evidence of the chaos that had just unfolded beneath his desk.

"You really should head to the cafeteria with your friends" Jake said, his voice finally reclaiming that steady, authoritative pitch he used for his lectures.

He didn't look at you yet, busy organizing the scattered papers on his desk. "get something to eat. you have another hour of my lecture in a few minutes, and i don't want you passing out in the front row."

You leaned against the edge of the mahogany desk, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across your lips.

You reached out, tracing the gold nib of his fountain pen with a singular finger. "i don't think i'm very hungry, Jake" you whispered, your voice dripping with honeyed malice. "actually, i think i've already eaten quite enough for one afternoon. it was… a very filling snack."

Jake's hand froze over his leather satchel.

He let out a sharp, ragged sigh, his eyes closing for a brief second as he fought the urge to pull you back into the shadows. the reference to the taste still lingering on your tongue was enough to make the air in the room feel heavy again.

"You're impossible" he muttered, finally looking up. he sat back in his chair and flipped open his laptop, the blue light reflecting off his glasses.

You chuckled softly, pushing off the desk. you leaned down, pressing a lingering, soft kiss to his cheek—right on the jawline where you had left a faint, red mark only minutes before. "see you, Professor. try to focus on the slides, okay?"

He didn't answer, but you saw his jaw tighten as he began to type with a ferocity that suggested he was desperately trying to ignore the scent of your perfume still clinging to his skin.

At the end of the last class of the day, the final bell rang at 7:40 PM, the tension in the room was thick enough to choke on.

The campus was bathed in the amber glow of the streetlights as you, Sunoo, and Giselle stepped out of the main building.

The evening air was crisp, carrying the distant sound of city traffic and the excited chatter of students finally freed from their academic chains.

"God, i need a drink so bad i can taste the gin" Giselle groaned, stretching her arms above her head, her movements fluid and cat-like. "there's that new lounge near the station. they have a happy hour that lasts until midnight, and i heard the bartenders are actually competent for once."

Sunoo nodded, adjusting the strap of his designer tote bag. "i'm in. i need to wash away the memory of that lecture. i swear, Professor Sim was extra intense today. did you see the way he was glaring at the whiteboard? it was like he wanted to fight the equations."

He turned to you, his eyes scanning your face with a hint of concern. "come on, you look like you're in another world. let's go get wasted."

You bit your lip, glancing back at the building where you knew Jake was probably still packing up, likely waiting for the halls to clear before he headed to his car. "i… i can't tonight, guys. sorry."

Giselle paused, her eyebrows shooting up. "what? since when do you turn down a friday night drink? you were the one complaining about being bored this morning."

"i know, i know" you said, waving a hand dismissively as you pulled your hoodie closer around you. "but i have to go help my aunt with some stuff. she's moving some furniture and, well, she's been asking for weeks. i can't keep blowing her off."

Giselle stopped walking, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looked at you.

She saw the flush on your neck, the slight puffiness of your lips, and the way you kept glancing at the clock. a slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

She didn't say a word, but her silence was deafening. she knew the 'aunt' was a lie, but she also knew you weren't going to spill the truth.

"Your aunt?" Sunoo broke in, his voice rising in that characteristic sassy lilt.

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking at you like you had just suggested eating dirt. "are you serious? doesn't she have, like, a life? or a boyfriend? or a literal moving company?"

"come on, Sun" you laughed nervously.

"I'm being logical!" Sunoo retorted, rolling his eyes dramatically. "your aunt is twenty-seven. she's basically in her prime. she's young, she's fit, and she's perfectly capable of moving a coffee table without your help. why does she need you at 8:00 PM on a friday? is she incapable of functioning?"

Giselle reached over and gave Sunoo a sharp, playful smack on the arm. "shut up, you brat. if she says she has to go, she has to go. maybe her aunt is going through a breakup or something."

she turned back to you, her expression softening into a look of feigned annoyance. "but you're paying for the first round tomorrow, understand?"

"I promise" you said, feeling a wave of relief. "tomorrow, i'm all yours. i'll make it up to both of you, okay?"

"You better" Sunoo grumbled, though he finally started walking again. "twenty-seven years old and can't move a chair. unbelievable."

"See you tomorrow, Gi. Bye, Sun!" you called out, backing away toward the parking lot.

Giselle watched you go, a small, secretive wave following you. she didn't buy the story for a second, but she respected the hustle.

The parking lot was cold, the shadows stretching long and thin between the rows of cars.

The air had turned sharp with the evening chill, a stark contrast to the suffocating heat of the lecture hall you'd just escaped.

You walked with a quick, rhythmic stride, your boots clicking against the pavement, until you saw it—the sleek, predatory silhouette of the black Audi parked in the furthest corner.

As you approached, the car's led headlights flickered twice, cutting through the gloom to find you. the windows were heavily tinted.

You pulled the passenger door open and slipped inside, the scent of expensive leather and Jake's familiar cedarwood cologne immediately wrapping around you like a second skin.

Jake was sitting in the driver's seat, the dim glow from the dashboard illuminating the sharp lines of his jaw and the relaxed, yet guarded, posture he only held when he was with you.

"I have to pay for tomorrow's outing thanks to you" you grumbled, tossing your bag into the footwell.

You leaned back against the headrest, crossing your arms over your chest in a classic bratty pout. "Giselle and Sunoo are already suspicious, and now i'm the one who has to foot the bill for the 'aunt' excuse."

Jake let out a low, amused huff, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the steering wheel.

He turned his head to look at you, a small, indulgent smile playing on his lips. "if you want to go, you can go. i'm not exactly holding you hostage. and as for the bill… let me pay for it. consider it a convenience fee for my schedule."

"Hm, and in exchange for what?’" you asked, your voice dropping into a playful, knowing lilt. you shifted in your seat, the denim of your skirt riding up just a fraction more.

You knew exactly where this conversation usually led, and the thrill of it was already beginning to thrum in your veins.

Jake's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look that was uncharacteristically soft. "in exchange for nothing you don't want to do. you talk to me sometimes like i'm some predator taking advantage of you."

You softened, the bratty persona slipping away for a moment. you reached out, running a hand over the smooth dashboard. "i don't mean it like that, Jake. it's just… the secret of it all... it puts me in a weird headspace sometimes."

Jake sighed, his expression turning serious. he reached over, his hand hovering in the space between your seats before he finally spoke. "i know. but you know the stakes. if the board found out i started seeing a student in my very first year here… it wouldn't just be a scandal.

it would be the end of everything i've worked for. professors who get a reputation for 'indulging' in their students don't get tenure, love. they get blacklisted. i have to protect this—for both of us."

"I know, i know" you said, waving a hand to dismiss the heavy tension.

You didn't want to talk about careers or reputations; you wanted the sanctuary of his apartment. "i'm not complaining, i'm just reminding you. anyway… are we going to your place? i'm exhausted."

"Mh." Jake hummed in affirmation, his voice vibrating deep in his chest.

He paused, his hand finally moving to settle on your thigh, his palm warm and heavy. "unless you're hungry? we could stop somewhere quiet on the way out of the district."

"No" you replied, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. "i'm fine with just finishing off whatever ramyun you have in your place. i just want to watch a movie and cuddle for once without looking over my shoulder."

Jake's thumb traced a slow, deliberate circle on the skin of your thigh, right at the hem of your skirt.

For a second, his grip tightened, his fingers inching upward as if he were tempted to hike the fabric up right then and there in the parking lot. you held your breath, the familiar heat rising in your gut, but after a lingering moment of tension, he pulled back.

"Fine" he said, his voice a bit raspier than before. "ramyun and a movie it is."

He withdrew his hand and reached for the ignition.

The engine roared to life, a low, powerful purr that vibrated through the floorboards. as he shifted the car into gear and began to navigate out of the lot, the flickering lights of the campus faded into the rearview mirror. for the first time all day, the air felt like it belonged to you again.

"But just so we're clear" Jake added, his eyes fixed on the road but a mischievous glint returning to his gaze, "if we're watching a movie, i get to pick. and i'm not letting you fall asleep ten minutes in like last time."

"We'll see about that, Professor" you teased, finally relaxing as the Audi sped toward the city skyline.

The hum of the Audi's engine was a low, rhythmic vibration that seemed to settle directly into your bones. outside, the city was a blur of electric ambers and cold blues, the towering glass structures of the business district watching like silent sentinels as the car glided through the late-night traffic. inside, the atmosphere was suffocatingly quiet, save for the faint, atmospheric jazz bleeding through the speakers—a sound too elegant for the wreckage of your current state.

For fifteen minutes, you hadn't moved. your forehead was pressed against the cool glass of the window, but your eyes weren't focused on the neon lights.

They were trapped in the memory of the auditorium.

You could still feel the phantom sensation of his hands in your hair and the visceral, heavy weight of him. the problem was that the act had been entirely one-sided. you had been the giver, the submissive vessel for his release, and it had left you in a state of agonizing, physical suspension.

You were hyper-aware of everything. the way the lace of your panties felt like sandpaper against your swollen folds. the way the denim of your skirt was bunched up. you felt heavy, humming with a localized heat that Jake hadn't even bothered to address yet.

Jake's hand shifted from the gear stick, his fingers splaying across your mid-thigh. he didn't look at you; his eyes were fixed on the road, the red glow of the taillights ahead reflecting in his glasses.

"You're being very quiet" he noted, his voice a smooth, low-frequency rumble. "in what world are you right now?"

"Nowhere special" you whispered, your voice sounding thin and ragged even to your own ears. you bit your lip hard, your teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh you'd already punished earlier that day.

Jake flicked his gaze toward you for a fraction of a second—a sharp, clinical scan that seemed to peel back your skin.

He turned back to the road, a slow, dark smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth before he licked his lips—a habit that felt less like a tic and more like a predatory preparation.

"Are you sure? because you're practically vibrating" he said, his thumb beginning to trace slow, deliberate circles on your inner thigh, inching closer to the hem of your skirt. "you're so tense i can feel it through the leather."

"Do you want me to be honest, Jake?" you finally turned your head, staring at his profile—the sharp, aristocratic line of his nose, the way the passing streetlights hollowed out his cheeks.

He looked so collected, so professional, while you were a mess of unfulfilled nerves. "i feel empty. completely and utterly empty."

"Empty?" Jake let out a dry, amused huff. "oh, love... are you already trying to negotiate a new lesson before we've even reached the apartment?"

"I'm serious" you breathed, your legs parting just a fraction as his hand moved higher. "you got exactly what you wanted in that hall. and i'm still… i'm still waiting."

"Mh. i see."

Jake didn't pull over. he kept driving, his left hand steering with an effortless, one-handed grace while his right hand slid beneath the leopard-print trim of your skirt.

His palm was hot, a stark contrast to the air-conditioned cabin.

He didn't go for the skin immediately; instead, he let his middle finger hook into the edge of your lace panties, tracing the seam from front to back. He felt the dampness immediately—the evidence of how much the car ride had been affecting you.

"Look at this" he murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, textured register. "you haven't even been touched and you're already soaked. you've just been sitting here, behaving yourself, while you rot from the inside out thinking about me."

"Jake… please" you whimpered, your head falling back against the headrest.

"Shh. don't be so loud." he chided softly, though the glint in his eyes was anything but kind.

He didn't remove the underwear. he used the fabric as a tool, his fingers pressing the rough lace directly against your clit, circling it with a firm, punishing pressure.

The friction was jagged and intense.

You gasped, your hips bucking instinctively against his hand, but he held you down, his thumb pinning your thigh in place.

"You're so desperate for a little attention" he whispered, his eyes never leaving the road as he navigated a turn. "it's almost embarrassing how easy it is to break that bratty attitude of yours. a little neglect and you're begging for whatever i'm willing to give you."

"I'm not begging" you lied, your breath hitching as he increased the speed of his fingers.

"No? Then why are your legs shaking? why are you gripping my arm like you're drowning?"

He finally slipped two fingers beneath the elastic, diving into the heat of you.

The sudden shift from the dry lace to the blunt, wet intrusion of his fingers made your vision white out. he began to fuck you with a rhythmic, heavy pace, his fingers curling deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot with every upward stroke.

The sound of it—the wet, rhythmic slap of his palm against your thigh—filled the quiet car, drowning out the radio.

"You're so tight" he growled, his jaw tightening. "and so messy. it's a good thing i have leather seats. i can't have you ruining the car before we even get home."

He was overstimulating you on purpose, his fingers moving with a clinical precision that felt like he was dissecting your pleasure.

Every time you reached the precipice, every time your breath caught in a way that suggested an orgasm, he slowed down, dragging his fingers out just enough to leave you cold and gasping before thrusting back in.

"Jake, i can't… i need to finish" you sobbed, your nails digging into the sleeve of his blazer.

"You'll finish when i decide you've learned some patience" he countered.

He pulled the Audi into the underground parking of his complex, the screech of tires on the polished concrete echoing like a scream.

He killed the engine, the sudden silence making the sounds of your frantic breathing and his wet fingers inside you feel deafeningly loud.

He withdrew his hand slowly, the suction making a sharp, wet pop. he didn't look at the mess; instead, he reached up and wiped his damp fingers across your bottom lip, smearing your own heat over your mouth like a brand.

"Get out of the car" he said, his voice returning to that terrifyingly calm, professional tone as he adjusted his glasses. "and don't you dare touch yourself in the elevator. i want you exactly this needy when I open that door."

The elevator ride was a form of psychological torture that Jake had engineered with clinical precision.

You stood in the corner, your knees shaking so violently you had to lean against the cold metal wall for support. every time you caught your reflection in the polished surface, you saw a stranger—a girl with blown-out pupils and lips swollen.

Next to you, Jake stood as if he were waiting for a faculty meeting to begin.

He hadn't touched you since the car. he didn't even look at you. he stood with his hands tucked into his trouser pockets, his gaze fixed on the glowing floor numbers above the door.

The contrast was agonizing; he looked untouched, a pillar of academic decorum, while you could feel the cold dampness of your own skin and the heavy, rhythmic throb between your legs that he had ignited and then abandoned.

"Jake" you whispered, the name a broken, desperate plea that cracked the silence.

He didn't turn his head. he only shifted his weight slightly. "i suggest you find a way to occupy your mind for the next thirty seconds."

"I can't... it hurts" you hissed, your fingers twitching at your sides, wanting nothing more than to reach for him, to tear that perfectly pressed blazer off his shoulders.

"Pain is just another form of focus" he replied, his voice devoid of empathy but thick with a suppressed, dark gravity. "Learn to sit with it."

The elevator chimed—a polite, sterile sound—and the doors slid open. the hallway of his floor was quiet, lined with plush carpeting that muffled the sound of your frantic footsteps as you followed him. he walked with an agonizingly steady pace, the jingle of his keys as he reached his door sounding like a death knell for your restraint.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside, holding it open for you with a politeness that felt like a slap in the face. you stumbled past him into the foyer, the scent of his home—expensive wood, clean laundry, and a hint of aged spirits—rushing to meet you.

The second the heavy door clicked shut and the deadbolt engaged, the "Professor" vanished.

Jake didn't say a word. he didn't even drop his keys on the console.

He simply turned and lunged, his body a solid wall of muscle that slammed you back against the door. the impact made the wood groan, and the air was knocked out of your lungs in a sharp gasp.

Before you could even blink, his mouth was on yours—not with the calculated heat of the car, but with a raw, desperate hunger that bordered on violent.

It wasn't a kiss of affection; it was a reclamation. his tongue forced its way past your teeth, tasting the remnants of himself on you, his hands tangling deep into your hair and pulling your head back to expose the line of your throat.

You groaned into his mouth, your hands frantically grasping at his waist, trying to pull him closer even though there wasn't a millimeter of space left between you.

"You've been a very loud distraction all day" he growled against your lips, his voice ragged and stripped of all composure. "do you have any idea how much i've wanted to do this since one o'clock this afternoon?"

He didn't wait for an answer.

He reached down, his large hands hooking under the backs of your thighs. with a grunt of effort, he hoisted you up.

Your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, the denim of your skirt bunching up and leaving your damp skin exposed to the cool air of the apartment. he squeezed the flesh of your thighs, his thumbs digging into your muscles as he carried you through the darkened living room.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in, your teeth grazing the skin of his shoulder through his shirt. he was walking with a heavy, purposeful stride, his breathing sounding like a furnace in the quiet apartment.

He reached the bedroom, a space dominated by a large, minimalist bed and the faint glow of the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He didn't set you down gently. he leaned forward and dropped you, your body bouncing against the high-thread-count sheets.

You landed on your back, your hair splayed across the pillows, your chest heaving as you looked up at him. Jake stood at the edge of the bed, his silhouette framed by the skyline, his hands moving to his tie.

He stared down at you with a look of absolute, terrifying intent—the look of a man who was finally done waiting.

Jake stood at the foot of the bed, his silhouette a sharp, jagged edge against the sprawling lights of Seoul beyond the window.

The "Professor Sim" facade didn't just crack; it disintegrated. he reached for his tie, pulling it straight down with a sharp tug that popped the top button of his shirt.

His eyes never left yours—they were dark, blown out, and swimming with a desperate, almost pathetic need that made his previous composure seem like a sick joke.

"You have no idea" he rasped, his voice breaking as he kicked off his shoes and shed his blazer, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. "i've been standing at that podium, smelling your perfume, watching you cross your legs... i've been going out of my mind."

He crawled onto the bed, a predatory but strangely vulnerable movement. he looked like a man starving, and you were the only meal he had ever wanted.

He pinned your wrists above your head, his weight settling between your thighs, and for a moment, he just breathed you in, his forehead resting against yours.

"You're so beautiful it makes me sick" he whispered against your lips. "my perfect little miss. you're the only thing i can think about. i'm a mess because of you."

He didn’t wait for an answer.

His mouth dropped to your chest, his teeth catching the fabric of your hoodie to drag it up and out of the way.

He didn't even bother taking it off; he just wanted access. his tongue lashed out, swirling around your nipple through the lace of your bra before he unclipped it with a frantic dexterity.

When he finally got your bare breast in his mouth, he made a sound—a loud, needy groan that vibrated deep in his chest.

He wasn't gentle. He sucked hard, his tongue rough against the sensitive peak, his other hand reaching down to squeeze and knead your other breast.

He was devouring you, his teeth grazing the pale skin, leaving small, blossoming bruises that would be impossible to hide under a collar the next day.

"Jake... please..." you sobbed, your back arching off the mattress.

He moved his hand down, his fingers diving into your soaking wet heat.

He didn't ease in. He shoved two fingers deep, his thumb finding your clit and grinding with a relentless, punishing rhythm.

He was overstimulating you on purpose, his fingers curling and hitting your G-spot with every jagged thrust.

"Look at you" he growled, his face hovering inches from yours, his eyes frantic. "soaking the sheets for me. you love that i can do this to you. you love that i own you in this room."

His actions were needy. he leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck, whining low in his throat like a wounded animal. "please... i need to be inside you. i can't take it... you're so good... so perfect for me..."

Jake's breath was a scorching gale against the sensitive column of your throat.

He sounded pathetic, a stark contrast to the man who commanded a lecture hall of two hundred people. the "Professor" was gone, replaced by a young man drowning in a sensory overload that only you provided.

"Please, i've been thinking about this since the moment i saw you walk in today" he whimpered, the sound vibrating against your skin.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and dilated, reflecting the flickering city lights. with a frantic, almost clumsy desperation, his fingers trembled as he fumbled with the metal fastening.

He shoved the fabric down his hips, the expensive material pooling around his ankles. he didn't even pause to kick them away, his hands immediately moving to his boxers, shedding them with a singular, fluid motion that left him entirely exposed to the cool air of the room.

The sight of him was staggering—thick, pulsing, and already weeping with a heavy bead of pre-cum that glistened in the dim light. He looked primal, his lean, athletic physique taut with the effort of holding back.

He needed more. He hooked your knees over his shoulders, a move that exposed you completely, leaving you feeling raw and vulnerable under his intense gaze.

He dipped his head again, his tongue finding your clit through the slickness he'd already created with his fingers. he lapped at you with a broad, thirsty stroke, his hands reaching up to capture your breasts, squeezing them together so he could watch the way your nipples peaked.

"You're so wet for me" he groaned, his voice muffled by your thighs. "you've been sitting in my class all day just producing this for me, haven't you?"

He slid two fingers back inside you, but this time they were joined by a third, stretching you open, preparing your tight heat for the girth of him.

You let out a broken cry, your hips bucking as he simulated the friction of what was to come.

"Jake... now. please, right now" you sobbed, your hands catching in his dark hair, pulling him closer.

"I've got you" he whispered, a strange, needy praise. "i've got you, my good girl."

He surged upward, his chest pressing against yours, skin-to-skin.

He positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, pausing for a single heartbeat to savor the heat radiating from you.

Then, with a heavy, unceremonious lunge, he buried himself to the hilt.

The air left your lungs in a silent, high-pitched gasp. he was massive, a solid, burning weight that filled every corner of you, bottoming out against your cervix with a dull, heavy thud. Jake let out a loud, guttural cry—a sound of pure, unadulterated relief—as his forehead crashed against your shoulder. He stayed still for a moment, his body shaking, his muscles coiling like a spring.

"God... you're so tight" he rasped into your ear, his voice breaking. "it feels like heaven. you feel like heaven."

He began to move. it wasn't the rhythmic, academic pace of a man in control. it was rough, jagged, and desperate.

Every thrust was deep and punishing, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, rhythmic clack that echoed through the quiet room.

The headboard hit the wall with a steady, violent force, punctuating the low, needy whines he made every time he pulled out to the very tip before plunging back in.

He reached up, latching his mouth onto your breast, his teeth grazing your nipple as he sucked. he was marking you everywhere—your neck, your chest, your thighs. he wanted you to wear the evidence of this night like a brand.

"Tell me" he panted, his eyes locking onto yours, his face flushed and sweat-slicked. "tell me you're mine. tell me nobody else gets to see you like this."

"I'm yours" you moaned, your voice lost in the friction of the sheets. "only yours, Jake..."

The praise seemed to ignite something even darker in him. he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming frantic.

His movements borderline obsessive as he searched for the exact angle that would break you.

"You love being used by me, don't you? taking everything i have to give" he growled.

The words were barely out of his mouth before the atmosphere in the room shifted from frantic to predatory.

Jake didn't wait for a response; he didn't need one. he could feel the answer in the way your pulse thrummed against his skin and the way your fingers remained locked in his hair.

He moved with a sudden, coordinated strength that reminded you he wasn't just a man of books and equations—he was a man who took care of his body with the same obsessive discipline he applied to his research.

He grabbed your waist, his large hands nearly meeting around your middle, and in one fluid motion, he flipped you over.

The transition was jarring. one second you were staring into his dark, dilated eyes, and the next, your face was pressed into the cool pillows.

"Get up" he commanded, his voice vibrating with a low, gravelly frequency that made your toes curl. "on your knees, i want to see how much of me you can actually take."

You obeyed, your muscles trembling from the overstimulation he'd already put you through.

You pushed yourself up, your palms sinking into the mattress, and as you arched your back, the cool air of the bedroom hit your skin.

Behind you, you heard the sharp, ragged sound of Jake's breathing. he didn't move immediately. he stood there for a heartbeat, his shadow looming over you, cast long and dark by the city lights filtering through the glass.

He reached out, his hands finding your hips again. he didn't just hold you; he staked his claim, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of your waist, bruising the skin just enough to leave a memory.

"Look at you" he whispered, leaning down so his chest brushed against your back. "sprawled out in my bed, waiting for me like you don't have a single care in the world besides this.

If your classmates could see their 'diligent' peer right now... the girl who always has the right answer. would they recognize you like this? broken open and begging for her professor?"

"Jake..." you gasped, your head falling forward as his lips found the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder.

He didn't ease back into you. he positioned himself at your entrance, the broad, scorching head of his cock rubbing against the slickness that was already coating your thighs.

He stayed there for a second, teasing the opening, listening to the hitch in your breath. then, with a violent lunge, he drove himself back inside.

The force of it shoved you forward, your elbows nearly giving way as he bottomed out with a dull, heavy thud.

You let out a strangled moan, your vision blooming with white sparks. he was too deep, too large, and the angle of being on all fours allowed him to reach parts of you that felt like they were being permanently altered by his presence.

"God..." Jake groaned, the sound raw and unpolished, echoing off the minimalist walls of the room. "it's like you were made specifically to ruin me. every time i think i've had enough, you do this... you wrap around me and make me forget everything else."

He began to move, and it was nothing like one minute before. this was rhythmic, punishing, and relentless.

He pulled back until he was almost entirely out, the friction making you whimper in protest, before slamming back in with a wet, visceral clack of his hips hitting your backside.

Jake was loud. he wasn't the silent, brooding figure from the auditorium; he was a man unhinged. every thrust was accompanied by a guttural growl or a broken, needy whine that suggested he was just as overwhelmed as you were.

He reached forward, one hand sliding under your stomach to find your clit, his thumb grinding against you with a frantic speed that matched the pace of his hips.

His other hand stayed locked on your hip, steering you, keeping you pinned as he worked you from both sides.

You started to shake, your breath coming in short, panicked sobs as you felt the orgasm beginning to build like a tidal wave.

"Jake... i'm going to... i'm going to break" you sobbed, your fingers clawing at the sheets.

"Then break" he rasped, his teeth sinking into the meat of your shoulder, marking you deeply. "break for me. i want to feel your walls crushing me when you go. i want to know i'm the only one who can make you feel this much."

His thrusts becoming jagged and desperate. his body acting on a primal instinct that bypassed all logic.

He wasn't just fucking you; he was trying to merge with you, to disappear into the heat and the mess of the moment.

"I need you" he whispered, the words sounding more like a confession of a crime than a statement of love. "i need you more than anything i've ever wanted in my life. it's pathetic, isn't it? how much power you have over me?"

The confession hung in the air, thick and heavy as the humidity between your bodies.

Jake's hands, usually so steady when he was writing complex equations on a whiteboard, were trembling violently as they gripped your hips.

He leaned forward, his chest slamming against your back, his sweat-slicked skin sticking to yours. his breath coming in short, jagged hitches that sounded dangerously close to sobs.

The rhythm of his thrusts had lost its clinical edge. it was frantic, uncoordinated, and utterly desperate.

He was hitting your cervix with every deep, agonizing lunge, his body shaking with the effort of trying to crawl inside you.

"Please" he whimpered, a sound so raw and pathetic it made your heart ache. "please tell me you won't get bored of me. i'll give you anything... just don't stop looking at me like that."

He reached around, his fingers finding your face, forcing you to turn your head so he could see your eyes.

His hair was a chaotic nest, and his eyes were swimming with a terrifying, liquid vulnerability.

"Am i enough?" he pleaded, his voice breaking. "tell me i'm better than anyone else. tell me you want your professor to fill you up so much that you can't think of another man's name. please, baby... say it. i need to hear it."

"You're enough, Jake-" you gasped, your own voice fractured by the intensity of his movements. "you're more than enough... the only one."

The validation hit him like a physical blow. he let out a loud, strangled cry, his hips snapping forward with a renewed, violent urgency.

He was overstimulating himself now, his movements so fast and deep that the friction was bordering on painful, but he couldn't stop. he was chasing the end with a terrifying singular focus.

"I love you so much it's disgusting" he growled, his teeth sinking into your shoulder again, but this time he wasn't trying to mark you—he was trying to anchor himself. "don't ever leave me. i'll die, i swear to god i'll die if you leave me."

His muscles locking, his entire frame vibrating against yours.

He let go of your hip to reach down, his hand joining yours as you worked yourself, his fingers trembling as they helped guide you to the edge.

He wanted you to go first; he wanted to feel the exact moment you shattered so he could follow you into the dark.

"Cum for me" he whispered, his voice a frantic, begging prayer. "show me how much i've ruined you. break for me, please... let me see it."

As your walls began to clench around him in the first violent throes of your orgasm, Jake let out a sound that was barely human—a high-pitched, guttural wail of pure, unadulterated surrender.

He delivered three final, bone-deep thrusts, his pelvis grinding against yours with a desperate finality.

He stiffened, he buried his face in your hair, his hands clutching at the sheets, as he emptied himself deep inside you. the heat of his release was overwhelming—wave after wave of thick, pulsing liquid hitting your womb, filling you until you felt like you were overflowing.

He didn't pull away. he collapsed onto your back, his heavy, sweat-soaked body pinning you to the mattress.

He was gasping for air, his heart hammering against your spine like a trapped bird. he was still trembling, his fingers twitching against your skin, his entire being spent and broken in the wake of his own desperation.

for minutes, the only sound was the jagged, uneven rhythm of his breathing. he didn't move, didn't speak. he just stayed there, buried deep, clinging to you in the silence of the night, a man who had finally, completely, given himself away.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he began to pull back. the sound of his exit was wet and visceral in the silence, a stark reminder of exactly how much he had just poured into you.

He didn't move away, though. he collapsed onto his side, immediately hooking an arm around your waist to drag you toward him, tucking your back against his chest.

"Don't move" he whispered, his voice so hoarse it was barely a thread of sound. "just... stay. please."

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his nose brushing against the fresh, stinging marks he'd left there. he was still needy, still hovering on that edge of pathetic vulnerability that only ever came out behind these locked doors.

"You're going to have to wear a scarf on monday..." he noted, his fingers tracing the deep, purple bruises on your collarbone. he looked almost proud of them, a smug glint returning to his gaze. "i went too far, didn't i? i always go too far with you."

"You were desperate" you teased, turning in his arms to face him. "you were practically crying, Jake."

He flushed, a deep, handsome red creeping up his neck. he looked away for a second, then sighed, pulling you into a crushing hug. "i was. i am. it's pathetic, i know. i'm a grown man, a professional... and i'm reduced to this because you decided to wear a specific skirt to my lecture."

He squeezed you tighter, his heartbeat steadying against yours.

"But i don't care," he murmured into your hair. "as long as i'm the only one who gets to be this pathetic for you.

As long as you're the only one who knows that professor Sim is actually just a man who can't breathe unless he's inside you."

He stayed like that, refusing to let go, his arms a literal cage of warmth and obsession.

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TAKE SOME OF THIS IT’LL CALM U DOWN ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 —NRK

-> a story based on my Higher series!

smoking in riki’s bed is the best way to relax after a stressful day… if he can find his weed.

📓pairing: dealer!riki x fem!reader

contains: weed smoking skinship fluff kissing bickering riki’s kind of rude to his mom

🗯️vaeh’s note: i guess I’m back from my short ass break. this was supposed to be a Higher drabble but ig this counts as a regular bonus part now cs I am the worst at keeping my ffs short

⊹

Everything about today had been advertised as fun. A “production day,” your lecturer had called it all week with way too much enthusiasm, promising creative freedom and relaxed schedules and exciting group work.

Instead, it had been six straight hours of irritation, passive aggressive comments, and carrying an entire project on your back while the rest of your group stared blankly at their laptops pretending to work.

By two in the afternoon, your social battery was dead.

Your group presentation was supposed to start in less than ten minutes, yet you were hiding in a bathroom stall with your phone pressed to your ear. Your knee bounced restlessly.

“Come on,” you muttered under your breath when it rings again.

Then finally—

“Hey baby—”

“Can you pick me up?”

You cut straight through his greeting, voice exhausted enough to make him pause on the other end.

“…What?”

You sigh, leaning your head back against the cold metal wall behind you. “Can you come get me?”

Riki exhales softly through his nose.

“When?”

“Right now.”

“Right now?” he repeats. “Baby, I can’t right now.”

You frown instantly.

“Why not?”

“I’m working.”

You roll your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. Working. So selling weed to junks.

“And didn’t you say you had class till four?” he adds. “What happened?”

“Yea? I don’t wanna go.”

A small laugh escapes him. “That’s not really how it works.”

“Oh my god,” you groan dramatically, rubbing your forehead. “You cannot be serious.”

“What?”

“You telling me not to skip class?” Your voice sharpened with disbelief. “Riki, you’ve attended like three classes this entire year.”

“Yeah. Don’t be like me.” Riki says.

“Please just come get me,” you try again, softer this time. “I’m so done with today.”

You heard muffled voices in the background on his side of the phone. A car door shutting. Someone calling his name.

Riki clicks his tongue quietly.

“Baby, I really can’t right now. I’ve got like 6 more clients today.”

Your face drops immediately.

“I hate everyone here.”

“I know.”

“No, like actually fucking hate them.”

“I know,” he repeats. “Just come over when your classes are finished, okay?”

You let out the most miserable whine imaginable, dragging the sound out on purpose just to irritate him.

“Rikiiii.”

“That’s not changing my answer.”

Another long sigh left you before you pull the phone away from your ear.

“Whatever.”

“Don’t be mad—”

But you already hung up.

The call ends with a sharp tap of your thumb.

You sit there for another second in irritated silence, glaring at the picture of you and Riki on your lockscreen before shoving the phone into your bag aggressively.

Then you stand up, grab your things, and push the stall door open way harder than necessary. The loud slam echoes through the bathroom.

A girl by the mirror startles and looks over.

“Jeez.” The girl mutters to herself.

You ignore her completely, storming toward the exit, already rehearsing in your head how badly you’re going to guilt trip Riki later for abandoning his poor girlfriend.

— 

By the time you arrive at Riki’s house around four thirty, your irritation hasn’t faded even a little. You text him the second you reach the driveway.

You: im here

Riki: door’s open. mom’s downstairs

You shove your phone into your pocket and push the front door open without knocking.

At this point, you’re over here so much it feels like your second home. The house smells faintly like laundry detergent and food. You hear the TV playing softly somewhere in the living room before his mom notices you walking in.

“Oh, hi sweetheart.”

You look over with a smile. “Hi miss Nishimura.”

“How was your day?”

You let out a dramatic sigh immediately. “Horrible.”

She laughs knowingly from the couch. “That bad?”

“You have no idea.”

“Well,” she says, shaking her head with amusement, “Riki’s upstairs. And tell him to clean that room before it starts growing mold.”

You snort. “I’ll try.”

You laugh softly before heading upstairs, already hearing faint music through the slightly open bedroom door.

The second you push it open wider, you catch Riki mid-motion. He’s shoving an overflowing laundry basket under his bed with his foot fast.

The room still looks messy anyway. Black hoodie tossed over his desk chair. Empty water bottles near the nightstand. Chains and rings scattered around like decoration.

And him.

Black joggers hanging low on his hips, white tank top stretched over his frame, black zip-up hoodie hanging open. Silver rings glinting against his fingers. Cross necklace resting against his chest.

Your mood somehow gets worse instantly.

“There's she is,” he says casually, like he hasn’t just panic-cleaned the second he heard you coming upstairs.

You don’t even answer. You just walk over and let yourself collapse face first onto his bed dramatically, burying your face into his pillow.

It smells exactly like him. Detergent, smoke and cologne.

Riki chuckles quietly behind you.

“Aww,” he teases. “You’re having a hard life today?”

“Yeah.”

“Mhm.”

The mattress dips as he climbs beside you, one arm immediately sliding across your lower back, pulling you closer against him lazily.

“What’s up?” he asks, voice lower now.

Your response comes muffled into the pillow.

“I just wanna graduate already.”

He laughs softly at that.

You finally roll onto your back with a long sigh, staring at the ceiling dramatically. Riki looks down at you with obvious amusement before leaning down and kissing your cheek once.

Then again. Then your forehead and hen the corner of your mouth.

“Talk to me,” he says.

You narrow your eyes at him while he shifts onto his back beside you, opening one arm, inviting you. You stare at him for a second before groaning loudly.

“What?”

“You look good,” you complain miserably. “It’s pissing me off more.”

You move anyway, immediately curling into his side. One leg thrown over his while his arm settles around your waist automatically. He grins.

“That’s your problem?”

“Yes.”

“Damn.”

You sigh dramatically again before starting your rant properly.

You tell him about the presentation disaster. About your group members barely helping. About one dude showing up completely unprepared and still acting cocky anyway. About having to fix everything yourself while everybody else stood around being useless.

Riki mostly listens quietly, fingers tracing along your waist beneath your t-shirt.

Sometimes he hums. Sometimes he laughs when you mock someone. Sometimes he drops a quiet “that’s crazy” just to keep you talking.

“And then,” you continue, growing more irritated again just remembering it, “they’re all panicking asking me what to say during the presentation like I’m their fucking mother.”

“I’m jealous of you.” You say.

Riki frowns. “Why?”

“You literally just do whatever you want.”

Riki’s expression shifts slightly at that. His hand moves slowly up your back.

“That’s not really a good thing, baby.”

You shrug against him. “Still.”

“Nah.” He shakes his head lightly. “You say that now, but you’re actually doing something with your life.”

You snort. “Barely.”

“I mean it. You’re gonna graduate, get your degree, all that shit.” His fingers squeeze your side lightly. “That matters.”

You look up at him. “You sound like a dad.”

“I’m trying to help you.”

“You’re lecturing me.”

“I’m trying to be a good influence.”

You stare at him for a second before sighing loudly and burying your face against his chest again.

“I still hate everybody.”

“That’s okay,” he says easily, pressing a kiss into your hair.

You’re half sprawled on top of him now, your cheek pressed against his chest while his hand keeps moving up and down your back. The late afternoon light coming through his curtains makes the room feel warm and sleepy.

Until the thought hits you.

“I wanna smoke.”

Riki reacts immediately. Like genuinely immediately.

“Okay.”

You snort softly at how fast he says it.

He shifts underneath you, rolling onto his side to reach into his nightstand drawer. You hear the cluttering sound of him moving random things around, lighter, charger, loose receipts, wrappers probably. But then it goes quiet.

“The fuck?”

You lift your head slightly.

Riki’s brows furrow as he digs around harder. “Wait.”

You watch him pull the drawer out further.

Empty.

His whole expression changes instantly. Not fully panicked yet, but close enough that it makes you start smiling already.

“No way,” he mutters.

Without warning, he slips out from underneath you and gets off the bed fast enough to make it bounce. He opens his underwear drawer next, shoving things around aggressively before pulling out a small box hidden beneath his boxers.

Empty too.

“Oh my god,” he says under his breath.

You’re fully entertained now, just laying there watching him spiral.

He checks his backpack next. Nothing.

“What the fuck?” he says again, louder this time. “Nah nah nah.”

You’re trying not to laugh.

Riki turns to look at you with genuine concern in his eyes now.

“I think my mom took my stash.”

That makes you snort. But he doesn’t laugh at all.

His jaw tightens while he runs both hands through his hair, already stressed.

“Riki,” you say between laughs, “are you serious—”

“This isn’t funny.”

“It kinda is.”

“No, it’s really not.”

He’s already leaving the room before you can answer, and he leaves the door wide open behind him. You hear his footsteps down the stairs before his voice carries faintly through the house.

“Mom?”

“In the kitchen!”

You sit up slightly on the bed, immediately listening.

Riki walks into the kitchen trying to sound casual.

“Mom… were you in my room earlier?”

“Yes,” his mom answers easily. “Why?”

“Did you… take something?”

“Your drugs?”

Riki clicks his tongue. “It’s just weed.”

“And weed is still drugs. And it still makes the entire house smell.”

“Mom.”

“No, seriously,” she continues. “I’m tired of the smell. And I don’t want you doing that stuff all day.”

“You can’t just take my stuff.”

“I absolutely can if it’s in my house.”

“It’s my money you threw away, good quality shit,” he argues back, frustration slipping into his voice now. “Do you know how much was in there?”

“Maybe if you went to school instead of selling weed—”

“Oh my god.”

“You’re twenty years old, Riki.”

“And paying for my own stuff.”

“With drug money.”

He lets out a sharp exhale through his nose, clearly realizing the conversation is going nowhere.

“This is crazy,” he mutters.

Then you hear his footsteps coming back upstairs.

The second he walks back into the room, he looks miserable. You’re already grinning.

“She threw it away,” he complains immediately, throwing himself dramatically onto the bed beside you. “Everything.”

“I heard.”

“This is fucked up.”

You laugh softly while he lays there staring at the ceiling like his life is over.

“My own mother robbing me.”

“She’s probably trying to save your future.”

“She threw away like—” He cuts himself off with another annoyed groan. “I don’t even know— a lot of fucking money.”

Still smiling, you move closer again, half laying over him comfortably while he keeps muttering complaints under his breath.

Your hand slides across his side. Then pauses. There’s something in the pocket of his hoodie.

You feel the slight crinkle of plastic underneath the fabric. Riki notices your expression immediately.

“…What?”

Instead of answering, you slip your hand into his hoodie pocket.

“Oh shit.”

You pull out the tiny plastic bag slowly between two fingers. Then your grin spreads immediately.

“Oh my god, thank—”

“We’re not smoking that.”

He snatches it from your hand before you can even finish.

You stare at him.

“Riki.”

“It’s for a client.”

You let out an actual laugh. “Be forreal.”

“I am forreal.”

“Fuck your client.”

“My client is how I make money.”

“Your client can survive one night without weed.”

“He already paid.”

You roll your eyes dramatically before settling between on top of his legs while he keeps the bag out of reach.

“So refund him.”

“Refund him?” He laughs under his breath. “That’s not how that works.”

Your fingers start moving absentmindedly over his stomach through the thin tank top while you speak, nails lightly scratching against the fabric.

“You’re acting like it’s ten kilos.”

“I’m being responsible.”

You snort loudly at that word.

“Responsible.”

“Yes.”

“You skipped like an entire month of school.”

“I’m still enrolled.”

Your hand slides lower against his waist slowly.

“C’monnnn.” you murmur. “I had the worst day.”

“You say that every day.”

“Because people test me every day.”

“Mhm.”

“And now you’re sitting here gatekeeping weed from me.”

“I’m not gatekeeping.”

“You are, though.”

His hand settles on your thigh automatically, fingers squeezing once while he watches you with narrowed eyes.

“You’re manipulative as hell, i hope you know that.”

You tilt your head innocently. “What? I’m just talking.”

“Yeah?” he says. “That’s why your hands are all over me.”

“Maybe because you look good.”

You lean closer while talking, fingers trailing underneath the hem of his tank top just slightly, feeling the warmth of his skin underneath.

Riki exhales slowly through his nose.

“Manipulative”

“And you’re still not giving me the weed.”

He shakes his head, but he’s already losing. You can tell.

“Imagine,” you continue casually, “choosing some random stoner over your sexy girlfriend after she suffered through six hours hell.”

“Hell?”

“Yes.”

“You’re insane.”

“And sober,” you remind him. “Which is your fault.”

That finally makes him laugh. You immediately take advantage of it, reaching for the bag again. He pulls it away last second.

“Riki,” you groan.

“No.”

“Why are you acting like this is life or death?”

“Because my mom already murdered my business today.”

You roll your eyes before shifting even closer into his lap until your face is right near his. Your hands slide up his chest while you talk softly, your lips hovering above his.

“You like me more than your client, right?”

Then he squints at you. “You’re so full of shit.”

“But am I wrong?”

His hand tightens on your thigh again while he stares at your lips for a second too long.

You already know you won.

“If this dude starts blowing up my phone later, I’m blaming you.”

You smile slowly. “So we’re smoking?”

“Pleaseeee. I know you want it too.” 

He exhales slowly, staring at the tiny bag in his hand like he’s mourning it already.

“Fine.”

“Yesssss.”

You grin immediately and kiss his cheek fast before he can change his mind.

“Love you.”

“Yeah yeah,” he mutters. “You love my weed.”

Riki keeps muttering under his breath about loss while he rolls onto his side toward the nightstand.

You grin to yourself, while he pulls open the drawer again and starts gathering everything he needs. Grinder. Papers. Lighter.

You laugh softly and sit up against the headboard while he settles beside you cross-legged, focused now.

His rings glint under the golden sunlight while he breaks the weed apart between his fingers. You watch him quietly while he works, music humming softly in the background from his speaker.

There’s something stupidly attractive about watching him roll.

Maybe it’s the concentration on his face. The silver chain resting against his throat. The way his hoodie slips down slightly off one shoulder while he leans forward.

He finishes rolling the blunt with a small nod to himself before licking the edge closed carefully. Then he grabs the lighter, sparks it once, twice, before the tip finally glows orange.

The smell fills the room almost instantly.

Riki takes the first hit automatically, checking the burn, then passes it over to you.

You take it from him slowly, inhaling deep while he gets off the bed.

The smoke settles warm in your lungs while you watch him move around the room. He cracks the window open first, then turns the music up slightly louder.

You exhale toward the ceiling with a long satisfied sigh before letting yourself fall backward onto his bed dramatically.

“Oh my god.”

Riki laughs quietly while climbing back onto the mattress.

“That good?”

“Mhm.”

He takes the blunt back from your fingers and leans against the headboard beside you. You watch him inhale slowly before he tilts his head back slightly, doing a french inhale.

You narrow your eyes.

“Okay show off.”

He grins lazily. “You wish you could do that.”

“I literally can.”

“You can’t.”

You grab at the blunt immediately. “Give it.”

He laughs again but hands it over.

Riki’s eyes are getting red, eyelids hanging lower, his movements slower. And you can feel yourself melting into the mattress more every second.

You move closer without really thinking about it, thigh pressing against his while you take another hit.

“Does your mom know I smoke with you?” You ask quietly.

Riki immediately lets out a short laugh.

“No.”

“Why’d you laugh like that?”

“Because she’d actually kill me.”

You grin slightly. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” He takes the blunt back. “She already hates that I smoke. If she found out I got you smoking too?” He shakes his head. “I’d never survive.”

“You didn’t get me smoking.”

“You met me because I sold to you.”

“Okay.”

He points at you with the blunt. “Exactly.”

You laugh quietly while laying your head against his shoulder.

“She thinks I’m a bad influence already,” he says.

“You are a bad influence.”

“Maybe.”

Riki takes another hit before continuing, words slower now.

“One time she caught me smoking in the garage and made me deep clean the whole house for like two days.”

“No way.”

“I’m serious.” He looks genuinely offended remembering it. “She took my car keys too.”

You start laughing harder.

“She said if I wanted to ‘act grown’ then I could start doing grown people chores.”

He rolls his eyes lazily before nudging your leg with his knee.

“What about your parents? They know?”

You think for a second.

“I don’t think so.”

“Not even about me?”

“They know you’re my boyfriend,” you say vaguely.

You grin.

“I just don’t think they know you deal.”

“And the smoking?”

You shrug lightly. “My mom definitely suspects something sometimes.”

“She ever ask?”

“Once.”

“What’d you say?”

“That my eyes were red because I was tired.”

Riki immediately starts laughing.

“That’s such bullshit.”

“She believed me.”

“No she didn’t.”

“She did.”

“She chose to believe you,” he corrects.

You smile a little at that because honestly, he’s probably right.

The conversation slowly drifts after that. Neither of you talking much anymore.

The weed settles heavier into your body until everything feels warm and slow and comfortable. The music sounds better. His room feels warmer and you get clingy.

Your hands keep finding him without even thinking about it.

Resting on his chest. Sliding under his hoodie. Fingers tracing over the rings on his hands. Playing with the chain around his neck. Touching his arm, his stomach, his jaw.

Riki notices eventually.

“You’re attached to me right now.”

“Mhm.”

He smiles lazily, eyes half closed now while you curl fully against him.

“So cute.”

One of your legs thrown over his again. Your face pressed into the side of his neck.

His hand drifts slowly up and down your back while the room stays quiet except for the music and your soft occasional laughter at literally nothing.

Your entire horrible day feels far away now.

The blunt is almost done by now. Just one hit left. You take the last hit slowly, inhaling deep.

“Baby,” Riki says quietly.

You look at him. He just tilts his head slightly, eyes flicking toward your mouth.

Oh. A small grin pulls at your lips immediately.

Without a word, you shift up, swinging one leg over his lap so you’re sitting on top of him properly. His back presses against the bedframe while his hands settle automatically on your hips.

You lean down close. Then slowly exhale the smoke into his mouth.

Riki inhales instantly, eyes fixed on your lips the entire time.

You stay close after, barely pulling away.

His gaze drags over your face lazily before he turns his head slightly to the side to exhale the smoke away from you. One hand reaches toward the nightstand blindly, dropping the finished blunt into the glass of water beside the bed with a quiet sizzle.

Then he looks back at you and kisses you immediately.

His lips warm against yours while your arms slide around his neck automatically. The kiss tastes faintly like smoke, his hand moving up your side underneath your hoodie while he pulls you closer against him.

Your fingers slip into the hair at the back of his neck.

His hand is sliding up your throat gently, thumb brushing your jaw while he deepens the kiss.

You breathe out softly against his mouth when his other hand moves lower, dragging down your waist before settling on your ass with a firm squeeze.

His tongue pushes into your mouth while his grip tightens slightly, guiding your hips forward instinctively. Then back, then forward again, while softly humming into the kiss.

The movement makes heat curl low in your stomach instantly.

He has his hands all over you like he can’t decide where he wants them most.

One hand squeezing your thigh now. The other still holding your waist, moving you against him in a way that has your head getting fuzzier by the second.

Then—

A knock.

“Riki.”

You both freeze instantly. 

You practically launch yourself off his lap while Riki looks down at his crotch and quickly adjusts his joggers to hide something.

You drop back onto the bed casually, grabbing your phone like you’ve been doing absolutely nothing suspicious.

Riki starts aggressively waving his hand through the air trying to clear the smoke, muttering a quiet “shit” under his breath.

“Yeah?” he calls out.

His mom opens the door. The second she steps inside, her face twists immediately.

“Oh my god.”

Riki sighs dramatically already.

“It smells disgusting in here.”

Riki shrugs. You bite the inside of your cheek hard to stop yourself from laughing.

His mom looks around the room with visible disappointment before glaring at him again.

“I just told you about this earlier.”

Riki scoffs quietly, slouching further against the headboard. “Okay.”

“Don’t ‘okay’ me.”

He stays quiet this time. Probably because arguing more would make her stay longer.

Thankfully, she moves on with another sigh.

“Anyway, I’m going out to dinner with a friend later, so you two need to figure out food yourselves.”

“Okay.”

“And clean this room.”

Riki looks around lazily at the disaster surrounding him.

“It is clean, mom.”

His mom stares at him in disbelief. She shakes her head like she’s exhausted with him. Then she turns and walks out. Leaving the door completely open behind her.

“Mom!” Riki calls after her immediately. “Close the door.”

She ignores him completely and keeps walking downstairs.

He drops his head back against the wall with an annoyed groan.

“You see how nobody respects me in this house?”

He rolls his eyes while you crawl closer again, reaching up to grab his face with both hands. You squish his cheeks together dramatically, lips pursed in fake pity.

“Awww,” you say mockingly. “Poor baby. Mommy yelled at you again?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles through squished cheeks.

“This,” he says while pulling your hands away, “is why I smoke. My mom stresses me out.”

“She just told you to clean your room.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s normal.”

“It’s already clean.”

You slowly turn your head to look around the room. Then back at him.

“Is it?”

“Yes.”

The disbelief on your face makes him scoff instantly.

“It is.”

“Riki.”

“What?”

You narrow your eyes at him before suddenly leaning over the side of the bed.

Riki reacts immediately. He grabs your waist trying to pull you back before you can look underneath, but he’s too slow.

You already see everything. The laundry basket tipped completely over, half the clothes spilled out across the floor underneath the bed. Empty water bottles. A pizza box. Random chargers. One sock hanging off something.

And… you slowly reach down with two fingers.

You hold up a pair of grey Calvin Klein boxers delicately like they’re contaminated.

“You’re disgusting.”

He clicks his tongue and snatches them from your fingers fast and throws them back underneath the bed aggressively.

“Stop looking under there.”

You ignore him completely.

Still bent over the side of the bed, you keep inspecting his mess pile while Riki flops back dramatically behind you.

“Leave my room alone.” he says, laughing under his breath.

“There’s enough water bottles under here to survive an apocalypse.”

“I was gonna throw them away.”

“When? Next year?”

He grabs your ankle, trying to drag you back up onto the bed.

“Come here.”

“No, I’m investigating.”

Your eyes catch on something small shoved further back underneath the bed.

You pull it out quietly.

A pair of pink panties. You recognize them instantly because you’ve been wondering where they disappeared to weeks ago.

But instead of saying that, you just stare at them for a second.

Then slowly sit back up onto the bed.

Riki’s still relaxed at first, watching you casually.

Until you look at him.

“Riki,” you say slowly.

“Hm?”

“Are you cheating on me?”

The change in his expression is immediate.

“What?”

You hold up the panties silently, keeping your face completely serious.

Riki stares at them for one second before scoffing.

“Baby, those are yours.”

You don’t answer. Just keep staring at him.

“You literally left those here.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did.”

“I’ve never seen those in my life.”

He snorts. “Okay.”

“I’m serious.”

“You’re lying.”

You shrug lightly. “Am I?”

Riki still looks entertained at first, completely unconcerned while he reaches for his phone beside him.

“They’re yours y/n.”

“I think I’d remember my own underwear.”

He glances over at you again.

You’re still staring at him with the exact same serious expression. No smile, no laugh.Nothing.

The amusement slowly starts fading from his face. Riki sits up a little straighter now.

“Are you being serious right now?”

You look down at the panties in your hands dramatically before looking back at him.

“I don’t know, Riki. Should I be?”

“Baby,” he says immediately, now fully paying attention. “That is literally yours.”

“But what if it’s not?”

He stares at you for another second, trying to figure out if you’re joking.

Then his phone gets tossed aside completely.

“Baby— what?.” He moves closer fast, hands immediately finding your face. “Why would I cheat on you?”

You bite the inside of your cheek trying not to laugh.

“You think I’d do that?”

You shrug again.

Riki looks genuinely stressed now.

“No, seriously.” His thumbs brush against your cheeks while he searches your face. “I would never do that to you.”

Your expression almost breaks right there.

“I promise you that.” he says softer now. 

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“You’re the only girl that’s ever in my room.”

That one nearly makes you lose it. Especially because he sounds so sincere.

His brows are pulled together now, eyes low and worried while he keeps holding your face close.

“I’d never cheat on you,” he says again quietly. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You can’t hold it anymore.

“Hahaaaaa— gotcha.”

Riki freezes. Then realization slowly washes over his face.

“I knew it.”

You’re laughing so hard now you almost fall sideways off the bed.

“Oh my god, your face—”

“Get out of here with your fuckass pranks.”

“I got you so stressed.” you wheeze. “You got all serious—”

You keep laughing while mocking his voice.

“Baby, I’d never cheat on you.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re the only girl in my room.”

Riki shoves you hard enough to make you flop backward onto the mattress while he falls back beside you dramatically.

“You’re annoying as fuck.”

You’re still laughing.

“You looked so scared.”

“You kept staring at me like you were about to cry.”

You roll on top of him immediately, still grinning while he tries to stay annoyed.

It doesn’t work very well. Especially not when you start kissing his face repeatedly. One on his cheek. Another near his jaw. Then the corner of his mouth.

“Sorry,” you laugh against his skin.

“No you’re not.”

“I’m kinda sorry.”

“Mhm.”

You kiss him again anyway, arms wrapping around his neck. He’s still shaking his head.

“Actually can’t stand you,” he mutters.

But he’s smiling when he says it.

You’re still laughing when you lean down to kiss him again. And again and again.

Riki tries to stay annoyed, but you can literally feel him fighting a smile underneath your mouth every time you kiss the corner of his lips.

“Don’t be mad,” you mumble against his cheek.

You poke his face.

“Riki.”

He grabs your wrist immediately. “Stop poking me.”

“I’ve never seen you that stressed in my life.” you continue, grinning down at him.

“I could tell you were joking.”

“Aww,” you tease again, lightly squishing his face. “Did you?’

“I don’t like you.”

“You do.”

You kiss him again before squishing his cheek one more time.

“Don’t be mad.”

“I’m warning you right now.”

You ignore him completely.

Another poke.

“Baby—”

Another kiss.

“Don’t be—”

Suddenly his hands grab your waist hard.

You barely have time to yelp before he flips you over completely, throwing you onto the mattress with a laugh.

“Riki!”

“There,” he says while climbing over you fast. “Got you.”

You’re still laughing when he pins both your wrists above your head with one hand.

He leans down and bites lightly at your neck with a playful growl that makes you yell immediately.

Riki grins against your skin before suddenly attacking your sides with his free hand.

“You were asking for it.”

You scream instantly.

“RIKI—”

“You thought you were funny?”

“STOP—”

He keeps tickling you, fingers everywhere now while you twist underneath him laughing so hard you can barely breathe. Your legs kick against the bed uselessly while he keeps your wrists pinned easily.

“Talking all that shit,” he says through his own laughter. “Now look at you.”

“STOP—”

“No.”

“PLEASE—”

“Say sorry.”

“I— I DID!”

“Say it properly.”

You can barely get words out between laughing.

He keeps going. Tickling your stomach now, your sides, under your arms, everywhere he knows makes you lose your mind.

You’re literally crying laughing at this point.

“Okay okay— sorry!”

“What was that?”

“Sorry!!”

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry Riki!”

Finally he stops.Both of you breathing hard now.

Riki looks down at you smugly while still pinning your wrists above your head. Then he leans down and kisses the side of your jaw once before letting go completely.

“That’s what I thought. Good girl.”

You glare at him and immediately kick his leg one last time.

He laughs while rolling off you.

You just lay there dramatically trying to recover, chest rising and falling while your face hurts from laughing.

“Oh my god,” you groan.

“You started it.”

“You almost killed me.”

You stare at the ceiling for another few quiet seconds before your stomach growls loudly.

Riki immediately snorts.

“…I’m hungry.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

He stretches lazily before sitting up, hoodie riding up slightly, giving you a peek of the tattoo on his side.

“Get up then.” He says while reaching over to tap your thigh.

You follow him downstairs.

You hop up onto the kitchen counter while Riki starts checking for food. The fridge first. 

He stares inside for a few seconds. “Why do we only have ingredients?”

He starts pulling random things out dramatically.

Spinach. Eggs. Sauce. Half a cucumber.

“You could cook.”

“I’m not cooking.”

You roll your eyes.

Next he checks the cabinets. Same problem. Pasta. Rice. Random canned stuff.

“What even is this.”

You laugh softly from the counter while swinging your legs.

Then he opens the freezer.

“Oh wait.”

You sit up slightly.

“What?”

“I found some pizza.”

“Oh my god.”

Riki pulls it outThen flips it over.

His face immediately drops.

“Nevermind.”

“What?”

“This shit expired two years ago?! Jezus Christ, mom.”

You burst out laughing.

“This house has no food and no weed,” he complains dramatically while walking toward the trash. “Unbelievable.”

“You’re so spoiled.”

He opens the trash bin to throw away the pizza. Then freezes.

“…No fucking way.”

You blink at him. “What?”

“Baby.”

The tone of his voice makes you hop off the counter immediately.

“What?”

Riki slowly turns the trash bin toward you.

Your eyes widen instantly.

His stash. All of it. Still sealed up in bags, sitting right there untouched because apparently his mom had just thrown it out without opening anything.

“Oh shit.”

Riki genuinely looks emotional.

“She didn’t throw it out.”

You start laughing immediately while he grabs the bags out of the trash like he’s rescuing lost treasure.

“No way,” he keeps saying in disbelief. “No fucking way.”

Riki suddenly grabs your waist and lifts you right off the floor effortlessly, making you laugh louder while he kisses you hard.

“You don’t understand,” he says against your lips, grinning like an idiot now. “We’re about to have a goood time.”

You’re still smiling when you hop back up onto the kitchen counter, watching Riki reorganize his recovered stash on the counter.

“I want sushi.”

Riki looks over immediately.

“You want sushi?” he repeats, stepping closer until he’s standing between your legs.

“Mhm.”

You hook your ankles loosely behind him while he leans in just enough to kiss you once.

“Then we’re getting sushi.”

“Exactly.”

He pulls his phone out with one hand while the other settles around your lower back automatically, keeping you close against him while he opens a delivery app.

“What rolls do you want?”

You lean forward immediately to watch.

“That one.”

“Ooo wait,” you say, pointing at the screen. “Get California rolls.”

Riki adds it without argument.

“And spicy salmon.”

Tap.

“And those fried ones.”

“The crunchy ones?”

“Yeah.”

Still, he scrolls until you nod.

“Those.”

He adds them too.

One of your hands drifts into his hair while he orders, fingers scratching lightly at the back of his neck.  You keep commenting on random things while he adds literally everything you mention without complaint.

“Get gyoza too.”

“Okay.”

“And mochi.”

“You don’t even like mochi that much.”

“Yes I do.”

“You eat like two bites.”

“I like mochi. Riki.” You say, not sure if you’re trying to convince him or yourself.

Riki laughs quietly under his breath and adds it anyway, he glances at the total and finally looks up at you.

“I think we got enough.”

You immediately shake your head.

“No.”

“Baby.”

“We get hungry when we’re high.”

“That’s already enough food for a family of four.”

“And?”

He stares at you for a second.

Then sighs dramatically and adds another roll anyway.

“There. Happy?”

“Very.”

“You use me financially.”

“Correct.”

He snorts softly before finally placing the order.

The second the confirmation screen pops up he tosses his phone onto the counter beside you.

“There,” he says, reaching for the weed beside you, “you ready to get faded or what?”

He dangles one of the little bags of weed in front of you teasingly.

You glance at it, then shake your head.

“Not yet.”

Riki raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

“I don’t want it to wear off before the food gets here.”

That makes him laugh immediately.

You’re still sitting on the counter while he steps even closer between your legs again, his hands settle on either side of your thighs.

“Baby,” he says amused, “you do not gotta worry about that.”

You smile slightly at his tone already.

He leans in closer.

“This shit’s strong,” he murmurs near your lips. “It’ll have you stoned for hours.”

The way he says it makes warmth spread through you instantly.

You smile against his mouth before kissing him softly just for a few seconds. When you pull back, you’re still smiling a little.

“The other one worked pretty fast though.”

Riki chuckles quietly.

“Yeah baby, that was like less than half a blunt.”

“Mhm.”

“And my mom interrupted us halfway through.”

You laugh softly and lightly push his shoulder.

“Stop talking shit about your mom.”

By the time you both end up outside in the backyard, the sky is starting to darken just slightly.

You curl one leg underneath yourself on the gray lounge sofa in the cornerwhile Riki sits beside you, immediately pulling out the recovered stash again.

The second he opens the bag, the smell hits instantly.

“Jeez,” you say, wrinkling your nose slightly.

Riki just nods while breaking it apart between his fingers.

“Told you,” he says proudly. “This the good stuff.”

You eye the weed suspiciously.

“I don’t wanna green out again.”

That makes him laugh under his breath.

“You’re not gonna green out.”

“You said that last time too.”

“And you were fine.”

“I thought my heart stopped.”

Riki grins and reaches over to pat your head.

“You’ll be fine, baby. I promise.”

He ignores that, focused on rolling now.

His rings click softly against the lighter beside him while he works. You watch him carefully pack the joint before sealing it shut.

“Oh, by the way.”

“Mhm?”

“When the food gets here, you gotta open the door.”

You blink. “Why?”

You stare at him for a second.

“Riki.”

He just grins to himself while lighting the tip.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“…Okay?”

You shake your head at him while he hands you the finished joint.

You bring it to your lips automatically, cupping your hand around the end while you light it carefully against the slight evening breeze.

The orange glow flickers against your face for a second.

Riki watches you.

“You look sexy when you do that.”

You smile at him while inhaling. He laughs softly and lights his own.

You take another long hit confidently this time. Immediate mistake.

The smoke hits the back of your throat so harshly you start coughing instantly.

“Fuck—”

“I told you it’s strong.”

You cough harder.

His hand lands on your back, rubbing slowly between your shoulders.

“You good?”

“Mhm,” you manage weakly between coughs.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He still keeps rubbing your back though, grinning to himself while you recover.

The joints burn slowly while the conversation drifts lazily from topic to topic. Sometimes one of you talks. Sometimes neither of you does.

Your body starts feeling heavier against the couch cushions while Riki’s eyes get visibly lower every time he looks over at you.

Then the doorbell rings faintly inside the house.

Neither of you reacts.

A few seconds later it rings again. Still nothing.

By the third ring, your eyes widen slightly.

“Oh shit.”

You quickly lean forward to put your joint in the ashtray, but you just kind of drop it sideways carelessly.

Riki immediately hisses under his breath.

“Baby—”

“What?”

“You gotta put it down properly.”

He fixes it quickly before it burns unevenly, muttering to himself while adjusting it.

“Now you gotta relight it later. Wasting my shit.”

By the time you get to the front door, your eyes already feel warm and heavy.

You pull it open.

The delivery guy looks down at his phone first.

Then at you.

Then back at the phone again with visible hesitation.

“Order for…” He squints slightly. “Princess?”

You freeze.

The delivery guy looks awkward now.

“…Is that you?”

“Oh.” You smile awkwardly. “Yup... that’s me.”

He hands over the food while clearly trying not to react.

“Enjoy.”

“Thanks.”

The second you walk back outside, Riki’s smiling so hard he can barely hold it together.

“Order for princess?” you repeat flatly.

That immediately makes him laugh.

“You’re ridiculous.”

He shrugs innocently, still grinning.

“That’s what you are right? Ordering half the menu on my costs.”

“So?”

“So princess behavior.”

You shake your head while sitting back beside him with the food bags.

Riki laughs quietly while watching you unpack everything onto the outdoor table.

Containers everywhere. Soy sauce packets. Mochi. Chopsticks. You arrange everything carefully while he watches you with low amused eyes.

Then he hands your joint back to you.

“Smoke first.”

“I’m hungry.”

“It’ll taste better after.”

You look at him.

“Trust me.”

You sigh.

“Alright. But let me unpack first.”

Riki just leans back against the couch watching you continue organizing all the food until everything’s spread out perfectly across the table.

Only then do you finally put the joint back between your lips.

“Here,” you mumble.

Riki leans in with the lighter, one hand instinctively cupping near your face while he relights it for you.

Then he takes his own joint again.

Time starts getting weird after that. The world feels softer while the backyard lights blur slightly golden against your vision.

Riki’s head is tipped back slightly, eyes red and barely open anymore.

You’re not much better. Every movement feels delayed.

The sushi sitting on the table in front of you somehow looks like the best thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

And when you glance over at Riki, he’s already looking at you. Slow grin spreading across his face.

The second you take the first bite of sushi, your eyes widen dramatically.

“Oh my god.”

Riki’s already chewing on his own food beside you when you point at the tray.

“This tastes fucking amazing.”

Your words come out half muffled because you’re already stuffing another piece into your mouth.

Riki starts laughing immediately.

“You look crazy right now.”

“No seriously,” you say through another bite, “this is like… life changing.”

“Mhm,” he agrees lazily. “Told you.”

The weed is hitting hard now. Everything tastes better.

The soy sauce somehow tastes richer. The crunchy fried rolls are so good they piss you off a little. Even the stupid little ginger slices are suddenly very good.

“This is the best sushi I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

At one point you groan loud while chewing and let your head fall back dramatically against the couch.

Riki loses it.

“You sound like you’re getting fucked.”

“No. This better than getting fucked.”

Riki starts laughing so hard he nearly chokes on rice.

You laugh too immediately even though neither of you even knows what’s funny anymore.

The conversation keeps breaking apart halfway through because both of you get distracted constantly.

Riki reaches for a fried roll.

Misses the soy sauce completely. Still eats it.

You stare at him.

“You didn’t dip it, baby.”

“Huh?”

“You missed.”

He looks down slowly.

“Oh.”

Then both of you start laughing again for absolutely no reason.

At some point you try using chopsticks and completely fail because your movements feel delayed.

“You’re holding them wrong,” Riki says.

“No I’m not.”

“You look like you don’t know what planet you’re on right now.”

Eventually the table is a complete mess and both of you are completely gone.

You fall back dramatically against the couch cushions with a groan.

“I’m so full.”

Riki leans back beside you with heavy eyes.

“Same.”

The backyard feels unreal now.

The sun is setting lower, turning the sky orange and pink while the grass somehow looks very green.

You stare at it for a long moment.

“Why does the grass look like… that?”

Riki turns his head slowly. “Like what?”

“So green.”

He squints at the lawn for a few seconds.

“…Damn.”

“Right?”

“Yeah.”

You nod seriously.

“This is the best weed ever.”

“Mhm.”

“My eyelashes are tingling.”

That makes him laugh quietly.

You keep talking very slowly.

“And the sky is like…” You gesture vaguely upward. “Orange. But like… not normal orange.”

Your thoughts are drifting around faster than your mouth can keep up.

“And the clouds are so…” You trail off completely.

“So what?”

“…Nevermind.”

“You forgot?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re so stoned.”

You look over at him slowly.

“You are too.”

“I can handle it better.” he says immediately. 

Riki grins lazily beside you before grabbing his phone and putting music on. The sound plays quietly through the backyard while the sky gets darker by the minute.

The weed makes both of you ridiculously affectionate.

Your hand keeps finding his automatically. Or his hoodie. Or his chain.

You’re halfway in his lap again without even realizing it.

Riki doesn’t seem any better. One arm permanently around your waist now. Fingers tracing patterns against your side. Pulling you closer every few minutes like he forgot you’re already on top of him.

At some point he just starts staring at you.

You notice eventually.

“What?”

“You’re so cute when you’re high.”

“You say that every time.”

“Cause it’s true. You get all slow.”

“You’re slow too.”

“Yeah but I’m still functioning.”

The night settles around you slowly.

The air gets colder. The backyard lights turn on automatically above you. Music still humming softly in the background.

Eventually you both end up laying down across the lounge couch together.

You’re tucked between his long legs with your head resting on his chest, arms folded underneath your chin w.

Riki’s hand moves slowly through your hair.

Everything feels warm and comfortable. Your eyes keep slipping shut.

Riki says something eventually, voice low and sleepy above you.

You don’t answer.

A few seconds pass then he nudges you lightly.

“Hey, I’m talking to you.”

Nothing.

“Princess.”

Riki lifts his head slightly to look down at you properly.

Your mouth is slightly open against his chest, breathing slow and even.

Completely asleep.

He stares for a second before quietly chuckling to himself.

His hand brushes gently through your hair one last time before his eyes close too.

A while later, the back door slides open softly.

Riki’s mom steps inside the dark kitchen first, kicking her shoes off quietly before setting her bag down on the counter.

The house is silent.

She frowns slightly.

“Riki?”

No answer.

“Y/n?”

She glances toward the backyard when she notices the faint music still playing outside. With a small sigh, she walks over and slides the door open further.

You and Riki are completely passed out.

Riki’s sprawled against the couch cushions with his head tilted to the side, one arm still wrapped around your waist in his sleep. His other hand is tangled loosely in your hair like he fell asleep petting it.

And you’re curled against his chest, tucked between his legs comfortably, breathing slow and peaceful.

Both of you look exhausted but very cute together.

For a second she just stands there quietly watching.

“Oh gosh,” she mutters under her breath, her eyes barely tearing up.

It’s kind of thing she’d probably take a picture of if she wasn’t actively trying to stay annoyed at her son.

She’s already about to leave you both alone when her eyes drift toward the table beside the couch.

The ashtray.

Two finished joints resting inside.

Her mouth flattens immediately.

“Oh my god.”

She clicks her tongue softly while looking back at the two of you asleep.

“You two…”

Riki just pulls you slightly closer unconsciously in his sleep.

His mom shakes her head slowly before heading back inside. The kitchen light flicks on and that’s when she notices the counter.

Several bags. Very recognizable bags, filled with weed.

All spread across the kitchen counter exactly where Riki had left them earlier.

She slowly closes her eyes.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

She walks over immediately, picking one up between two fingers with visible disbelief.

“So he went into the trash for it too,” she mutters to herself.

Another annoyed sigh leaves her while she grabs the box of trash bags from underneath the sink.

This time, she empties every single bag out of the packaging directly into the garbage.

No saving it now.

Just straight into old food, napkins, banana peels and whatever else is already sitting in there.

She ties the trash bag shut tightly afterward. Then looks toward the backyard again through the glass door.

Riki sleeping peacefully with you in his arms, completely unaware that his mom is throwing out his beloved weed stash… again.

⊹

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[taty-02z]

࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝐵𝑜𝑛 𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑡: 𝑃. 𝐽𝑆

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟChef! Jongseong x Boss’s Daughter! Reader: enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, p in v, rough sex, oral sex, dirty talk, kitchen sex, power dynamics, spanking, MDNI.

Jongseong rubbed his face with a frustration that threatened to overflow, digging his fingers into his skin as he tried in vain to cling to the last scraps of sanity he had left. Then he grabbed a cloth and began wiping the counter with rough, almost violent strokes, as if the aggressive friction of the fabric was the only thing holding his rage in check. It was nearly eleven at night, and with the President away at a diplomatic event, the hallways of the Blue House were sunk in a sepulchral silence, broken only by the discreet presence of the security. In this isolating atmosphere, Jongseong felt himself slowly descending into madness, trapped in an empty kitchen where his only overwhelming duty was to attend exclusively to you.

He couldn’t stop clenching his teeth every time the memory of your attitude resurfaced in his mind. He was sick of your behavior, and especially of that spoiled little girl’s palate that always found a reason to belittle his work. What truly wounded his pride was that a brat with zero experience dared to trample on the ego he had built through years of sacrifice in the world’s best kitchens. On top of that, confusion had been devouring him since the night before: how the hell had he ended up kissing you in that nightclub? Clearly, he had lost his mind the moment he touched his boss’s insufferable daughter—especially after you had gone out of your way to be even more unbearable than usual today.

Suddenly, he tossed the cloth aside and approached to taste a bite of the last dish you had sent back. In that instant, heat surged to his head almost unbearably. Even though he hadn’t even wanted to look at the second plate when it was returned, curiosity finally won out—only to confirm there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. The dish was perfect, which only spiked his irritation further. With a bitter grimace, he began packing up every bite you had rejected, intending to share it with someone who could actually appreciate it before heading home.

He set the bags aside with his things and headed to the sink. He washed his hands with automatic movements, muscles tense, while his mind already jumped to the final task of the day: the gooey brownies you liked so much. He had never been fond of desserts; they weren’t his thing. But ever since he arrived at this house, they had become essential. Because you knew exactly how to make him doubt himself, how to make him want to please you even with something as simple as sugar and chocolate. Desserts were his last resort. The only way to shut you up, to make you smile even for a second, to catch a breath amid all the provocation.

Yet as he poured the batter into the mold, rage clouded his judgment. Because even though he hated you—or at least tried to—he still wanted you to look at him. To acknowledge him. To, for once, give him something other than contempt.

He was just about to taste the mixture when the air in the kitchen shifted, betraying the unmistakable weight of your presence. Footsteps echoed down the stairs, and because his mind had memorized that rhythm like a warning, he didn’t need to turn around to know it was you. He recognized you by the way you walked—as if claiming every inch of floor beneath your feet—a pattern that triggered an instinctive reaction in his body. His shoulders tensed while, inevitably, a shiver ran down his spine, raising every hair on the back of his neck.

Only you could provoke that ridiculous, inexplicable contradiction in him. A corrosive mix of rejection and attraction. As if his body knew something he still refused to accept. Because none of it made sense. Not after all the times you had humiliated, challenged, and ridiculed him. Yet there he was—confused, furious, alert, and trapped. As if he desired you precisely because of everything he couldn’t stand about you.

“How much longer do I have to wait for the dessert?” you asked, in that lazy, venomous tone, as if you weren’t the one who had sent back two perfect plates just hours earlier.

He didn’t turn around immediately. He took a slow breath, as if trying to swallow his rage, the tension, or that treacherous urge to turn just to look at you. His hands kept stirring the mixture with a calm he didn’t feel at all.

“I didn’t know you were suddenly an expert in baking times,” he finally replied, his voice rough and restrained, as if biting back every word was the only way not to spit them at you. “Remind me exactly how much time I had to focus on it?”

He turned his face just enough to catch your arrogant smile reflected in the metal of the refrigerator. That damn smile that unsettled him as much as it provoked him.

“So now it’s my fault?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow as you sauntered unhurriedly toward the counter. “You should’ve figured out how to finish it while fixing your mistake.”

You leaned in slightly, eyeing the bowl with disdain, as if the mere fact that the dessert wasn’t ready was a personal offense.

“I’m not even surprised. Whatever. I don’t want it anymore.”

He set the whisk down on the table with a sharp thud. It wasn’t accidental.

“Of course you don’t want it,” he said, finally turning to face you. “Because if you don’t get it when you want it, exactly how you want it, you have to make a scene. Throw a tantrum. That’s how you operate, isn’t it?”

He stepped forward until he stood right in front of you. He didn’t fully invade your space, but he was close enough for you to feel the heat of his anger—and something else, something even he didn’t fully understand.

“Admit it,” he continued, a crooked smile on his lips that held nothing kind. “You’re crazy about me. All of this—your rejections, your ridiculous returns. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” His voice dropped, gaining an edge. “You deny everything, throw hurtful comments at me, but now you make it so obvious it’s almost pathetic. It eats you up that I don’t look at you the way you want, that I don’t fall at your feet like everyone else. That to me you’re still just an insufferable little brat with a queen complex.”

His gaze locked onto yours, hard and steady, but only for a second. In that instant, the tension cracked something inside him. A flash, a hesitation in his eyes, as if he were finally facing what he had been avoiding. The memory of the kiss flooded him, and everything he had tried to bury under rage and pride came surging out, shattering his armor.

You had done it, damn it. He wanted you, and instead of enraging him, it terrified him. When the hell had he fallen into your damn game?

“And you say that after the kiss you gave me?” you retorted with a dry, humorless laugh. “How unmanly of you, really.”

Your words made him tense, but you didn’t back down. Instead, you took another step forward, forcing him to confront you, cornering him with every syllable.

“Did you hear what you just said to me? Do you really think you can deliver that whole speech when you’re the one who couldn’t resist? You kissed me, Jongseong. Don’t twist things. It was you.”

You stared straight into his eyes, defiant, with that fierce gleam that didn’t even try to hide how much you enjoyed watching him falter.

“You’re ridiculous,” you scoffed, arching an eyebrow with a mix of mockery and pity. Then you leaned in just enough for your voice to reach him like a poisonous whisper. “It kills you to think that kiss wasn’t a mistake. It overwhelms you to know you liked it. And it fucks you up—really fucks you up—wanting to do it again. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?”

You finished him off with one of his own lines, throwing it back at him like a slap. The scant distance between your faces sent warning signals through his body while his jaw tightened. He tried desperately to read you, right before his willpower began to crumble. Because the scent of your perfume enchanted him, tempting him to sink into your neck, to lose himself there, exactly where he knew he shouldn’t.

"So you’re not denying it?” he growled, voice lower. “You did all that to get my attention, you crazy woman.”

“Crazy?” you shot back, slightly offended. “If you hadn’t ignored me from the start, we wouldn’t be like this.”

You leaned in a little more. Your lips didn’t quite touch him, but they brushed the air right beside his skin, along that invisible line over his clenched, sharp jaw. Provoking him without actually touching. You felt him hold his breath.

“Park Jongseong, the chef with impeccable manners,” you whispered like a caress disguised as mockery. “I hate that facade of yours. Come on, I know there’s something much more interesting behind that mask.”

He tilted his head slightly, brushing his nose against yours. It wasn’t a tender gesture—it was a calculated warning. “You want me to kiss you again?”

Your eyes met his, burning.

“What do you think?”

The smile that curved his lips held no cordiality. It was twisted and shamelessly malicious. You had started a game he dominated with irritating ease.

“Then ask nicely,” he said, raising an eyebrow provocatively. “With a ‘please.’”

It caught you off guard; clearly, you hadn’t seen it coming. You blinked for just a second—a fleeting gesture he noticed immediately. Of course he did, and he savored it with the arrogance of someone who knew he had hit the mark. He delighted in that small hesitation and the crack it opened in your haughty posture, while watching the obvious struggle on your face between indignation and desire.

“Ah, I see,” he said suddenly, his tone shifting to ironic courtesy. “In that case, I’ll take my leave. Have a wonderful night, miss.”

And without giving you room to respond, he began untying his apron with calm deliberation. As if what had just happened meant nothing. As if he could walk away while the heat between you still hung thick in the air. As if it didn’t affect him at all.

But it did. Every rigid line in his back betrayed him.

You scoffed, incredulous.

“Seriously?”

He folded the apron and closed the cabinet as if the gesture ended the night. The game. Everything. He took a step back, signaling that he really was about to leave.

“I’m a very serious man,” he replied with a shrug. “I thought you already knew that. I mean, isn’t that exactly what you hate about me?”

“Don’t make me laugh,” you snapped, walking toward him with flushed cheeks—though you weren’t sure if it was from rage or the fire igniting between your ribs. “You can’t just leave like nothing happened.”

“I can do a lot of things, princess,” he countered, staying perfectly still as you stood right in front of him again. His lips curved almost into a smile, but it never quite formed. “But only if I’m asked nicely.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. That pause disappointed him. He could feel it, right there on the tip of your tongue.

“is that what you want?” you asked at last, tilting your head slightly. “To hear me beg?”

“You will, sooner or later,” he replied without hesitation, letting certainty bleed into his voice. He watched you intently, noticing how your lower lip briefly dipped under your teeth. “It’s always like that.”

Your laugh burst out incredulous, but laced with nerves. Because behind his words there wasn’t just arrogance—there was a veiled promise. One that lit you up from the inside.

“You’re a fucking arrogant bastard,” you spat, but the anger you were looking for wasn’t there. The truth was, it turned you on.

“And you’re trembling,” he murmured, brushing aside the strand of hair that had fallen over your shoulder. A touch, almost ethereal, yet enough for your skin to react without permission. “You don’t have to say it. Your body is screaming it to me.”

“Then read me right,” you whispered, voice husky, taking one more step and forcing him back until he was trapped between you and the counter. “Because I’m not going to ask you nicely.”

His expression faltered for a second—a crack in his perfect control. He didn’t know how he had ended up here, but somehow he had lost ground. Now he was cornered, exactly where you wanted him.

Your hands rose with calculated calm to his uniform, finding the first button. You unfastened it with almost cruel precision. He didn’t move, but swallowed hard.

The second button came undone faster. Then the third.

“Aren’t you going to stop me?” you asked, no longer hiding your smile. The one that burned on your lips like a brazen challenge.

He didn’t answer right away. His gaze dropped, following the path your hands left, lingering on the skin beginning to be exposed. He swallowed again, and his fingers curled into fists at his sides on the counter, as if clinging to the last shred of self-control.

You leaned over him, close enough for your breath to collide with his neck.

“You could stop me,” you murmured against his collarbone, leaving a warm graze there. “But you don’t want to.”

Your hands moved again, gently pushing the uniform off his shoulders. He let you, muscles tense beneath your touch, every fiber of his body screaming to move, to take you instead.

“I don’t like your little game,” he growled suddenly. His hand rose decisively, gripping your waist and pulling you against him with a firmness that stole your breath. “This is definitely not my place.”

And then everything changed.

With one smooth motion, he spun you around and backed you up until you were the one trapped between him and the counter. His body blocked yours, his breath now hitting your ear.

“You had fun playing at dominating me,” he whispered with a faint smile, while his fingers slowly traveled up your side. “But this is my domain.”

His mouth descended to your neck, not to kiss you but to graze you with parted lips, leaving a trail of heat that cut off your breathing. He no longer needed provocations. He had already decided he would take you however he damn well pleased.

His lips traced a scorching path along the curve of your neck. You clutched at his half-open shirt, but it was he who finally ripped it off completely, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. His skin brushed yours and you felt that small shiver you struggled so hard to hide.

“Now look at me,” he ordered in a husky whisper, tilting your face up with a firm hand under your chin. “I want you to see exactly what you cause when you provoke me like this.”

And then his mouth claimed yours. It wasn’t a soft or indulgent kiss. It was an intense, hungry assault. His lips devoured you with urgency long held back, one that could no longer be restrained.

His hands moved with the same determination. One sank into your back, the other slid down your thigh, lifting you effortlessly to sit you on the counter.

“You’re not in charge anymore,” he murmured, leaving wet kisses along your collarbone, licking every pulse. “And I warn you… I don’t plan on being gentle with you.”

His fingers traveled over your skin with dedicated exploration, each touch leaving a burning trail, while he continued devouring your lips hungrily. The straps of your dress gave way beneath his fingers, slipping down your shoulders. He pulled back just enough to look at you, and it was clear his eyes were undressing you even before his hands did.

“Not bad for a little brat,” he muttered in a mocking tone, though his gaze said otherwise; he was fascinated. Almost immediately he lowered his head to taste the swell of your breasts with his lips. “You smell so delicious.”

His teeth caught the edge of lace, tugging it slightly and drawing a suppressed sigh from you that he answered with a crooked smile. Then his tongue replaced them, sliding slowly over the exposed flesh until you arched toward him without realizing it.

His mouth captured one of your nipples through the fabric, sucking hard, while his free hand slipped under your skirt, traveling up your thigh with a caress so slow it hurt. You trembled but didn’t try to stop him. You wanted more.

His hand finally reached your underwear and found it soaked. That damn smile returned.

“So you refused to ask me nicely…” he murmured, pushing the fabric aside as his fingers slid between your folds with a skill that made you gasp. “…when you’re literally dripping, princess.”

He moved his fingers expertly, stroking exactly where you needed it. You bit your lip hard, holding back the sound fighting to escape.

“No,” he growled fiercely. “I want to hear you.”

And when a finger sank deep inside you, you couldn’t hold back. The moan escaped your lips involuntarily. He hissed through his teeth, clearly pleased.

“That’s how I wanted you…” he murmured, his voice deliciously dark, thrusting a second finger in while pulling down the fabric of your bra with his teeth, fully freeing one of your breasts. He captured it with his mouth instantly, sucking with fierce hunger, as if it were the only thing that could calm his appetite.

Your body reacted as if it had known him forever, as if every touch of his struck a chord that had been waiting only for him. And that drove him wild. It pushed him to move with more intensity, his fingers sliding faster, coated in your wetness.

But suddenly, something else caught his attention.

He released the nipple he had been stimulating, breathing ragged and lips still wet, and withdrew his fingers from inside you. He studied them carefully—shiny, slick, provocative. A spark of curiosity lit in his eyes. Without hesitation, he brought them to his mouth and tasted them.

The sight was so powerful you gasped, even though he wasn’t touching you. But his reaction wasn’t what you expected.

He frowned slightly, as if something didn’t quite convince him. Yet if that were true, why was his tongue still licking them with such relish? Why couldn’t his eyes stop devouring you as if you were his favorite delicacy?

The silence sharpened between you until he spoke.

“Curious. You don’t taste the way you smell,” he said, almost to himself, though you knew every word was meant to set you on fire. “I expected you to be sweeter.”

He paused for a second, his tongue catching the last trace on his lips.

“I had high expectations,” he confessed at last, his voice heavy with something you couldn’t tell was feigned disappointment or poorly disguised desire. His tongue played with the remnant on his lips as he looked at you with traces of mockery and contained hunger.

“I didn’t like the taste of your pussy,” he added with a coldness that hurt more for its audacity than its content. It was his revenge.

But he was lying. Your taste had delighted him; it was addictive. It aroused him more than he thought possible—so much that he had to frown just to hide it. What he had felt wasn’t disappointment. It was a brutal, devastating desire. That’s why he provoked you—because he couldn’t let you know it so easily.

You crossed your arms in a useless attempt to protect yourself, but he had already stripped you of your pride far more than of your clothes.

“Then don’t repeat it,” you snapped, your tone sharp.

But that smile returned. That damn crooked smile, clearly delighted by the bait you had taken.

“Maybe I just need to get used to it,” he declared, calmly kneeling between your legs. In his mind, though, the truth was different: he was obsessed with you. The taste, the scent, the way your body reacted… he didn’t want to get used to it. He wanted to become addicted.

He removed your dress with insolent, deliberate slowness while you watched him with that signature contemptuous expression of yours, as if you still held the upper hand. But he knew better. Not when you were trembling like that under his touch.

Then he did it. Fed up with that disdainful look you kept throwing at him from above, he grabbed your panties with one sharp tug and tore them apart without warning. The sound of ripping fabric cut through the air, as abrupt as the shift in your expression.

He couldn’t stand that challenge in your eyes any longer. He needed to see you break. He needed to see you surrender. And he succeeded. The gasp that escaped your lips was the first crack.

With that single gesture, he left you completely naked and entirely at his mercy. Just the way he wanted, exactly as he had fantasized—though he hated himself a little for admitting he had been doing so ever since the first time you looked at him with that arrogant way.

He leaned in without another word, giving you no time to breathe. He kissed the inside of your thigh, as if preparing for a feast.

“Be grateful I’m giving you a second chance,” he said, right before burying his tongue between your folds. The humorless laugh that had started forming in your throat died instantly, smothered by a moan that shook you from the inside out.

The first stroke was a direct attack on your center of pleasure. A violent shudder arched your back, forcing you to grip the edges of the counter while your chest heaved for air. His tongue was skilled and precise.

There were no pauses. He licked you like a man dying of thirst, as if he needed to memorize every texture, every flavor, as if it would never be enough. His tongue drew wet circles, then zigzagged. He captured your clit between his lips with determination, sucking firmly before stroking it with the tip of his tongue—slow, then fast, over and over—until he drew broken gasps and moans from you that you didn’t even know you could make.

He held your thighs in a firm grip, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks, claiming you as his. He kept you spread open and immobile while his mouth devoured your core with raw, unrelenting hunger.

And then, between one stroke of his tongue and the next, you heard it: a deep, guttural growl that vibrated straight against your center and made you hold your breath. He was lost in your taste—the same one he had dared to criticize earlier. But now he wasn’t pretending. Now he was worshiping it.

He didn’t stop. Not even when your hips began bucking uncontrollably and your spasms announced your climax. No, that only encouraged him. He sucked harder and thrust two fingers deep inside you, so deep that a strangled, torn cry escaped your lips.

“Didn’t you say it tasted bad?” you managed to say between gasps, trying to regain some ground. But your words came out shaky, fractured by pleasure.

He barely lifted his gaze.

“I take it back,” he murmured against you, his breath making your entire body tense again. “Your cunt doesn’t taste half bad.”

And he dove back between your legs. You tried to close them, to pull away, to do anything. But you couldn’t. The pleasure was too much, painfully delicious. You trembled uncontrollably, overstimulated, every new suck pulling another moan, another spasm from you, making you beg internally for him to stop—or never stop.

The second orgasm hit you mercilessly, and only then did his grip begin to loosen. You were breathing hard, your body nearly limp against the counter. But you didn’t get time to recover. Before you could process it, he had already taken your arm with firm gentleness and helped you up.

His lips found yours instantly, as if he needed to make sure you were still there. The kiss was intimate and delicate at first, but laced with an urgency that made you cling to him. His tongue pushed past your lips, letting you taste yourself on him. It was nothing but a trap disguised as tenderness.

Before you knew it, you were on your knees on the floor in front of him, watching as his hands moved to his belt. With confident movements, he unbuckled his pants, and the faint clink of metal seemed to mark the beginning of your challenge.

“It’s your turn to show me that pretty mouth of yours is good for something more than complaining,” Jongseong said, as your fingers gripped the waistband of his boxers.

You rolled your eyes and clenched your teeth.

“You shouldn’t be joking when I’ve got your cock right here,” you warned, though the smug smile on your face betrayed your intentions. “You’re going to eat those words, idiot.”

You pulled the fabric down, savoring the way his breathing grew heavier. When you finally freed him, you looked up with deliberate intent. Jongseong cursed under his breath, jaw tight and abdominal muscles clenched in anticipation.

You took him in one hand, stroking him first with light, teasing touches. His cock twitched at the contact, but he stayed silent, determined not to give you that victory.

“Nothing to say now, big boy?” you whispered, before slowly taking him into your mouth.

He let out a growl he couldn’t suppress. One of his hands tangled in your hair, not to guide you, but to steady himself. Every move you made was both punishment and reward—licking, sucking his tip, pulling back right when he seemed about to lose control. His features were tense, hardened by desire and restrained frustration.

“I’ve had better,” he hissed through gritted teeth—just before you took him all the way to the back of your throat.

The moan he released was broken and almost pitiful. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, trying to regain the control you had shattered with a single move.

“Fuck…” he cursed, breathing hard. “You’re gonna make me lose my goddamn mind.”

You heard him curse again, this time in a whisper, almost as if he regretted provoking you. His hand stayed tangled in your hair. You deliberately pulled back just to feel his body react to the sudden emptiness. A satisfied smile curved your lips before you slowly licked from base to tip, savoring every reaction, every involuntary twitch.

“Don’t stop… please…” he begged, trying to thrust with his hips.

Pretending to obey, you gave him exactly what he asked for. You took him back into your mouth, maintaining eye contact the entire time. The tension in his thighs, his ragged breathing, the soft groans escaping his throat—all of it showed he was close. You sucked on his tip while pumping the base with your hand.

“I think that decision is mine…” you said with a smile, setting the pace with your hand, watching him press his lips together, brow furrowed, clearly on the edge. Then you stopped. Again.

You feigned innocence, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly while his mind seemed to be counting down. Even in moments like this, you drove him crazy.

A silent warning flashed across his face as he watched you play with your tongue just barely grazing him, but you ignored it. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to teach you a lesson.

He grabbed your wrist, forcing you to release him, and pulled you up. You almost protested, but he didn’t give you time. He pushed you against the counter, turning you so you faced it. Your breasts pressed against the cold marble, but that wasn’t what made you cry out in surprise—it was the sharp sting of his open palm landing on your ass.

“You’re like a spoiled little girl, misbehaving just to get attention,” he spat, before delivering another firm spank. Your hands searched for support on the counter as a whimper escaped your lips. “Clearly no one was strict enough with you.”

The sudden intrusion of his fingers made your forehead fall against the counter, stealing your breath. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling him thrust into you quickly.

“Fuck me properly,” you pleaded, but he stopped and gave you another sharp slap that made you jolt.

“Sorry? What did you say?” His voice sounded deliberately confused. You let out a sigh and bit your lower lip hard. “I didn’t hear the magic word,” he added, giving you a hint.

Silence swallowed you, so thick that for a moment Jongseong thought it might all end there, much to his disappointment. But then you said it. Your words came out in a choked whisper, heavy with fractured pride.

“Please…”

A deep satisfaction ran through Jongseong’s body at the sound. That word tasted like victory, but it still wasn’t enough. Not after the torture you had put him through minutes earlier, nor after everything he had endured since stepping into this kitchen.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he warned, aligning himself only shallowly at your entrance—just enough to make you sigh. “Please what?”

The pressure was minimal. He was giving you room to decide… or to surrender. You drew in a breath, knuckles white against the counter.

“Please… fuck me,” you finally said, voice trembling, as if the plea had slipped out against your will.

Jongseong leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, his warm breath contrasting with the shiver that ran through you.

“That’s much better,” he praised with clear delight, as if he had just gotten exactly what he wanted. “Of course, princess. With the greatest pleasure.”

The words had barely left his mouth when you felt him align himself perfectly. There was no rush; he seemed to enjoy every second of anticipation that stole your breath away. His hand slid down your back with almost cruel slowness, forcing you to arch against the counter as he began pushing in with that same measured pace, letting you feel every generous inch of his length. Your nails scraped uselessly against the surface as you gasped, adjusting to a man as well-endowed as he was.

“Are you okay?” Jongseong asked, brushing the hair that clung to your back and leaving a trail of kisses behind. He was trying to ease the tension he saw in your beautiful body—and obviously in the way your pussy clenched around him like it wanted to milk him right there.

“Move, please,” you managed between gasps, and Jongseong couldn’t help but smile, pleased.

He immediately began thrusting with a steady rhythm, gripping your waist to give you more stability. His first strokes were short, not going all the way in, but gradually he went deeper, filling you more with every meeting of your bodies until your moans grew louder, echoing with each thrust that hit exactly where you felt it most.

You turned your head slightly to look at him, and he didn’t hesitate to meet your gaze. He leaned in and kissed your lips, then played with your bottom lip, biting it lightly and tugging with intent.

“Being a good girl has its rewards, don’t you think?” he asked, thrusting harder and digging his fingers into the soft skin of your hip. “If you’re a good girl for me, I’ll be a good lover for you.”

You whimpered as the rhythm intensified, making you move in time with his thrusts, though it was his firm grip that guided every motion, grinding you against his cock. The sensation was overwhelming. Your eyes watered with pleasure. The feeling of your pussy being stretched and claimed by Jongseong’s impressive cock was unlike anything you had experienced before.

There was an almost instinctive precision in him, an ability to read you and take you right to the edge like no one ever had. No other man had ever filled you so perfectly. Truly, no one had ever reached that spot that had you screaming in the most obscene ways. He made you vibrate—not just with pleasure, but with the annoying certainty that he was incredible at this. It even hurt your pride a little how good he was. He wasn’t just a chef with impeccable technique; he was a man who knew exactly how to make a woman feel good.

But for him, it was no different. Though he had mocked you earlier while you were sucking him, the truth was that nothing—absolutely nothing—compared to what he was experiencing with you. No one had ever aroused him so viscerally. The dynamic between you both had him burning to his core, every exchange like gasoline feeding the fire inside him.

He felt his cock twitch at the sound of your whimpering, especially when the sting of your nails digging into his forearm shot through his body. Still, he didn’t hold back. He stayed steady, holding you firmly while he kept driving you back against him, determined to give you no mercy.

“More, Jongseong. I’m so close,” you announced with broken breaths. But he only clicked his tongue in disapproval. As punishment, he slowed his movements, reminding you of what you had omitted. “Please… please… Please!”

Your plea was enough. It gave him the breath and motivation not to hold back. He growled against your skin, pulling you closer, and although he had punished you with deliberate slowness before, he now picked up the pace with renewed intensity, as if determined to pull sharper cries from you.

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispered against your ear. “Then take it properly.”

Every thrust was deeper, faster, more precise, and all you could do was cling to his grip, twisting with every jolt his strokes sent through your nerves. Your body responded, vulnerable and surrendered, used however he pleased.

Your back arched reflexively as he sank even deeper, forcing you to take every inch of him. Your entire body began to vibrate, and the wet, rhythmic sound of your bodies colliding seemed to spur him on to demand even more. You were gasping for air, feeling the knot in your belly starting to unravel.

His breathing was heavy, almost as shaky as yours. He could no longer pretend he was fully in control when you were the one destabilizing him with every plea, every tremble, desperate to give you everything in the best possible way. He was on the edge too.

Tension rose from his stomach like a current. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold on for a few more seconds, to prolong the moment that already felt inevitable. And when you moaned his name, barely audible, he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

A shudder ran through his entire body and, right at the edge, he gripped you more possessively, burying his face in your neck as he surrendered to his climax with a muffled groan, caught between his parted lips. Pleasure hit him full force, clouding his senses and leaving him momentarily dazed, melted into you and breathing hard.

He felt your walls clench fiercely around his cock, tremors running through you without mercy, until your body finally began to give in, spent and exhausted. Even so, he didn’t pull away. He stayed wrapped around you, as if something inside him demanded it. Instead, he began placing small kisses on every inch of skin he could reach, with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the intensity from before.

Prolonging the moment was perhaps his way of delaying the uncertainty. Because, truthfully, he had no idea what would come next or what you might say. Maybe he was just allowing himself to get lost a little longer in the intoxicating scent of your perfume, clinging to this closeness in case this was the last time he could have you like this—so close, so completely his.

You pushed yourself up slightly, and Jongseong almost braced himself for the worst. He could already sense it, as if he could predict the exact tone: “Get off me, idiot. Get dressed and disappear.” But to his surprise, that wasn’t what happened. Instead, he noticed your gaze fixed—not on him, but on the chocolate mixture that had been forgotten amid the recent chaos.

“Would you like to put your mixture to good use?”

He looked at it, initially confused, eyebrows slightly furrowed and lips parted. He still seemed caught in the daze left by your moans and the heat of your body. But then he saw you smile, a new suggestive curve on your lips, and something inside him ignited again.

He licked his lips without thinking, stepping back to give you space as you stood up languidly. You picked up the bowl and turned to face him. The tension between you didn’t dissipate—it simply changed shape.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave, rough with anticipation.

You shrugged with feigned innocence, but the gleam in your eyes told another story.

“I just decided it would be a shame to waste it,” you whispered, tracing the edge of the bowl with your fingers. “It’s almost ready. It just needs one final touch.”

Jongseong planted his palms on the counter, caging you in. A charming, incredibly attractive and masculine smile formed on his face as he leaned closer.

“And you know exactly how it should be used?”

You bit your lower lip in amusement, captivated by his closeness and the dazzling sight of this more playful, relaxed side of him. Without a word, you dipped the tip of your finger into the warm mixture and, with deliberate movements, traced a line along his sharp jaw. Then you leaned in and followed the trail with your tongue.

He shivered, suppressing a groan that turned into a smile.

“Just like that,” you said, voice husky. Without breaking eye contact, you brought the rest to your mouth.

He didn’t waste time imitating you. He wet his finger and drew a lazy line across your collarbone, then retraced it with his lips, kissing and savoring. The contact was slow and reverent, as if he were tattooing the taste into his memory. Still watching your reaction, he dipped his fingers again and drew a line down your abdomen, stopping right at your pelvis.

“It’s not my best mixture, I admit…” he murmured with a low laugh. “But on you, it tastes exquisite.”

Then, without giving you time to respond, he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him. He crouched down and began tracing the chocolate path he had marked on your torso with his mouth. Unhurried, as if the night had only just begun.

Hi everyone!

I'm Taty, and I’m starting to write some 02z line one-shots. I'm open to requests to keep my account growing and active.

I hope you enjoyed this. See you in the next one! 💕

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[taty-02z]

heyy. i have an idea for a fic. jake is an obgyn who also takes care of wife!reader because he wants to see the progress of their child every month. then jake asked her whether she wants to do the natural birth or c-sections. she answered the first one. and since the due date is getting closer, he also suggests that they both should have sex often to help initiate labor. you can do the rest!

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ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟHusband/Doctor! Jake x Wife/Patient! Reader: pregnancy intimacy, P in V, praise kink, sweet-dirty talk, gentle and devotion husband, stimulation, fluff-smut, soft sex, initial context, MDNI.

Hey! Thank you for trusting on me with your idea, I hope you enjoy reading it! 💕

You walked down the hallway with slow, measured steps, feeling every gram of those thirty-eight weeks of pregnancy settling into your lower back. In one hand, you carried your prenatal check-up folder, which that afternoon seemed heavier than usual. When the automatic doors opened in front of you, your eyes immediately found his.

Jake, who had been reviewing some documents at the counter, set them aside without a second thought and came straight to you.

“Well, look who’s here—my precious patient,” he said sweetly.

He took the folder from your hand and, at the same time, wrapped an arm around your waist, replacing your own hand on your lower back with his and offering you immediate relief.

“Sign her in, please, Miss. Jung. I’ll start with her right away,” he told his assistant.

“You should let me register like a normal patient,” you chided in an amused whisper as you crossed the threshold into his office.

Jake ignored your protest with a barely concealed smile and hurried to help you onto the examination table, guarding every one of your movements to spare you the slightest effort.

“It’s because you’re not just any patient,” he replied with a slight shrug, sitting on the stool in front of you. “Mrs. Sim, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about being your own husband’s favorite.”

You pressed your lips together, fighting the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, but the spark of complicity in his gaze was enough to make you let out a soft laugh. Seeing him in his element, wearing that white coat and exuding that natural confidence in his office, always had the same effect on you: a mixture of immense pride and a warmth that lingered in your chest.

“Well, first let’s check on Mom,” he said, slipping back into his professional tone as he picked up the sphygmomanometer.

He immediately wrapped the cuff around your arm. The silence in the office was broken only by the sound of the Velcro and your calm breathing. Jake kept his gaze fixed, concentrated, as his fingers found your pulse. He waited a few seconds, listening to the soft hiss of air escaping the cuff, before noting the results in your chart.

As soon as he finished, he set the equipment aside and leaned toward you, closing the distance to place a chaste, tender kiss on your forehead.

“Everything’s fine, my love,” he whispered with a smile, brushing his nose against yours. “Your blood pressure is perfect, just as I expected from my favorite patient. Now, let’s see how our little one is doing.”

Jake set the folder down and pulled a flexible measuring tape from his pocket. He positioned himself at your side, holding your arm for stability.

“That’s it, love. Lean back a little more,” he asked, making sure you were comfortable and not short of breath. “There… are you comfortable?”

You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile as he lifted the hem of your blouse, exposing the tight curve of your belly.

“Let’s see…” he murmured to himself. With extreme care, he slid the tape from the top of your uterus to your pubic bone. “Thirty-four centimeters. Our little one has just the right amount of space in there; I’m starting to worry he’s getting too comfortable,” he joked. “Let’s check his position today.”

His fingers began applying gentle but firm pressure, exploring your belly. Suddenly, his movements anchored on the lower part of your pelvis. His eyebrows rose and a spark of surprise lit up his face. Jake palpated again just above your pelvic bone and then looked at you directly, unable to hide his excitement.

“Well, it looks like someone is getting ready for the big day,” he said, his smile widening. “He’s completely engaged, my love. His little head is already in position, right where it should be. God, I can’t wait to see this…”

He exclaimed, taking a seat in his rolling chair and sliding toward the monitor. But before reaching for the gel, he stopped. He leaned over your belly and placed a kiss right where he had felt the baby.

The gesture moved you deeply. You stretched out your hand and stroked his dark hair, letting your fingers tangle in his strands while he stayed there, resting against you. Jake closed his eyes for a second, savoring your touch, before sitting up with a look overflowing with happiness.

“I already want him here with us,” he confessed in a whisper full of longing.

However, his professional demeanor returned the moment he picked up the gel bottle; he was a walking duality, able to switch from devoted husband to doctor in the blink of an eye. He warmed it slightly between his hands, as he always did to spare you the cold, and applied it to your abdomen. At the touch of the transducer, the screen lit up with the familiar gray and white shadows.

Jake adjusted the controls with skill until the image became clear.

“There he is,” he said, pointing at the screen. “Look at his profile… and there’s the heartbeat.”

The rhythmic, powerful sound of their son’s heart filled the room. Jake stared at the image for a moment, analyzing not only the visuals but also the technical measurements appearing on the edges of the monitor. His professional gaze scanned the data quickly until it stopped at one point, leaving him thoughtful.

“How would you prefer to deliver? Natural process or cesarean?” he asked suddenly.

The question caught you off guard. In a doctor’s language, a question like that out of nowhere usually signaled complications. Jake read the hint of panic in your features and immediately took your hand in his, interlacing your fingers.

“No, no, it’s nothing to worry about, my love. I’m just curious about how you picture it,” he reassured you, softening his expression.

“I’d like it to be natural…” you answered with some caution. “Why? Is there a problem?”

“Not at all. It’s just that I can still see your cervix is a bit long and closed,” he explained honestly, setting the transducer aside and picking up a towel to wipe off the gel. “Physically, the baby is already in position, ready to come out, but your body seems to be taking things a little more calmly. We’re going to need a small nudge if we want the process to start on its own.”

“And what would that nudge be?” you asked, watching him as he carefully cleaned your belly.

Jake looked up, and that lopsided smile—the one that always made you suspect his true intentions—appeared on his face.

“I’ll tell you at the right time. In a few days, when you’re entering week thirty-nine, we’ll talk about it,” he replied, reaching out to gently stroke your hair.

You wrinkled your nose, narrowing your eyes as you tried to decipher his expression.

“You know I hate it when you speak in code, Sim. If you’re going to get all mysterious, you’d better buy me a delicious dinner on the way home,” you said, with an adorably grumpy tone.

Jake let out a soft chuckle as he helped you sit up from the table.

“Alright. Let’s get that dinner,” he concluded, guiding you toward the exit. “But you’ll see—it’s nothing bad. In fact, you’re going to like it.”

Time seemed to speed up after that appointment, and almost without realizing it, the calendar marked the beginning of the final stretch.

You were lying in the spacious bed, surrounded by pillows that tried to ease the weight of your belly. You wanted to focus on reading a book, but your eyes kept drifting to the clock, growing uneasy as the night advanced with no sign of him. However, just seconds later, the absolute silence of the house was broken by the subtle click of the lock; followed by the sound of familiar footsteps approaching the bedroom.

Jake entered with a weary gait, letting out a long sigh that betrayed an intense day at the hospital. He stopped at the foot of the bed and gave you a smile full of adoration. With almost mechanical movements, he began his disconnection ritual: he brought a hand to his wrist to unfasten his watch and left it on the dresser.

“You’re still awake, my love,” he observed, starting to loosen his tie with one hand. “I thought sleep would have won the battle today. Is something bothering you?”

He undid the first buttons of his shirt before sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“You left at dawn because one of your patients went into labor, and you’re only just getting back now. Can it really take that long?” you asked, instinctively placing your hands on your belly. It was inevitable that the fear would seep into your words; being so close to the due date turned any birth story into a shadow of what awaited you.

Jake’s fingers began tracing your legs before focusing on massaging one of your feet. It was impossible to contain the sigh of relief that escaped your lips as you surrendered completely to the perfect pressure of his hand.

“It actually can. It was a very delicate case from the beginning of the pregnancy,” he admitted, pressing his lips together as he relived the stress of the job for a second. Then he shook his head, chasing away those memories. “But enough about my day. What matters here is you two. How are you feeling? How has our little one been behaving today?” he asked, his thumbs drawing circles on your ankle. “Have you felt any unusual pressure?”

You shook your head, setting the book aside.

“What I do feel is that he’s going to break one of my ribs; his feet are right up here,” you confessed with a tired grimace. “If I’m being completely honest, Ikeu, I’d love for it to happen already. I can’t take it anymore.”

He let out a soft laugh and nodded slowly, subtly biting his lower lip, his gaze fixed on some nonexistent point as if an internal thought had just clicked perfectly into place.

“At this point, we could start working on that. It really doesn’t matter if he comes a few days early—he’s ready,” he said, more to himself than to you. Then his eyes returned to yours, filled with a new intensity. “Tell me, beautiful… would you follow any instruction from your doctor?”

You raised an eyebrow and nodded obviously, a spark of curiosity replacing your fatigue.

“I always do,” you murmured.

Then his hands left your legs. With deliberate slowness, Jake stood up beside the bed, maintaining eye contact in a way that made you forget what you had been talking about just seconds before.

His fingers undid the last buttons of his shirt; the garment slid off his shoulders and fell to the floor, revealing the firmness of his torso.

There were no explanations yet; he had you mesmerized, captive to the way he undressed in front of you.

Jake unbuckled his belt as he approached again, resting one knee on the mattress. The bed frame creaked under his weight, and suddenly the space between you was reduced to almost nothing.

“I know exactly how to help you with that,” he assured, his breath brushing your slightly parted lips in anticipation. “Babe, do you remember our most hormonal phase? The one where we ended up doing it every time we saw each other, no matter where we were?”

His hand began traveling from your knee upward in a caress, leaving a tingling sensation along the path of skin it traced.

“We can induce your labor by going back to being those two. With all the sex you can handle,” he said, leaving the proposal hanging in the air. “Of course, only if you feel comfortable with it. Only if you want… But if you accept, you can be sure that from today onward, every time you have me close, you’ll know exactly what’s going to happen.”

Mentally, Jake had prepared himself for a flood of clinical questions, but instead he saw the corners of your lips beginning to lift with a certain charm.

“Well…” you said in your smooth tone, grabbing the hem of your pajama top and pulling it off in one movement, tossing it aside. “I don’t question the experts. Doctor’s orders are doctor’s orders.”

You finished, then wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him toward you with a need that took him by surprise. He leaned over you carefully so as not to press on your belly. A groan vibrated deep in his throat at your initiative, and he tilted his head to fit better with you, deepening the union of your lips. It was then that your tongues met slowly, exploring each other with familiarity and desire. It felt like a necessary reunion after those days when the tension of the final stretch of pregnancy had kept you somewhat distant from that kind of contact.

“Are you sure? You don’t need… any medical explanation? Nothing?” he managed to say between erratic breaths, his lips traveling from your mouth to your collarbone.

“No,” you replied, tilting your neck to invite him to continue. “I trust the doctor, yes. But above all, I trust my husband blindly.”

Your words hit Jake deep in his chest. A low, husky growl escaped his throat, almost as if you had taken his breath away.

“Fuck, baby…” he hissed. “You have no idea what you do to me when you talk like that.”

He kissed you again, deep and desperate, before rising to his knees on the bed. Without taking his eyes off you, he finished removing his pants and boxers in one motion. His erection sprang free, hard, brushing against his abdomen.

Without wasting time, Jake helped you turn onto your side, leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder, neck, and back as he moved you. He placed several pillows strategically—one under your head, another supporting your swollen belly, and one more between your knees to keep you aligned and comfortable.

“Like this, ma sweetheart…” he murmured against your nape, pressing his chest to your back. His erection rested between the curve of your ass, still covered by your pajama shorts. “Spooning is perfect for you right now. I want you relaxed and focused only on feeling pleasure. I’ll take care of everything, okay?”

You nodded, biting your lower lip in anticipation. His hand slid down your hip, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and underwear. He pulled them down carefully along your thighs and legs until he removed them. After tossing the garments aside, his hands didn’t return right away; instead, his fingertips traced the path back, savoring every curve of your body as if memorizing it.

“Much better…” he whispered, pressing himself fully against you again, skin to skin, caressing your belly. “You’re so beautiful. With every change and every new detail I discover in you, I become more convinced: you are, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen in this life.”

Jake left a kiss on your bare shoulder before moving down to the exact spot where it met your neck, marking your skin with tenderness. Delighted sighs escaped you as you completely surrendered to the intoxication of his caresses.

With a deliberate movement, he slid his hot erection between your thighs, brushing your wet entrance without entering yet. The head of his cock began pressing against your clit as he rocked his hips in a slow back-and-forth motion, coating himself with your wetness.

“Feel that, my love…” he murmured against your shoulder, rubbing against you. “So wet already… just for me. You’re so good, so responsive even now.”

You let out a moan, pushing back slightly, seeking more friction. Jake growled softly and tightened his grip on your hip, controlling the pace.

“Easy…” He kissed your nape, then gently nibbled the sensitive skin. “I want to prepare you properly.”

He continued sliding between your folds, brushing your clit over and over, while his free hand moved down to open you a little more and ease the glide. Every time the tip pressed against your entrance, threatening to enter, he pulled back again, sweetly torturing you.

“Ikeu… please, just put it in already…” you begged in a broken whisper.

He let out a low, affectionate laugh and kissed your nape once more.

“So impatient…” he teased, clearly delighted. Then he aligned the thick head of his cock with your slippery entrance and pushed forward with extreme slowness, entering inch by inch, stretching you carefully. When he was fully buried in your heat, he let out a groan and rested his forehead against your shoulder, breathing heavily. “Are you comfortable? Can I keep going? Tell me if anything bothers you and I’ll stop immediately.”

“Yes, Ikeu… I’m fine. More than fine,” you replied, burying your nails in the pillow as a sigh of pleasure escaped your lips.

Only then did Jake begin to move. Slow, deep, controlled thrusts, rocking his hips in a delicious rhythm that filled you completely each time. His hand remained on your belly, supporting it while he made love to you from behind.

Every thrust shook you to your core. You were so sensitive from the pregnancy that you felt every inch of him with overwhelming intensity—the way he opened you, how he throbbed, the perfect pressure against that spot, his heat pressed to your back.

A sharp hiss escaped your lips when he pushed especially deep, hitting that point inside you that made you arch your back. Jake immediately responded with a kiss on your cheek, comforting you without stopping his movements.

“Ah… Ikeu… you feel so good,” you moaned softly, squeezing your eyes shut as you lost yourself in the fullness of having him inside you.

He smiled against your ear, hypnotized by every one of your reactions, and sped up just a little, keeping the rhythm deep and steady. He slid the hand that was supporting your belly lower and began stroking your clit in circles, synchronized with his thrusts.

“I’m all yours,” he whispered in a husky, devoted voice. “Everything you want, everything your body asks of me, I’ll give it to you. You’re so perfect, Mrs. Sim… You have me completely in love.”

Your moans grew louder and more frequent. The pleasure built quickly and intensely because of how sensitive you were. Jake never stopped kissing your shoulder, nape, and cheek, whispering how much he loved you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

You needed more of him.

You turned your head back, seeking his mouth. Jake understood instantly and leaned over you, meeting you in a kiss. His lips moved against yours, swallowing your moans as he continued thrusting into you again and again.

“I love you…” you managed to say against his mouth between kisses.

“And I love you, my life. More than you can imagine,” he replied.

And your orgasm began to build. Your body tensed, trembling in his arms. Jake felt you were close and quickened his strokes on your clit a little more, without stopping the kiss.

“Jake, honey…” you moaned against his lips, arching.

The orgasm hit you in a matter of seconds. You released a long, trembling, beautiful moan right against his mouth. Jake captured it with an open-mouthed kiss, swallowing the sound while continuing to move inside you, prolonging your pleasure.

“That’s it, my love… just like that,” he whispered against your lips, not separating even a millimeter. “Let me feel you, just like this.”

Your body contracted around him, trembling in his arms as the pulses of your climax concentrated in your lower belly, making your uterus tighten and relax in spasms. Only when he felt your orgasm beginning to fade did Jake let go as well, coming.

They stayed like that for a few moments. Foreheads together, noses brushing, breaths mingled. Eyes closed and hearts beating in unison.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Sim…” you whispered suddenly, opening your eyes with a weak, satisfied smile dancing on your lips. “Could you remind me of the frequency of this treatment?”

“Morning, afternoon, and night,” he replied, finally opening his eyes to meet yours. “As many sessions as you can handle, Mrs. Sim.”

“In that case…” you murmured, biting your lower lip with mischief, “I’m going to need another one right now. It seems the treatment is… extremely effective.”

Jake let out a knowing chuckle and pulled you even closer to his chest, spreading caresses over your belly. However, he stopped just as he felt the little kicks the baby was giving from inside, as if protesting all the commotion.

“Poor little thing…” he noted, with a hint of teasing in his tone. “With the parents he has, the ‘earthquakes’ waiting for his little house will make him not want to stay in there much longer.”

You both laughed, and within seconds their lips were dancing against each other again, fingers interlaced over your belly as they prepared for another dose of love and… the eviction plan for ur creation.

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西村 力 ─ freakedout!riki x clueless!reader

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content: mdni ˑ smau ˑ heavy suggestion ˑ borderline smut ˑ profanity/mature language! ˑ reader is lowkey a bimbo ˑ riki is freaked tf out😹

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[hoonguin]

꒰﹕﹒devotion game ❀ nishimura riki

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎written for the heart’s mailroom event ! ༊

✷ your jealous boyfriend, nishimura riki, crumbles beneath your possessive little game !

pairings ⸝⸝ ‎‎sub!bf!riki ✿ dom!f!rea ‎ ‎ ✉️‎ ‎ ‎ wc ⸝⸝ 7.2k

🗯️ 内容‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ explicit sexual content ♫ 18+ ⸝⸝ intended for mature audiences | minors do not interact ᯓ established relationship, possessiveness, jealousy, praise kink, cerebral kink, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected p in v, edging, dirty talk, handjob, blowjob, deepthroating, power dynamics, riding, possessive language, dacryphilia undertones, creampie !

EL’S ✷ BUBBLE : double update ?! hope the freak-a-leeks absolutely devour this because this is genuinely just 6.5k words of filth, jealousy, and reader completely dominating over riki . . . probably the nastiest thing i’ve written yet (i swear on my life) ! NEED ME A SMART MAAAAN BADDDD 😍 requested — thank you so muchi! ＞︿＜ please enjoy while i reflect on all my decisions . . :-p

The front door had barely clicked shut, the sound still hanging in the quiet of the entryway like the period at the end of a long, tense sentence, before Riki's arms were around you from behind, wrapping tight and desperate, his hands splaying flat against your stomach as if he needed to feel you breathing under his palms. 

His face buried itself in the curve of your neck, his nose pressed right into the hollow beneath your ear, his breath hot and uneven against your skin, each exhale a ragged little gust that made the fine hairs at your nape stand on end. 

You could feel the frantic drumming of his heart through his chest where it was crushed against your back, could feel the way his fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt like he was afraid you might dissolve if he let go.

He'd been quiet all the way home from the party — that particular kind of quiet that wasn't peace but pressure, the silence of a pressure cooker before it blows. The kind of quiet that meant his brilliant mind was chewing on something sharp, turning it over and over behind those dark eyes until it drew blood, until the wound festered and throbbed and demanded attention. 

He'd walked beside you on the sidewalk with his jaw set, his hand in yours but gripping too tight, his thumb rubbing anxious circles against your knuckles like he was trying to soothe himself more than you. 

You'd let him have his silence. You'd let him stew.

You'd seen him at the party too. 

You'd watched him over the rim of your glass, watched him standing by the drinks table with that frozen smile plastered across his handsome face, the one that didn't reach his eyes, the one that made him look like a beautiful mannequin of himself, while some guy from his department had leaned in close to you and laughed a little too hard at something you'd said, touched your shoulder a little too long, let his fingertips drag across the bare skin where your sleeve had slipped. 

You'd watched Riki's knuckles go white around his drink, watched the muscle in his jaw tick once, twice, three times. Watched him set his glass down with a controlled, deliberate care that was somehow more dangerous than if he'd slammed it.

Riki, who had graduated top of his class — summa cum laude, his thesis on epistemological frameworks cited in two journals before he'd even received his diploma. 

Riki, who had won national debate championships and math Olympiads, who could recite poetry in three languages and argue the finer points of Schopenhauer in two. 

Riki, whose mind was a cathedral of thought, vaulted and soaring and meticulous in every arch. 

Riki, who was currently pressed against your back like a drowning man clutching driftwood, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, his fingers digging into the soft flesh above the waistband of your dress like he needed to anchor himself to something real, something his, something that wouldn't float away.

"You're jealous," you said. It wasn't even a question. It was a statement of fact, the way you might observe that water is wet or that the sky is dark at night.

"I know." His voice was muffled against your neck, the words pressed hot and damp into your skin like a confession he couldn't bear to say to your face. 

"I know it's stupid. I know I have no right to be. I know—god, I know how this makes me look. He just—" You felt his breath hitch, felt his fingers tighten on your hips. "He kept looking at you. The way your dress caught the light. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear. And you laughed at his joke, that laugh you do, the real and cute one, the one that crinkles your nose, and I—" He broke off, and you heard the click in his throat, the swallowed-back frustration. "I wanted to put my hand on your waist. Right there. In front of everyone. So he'd know. So they'd all know."

"Turn around."

He obeyed instantly, that brilliant body moving before his brain could catch up, before the part of him that calculated and reasoned and overthought could step in and apply the brakes. 

You guided him backward, your hands flat on his chest, feeling the hard planes of his pectorals flex under your palms as he shuffled one step, then another, then another, until his knees hit the edge of the couch and he dropped onto it with a soft grunt, the cushions sighing under his weight. 

He looked up at you with those dark eyes, the same eyes that had dissected Kant and solved impossible equations and reduced philosophy professors to stuttering silence in seminar rooms, now wide and wet and full of desperate want, pupils blown so wide that the dark iris had nearly swallowed the whole, his lips parted, his chest heaving with shallow, uneven breaths.

"Listen, Ki," you said, stepping between his spread legs, your thighs pressing against the inside of his knees. You looked down at him, and felt the power of it settle warm and heavy between your hips. "You're going to earn your way back into my good graces. I'm going to ask you questions. Simple ones. Things you should know if you really pay attention to me — if you really see me the way you say you do."

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, the Adam's apple shifting beneath the golden skin. His hands came to rest on your thighs, fingers curling lightly into the denim, not pulling, not pushing, just holding on.

"For every right answer, you get a reward." You reached down, tracing your fingernail along his jaw, the sharp angle of it, down the taut line of his throat, watching the skin pebble into goosebumps in the wake of your touch, watching him shiver like you'd run a current through him. 

"For every wrong one..." You let your nail press just slightly harder, dragging a thin white line across the column of his throat before releasing. "I tease you until I decide you've suffered enough to try again. And I can be very, very patient."

"Yes." The word came out rough, wrecked, scraped raw from somewhere deep in his chest like it had been dragged over gravel. His fingers dug into your thighs. "Yes, please. Please—I want to earn it. I want to be good for you."

"First question." You tilted your head, studying him the way he studied texts, the way he parsed arguments — methodically, relentlessly. "What color were my eyes in the light at the party?"

He didn't hesitate. Not even a fraction of a second. 

"Green," he said, and his voice was steady now, sure, the way it got when he knew something with absolute certainty. 

"They looked green because you were standing under the stained glass lamp by the window, the one with the amber and emerald panels. But they're actually hazel, more brown than green, with gold flecks that show when the sun hits them just right. Especially in the morning. When you're lying in bed and the light comes through the curtains, they look almost amber. Like honey."

The precision of it, the obsessive, granular observation, sent a pulse of heat straight to your cunt, thick and immediate, your clit throbbing against the seam of your safety shorts. 

"Correct," you breathed, and you watched something shift in his expression, relief and pride and raw hunger all tangled together.

You sank to your knees in front of him, the hardwood cool under your kneecaps, and the sound he made, a sharp, desperate inhale that stuttered in his chest like an engine trying to turn over, was the most satisfying thing you'd heard all night. 

More satisfying than the guy at the party's laughter, more satisfying than the jealous tension that had coiled in Riki's jaw all evening. 

Your fingers found the button of his jeans, popped it open with a practiced flick, dragged the zipper down tooth by tooth, slow enough that you could feel him trembling through the denim, feel the vibration of his body humming through the metal teeth as they parted.

"Lift up."

He lifted his hips off the couch, bracing his weight on his palms, and you pulled his jeans and boxers down together in one smooth motion, dragging them to mid-thigh. His cock sprang free, already hard, thick and heavy and flushed, the head a deep, angry red-dark against the flat plane of his stomach, a bead of precum already gathering at the slit and sliding in a slow, obscene trail down the crown. 

You wrapped your hand around the base, feeling the heat of him, impossibly hot, like he was running a fever, the pulse thrumming through the sensitive shaft in quick, urgent beats that matched the hammering of his heart. 

He was so hard for you that it looked almost painful, every vein visible along the length of him, straining.

"Such a smart boy," you murmured, leaning in close enough that he could feel the warmth of your breath ghosting over the slick head. "You deserve this. You've been so good, paying attention, remembering every little thing."

You took him into your mouth without warning, deep, all at once, your throat opening to accept him, your lips sealing tight around the root. 

The groan he let out was punched from somewhere deep in his chest, guttural and broken, his hips jerking instinctively upward, his hand flying to your hair and gripping hard enough that you felt the pull at your scalp. 

You held him there, letting your throat contract around the head, swallowing against him, your tongue working the underside in long, flat strokes, pressing into the thick ridge of flesh, tracing the vein that ran from root to tip. 

Saliva pooled around him, warm and thick, spilling from the corners of your stretched lips, making everything slick and wet and obscene, the sounds impossibly loud in the quiet room, wet and gulping and pornographic.

You pulled back slowly, sucking hard, letting your lips drag along his length with a pressure that made his thighs tremble on either side of your head, until only the tip was in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the head in a slow, deliberate circle, tasting the salt of his precum, tracing the sensitive ridge where the head met the shaft, then sank down again, taking him to the hilt, your hand joining your mouth, working the base in a tight, twisting rhythm while your throat took the rest, your nose buried in the coarse dark hair at his root, breathing him in, skin, salt, and the warm, musky scent of his arousal.

"Fuck—fuck, that's—" His voice broke into a moan, raw and fractured, and you felt his cock pulse against your tongue. "Your mouth—god, your fucking mouth—"

You pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your swollen bottom lip to the head of his cock, glistening and elastic in the low light. "I didn't say you could talk."

"Sorry." He was panting, his chest heaving, his fingers still tangled in your hair but loosened now, trembling. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll be quiet. I'll be good."

"That's better." You licked a long, slow stripe up the side of his shaft, from the root where your hand still gripped him to the tip where precum was welling up fresh, flattening your tongue against the underside and dragging upward with deliberate pressure, then took him deep again. 

You set a rhythm, deep and slow, swallowing him until your eyes watered, then fast and shallow, your lips tight around the head, your hand working the slick shaft in counterpoint — then deep again, each time building him up, feeling his thighs tense and shake against your shoulders, hearing his breath quicken into short, sharp pants, feeling his cock throb and jump in your mouth.

When you pulled off again, his cock was glistening, slick with your spit from root to tip, and he was panting like he'd run a marathon, his chest heaving, his shirt rucked up to expose the hard ridges of his stomach, every muscle clenched tight, a sheen of sweat gathering at his hairline.

"Second question," you said, your hand still stroking him slowly, your thumb circling the head, spreading the precum that was leaking steadily now in a slick, slippery film. You squeezed gently and watched his abs contract. "What's my favorite book?"

"The Secret History," he said immediately, without pause, the answer tumbling out like he'd been waiting his whole life to give it. 

"By Donna Tartt. You read it every autumn, you start it the first week the leaves turn, every single year without fail. You have three different copies — the paperback with the broken spine and the coffee stain on page 207, the hardcover your sister gave you for your birthday the year you turned twenty-two, and the e-book you keep on your phone for when you're waiting in line or sitting on the subway and you need something to anchor you." He swallowed, his voice dropping lower, rougher. "You always cry when Henry dies. Every damn time. Even though you know it's coming."

Your cunt clenched hard around nothing at how easily the answers came to him, how much he actually paid attention, not the broad strokes but the fine details, the small sacred things you thought no one noticed. 

"Correct," you said, and your voice was hoarser than you intended.

You leaned in and took him in your mouth again, but this time you made it sloppy, abandoning any pretense of technique or restraint. 

You let the drool run freely down your chin, let it drip onto his balls and pool at the base of his cock, let your nose press onto base and inhale the raw, animal scent of him, let your throat work him with wet, sucking sounds that filled the room, obscene, rhythmic, the kind of sounds that would make a saint blush. 

Your hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently in your palm, feeling them heavy and tight, feeling them draw up closer to his body as you worked him closer and closer to the edge, your other hand braced against his trembling thigh, fingernails leaving little crescent moons in the skin.

"Please," he gasped, and his voice was barely a voice anymore — just breath and want and desperation given sound. "Please, I'm—I'm close—I can't—it's too much, baby—"

You pulled off immediately, leaving him swollen and desperate, your hand gone too, hovering just above his cock without touching, a thin string of saliva still connecting your wet, swollen lips to the head. 

His cock jerked in the open air, flushed and angry and leaking, abandoned.

"I decide when you come," you said, and your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed hard with firm, deliberate pressure, cutting off the orgasm before it could crest, before it could spill over. "Not you. Do you understand?"

"Fuck—" His whole body seized, his hips bucking into nothing, his head thrown back against the couch, the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief. "Okay, okay—I understand—please —"

"You're doing so well, baby." You kissed the tip of his cock, soft and teasing, barely a brush of your lips against the slick head, the ghost of a touch, and watched his entire body shudder. 

"Such a good boy for me. Let's try another question." You sat back on your heels, looking up at him through your lashes, your lips still glistening. "What's the first thing I do when I wake up?"

"Reach for me," he breathed, and his voice cracked on the second word, breaking right down the middle like thin ice. "You—you always reach your hand across the bed before you open your eyes. Before you're even awake. Your fingers go searching across the sheet until they find my arm or my chest or my hip. To check if I'm still there. Every morning. Even when I'm right beside you. Even when I haven't moved."

Something in your chest tightened, a fist around your heart, a constriction that had nothing to do with the game and everything to do with the aching, terrifying tenderness of being known like that — being known so completely, so carefully, that someone had memorized the unconscious language of your body. 

"Correct," you whispered.

You rewarded him with your hand this time, a tight, twisting handjob, your palm slick with spit and precum, the wet sounds of it filling the space between you as you worked his cock from base to tip in long, dragging strokes, twisting your wrist on the upstroke, your thumb pressing hard against the frenulum on every pass. 

He was so hard, so hot in your hand, burning and pulsing, and you watched his stomach muscles jump and twitch with every pass of your thumb over the sensitive head, watched his hands claw at the couch cushions, watched the sweat trail down his temples and into his hairline.

"You like that?" you asked, stroking him faster, tightening your grip until he gasped, your hand a slick, relentless piston. "You like being rewarded for being such a good, attentive boy? For knowing me better than anyone else in that room ever could?"

"Yes—god, yes—" The words were ragged, torn out of him between harsh breaths. "Your hand feels so fucking good—I've been thinking about this all night, about you—only you—"

"What do you like about it?" You slowed your hand just slightly, making him feel every inch of the stroke, and he whimpered — actually whimpered, a small, broken sound that made your cunt throb.

He struggled to form words, his hips twitching up into your grip, chasing the friction. "You—your hand—the way you look at me, like you're proud of me—like I'm—like I'm yours—like I belong to you, fuck—"

"I am yours, handsome," you said, and you squeezed him harder, watching his eyes roll back in his head, his mouth falling open, a strangled moan escaping from deep in his throat. "But more importantly—" 

You leaned in close, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, your breath hot and deliberate. "You're mine. This cock is mine. These sounds you're making are mine. Every desperate, jealous, brilliant inch of you belongs to me. And I don't share."

His whole body arched off the couch, a sob caught between a moan and your name tearing from his throat, his cock jumping and pulsing in your grip, precum spilling over your knuckles in a hot, sticky flood. "Yours," he gasped. "I'm yours—only yours—please—"

You didn't let him breathe. 

The moment your lips sealed around the head of his cock, you swallowed him whole — no hesitation, no teasing. 

Your throat opened for him, a hot, slick channel that gripped his shaft as you forced him deeper. 

The urge to gag was a distant reflex, one you crushed by sheer will, holding him there while your throat pulsed and clenched around the thick ridge of his cockhead. Saliva flooded your mouth, spilling out the corners where your lips strained to keep the seal tight.

Your hand worked the base, a relentless jacking motion that kept the rhythm brutal and unyielding. Palm slick with spit, fingers wrapped tight around the root, you stroked him in counterpoint to the bobbing of your head, up when you pulled off, down when you dove. 

The obscene sound of your mouth working him filled the room, a chorus of choked breaths and thick, sucking noises that made your own pussy ache.

He was shaking. Not just his legs—his whole body, a tremor that started in his hips and rippled up through his stomach, his chest, his clenched jaw. You could feel it in the way his cock pulsed against your tongue, in the desperate hitch of his breathing. 

Every time you took him deep, his hands fisted the sheets, knuckles white, a shudder running through him like he was trying to hold back a scream.

You pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to his glistening cockhead. 

Your hand didn't stop — two hard, fast strokes that pumped him through the air, the slick sound of your palm against his shaft loud and filthy. 

Precum leaked from his slit, glossy and salty, mixing with your saliva until his entire length was dripping. You watched the way his cock twitched, the vein on the underside bulging, the head dark and swollen. He was literally right there — on the edge, balanced on a razor of sensation.

You didn't let him fall. Not yet.

You leaned back in, mouth open wide, and took him deep again. 

Throat swallowing him down, your tongue pressing flat against the underside, the taste of him and the faint bitterness of precum, flooding your senses. A low, guttural moan escaped you, vibrating around his shaft, and his whole body jerked.

Pull off. Stroke, stroke. Breathe. 

His cock slapped against your chin, your fingers pumping him fast, the head slick and shining. He was whimpering now, tiny, broken sounds that were more air than voice. His hips twitched, trying to thrust, but you held him still with your hand, the other pressing flat against his stomach to feel the muscles jumping under your palm.

Deep again. 

You took him to the root, your throat convulsing around him, the gag reflex sharp but overridden by pure need. Saliva spilled out, running down your chin, down your neck, pooling on his thighs. You could taste his desperation, the sharp, almost metallic edge of his restrained climax. His balls were tight, drawn up against his body, heavy and full.

Pull off. Stroke, stroke. 

Precum beaded at his slit again, a pearly drop that you caught with your thumb, smearing it over the head. His cock jumped in your hand, a violent twitch that made him gasp. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, glistening, threatening to spill. You watched them, felt the tremor in his thighs, the way his breath hitched and stuttered.

Deep. 

Your throat swallowed him, and you held him there, letting the tight ring of your lips press against his base. Your tongue moved, laving the underside, tracing the thick vein that pulsed with every beat of his heart. You could feel him straining — every muscle locked, every nerve firing, his body begging for release. A sob escaped him, raw and broken, and you knew he was close.

Pull off. Stroke. Wait.

His cock was slick with spit and precum, your hand working him slowly now, deliberately, just enough to keep him teetering. His knees buckled, and he sagged against the couch, eyes screwed shut, tears tracking down his flushed cheeks. 

He was beyond words, beyond thought, he was just a trembling mess of need, held together by your will.

You leaned in again, tongue flattening, and dragged the flat of it from his balls to his tip, the long, wet stripe making him cry out. Then you took him deep, one last time, your throat working around him, the convulsions matching the rhythm of your hand on his base. 

Saliva dripped, and you held him there, on the edge, perfect, trembling, totally yours.

"Fourth question," you said, and your voice was rough now, scraped raw from the abuse on your throat, from having him deep, thick, and relentless in your mouth, the sound of you hoarse and used and unmistakably filthy. "What's my favorite position?"

"Riding," he gasped, and the word came out like a prayer, like a confession, like something he'd been dying to say. "You like—being on top. Controlling the pace. Controlling me. Watching my face when you take what you want."

"Correct."

You stood up slowly, your knees aching pleasantly from the hardwood, and he watched you with desperate, hungry eyes, those brilliant dark eyes tracking every inch of movement like a man watching water in a desert. 

You reached for the hem of your dress and pulled it over your head in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. 

Then your safety shorts, shimmying them down your thighs, kicking them aside. 

Then your panties, you hooked your thumbs under the waistband and dragged them down slowly, letting him see the wet patch that had soaked through the cotton, the slick shine of arousal on your inner thighs. 

You stepped out of them and stood before him completely naked, and he was still half-dressed, shirt rucked up, jeans bunched at mid-thigh, cock jutting obscenely from his lap, and the power imbalance made your skin flush with heat, made your cunt throb with the rightness of it, you bare, exposed, and in control while he sat there desperate, disheveled, and utterly at your mercy.

"Get these off," you said, gesturing to his shirt with a flick of your fingers.

He tore it off over his head so fast the fabric made a snapping sound, and you took a moment, you let yourself take it, to look at him. 

The lean muscle of his chest, the defined ridges of his abdomen still trembling with restrained tension, the sharp cut of his collarbones that you'd bitten marks into before, the flush that spread from his cheekbones down his neck and across his chest like a wildfire, pink and blotchy and so pretty. 

A thin sheen of sweat made his skin glow in the low light. He was beautiful, and he was yours, and he'd spent the whole night seething with jealousy over the mere idea of someone else having you, and now here he was, laid out, waiting, and so, so fucking hard.

"On the bed. Back against the headboard."

He scrambled off the couch with an eagerness that was almost clumsy, all that controlled brilliance reduced to fumbling urgency, and you watched the flex of his back muscles as he moved. 

He walked ahead of you toward the bedroom, and you followed close behind, your hand pressed flat against the warm skin between his shoulder blades, feeling the knobs of his spine, the way his muscles shifted under your palm with every step. 

When you reached the bedroom, he turned, meaning to climb onto the mattress, but you pressed a hand to his chest and stopped him.

"Let me," you said.

Before he could respond, before that quick mind of his could calculate what you were doing, you hopped up onto the bed yourself, settling back against the headboard with your legs slightly parted, letting him see the wet, glistening mess between your thighs. 

You patted the space in front of you.

"Come here. Face me. Back against the headboard."

He moved like a man in a trance, climbing onto the bed and sliding back until his shoulders pressed against the headboard, positioning himself exactly as you'd asked, right beside you at first, but you reached over and grabbed his hip, tugging him in front of you, guiding him until he was settled against the wood with his legs stretched out and his cock standing hard and slick against his stomach, the head dark and swollen and leaking steadily, and he was looking at you like you were the answer to every question he'd ever been asked, every equation he'd ever solved, every argument he'd ever won.

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips, but you didn't sit on him yet. 

You held yourself there, hovering, the wet heat of your folds just inches from the tip of his cock, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating off you. Instead you reached down between your bodies, wrapping your hand around his cock, feeling him pulse in your grip, and positioned the head at your entrance. 

You held there, and you watched him fight the urge to thrust up. His jaw was clenched so tight you could see the muscle jumping, his hands gripping the sheets on either side of his hips, tendons standing out in his forearms, every line of his body singing with the effort of holding still.

"Question," you said, your voice steady even as your cunt throbbed against the head of his cock, even as your own body screamed at you to sink down. "What's my safe word?"

"Red," he said, and his voice was strained, thin, barely holding together. "And—and if I say yellow, you slow down. You check in. You don't stop, but you give me a moment."

"Correct."

You lowered yourself onto him. Inch by devastating inch.The stretch made both of you moan, your voices tangling together in the quiet room, yours high and breathy and breaking, his low and guttural and wrecked. 

He was thick, so fucking thick, impossibly thick, and you took him slowly, feeling every ridge and vein as your walls gripped him, pulled him deeper, your body opening for him like it had been made to. 

You could hear it — the wet, obscene sound of your pussy taking him in, the soft squelch of arousal as he sank deeper, the slick friction of your bodies joining. 

The sounds he made, made you even crazier. 

A sharp hiss through clenched teeth as the head pushed past your entrance. A broken, stuttering groan as you sank lower, as your tight heat swallowed another inch. 

A whimper when you clenched around him involuntarily, your walls fluttering and gripping. Then a full, deep moan from somewhere in his chest as you took him to the root, the sound vibrating through his body and into yours where you were pressed together. 

You loved those sounds. You wanted to live inside them. You wanted to pull them out of him one by one and keep them in your mouth like hard candy.

When you were fully seated, his hips flush against yours, his cock buried so deep inside you that you could feel him in your stomach, you paused, letting yourself adjust to the fullness of him, letting your walls stretch and soften around his girth. 

You could feel him twitching inside you, feel every pulse and throb of his cock against your sensitive walls, and you could feel your own arousal dripping down his shaft, pooling at the base where your bodies joined.

"Look at that," you breathed, grinding your hips in slow circles, feeling him shift inside you, feeling the head drag against that spot that made your vision blur. "Feel that, baby? Feel how tight I am for you? How my pussy is just—gripping you? Squeezing you?"

"Yes—fuck, you feel—you're so tight—you're so fucking tight and wet and—"

"So tight. So wet." You reached down, pressing your fingers against where your bodies joined, against the stretched, slick skin where his cock disappeared inside you, and you felt your own wetness coating your fingertips, felt the heat of it. 

You brought your fingers up and showed him, glistening and dripping, then pressed them back down, smearing your arousal over your swollen clit. "You feel how wet you make me? This is all for you. This pussy—" you clenched around him hard, making him choke on a moan, "—all yours. No one else's. Only yours."

He made a sound that was almost a sob, his head falling back against the headboard, his eyes squeezed shut, his throat exposed and vulnerable. "I love you—I love you so much—I'm so fucking in love with you—"

"I know you do." You started to move, slow at first, rolling your hips in lazy circles that made his cock drag against every sensitive spot inside you, grinding down onto him with a deliberate, unhurried rhythm that let you feel every inch. 

The sounds he was making were making you insane, making your cunt drip around him, making you want to tear him apart and put him back together. 

"But I need you to show me. Can you do that? Can you show me how much you love me? With your hands—your mouth—every part of you?"

"Yes — yes, anything — anything you want —"

You reached up, cupping your own breasts, squeezing them together, rolling your nipples between your fingers, pulling and twisting until they were tight, peaked points, until the sharp little sparks of sensation traveled straight down to where his cock was buried inside you. 

The sight of you touching yourself while riding him made his eyes go dark, his pupils swallowing everything, and his hands flew to your hips like they were pulled by a magnet, gripping hard.

"Touch me," you commanded, and your voice was breathless and authoritative all at once. "Touch my tits. Show me how much you want me. Show me what you wanted to do to me all night while that asshole was putting his hands on me."

His hands moved immediately, replacing yours, cupping your breasts, his palms warm and slightly rough against the soft skin, his thumbs finding your nipples and rolling them, circling them, pinching them with just enough pressure to make you gasp and your walls clench around his cock. 

He was touching you like you were sacred and profane all at once, worshipful, desperate, reverent and hungry in equal measure, like he couldn't believe he was allowed to have you, like at any moment someone might rip you away. 

His fingers squeezed and pulled and teased, and every touch sent a jolt of electricity straight to your cunt, made you grind down harder onto him, made the wet sounds between your legs louder, filthier.

"That's it," you moaned, your head falling back, starting to ride him in earnest now, picking up the pace. "That's my good boy. My perfect, jealous, brilliant boy."

You found a rhythm, your hips slamming down onto his, your thighs burning with the effort, the muscles in your legs screaming and you didn't care, you didn't care about anything except the drag of his cock inside you and the obscene symphony of sounds filling the room: skin slapping against skin, sharp and rhythmic, the wet squelch of your arousal every time you sank down onto him, the creak of the headboard against the wall.

"Who does this cock belong to?" you asked, your voice low and filthy, ragged with exertion and want.

"Yours," he said immediately, no hesitation, the word ripped from him like it was the only truth he'd ever known. "It's yours. Always yours. Only ever been yours."

"And this pussy?" You clenched around him as you asked, making him jerk underneath you.

"Mine," he groaned, and the word was guttural, possessive, desperate. "Please—please, it's mine—say it's mine—I need to hear it—"

"Correct."

You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his shoulders, and rode him harder, faster, using the new angle to drive him deeper, the head of his dick slamming against your cervix with every thrust, a bright sharp pulse of pleasure-pain that made you cry out. 

Your clit was aching, swollen, desperate for attention, and you reached down, pressing two fingers against it, circling in tight, fast movements while you fucked yourself on his cock, the combined sensation making your thighs shake, making your vision go white at the edges.

"Look at me," you commanded, and your voice was barely a voice anymore, just heat and want.

He did. 

Those dark, brilliant eyes locked onto yours, and the vulnerability in them, the raw, open need, the surrender, the way he was giving you every last piece of himself without reservation, made your pussy clench around him hard, made your fingers falter on your clit, made something crack open in your chest.

"You're so big," you moaned, your voice breaking, fracturing into something high and desperate and completely undignified, and you didn't care, you didn't care about anything except how he felt inside you. "So fucking hard—so deep—all for me? This perfect cock, all for me? No one else gets this—no one else ever, shit—"

"All for you—all of it—every inch—everything I am—everything I have—it's all yours—it's always been yours—"

"Then take it," you said, and you pressed your mouth to his ear, your breath hot and damp against the shell of it. "Take what's yours. Grab my hips and fuck up into me. Show me who I belong to."

His hands clamped onto your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises tomorrow, ten points of pressure digging into your flesh, and he started thrusting up into you, hard, deep, relentless strokes that punched sounds out of you that you didn't even know you could make, that made you glad the neighbors were far away. 

The sound of his hips slapping against your ass, he was groaning on every thrust, groaning and cursing and saying your name like it was the only word left in his vocabulary.

You felt the orgasm building — that hot, coiling tension deep in your stomach, the way your walls started to flutter and clamp around him in irregular pulses, the way your thighs started to tremble uncontrollably. 

You slowed down, grinding in slow circles, squeezing him tight inside you, watching him fight and lose the urge to thrust up into you, his hips jerking in short, aborted little movements that made the most delicious broken sounds spill from his throat.

"Question," you said, your voice breathless, barely more than a whisper. "What's my biggest insecurity?"

He didn't hesitate. 

"That people only want you for what you can give them, not for who you are," he said, and his voice was rough and raw and so fucking earnest it hurt. "That if you stopped being useful—if you stopped giving, stopped performing, stopped being what they needed—they'd leave. That you're only as valuable as what you can do for people. That no one would stay for just—just you."

Your heart stuttered in your chest. The answer was so precise, so perfect, so devastatingly complete that it stole your breath, made your eyes sting, made your walls squeeze around him involuntarily not from pleasure but from the aching, terrifying fullness of being seen like that.

"Correct," you whispered, and your voice cracked on the word.

You rewarded him by speeding up again, slamming down onto him with everything you had, your fingers working your clit in frantic circles, your palm slapping wetly against your slick skin with every movement. 

You were close, you could feel him getting there too, his cock pulsing and twitching inside you, his thrusts getting sloppier, more desperate, his rhythm falling apart, and those deep, guttural moans that cracked into whimpers on the upstroke, these broken, bitten-off groans every time you clenched around him, these shaky exhales that sounded like they were being dragged out of him against his will.

"Can you come inside me?" you asked, the words tumbling out before you could stop them, before you could think, before you could be anything other than a desperate, trembling thing riding his cock. "Can you—come with me? Inside me? I want to feel it—I want to feel you filling me up—"

"Yes—yes, please—I want to—I want to fill you up—want it so bad—want you to feel me dripping out of you for hours—"

"Then wait for me," you commanded, and you grabbed his face with your free hand, your thumb pressing into his cheek, forcing him to look at you. "You don't come until I tell you to. Hold it. Be good."

His hand flew to your clit, replacing your fingers, and he rubbed in tight, firm circles — not too soft, not too hard, just right, just the way you liked it, because of course he knew, of course he'd memorized this too.

His other hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, guiding your movements, pulling you down onto him with every thrust. 

His touch was perfect, devastatingly perfect, and you let yourself fall into the sensation, let the pleasure build and build and build, a wave swelling higher and higher, your walls clenching and releasing around him in a rhythm you couldn't control anymore.

"Is this what you wanted?" you asked, your voice ragged, shredded. "Is this what you were thinking about all night while you were being jealous? While you were watching him touch me? Were you thinking about bending me over and reminding me whose I am?"

"Yes—fuck, yes—I just wanted you—only you—I wanted to drag you out of that party and take you home and—and show you—"

"You have me." You pressed your forehead against his, your breath mingling with his, your noses brushing, so close you could see the wetness in his eyes, the way his pupils had swallowed everything dark and desperate. "You've always had me. You've always been the only one. Now come for me. Fill me up. Show me I'm yours."

The orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing through you with a force that made your vision go white, made your back arch so hard your spine cracked.

Riki followed with a broken cry, your name and a sob and a moan all tangled together into a sound you'd never heard him make before, something raw and utterly undone.

His hips bucking up into you, grinding deep, spilling hot and thick and deep inside you, pulse after pulse after pulse, his cock jerking inside you with every wave, filling you until you could feel it, feel the heat of him flooding your walls, feel it dripping down his shaft and out around the seal of your bodies.

You rode him through it, through every twitch and shudder and aftershock, your hips moving in slow, lazy circles, your walls still fluttering around him, milking every last drop, until you were both trembling and spent, his cock softening inside you, your thighs shaking and weak, your bodies slick with sweat and slick with each other. 

You collapsed against his chest, your forehead pressed into the curve of his neck, tasting salt on his skin, his arms coming around you immediately, his cock still buried inside you, soft and warm, neither of you moved.

"Was that a good enough apology?" he whispered, and his voice was hoarse, wrecked, barely a sound at all.

You laughed, soft and breathless, the vibration of it traveling through your body and into his, and you felt him twitch inside you. "It was a start."

He kissed the top of your head, long and lingering, his lips pressed into your hair, his arms tightening around you. "When can I start earning more?"

You pulled back just enough to look at him — at the flush still burning on his cheekbones, at the sweat drying at his temples, at the fire still burning low and hungry in those dark, brilliant eyes, not sated at all, just banked, waiting. "How about right now?"

You felt him harden inside you again, felt the stretch and the pulse of it, his cock swelling against your walls, filling you back up, and you smiled, slow and wicked.

"Question number five," you said, and you started to move again, a slow, deliberate roll of your hips that made him hiss through his teeth. "What's my favorite sound?"

"You moaning my name," he said, without hesitation, without a fraction of a second's pause, and his voice was low and rough and certain.

"Correct."

You lowered yourself onto him again, taking him to the hilt, and his groan, deep and broken and reverberating through both your bodies, was the most beautiful thing you'd ever heard.

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贫困 needy trip pt.1 — n.rk au 旅行

黑穗病 ─── "You're too fucking pretty, baby. makes me wanna do bad things to you." Ni-ki always pretends to be a good boy in front of your parents, especially on your first family trip together, but despite the situation, he can't help wanting to fuck you every second.

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㰙꯭ؚۣۙۗ㰛꯭ؚؔ 𝓦arnings: MDNI, PORN WITH PLOT, smut, unprotected sex (don't!), spanking, fingerfucking, oral sex (m!), semi-public sex, rough sex, light degradation/praise, profanity, clit play, boob/nipple play, teasing, cum eating, thigh fucking, pet names (dwarf, baby, love, slut, good girl, etc..), finger sucking, risky sex (um your family is literally a room away), panty fucking, silencing behavior, mentions of jealousy, wall sex, edging, overstimulation, making out, consensual bratting, heavy petting, lmk if moree

𝓡ina's note: i've literally had this au in drafts for ages, its actually much longer, so i'll do it in two or maybe more parts, though it'll probably only be two... i wanted to post it in one part, but tumblr went crazy and couldnt handle so much text... anyway, i hope u like it, and if u did like or reblog. .u. (remember i have asks open and u can be on my perm taglist)

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The soft golden light of sunrise filtered through the sheer curtains of your bedroom, casting a warm glow over the chaos you'd created.

Clothes were scattered across the floor, skincare products lined up on your desk, and your open suitcase sat like a gaping mouth waiting to be fed.

It was barely 6:15 AM, and the house was already alive with the sounds of your mom calling out instructions from downstairs.

You stood in the middle of the mess, tossing another pair of denim shorts into the suitcase while Riki lounged on the edge of your bed like he had zero worries in the world.

He looked unfairly good for this early hour. ash blonde hair with sandy blonde undertones tousled just right, that signature silver streak catching the light. he wore an oversized Chrome Hearts hoodie, the cross necklace you loved dangling against his chest, baggy black cargos, and a couple of silver rings on his long fingers.

To everyone else, Nishimura Riki was the definition of a bad boy— nonchalant, cocky, always pushing boundaries. but here, in your house, he played the role of the perfect, polite boyfriend flawlessly.

Riki tilted his head, watching you with an amused smirk.

"Babe… you're actually packing right now?" he asked, voice low and teasing. "we're leaving in like two hours, dwarf. i packed everything a week ago."

You shot him a glare over your shoulder, grabbing a stack of bikinis. "and? not everyone is obsessed with being early like you, Riki. chill."

He let out a quiet laugh, leaning back on his elbows. "nah, i'm just responsible. you've been hyping this beach cabin trip for two months straight and you're still throwing random shit in a suitcase at the last minute. classic dwarf behavior."

"Call me dwarf one more time and i'm throwing this straight at your head" you warned, holding up a hairbrush.

Riki grinned, completely unfazed. "dwarf."

You threw the hairbrush. he dodged it effortlessly, laughing under his breath as it landed on the bed beside him.

"See? violent. this is why you need me around— to keep you in check" he said, picking up the brush and tossing it back to you lightly. "hurry up though, for real. your mom's gonna lose her mind if we're late."

Before you could reply, the door opened and Seonghyun —your 13-year-old brother— shuffled inside, still in his pajamas, hair a complete disaster, eyes barely open.

"Mom's already screaming downstairs" he groaned, immediately collapsing face-first onto your bed like it was his personal territory. "she said if you're not done in ten minutes she's dragging you out by your hair."

Riki reached over and ruffled Seonghyun's messy hair with a smirk. "told you, dwarf. even the kid knows you're slacking."

Seonghyun lifted his head, grinning as he looked between you two. 'Yeah. Riki-hyung finished packing forever ago. he showed me his suitcase yesterday. everything was folded and organized. yours looks like a bomb went off."

You crossed your arms, staring at the two boys now teaming up against you. "oh, so this is how it's gonna be? you two ganging up on me at six in the morning?"

Riki shrugged innocently, that cocky smirk still firmly in place. "we're just stating facts. you've had two months to prepare and you're doing this now? crazy work."

Seonghyun nodded enthusiastically, still sprawled across your bed. "mom's gonna yell at you so bad. she already told me to bring my suitcase down ten minutes ago. Riki-hyung helped me zip it."

You threw another shirt— this time at your brother. "traitor. go help Mom instead of lying on my bed like you pay rent here."

"But it's comfy" Seonghyun whined dramatically, hugging your pillow. "and Riki-hyung is right. you always do this. last time we went to grandma's you forgot your phone charger and cried the whole way there."

Riki laughed quietly, clearly enjoying himself way too much. "see? even your little brother remembers. you're such a silly girl sometimes, dwarf."

You pointed at him. "you're supposed to be on my side, idiot."

"Nah" he replied in a lazy tone "i'm on the side of truth. and the truth is you suck at packing."

Seonghyun snickered into the pillow. "burn."

You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. "both of you can leave my room if you're just gonna bully me. especially you, Riki. Mr. 'i don't care about anything' but somehow super excited to be stuck in a beach cabin with my entire family for two weeks."

Riki raised an eyebrow, the teasing glint in his eyes sharpening. "what? can't a guy be excited to spend time with his girlfriend's family? your parents like me. i'm charming."

"Yeah, because you fake it so well" you muttered, stuffing more clothes into the suitcase. "out in the streets you're all bad boy this, tattoos that… but the second my dad walks in you turn into 'yes sir, no sir, would you like help with the bags sir?'"

Seonghyun sat up suddenly. "wait, is that true? Riki-hyung, are you fake?"

Riki shrugged, completely unbothered. "gotta make a good impression, kid. your sister's the real menace here."

"Menace?" you scoffed, zipping your suitcase with more force than necessary. "you literally got three new tattoos after your mom told you not to. you're the definition of shameless."

"And you love it" he shot back with a wink, voice low enough that Seonghyun didn’t catch the full tone.

Your brother groaned loudly. "ew, stop flirting. i'm literally right here."

The sound of your mom's voice echoed up the stairs again. "Seonghyun! come down and help with the coolers! and tell your sister if she's not ready in five minutes we're leaving without her!"

Seonghyun jumped up dramatically. "told you! good luck, sis. Riki-hyung, save me a seat in the car."

"Bet" Riki replied, doing a small fist bump with the younger boy as he left.

Once the door clicked shut, Riki stood up and walked over to you. he placed his hands on your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder for a moment as you tried to close the overfilled suitcase.

"You're really testing me already, dwarf" he murmured, amusement clear in his voice. "two weeks with your family around… and you're gonna keep being a brat the whole time, huh?"

You leaned back into him just slightly, smirking. "maybe. what are you gonna do about it?"

He pressed a quick, soft kiss to the side of your neck before pulling away, ever careful not to get too handsy with your family awake and moving around. "you'll see. now finish packing before your mom actually comes up here and drags both of us downstairs."

You finally managed to zip the suitcase. Riki, ever the gentleman when it mattered, lifted it effortlessly for you.

"Ready?" he asked, that signature nonchalant expression back on his face.

You nodded, grabbing your backpack. "let's go before i change my mind and stay home just to annoy you."

He chuckled, opening the door for you. "after you, dwarf."

As you both headed downstairs, the chaos of your family preparing for the trip filled the air— your dad loading the car, your mom organizing snacks, Seonghyun complaining about having to sit in the back seat again. Riki slipped seamlessly into his well-behaved boyfriend role, greeting your parents politely and offering to help carry more bags.

But every time he passed by you, that mischievous glint in his eyes promised that the real Riki— the teasing, relentless one —was waiting for the right moment.

The entire family was already loaded up and waiting in the driveway when you finally dragged your last bag outside. your dad was behind the wheel, checking the time on the dashboard for the third time.

Your mom was in the passenger seat organizing snacks and drinks. Seonghyun had already claimed the right back seat, and Riki was sitting behind your mom, long legs stretched out as much as possible.

You took your sweet time putting the final bag in the trunk.

"Babe, come on" Riki called out the open window, sounding amused. "we're all waiting on you, dwarf."

"I'm coming, i'm coming!" you replied, rolling your eyes as you finally climbed into the car, squeezing between Seonghyun and Riki in the back seat.

The second you closed the door, your dad sighed loudly and started reversing out of the driveway.

"Finally" he muttered, half-joking but clearly a little annoyed. "we were supposed to leave at 6:30. it's almost 7:15. one day you're going to make us miss a flight or something."

Seonghyun immediately jumped in. "yeah, dad's right. you always do this."

Riki leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, that signature lazy smirk on his face. "for real. i told her upstairs she was gonna be late. she still took forever, sir."

Your jaw dropped as you looked between the three of them. "are you serious right now? all of you are seriously attacking me? i had to make sure i didn't forget anything!"

Your dad chuckled, eyes on the road. "sweetheart, you've had two months to pack. we all packed days ago."

"Exactly" Riki added smoothly, glancing at you with teasing eyes. "even i packed early, and i'm not even part of the family yet."

Seonghyun snickered. "Riki-hyung packed a week ago. he's more prepared than you."

You turned and smacked Riki's thigh lightly with the back of your hand. "you're supposed to be on my side, idiot! why are you agreeing with them?"

Riki laughed quietly, rubbing the spot you hit even though it didn't hurt. "i'm just being honest, dwarf. you can't get mad at me for telling the truth."

Another smack to his leg. "you're the worst boyfriend ever. i hate you.”

"No you don't" he replied cockily, dodging your next playful hit. "you love me. stop hitting me, baby."

Seonghyun was full-on laughing now, leaning forward to look at you. "she's so mad. look at her face! Riki-hyung, she's gonna explode."

"Mom, help me out here" you complained, smacking Riki's arm this time. "you're literally my boyfriend. act like it."

Riki grinned, completely unfazed. "nah, i'm switzerland. neutral. except you're clearly wrong in this situation, dwarf."

"Two against one!" Seonghyun cheered. "actually three against one if you count Dad."

Your dad laughed from the front seat. "i'm staying out of this. but yes, you were late, kiddo."

You groaned dramatically and crossed your arms, sinking deeper into the seat. "i can't believe this. my own family and my boyfriend turning on me. this vacation is cursed already."

The car fell into a comfortable rhythm as your dad merged onto the highway.

The beach was around 100 km away — roughly an hour and twenty minutes if traffic was decent. golden morning light streamed through the windows, and the distant sound of music played low from the radio.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, Riki nudged your knee with his.

"You still mad, dwarf?" he asked, voice low and teasing.

"Yes" you huffed, turning your head away from him to look out the window.

He leaned closer, shoulder brushing yours. "c'mon, don't be like that. you know i'm just messing with you."

You ignored him.

Seonghyun, sensing an opportunity, joined in again. "she's giving you the silent treatment already, hyung. that's a new record."

Riki chuckled. "she'll crack in like five minutes. watch."

You whipped your head around. "i can hear you two, you know."

Both boys started laughing. Seonghyun reached over and poked your arm. "she's so easy to annoy."

"Stop it" you whined, swatting his hand away before turning to smack Riki's leg again. "and you— you're supposed to defend me! not team up with my little brother!"

Riki caught your wrist gently before you could hit him a third time, his long fingers wrapping around it. "quit hitting me, dwarf. i'm driving-safe here."

"You're not even driving!" you shot back.

"Still. respect your elders" he said with a straight face.

"You're only five months older than me, dumbass."

Seonghyun burst out laughing again. "she called you dumbass. Mom, did you hear that?"

Your mom turned slightly in her seat. "you three better behave back there. we still have over an hour left. i don't want to hear constant fighting the whole way."

Riki instantly switched modes. his posture straightened, voice turning polite and smooth. "sorry, Ms. mom, we're just playing around. we'll quiet down."

Your mom smiled, satisfied. "thank you, Riki. at least one of you has manners."

The second your mom turned back around, Riki looked at you with the most devilish little smirk, mouthing "told you" before leaning back casually.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "fake" you whispered.

He just winked.

For the next twenty minutes the car was relatively calm. your dad talked with your mom about directions and where to stop for coffee.

Seonghyun put his earbuds in and started playing games on his phone. you scrolled through your own phone until Riki's hand found its way to your thigh, resting there innocently under the cover of the blanket your mom had tossed back earlier.

He squeezed once — not enough for anyone to notice, but enough to make you glance at him.

"Still mad at me, babe?" he whispered, barely moving his lips.

"You're annoying" you whispered back.

"Yeah, but you like it."

You tried to hide your smile and failed. Riki noticed immediately and smirked, giving your thigh another light squeeze before pulling his hand back like the perfect gentleman.

The drive had taken a little over an hour and twenty minutes, but the moment your dad turned onto the quiet coastal road, the view opened up.

The beach cabin sat right near the shore, elevated slightly on wooden stilts with a wide deck overlooking the ocean. The smell of salt and sea air hit you instantly as soon as the car doors opened — thick, refreshing, and impossible to ignore.

"Wow…" you breathed out, stepping onto the wooden path leading to the front door.

"Not bad" Riki said casually, but you could see the spark in his eyes. He was excited, even if he tried to play it cool.

Your dad unlocked the front door and everyone started unloading the suitcases, leaving most of them piled near the entrance for now. the inside of the cabin was beautiful — light wooden walls, big windows letting in natural light, and that constant sound of waves in the background.

"Alright, let's check out the rooms first" your mom suggested, already taking charge.

There was one large master bedroom with its own bathroom — obviously for your parents — and two smaller but still cozy bedrooms down the hall.

Seonghyun immediately sprinted toward one of the smaller rooms and threw himself onto the bed with a loud bounce.

"This one's mine!" he yelled, spreading his arms and legs like a starfish. "it's so cool! look at the little window, i can see the ocean from here!"

Riki walked into the room after him, nodding slowly like some kind of interior design expert. he crossed his arms, tilting his head as he inspected the space.

"Yeah, this layout is nice" he said thoughtfully. "good natural light. smart use of space." he glanced at your dad, who was doing the exact same thing in the hallway. Riki copied the motion perfectly, mirroring your dad's posture and serious expression. "very well designed, sir. i like the wooden details.”

Your dad smiled, clearly pleased. "right? the pictures online didn't do it justice."

You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at how obviously Riki was trying to impress him.

Your mom, however, was already in full organization mode.

"Enough sightseeing for now" she called out. "let's get all the suitcases inside first. food goes in the kitchen, clothes in the rooms. Seonghyun, stop jumping on the bed and help carry things!"

"But Mommm" Seonghyun whined dramatically from his new bed. "can't we go to the beach first? we've been in the car forever!"

"No. unpack first, beach later" your mom said firmly. "now move."

Riki immediately switched back into perfect-boyfriend mode. "i'll start bringing the heavier bags in, Ms. Mom"

You both grabbed a couple of suitcases and headed toward the second smaller room — the one that would be yours and Riki's for the trip. the moment you stepped inside and closed the door halfway, Riki's entire demeanor changed.

He quickly glanced toward the hallway, checking if your parents were in sight. when he confirmed they weren't, he pushed you against the wall with a smooth motion, one hand on your waist, the other cupping the back of your neck as he kissed you hard.

His tongue slipped into your mouth instantly, deep and hungry, like he'd been waiting hours for this. both of his hands slid down to grab your ass roughly, squeezing hard as he pressed his body against yours.

You gasped into the kiss, pushing at his chest. "Riki— stop" you whispered frantically against his lips. "my parents are literally right outside."

He smirked against your mouth, squeezing your ass again, pulling you tighter against him.

"So?" he murmured, voice low and cocky. "they're busy. i've been stuck in a car with you for over an hour acting like a saint. i deserve this, babe."

You turned your head when he tried to kiss you again. "you're so stupid. what if my mom walks in?"

Riki chuckled quietly, clearly enjoying how panicked you were getting. he leaned in and bit your bottom lip teasingly before finally pulling back, hands still resting on your hips.

"Relax. you're acting like we're committing a crime." he stepped away casually, grabbing one of the suitcases like nothing had happened. but the smirk on his face was pure trouble.

You tried to fix your hair, heart still racing. "you're actually insane."

He glanced out the large window that faced the ocean, the waves sparkling under the morning sun. a dangerous little smile spread across his lips.

"Damn… what a nice view" he said, loud enough for you to hear but not too loud. then he turned to you with that signature teasing glint. "you'd look real pretty like that, you know? on all fours, ass up, looking out at the sea while i fuck you from behind. bet the view would be even better with you moaning my name."

Your eyes widened in horror. "Riki!" you hissed, rushing over to smack his arm. "shut the fuck up! what if someone hears you?"

He laughed, that low, shameless sound, clearly loving how worked up you were getting. "relax, dwarf. you're so easy to scare. your face right now is priceless."

"You're such an asshole" you whispered angrily, cheeks burning. "i'm actually going to kill you on this trip."

"Yeah?" He stepped closer again, towering over you "keep talking like that and i'll give you a reason to scream my name for real. see how quiet you can stay then."

You shoved his chest, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped. "my brother is literally in the next room and my parents are unpacking. behave."

Riki raised his hands in mock surrender, but the smirk never left his face. "fine, fine. i'll behave… for now." he picked up another bag, heading toward the closet. "but two weeks is a long time, good luck keeping me in check."

From the hallway, your mom's voice called out again. "kids? how are you doing with the bags?"

Riki instantly straightened up, putting on his polite mask. "almost done, Ms. Mom, we're organizing everything."

You stared at him in disbelief. "fake ass" you muttered under your breath.

He winked at you over his shoulder. "only for them. for you? i'm keeping it real."

Seonghyun's voice echoed from his room. "Mom! can we go to the beach now? i'm dying here!"

The chaos of the family vacation had officially begun, and Riki was already testing every limit he could find — especially yours.

A little while later, after all the suitcases had been dragged into the rooms and the kitchen supplies were mostly put away, you and Riki were finally organizing the last of your clothes in the closet of your shared bedroom.

You folded a stack of shorts while Riki hung up his hoodies, moving with that effortless coolness he always had. from the kitchen, you could hear your mom's voice rising slightly.

"I told you to close the bread bag properly, honey. now it's going to get stale by tomorrow!" your mom complained.

Your dad sigh "it's just bread. we'll finish it before then."

"It's the principle! if you don't close it, the air gets in—"

Riki glanced toward the half-open door and let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. he stepped closer to you, voice low so only you could hear.

"Wow… she really sounds exactly like you when you're nagging me about shit" he teased, that signature smirk on his lips. "same tone and everything. you're literally mini-Mom, dwarf."

You whipped around and smacked his arm playfully. "shut up, Riki. i do not sound like that."

He rubbed his arm dramatically even though you barely hit him. "you kinda do though. 'Riki, you left your shoes in the middle of the room again!'" he said, imitating your voice. "sound familiar?"

You hit his arm again, harder this time. "i said shut up! you're so annoying."

Riki laughed under his breath, catching your wrist before you could smack him a third time. "you love hitting me. violent ass."

Before you could reply, Seonghyun appeared in the doorway, already changed into swim trunks and a tank top, bouncing with energy.

"Mom and Dad are fighting over bread" he announced, rolling his eyes. "this is so boring. can we please go to the beach now? i've been waiting forever!"

Riki immediately nodded, ruffling the younger boy's hair like the cool older brother he pretended to be. "i'm down, bro. beach sounds good. we've been stuck inside long enough."

Seonghyun's face lit up. he turned to you impatiently. "hurry up then! just grab anything and let's go! i wanna build sandcastles and go in the water."

You looked down at your clothes. "i still need to change—"

Riki cut you off with a lazy grin. "don't worry about it, shortie. i'll help her get dressed real quick."

Seonghyun made a disgusted face instantly. "eww! gross. i don't need to know that. i'm leaving!" he turned and practically ran down the hallway, yelling over his shoulder "hurry up or i'm going without you!"

The second Seonghyun disappeared, Riki closed the bedroom door halfway and turned to you with a completely different look in his eyes.

"Get changed, dwarf" he said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he watched you openly.

You rolled your eyes but went to your suitcase anyway.

You pulled out the bikini you had packed specifically to mess with him — a tiny black string bikini with delicate gold accents. the top was barely more than two small triangles that tied around your neck and back, while the bottoms were low-rise with thin strings on the sides that showed a lot of skin.

It was cheeky, borderline scandalous, and you knew it would drive him crazy.

You changed quickly behind the half-closed closet door, then stepped out.

Riki went completely still when he saw you. His eyes dragged slowly down your body, lingering on your chest, your waist, and the way the bottoms sat high on your hips, exposing the curve of your ass.

"Fuck…" he muttered under his breath, pushing off the wall. "you really wore that on purpose, didn't you?"

You gave him an innocent smile, doing a little spin. "what? it's just a bikini. we're at the beach."

He stepped closer, voice dropping. "that's not a bikini, that's a fucking weapon. your ass is barely covered, babe. i'm gonna have to fight myself the whole time we're out there."

"Good" you said sweetly, poking his chest. "maybe you'll finally lose that fake calm attitude."

Riki's jaw clenched, but he smirked. he reached out and tugged lightly on one of the strings at your hip. "you're such a brat. keep playing games and i'll drag you back in here and fuck the attitude out of you while your family's right outside."

You pushed his hand away, trying to hide how his words affected you. "you wish. now stop staring and let's go before Seonghyun comes back complaining."

He groaned quietly but grabbed two towels anyway. before you left the room, he leaned down close to your ear.

"Just know that if i act weird out there… it's your fault for wearing that tiny ass thing."

You smirked and walked out first, swaying your hips a little more than necessary.

The three of you headed down to the beach together. Seonghyun ran ahead excitedly, already kicking off his sandals the second his feet hit the sand.

The ocean was beautiful — clear turquoise water, gentle waves, and soft golden sand stretching out in both directions. not too many people around since it was still early in the day.

Seonghyun turned back to you both. "come on! let's go in the water!"

Riki adjusted his sunglasses, trying (and failing) to keep his eyes off you in that bikini. every time the breeze moved, the strings shifted slightly, and you could practically feel the tension radiating from him.

"You good, Riki?" you asked innocently, tilting your head.

He gave you a tight smile. "Yeah. i'm great."

Seonghyun looked between you two suspiciously. "you guys are being weird again."

Riki quickly recovered, throwing an arm around the younger boy's shoulders. "nah, we're good. race you to the water?"

Seonghyun's competitive side won immediately. "you're on!"

As the two boys sprinted toward the waves, you couldn't help but smile. Riki was playing the perfect role— cool, fun, responsible older boyfriend —but you knew the second he got you alone, that patience he was barely holding onto was going to snap.

And you were going to enjoy pushing him until it did.

The sun was high in the sky by the time you and Riki wandered further into the ocean. Seonghyun had found a group of kids his age and was already fully occupied — screaming, splashing, and building a massive sand fortress with them.

For the first time since arriving, you and Riki had a small moment of semi-privacy.

The water reached just above your waists, the gentle waves rocking your bodies softly. Riki moved behind you and wrapped his long arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. his skin was warm from the sun, wet and smooth against yours.

He pressed soft, slow kisses along your bare shoulder, then up the side of your neck, savoring the taste of salt on your skin.

"Fuck, baby…" he murmured lowly against your ear, voice husky. "you look insane in this bikini. literally got me rock hard under these shorts right now."

You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head back against his shoulder. "you're so dramatic."

"i'm serious" he whispered, kissing right below your ear. "been trying to hide it since you walked out wearing basically nothing. i miss you already… even though you're right here. you're too fucking pretty, baby. makes me wanna do bad things to you."

His hands stroked your waist under the water, thumbs brushing the strings of your bikini bottoms. he kept kissing your neck lazily, occasionally nipping at the skin just enough to make you shiver.

"You really wore this tiny thing just to mess with me, didn't you?" he continued, voice low and teasing. "such a little brat. you know exactly what you do to me."

You turned your head slightly, smiling. "maybe. is it working?"

"Too well" he groaned quietly, pressing his hips forward so you could feel how hard he was against your ass. "if your brother wasn't twenty meters away i'd already be inside you."

You turned around in his arms to face him, the water lapping between your bodies. Riki's eyes were dark despite the bright sunlight.

You cupped his face and kissed him slowly, deeply. it wasn't rushed or desperate — just hungry. your tongues moved together lazily, savoring each other while the waves pushed you closer.

His hands stayed on your waist, occasionally sliding down to squeeze your ass under the water.

After a long minute you pulled back, breathing a little heavier. "i'm starting to get hungry…"

Riki hummed, still brushing his nose against yours. "yeah, me too. your mom's probably got something ready by now. it's like… noon already."

You both reluctantly separated and waved Seonghyun over. he came running, dripping wet and grinning ear to ear.

"We're gonna go eat something" Riki told him. "stay close to the other kids and don't go too deep, okay? come back to the cabin in a bit when you're hungry."

"Yeah, yeah" Seonghyun said, already turning back to his new friends. "i'll come later!"

When you got back to the cabin, the sensation of dry sand sticking to your wet skin immediately made you grimace.

"Ugh, i hate this feeling" you complained, brushing sand off your arms. "i'm gonna shower real quick."

Riki raised an eyebrow. "already? we're probably getting back in the water after lunch. doesn't make sense to shower now."

You crossed your arms. "i don't care. i hate feeling sticky. i'm showering."

Your dad, who had just returned from checking on Seonghyun, simply shook his head with a small smile and headed back outside, choosing not to get involved.

Your mom, however, overheard from the kitchen and sighed. "you two, stop bickering so much. it's only the first day."

Riki instantly put on his polite mask, smiling sweetly at your mom. "we're not fighting, Ms. mom, it's just a small exchange of ideas. healthy communication, right?"

You rolled your eyes so hard it was almost painful. "fake" you muttered under your breath as you walked toward the bathroom.

Your mom chuckled. "Riki, you're not allowed to go in the bathroom with her. i'm watching you" she teased lightly.

Riki laughed innocently. "i just wanna make sure she's okay. i'll be quick."

The second you both entered the bathroom, the energy shifted completely.

You started pulling out a fresh towel and your shower products while Riki leaned against the sink, eyes locked on you.

"Do you need anything before i get in?" you asked, turning on the water to let it warm up.

"Nah" he said, voice dropping. he stepped closer, closing the door carefully so it barely made a sound. "but my dick hurts from watching you walk around in that bikini all morning, babe. for real."

Before you could respond, Riki had you pressed against the bathroom counter, kissing you deeply. his hands roamed down your body, tugging at the strings of your bikini bottoms.

"Riki… my parents are right outside" you whispered, even as you kissed him back.

"I know" he murmured against your lips, smirking. "that's why we're being quiet."

He pulled your bikini bottoms down just enough to expose you, he lowered his beach shorts, then pressed his hard cock right against your bare pussy.

He started grinding slowly, the fabric creating delicious friction as he pressed you against the counter.

"Fuck… you're already wet" he groaned softly, one hand covering your mouth gently.

You whimpered against his palm as he rolled his hips harder, the thick outline of his cock sliding between your folds, rubbing perfectly against your clit with every movement.

Riki leaned down, biting your neck softly while he kept grinding. "look at you… letting me fuck you like this..."

You moaned quietly into his hand, thighs trembling.

"Shhh" he whispered, eyes dark with lust. "gotta stay still, baby. can't have your mom hearing how well you take my cock into your little cunt..."

Riki watched your face intently, that cocky little smirk never leaving his lips even as his breathing grew heavier.

"Turn around" he ordered quietly, voice rough with need. "i wanna see that ass while i grind on you."

You hesitated for half a second, heart racing at the risk. your mom was literally cooking in the kitchen just down the hall, and your dad could come back inside any moment.

But the heat in Riki's eyes made you obey. you turned around, placing your hands on the bathroom counter and arching your back slightly, pushing your ass toward him.

"Fuck… that's it" he groaned under his breath.

He stepped right behind you, pressing his still-hard cock between your ass cheeks.

He started grinding again, slow and deliberate, the thick ridge of his cock sliding back and forth against your bare pussy. the fabric of his shorts was rough and warm from the sun, creating that filthy friction you both craved.

Riki's hands moved up your body, sliding under the tiny triangles of your bikini top. he cupped your breasts fully, squeezing them roughly as he continued rolling his hips against your ass.

"These tits look so good in this bikini" he murmured, voice low right next to your ear. "been wanting to play with them all morning, baby."

He kneaded your breasts greedily, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples before pinching them lightly.

Every time he rolled his hips forward, his cock pressed harder between your thighs, the head nudging against your clit with each thrust. the wet sounds of fabric rubbing against your soaked pussy filled the small bathroom, dangerously loud in your ears.

You bit your lip hard, trying to stay quiet. "Riki… we can't be too loud" you whispered, voice shaky.

He chuckled darkly, giving your breasts another firm squeeze before tugging your nipples again. "then stop moaning like a slut, baby. you're the one who wore this tiny bikini all morning knowing it would make me like this."

He kept grinding harder, faster now, one hand staying on your chest while the other gripped your hip tightly, pulling you back against him with every roll of his hips.

The mirror in front of you showed everything — your flushed face, his tall frame behind you, the way his hand disappeared under your bikini top to play with your tits.

"Look at yourself" he whispered, biting your shoulder lightly. "look how fucking pretty you are letting me use you like this. ass out, letting me hump you right before lunch while your mom's cooking."

You whimpered, pushing back against him, desperate for more friction. Riki groaned quietly and pinched your nipple harder, rolling it between his fingers as he kept thrusting his cock between your thighs.

"God, you're so wet" he breathed, voice strained. "such a messy little brat. you love this, don't you? getting touched and humped while your family's right outside?"

He suddenly grabbed both of your breasts with both hands, squeezing them together as he grinded harder, almost desperately.

His hips snapped forward with more force, the wet rubbing sound becoming faster and filthier.

"Riki—" you gasped, trying to keep your voice down.

"Shhh" he warned, one hand quickly moving up to cover your mouth. "quiet, babe. you're gonna get us caught."

Even with his hand over your mouth, he didn't stop.

He kept humping you relentlessly, cock sliding between your soaked folds, the head catching perfectly against your clit every single time. his other hand stayed on your chest, playing with your tits, squeezing and tugging until your eyes fluttered.

"You're so fucking soft… so perfect" he muttered against your neck, leaving wet kisses along your skin. "i could cum just like this. rubbing my cock on this pretty pussy without even putting it in."

Your legs were trembling. the combination of his dirty words, the constant pressure on your clit, and his hands playing with your breasts was pushing you dangerously close to the edge.

Riki felt it. he smiled against your shoulder, grinding harder.

"You close already?" he teased, voice cocky even while breathing heavily. "gonna cum on my cock like this, baby? with all your clothes still on and your family waiting for lunch?"

Riki's hips kept snapping forward, grinding his hard cock against your soaked pussy.

"You're so close, aren't you?" he whispered hotly against your ear. "i can feel you dripping all over me, babe. cum for me. be a good little slut and cum just like this."

The filthy words combined with the constant pressure on your clit finally pushed you over the edge.

Your orgasm hit hard.

Your thighs shook violently as you came, moaning desperately into his palm. your eyes rolled back and your walls clenched around nothing while Riki kept grinding through it, prolonging every second of your pleasure.

He didn't stop moving until your body went limp against the counter, breathing heavily.

Only then did he slowly remove his hand from your mouth.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, catching your breath… until the brat in you woke up again.

You turned around and pushed his chest, glaring at him. "Get out."

Riki blinked, still clearly hard and breathing heavily. "What?"

"I said get out" you repeated, fixing your bikini top. "i told you i wanted to shower. you always do this — you push and push until you get what you want and now i'm all messy. leave."

He let out a low, amused laugh. "you're actually kicking me out after you just came all over my dick? wow. Cold."

"Yes. Out. Now" you said, pointing at the door, trying to hide your smirk.

Riki shook his head, that cocky little smile still on his face. "such a fucking brat. fine. enjoy your shower, dwarf."

He adjusted his shorts as best as he could and slipped out of the bathroom quietly, closing the door behind him.

Ten minutes later, after a proper shower and washing all the sand and salt off your body, you changed into something comfortable: loose gray pijama shorts and a simple black cropped tank top. your hair was still slightly damp as you walked into the kitchen.

The sight that greeted you made you pause.

Riki was shirtless, his toned torso and tattoos on full display, leaning casually against the kitchen counter while talking to your mom. he looked completely relaxed, like the perfect son-in-law.

"…and yeah, i've been practicing a lot more lately" Riki said, smiling politely. "the choreography is really challenging but i enjoy it. your daughter actually helps me a lot with memorizing the counts."

Your mom laughed warmly as she stirred something on the stove. "really? she's usually so impatient with people."

"Nah, she's actually really patient with me" Riki replied smoothly, the lie rolling off his tongue effortlessly. "she's a good teacher. i'm really lucky, Ms. Mom, you raised an amazing girl."

Your mom looked absolutely delighted. "oh, Riki… you're such a sweet boy. i keep telling her how lucky she is to have you."

You walked over and stood right next to him, crossing your arms.

"If you keep walking around without a shirt and with those wet shorts, i'm going to throw something at you" you said, half-joking but also slightly annoyed.

Your mom turned around immediately. "leave him alone, honey. it's hot outside and he just came back from the beach. let the boy be comfortable."

Riki grinned, looking at you with fake innocence. "exactly. let me be free, dwarf."

You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. "you're impossible."

Your stomach growled loudly, reminding you how hungry you actually were.

"Mom, i'm starving" you complained, leaning against the counter. "what are you making? it smells really good."

As you spoke to your mom, Riki took advantage of the moment.

While your mom had her back turned to stir the food, he slowly dragged his hand up the back of your bare thigh, squeezing the soft flesh teasingly. his eyes stayed on your mom, pretending to listen, but the corner of his mouth twitched when he felt you tense up.

You shot him a warning glare.

He just bit his bottom lip for a second, eyes darkening as he gave your thigh one last possessive squeeze before pulling his hand away right before your mom turned around again.

"Pasta salad and some grilled fish" your mom answered cheerfully. "it'll be ready in ten minutes. go call your brother and father if they're back."

Riki nodded politely. "i can go get them if you want, Ms. Mom"

Your mom smiled brightly. "would you? you're such a helpful young man."

As soon as your mom turned back to the stove, Riki leaned down close to your ear, whispering so quietly only you could hear:

"Still wet from earlier, baby? or was that shower enough for you?"

You elbowed him hard in the ribs.

He just chuckled softly and walked out of the kitchen like the perfect gentleman, calling out for your dad and Seonghyun as if nothing had happened.

You stared at his back, equal parts annoyed and turned on.

This vacation was only just beginning, and Riki was clearly planning to make it very, very difficult for you to stay sane.

Riki headed out to the beach to fetch your dad and Seonghyun while you helped your mom set the table. the moment the boys were out of earshot, your mom turned to you with a knowing little smile.

"You know… Riki is such a good boy" she said, stirring the pasta salad one last time. "polite, helpful, handsome. i really like him for you. i hope you two last a long time."

You felt your cheeks heat up. "Mom…"

"I'm serious" she continued, lowering her voice a bit. "he looks at you like you hung the stars. and the way he talks to your father? perfect. just… be careful, okay? i'm not asking for grandchildren anytime soon, so if you two are already doing things, please be responsible."

"Mom!" you hissed, mortified. you covered your face with your hands. "can we not talk about this right now?"

Your mom laughed softly. "i'm just saying. you're both young and hormonal. just be smart."

You gave her short nods and mumbled responses. "yeah… okay… i know… can we please stop?"

Thankfully, the sound of the front door opening saved you. Seonghyun burst in first, absolutely covered head to toe in sand. it was in his hair, stuck to his arms, and trailing behind him on the wooden floor.

Your mom gasped. "Seonghyun! look at the floor! we just cleaned!"

You groaned. "seriously? you're leaving a sand trail everywhere!"

Seonghyun just grinned sheepishly. "sorry… but the sandcastles were awesome!"

Riki and your dad walked in behind him. for a brief second, both of them looked at each other with the exact same tired but fond expression — the universal look of men dealing with their loud, dramatic women.

It was weirdly wholesome from an outside perspective.

Seonghyun kicked off his sandals. "i'm gonna rinse off real quick and then i'm starving. also—" he turned to Riki with a proud grin, "—i talked to a really pretty girl at the beach. she said my sandcastle was cool."

Riki grinned and gave him a fist bump. "that's my boy. did you get her name?"

"Yeah! her name's Mina."

You reached over and smacked Riki's arm. "don't encourage him! he's thirteen."

Riki just made a silly face at you, completely used to your hits at this point. "relax, dwarf. let the kid live."

Seonghyun laughed and ran off to the bathroom.

Riki disappeared into your room for a few minutes and came back wearing dry black sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt.

His hair was messy and stiff from the sea salt, making him look even more effortlessly handsome in that messy, bad-boy way.

Soon, everyone was seated at the big wooden dining table. your dad had insisted on sitting next to you ("i barely see my daughter these days"), so you were on his right. Seonghyun sat next to Riki, and your mom took the head of the table.

After everyone bowed their heads and your dad said a short prayer, you all started eating.

Riki didn’t waste any time turning on the charm.

"Ms. Mom, this is actually insane" he said after the first bite, eyes wide with genuine appreciation. "the seasoning is perfect. i don't know how you do it every time."

Your mom beamed. "oh stop it, you flatterer."

"I'm serious" Riki continued, sounding like a 40-year-old man. "the balance of flavors… incredible. and this cabin? the natural light in here is really well thought out. great ventilation too. you chose the perfect spot, sir" he added, nodding respectfully at your dad.

Your dad chuckled. "glad you like it, son. the humidity can get bad near the coast, but this place handles it nicely."

"Exactly" Riki agreed, launching into a surprisingly detailed conversation about coastal architecture and weather patterns with your dad.

You watched him across the table — hair messy, talking politely with your parents, teasing Seonghyun every now and then with that easy smile — and felt a rush of heat.

He looked stupidly good. Domestic. like he belonged here with your family.

Under the table, you slowly lifted your bare foot and pressed it directly against the front of his sweatpants, right over his crotch.

Riki's words faltered mid-sentence.

"—and the… uh, the airflow is—" he cleared his throat, quickly recovering. "the airflow is probably excellent during the summer months."

He shot you a sharp look across the table, but you just smiled innocently and took another bite of pasta, pressing your foot harder against him. you could feel him starting to harden under your sole.

Riki kept talking like nothing was happening, though his ears turned slightly red.

He even managed to crack a joke with Seonghyun about building a bigger sandcastle tomorrow, all while your foot continued teasing him under the table.

Riki subtly reached under the table once, grabbing your ankle in warning for a second… but he didn't push your foot away. instead, his thumb stroked your skin once before letting go, like he was both annoyed and turned on.

You pressed down again, rubbing slowly.

He bit the inside of his cheek, jaw tightening, but kept that perfect polite smile on his face while talking to your mom about her cooking.

While Riki kept up his perfect-boyfriend act — chatting with your dad about the weather, complimenting your mom's cooking, and joking lightly with Seonghyun — your bare foot never stopped teasing him under the table.

You rubbed slowly, pressed down firmly, even curled your toes over the growing bulge in his sweatpants. every time he tried to shift away, you followed.

At one point, the stimulation became too much.

A tiny, breathy whimper escaped Riki's throat before he could stop it. he quickly tried to cover it with a cough, but it was too late.

Your mom turned immediately, concerned. "Riki, honey, are you okay? did you choke?"

Riki cleared his throat, ears bright red as he gave her a sheepish smile. "ah, sorry Ms. Mom, i'm fine. i was just really hungry and eating too fast. my bad."

Your mom chuckled. "slow down, sweetheart. there's plenty more."

You looked straight at him across the table with the most smug, victorious little smile. your eyes practically screamed: if you want to play risky games, i'll play with something much worse.

Riki narrowed his eyes at you, jaw clenched, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was both furious and impressed.

When everyone finally finished eating, you slowly withdrew your foot and slipped it back into your slipper like nothing had happened.

Riki let out a long, controlled breath. his chest was rising and falling a little faster than normal, and you could see the clear frustration in his eyes.

"i'll clear the table" he offered smoothly, already standing up.

"i'll help" you said sweetly, standing right after him.

Your parents started talking about adult things— bills, work, and some neighbor drama back home —while Seonghyun jumped up excitedly.

"I'm gonna get my Nintendo! Mina said she has Tomodachi Life too. i'll be back later!" he sprinted to his room, sand still somehow falling from his hair.

Now it was just you and Riki in the kitchen.

He started washing the dishes while you dried them and put them away. for a few minutes you worked in silence, shoulders brushing every now and then. then Riki spoke, voice extremely low so only you could hear.

"You're actually insane" he muttered, scrubbing a plate harder than necessary. "you had your foot on my dick the entire lunch while i was talking to your dad. i almost came in my pants like a fucking loser."

You smiled innocently, stacking clean plates. "you started it in the bathroom earlier. i was just finishing what you began."

Riki glanced toward the living room to make sure your parents weren't listening, then leaned slightly closer.

"When that door closes tonight…" he whispered, voice dark and full of promise, "i'm not gonna be nice, love. i'm gonna bend you over that bed and fuck the attitude right out of you. gonna make you cry on my cock while you try so hard to stay quiet."

You felt heat rush through your body, but you refused to show it.

He continued, voice even lower, almost a growl. "gonna stuff that pretty mouth with my fingers when you get too loud. spank that ass red for teasing me all day. and when i finally cum… i'm filling you up until it's dripping down your thighs. you're not sleeping until i'm done ruining you."

Your hands trembled slightly as you dried a glass.

Riki smirked, noticing. "what's wrong, baby? you were so bold under the table. cat got your tongue now?"

You bumped his hip with yours. "you talk so much shit for someone who whimpered like a puppy ten minutes ago."

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "keep running that mouth. we'll see how loud you are tonight when i'm actually inside you.”

You handed him another plate, smiling sweetly. "we'll see if you can even last that long, big guy."

Riki turned his head to look at you, eyes burning with lust and challenge.

"Oh, i'm lasting" he murmured. "the only question is whether you can handle what i'm saving up for you."

The tension between you two was thick enough to cut with a knife. the sun was still bright outside, but night suddenly felt dangerously close.

And Riki looked like he was counting down every single hour until he could finally get you alone.

The afternoon sun bathed the beach in warm golden light as the day slowly drifted toward evening. after spending time in the water earlier, you and Riki decided to stay on the sand this time.

You set up a large striped umbrella and laid out a thick beach towel beneath it. your parents and Seonghyun were further down, enjoying the waves and laughing loudly.

Riki reclined against the towel, propped up on his elbows, wearing dark sunglasses that hid his sharp eyes. you sat between his legs, back resting comfortably against his chest, sipping on a cold energy drink while mindlessly scrolling through tiktok.

The sound of waves crashing, distant laughter, and seagulls filled the air. it was peaceful.

For approximately three minutes.

Riki's patience ran out quickly. he leaned forward, resting his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

"What are you watching?" he asked, voice low and curious.

You didn't answer, too focused on a video.

He waited five seconds before reaching around you and snatching the phone straight from your hands.

"Riki!" you yelped, immediately trying to grab it back. "give it to me, you idiot!"

He held the phone high above his head, a lazy smirk spreading across his lips. "nah. you've been ignoring me for like ten minutes straight. what's so interesting on there?"

You stretched your arm desperately, but he was much taller.

Every time you reached higher, your face got closer to his. the tension was palpable — if either of you moved just a few centimeters more, your lips would meet.

"Riki, i swear to God, give me my phone back. i was watching tiktoks!" you whined, half-annoyed, half-laughing.

He tilted his head, clearly enjoying your struggle. "then pay the fee, dwarf. one kiss and i'll return it."

You glared at him. "you're so annoying."

"And you're so dramatic" he shot back, smirking. "c'mon. one little kiss. i've been good all day."

Instead of kissing him, you reached down and pinched the skin on his thigh hard.

"Ow— fuck!" Riki hissed, instinctively lowering his arm from the pain.

You snatched your phone back triumphantly and hugged it to your chest. "that's what you get."

Riki rubbed his thigh, pretending to be hurt. "you're actually violent. i'm telling your mom you abuse me daily. this is domestic terrorism."

You laughed and finally leaned in, giving him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips. he tried to deepen it, but you pulled away quickly, smiling smugly.

"Happy now?" you asked.

Riki licked his lips, eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. "barely. but i'll take what i can get… for now."

By 5 PM, the sun had softened into a beautiful amber glow. you and Riki told your family you were going to buy ice cream and some cold drinks. your parents nodded distractedly while Seonghyun was busy showing off his sandcastle to other kids.

The walk toward the small tourist market was calm and breezy.

The streets were lively — full of people enjoying their vacations. as you walked hand-in-hand with Riki, it was impossible not to notice how many girls turned their heads to stare at him.

Tall, handsome, tattoos peeking from under his shirt, effortless swagger… he was hard to miss.

You, on the other hand, were still in your loose pajama shorts and silly cartoon plastic slippers.

"I'm so embarrassed" you muttered, looking down at your feet. "everyone is staring and i look like i just rolled out of bed."

Riki glanced down at you and chuckled, squeezing your hand. "you look cute. stop overthinking it."

"Cute? i look homeless" you groaned.

He stopped walking for a second, turning to face you properly. "for real, you look hot. only a real baddie can walk around in cartoon slippers and pajama shorts like it's a fashion statement. you're serving looks, dwarf. own it."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. "you're such a smooth talker when you want something."

Inside the busy market, Riki kept your hand in his the entire time as you browsed the freezer section, picking out different flavors of ice cream and cold beverages.

The store was packed with tourists, and the air conditioning felt amazing against your sun-warmed skin.

While you waited in line at the checkout, you shifted uncomfortably.

"My legs hurt" you complained softly.

Riki raised an eyebrow, amused. "we literally walked just fifteen minutes, baby."

"And? they hurt now."

He teased you for a bit longer, calling you spoiled and dramatic, but when you stepped outside with the bags, he crouched down in front of you without another complaint.

"Hop on."

You climbed onto his back happily, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Riki hooked his hands under your thighs, lifting you with ease as he began the walk back to the cabin. the bags of snacks hung from his fingers.

"You're actually really heavy" he teased, though his voice showed no strain.

"Liar. you love carrying me."

"Yeah… maybe i do" he admitted quietly, adjusting his grip on your thighs. "even if you're a pain in the ass."

The sunset painted the sky in soft pinks and oranges as Riki carried you along the beach path.

You rested your cheek against his shoulder, breathing in his now familiar scent mixed with sea salt and sunscreen.

For a few peaceful minutes, everything felt perfect.

By the time you and Riki reached the cabin, the sky had turned a soft orange-pink. it was already 6:05 PM. the moment Riki stepped onto the wooden porch with you still on his back, the delicious smell of dinner cooking floated out through the open windows.

Your mom was in the kitchen, wearing an apron, humming while stirring something on the stove. your dad's voice could be heard singing off-key from the shower.

in the living room, Seonghyun was sitting on the floor with two other kids from the beach and a shy-looking girl— Mina —playing cards and laughing loudly.

Your mom turned when she heard the door and immediately smiled at the sight of Riki carrying you.

"Oh my goodness" she laughed. "look at this. did you buy ice cream or did you buy a whole wife?"

Riki grinned, adjusting his grip on your thighs. "she said her legs were tired, Ms. mom, i'm just being a responsible boyfriend."

He carefully lowered you to the floor, but not before pressing a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead right in front of your mom. then he replied with the same playful energy:

"What can i say? she's spoiled. But i don't mind carrying her everywhere."

You elbowed him lightly before turning to your mom. "it smells really good in here. what are you making?"

"Grilled chiken, some fried rice, and vegetables. nothing too heavy since we had a big lunch" she answered proudly. "it should be ready in about forty minutes."

Before you could say anything else, Seonghyun came running over the second he spotted Riki. he grabbed his arm and pulled him down to whisper something in his ear, looking extremely proud of himself.

"Riki-hyung… Mina kissed me on the cheek while we were playing truth or dare" he whispered excitedly.

Riki's eyes widened before he broke into a big smile. he gave Seonghyun a fist bump and ruffled his hair.

"That's my boy, see? i told you you're cool. did you blush or play it cool?"

"I played it cool… i think" Seonghyun said, though his cheeks were clearly pink just talking about it.

You couldn't help yourself. you crossed your arms and said loud enough for both of them to hear:

"If only she knew that you bathe once a week, Seonghyun."

Seonghyun gasped dramatically, looking genuinely offended. "hey! that's not true!"

Riki placed a hand on his chest, pretending to be deeply hurt. "wow. you're attacking both of us now? he's just a kid, dwarf. let him live. do you hate us? are we really that disgusting to you?"

Seonghyun nodded vigorously beside him. "yeah! we're clean!"

You rolled your eyes and smacked Riki's arm again.

Without warning, Riki bent down, grabbed you around the waist, and effortlessly threw you over his shoulder in an "air prison" your upper body hanging down his back.

"Riki!" you squealed, laughing and kicking your legs. "put me down, you idiot!"

"Nope. this is what you get for being violent all day" he said, chuckling as he walked around the living room with you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "you hit me too much, dwarf. i'm starting to think you enjoy it."

You reached up and tugged his hair hard, pulling his head back.

"Ow— okay, okay!" he laughed.

To get revenge, Riki turned his head and bit the side of your waist— not too hard, but enough to leave a clear teeth mark on your skin, hidden under your shirt.

You yelped. "Ouch, Riki!"

He finally put you down, smirking like the devil he was. you glared at him and immediately turned toward the kitchen.

"Mom! your future son-in-law is biting me!"

Your mom looked over from the stove and just laughed warmly, a nostalgic sparkle in her eyes as she watched the two of you.

"Ah… young love" she said softly, shaking her head with a fond smile.

"You two remind me so much of your father and me when we were your age. always fighting, always playing… but couldn't stay away from each other for five minutes."

Riki wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side while smiling innocently at your mom.

"Don't worry, Ms. Mom, i can handle her. she's just a little violent sometimes."

You stepped on his foot.

He didn’t even flinch — just looked down at you with a dangerous little smirk only you could see.

Your mom turned back to the stove, still smiling to herself, completely unaware of the tension simmering between you two.

The sun was setting fast.

The table was full and lively by 7 PM. Seonghyun had begged to invite Mina for dinner, and your parents happily agreed.

The young girl sat shyly beside him, while everyone else took their seats. for the first time that day, Riki was finally sitting right next to you. his thigh pressed lightly against yours under the table.

Your dad cleared his throat. "Alright, let's pray."

Everyone bowed their heads as your dad said a short but heartfelt prayer, thanking God for the vacation, the food, and the family time. Seonghyun even added a quick "and thank you for Mina too" at the end, making the girl blush.

The moment everyone said "amen" the clinking of utensils began.

Riki didn't even let you take two bites before he reached over with his chopsticks and stole a big piece of grilled chicken from your plate.

"Hey!" you hissed, immediately reaching up and tugging his ear. "calm down, you thief!"

Riki winced but smiled, turning his head toward your mom with the most dramatic, innocent eyes.

"Ms. Mom, look what your daughter does to me" he complained playfully. "she's so abusive."

Your dad jumped in immediately. "sweetheart, don't pull his ear like that. poor Riki is a guest."

Both you and your mom turned to look at your dad at the same time, wearing the exact same sharp, unimpressed expression.

The similarity in your temperaments was almost comical.

Your dad blinked, suddenly aware of the double glare. "...what? i'm just saying."

Your mom raised an eyebrow. "he stole her food."

You nodded. "exactly."

Your dad tried to salvage the moment with a classic dad joke. "well… at least he's not stealing her heart. that already happened years ago!"

Dead silence.

No one laughed.

Riki, ever the perfect boyfriend, immediately burst into laughter like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "that's a good one, sir!"

Seonghyun followed his hyung's lead and started laughing too. Mina, seeing everyone else laugh, let out a shy giggle as well.

You raised your eyebrows, staring at your dad. "is there an inside joke in that joke that i didn't understand? because that was terrible."

Riki was still chuckling as he leaned over and kissed your cheek sweetly. "let your dad have his moment, dwarf."

You immediately smacked his thigh under the table. Riki just smiled wider, clearly happy and unfazed, like he lived for your little acts of violence.

The rest of dinner went smoothly.

Riki continued being the ideal guest — complimenting the food again, asking your dad about fishing spots nearby, and occasionally teasing Seonghyun and Mina in a harmless big-brother way.

He fit into your family so naturally it was almost scary.

After everyone finished eating, your mom and dad stood up first to clear the table.

You and Riki moved to the living room sofa. you immediately laid down, resting your head comfortably on Riki's lap. his fingers found your hair right away, gently playing with the strands.

Your mom called from the kitchen while washing dishes. "when i finish here, we should go buy some beach toys for tomorrow morning! shovels, buckets, maybe a ball…"

Seonghyun groaned from the floor where he was playing with his Nintendo. "but Mom… i want to keep playing with my friends. Mina already went back to her cabin."

Your dad's voice came from the hallway. "don't argue with your mother, Seonghyun. we're going."

Seonghyun sighed dramatically but nodded. "fine…"

Your mom peeked out from the kitchen, smiling. "what about you two? do you want to come with us to buy the toys?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but Riki beat you to it.

"No need to worry, Ms. Mom" he said smoothly, a playful grin on his face. "we'll stay and guard the cabin from nocturnal intruders… also known as crabs."

You immediately sat up a little. "crabs? really? that's the best excuse you could come up with?"

Your mom laughed warmly. "well, someone has to protect us from the dangerous crabs."

Your dad walked by, drying his hands. "just behave, you two. we won't be long."

Riki nodded respectfully. "we'll be good, sir."

As soon as your parents turned away, Riki's hand returned to your hair, stroking it slowly. his fingers were gentle, but the look in his eyes when they met yours was anything but.

There was heat behind them — dark, patient, and full of promise.

He leaned down slightly, brushing his lips against your forehead while continuing to caress your hair.

The front door closed behind your family a few minutes later, leaving the cabin quiet except for the distant sound of waves.

His fingers tightened just slightly in your hair, a silent warning of everything he had been holding back all day.

The cabin changed completely.

You felt Riki's intense gaze on you and knew exactly what was coming. before he could even say anything, you jumped up from the sofa with a mischievous grin.

"Catch me if you can, slowpoke" you taunted, sticking your tongue out at him before bolting toward your shared bedroom.

Riki let out a long, frustrated sigh, but the smirk on his face showed he was more than amused.

"Really? you're gonna run now?" he called after you, already standing up. "after teasing me all damn day?"

You laughed as you ran into the bedroom, kicking off your slippers and jumping onto the bed. you grabbed two pillows and hurled them at him the moment he appeared in the doorway.

Riki caught both effortlessly and tossed them back onto the bed. "cute. real mature, dwarf."

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

Then he slowly approached the bed like a predator. you tried to scramble away, but he grabbed your ankle and yanked you back, making you fall onto your back with a surprised squeak.

Riki climbed onto the bed carefully, hovering over you without fully trapping you, giving you one last chance to escape if you really wanted to.

You didn't.

Instead, you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder, wearing that signature bratty, wicked little smile.

Riki exhaled through his nose, eyes dark. he leaned down and kissed your cheek tenderly, then moved to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

"You make everything so fucking difficult for me" he murmured against your skin, slowly pushing your shirt up with both hands. "all day long… acting like a little angel in front of your family while driving me crazy."

His large hands slid under your shirt and cupped your bare breasts, massaging them firmly as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

You let out a soft breathy sound. "Riki… they could come back any minute. this is still risky—"

"I know" he whispered, pinching your nipples lightly. "that's why it's gonna be a quickie. just a fast one, baby. i need you so bad right now.”

You couldn't help but tease him even as he played with your chest. "look at you… so needy. all because i had my foot on your dick during lunch?"

Riki growled and bit down on the side of your neck, hard enough to make you gasp.

"That's your fault" he said against your skin, voice rough. "you kept rubbing me under the table like a little slut while i was talking to your dad. i've been hard for hours because of you."

With one smooth motion, he flipped you onto all fours, keeping you in position so you were facing the large window that overlooked the dark ocean. the moon reflected beautifully on the waves.

You let out a surprised moan at the sudden movement.

"Riki— hurry up" you whined, pushing your ass back against him.

He chuckled darkly, running his hands over your ass before slowly pulling your shorts and panties down just enough to expose you. he left them around your thighs, keeping you partially restricted.

"Fuck… look at you" he groaned, biting his lower lip as he stared. his fingers traced over your soaked pussy.

He freed his hard cock, already leaking, and pressed the thick head against your wet pussy, rubbing it back and forth slowly, teasing you.

You moaned louder, pushing back.

"Shhh" he warned, one hand covering your mouth gently. "quiet, baby. or i'll stop."

He continued rubbing his cock against your wet cunt, the head catching on your clit with every stroke. the friction was driving you insane.

"Please…" you whimpered.

Riki leaned over your back, lips brushing your ear.

"You want it?" he asked, voice low and cocky. "want me to fuck you like this while your family could catch us?"

"Yes— just do it already."

He finally pushed in deep in one smooth motion, burying himself completely inside you.

You moaned loudly into his hand. Riki groaned, gripping your hip tightly with his free hand as he started fucking you hard from behind.

"Fuck— so tight" he breathed, snapping his hips against your ass. "this is what you get for teasing me all day, baby. take it."

He kept one hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds while the other gripped your hip, pulling you back onto his cock with every rough thrust. the sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the distant waves outside the window.

Riki leaned down again, biting your shoulder as he pounded into you.

"You feel so fucking good… i've been thinking about this all day" he growled. "gonna fuck you fast and deep, okay? just how my needy little brat likes it."

He kept you firmly in position, hips snapping relentlessly, the angle making him hit deep every single time. His breathing was ragged, but he never stopped talking.

"Tell me how much you wanted this too" he demanded softly, moving his hand from your mouth to let you speak.

"I wanted it…" you moaned, pushing back against him. "harder, Riki—"

He smirked and obeyed, fucking you even rougher, the bed creaking under you both.

"Good girl."

Riki's hips snapped against your ass with a steady, rough rhythm, the wet sound of skin slapping skin echoing softly in the bedroom.

He kept you firmly on all fours, one hand gripping your hip while the other occasionally delivered sharp, stinging spanks to your ass.

"Fuck— Riki…" you moaned, pushing back against him. "right there… please—"

"Yeah? you want it right there, baby?" he growled, spanking you again. "little brat. teasing me all day and now you're begging for my cock like this."

He thrust deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every stroke. your eyes fluttered as you gripped the sheets tightly.

"I hate you…" you whimpered between moans, "but don't stop— ah— fuck, right there—"

Riki chuckled darkly and leaned over your back, biting your shoulder. "you don't hate me. you love getting fucked like a little whore while your family's out."

He kept pounding into you for what felt like forever but was only around five intense minutes — rough, deep, and desperate. the angle made everything feel overwhelming. you were getting louder, too lost in the pleasure.

Suddenly, you heard the front door of the cabin open.

"Shit— Riki, stop!" you gasped, grabbing his hand. "they're back—"

Riki only smiled, that dangerous, teasing smirk spreading across his face.

Instead of stopping, he pressed his large hand over your mouth again and pushed your upper body down into the mattress, forcing you into a prone bone position.

"Shhh" he whispered against your ear, still buried deep inside you. "not yet, baby."

He continued fucking you, but slower and deeper now, grinding against your ass to minimize the sound of skin slapping.

The new angle made his cock press even harder against your most sensitive spots with every roll of his hips. the friction was devastating.

Your eyes rolled back as you moaned desperately into his palm.

"Mmm—!" you cried, muffled.

"Quiet, babe" he breathed, still moving inside you. "you hear that? your mom's asking where we are."

From the hallway, your mom's voice carried clearly:

"Honey? Riki? where are you two?"

Your dad answered from somewhere near the living room. "they're probably in their room. Seonghyun, don't run off too far— stay close to the bonfire!"

Seonghyun's excited voice faded as he ran outside to play with the other kids.

Riki kept grinding into you slowly but intensely, his cock dragging against every sensitive inch inside you.

You were shaking, tears of overstimulation and frustration pricking your eyes as you tried so hard to stay silent.

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. "you're clenching so hard around me… you like this, don't you? getting fucked while your parents are right outside?"

You nodded frantically, moaning into his hand.

Riki gave one last deep, slow thrust before letting out a frustrated groan. he reluctantly pulled out of you, breathing hard.

Neither of you had finished.

"Fuck…" he muttered, clearly annoyed.

He quickly pulled up his boxers and sweatpants, then helped you.

He gently slid your panties and shorts back up your legs, fixing them carefully even though his hands were still shaking with need.

"Come here" he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You crawled to him immediately, face flushed red and breathing uneven. you hid your face in his chest, one hand tracing lazy lines down his abdomen.

Riki wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he tried to calm his breathing.

He reached under the pillow, pulled out his phone, and pretended to scroll through it.

A few seconds later, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in" Riki called, voice surprisingly steady.

Your mom opened the door with a smile, holding a couple of beach bags. she saw you cuddled up against Riki's chest and her expression softened.

"We got everything for tomorrow" she said cheerfully. "there's a water park with games and slides nearby. we thought it would be fun. are you two tired already?"

Riki smiled politely, one hand still gently stroking your back. "a little bit. but that sounds fun, Ms. Mom"

You kept your face buried in Riki's chest, cheeks burning bright red. you were sure your expression would give everything away if she saw you properly.

Your mom chuckled softly. "alright, rest up then. we'll leave around 9 tomorrow morning. goodnight, you two."

"Goodnight" Riki replied smoothly.

The moment the door closed, you let out a long, frustrated breath against his chest.

Riki sighed too, tilting his head back.

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jake still can’t survive a family vacation without fucking you—but the problem is that now, you won’t let him.

(𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢). idol s.jy x reader. smut. wc: 3.8k. semi-public sex. getting caught. sex deprivation. possessiveness. masturbation (m). oral (f receiving). teasing. begging. jy is very needy and pussy drunk.

──── ୨୧ ──── #25 (part 2) 🌙

elle’s thoughts ❀ here is part two of this fic from yesterday! you don’t have to read part one to understand this part, but i would recommend it because it’s some more yummy jake smut ;) part two is based on this request, so enjoy! i went a little crazy with it.

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You weren’t exactly sure how you ended up in the position you were currently in.

It was the next evening, and Jake had you pinned against the eucalyptus tree again, your dress pushed up around your waist. He was between your thighs, one leg hooked over his shoulder, sucking and licking at your wet folds like you were the only thing keeping him alive.

It started innocently enough. Jake had struggled to keep his hands off you all day, especially since your late-night rendezvous at the eucalyptus tree the previous night. You tried to pretend Jake wasn’t undeniably horny every time he looked at you, especially given the fact that you were constantly surrounded by his family members, but he was making it very difficult.

However, Jake cracked after dinner, and he tugged you out into the backyard. The sun was still hovering above the horizon, the golden beams filtering through the lush trees, illuminating just how needy Jake was for you. Your heart was hammering in your chest at the idea of being caught, but you hadn’t been caught the night before. Surely, nobody would find you—right?

“Jake, oh my god,” you breathed, your eyes rolling back as he jutted his tongue in and out of your entrance. You tangled your hands in his hair, slowly rolling your hips against his face to intensify the waves of pleasure. One hand grasped your hip as the other kneaded your breast, and you knew he was going to have you cumming on his tongue before you knew it.

However, you never got the chance. Somehow, neither of you heard the back door open and close or the footsteps of one of his cousins traipsing through the grass. The only thing you heard was the cry of horror that pulled you out of your pleasure and back to reality.

“What the fuck?” his cousin’s voice rang through the air.

Jake pulled away from you in a lustful haze, the criminalizing evidence of what he had been doing splattered across his face. He rushed to cover you up, to preserve some semblance of your dignity, but it was too late. His cousin was running back towards the house, and he gave you an apologetic look before running after her.

You stayed rooted to the spot you were in for longer than you cared to admit. You tried to ignore the embarrassment rising in your chest, and you were surprised to feel that tears were beginning to prick your eyes from just how mortified you were. Jake’s cousin, whose name you did not know, had found you both in a very compromising position, especially given Jake’s work as an idol and your work as a makeup artist for ENHYPEN. You figured she wouldn’t say anything, but the thought still filled you with dread. Your relationship with Jake was a tight-lipped secret, and it had been risky for you to come home with him at all. Both of your careers could be at stake if she said anything.

“Y/n?”

You turned your head, looking at your boyfriend as he approached you slowly.

“Jakey,” you sighed. He opened his arms for you, and you fell into them. “Did you talk to her?”

Jake slowly traced circles on your back with his slender fingers. “Yeah, she said she won’t tell anyone. She also said she won’t be able to look us in the eyes for a couple years.”

You snorted, his words a welcome reprieve from the negative emotions swirling inside you. “Well, I won’t be able to look her in the eyes either. Guess we’ll just have to each other forever.”

Jake leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Guess so. Anyway, nobody else knows what happened. I made sure of that. We can go back inside and not worry.”

“I’m going to worry anyway, but I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” you said, lifting your head to look at your boyfriend. “But from now until we leave? Absolutely no sex. No touching. I can’t do that again.”

You could see Jake’s smile waver slightly. “Like, not even kisses are allowed? But we still have four days left until we go back to Seoul!”

“No buts,” you said, your voice firm. “You are not allowed to touch me whatsoever until we get back home.”

“Okay, I think I can do that,” Jake breathed. “How hard can it be?”

Evidently, the answer to Jake’s question was that it would be extremely hard. Impossible, even.

After one day, you could tell that Jake was struggling, but he was still able to function. After two days, he was having a harder time staying focused on his day-to-day activities. However, by the last day, he looked as if he were dying. His eyes glazed over every time he looked at you, and you had to maintain the distance between you two to ensure that he didn’t get tempted. You knew that if he started touching you, he wouldn’t be able to stop—no matter who was watching.

“Y/n,” Jake said shakily. You were standing in the kitchen, washing dishes after dinner. The rest of his family was outside playing a game of rugby, and you hadn’t even realized that Jake had snuck inside until he spoke.

“Jake, no,” you stated plainly, not even looking at him. “We can’t be alone, especially here. We’re going home tomorrow, and I know you can wait.”

“I can’t,” he whined. “I’m fucking dying, y/n. I can’t think or function right now.”

You looked up at him, and you could’ve sworn you saw tears gathering in his eyes. You had never seen Jake this needy, and you enjoyed it more than you let on. You set down the plate you were washing and gazed up at him through your lashes.

“So desperate, aren’t you, Jakey?” You raised a finger, tracing his abs through his cotton t-shirt as you stared up at him. He shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed as a soft moan escaped his lips.

“Y/n, please,” he stammered, his voice high-pitched in a way you had never heard before. “Can’t we just sneak into the bathroom? I’ll be fast, I promise. Nobody will even know we’re gone.”

“You know the rules, Jaeyun,” you whispered, his Korean name rolling off your tongue in the way you knew drove him crazy. “I said no touching, and I meant it.”

You lowered your eyes, and you could see just how hard he was. His clothed length was straining painfully against his pants, and you gave him a small smirk. You slowly moved your hand towards his cock, but you stopped just before you were touching him. You saw him twitch in his pants, and he swore viciously.

“You’re the fucking worst, y/n,” he whimpered.

“I know, but you love me,” you responded with a shrug. “I’m gonna go join the rugby game—looks pretty fun.”

“I can’t believe you,” he said, and you could tell just how badly he wanted you—needed you. However, as badly as you wanted him too, you couldn’t risk getting caught again. There were still far too many people still in the house for you to feel comfortable doing anything.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” he sighed, palming himself through his pants, and you knew exactly what he was going to do.

“Okay, see you outside?”

Jake nodded tersely, and you watched him turn on his heel and disappear into the bathroom down the corridor. After you heard the door lock, you glanced outside before tip-toeing after him. Once you reached the bathroom door, you stopped, holding your breath as you pushed your ear against it.

Inside, you heard the quiet slick of Jake already jerking himself off desperately accompanied by shallow breaths. You could imagine how he looked—leaning against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut, shirt between his teeth, and his pants around his knees as he pleasured himself to the thought of you. You felt yourself become increasingly turned on the longer you stood there, and your legs clenched as you heard his breaths turn to full-fledged moans. He was already close.

It was only another moment until you knew Jake had found his release. He let out a series of long, strangled noises as he came, and it took everything in you to not open the door and wrap your lips around his cock, swallowing every drop of his load.

Once he had finished, and you heard him pulling up his pants, you snuck away as quietly as possible before stepping outside, ignoring the intense throbbing between your legs.

When the time came for you and Jake to return home the next afternoon, you found that you were surprisingly sad to leave Jake’s family and childhood home behind. You had adored getting to spend a week of the holiday season with them, and it was also a welcome break from the December cold in Seoul.

Of course, because of who Jake was, you had to return home in a private jet. He had fought the company, begging them to let him feel like a normal person when returning to his home country, but they had refused to budge. You felt bad for your boyfriend, as you knew he craved a sense of normalcy, but you realized very quickly into your return flight that Jake was now grateful you had been forced to take the private jet.

“Y/n,” Jake sang moments after takeoff. You had already cracked open your book, and you were determined to finish it on the flight before returning to your hectic life as a k-pop makeup artist.

“Yes, Jakey?” you asked, not taking your eyes off your book.

You felt his fingers graze your thigh, and you shook your head. “Absolutely not. There are other people on this plane.”

“Please?” he groaned. “I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to explode.”

You raised your eyes to his slowly, giving him a droll look. “You can wait ten hours.”

“Ten hours!” Jake exclaimed, throwing his head back and letting out a frustrated groan.

“You’ll be fine, Jaeyun,” you told him, returning your eyes to your book. “Once we’re back home, we can have the best sex of your life—I promise.”

Jake sighed before leaning back in his seat, grabbing his phone and beginning to type something.

A few hours later, after dinner had been served and the sun had set, you glanced at Jake to find that you could see the perfectly defined outline of his hardened cock in his pants. His eyes were closed, legs stretched out and hands linked behind his head, but you could tell from his breathing that he was anything but sleeping.

“Jake?” you murmured.

“Hmm?” he responded, his eyes still closed.

“Is there a reason you’re so hard?”

“Not really,” he said nonchalantly. “Just my incredibly sexy girlfriend sitting across from me on a private jet with nobody else around.”

You found a small smile spreading across your face, and you closed your book and tossed it on the chair next to you. Jake’s eyes were still pressed closed, and you tilted your head to the side curiously as you took him in. The lights in the jet had been dimmed to allow you to sleep, but at the moment, sleep was the last thing you wanted. Jake's muscles strained against his black shirt and sweatpants, and you absolutely loved the way his broad shoulders tapered down to his incredibly thin waist. He was so incredibly hot without even trying.

You leaned back in your seat, stretching your limbs before extending your leg toward him. You slowly rested your foot atop Jake’s hardened cock, and you loved the way his entire body stiffened.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?” he asked, his breath catching in his throat. “I know you’re having fun teasing me, but I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself if you keep this up.”

“When did I say I want you to stop?”

Jake’s eyes opened before narrowing. “About four hours ago.”

“Well, that was four hours ago,” you shrugged, rubbing your foot along his length. “This is now.”

“Are you sure?” he breathed. “I don’t want you to feel forced.”

“I think you’ve been patient enough that I can reward you—don’t you agree?”

Jake’s cock twitched against your foot. “I don’t know—you tell me.”

You lifted your leg, placing it back on the ground and standing. You stared down at Jake, tugging the waistband of your shorts down until they fell to the floor around your ankles, revealing the lacy black thong you were wearing. Jake sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening with desire.

You stepped over to Jake’s seat, straddling his hips as you lowered yourself down on top of his clothed hardness.

“Oh, y/n,” he groaned, raising a shaky hand to your waist. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this.”

“Well, you know what they say,” you said, slowly grinding your core against him. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Does it?”

“I don’t know, but it definitely makes your dick grow harder.”

Jake snorted a laugh, but it was quickly overtaken by a moan as you increased the pace of your hips. Even through his sweatpants, the tip of his dick rubbed against your clit, and you let out a sinful sound at the delicious sensation. Jake’s hand found the back of your neck, and he tugged you towards him until your lips crashed together in a frenzy. After the days spent apart, where you weren’t allowed to touch, taste, or enjoy each other, all decorum and dignity had disappeared. You and Jake were no longer a k-pop idol and his makeup artist girlfriend—you were two normal people, desperate to drop your defenses and allow your bodies to finally entwine.

Jake roughly pulled your shirt over your head, and he immediately undid the clasp of your bra before tossing it to the floor and taking your breast into his mouth. You gasped as he nipped the sensitive skin there, his other hand grabbing your ass with more desire than ever before.

“Mmph, Jaeyun,” you cried, his tongue swirling your nipple.

His hips bucked as his Korean name escaped your lips, and an animalistic groan radiated from deep in his chest. “Say my name again, baby. Say it for me.”

“Jaeyun!” you repeated breathlessly, rolling your hips against him.

“Need to taste you,” he growled against your breast. Before you knew what was happening, Jake had lifted you up, your head resting in his lap, back arched midair, and legs draped over his shoulders. Jake had never put you in this position before, and you could almost weep from how wonderful it felt when he finally connected his mouth with your slick.

Jake propped you up with his hands, the toned muscles in his arms straining to keep you exactly where he wanted you. He let out a low groan against you as he sucked and licked your clit, and you didn’t even bother trying to conceal your moans. Let the flight attendants know what they would see if they entered the main cabin—you no longer cared.

“Ah—ah, Jaeyun, shit!” you swore as he used his tongue to repeatedly lick up your center. He slurped up every drop of your wetness, the saltiness spreading across his tongue and making him go crazy for you. You knew how desperate he had been for you during your vacation, and you could imagine no better way to finally release the pent up tension than to have him worship you between your legs.

It wasn’t long before you noticed the familiar feeling of your climax spreading within you, starting between your legs before rising into your chest and neck. You let out a harsh cry as you came against Jake’s tongue, and he lapped up the wetness that gushed from you. His hands tightened around you, the only thing keeping you rooted in reality as the aftershocks of your release left you trembling.

“How do you feel?” Jake asked, gently lowering you so that you were laying in his lap.

“O-oh my god,” was all you could say. Jake grinned deviously, and he lifted you so that you were sitting in his lap again.

“Do you want me inside you?” he murmured against your ear before nipping it.

“So bad, Jaeyun,” you shuddered. “More than anything.”

“It’s good to know that you’re just as desperate as me,” he chuckled, pushing his pants down to allow his already leaking length to spring free. “I was starting to worry.”

“I think I’m just better at hiding how badly I need you,” you told him before pressing your lips to his. He kissed you hungrily for a moment, rolling your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. He then guided your hips to his length, and you lifted your hips just enough to allow him to line himself up with your entrance. Once you felt the familiar sensation of his tip pressed against you, you slowly lowered your hips down, engulfing his aching cock with your wet warmth.

“Oh, shit,” Jake groaned slowly, leaning his head back against the headrest as he watched himself disappear inside you. “Oh my fucking god, y/n.”

“Feel good, Jaeyun?” you asked, stopping once he was fully inside you. “Did you miss my pussy?”

“More than anything,” he stuttered. Just like the night before, you could’ve sworn you saw tears in his eyes. However, this time, you said nothing about it. You relished in seeing just how wrecked your boyfriend was for you.

“Should I fuck you?” you whispered, tracing your fingers along the lines of his chest.

“Please.”

You smirked before you started to move on top of him. Your movements were painfully slow and controlled, and you watched as Jake desperately tried to stop himself from placing his hands on your hips and speeding you up. You wanted him to remember just how lucky he was to have you, even if he hadn’t been allowed to touch you the last few days.

“Y/n, please,” he whimpered, his eyes full of tears and want. His breaths were shaky, and you wondered if he would actually cry from how badly he wanted you. You decided to figure it out.

“Please what, Jaeyun?” you murmured, still moving your hips excruciatingly slowly. Your pussy dragged along his cock in a way that you knew would have him feeling every centimeter of you, driving him crazy until he took control.

“Please let me fuck you,” he said, his tears finally spilling onto his cheeks. “I need it so fucking bad, please, please, please.”

You lifted a hand to wipe the tears from his cheek, and only then did you start to fuck him faster. He immediately let out a series of broken sobs, the sensation of his girlfriend finally allowing him to be inside her sending him to a place he had never been.

You had never seen Jake like this—normally, he was in control, dominant in a way that you loved. However, when he was deprived of you? You had him weeping and begging just for the chance to feel you around him.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” Jake whimpered. You came to a stop atop him, and you looked down at him curiously.

“What, Jaeyun? Something wrong?”

“You’re trying to kill me,” he said, his eyes hazy with tears and lust.

You continued to stare at him, not moving at all, wondering how long it would be until he finally broke. To his credit, it was longer than you expected, but you could tell from the way his breaths became more shallow that he was about to lose himself. And you let him.

When his control snapped, he transformed into a different person entirely. He wrapped his arms around you roughly, pulling you towards him as he began to buck his hips up into you wildly. You let out a series of loud cries with each thrust, his cock slamming into you with a fervor you had never experienced.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jake sobbed, desperately thrusting you like he would die if stopped. “You feel s’ fucking good, baby. Oh my god, I love you so fucking much.”

“I— love— you— too—,” your words came out clipped with each snap of his hips, his cock brushing against your cervix while simultaneously rubbing against the spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back in your head. You could feel your hair falling out of your ponytail with each thrust, but you didn’t care. Jake absolutely loved when he wrecked you during sex, and now, you were wrecking him too.

“Pussy s’ good,” he wept, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your back. “Love fucking this pussy, baby. It’s all mine—nobody else can fuck you like I do, yeah?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered. “God, nobody fucks me like you Jaeyun. Nobody.”

“Good,” he snapped, and you knew that you had activated his possessive side. Jake knew you had been with other men in the past, and it seemed like whenever he remembered that during sex, he became more animalistic than you knew possible. As he ruthlessly fucked you, he lifted his mouth to your neck and bit down possessively. He was marking you as his, and he wanted everyone to know it.

“I’m close, baby,” he groaned against your neck after a moment. “Where do you want it?”

“On my chest,” you said breathlessly. Jake continued thrusting wildly, his moans pitching up, before he quickly pulled out of you. As soon as his cock left you, it sprang upward, and you watched as his cum immediately began to shoot from his pink tip.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jake sputtered, his eyes pressed closed as he painted both of your chests white with his load. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched his dick twitch, more cum than you had ever seen spurting from him with each pulse.

Once he was finally done, he opened his eyes and gaped at what he had done. “Jesus,” he panted. “Did I do that?”

You let out a soft laugh. “I think you did.”

“How the hell are we gonna clean this up?”

You gave Jake a mischievous smirk before lowering yourself down to his stomach and chest. He eyed you curiously, but he immediately let out a soft gasp as you began to lick all the cum from his chiseled torso. You relished in the look he gave you as you licked up every drop, and when you were done, you swallowed before lifting your head once more and kissing him deeply.

“That was really fucking hot,” he said when you pulled back to catch your breath.

“Then I’ll just have to do it again, won’t I?”

Jake’s hands traced up and down your back as he looked at you lovingly. “The cum eating part, or the sex deprivation part?”

“I was thinking both,” you breathed against his lips.

“I think you’re trying to kill me,” he sighed, but when he connected your lips, you could feel just how much he loved and wanted you.

“I guess I’ll stop. If I kill you, who’s going to fuck me?”

Jake’s eyes darkened, and his grip became more possessive yet again. “Absolutely nobody. You’re mine, y/n. Now and forever.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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jake can’t survive a family vacation without fucking you.

(𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢). s.jy x reader. smut. wc: 1.6k. semi-public sex. fluff. idol jake.

──── ୨୧ ──── #25 🌙

elle’s thoughts ❀ hi! i’m playing around with different themes and formatting, so sorry if it’s been changing a lot. anyway, i hope you enjoy this little drabble :) there’s gonna be a part two of them actually getting caught, so stay tuned hehe.

Jake felt like he was going to die.

At least, that’s what you thought when you saw the look spread across his face during dessert. You were at his parents’ house in Australia for the first time, surrounded by his extended family members who had gathered to celebrate Christmas. With Jake’s busy schedule as an idol, it was difficult to find time to visit his family, and you were both so glad to finally be there.

However, because of the large influx of people staying at his parents’ house, you and Jake had been forced to share a room with a few of his younger cousins, which put a damper on your very active sex life. Normally, Jake couldn’t keep his hands off of you, but now? He was lucky if he got the chance to hug you before getting pulled into some random task or game. He looked like the lack of sex was actually going to kill him.

You supposed that was how you ended up in the backyard of his parents house after dark, Jake pressing you against a large eucalyptus tree and kissing you like a man starved. Despite the sun having gone down, it was summer in Australia, meaning it was still incredibly hot outside. You were sweating profusely despite the thin dress you wore, and your steamy make out session with your boyfriend wasn’t helping at all.

You had been worried when Jake had pulled you outside, as you knew that anyone could walk out of the house and find you two there, but you knew how badly Jake needed this. How badly you needed it too.

“It’s been torture not being able to have you to myself,” Jake murmured against your lips between kisses. “I don’t know how I’m going to survive the next few days before we go home.”

He dove back in, reconnecting your lips. His tongue brushed along your top lip, and you opened your mouth to allow him inside. He explored your mouth with his tongue, a soft moan escaping him as he did so.

“What if someone sees us?” you asked against his lips.

“They won’t,” he responded, his hands desperately grasping your hips. “They’re watching a movie, and you can’t see outside from the house after dark.”

“You promise?”

Jake pulled back slightly, lust clouding his eyes. “Promise.”

“Okay, fine,” you moaned as his mouth made contact with the sensitive spot beneath your ear. “But you have to be quick.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve fucked that I’ll probably cum in less than a minute,” he mumbled, his lips ghosting over your neck. “Is that quick enough for you?”

You groaned in response as Jake’s hand found its way up your thigh. His fingers slipped under the skirt of your dress, and you let out a sharp inhale as his fingers grazed the wetness between your thighs.

“So wet already?” he asked, glancing up at you.

“Did you expect me not to be?” you huffed.

“Not that fast.”

“You’re not the only one who’s been missing sex, you know. Just looking at you makes me wet these days.”

Jake’s eyes flared, a look of possessive hunger flashing across his face before he dove back in. He littered your neck and collarbones with kisses, his fingers slowly rubbing over your clit through your panties. You let out a series of quiet sounds, your hands roaming up and down his back to feel as much of him as possible. It had been too long since you had been able to touch Jake like this, and you would take full advantage of it while you could.

“I wanna be inside you so bad, baby,” Jake said, his breath coming out in hot puffs against your skin.

“What’s stopping you?”

Jake raised his eyes to yours, and he only looked at you for a second before your hands found their way to his shorts, quickly undoing the button and zipper before pulling them down just far enough to release his aching cock. He shuddered as the warm evening air hit him, and he lowered his hand to pump himself a few times.

“I need you,” you whispered, connecting your lips with Jake’s hungrily. The ache between your legs was becoming unbearable, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait to be filled by your boyfriend. It no longer mattered to you where you were, or that anyone could find you. Every cell in your body was screaming for Jake, and your patience was wearing thin.

Jake released his cock, instead using his hand to grasp the back of your thigh. He lifted your leg up just enough to allow him to fit there, and he pushed your panties to the side before pressing his tip against your entrance.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice wrecked with want.

“Yes,” you breathed, feeling yourself pulsing against his tip. “Please, Jake.”

This was all the encouragement he needed. He slowly slid his cock into your wet folds, and you both let out simultaneous moans as he filled you. Once he was buried to the hilt, he leaned forward and rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned. “I’m not gonna last very long.”

“It’s okay,” you said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you ran your hand through his soft hair. “We can always sneak out again later and do it again.”

Jake lifted his head, a devious smile spreading across his face. “I love the way you think, y/n. We might just have to.”

After a brief pause, Jake began to thrust slowly inside you, the sound of cicadas in the trees around you almost concealing the sharp breaths and wet noises of his cock sliding in and out of you.

“Feels s’ fuckin’ good,” Jake whimpered, his hand still tightly grasping the soft flesh of your thigh to keep it raised. The bark of the tree was digging into your skin with each thrust, but you didn’t care. The only sensation you could focus on was the delicious pleasure of Jake moving between your legs.

“Oh my god, Jake,” you said, throwing your head back as his thrusts grew faster. With every snap of his hips, he buried himself fully inside you, and you were utterly addicted to the feeling of being filled with each thrust. Waves of pleasure rolled through your body, and you connected your lips with Jake’s, your hot breaths mingling with his as you swallowed his moans.

You were both growing sweatier by the moment, as the scorching summer night air pressing around you only combined with the rapid movements of your bodies rolling together. Jake’s hair was becoming more damp by the second, but you didn’t care. You were having the hottest sex of your life in every way possible.

“I’m getting close,” Jake whined, raising his free hand and bracing it on the trunk just behind your shoulder. With his other hand, he still grasped your leg, and you knew there would be bruises there tomorrow, but you didn’t care. Those bruises would serve as a reminder of just how desperately Jake had needed you, and just the thought turned you on more than you already were.

Jake squeezed his eyes shut, his length rubbing against the delicious spot inside you that had you seeing stars. With each wild buck of his hips, you let out a clipped moan, and you could tell that your obscene sounds were driving him even closer towards his release.

“I-I think I’m gonna c-cum with you,” you stuttered, pressing your forehead to Jake’s.

“That’s so fuckin’ hot,” he ground out. “I’m so close, baby. You’re getting me so close.”

You swore viciously as you felt your orgasm rising within you, and Jake could tell you were about to cum. He dropped his hand and began to furiously rub your clit, and that was all you needed. Your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy spasming around Jake’s cock. He immediately began to cum inside you with a loud cry, and he fell forward against you as he emptied his load deep inside.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. You were both trying to regain your breath after your outdoor encounter, and after a bit, Jake began to laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” you asked, a slow smile spreading across your face.

“I can’t believe we just did that, that’s all,” he panted, still inside you. He raised his head, looking at you with so much love and affection that you felt your heart swell. “And we’re gonna do it again later.”

You were about to respond when you heard the back door of the house open, and you both froze.

“Jake? Y/n? Are you guys out here?” his dad called.

Jake swore under his breath, quickly pulling out of you and zipping up his pants. You smoothed his hair, trying to make sure it looked as if you hadn’t just been running your hands through it.

“Yeah, we are,” Jake called. He stepped out from behind the tree, allowing you a moment to make yourself decent. “I was just showing her this huge tree. I was telling her all the stories about how we used to fight in the branches as kids.”

“Ah, good memories,” his dad chuckled. “Well, we’re about to put a movie on, and your cousins want you to join us.”

“Gotcha, we’ll be right there.” Jake flashed his world-famous smile at his dad, and you felt your heart flutter. “Gotta finish my story real quick.”

“Take your time, we’ll wait.”

After that, you heard the door close, and Jake slowly turned to look at you. You both burst out laughing.

“Do you think he heard us?” you asked.

“God, I hope not,” Jake laughed. He held out a hand for you. “C’mon, let’s go watch the movie. Then we can come out here for part two when everyone else goes to bed. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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[hoonguin]

꒰﹕﹒home invasion ❀ lee heeseung

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎written for the heart’s mailroom event ! ༊

✷ your strict parents raised a sneaky daughter, and lee heeseung, your boyfriend of four years, is proof of it !

pairings ⸝⸝ ‎bf!heeseung ✿ f!rea‎ ‎ ‎ ✉️‎ ‎ ‎ wc ⸝⸝ 6.3k

🗯️ 内容‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ explicit sexual content ♫ 18+ ⸝⸝ intended for mature audiences | minors do not interact ᯓ secret & established relationship, cussing, overstimulation, first-time sex, loss of virginity, protected p in v, oral (f. & m. receiving), slight dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk, emotional intimacy, aftercare !

⟶ mentioned ⋮ hoshi (seventeen) ₊ ryujin (itzy) ₊ sunoo (enhypen)

EL’S ✷ BUBBLE : 2000s era, no fixed place because we’re here for vibes only <//3 hee & rea are about 20-21 here by the way ! also this is very much fueled by my lifelong doawk nerd tendencies and rodrick heffley resurfacing in my brain again . . . thank you so muchi for the request ! i lawb you ❤︎ enjoy my ever-so-lovely hoonguin nation (‾◡◝)

The rain came down in unforgiving sheets, harsh against your bedroom window, the sound of it filling every quiet space in the room. Water streaked down the glass so heavily the city lights outside looked blurred and distorted, turning everything beyond your room into watercolor smudges of yellow, red, and white.

“You’re soaking, Hee. Like, genuinely soaking,” you scolded, standing in front of him with a towel in your hands. “You’re going to get sick one day, I swear. Actually, no, you wouldn’t even be sick if you stopped climbing through my window every time it rains.”

Your flip phone had long since been abandoned somewhere on your bed after you hung up on him thirty minutes ago, your CosmoGirl magazine laying face-down on the carpet beside your desk chair. Your computer screen still glowed dimly from across the room, Facebook left open mid-scroll, photos of your classmates crammed into tiny albums — parties, cheap drinks, blurry peace signs held toward cameras.

Everyone else your age seemed to spend Friday nights somewhere loud.

Heeseung spent his climbing onto your roof.

He sat by the window nook now, completely drenched, hoodie clinging to his skin while droplets of rainwater dampened the built-in seat beneath him. Dark strands of hair dripped onto his forehead as the storm battered against the glass just beside him. The faint smell of rain followed him inside, familiar enough that you’d long since started associating it with him.

It wasn’t even hard for him to get in anymore.

Your room sat at the very front of the house, the small roof over the entryway sticking out just enough for him to pull himself up if he was careful. Four years together had apparently given him enough experience to do it almost effortlessly.

Well — mostly effortlessly.

“You act like I almost died getting here,” he muttered, lips pressed into a pout while you aggressively rubbed the towel over his head.

“You slipped last time.”

“I caught myself.”

“You almost took the gutter down with you.”

“But I didn’t.”

“You literally scared the shit out of me, Hee.”

Heeseung only grinned at that, soft and annoyingly pleased with himself, like your concern was something precious he wanted to keep.

You sighed dramatically, though your hands gentled almost immediately as you continued drying his hair.

Four years.

Sometimes it still startled you.

You’d started “dating” at sixteen in the careless, unserious way high schoolers often did — passing notes during class, sharing wired earphones during lunch, sneaking around after school with no real understanding of what commitment actually meant. Half the time, the two of you had only dated because your friends insisted you already acted like a couple anyway.

Back then, everything with him had felt light.

Fun.

He’d walk you home carrying your backpack even when you told him not to. You’d spend entire phone calls arguing about songs neither of you actually hated. He’d steal fries off your tray at lunch and swear your food somehow tasted better than his.

You’d broken up once for three days during junior year because he forgot your monthsary.

Then got back together because both of you were miserable about it.

Stupid teenage things.

But somewhere between then and now, things had shifted quietly into something deeper.

It happened slowly enough that neither of you noticed at first.

The late-night calls became late-night conversations about the future. The casual “I miss you” texts turned into him showing up outside your house after bad days because he couldn’t stand knowing you were upset alone. You started becoming part of each other’s routines without trying.

Without asking.

Now he climbed through your bedroom window in thunderstorms just because he wanted to see you for an hour before going home.

The worst part was that you always let him in.

“You’re staring,” he said suddenly.

You blinked, realizing your hands had stopped moving.

“Yeah, staring at this insane man in front of me.”

“That’s not what that look was.”

“Yes, it was.”

He laughed softly under his breath, reaching up to wrap his fingers loosely around your wrist before pulling your hand away from the towel entirely.

“I wanted to see you, pretty,” he murmured.

The teasing tone he usually carried was gone now, replaced by something quieter. More sincere.

Outside, thunder rolled somewhere far off.

“You always tell me to chase after the things I want, right?” he continued, eyes fixed on yours. “So I came here.”

Your expression softened immediately despite yourself.

God.

Four years later, and he still knew exactly how to get away with things.

You dropped the towel onto the floor beside him before stepping closer, your hands moving to cup his rain-cold cheeks. His skin was freezing beneath your palms, but he leaned into your touch instantly anyway, eyes fluttering for half a second like he’d been waiting for it.

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” you whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Still, you leaned forward anyway, pressing a lingering kiss against his forehead.

His shoulders relaxed beneath your hands almost immediately.

Then, quieter this time, with the corners of your mouth lifting into a smile, “Whatever you say, loser.”

It was no surprise to anyone that your parents were probably the strictest people alive.

Even random strangers you talked to in online chatrooms knew about it.

You were legally an adult already, yet somehow still lived under rules stricter than most middle schoolers. But technically, it made sense — you still lived under their roof while attending college. You’d had plenty of opportunities to move out, plenty of reasons to, too, but staying home meant attending your dream university without constantly worrying about tuition, rent, groceries, or whether you’d survive off instant noodles for the rest of the semester.

So you stayed.

In exchange, your freedom was practically nonexistent.

Your parents were the kind of people who believed every horrifying thing printed in newspapers or aired on television. One kidnapping case three cities away suddenly meant you weren’t allowed outside past seven. A segment about drunk driving meant lectures during dinner for an entire week. Every terrible thing they heard only made them tighter, stricter, more protective.

Most parents loosened their grip as their children grew older.

Yours only held on harder.

They had rules for everything. Honestly, the list was probably longer than the Code of Hammurabi itself.

No smoking. No drinking. No parties. No clubbing. Curfew before sunset unless it involved academics. Finish your chores before touching anything remotely enjoyable. Most importantly — absolutely no boyfriends.

Unfortunately for them, strict parents rarely created obedient children.

They created sneaky ones.

And you were living proof of that.

Drinking?

You started around a year ago.

Your first time happened with your boy best friend, Hoshi, during what your parents believed was an innocent afternoon walk. Somehow, that “walk” turned into the two of you sitting outside in broad daylight with cheap alcohol burning down your throat while you tried not to cough your lungs out in front of him.

The taste was awful.

But the feeling afterward wasn’t.

For the first time in a while, your mind felt quiet. Warm. Easy. Like every frustrating thing weighing on your shoulders had blurred around the edges for a couple of hours.

You still remembered desperately forcing yourself to eat afterward so your breath wouldn’t smell suspicious when you got home. Sitting around for nearly an hour pretending to scroll through your phone while trying to sober up enough to look normal in front of your parents.

Smoking?

That happened a few months ago.

Ryujin handed you a cigarette outside a convenience store while the two of you were buying materials for a class project. You only meant to try one drag out of curiosity.

You nearly choked to death immediately after.

Ryujin laughed so hard she had to hold onto the side of the building.

Then there was the biggest rule of all.

No boyfriends.

Which was ironic, considering you’d already had one since sophomore year of high school.

Four years.

Four entire years of sneaking around your parents behind carefully constructed lies and perfectly rehearsed excuses.

Late-night phone calls whispered beneath your blanket. “Group studies” that were actually dates. Deleted messages. Fake stories. Secret kisses stolen before you went back home pretending nothing happened.

It was exhausting sometimes.

Stressful, absolutely.

But thrilling, too.

Because despite the rules, the lying, the double life — you loved it so, so much.

You loved the freedom hidden inside rebellion.

And maybe, just maybe, you loved him enough to risk getting caught.

Heeseung was sitting in your desk chair now, lazily scrolling through your open tabs of Tumblr and Facebook like he owned the place.

Every few seconds, another ridiculous post from your university friends flashed across the screen.

Photos taken inside crowded clubs with neon lights washing over flushed faces. Videos from late-night drives with music blasting so loudly the audio distorted. Someone posting about a spontaneous sleepover at some questionable motel in the middle of nowhere. Another group catching flights out of the country just because they could.

Everyone always seemed to be doing something.

Living.

Meanwhile, you were stuck sneaking your own boyfriend through your bedroom window like a criminal.

Heeseung, completely unbothered by the injustice of your life, leaned back comfortably in the chair while wearing his old basketball jersey from senior year — the one he’d given you after graduation along with a pile of other sentimental things he claimed “smelled too much like high school.”

The loose jersey exposed his arms entirely, toned biceps flexing every time he scrolled or clicked something on your computer mouse.

It was distracting.

Very distracting.

A pair of gray joggers hung low on his hips too — another thing technically hidden inside your room. He’d accidentally slept over around three months ago after both of you knocked out while studying, and in the panic of sneaking him out before sunrise, he’d forgotten them completely.

Thankfully, your parents had never found the container shoved into the back of your closet filled with clothes you “didn’t wear anymore.”

In reality, half of it belonged to him.

You sat cross-legged on your bed nearby, flipping through the last few pages of your magazine while occasionally glancing over at him.

The black lace trim of your camisole brushed against your skin every time you moved, soft fabric hugging your body comfortably. The beige middle contrasted against the dark details perfectly, and paired with your lounge shorts, the ones your aunt gifted you two Christmases ago, you looked effortlessly pretty without even trying.

Heeseung had already looked at you at least ten times in the last five minutes alone.

Then suddenly—

“Wait,” he said.

You glanced up lazily.

“Hm?”

He pointed at your computer screen.

A newly uploaded post from Ryujin filled the monitor, a blurry group picture of your girlfriends packed together inside some club bathroom, all glittery makeup and drunk smiles.

The caption read:

y/n was actually the one who took the photo (hella real) :-) #wemissyoubaddie #funnightout #yolo

Your face dropped instantly.

“Fuck my life, this is so stupid.”

The bitterness in your voice caught Heeseung off guard enough for him to turn fully toward you.

“What’s up?”

You tossed your magazine aside with far more force than necessary before dragging a hand down your face.

“It’s just so unfair sometimes,” you muttered. “Everyone gets to go out and do normal college things while I’m locked up in this house twenty-four seven like the apocalypse is about to happen.”

Heeseung stayed quiet, listening.

“My parents act like if I leave the house past sunset I’m immediately gonna end up dead in a ditch somewhere,” you continued, frustration spilling out faster now. “Ryujin literally sleeps over at random people’s apartments. Sunoo went to Batanes, that… northernmost province in the Philippines or whatever, for literally three days without even telling his parents first. I don’t even know how the hell he got the money for that! Ugh, everyone gets to just… live normally.”

You stood up from your bed abruptly and walked toward your desk, arms crossing tightly over your chest as you stared at the stupid Facebook post still glowing on your screen.

“And meanwhile I have to lie just to breathe.”

For a moment, the room went quiet except for the rain outside.

Then you felt his hands.

Heeseung reached for your waist gently, pulling you backward until you stumbled between his legs with a surprised laugh leaving your mouth.

“Hee—”

Before you could complain, he tugged you fully down onto his lap.

Instinctively, you settled there comfortably, your arms looping loosely around his shoulders while his hands stayed warm against your waist.

“Shhh,” he murmured softly, pressing his cheek against your stomach for a second. “It’s okay.”

You sighed dramatically despite melting into him immediately.

“It’s not okay.”

“It will be.”

He tilted his head back to look at you properly then, expression calmer than yours always seemed to be.

“You’ll get to experience all that stuff someday,” he said quietly. “The parties, trips, dumb late-night drives, all of it.”

“And what if I don’t?”

“You will. I’m so sure of it.”

The certainty in his voice made your chest ache a little.

He rubbed slow circles into your waist with his thumbs.

“And when you do,” he added with a small grin, “I’ll probably be there annoying you through all of it.”

That finally pulled a reluctant smile out of you.

“You’re already annoying.”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “But you like me anyway, no?”

The chair creaks beneath you, knees pressing into the cushion on either side of his thighs. Your hands rest on his shoulders, fingers curling into the soft cotton of the basketball jersey. Heeseung’s hands settle at your waist, his fingers moving in slow, careful circles as if he’s still learning the shape of where it’s safe to hold you. 

He looks up at you, and the lamplight carves shadows along the sharp line of his jaw. His lips part, then close. 

A beat passes. 

Then another.

You feel the heat creeping up your neck, the weight of his gaze making your skin prickle. So you pout, just a little, just to break the tension, a soft downturn of your lips that's half real, half teasing.

His eyes catch it immediately. A slow grin spreads across his face, lazy and warm.

"You're cute when you get pouty," he murmurs, thumbs stroking the bare skin just above the waistband of your lounge shorts.

Your eyes narrow, but there's no bite in it. "The window is right there if you wanna leave."

He laughs, low and short, and his hands tighten on your hips. "Not a chance, gorgeous."

You roll your eyes, but the smile gives you away. Your fingers slide from his shoulders into the hair at the nape of his neck, soft strands slipping between your knuckles. He leans into the touch, eyes fluttering half-shut for a second.

"You're so warm," you say, quieter now.

"So are you." His voice dips, rougher. "I feel like I'm burning up over here."

The air between you both immediately thickens. 

His hands move — one sliding up your spine, the other settling on your thigh, thumb tracing absent circles on the inside. The fabric of his joggers is soft against your bare skin, and you can feel the heat radiating off him through the thin layers.

You lean in first.

Your lips brush his gently at first, testing. His breath hitches, and then he's kissing you back, soft and slow, his mouth molding against yours like he's got all the time in the world. One hand cups the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your face just right.

The kiss deepens gradually. His tongue traces your bottom lip, asking, and you part for him. The taste of him floods your senses, warm, faintly sweet from the soda he had earlier, utterly addictive. A small sound escapes your throat, swallowed by his mouth.

His hand slides down your back, palm pressing flat against the dip of your spine, pulling you closer. The chair shifts as he adjusts, and you feel it — the growing hardness beneath his joggers, pressing against your inner thigh.

He breaks the kiss just enough to breathe, "Fuck, you taste good."

"Shut up," you whisper, but there's no heat in it. You pull him back in.

This time, the kiss turns messier. Teeth graze your lower lip, tugging, and his groan vibrates against your mouth. Your hips shift forward instinctively, grinding down against him, and the friction sends a jolt straight through you.

Heeseung's breath stutters. His hands grip your hips, steadying you, guiding you into a slow roll that makes the chair squeak in protest beneath you both.

"Yeah," he breathes, lips trailing along your jaw, down the column of your throat. "Just like that, baby."

Your nails dig into his shoulders through the jersey. His mouth finds the hollow of your collarbone, sucking lightly, and your head falls back with a soft moan. His tongue soothes the spot, then he's kissing his way back up to your lips.

"You're shaking," he says against your mouth, half a question, half a statement.

"Mmm." You're not sure if it's from want or nerves or both. "Shut up and kiss me."

He laughs, breath warm and distracting. "Bossy."

But he does. His lips capture yours again, hungrier now, tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that makes your head spin. His hand leaves your hip to palm your breast through the lace of your camisole. The fabric is thin enough that you feel every ridge of his fingers, every press of his thumb as he finds your nipple and rolls it gently.

You gasp into his mouth. He smiles against your lips.

"Like that, baby?"

"Don't—" You cut yourself off with a shaky breath. "Don't be smug."

"Never." His thumb keeps circling, and his other hand slides down to grip your ass, pulling you harder against him. The pressure of his cock against your core is maddening through the layers of fabric.

You rock your hips again, a little more desperate this time, and the chair groans loudly beneath you. Heeseung's head falls back, eyes squeezing shut, a low groan rumbling from his chest.

"Fuck," he pants. "You're gonna make me lose my mind."

"What’s holding you back then? Let me."

Your hand slides down his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath your palm. His abs tense under your touch, and he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes as you trail your fingers lower, over the waistband of his joggers, stopping just short of where he's straining against the fabric.

"Please," he whispers, voice cracking.

"Please what?"

He swallows hard. "Please keep touching me. Don't—shit, don’t stop."

You lean in, lips brushing his ear. "Don’t sweat it."

Then you kiss him again — deep, consuming, all tongue and teeth and desperate little sounds. His hips buck up against you, instinct taking over, and you grind back down, matching his rhythm. The chair rocks with you, a steady creak-creak-creak that fills the room along with your mingled breaths.

His hand slides under your camisole, palm flat against your stomach, then higher until he's cupping your bare breast. His thumb flicks across your nipple, and you moan into his mouth.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look at you. Your lips are swollen, your hair a mess, your eyes dark and hazy. He brushes a strand behind your ear, gaze soft. "So fucking beautiful."

"Kiss me again," you demand, breathless.

He does. He kisses you until your lungs burn, until the world narrows down to the press of his body against yours, the heat of his palm on your skin, the way his hips roll up to meet yours with increasing urgency.

His mouth trails down your throat, teeth scraping over your pulse point, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin there. Your fingers tighten in his hair, holding him close.

"Baby," he gasps against your collarbone. "I need—I need more."

"I know." Your voice is ragged. "I know."

He lifts his head, eyes meeting yours, pupils blown so wide they're almost black. His lips are red and wet, his breathing uneven. He looks ruined already, and you've barely started.

His thumb traces your hip bone through the fabric of your shorts. "Can I—"

"Yes."

The word tumbles out before he even finishes. You don't need to hear the rest. You want this. You want him.

His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, tugging gently, asking again with his eyes. You nod, and he takes a shaky breath before sliding his hand lower, palm pressing against the heat of you through your underwear.

Your breath hitches. His eyes lock on yours, watching every flicker of expression.

"Okay?" he whispers.

"Okay."

He kisses you again, softer this time, while his fingers begin to explore, tracing the outline of you through the damp fabric. Your hips twitch against his hand, chasing the pressure.

The chair creaks. Your heart pounds. His thumb circles slowly, deliberately, and you break the kiss to bury your face in his shoulder, moaning against the fabric of his jersey.

"I've got you," he murmurs into your hair. "I've got you, baby."

His middle finger drags through the slick fabric of your underwear, from your entrance up to your clit, pressing just enough to make your hips jump. You feel the heat of your own arousal soaking through the cotton, and from the way his breath catches, he feels it too.

"Fuck," he breathes, pulling back to look at you. His eyes are dark, hungry. "You're wetter than I was earlier, and I was standing in the rain without an umbrella or anything."

Your face goes scorching. The crimson climbs up your neck, floods your cheeks, burns the tips of your ears. You can't even look at him. You press your face back into his shoulder, mortified, and your hand flies down to swat his away from between your legs.

"Hey—" he starts, but you’re already guiding one of his hands where you want it, slipping it under your camisole so it rests against your skin. 

"Up here," you mumble against his jersey. "Focus on this."

He laughs, low and warm, but his fingers curl slightly as he keeps his hand under your camisole, steady against your skin. "Yeah? This is what you want?"

You nod, face still hidden.

He squeezes gently, thumbs finding your nipples, and a shaky breath escapes you. "Okay, baby. I got you. Whatever you need."

He massages you, slow and deliberate, both hands kneading your breasts while his thumbs circle your nipples until they're pebbled and aching. Your hips start moving again on their own, rolling against his joggers, seeking friction. The length of his cock presses against your core through the layers, and the feeling of it, thick and hard, straining against the soft cotton, makes your mouth go dry.

"I want you so bad," you whisper, the words spilling out before you can stop them. Your hips grind down slowly, deliberately, feeling him twitch beneath you. "You feel so, so good. So fucking big."

You bite your lip, and a soft moan spills from your throat, high and breathy.

His eyes darken. His hands tighten on your breasts, and he pulls you into another kiss, rough and demanding, all tongue and teeth and desperation. His hips buck up to meet yours, and the chair groans beneath the weight of both of you moving together.

He breaks the kiss, breathing hard. "Bed. Now."

Before you can respond, he stands, lifting you with him. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and he carries you across the room, still kissing you, mouths slotting together in between ragged breaths. He pauses at the door, reaches back without looking, and twists the lock. The click echoes in the quiet room.

Then he carries you past the window nook, and you feel him pause again. He pulls back just enough to glance at the curtain, thin, pale, letting in the faint glow of the streetlight outside. He reaches over and yanks it closed, the rings scraping along the rod until the fabric is fully drawn, sealing the two of you in.

He lays you down on the bed, and the mattress dips beneath your weight. He follows you down, hovering over you, but then he sits back on his heels, hands finding the hem of your camisole.

"Can I?"

You nod, breathless.

He pulls it up and over your head, and the cool air hits your bare skin. Your breasts are fully exposed now, and his eyes go wide, his breath stuttering out of him.

"Holy shit," he says, voice barely above a whisper. His gaze drags over you, slow and reverent. "Your breasts are so big. Tiny ass waist..." He trails a finger down your sternum, between your breasts, over your stomach. "This is what you've been hiding from me?"

Your cheeks burn, but there's a thrill in his awe that makes you feel powerful. "Maybe, we’ll never know."

He shakes his head, letting out a disbelieving laugh. "Unreal."

His hands find your shorts next, hooking into the waistband and pulling them down your legs. Your underwear goes with them, and then you're bare beneath him, completely naked, and the vulnerability of it hits you all at once.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "You smell so good," he murmurs against your mouth. "Everything shower?"

A surprised laugh bubbles out of you. "Yeah, actually."

He grins. "Knew it. You always smell like vanilla and something sweet. Drives me insane."

His hand slides down your body, fingers trailing over your stomach, through the coarse hair between your legs, until he reaches your slick folds. His middle finger glides through the wetness, gathering it, and you shiver at the touch.

"Look at you," he says softly, watching his own finger move. "So fucking wet for me. Is this all for me, baby?"

You can barely nod. Your breath comes in short, shallow gasps.

His finger circles your clit, featherlight, and your hips jerk. "That's it. Just relax. Let me take care of you."

He slides one finger inside you, slow, and the stretch makes your eyes flutter shut. He's barely in, just the tip, and already it feels like so much. He watches your face carefully, reading every micro-expression.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you breathe. "Keep going."

He pushes deeper, inch by inch, until his finger is fully sheathed inside you. The feeling is strange and full and good, and you clench around him instinctively.

"There you go," he murmurs. "Feel that? That's me inside you. Just one finger. Gotta get you ready for more, yeah?"

You whimper, and he starts to move, sliding in and out at a torturously slow pace. His thumb finds your clit, pressing tight circles, and the dual sensation makes your back arch off the mattress.

"That's it. That's my good girl. Taking me so well."

A moan builds in your chest, rising, and when it spills from your lips it's too loud — a sharp, breathy cry that cuts through the quiet room.

Heeseung's hand claps over your mouth instantly, but his smile is wicked. "Shh," he whispers, leaning close, lips brushing your ear. "We don't want Mr. and Mrs. L/N to hear their lovely daughter get fucked right now, do we?"

Your eyes go wide, and the heat floods your face again.

"Don't you?" he repeats, voice dropping lower. "Want me to stop?"

You shake your head frantically against his palm.

"Good girl," he says, and removes his hand.

He slides a second finger inside you, and the stretch is sharper this time, making you gasp. He pumps them slowly, curling them up, searching. When he finds that rough patch of nerves inside you, your whole body jolts.

"There it is," he breathes. "Right there, huh?"

He presses against it with every stroke, and your hands fly to the sheets, gripping them tight. His mouth descends on your breast, lips closing around your nipple, tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. He sucks gently, then harder, and the combination of his fingers inside you and his mouth on your chest has your mind going blank.

"So pretty," he murmurs against your skin, switching to the other breast, giving it the same attention. "Look at you. Taking my fingers so well. Think you can take my cock?"

You're not sure, but you want to try. "Yes," you manage. "Yes, I want it."

He kisses his way back up to your mouth, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to what his fingers are doing between your legs. "You're doing so good, baby. Tell me if it's too much."

"More," you whisper. "Please."

He withdraws his fingers, and you feel suddenly empty. He sits up, pulling his jersey over his head in one fluid motion, and your eyes travel over his bare chest. His shoulders are broad, his stomach toned, a light sheen of sweat making his skin glow in the dim light. You reach out, fingertips tracing the line of his collarbone, down his sternum.

He catches your hand, kisses your palm. "You can touch me all you want later. Promise."

He stands just long enough to push his joggers down, then his boxers, and his cock springs free — already hard, already dripping at the tip. Your breath catches. It's bigger than you expected. Thick. The sight of it makes your stomach flip with a mix of anticipation and nerves.

He wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly. Three times. Once. Twice. Three. His eyes never leave yours.

"Enjoying the view, pretty?"

You can't form words. You just nod.

He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself by your head. His cock is right there, inches from your face, and you can smell the clean scent of his skin, taste the salt in the air.

"Open up," he says softly. "Let me feel that pretty mouth."

You part your lips, and he guides himself inside. The weight of him on your tongue is heavy, unfamiliar, and you take him as best you can. His hand cradles the back of your head, not pushing, just holding.

"That's it. Nice and slow. Just the tip."

He moves gently, sliding in and out of your mouth at a pace that lets you adjust. His other hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away a tear that slips from the corner of your eye.

"Doing so good for me, baby. Taking me so deep."

You gag slightly, and he stills immediately, giving you time to breathe.

"Okay?"

You hum around him, and he groans at the vibration.

"Fuck, that's good."

He keeps going, slow and deliberate, fucking your face with a tenderness that doesn't match the filth of the act. When he pulls out, a string of saliva connects his tip to your lips.

He kisses the corner of your mouth. "So perfect."

Then he moves down, settling between your legs. His fingers find your slick entrance again, sliding inside with ease. He pumps them slowly, watching your face, and you're already so sensitive from everything that every stroke makes you gasp.

"Look at you. So ready for me. But I want to hear you ask."

"Please," you whimper.

"Please what?"

"Please put it inside. Please, Hee."

His eyes darken. "Good girl."

He reaches over to where his wallet sits on the nightstand, pulls out a foil packet, tears it open with his teeth. You watch him roll the condom down his length, his hands steady, his gaze locked on yours.

He positions himself at your entrance. The head of his cock presses against you, and you feel the heat of him, the pressure, the promise.

"Ready?"

You nod, throat tight.

"Tell me if it hurts. We'll stop. I mean it."

"I know. I want this."

He pushes in.

The first inch is a stretch unlike anything you've ever felt. Your eyes roll back, and you fumble for the pillow, pressing it over your face to muffle the sound that tears from your throat.

He pulls the pillow away, gently but firmly. "No. I want to see you. I want to watch your face when I fill you up."

His hand covers your mouth instead, palm warm against your lips, and you're grateful for it as he pushes deeper. The stretch builds, a burning pressure that makes your eyes water, and then he's fully inside you, seated to the hilt.

He stills. Gives you time.

"Fuck," he breathes, forehead pressed to yours. "You feel... you're so tight. So fucking tight around me."

Your walls flutter around him, adjusting to the intrusion. He stays perfectly still, letting you feel him, letting your body learn the shape of him.

"Okay?" he whispers.

"Okay," you manage, voice muffled by his hand.

He pulls out slowly, then pushes back in. The drag of him inside you sends sparks through your entire body. He sets a rhythm, deep, slow, deliberate, and his hand stays over your mouth, his other hand gripping your ass, kneading the flesh.

"You're taking me so well," he murmurs against your ear. "First time for both of us, baby, yeah? Still feels like I’ve known your body forever.” 

You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks, and he kisses them away.

"My good girl. My perfect fucking girl. Do you feel that? That's me inside you. I'm the only one who gets to have you like this."

His pace quickens slightly, and the sound of him moving inside you, wet and rhythmic, fills the room. He reaches up and massages your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

"Look at your tits bounce while I fuck you. Fucking perfect."

The pressure builds in your belly, coiling tight. He feels it too, feels your walls clench around him.

"That's it. You gonna come for me? Gonna come on my cock?"

"I—Hee, baby—"

"Come for me, gorgeous. Let me feel you."

His hand moves from your mouth to wrap around your throat, not squeezing just enough to send a thrill through you, and he fucks you faster, deeper, chasing his own release.

"I'm close," he gasps. "Fuck, I'm so close."

"Inside," you plead. "Come inside."

He groans, his hips slamming into yours, and you feel him pulse inside you, feel the condom swell as he spills into it. The feeling of him coming, the way his body shakes, the way he moans your name — it pushes you over the edge.

"I'm coming," you gasp. "Baby, I'm coming—"

He fucks you through it, his pace never slowing, and the overstimulation makes you cry out. He dips his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth, and the sensation doubles, triples, splintering through you like lightning.

Your orgasm wrings you out, clenching around him, and he keeps thrusting, slow now, riding it out with you.

When it subsides, he pulls out gently, and you feel empty again. He peels the condom off, and you watch as he strokes himself once, twice, spilling the remaining drops of his release onto your lips, your breasts.

"Open," he says softly, and you part your lips. He smears the last of it across your bottom lip, then leans down and kisses you, tasting himself on your mouth.

Then he disappears between your legs.

His mouth descends on your sensitive core, tongue flat against your folds, lapping up the mess of your release and his. You squeak at the intensity, thighs clamping around his head, but he grips your hips and holds you open.

"None of that. Let me taste you."

His tongue circles your clit, flicks across it, and your hips buck off the mattress. He eats you out like he's starving, tongue plunging inside you, then dragging back up to your clit.

"You taste so wet. Could drink you all night."

It's too much. It's not enough. Your hands find his hair, gripping, pulling, and he groans against you, the vibration sending you spiraling.

The second orgasm hits you before you're ready, sharp and sudden, and you cry out his name as you come undone on his tongue.

He laps it all up, gentle now, letting you come down. When he finally surfaces, his chin is wet, his lips are red, and he's grinning.

He crawls up beside you, pulling you into his arms. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together.

"Hey," he murmurs. "Look at me."

You turn your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes are soft now, the heat faded, replaced with something tender.

“How are you feeling?” he asks softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

You blink up at him from where you are, he pulls the blanket over both of you carefully afterward, tucking you against his chest while warmth slowly settles beneath the covers.

“Good,” you whisper, voice slightly hoarse. “Really good.”

His expression eases immediately, thumb stroking gently across your waist.

“Any pain?”

“A little sore,” you admit quietly. “But it’s okay.”

He leans down to press a slow kiss against your forehead, lingering there for a second longer than necessary.

“You did so well for me, baby,” he murmurs. “I know this was your first time.”

Your chest tightens a little at the tenderness in his voice.

“And it was yours too,” you whisper back.

A small smile spreads across his face.

“Yep,” he says softly. “Guess we trusted each other that much.”

You feel your eyes sting unexpectedly, emotion settling warm and heavy in your chest. Just something overwhelming and soft and impossibly intimate.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you mumble.

“Always.”

The answer comes instantly.

He pulls the blanket higher around your body afterward, making sure you’re fully covered before settling back against the headboard with you tucked securely against him. One of his hands slips into your hair, fingers combing through it slowly, while the other rests warm against your hip beneath the blanket.

Outside, rain still tapped quietly against the windows.

Inside, everything felt still.

Safe.

He presses another kiss to the top of your head before mumbling softly against your hair—

“Get some rest, pretty. I’m not going anywhere.”

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YOUR TURN — hyung line

YOUR TURN — 1. A phrase used in a gangbang to tell the next person waiting that it’s time for them to step in and get involved. 2. A slut’s opportunity—the moment when it is finally her chance to act, indulge, and surrender herself after others have already taken theirs. The phrase emphasizes delayed gratification, where the receiver eagerly awaits her turn to be used or to participate after hearing others go before her.

content tags/warnings: hyung line x reader, reader is horny and desperate, men are assholes, inspired by the show series euphoria. explicit content (smut): porn with no plot at all, gangbang, face fucking, facials, nipple play, fingering, oral fixation, unprotected sex, degrading language, pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling etc), double penetration, protected anal sex, slapping, hentai like expressions, handjob, overstimulation, tits fucking, squirting, lack of verbal consent in some scenes, choking, pain play, creampie, this is straight up porn but have a potential romance at the end. lmk if i missed something. WC: 17.2K

It wasn't like you were some kind of slut, right?

Who were you kidding? Any girl with a working pussy would drool if she stood close enough to those four men. Not just because of their looks, not just because of the sharp edges of their jawlines or the way their eyes seemed to strip people down without touching them, but because how they confidently carried themselves. Their scent. That mix of cologne and sweat that made your throat dry the second they passed by. It wasn't normal, not the way your body reacted. Not the way your thighs pressed together when you thought of them. But you kept telling yourself it was. It had to be.

Lee Heeseung, Park Jongseong, Sim Jaeyun, and Park Sunghoon. 

Four names that rang louder than any lecture in your university halls. Four names whispered in bathrooms, shouted across freedom walls, written down in anonymous confessions like some fucking campus legends. Everyone knew them. Everyone wanted them. And everyone, at least once, wondered what it would be like to be touched by them.

People pretended to sneer at their lives, at the rumors tied around them, but the truth always leaked through—envy, hunger, the kind of desperate need nobody wanted to admit out loud. Because deep down, every damn rumor about them only made them more untouchable, more godlike.

And then there was that one rumor. The one that tore through the university like wildfire.

The gangbang story.

The most scandalous, dirtiest thing anyone had ever whispered, and yet nobody could stop talking about it.

Nobody could prove it. Nobody knew if it was just a story made up by someone bored, but fuck, if it had been real... if it had been real, then you weren't sure what was worse. The fact that people called it disgusting or the fact that it made your whole body clench with jealousy.

How fucking scandalous. How fucking disgusting.

And how fucking pathetic that every time you thought about it, your chest got tight, your mouth went dry, and all you could think was: if that rumor had ever been true, if those four had ever taken a girl like that, then why the fuck wasn't it you?

"Someone caught Jake making out with a girl from Tourism!"

"Someone said Sunghoon's been fucking that sophomore from another building!"

"Have you heard that Jay is smoking at the back of the building while the TA sucks him off? Geez, what a lucky girl."

"And that cheerleader said Heeseung likes girls who can spread their legs wide!"

Your hands gripped your pen tighter, knuckles turning pale, jaw clenched as the chatter bled into your ears. Every fucking sentence was the same—different girls, different places, different dirty details—but the same four names, always the same four names. It was exhausting, it was maddening, and it was starting to chew holes into your focus.

"Stop it," you hissed finally, snapping your head up to face the group of girls clustered near the corner. "There are people here who are trying to study. Maybe try doing that instead of running your mouths about men and their sex lives. Do you have no shame?"

The table went quiet, their smirks twitching as they shared quick glances between themselves. One girl rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath, but none of them pushed back. They just leaned back into their seats, whispering low but not low enough, as if they wanted you to hear every giggle, every stifled laugh.

You tried to turn back to your notes, but your pulse wouldn't settle. You're not annoyed that they were gossipping.

You were jealous.

Jealous that every rumor had someone else's name attached to it. Jealous that every filthy story, every detail, every moan that lived in their words belonged to another girl and not to you.

Fuck! It's unfair! It's so unfair! Why was it always someone else? Why did it have to be another girl they kissed, another girl they bent over, another girl who got to hear their voices from fucking?

You exhaled sharply through your nose, trying to drown it out, trying to stay steady. But every word of theirs came back to the same thing. Their dicks. Their moans. Their fucking. And all it did was remind you that you hadn't had a single taste of any of it, not even once.

Fuck it. When was it supposed to be your turn?

You tried. God, you fucking tried. You started dragging yourself to every fraternity party you caught wind of, even ones you had no business going to, all in hopes of catching just one of their eyes. You would push through sweaty bodies and strobe lights, pretending to dance, pretending to laugh, only to learn that Jay had already gotten bored and left long before you even stepped in. The disappointment would choke you, but you still kept showing up. 

Like some desperate puppy waiting for scraps.

You started waxing everything, every inch of your body, until your skin burned. You bought bottles of expensive perfume you couldn't even afford, ones that clung to your clothes and hair until it made you dizzy. You thought maybe, they liked girls who smelled clean, who looked like they had their shit together, but deep down you knew it didn't matter. Because how would they ever notice when you didn't even have the guts to open your mouth?

"Uh... do you know, like, how to talk to Heeseung?" you asked, trying to keep your voice casual while your eyes betrayed you, glued to the tall figure across the library.

He was sliding books off a shelf, completely unaware of the way your whole body went tense, your throat dry, your palms slick with sweat. Even from a distance you swore you could smell him, that same maddening warmth that clung to him whenever he walked past.

Your friend blinked, eyebrows raised as though she couldn't believe the words had actually come out of your mouth. "About what? You know damn well he doesn't talk to girls in public. People only talk about how he fucks them hard and then disappears. No contact. Nothing. Ever." She scoffed, dismissing it with a wave of her hand, before her gaze sharpened on you. A smirk tugged at her lips and she let out a loud laugh that made your ears burn. "Wait. Don't tell me you're actually planning something. You think you're gonna get him to fuck you?"

Her laughter made your eye twitch. You felt her gaze scan over you, up and down, picking apart everything you were, everything you weren't. She reached over, patting your shoulder in a way that only made you feel smaller.

"It's okay to dream big," she said, lips curving into a cruel little smile, "but let me shatter that for you. He would never, okay? Hmm?"

Something in your chest snapped at her words. Anger rose, clinging to your ribs until you thought you'd choke on it. How fucking dare she? How dare she look at you like that, laugh at you like you weren't even worth a second glance? How high did she think of herself, how low did she think of you?

But you swallowed it, burying the sharpness down where no one could see. You curved your lips into a laugh that sounded almost real, almost lighthearted, even though your nails dug into your palm under the table. "Silly you," you said sweetly, tilting your head like it didn't sting, "I was just trying to interview him for sports journalism. Don't get too talkative about fucking, though. It sounds like you're reflecting your own frustrations."

You smiled brighter, watching her expression falter for just a second before she scoffed again and turned back to her notes.

You needed to think. You needed to dig deeper into yourself, to find a way, any way, because you refused to lose. You refused to accept being invisible.

Every single morning became a routine.

You would drag yourself out of bed before the sun even touched the sky, forcing your heavy eyes open as you stood in front of the mirror. You styled your hair until not a single strand was out of place, you layered makeup carefully until your reflection looked like someone worth noticing, and you scrubbed your skin until it stung, until it shone smooth under your fingertips. Your closet was picked apart daily, clothes scattered across your floor, until you found the outfit that made you feel like you could walk down the hall with your head high, like you were worth a second glance.

And every time, when the clock struck the hour you knew they would be walking down the hallway, you stood ready. Shoulders straight, steps measured, chest tight with nerves as you waited for them to pass. You tried to look effortless, confident, perfect. But it shattered you every single time when none of them looked your way. Their eyes stayed forward, their voices low between themselves, their expressions unchanged as if you were nothing more than air. Your hands would grow limp at your sides, your confidence bleeding out of you as you glanced behind your shoulder, mouth parted slightly, helplessly staring at their broad shoulders moving further and further away from you.

The frustration followed you. At night, you laid in bed with their faces behind your eyelids, your thighs pressed together until you couldn't stand it anymore.

You touched yourself with the thought of them, not just one but all four, surrounding you, using you, making you theirs in every filthy way you had imagined. You came undone to fantasies of their hands pulling your hair, their voices groaning against your ear, your body stretched thin for them, and the pleasure left you gasping, sweating, shaking in the dark. Yet as soon as it ended, as soon as your heartbeat slowed, you already hated yourself. Because no matter how hard you wanted it, morning would come again, and the cycle would repeat. You'd wake up early, fix yourself to perfection, pass them in the hallway, and watch them ignore you.

The days blurred into each other, but the whispers always found you. Another rumor spread like fire, another story about them with another girl, and it burned you alive from the inside.

You wanted to scream at how unfair it was, how humiliating it felt that you couldn't stop aching for something you might never get. Sometimes you almost laughed at yourself, at how pathetic you must have looked, stuck between jealousy and desperation, unable to let go.

"Wow, what perfume do you use? You smell so good!" Your classmate's voice cut through your thoughts one day, her hand brushing casually across your arm. "And your lotion too? Your skin feels amazing."

The touch startled you, and the question almost made you snap. "It's just Victoria's Secret," you hissed automatically, jerking your hand slightly to free yourself. But the moment you saw her surprised face, you realized what you had done, and quickly masked it with a sweet smile. "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood, forgive me? It's Velvet Petals. But I exfoliate with Dove first. That's probably why."

Her lips curved into a bright smile, her eyes scanning you with something almost admiring. "It's okay! You look really, really, really pretty, you know? And you're so sweet. I just hope you don't fall into the wrong hands."

The way she said it made your stomach twist. You knew exactly who she was talking about, and the mocking tone in her voice when she mentioned "wrong hands" made it worse. Those fuckboys. That's what they all called them, as if the four of them weren't the most wanted men on campus, as if everyone's mouths didn't water at the thought of being ruined by them.

You held your smile, but inside, the anger returned, pulsing hotter than before. They all thought they were above you. They all thought they could talk about them like that and laugh at you for wanting something they secretly wanted too. They were liars, hypocrites, hiding their hunger under judgment while you carried yours openly in your chest.

You pressed your lips together, leaning closer to her so your words came out soft, almost playful. "Maybe falling into the wrong hands isn't always such a bad thing."

Her eyes widened slightly, confusion flickering across her face as you sat back again, smiling politely like nothing had happened.

But in your head, the thought echoed, louder, heavier, filthier.

If those hands were theirs, you would fall gladly.

The party was dragging, the music pounding but lifeless, the people are drunk but boring. You wondered for the tenth time why you even bothered showing up.

The whole campus had been buzzing about this night, everyone whispering about how it would be wild because they would be here. But the most boring part of it all was exactly that—they weren't.

No sign of the four men everyone was expecting. And for that, you hated yourself a little. You hated that you had wasted another expensive outfit, another spritz of your favorite perfume, another hour in front of the mirror just to sit there and look pretty for nothing.

Your cheek rested lazily against your hand as you swirled the watered-down alcohol in your glass. Your eyes lingered on the girl across the room, perched on the couch, laughing with a group of guys who had crowded her like she was the crown jewel of the night. She looked so damn proud of herself, flipping her hair and soaking up their attention like it was worth something.

You almost felt bad for her—because those men? God, they were fucking ugly. The kind of guys who had nothing going for them except being loud and drunk enough to fill her space. And she was pretty, too pretty for the trash sitting beside her, too wasted to notice she could do better.

You sighed, your eyes dropping back down to your glass, watching the last pieces of ice melt into nothing. Maybe you should leave. Maybe you should give up, call it another wasted night, drag yourself back to bed where you could rot under the covers and imagine what it would feel like if the four men ever actually noticed you.

"Hi."

The single word pierced through the noise around you. Your breath caught, and you nearly threw your glass across the table. Your back went ramrod straight as you turned, your heart slamming against your ribs so hard it hurt. When your eyes landed on the figures behind you, everything inside of you went still before spiraling into chaos.

Jake. Sunghoon.

Two of them. Standing there. Talking. To you.

Your throat closed, your tongue heavy, your thoughts shattering into broken pieces as if the universe had finally played its sick joke on you. What the fuck was happening? Jake and Sunghoon—out of everyone in this crowded room—were standing in front of you, looking at you, waiting for you.

"H-Hi?" The word slipped out, so small, so shaky you almost cringed at yourself.

Jake's smile spread, his gaze running over you like he was unwrapping you with his eyes. He didn't hide the way he lingered on the pink silk dress clinging to your body or the way his eyes glinted when he caught the gems glittering delicately across your skin. The weight of his stare made your thighs press together without you even thinking about it.

"Where's your friends?" He shifted his hands casually into his pockets, flashing a smile. "I organized this party, you know. I almost felt bad seeing you sitting here alone."

You swallowed hard, the words tangling on your tongue. This was the moment you'd been waiting for, the one you had begged for, dreamed of, touched yourself over. And yet, your body betrayed you, trembling as you almost flinched under the weight of their presence.

"M-My friends a-are... uh... there." Your shaky hand lifted, pointing weakly toward the dance floor, and the second you did it you wanted to melt into the floor and disappear.

Sunghoon's low laugh broke the air. He leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes fixed on you as if he could see straight through every flimsy layer of composure you were trying to hold together. "And they exclude you? What bad friends you have."

The closeness of him made your brain dissolve. His perfume, his cologne, the sharp tang of alcohol still lingering on his lips—God, you wanted to taste it, to drown in it. He didn't even touch you, but his nearness was enough to make your body tense, your lips parting before you realized it.

"Want to join us?" Sunghoon asked smoothly.

"W-Where?" you squeaked.

"Well, we can drink outside—" Sunghoon started, but Jake cut him off with a voice that left no room for argument.

"At Heeseung's private room." His tone was steady, certain, his stare locked on you, waiting for your reaction.

For a split second, Sunghoon's eyes widened at Jake's bluntness. You caught the quick glance he shot him, an unspoken message passing between them, before his smirk slid back into place. He didn't need to argue. He didn't need to say a thing. Because the moment the words "Heeseung's private room" left Jake's mouth, your body had already betrayed you.

Your lips trembled, your voice breaking into a whisper. "Yes."

And there it was—the one word that sealed everything.

Jake's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he tilted his head ever so slightly, studying you like you had just handed yourself over. Sunghoon's grin widened, his teeth flashing as he straightened up, amusement flickering in his gaze.

"Good girl," Jake murmured under his breath.

Your chest tightened, your breath caught, and every ounce of you screamed that this was it. The moment you had been waiting for, the moment you had dreamed of, the moment you could never come back from.

And you didn't fucking care.

The door creaked open and Heeseung froze at the threshold, his tall frame stiffening instantly as his eyes landed on the scene.

Jake had one hand tangled in your hair, his cock buried between your lips, his head thrown back as he groaned through clenched teeth. Sunghoon was draped across your back, his chest pressing heavily against you, his hand pinching and rolling your nipples mercilessly while his lips brushed your skin, leaving icy trails that made you shiver.

Your body was positioned like some offering—hands and knees spread like a cat, ass swaying slightly with every thrust of Jake's hips.

"Seriously?" Heeseung's voice was carrying irritation. He shut the door, though he didn't walk away.

The noise made you whimper, muffled around Jake's cock, the vibration of your moan sending shudders up his spine. Jake gritted his teeth and hissed through a laugh, thrusting harder until the blunt head of his dick slammed against the back of your throat. He held you there with one firm grip in your hair, pushing until your nose bumped against the hard plane of his stomach. Your eyes watered, your chest heaved, but the desperation inside you drowned out every thought of resistance.

It hadn't started like this. At first, it was only drinks, games, laughter and teasing, until Jake leaned forward and suggested body shots. You hadn't even hesitated; the heat of their attention had already melted through you, and Jake had almost laughed at how quickly you had fallen into their hands.

And now, here you were, drooling and choking on his cock while Sunghoon twisted your nipples until your whole body jerked with every pinch.

"Your favorite member is here," Jake taunted, his gaze dropping down to you, then flicking toward the figure standing silently by the door. His smirk widened as he forced another thrust into your mouth. "Bro, she's been asking where the fuck you were. You took so long, she already came in her panties just from Sunghoon teasing her tits."

Heat shot through your face as the humiliation wrapped around you. Tears streamed freely down your cheeks, staining the gems near your eyes, but none of it stopped you from flattening your tongue against the base of his cock, licking every inch you could reach while your throat spasmed around him. The shame twisted into a  darker, sharper, more intoxicating feeling than you ever imagined.

This was it. This was the dream. The one you'd fucked yourself to in silence night after night, the one you had burned for. And now you were living it, choking, moaning, tears streaking your face, every filthy detail of it everything you had ever wanted.

You couldn't see Heeseung clearly from where you knelt, but you felt him. His gaze was heavy, dragging over you, making your pussy clench at nothing. You knew he was watching the way your lips stretched around Jake's cock, the way your chest heaved as Sunghoon tortured your nipples, the way you looked so fucked out and desperate already.

"The rumors about us are already spreading, and you have the guts to do this?" Heeseung's voice finally cut through with restrained anger. He stepped closer, his shoes quiet against the floor until his shadow stretched across you. You could feel his eyes on your crying, messy face, and it only made your cunt throb harder, soaking your panties.

Jake laughed through a groan, his hips grinding against your lips as his cock slid deeper. Sunghoon joined him with a low chuckle, his cold mouth pressing into your nape as his fingers tugged the straps of your dress down your shoulders. The silk slipped easily, baring your chest fully to Heeseung's view, your nipples stiff and swollen as Sunghoon's thumb and finger rolled them until you moaned around Jake's length.

"Come on," Sunghoon murmured against your ear, his voice is taunting. "You know we always love sharing." His lips traced your skin as his hand pushed your dress lower, exposing more, leaving nothing for modesty.

Heeseung's jaw tensed, but his eyes betrayed him. He couldn't look away. His cock stirred against his pants, hardening slowly with every sound that left you, with every pathetic little whimper muffled by Jake's cock. He watched the tears streak down your face, the way your hand lifted shakily from the floor, reaching for him.

Your fingers trembled as they hovered against his thigh, then slid higher until they brushed over the hard bulge in his pants. Your eyes lifted toward him, glassy, half-lidded, drowning in tears and lust, staring directly into his.

Heeseung exhaled sharply, his composure cracking.

And when your palm pressed firmer against him, stroking lightly through the fabric, his cock throbbed in response.

Your back arched off when Heeseung's hands moved to his belt. The sight alone was enough to make your chest tighten and your pussy throb, your body reacting with a hunger you couldn't disguise. Sunghoon caught it immediately, his laugh was low against your ear, mocking the way you looked so desperate without shame. He shifted off you, giving Heeseung room.

"Does Jay know about this?" Heeseung asked, his eyes shifting toward Jake and Sunghoon as if demanding an explanation even while his hands were already pulling at his clothes.

Jake's grin widened, still slick with your spit as he slid his cock from your mouth. "It's a surprise," he answered simply, as if that explained everything. His hand squeezed the back of your neck one last time before releasing you, and your body slumped against the mattress, chest heaving, throat raw. But before you could even recover, Heeseung's hands pressed against you, guiding your body flat onto your back, his touch so commanding you followed without question.

The world tilted when the fabric of your dress slipped from your shoulders, your body fully bared under their stares. Sunghoon leaned close again, his nose brushing your cheek as his voice dipped. "Look at those pretty eyes." His words curled into your skin, and you whimpered before turning toward him, your lips crashing into his. The kiss was messy, desperate, your mouth opening wide for him, your tongue tangling with his like you could pull the heat out of him and swallow it whole.

Jake's fingers hooked your panties and dragged them down your legs, his eyes glued to the slick mess between your thighs. The moment he saw your pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing, a growl broke from his throat.

Heeseung's response was just as guttural, his eyes narrowing as he dropped down onto his knees beside Jake, their shoulders brushing as if they were competing for the same prize. Without hesitation, they lifted your legs, spreading you shamelessly open, one of your thighs resting on each of their broad shoulders.

Sunghoon didn't let you breathe. His mouth consumed yours, his tongue pressing harder, his teeth tugging your bottom lip as his hand cradled your jaw, keeping you locked against him. You barely managed a moan into his mouth when the first hot lick dragged across your clit, the sudden sensation shooting up your spine that you tore yourself away from Sunghoon's kiss. Your eyes flew down, wide and dazed, only to meet Heeseung's sharp gaze staring up at you while his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking with deliberate, teasing pulls.

Your mouth fell open, your chest rising and falling rapidly, but you didn't dare blink. You couldn't miss the sight of his face buried between your legs, his tongue flattening against your sensitive bud and flicking so slowly it bordered on torture. Your thighs shook, trying to close, but his grip on your hips was unyielding.

"Hey," Sunghoon muttered, his fingers squeezing your chin until your eyes snapped back to him. His gaze was dark, narrowed, a flicker of jealousy twisting in it. "I was the one who found you. Give me some attention."

Your whimpers came small, but you still obeyed, your hand trembling as he guided it down between his legs. The hard ridge of his cock was burning against the fabric of his pants. The moment your palm pressed against him, your body shivered from the weight of him.

They were massive. You had heard the whispers from other girls, but no rumor had prepared you for the truth. Your fingers wrapped around him, squeezing gently through the fabric, and Sunghoon's lips parted, his breath catching as his hips rocked into your touch.

"Fuck," he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin as if your touch alone was enough to push him toward the edge.

And then Jake bit down on your inner thigh, hard enough to make you cry out, his tongue following the sting with a wet, sucking kiss that left your skin marked. Heeseung's lips abandoned your clit, only to press lower, his tongue flattening against your dripping entrance before slurping noisily at the wetness pooling there. The sound was obscene, messy, and you moaned louder than you ever had, the combination of Jake's teeth marking your thighs and Heeseung's mouth devouring you unraveling every last thread of composure you had.

"Shh." Sunghoon's voice was ragged as his hand pressed against your jaw again, his hips grinding into your palm while his other hand fumbled with his belt. His pants dropped down his thighs, and when he freed himself, your eyes widened, your mouth watering instantly at the sight. His cock was flushed and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum, so thick it almost made your stomach flutter with fear.

Your legs were trembling uncontrollably, but you couldn't close them, not when Jake and Heeseung had you pinned wide open, their mouths swapping positions greedily between your clit and your entrance.

Jake was hungrier, reckless with the way his tongue plunged into you, his lips sucking against your folds so loudly it drowned out even the bass from the music downstairs. You could feel him moan against you, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, his whole face buried as if he wanted to drown in your pussy.

"Say ah," Sunghoon knelt in front of you, his cock gripped tightly in his hand. You obeyed instantly, your lips falling open, your eyes wide and locked on his face.

The expression he wore was enough to make your stomach twist—his brows drawn tight, his lips parted as if he were biting back a curse, his gaze focused entirely on your mouth as though nothing else in the world existed.

"So eager," he whispered hoarsely, his cock brushing against your lips as pre-cum smeared across them. "Fuck."

Heeseung rose slowly from between your thighs, his lips and chin slick with your wetness, his chest lifting heavily with each breath. His gaze drifted down over your trembling body, then to Sunghoon's cock hovering dangerously close to your lips, before his large hands moved to your chest. The weight of his touch was deliberate, kneading the softness of your breasts, his thumbs dragging over your nipples until they tightened again under his attention.

The combination was unbearable, your body jerking at every angle, twitching against their hands and mouths as if you no longer had control over it. Sunghoon's sudden pace had your cheeks hollowing, his cock stretching your lips as he thrust with low, restrained groans.

At the same time, Heeseung's fingers twisted your nipples mercilessly, sharp flicks that sent heat rushing to your core, and Jake's tongue was buried inside you, fucking your entrance with wet, eager strokes. Each movement pulled you in a different direction, your body caught in the middle of all three of them until you felt yourself unraveling at the seams.

Your head was spinning, dizzy from the sensation. The world tilted and blurred, your muffled moans spilling out against Sunghoon's cock, your tears streaking down your cheeks. It was overwhelming, but in the best way, better than anything you had ever experienced, better than every fumbling encounter that left you aching and unsatisfied.

This was hunger given form, this was desire being fed by three men who knew exactly how to break you. Every flick of Heeseung's fingers, every thrust of Jake's tongue, every push of Sunghoon's cock made your stomach coil tighter and tighter, until the knot inside you threatened to snap.

And then it did.

You came so hard it tore a strangled cry out of your throat, your body convulsing with the force of it. The orgasm crashed into you violently, your back arching off the bed, your legs trembling as Jake's hands clamped down on your thighs to keep you open.

You almost bit down on Sunghoon from the shock of it, your mouth clenching, your throat spasming, and he pulled back with a sharp hiss, his hand replacing himself on your lips to keep you from choking. But Jake didn't stop; he didn't even pause. His tongue twisted deep inside you, lapping greedily at everything you gave him, his head moving side to side as if he wanted to drink you dry. He held you down through every wave, prolonging the orgasm until you thought your body might tear apart from how hard you were shaking.

"Fuck, ah—fuck, shit," Sunghoon cursed above you, his voice breaking into a groan. His grip tightened on your jaw as his release hit suddenly, hot ropes of cum splattering across your face in quick, forceful bursts. Some streaked down your lips, some across your cheeks, and one stray spurt landed in your eye, stinging faintly but drowned out by the overwhelming tide of pleasure still wrecking your body.

You barely processed it, too lost in the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasm and the relentless flicks of Heeseung's thumbs still torturing your nipples. The sensation was too much, every nerve in your body stretched taut as Jake's mouth sealed back over your clit, his tongue circling lazily as he wanted to drag every last drop of climax from you.

Your sobs broke into gasps, your chest rising sharply, your face sticky with Sunghoon's cum, your throat raw from the moans you couldn't stop. And still, Heeseung's eyes stayed locked on you, darkly watching you writhe.

"I need to fuck her already," Heeseung finally muttered, already standing.

Jake stopped what he was doing and glared at him, his jaw clenched. "Who the fuck said you were gonna be first? I was the one who talked to her. I was the one who had her on her knees until now." His hands went to his shirt, ripping it over his head before shoving his pants down impatiently, his irritation burning through every motion.

Sunghoon sighed, throwing his head back, eyes half-lidded as he grabbed your shaky hand and wrapped it around his cock. "You two are always fighting about this shit," he muttered, ignoring the tension and letting you stroke him, his hips lifting slightly into your fist. His lashes fluttered shut as a low groan escaped him. "Fuck, that's it. Don't stop, baby. Just keep going. That's all I need."

"Fuck off," Heeseung snapped as he took a step closer. "You've both had enough time playing with her. I've been waiting, and I'm not standing here any longer."

Your eyes darted between them, your chest rising in short, desperate pulls of breath, before landing on Sunghoon again. He was still focused only on you, his hand over yours, guiding you up and down his thick cock. "Feels so fucking good," he groaned, his voice breaking, his neck exposed as his head fell back.

"That's why I get to be the first to fuck her," Jake shot back, standing tall now, his cock hard and throbbing against his stomach. His smirk was sharp, challenging. "You were late. I've been making her drip for me."

Sunghoon leaned closer to you, his breath hot against your ear, his lips brushing the corner of your jaw. "Ignore them, baby. Just focus on me." His other hand slid around your waist, tugging you closer until his lips pressed firmly against your neck. He kissed you hard, then nipped at your skin, his teeth dragging up to your jaw before biting again. You gasped at the sting, your hand stroking him faster, your wrist straining with the effort.

"Such a good girl," he moaned, his lips vibrating against your throat. His fingers slipped down your belly until they found your soaked pussy again, circling lazily around your entrance. The teasing pressure made you jolt, your moans tumbling out helplessly as he finally pushed one finger inside. Your walls clenched instantly, wrapping tight around him, and his sharp groan against your ear told you exactly how much he liked it. "So tight," he whispered, almost to himself, before sinking another finger inside.

"Sunghoon—" your voice broke, whimpering, the heat spreading too fast through your core as his hand worked inside you.

"Keep those pretty legs open for me, baby," he murmured, his lips dragging down to your shoulder, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. "Need to stretch this pussy for all of us. You want that, don't you? Want to take us all?"

Your only answer was a frantic nod, your lips trembling as your hand gripped his cock tighter, pumping him faster even as your own body shuddered from his fingers curling deep inside.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself too much, Sunghoon," Jake hissed, stepping forward. His hand shot out, pulling you roughly away from Sunghoon's grip.

You whined at the sudden loss, your body immediately protesting the absence of his fingers inside you.

"Shhh, darling," Jake cooed mockingly, wiping at your cum-stained face with his thumb before pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. His mouth was demanding, tasting, his teeth nipping at your lower lip before pulling back with a smirk. "Me and Heeseung will make you feel so fucking good. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes," you whimpered without hesitation, nodding quickly, your desperation spilling through. You turned on your hands and knees before they could even tell you, body moving on instantly because you knew. You'd heard the whispers. You knew this was how Jake liked to fuck—rough, from behind, with no mercy. "Please."

Jake's laugh was low, almost breathless as he stared at your ass. "Fuck, you don't even need to be told. So hot like this." His palm cracked against your cheek, the sting making you moan as he spread you open with his hands.

Your eyes flicked up, catching Sunghoon again—he was watching with his lip caught between his teeth, his hand wrapped tight around his cock, stroking lazily as his gaze devoured you.

And then your eyes trailed higher, locking with Heeseung, who was standing in front of you, holding the base of his thick cock as if offering it to you. You opened your mouth instantly, ready to take him, but instead he grabbed your chin, tilting your head until you were forced to look up at him.

You sucked in a sharp breath when Jake's tip pressed against your soaked pussy, your entire body stiffening at the stretch before he even entered. His grip on your waist was bruising, anchoring you in place.

"Shit," Jake groaned under his breath, his voice breaking into a growl as he pushed in deeper. "How long has it been since you've been fucked like this? You're tight as fuck."

Your whimpers filled the air, your eyes locked on Heeseung's as he squished your cheeks between his large hand.

"Talk," Heeseung demanded, his eyes burning down into you. "Don't just sit there like a pretty little toy. Tell us what you want. Say it."

The moment he said it, Jake shoved his cock all the way inside you, the sudden fullness making your head drop forward with a cry.

"Moan louder. Scream our names. Tell us what to do to you," Heeseung ordered, pushing you to the edge as Jake's thrusts started to slam into you from behind.

"I—" you stammered through gasps, your body buckling under the rhythm. "I've been dreaming of this since first year." The confession tumbled out without filter, every word dripping with desperation.

Your honesty ripped a sound from both Jake and Sunghoon, low groans that mixed with the slick sound of your body being fucked. Heeseung's gaze hardened, his nostrils flaring as his jaw clenched. Jake's thrusts grew harsher, his hips snapping against you with punishing speed.

"W-want all of you to use me—fuck me, please!" you squealed, your voice cracking as Jake's cock found that spot inside you and hit it mercilessly.

Jake's laugh was cruel, his words spilling out between moans. "Yeah? That's why you gave in so fucking easy? Thought we'd have to drag it out of you, but you just spread those legs like the slut you are." His hand clamped down on your arms, dragging you back onto his cock as he fucked you harder, each thrust shaking your body forward.

Tears pooled again in your eyes as you shook your head weakly, your voice breaking between cries. "N-not a slut! D-don't call me that—ah, f-fuck! Jake!"

But he only thrust faster, slamming into you, groaning at how you clenched so tightly around him the harder he degraded you.

"Yeah?" Jake's voice dropped to a whisper, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Then why the fuck are you here like this? Why are you dripping on me if you're not exactly what I called you?" His thrusts grew erratic, pounding straight into the softest spot inside you, making your knees tremble, making your nails dig into the sheets until your knuckles turned white.

You couldn't even answer him at first, because the way he was fucking you made your thoughts scatter, your mouth falling open as broken sounds spilled out. But then Heeseung was on you again, his hand fisting in your hair, pulling your head back so you had no choice but to meet his eyes.

"Come on," Heeseung murmured. His thumb brushed over your trembling bottom lip before tightening his grip on your hair, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Ignore him. Tell us what you need. Use that pretty voice."

Your chest heaved, your lashes fluttering, every nerve in your body screaming for more. "Want you—" your voice cracked, "want you all to fill m-my pussy up." The words came out broken, but loud enough for all of them to hear. Your body arched as another wave of Jake's thrusts sent shocks of heat through you, and you sobbed through your moan. "G-give me your biggest load, make me your toy for tonight—ahhh!"

Your scream broke off when Jake's hand slipped down, his fingers pinching your clit hard before slapping it over and over, sharp little bursts of pain crashing into the overwhelming pleasure. The mix had your eyes rolling back into your skull, your mouth falling open as drool slipped from the corner of your lips.

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" you squealed, your voice hoarse, your body jerking helplessly as the coil in your stomach twisted tight, tighter than before. Your thighs shook violently, your legs threatening to give out beneath you if it weren't for Jake's grip anchoring you in place. Every nerve screamed release, but he didn't stop, his cock drilling into you, his fingers punishing your clit until you were certain you'd break.

"Where do you want it?" Jake grunted against your neck, his thrusts almost brutal now, each one stealing the air from your lungs. "Where do you want me to cum, huh? Say it."

Heeseung tugged your hair harder, forcing your eyes to meet his again, his dark gaze pinning you as if daring you to answer wrong. Sunghoon's low groans filled the room behind them, the sound of his fist gliding over his cock only making the moment heavier.

Your lips trembled as you tried to form the words, every part of you shaking, drowning in pleasure, drowning in them.

"Anywhere," you gasped. "In my mouth, in my face, in my body, in my pussy—just fucking cum anywhere in me!"

"Fuck!" Jake groaned. His palm came down on your clit with a sharp slap that had your legs trembling so violently, your pussy clenching down on him with merciless tightness. The shock sent your body into another wave, your scream cutting through the air as you came hard around his cock, your walls fluttering, soaking him with everything you had.

The way you pulsed around him dragged him over the edge, his hips snapping forward with reckless speed until his cock throbbed and spilled, his hot cum spilling deep inside you in thick spurts that made your stomach twist with satisfaction. The moment you felt him paint your walls, you let out a long, broken moan, almost sobbing at how good it felt, how badly you'd needed it.

Heeseung finally let go of your hair, stepping back just far enough to watch you crumble under Jake. His eyes were locked on the mess between your legs, on the sight of Jake's cock still buried in you while his cum leaked out in slow, obscene drips.

His hand slid down his abdomen until he was stroking himself openly, his jaw tight, his breathing heavy. The look in his eyes told you he was seconds away from joining, and that thought made your clit twitch with aftershocks.

Sunghoon's chest rose and fell sharply as he leaned back, still stroking his cock at a steady rhythm, his gaze locked on you. His lips parted, his breathing uneven.

Jake's body eventually stilled, his forehead damp with sweat, his chest heaving with each breath as he looked down at your trembling frame. He pulled back slowly, letting his cock slide free from your swollen pussy. The moment he did, his cum began to spill out in a steady stream, dripping down your thighs and pooling between them.

He had never finished that hard before—he knew it, and from the stunned silence, so did the others. Even Heeseung's brows had furrowed at the sight, as if he couldn't believe how much you were leaking.

Your eyes fluttered half-lidded, your lashes wet with tears and sweat, your breaths shallow and uneven. Your body was heavy, limp from the storm that had wracked you, but somewhere deep inside, you found the strength to move your fingers, twitching weakly against the sheets. You weren't done. You couldn't be. You wanted more—you needed more. Your body begged for it, trembling but eager, your pussy clenching around nothing as if calling for another cock to fill you.

You forced your eyes open again, vision blurred with sweat and tears. And then—

"You're into this shit again?"

That voice. Deep, familiar voice, it cut through everything—the ringing in your ears, the haze in your mind, the pounding of your own heart.

Your pussy clenched instantly, as if your body recognized him before your brain could, a sharp rush of need flooding through you at just the sound.

"Took you long enough, Jay," Sunghoon muttered with a crooked smile, though his hand didn't stop stroking himself.

Jake looked up too, his chest still heaving, his hand dragging across his sweaty forehead, annoyance flickering across his features. Heeseung paused mid-stroke, his gaze narrowing, his jaw flexing as his attention shifted from you to the man at the door.

And you—your throat went dry, your lips parted, your heart slamming painfully against your ribs. Jay was here. Finally!

A soft, broken whine left your lips as your body shifted toward him. Jay's eyes sharpened, his expression was unreadable as he stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him. His gaze swept over the room, over Jake still breathless, Sunghoon stroking himself lazily, Heeseung looming above you, and finally, it landed on you—sweaty, trembling, your face flushed and messy, your eyes wide and glassy as they reached for him.

He didn't move immediately. He just stood there, silent, his jaw tight, demanding the others explain without him saying a word.

But Heeseung didn't give him the chance. He gripped your legs firmly, dragging you down the bed until you were flush beneath him, your body spread and waiting. Jay's eyes narrowed as he caught the sight of your hand twitching toward him, so close yet so far, the longing in your movement almost pathetic in its honesty.

Before you could call out, Heeseung pinned your arms above your head, his fingers curling around your wrists with unrelenting strength. His mouth brushed the shell of your ear, his voice low and taunting. "No more waiting. I've already held back long enough."

And then without warning, he pushed his cock all the way into you in one brutal thrust.

Your scream ripped through the air, your body arching violently as he bottomed out, stretching you so suddenly you could hardly think. The slick of Jake's cum inside you made it easier, made it wetter, but it didn't stop the sharp, overwhelming sting of being filled again so completely, so roughly.

"Fuck—yes," Heeseung groaned, his forehead pressing briefly to your temple as he steadied himself, though his hips didn't slow. "Need to bury my dick inside this pussy before anyone else tries to stop me. If I wait another second, I'll lose my goddamn mind."

He began to pound into you without mercy, each thrust shaking your body, pushing you deeper into the mattress. The sound of it mixed with his growls and your cries until it was all one desperate rhythm. His pace was punishing, desperate, as if he needed to erase the traces Jake left behind, like he needed to make sure you remembered him the most.

Your eyes flickered open through the haze, and there's Jay.

He was still standing where he'd closed the door, but now his chest rose heavily. He was watching you, not Heeseung, not Jake or Sunghoon, but you—his gaze locked on your face, on the way your lips trembled around moans, on the way your eyes begged for him even while another man fucked you senseless.

The sight of him like that—stoic, his stare pinning you harder than Heeseung's grip ever could—made your walls spasm tight around Heeseung's cock. You couldn't move forward, couldn't reach Jay the way you wanted, Heeseung's weight pinning you down just as Jake had before. It was maddening, being fucked this hard while Jay stood so close yet untouchable.

"Look at you," Heeseung groaned, his pace ruthless, his cock battering your soaked cunt. "You're dripping, squeezing me like you never want me to leave. You love it—you fucking love it."

And he wasn't wrong.

Your mind was spiraling, torn between the brutal pleasure flooding your body and the heat of Jay's eyes locked on you.

Heeseung's hand slid up the side of your face, his fingers pressing into your cheek as he tilted your head toward him. The moment your lips brushed against his, you melted, kissing him back feverishly, moaning into his mouth as he swallowed every sound. His thrusts didn't falter, his cock dragging mercilessly against that spot inside you that had you unraveling so quickly, another orgasm barreling through your overstimulated body before you could even brace yourself. Your legs shook violently, your cries muffled by his mouth as you shattered around him again.

Jake, still hard and needy, didn't wait any longer. He stepped closer, ignoring Jay's looming silence, his cock already heavy and dripping. Sunghoon followed, stroking himself lazily, his smirk curling as he looked down at your messy face and trembling body. Heeseung adjusted his body and hold, his hand locking tightly around your waist as he slowed just enough to grind into you deliberately, rolling his hips in a way that pressed cruelly against your swollen clit and that spongy spot inside, teasing you, forcing more whimpers from your lips even as your body tried to recover.

When Jake and Sunghoon moved to either side of your head, you reacted instantly. Both your hands reached out to wrap around them, your fingers straining around their girth. A muffled moan escaped you, your eyes fluttering, as Sunghoon leaned lower, his hand sliding to your breast, kneading it roughly.

The sensation made you gasp, your lips parting, and Jake took the opportunity to rub his cock against your tongue. You sighed in bliss, your throat vibrating as you licked the tip, your saliva mixing with the sticky fluid still clinging to him from earlier. You sucked eagerly, slurping him down before switching, letting Sunghoon feel your tongue glide along the underside of his length, licking from his base to his leaking tip. All the while, Heeseung's thrusts grew sharper, pounding harder, each one jarring your body as he lost the battle with his own restraint.

"Fuck, you really wanted this, huh?" Sunghoon groaned, watching your lips wrap around him before sliding free. His hand tangled in your hair, guiding you lower, feeding himself into your mouth as his hips rolled slowly, deliberately. "Moaning with three cocks on you, and enjoying every second of it."

Your eyes watered as you let him push deeper, your throat tightening, but the messy desperation in your moans proved his words right. You pulled off with a wet gasp, kissing the head of his cock, smearing saliva across it before whispering against him.

"Love your cock... so much," you breathed, your lips brushing the tip, your eyes flicking immediately past him—toward Jay. That gnawing ache inside you swelled, and before you could stop yourself, your whine tumbled out. "Is Jay not gonna join?"

The room stilled at your words.

Jake chuckled dryly, tugging your wrist tighter around his shaft before thrusting into your hand with rough, impatient strokes. "You've got three cocks already and still not enough for you?" His voice dropped lower, his pace quickening as he fucked into your fist. "Can't even handle us together, but you're begging for more. God, you're insatiable."

Heeseung growled low in his throat, his thrusts growing faster, harsher, punishing you for even speaking Jay's name. Sunghoon hissed through his teeth as your grip on him tightened, his thumb brushing your spit-slicked lips.

"S-sorry!" you squeaked, your back arching violently as the three of them claimed every inch of your body with greedy, unrelenting hands. The sensations collided into each other, overwhelming, making it impossible to tell where one touch ended and another began.

Your skin burned under their palms, every squeeze, every slap, every tug forcing your body to twitch and your chest to heave with broken sobs of pleasure.

"Focus on us, you fucking bitch," Heeseung growled, dangerous enough to make your cunt clench so tight around him that his hips stuttered. He cursed, gripping your waist harder, his cock slamming into you with renewed force, each thrust demanding your full attention, demanding that you forget everything but him, but them.

Your eyes rolled back, your lips trembling, but you couldn't stop glancing toward Jay, couldn't stop feeling that magnetic pull toward his stare.

Jake grunted, his hand tangling roughly in your hair, yanking your head toward him as his cock brushed against your lips again. "Ignore him. You hear me? He's not the one inside you right now—we are. So open your fucking mouth and focus," his cockhead smearing across your tongue before pushing in, forcing your throat to stretch around him again. The taste of him mixed with the mess already dripping down your chin, and you moaned around his length, gagging slightly when he pushed deeper, his hips jerking at the sound.

Sunghoon, never content to let the others take more than him, pressed closer, his fingers pinching your nipple until you whined. "That's right. You're ours tonight, baby. All ours."

His hand slid lower, spreading you wider for Heeseung's relentless thrusts, his fingers brushing your clit in circles that made you sob.

Your words came out slurred. "Y-yours! All yours! F-fuck—I can't—ahh, I can't take it—"

Heeseung cut you off with a growl, thrusting deeper, harder, the bed frame slamming into the wall with each movement. "Yes, you can, slut. You'll take everything I give you." Your walls clenched even tighter around him, milking his cock.

"I'm not a fucking slut!" The protest tore from your throat just as another orgasm ripped through you, your body spasming violently.

Your legs tried to slam shut against the unbearable pleasure, but Jake and Sunghoon caught them instantly, spreading you wider, keeping you open, holding you there as Heeseung continued pounding into you mercilessly. Your moan stretched high, long, broken in its desperation as tears streamed down your face.

Heeseung pulled out abruptly, your cunt fluttering around nothing, before plunging three of his fingers inside you. The sudden stretch made your entire body jolt upward, your scream breaking into sobs as he fucked his fingers into you with a brutal pace. His palm pressed hard against your clit with every thrust, his thumb flicking over the swollen bud, making your vision blur and your mind scatter.

Your body shook violently, your head thrashing from side to side, your voice rising in hysterical sobs that filled the room. "Stop! S-stop! I'm gonna—I'm go-going to pee! Stop, wait! Please, wait—!"

Your arms tried to push them off, tried to squirm free, but Jake and Sunghoon pinned you tighter, one hand on each wrist, one grip on each thigh, keeping you spread open for Heeseung's relentless assault.

Heeseung's eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he kept driving into your pussy with his fingers, your slick coating his hand, dripping down his wrist, the sound of it loud and wet. His cock twitched angrily in his other hand as he stroked himself in slow pulls, groaning low in his chest. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't fight it. Let it out for us. Show us how much you need us."

Jake leaned closer, his lip caught between his teeth, his eyes fixed on the mess between your thighs. The obscene squelching filled his ears, making his cock ache again. "Fuck—listen to her pussy. She's about to—" His words cut off with a groan as his own hips rutted helplessly into the air.

Your high-pitched scream tore through the room as the dam inside you finally snapped. 

A gush of hot liquid burst from your pussy, splattering over your stomach, your thighs, the sheets beneath you, drenching Heeseung's hand and face as he ducked lower, moaning against the spray. The force of it made your ears ring, your vision blur, your body convulse helplessly.

It was humiliating, overwhelming, devastatingly good. You sobbed openly, your face slick with tears and spit, Sunghoon's cum already drying against your skin, and now your own release coating everything around you. Your body trembled uncontrollably, your legs twitching and kicking weakly until Jake and Sunghoon finally let them fall open to the side.

You curled inward, your arms wrapping protectively over your chest, your body folding small as though you could hide. But the sheets were soaked beneath you, the air heavy with the scent of sex, the room echoing with your broken cries.

"So good," Heeseung's lips parted against your soaked skin and licked at the mess you left on his face. His eyes fluttered shut, his strokes on his cock tightening, his hand gliding through the mixture of your slick and squirt.

"Get the fuck to the side. I'm going to taste it." Jake's hand already twitched toward you, greedy and impatient.

Sunghoon's laugh came rough and breathless, his chest rising and falling as he lazily stroked himself, his eyes locked on the wet ruin between your thighs. "Bro, shut the fuck up. You already had your turn. It's my turn now."

Sunghoon leaned forward, dragging his tongue over your cheek, licking at the tears that stained your skin before pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Step aside. I'm not done yet." Heeseung shoved Sunghoon out of his way, his hand already on your thigh, forcing your legs apart with a strength that made your body jolt.

"W-wait—" your voice broke, a weak sniffle escaping as you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving rapidly, overstimulation already threatening to unravel you further.

The stretch of your thighs, the way Heeseung's fingers pressed into your skin, it all made you flinch with both anticipation and fear. You weren't sure if you could take more, but your body betrayed you, your cunt twitching at the thought of him filling you again.

"Dude, no fun," Sunghoon muttered, irritation coloring his tone as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, still tasting you there. His cock twitched in his fist, but he leaned back with a scowl.

"Three of you step back. You can't even take care of her." Jay's voice cut through the air, commanding, silencing all of them in an instant.

Your head turned instinctively toward him. The sound of his voice sent a violent shiver down your spine, your pussy clenching around nothing as though it had been waiting only for him. Your chest hitched, your lips parting on a desperate little whimper that you couldn't hold back. "J-Jay..."

Jake scoffed from the other side of the bed, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, but the flash of annoyance in his expression didn't hide the way his chest rose faster, as if even he knew Jay's presence shifted everything. "She's fine. Don't act like you're the savior now."

Jay's gaze flicked toward him, before returning to you. He moved closer until he stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at your trembling body. "She's more than fine. She's a mess. Look at her." His jaw tightened as his eyes roamed over you—your soaked thighs, your trembling legs, your chest that still rose and fell unevenly. His voice softened. "She's mine to take care of."

Heeseung growled low in his throat, clearly unwilling to back off, his body still hovering over you. "We've already broken her in. Don't come here acting like you own her now." His fingers dug into your thigh harder, spreading you wider as if to make his point.

Jay's expression didn't shift, though his eyes burned darker. "Then move. Or I'll make you."

You breathe heavily, looking at the both of them. And you—your body trembled violently, torn apart by the clash of their voices, but deep down you knew what you wanted. Your lips quivered, the words slipping out before you could stop yourself. "I... I want Jay..."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Heeseung froze above you, his eyes narrowing dangerously, while Jake let out a low laugh, though the jealousy in it was sharp. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, biting his lip as though amused but also curious to see what Jay would do.

Jay leaned closer, his hand reaching out to brush your messy hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle after all the roughness you'd endured. His thumb stroked over your damp cheek, wiping at the dried tears. His gaze softened as he looked at you.

"Here I thought I was your favorite," Heeseung muttered, finally releasing the tight grip he had on your leg. Beneath the teasing, a mix of bitterness and disappointment that made your chest ache even in your haze.

Jake snorted, throwing a smirk in Heeseung's direction. "Don't flatter yourself. She probably still thinks you're her number one. She just wants another cock inside her because that's what sluts do." His words were cruel, but his retreat was obvious, stepping back from you, his chest still heaving.

Heeseung only shrugged at that, but his eyes flicked to you once more before he turned his head away.

Your lips trembled, guilt and shame mixing with the raw need still burning inside you. You tilted your head toward Jay, your voice coming out as the weakest of whispers. "D-do you want me to clean up first?" The moment the words left your mouth, your chest tightened—afraid he might flinch, afraid he might see you the same way Jake just called you.

But Jay only smiled softly, shaking his head as though the thought was absurd. "It's alright, angel."

The simple reassurance broke something in you. Your eyes stung all over again, but before the tears could spill, his mouth was already moving lower, pressing a trail of unhurried kisses along your inner thigh. Each press of his lips lingered. By the time his lips hovered just above your swollen core, his pointed nose brushing lightly over your sensitive clit, your back had already arched off the sheets in anticipation.

You gasped softly, when his tongue finally slid against you. Hot, steady, and so focused, his tongue swirled around your folds before slipping inside you, teasing your oversensitive walls with a precision that made your breath catch in your throat. The contrast to the brutal pace you'd been enduring was staggering—he wasn't just eating you out, he was savoring you.

Your hands flew instinctively to his hair, trembling fingers tangling into his dark strands as you moaned helplessly, your chest rising and falling with every wave of sensation he drew from you. "J-Jay..." His name slipped from your lips brokenly.

He hummed against your cunt at the sound, the vibration making you twitch as his tongue moved deeper, stroking places inside you that made your toes curl. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you still when your thighs tried to clamp shut around his head from the overwhelming pleasure.

Behind him, you could feel the others watching—Heeseung's silence heavy, Jake's low scoff, Sunghoon's quiet hum of approval—but all of it blurred into the background when Jay moaned against you, drinking you down.

You whimpered, tugging at his hair as your hips bucked weakly into his mouth. "S-so good... I can't, I c-can't hold it—"

Jay pulled back just enough to glance up at you, his lips glistening with your slick, his eyes dark but soft. "Then don't. Let go for me, angel. Just me."

And with that, he dipped his head again, his tongue flicking against your clit with quick, precise strokes while his fingers slid inside you, curling expertly until you were screaming, until your body was trembling so hard you thought it might break apart.

Jay let go of your trembling body, his lips brushing once more against your temple before he finally shifted back. The bed dipped under his weight as he knelt at the edge, the leather of his belt creaking faintly as his fingers tugged at the buckle.

You knew the night had only just begun, but here in this room it already felt like you had been devoured whole, like there was no way out.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" Jay's voice broke through, deceptively calm, his palm gliding down the curve of your thigh, rubbing in a slow rhythm as if coaxing you into trust.

Your lashes fluttered, your chest seizing as though his words had cut the air straight out of your lungs. "H-Huh?" Your voice cracked, eyes wide, searching his expression for some sign of softness that might match the way he'd just held you.

From your left, Jake let out a muffled laugh, the sound harsh against the fragile silence that followed your confusion.

Jay's hand didn't falter. He pressed a little higher on your thigh, the pads of his fingers stroking, teasing, until finally one circled lower, grazing a place that had never been touched this way before.

His tone was as gentle as before, almost sickeningly so. "I asked," he repeated slowly, "have you ever been fucked in your ass, angel?"

The tip of his finger brushed against your rim and you gasped, the breath caught sharp in your throat as heat and panic flared all at once. Your body jolted, betraying you. You couldn't even find the words, your head turning automatically toward the other three. Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoon—all three watching you intently, not a single one offering you an escape.

You shook your head quickly, shame coloring your cheeks as your voice finally stumbled out. "N-No..."

Jay's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "On your arms and knees, then. I'll be gentle with you."

The smile was soft, but you could already feel the deception in it. You should've known by now—Jay only looked gentle when he wanted you to obey.

Your tears hadn't even dried when you felt his finger pressing more firmly at your rim, the tight, foreign intrusion making your body stiffen. The burn was immediate, sharp, a sensation your body didn't know how to handle. He twisted his finger slowly, deliberately, and the stretch made you whimper, your hands clawing desperately at the sheets.

"C-can't take it," you cried, shaking your head, your vision blurring again. Your body writhed under him, desperate for someone—anyone—to stop him.

"Hurts, Sunghoon. It hurts!" Your arm reached blindly for him, searching for comfort.

And Sunghoon leaned in instantly, catching your reaching hand, his lips brushing your temple in mock sympathy. "Shh," he cooed, the sound almost tender if not for the wicked edge beneath it. "I thought you were a good girl? You've been dreaming about us for so long, haven't you? This is what you wanted."

Your sobs shook your chest, but your body betrayed you again—clenching around Jay's finger, trembling from every deliberate twist.

On your other side, Heeseung moved closer, crouching low until his chest brushed against your arm. He caught your free hand and guided it toward him, pressing your palm around his cock.  "Come on, baby. Use those hands. Don't just cry. Make yourself useful while Jay breaks you in."

Jay's finger pushed deeper, the slow stretch pulling another ragged sob from your throat. He watched you closely, his jaw tight, his cock already heavy in his hand as he stroked it lazily. His lips curved again, "relax, angel. Breathe. I'll make it hurt less if you beg me properly."

When Jay finally pulled his finger free, your body sagged in relief—but it was short-lived. The sharp tear of foil reached your ears, and your stomach flipped as the sound registered. You forced your head to lift, desperate to see him, but Sunghoon's hand kept you locked in place, his grip so firm on your hair that you couldn't move. He angled you down toward Heeseung's cock again, your mouth spreading open around him until you gagged.

You heard the faint snap of latex as Jay rolled the condom down his thick length, the squirt of lube slicking the air before his fist wrapped around himself, stroking with slow pumps. You tried to tilt your head to catch a glimpse, but Sunghoon tugged hard, forcing you to choke around Heeseung's cock. Your throat tightened painfully as you coughed against the intrusion.

"Hmp—!" Your cry was muffled, spilling against Heeseung's cock as Jay pressed forward. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your rim, stretching you in ways you weren't prepared for.

Jay's groan vibrated through the room, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he pushed deeper, inch by inch. His hands gripped your ass, spreading you wider, making you tremble as the burn ignited again.

Your throat was stuffed with Heeseung's cock, and every shallow thrust into your mouth came with another humiliating gulp, gulp, gulp. Each noise mingled with Jay's ragged breathing as he sank himself slowly into your ass.

By the time his cock buried itself halfway, your hands had flown to Heeseung's thighs in desperation, nails scratching down his skin as your throat tried to adjust. Heeseung hissed sharply at the sting, then abruptly pulled out, your mouth gasping for air as you coughed and sobbed.

"Bitch," he spat, slapping your cheek with enough force to sting. Your head tilted from the impact, tears spilling harder as you whimpered against the mattress, your body trembling uncontrollably.

The sound of the slap cracked through the room—and the shift in the air was instant. Jay froze, his dark eyes snapping up, his jaw tight. Slowly, he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his cock still halfway inside your ass as he fixed his glare on Heeseung.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?"

"She fucking scratched me—" Heeseung started.

Jay's glare sharpened, cutting him off. His hand curled around your hip, steadying you as he leaned closer until his lips brushed your ear, his words meant for both you and Heeseung. "Apologize. To her. Now."

Heeseung's jaw flexed, annoyance flashing in his eyes, but under Jay's burning stare, he finally muttered, "...Sorry."

You sniffled, your face pressed to the sheets, too shaken to respond. Jay's grip on your hip softened just enough for his thumb to caress you. "You okay, hmm?"

You swallowed hard, unable to find your voice, and forced yourself to nod against the sheets. Your chest rose and fell in shuddering waves, but you needed him to believe you could take it.

Jay hummed softly, almost like praise. "That's it. Breathe for me, angel. Let me in. Don't hold back." His hips pressed forward again. The intrusion stretched you open slowly, your body fighting to keep up with his size. The burn sharpened into an unbearable sting, and you screamed into the mattress, toes curling tight against the sheets as you struggled not to collapse.

Sunghoon's hand smoothed over your hair, patting your head with a tenderness, so comforting that make you whimper. "Good girl," he whispered, as though you needed his approval just to keep breathing.

Then Heeseung moved closer, his hand sliding between your thighs to press against your soaked pussy.

"Sorry, baby." His palm cupped you carefully, you flinched at first, but when he leaned in, his lips closing over your nipple, sucking hard, the sharp edge of pain dulled under a rush of pleasure. The shift made your back arch violently, the cry that tore from you high and desperate.

"Ahh! F-fuck!" you screamed, voice cracking, torn between pain and bliss.

Jay grunted at the way your body squeezed around him, his hand wrapping tightly around your arm to pull it back behind you like a lever. His other hand gripped your shoulder firmly, anchoring you while his hips snapped forward with force. Each thrust sent a wet smack echoing through the room, skin colliding with a punishing rhythm.

Heeseung groaned against your chest, his tongue flicking over your nipple as his fingers pressed harder into your clit, rubbing circles that sent shocks of sensation racing through your trembling body. The mixture of Jay's brutal thrusts and Heeseung's eager mouth had you thrashing.

You never thought being filled that way could drag such a storm out of you. The sting that had first made you sob now twisted into something overwhelming, a blend of fire and honey that made your body betray you with every clench. Each thrust blurred the line between pain and euphoria until you couldn't separate one from the other, only the dizzy rush that kept forcing cries from your throat.

At some point, you lost track of who was where.

You were a doll passed between them, shifted and handled, your body too pliant to resist, too consumed by sensation to understand the movement until it was already happening.

When Jay lifted you with an arm hooked under your ribs, carrying your trembling weight as though you were light as air, your limbs hung loose, hair falling forward like a curtain, your head lolling against his chest. The world was hazy, sound muffled except for their voices and the unrelenting rhythm of flesh against flesh.

You moaned uncontrollably, the sound spilling out of you even before Sunghoon pushed inside your swollen pussy. He didn't wait, he didn't tease—he slid in deep, and the stretch dragged another cry out of your throat.

Jake positioned himself over you, his hands squeezing your tits roughly, pressing them together around the length of his cock. He thrusted between them with a feral need, groaning at the slick heat as he forced you to keep your trembling arms raised so you couldn't rest, so none of them were ignored.

Your muscles screamed, the burn in your shoulders mixing with the fire between your legs. Yet the harder it became to hold on, the more your moans broke apart into helpless sobs.

"Shit! So fucking good!" Sunghoon moaned, usually he was silent, the one who held back while the others filled the air, but now his restraint had shattered. His moans came rough and guttural, pulled from his chest with every thrust, his expression twisting into something close to pure bliss. Each time his hips met yours, the sound that tore from his throat was louder, rawer, until you realized he was trembling too—losing himself in you just as much as you were unraveling under him.

Your vision blurred at the edges, tears clinging to your lashes, the ringing in your ears drowning out everything but their voices and the wet sounds of bodies colliding. Orgasms tore through you one after another, piling so fast you couldn't separate them anymore. You were trapped in the spiral of it, begging without thought, "Y-yes, fuck, yes—I can't stop—I need it—please, don't stop!"

Your body betrayed you completely, arching up even as you wanted to collapse. The adhesive gems clinging to your eyelids sparkled faintly under the light, miraculously still in place as your eyes rolled back, your tongue slipping free from your mouth with no strength left to hold it in. You were a mess, unrecognizable even to yourself, but they devoured every second of it.

Jake groaned low in his chest as his cock pulsed, spilling over your tits, hot ropes covering your skin until you were painted in him. He slapped your chest once more, watching it smear across your breasts before stumbling back, his body giving out as he dropped onto the mattress, panting heavily, drained but satisfied.

The moment you were freed from him, your lips were claimed again. Heeseung and Jay's mouths fought for space against yours, kissing you with different kinds of urgency—Jay deep and consuming, Heeseung sharp and demanding. Their lips pulled moans out of you you didn't even know you had left, your eyes shut tight as your mouth parted helplessly between them.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon's cock dragged deeper inside you, angling until it brushed that spot that made your whole body spasm. The rhythm of his thrusts grew steadier, more desperate, his hips slamming into you with a pace that made your chest heave and your breath hitch against the mouths kissing yours. He was unrelenting, he couldn't stop himself, your body had unlocked something in him he never wanted to let go of.

Sunghoon's control shattered first. His jaw clenched, veins standing out along his neck as he pushed deeper, his movements rough and unsteady, every thrust dragging a desperate sound from him. His eyes squeezed shut and his head tilted back, a moan ripping from his throat as his stomach tightened, the pleasure consuming him faster than he could handle. He bit down on his lip, but it wasn't enough to stifle the way his body shook while his cock throbbed violently inside you.

You felt the hot flood of his release filling you in long, uncontrollable spurts. It spread thick through your core, making your walls clench tighter as though your body wanted to keep him there, to hold every drop.

The sensation was so overwhelming that your back arched high into Jay's chest. He caught you easily, his large hand spreading over your breast and kneading. His lips swallowed your broken moans, his tongue sliding deep until you whimpered against him, unable to keep up.

Your hips jerked when Sunghoon finally spilled the last of his release, the force of it pushing some of his cum to seep out around his cock. He slumped forward, chest heaving, but his grip on your waist betrayed his reluctance to leave you. He wanted to stay buried, to keep claiming you—but his body gave out, and with a low groan he pulled free, his length glistening as it slid from your swollen cunt.

The loss of him left you trembling, and before you could even breathe, Heeseung was already there. His hand slid between your thighs, fingers parting your slick folds without hesitation. He rubbed over your swollen clit in tight circles, faster, sharper, and your lips tore away from Jay's kiss to scream, your cry echoing through the room as a new wave of sensation tore through you.

Sunghoon's cum was still dripping from your pussy when Heeseung's fingers slapped against your sensitive clit. The sharp sting made your hips spasm, jerking upward uncontrollably, the sound of the wet slap filling the room. Your thighs shook, but Jay's hand on your chest kept you pressed firmly against him, forcing you to take it all.

"So fucking hot," Jay groaned against your skin, his teeth grazing your neck before biting down just enough to leave a mark. He soothed the bite with his tongue before sucking at the spot, leaving his claim branded into your skin while you cried softly beneath him.

"Come on," Heeseung coaxed. He gave your clit another sharp slap that made you gasp, your entire body twitching. "Breathe. Deep. You've still got two cocks waiting for you."

Your body was trembling, the exhaustion in your muscles fighting against the need clawing through your veins. Every part of you screamed for a pause, a moment of stillness, but your lips betrayed you, spilling soft, broken words into the heated air.

"...cock... want more..." you whispered, not even sure if you meant to say it out loud, but the second it left your mouth, they moved.

They shifted you onto Heeseung first, his broad chest rising under your palms as he positioned himself at your entrance. Your thighs burned as you straddled him, but you couldn't stop yourself from lowering down, grinding until his thick tip slid past your folds, the friction making your entire body quiver.

Heeseung's eyes darkened immediately, his hands gripping your waist as he guided you, feeling the way your heat stretched around him.

Jay stood behind you, his movements methodical as he tore open another condom with his teeth. He rolled the latex down over his length with one hand, the other already spreading over your lower back, holding you steady. His touch was careful, deceptively gentle, even as you felt the blunt press of his cock teasing your other entrance.

The stretch made you scream, your head snapping back to his shoulder as his cock slowly pushed inside your ass. Your tits arched forward, bouncing in Heeseung's face, and he groaned like he was seeing heaven itself, his mouth immediately latching onto one nipple. His tongue flicked hard before he began sucking greedily, moaning against your skin, drowning himself in the taste of you might keep him from unraveling completely.

He told himself not to get attached, not to think beyond the raw act of it but as he looked up, catching the sight of your face twisted with both pain and euphoria, your lashes damp with tears, your lips parted, your flushed cheeks glowing, he was gone. So fucking pretty, too pretty for this. His chest tightened, his teeth sinking into his lip, half-lidded eyes watching you lose yourself while he thrust up into you.

"Ahh—fuck! S-so good! Feels so good!" you sobbed, your voice breaking as both of them found their rhythm inside you.

Jay's arm slid tighter around your middle, pulling you back against him, while his other hand anchored hard on your shoulder.

Each drive of his hips made your body lurch forward, and every time he withdrew, Heeseung thrust upward to meet you, their cocks colliding through the thin barrier inside you. The pressure was relentless, unbearable yet addicting. You felt so full, so completely wrecked, yet you didn't want them to stop.

Your head fell back against Jay's shoulder, your throat exposed, your lips trembling as the sounds poured out of you unrestrained. His gaze locked onto you, never wavering, watching every twitch of your brows, every flutter of your lashes, every blissful break in your voice.

His stomach coiled tight when he saw you smile through your moans, blissful grin that said you were floating in a haze beyond reason.

And then—when you let out a delirious laugh, drunk on cock and pleasure—both he and Heeseung nearly lost control.

"Shit... fuck, look at her," Heeseung moaned against your chest, thrusts erratic as your pussy clenched harder, milking him. His thumb found your clit again, circling with ruthless precision, making your hips twitch violently in their hold.

"Fucking cockdrunk," Jake muttered from the side, his voice strained, his hand already wrapped tight around his cock as he stroked himself, eyes devouring the sight of you stuffed full between Jay and Heeseung.

"Unbelievable..." Sunghoon hissed, though his body betrayed his words as his cock hardened again at the sight. His chest rose sharply, his jaw tightening as his eyes burned into you, unable to look away.

And you—you were flying. Your entire body trembled, sweat dripping down your back, every nerve set alight as two cocks pounded into you in perfect rhythm, stretching you in ways you never thought you could handle. You weren't just moaning anymore—you were laughing, delirious, euphoric, because nothing had ever felt this good. The world outside didn't exist. There was only this. Only them. Only the way your body sang under their hands, under their cocks.

You were living your best fucking life, and in that moment, you knew you never wanted it to end.

"Shit—I'm gonna cum," Heeseung groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as his thrusts grew uneven. You couldn't help yourself, couldn't stop your body from pushing back onto his cock, greedy for every last inch.

"Need it—please, I need you to cum inside me—don't hold back," you moaned.

Jay tightened his bicep around your throat, dragging you flush against him as his lips pressed against your temple. "Take it, angel. Take all of him."

The heat in your chest exploded when Heeseung moaned loud and emptied inside you. The sound of his voice made your heart lurch even as your own orgasm tore through you again. Your walls clenched so violently that his cock twitched helplessly, spilling thicker and thicker ropes of cum until you could feel the weight of it stretching your stomach. The mess spilled from the corners of your folds, warm streams dripping down your thighs.

But before the haze could settle, Jay's voice cut through. "Pull out, Heeseung. It's my turn—I want to cum in her too." His arm around your throat tightened, pulling you higher onto him, your back arching as his cock slid free from your ass, still painfully hard.

Heeseung hesitated, his chest heaving, his eyes narrowing like he didn't want to let go of the heat he'd buried himself in. He gave a sharp exhale of frustration but finally withdrew, his cock wet and shining as he let you slip from him.

Jay didn't waste a second. He yanked off the condom, tossing it carelessly aside, then pushed his length inside your pussy still dripping with Heeseung's load. The stretch burned, but the mix of fluids made him slide in effortlessly, and the sensation had your toes curling instantly.

"Fuck—fuck, she's so wet," Jay groaned, his forehead pressing against the side of your head. His pace was punishing, his hips snapping against your ass as his hand gripped your hip to anchor himself.

"Can't hold it—gonna fill you—"

The moment he buried himself deep, his body stiffened, and he spilled hot inside you. His growl vibrated against your ear, the sound of his release mixing with your own helpless moans. You could feel it, the pulse of his cock as he filled you so completely that the mix of him and Heeseung spilled back out, dripping into a sticky mess beneath you.

It took a long moment before they both released you, your body sagging limp between them. You barely had the strength to move when Jake stepped forward, his hand already pumping his length with urgency, his eyes locked on your face. Sunghoon moved with him, their cocks standing tall, both of them crowding your view as you were laid down on your back.

"Open up, baby," Jake ordered.

Your lips parted, tongue falling out on instinct, the salty taste of precum already smearing across it as they fisted themselves harder. Their groans overlapped as thick spurts painted your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, dripping down your neck and into your hair. You swallowed what you could, eyes rolling back at the sheer dirtiness of it, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.

You stared blankly at the ceiling, vision hazy, ears ringing so loud it felt like you were underwater. Your head was spinning, the room tilting, but your body was already being turned again.

Your limbs flopped uselessly as Jake forced his cock back to hardness, guiding himself to your ass, while Heeseung gripped your legs wide, holding you open as though your exhaustion didn't matter.

One by one, they took their turns again, each of them sliding into your abused body, spilling more inside until it felt like there wasn't any part of you left untouched. Your mind was gone, floating somewhere else, your mouth hanging open without sound, and still, they didn't stop.

The last thing you remembered was Sunghoon's icy hands spreading your folds, his voice low with awe as he stared at the mess dripping from your swollen used pussy—thick white streams still spurting.

And then you passed out, swallowed by the overwhelming haze of pleasure and exhaustion, your body twitching even in unconsciousness, your mind lost in the aftershocks of everything they had done.

You woke with a body that felt heavier than stone, every inch aching. The room was quiet except for the soft snores surrounding you.

You shivered, realizing the air was cold against your damp hair and clammy skin, only to notice the weight of arms draped over you—two different hands anchoring you in place. One was around your waist, pulling you back into a solid chest, the other rested lazily on your hip.

You blinked hard, trying to gather yourself, and only then did you notice you were clothed, though barely. Someone had slipped a shirt over you, but it was hiked up high, baring most of your thighs. Heart pounding, you tilted your head, your breath catching when you saw Jay's face so close to yours. His features were peaceful, his brows relaxed, lips parted just slightly as a soft groan escaped him. Even in sleep, he pulled you tighter into his chest.

"What the fuck..." you whispered under your breath, pulse racing as heat rushed to your cheeks.

Your gaze dropped lower and froze. Sunghoon's head rested against your chest, lips slack and still attached to your nipple. His hand was curled around your waist too, fingers twitching. The memory of his face twisted in pleasure, his voice breaking with moans, hit you so hard that your thighs clenched instinctively.

You stifled a sound, your whole face burning.

Carefully, with your fingers trembling, you began to pry their hands off one by one, moving Jay's arm and slipping Sunghoon's hand back over his own body. It felt like sneaking out of something you weren't supposed to survive. But before you could breathe in relief, your eyes darted downward—and you almost screamed.

At the foot of the bed, sprawled across like he owned the space, was Jake. His cheek was pressed into the mattress, lips parted as he breathed heavily, his bare chest rising and falling. He looked so soft like this, so far from the rough, taunting voice that had wrecked you just hours ago.

Your stomach flipped.

"What the hell..." you whispered again, a little louder this time, biting your lip as panic swirled in your chest. You couldn't stay here. Not with the memories flashing in your head.

Ignoring the deep ache in your thighs and the heaviness weighing down your limbs, you tiptoed around them, snatching your heels and dress from the table. The sound of the zipper sliding into place echoed too loudly in your ears as you tried to dress as quietly as possible.

When you finally slipped out and pulled the door shut behind you, you pressed your back against it, exhaling sharply. Relief barely lasted a second before you froze again.

Someone was sitting in the living room.

Heeseung was perched on the couch, phone in hand, his tall frame hunched slightly forward. The glow of the screen lit his sharp features, but the second the door clicked shut, his head snapped up. His eyes widened as if he hadn't expected you to actually walk out. In a blur, he was standing, pocketing his phone.

"Hey," his voice came out softer than you remembered.

Your whole body stiffened, eyes wide, your pulse hammering in your throat. The room was quiet but the weight of his presence filled it, and you could feel your heart fluttering in panic—or maybe dangerously close to longing.

"It's just five-thirty," he said, glancing briefly at the window where the faintest gray of dawn was creeping in. "We finished at four. Are you... already leaving?"

Your throat was dry. Fuck. He was talking to you. Just standing there, bare-faced and raw from the night before, his voice carrying none of the arrogance it once did. You wanted to respond, but your mouth betrayed you, stuck in silence. You could only stare at him, your gaze trembling before you forced it away, too shy, too ashamed, too overwhelmed.

Heeseung shifted his weight, his Adam's apple bobbing as though he was working up the nerve. Then, in a tone that was almost uncertain, he asked, "Were we too rough?"

You blinked up at him, startled.

"I..." you started, but the words stuck.

His jaw tightened, eyes flickering before he let out a low sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous gesture that didn't fit the man who had held you down hours earlier. His voice dropped lower, rough with regret. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you like that. I just... I got carried away."

The sincerity in his tone, the way his eyes searched yours like he needed you to believe him, made your chest ache. You didn't trust yourself to speak, your throat felt raw, so you simply nodded, awkward and small, hoping it was enough.

"I—I... uh... shit." Heeseung's voice faltered.

He was fumbling, caught off guard by the weight of his own thoughts. For the first time, he seemed unsure.

Heeseung had always respected the girls they brought into this kind of mess, but responsibility was something he usually left to Jay, who carried gentleness. Yet with you, the urge was different. It was tugging at him in a way he couldn't ignore, and it unsettled him more than he'd ever admit.

His tongue darted over his lips, his brows knitting together as he shifted closer, still cautious of your fragile state. "Do you... want to leave? I—uh—I can get my car, or call someone, or—wait." He cut himself off, unsure what offer would make sense, what you even needed from him right now.

You shook your head quickly, your hands clinging to your heels. Your voice came out almost too small to hear, but you forced the words past your lips. "T-thank you. I-I can manage myself. Th-thank you... so much."

It was rushed, shaky, like you needed to get it out before your voice betrayed the truth of how fragile you felt. Without waiting for his response, you turned away, your bare feet carrying you in tiny, stumbling steps toward the door. Each step hurt, your body reminding you of everything from last night, but you pressed forward anyway, desperate to escape the heaviness in the room.

"Wait—what's your—" Heeseung started, his hand twitching forward as if he could reach you. But the words fell flat, caught in his throat, and he stopped himself before finishing. His lips pressed together in frustration, a quiet curse slipping under his breath. His eyes followed the curve of your back, the fragile sway of your shoulders, the sound of your unsteady footsteps echoing.

"...number."

The word left him softer than a whisper, too late, almost swallowed by the empty space you left behind.

He stood there for a long moment, staring at the door you'd just disappeared through, torn between running after you and letting you go. His jaw clenched, his hand raking through his hair as he sank back down onto the couch.

He couldn't shake the image of you—the way your eyes had rolled back in bliss, the way you had laughed in the middle of it all, the way you looked at him now as if you wanted to disappear.

And Heeseung felt a kind of defeat that left his chest heavy. First, he was pissed that Jay, of all people, had managed to pull your attention more than once that night. Second, he hadn't even gotten the chance to really enjoy you the way he wanted, not fully, not the way that would have been enough. And third—worst of all—he didn't even know your full name, or what department you were in, or anything beyond that single night where you'd let yourself unravel in his arms and under his hands.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand over his face, frustrated at the gnawing ache in his chest. You were too pretty, too delicate, too intoxicating, and it infuriated him that Sunghoon and Jake had gotten their way with you first, splitting you open before he ever had the chance to claim you for himself. The thought of them having your "first" and sharing you so easily left a bitter taste in his mouth. He wanted you whole, wanted you alone, wanted more than the scraps of a night shared with three others.

Heeseung realized this wasn't just another nameless, faceless memory to throw away. He didn't want this to be the last time. He wanted more of you—your laugh, your trembling voice, your warmth pressed against him. The only thing he had left was the trace of your scent, still lingering faintly on his skin and in the air, that floral sweetness that he couldn't shake no matter how many showers he took. It drove him mad.

"Hey, I tried your perfume and it doesn't smell nearly as nice on me as it does on you." 

Your classmate pouted, watching you rub lotion into your arms after swim class. Her tone was playful, but her eyes lingered longer than usual, narrowing slightly at the fading bruises that scattered along your thighs.

"—Wait, are you okay? What's with all these marks?" she asked, her voice shifting, curious but edged with concern as her gaze dropped to your legs, then caught on your wrist where faint discoloration still traced your skin.

You forced a small smile, your hands moving carefully as though the weight of her stare could dig deeper into your body. "Anemia," you said lightly. "You know how it gets sometimes."

She frowned, unconvinced, but didn't press further. You focused on squeezing another bit of lotion into your palm, your thoughts drifting elsewhere. The bottle was nearly empty, and you hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should buy another or try something different.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since your body had been pushed to its limit, since you had let yourself fall apart in the arms, mouths, and cocks of four men who you never should have gotten tangled with.

As much as it thrilled you to remember, you knew it wasn't something you could ever share. Not with your classmates, not with anyone. This was yours alone.

And so, you smiled at your friend, pretending everything was normal, while inside, you cherished the memory of a night you swore you'd never tell.

You tied your damp hair back, the strands clinging to your neck as you tugged on a sweatshirt and shorts. A light mist of perfume lingered as you sprayed your wrists, your throat, the curve of your shoulder, even down your spine as though you could drown yourself in that sweet comfort.

"God, you smell so good again," your friend whined, fanning herself dramatically. You only chuckled and brushed her off, slipping your bag onto your shoulder before following the group.

The conversation turned quickly, as it always seemed to these days.

"How come those fuckboys keep throwing parties and we never hear a word after? It's like magic," one girl scoffed, and the others broke into agreement, voices overlapping with laughter.

"Right? I swear they must be fucking someone every time," another chimed in, clapping her hands for emphasis. "No way they're just drinking. But no one ever talks. Like—ever."

Their voices carried ahead of you while you trailed behind, smiling faintly, shaking your head as if their words were just another baseless rumor. Inside, though, your chest tightened. If only they knew. If only they could imagine half of what had happened that night. But you weren't about to let them. You had no intention of ever telling a single soul.

That night was a secret carved into you, and the four of them had reputations built on silence—no communication, no strings, no trace.

You sighed, crouching down to fix your shoelace, the chatter of your classmates fading as they moved further down the hall. One of them called your name over their shoulder, urging you to hurry, but before you could respond, the sound of measured steps came closer. A shadow cut across the floor in front of you.

You froze.

Slowly, your gaze lifted from the shoes planted right in front of you. And your heart stopped.

"Found you," a low voice drawled, threaded with satisfaction, almost a taunt.

Gasps erupted behind you, your classmates halting in their tracks.

Your eyes widened. Heeseung was really there, standing over you in broad daylight, surrounded by people, breaking his own rules without hesitation. You couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

Then, without warning, he crouched down in front of you. The tall, untouchable Heeseung—the one who ignored every girl who chased after him, who made it clear he wanted nothing to do with messy attention—was kneeling, his long fingers brushing over your loose shoelace.

"I had a hard time finding you," he muttered, not loud enough for anyone but you to hear. His tone was casual, but his jaw was tight, his movements sharp with frustration as he tied the knot in one clean motion. "It really pissed me off, you know?"

Your throat went dry. Heat crawled up your neck, spreading across your face until you felt the tips of your ears burn.

Why? Why was he here? Why was he talking to you? This wasn't the Heeseung everyone else knew. He never lowered himself like this—not in front of everyone, not where people could see. He shut girls down without a glance, his cold indifference the very thing that made them chase harder. Yet here he was, focused on you with an intensity that made your stomach twist.

Around you, your classmates whispered furiously, unable to hide their shock. Some covered their mouths, others exchanged wide-eyed looks, but no one dared step closer.

"Can we talk?" His voice was steady, but softer than you expected, almost coaxing.

When you finally dared to look at him, his eyes caught yours. They weren't the eyes of the cold, untouchable Heeseung everyone claimed to know. No, they were gentle, wide, almost disarming, like he was looking through you and not just at you. He smiled—small, sweet, almost shy—and your lips trembled against the sudden wave of nerves.

"H-Huh?" Your voice cracked embarrassingly.

Before you could gather yourself, he reached forward and plucked your bag from your shoulder. His hand found yours in the same motion, his long fingers curling around your palm. The contact made your knees weaken, a sharp rush of heat flooding your chest.

Heeseung was holding your hand. Heeseung, who never even let girls close enough to breathe the same air without brushing them off, was lacing his fingers with yours in front of everyone!

"Let's get out of here first, hmm?" His tone carried a teasing lilt, but his grip on your hand was firm.

You could hardly process as he tugged you gently in the opposite direction, away from your frozen classmates whose whispers grew louder. Each step with him felt surreal, like walking straight into a dream you weren't ready for but couldn't pull away from.

Then, as if to seal the knot of heaviness swirling in your chest, his head tilted close, his breath warm against your ear.

"It's now my turn to have you all to myself."

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[vodkafrodite]

⤷ PILLOWTALK

...it's our paradise and it's our war zone...

⤷ pairing: ni-ki x fem!reader

⤷ warming: +18 content. mature themes. explicit language. sexual content. emotional tension. jealousy. arguments. suggestive scenes.

synopsis: in the middle of a relationship argument between you and your boyfriend caused by your jealousy, ni-ki pulls you into a kiss that quickly turns into a pillow talk conversation, and the two of you work things out during a cold, rainy night beneath warm sheets.

kat's note: another fanfic involving music… maybe this is my true personality. i feel like i write really well when it comes to taking inspiration from music. anyway, enjoy reading, everyone.

Another argument intensified between you and your boyfriend, once again fueled by your jealousy after you brought up a girl from the dance studio where he worked as an instructor, and that alone was enough to trigger a fight.

“Riki, don’t try to downplay this. You get jealous too! Why can’t I point ou—”

“Because in my case, I could see those guys had intentions with you.” He sighed. “Come on, baby?! I already told you, that’s just work, okay?”

“Just work? The way she smiles at you, the way she looks at you, and the way you touch her?”

That last sentence made Nishimura turn to face you the exact moment the full thing reached his ears.

The Japanese man was tall, carried an overwhelming presence, and you knew very well how easily intimidated you became with just one look from him.

“What the hell did you just say?”

He started walking toward you with firm steps, trying to appear unreadable, while you stayed rooted in place.

“Exactly what you heard.”

Riki let out a breathy laugh and quickened his short steps until his hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“Say it again while looking at me.”

Your eyes met the sharp gaze of Nishimura Riki, making your poor, frustrated heart race with excitement.

You knew just how serious Riki could be, but you wouldn’t admit that maybe you had crossed the line — after all, you found the way he carried himself during arguments attractive.

Every argument always ended somewhere different; sometimes you wouldn’t even sleep, and other times you would just talk and each go to sleep in your respective homes.

But today felt different. The atmosphere felt different.

“I…”

You started, but froze.

Riki tightened his grip on your waist and leaned his face closer to yours, making you catch his scent, his cinnamon-laced breath mixed with the nicotine from his cigarette.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

With his free hand, Riki lifted your chin, stopping you from looking away or lowering your head.

“Repeat it while looking at me.”

He repeated himself, and you felt a strong shiver travel through every part of your body, forcing you to grip your boyfriend’s strong arm.

That situation had the potential to escalate into something suggestive, and maybe playing his game wouldn’t be a total waste of time.

“…the way you touch her. I don’t like that, Nishimura.”

“The way I touch her, hm?” he chuckled softly. “And how do I touch her? Like this?”

He slid the hand that had been on your waist down to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, making you gasp in surprise.

“Or like this?”

With the hand that had been holding your chin, Riki guided it to your breast, covered only by a thin sweater that barely needed a bra underneath.

And then he squeezed and massaged it.

Without taking his eyes off you.

“Riki…”

“Shh. I’m not done yet,” he whispered in your ear, his low, rough voice making you melt. “Do I touch her like this… by any chance?”

And finally, he pulled you back against his body and, with controlled roughness, pressed his lips against yours in the kiss you were hopelessly addicted to.

Those full, soft lips claimed yours as if he were trying to prove something.

And maybe he was.

Riki started letting his hands wander over your torso until he reached your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and placing you on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Can you feel my hard cock?”

The moment he broke the kiss to say that, you could feel the growing bulge getting harder the longer the situation dragged on.

“What the fuck, Nishimura… I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Oh, you didn’t?” he teased. “Don’t you want to settle this a different way, hm? Aren’t you the one who says breaking routine is a good thing?!”

Feeling cornered, you stopped resisting. You wanted to lose your head.

After all, Riki was there with you on his lap, hard because of you, trying to keep himself under control in the middle of that stupid jealousy-fueled argument.

There was no reason to resist or play games.

You both hated games.

“Just fuck me already, Riki.”

A sly smile spread across the Japanese man’s swollen lips and, without wasting any time, he took you to his bedroom.

It was cozy, incredibly cozy, and the steady mid-autumn rain outside only made everything better.

You felt the softness of your boyfriend’s bed — the one you loved so much — and soon felt Nishimura’s attractive body hovering over yours with an overwhelming sense of possession.

“You know, baby?” he murmured. “You stressed me out a little, but you’re way too damn hot, and somehow you’re still attractive even when you’re being unbearable. So…” he let out a quiet chuckle. “I promise to fuck you in a torturously slow way. It's our paradise and it's our war zone.”

That being said, Riki went back to capturing your lips in a more heated kiss despite the cold. He wore a white short-sleeved shirt and black sweatpants that made it very obvious just how much he needed you.

You had irritated him, but he loved you and desired you far too much to simply stay mad.

“Fucking gorgeous… I feel like fucking you every time you have a jealous outburst,” he murmured between kisses as he moved down to your neck. “You know why? Because it only motivates me to show you how you’re the only girl I want in this whole fucking world and the only one who makes me feel sick from wanting you so badly.”

You felt your panties grow damp.

Riki’s voice—so low, so husky, and so close to your ear—was truly torture.

You let out a soft moan when he left a hickey on a spot of your neck, quickly making you place your hands on his shoulders in search of some kind of anchor.

You wanted him to kiss you, mark you, thrust into you slow, deep, and fast when you were close to coming—that was what ran through your mind. Just as filthy as your boyfriend’s mouth.

Riki wasted no time pulling up the fabric of your thin shirt and taking your breasts into his mouth as if he needed it to survive.

And his hand didn’t stay still.

He traced a short path until he reached the waistband of your shorts and, without stopping his attention to your chest, got rid of the piece of clothing, leaving you only in your gray panties.

“Do I touch her like this?” he suddenly said, massaging your soaked cunt over the thin fabric, the dampness becoming visible.

“Ahn… Riki… please…”

“Please? Why are you asking like that? Want my fingers inside you, hm?”

“Y-yes… I do! Please…”

Riki smiled and sat facing you on the mattress, lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder.

“Asking like that, I wouldn’t dare refuse.”

He moved the fabric of your panties aside, revealing your glistening intimacy, shining with uncontrollable arousal.

You wanted Ni-ki’s fingers inside you. No matter how many— you just wanted to feel them.

And he didn’t waste any time.

Slowly, Riki pushed two fingers inside you, coating them as they slid in. You moaned loudly at the sensation and spread your leg wider to give him more access.

“So sensitive. So wet. Is all of this because of me, hm? We’ve fucked so many times, darling, so why do you still get like this, hm?”

“I-I don’t kno— hmm…”

Your words were cut off by the way Riki moved his fingers.

He knew exactly how to touch you, the rhythm, and when you were enjoying it far too much — your teary eyes were always confirmation enough for the boy.

“Shh. Just enjoy it, hm? You’ve been too stressed today because of some stupid girl. Let your boyfriend show you who he really loves.”

And within just a few minutes, you had become a teary, trembling mess from nothing but the boy’s fingers. He wasn’t going to let you finish, but he realized you were at your limit when you ended up lightly squirting over his fingers.

That’s when he noticed just how needy you were.

“Oh my God, y/n. I’m actually scared of you, you know? You’re so wet it’s like a river.” he let out a husky laugh afterward.

“I can’t take it anymore, Ni-ki…”

“You have to, baby. That was only the beginning. I’ll be a good boy and let you choose. Do you want me to go down on you or do you want me inside you? Tell me."

Regardless of your choice, you were fully aware of how good things would be from now on.

But you wouldn’t lie — you really wanted your boyfriend fucking you like that. You knew he was somewhat stressed and wanted him to take it out on you.

“I want your cock inside me. Fuck me, please…”

“You’re so needy. Still think it’s worth losing your head over silly jealousy?”

Before you could answer, Riki slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his own lips in an extremely erotic scene.

He lowered your leg just enough to take off his sweatpants and pull down his boxers, revealing his hard, rigid length, showing just how much he needed you too.

Nishimura brought one of his hands to his own cock and slowly stroked himself while looking directly at you.

“Look at me, kitten. Imagine taking me like this, ah…”

He bit his lower lip and stopped touching himself to place both of your legs over each side of his shoulders in a position you knew very well Riki only used when he truly wanted to torture you.

“This position right from the start?”

“What? Don’t like it? I remember perfectly well you crying from pleasure last time.”

“I-I do, but… I’m so sensitive… I don’t want to be loud, Riki! Your neighbors complained last time.”

Riki let out a deep laugh and took the chance to line himself up with your entrance, penetrating you with the kind of slowness that made your eyes roll back and drew out an instant moan from you.

Exactly like it was happening now.

He could feel how warm you were as his cock grew wetter the deeper he slid inside you. He wanted to go deep. Wanted to bury himself inside you.

“I want all the neighbors to go fuck themselves while I fuck you real good right now.”

With his cock fully inside you, Riki held onto your thighs and started a gentle session of thrusts.

Slow. Unhurried.

This was dangerous.

You moaned as he pulled out and slid back into you, feeling your wetness grow with every movement.

“It feels so fucking good…” you breathed out between moans, closing your eyes and sinking your head into the pillow.

“It feels good, hm? Like being fucked slowly? This is so delicious.”

The rain outside grew heavier, the droplets hitting the window and creating an even cozier atmosphere.

He sped up his movements, though still keeping that slow, torturous rhythm. Riki knew how needy you were and how badly you wanted him to fuck you hard.

But he wasn’t going to let something this good end in minutes.

“You thought I was pissed, didn’t you? Thought I was gonna be rough,” he laughed. “No. You deserve to be fucked slowly so you can feel me inside you — a reminder that I’d never touch another woman with second intentions.”

A deeper thrust pulled a loud moan from you.

“I just want to touch you, damn it. I just want you. I just need your fucking love.”

Another deep thrust.

And another.

And another.

“Ni-ki… aww…”

Soon, he shifted positions, spreading your legs and leaning over you, his hips meeting your pelvis in deeper thrusts — still not fast, but strong.

The moans grew louder as the motion repeated itself. You could probably both come from this alone.

“Ride me for a bit, hm?”

Breathing heavily, you shifted on the bed as soon as he pulled out of you, and now your positions were reversed.

Riki was underneath.

You carefully settled yourself over his cock, quickly feeling full again, the sensation bringing instant relief.

As soon as you started riding him, Riki kept his eyes locked on you, admiring just how unbelievably beautiful you looked in that moment.

Unable to keep still, he pulled your shirt off in one swift motion, leaving your breasts bouncing freely with every movement you made — and of course, he wouldn’t miss the chance to start sucking on one of them, making you moan louder.

Your hands moved to Riki’s soft hair, fingers tangling in the short strands to steady yourself.

With you setting your own pace, everything became even more intense for both of you, especially with nothing but your underwear tossed aside — one of Riki’s particular turn-ons.

He slid a hand up to your neck, squeezing lightly.

“You like riding, don’t you? Want me to help you go faster?”

“U-uhm…”

Riki let out a laugh against your ear before unexpectedly giving your cheek a quick slap, then reaching for your hair.

“You unbearable brat. You lose your mind over jealousy and then ride my cock like the world’s ending,” he clicked his tongue three times. “Go ahead. My cock’s your best friend right now.”

Seeing you were already starting to lose strength, Nishimura held onto you firmly and began thrusting up into you this time, moving at the speed you’d wanted from the beginning.

Not caring about the neighbors anymore, you let the moans spill out freely.

​"You motherfucker!" you gasped, nearly screaming as the orgasm crashed over you. Riki didn't show any sign of stopping. "I’m so spent..."

​"Spent, swollen, aching. That just makes me want to fuck you more, damn it, Y/N..."

Riki switched positions, and as if the situation couldn’t get any worse (or better), you were now on all fours. Your boyfriend gripped your waist, thrusting into you with such intensity it made you want to cry.

​Between moans, as you begged him to go harder, you were also thanking God. Yes—God.

​It was a profane scene, yet a necessary one. You thanked God for having a boyfriend like Nishimura Riki; you thanked Him for the fact that he loved you just as much as you loved him.

​Meanwhile, Riki slapped your backside, squeezing firmly immediately after. The view before him was beautiful; he could tattoo the image of you on all fours into his mind in every possible context. It was the best sight he could ask for after an argument.

​"I’m going to come... let me come in your mouth..."

​As soon as his voice reached your ears—sounding just as needy and demanding as you felt—you smiled, biting your lower lip and nodding as you looked at him over your shoulder.

​That was the breaking point for him.

​With a few more deep thrusts and dirty words, Riki pulled out of you. Your body felt wet and swollen as he guided himself to your mouth. You took him in eagerly, the suction drawing dragged-out groans from Riki until he finally filled your mouth. The white heat of him came in such a rush that a little escaped from the corner of your lips.

​He pulled back once you swallowed everything, firmly cupping your face to bring his close to yours.

​"Don't you ever say again that I touch or would ever touch another woman. Because I would never do this with anyone else, even if you broke up with me right now."

​You stared at him, eyes brimming with tears, and nodded without looking away.

​"Now," he continued, "I want you to sit on my face. I'm going to eat you out, and I need your thighs to suffocate me."