✶𓊆ྀིゆな𓊇ྀི✶

ཀ MAKE YOU MINE. ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ ྀིྀ

[bloodthirstyuii]

━ ‧₊˚ ִֶָ☾. The moon, so massive you could touch it Bathes my desire in crimson red‧₊˚

yuna .ᐟ.ᐟ ᛝ she/her ᛝ filo ᛝ 19 ᛝ infp ᛝ enhypen has my heart ᥫ᭡.

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⤷ ゛hobbies ˎˊ˗ 🔪ིྀ⭑ sleeping , digital design , painting , reading , baking ꉂ`𖦹.

Set ablaze by this beautiful fire It's all my bad desire ...

[nisc0]

◟♯ . / fwb!riki 𝝌 f!reader ! l part.2

─── Y/N and Ni-ki have been trapped in a casual arrangement since she said yes to his half-joking offer months ago. She fell for him the first time they met on their college rooftop, but he keeps her at arm's length — close enough for convenience, far enough to never call it anything real. Now she's caught between wanting more and pretending she doesn't, while he runs hot and cold in ways that feel less like indifference and more like fear.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : college AU, angst, friends with benefits, toxic situationship, smut (mdni), porn with plot 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : fuckboy!riki, swearing, smoking, mention of weed, alcohol, kissing (a lot during sex), unprotected sex, creampie, p in v, fingering, mention of gun shooting, mention of drugs, ni-ki has a bad relationship with his parents, “when it’s good it’s really good, when it’s bad it’s really bad” type of relationship 𝐰𝐜 : 13.1k

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ── (no specific order, i recommend listening to it while reading)

♪ DIE FOR ME - Chase Atlantic ♪ Issues - Julia Michaels ♪ THINGS AND SUCH - PARTYNEXTDOOR ♪ Boyfriend- Ariana Grande ft. Social House ♪ So High - Doja Cat ♪ Right My Wrongs - Bryson Tiller ♪ Come & See Me - PARTYNEXTDOOR ft. Drake ♪ N 2 Deep - Drake ft. Future ♪ I NEED U - BTS ♪ Casual - Doja Cat ♪ Resentment - PARTYNEXTDOOR ♪ Been Like This - Doja Cat ♪ TBH - PARTYNEXTDOOR ♪ Cinderella - Mac Miller ft. Ty Dolla $ign

note : I was inspired by one of my experiences with an ex of mine lol (i was the biggest bird of the flock, and yes i was exactly acting like Y/N) y’all are going to hate me, I can feel it. Enjoyyyy :)

You push through the door, laptop bag sliding off your shoulder, already mentally clocking out of the first lecture before it's even started.

You’re so focused on going to your lecture that you nearly collide with someone.

Ni-ki is always recognizable through his scent most of the time, always that faint coffee smell to hide whatever he smoked on the drive over. His hand shoots out to hold something up between your faces. A small black clip. You spent 10 minutes looking for it yesterday with the little crack in the plastic from when you dropped it in your shower not so long ago.

"You left this," he says flatly.

Two days ago. You remember exactly where you left it ; on his nightstand, next to the empty can of soda and your phone that he'd moved so it wouldn't fall off the edge. He kept it in his pocket like a psychopath until now.

You take it. Your fingers brush his.

"Thanks," you say, because what else is there.

He's already stepping around you, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets, heading to the opposite direction of every single one of his classes. You watch the back of his hoodie disappear around the corner.

Jess is already in your usual seats, two rows from the back, her energy drink sweating onto her notebook. She clocks your face the second you sit down.

"God, you look terrified," she says. "What happened?"

You set the clip on the desk. "Ni-ki just returned my hair clip."

Jess's eyebrows go up. She knows, not everything, but enough to figure out your state. She knows you go over there and she knows you don't talk about it.

"And how was that exchange ?"

"Normal, I guess." You pull out your laptop, even though you know you're not going to take notes. "He said 'you left this' and walked away."

"Romantic."

"Right."

She's quiet for a bit, then leans closer, lowering her voice even though no one near you is paying attention. "Okay, real question. Are you, like... keeping track? I mean, number-wise."

You frown. "Like...body counts?"

"Yeah. Like, since this whole thing started. Are you even seeing other people? Are you counting repeats? Because I've been thinking about it and I genuinely don't know what the etiquette is."

"I don't think there is an etiquette for whatever this is." You tap your fingernail against the desk. "And no, I'm not counting anything."

"You should. For records, at least." She grins, but it fades when you don't mirror it. "Fine. Do you want to count him? Like, in a way that means something?"

The professor walks in and you watch the projector screen flicker to life.

"I don't know," you say. And that's the worst part, you don't know if you want him to mean something or if you just want to stop wanting it so badly. The line between the two has been blurred for months now.

Jess sighs. "Boys are so stupid, like actually brain-dead. I swear my ex thought the clit wasn’t a real thing."

That pulls a laugh out of you, tired and a little rough. "He wasn't that bad."

"Your bar is in hell as I can see."

The lecture starts. You zone out ten minutes in, thumb moving over the crack in your hair clip. He kept it in his pocket for two days. You don't know what that means and you're probably not supposed to know.

It's fine. You'll text him tonight. He'll reply with one word or nothing at all. And you'll go over anyway. Because that's what this is.

───

Break time hits and the courtyard is a mess. You find a spot at one of the picnic tables near the old oak tree, Jess refuses to sit at because she says it gives her anxiety. You don’t mind it. It’s farther from the main walkway, which means fewer people trying to make small talk.

Jess is already inside the cafeteria buying a pastry that she kept talking about during the whole lecture, so you’re alone for a minute, scrolling on your phone without really focusing on anything. The sun is too bright and the coffee you had earlier is making your hands feel jittery. You can’t stop thinking about the way Ni-ki held out that hair clip this morning like it was nothing.

You look up because something in your peripheral shifts, and there he is. Two tables over, diagonal across the courtyard, sitting with Jay and Jungwon and another guy you don’t recognize. He’s not paying attention to whatever Jay is saying ; his elbow is propped on the table, chin resting on his knuckles, and he’s looking directly at you.

You hold eye contact because looking away first feels like losing a battle you didn't even initiate.

He tilts his head slightly, lazy but intentional, and mouths something slowly so you catch every syllable: "My place. After classes?"

Sounds like it’s a statement dressed up like one.

You nod once, enough for him to catch it.

He smiles but not a big one, it's a twitch at the corner of his mouth, making it looks like he’s amused by the whole thing, you just confirmed something he already knew. Afterwards, he turns back to his friends like nothing happened, reaching over to steal Jay’s fries without looking at you again.

Oh you hate what you just felt at that exact moment.

Jess drops into the seat across from you a moment later, biting into a croissant that’s shedding crumbs everywhere. “Okay, so I have a chem lab at 2 and then I’m free,” she says, talking around the pastry. “You wanna grab food after? There's that new Thai place that opened and I’ve been thinking about their spring rolls for days.”

You blink at her, still half-focused on the back of Ni-ki’s hoodie across the courtyard.

“Damn, the wind must be really strong today.”

“Sorry. What?”

“Thai place after classes. You in or not?”

You hesitate for a beat too long and Jess’s eyes narrow.

“Oh Lord,” she says slowly, setting down her croissant. “You’re not free, are you?”

You pick at a splinter on the table. “Not tonight.”

“Let me guess.” She leans forward. “Tall and emotionally unavailable.”

“Is that how you see him?”

“Am I wrong?”

You don’t answer, and she groans into her hands.

“You’re actually killing me,” she says. “One day, you’re going to wake up and realize you’ve been in a situationship with a guy who communicates exclusively through neutral face expressions.”

“He talked to me this morning.”

“He returned your hair clip, that’s not talking. Girl, come on.”

You laugh despite yourself, kicking her foot under the table. “Just text me the menu and I’ll go with you next week.”

She sighs heavily as she picks her croissant back up. “Fine. But you owe me details. Not the weird ones, i don't want to know how he fucks. I just want to know...like his last name. I don’t even know his last name.”

You look back toward the other table. Ni-ki is laughing at something Jungwon said, head tipped back slightly, and for a second he looks younger than 21, less like the version of him that presses you against his mattress and more like the version that offered you a cigarette on a rooftop when you were both strangers.

You still don’t know his last name either.

“Yeah,” you say quietly. “Me neither.”

───

The last class of the day finally ends. By the time the professor dismisses you, the sun has already set down, letting the sky being painted in purple and orange shades.

You don't rush to the parking lot. Something about walking too fast feels like admitting out loud that seeing him was the only thing you were looking forward to the whole day. Which it was.

The lot is mostly empty now, most students cleared out ten minutes ago, desperate to escape. Your sneakers scrape against the concrete as you weave between rows of beat-up sedans and the occasional overcompensating truck. And you finally spot his car.

His black Camaro is parked in the far corner, the one closest to the exit, because of course he needs a quick getaway. The engine is already running ; you can tell by the faint exhaust curling from the back ; and through the windshield you can see him slouched in the driver's seat, one hand resting on the wheel.

His head is tilted down, probably at his phone, and for a second you think about turning around and walking away just to see how long it would take him to notice. But your feet keep moving because you're pathetic like that.

You pull open the passenger door and the warmth hits you immediately ; he always runs the heat even when it's not that cold outside. The leather seat creaks under you as you slide in, tossing your bag between your feet.

Ni-ki doesn't look up right away as he finishes typing something, locks his phone, and only then turns his head toward you.

"You took forever," he says.

"Class ran late."

He hums, unconvinced, but he doesn't push it. He reaches over and pulls your seatbelt across you, not because he's being sweet, but because he's watched you forget it three times now and he's tired of the car beeping.

His knuckles brush your collarbone.

He puts the car in reverse and backs out without checking his blind spot, which should terrify you but doesn't anymore. The parking lot exits onto a side street and then he's merging into traffic, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping against his thigh to some imaginary song.

You watch his profile. The way his jaw is set, the tiny scar near his eyebrow he's never explained, the way his hoodie sleeve falls just right on his wrist.

"So," you say, because sitting in total silence for the whole drive feels like something a hostage would do. "You had a good day?"

He glances at you, and there's something almost amused in his expression. "You don't care about my day."

"Maybe I do."

"You don't." He says it simply, he obviously assumes that you don't actually care about his day because you're only here for one reason. And the worst part is he's not wrong, or maybe he is wrong and you just haven't figured out how to prove it yet.

You look out the window instead. The buildings blur past, a laundromat, a bodega with a faded sign, a bus stop with one tired-looking person waiting. Just normal things.

After a minute, Ni-ki's hand leaves the wheel and lands on your thigh, resting there.

The car keeps moving.

───

His house is too big for one person. That's the same thing you think every time you walk through the front door, and tonight is no different. The entryway alone could fit your entire apartment, and the ceilings are so high you get a little neck cramp looking up at the chandelier that probably costs more than your tuition.

Ni-ki doesn't bother with the lights. He hits a switch near the door and the living room floods with warm overhead light, revealing a space that looks like something out of a magazine ; leather couches, a marble coffee table that's definitely never seen a coffee ring, floor-to-ceiling windows that face a backyard you've only seen once in the dark. Everything is clean.

He kicks off his shoes by the door and you do the same, lining your sneakers up next to his like a silent compromise between his mess and yours.

You're still shrugging off your jacket when he drops onto the massive sectional couch, sprawling across it like a cat going for a nap. His hoodie rides up slightly and you look away because looking at him in that way would feel criminal.

"So," he says, drawing the word out, and there's something in his voice that makes you pause mid-fold of your jacket. "We've done the bed. We've done the floor. We've done the kitchen counter that one time." He tilts his head against the cushion, eyes tracking you across the room. "What about the couch?"

You freeze with your jacket still in your hands.

There's a crease at the corner of his eye that gives him away. He's enjoying this ; the way your shoulders go stiff, the way you suddenly can't look at him directly. The couch is huge and leather and objectively fine, but something about the suggestion makes your face heat anyway. Maybe because it's different, maybe because it feels less like falling into bed and more like something you'd have to think about.

"Don't get shy now," he says, and his voice is lower, teasing but soft underneath. "You literally said yes before I finished asking last time."

"That was something else."

"How?"

You want to answer, but it's embarrassing. You're not shy about him, not really, not anymore. But the couch feels too exposed, too close to the windows, too close to the part of the house where someone could theoretically walk in even though no one ever does. It feels less like a decision and more like a dare.

You drape your jacket over the back of an armchair, stalling. "I'm not shy."

Ni-ki shifts, propping himself up on his elbow. His hair falls over his forehead and he looks annoyingly handsome like this, all loose limbs and lazy confidence. "Yeah? Then come here."

Three words. And your feet move before your brain catches up. He doesn't even have to beg, when he just says things like they've already happened and waits for you to catch up, knowing you will eventually.

You stop at the edge of the couch, looking down at him. He looks back up at you, and his expression softens a little.

"Or we can go upstairs," he says, and it's not a concession.

You hate how easy it is for him to make you feel seen.

You sit down on the edge of the couch, close enough that your knee touches his thigh. "The couch is fine."

His eyebrow goes up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

His hand finds your waist anyway, pulling you closer until you're half-draped across his chest, and the leather creaks beneath you both. His heart is steady under your palm but yours is not.

"Liar," he murmurs against your hair.

He's right. You are shy, and a really bad liar.

The walk up to his bedroom feels longer than it should, the anticipation is buzzing under your skin. You’re practically vibrating with nervous energy as Ni-ki unlocks the massive door and pushes it open. The room is dark and spacious, lit only by the soft glow of city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He immediately reaches for the hem of his oversized hoodie, yanking it over his head and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. The sight of his bare chest stops you in your tracks. You feel a sudden, overwhelming wave of shyness wash over you, your cheeks flushing hot as you avert your gaze, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed.

"Why are you getting shy again?" Ni-ki asks, his voice low and amused as he steps closer, invading your personal space. He tilts his head, his eyes studying your face intently. "You’re not usually like this. What’s up?"

You look up at him, your voice barely a whisper. "Can we...go soft this time?" you ask, feeling vulnerable. He pauses, a glint of confusion crossing his face, but he nods slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes.

"Okay," he says, his voice dropping an octave lower. "I'll be soft."

He pulls you in by the waist, his hands warm against your skin, and you can feel the tension building between you. He presses you gently against the doorframe, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss. His hands wander down your back, his fingers digging into your flesh, but you don't want to rush. You want to feel every inch of him, dragging this out.

You kiss him back, your tongues tangling together, a slow and deep exploration. His hands slide up your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hands move to the waistband of your pants, his fingers teasing the button and zipper. You shiver as he undoes them, letting them pool around your ankles, and you step out of them, kicking them aside.

He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and carries you to the bed. He lays you down gently, the mattress sinking beneath you. He climbs on top of you, his weight pressing you into the sheets. He kisses you again, his lips moving from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck, his tongue flicking over your sensitive skin. You arch your back, giving him more access, his hands exploring your body, mapping out every curve and dip.

He moves lower, his lips trailing down your stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. He pulls them down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. He parts your legs, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You gasp, your hips bucking slightly as he touches you there.

He leans down and spreads your legs wider, his fingers sliding into you. He begins to finger you, his movements slow and pleasant, his fingers curling inside you, searching for that sweet spot. You moan his name, your hands gripping a pillow beside you. He adds a second finger, stretching you, his thumb rubbing against your clit. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your muscles tightening around his fingers.

He pulls his fingers out, and you whine at the loss. He looks up at you before bringing his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. "Sweet, huh?" he says, smiling, before moving up to kiss you again.

He positions himself at your entrance, his eyes locking onto yours. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, filling you completely. You gasp, his eyes rolling back slightly as he stretches you. He stays there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, the friction building between you. "Tell me if it hurts."

"It's okay." You barely could answer.

He begins to move. He watches your face, wanting to see every reaction you have to him. He kisses you deeply, the kiss matching the pace of his hips. The feeling of him filling you up is overwhelming, the sensation of being so full and stretched is intense.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, encouraging him to go faster, but he holds back, his pace steady and controlled. He wants to make this last. He focuses on the sensations, the heat between your bodies.

He pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans down and kisses your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You moan his name, the sound echoing in the room. He smiles against your skin, a small, satisfied smile, knowing he’s making you feel good.

He picks up the pace just a little, his thrusts becoming a little more urgent, but still slow. He wants to be inside you for as long as possible. The friction is delicious, sending sparks flying through your body. He kisses you again, his tongue tangling with yours, the taste of you driving him wild.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your muscles tightening around him. You look up at him, your eyes glazed with pleasure. "Ni-ki," you breathe out, your voice breathless and ragged. "I'm going to come," you whisper.

He nods, his eyes locking onto yours, and he keeps thrusting, his pace remaining steady, but he focuses on the spot that makes you see stars. You cry out his name as you unravel, your body clamping down on him. He follows moments later, his hips bucking against yours as he releases inside you, filling you completely.

He stays inside you for a long time, the silence of the room broken only by your ragged breathing. He leans down and kisses your forehead, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. "Fuck...that was good," he says, his voice quiet and tired.

He reaches for the bedside table and pulls out a small baggie and a lighter. He packs a bowl, taking a long drag, and then offers it to you.

You take a hit, your lungs filling with the smoke, and you cough slightly. He laughs, his chest vibrating against your back. He leans over you, blowing the smoke directly on your face. He pulls back, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Come closer," he whispers, his voice husky. He blows another cloud of smoke into your mouth, sealing it with a kiss. You feel the smoke swirl in your mouth and then pass it back to him, the taste of weed and mint mixing on your tongues.

"Ayy, that was kinda cool," he says, tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb.

"Was it?" you ask, a smile playing on your lips.

"Yeah," he says, his eyes darkening. "You should come over more often."

You just smile, content and relaxed, feeling the weight of the day melting away.

The bedroom is a mess of tangled blankets and discarded clothes by the time you both settle into the quiet evening. The floor lamp in the corner casts everything in a golden glow, just enough to see the shape of his arm resting above his head, the way his chest rises and falls.

You're on your back, staring at the ceiling, your shirt thrown somewhere near the night table.

Ni-ki hasn't moved to touch you. His hand is draped off the edge of the bed, fingers grazing the floor, and he's looking at the wall with that blank expression that could mean anything or nothing.

You don't know why you ask it and the words just fall out.

"Have you ever thought about getting a girlfriend?"

It sounds almost too casual. You keep your eyes on the ceiling so you don't have to see his reaction.

For a moment he doesn't answer. Then you feel him shift beside you, the mattress dipping slightly as he props himself up on one elbow. When you glance over, he's looking down at you with something unreadable on his face.

"What kind of question is that?" he says.

You shrug with one shoulder. "Just wondering."

He's quiet again, and you think maybe he's going to ignore it, change the subject or reach for his phone like he usually does. He exhales through his nose, almost a laugh, and runs a hand through his hair.

"There's this girl," he says, and your stomach drops. "She keeps calling me, texts me like three times a week. She wants to come over and fuck again."

You keep your face neutral. "And ?"

"And I don't really want to. She's kind of annoying, to be honest." He pauses, tilting his head like he's considering something. "But I might consider it. It kinda gets boring doing the same thing all the time."

The same thing. You. He means you.

Your jaw tenses and you look back at the ceiling because if you look at him right now, he'll see it ; the glint of something stupid. Jealousy. Over a girl you don't even know, over a guy who isn't yours and has never pretended to be.

You swallow it down. "So do it then," you say, and your voice comes out steady. "Not like we're exclusive."

"Exactly." He says it so easily.

There's a beat of silence. He shifts again, and you feel his gaze on your profile.

"What about you," he says. "You ever want a relationship? Like, one day."

The question catches you off guard. He's never asked you anything personal before. The closest he's gotten was asking if you wanted water that one time, and even that felt like an accident.

You should say yes. I mean you do want one. Just not with someone else. Maybe with him. But that's not what he's asking and you know it.

"No," you say, and the lie tastes bitter. "That's too much work."

He stares at you for a second longer before he drops back onto the mattress, arm going over his eyes. "Yeah," he says, voice muffled. "Same."

You lie there in the darkening room, his body warm next to yours but not touching, and you listen to the silence stretch.

He reaches for his phone on the floor and you reach for your shirt.

That's how it goes.

───

Friday afternoon, the sky is gray and it looks like it might rain but probably won't. You find yourself climbing the stairs to the rooftop before you've fully decided to go there. The pack of cigarettes in your pocket feels like an excuse, but it's the only one you have.

The door creaks when you push it open, and the air hits you instantly, a little damp, carrying the distant sound of traffic from the main road. You step out onto the gravel, lighter already in your hand.

Ni-ki is already there, leaning against the railing at the edge of the roof, the same spot where you first met him 8 months ago. His back is to you, shoulders hunched, a thin curl of smoke rising from between his fingers. He doesn't turn around when the door closes behind you. Either he didn't hear or he doesn't care.

For a second you think about leaving, turning around and going back down the stairs, pretending you never came up here. But your feet don't move, and neither does he, so you walk over to the opposite side of the railing and lean against it a few feet away.

You pull out a cigarette, light it and take a drag. The smoke burns on the way down.

Neither of you speaks for a long minute. The wind picks up, ruffling his hair, and he finally glances sideways at you. His eyes look tired, you already know he hasn't been sleeping at all.

"You smoke too much," he says, not even greeting you.

"So do you."

He huffs something that might be a laugh but it's hollow. He turns back to look at the skyline, the cluster of buildings and trees and the far-off blur of the highway. His jaw is tight, you could see it.

You should leave it alone. That's the agreement ; you don't do feelings, you don't do problems, you just do each other's bodies and then go home. But something about how his shoulders are set like he's holding something heavy, makes the words come out anyway.

"You okay?"

He takes a long drag, holds it and exhales. The smoke gets carried away by the wind.

"My parents," he says finally, and his voice is flat. "They want to cut me off."

You wait. He doesn't elaborate so you push. "Cut you off from what?"

"Everything." He flicks ash onto the gravel. "Money. My car. My card. All of it." A pause. "They say I've been doing bad things with it. That I'm out of control."

You can guess ; the late nights, the people he knows, the way his eyes look red sometimes when he picks you up. You've never asked before,it never felt like your place.

"So what are you going to do?" you say.

He looks at you then and there's something sharp in his expression. "What am I supposed to do? Get a job that I don't even like? Work at a café like a normal person?" He says it like the words taste bad.

You take a drag, thinking. "Maybe you could talk to them. Explain that—"

"I'm not explaining anything." His voice is harder now. "They don't listen. They never have. They just throw money at problems and then get mad when the problems don't magically disappear."

"Okay, but if they take the car, how are you going to—"

"I don't know." He cuts you off, pushing off from the railing and turning to face you fully. His cigarette is burning down between his fingers.

You take another drag. "You could...I don't know, sell some stuff? Or try to— "

"You don't get it."

His voice cuts through yours sharper than you expected. You turn to look at him. He's still facing forward, but his shoulders are tense now, his hand gripping the edge of the railing.

"I'm not saying I get it," you say carefully. "I'm just trying to help."

"Help." He says the word like an offense. "You can't help. You don't know what it's like to have everything and then have it pulled away. To have people look at you like you're just a spoiled kid who fucks up and that's all you'll ever be." His eyes are darker than usual. "You don't come from that. You don't understand."

It stings. Not because he's wrong about your background, he's not, you've never hidden that you're on scholarships and financial aid but because he's shutting you out in that particular way he does, it makes you feel like you're on the other side of a wall you can't climb.

"I'm not trying to fix it," you say, quieter now. "I just care. That's all."

He stares at you for a long second. His expression flickers, something almost vulnerable, almost soft, and then it's totally gone.

"Care," he repeats. "We're not close, Y/N. We fuck and that's it. You don't have to pretend like there's more, you know?."

He pauses. "I know what you're trying to do." His voice drops. "But you can't. You don't have parents like mine. You don't have...you live in a normal apartment and you worry about normal things. I can't just 'talk to them.' I can't just 'figure it out.' It's not the same."

Your chest tightens, you want to argue, you want to tell him about the hair clip, about the hundred small things that felt like something when you knew it didn't at all.

But you don't. Because he's right, isn't he? That's what you agreed to.

He drops his cigarette, grinds it out under his shoe, and stands. He doesn't look at you again.

You open your mouth to say something but he's already stepping back, dropping his cigarette to the gravel and grinding it out with his shoe.

"Forget it," he says. "I shouldn't have said anything."

He walks past you. The rooftop door creaks open, then shut.

You're alone.

The cigarette in your hand has burned down to the filter. You drop it, watch the last wisp of smoke rise up into the gray sky, and you don't follow him.

That's not your role and it never was.

───

The sand is hot enough to burn your feet by the time you and Jess find a spot near the water. You spread your towels out, anchor them with bags and a half empty bottle of sunscreen, and Jess immediately starts complaining about the seagulls.

"It's fine," you say, pulling your shirt over your head. "They're not gonna attack you."

"You don't know that."

You're about to respond when a volleyball smacks into the sand a few feet away from your towel. Jess jumps in surprise and you look up.

Jay is jogging toward you, already laughing, hand raised in apology. Behind him, Jake is doubled over for some reason, Jungwon is heading towards the shores, and further back, near the water, Ni-ki is standing with his hands in his shorts pockets, watching the horizon.

"Sorry," Jay says, grabbing the ball. "Jake's aim is ass today."

"Jake's aim is always ass," Jess says with a smile. She's known Jay since high school, and some habits don't fade.

Jay waves toward the others. "You guys wanna hang out? We've got a net set up. Well, Jake found a net. We're not sure where it came from though."

You glance at Jess and she shrugs.

"Yeah, okay," you say.

Walking over feels like walking into something you're not prepared for. The sand is soft, slipping under your feet with every step. Jake waves when he sees you. Jungwon is already in the water up to his knees, ignoring everyone. And Ni-ki is standing slightly apart from the group, not looking at you, which is fine because you're not looking at him either.

You haven't talked since yesterday at the rooftop, since he left you there with your cigarette burning down to nothing.

So you don't look at him and he doesn't look at you.

"We should play," Jake says, grabbing the ball from Jay. "Let’s make teams. Y/N, you're with me."

"You're gonna lose," Jess says.

"Bold talk from someone who hasn't touched a volleyball since middle school."

Jess flips him off.

The game is messy, no one really knows the rules except Jay, who keeps trying to enforce them, and Jungwon who doesn't care. You're next to Jake, which means you're laughing more than you're playing because he keeps making stupid comments every time he misses the ball.

"That was on purpose," he says after a ball flies past his head.

"Sure it was."

"I was just testing your reflexes."

You roll your eyes and serve. The ball actually goes over the net, it feels like a miracle. Ni-ki is on the other side, you realize. He misses it and watches it land in the sand next to him.

Jake whoops. "Good job Y/N."

The game ends when someone (no one knows who) decides it's over. Jess is already walking toward the water, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail. Jay follows her.

"Race you," Jake says, and he's already running before you can answer.

You run after him because you're competitive, and the water is cold when it hits your shin, colder when you fall forward trying to dodge a wave. Jake is laughing at you, so you push water at his face.

You two have a full on play fight right there in the shallows, splashing, shoving, Jake grabbing your wrist to spin you around. He's stronger than he looks, but he's also not holding that hard, so you manage to shove him back once, twice. His foot slips on a rock and he goes down, half sitting in the water, still laughing.

"Oh you're so dead," he says.

"You already are."

He lunges for your ankle and you stumble, catching yourself on his shoulder. For a second you're both just standing there, out of breath, water dripping down your faces.

Jake is still loosely holding your wrist.

"You fight dirty," he says.

"Just admit you're slow."

He laughs and lets go, wading deeper, already turning to find Jay.

You look toward the shore without meaning to. Ni-ki is standing at the edge of the water, watching the whole scene. His arms are crossed. His expression is blank.

You hold his gaze for a second but he looks away first.

Jess appears next to you, hair soaked and grinning. "Jake's gonna ask you out by the end of the summer. Watch it."

"He's not."

"Did you see the way he looked at you the whole time ?."

"It was a play fight."

Jess gives you a look. "Sure. And Ni-ki is definitely not standing over there looking like he wants to punch someone."

You glance back at the shore. Ni-ki is walking toward the towels, not toward the water. His steps are quick.

"Hey," Jay calls out. "You’re getting in or what?"

Ni-ki doesn't stop. "Got stuff to do."

"We’re at the beach. What stuff?"

He doesn't answer and grabs his shirt from his bag, shakes the sand off, and starts walking toward the parking lot.

Jake watches him go, frowning. "What's his deal?"

No one answers. Jay looks at you.

"I'm gonna go get some water," you say, because you don't know what else to say.

Jess grabs your arm before you can move. "Don't."

"What?"

"You're gonna chase after him. I can see it on your face. And he's just gonna say something shitty and you're gonna feel worse."

You pull your arm back. "I'm not going to chase after him."

"Okay."

"I'm not."

She holds her hands up. "Okay."

You stand in the water, salt drying on your skin, and watch the spot where his car was parked until the space is empty. Jess is right. You'd only feel worse, but it doesn’t matter since you already do.

───

The door to your apartment clicks shut behind you and you drop your beach bag on the floor, sand already spilling out onto the tiles. Your shoulders are pink from the sun, your hair still damp and tangled with salt, and all you want is a cold shower and an unhealthy amount of time of scrolling on your phone.

You plug your phone in first because it died somewhere between the volleyball game and the drive home. The screen lights up after a few seconds, and you blink at the notification.

13 missed calls.

All from the same number. It’s unknown.

Your first thought is spam. Your second thought is a wrong number. Your third thought, the one you don't want to acknowledge, is him.

You hesitate for a moment, thumb hovering over the call button, you press “call”.

The line rings four time before going to voicemail. A generic automated voice telling you to leave a message. You hang up without saying anything.

You're about to toss the phone onto your bed when it rings again. The same number. You answer. For a few seconds, no one speaks. There's just a slow and uneven breathing, and something in the background that sounds like a TV.

"Hello?" you say.

Still nothing, so you decide to assume that it’s him.

"I know it's you," you say. "You called me thirteen times. You can at least say something."

A pause and you hear his voice, low and slurred around the edges. "Hey."

Ni-ki.

You close your eyes and lean against your bedroom wall. "You okay?"

"Define okay."

"You're high."

"I guess so."

You can hear him exhale, long and slow, probably smoke. It’s definitely weed. His words are sticky, running into each other like he's thinking too hard about each one before it leaves his mouth.

"I didn't like it," he says suddenly. "Today. At the beach."

Your chest tightens. "Didn't like what?"

"You know what. The way you were with Jake. All close and laughing and..." He trails off, and you hear him take another drag. "Whatever, it doesn't matter. I don't care. You do whatever you want."

"You just said you didn't like it."

"I said it doesn't matter."

The line goes quiet for a moment. You can picture him ; probably sprawled on that massive leather couch in his empty living room, the high ceilings and the chandelier that cost at least a kidney. One hand holding the phone, the other holding whatever he's smoking. His eyes half-closed, looking like a hot disaster.

"I really need you right now," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word.

Your heart does a flip.

"That's not fair," you say quietly.

"I’m sorry."

"You can't just call me when you're high and say stuff like that."

"I know."

Silence. The sound of the TV in the background on his end. You can hear your own breathing.

"Can you come over?" he asks, and he sounds smaller than you've ever heard him. Needy like he never lets himself be. "Please."

You could’ve say no, tell him to sleep it off and call you in the morning when he's sober and less likely to say things he'll pretend didn't happen. You have to protect yourself for once.

And here you are, already grabbing your keys.

───

The drive takes twenty minutes. His house is dark when you pull into the driveway, the only light coming from somewhere deeper inside. The front door is unlocked as it always is, and you let yourself in, kicking off your sandals by the entryway.

The living room is a mess. Everything is scattered. There’s a blanket on the floor, empty glasses on the coffee table and his hoodie draped over the arm of the couch. And there he is, slouched in the corner of the sectional, phone on the cushion beside him, a half smoked joint balanced on the edge of an ashtray.

His eyes are red and his hair is a mess. He looks up at you when you walk in and something in his expression changes. It’s relief, you might think.

"There’s no way you really came," he says like he's surprised.

"You called me thirteen times."

"Right."

You drop your bag by the door and walk over to him. The coffee table has a pitcher of water and some takeout containers from somewhere you don't recognize. You push them aside and sit on the edge of the couch, facing him.

"You're an asshole," you say.

"Yeah."

"Like, genuinely an asshole."

He's not arguing back so that's how you know he's really high.

You reach out and take the joint from the ashtray, stubbing it out even though there's still some left. He watches your hands, your fingers, the way you're sitting close enough that your knee almost touches his.

"When did you eat last?" you ask.

He blinks at you like the question requires calculus. "I don't know. Lunch?"

"It's almost ten."

"Oh."

You sigh and stand up, heading toward the kitchen. His kitchen is massive and spotless and useless because he barely uses it. You find bread, peanut butter, a banana that's not too brown. You make him a sandwich without asking if he wants one because he's not in a state to make good decisions. When you come back, he hasn't moved an inch. You hand him the plate and he stares at it for a second before taking it.

"Eat," you say.

"You're bossy when you're annoyed."

"I'm always annoyed. You just don't notice."

He takes a bite, chews and swallows. His eyes stay on you the whole time.

You sit back down, closer this time, and you watch him eat until half the sandwich is gone. You take the plate away and set it on the coffee table.

"Water," you say, pouring a glass from the pitcher. You hand it to him and he drinks. When he's done, he sets the glass down and leans his head back against the couch, eyes closed. His breathing is slower now.

"You didn't have to come, you know." he says.

"You asked me to."

"Yeah. But you didn't have to."

You look at him ; the dark circles, the dried salt on his skin from the beach he barely touched, the way his hands are trembling just slightly. He's a mess. He's always been a mess, yet he's sitting here, in this big empty house, and he called you. Amongst everyone he knew, he called you.

"Yeah, well," you say quietly. "I'm here anyway so..."

He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at you. His gaze is heavy and unfocused.

"You're gonna stay?" he asks. "For a bit?"

You have to go home, because you have class tomorrow. Your hair is still damp from the ocean and you're tired and you know that staying will only make things more complicated.

"Yeah," you say. "For a bit."

He shifts on the couch, making room, and you take the hint. You sit next to him, close enough that your shoulder presses against his arm, and he doesn't pull away. Neither do you.

After a few minutes, his head drops onto your shoulder. His breathing evens out. He's not asleep, heavy and warm against you.

You stare at the dark windows, the empty room, the ghost of smoke curling from the ashtray.

This isn't going to fix anything. You know that and he knows that. But for now, he's not pushing you away, so everything feels fine.

The high wears off slowly. You notice that his breathing changes, it’s less shallow and more present. His fingers stop trembling too. His head lifts from your shoulder and he blinks at the room like he's seeing it for the first time.

He's still loose, still soft around the edges, but he's coming back to himself. You can feel it.

"You okay?" you ask.

He nods, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm. "Yeah. Starting to feel human again."

"Good."

A silence settles between you, he turns his head, looking at you with those half-lidded eyes, and his voice is quieter when he speaks. "Did you shower yet? After the beach?"

You glance down at yourself. Your skin still has salt residue, your hair is stiff with dried seawater. "No. I came straight here."

He's quiet for a moment. "We could take a bath."

You look at him. His expression isn't teasing like usual, and it’s almost soft.

"A bath ?" you repeat.

"Uh yeah. The tub's big enough." There’s a pause. "We don't have to do anything. I just—I don't want to be alone right now."

That's the most honest thing he's said all night.

You nod. "Okay."

───

Even if you were already used to every corner of his house, you’d never get over how huge his bathroom is. Marble floors, a tub that could fit three people, candles on the counter that he never lights. He runs the water while you sit on the edge of the sink, watching him test the temperature with his wrist.

He's still in his beach clothes ; shorts, a loose t-shirt and a silver chain with a cross that he never takes off. You're in your bikini top and the oversized button-up you threw on over it.

When the tub is full, he turns off the water and looks at you. "You first."

You slide off the sink and step toward the tub, suddenly aware of how exposed you feel even though you've done much more than this with him. You take off your button-up and step out of your shorts, leaving your bikini on the floor. He does the same ; he pulls his shirt over his head, kicks off his shorts and his boxers.

The water is warm, almost too warm, and you sink into it with a sigh. The salt washes off your skin immediately, and you can feel your muscles relaxing. He gets in behind you, settling against the end of the tub, his legs on either side of yours.

For a minute, neither of you speaks. The water ripples softly. A candle flickers, he must have lit it while you weren't looking. You can feel him shifting, moving closer, and his arms come around your waist from behind. He pulls you back against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You freeze for half a second. He's never done this before. The fact of having this kind of moment with him doesn’t even feel real to you. You two have been intimate in so many ways but never like this.

"Is this okay?" he murmurs, breath warm against your neck.

"Yeah," you whisper. "It's okay."

His arms tighten slightly, holding you a little closer. You lean your head back against his shoulder and close your eyes.

This is new and terrifying. This is everything you've wanted without letting yourself admit it, but you know that things like that don’t really last. So you have to accept it.

───

The water starts to cool after a while, his thumb is tracing shapes on your stomach, absent-minded.

You think about what brought you here and how he sounded so small when he said he needed you.

"Ni-ki," you say quietly.

"Mm?"

You hesitate. You don't want to ruin whatever this is. But it's been sitting in your chest since all the times you've watched him disappear into himself.

"Those friends of yours that you mentioned before," you say. "The ones who got you into this stuff."

His hand stops moving.

"I'm not trying to start a fight," you add quickly. "I’m just worrying about you. You said they owe you money…And they're always pushing you to do more."

He's quiet for a long moment.

"They're not in my life anymore," he says finally.

You turn your head slightly, trying to see his face. "What?"

"I cut them off, like, a few weeks ago." His voice is steady and clearer. "They weren't friends. They just wanted someone to pay for everything and someone to get high with. I got tired of it."

You don't know what to say. He's never told you this or anything.

"Why didn't you say something?" you ask.

He shrugs, the movement rippling the water. "Didn't seem important."

"Not important? Ni-ki, they were using you."

"I know but," He presses his cheek against your hair. "That's why I stopped answering their calls. They'll figure it out."

You turn in his arms so you're facing him, knees on either side of his hips, water sloshing against the edges of the tub. His face is inches from yours. You can see that his eyes are tired.

"And the money they owe you?" you ask.

"It's just money." He says it like it means nothing. Or maybe to him, it doesn't. "I'd rather lose that than keep pretending they gave a shit about me."

Your hands find his shoulders, thumbs brushing over his collarbones and he lets you touch him.

"You're not going to fall back into that?" you ask. "When things get hard again?"

He looks at you for a long time.

"No," he says. "You’re here anyway. Everything feels different."

Your heart cracks a little.

"You can't rely on me to fix you," you force yourself to say, because you have to say it, you've seen too many people drown trying to save someone else.

"Y/N," He cups your face with one hand, thumb brushing your cheekbone. "I'm not asking you to fix me. I…I don't want to be alone anymore. It scares me more than you think."

The water is barely warm now. Your knees are starting to ache from the position.

"Okay," you whisper.

He smiles at you softly, and you nearly thought it meant something.

"We should get out," he says. "The water's cold."

"Yeah."

He pulls the plug and grabs a towel from the rack, wrapping it around your shoulders before his own. You step out of the tub together, dripping on the marble floor.

───

7:12 AM and your phone is rattling against the wood of your nighstand like it's trying to wake the dead. You grope for it blindly, eyes half-open and your brain still somewhere in a dream you can't even remember.

Ni-ki's name on the screen.

You answer. "Hello?"

"You sound like shit." His voice is rough like he hasn't slept either.

"Thanks. It's fucking seven in the morning."

"Well, no shit. Get dressed, I'm picking you up in twenty."

You sit up, rubbing your face. The memories from two nights ago flicker through your mind ; the bath, his arms around you. You brush it off as soon as the reality catches you.

You push it all down. "For what?"

"Does it matter?"

You're too tired to fight back. And a part of you, the stupid part, just wants to see his face.

"Fine," you say. "Twenty minutes."

He hangs up with no goodbye. Of course.

You throw on jeans and a sweater, brush your teeth. When you hear the engine outside, low and guttural, you grab your bag and head out. It's not the black Camaro. It's a Mustang GT ; sleek, black, newer than anything you've ever sat in. He's leaning against the driver's door, arms crossed, wearing a leather jacket and that same blank expression.

"New car?" you ask.

"Yeah, got bored of the old one." He opens the passenger door for you. "Get in."

The interior smells new and fresh. You buckle up as he slides into the driver's seat and pulls away from the curb without checking his blind spot. Some things never change. The city is waking up around you, coffee shops opening, joggers on the sidewalk.

You watch his profile, observing the sharp line of his jaw and his thumbs tap against the steering wheel like he usually does everytime he drives.

"You're staring," he says without looking at you.

" Am I not allowed ?"

He doesn't respond to that.

You take a breath. "Ni-ki."

"What."

"Why are you so cold sometimes?"

The question hangs in the air between you. His fingers tighten on the steering wheel before he relaxes.

"You think I'm cold?" he asks.

"Sometimes. You disappear, you push me away and...you say things you don't mean or you don't say anything at all." You're watching his face, looking for a crack. "I just want to know why."

He stays quiet for a long moment. The car slows at a red light and he finally glances at you. His eyes are tired again, that's how you know he smoked on the drive over.

Unexpectedly, the corner of his mouth twitches.

"You're cute when you're curious," he says.

"That's not an answer."

"Well," The light turns green, he accelerates. "I'll work on it."

───

The mall is mostly empty this early. A few senior citizens walking laps around the food court, some moms with strollers, employees unlocking gates. Ni-ki walks next to you, hands in his pockets. His presence is heavy but not uncomfortable. You wander past stores without really looking until one catches your eye ; a vintage thrift shop, the expensive kind with every luxury brands where clothes are curated and priced like art pieces.

You step inside more out of curiosity than intention. The racks are organized by color, the lighting warm, and there's a section in the back with dresses probably worn by celebrities considaring their prices.

Your fingers trail over the fabric ; silk, lace, velvet. One of them catches your eyes. A black dress, slip style but not cheap. It makes you think of old Hollywood movies and rooftop parties in the 60s. The price tag is tucked inside, and when you pull it out you actually laugh.

"300 dollars," you say, turning to Ni-ki. "For a thrifted dress."

He's standing a few feet away, watching you with a neutral expression. "Do you want it?"

"I want a lot of things I can't afford."

"That's not what I asked."

You look back at the dress, running your fingers over the fabric again. "It's gorgeous. But no. It's stupid to spend that much."

He pulls the dress off the rack and walks toward the counter without saying a word.

"Ni-ki. What are you doing?"

"Buying the dress."

"No. Ni-ki, come b─."

He ignores you, pulling out his wallet. The cashier, a girl with pink hair, looks between the two of you with mild amusement.

"Sir, would you like a bag?"

"Yes."

"Ni-ki, I'm serious." You grab his arm, but he doesn't stop. "You can't just buy me things like this."

He turns to look at you, and his face is softer than you expected. "Why not?"

"Because—" You don't even exactly know why. Maybe because it's too much or because it looks like it means something. He nods toward the rack, toward a deep red dress you didn't even realize you touched earlier. "You looked at that one first," he says. "I saw you run your fingers over it before you picked up the black one."

You blink. "You noticed that?"

"You touched it for like five seconds. I have to buy it now."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Too bad then." He tells the cashier to add the red dress too. She does, wrapping both in tissue paper.

You stand there, mouth slightly open, watching him pay nearly six hundred dollars for two dresses you never asked for.

"Try them on," he says, handing you the bag. "If you don't like them, we'll return them."

You stare at him and he stares back.

"Fine," you mutter, grabbing the bag and heading toward the fitting room.

The room is small, with a full-length mirror and a velvet stool. You pull off your jeans and sweater and slide the black dress over your head. It falls perfectly, hitting just above the knee, hugging your waist, the fabric cool against your skin. You turn in the mirror, and for a second, you don't recognize yourself.

You step out of the fitting room.

Ni-ki is leaning against the wall across from the door, phone in hand. His eyes lift to you, and something shifts in his face. His jaw goes slack for just a moment.

"Well?" you ask, suddenly self conscious.

He looks at you ; up and down, slow, like he's trying to memorize every inch of you.

"You look," he starts then suddenly pauses. "It's fine."

"Just fine?"

He pushes off the wall and walks toward you, close enough that you have to tilt your head up to see his face.

"I should return it," he says, there's a teasing edge to his voice now.

"Why?"

"I don't really feel like fighting someone today."

Your face heats. "Shut up."

"I'm dead serious."

"Stop acting like that."

He almost smiles. "Keep the dress. Both of them."

───

The park is small, tucked between a residential street and a community garden. You're sitting on a bench near the pond, ice cream cones in hand ; his is chocolate, yours is strawberry. The sun is higher now, warm enough to make you take off your sweater.

He eats his ice cream in silence, staring at the water. You watch a duck paddle in circles.

"So," he says, not looking at you. "You and Jake seem close."

Your spoon pauses halfway to your mouth. "We're friends."

"Friends." He says lowly. "You were pretty cozy at the beach. I mean, sharing towels...wrestling in the water, all of that."

You narrow your eyes. "Are you jealous?"

He scoffs. "No."

"You're deflecting."

"I can't be observant ?" He casually takes a bite of his ice cream. "Just saying. He's around a lot."

"He's your friend too."

"Yeah, but he doesn't look at me the way he looks at you."

"Nothing's going on with Jake," you say finally.

He shrugs. "Doesn't matter. You do what you want."

There it is again ; that same line he always falls back on. He's always trying to make it sound normal but it comes out like a permission, you're always feeling like it's a test he's making you take.

"I don't want anything with Jake," you say. "I want—" You stop yourself.

He looks at you, waiting for you to continue.

You look away. "Never mind."

The ice cream drips onto your fingers.

"You have ice cream," he says.

"Where?"

He leans in.

His lips are cold from the chocolate, but his tongue is warm when it swipes across the corner of your mouth. You freeze, and you find him kissing you, deep and slow, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck. It's not the kind of kiss you share in public, so obviously it surprises you.

When he pulls back, you're breathless. You can feel your face burning.

"What was that for?" you manage.

He shrugs, excluding the fact that his ears are pink. "You had ice cream on your mouth."

"That's not a fucking way to wipe off ice cream."

"It is now."

You stare at him and he stares back, expression carefully neutral, nethertheless you can see the cracks. His fingers are still resting on your neck and he's not pulling away.

"You're such a jerk," you whisper.

"Yeah," he says. "Might get strawberry next time."

You shove him in the chest in embarassement, which made him chuckle slightly.

All of this is not making you think about unanswered calls, the days where he decides to be insanely cold or whether he's going to push you away again. So you try to enjoy it as much as you can.

The sun has dropped behind the trees. The bench has gone from comfortable to uncomfortable about an hour ago. Your tailbone is starting to ache and you've shifted positions at least six times, each time less effective than the last.

"I'm bored," you announce.

Ni-ki glances at you from the other end of the bench, one arm stretched along the back, his ice cream cone long gone. "You're always bored."

"Come on, it's been an hour since we sat here."

He watches you with a half-lidded expression. You stand up and brush off the back of your jeans. "There's a playground over there. Let's go."

"A playground." He says flatly, unimpressed by your idea.

"Yeah. You know...swings, slides, kids stuff. Don't tell me you're too cool for swings."

He doesn't agree yet he stands up anyway.

The playground is maybe fifty meters from the bench, a small fenced area with wood chips instead of sand, a plastic slide that's seen better days, and a set of swings hanging from a metal frame. The chains squeak slightly when the wind blows.

You make a beeline for the swings, feet crunching on the wood chips, and plant yourself on the closest one. The rubber seat is cold through your jeans. You grip the chains and kick off just a little.

"Push me," you say, looking back at him.

He's standing at the edge of the wood chips, hands in his pockets, watching you like you from afar. "Push yourself, you're not a kid."

"That's not the point."

He sighs ; a theatrical and put-upon sound ; but he walks over anyway. He positions himself behind you, hands hovering near your lower back for a moment before he gives a firm shove. The swing arcs forward, the chains rattling, and you let out a small laugh. The air rushes past your face. Behind you, he pushes again, harder this time.

"You know," he says, voice carrying over the squeak of the chains, "I've seen this before. Like in a movie. A guy pushes a girl on the swing. Very romantic."

"It's not that romantic. Trust."

"Mm." There's another push. "In the movie, they usually end up doing it in the bushes after."

You kick your feet out, trying to go higher. "What ?"

"You heard it right."

"You're disgusting."

"You're the one who wanted to come here."

He pushes one more time before he steps back. The swing slows gradually, the arc shrinking until you're just swaying. He walks around and sits down on the swing beside you, the chains groaning under his weight. He's taller than you so his legs stretch out longer, boots dragging in the wood chips.

"Be careful," he says, watching you swing forward again. "You're gonna flip over the bar."

"I'm not even that high."

"You could be."

"You worry too much."

He shakes his head. "I just don't want you to stain my new car if you get yourself hurt."

You push off again, swinging higher this time, the chains straining. The wind whistles past your ears. For a second you feel like you could lift right off the seat and keep going.

"See?" you call out. "I'm fine."

"You're gonna eat shit."

"I don't care."

It's a challenge and he hears it. You see him tense from the corner of your eye. You can feel that he's off his swing, boots crunching toward you, and before you can swing back again, his hands are on your waist.

He catches you mid-arc, steadying you, slowing the momentum. His fingers press into your sides through your sweater. The swing creaks to a halt, your feet finding the wood chips, his body so close that you could feel the heat radiating through his leather jacket.

"I know you care," he says quietly. "You just pretend you don't."

You're looking up at him, your hands still on the chains and his on your waist. The sky is almost dark now and a single light on the playground flickers to life somewhere behind him.

"I don't know," you say. "Maybe I learned from the best."

His thumbs press into your waist, just slightly. Something in his face softens.

"Come on," he says, letting go and stepping back. "It's getting dark."

He doesn't wait for you, already walking toward the path, hands back in his pockets, back to his usual distance.

You watch him for a second, then push off the swing one last time, just to feel the air rush past.

He stops and looks back at you. "Are you coming or not?"

"Yeah," you say, hopping off the swing. "I'm coming."

───

One week after, and he disappeared again without a single text, like he always did, but this time it hurt more than usual. It would've hurt less if you haven't hang out with him like there was a title for what you were for each other. But here you are. The lecture hall is half-empty because it's Friday and no one wants to be here, including the professor. You're slouched in your seat while Jess doodles in the margin of her notebook. The guy in front of you is watching YouTube on his laptop with the brightness all the way down. No one seems to care today.

Your phone buzzes against the desk. You glance at the screen. ‘Ni-ki’

Ni-ki [10:22 AM]

going out of town for the weekend

you can fuck anyone u want

don’t wait for me.

You stare at it for a while. You don't know what to say because there's nothing to say. Why is he giving you permission for something you never asked permission for ?

Jess notices your face. "What?"

You turn the phone toward her. She reads it, and her expression shifts from curious to annoyed.

"That's weird," she says quietly.

"Yeah."

"He found another chick, maybe." She chuckled before going back to her doodles.

You lock the phone and set it face-down on the desk. The rest of the lecture drags and sit there, replaying the message in your head, trying to figure out what it actually means.

───

After class, you wait until you're outside, standing under the covered walkway where the smokers hang out. Jess lingers nearby, pretending to check her phone but definitely listening.

You call him.

It rings four times. You think he's going to ignore it, but then he picks up.

"Hey." His voice is flat, sounding like he’s distracted.

"Ni-ki." You grip your phone tighter. "What was that message?"

"What message."

"The one about me fucking whoever I want."

You hear him exhale ; he’s smoking a cigarette. "Just saying. You have options."

"I don't want options."

He's quiet for a second. "Why not?"

The question catches you off guard. You expected him to brush it off, to say it was nothing, to change the subject but not this.

"Because I don't," you say. "I'd rather not, with anyone else."

Another exhale, his voice lower now. "You make that sound like a bad thing."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." You already know it's not nothing. The tone he takes when he says it ; clipped and distant, it sounds like he’s already out of the conversation.

You lean against the brick wall, watching people stream past with their coffee cups and backpacks. Jess catches your eye and you shake your head slightly.

"Ni-ki," you say, " What's happening ? You've been distant again for a whole week without texting me once, even after you said that you would work on it. Are you fucking someone else ?"

He doesn't answer right away. The silence stretches, and you can hear the faint sound of traffic wherever he is, maybe already driving out of town.

"That's not it," he says finally.

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know." His voice cracks a little. "I’m—I don't know what this is…and I don't know why you keep showing up when I keep being an asshole."

You close your eyes. "Could be that I like assholes."

"You really shouldn't."

"Yeah but that's not your call."

He laughs in frustration. "See? That's the problem. You don't let me push you away. You just keep coming back and I don't know how to handle that."

Your chest aches. "So you're leaving for the weekend because you can't handle me staying?"

"I'm leaving for the weekend because my dad wants to have a conversation about my future and I need to get it over with." He pauses. "The text was...I don't know. A test."

"A test for what?"

"To see if you'd get mad."

"Did I pass?"

"You got mad. So yes." He sighs, and you can hear the exhaustion in it. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to not be that guy who sends impulsive texts and pushes people away."

You slide down the wall until you're sitting on the concrete, knees pulled up to your chest. Jess sits down next to you without saying anything, her shoulder warm against yours.

"Just go see your dad," you say. "Text me when you get back."

"You're not going to fuck anyone else?"

"Why do you keep asking me that?"

"Because I need to hear you say it."

You swallow. The words feel too heavy. You say them anyway.

"I don't want anyone else. Just you. Even when you're being an asshole."

Long silence. "Okay. Love you."

"Wait wha—"

He hangs up. And you sit there on the sidewalk with Jess, phone in your lap, trying to process what he just said. You know it’s going to hurt as he doesn’t want you to stay. He’s an asshole and you’re aware of it. But you can’t help but see the broken person he is, wanting to take care of him and give him everything he needs.

───

You've been staring at it for an hour now, counting the seconds between the creaks of the old building settling. The clock on your nightstand says 11:47 PM, then 11:58, then 12:03.

Sunday night. He was supposed to be back by now. He didn't say when exactly, but Thursday to Sunday felt like a window that's already closed.

You checked your phone maybe 40 times since Friday, but no messages nor calls. You're stuck on the same text thread sitting there, his last words about fucking whoever you want that you haven't responded.

Your eyes are heavy but your brain won't shut up. You turn onto your side, then onto your back, then onto your stomach. Everything is wrong.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand and you grab it before the second vibration.

Jake's name.

You don't talk to Jake often, maybe a few times in group chats. He's not the type to call you at midnight for no reason.

You answer. "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N." His voice is different. "Sorry to call so late. You heard from Ni-ki?"

Your stomach drops. "No. Why?"

A pause on his end. You can hear him exhale. "He left Thursday, right? He said he was going to see his dad and was supposed to be back Saturday. It's Sunday now and no one's heard from him. Not me, not Jay, not even Jungwon. His phone's going straight to voicemail."

You sit up, your heart pounding. "Have you tried calling his house?"

"Yeah. No answer. I don't have the landline or whatever. I just have his cell."

You swing your legs over the side of the bed, already standing. "Okay. Let me try something."

"You think he's okay?"

"I don't know." You're pulling on a hoodie, tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder. "I'll call you back."

"Alright. Be careful."

You hang up and immediately dial Ni-ki's number. It rings once, twice, three times. Then voicemail. You call again. It goes straight to voicemail this time. Not even a single ring.

You try one more time but nothing.

The clock says 12:15 now. You stare at your reflection in the dark window. Your own face looks back, pale and anxious.

You text him.

You [12:16 AM]

Hey

Jake said you're not back

Call me when you get this.

Then you lie back down, but you don't sleep.

───

It's Monday morning. You skipped your first class, you could afford to miss.

You take the bus. You don't know why you bother with the bus when he's not there to pick you up, but walking would take an hour and you don't have the patience for that

The house looks the same as always. Big and quiet. The gate is closed but not locked. You push it open and walk up the driveway, the gravel crunching under your sneakers.

You ring the doorbell. The door opens, but not by much. An older man stands there, maybe in his sixties, wearing a simple button-up shirt. You've seen him before, once, maybe twice, always in the background. The butler, you guess or the house manager, something like that.

"Can I help you?" His voice is polite but guarded.

"I'm looking for Ni-ki. His friends haven't heard from him since Thursday." You try to keep your voice steady. "Is he here?"

The butler hesitates. His eyes scan your face, probably deciding if you're worth talking to.

"Mr. Riki is not currently at the residence," he says.

"When will he be back?"

"I'm not at liberty to say."

You feel frustration building in your chest. "Is he okay? Did something happen with his dad?"

The man's expression doesn't change. "I'm afraid I can't discuss the family's private matters."

"Please." Your voice cracks. "I'm not some random person. I'm his...I'm a friend. He's not answering his phone. We're all worried."

The butler looks at you in slience. He then glances over his shoulder, into the dark hallway behind him, before stepping out onto the porch and pulling the door mostly shut behind him.

"He left for his father's estate on Thursday afternoon," the man says quietly like he's not supposed to be telling you this. "There was a scheduled meeting regarding his future. Finances, education, that sort of thing." He pauses. "I have not seen him since. The family's driver returned alone on Saturday."

Your heart drops. "Alone? Where is he?"

"I don't know. I wasn't told." His voice softens slightly. "If you're a friend of his, I would suggest waiting. He tends to...disappear, when things get difficult."

That's totally the opposite reassuring.

"Can you at least tell him I came by?" you ask. "Y/N. He has my number."

The butler nods once. "I'll relay the message."

He steps back inside and closes the door. You stand on the porch for a minute, staring at the wood grain, your hands shaking. Afterwards you turn and walk back down the driveway, gravel biting through the soles of your shoes.

You call Jake on the way to the bus stop. He picks up immediately.

"Anything?" he asks.

"No. He's not there. The butler said the driver came back alone on Saturday." You swallow. "No one knows where he is."

Jake is quiet for a second. "That's not like him."

You want to say that you don't know what's like him anymore. That every time you think you understand, he does something else.

"Yeah," you say instead. "I know."

The bus pulls up. You get on, find a seat by the window, and watch the big house shrink behind you until it's just a smudge in the distance.

───

The best you could was getting to Jess's apartment. You've been sitting on her couch for twenty minutes, not really watching whatever Jake has on the TV, not really listening to Jay argue with him about something related to F1. Your phone is faced down on the coffee table. You stopped checking it an hour ago.

Jess is in the kitchen, the sound of running water and the clink of a mug against the counter. You can smell tea, something herbal.

"You good?" Jay asks from the armchair, not looking at you, because he's learned from Jess that direct eye contact when you're upset makes you clam up.

"No," you say. "But it's fine, I guess."

Jake glances over. "Still no word?"

You shake your head.

The TV is playing some local news channel. A middle-aged woman is talking about a road closure downtown. You tune it out.

Jess comes in with a tray of mugs, setting it on the coffee table. She hands you one without asking if you want it. The mug is warm against your palms.

"Thanks," you murmur.

She sits next to you. "Have you eaten?"

"Not really."

"I'll order something later."

You nod. The TV cuts to a breaking news graphic ; red and white, it seems urgent.

"We're receiving reports of a shooting in the industrial district," the anchor says, her voice steady but grave. "Details are limited, but we understand the altercation occurred around 2:00 this afternoon and involved individuals associated with drug dealing and money laundering operations in the area."

Jake whistles low. "Damn. That part of town is getting worse."

Jay shushes him.

"One person has been confirmed shot," the anchor continues. "According to sources close to the investigation, the victim is reportedly a tall male in his early twenties. He is believed to be the son of a prominent entrepreneur in the region. Authorities have not released a name pending family notification, but we have obtained a photo from witnesses who apparently recognized the victim during the scene."

The screen cuts to a photograph.

Your hand freezes around the mug.

It's him. Ni-ki. The photo is from some event ; he's in a dark jacket, looking off to the side, jaw set, eyes half-lidded.

"The victim's identity has not been officially confirmed," the anchor says as text scrolls across the bottom of the screen. "However, our sources indicate that the body has not yet been recovered from the scene. Police are continuing their investigation."

The mug slips from your fingers. It hits the coffee table and tea spills everywhere, soaking a magazine, dripping onto the carpet. You're staring at the screen, at his face, at the words scrolling past.

Body not recovered.

Jess grabs your arm. "Y/N. Y/N, breathe."

Jake is standing now, phone already in his hand, calling Jungwon. Jay is frozen, eyes wide, looking between you and the TV, still not believing what he saw. The anchor moves on to the next story and the graphic disappears. The screen fills with footage of a city council meeting.

You don't remember standing up but you're on your feet now, and the room is spinning, Jess is saying your name over and over, and all you can think is : His body hasn't been found.

Which means he could be alive, or he could be dead.

You don't know anything at all.

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it’s annoying how smug niki is when he’s got you like this—on your stomach with your face buried in his pillow, hands clawing at the sheets desperately like you’re struggling to take more even though your pussy’s sucking him in greedily and making those lewd squelching noises, your moans having long turned into gasps for air as he drills into you from behind. 

he loves the feeling of you squirming with each snap of his hips, his cock hitting so deep without him even trying. it almost feels like he’s bullying your cervix on purpose, going so deep you swear you can feel him in your chest, knocking the air out of your lungs each time his hips meets your ass with that loud, wet smack. 

“fuck... fuckin’ love the way she squeezes me when i fuck her deep," he grunts in your ear, talking as if your pussy’s a separate being from you. “love this fucking pussy." 

his arm wraps around your throat to pull your head up, making you bite your lips to muffle your desperate moans and gasps. which makes him tut. “c’mon, baby, lemme hear those pretty moans." 

his hips pick up pace, ramming his thick meat deeper into your poor sopping cunt that’s drooling juices onto his sheets with each brutal thrust. your insides grip him as if it wants to keep him inside you forever, making his jaw clench as he bites back a moan. 

“juust like that... keep squeezing me like that." his arm tightens ever so slightly around your neck, muscles flexing against your skin—a telltale sign of him close to losing control. 

but he wants you to come before he does, even if you did come a shit ton, more times than either of you can count. still, he wants to see you fall apart one last time before he fills your greedy pussy full to the brim with his warm cum. he wants to see his creamy mess dripping out of your well-fucked pussy. 

his free hand snakes under your body, fingers easily finding your slick, swollen clit and circling it rapidly, groaning and gasping at the feeling of you clenching around him like a velvet vice. 

“give me one more, sweetheart—mmhn—and then i’ll fill this pretty pussy up, ’kay?" 

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PAIRING . frat boy riki x fem reader

FEAT . enhypen members, soobin, chaewon, yunjin, park jisung, gyuvin, and more

ABOUT . smau, enemies to lovers, ex childhood friends to lovers ( sorta ), frenemies, university au, enhypen as soccer players, enhypen as frat brothers (TKE princesses) , yn is really into DJs and festivals, freq mentions of soccer teams/players, riki and y/n at each others neck 24/7, niki is soccer captain, and soccer is the main sport at hype for plot reasons (think of it as like college football moment.)

WARNINGS . suggestive themes, suggestive scenes, sexual innuendos, profanity, mentions of drug usage (it's college I fear), excessive alcohol drinking, and that should be it (will update as it progresses)

SYNOPSIS . y/n was the quintessential "teacher's pet" in high school, attending the same school as riki and his friends. after an incident between the two in 10th grade, they developed a mutual hatred that lasted throughout the rest of their high school years. following graduation, y/n chose to attend a different university than her friends, hoping to leave her past self behind and start over. college became exactly that, a fresh start. away from the iron clad reputation she'd built for herself, she opened up, growing into a completely different person. but a year later, she makes her way to hybe, only to discover she's been dropped right back into her old shoes. surrounded once again by riki and her closest friends, she's forced to relive the past she tried so hard to leave behind.

AUTHORS NOTE . FINALLY. this has been in the works for sososososo long now and im very very excited to finally get started and put this out. I love a realistic university au so I tried my best to deliver that :p. hopefully you guys love it just as much as I do. updates may be slow! so stick with me pls. love u

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教 teach me — p.js au 我

黑穗病 ─── "I'm not drunk enough to answer that tonight." after months of fantasizing about your best friend, he finally teaches you what real sex with him feels like.

ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ bff!jay x needy!f!reader

ⳇ w/c: 12.5k

㰙꯭ؚۣۙۗ㰛꯭ؚؔ 𝓦arnings: MDNI, overstimulation, unprotected sex, edging, mild ass play, rough sex, fingering, oral sex (f!rec), orgasm denial, hair holding, creampie, tipsy sex, lmk if moree

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You had been in love with Jay Park since the second year of high school.

It started as something quieter than a crush — a slow, warm pull every time he leaned over your desk to show you a riff on his phone, or when he'd wait for you after class with one earbud dangling, offering the other so you could listen to the same song.

He was always cool, a little sharp with his humor, but never cruel.

He remembered the small things: how you liked your coffee, the way you fiddled with your sleeves when you were nervous, the fact that you secretly wanted to learn guitar even though you were convinced your fingers were too clumsy.

Two months had passed since graduation, and the two of you had slipped into this strange new version of adulthood.

No more uniforms, no more bells dictating your day. just late nights, cheap takeout, and the growing tension that neither of you had named.

You told yourself it was just a silly, accumulation of caring over the years.

But lately it had become something heavier. needier.

Because it wasn't just his smile or the way he looked at you like he could read every thought behind your eyes.

It was the guitar lessons.

Every few nights you ended up in his room — that warm, low-lit sanctuary at the back of his aparment.

Soft golden lighting, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with wood polish and whatever bottle of wine he'd opened that evening.

He'd sit behind you on the bed or on that worn leather stool, chest brushing your back as he guided your fingers along the fretboard.

His voice would drop low when he corrected your posture, breath warm against your ear.

And every single time, you left that room wet, aching, and painfully aware of how badly you wanted more than just his hands on yours.

Tonight, that ache felt louder than usual.

The restaurant was still buzzing when you all stepped outside.

The four of you had taken over a corner table for nearly three hours — pasta plates half-empty, bottles of soju and beer scattered like evidence.

Heeseung had been the calm anchor as always, laughing deeply at Jake's ridiculous stories about his latest failed attempt at cooking.

Jake, true to form, had been loud and playful, teasing you about how red your cheeks got after your third glass.

"Alright, i'm tapping out" Heeseung said, stretching his arms above his head. he grinned at you and Jay. "you two heading back too?"

Jake slung an arm around your shoulders for a second, giving you a quick squeeze. "don't let Jay bore you to death with more guitar talk."

You laughed, the sound a little loose from the alcohol. "too late. i think i'm officially addicted."

Jay stood a step behind you, hands in the pockets of his dark jacket, watching the exchange with that trademark half-smirk.

He hadn't drunk much — maybe one beer the whole night. he never did when he knew he'd be the one making sure everyone got home safe.

"Get home safe, hyung" Jay told Heeseung, bumping fists. "Jake, stop burning your kitchen down."

Jake flipped him off playfully as he and Heeseung headed toward the main road to catch a cab. you waved until they disappeared around the corner, the streetlights catching their silhouettes.

And then it was just you and Jay.

It was barely past 9 PM, but the city had already slipped into that quieter, darker version of itself.

The restaurant sat on a side street lined with closed shops and a few scattered people hurrying home.

Neon signs flickered softly in the distance. your cheeks felt warm, the alcohol humming pleasantly in your veins, making everything feel a little softer around the edges.

Jay glanced at you, dark eyes scanning your face.

"You good?" he asked, voice low and steady. "you look a little flushed."

"I'm fine" you answered, maybe a touch too quickly.

You smiled up at him, feeling bolder than usual. "just… warm. and i don't really want to go home yet. my brothers are probably screaming at some video game right now. your place is quieter."

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. that familiar mix of amusement and something unreadable.

"You sure? i can drop you off. you drank more than usual tonight."

You stepped a little closer, the alcohol loosening your usual shyness. "i'm sure. i'd rather be with you."

The words came out softer than you meant them to, almost flirty. Jay's gaze lingered on you for a beat longer than normal before he nodded.

"Alright. let's go."

The walk to his place wasn't long.

Jay kept pace beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed every few steps. he didn't say much, but he was always like that — comfortable in silence.

Every once in a while he'd glance over to make sure you were steady on your feet.

When you finally reached his apartment, you stepped into his room, the familiar warmth settled over you like a blanket.

The lighting was exactly how he liked it: soft, gold tones from the tall floor lamp in the corner.

His acoustic guitar rested on its stand beside the electric one. a half-finished bottle of red wine sat on the low wooden table next to two clean glasses.

The small leather couch had a couple of blankets thrown over it, and the walls held photos — some of the group, some of just the two of you from random outings over the years.

It smelled like him: wood, faint cologne, and that subtle hint of wine that always seemed to linger here.

Jay shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over the back of his chair.

"Sit" he said, nodding toward the couch. "i'll get you some water first. you're going to thank me tomorrow."

You dropped onto the couch, watching him move around the room with that effortless confidence.

Even after years of friendship, you never got tired of looking at him. the sharp line of his jaw, the way his black hair fell across his forehead, the casual way his shirt stretched across his shoulders.

He came back with a glass of cold water and handed it to you before pouring himself a small amount of wine.

"You're really not that drunk, are you?" you asked, teasing lightly as you sipped the water.

Jay chuckled, settling beside you on the couch. not quite touching, but close enough that you could feel the heat of his body.

"I'm sober enough to know you're tipsy" he replied, voice smooth. "and sober enough to know you get chatty when you are."

You laughed softly, pulling your legs up onto the couch.

The alcohol made your thoughts swirl — memories of all those guitar lessons mixing with the deeper, filthier ones you tried to push down.

You'd been in love with him for years.

But lately, the need had grown teeth.

It wasn't just romantic anymore.

You wanted him.

Wanted his hands on you for reasons that had nothing to do with chord positions. wanted to know what his mouth felt like. wanted to taste him.

To have his cock in your mouth, heavy and warm, to hear the way his voice would break if you took him deep.

Not anyone else's. just Jay's.

Those thoughts had been getting louder since the lessons started two months ago.

Every time his fingers covered yours on the strings, every time his chest pressed against your back and he murmured instructions against your ear… you left his room throbbing, panties ruined, fingers slipping between your legs the second you got home.

And now here you were again, in his room, a little drunk, heart racing.

"Now you're quiet" Jay observed, tilting his head. his dark eyes studied you carefully. "what's going on in that head of yours?"

You bit your lip, feeling heat rise to your cheeks that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

"Just… thinking about how long we've been friends" you said, keeping your voice light. "feels weird sometimes. like we're actual adults now."

Jay hummed in agreement, taking a slow sip of wine. "yeah. but some things don't change." he glanced at you, a small smirk playing on his lips. "you still suck at guitar."

You gasped dramatically, shoving his shoulder. he laughed — that low, rich sound you loved — and caught your wrist gently before you could pull away.

"See? still easy to mess with."

His thumb brushed over the inside of your wrist, just once. the touch sent electricity straight down your spine. you didn't pull away.

The air between you felt thicker than usual. the golden lighting cast soft shadows across his face, making him look even more unfairly handsome. you could smell his cologne again, warm and familiar.

"Jay…" you started, not even sure what you wanted to say.

He raised an eyebrow, still holding your wrist loosely.

"Yeah?"

You swallowed. the need you’d been carrying for years — the filthy, aching want — sat heavy on your tongue. but you weren't brave enough yet.

Instead, you just smiled, shy but warm, and leaned your head against his shoulder like you'd done a hundred times before.

"I'm glad you're my best friend" you whispered.

Jay was quiet for a moment. then his hand shifted, resting lightly on your knee.

"Me too" he murmured.

But his fingers stayed there, warm through the fabric of your jeans, and neither of you moved to change the subject.

The night was still young, and the tension that had been building for years felt dangerously close to spilling over.

The water helped a little, but the alcohol still buzzed warmly through your system, making your limbs feel loose and your thoughts dangerously unguarded.

You watched Jay move across the room with that effortless grace he always had. he reached for one of his guitars, and your breath caught.

He picked up the acoustic — his prized custom-made gibson Vesper.

The instrument looked beautiful under the soft café-gold lighting: dark wood with elegant black binding, sleek and modern with a vampire-inspired design he'd once explained to you in detail.

It was his baby, the one he played when he wanted something intimate and warm-toned.

"I've been working on a new melody" he said casually, settling on the stool across from the couch. his long fingers wrapped around the neck of the Vesper like it was an extension of himself. "want to hear it?"

You nodded, maybe a little too eagerly. "yeah… show me."

He strummed a few soft chords first, then launched into the short piece. just five or six seconds of a smooth, melancholic melody that shifted into something warmer, almost seductive in its simplicity.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration, lips parted just a fraction as he focused. the way his fingers moved — precise, confident, pressing and sliding along the frets — made heat pool low in your stomach.

God, you didn't even know if you actually cared about learning guitar anymore.

Was it the music? or was it just him?

The way his forearms flexed, the focused set of his jaw, the way the warm light caught on his sharp cheekbones and made his dark hair look softer.

You wanted him so badly it embarrassed you sometimes.

Especially tonight, with the alcohol making your skin feel too hot and your inhibitions paper-thin.

In your head, the thoughts were already spiraling: kneeling between his legs, taking his cock into your mouth, tasting him, hearing that low voice of his break while you sucked him deep. not just any dick. his.

Jay finished the short melody and looked up, smirking when he saw your expression.

"Not bad, right?" he asked.

"It was beautiful" you said honestly, your voice a little breathy. "i love how it sounds on the Vesper."

He stood and walked over, offering you the guitar. "you know the basics now. let's try teaching you your first real short melody. nothing too crazy."

You took the Vesper carefully, the wood warm from his hands.

On the outside, you looked focused and innocent, adjusting the strap and sitting up straighter.

"Posture." Jay reminded you.

He moved behind you on the couch, one leg on either side of your body so he could reach around. his chest pressed lightly against your back as he corrected the angle of the guitar on your lap.

One hand settled on your shoulder to straighten your back, the other sliding down to adjust your left hand on the fretboard.

His touch was warm. deliberate.

You bit your lip hard without thinking, a quiet little sound escaping as his fingers covered yours, guiding them into position. the alcohol made it impossible to hide your reaction — your cheeks burned, your thighs pressed together instinctively.

Jay paused. you could feel him smirk against the side of your head.

"Easy there" he murmured, voice low and teasing near your ear. "don't break my strings with that death grip. or is the Vesper too much for you tonight?"

You let out a shaky laugh. "shut up. i'm trying."

He didn't move away immediately. his fingers stayed over yours a second longer than necessary, then he pulled back just enough to watch but remained close.

"Go ahead. start with the first four chords i showed you last time. slow."

You tried.

Your fingers felt clumsier than usual from the drinks, but you managed to hit the notes — not fluid, not pretty, but recognizable. better than a total beginner.

The Vesper's rich tone filled the room even with your imperfect playing.

Jay hummed approvingly. "not terrible. you're improving."

Then, out of nowhere, he dropped the bomb.

"So… how was that blind date with Sunghoon a week ago?"

Your fingers slipped. a horrible, discordant twang rang out from the guitar. you winced.

"Why are you asking about that?" you said quickly, glancing over your shoulder at him.

Jay shrugged, leaning back against the couch but still watching you closely. his expression was casual, but his eyes were sharp. "just curious. Jake mentioned Sunghoon told him you two… hooked up."

The room felt suddenly warmer. you stared down at the guitar, fingers frozen on the strings.

It was true.

You'd gone on that blind date desperate to convince yourself that your insane attraction to Jay was just horniness. just lack of sex.

Sunghoon was good-looking, you'd slept with him after a couple of drinks. the sex had been… fine. mechanically okay.

But it left you emptier than before. because all you could think about during and after was Jay. how you wished it was Jay's hands, Jay's mouth.

It had only made your filthy fantasies about your best friend worse.

You tried to play it off, strumming a few awkward notes that sounded completely off-key. "Jake needs to mind his own business. why is he such a gossip?"

Jay chuckled, that low, amused sound that always sent shivers down your spine. he reached over and gently corrected your finger placement again, his touch lingering.

"Because he's Jake. and you're avoiding the question."

You huffed, the alcohol making you bolder even as embarrassment burned your face. "it happened, okay? it was… whatever. not life-changing."

Jay raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by how flustered you were getting. "not life-changing? damn. poor Sunghoon. but ifeel like details are missing."

You shot him a look, trying to sound defensive. "i've grown up, you know. i'm not that irresponsible girl from high school who told you every dirty detail about her first time in graphic, disgusting detail anymore."

Jay laughed outright at that, leaning closer again. his breath brushed your neck.

"Oh yeah? because i remember that conversation very clearly. you did not hold back. 'it felt like a sad hot dog in a hallway' was the line that still lives rent-free in my head."

You groaned, covering your face with one hand while still awkwardly holding the guitar with the other. "i was drunk and stupid! and like… seventeen."

"You're still a little drunk tonight" he pointed out, voice teasing but softer. "and still oversharing, apparently."

The conversation hung between you, heavy with years of history. you tried to play again, but your notes kept clashing — messy, out of rhythm, completely unfocused.

Jay didn't stop you. he just watched, eyes dark and thoughtful under the warm lighting.

You sighed. "it was just an escape, Jay. i thought maybe if i… did something, it would quiet my head. but it didn't. it was okay, but… it wasn't..." you trailed off, not brave enough to finish that sentence.

It wasn't you.

Jay was quiet for a long moment. his hand came to rest on your lower back, a casual but intimate touch as he leaned in to adjust your right hand strumming position.

"You're thinking too hard" he said eventually, voice low. "that's why it sounds like the guitar is in pain."

You laughed despite yourself, the sound shaky.

Being this close to him, drunk, with his hands on you and your mind full of filthy thoughts about sucking him off right here in this room… it was torture.

The lesson continued like that for a while longer.

Jay guided you through the simple melody, patient even when your playing fell apart. every correction involved him touching you — fingers on yours, hand on your waist to fix posture, knee brushing your thigh.

Each touch sent sparks through your body.

At one point you shifted on the couch, and your thigh pressed firmly against his. you didn't move away. neither did he.

"You're really warm" he commented after a while, almost absentmindedly. "still feeling the drinks?"

"Yeah" you admitted, biting your lip again as his fingers guided yours into a new chord. "everything feels… a lot right now."

Jay hummed. his voice dropped lower. "i can tell."

The air in the room felt thicker.

And as Jay leaned in once more to correct your hand, his lips accidentally brushing the shell of your ear as he murmured instructions, you wondered how much longer you could keep pretending this was just about learning guitar.

The warmth of his breath sent a shiver racing down your spine. you froze, fingers stiffening on the frets of the Vesper.

The rich, dark wood of the guitar felt heavier in your lap now, like it knew the real reason your heart was hammering.

"I… i think i can't keep playing right now" you admitted, voice softer than you intended. the alcohol made your words feel thick on your tongue. "i'd love to, though. your Vesper sounds so beautiful. it's honestly such a pretty guitar. the tone is just… perfect."

Jay pulled back slightly, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. that sound — God, that sound — always did dangerous things to you.

He reached around you to gently take the guitar from your hands, his fingers brushing over yours one last time.

"Yeah? she's my favorite for a reason" he said, standing up with the instrument.

He walked over to the stand and carefully placed the custom Gibson Vesper back in its spot, adjusting it with the same care he always showed his things.

You watched him move, the soft golden lighting casting gentle shadows along his shoulders and arms.

The room felt smaller now. cozier. the faint scent of wine still lingered in the air, mixing with his cologne and the wood polish from his guitars.

He turned back to you, hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans. "it's getting late anyway. past eleven already. you're pretty drunk, and i'm not letting you go home like this. you can just stay over. saves time, and your brothers are probably still up causing chaos."

You let out a bright, tipsy laugh, the kind that came out a little too loud because of the alcohol. "yeah? okay. i'd like that. a lot, actually."

Jay's smirk deepened, but there was something softer behind it. "didn't even think twice, huh?"

"Nope" you said, popping the 'p' playfully.

He walked over to the built-in closet near the back of the room and pulled out clothes. two oversized t-shirts — one black, one dark gray — and a pair of soft black pajama shorts.

He held them out to you.

'Here. you can wear these. that dress looks cute but it's not exactly sleep-friendly. too cold in here at night if you're not covered up properly."

You stood up, a little unsteady, and took the clothes from him.

Your fingers brushed his, and you felt that familiar spark again. "thanks, Jay."

Before he could say anything else, you grabbed the bundle and slipped behind the heavy cream-colored curtain that separated the small changing corner from the rest of the room.

It was something he'd put up after one too many late-night study sessions when you'd crash here.

You heard him laugh quietly on the other side.

"Drunk you is way shyer than sober you" he teased, voice warm with amusement. "usually you just strip down in front of me like i'm not even here. claiming 'we're best friends, it doesn't matter.' but the second alcohol hits… curtain time."

You fumbled with the zipper of your dress, cheeks burning. "shut up. i'm being responsible."

"Responsible" he echoed, clearly not buying it. you could hear him moving around, already changing too. "sure."

"I am!" you called back, laughing as you pulled his t-shirt over your head. it smelled like him — clean laundry, faint cologne, and that comforting warmth that always made your stomach flip.

The shorts were a little loose on your hips, but they were soft and comfortable. "i've grown up. i'm not that chaotic high school girl anymore."

You stepped out from behind the curtain, adjusting the hem of the oversized shirt. and then you stopped dead.

Jay was in the middle of pulling his own shirt on.

He already had the gray pajama shorts on, hanging low on his hips, but his torso was still bare. the warm lighting highlighted every line of muscle on his chest and abdomen — the result of casual gym sessions.

His skin looked smooth, shoulders broad, that sharp V-line disappearing into the waistband of his shorts.

You let out a soft, involuntary exhale, almost a gasp. your heart skipped hard.

Jay noticed immediately. he tugged the shirt down quickly, but not before you got a full view.

His eyebrow arched, that signature smirk returning.

"Damn. you really are wasted tonight" he said, voice low and teasing as he stepped closer. "if you want, i can tie you up so you can control yourself better. keep those wandering eyes in check."

Your brain short-circuited for a second.

Yes. God, yes. tie me up. use me. anything.

The filthy thought flashed through your mind so fast it made you dizzy. but on the outside, you just let out a nervous laugh, shoving his shoulder lightly.

"Stop it" you mumbled, still smiling. "i'm fine. perfectly fine. just… surprised you're changing in the middle of the room, that's all."

He chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair. "this is my room. and you've seen me shirtless plenty of times. at the beach last summer, remember? or when we went swimming at Sunoo's parents' pool?"

"That was different" you muttered, walking over to the couch and dropping down onto it, pulling one of the soft blankets over your legs.

Your face felt hot. the alcohol wasn't helping you hide anything.

Jay followed, sitting on the other end of the couch but turning toward you. the room felt even more intimate now — just the two of you in comfortable clothes, the golden lights dimmed slightly, the faint sound of the city outside barely audible.

"So" he said after a moment, grabbing the half-empty bottle of water and taking a sip before offering it to you. "you really didn't enjoy it with Sunghoon?"

You groaned, covering your face with both hands. "we're back to this?"

"I'm curious" he said simply. "you're my best friend. if some guy didn't treat you right or couldn't make it good for you, i need to know. i'll kick his ass if necessary."

You peeked at him through your fingers. he looked genuinely relaxed, but there was that focused intensity in his eyes again — the same one he got when he was trying to read you.

"It wasn't bad" you said slowly, lowering your hands. "he was… nice. polite. good-looking, obviously. but it just felt… mechanical. like we were both going through the motions. i thought maybe sleeping with someone would help clear my head about certain things, but it only made it worse."

Jay tilted his head. "worse how?"

You shrugged, tracing patterns on the blanket with your finger.

Your mind was still swirling with images you couldn't say out loud —his low groans filling this exact room.

"Just… confirmed some stuff" you said vaguely. "that i'm probably not built for casual stuff. my brain gets too loud."

Jay was quiet for a beat. then he shifted closer, stretching his arm along the back of the couch until his fingers lightly brushed your shoulder again.

"You've always been like that" he murmured. "even back in high school. you overthink everything. except when you're telling me way too many details about your personal life."

You laughed, the sound breathy. "i was young and stupid. and you were the only person i trusted enough to say that stuff to."

"Still am?" he asked, voice quieter now.

You met his eyes. the tension between you felt alive, humming under the surface. "yeah. still you."

The silence stretched comfortably. Jay eventually stood up. he grabbed another blanket and tossed it over you before settling back down — closer this time, so your legs were almost touching.

"Remember when we first became friends?" he asked suddenly, staring at the ceiling. "you used to sit there during lunch, pretending you weren't listening to me play. i thought you were cute. shy, but cute."

Your heart fluttered. "i had the biggest crush on you for like… two years before i even admitted it to myself."

Jay turned his head to look at you, surprise flickering across his face for a split second before that cool mask returned. "Yeah?"

"Yeah" you whispered, the alcohol making you honest. "but you were always so… you. cool. talented. out of reach. so i settled for being your best friend instead."

He didn't answer right away. instead, he reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. his touch lingered.

"You're not out of reach to me" he said softly.

The words hung heavy in the air. your body felt warm all over — from the drinks, from his proximity, from years of wanting.

You turned onto your side to face him better, the blanket slipping down slightly.

"Jay… can i ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Have you ever… thought about me like that? more than just a friend?"

He was quiet for a long moment, dark eyes studying your face. then he gave you that half-smirk again, the one that made your knees weak.

"I'm not drunk enough to answer that tonight."

You laughed, but there was nervous excitement bubbling inside you. "coward."

"Maybe" he said, chuckling. "or maybe i'm just responsible. one of us has to be when the other is this tipsy."

You spent the next hour talking like that — about old memories, stupid fights you had in high school, the group chats with Heeseung and Jake that always got chaotic, how weird it felt to be actual adults now.

Eventually, you both were in bed under thin blankets.

Jay's voice was low and soothing. every once in a while his hand would brush your arm, casual touches that felt anything but.

At some point you shifted, and your head ended up resting against his chest.

He didn't push you away. instead, his arm came around you, holding you loosely.

"You're warm" you mumbled sleepily, the alcohol finally catching up to you fully.

"So are you" he replied, voice barely above a whisper.

Your mind kept drifting back to filthy places even as sleep pulled at you — imagining sliding your hand under the waistband of his shorts, tasting his skin, hearing him say your name in that deep tone.

But for now, you let yourself enjoy the closeness. the safety.

Jay's fingers traced slow patterns on your back through the t-shirt.

"Get some sleep" he murmured against the top of your head. "we'll talk more in the morning. when you're sober."

You nodded, eyes already closing.

But even as you drifted off, safe in his arms in the soft golden light of his room, you knew one thing for certain:

Pretending was getting harder and harder.

You lay there for what felt like forever, curled against his side under the soft blanket, but sleep refused to come.

The alcohol had loosened your body, but your mind was wide awake, buzzing with years of suppressed feelings and the heavy warmth of Jay's arm draped loosely around you.

Every small shift of his body, every steady breath he took, made your skin prickle with awareness.

Jay wasn't sleeping either. you knew him too well — he never could fully relax until he knew you were safe and asleep. it was one of those quiet protective habits he'd had since high school.

With a soft sigh, you sat up slowly, the oversized t-shirt slipping slightly off one shoulder. you stayed close, your thigh still pressed against his.

Jay shifted beside you, propping himself up on one elbow. his dark hair was slightly messy, and his eyes scanned your face with that familiar sharpness.

"Can't sleep?" he asked quietly.

You shook your head. "too many thoughts."

He hummed in understanding but didn't push. for a moment, comfortable silence settled between you again. then you spoke, the alcohol still giving you just enough courage.

"You know… i doubt Jake would've randomly told you about Sunghoon unless you asked him first." you turned your head to look at him directly. "so why the curiosity, Jay?"

Jay let out a slow sigh, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the ceiling for a second. when he looked back at you, his expression was calm but serious.

"Because you're my best friend" he said simply. "it's my job to look out for you. to make sure no dickhead hurts you, gets your hopes up, or leaves you feeling like shit afterward. i've been doing that since we were in secondary school. nothing's changed."

You fell quiet, processing his words.

The weight of them sat heavy in your chest. his protection had always felt safe… but lately it felt like something more. something that made your stomach twist in confusing, needy ways.

Jay noticed your silence. he tilted his head slightly. "why are you thinking about all of this right now? you know i worry about you. that's not new."

You bit your lip, fingers playing with the edge of the blanket. "i guess… i've been wondering lately if i've ever mistaken your protection for something else. like… possessiveness."

Jay stared at you for a beat, then let out a low, genuine laugh — the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.

He sat up fully now, swinging his legs so he was facing you directly. the movement brought him much closer, your knees nearly touching, his presence suddenly filling your space.

"Possessiveness?" he repeated, still chuckling in disbelief. "you're way too drunk to be throwing words like that around."

You met his gaze, your heart beating faster. "i'm drunk, but i'm sober enough to notice that you're the one acting weird tonight."

Jay laughed again, softer this time, shaking his head. "me? weird?"

He leaned in a little, voice dropping. "you're the one whose breathing keeps changing every time i get close. the one who keeps pressing your thighs together when my hand brushes your arm or when i fix your posture during lessons. you think i don't notice?"

Your mouth went dry. heat flooded your cheeks.

He was right — painfully right. you'd been doing exactly that for the past two months during every guitar session. and tonight, with the alcohol stripping away your filters, it was impossible to hide.

You stayed silent for a long moment, just looking at him. then you put on that fake-innocent expression you knew he could see right through — wide eyes, slight tilt of your head.

"If you know all of that… why don't you do anything about it?"

The question hung in the air like smoke. Jay's smirk faded into something more intense, more focused. his dark eyes searched yours carefully.

"Because i'd never do anything you haven't asked for" he said, voice low and steady. "not with you. never."

Your face grew hotter. you could feel the blush spreading down your neck.

The tension in the room thickened, wrapping around both of you. you were hyper-aware of everything: the way his bare arm looked under the golden light, the faint scent of his skin mixed with the laundry detergent on the t-shirt he was wearing, how close his mouth was if you just leaned forward a few inches.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. "and if i did ask… would you give it to me?"

Jay didn't answer with words right away.

Instead, he reached out slowly, his fingers gently brushing your hair away from your face before tucking it carefully behind your ear.

The touch was light, but it sent electricity racing across your skin. His hand lingered there for a second, thumb grazing your cheekbone.

Then he nodded. once. slow and deliberate.

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

The simple gesture and that quiet confirmation made your stomach flip violently.

In your mind, the thoughts rushed in unfiltered — filthy, desperate images of his hands on your body, his voice in your ear, finally giving in to what you'd wanted for years. but you stayed still, letting the tension stretch.

Jay's eyes stayed locked on yours, calm but burning with something deeper. he didn't move closer or pull away. he just waited, giving you the space to decide what came next.

"You're really going to make me say it out loud, huh?" you murmured, a nervous little smile tugging at your lips.

He smirked again, that trademark Jay confidence returning. "i'm not assuming anything with you. i've known you too long. if this is what you want, you're going to have to be clear."

You let out a shaky breath, shifting slightly on the bed.

Your thigh pressed more firmly against his. neither of you moved away.

"I've wanted this for so long" you admitted quietly, the alcohol and years of repression loosening your tongue.

"Not just tonight. since we were in high school. every time you taught me guitar… every time we'd end up here talking until 3 a.m.… it's been driving me crazy."

Jay listened without interrupting, his expression unreadable but his body language open.

He moved one hand on the bed near your leg, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him.

"You hid it well" he said eventually, voice rougher than before. "most of the time."

"Guess i'm not hiding it anymore."

He chuckled softly. "No. you're really not."

Another stretch of heavy silence. your eyes dropped to his mouth for a second before flicking back up. Jay noticed, of course.

He always noticed.

"You're nervous" he observed, not teasing this time. just stating it. "your pulse is going crazy right here." his fingers lightly touched the side of your neck, feeling your heartbeat.

You didn't deny it. instead, you leaned into his touch just slightly.

"I'm nervous because it's you" you whispered. "because if we do this… it changes everything."

Jay's thumb brushed slowly along your jaw. "it doesn't have to. not unless we want it to."

His words were careful, responsible — so typically Jay.

Even now, when the air between you crackled with years of built-up desire, he was still thinking about protecting what you had. it only made you want him more.

You stayed like that for a while longer, talking in low voices.

Every small movement — your fingers brushing his arm — felt loaded.

The tension was thick enough to taste. your body ached with it, a deep, warm need that had been growing for years, sharpened by every guitar lesson, every late-night conversation, every moment you'd spent pretending.

But still, you didn't cross the line. not yet.

The silence between you stretched, thick and electric. your heart hammered so hard you were sure he could hear it.

The soft lighting in Jay's room wrapped around both of you like a secret, making every small movement feel heavier than it should.

You shifted closer on the bed, moving until you were on your knees beside him.

Jay was leaning back against the pillows in a way that left space — deliberate space. if you wanted to climb on him, kiss him, do anything… he wouldn't pull away. his dark eyes followed you calmly, patient as always.

"You don't have to feel any pressure" he said quietly, voice low and steady. "even Heeseung and Jake noticed. they've been telling me for weeks how obviously into me you are. i couldn't exactly deny feeling it too… but i didn't want to make things weird between us."

His honesty hit you hard. you leaned in slowly and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, lingering there for a second. his skin was warm under your lips.

"I don't want things to get uncomfortable either" you whispered against his cheek. "if we do this… if something happens… i promise i can pretend it never did. until we figure out how we really feel. no pressure on you either.”

Jay nodded once, then shifted back until he was leaning against the headboard of his bed.

The blankets were rumpled around you both.

You hesitated only a moment longer before swinging one leg over his lap and settling yourself straddling him.

The oversized t-shirt you wore rode up your thighs slightly as you sat down. Jay's hands came up naturally to rest on your waist — steady, supportive, but respectful.

His fingers didn't wander lower. he simply held you there, giving you balance without pushing for more.

For a few seconds, neither of you spoke. you were both breathing a little heavier. your hands rested on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under the thin fabric of his shirt.

You traced small, nervous circles with your fingertips, exploring the firm muscle you'd stared at so many times during those guitar lessons.

Jay watched you closely, that cool, observant expression still on his face even now.

"You've been thinking about this for a long time, haven't you?" he murmured.

You nodded, biting your lip. your hands slid slowly up his chest to his shoulders, then back down again, feeling the warmth of him through the shirt. "yeah… especially during those lessons. every time you sat behind me… every time your hands were on mine…"

You leaned forward and kissed his other cheek, then the corner of his jaw. your fingers kept moving, sliding over his collarbones, down his arms, learning the shape of him like you'd wanted to for years.

Jay's grip on your waist tightened just slightly — not enough to control, just enough to show he was affected.

"You have no idea how hard it's been keeping my hands where they belong during those lessons" he said, voice dropping lower, a little rougher around the edges.

"Sitting that close to you, feeling you react every time i touch your fingers… knowing you're getting wet just from that. it's been driving me fucking crazy too."

Your breath hitched at his words. the slight dirty edge to them — so rare from him — sent heat rushing through your whole body. you pressed your palms flat against his chest again, feeling how his breathing had changed.

"I want you to teach me what good sex feels like, Jay" you finally whispered, the words spilling out shy but honest.

Your face burned as you said it, but you didn't look away.

Jay's eyes darkened, but he still held himself back. his thumbs brushed slow, soothing circles on your waist over the t-shirt.

"You're sure?" he asked, even now checking. "we can stop anytime. this doesn't change anything if you don't want it to."

"I'm sure" you breathed.

You leaned in and finally kissed him properly.

The first kiss was soft — tentative, testing.

His lips were warm and surprisingly gentle against yours. then you tilted your head a little more, deepening it, and Jay responded with a low hum that vibrated through his chest.

One of his hands stayed firmly on your waist while the other came up to cup the back of your neck, not pulling, just supporting.

You kissed him again, slower this time, savoring it. your hands grew bolder, sliding under the hem of his shirt to touch bare skin.

You traced the lines of his abs, feeling the way his stomach tensed under your fingertips. Jay let out a quiet breath against your mouth when your nails grazed lightly over his skin.

"Fuck..." he muttered between kisses, voice husky. "you've been holding back a lot, haven't you? all those times you sat in this room acting innocent while your mind was somewhere filthy…"

You smiled shyly against his lips, still that mix of timid and needy. "Maybe."

Your hands kept exploring — running up his back, feeling the muscle there, then back to his chest.

You could feel how hard his heart was beating. you shifted slightly in his lap, not grinding, just adjusting closer, and Jay's fingers flexed on your waist.

He kissed you again, a little deeper this time, his tongue brushing yours carefully. when you pulled back for air, he rested his forehead against yours.

"You're shaking" he observed quietly, always noticing everything. "still nervous?"

"A little" you admitted, your fingers still tracing patterns on his chest under his shirt. "but i want this. i've wanted it for so long."

Jay's hand slid up your back in a slow, comforting stroke. "then we take it slow. i'm not rushing anything with you."

His voice dropped again, that slight dirty tone returning. "even if i've thought about bending you over that guitar stool more times than i should admit."

Your face flushed hot. you kissed him again to hide your embarrassment, hands cupping his face now.

The kiss grew heavier, more urgent, but Jay kept control — never letting his hands move lower than your waist, never pushing your hips down against him.

You broke the kiss and pressed your face into his neck, breathing him in as your fingers continued their slow exploration of his torso.

You could feel him getting hard beneath you, but he made no move to do anything about it.

"Tell me what you've thought about" you whispered against his skin, shy but curious.

Jay let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your cheek. "you really want to hear that right now?"

You nodded, kissing his neck softly.

He exhaled slowly. "a lot of nights after you left these lessons… i thought about how pretty you look when you're concentrated. how your breathing changes when i get close. thought about what sounds you'd make if i finally touched you properly instead of pretending it was just about guitar chords."

Your thighs squeezed instinctively around his hips. Jay noticed but didn't comment on it, just kept talking in that low, controlled voice.

"I've wondered how you'd taste" he added, almost casually. "how you'd look sitting on my lap like this, trying so hard to stay quiet because your brothers might hear if we were at your house."

You let out a shaky breath, your hands tightening on his shoulders.

The tension was almost unbearable now — heavy, aching, delicious. you kissed him again, deeper, your body pressing closer against his chest while your hands roamed freely under his shirt.

Jay kissed you back with the same measured intensity, one hand still steady on your waist, the other gently threading through your hair. he was hard beneath you, you could feel it clearly, but he remained the same Jay — cool-headed, teasing even now.

"You're going to kill me if you keep touching me like that" he murmured against your lips, a hint of a smirk in his voice. "those hands have been driving me insane for months."

You smiled, a little breathless, and kissed the corner of his mouth. "good. because you've been doing the same to me every single lesson."

The two of you stayed like that for a long time — kissing slowly, touching carefully, talking in low voices between heated moments.

The world outside felt far away. years of friendship and hidden desire were finally cracking open, but still slowly, still safely.

Jay pulled back after one particularly long kiss, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Still okay?" he asked, eyes searching yours.

You nodded, leaning in to kiss him again.

Neither of you were ready to stop yet. the night was young, the tension was perfect, and for the first time, you weren't pretending anymore.

You kept kissing him, deeper now, with a hunger that surprised even you. despite the innocent, pure look on your face — wide eyes, flushed cheeks — any shyness had melted away under the heat of the alcohol and years of built-up need.

Your hands moved with purpose, sliding down Jay's chest, over his stomach, until you boldly palmed the obvious bulge straining against his gray pajama shorts.

Jay let out a sharp breath against your mouth, then another low sigh as your fingers rubbed him slowly through the fabric. je was hard, thick, and warm under your touch. you didn't hesitate, stroking him with more confidence, feeling him twitch under your palm.

"Fuck…" he muttered between kisses, his voice rougher.

He finally broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down between your bodies.

There you were — straddling him, hand shamelessly rubbing his erection right beneath where you sat. his dark eyes darkened further.

"You're not playing around tonight, huh?" he said, voice low and slightly amused, but clearly affected.

You leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear, your voice needy and breathless. "i need you so bad right now, Jay… please. i want you to fuck me."

Jay let out a short, surprised laugh, the sound husky. "then take all your clothes off" he said, half-joking, half-challenging, that signature teasing tone still there even now.

But you were too far gone.

Without hesitation, you sat back on his thighs and pulled the oversized t-shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest. then you lifted your hips and slid the pajama shorts down your legs, kicking them aside until you were left in just your panties.

Your skin felt hot under his gaze.

Jay cursed under his breath — a low, impressed "shit…" — as his eyes raked over your body. his hands stayed respectful on your waist for a moment longer before he helped steady you.

"Come here" he murmured, pulling you back onto his lap properly.

The kissing resumed, hotter this time.

Your hand returned to stroking him through his shorts while his mouth moved from your lips to your jaw, then down your neck.

He sucked lightly on your skin, not enough to leave marks yet, but enough to make you whimper softly.

You ground against his bulge slowly, feeling the friction through the thin layers separating you. Jay's breathing grew heavier, his hands finally sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts.

"You've been hiding this body from me during all those lessons?" he said against your neck, voice low and a little dirty. "sitting there acting all innocent while i was trying not to think about how you'd look like this… straddling me, touching my cock like you own it."

You moaned softly at his words, your hand squeezing him firmer. "i thought about it every time."

Jay kissed you hard again, then shifted both of you. he moved you off his lap gently and stood up, quickly pulling his own shirt off and dropping his shorts.

His cock sprang free — hard, flushed, and bigger than you'd imagined in your filthiest thoughts. he was smooth, well-kept, the head already glistening.

He sat back down against the headboard and pulled you back on top, but this time he guided you into a different position.

He turned you so you were facing away from him, your back to his chest, straddling his lap in reverse.

"Like this" he said quietly, voice steady but thick with want. "i want to feel you."

His hands settled on your hips, guiding you as you lowered yourself.

He didn't enter you yet — instead, he pulled your panties to the side and slid his cock between your folds, letting you grind along his length. the heat of him against your wet pussy made you gasp.

You leaned back against his chest, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you steady while his other hand reached down to rub slow circles on your clit.

His mouth was right by your ear, breathing warm against it.

"Slow" he reminded you, always in some control. "we've got all night."

You rocked your hips, sliding along his cock, coating him with how wet you were.

Jay groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your back. he kept rubbing your clit with practiced fingers, occasionally squeezing your breast with his free hand, rolling your nipple gently.

"Feel how hard you made me?" he murmured, lips brushing your ear. "all those guitar lessons… you sitting between my legs, biting your lip every time i touched you. i wanted to pull you back against me just like this."

You moaned, moving faster against him. Jay adjusted his grip, lifting you slightly before finally guiding the head of his cock to your entrance.

"Ready?" he asked, checking one last time.

"Yes" you breathed.

He lowered you slowly onto him, inch by inch.

The stretch was perfect — full, deep, overwhelming in the best way.

When he bottomed out, both of you let out shaky breaths. he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, his arm tight around your waist, the other hand still between your legs rubbing your clit.

Then he started moving.

He thrust up into you in a steady rhythm, deep and controlled.

You braced your hands on his thighs, leaning forward slightly as you rode him in reverse, matching his pace.

The position let him hit deep with every roll of his hips, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you.

Jay's breathing was ragged now, but his voice stayed low near your ear. "that's it… just like that. you feel so fucking good."

His hand on your clit never stopped, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

The other hand gripped your hip, guiding you down onto him harder.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the warm room, mixed with your soft moans and his occasional low groans.

You leaned further forward, hands on his knees for leverage, bouncing on his cock while he thrust up to meet you. Jay cursed again, the view from behind clearly affecting him.

"Look at you" he said, voice strained but still teasing. "taking me so well after wanting it for years…"

The pleasure built fast — the angle, his fingers on your clit, the deep thrusts.

Your thighs started trembling. Jay noticed, as always, and wrapped his arm tighter around you, holding you close as he fucked you through it.

Your back arching against his chest, a broken moan leaving your lips. Jay kept moving, slower now, drawing it out, murmuring quiet praise against your neck.

He didn't stop completely. after you caught your breath, he guided you to lean all the way forward, chest almost to the bed, still connected.

He sat up straighter behind you, hands on your hips as he thrust deeper, faster, chasing his own release.

The position was intense — you face down, ass up, Jay behind you thrusting with controlled power. his hands roamed your back, occasionally gripping your hair lightly to pull you back against him.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight" he groaned.

You pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. Jay's pace grew more urgent, but he never lost that cool edge — always making sure you were okay, his hands soothing even as he fucked you harder.

You kept moving on him, rolling your hips in a slow, needy rhythm as you rode Jay in reverse.

Your back was pressed against his chest, his cock buried deep inside you with every downward motion.

The stretch felt incredible, and the position let you feel every inch of him. your hands gripped his thighs for balance while his arm stayed wrapped around your waist, the other hand still teasing your clit with slow, deliberate circles.

But Jay had other plans.

His hands slid to your hips, gripping firmly but not harshly.

With a low murmur against your ear — "let me take over for a bit" — he guided you forward. you leaned down, hands bracing on the bed as he smoothly shifted your body off his lap and onto all fours. the transition was fluid, his cock slipping out for just a second before he positioned himself behind you.

Your hips stayed high, ass up, while your chest and face pressed down into the mattress.

The soft sheets muffled your heavy breathing as Jay knelt behind you.

He reached forward, gathering both of your arms gently but decisively, pulling them behind your lower back. he held your wrists together with one hand, limiting your movement without being overly restrictive.

His grip was secure, controlling, but still careful — classic Jay.

"Fuck… Jay…" you moaned loudly, the sound shameless and needy.

Your voice echoed in the warm room, much louder than you'd ever been with anyone else. "it feels so deep like this…"

He rubbed the head of his cock along your soaked folds for a moment, teasing, before pushing back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust.

You cried out, face buried in the mattress as your ass stayed arched high for him.

Jay started moving — deep and fast, but not brutal.

Each thrust was powerful and controlled, hitting that perfect spot inside you with precision. the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, steady and rhythmic.

"Shit, listen to you" he said, voice low and slightly amused even now.

"You're so loud tonight. all those years pretending to be shy during our lessons… and now you're moaning like this with your face in my bed."

You whimpered loudly in response, unable to hold back. "i can't help it… you're so deep— ahh!" another loud moan tore from your throat as he thrust particularly deep, holding it there for a second before resuming his pace.

Jay kept your wrists pinned at your lower back with one hand while his other hand reached up and gathered your hair.

He didn't yank it — he simply held it firmly, using it as leverage to keep your head down against the mattress while he fucked you. the gentle tug on your scalp sent sparks through your body.

"That's it" he murmured, breathing heavier but still composed. "keep that ass up for me. you feel incredible like this… so wet. been thinking about this view for months every time you left my room."

Your moans grew louder, unrestrained. every deep thrust pushed a new sound out of you — high-pitched whimpers mixed with desperate gasps and full moans.

Your hips pushed back against him instinctively, meeting his rhythm as much as his grip on your wrists allowed.

"Jay— oh god, right there— fuck" you cried out, voice breaking. Your face stayed pressed into the sheets, cheek turned to the side, eyes half-closed in pleasure.

He leaned forward slightly, chest closer to your back, changing the angle just enough to make you see stars.

His thrusts never faltered — consistent, deep, fast enough to make your thighs shake but never rough enough to cross into discomfort.

"You're squeezing me so tight" he groaned near your ear, voice rough but still that familiar Jay tone — teasing underneath the lust. "all that tension from the guitar lessons finally coming out, huh?… you were this wet thinking about me fucking you like this?"

"Yes— fuck" you moaned loudly, almost sobbing into the mattress.

Your body rocked forward with each thrust, but Jay's hold on your wrists and hair kept you exactly where he wanted you. "i need more… please don't stop—"

He didn't.

He kept the pace steady, fucking you thoroughly.

Minutes passed like this — long, drawn-out, filthy minutes filled with the wet sounds of your bodies connecting and your increasingly loud moans. Jay would occasionally slow down to grind deep inside you, letting you feel every inch, before picking up speed again.

After a while, he released your wrists but only to adjust your position further.

He gently pushed your upper body fully down onto the bed, guiding you into a prone-bone angle — your hips still tilted up, legs slightly spread, chest and face pressed flat against the mattress.

He moved with you, covering your back with his chest as he slid back inside.

This new position felt even deeper. Jay's weight pressed you into the bed as he thrust down into you, one hand still tangled in your hair, the other braced beside your head for support.

"Still good?" he asked between thrusts, voice low and caring even as he fucked you harder. "tell me if it's too much."

"It's— ah... it's perfect— Jay, fuck" your voice was loud and broken, moans spilling out continuously now.

The mattress muffled some of them, but not enough. you were loud, needy, completely lost in the sensation.

Jay let out a low chuckle that turned into a groan as you clenched around him. "you're going to wake up the whole house if you keep moaning like that. not that i mind… i like hearing how much you need this."

He kept the rhythm deep and fast, hips snapping against your ass with controlled power.

The angle made his cock drag perfectly against your g-spot with every stroke. his hand in your hair kept you grounded, his lips occasionally brushing your shoulder or the back of your neck as he fucked you.

"You're doing so well" he murmured, voice husky against your ear. "my best friend moaning my name while i fuck her exactly how she needs."

"Jay— please…" you whined loudly, pushing your hips back as much as the position allowed. your hands gripped the sheets tightly, body trembling from the sustained pleasure.

He kept going, deep, fast, relentless but never rough.

Always observant — adjusting when your moans pitched higher, slowing for a few strokes when your thighs shook too much, then building the pace again.

Jay kept his steady, deep rhythm, fucking you thoroughly from behind while you stayed pressed into the mattress. your loud moans continued filling the room without filter — raw, needy, and unrestrained.

But he wasn't done changing things up.

He slowed his thrusts gradually, then pulled out carefully.

Before you could protest the sudden emptiness, he flipped you onto your back with strong but gentle hands.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was between your legs again, spreading them wide and settling on top of you.

This time, though, he hooked both of your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half.

Your hips lifted off the bed as he leaned forward, bringing his face close to yours. the new angle made everything feel impossibly deeper.

"Jay— fuck—" you moaned loudly as he pushed back inside you in one smooth motion.

Your voice cracked with pleasure, eyes fluttering. "it's so deep like this… i can feel everything—"

He braced his hands on either side of your head, his dark eyes locked on your face as he started moving again. deep, fast strokes that made your breasts bounce with every thrust.

Your legs trembled over his shoulders, ankles near his ears.

Jay's expression stayed focused — that cool, controlled look mixed with clear desire.

He wasn't being rough, but the way he drove into you was relentless, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

"Look at me" he said, voice low and a little strained. "want to see your face while i fuck you."

You tried, but another loud moan tore from your throat as he ground deep inside you, rolling his hips in a way that made your toes curl. "ah— Jay, right there— don't stop—"

Your hands flew up to grip his arms, nails digging into his biceps as he held you folded beneath him.

The position left you completely exposed, hips tilted up, taking every inch of his cock with each thrust.

You were so loud now — moaning, whimpering, gasping his name repeatedly.

The sounds bounced off the walls of his warm-lit room.

Jay leaned down further, almost bending you in half, and kissed you messily.

His tongue slid against yours as he kept thrusting, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. when he pulled back, his breathing was heavier.

"You're so fucking loud tonight" he murmured against your lips, a hint of that teasing smirk appearing even now.

"I can't— ah, it feels too good—" you cried out, head falling back against the pillows.

Your face was flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure. every deep thrust pushed a new moan out of you. "Jay… Jay, please— it's so much—”

He kept the pace fast and deep, hips snapping forward with controlled power.

The angle made his cock drag perfectly against your g-spot on every stroke. one of his hands moved down to rub your clit again, adding another layer of overwhelming sensation.

You were a mess beneath him — legs over his shoulders, body folded, moaning shamelessly loud with every movement.

Your hands roamed his back, scratching lightly down his skin as pleasure built higher and higher.

"Fuck, you feel perfect" Jay groaned, voice rough but still composed.

He kissed your neck, sucking lightly as he continued thrusting. "been wanting to have you like this for so long. all spread out, taking me so well… moaning my name like you can't get enough."

"I can't— i really can't—" you sobbed-moaned, voice breaking. your hips tried to move to meet his thrusts, but the position left you mostly at his mercy. "it's so deep, Jay… i'm so close already—"

He immediately slowed his pace just enough to keep you on the edge without pushing you over, drawing out the moment. His thrusts became long, deliberate strokes — pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep and grinding against you.

"Not yet" he said softly, almost teasing. "we're not done."

He changed the angle slightly, pressing your thighs further back as he leaned over you.

The new depth made you cry out even louder, your voice echoing in the room. Jay's hand stayed on your clit, rubbing slow circles while he fucked you with those deep, fast strokes.

Sweat glistened on both your bodies under the soft brown-gold lighting. Jay's hair fell messily over his forehead as he watched your face, always observant, always checking your reactions.

"Every time I hit this spot right here—" he thrust deep and ground against you to emphasize, making you moan loudly again. "—you get even wetter. you really did want this bad, didn't you?"

"Yes— god, yes— i've wanted you for years—" you gasped, voice loud and broken.

Your hands gripped his shoulders tighter as another wave of pleasure washed over you, keeping you right on the edge.

Jay kept going, deep and fast, but always controlled. he would lean down to kiss you messily every so often, swallowing some of your loud moans before pulling back to watch you again.

His hand never left your clit, building the tension higher without letting it break.

After a while, he lowered your legs from his shoulders but kept them spread wide. he stayed on top, chest pressed to yours in a more classic missionary, but still deep and intense.

His hips rolled against yours in a steady rhythm, grinding deep with every thrust.

"Still okay?" he asked between strokes, always the caring one even now.

"So okay— fuck, Jay, it feels amazing—" you moaned loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper.

The room filled with the sounds of your loud, needy moans, his low groans, and the wet rhythm of your bodies moving together.

Jay kept the pace deep and fast, drawing it out, making the pleasure last as long as possible.

He kissed your neck, your jaw, your lips — mixing tenderness with the raw intensity of how he was fucking you.

His hand occasionally slid up to hold one of your wrists above your head, not pinning hard, just keeping you in place while he drove into you.

"You sound so pretty when you're this loud" he whispered against your ear, voice rough. "moaning for your best friend like this… after all this time."

Your response was another loud, broken moan as he hit that perfect angle again.

The tension kept building, higher and higher, but Jay expertly kept you both teetering right on the edge — not letting either of you fall over just yet.

You were right on the edge.

Your body was shaking underneath Jay, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked you deep and steady. your moans had become desperate, broken cries that filled the entire room.

"Jay— i'm so close— please, i'm gonna cum—" you gasped loudly, your voice cracking with need. your nails dug into his back as the pressure built unbearably tight inside you.

But Jay suddenly slowed down, then stopped moving completely, buried to the hilt inside you. he held perfectly still, breathing heavily against your neck.

"Not yet" he murmured, voice low and composed, that teasing control still fully intact. "you're not cumming yet."

You let out a loud, frustrated whine, trying to roll your hips up desperately, but he pinned you down with his weight, refusing to give you the last bit of friction you needed.

"Jay… please…" you begged, voice needy and loud. "i was so close—"

He kissed the corner of your mouth softly, then slowly pulled out of you, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness.

Your pussy throbbed painfully, slick and desperate.

Jay moved down your body with deliberate calmness. he spread your legs wide, settling between them on his stomach.

His dark eyes looked up at your flushed, innocent-looking face as he wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, holding you open for him.

"Since you're being so loud and impatient" he said, voice husky but still teasing, "i'm going to taste you instead. but you still don't get to cum until i say so."

Before you could respond, Jay leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your soaked folds.

You moaned loudly, back arching off the bed at the sudden intense pleasure.

"Fuck— Jay—"

He took his time, exploring you with his mouth like he had all night. his tongue moved in slow, broad strokes from your entrance up to your clit, savoring how wet you were.

Then he circled your swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, applying just enough pressure to keep you right on the edge without pushing you over.

You were loud — extremely loud. your moans echoed shamelessly in his warm-lit room as he ate you out.

"Oh my god— Jay… that feels so good—" you cried out, one hand flying down to grip his hair. your hips tried to buck against his face, but his strong arms kept your thighs firmly pinned down, controlling your movements.

Jay hummed against your pussy, the vibration making you whimper even louder.

He alternated between long, slow licks and focused sucking on your clit, occasionally dipping his tongue inside you. his technique was precise and confident — typical Jay, even in this.

"You taste even better than i imagined" he murmured against your wet skin, voice slightly muffled. "all those guitar lessons… and i had no idea how sweet this pretty pussy was."

You moaned brokenly, head thrown back against the pillows. "Jay— please— i need to cum so bad— i can't take it—"

He ignored your begging and continued devouring you.

His tongue flicked rapidly over your clit for a few seconds, then slowed down again, edging you mercilessly.

Every time your thighs started trembling harder and your moans pitched higher, he would pull back slightly, kissing your inner thighs or blowing cool air on your sensitive folds until the orgasm threat faded just enough.

You were a complete mess — loud, desperate, and dripping.

"Ah! Jay— your tongue feels too good—" you sobbed, voice hoarse from how much you'd been moaning. your free hand gripped the sheets tightly beside you, knuckles turning white.

Jay slid two fingers inside you slowly while his mouth focused on your clit, curling them upward to press against that sensitive spot. the combination made you cry out even louder, almost screaming his name.

"Jay— fuck— i'm so close again— please let me cum this time—"

But he pulled his fingers out and slowed his tongue once more, denying you for the third time.

You let out a loud, frustrated whimper, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Not yet" he repeated calmly, kissing your clit softly. "i want you shaking for me first."

He buried his face deeper between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth while his tongue flicked rapidly.

The wet, obscene sounds of him eating you out mixed with your loud, broken moans. he kept you spread wide, completely exposed, as he worked you over with expert patience.

Minutes passed like this — long, torturous minutes of Jay's mouth on your pussy.

He would bring you right to the brink with fast, focused licks and suction, then slow down to lazy, broad strokes that kept the pleasure simmering without exploding.

Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, thighs trembling uncontrollably around his head.

"You're dripping all over my chin" he murmured, voice low and slightly dirty. "such a messy girl tonight. and still trying so hard to be quiet when we both know you can't."

"I'm not— i can't be quiet— Jay, please—" you moaned, almost incoherently now.

He slid his fingers back inside you, fucking you slowly with them while his tongue circled your clit.

The dual sensation had you seeing stars, right on the edge once again.

Your voice was getting hoarser, your moans desperate, needy sobs as he continued edging you with his mouth for what felt like forever.

Jay between your spread legs, focused and in control, while you writhed and moaned loudly beneath his skilled tongue.

He was clearly enjoying himself, occasionally humming in satisfaction against your pussy or glancing up to watch your innocent face contort with overwhelming pleasure.

"You're doing so well holding it for me" he praised softly between licks. "just a little longer…"

Your body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release, but Jay kept you right there — teetering, desperate, and completely at his mercy.

Now you were shaking uncontrollably, your thighs trembling around Jay's head as he continued working you with his tongue.

Jay sucked your swollen clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue rapidly while his two fingers curled deep inside you, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot.

His dark eyes flicked up to watch your face as he pushed you over.

"Jay— fuck— i'm cumming—!" you cried out loudly, voice breaking into a high-pitched moan that echoed through the room.

The orgasm crashed over you hard.

Your back arched violently off the bed, hips jerking against his face as waves of intense pleasure ripped through your body.

You moaned shamelessly loud, almost screaming his name as your pussy clenched around his fingers and flooded his tongue.

But Jay didn't stop.

He kept his mouth on you through the entire orgasm, licking and sucking gently but consistently, drawing it out and immediately pushing you toward another peak.

"Jay— oh my god, it's too much... i just came— ah" you wailed, one hand gripping his hair tightly while the other twisted in the sheets. your legs shook uncontrollably around his shoulders.

He hummed against your pussy, the vibration sending aftershocks through you.

"I know" he murmured, voice low and slightly smug against your wet folds. "but you sound too pretty when you're falling apart. i'm not done with you yet."

He continued eating you out with focused determination — slow, broad licks mixed with quick flicks on your oversensitive clit.

His fingers kept moving inside you, curling and thrusting steadily. the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on your dripping pussy filled the room alongside your loud, hoarse moans.

After several long minutes of this delicious torture, Jay finally pulled his mouth away, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal.

He looked up at your flushed, wrecked face with that signature cool smirk.

"On your stomach again." he said quietly, voice rough with want.

You barely had the strength to move, but he helped you, flipping you onto your belly with strong, careful hands.

He pulled your hips up so you were in doggy again — ass high, chest and face pressed down into the mattress, exactly how he liked you.

Jay knelt behind you and rubbed his hard cock along your soaked folds before pushing back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust. you moaned into the sheets as he filled you again.

"Jay— nggh—"

He started fucking you again with those perfect deep and fast strokes, his hips snapping against your ass.

One hand gripped your hip firmly while the other slid up your back. Then you felt it — his thumb circling your tight rim teasingly before slowly pressing inside.

The dual sensation — his thick cock stretching your pussy while his thumb gently worked inside your ass — was overwhelming.

"Shit... Jay" your body trembled as he pushed his thumb deeper, moving it in slow, careful thrusts in time with his cock.

"Relax for me" he murmured, voice low and steady even as he fucked you harder. "just a little. i've got you."

He kept the pace deep and rhythmic, cock driving into your pussy while his thumb gently fucked your ass.

The feeling was intense but not painful — just enough stretch and fullness to make your loud moans turn even more desperate.

You were a wreck — face down, ass up, moaning shamelessly loud with every thrust. Jay's free hand reached around to rub your clit again, pushing you toward another orgasm while he continued the double stimulation.

"Listen to how loud you are" he said, voice husky with arousal but still teasing. "you love this, don't you?"

"Yes... ngf... fuck yes, i love it—" you cried out, pushing back against him desperately. "don't stop... please."

Jay kept going, deep and controlled.

His cock dragged perfectly against your g-spot with every thrust while his thumb moved gently inside you, stretching you just enough to heighten everything.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of sex, skin slapping skin, and your continuous loud moans.

He leaned forward, chest pressing against your back as he fucked you, his mouth close to your ear.

"You're squeezing me so fucking tight" he groaned softly. "both holes. such a greedy girl tonight."

You could only moan in response, completely lost in the pleasure.

Jay's rhythm never faltered — deep, fast strokes in your pussy, steady movements of his thumb in your ass, and his fingers still working your clit.

He kept you right on the edge of another orgasm, drawing it out just like before.

After several long, intense minutes, he pulled his thumb out carefully and focused entirely on fucking you deep from behind, both hands gripping your hips as he drove into you with powerful, controlled thrusts.

Jay leaned down again, kissing the back of your neck as he continued fucking you thoroughly.

"You're doing so well" he said quietly, voice warm despite how hard he was driving into you. "taking me so deep… being so loud for me. my perfect girl."

He kept the pace going, switching between deep grinding and faster thrusts, always keeping you full and stimulated.

He gripped your hips tighter and drove into you harder, his cock sliding in and out of your soaked, sensitive pussy with wet, obscene sounds.

"Jay, fuck... it's too much—" you cried out, voice breaking as he hit that perfect spot over and over.

He leaned forward, chest pressing against your back, and wrapped one arm around your waist to hold you in place. his other hand slid up to grip your shoulder, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust.

"You can take it" he murmured against your ear, voice rough and low. "you've been waiting years for this. take it like a good girl for me."

Then he shifted again, pushing your upper body fully down while keeping your hips raised.

The weight of him on top of you again, the way his cock drove so deep at this angle, had you moaning loudly into the sheets, almost sobbing with overstimulation and pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of him fucking you thoroughly, Jay's breathing became more ragged. his thrusts grew faster, more desperate.

This was exactly how he needed it.

He fucked you harder, hips snapping against your ass with urgent, almost frantic strokes.

His cock drove deep inside you with every thrust, the angle letting him hit as deep as possible. his breathing was heavy and labored against the back of your neck.

"Fuck— i'm close—" he groaned, voice strained for the first time that night. "you feel too good… i can't hold it anymore."

You moaned loudly in response, pushing your ass back against him as much as you could. "cum inside me, i want to feel you—"

That seemed to break the last bit of his control.

Jay's thrusts became erratic and desperate. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other gripping the sheets beside your head.

His hips slammed against you faster, chasing his release with raw need.

"Shit— fuck" he growled, voice breaking as the pleasure overtook him.

With a deep, guttural groan that vibrated against your skin, Jay buried himself as deep as possible inside you and came hard.

His cock pulsed strongly, releasing thick, warm spurts of cum deep into your pussy.

His hips stuttered and jerked against your ass as he rode out the intense orgasm, grinding deep to push every drop inside you.

He kept thrusting weakly through his climax, desperate and almost whimpering against your neck as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

His body trembled on top of yours, muscles tense, breathing ragged and hot against your skin.

He stayed pressed against you, hips twitching, making sure you took every single drop.

The desperation in his movements — the way he held you so tightly, the broken groans, the way he couldn't stop moving even after he started cumming — was raw and intense. years of tension finally snapping in that exact moment.

He stayed inside you for a long time afterward, breathing heavily, body still covering yours completely as the last aftershocks ran through him.

His cock continued to twitch inside your cum-filled pussy, making you whimper softly at the overstimulation.

The room was quiet now except for both of your heavy breathing. Jay's warm, sweaty body remained pressed against your back, his face hidden in your neck as he tried to catch his breath.

No words yet.

Just the heavy, satisfied silence and the feeling of him still deep inside you, having cum exactly where he needed to — deep, desperate, and completely lost in the moment.

The room felt quieter than it had all night.

You stayed there — face down, body spent and trembling — trying to process the overwhelming wave of emotions crashing over you.

The pleasure was still echoing through your limbs, but something deeper was settling in. something terrifying and warm at the same time.

Jay finally let out a long, shaky breath.

He pressed a slow, almost hesitant kiss to the back of your shoulder before carefully pulling out of you.

The loss of him made you whimper softly. you felt empty.

Exposed. raw.

He rolled off you and lay on his side, facing you.

For a few seconds, he just looked at you — dark eyes searching your face with that familiar intensity. his hair was messy, lips slightly swollen, skin glistening with sweat under the soft brown-gold lighting.

He looked beautiful. and suddenly, painfully real.

You turned your head to face him, cheek still pressed against the bed.

Your heart was doing something complicated in your chest.

"Jay…" you whispered, voice hoarse from how loudly you'd been moaning.

He reached out and gently brushed damp strands of hair away from your face. his touch was careful now, almost reverent.

"Yeah?" he answered quietly. his voice was lower than usual, a little rough.

You didn't know what to say. there were too many things at once.

I just slept with my best friend.

I let him cum inside me.

I've been in love with you for years and now i'm scared.

Instead of speaking, you shifted closer and tucked yourself against his chest.

Jay didn't hesitate — he wrapped his arms around you immediately, pulling you in.

One hand rubbed slow circles on your bare back while the other rested at the nape of your neck.

The silence stretched again, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

It was heavy.

"I…" you started, then stopped.

Your fingers traced small patterns on his chest, feeling his heartbeat slowly begin to calm. "i don't know what to say right now."

Jay let out a soft breath that was almost a chuckle. "me neither."

He tilted his head down to look at you.

His expression was calm on the surface, but you knew him too well. there was something vulnerable behind his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked. the question was simple, but the way he asked it — gentle, serious — made your chest tighten.

You nodded against him. "yeah. just… a lot."

He was quiet for a moment, then spoke again, voice low. "i know. for me too."

You pulled back slightly so you could see his face better. "did you… want this? like, really want it? or did i just—"

Jay cut you off by pressing his forehead against yours.

"I wanted it" he said firmly. "i've wanted it for longer than i probably should admit. but i never let myself think about it too much because… you're you. my best friend. the one person i didn't want to risk losing."

Your eyes stung a little.

You swallowed hard.

"I've been in love with you since second year" you confessed in a whisper. the words felt scary to say out loud, but after everything that had just happened, they also felt necessary.

"Not just… wanting you. loving you. for years. and tonight i just… i couldn't pretend anymore."

Jay's hand stilled on your back for a second. then he pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin.

"I figured" he murmured. "i'm not blind. the way you looked at me during those guitar lessons… how you'd get quiet sometimes. i noticed. i just didn't know if acting on it would fuck everything up."

You let out a shaky laugh. "and now?"

He was quiet for a long time. his fingers resumed their slow movement on your back.

"Now i don't know" he admitted honestly. "but i don't regret it. not even a little." he paused. "do you?"

You shook your head quickly. "no. God, no. it felt… right. even if it was intense. even if i was so loud i probably woke up your neighbors."

Jay chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest.

The familiar teasing tone returned just a bit. "you were really loud. i didn't know you had that in you."

You hid your face in his neck, embarrassed but smiling. "shut up. you were the one edging me for like an hour."

He laughed again, but it faded into something softer. his arms tightened around you.

"I just… i needed to know you really wanted it" he said quietly. "all of it. not just because you were drunk or horny. i needed to hear you fall apart for me."

You stayed silent, absorbing his words.

The vulnerability in his voice was rare. Jay was always the cool one, the one who had everything under control. hearing him admit that he'd been holding back too made something warm bloom in your chest.

"I've never felt like that with anyone else" you whispered. "not even close. it wasn't just sex, Jay. it was you."

He exhaled slowly, like he'd been holding that breath for a long time.

"Yeah" he said finally. "same here."

The two of you stayed tangled together like that for a while.

You traced a finger along his collarbone. "are you scared?" you asked softly.

Jay was quiet for a few seconds.

"A little" he admitted. "i don't want to lose what we have. the friendship. the late nights. the stupid arguments about music. you're important to me. really fucking important."

You nodded, throat tight. "me too. but… i also don't think i can go back to pretending i don't feel this way."

He tilted your chin up gently so you were looking at him. his dark eyes were serious, but there was warmth there too.

"Then we don't pretend" he said. "we figure it out. slowly. no pressure. you're still my best friend first. everything else… we'll see."

You felt tears prick at your eyes again, but this time they were different. not sad. just overwhelmed.

Jay noticed immediately. he wiped the corner of your eye with his thumb.

"Hey" he said softly, that teasing smirk returning just a fraction. "don't cry on me now. i just made you cum so hard you almost forgot your own name. this is supposed to be a victory lap."

You laughed wetly and shoved his chest lightly. "you're such an asshole."

"Your asshole" he corrected, smirking.

The joke helped. it reminded you that even after everything, he was still Jay.

Your Jay.

You snuggled closer again, legs tangling with his. His hand resumed rubbing your back, soothing and steady.

The emotional weight of the night settled over both of you — the relief, the fear, the hope, the deep affection that had always been there underneath the tension.

It wasn't simple. it wasn't clean. but it was real.

Jay held you tighter, like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.

"Get some sleep" he murmured eventually, voice soft. "we'll talk more in the morning. when your brain isn't fried from all the orgasms i gave you."

You smiled against his skin. "cocky."

"Accurate" he replied.

Even in the emotional aftermath, the teasing remained. it felt safe. familiar.

As your eyes grew heavier, wrapped in his arms in the warm glow of his room, you realized something important:

Whatever happened next — whether this became something more or complicated everything — you didn't regret a single second.

And from the way Jay's fingers kept tracing gentle patterns on your skin long after you thought he'd fallen asleep, you suspected he didn't either.

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˚₊· When her best friend finds out she’s an anal slut…

ೀ⋆｡˚ CW—: NSFW, no genuinely please be careful reading this because I wrote this in rebellion to the lack of non vanilla Enhypen smut, fem!reader, mentions of drinking and alcohol, ur both in college, non!idol au, best friends to lovers, cursing, tension, bickering, teasing, kissing, smut, refers to ur p✩ssy as ‘she’ and ‘her’, f♪ngering, hair pulling, an✩l, spanking, p✩ssy spanking, dirty talk, praise, degradation, teaspoon of humiliation, drooling, this entire thing gets wet and messy tbh, begging, dom! leaning Riki, he’s a cheeky asshat about it though, biting, an✿l play, hick♪es, making out, he’s kinda feral, but it’s not his fault he’s just a bit obsessed, hand k♪nk, finger sucking, thigh-job, dirty talk seriously😭, he respects women you two are just freaked out, with that being said— cl♪t bullying, he literally fucks the lashes off you, possible size ki♪nk, multiple ✿rgasms, squ♪rting, one of which happens an✿lly, u like butt stuff and he likes ur butt, petnames, Heeseung dada cameo, hand kisses, cuddling and casual confessions, aftercare, FLUFF at the end

₊·—̳͟͞͞ ꒰ঌᰔᩚ໒꒱— Pairings— A Chrome Hearts boy and his high maintenance best friend that looks like the song “Love Potions”.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚wc. 6.7k (sorry)

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ A/N>>> Please read the tags carefully. English is not my first language. So sorry if this is bad and if there’s any mistakes. Also, this was HELL to edit so any hate and ur fav will be next 😾

A/N.pt2– I wasn’t gonna say anything but it’s getting a bit— if ur gonna reblog, say something comment or something😭like I’m alr embarrassed😭💔

“Bullshit! You’re lying!” You gasp, leaning up off Riki just enough to smack his arm, your lips parted in a buzzed smile.

“Swear on Jay’s life I’m not! And any guy that tells you otherwise is lying!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Close.

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

You weren’t.

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

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

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

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

“Then do you have one?”

“Huh?”

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

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

“Why do you wanna know?” Riki shrugs.

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

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

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

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

“Promise not to tell anyone?”

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

“Yeah. ‘S our secret.”

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

“I’ve always thought anal was hot.”

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

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

Heated but not quite on fire.

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

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

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

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

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

Neither of you say anything.

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

“Yo, Niki!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He waves back.

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

Weeks go by.

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

“I’ve always thought anal was hot.”

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

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

In other words, you notice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks—“,

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

“Ed Hardy.”

“Mmm…”

Now, you’re worried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby.”

Your breath hitches.

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

“R-remember wh—“,

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

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

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

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

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

Your central system drops. Malfunctions more like.

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

This shouldn’t be happening but it is.

You shouldn’t be letting it but you are.

Nothing’s changed right?

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

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

You were there for each other through it all.

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

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

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

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

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

You’re wet.

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

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

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

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

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

You don’t want him to.

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

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

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

“Yeah, pretty? M’here.”

And he wasn’t making things easier for you.

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

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

“Riki Nishimura!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Riki moves fast.

Clothes fly.

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

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

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

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

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

He’s so hard.

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

Oh it’s like that?

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

“Damn, look at her— so sloppy f’me…”

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

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

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

Riki freezes, cock twitching almost violently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sounds are disgusting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Such a messy little slut.”

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

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

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

You wail. Riki doesn’t stop.

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

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

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

The way she clenches in greedy pulses.

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

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

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

You’d always let him.

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

The constant exception.

You’ve loved him since day one.

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

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

You lose it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh god. He’s trying to kill you.

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

“Y-yeah.. ‘m your good girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re gonna cum for me.”

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

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

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

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

It’s hell at this point.

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

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

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

He doesn’t care and you don’t either.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His rasped words send another twinge to your overstimulated pussy.

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

“Gonna fuck me now?”

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

Riki’s mind goes blank.

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

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

“You’re so big, Ki.”

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

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

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

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

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

Rushing to console you, he adds,

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

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

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

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

And you were close.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuckin’ milking me— damn…”

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

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

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

And demanding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No take backs.”

a little something while you wait…

for part two<3

[sunnycombshome]

⋅⋆ ──ೀ“Come here, I’ll show you.” {R. Nishimura x reader!}

ೀ Now that you’re together, there’s oh so much to get up to ♡…

ೀCW⋆｡˚ NSFW, no genuinely please be careful reading this because I wrote this in rebellion to the lack of non vanilla Enhypen smut, fem!reader, ur both in college, non!idol au, best friends to established lovers, fluff, you’re dating but in secret, some angst, mentions of mean girls at a certain infamous party, I had to for the one time😂, cursing, tension, possessive!Niki, bickering, “get ur fucking dog!” “He don’t bit—“ “YES TF HE DO” dynamic, teasing, some s7xting, kissing, smut, refers to ur p✩ssy as ‘she’ and ‘her’, f♪ngering, dirty talk my word, an✩l, along with an✩lf|ngering, spanking, spitting, dirty talk, praise, degradation, teaspoon of humiliation, drooling, this one is wet and messier :D, begging, dom! leaning Riki, he’s a cheeky asshat about it though, biting, an✿l play, hick♪es, making out, he’s extra feral, but it’s not his fault he’s just a bit obsessed, panty-sniffing, oral (f.rec), again please be careful reading because he eats the plate too, don’t ever let him near the box again, fuck whatever Roddy Rich said😭, dirty talk seriously, he respects women you two are just freaked out, with that being said— he takes you through there lmao, light mind break, cl♪t bullying, he literally fucks you till you pass out, possible size ki♪nk, bc his c0ck is stuuuupid fa—, multiple ✿rgasms, squ♪rting, one of which happens an✿lly, u like butt stuff and he likes ur butt, manhandling, choking, SAFE sword fighting (wink wink), petnames, hand kisses, cuddling, whiny Niki bc that’s my baby, aftercare, FLUFF at the end

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₊·—̳͟͞͞ ꒰ঌᰔᩚ໒꒱— Pairings— A Chrome Hearts boy and his high maintenance girlfriend that looks like the song “Love Potions”.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ A/N>>> Please read the tags carefully. English is not my first language and editing this was hell so I better get some feedback or ur faves are next😾 and it’ll be BDSM smut

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Turns out going from being strictly close friends to dating wasn’t all that difficult.

You were still touchy with each other, still hung out, still play fought— but now with other stuff too. Now you kiss and it makes your heart beat faster every time you think about all of the kissing because Riki was such a good kisser. You did more than kiss too, of course but the point is that you’re dating.

It’s like going from regular Spotify to premium.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

K.O. Flawless victory.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keeping your relationship a secret was.

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

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

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

He hadn’t seen you since 11.

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

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

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

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

His heart stops.

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

“What happened?”

You keep quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is it for me?

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

Only for you, baby. All of it.

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

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

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

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

His name leaves you in a breathy plea.

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

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

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

It’s slow. Deliberate.

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

If only he knew how much you always did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ooh! F-fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No plug today, pretty girl?”

Your mind goes blank.

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

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

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

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

“Why don’t you pick?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s right, baby…”

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

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

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

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

He’s so fucking deep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-Niki!”

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

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

“Yeah, you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How you wail will leave his ears ringing for days.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Turn around…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Think it’ll fit?”

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

“Did you play with her today?”

You shake your head.

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me, pleaseee Niki…”

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

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

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

“Ready f’me to fuck you stupid?”

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

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

Gone.

You’ve been utterly and completely wiped blank.

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

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

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

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

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

“Probably gonna cum too, yeah?”

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

“That’s what I thought…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought you were trying to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod but you can’t help but wonder…

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

! Didn’t like this as much as I thought I would so genuinely apologizing bc I might delete soon(like very soon) wait nvm I just didn’t like the colors lmao

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SIMP SIM ~𓍢s.jy˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

> Just loser jake being a certified dumbass for his stupidly hot gf!

> bf!심재윤 × f!reader˖ ࣪ . 🦮 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

>smut, pwop, p in v,subby loser jake, he gets nervous and starts yapping about random dog facts or soccer stats, kinda pathetic but hot, oral (m), jake’s a simp deluxe edition

>A/N:back to my roots,loser enha, MDNI

Who would've thought you'll end up with him .Like, Jake Sim? That Jake? The guy who still says “deeznuts” unironically when he tries to joke around, who trips over his own feet in the cafeteria because he’s too busy staring at his phone watching compilations of golden retrievers, who once spent twenty minutes explaining to you why pineapple on pizza is elite while you were literally trying to make out with him.

And yet here you are, in his tiny off campus apartment that smells like vanilla air freshener and boy sweat, straddling his lap while he looks up at you like you hung the damn moon.

His hands are on your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go. He’s already flushed, cheeks pink, lips parted, messy brown hair sticking to his forehead. Pathetic in the best way.

“Baby… you sure you wanna do this?” he mumbles, voice cracking a little. “I mean I just got done with practice and I probably smell like grass and..”

You shut him up by grinding down on him slowly, feeling how hard he already is under those gray gym shorts. He lets out this broken little whimper that goes straight to your core.

“Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay,” he breathes, nodding fast like the eager dumbass he is.

You lean in to kiss him, messy and wet, tongue sliding against his. He tastes like the strawberry milk he chugged earlier. His hands slide up under your hoodie,his hoodie actually, the one you stole last week,palming at your bare skin like he’s trying to memorize every inch.

He’s always like this. Overwhelmed. Grateful. A little stupid.

You pull back just enough to tug the hoodie off, letting your hair fall around your shoulders. Jake’s eyes go wide, pupils blown. He stares at your tits like he’s never seen them before even though he’s literally sucked marks into them two nights ago.

“Fuck… you’re so hot it’s unfair,” he whines, leaning forward to bury his face between them, kissing and licking like a man starved. “How are you real? Like scientifically? Your body’s insane, I swear I could study you for a whole semester and still fail the test because I’d be too distracted.”

You laugh, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging his head back. “You’re rambling again, puppy.”

His ears go red at the nickname. He loves that shit.

“Sorry, sorry..I just...you’re sitting on my dick right now and I can’t think straight.”

You roll your hips again, dragging your clothed pussy over his hard on. Jake’s head falls back against the couch, mouth open, eyes fluttering. So fucking pretty when he’s losing it.

You slide off his lap and kneel between his legs, tugging his shorts down just enough to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach,pretty pink tip flushed and leaking. Jake makes this embarrassed noise, covering his face with both hands.

“Don’t hide,” you coo, wrapping your fingers around him. “Let me see that face.”

He peeks through his fingers, biting his lip hard when you lean in and lick a stripe up the underside. His thighs tense.

“Shit baby, your mouth like i.. it's insane, I really don’t...”

You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and Jake’s rambling turns into pure gibberish.

“and like, did you know golden retrievers can learn over 200 commands? Not that fuck not that it’s relevant right now but you’re just so good at this and my brain is melting”

You hum around him, swirling your tongue, and his tip,his hips twitch up involuntarily. You pin them down with one hand, working him with the other while you suck. His moans are so pretty breathy and desperate, little curses mixed with your name like a prayer.

You pull off with a wet pop right before he can finish, ignoring his pathetic whine.

“Not yet. I want you inside me.”

Jake nods so fast you’re scared he’ll get whiplash. You stand up, shimmying out of your shorts and panties, and climb back on top. He’s staring like you’re a goddess.

You line him up and sink down slowly, both of you groaning at the stretch. He’s thick, and the way he fills you always makes your toes curl. When you bottom out, Jake’s hands fly to your waist, gripping hard enough to leave marks.

“Oh my god… you’re so warm and tight and i..I’m gonna die. This is how I die. Death by pussy. Tell my mom I loved her..”

You start moving, riding him deep and slow, grinding your clit against his pelvis every time you drop down. Jake’s head is thrown back, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack. He looks drunk on you.

You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and bounce faster. The wet sounds fill the room obscene and filthy. Jake’s trying so hard not to cum too quick, you can tell by the way his abs are clenching and he’s biting the inside of his cheek.

“Jake,” you pant, “look at me.”

He does, eyes glassy. “You’re so fucking hot I can’t ..I don’t know how I pulled you. Everyone at practice keeps asking and I just shrug like ‘idk bro she’s out of my league’ and they think I’m joking but I’m not..”

You clench around him on purpose and he chokes on his words, hips snapping up to meet yours.

“Harder,” you demand.

He flips you suddenly surprising strength from all that soccer pinning you under him on the couch. His hoodie is still half on, sleeves pushed up, sweat dripping down his neck. He looks feral in the softest way.

Jake hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and dives in deep, pace turning sloppy and desperate. Every thrust punches little moans out of you. He’s hitting that spot perfectly, over and over.

“You feel so good fuck, I love you like this. All pretty and taking my dick like you were made for it,” he babbles, voice hoarse. “I’d do anything for you. Buy you anything. Learn how to cook actual food instead of instant ramen. I’d even stop saying rizz if you told me to okay maybe not that one but..”

You laugh breathlessly and pull him down into a kiss, messy and desperate. His hips stutter, losing rhythm as he gets close.

“Cum inside me, Jake.”

His eyes roll back. “Shit yeah? You want that? Want me to fill you up like a loser who doesn’t deserve it?”

You nod, nails digging into his back.

He buries his face in your neck and fucks you harder, chasing it. A few more messy thrusts and he’s gone groaning your name as he spills deep inside you, hips twitching through it. The feeling pushes you over the edge too, clenching around him as you cum with a sharp cry.

For a minute it’s just heavy breathing and the sound of the cheap AC unit rattling.

Jake doesn’t pull out right away. He just stays there, softening inside you, pressing lazy kisses to your collarbone.

“You’re gonna kill me one day,” he mumbles against your skin. “Death by hot girlfriend. Legendary way to go.”

You run your fingers through his damp hair, smiling. “My dumb pup.” he agrees happily, nuzzling closer.

He’s quiet for like… thirty whole seconds a new record before he starts again.

“Hey, random question did you know that”

“Jake.”

“Yeah?”

“Round two in five minutes. Save the dog facts.”

He grins against your neck, already half hard again. “I must've saved homeless kids in my previous life or I'm gods fav.”

©hoonalt

[scorpionlafemme]

[nikiducks]

I’VE MISSED YOU Pt. 1 (Original Version)

PAIRING : idol nishimura riki x f. reader established bf/gf relationship

GENRE : smut 21+ ⤷ do not interact if you’re underage!ˎˊ˗ WARNING : includes ; sub reader, dom niki, bickering, touching, kissing, slight aggression, spitting, f*ngering, begging, dirty talk, missionary, c*ming, crying, satisfied reader, satisfied niki.

SYNOPSIS : Ni-ki finally visits his girlfriend’s new apartment after weeks of missed plans, arriving at night to keep their relationship private. What starts as playful teasing over her “girly” space quickly shifts into something deeper—he can’t hide how much he’s missed her, and she can’t ignore how often he’s been absent. Despite the bickering, neither of them pull away for long, and the distance between them fades into charged closeness—where frustration and longing blur together in the limited time they have together.

You check the time again, heart picking up speed at the exact minute he said he’d arrive. Then—three soft knocks. Not rushed. Not loud. Just enough.

You opened the door quickly.

And there he was.

Ni-ki stood there in all black—hood up, face mask hiding most of him—but it didn’t matter. You’d recognize him anywhere. The way he leans slightly on one leg, the glint of chains on his oversized Chrome Hearts bag, and that familiar presence that filled the doorway like he belonged there. He slips in without a word, glancing down the hallway once more before fully stepping in.

You barely get the door shut before he’s pulling his mask down, revealing that soft grin you haven’t seen in weeks. The second it clicks, he lets out a quiet exhale, like he’s been holding his breath this entire time, until seeing you.

“I’m here,” he mutters. “Finally.”

You laugh softly. “That bad?”

“You have no idea,” he says, dropping his bag near the door. “I swear, if one person had looked at me a second longer—”

“They would’ve recognized you anyway,” you interrupt, leaning against the wall. “You’re not exactly subtle.” He pauses, glancing at you sideways. “…You think so?”

“Ni-ki…,” you deadpan, gesturing to him. “I mean—look at you. The hair. The chains. The attitude.” A grin spreads across his face. “The attitude?”

“Yeah. That too.”

He huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head before turning his attention to your apartment—and then he… stops.

“…This is yours?”

You blink. “Yeah? I told you I was moving in.”

“No, I know, but—” He steps forward slowly, eyes scanning everything. “It actually looks like you.”

He reaches out, brushing his fingers along a shelf of small decorations, lingering on a tiny figure before flicking it lightly. “So this is what you’ve been doing instead of answering my texts, huh?”

“I do answer your texts.”

“Late,” he corrects, glancing back at you. “Very late.” You push off the wall, walking toward him. “You’re busy. I don’t want to bother you...”

He watches you approach, expression shifting—something softer, but more focused.

“…You’re not a bother,” he says quietly. The words hung there. He looks away, clearing his throat as he moved further into your space, peeking into the kitchen, then your bedroom like he’s mapping everything out.

“You really live like this?” He calls out, voice echoing slightly. “Everything’s so… soft.” He says, standing in the doorway.

You roll your eyes. “You mean “girly.”

“I mean you,” he corrects, quieter now.

There’s a brief pause—one of those moments where the distance of the past few weeks suddenly felt very real. Then he closes it in, pushing off the doorframe, walking back toward you slowly. There’s no rush in his steps now. No urgency. Just attention.

“You look…” he starts, then stops, like he’s reconsidering his words. “What?” you press. He tilts his head slightly, studying you in a way that makes you suddenly hyper-aware of everything—your clothes, your hair, the way you’re standing.

“…You look different,” he says.

“Different good or—.” You ask, peering down at yourself.

“Very good,” he interrupts, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Your face warms as you can feel the vibrations of his low voice echo in the small space between you. He exhales, running a hand through his hair, like he was trying to shake something off. He steps even closer, close enough that you can see the faint tiredness in his eyes—but also something sharper underneath.

“I miss things,” he says, quieter now. “A lot of things.” Your voice softens. “You’re busy.” “I know...” His jaw tightening slightly. “Doesn’t mean I like it.”

For a second, neither of you move.

Then he exhales, biting the bottom of his lip, shifting the mood himself. “…Go shower,” he says, gesturing lazily toward the bathroom. “Didn’t you say you were going to when I got here?”

You raise a brow. “Are you kicking me out of my own room?” You ask playfully.

“Baby…,” he scoffs, dropping onto your bed like he belonged there. “I’m not kicking you out. I’m telling you to hurry up.” “You’re so bossy.” You exclaimed with a scrunched nose. “And you’re still standing there,” he shoots back, glancing at you. “Go.” He waves. You shake your head, smiling as you grabbed your towel and shower caddy, disappearing into the bathroom.

When you came back to your bedroom, now freshly showered, skin warm, and hair damp, the atmosphere felt… different.

Silent. Dimmer.

He’s stretched out across your bed, one arm behind his head, the other scrolling lazily on his phone. His shoes are off now, hoodie tossed aside, looking far more relaxed than when he walked in. Like he’s settled. Like he’s staying—even if you both know he couldn’t. You step in, drying your hair slightly with your towel. “…Took you long enough,” he mutters, not looking up. “It’s called showering properly.” “Mm.” He scrolls once more, then pauses.

Slowly, he looks up. And just like before—he stops. His eyes drag over you, slower this time. No distractions. No mask. No more distance.

Just you.

“…Come here,” he says, voice lower now. You hesitate for half a second.

He notices. “…Why are you acting shy?” He asks, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You weren’t like that earlier.” “I’m not shy…”

“Then prove it.” You narrowed your eyes, but you walk over anyway, as he sits his phone down on your nightstand. Seconds you’re within reach, his hand wraps around your wrist, warm and firm, pulling you down onto the bed beside him—but he doesn’t stop there. He pulls you closer. Until your balance gives and you end up half against him, your hand instinctively pressing against his chest to steady yourself.

“Be careful,” you mutter. “You’re fine,” he replies easily. Too easily. His arm slides around your waist like it’s second nature, holding you there. Not tight—but not loose enough to escape either. “You smell good,” he murmurs, leaning in slightly, his breath brushing your skin. Your fingers tighten slightly against his shirt. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.” His nose grazes just beneath your ear this time, slower, more deliberate as he deeply inhales your scent. “You changed it?” He asks.

“…Maybe.”

“I noticed...”

Of course he did.

You swallow, trying to keep your composure. “You’re being clingy.” “I told you,” he murmurs, voice quieter now. “I haven’t seen you...” His fingers start tracing along your side—light, absent at first, but then more intentional. Softly lingering.

“You gonna complain,” he adds, “or let me?” You don’t answer. Your silence makes him huff out a quiet, satisfied breath. “Yeah,” he mutters. “That’s what I thought.”

He shifts slightly, adjusting you so you’re more comfortable against him—like he plans to keep you there. His forehead dips briefly against yours, not quite a kiss, but close enough to feel like one. “…I wish I could stay,” he says, softly.

You look at him with big eyes. “Then stay.” He shakes his head immediately. “I can’t. I’ve got to be back tonight. If I’m not there when they check—”

“I know,” you interrupt gently. He exhales, eyes closing for a second. “…I hate that.”

“I know.” You sighed, snuggling your head into his shoulder.

Another pause. But this one feels heavier. His hand comes up, brushing along your jaw, tilting your face slightly toward him. “You’re too calm about it,” he murmurs. “What am I supposed to do?” You scoffed.

“Be a little upset,” he says, watching you closely. “Miss me properly.” You blink. “I do miss you...”

“Not enough.” Your brows knit slightly. “Ni-ki—.” He swiftly moves his hand to your chin, thumb pressing lightly against your bottom lip, stopping you.

“Say it again,” he says quietly.

You stare at him for a second, caught off guard by the shift in his tone.

“…I miss you.”

“Again.” He demands softly, thumb now pushing past your lips and into your mouth. He purrs, as he notices your sudden breath, now staring into your eyes. He couldn’t help but slide his thumb back and forth between your glossy lips. He hisses at the warm, soft press of your tongue against his skin, making him immediately imagine his thumb being his growing b*ner instead. You hummed, slowly taking it in and out of your mouth, as he watches you with an now intrigued expression.

“I’ve missed you,” you repeated, mouth sounding full. Letting go of his thumb with a pop. His eyes were glossed over, he couldn’t help himself from wanting to devour you right here, in your pretty little bed. But what made it internally frustrating for him, was the fact that he only had a limited amount of time with you. So, he has to act fast, wanting to make this moment one you’ll still feel until his next visit. He swiftly shifts his position, now kneeling in front of you at the ends of your toes. You immediately tuck in your knees, leaning back against the headboard behind you. He softly places his hands on both your knees, rubbing his hands down the fronts of your thighs. He watches you intently, as you flinch at the cool touch of his ring gliding across your warm skin.

In one motion, he pulls you towards him, making you slide down, your head now resting against your pillows, legs propping up on the sides of his waist. He hovers over you, caving you in as he presses on top of you, planting a slow kiss on your lips. You moan into each other’s mouths as you both quickly begin to add tongue, feeling them play with one another. Ni-ki grinds his hips on you, as you kissed him once more. Pulling back just enough, “I’m gonna show, how much I’ve missed you, okay?” He whispers. You could feel the yearning in his voice, his words almost shakey, but that—that devilish look in his low, smoky eyes spoke differently, as you gave him a quiet nod.

He inches back down to kiss the crook of your neck. The smell of your skin being freshly washed, sent shivers down his spine as the familiar scent between your neck and hair, gave him life. He nips at your ear, causing you to smack him lightly on the arm. “Ni-ki!” You shoot.

“I’m sorry, you just smell so f*cking good.” “Ugh, I’m gonna eat you…” He mumbles, quickly lifting your shirt. “Mm…no bra?” His eyes were wide, glued onto the perkiness that stuck out from your chest. “Yeah, I’m in the comfort of my own home, aren’t I?” You questioned, tilting your head. He looked down at you, grinning in response, now planting little kisses down your body. Between your breast, all the way down your stomach. Your body tingled as you could feel his full lips press gently, across your smooth skin. He hums as he reaches the hem of your leggings, hovering right over your heat. He inches down, getting in a more comfortable position for his next move, teasingly biting at your pants. “Ni-ki, that tickles!” “Okay, okay...” He says, quickly rubbing over the part he had bitten.

Hooking his fingers into your pants, he swiftly drags them down to your ankles. “What’s wrong?” You ask Ni-ki, his eyes locked as he stared down at your lacy white panties that clunged around your perfect little frame. You help him pull the pants off completely, as he tosses them somewhere on the side, still distracted. “I haven’t seen these in a long time.” He smiles, yet shakes his head. He was disappointed in himself, not coming to visit you sooner. You crossed your arms at him, pretending to still feel tinged about him canceling on you in the past. But finally—being with him now, him being here with you, you had forgiven him as soon as he had walked through the door, but— you didn’t want him knowing that, just not yet.

He peers down even further, noticing the wet spot that soaked through the thin lace. “Mhm, someone’s excited.” He coos. “Oh shut up.” You replied. You couldn’t help but blush, too shy to look at him directly. “No, look at me...” He asks, guiding his finger along the side of your cheek to make you look straight at him. He needed your full attention, as he subtly lowered down your underwear with his free hand. He closely watches as your wetness peeled away from the fabric, almost salivating at the sight.

Leaning over, he begins to take the ring off his finger, until you stop him abruptly. “Wait, keep it on…” You softly asked. “Anything you want.” He replied smirking, your request fueling his confidence. He preps you, pushing your thighs apart even wider, as his fingers brushed over your p*ssy. Bringing his hand to his lips, he points out his two fingers to drool directly onto them. You watched as he rubbed the saliva between his fingers and thumb, making sure they were fully coated. He places his other hand onto your stomach, grounding you in place as he gently glides his fingers on your folds. You automatically flinch at the slight touch, but quickly shut your eyes to adjust as he slowly inserts his fingers inside you. “Mmph.” You quietly let out. “Just relax baby.” Eyes fluttering open as you hear him trying to soothe you.

You take a deep breath out, cueing him to insert his fingers deeper. It’s an easy slip through, now allowing him to fully pump at a steady pace. “Ahhh, ahh—mmmm…” You whimpered. “That feels good, baby?” He asks, pressing down on your stomach harder. “Y—eah, f*ck…” You groaned out. Those words giving him the okay to add his thumb into the mix, now massaging your cl*t while simultaneously pumping his fingers. Your body betrays you, instantly grabbing Ni-ki’s wrist, shocked from the intense sensation. “Baby, is it too much?” He asks sweetly, beginning to slow down. Almost cutting him off, “No! No, go—faster please…” You beg. “Shit…” He mumbled to himself, sucking his teeth. The sight of you melting beneath him, had his d*ck rock solid and at this very moment he wanted to pound you into the floor of your new apartment, and time was ticking.

“I have a better idea...” Ni-ki says, raising his eyebrows at the feeling of his c*ck pulsing. He begins to unbuckle his belt, thick and shiny due to all the jewels and chains. He swiftly un-loops the clunking metal, sliding the thick leather through, quickly throwing it aside. He swiftly unbuttons his jeans, leaning over you to kick them off. Ni-ki being Ni-ki, he gives you a wink, poking his lips out as he peered down at you. You chuckle at his playfulness, even though he wasn’t joking, he was serious about pounding that pretty cunt of yours, as if it would be his last time. He pulls his c*ck out from his boxers, already hard and leaking at the very tip. You sit up, leaning back on your elbows to get a better view as he began to stoke himself, smoothing his pre c*m up the length of his member. He scoots even closer against you, grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist, crossing your feet behind him.

Wrapping his hand around himself, you watch as he spat down, coating both your hole, and his c*ck as he held it right against your entrance. You both hiss at the slippery contact as Ni-ki began to tease his tip against your p*ssy. You couldn’t help but bite down on your lip, feeling his big warm head playfully glide over your sensitivity, sent your lower stomach into a spiral. “Mm, that feels good.” Whispering up at him, while batting your eyelashes. “Yeah?” He confirmed, as he slowly slide his c*ck into you, taking him in with ease. “Hmhp, f*ck…you’re so—tight baby.” He could feel your walls wrap around him snug as he began to thrust back and forth. He sucks his teeth, “I’ve been gone too long, princess…” He pouts, snapping his head at the thought.

It had been months since you and Ni-ki last had s*x. And yes…you’ve been using vibrators, dildo’s, even…a*al plugs, to feel the empty void. And at a certain point, none—I mean absolutely nothing could compare to the way Ni-ki made you feel. Ni-ki was real, and warm, not some plastic toy! He actually cared about you, about making you feel good, because you were his and he was yours, making that very clear every time you were together. So, you went months without any simulation, constantly suppressing your feelings until you’d finally see him again. And deep down, it weirdly felt—almost like… “cheating” on him, not knowing exactly how he’d react if he ever found out.

He continues pumping, pace beginning to fasten as he places his hands flat on the sheets, helping him steady his thrusts. Your eyes flutter as you listened to the rhythm of his hips slapping against you. He was f*cking you so good, making your hand subconsciously reach to brush his hair back, so you could see his face. He grabs your hand softly, pulling it to hold it there against his flushed cheek. The soft touch of your palm against his skin, made him feel like he had one an award, stomach overflowing with butterflies. “Aishh, so f*cking wet—your p*ssy feels so good babe...” You could feel the vibration of his groans through your hand that had now wondered against his neck. Feeling his throat bob against your palm, he returns the same energy, lifting his hand to now place it around your neck. Your throat fitted perfectly against his big hand. He slowly squeezes it, causing your back to arch as you continued to savor the pleasurable pressure around you.

Broken moans reached the ceiling as he body rolled and whined his toned, slim frame against you. “Keep f—cking me, mhm I’m gonna c*m, Ni-ki!” He cries out, eyes squeezing hard as his climax was at its peak also, aiming to have you both c*ming at the same time. “I want us to c—um together, okay princess? Trying to smile through the gasm that was approaching, lips quivering. “Mhmm okay…” “UGHH!” He pushes down onto you, making your knees bend towards your chest. You couldn’t hold on much longer, wrapping your arms around his neck, forcing him down lower, noses now pressed against each other. “I love you…” He whisperly moans, breath softly blowing against your face. “Mm, I love you too—f*ck, don’t leave me…” You cried, squeezing him one last time as your o*gasm washed right over your words. The pull between the two of you was unbreakable, sealing your wish with one last kiss, as you both perfectly came together.

“Aishhhh, ughh…nughh.” Ni-ki breathes heavily, your view being nothing but his chest rising and falling from above, until he immediately collapses on top of you. You could hear him softly, breathing in and out as you could feel his heart beating against yours, which caused you to tear up. “Baby? Did I do something wrong?” “What’s the matter?” He immediately rises, shimming over to lay by your side. “Uh—um.” You try to clear your throat as you both sit back against the headboard. “I’m just—sad.” “I—I just don’t know when we’ll be able to see each other again, you know…?” Ni-ki’s heart shattered right in his chest, hearing those words in the sadness of your voice. He instantly frowns, using his wrist to wipe away your tears. “Ahh, don’t cry, baby.” “I will do anything to come back to you, as soon as I can.” “I promise.” He says firmly, shifting your focus to look at him in his eyes. “Promise?” You ask, blinking at him slowly. “I promise.” He says, holding that eye contact between the two of you.

“Okay...” You whispered, as you slowly closed your eyes one last time, deeply knowing inside, that that “promise” would eventually be broken, just like the last ones… But hey, what could you do? He was an idol after all, and you knew what came along with that, so you’ve always delt with it internally, not wanting to become a burden in Ni-ki’s already busy life.

Ni-ki leans in to kiss you on the temple, while reaching over you to check his phone. Notifications filling the entire lock screen as he picks it up from your nightstand. “F*ck!” “I have to go…” He snaps, quickly pulling up his boxers, and putting on his jeans. You begin to get up from the bed, as he swiftly runs over to help you stand. “My princess.” He gestures, his hand out. “Thank you…” Words coming out faintly. “…Walk me out?” he asks quietly. You nod, quickly throw on your underwear, along with your robe to walk him to the front door.

At the door, he slips his mask back on, hood coming up again, throwing his bag over his shoulder, the version of him the world knew settling back into place piece by piece.

But his eyes stayed the same, lingering on you.

“…Text me when you wake up, okay?” He asks.

“And text me when you get home.”

“I will...” There’s a brief pause, reaching his hand out, tugging you forward just enough for a quick, quiet hug. Tight. Warm. And desperate…

Then— he was gone.

AUTHORS NOTE : Hey duckies!!! I apologize for the long wait but I finally got this done for y’all. Idk how I feel about the ending. I feel like there’s so much unsaid—which makes me hella excited to do part 2!!! Let me know what you think. Come on guys, don’t be shy to comment under my fics! Happy reading, freaks! (i didn’t want to do Japanese translations for this one, sorry)

all images above and below are edited by me but were sourced from Pinterest ; credits to original owners. dividers by creators, @pixopix @fic-dumpster @anitalenia @omi-resources

tags: @jungkookl0verrr hope you like it duckies - 🦆

[kinkyhoon]

Welcome to the party - Nishimura Ni-ki

Pairing: popular!ni-ki x popular!fem!reader Genre: oneshot, smut MDNI, fuck buddies, college!au Synospsis: You two like to party in Calabasas and fuck like there’s no tomorrow, but on campus you both are strangers. Young wild and free, why overthinking when you can just have fun, right? No string attached…right? Warnings: unprotected!sex, swearing, drugs, alcohol, spanking (I know he’s into that), oral (m!rec), handjob, backshots, cowgirl (ride till you die), facial, chocking WC: 5k Note: Our boy Ni-ki visibly won for this poll 🥳 pls look forward to the others I have in stock!!! (Some might be longer than others)

The walk-in closet is a sanctuary of excessively expensive clothes, illuminated by soft recessed lighting that makes the marble floors gleam. Your friends are scattered across the space. Giselle perched on the velvet ottoman, scrolling through her phone with one perfectly manicured hand, Karina and Ningning debating the merits of two different designer bags while sipping what looks like ridiculously expensive tequila straight from the bottle.

"So," Giselle begins, not looking up from her phone, "are we still pretending that whatever's happening with Ni-ki is just casual?"

You pause mid-application of your mascara, meeting your own eyes in the three-panel mirror. "There is no whatever happening with Ni-ki. We're acquaintances who occasionally breathe the same air at the same parties."

Ningning snorts from behind you. "Girl, please. Last Saturday, you both disappeared for forty-five minutes, and when you came back, you were walking funny and his belt was unbuckled."

"That's called having a good time," you reply coolly, finishing your mascara with a precise flick. "It doesn't mean we're picking out china patterns."

"But do you want it to?" Karina asks softly, her voice cutting through the playful banter. "Pick out china patterns, I mean."

You turn to face them fully, your expression carefully neutral despite the way your pulse has quickened. "Ni-ki is a walking red flag wrapped in a six-foot-two package of daddy issues and impulse control problems. I'm not looking to get attached to someone who probably has a different girl's scent on his sheets every night of the week. And nonchalant men are not my type…"

The lie tastes bitter, even to you. The truth is that you've started replaying your encounters in your mind at odd moments: during boring lectures, while shopping on Rodeo Drive, even during sessions with your therapist. The way his hands feel on your skin, how he smells like expensive cologne and something uniquely him, the sound of his breath catching in your ear.

"Ready or not, we need to go," Giselle declares, standing up and smoothing her top. "This party is supposedly next level."

Twenty minutes later, you're sliding into the driver's seat of your Porsche Taycan, the engine coming to life with a futuristic hum that vibrates through your body. The neon lights of Beverly Hills blur past as you accelerate onto the freeway, your friends' excited chatter mixing with the bass-heavy playlist streaming through the premium sound system.

The drive to Calabasas passes in a haze of gossip and speculation about tonight's party, supposedly hosted by some tech billionaire's son who's trying to make a name for himself as a party promoter. When you finally turn onto the private road that winds up into the hills, the villa appears like something out of a music video, all sharp angles and floor-to-ceiling glass that spills warm light onto the meticulously landscaped grounds.

The bass hits you before you even step out of the car, a deep, rhythmic pulse that seems to match the thrumming of your own heart. The circular driveway is already packed with an impressive collection of luxury vehicles, valet attendants scurrying to make room for your Porsche.

As you approach the entrance, the massive glass doors slide open to reveal a scene of controlled chaos under coloured lights. Bodies move in sync with the music, drinks flow from multiple bars scattered throughout the open-concept space, and the air hangs thick with expensive perfume and something vaguely herbal that definitely isn't tobacco.

You're immediately swept into a tide of greetings, air kisses, casual hugs, people grabbing your hands to pull you deeper into the party. But your eyes are already scanning the crowd, searching without admitting even to yourself that you're searching.

And then you find him.

He's standing near the infinity pool that seems to spill into the valley below, surrounded by his usual entourage but somehow still separate from everyone else. Ni-ki wears a white tank top just enough to reveal the sharp lines of his collarbones and the silver chain that rests against his chest. His dark hair falls artfully across his forehead, and when he laughs at something someone says, his entire face transforms in a way that makes your stomach clench.

Welcome to the party - PARTYNEXTDOOR playing now

As if sensing your gaze, he turns. Your eyes lock across the crowded room, and suddenly the noise fades to a dull roar. The air between you crackles with electricity, thick with memories of tangled sheets and muffled cries and the way he tastes like whiskey and sin. You watch as his eyes darken, as his jaw tightens slightly while he drinks you in, the backless dress that reveals the delicate line of your spine, the way your hips sway when you move, the confidence in your stance that masks the trembling of your hands.

Your friends have noticed the exchange, exchanging knowing glances that you pointedly ignore. Instead, you accept a bottle of vodka your friend offers you, taking a deliberate sip as you maintain eye contact. The warm liquid does nothing to quench the fire building low in your belly.

Ni-ki says something to his friends, then pushes off the railing. He moves through the crowd with an easy grace that draws every eye, but his path is unwavering. Straight toward you.

Your heart hammers against your ribs as he approaches, each step narrowing the distance between you. You can smell his cologne before he reaches you, that expensive, woody scent that always clings to your sheets after he leaves, that you can't quite wash out no matter how many times you change them.

He stops just before you, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body, close enough that no one could possibly doubt the intimacy that hangs between you. His eyes sweep over you again, slower this time, more deliberate. When they meet yours again, they're dark with hunger.

"Welcome to the party," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. The words are innocent enough, but his tone is anything but. It's a promise, a warning, a prelude to what will come later when the crowds thin and inhibitions dissolve completely.

Before you can respond, he's turning away with that knowing smirk that makes you want to slap him and kiss him simultaneously. He rejoins his friends, but not before throwing one last glance over his shoulder, a look that says "we both know how this night will end."

You take another sip from the bottle. Your friends are watching you with questions in their eyes, but you ignore them, your gaze fixed on the man across the room who already owns your body, if not your heart.

The night is young, but you both know how it will end.

The villa pulses with life, a living organism fueled by bass, alcohol, and unspoken desires. The air hangs thick with the sweet scent of marijuana mixing with the rich aroma of expensive cognac, creating an intoxicating cocktail that dulls inhibitions and sharpens senses in equal measure. Bodies move in sync with the music, a sea of designer clothes and perfect smiles hiding the raw humanity beneath.

You find yourself in a secluded corner of the massive living room, a small velvet pouch in your hand. Your friends huddle around you as you carefully pour its contents onto the glass table, tiny crystalline rocks that glitter under the ambient lighting. With practiced precision, you crush them, then arrange the powder into neat lines.

"You're not holding back tonight," Karina observes, her eyes wide with a mixture of concern and excitement.

"Never do," you reply with a wink, pulling a rolled bill from your clutch. "Life's too short for half measures."

As you lean forward, a familiar warmth spreads through your veins. The first line hits you almost immediately, a rush that makes your heart race and your senses sharpen. Colors seem brighter, the music more vivid, every touch more electric. You lean back against the velvet sofa, a contented sigh escaping your lips as the drug courses through your system.

Across the room, Ni-ki moves with a predatory grace that draws every eye. He's dancing now, his body swaying to the rhythm in a way that's both hypnotic and utterly sinful. A glass of amber liquid, cognac, you note, rests in his hand, but he barely touches it. His attention is elsewhere, his eyes scanning the crowd until they find yours.

The connection is immediate, electric. Even from across the room, you feel it, that undeniable pull that's been your undoing time and time again. His gaze is heavy, possessive, promising all the wicked things he plans to do to you later tonight. You hold his stare, refusing to be the first to look away, a silent challenge passing between you.

"Drinking game!" someone shouts, breaking the spell. "Never have I ever!"

Your group and Ni-ki's merge around the coffee table, the space suddenly feeling too small with him so close. The rules are simple: take a drink for every "never have I ever" that you've actually done. As the game progresses, the questions become increasingly risqué, the laughter louder, the inhibitions lower.

Then it's your turn. You stand up slowly, deliberately, every eye in the circle on you. "Never have I ever…" you begin, your voice huskier than usual, "…fucked with someone here."

Silence falls over the group as they process your words. Ni-ki's eyes narrow, but a smirk follows just after. You meet his gaze directly as you pick up the bottle of Rémy Martin XO, pouring a generous amount into your glass. Without breaking eye contact, you walk around the table to stand before him.

"Open up," you command.

For a moment, you think he might refuse. But then his lips part slightly. You take a sip from your glass and lean in, pressing your mouth to his. The cognac flows from your mouth to his, a warm sensation pooling into your body. His tongue meets yours, briefly, tangentially, sending a jolt of electricity through your entire body. When you pull back, a single drop of liquid escapes, tracing a path down his chin.

You watch his throat work as he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing with the motion. His eyes have darkened to almost black, pupils dilated with desire. When he shifts in his seat, you notice the unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric of his jeans. The knowledge that you've affected him so profoundly, so quickly, sends a thrill of power through you.

"Your turn," you say with a smirk, returning to your seat as if nothing happened.

The game continues, but the dynamic has shifted. Every glance from Ni-ki now carries a new weight, a promise of retribution. Throughout the night, he tries to get you alone, catching your arm as you pass by, whispering invitations in your ear as you refill your drink, but each time, you slip away with a playful laugh, enjoying the game too much to let it end.

"Such a tease," Giselle observes with a knowing smile as you reject yet another of Ni-ki's attempts to lure you away from the group.

"Someone has to keep him on his toes," you reply, taking another sip of your drink.

Later, as you step out onto the terrace to get some air, you feel him behind you before you hear him. The night air is cool against your heated skin, the city lights twinkling in the distance like fallen stars.

"I've been trying to get you alone all night," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you.

"Have you now?" you reply, turning to face him. "I hadn't noticed."

His response is to crowd you against the railing, his body flush against yours. The metal is cool against your back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from him. His hands grip the railing on either side of you, caging you in.

"Don't play innocent," he murmurs, his face inches from yours. "You knew exactly what you were doing in there."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you say, even as your body responds to his proximity.

His lips crash against yours, hungry, demanding, punishing. There's nothing gentle about this kiss, it's all teeth and tongue, a battle for dominance that you're both determined to win. His hands move from the railing to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you can feel his hardness pressing against you, undeniable and insistent.

You try to push him away, but your hands betray you, fisting in his shirt instead of pushing. When he deepens the kiss, a soft moan escapes your lips, giving him the advantage he needs.

"You can't tease me all night and expect to walk away," he says against your mouth, his breath hot and urgent. "You started this, and now you're going to finish it."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you repeat, though the words lack conviction.

His response is to kiss you again, one hand moving from your waist to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place as his other hand traces the curve of your hip. When his thumb brushes against the sensitive skin just below your ribs, you shudder, your body arching into his touch.

"See?" he murmurs with a triumphant smirk. "Your body knows exactly what I'm talking about, even if you won't admit it."

Before you can respond, he's leading you away from the party, through a sliding glass door and down a dimly lit hallway. Your mind is screaming at you to stop, to turn back, but your body follows willingly, eagerly. The game is over, and you both know who won.

"You can't run from this," he says as he pushes open a door to what appears to be a guest bedroom. "Not tonight."

As the door closes behind you, blocking out the music and laughter, you realize with a thrill of anticipation that he's right. You can't run from this, not anymore.

The guest bedroom is luxurious, neutral tones, plush carpeting, and a king-sized bed that looks big enough to get lost in. The only light comes from the city filtering through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting everything in a silvery glow that makes the scene feel almost dreamlike.

Ni-ki closes the door with a soft click, the sound unnaturally loud in the sudden quiet. He turns to face you, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

"You took quite a bit tonight," he observes, his voice low. "Trying to take the edge off?"

"Something like that," you reply, your own voice sounding breathier than you'd intended.

He takes a step closer, invading your personal space. "If you needed to take the edge off, you could've just sucked my dick. Much healthier alternative."

You raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips despite the rapid beating of your heart. "I don't suck dick first. That's not how this works."

His response is immediate, a hand tangling in your hair, gripping just tight enough to make you gasp. "Tonight, you do."

There's no room for argument in his tone, no room for negotiation. He guides you to your knees, the plush carpet cushioning them as you look up at him. His eyes are dark, intense, filled with a hunger that mirrors your own.

"You know what to do," he says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

You reach for his belt, your fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle. When you finally free him, he's already hard, straining against the fabric of his boxers. You pull them down, and his cock springs free, thick and erect, the tip glistening with precum.

Without further preamble, you take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around his cock as your tongue works its magic. You've done this before, many times, but tonight feels different, more charged with unspoken emotions.

"Fuck, that's it," he groans, his hips bucking slightly. "Take it all, just like that. You look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth."

His dirty talk has always been part of the game, but tonight it feels more personal, more pointed. Each word is designed to provoke, to arouse, to claim.

"Such a greedy little mouth," he continues, his hand still tangled in your hair, guiding your movements. "You love this, don't you? Love being on your knees for me, love the way I taste."

You respond by taking him deeper, by hollowing your cheeks and sucking harder, by using every trick you've learned to drive him wild. His breathing becomes ragged, his grip on your hair tightening as he approaches his release.

"Gonna cum all over that pretty face," he warns, his voice strained. "Just the way you like."

True to his word, when he comes, he pulls out just in time, his hot release splashing across your cheeks, your lips, your chin. Before you can react, he's gently slapping his dick against your face, smearing his cum into your skin, taunting and teasing you in the most filthy way possible.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "All messy with my cum. Fucking beautiful."

Instead of wiping it away, you scoop some of his release onto your fingers, bringing them to your mouth and sucking them clean. The action is deliberate, provocative, and it has the exact effect you intended, Ni-ki's eyes darken with renewed desire.

"Get on the bed," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Ride me."

You comply, stripping off your dress with practiced efficiency before climbing onto the bed. He follows, rolling on a condom with practiced ease before lying back, his cock standing at attention.

"Take what you want," he says, his eyes challenging you.

You straddle him, positioning yourself above his erection before sinking down slowly, savoring the stretch as he fills you completely. A soft moan escapes your lips as you begin to move, finding a rhythm that's both punishing and pleasurable.

"Look at you," you taunt, leaning forward slightly to change the angle. "So desperate for me, so hard for me already. Does it feel good, Ni-ki? Being inside me like this?"

"Shut up and ride," he retorts, though his eyes betray his arousal.

The room falls silent then, save for the sound of heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your bodies moving together. His hands roam your body, tracing the curve of your hips, the dip of your waist, before moving upward to cup your breasts. His thumbs brush against your nipples, and you arch into his touch, a gasp escaping your lips.

His hand continues its upward journey, wrapping around your throat in a grip that's firm but not painful. The slight pressure sends a jolt of electricity through you, intensifying every sensation. Your eyes meet his, and the intensity you see there takes your breath away, lust, frustration, desire, something deeper that you're not ready to name.

"You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Like when I take control, like being this little slut just for me."

Instead of responding, you slide his fingers from your throat into your mouth, sucking them with the same enthusiasm you'd shown his cock earlier. The action earns you a smirk, a small acknowledgment of the game you're both playing.

The tension builds, coiling low in your belly, tighter and tighter until it finally snaps. Your orgasm crashes over you, intense and overwhelming, your body shaking with the force of it. You cry out his name, your movements becoming erratic as pleasure courses through you.

But Ni-ki isn't done. As you come down from your high, he flips you over, entering you from behind in one smooth thrust. His hand comes down on your ass with a sharp smack that makes you gasp.

"Put in that work," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "You can do better than that, show me."

You comply, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your shared moans and gasps. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he drives into you again and again, deeper and harder with each thrust.

"Fuck," he pants, his rhythm becoming erratic. "So fucking perfect, taking me so well. Gonna fill this condom, thinking about how it should be you instead."

The thought sends another wave of pleasure through you, and you push back harder, desperate for more. His movements become more frantic, more desperate, until with a final thrust, he comes, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

For a moment, you both remain still, bodies tangled together, breathing heavily in the aftermath. Then, slowly, he pulls out, disposing of the condom before collapsing onto the bed beside you.

You turn to look at him, and for the first time, you see something other than lust in his eyes, something softer, more vulnerable, that terrifies you as much as it intrigues you.

Without a word, you reach for your dress, needing to create distance before this encounter changes everything.

Just as your fingers close around the silk of your dress, a hand shoots out, wrapping around your wrist with surprising strength. Ni-ki. Before you can process what's happening, he's pulling, dragging you back onto the bed with a soft thud. Your dress slips from your grasp, forgotten on the floor.

"Where do you think you're going?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your very bones. His eyes, heavy-lidded and dark, roam over your naked body with a possessiveness that makes your breath catch.

"The night's over, Ni-ki," you say, though your voice lacks conviction. Your body, traitorous thing, already responds to his proximity, to the heat radiating from his skin.

"Not yet," he counters, his free hand moving to rest on your stomach. "Spit on my hand."

The request catches you off guard, so unexpected and crude that you can't help but laugh. "What?"

"You heard me," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "Spit. On. My. Hand."

Confused but undeniably curious, you comply. You gather saliva in your mouth and let it drip onto his waiting palm. The act is strangely intimate, more so than anything you've done together before. He brings his hand to his already half-hard cock, using your saliva as lubrication as he begins to stroke himself, slowly, deliberately.

"God, that's better," he groans, his head falling back against the pillows. "So much fucking better."

You watch, mesmerized, as his hand moves up and down his length, his grip tightening with each stroke. The sight is obscene, beautiful, and it sends a fresh wave of arousal through you.

"I want to go raw," he whispers, his voice ragged with desire. "No condom this time. Just me, just you, nothing between us."

The request hangs in the air between you, dangerous and tempting. You know you should say no, that this crosses a line you've carefully maintained between you. But the thought of feeling him completely, skin to skin, is too intoxicating to resist.

"Beg for it," you challenge, a smirk playing on your lips.

His eyes snap open, locking with yours. For a moment, you think he might refuse, that his pride will get the better of him. But then he speaks, his voice raw with need.

"Please," he begins, his hand still moving on his cock. "It's been too long since we went raw. I need to feel you, all of you. Need to be inside you with nothing between us. I want to creampie you, fill you up until you're dripping with me. Please, Y/N. Let me."

The desperation in his voice, the raw vulnerability he's showing, is your undoing. You laugh, a soft, breathy sound that's equal parts amusement and arousal, but you comply. You spread your legs, your hand moving between them to prepare yourself for him, your fingers sliding easily through your wetness.

"Good girl," he murmurs, positioning himself above you. "So fucking good for me."

He enters you slowly, savoring the stretch as he fills you completely. The sensation is overwhelming, hot, intense, utterly perfect. You've had sex countless times, but this feels different, more intimate, more real.

"Fuck," he groans, burying his face in your neck. "You feel so good. So fucking tight and wet for me."

As he begins to move, you notice something different, something that sets this night apart from all the others. For the first time, he's vocal. Not just grunts and heavy breathing, but actual moans, sounds of pleasure that escape his lips with each thrust.

"Oh god, yes," he pants, his movements becoming more erratic. "Right there. Don't stop. You’re clenching around me so good."

You're loving this, loving the sounds he's making, the way he's losing control with you. It's empowering, intoxicating, and it makes you feel more desired than ever before.

"Someone's feeling vocal tonight," you tease, your hands gripping his shoulders. "You sure you didn't take too many drugs? You're not yourself at all."

His response is immediate and overwhelming. He captures your lips in a kiss that's less about romance and more about possession, a messy, obscene meeting of tongues and teeth that leaves you breathless and wanting more. It's the kind of kiss that says "you're mine" without needing words.

The kiss deepens, becomes more desperate as your bodies move together in a rhythm as old as time. The tension builds, coiling low in your belly, tighter and tighter until it finally snaps. Your orgasm crashes over you, intense and overwhelming, your body shaking with the force of it. You cry out his name, your nails digging into his back as pleasure courses through you.

He follows moments later, his body shuddering with the force of his release. You feel him pulse inside you, a warm flood that fills you completely, marking you in the most satisfying way possible.

For a long moment, you both remain still, bodies tangled together, breathing heavily in the aftermath. Then, slowly, he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. Normally, this would be your cue to leave, to reestablish the boundaries between you. But tonight, you stay, letting his warmth surround you as exhaustion claims you both.

The next morning, you wake first. The sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting the room in a golden glow. Ni-ki lies beside you, still asleep, his features relaxed in a way you rarely see when he's awake. As you carefully extract yourself from his arms, he stirs, his eyes fluttering open.

"Morning," he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep and hangover. He reaches for you, pulling you back against him. "Stay. Cuddle more."

You laugh, squirming in his embrace. "Some of us have classes to attend, unlike certain trust fund babies who can sleep all day."

"Sass me one more time and I'll make you late," he threatens, though there's no real heat in his words. He nuzzles your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "I'll walk you to class."

The offer catches you off guard, so casual yet so significant. You turn to face him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? And why would you do that?"

He shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant, but you can see the vulnerability in his eyes. "Just thought it would be nice."

You look at him, truly look at him, and you see what he's trying so hard to hide, fear, hope, desire for something more than what you currently have. Something inside you softens, something you've kept carefully guarded until now.

"If you want to be less casual, you just have to man up and say it," you tell him, your voice softer than you intended.

He meets your gaze, his expression serious for once. "I want to fuck exclusively," he says, the words blunt but clear. "Just you, just me. No one else."

It's his way of asking for exclusivity without actually saying the words "let's date," without making himself too vulnerable. It's so typically Ni-ki, prideful and indirect yet somehow endearingly honest.

You consider his proposal, weighing the pros and cons in your mind. On one hand, exclusivity with Ni-ki is a terrifying prospect, a complication you've carefully avoided until now. On the other hand, the thought of him with someone else makes your stomach clench with an emotion you're not ready to name.

"Okay," you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "Exclusively it is."

A slow smile spreads across his face, genuine and unguarded. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you confirm, leaning in to kiss him. "But don't think this means you're getting cuddles every morning."

His laugh is warm and genuine, and for the first time, you allow yourself to wonder if maybe, just maybe, this arrangement between you might become something more.

[i2sunric]

DROP DEAD (p.js) — pt. 2

── ୨ৎ ── how does a cold, composed CEO fall in love with his talkative employee ?

⤷ grumpy ceo!jay x sunshine employee!reader (f)

!! smau (8 pics), suggestive jokes, jay is low-key down bad

masterlist: PART 1 — PART 2

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a/n: are these even funny 😭😭 i’m trying my best (sorry for the grammar errors i wrote them in a rush!!)

[hoonalt]

Reckless⋆𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱l.hs

Pairing:이희승 x fem!reader

Content+ warnings:Messy situationship, Hard dom Heeseung, rough sex, degradation/praise mix, choking, hair pulling, creampies,Public/risky sex (bathroom, jet, yacht engine room, coat check, etc.),Cheating, flirting & jealousy,Rich kid/chaebol lifestyle, heavy partying, alcohol,Emotional messiness, commitment issues, eventual happy ending Strong language, detailed smut.Mention of yunjin(lsf), moka(illit as heeseung's sister),ningning (aespa), rei(ive) as y/n's friends and whole enha as heeseung's.

Wc: 10k+

Note: not proofread & idk yeah filth.

MDNI

The penthouse in cheongdam was always too loud on fridays. marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the han river, and enough champagne to drown the entire gangnam district. your crew rolled up around 11:00. yunjin, moka, ningning, rei — all in custom pieces that cost more than most people’s rent. moka was already texting her brother heeseung to stop being late like he always was. you didn’t care. or at least you told yourself you didn’t.

you showed up in the black slip dress with the slit that hit mid-thigh, the one that made heads turn even in a room full of beautiful woman. maddy perez energy, yunjin called it once after too many shots. dramatic, expensive, always one step away from burning the whole scene down. you liked the label. it fit.

heeseung walked in twenty minutes later with the rest of the guys — jake, sunghoon, jay, sunoo, jungwon, ni-ki. all of them in that effortless rich-boy uniform: tailored shirts half-unbuttoned, watches that could buy small countries, hair still damp from whatever private gym they’d been in earlier. heeseung’s eyes found you immediately across the room, the same way they always did. sharp. annoyed. hungry.

you hated how good he looked. hated more that he knew it.

the situationship had started six months ago at moka’s birthday yacht party. one too many bottles of dom pérignon, one too many arguments about whose family’s jet was faster, and suddenly you were in the master suite with his hand up your dress and his mouth on your neck telling you to shut up and take it. you did. you both did. again and again. no labels, no promises. just the kind of messy that felt good until it didn’t.

tonight was no different.

you were on the rooftop terrace with the girls, wind off the river messing up your hair, when heeseung appeared behind you. his hand brushed your lower back like it was casual. it wasn’t.

“you wearing that dress to piss me off?” he asked, voice low enough that only you heard.

you turned, champagne glass in hand. “you showing up with that new girl from last week to piss me off?”

he didn’t deny it. just smirked. “situationship, remember? i can do what i want.”

moka rolled her eyes from the couch. “you two are exhausting. just fuck and get it over with already.”

yunjin laughed, clinking her glass against ningning’s. “they already do. constantly. rei saw them in the club bathroom last month.”

rei shrugged, unbothered. “i saw nothing. i’m blind when it comes to her bad decisions.”

you flipped them off and pulled heeseung inside before the conversation got louder. the hallway to the guest bathroom was dim. he locked the door behind you the second it closed.

“you’re such a fucking brat,” he said, already pushing you against the marble counter. In control from the very first second, the way you secretly craved when everything else felt out of control.

“and you’re a walking red flag,” you shot back, but your hands were already yanking his belt open.

he spun you around, bent you over the sink, dress shoved up around your waist. no foreplay tonight. just the sharp sound of his zipper and the thick push of him inside you in one go. you were wet already — always were when he looked at you like that. he fucked you hard, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave fingerprints under the designer fabric.

“this what you wanted?” he groaned against your ear, hips snapping. “me ruining you while your little rich-girl friends are right outside?”

you moaned, pushing back against him. “shut up and make me come before someone walks in.”

he did. deep, relentless strokes that had the mirror fogging and your legs shaking. when you came he followed right after, burying himself deep and staying there, filling you until it dripped down your thighs when he pulled out.

he wiped you clean with a warm towel from the rack, almost gentle for half a second, then kissed the back of your neck. “clean up. we’re not done tonight.”

you fixed your makeup in the mirror while he watched. the hate was still there, simmering under the surface, but so was the want. always the want.

the rest of the night blurred. the guys and girls mixed in the main living room — sunghoon and ningning arguing over whose family owned the better art collection, jake and yunjin playing some dumb drinking game on the couch, jay and rei trading playlist control, sunoo and jungwon taking aesthetic shots of the city lights for their private stories. ni-ki was in the corner with his headphones on, pretending not to watch everyone else’s chaos.

you and heeseung stayed in your own little storm.

later, around 3 a.m., the group moved to the private club downstairs. the vip section was yours — bottles on ice, lights low, bass heavy. heeseung disappeared for twenty minutes. when he came back there was a girl on his arm. some model from last week’s fashion week. she laughed at something he said, hand on his chest.

you felt it like a slap.

you grabbed the nearest bottle and took it to the rooftop with the girls. moka followed first.

“he’s an idiot,” she said, lighting a cigarette even though none of you smoked anymore. “my brother’s always been like this. can’t commit to anything except his ego.”

yunjin leaned on the railing beside you. “you know you don’t have to keep doing this with him, right? there are other guys who aren’t walking red flags.”

ningning snorted. “name one in our circle who isn’t.”

rei just hugged you from behind. “we love you even when you make terrible decisions in six-inch heels.”

you laughed, but it was sharp. “i don’t know what i want. one minute i want to kill him. the next i want him so deep i forget my own name.”

the girls got it. they always did. rich-kid problems looked pretty from the outside, but the pressure was the same — expectations, appearances, the constant feeling that nothing was ever enough.

heeseung found you later that night. the model was gone. he looked pissed.

“you disappear with my sister and her crew every time i talk to someone else,” he said, crowding you against the railing.

“you disappear with random girls every time i breathe near you,” you answered.

he didn’t argue. just grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the service elevator that led to the parking garage. his driver was waiting with the black maybach. the ride to his family’s private penthouse in hannam was silent except for the low hum of the engine. the second the door closed behind you he had you against the wall.

this time it was slower. meaner. he stripped you piece by piece, mouth on every inch of skin he uncovered. when he finally pushed inside you on the massive leather couch he fucked you like he was trying to erase the girl from earlier. hard, deep, one hand around your throat, the other pinning your wrist above your head.

“you think i want them?” he groaned, hips snapping. “i want this. you. even when you drive me fucking insane.”

you came twice before he let himself go, spilling inside you while you shook apart under him.

after, he carried you to the bed. no words. just his arms around you until morning.

the cycle repeated for weeks.

a yacht party in jeju where he flirted with a ceo’s daughter in front of everyone and you ended up fucking him in the engine room to shut him up. a private jet to tokyo for “business” where he ignored your texts for six hours and you rode him in the bathroom mid-flight until both of you were breathless and the flight attendant knocked politely. a rooftop dinner with the whole crew where he spent half the night on his phone with some girl from his contacts and you dragged him into the private lounge after dessert, bent over the table while the city lights blurred below.

every fight, every inconvenience, every time the situationship felt too heavy — sex. it was the only thing that made sense when nothing else did.

the girls noticed. of course they did.

one sunday brunch at the apartment you all shared, moka stirred her oat milk latte and said, “you know he’s been different lately. less random girls. more staring at his phone waiting for your texts.”

yunjin raised an eyebrow. “still a playboy though. last week at the club he had two numbers in his pocket before midnight.”

ningning shrugged. “he wants her. he just doesn’t know how to not be a mess about it.”

rei passed you a plate of avocado toast. “and you? still pretending you don’t want him to choose you?”

you didn’t answer. you weren’t sure.

the breaking point came at the annual chaebol gala in the grand ballroom of the shilla hotel. everyone was there — your parents, his parents, the entire crew dressed like they owned the country because they basically did. heeseung showed up with a girl on his arm again. some influencer with a blue check and a dress that cost more than a car.

you danced with sunghoon for three songs just to watch heeseung’s jaw tighten from across the room. when the girl went to the bathroom he cornered you near the champagne tower.

“stop,” he said, voice tight.

“stop what? existing?”

“stop acting like you don’t care when i know you do.”

you laughed, bitter. “you’re the one who can’t commit, heeseung. you want me when it’s convenient and everyone else when it’s not.”

he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the private coat-check room off the main hall. the door locked. coats and furs hung around you like silent witnesses.

this time the sex was different. not angry. desperate in a new way. he kissed you like he was scared you’d disappear. hands gentle for once, then hard again when you bit his lip and told him to stop pretending. he lifted you onto the narrow counter, pushed your gown up, and fucked you slow and deep while the gala music filtered through the walls.

“i’m done playing,” he said against your mouth, hips rolling. “i want you. only you. no more games.”

you came with his name on your lips, tears mixing with the sweat on your skin. he followed, holding you tight like he was afraid to let go.

after, he fixed your dress, wiped your smudged mascara with his thumb, and kissed your forehead.

“i’m telling everyone tonight,” he said. “no more of these fucked situations,you’re mine. i’m yours. mess and all.”

you believed him this time.

back in the ballroom he walked straight up to the girl he’d brought, said something quiet, and sent her home in a town car. then he found you with the crew, pulled you in front of everyone — your friends, his friends, half the chaebol families in seoul — and kissed you like the world was watching.

the rest of the night was easy. dancing with the whole group, laughing at ni-ki’s terrible dad jokes, sunoo taking a million photos, jay and jake arguing over who had the better vintage watch collection. you and heeseung stayed close, his hand on your waist the whole time.

later, in the back of his maybach heading to his place, he rested his head on your shoulder.

“i’m still gonna be a mess sometimes,” he said quietly.

“i know. so am i.”

“but i’m choosing you. every day. even when it’s hard.”

you laced your fingers with his. “good. because i’m choosing you back.”

the penthouse was quiet when you got there. no parties. no random girls. just the two of you, city lights sparkling below, and the kind of peace that came after months of chaos.

he fucked you again that night — slow, reverent, in his massive bed with the sheets that smelled like him. Desperation there in the way he pinned your wrists and told you exactly how he wanted you, but softer now. like he finally understood what he had.

in the morning the group chat blew up with memes about “finally” and “took you long enough.” moka sent a selfie of all the girls in the apartment kitchen with the caption “our favorite red flag is officially off the market.”

you laughed and showed heeseung. he pulled you back under the covers, mouth on your neck.

“tell them we’re busy,” he murmured.

you did.

the mess didn’t disappear overnight. lives never did change overnight. there were still galas, still rumors, still moments where old habits tried to creep back in. but now there were also quiet nights on the yacht with just the two of you, brunch with the crew where heeseung’s hand stayed on your thigh the whole time, and late-night talks where he admitted how scared he’d been to want only one person.

the girls kept you grounded. yunjin dragged you shopping when the doubt hit. ningning planned girls’ trips to jeju when the pressure got too loud. moka reminded you weekly that her brother was still an idiot but he was your idiot now. rei just sent memes and told you to breathe.

the guys were the same. sunghoon gave heeseung shit every chance he got. jake and jay took him out for “accountability drinks” that mostly turned into them roasting him. sunoo documented every public date like it was a k-drama. jungwon and ni-ki just grinned and said “finally” every time they saw you together.

months turned into a year.

one night on the same rooftop where it all started, heeseung got down on one knee with a ring that sparkled brighter than the han river lights. no big speech. just “i’m done running. marry me. let’s be messy together forever.”

you said yes before he finished the sentence.

the wedding was everything — private island, both crews losing their minds on the dance floor, your dress costing more than some people’s houses. moka walked you down the aisle crying. yunjin, ningning, and rei were your bridesmaids in matching custom pieces. the guys stood behind heeseung looking proud and slightly hungover.

at the reception he pulled you aside during the first dance, forehead against yours.

“still hate me a little?” he asked, smiling.

“always,” you said. “but i love you more.”

the city kept spinning below. the world kept turning. but for once the static felt like home.

©hoonalt

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HOUSE OF CARDS ──────── YJW 양정원

SYNOPSIS ⋮ weeks after your breakup, yang jungwon’s desperate to have you in his arms (and on his dick) again!

PAIRING ⋮ ex boyfriend!jungwon x fem!reader.

CONTENT WARNINGS ⋮ 18+ smut. mdni. piv. unprotected sex. breeding kink. possessive!won. he’s mean, jealous, and also a liiil toxic whoops! fingering. he uses his teeth to undress u. rough sex. kissing, lots of saliva and bodily fluid talk !!! Sorry!!!!

AN ⋮ something’s possessed me to write this filth… i don’t know what it is but jungwon is the apple of it’s eye!!! SAVE ME!!!! also ty vee @jungwonslover my proofreader + number 1 jw fan yawp yawp yawp.

PLAYING ♫ ⋮ HOUSE OF CARDS — BTS, COMING DOWN — THE WEEKND.

REBLOGS APPRECIATED. THANK YOU FOR READING <3

YOU AND YANG JUNGWON WERE ENDGAME.

If there was anything that high school proved, if not the fact that most of your friends were two-faced snakes—it was that he and you were meant for forever.

You can guess that's part of the reason why he's knocking at your door again, flowers in his left hand and his phone in his right. He's drenched in depressing October rain, wearing that ridiculously adorable pout on his face.

Obviously. He knows you, and he knows how fast you drop to your knees when you see those lips curl downwards. It’s exactly why you’re holding onto the sides of your sweater, if only to stop yourself from turning that doorknob.

“I know you’re home, Y/N. Your lights are on.”

His voice is muffled through the thin wood. You take another peek through the tiny hole of your front door—his under-eyes airbrushed with a faint red, the tip of his nose all the same.

The hallway behind him stretches wide, empty, dim with decorated with wet footprints on it’s tiles. Jungwon stands in the middle of the corridor like he owns it, as if your next-door neighbours couldn’t take a step out and catch him here, sopping wet and holding flowers like this was a romantic comedy.

It looks like he’s not leaving anytime soon.

"You shouldn't have come." You respond. His ears perk up, head tilting towards the peephole. As if he can hear the hesitation behind your voice. The hurt on his face is impossible to miss. If only you weren't fresh out of the relationship, it'd make you laugh.

“Then why aren’t you telling me to leave?” He asks, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip at an attempt to soothe his anxiety.

A water droplet rolls down his temple, to his chin, and then drips onto his already soaked t-shirt.

“I just did,” you say. “Go away.”

Yang Jungwon was always terribly persistent when it came to you. Back in college, there were days where he’d lose all sense of responsibility and ditch his much needed study hours just to see his beloved girlfriend—it’s all sunshine and rainbows when he has you laid up in his sheets, no weight on his shoulders when he has your body pressed against his.

And perhaps this spoiled you. As ill-prepared as you were, you knew that Yang Jungwon taking up a job that required him to travel half across the world, multiple times a month, would do something to your relationship.

So, when employment rolls around and you’re finally split apart by your very different job scopes—the schedules, the time, the busyness of it all… it was only a matter of inevitability.

The silence used to be comfortable. It used to be the ones where your limbs could tangle together and kisses felt more lazy than anything else. Now, it’s just stretched thin over bad cell service, laggy FaceTimes and horribly mismatched timezones.

“Y/N,” he’s pleading now. The ceiling light of the sterile corridor outside is reflecting off his eyes, all glassy and persuasive. There’s also something uniquely dangerous about how he chose to wear a white tee under his leather jacket. “Please. I’m begging you, I just want to talk.”

He will not get you. You will not let him in, and you will stand firm on that.

“Please, baby. Let me see you.”

Fuck.

You take a step back from the door for a few seconds. This didn’t require a lot of thinking, apparently, because your mouth soon opened before you could even make your way back to the door.

“What do you want to talk about?”

You tiptoe to get a better, clearer view of Jungwon’s face in the glass. The arm that holds the flowers is now at his side—you can see the way his shirt clings onto his chest like this, peeking through the leather. A brief thought flashes in your mind, one that says ‘he must be freezing’, and to let him inside. You almost do.

Jungwon scrunches his nose, his free hand coming to wipe at it before he clears his throat and speaks up. “It’s been days, Y/N. You haven’t returned any of my calls, my texts. I’ve been worried.”

“Is that so? I’m fine, as you can hear from my voice. Now go home, it’s cold.”

“You don’t sound fine. Please, Y/N. I don’t want us to fight anymore.”

You let a scoff slip. “You don’t look fine, either. Even.”

Your response earns the faintest huff from him—it would’ve been a laugh in any other context, but now, his head just dips, shoulders slumping a fraction as rainwater continues to drip from his hair, sliding down in uneven trails.

“Can you just open the door?” Jungwon asks, eyebrows knitting together. “I’m not here to fight.”

He looks like a puppy that’s just been kicked to the curb. There’s a look in his eye that’s the equivalent of someone getting on their knees and practically begging, and you’re half convinced that Yang Jungwon might do just that.

He definitely would, wouldn’t he?

“Jungwon,” and for some reason—your left hand is on that doorknob. Despite already resolving that you wouldn’t let him inside your home. “I don’t want to fight, either. That’s why I want you to go away.”

“Do you still love me?”

Your voice barely reached him. “Jungwon—“

“Please.”

And perhaps that's why your friends describe you as the one to die first in a horror movie, or the last to have a spine, or simply the one who can't quite loosen her grip on a love she's carried for far too long.

The door pulls towards you, slowly, not without that signature creak and soft thud against your already-chipped wall.

Yang Jungwon stands before you, towering, drenched but significantly drier than thirty minutes ago when he was first begun loitering outside your door. His hair sticks in wet clumps to his forehead, temples, anywhere that’s too long.

The faint tremor in his body makes you want to pull him inside. Wrapping a towel around him to let him dry and sending him off would probably be a very good idea—there’s nothing between you now, no girlfriend-y duties to fulfil other than making sure he doesn’t freeze to death, though you’re sure that anyone (girlfriend or not) would do the same.

Jungwon’s eyes widen when he finally sees you. You’re leaning against the door like you’re expecting him to walk inside, and he does—though he keeps his head low and his shoulders squared as it happens.

“I’ll get a towel for you. Give me a minute.” You manage, back facing him. When you finally shut the door, your body turns back around, only to watch him standing in the middle of your living room like he has no clue where to go.

“Okay.”

His voice comes out quieter than you expect—like the gloomy cold has taken it’s place in his chest. Up close, it’s worse. Or better. You’re not very sure.

You can see everything now, without the distortion of glass or distance to soften it—the way the rain has dragged his hair down into uneven, damp strands against his soft skin. A few pieces curl slightly at the ends, darker than normal, dripping slow, accidental droplets that trace down the side of his face.

One of them slips along the sharp line of his jaw. Your eyes can’t help but to follow obediently.

It disappears beneath the collar of his shirt—if it can even be called that right now. It’s barely even visible with the white fabric being completely soaked through, plastered to him like a second skin.

It’s clinging to the planes of his chest—the faint definition beneath is dizzying, the steady rise and fall of his breathing being the only thing you can zero in on. It leaves very little to imagination, and you hate how quickly your gaze has to flick back up to his face like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t.

It’s most probably because it isn’t. Reminder that you should not be staring at your ex-boyfriend’s chest like he’s still yourboyfriend.

“You were going to get me a towel,” the corner of his lips twitches into a smile. “What happened to that?”

You swallow, pushing yourself off the door a little too quickly. Jungwon’s lips are pursed together, a faint blush painted across his cheeks, and he’s staring at you like he knows he’s got you.

“You’ll be fine,” you force a mocking smile and all Jungwon can do is let out a chuckle—you’re making your way towards the kitchen, his eyes following your figure as it moves further away from his.

You make your way into the kitchen with purpose that feels rehearsed now, with a mind that’s anything but steady. Yang Jungwon hasn’t been in your home in weeks, and you’ve begun to accept the fact that he might become a stranger to this place altogether. There’s still traces of him—in the bathroom, in your bed, on your study desk. The photos of your first trip together are still framed in the hallway, too.

The overhead light flicks on, too bright and exposing when Jungwon’s still staring into you. For a second, you busy yourself with nothing—hands hovering over the counter, opening a cabinet you didn’t need to open, closing it again just as fast.

Behind you, you can feel him. You don’t have to look to know his eyes never left you.

There’s a faint sound of movement—his shoes sliding against the floor, quieter now that they’re no longer dripping as much. He doesn’t follow immediately, though. He lingers, like he’s taking in the space, re-familiarising himself with something he still knows by heart.

By the time you reach for the glass, your fingers are already shaking.

It’s right where it always is—second shelf, slightly to the left—but you still fumble with it, knocking it lightly against the others before pulling it free. The sound is small, but in the quiet, it feels like the only thing you want to focus on.

You set it down on the counter, reaching for the water dispenser until—

“Still in the same place,” Jungwon says from behind you. “You kept it. My cat mug.”

The smell of rain is penetrates your nose almost instantaneously. “I kept most things.”

You can guess what he looks like this close, if you were to turn around right now. Dripping, cold, clothes still sticking to him like half an hour in the warmth did him no favours. His swollen eyes, flushed face, and lips that say ‘please’ like they know exactly what it does to you.

Your grip tightens around the mug. You click on the warm water option, and the dispenser starts heating almost instantly. A soft mechanical hum fills the silence before the first trickle hits ceramic.

Steam curls up from the mug in thin, wavering ribbons, dissolving into the air before it can settle anywhere. You don’t move to pick it up. Your hand stays there, resting against the counter, fingers still slightly curled from how tightly you were holding on a second ago.

“I didn’t think you would.”

You keep your eyes on the mug. “It’s a mug, Jungwon. Not that serious.”

The water stops abruptly. Steam curls above it, fading into the air. You leave it there.

“Y/N L/N.”

When you turn around, Jungwon’s leaning against the counter behind you. Close enough for you to see the outline of his abdomen through the fabric of his tee, but far enough not to her the chatter of his teeth and the shiver of his breathing. You still have to tilt your head to meet his eyes properly.

“What?” you ask, but it comes out flatter than you intend, like you’re trying to hold something back from your own voice.

It’s only after a painfully long minute of forcing yourself to look him in the eye, does he speak.

“I miss you.”

The arrangement of flowers are somewhere on the coffee table. His jacket must be hanging somewhere on the coat hanger, though, the wet fabric of his shirt refuses to let your attention stray anywhere else to confirm.

Right now, Yang Jungwon’s stood in front of you, hands flexing at his sides like he doesn’t quite know what to do with them. You’re standing only one foot apart, your back pressed against the cold edge of your kitchen counter as his on the island—the cup of water stands stagnant behind you, waiting to be picked up.

The space between you feels thinner than it did seconds ago. Warmer, too. Charged in a way that makes your pulse pick up, where your body is suddenly too aware of every inch of distance left between the two of you, and also is desperately yearning to close it.

It would be nice to smell his cologne after weeks of trying to forget it. Every time you thought you did, it would waft around your apartment like a little ghost.

“Won—“

Up close, everything about him feels amplified. The damp fabric of his shirt has started to dry unevenly, clinging in some places, loosening in others, but still outlining him in a way that makes it hard not to notice. The subtle definition beneath, the steady expansion of his chest with each breath, the way his shoulders remain just slightly tense like he’s holding himself back from closing the rest of the distance all at once.

You know he wants to. There’s that half of you that wishes he just would.

“Please,” Jungwon murmurs. “Tell me you miss me too.”

His right arm reaches out—you don’t stop it. His thumb brushes the side of your hip, and you don’t stop it either. You don’t even think about pulling yourself away from the feeling of him on you again.

Jungwon knows what he’s doing.

His other arm follows suite, before they wrap around your waist completely—his large hands always had no issues doing this, pulling you in without any real effort—or perhaps you were always just drawn to him, like a magnet, unable to ever really stay away.

He exhales softly as he feels your warm body press against him. The sound brushes against your skin, and it reminds you of how wrong yet right this feels; your arms do what they’ve always known, wrapping around his torso like pushing him away was never an option.

He’s cold, and still, you melt anyway.

“You shouldn’t have come.”

“You’ve already said that.”

His large hands are splayed across your back—his calloused fingertips from the dedication to the gym, his larger-than-before shoulders that stretch across your smaller frame—it’s just as overwhelming as the first day you met.

Your warmth hits him like a wave, and for a moment, his hands freeze. Your fingers come up to the blades of his shoulders, running against the tiny dips and rises of his muscles; tonight feels like anything but reality, and instead, it’s two months ago when things were still fine and Jungwon was still yours.

He swears he still is, and you try to forget it. Too much time apart does things to you that you’d rather shove down and erase completely—but when your ex-lover is cold, shivering, clinging to your body like it’s the only heat that could get his blood moving—it bubbles right back up. It simmers, boils over and spills.

“You’re freezing, Won,” you mumble, “I really think you should—“

And maybe you have familiarity to blame, or comfort or naivety, because you lean into Yang Jungwon’s touch just as easily as you pushed it away. His hands are coming up your waist, stopping right at your neck—and what else can you do in this moment other than stare into those big, pretty irises of his?

Jungwon’s hand settles firmly at the side of your neck, his palm warm despite the lingering chill in his skin. His fingers curve just enough for you to feel the faint pressure when you swallow, your pulse fluttering wildly beneath his touch—and the moment he realises your breath is shaking, the glint in his eye makes you shiver.

His thumb drags slowly along the line of your jaw, then back again, slow, like he’s retracing something long committed to memory.

“Talk to me,” he whispers, breath ghosting against your lips as your foreheads touch. “Please, Y/N. Don’t shut me out again.”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

For a moment, all you can focus on is how close he is—the warmth of his breath, the way his hand holds you just firmly enough to keep you there, the faint tension in his fingers like he’s bracing for you to pull away.

There’s nothing except for the low hum of the city, and your hearts echoing in tandem as his body presses closer against yours. The rain is merciless tonight, unrelenting, pounding against the glass doors of your balcony like it wanted to be let inside—for now, the warm yellow of your hallway lamp bathes you and Jungwon in that comfortable hue, a stark contrast to the blue cold outside.

His hands feel frozen against your skin.

“You’re always leaving, Jungwon,” you mutter, refusing to meet his eyes despite the distance. “Even when you’re in front of me, you’re gone. I never have all of you.”

He swallows thickly, eyes still locked on yours. Your irises peek through your lashes, blinking slowly up at his.

Your breath catches in your throat. This is the part where you fall to your knees for Yang Jungwon—the part which you tried endlessly to avoid up until today. It’s when the line between logic and everything else blurs, and all you can see is him.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Jungwon mutters, thumb caressing the patch of skin under your jawline. You lean into it like it means something. “We’ll talk about this. I can’t lose you—“

“Jungwon,” you interrupt, your touch firm over his knuckles, offering little resistance to the way he holds your jaw like this was all normal. “What good would it do us?”

He doesn’t respond immediately.

His hand stills under yours, your fingers resting over his knuckles as if you could stop him, or maybe stop yourself. His gaze doesn’t leave your face, not even when you’re actively avoiding his.

There’s something in his expression now—more careful than before, fully aware of the fact that you’re no longer his. You could really kick his ass out if you wanted to.

He’s thinking carefully for once. Instead of just reaching for you, the way he always does.

“If it doesn’t…” he starts, voice lower, rougher than before, “if it doesn’t fix anything—”

He exhales softly, the sound brushing your lips again, closer; his thumb shifts under your jaw, tilting your face up just enough that running from him becomes impossible—it’s not like you’ve been putting in much effort to do that, anyway.

“Then let me have you like this,” he finishes. “One last time.”

His nose bumps against yours in that old, messy fashion that you’ve never nailed. Kissing Jungwon always involves not knowing how fast, how deep to go, because it always ends up in something more intimate than it starts out. For the first thirty seconds, your ex lover lets himself feel—feel what he’s lost for weeks, reminding, retracing.

Forty seconds, and he has his hands wandering all over your warm body like they have no idea where to stay.

Fifty, and they’re running down your back and slipping under that thin, too-tight baby tee that you always wear to bed—fifty-six, and his tongue is somewhere tangled with yours.

“S-shit—you taste so fucking sweet.” he mumbles against your lips before letting you press your body further against his—there’s multiple sirens going off in your head by this point, in which you deliberately ignore, as one does when they have someone like him against them.

Jungwon’s a mess by the time your legs hook around his waist. His hands do the work, looping around your thighs and lifting you up with no real effort: just a small huff from all your weight pressing against his chest, and a (very pathetic) moan that strangles itself out of his throat when you grind against his crotch.

“You missed me?” He smiles against your lips, and it’s an understatement when you say he’s just hungry for you. Doesn’t even give you an opportunity to answer, instead, going for the exposed patch of skin on your neck, laying so beautifully for him.

“W-Won,” you whimper when he sets you on top of your cold, sterile kitchen island—there were months prior to this where you made pasta together on this same surface. “Please—“

“It’s okay,” he says. “I got you.”

It’s not like you’ve never had sex before.

It’s just… you don’t really have sex with ex- boyfriends. Normally. Even so, given that fact, it doesn’t stop you from rutting against Yang Jungwon like your life depends on it, nor does it stop him from undoing the drawstring of your shorts and pulling it riiight down.

“See,” he kisses his teeth, a cocky smile growing on his face—it sends blood right up to your face, watching him watch you, feeling him feel his way into your panties. “All that talk about pushing me away. So pointless.”

His hand slips beneath the band, thick fingers running down your slit, between your folds before coming back up and applying that sickening pressure to your clit. “She miss me, too?”

You’re soaked through by the time Yang Jungwon gets his middle finger at your entrance—teasing, letting only the tip graze your insides. Your jaw’s locked, hung open from trying to draw even breaths into your lungs. “Wooonnn… please. Don’t fucking tease—“

“Aw,” he pouts, eyes flicking back down to where his large hand stretches the fabric of your panties thin. He’s refused to slip them off. Soaking the back of his hand in slick, he wonders—if only for a moment—how it would feel if it was his cock instead. “Don’t get needy on me now.”

You gasp when he pushes past that tight ring of muscle—his finger swallowed whole by your dripping cunt. It curls almost instinctively, intensively, because what kind of man would Yang Jungwon be if he didn’t memorise this?

“Right here,” he mumbles, head hanging low, observing the way the slippery slide of your walls let him pump his fingers so effortlessly. “Feels good, baby? Wanna tell me how much you missed it?”

“Shut.. s-shut up, fuck—“

You choke on a moan—your body’s going into a lock. From sitting upright on your elbows to back arching off the marble, your head’s thrown back when Jungwon adds another finger ‘just for fun’.

His middle and ring finger curl inside of you. The squelching sounds is too much to bear; heat is crawling up your neck like it wants you to drown in it, and as a response, your hands come up to hide the humiliation written all over your face.

“Getting shy on me?” Jungwon mutters, before his free hand darts to pry your wrists away from your cheeks. His fingertips are brushing against that spongy, tingly bundle of nerves inside your core—everything in the room seems reduced to the electrifying feeling that’s buzzing inside your veins, surging, making your head spin.

“Yeah,” his stupidly long fingers are starting to make you see a new universe now, “forgot how fast you cum on my fingers. So cute.”

“F-fuckfuckfuck,” you squeal—your body feels like it’s locking up. The only thing your mind lets you repeat over and over is Jungwon, Jungwon, Jungwon; Jungwon in that shirt that’s still wet, Jungwon that knows your body so well, Jungwon that’s making sure you cum on his fingers or face at least once before he does anything with himself.

You see it in the way his cock presses against the edge of the counter, and the pained expression on his face like he’s just about ready to come undone. It’s always like that with him, always ready to give you everything he can offer if it meant you felt good.

“Fuck, almost forgot how pretty you look like this,” Jungwon mutters under his breath, though you barely catch it with the angels singing in your ears. Your head thighs are spread shamelessly on the cold marble, juices dripping down your inner thigh and spilling over onto the shiny surface—in his eyes, it almost glistens. “Always so damn nasty for me. Look at you.”

The remark would’ve been embarrassing in any other context. It’s too bad that Yang Jungwon knows exactly how to push your buttons, knows precisely what words to spit out of that nasty mouth to get you salivating. It’s dehumanising, really. Animalistic, the way he has your mind reduced to just slush—and though he can get soooo mean, it just doesn’t matter when it gets you cumming all over his fingers by the end of the night.

Most of the night is spent in a haze. Your vision is blurry, but you most definitely remember some parts in passing. You remember sliding down to your knees and almost choking on how big Jungwon was, and how he made you sit on his face by the second hour—though, to be fair, that was a prerequisite.

You definitely remember how he peeled his shirt off, and how he picked you up again like you were nothing, and how he tossed you onto the bed like it didn’t physically hurt to be apart from him for that split second.

You remember how he laughed at you, only to lean in close and press a searing kiss to the exposed skin of your neck—trailing down, wet and hot, until his teeth could pinch the hem of your soaked panties.

You remember how he pulled them off, sliding them down your legs with nothing but a sinful smirk, pink lace caught between his pearly whites like it didn’t get your stomach churning all over again; pupils blown, face flushed red, heart beating in a frenzy when he uses his tongue to drop them onto the floor.

And you can’t, and will never forget the way he’s spreading your reddened thighs with his palms, fucking into you like this is truly the last time he’ll ever see your face.

Every thrust of his hips against yours knocks the wind out of your lungs. You feel him so impossibly deep that your throat feels clogged—the stretch makes your mind go numb, and God, how could you forget how big Yang Jungwon is when he’s bruising your poor cunt like this?

“Good fucking girl,” and his lips are pressed up against yours like it has nowhere else to go. “Made for me, I swear—so fucking perfect.”

His length pumps in and out of you with no real effort, all sloppy and squelching like there wasn’t anyone else in this neighbourhood to be considerate of. The backboard’s hitting the wall, chipping at the paint, and for a brief moment you let yourself roll your eyes at the thought of painting it over—just when you thought you’d never have to again.

“F-fuhhh…” you drawl, hands coming up around his neck at some attempt at stabilizing yourself. Every hit has your toes curling and your body rocking, nails digging into the flesh of his clean, well-sculpted back. “S-shit, Jungwon—feels so deep—“

“Yeah?” he laughs, low and short-lived before he feels you squeeezing on him. “Fuck, you’re so cute. Acting like you haven’t taken me everywhere in this apartment.”

You’re close to tears by this point. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair, now soaked in sweat instead of rain, and it should disgust you—it should be revolting, the way most people’s bodily fluids are, but you’re laid here anyway— glossy lips sucking on his neck, where you know he’s most sensitive, taking in his scent like it’s all you’ll ever know.

He smells so fucking good when he’s fucking you like it’s his life’s purpose.

You feel his pulse under your tongue. You also feel the way his cock is swelling up in your walls, taking up more and more and more of you, until you’re gasping for air and his pace is almost fucking frantic. Jungwon feels like he’s losing himself in you.

“See,” he moans, breath all hot and loud, leaning right into your ear like it isn’t the most filthy thing he’s done. “You’ll always belong to me.”

And as your friends would say*: you did this to yourself*. The desperate nods come as soon as the last word leaves his lips—your ears pick up on every grunt and huff from him, his big arms caging you in once again as you’re trying to recollect your thoughts. Everything’s too much, the room smells like sex and sin and everything you’ve resolved to stay away from, with the man you love right in the centre of it all.

“J-Jungwon, fuck, I can’t,” you gasp when you feel your throbbing clit dragging against his length, impossibly hard and aching for more of you. “We can’t do this—“

“Shhh,” and his hands are so, so gentle when they come up to caress your tear-stained cheeks. You’re sniffling like this isn’t the best high you’ve experienced in your life—you just lean into his touch, pathetic, staring into his pseudo-soft expression as if it had any real concern. “Yes, you can—and you will.”

Jungwon feels you clamp down on him just then, jaw going slack at just how heavenly your pussy feels. It’s criminal that he’s almost forgotten it, forgotten how well you take him, how good and pliant you get when he’s splitting you open—how you welcome him inside every time, despite all your little pleas and stubbornness.

He knows how to get to you. Yang Jungwon knows that nobody will ever fuck you like how he does, and that every man that comes after will have to remember that you belong to him before anyone else. They’ll have to remember that you get all shy when he whispers in your ear, or that you can cum just from his middle finger alone.

Everyone will know. They don’t have a choice.

“Fuuuck,” he rasps, nose bumping into your jaw as he breathes you in. You smell so much like him that he’s beginning to lose his very little composure remaining. “Gonna cum, Y/N—shit, I’m gonna cum—“

“Hngh, ‘m close too,” your arms find themselves tightening around him, desperately searching for something to hold onto. His muscles are flexing with every desperate rut, every frantic roll of his hips, and God, he’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t going dumb at the idea of filling you up. You’d be all warm inside, his cock plugging you closed as he empties himself into your battered cunt, and you’d take every single drop of it like it was what you’ve always meant to do.

“God, I love you so much,” he whispers, and though it makes your eyes shoot open, you find yourself muttering the same phrase back to him. There’s something sweet in the way he leans in close, just to give you a tender kiss, and then the room flips upside down when his tongue is sliding at your bottom lip again; soon enough, he gets messy, and you’re moaning into each other like you’re the only two people on this street.

“Always mine, mineminemine,” Jungwon huffs. “Don’t ever forget it, mm? You belong to me.”

It crashes into you. Blinding, deafening, like something in you just exploded after the pressure’s built up for months.

You’re soaking him shamelessly, hot and dizzying—Jungwon’s moans sound like they’ve been clipped straight from a porno, disgustingly loud, and still: it makes your orgasm shake. Electricity is buzzing through you, and just what does your ex know to do when you’re crumbling like this?

Go deeper.

“Fuckfuckfuck—w-wait, Jungwon!”

Your pleas mean nothing. He’s being selfish, and he knows it. He doesn’t care if it’s too much, he doesn’t care if you’re crying because he’s too big, he doesn’t care if you’re going to cum on his cock for the fifth time in an hour.

Oh, and he definitely doesn’t care that you’re not together anymore. That’s never stopped him, has it?

“Shit,” his hips snap into you, ruthless, unforgiving, bruising your cervix like it’s personally wronged him. “Wanna get back together, mm?”

“You’re… hngh—you’re crazy, Jungwon!”

“Worth a try.”

© kissued 2026 — do not repost, edit, redistribute or translate my work without prior permission and credit. all my work is strictly fictional and not an accurate representation of these people in real life.

[jungwonslover]

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[heev4n]

TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!

[ʚɞ] ── TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME!

[ʚɞ] ── rule #1: don't make your professor jealous. [ʚɞ] ── rule #2: tell him what you want. NEVER keep him waiting. [ʚɞ] ── rule #3: you must ALWAYS obey him.

[ʚɞ] ── pairing ʚɞ― englishprof!leeheeseung x fem!reader

[ʚɞ] ── warning ʚɞ― 18+, smut, mdni, possessive!evan, jealous!evan, spanking, sexual content, unprotected p in v, fingering, masturbation, dick sucking, sexual tension, dirty talk, degradation, rough sex, cum eating, creampie!, using a tie as handcuffs!, d kink used!, oral sex!, cockwarming, using a ruler to spank your ass, pussy spanking, obsessive!evan

[ʚɞ] ── word count ʚɞ― 6.7k

[ʚɞ] ── heev4n ʚɞ― hiya angels! wrote a short fic for y'all! I couldn't stop listening to tell me what you want by sasha keable so I decided to make the title! I dedicate this to @vmpiricou ★ love you 🤍

as a professor who seemed to be soft, reassuring and caring. he has never been this aggravated and cold in his life before. 

and everyone in the lecture hall could feel it. seething out of his exterior, yet, his soft spoken voice stayed the same, rich and smooth like a freshly brewed cup of hot coffee. but this time, his tone seemed bitter like the lingering aftertaste. 

the air changed when the powdery sound of chalk dragging along against the chalkboard became aggressive with every word he wrote. it wa echoing through the lecture hall even if the people in the back can hear it 

his gentle bambi eyes turned vixen, scanning the entire hall like he was investigating everyone one by one until he sets his eyes on you: on your phone, giggling on whatever was on the screen. he didn't even need to look around the room to know who you were texting. 

the boy who seemingly held a flirting tone with eyes sparkled with lust. heeseung knew that he was just a guy you were using to make him jealous. but the way you played along looked real. a little too real. he clenches his jaw and fiddles with the chalk in his hand, putting all his anger into it.

he recounts the times where he witnessed the seductive looks, the constant giggling, the lingering touches — the sight before him makes him boil with rage. 

but he always put his professionalism first before breaking his unwavering exterior. so he resumes class like normal. even if he was putting all his rage onto the chalkboard like it personally offended him. 

and you knew that he was seething with rage. you could smell it from a few rows away as he smiled like everything was okay. 

ʚɞ

his breaking point was when you showed up to class in his favourite skirt he always loved seeing you in. it flows softly with every step you took like it was orchestrated with every move you make. and he knows you could feel his gaze on you, the way his fist turns white with rage, suffocating the pencil that he was once playing with, now grasped with pure rage.

his eyes follows your path, eventually settling on the boy who's been hanging around you like a leech ever since last week. for the boy who observed from afar who seemed to have confidence, was now is at a loss of words. heeseung's eyes turned dark as he watches the way the boy's eyes widen at the sight before him, analyzing the way the lustrous gaze turned worse. and here u were, smiling like everything was normal when it was far from it.

your skirt was too short and heeseung can practically see your panties from metres away. lace panties. one thing that he loves seeing you in. 

he clenches his jaw and fiddles with the chalk in his hand, putting all his anger into it. he watches you and the boy sit down beside each other, waiting for when the clock struck the scheduled time.

one thing you knew not to do was to never piss him off.

ʚɞ

now here you were, laid perfectly on his lap with your perfect ass out on display as he spanks your ass with a ruler. 

"mmpfh!" a loud echoing slap booms through the room. you feel a lingering sting on your ass, the sudden contact on your skin made you spiral. you hissed when you felt his hand gently place to where the source of pain was, rubbing soft circles against your pink flushed skin. "are you still counting doll?" his voice was soft yet stern, sending shivers down your spine. "y-yes." you whimpered, the pain was starting to overwhelm your senses. you don't even remember what number you were on due to the overstimulation of him spanking your ass to release his anger. 

he gives you another spank, earning an angelic whimper to escape from your sweet lips and he smirks as he feels you trying to hold yourself together. "what number was that?" you froze, heart dropping in your chest. "i-" your breath hitches, trying to make up an answer but nothing leaves your lips. you immediately hear him kissing his teeth in utter disappointment. "tsk tsk tsk wrong answer." he spanks your ass again. "now we have to restart again sweet girl." 

you yelp, body jerking out of spite. "now what are you sorry for." he smacks again and you whimper. "i'm sorr-" you feel another smack. "what was that? I couldn't hear you baby. speak up." you could feel his amusement and his sly smirk through his tone. "i'm sorry for— mmph! — being a bad girl and —mmfh! — disobeying your orders." he hums, not by satisfaction but the lack of empathy in your words. "is that right…you couldn't wait patiently for me so you decided to start playing around like the dirty little slut you are?" you couldn't answer so instead, you whimpered in response. 

"you loved seeing me jealous. loved watching me go insane while you let him get close to you." he growls, his smacks become more aggressive and frantic. you could feel a pool of wetness dripping along your folds as he spanks your ass once again, leaving you to feel helpless under his control. 

"such a naughty girl……you like pissing me off?" he runs his delicate fingers on the curve of your ass, roaming closer and closer to your wet core. your body jerks at the soft touch of his, tickling over your flushed skin that makes you shiver with excitement. with every stroke, your heart beats faster. you feel your entrance clench at nothing as his fingers were caressing the softness of your skin, leading closer to your sensitive parts. he notices the way your body twitches at the slightest touch that makes him smirk in amusement. he drags his fingers over your wet folds that causes you to jerk violently in his lap.

"oh? you're so soaked baby…all this from just spanking?" he caresses your folds again and as expected, you shiver at the contact. this time, his fingers rubs against your wet folds, stimulating every possible noise he can release from you. "fuck baby, you sound so good…i can't wait to ruin you." your breath shortens at that sentence, only making you wetter than before.

to ruin. to you that meant something that was inescapable, a lesson that you needed to learn. your plan by making your professor jealous worked but at what cost? this was a side of him that you've seen but not to it's full extent. every word felt like a foreshadow of what's coming. and you were scared but also excited.

"are you going to be a good girl for me?" his voice was soft, mixed with possession. "are you going to behave like the obedient slut you are?" he answers like a demand. you couldn't muster up an answer, due to the overwhelming sensation of his fingers massaging every sensitive part of your exposed core. and in a flash, he spanks your ass again, the stinging feeling returning like it was biting you back. "don't make me ask again." he growls, the tone of his turned into a demand, the soft spoken demeanor was no longer. 

"i-i'll behave!" you squeal, feeling his fingers pleasuring your needy core. "good girl. already doing a great job following my instructions." he chuckles out of amusement as he watches you obey so obediently all for him. "tell me, do you deserve my fingers inside of you." he gently draws soft circles on your pussy, your juices coating on his fingers. "y-yes." you let out a breathy moan, sinking your teeth onto the flesh of your bottom lip. 

"you're gonna have to do more than say yes sweetheart. prove to me that you deserve my fingers inside of you." his words sink into your ears like silk, the softness of his tone curls into your ears like a cradle. 

"p-please sir, i need your fingers inside of me. use me like a puppet." you wiggle beneath him, showing how needy you were to be pleased. his lips curve into a slight smile, enjoying the sight of your desperation. he feels the rush of blood aching in your skin. he feels the throb of your aching core, begging him to cure the tortuous feeling pooling deep in your gummy walls. he ponders only for a second, contemplating if you really deserved to be pleased. hearing you whine was music to his ears. 

"tell me you'll be a good girl and maybe i'll give you want." you yelp as the hard wood up against your aching pussy, making your body jerk at the sudden contact. "i'll be a good girl for you s-sir." your voice was soft, almost like a whisper, cracked and squeaky as you try to numb the pain. 

you stir beneath him with a soft breath that escapes your lips, showing how needy you were getting. you feel his fingers glide up your soaked folds, creating a buzz of sensitivity to roam down your spine with every soft, gentle touches that make your body jerk on the spot. you feel a finger pressing into your entrance, making you shudder as he continues to shove deeper into your gummy walls. it pulls a moan out of your mouth as your soft padded walls were automatically clenching onto his finger like you were both connected. "h-hee.." your voice was breathy, cracking as you continue to feel the pressure getting tighter and tighter.

"damnn baby….you're so tight.." he curls his finger, your body shifting in his lap. "you're sucking my finger in so good…think you can take another one?" and without waiting on your answer, you feel him put a second finger in, and a loud squeal escapes from your thorax as your thighs became to tremble as the pressure became too much to handle. 

with two fingers inside of you — you were still tighter than ever. he couldn't exactly flex his fingers in the way he wanted to but every curved movement he makes, it seemed to make a sweet moan leave your lips while your body flinched in response. he digs in deep, pressing into your squishy parts to find the trigger. the button that makes you jolt and fully makes you ruined. 

he begins to move his fingers in a flicking motion as your walls flutter at the same time. your moans become louder as his pace starts to grow frantic. your insides were so warm and toasty, it felt like a hand warmer. "mmph…..fuck.." you bit your lip as you tried to stifle your moans, feeling an overload of pleasure as he moves with in a rapid pace. he doesn't stop. he moves with eagerness but with precision. his pace isn't sloppy but it was fast — in a way that it was controlled. 

the feeling of his fingers were lingering in the deep tunnel of your core, pumping into you deeper and deeper as your body begins to squirm uncontrollably in his lap at the overstimulation. the slick sound of his fingers against your sopping wet cunt was making his urges worst. he feels a tinging sensation flowing through his veins, making his blood rush with adrenaline, and he wanted to the feeling linger so his movements began to strike faster, almost out of instinct. and it only made you wetter and the scene more lewd. 

you were throbbing, flushed and drenched by your juices speaking than words could ever express. a series of broken moans begin to fall out of your mouth, trying to interrupt every sentence you tried to form. you attempt to fight against the stimulation by forming sentences fast but they always end up interrupted by an accidental moan.

"y-you'r-re goi—!" your chest heaves up and down rapidly as you part your lips to create anything that sounded audible. 

"hm? what's that? you're going to have to speak properly princess." he smirks. he fucking smirks. the sight was amusing and the sounds that were escaping felt like music to ears. he feels himself getting more and more aroused with every thrust his fingers make. he was getting hungrier and hungrier for more and his desires kept pulsing out of his skin like they were begging to be let out. to have control over his body. 

you were still struggling to speak, gasping for air that was enough to support you from losing your own breath. you tried to calm your chest from breathing heavily but your body was speaking with a mind of its own, expressing how close you were, approaching to your limit. 

your walls began to clench tighter around his fingers and he notices. "are you getting close?" his soft spoken voice talking through the erotic sounds of your pussy gushing. you nod your head as you feel your stomach twist and everything started to feel more sensitive than before. "are you going to cum princess..?" his fingers don't stop. they break through every barrier of walls sucking his finger in, making him work twice as hard to reach the sensitive parts.

you nod your head violently as your muscles begin to feel taut, your toes curling in your shoes, you swore you were going to create a hole in them. his fingers keep moving, maintaining the pace as you were about to chase your high. his pace was getting faster and faster and the knot in your stomach begins to fold and tighter and tighter as the sensation was building up and getting ready to release—

until. 

"i don't think you deserve to cum princess…you still haven't convinced me you're sorry." your body was trembling, thighs twitching aggressively as you feel him slow down. you whine beneath him, letting out a small cry of pleasure as you shake your hips for more. "ah ah ah behave." he could sense your pouty lips and desperation from the way you continued squirm and brings your hips up to push his fingers even deeper. he gives a few more soft thrusts before it slides out of your pussy, your cunt clenching around nothing now that all you felt was a aftershock of your soon to be orgasm as it lingers. 

his fingers were doused in your juices, the toasty feeling disappearing as the cold air engulfs the warmth. he brings his fingers up to his mouth, giving a small kitten lick that made his stomach churn in excitement. you tasted so sweet, sweeter than anything he's had this past week. the taste has him licking his lips, trying to savour the flavour before it disappeared. he continue to lick every drop he collected, pulling away with a soft pop before he dives back in to get every crevice. 

your body turned limped, your thighs were calming down but the tremors were still presence. they were twitching slightly as your muscles finally relaxed, riding out the remaining stimulation. 

there is a heavy silence between the both of you. all you could hear was the small pops that would occasionally break the barrier. you didn't utter a word but responded with soft breaths. you heard a loud, exaggerated pop before you hear him speak. 

"get up." he leans back against his chair giving you space to leverage yourself. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. you part your lips but you stopped yourself before you could say anything, not wanting to pry further. you rise from his lap, almost falling over as you settled your weight on your feet, your thighs beginning to tremble aggressively. you eased off, now standing in front of him, leaving space between the both of you. the room was silent, surging with tension and his bambi eyes scanned your entire frame like he was envisioning all the possible ways he could punish you. but he really wanted you to feel torn — aching — dazed. 

"strip for me." you freeze. 

"w-wha-"

"you heard me, strip. now." he interrupts and you look at his eyes only to immediately do as you're told. 

and just as you were about to take a step. "you stay there." you watch him unbuckle his pants. the buckle of his pants loosens, the metal creating a sharp sound that made you tremble in anticipation. you feel a stream of goosebumps prickle on your skin with every slight move he makes. the sight before you made you feel small and helpless, the way he held eye contact with your figure with eyes laced with desire, the most inhumane fantasies that swells in his brain. his gaze drifted like he was painting you with his mark, claiming your body without touching. he can feel his urges pressuring him to ruin you and be fucked like the slut you are, but he knew in order for you to learn your lesson, he has take things slow and if it meant edging you till you cried then so be it. 

his hands move without a second thought, slow and precise as he tugs his pants down, revealing a large font that reads "PLAYBOY" with a little bunny placed right beside the large letters along the waistband of his jet black boxers. 

you could see a hardened bulge poking through the fabric like it was begging to escape. you gulp in suspense when he slowly peels off every layer of fabric one by one, agonizingly slow. you stood there, fully exposed as he continued to stare like he was burning holes into your body. you fidget with your fingers, trying to stimulate the rising heat flowing through your skin but as much as you tried to cool yourself down, you felt weak under his lustful gaze. 

he slowly tugs down his boxers, every shift of movement making you shiver with anticipation as his dick twitches with eagerness with the sight of your body enticing him to leave you wanting more. he's seen you naked multiple times before but this exact moment felt different. maybe it's the way you were submitting yourself to him all too submissively like you truly knew where you stood or — it was the fact that he knew that no matter what you did to provoke him — he was always going to win. 

he continues to pull them down, low enough that his cock springs out. the tip leaking with precum, flushed and swollen. you watch his hand wrap around the base, gently stroking as his hand becomes coated with his own juice, softly moaning as he bites his lower lip trying to catch every moan that was threatening to escape. as much as he tried to hold up the strict facade, he was truly desperate to be inside you but he wouldn't fold so easily. 

you feel your stomach flutter as your eyes widen at how flushed his dick looked. you gulped at how big he was. it's been a little while since you've both done anything risky because of busy schedules, overload of assignments and grading, there wasn't a moment where you both could relax. 

especially heeseung. with the semester almost coming to a close, he's been getting endless emails, printing out exams, attending meetings, grading the last remaining assignments while also trying to balance his personal life and you. 

the week has left him stressful to the point where he neglects you sometimes. it's not on purpose but the exhaustion has taken a toll on his body. occasionally, he finds himself spacing out with his eyes feeling heavy, before he catches his consciousness. 

he promises that he always will give you is undivided attention but trying to tackle with tight schedule made him forget the promises he made. 

and you being petty and needy, his ignorance made you feel more clingy and horny. you've already finished all your exams so the entire cohort gets to start their summer break while the professors have to put the grades in at the expected deadline. 

but that little stunt you pulled had only made the situation worse. yet, you got what you wanted at the end of the day either if you've won or thought you did. 

"see this? this could have been inside of you but you decided to behave like a brat." his hands glide up and down his shaft as his eyes were fixed on your own, scanning your perfect features. he finds you chewing on your lip, a little habit you make whenever you're nervous or aroused. he catches your chest stammer, fluttering as he stared at you with hungry eyes, watching your eyelids look towards the ground. "i'm sorry.." your voice, quiet as a whisper. 

"you want this? you want daddy's cock?" you slowly look up to see him stroking faster as he softly moans. "yes.." you softly whisper. you couldn't look him directly in the eye as his gaze was too dangerous, one look and you already felt embarrassed. the petty, confident behaviour soon leaves your body as you accidentally look into his covetous eyes, a pretty sight that makes you daydream but one that is beholding and fearful. 

"my eyes are up here sweetheart." his voice was demanding but not enough to startle you but to tell you how much he controlled the room. "you want to make daddy feel good?" the serious tone that he held disappeared, replacing with one that felt smooth like silk on stone. you nod as you stood there with quivering feet and a desperate ache that needed to be filled. "use your words baby doll. tell me what you want. " 

"i want you to put me in place daddy. use me like your personal fuck toy." his eyes darken while his dick twitches in his hand, urging to feel your touch. you watch his hand slow down, pre-cum glistening over his hands.

"good girl..now come here and get on your knees." you slowly walk towards him, lowering yourself as you look up at him with the position of you in between legs as he leans back in his chair. "suck it and don't try to use any teeth. if i feel you use your teeth. we're ending it here, do you understand?" your eyes widen as his words hiss in your ears. "y-yes daddy." you whimper. 

"good girl, now go on, suck my cock." he leans back against his chair and you stare. the tip of his cock was flushed and full of pre-cum, it was a sight you truly haven't seen in a long time. there was an unbearable silence that filled the room as you wrapped your hands around his cock, you gently stroked the base of his dick, feeling it pulse in your hand. he gasps softly, softly moaning as he tried to calm himself down. he feels shivers go down his spine as your soft hand gliding the structure smoothly.

you gave him a few more strokes until you wrapped your mouth around his swollen tip. he tips his head back, silently cursing at how warm your mouth was. it was so cozy and inviting that his pulse was starting to quicken as you slowly tried to fit him in entirely in your mouth. your eyes start to water the deeper you pushed, tears were glossing over your vision as his size was breaking through every barrier. you stopped halfway, the pressure beginning to clench as you feel your breath starting become unstable. "f-fuck!" he groans, his lips slightly parting to let out small gasps. 

you began to rock your head back and forth, slowly and carefully. the stretch of his dick was hitting the back of the throat, making the tears stream down your face. "your mouth feels so good baby." he looks down at his lap, watching your head flick up and down as he sees your salvia coating every inch, getting wetter and messier. he pants, every motion began to feel tighter and tighter in his stomach. he needed a release. he can feel that you were resisting, to play it safe. but he needed to ruin your mouth. 

he grabs a fist of your hair, pushing your head all the way down. he groans lowly, hissing as his entire length was fully in your mouth now. your eyes widen with shock, with the pressure becoming overstimulating. your hands clenched into fists as you feel your breath shouting for a release. to regain stability. you could hear him curse under his breath like he was praising the softness of your mouth, like he still wasn't used to the feeling. 

his hips jerk up, feeling the tip punch the back of your throat and you moan at the feeling. his hands was keeping your head still as he thrusts his dick in a rhythmic pattern. with every thrust swallowing your breath, wrecking your mouth as you clenched your eyes shut, as he does anything but slow down. the sensation was overbearing your thoughts like it was invading something it shouldn't. "h-holy fuck.." the words leaves his lips like he saw something that broke through his exterior, the sight was bringing him closer to his own limit. he curses at himself for almost reaching his limit sooner than he anticipated, but the pleasure was too addicting for his own good. 

your salvia begins to drip down, thick and slow like honey. his pace becomes more sloppy but still hungry for more. at this point, you felt like you were going to faint with the pace he was going at. it was brutal with the slam of his hips punching deeper and deeper into your throat like it was digging for answers that you couldn't explain. but with every thrust he was jabbing, it felt like your mouth was starting to relearn the shape of his cock that has been untouched for what seemed like ages. and his desires were responding with the answers you were looking for. he was just as desperate as you. to feel full. loved. to fill the hole that was emptied out. 

"i'm getting close baby….i'm gonna cum in your mouth.." his hips stammer, ragged breaths leaving his lips as his cock continues to disappear with every roll of his hips. your moans were broken with every thrust hitting the back of your throat, treating your uvula like a punching bag. "fuckfuckfuck." he quickens his pace at the last second as you squeal at the brutal stimulation, ending off with a thrust that shoots a thick substance into your throat. your cheeks begin to puff as his cream fills every surface of your mouth. 

he slowly pulls his dick outta your mouth, a string of saliva creating a stringy web to form as his dick oozes with leftover cum as it releases from your mouth. your lips were drenched with your own drool and his milky cream smeared all over your plump lips. 

"fuck…" he breathes, taking a deep inhale as his heart was pulsing violently in his chest. "open your mouth for me." you open your mouth, his white substance coating every surface, some threatening to trickle down the corners of your mouth, but he catches it with a soft drag of his finger, placing it back into where it belonged. "so pretty……swallow for me." it trickles down your throat, lingering in your mouth like it wanted you to savour the taste of his own arousal. 

he hums in satisfaction as he catches your throat, watching a lump stream down. "open your mouth." and when you do, he finds not a single drop wasted. he smiles, his eyes softening as he scans your pretty face, he tucks a hair behind your ear, your stomach fluttering at the feeling. "you're so beautiful." you look up at his framed eyes, watching how his eyes sparkle, his pretty gaze never cease to amaze you. it was so innocent like a dream that felt too good. felt too real. it made you forget that there was a dark part of him that was hidden under that gaze. a wolf in sheep's clothing. 

"but i'm not done with you yet baby. you still have to satisfy me." his eyes dart to your lips and then your eyes and you saw something tick in them. like in a flip of a switch, you felt your stomach tighten, not from fear but from excitement. "bend over on the table." he commands, feeling your skin twitch. 

you settled yourself on the table, popping your ass out on display. you could see his shadow engulfing your figure, his warm hands on your hips, adjusting to align himself with your entrance. you hear ruffles of fabric as his shadow moves, he removes his jacket, tossing it to the side while letting it rot on the floor like it had no purpose. you felt his hands drag along your skin, delicately as they roam on your stomach, inching their way towards your breasts as you feel a soft pair of lips pressing against your cold flawless skin, feather light to the touch, leaving a trail of lingering heat as you feel them drag higher and higher along the center of your back. you feel a shiver running through your body with his hot breath ghosting over your skin until he reached your nape, kissing along the structure of your shoulders with his hand kneading your breasts with every kiss. 

you could feel his erection poking at your entrance, making your body jerk as it makes you shift whenever he moves. his lips disconnect from your skin and his hands settle on your hips, pulling you back a bit so he could adjust himself, his cock drags along your soaked folds, flooding your core with his slick. you let out a soft gasp at the swollen hard-on creating friction against you that added onto the heat you were already felt from his own touch. 

"you're so wet angel….all nice and prepped just for me. are you ready to take my cock?" he coos, lining himself at your entrance. your slick coating the tip as it brushes ever so softly like it was prepping itself before it disappeared inside of you. you nod your head as your breath begins to falter, waiting for him to ease himself. 

then you feel him pushing deeper, feeling the warmth of your walls soothing around him. he groans lowly as his nails were digging into the soft fat of your skin as the tightness began to overwhelm his senses. "f-fuck you're so tight….s-shit." he hisses through his teeth, his framed eyes watching every move as clear as day; watching his dick being swallowed by your hole. 

he watches your thighs clenching instinctively as your knees were starting to give out as he pushed deeper until his entire length was inside of you. you let out a squeal as you feel your stomach being stuffed full. the way he was entering you with such ease, you swore you were going to cum. 

your pussy clenched down aggressively as your body was trying to slowly adjust to his overwhelming length. your knees were bucking together as you try to stabilize your trembling legs. you can feel his hips slightly bucking forward as your gummy walls were massaging him and his hands were making imprints on your hips, painting them white from the pressure.he throws his head back, exposing his neck as his adam's apple was forming a noticeable lump as his moans were spilling out with ragged curses. 

"how can you still be so tight.." he lets out a small puff, pulling out of you before slamming back in. you whimper as the slow action felt too much. it was too teasing. it was winding your thoughts as he was setting a pace that made you feel all the staggering shocks as your body was shaking at his size. "you feel so good…" the slow drive of your cock was kissing your cervix, receiving a whimper to escape from your throat. "d-daddy…hnngh…" you backed your ass into him, a desperate whine flees from your mouth as your head was turned to look at him with desperate eyes and pouty eyes. "be patient doll…daddy wants to take his time." he reaches his hand out to remove strands of air out of your face as his other hand kept you locked in place. you wanted to him the cure ache in your stomach, pleasure the parts that needed a little attention. 

he felt a bit bad for teasing you, seeing you desperate and wrecked from just his touch alone. your gummy walls were warming his cock like freshly washed blanket that came out of the dryer, it's warming essence still lingering. "fuck it, you feel too good." his grip became bruising and the slow pace became aggressive. the soft glides became a brutal pounding as the slaps of skin were booming through the office. you let out broken moans and ragged curses as you felt your cervix getting punched by his ruthless thrusts. 

he grunts, your walls were sucking him in as he kept up a rhythmic pace. the way you clench around him was making enter into a daze. it was making his brain all fuzzy as you got tighter and tighter to the point where you squeezing every drop out of him like you were begging for his milk to paint your insides. "f-fuck daddy..hhngh.." you whine as your body rocks back and forth on his dick while your vision was turning all sparkly and hazy. "you're doing so good baby." he says in between thrusts, his breaths turning into pants. 

he snakes one of his hands around your neck, pulling you up near his lips. you feel his hot breath grazing the shell of your ear. "who do you belong to?" he growls into your ears, his grip becoming firmer. "i belong to you." you whisper, letting out short pants as his cock was still driving into you. "i don't ever want to see you close with him again. understand?" his tone was dark, full of control. you didn't answer right away and the grip became possessive. "understand?" he repeats. 

"y-yes s-sir." you softly whisper. 

"good." and with swift moments, he pushes your head down with some force, your head facing against the wooden surface, the cold panels sticking onto your skin from your arousal. his hand remained around your neck while the other was angling you. you felt full, stuffed and overwhelmed. he was fucking you so good that you didn't realize that his grip became looser and his pace became agonizingly gentle. he pulls out of you and you whine at the absence of his dick, clenching around nothing as your body ached for his touch. 

he shoves all the stationary and his graded papers on the floor, objects clashing together as they rested on the floor. "get on the table." you plopped on the table, now facing him as he shifted in between your legs, already fiddling with his tie. "lie down." your back makes contact with the cold exterior, the icy cold feeling causing your body jerk due to the difference of temperatures. 

you watched as he rolled up his sleeves before loosening his tie, his skilled, slender fingers unfastening the knots while you stared at his soft hands with admiration while also picturing naughty scenarios. as he undoes, he ties them around your wrists, creating a small knot that was tight enough to restrain any movement but not too much to hurt you. "is it too tight or is it okay." his sweet bambi eyes look at yours with a concern. "it's perfect." you smile as he does the same. 

he grabs your legs that were dangling along the edge of the table and places them on his shoulders. he drifts his hands along the side of your legs, settling them on your hips, tugging you closer before you felt his dick hovering over your clit. he grabs the base and slowly pushes himself inside once again, your slimy walls inviting him with ease. you both gasp as the pressure began to build up, heeseung tilts his head back as your back arched with your hands tied above your hand. 

he began to move, the overwhelming feeling biting back. he hisses, eyes fluttering as his glasses were drifted away from his vision. the tightness was something he never got used to, and maybe it was because he forgot the feeling of ecstasy. what it felt like to be released. and once he felt the pleasure, it was something he couldn't let go. 

the rush of his thrusts were penetrating you that shook your nerves, thumping against your skin as you took him all in. his rhythm was timed and calculated, the type to really delve deep into the spots that were un-cared for. and he groans loud, filthy, his grip creating indents in your skin from his nails, creating crescents onto your soft, smooth complexion. your voice box was crying for help as nothing but broken moans and uneven breaths were slipping passed your lips. the pressure was intense but it was building up inside of you that was sweet and addicting like it was hooking you against him. to stay inside of him to feel the eternal bliss your body craved. "mmph — h-hee!" your teeth instinctively caught your bottom lip as you tried to mute the moans that threaten to escape. 

he was laser-focused on your pussy, angling you so he can nudge his cock to bruise your cervix, to find the trigger that makes you tick and fall into a deep trance. pleading him for more as you both slip into a daze of irresistible pleasure. "fuck you feel so fucking good — you're mine baby…" he thrusts again and again and again, his rhythm keeping up as you clenched even harder. "mine to breed, mine to fuck." his voice turned into a growl, a threat of possessiveness seething through his words. his jealously started to enrage him as he thought about the boy who looked at you in a way that screamed a desire that was tugging at your strings to just feel a touch or a taste of your attention. the thought of someone looking at you just makes his blood boil with rage. so his pace became rougher with every slam of his hips, making you cry out. "tell me baby doll….you're not gonna let him use this pussy are you?" his sweet angelic face turned all pouty with his bambi eyes hypnotizing you with every ounce of control he had over you. "n-no daddy." you shake your head as you continued to take his brutal jabs. 

"good girl…..i'm getting close baby…." he asks as the pleasure made him overly sensitive. you sweet, sultry voice was dripping with a control that was slipping from his grasp. he began sounding desperate and whiny for a release. the sinful sounds of skin against skin was mixing with your moans as he was beginning to chase the high he was longingly craving for. his head was tilted back, his glasses settling on the bridge of his nose that was on the verge of falling, the ways his pace began to speed up when the approach was coiling in his stomach. 

you could feel your body buzzing with electricity as a tingling feeling was twisting in your stomach. your walls began to clench tighter out of instinct as the approach driving you closer to the edge. the pleasure was clouding your thoughts as you can feel your stomach tighten up. 

"fuck daddy i'm gonna cum!" you moaned, your back arching and your muscles tightening under your skin. your body was trembling violently, thighs twitching as you feel your release spilled out, coating his dick with your warm fluid. 

"fuckfuckfuck!" heeseung spilled your insides with his cream, his voice desperate, wrecked and out of breath. his body was trembling as the release took almost everything out of him. he catches his breath, trying to calm down the adrenaline pulsing in his chest. his grip on your hips loosened, an imprint of his own grip marked on your skin, slowly fading away as your skin regained its natural colour. he pulled out of you slowly, both of your releases spilling down your folds. your legs dangle on the edge of the table as he gently places them down. 

your face was flushed and your body was convulsing from the aftershocks of your orgasm. you lay there, cheat heaving, skin sticky and utterly wrecked by the man who was utterly obsessed with you. 

heev4n! ── omg I'm finally done....heheh hope y'all enjoy this one!

[prettybs]

baby im on my knees instantly

[hoonkitti]

shared secret ─ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

best friends who share everything… including their side chick.

𓊆박성훈 & 심재윤& 박종성 x fem reader𓊇 baby, is it me or are you doing something to me? when you smile, it’s shining, but for some reason, you’re lying inside. dangerously, you’re beautiful. you slowly came to me, my dilemma like a habit. ─ baby don't like it, nct127 ⫶ 𐔌masterlist꒱

𓆩♡𓆪 wow hi :< it's been a minute since i wrote + something so long + smut?! + foursome?!?!?! ... i'm super sorry in advance if this is so shit because yk i don't reread my smut and this is genuinely just 10k of filth hahsheahs and i miss u guys so much kisses kisses kisses :x

word count 10k content advisory heavy infidelity/cheating, lowkey polyamory? possessiveness, side chick, jay is a football player, jake is a nerd, toxic relationship, moral ambiguity, hoes before bros or whatever, no one's a good person here, mentioned of underage drinking (1), kinda sunghoon biased i'm so sorry, non proofread! smut advisory foursome (fmmm), very nasty mayne, different sex scenes, squirt, fingering, cum stuffing, oral, fellatio, pussy licking/sucking, lots of making out jesus, dirty talk, profanity, locker room fucking, creampie, cumshot, tit play, jake's in love with your tits and sunghoon can't stop kissing you, flirting, jay's gentler than the others, jake is lowkey a softdom/sub, sunghoon's a hard-dom and mean, use of slut, whore, cumdump etc. doggy style, side-fucking, missionary, creampie after creampie, car sex, hotel sex... might miss out some but pls.

growing up as a trio—jake, sunghoon, and jay always, and always made sure that no secrets are kept from one another. from highschool, and attending the same college, they stuck together like glue—rooming in the same dorm block, sharing the same late–night runs, copying each other’s work despite not taking the same major but shared classes.

they called themselves 02z (and sunghoon always thought that it was corny) and no matter what happened, the rule was simple: no secrets. everything got laid out on the table—the good, the bad, the ugly, and the embarrassing. 

and they’d proven it time and time again.

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

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

but the real payment was the tighter bond between them.

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

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

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

uh, oh. 

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

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

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

jay went quiet.

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

like it was just you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——

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

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

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

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

“my little reward.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——

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

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

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

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

he never meant to rearrange that list. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a pretty one at that too.

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

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

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

“oh—you typed quantitative wrong here—” 

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

jake froze.

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

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

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

“don’t worry about it.”

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

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

“see? right here. fix it, jakey.”

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

that damn cleavage and top.

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

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

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

not when he’s easily swayed like this.

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“uh huh? what else?”

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

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

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

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

that pushed him over the edge. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“shit—i’m cumming—!”

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

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

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

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

——

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

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

that’s when he saw you.

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

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

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

that was all it took for him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

morality had always been quite a blur to sunghoon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so… where are we going?”

“a hotel. closer than my place.”

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i know you, yn,”

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

“how?”

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

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

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

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

“shh—shut up and let me do the work.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

right?

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what a romance.”

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

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

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

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

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

you bit your lip, pretending to think about it—

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

“yn?” 

sunghoon.

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

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

sunghoon didn’t let him finish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“always pissin’ me off—”

his phone suddenly started ringing on the nightstand.

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

“sunghoon, you in here—?”

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

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

for a long, suffocating second, nobody moved. 

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

the colour drained from his face. 

jake and jay stared, wide–eyed, stunned. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the room was thick and silent for half a second.

then it clicked. 

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

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

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

“how do you know jay?”

“and how the hell do you know jake?”

“you and sunghoon—?”

now the focus shifted entirely on you.

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

“i—” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the tension snapped. 

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

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

you were panting, head spinning from the sudden overload.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“open that pretty mouth, baby.”

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

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

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

“greedy little girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you nodded your head and that was all jake needed. 

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

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

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

they filled you onto your back. 

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

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

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

you wondered if this was the consequences of your actions. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“we love you too.”

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

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

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

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

you didn’t even get to finish. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“my turn.”

sunghoon didn’t waste a single second.

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

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

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

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

“clean ‘em.”

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

a broken moan tore from your throat.

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

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

“open your mouth.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the room was silent except for heavy breathing and panting.

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

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

“you’re our secret girl now.”

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

[bloodthirstyuii]

Absolute cinema