해설 y/n has reached an inexcusable amount of fame. when chosen for a cameo in a cortis music video, she finds one member catches her eye more than the others, and the internet notices.
warnings fluff, tension, use of y/n
for some reason, before meeting cortis, you imagined the members would be reserved and overly polished the way idols usually seemed in interviews.
you were very wrong.
the second you walked onto set, martin nearly knocked over a lamp trying to bow to you too fast.
keonho immediately started apologizing for him while laughing.
“this is so embarrassing,” somebody muttered.
“you’re literally making it worse,” martin shot back.
you liked them almost instantly. the entire group was very polite and kind, but one member caught your eye. james.
he stood slightly behind the others at first, hoodie sleeves pushed over his hands while everyone else talked over each other.
he smiled when you introduced yourself.
“nice to finally meet you,” he said casually.
like you were just another person walking onto set instead of someone whose face had been on billboards for the last year.
that was the first thing you noticed about him. he didn’t act impressed. throughout the first day of filming, you mostly stayed around the whole group.
between takes everybody crowded around the monitors together arguing over scenes and making fun of each other’s expressions on camera.
you learned quickly that the five of them never shut up.
at one point seong and keonho started debating whether one of them looked taller in a specific shot. they kept dragging you into the argument like it was life or death.
“be honest,” keonho said dramatically, pointing at the screen. “does he look taller than me there?”
“absolutely not,” you answered immediately.
the room exploded.
“THANK YOU.”
“she’s lying.”
“you’re insecure.”
“move.”
in the middle of all the yelling, you looked over and caught james laughing quietly to himself near the back of the room.
when he noticed you looking, he grinned slightly.
that was the second thing you noticed about him.
he paid attention to everything.
after that, little things started standing out.
like how he naturally moved aside so staff could get through crowded spaces first, how he always noticed when you looked cold between takes and silently handed you hand warmers without making a thing out of it, or how he looked directly at whoever was talking even in chaotic conversations, like he actually cared about listening.
the mv itself only made things worse. the concept was supposed to be dark and cinematic, which meant your scenes with james ended up being the most tension heavy.
the first time the director asked james to pull you closer during a scene, he did it easily and naturally, with one hand settling lightly against your waist that you could tell was a little shaky.
“perfect,” the director called out immediately. “that’s exactly what i wanted.” the members behind the monitors started yelling instantly.
“holy shit!”
you laughed, stepping away once the cameras cut, but when you glanced over at james he was already rubbing the back of his neck with a small smile. after that, everyone started noticing. especially the members.
noticing how you somehow always ended up beside james during breaks even when the whole group was around. how james started looking at you first whenever something funny happened on set. how you asked him questions more than the others without realizing it.
one night during filming, the five of them and you were crowded around a tiny table eating takeout while staff reset equipment.
you sat down beside whoever had left an empty chair open.
james.
martin immediately smiled and put down his fork.
“crazy coincidence.”
james threw a balled-up napkin at him instantly.
“shut up.”
by this point, the entire group was amused.
“i didn’t even say anything.”
“you were about to.”
“because you’re acting weird.”
“i am not.”
you looked down at your food to hide your smile while the group started losing their minds around him.
james just shook his head, muttering something under his breath while everyone laughed at him. that was probably the moment you realized the attention between you wasn’t one-sided.
then came the hotel.
filming wrapped late and everybody was exhausted. managers wanted everyone leaving separately because the teaser photos had already started going viral online.
you were halfway through the lobby with the group when security suddenly sped up. camera flashes exploded through the glass doors outside.
“seriously?” keonho groaned.
everything became loud fast. security talking over each other., staff rushing people toward exits, cameras already pointed directly at the doors. you hated paparazzi, you always had.
james cursed quietly under his breath while martin tried joking to lighten the mood, but the second the doors opened the yelling started instantly.
without really thinking, you moved closer toward whoever was nearest to you, which of course, was james, who glanced over immediately.
“y/n, you okay?” he asked.
you nodded and looked down, pulling your sunglasses down over your eyes as you walked out of the hotel. his expression shifted slightly, his hand pressed lightly against your back while guiding you through the crowd toward the suv waiting outside.
the cameras went insane. your hand gripping james’ sleeve for balance while security rushed everyone forward.
“oh my god,” martin muttered under his breath behind you.
“not now,” james shot back instantly.
the second you all got into the car, martin shot his eyes toward james. “they’re gonna think you guys are dating.”
“oh lord.” you covered your face with both of your hands, slumping forward and sighing.
“we didn’t even do anything,” james shot back.
“you two were literally glued together.”
by morning, the whole universe would think you’re dating james.
( 심재윤 ) In which - (Part 1) You finally leave your toxic ex after catching him cheating, only to be dragged to a rival hockey party where you meet Jake Sim. One reckless night of revenge
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Warnings / Tags: smut, mature content, dirty talk, jealousy, heavy sexual tension, oral sex( female rec), praise kink, rough sex, phone sex interruption, fingering, aftercare, cheating, possessive ex, jealousy, manipulation, football vs hockey rivalry, rebound romance, party scene, drinking/alcohol,
I used to think relationships were supposed to hurt. After three years with Kang Daniël , pain had become normal.
Everyone on campus knew Daniël. Football captain. The kind of guy people feared almost as much as they admired. Girls wanted him, guys followed him, and professors looked the other way whenever he caused trouble.
And somehow, he picked me. The quiet girl nobody really noticed.
Our relationship had always been messy. Daniël was jealous, controlling, and way too comfortable using his fists when he got angry. He cheated constantly too.
We'd break up, he'd cry and beg for another chance, swear he loved me, and somehow I always ended up taking him back.
Until last Wednesday.
Finding my best friend Vanessa in my bed with him had finally destroyed whatever love I had left for Daniël.
So this time, when I broke up with him, I meant it.
For two days straight he'd been blowing up my phone with calls and messages, but by Friday night I was determined to ignore every single one of them.
I’m sitting cross-legged on my dorm bed, pretending to study, when my door suddenly slams open hard enough to make me jump.
Sunoo walks in like he owns the place. “Get ready,” he announces.
I frown at him over my textbook. “Absolutely not.”
“That wasn’t a question.”
“I’m serious, Sunoo. I don’t want to go out tonight.”
He rolls his eyes dramatically before tossing clothes onto my bed. A tiny skirt lands on top of my laptop followed by a cropped top that shows way more skin than I usually wear.
“You’re acting like your life ended,” he says. “Meanwhile your toxic, ugly, annoying ass ex is probably somewhere punching walls and writing pathetic drunk texts.”
“He is writing pathetic drunk texts,” I mutter. Sunoo snatches my phone from beside me and groans loudly at the screen. “Thirty-one missed calls?! Oh my God. He’s actually insane.”
I grab for it, but he holds it above his head.
“Sunoo.”
“Nope.” He narrows his eyes at me. “You’re not spending another Friday night crying over Daniël freaking Kang.”
“I’m not crying over him.”
“You were literally listening to sad music in the dark when I walked in.”
“…that’s unrelated.”
He laughs. “Yeah; Sure it is.”
I sigh, dropping my face into my hands. “I just don’t wanna deal with people tonight.” For a second, Sunoo softens. “I know,” he says quietly. “But staying locked in this room isn’t helping either.”
I look up at him.
Sunoo has been my best friend since freshman year, before Daniël gets possessive and starts deciding who I can and can’t spend time with. Even then, Sunoo never fully leaves me alone. He always finds ways to check in.
And right now he’s giving me that look; the one that means he isn’t taking no for an answer.
“Fine,” I groan. “But if this party sucks, I’m blaming you.” His face lights up instantly. “ I Knew you’d come around.”
Twenty minutes later, I’m shoved into the outfit he picks, my hair loosely curled, lip gloss freshly applied, and dragged across campus toward his car.
I buckle my seatbelt suspiciously. “Okay… where are we actually going?”
Sunoo smiles. Not a normal smile either. A dangerous one.
My stomach drops immediately.
“No.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Sunoo.”
“It’s Lee Heeseung’s birthday party!!”
I nearly choke.
Because there’s one thing everybody at Seorin University knows; Hockey and football don’t get along! The rivalry is ancient at this point; fights at games, broken noses at parties, public scandals. It’s basically campus history.
And Daniël hates the hockey boys most of all.
For Three years, he practically forbids me from going anywhere near the hockey fraternity.
The hockey team has their own reputation on campus.
Campus loves them of course.
“The boys are way more fun than those stuck-up football assholes anyway,” Sunoo says as he pulls up outside a massive fraternity house glowing with lights and music.
Sunoo is good friends with the hockey team. He was 2 years a member before he found out he had to share a house with 6 other boys and only ONE working bathroom.
Now he just trains with them, and in case of emergency, he can step in as a team member if needed.
I stare at the crowd outside in panic.
“This is a horrible idea.”
Sunoo only grins.
“No,” he says, dragging me out of the car. “This is your hot-girl healing era.”
The party was already in full swing by the time Sunoo dragged me through the front door of the hockey house.
I hadn't wanted to come. I'd been curled up in my dorm with a textbook, trying to ignore the twenty-seven missed calls from Daniël, trying to forget the way Vanessa's moans had echoed through my own apartment last week.
"This is a bad idea," I muttered, sipping the cheap punch. It was already spiked; heavy on the vodka, light on the juice.
"It's a great idea." Sunoo beamed, his hand on my lower back, steering me past a crowd of bodies that pulsed with bass. "You broke up with that piece of shit. You deserve to live a little. And the hockey boys are way more fun than those stuck-up football assholes."
I flinched at the mention of the hockey team. For two years, I'd been forbidden from even looking at them. Daniël's jealousy had been suffocating, his fists quick when I so much as glanced at another guy. But Daniël wasn't here. And I was tired of being scared.
There were two kinds of ‘kings’ on campus.
The football boys ruled loudly; parties, followers, rumors, girls hanging off their arms like accessories. Daniël and his crew practically owned the social scene. Shawn, Minjun, Ji-ho, Jin, Do-hyun; all rich smiles and cruel egos, the kind of boys who loved attention almost as much as they loved themselves. They were hot, untouchable, and mean enough that nobody dared cross them.
Then there were the hockey boys.
Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Jungwon and Riki. They somehow managed to be just as infamous without even trying. They didn’t chase popularity; They’re effortlessly popular without even trying to be. There attractive, cocky, flirtatious; definitely players, but not in the cruel way the football boys are. Hockey boys do aftercare. They walk girls home. Remember names. Make sure you drink water before passing out at parties. Campus loved them.
And Daniël hated them.
For three years, he’d made sure I stayed far away from the hockey fraternity. Said they were players. Said they wanted one thing. But honestly? So did the football boys.
The only difference was that hockey boys smiled while breaking hearts. Football boys crushed them.
The house was huge! A crumbling fraternity mansion reappropriated by the ice hockey boys. The walls were lined with vintage jerseys, framed photos of the team hoisting trophies, and a shattered goalie stick that someone had mounted like a piece of art. The living room was packed with students grinding to some new remix, the air thick with sweat, cologne, and the sweet haze of smoke and vape clouds.
I spotted a few familiar faces from campus. Park Sunghoon leaned against a pool table, his arm around a girl with long black hair. Yang Jungwon was laughing at something on his phone near the kitchen. And there; in the corner, surrounded by a small crowd was Lee Heeseung, the birthday boy, smiling that killer smile that made every girl on campus weak.
I shook my head, trying to focus on Sunoo as he introduced me to a few of the hockey players. They were surprisingly nice! Not the cold, arrogant assholes Daniël had always described.
Riki offered me a shot of soju. Jay asked if I was okay, noticing my nervous energy. Heeseung gave me a simple nod of recognition. He knew who I was; probably also heard the rumors that had spread after the breakup.
I relaxed a little. The alcohol helped. After two more cups of that lethal punch, my limbs felt loose, and the edges of my anxiety softened into something almost warm.
And that's when I bumped into him.
I turned around from the makeshift bar in the kitchen, and my elbow collided with a solid chest. The cup in my hand tipped, spilling punch down my front and onto the white T-shirt of the guy I'd slammed into.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry—" I stammered, grabbing a napkin and dabbing at his shirt. It was already ruined, a dark pink stain spreading across the cotton.
"Don't worry about it." His voice was low, amused, that made every word sound like a smirk. "It was getting too clean anyway."
I looked up.
And my breath caught in my throat.
Sim.
Jake Sim stood in front of me, his dark hair messy, his eyes glinting under the kitchen lights. He had that jawline that could cut glass, lips curved into a teasing smile that made my insides flip. Up close, he was even more overwhelming; broad shoulders, toned arms, and a presence that demanded attention without asking.
“Jake,” he says, extending a hand toward me.
I reach for it automatically, his grip was firm, warm. "I'm—uh—" My voice cracked. I cleared my throat.
He chuckles softly and lets his hand fall instead.
“I know who you are Sweetheart.”
My stomach tightens. He tilts his head slightly, eyes dragging over me in a way that makes heat creep up my neck.
“Daniël’s girl.”
“Ex-girl,” I correct immediately.
Jake raises a brow at how fast the words come out of my mouth.
“Oh?” he says, clearly interested now.“ We broke up.” I said awkwardly. A slow grin spreads across his face, dangerously pretty.
“Well, damn.” He leans against the kitchen counter beside me. “That explains why you’re standing in a hockey house wearing that look on your face.”
“What look?”
“The ‘I’m either about to ruin my life or heal emotionally’ look.”
I laugh before I can stop myself. Jake’s eyes light up like he’s proud he got the reaction.
“So,” he continues casually, taking a sip from his drink, “what’s Daniël’s ex doing at a hockey party? Thought football boys kept their girlfriends on a leash.”
I nearly choke on my drink.
“That obvious?”
“To everyone except him, probably.”
I shake my head, smiling despite myself. “Sunoo dragged me here.”
“Smart guy. He never really brings someone.” Jake steps a little closer, lowering his voice over the pounding music. “Honestly? Seeing you here is kind of shocking.”
“Why?”
“Because Daniël hated us.” He smirks. “Especially me.”
Something about the way he says it makes my stomach flip.
“Well,” I mumble, looking down at my cup, “he doesn’t exactly get a say in what I do anymore.”
Jake goes quiet for half a second. Then his smile changes. Less teasing. More flirtatious.
“Good,” he says softly.
I glance back up at him.
He’s already looking at me like he’s decided something. “You know,” he says, eyes dragging slowly over my face, “you’re really as pretty as everyone said.”
My face burns instantly. “Everyone said that?”
Jake huffs out a laugh, shaking his head a little. “Sweetheart, do you really think a campus full of boys didn’t notice Daniël dating a pretty girl?”
I stare at him. “That’s mildly terrifying.”
“Nah.” He moves even closer until I can smell his cologne over the alcohol and smoke in the room. “What’s terrifying is how Daniël let you walk around looking like this and still thought nobody would flirt with you.”
My breath catches.
Jake notices immediately.
Of course he does.
He tilts his head, that grin still playing on his lips. "And I think you need another drink. That one is half on my shirt."
“Yeah, sorry about that”
“No worries sweetheart”
He takes the cup from my hand, his fingers brushing mine deliberately. He's gone before I can protest, weaving through the crowd toward the keg. I watch him go, broad shoulders, confident stride, the way people naturally part for him.
When he comes back, he's holding two fresh cups. He hands me one, our fingers touching again.
"To new beginnings," he says, clinking his cup against mine.
"To forgetting."
We drink. The alcohol making my head spin. It's the way he's looking at me, like I'm the only person in this packed house.
"So," he says, leaning against the counter beside me again, close enough that I can smell his cologne; something clean and masculine, undercut with the faint scent of sweat. "What's the story? Daniël cheated, I'm guessing. He always had wandering eyes."
"With my best friend."
Jake lets out a low whistle. "Ouch. That's a double betrayal."
"Yeah." I take another long drink. "Found them in my bed. My bed. While I was supposed to be at the library."
"Fuck." He shakes his head. "That's cold. Even for Daniël."
"You sound like you know him well."
"We played basketball together in highschool. He's talented, I'll give him that. But he's always been entitled. Thought he could have whatever he wanted without consequences." His eyes meet mine. “Looks like he’s finally facing the consequences.”
I don't know what to say to that, so I just drink.
We stand there for a while, talking about nothing and everything. He tells me about the season, about the rivalry with the neighboring college's teams, about the time Sunoo accidentally set the kitchen on fire trying to make ramen. I find myself laughing, actually laughing! For like the first time in weeks.
We finish another drink. Then another. The kitchen gets louder, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the floor, making my chest thrum in sync with the music.
Suddenly, someone stumbles into me, splashing a cold wave of beer across my thighs and shoes. I gasp, looking down at the mess, but Jake is already there.
His hand lands firm on my lower back, his fingers splaying across my spine, pulling me flush against his side.
"Come on," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating against my ear. "Let's go clean that up."
He leads me through the crowd, his grip possessive as he steers me past groups of laughing players and girls dancing on couches. The hallway is dimmer, the air cooler, the walls lined with team photos and forgotten jackets. The noise of the party fades into a dull roar as he pushes open the door to the bathroom and steers me inside, clicking the lock shut behind us.
We stand in the small space, the fluorescent light humming overhead. Jake grabbed a towel from a cabinet, put it under the water, and cleaned the sticky beer from my bare legs.
When he’s done, he stands up and looks down at me. His eyes are dark, blown out with a hunger that mirrors the ache in my own gut. He doesn't say a word. He just leans in, his breath hot against my lips, hovering for a heartbeat, teasing me. Before he finally closes the gap.
Jake crashes his mouth onto mine.
It’s not gentle. It’s a collision, hungry and desperate, years of pent-up frustration pouring into a single, bruising kiss. His tongue forces its way past my lips, claiming me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless.
I let out a low, needy moan right into his mouth, my hands flying up to grip his hair, pulling him closer as if I can't get enough of him.
His hands slide down from my waist, yanking my hips hard against his. I can feel the thick, rigid length of his cock pressing firmly against my thigh through our clothes, pulsing with every heartbeat. He groans deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through my entire body.
He pulls back just an inch, his lips swollen and wet, his chest heaving. He looks at me with raw, unfiltered lust, his voice a rough growl.
"Fuck this," he pants, his forehead resting against mine. "Let's go to my room."
His room is big! King-size-bed in the corner, hockey gear scattered on the floor, a desk under the window cluttered with textbooks and a empty Gatorade bottle. He kicks the door shut behind us, and the lock.
In the dim light from the window, I see him clearly. He's beautiful, sharp jaw, full lips, eyes that seem to see right through me. His chest rises and falls quickly, his shirt stretching across broad shoulders.
I barely had time to breathe before his hands were on me; cupping my face, tilting my chin up, pulling me into a kiss that started teasing and turned ravenous. His tongue swept against mine, tasting of alcahol and something sharper. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
He walked me backward, step by step, until my spine hit the edge of the desk. The wood bit into my hips through my skirt. He didn’t stop kissing me, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs, hoisting me up onto the surface. His body pressing between my legs.
“Fuck,” I gasped, breaking the kiss. “You’re eager.
He grinned, that cocky, lopsided grin. “What can I say? You’ve been doing that thing with your eyes all night. Driving me crazy.” His hand slid up my thigh, pushing the hem of my skirt higher. “And I got a good look at you in that skirt. Been thinking about bending you over this desk since I saw you.”
“Then stop thinking and do it.”
He laughed, but it was dark, hungry. “Bossy. I like it.”
I reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. “You talk too much.”
He caught my wrists, pinning them behind my back. “And you rush too much. We’ve got all night, princess.” His mouth found my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear. I shivered, my head falling back. He bit down, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark. “I wanna hear you say my name before we’re done. And I wanna hear you beg.”
Before I can respond, my phone buzzes in my clutch. Loud. Insistent. I ignore it, pulling Jake back to me, but he pulls away, raising an eyebrow.
"Your phone."
"Leave it."
It buzzes again. And again.
Jake's eyes narrow. "Is that Daniël?"
"I don't care. Just—"
He reaches into my clutch before I can stop him, pulling out my phone. The screen glows with Daniël's name.
"Jake, don't—"
But he's already swiped to answer. But he doesn't say anything, just holds the phone to my ear, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Hello? Hello?! Why did it take you so long to answer?!" Daniël's voice crackles through the speaker, angry and slurred. Drunk, probably.
I glare at Jake, but he just smirks, his free hand sliding to my hip.
"Daniël, we're broken up. Why are you calling me in the first place?"
"Don't give me that shit! People are texting me that you're at the fucking hockey boys' party! Are you trying to humiliate me?!"
Before I can respond, Jake's mouth is on my neck. I inhale sharply, my hand flying to his chest to push him away, but he doesn't budge. His lips suction against my skin, tongue tracing the column of my throat.
"I—Daniël, it's none of your business where I am—"
"None of my business?! You're my girlfriend—"
"Ex-girlfriend!"
Jake bites down, hard. I let out a small moan and quickly cover my mouth. He pulls back, his lips brushing my ear.
"Not too loud," he whispers, his voice a low rumble. "You don't want your stupid ex to hear you."
I shove at his chest, but he's solid, immovable. His hand slides under my skirt, fingers pressing against my pussy through my panties.
"Are you there with someone?!" Daniël's voice is furious now.
"No!—"
Jake's fingers hook my panties aside, I slowly lift my hips to help, and he shoved them into his pocket with a smirk. “Souvenir. Don’t worry, I’ll give ’em back later. Maybe.”
He drags his fingers through my folds, collecting the wetness that's been building since the hallway. I gasp, my hips bucking into his hand.
It took me a second to collect all my toughest again.
"And what if I am at a hockey party? We're broken up, leave me alone!"
"NO, I will NOT!"
"You literally cheated on me with my best friend!"
"She threw herself at me! And you were home studying or something, so it's your—"
"WHAT?! IT’S MY FAULT YOUR DICK FELL IN HER PUSSY?!"
"NOOOO, not like that! I still love you, I miss you—"
As Daniël rambles on, Jake sinks to his knees in front of me. I look down, confused, my mind still half on the phone.
"What are you doing—"
But he cuts me off by lifting my skirt, baring me completely to him. The cool air hits my wet pussy, and I shiver.
"I know. You’re there with someone!" Daniël's voice is shrill now. "I'm gonna come get you!"
Jake looks up at me, his eyes locked on mine, and then his mouth connects with my pussy.
I let out a loud moan; can't help it. His tongue slides through my folds, lapping at my clit, and my knees buckle. I grab the edge of the desk behind me, steadying myself.
"What was that?! I knew it! I'm coming over there right now—"
Jake stands up in one fluid motion, takes the phone from my hand, and brings it to his own ear.
"She's busy, Daniël. As you can hear." He hangs up, tosses the phone onto the bed, and turns back to me, his lips wet with my arousal.
"Where were we?" he asks, stepping into me.
I don't answer. I grab his shirt and yank him into a kiss, tasting myself on his lips. He groans, his hands gripping my ass, lifting me beter on the desk.
He stands between my legs, pushing my skirt up to my waist. I'm completely exposed to him, my pussy slick and ready.
"You're so fucking wet," he says, his voice rough. "Look at you. Dripping for me. And your ex just heard you moan. That's going to eat him alive."
"Stop talking about him."
"Fine." His fingers find my clit, rubbing slow circles. "Let me talk about you instead. How beautiful you look like this. Skirt up, thighs spread, waiting for me."
I whimper, my head falling back.
"Eyes on me," he commands. I obey. "That's it. I want to see your face when I fuck you."
He unzips his jeans, pulls out his cock. It's thick, heavy, the tip already glistening. He strokes himself once, twice, then lines himself up with my entrance.
"You ready, sweetheart?"
"Please, Jake."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me."
He thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. I cry out, my back arching off the desk. He's so deep, so full. I feel stretched, claimed.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groans. "So fucking tight. squeezing my cock like you never want to let go."
He sets a rhythm; deep, measured strokes that hit a spot inside me that makes my toes curl. He leans over me, one hand gripping my hip, the other tangled in my hair.
"You like that? You like being fucked on Daniël's rival's desk?"
"Yes—"
"You like knowing he heard you moan for me?"
"Yes— fuck—"
"Good." He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in. "Because I'm going to make sure you forget his name. By the time I'm done, you're only going to remember mine."
He picks up the pace, his hips slapping against mine. The desk groans, shaking with each thrust. I'm gasping, moaning, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"Harder," I beg. "Please, harder."
He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back until my spine arches.
"Yeah? You want it harder?" He drives into me with brutal force, and I scream. "You want me to fuck you so hard you can't walk tomorrow?"
"Yes—yes—"
He pounds into me, his rhythm losing control. He's grunting now, his forehead pressed to mine. "You feel so good. This pussy was made for me. "
His hand drops between us, fingers finding my clit. He rubs roughly, in time with his thrusts.
"I can feel you clenching. You're close, aren't you?"
"Yes—please, let me come—"
"Not yet." He slows, pulling almost all the way out. I whimper in protest. "I said I want to make you forget his name. We're not done yet."
He keeps that maddening pace, barely moving, just enough to keep me on the edge. His lips find my ear.
"You're going to come when I tell you. And you're going to scream my name so loud the whole house knows you're mine tonight."
"Jake, please—"
"Please what?" He thrusts once, deep and slow. "Tell me what you want."
"I want to come. I want to come on your cock."
"That's my girl." He kisses me, sloppy and passionate. "Come for me, sweetheart. Let go."
He drives into me, hard and fast, his fingers working my clit. I shatter; my orgasm crashing through me in waves. I scream his name, my body convulsing around him.
He follows a second later, thrusting deep, groaning as he spills inside me. Hot, thick, filling me. His hips stutter, and he collapses against me, both of us breathing hard.
We stay like that, tangled on his desk, his weight a comforting pressure. His forehead rests against mine.
"Holy shit," I whisper.
He laughs, breathless. "Yeah. Holy shit."
He pulls out slowly, carefully. I wince at the emptiness, but his hands are gentle as he helps me off the desk. My legs are jelly, and he steadies me with a hand on my waist.
"Easy," he murmurs. "I've got you."
He leads me to his bed, sits me down. I watch as he disappears into the bathroom, hears the water run. He comes back with a damp washcloth and drops to his knees in front of me.
"Lift your hips."
I obey, and he gently cleans between my thighs, wiping away the mixture of both of us. His touch is tender, reverent, nothing like the rough manhandling from minutes ago.
"You don't have to—"
"Shut up," he says softly. "I want to."
He cleans me thoroughly, then tosses the washcloth aside. He finds a t-shirt in his drawer: soft, worn and helps me pull it over my head. It's huge on me, falling to mid-thigh.
"Better?" he asks.
I nod, not trusting my voice.
He strips down to his boxers and climbs onto the bed beside me. He pulls me against his chest, his arm wrapping around my waist, his lips pressing a kiss to my temple.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah. More than okay."
"Good." His hand strokes my hip, tracing lazy circles. "You were amazing, you know-Fucking incredible."
I blush, burying my face in his chest. He laughs softly.
"Shy now? After all that?"
"Shut up."
He kisses the top of my head. "Never."
We lie there in comfortable silence. The party hums faintly downstairs, but it feels miles away. His hand never stops moving, stroking my hair, my back, my arm.
"Can I get you anything?" he asks. "Water? Something to eat?"
"Just stay."
"I'm not going anywhere."
I feel safe. Warm. Wanted.
"Jake?"
"Mm?"
"Thank you. For... not making it weird after."
He pulls back to look at me, his eyes serious.
"Hey. Listen to me. I know we just met, but... I felt something.”
Pairings: Brother's Best Friend!Heeseung x Fem!Reader
IN WHICH you start an OnlyFans to pay for your parents' damaged car after an accident that was most definitely your fault. Little do you know that your biggest fan is none other than your childhood crush and your older brother's best friend: Lee Heeseung.
WC: 4.1k
Content/Warnings: MDNI, Brother's Best Friend, Childhood Friends, Reader is Jay's Little Sister, Reader is Spoiled, Sprinkle of Fluff, Cursing, Mentions of Drug Use, Smut, Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Aftercare, Bathroom/Counter Sex (trying very hard to be quiet).
A/N: In honor of our Heeseung's (second) debut ❤️
You tilted your head back on the bed, moaning as you ran your fingers through your folds, wet sounds filling your room.
The red recording light of your laptop blinked in front of you, pointing directly at the spot where your fingers dipped into your entrance and cutting off above your bare chest. You never showed your face.
The friction sent jolts of pleasure down your back, the tight coil of heat between your legs growing with every second.
Your free hand gripped the sheets, fingers turning white as you felt your climax approaching. You put your thumb on your clit, rubbing fast and hard circles as your orgasm crashed over you, drawing a silent gasp from your lips as your mouth dropped open.
You arched on the bed, your breasts bouncing as you collapsed onto the mattress with a spent thud. Your breaths were ragged as you panted, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before sitting up and ending the recording. You dragged it to your drafts folder before closing your laptop and heading for the shower.
After half an hour of edging yourself on camera, you were always a sticky mess. But it was all worth it for the money. Three weeks on OnlyFans, and you were already halfway to the 1k you owed your parents for fucking up your dad's car. You had insisted that a cat ran in the road, and you just had to swerve, but your older brother Jay smelled the weed on your breath before you’d even finished your carefully constructed cover story. He’d sold you out without a second thought, almost as angry as your parents at your recklessness.
They said you were an embarrassment, a damper on the Park name. But you knew from the tinge of fear in your mother's eyes that they were mostly just scared. Scared that they could have lost you.
You swore that you’d never do it again, but it wasn’t enough. So your dad decided the best way to learn would be to take it out of your bank account. The only problem? You were hopelessly broke.
As much as you were embarrassed to admit it, you had always relied on your parents' money. While your friends all held part-time jobs in high school, you would go to the mall, dragging Jay around to buy the newest designer purse or jar of face cream you didn’t need.
And now you were months away from going to college, and after the car situation, your parents made it painfully clear they were done spoiling you.
So you tried. You tried looking for a job, handing in your meagre resume at fast food places and clothing stores. But no one ever called you back, and you were starting to think you’d be living at home for the rest of your life.
But then, one night, at 12:23 AM, you were staring at your phone, scrolling through Instagram comments, when you saw them: a strand of those sex bots begging for followers.
A light bulb went off in your head like a spotlight, and you looked down at yourself in your oversized shirt and underwear. Why work when your best source of income was right in front of you? Your body.
By 1:00 AM, you had made an OnlyFans account, and by 2:00 AM, you had posted your first video, your skin hot and flushed after touching yourself. You watched as subscribers and tips flooded in, and by the end of the week, you had $200 in your bank account.
It shocked you how easy it was. Play with your tits, do a bit of moaning, and bam, money.
Men were so easy.
But after a few days, you noticed that one particular account kept popping up in your feed. It always left the biggest tips and was one of the first viewers to pop up on every video. The username was simple, designed like it was meant to blend into the background: zedlover01
You didn’t think much of it; it made sense that people would have favorite creators as they do on any social media site. But you couldn’t help but be curious. Who was he? A 40-year-old man in his mom’s basement? A run-of-the-mill pervert? Or maybe he was like you, a college kid looking for a bit of a thrill.
You were sitting on the couch in the living room, brainstorming ideas to spice up your content, when the front door opened.
Jay’s voice filtered into the room, accompanied by the voices of his annoyingly attractive college friends, Jungwon and Heeseung.
You’d always crushed on them in that quiet, thrilling way, blushing if they met your eyes too long, stomach fluttering if they said your name a certain way. It helped that they were sweet, especially Heeseung. He’d always ask if you wanted to join whatever game they were playing on the TV, if you wanted a ride somewhere, or if you wanted him to make you an extra ramen packet. Every time, his warm eyes would brush over you like gentle lapping waves on a beach, making your legs feel weak under you.
You wondered how they’d react if they knew what you did in your room every night.
“Hey y/n!” Jungwon said, plopping onto the other couch next to Jay. “How’s the job search?”
You pursed your lips, keeping your expression neutral. Of course, Jay had told them. The day Jay kept a secret from Jungwon would be the day you won the lottery.
“Ok, I’m still looking.”
Heeseung sat on the couch next to you, keeping one cushion spaced between you. “My brother works at the dollar store by the mall. I could ask him to recommend you.”
His gentle voice swept over you, making you feel strangely relaxed. You smiled politely. “Thanks, Heeseung, I’ll keep that in mind.”
Jay snorted from across the room. “y/n wouldn’t be caught dead in a dollar store. Her tastes are way too expensive.”
You glared at him. “That’s not true! Dollar stores are…nice.”
“Have you even been in one before?” Jay asked, his eyebrows raised.
You looked down at your lap. “No…”
Jay smiled. “I rest my case.”
Heeseung chuckled. “It’s ok, y/n, no pressure at all, just thought I’d ask.”
“No, no, I really appreciate it; I’m just…keeping my options open.”
For just a second, something on Heeseung’s face shifted. His eyes narrowed, an almost imperceptible flicker of knowing behind his pupils, as if—just briefly—he could see right through your lie. But then it was gone, and his easy smile returned. “Of course, I understand.”
Pretty soon, the boys had shifted to playing games. Jay pulled up Mario Golf, fitting, since the other unspoken part of your punishment was going to the course with Jay a few times a week. Your parents called it ‘sibling bonding time,’ clearly meant as a way to tame your delinquent brain, as they hoped to have your brother's sense of responsibility rub off on you. (although they didn’t say that last part out loud).
Like always, Heeseung offered you a controller, but you declined, not wanting to embarrass yourself any more times than you could control in front of him. When you played with Jay, you always ended up hitting the ball into the bunker.
The three of them took turns swinging with their Joy-Cons, the room filling with a mix of curses and celebrations as the balls either completely missed the hole or flew straight towards it.
Heeseung was surprisingly good, and every time he stepped up to swing, your eyes traveled from the flex of his bicep up to the focused intensity in his eyes, his hair falling softly over his forehead.
He’d swing and get his ball right next to the hole, causing Jay to groan and Jungwon’s eyes to widen. Then he’d turn around, a laugh stumbling from his lips as he met your eyes. You would nod at him with an equally giddy smile, finding its way onto your face, and for just a second, you swore his gaze dropped down to your lips.
It was so brief you thought you’d imagined it, but the damage was done, and a swell of heat traveled up your neck as he sat back down next to you, the single cushion between you suddenly feeling way too small.
As you watched Jay and Jungwon take their turns, you realized you were hyperaware of Heeseung’s movements. You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing over every time he ran his fingers through his hair or bounced his leg, making the couch tremble under you. You just kept wondering how soft his hair was, or how much you wanted to bounce on his lap…
You inhaled sharply, wiping the image from your mind. This was not the time to be having fantasies about your brother’s best friend.
But Heeseung noticed.
His Bambi eyes flicked over your face, watching the way you pursed your lips and shifted in your seat. Even though you felt his gaze like a brand on the side of your face, you didn’t look at him, instead forcing yourself to watch the screen, letting Luigi’s disappointed face distract you from the needy pressure between your legs.
Then, Heeseung stood up for his last turn. He got into position, chest turned towards you, and face tilted towards the screen as he readied his shot. While the others held their breath as they looked at the screen, your gaze lingered on the slight parting of his lips, wondering how they’d taste.
Jay’s voice cut through the room. “Let’s go, zedlover01.”
You watched Heeseung’s entire body go still.
It took a few seconds for the familiarity of the name to click, but when it did, you momentarily stopped breathing.
Slowly, you raised your eyes to Heeseung’s. He had been staring at you, clearly assessing your reaction, but the second he saw the cold shock of realization on your face, he tore his eyes away like your gaze burned him.
The action alone ruled out any coincidence.
He glanced at Jay. “Don’t call me that.”
Jay cocked his head, clearly confused. “But it’s your name; you use it on every game we play.”
“Is Heeseung Hyung embarrassed?” Jungwon said teasingly, noticing the line of red creeping up Heeseung’s neck.
He ducked his head, jaw tight as he looked at the screen. “Just…let me focus.”
The boys went quiet, shooting each other bewildered glances.
You were staring at your lap, a roar of emotions running through your head that you weren’t sure how to acknowledge. Heeseung—your brother’s best friend, the boy you’d been crushing on for half of your life—had been watching you fall apart in front of a camera for weeks. And not just watching, but paying, obsessing, treating your videos like the newest episodes of his favorite show.
He’d seen you naked, he’d heard your moans, and he’d liked it.
If Jay ever found out, he’d murder both of you. Heeseung out of anger, and you out of disappointment.
But what Jay thought was the least of your concerns. Because now Heeseung was sitting back down on the couch after he botched his shot, his cheeks the same shade as his pink hair as he scraped his palms up his thighs.
You felt like you couldn’t breathe, the space between you so thick with tension you thought you could cut it with one of Jay’s specialty knives. You had to escape; you had to get away from him. Just to get one second to catch your breath and process everything away from your brother's watchful gaze.
So while Jungwon was taking his shot, you moved. You slipped off the couch and headed straight for the bathroom, feeling Heeseung’s eyes on you the entire time. Your surroundings were a blur as you moved through the house, and the second your feet hit smooth tile, you shut the door behind you, leaning your back against it and breathing deeply.
The sounds of your panting echoed through the large bathroom, the quiet helping to calm the rapid beating in your chest. You closed your eyes, imagining Heeseung’s gentle smile curved into a silent gasp as he watched you touch yourself. You imagined him sitting with his back propped against his headboard, fingers running over his shaft as he listened to you—the girl he’d practically grown up with—fuck herself on her bed. And here he was, talking to you like nothing had changed, even though everything had.
You cursed as you realized that just thinking about it made you wet.
A familiar, needy heat gathered between your legs, making your finger tremble as you thought about relieving yourself. You couldn’t deny that Heeseung’s face had popped into your mind a few times as you filmed—nothing detailed—just glimpses. Flashes of his hand or his warm smile, sinking into a smirk as he ran his hand up your thigh.
You forced yourself to your feet, trying to ignore the aching pressure as you splashed some water on your face.
That’s when a gentle knock sounded at the door.
“Hello?” You said.
A soft voice sounded from the other side. “It’s me.” He paused, then added like an afterthought. “Heeseung.”
You sighed. Of course, it was him. You wanted to tell him to go away. To go back to his friends and pretend none of this ever happened. But the way his voice made your panties dampen said otherwise. You dried your face, and before you could stop yourself, you were reaching for the door.
The second you turned the lock, he was slipping inside, closing it behind him with a firm click, his back leaning against the polished wood as he stared at you.
You felt like you were looking at a different person. Gone was the polite smile and the caring eyes, replaced by a firm stare and barely contained desperation.
“y/n, listen, I found your account by accident, and I didn’t even know it was you until a few days later…” He trailed off, eyes drifting to your lips like they were hypnotizing him. “Then I just couldn’t stop.”
Your breath caught, the ache between your legs pulsing like a reminder.
“Were you ever going to tell me?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I wanted to, but I didn’t really know how without freaking you out.”
“I’m not freaked out.”
“You aren’t?”
You snorted. “Well…maybe a little. I’m just surprised.”
He sucked in his bottom lip, looking at you shyly. “In a good way?”
The words made your stomach flip. You bit back a smile. “How’d you know it was me?”
Heeseung stepped towards you, fingers twitching at his sides as if he wanted to touch you but wasn’t sure he should. He smiled softly. “The Weeknd poster above your bed. The bottom half was showing in one of your videos, and I recognized it instantly.”
Your eyes narrowed, but a smile tugged at your lips. “How do you know I have that poster? Are you sneaking around my room?”
He smiled sheepishly. “Jay went in to grab your hairdryer or something one time, and I might have taken a peek.”
You gasped, putting your hand on his chest and shoving him slightly. “You creep.” But there was no venom in your voice, and you didn’t pull back your hand.
Heeseung looked down at it, his eyes darkening slightly.
You felt his heartbeat against your palm and could swear it was speeding up with every second.
His hand drifted up and rested over yours, holding it against his chest. He looked at you, his eyes searching. “When I realized it was you, something…changed.”
You bit your lip, the air in the bathroom humming with the tension. “How so?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the sounds you made in those videos, and wanted nothing more than to be the one causing them.”
You exhaled slowly, unknowingly moving closer to him.
He continued. “When I heard about the accident, I told myself I was giving you money to help you out, but I never skipped a single upload.” Heeseung’s other hand cupped your face, tilting your chin up so you were meeting his eyes. “It’s like you unlocked a part of myself I didn’t know was there, and now that it’s awake…I don’t know if I can ignore it.”
He was so close that your breaths mingled in the air, intertwining like twin flames. The pressure in your core was so intense that you could feel your inhibitions slipping away, fading until the only thought in your head was Heeseung’s lips.
“What if I don’t want you to ignore it?”
Heeseung made a sound halfway between a sigh and a groan, his eyes glassy and dark. “Don’t say what you don’t mean y/n.”
“Heeseung, just kiss me.”
His lips crashed onto yours before you could blink, and just like that, everything vanished. You didn’t think about Jay and Jungwon being in the other room, or what it meant to kiss your brother’s best friend; there was only Heeseung: his mouth, his hands. They roamed over you like they’d been reaching for you as long as they could move, your skin tingling wherever he touched.
Your lips moved together in a desperate clashing of teeth and tongue, and when his hand found your waist and a soft moan escaped your lips, he swallowed it, enveloping your mouth under his with claiming intensity.
He moved you until your back hit the sink, and braced himself against the counter with one hand while the other moved up to tangle in your hair. Heeseung kissed you like he was sick, and your lips were the antidote, smiling as you moaned into his mouth.
He pulled back to bury his head in your neck. “Your sounds are so beautiful, baby. I never want them to stop.”
“Heeseung!” You gasped. The coil of heat between your legs was twisted so tight you wanted to cry. It wasn’t a question anymore. You needed him, and you needed him now. “Heeseung, please, need you inside me.”
You felt him still against your neck, and he leaned back to press his forehead against yours, eyes glazed as he panted. “Are you sure? Once I start, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”
You nodded, channeling every bit of need into your voice you could muster. “I’m sure, Hee, it hurts so bad.”
He smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Ok, baby, I’ll help you; don’t worry.” He tugged at the zipper on his jeans, groaning as his erection sprang free, a drop of pre-cum already gathering at the tip.
Your eyes widened at his size, and just the image of him filling you up made you whimper.
Heeseung’s hands found your waistband, pulling down your shorts and panties in one fluid motion. He cursed when he saw your glistening lips, already soaking wet and aching for him.
“How long have you been like this?” He breathed.
“All day. The second you walked in the door, I was wet for you.”
“Fuck.” He hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you onto the counter, your bare ass hitting the cold surface, sending a shock up your spine. He gripped your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “As much as I love hearing you, you need to be quiet ok? If your brother hears us, we’re dead.”
You ran your hands up his chest, the pressure so dizzying you could barely hear him. But somehow, you choked out a yes, and finally, torturously, he aligned himself with your entrance.
When he pushed into you, you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning. You buried your face in his neck, taking in air in shallow gasps as you fought to stay quiet. The way he filled you was agonizingly good, eons better than using your own fingers on camera. You had no words to describe it, nothing to say except his name as you murmured it into his ear over and over again: “Heeseung, Heeseung, Heeseung…”
When he finally bottomed out, he stopped and sighed, breathing in time with you as he brushed sweaty strands of hair out of your face. “Still ok?”
“Yes.” You breathed, “more than ok.” You tangled one of your hands in his pink hair, pulling him into a messy kiss as your hips trembled under his grasp.
He groaned, melting into your touch, and as his tongue slipped into your mouth, he moved. It wasn’t gentle; it wasn’t testing; it was brutal.
Heeseung pulled out almost fully before slamming back into you. You couldn’t stop a choked sob from ripping out of your throat, but he was ready. He put his hand behind your neck and kissed you hard, creating a sealed chamber with your mouths that muffled every sound. He moved against you mercilessly, the friction of his shaft scraping against your walls so overwhelming you thought you were going to pass out.
You clutched at his shoulders, feeling the lean muscle flex under your fingers as you searched for something to ground you. He moaned as your thumb drifted over his nape, sending a fresh wave of pleasure down your back.
Somehow, you were being quiet, with your muffled moans mostly drowned out by the slapping of skin and the squelch of your juices around his cock.
But you weren’t done, the coil in your core still being twisted to its limit. You hooked your legs around his back and pulled him closer, causing both of you to groan into each other's mouths as the angle deepened.
You could feel Heeseung’s thrusts getting shaky, his breathing more ragged, and you knew he was close. You began to grind against him in tune with his thrusts, your bodies rocking against each other in a filthy image.
Heeseung’s groans turned into desperate whimpers as you rocked against him, and you disconnected your lips as his thrusts became a rapid chase, both of you breathing hard as you held on to each other.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He said, his eyes wide and wrecked. “Like you were made for me.”
You were too far gone for words and were halfway through saying his name when your orgasm swept over you. It was like the breaking of a dam, a rush of wetness dripping between your legs as your walls clamped down with a sudden snap.
Heeseung buried his face in your neck to muffle his moan as he came apart after you, his back spasming as you milked him dry. You held onto him through it, kissing his sweaty neck as your bodies trembled and twitched together, still connected as a sticky mess tumbled down between you.
His hands braced the counter around you as his breathing slowed, and for a few seconds, you stayed there, existing in the moment when you’d crossed the line and become as close as your bodies allowed.
Then Heeseung pulled out of you, exhaling sharply as he left the warmth of your walls. Without a word, he grabbed some toilet paper and started cleaning you, his soft hands brushing down your thighs as he sopped up every drop of his cum.
When he was done, he stepped between your still-open legs and kissed you. This time, the kiss was gentle and sweet, full of possibilities and an uncertain future. You felt a stirring in your gut, but it wasn’t arousal; it was excitement. Anticipation for a relationship you had yet to consider, and a life that now felt more livable with Heeseung in it.
Suddenly, nothing felt impossible.
He smiled as he pulled back, eyes tracing your face like he was trying to memorize it. “Would it be bad if I said I’m glad you messed up your parents' car?”
You laughed. “Maybe a little?”
He kissed your nose. “Even if it led me to you?”
“I’ve always been here, Hee.”
“But you weren’t mine.”
You smiled, studying the face of the boy who’d always been familiar but now felt like home. “Is that dollar store job still on the table?”
He tilted his head, a strand of hair falling over his eye. “You actually want it?”
“Well, I can’t really keep doing OnlyFans…”
Heeseung leaned into your arms, burying his head in your chest and wrapping his arms around your lower back. You could feel his grin against your shirt. “I’ll call my brother tomorrow.”
You giggled and stroked his hair, letting the moment sink over you like the heat of the sun on a chilly day.
There was only one problem: How the hell were you going to tell Jay?
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pairings: boyfriend!ni-ki x fem!reader (high school au)
warnings: smut MINORS DNI, explicit content, fingering in semi-public photobooth, risk of getting caught, possessiveness, dirty talk, praise kink, ni-ki acting nonchalant while ruining you, reader trying (and failing) to stay composed for the camera
wc: 1.15k
the photobooth at the back of the arcade was small and cramped, the dirty curtain barely offering any real privacy. a group of friends waited just a few meters away, laughing and checking their phones while the timer counted down for your turn. you and ni-ki squeezed inside together, his tall frame taking up most of the space as he pulled you onto his lap on the tiny stool.
“ready, baby?” he asked softly, lips brushing your temple. his voice was sweet, the lovey-dovey tone he always used when it was just the two of you.
you nodded, smiling as you leaned into his chest. the first flash went off. you both made cute hearts with your hands, cheeks pressed together, grinning like normal high school sweethearts.
the second pose was even softer, ni-ki turned your face gently and kissed your cheek while you giggled. another flash. everything felt warm and perfect.
then the third flash came, and his hand slipped under your pleated skirt.
your breath hitched. “riki—”
“shh,” he whispered calmly, eyes fixed on the camera like nothing was happening. his long fingers traced the inside of your thigh before pushing your panties aside. “just smile for the pictures, yeah?”
you tried.
the fourth flash captured your attempt at a peace sign while two of his fingers slid inside you without warning.
you were already wet, you always got like this when he teased you in risky places. he curled them slowly, perfectly, pressing against that spot that made your thighs tremble.
outside, someone knocked lightly on the booth. “hurry up, lovebirds! we’ve been waiting forever!”
ni-ki smirked at the camera, doing a cool rockstar hand gesture with his free hand while his fingers pumped deeper inside you. “just a few more,” he called out casually, voice completely steady.
you scrunched your face as pleasure shot through you, mouth falling open in a silent gasp right as the next flash went off.
the photo would show you looking wrecked—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed—while ni-ki looked effortlessly handsome, like always, smirking with that signature little head tilt and peace sign.
“fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmured right against your ear, barely audible. his fingers moved faster, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. “look at the camera, baby. be good for me.”
another flash.
you tried to pose, forcing a weak smile, but your body betrayed you. your walls clenched around his fingers as he curled them again, hitting that perfect rhythm.
a tiny whimper escaped your throat. you bit your lip hard to stay quiet.
ni-ki stayed completely nonchalant. he tilted his head for another cute couple pose, one arm around your waist like a loving boyfriend while the other worked you open under your skirt.
his expression in the photos would be perfect. cool, slightly cocky, that little smirk that drove everyone crazy. meanwhile you looked like you were seconds away from moaning his name.
“riki… please,” you breathed, barely a whisper. your hips rocked subtly against his hand, chasing the pleasure even as fear of getting caught made your heart race. the people outside were chatting loudly now, growing impatient.
“one more set,” he said calmly, like he was just suggesting another round of photos. he added a third finger, stretching you fuller.
the wet sounds were faint but obvious to you in the tiny booth. “you’re doing so well, baby. staying quiet for me even though you’re dripping all over my fingers.”
the next flashes came in quick succession.
you scrunched your face again, mouth open in a desperate silent moan as he rubbed your clit faster. tears pricked your eyes from the effort of holding back. ni-ki leaned in for a fake cute kiss on your cheek, really using the moment to whisper filth.
“imagine if they knew my fingers are buried inside you right now. my sweet girlfriend getting fingered in a photobooth while everyone waits outside.” his voice was low, possessive. “you’re mine. only i get to make you look like this.”
you came hard on his fingers during the final set of photos. your whole body tensed, mouth falling open in a broken expression as waves of pleasure crashed through you. the camera caught every second, your wrecked face contrasting sharply with ni-ki’s calm, handsome smirk and rockstar pose.
he kept his fingers inside you through the orgasm, slowly pumping to draw it out while gently kissing your temple like the perfect boyfriend.
when the session finally ended, he pulled his hand out smoothly, licked his fingers clean and fixed your skirt. you were still trembling as he helped you stand.
ni-ki casually wiped his fingers on his sleeve before pulling the curtain open, smiling brightly at the waiting group. “sorry, we took a bit long. all yours.”
you walked out on shaky legs, face burning. he wrapped an arm around your waist, supporting you while looking completely innocent.
once you were a few steps away from the booth, he leaned down and whispered, “check the photos later. i want to see how pretty you looked falling apart for me.”
you buried your face in his chest, equal parts embarrassed and turned on. ni-ki chuckled softly and kissed the top of your head, back to his sweet, lovey self.
“let’s go get strawberry ice cream, baby. then maybe we can do another round somewhere even riskier.”
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synopsis: Where Ni-ki doesn't do anything more than one nights and you just can't forget the blond.
cw: masturbating, voyeurism, choking, stalking, lap dance, kissing
one | two (here) | three
The stage was already occupied with Lyra and her match as you guided Heeseung backstage, his fingers intertwined with yours, following you around without any objections.
“What’s your name?”
“Crimson”
“The real one”
You just glanced at him over your shoulder, “Crimson, you’re up!” The madam shouted a smirk graced your lips “Lucky timing” you answered as you pulled Heeseung onto the stage. The crowd erupted in screams, the girls were cheering you on as you brought the man to the center of the stage where the chair was placed.
The lights dimmed, the music picked up, you slowly dragged your hand up Heeseung’s shirt, feeling the mans muscles flex, he swallowed, his eyes scanning your figure. You pushed him down, his body obeyed your command, he was completely relaxed under your touch as you slowly turned around and let your hands trace your curves. You then turned towards Heeseung again slowly raising your leg up and placing it between his legs, he spread his legs even more.
He sat there, manspreading and leaned back, arms crossed just watching you with a smirk, you slowly raised your leg up to his chest and pressed it, he grabbed your ankle with one hand and placed a kiss on your leg before trailing upwords towards your knee.
You fisted his hair with one hand and leaned down, your lips brushed against his, you slowly smiled before turning around and sitting on his lap fully, Heeseung’s hands immediately came around your hips, his warm hands tracing your ass as you grinded on him.
You bent over, whining and twerking as his hard on poked you. You wrapped your legs around the chair and let yourself fall back in between his legs, you hair sprawled all across the floor as Heeseung groaned, you let your hand grab a bunch of cash and place it between your tits.
Everyone was watching— you could feel the eyes on you. The attention of men women and him. You couldn’t see him yet you could swear he was watching, you raised yourself back up and Heeseung was waiting for you with open arms, you raised your hips up slightly and Heeseung slammed you down immediately.
You moaned slightly, rocking your hips back and forth, dry humping the guy who was kissing all over your tits was a great way to forget pretty much anything. The track ended and cheers begun, the madam called another girl onstage and you dragged Heeseung to the back, when you guys were alone in the dressing room you guys both looked at each other.
He chuckled first and the you begun giggling before you could name the emotions that were surging through you, you both were laughing. “You are one hell of a woman Crimson” Heeseung whispered “Thank you” you just answered back in a whisper.
Suddenly the door banged open making you flinch, Heeseung lost all his humor as he turned to the door, it was the blond. Ni-ki stood there, his hand was on the door, he looked at Heeseung dead in the eyes— ignoring you “Let’s go” you looked back at Heeseung, he now had a gun in his hand that you didn’t feel on him before.
You’re eyes widened slightly “Later sweetheart” Heeseung said now seemingly angry too, you just nodded as Heeseung passed Ni-ki and walked down the corridor, you turned around to take of your makeup for the night as you looked into the mirror you saw Ni-ki standing behind you.
You gasped, shock coursed over you as his hand wrapped around your throat and your back slammed against his body. He didn’t say anything as his brown eyes searched yours, his hand wasn’t letting go, you felt your breath slowly fading away.
You stepped on his feet with your heel, elbowed him in the stomach and yet he didn’t move even an inch, he just clenched his jaw, he didn’t say anything as he bent his face down towards yours and bit your lip, the same place Heeseung bit you before letting you go.
You turned around ready to scream at his face but he wasn’t there. “Fucking prick” you ran your hands thru your hair but your heart kept beating, there was a pink tint that sat on your cheeks, you closed your eyes— fuck.
Later that night when you arrived home, Lyra had already fallen asleep, she arrived home sooner than you, after the whole situation you had you threw back a few shots at the bar, making sure you had enough for a good nights sleep.
When you got out of the shower your phone rang, you didn’t look at it, drying your hair and applying your night cream first. Only when you got into the bed you checked your phone, it was an unknown number.
“Did you go home?”
You stared at the message, fear and thrill coarsed through your veins, could it be…
“Ni-ki?”
Three dots appeared and disappeared.
“Good”
“You know who you’re talking to”
“You’re crazy, how did you get my number?”
“Never do that shit again”
“?”
There was silence from the other side, you stared at the screen for a minute before the message appeared.
“Don’t pull that shit you pulled with him again”
You furrowed your brows, a kid wasn’t going to be telling you what you could or couldn’t especially after kid whom berated you.
“I don’t know what you have confused here Ni-ki, stripping is my job and I’d be fucking damned if I stopped for a 19 year old kid.”
“20”
You scoffed in disbelief as you threw your phone somewhere on the bed, you didn’t care for whatever the fuck he had to say anymore, what a weird kid.
Your phone vibrated with a few more messages before it begun to buzz, you ignored it once, twice, the third time you reached for you phone to put it on dnd.
“Answer the phone”
“Last time I’m warning you Crimson”
You answered the phone, Ni-ki was silent, you just sighed before muttering “What do you want Ni-ki” he chuckled, his voice was deeper over the phone you closed your eyes a shiver ran down your spine, “I still haven’t heard you say it” you rubbed a hand over your face “Say what?” He answered in a heartbeat. “Say that you won’t be fucking entertaining random men on stage kissing them” you sighed.
“That’s my job Ni-ki, those men pay my bills, those men fund my life style” it was Ni-ki’s turn to scoff “You know, I’m far more capable of doing that and more compared to any man at that club” you laughed, it wasn’t a cute laugh— you didn’t intend for it to be. “How old were you again” you asked “Twenty” he answered, you laughed some more.
“You think I’m gonna stop working and let a kid take care of me?” There was a silence that made you feel even more giddy “You think twenty is a kid?” You chuckled “Sorry, a baby” you corrected yourself. “You were offering to give a baby a lap dance then?” His tone was mocking, you felt that weird feeling in your gut again.
“That was my mistake, you’re right. You looked young I shouldn’t have.” Ni-ki clearly didn’t expect this answer out of you. “In the end it all happened with Heeseung anyway so it all worked out but I won’t approach you anymore.”
Ni-ki scoffed “Even if you approached me nothing would have happened— I don’t date, much less strippers.” You could hear the anger in his tone “So what you just sleep around with a girl and fund her life?!” His answer came in fast “If I want to yeah, mostly sleep around.”
“Goodbye Ni-ki.”
With that you hung up the phone, you were fuming— you put your phone on airplane mode and closed your eyes, you were going the fuck to bed. Fuck a blond asian men with dark brown eyes and deep voice. You knew men never took you and the girls who worked in the industry too seriously but it didn’t make you much less of a human then any other highly educated lady.
Whenever you talked with him, it made you insecure, the feeling never really went away, you didn’t understand what it was. His sharp eyes and cold demeanor or his ego that made you so interested in him. Was it his voice that made you get wet or was it the reminder he left on your neck, soft bruises that were throbbing now that you focused on it.
Was it his soft warm lips that made you slip your fingers inside your panties or his brooding height that made you imagine how being under him would look. Your fingers rubbed circles around your clit as your eyes fluttered closed. You could smell his cologne, hear his voice, feel his strong hand around your neck, you fastened your speed up “oh fuck, ni-ki” you whispered. His name slipped out so easily, your back arched off the bed and your breath was knocked out your lungs.
You closed your eyes and sighed, what a fucking asshole, making you cum even when he wasn’t there.
Ni-ki could forgive you for hanging up the phone to his face after that little show you put on, just for him.
synopsis : Riki always tried his hardest to keep up the perfect boyfriend image in front of your parents and it worked. They were completely charmed by him and the respect he has for you. But behind closed doors? He was the complete opposite. All facades dropped.
ⳇ pairing ╸ dom!bf!ni-ki x fem!reader
warning : MDNI; smut, explicit sexual content, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingerfucking, deepthroating, edging, overstimulation, power exchange, profanity, and strong language.
To your parents, Riki was a saint. He was the polite, well-spoken, and attentive boyfriend who always opened the car door for you, brought flowers for your mother, and spoke with a respectful tone that had them convinced you’d found the most refined gentleman of the century. He wore pressed shirts, kept his posture perfect, and treated you with a tenderness in public that felt almost cinematic.
But as the front door of your family home clicked shut and the lock turned, the mask didn't just slip—it shattered.
The second you were alone in the hallway, Riki didn’t even give you time to take off your coat. He slammed you against the wall with a force that knocked the breath out of you, his hand gripping your waist so tightly it would leave marks. The polite, soft-spoken boy was gone; in his place was a predator who had been starving for hours of playing "perfect."
"God, I thought they’d never stop talking," he growled, his voice dropping an octave, turning into a rough, gravelly rasp. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent with a desperation that bordered on aggression. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to sit there and act like I didn't want to rip those clothes off you in front of your father?"
"Riki—" you gasped, your heart hammering against your ribs.
"Shut up," he commanded, his lips grazing your ear. "No more talking. Just be a good girl for me."
He didn't wait for an answer. His mouth crashed onto yours in a kiss that was less of a greeting and more of a claim. It was rough, hungry, and demanding, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with an intensity that left you dizzy. He tasted of mint and raw desire, his hands roaming your body with a possessive urgency.
He shifted his weight, hoisting your leg up around his waist, pinning you further against the wall. His hand slid down, bunching up your skirt and diving underneath your lace underwear. When his fingers found you, already damp and aching for him, he let out a low, guttural moan of satisfaction.
"Look at you," he whispered against your lips, his voice dripping with a dark sort of pride. "So worked up. Were you thinking about this the whole dinner? Thinking about how much you wanted your boyfriend to stop being a gentleman?"
He drove two fingers deep inside you without warning, causing you to cry out and arch your back. He didn't slow down; he worked you with a relentless, rhythmic precision, his thumb grinding against your clit with a pressure that pushed you dangerously close to the edge.
"Please... Riki, please," you whimpered, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, digging into the fabric of the shirt your parents loved so much.
"Please what, baby? Tell me exactly what you want," he teased, his pace increasing, edging you with a cruelty that was purely for his own pleasure. He could feel your walls pulsing around his fingers, your body trembling on the verge of a peak. Just as you were about to shatter, he abruptly pulled his fingers out.
The sudden void left you sobbing, your hips twitching in a desperate search for the friction.
"Not yet," he murmured, his eyes dark and blown out. He stepped back just enough to unzip his trousers, his gaze locking onto yours. "I want you to take care of me first. I've been playing the part of the 'perfect man' for three hours. I'm exhausted, gorgeous. Fix it."
He didn't have to tell you twice. You dropped to your knees on the hallway floor, the cold tile a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from him. You looked up at him—the sharp jawline, the predatory smirk—and realized that while the world saw a gentleman, you were the only one who got to see the freak.
You wrapped your lips around him, taking him in deep, wanting to feel every inch of him. Riki let out a sharp hiss, his hands finding their way into your hair, guiding you with a firm, controlling grip. He wasn't gentle; he pushed himself deeper, forcing you to take him, testing your limits until you were gagging slightly.
"That's it... take it all," he groaned, his hips stuttering. "Good girl. Such a fucking good girl."
The praise sent a jolt of electricity through you, making you work even harder. He didn't let you go for long, however. The need to be inside you outweighed everything else. He hauled you up by your arms, dragging you toward the bedroom, not bothering to make it to the bed.
He stripped you bare in seconds, clothes discarded in a chaotic trail across the floor. He didn't use a condom—he never did when he was in this mood, wanting to feel every single vibration of your body against his. He flipped you over, pressing your chest against the dresser, and entered you from behind in one heavy, devastating thrust.
You screamed into the wood of the dresser, your fingers clawing at the surface. He was relentless, his movements rough and punishing, hitting your sweet spot with every singular drive. He gripped your hips, leaving bruising fingerprints on your pale skin, claiming you over and over again.
"You're mine," he grunted, his voice strained with effort, his breath hot against your back. "Every single inch of you. Not your parents', not the world's... just mine."
He pushed you further and further, overstimulating you until your vision blurred and your muscles locked. When he finally hit his limit, he groaned your name like a prayer and a curse, filling you completely as he collapsed against your back, his heart drumming a wild rhythm against your spine.
For a few minutes, there was only the sound of heavy breathing and the ticking of the clock. Then, Riki kissed the back of your shoulder, his voice returning to that soft, polite tone—though with a lingering edge of mischief.
"I think I'll bring dessert next Sunday," he whispered. "Your mother will love it."
ೃ⁀➷ a/n : hope you guys enjoyed this little Riki smut I wrote. I wrote this so that you guys had something while i worked on the space between texts. reqs are open for ideas for the space between texts.
warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit content, big dick anton, size kink, praise kink, blowjob, deepthroat, gagging, messy oral, hair pulling, spanking, manhandling, rough sex, unprotected p in v, creampie, consensual filming during sex, possessiveness, soft aftercare
wc : 1,2k
the studio lights were warm and soft today, casting gentle shadows across anton’s face. you adjusted the collar of his oversized button-up, stepping back to check the frame through your camera. he had been modeling for your private page for months now, just a side project that started as fun between friends but somehow turned into something people actually followed.
“tilt your head a little to the left,” you said, snapping a few shots. the black hair he recently got suited him, but it was still his nose that always caught your attention. it was prominent, perfectly balanced with his sharp jaw and big eyes. it just… fit.
you lowered the camera for a second. “anton, i swear your nose is actually perfect. like it completes your whole face. it’s so distinctive but in the best way. most guys would look weird with it, but on you it’s… chef’s kiss.”
he laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck, but you noticed the way his ears turned pink. “you’ve been saying stuff like that a lot lately.”
“because it’s true,” you shrugged, smiling as you took another photo. “you look really good today. even better than usual.”
over the past week you had been complimenting him more openly—his nose, his proportions, the way certain outfits sat on his shoulders. nothing too crazy, just honest appreciation.
anton had started showing up early, hair styled neatly, picking outfits carefully even on days you didn’t have a shoot. he told himself it was for the content. deep down he knew it was for you.
the shoot went well. anton was professional as always, hitting every pose you asked for.
but halfway through you noticed it—the obvious bulge straining against the front of his pants.
he was hard. visibly.
you quickly looked away, pretending to adjust your camera settings while your face heated up.
“okay, i think we got enough,” you said after a few more shots, trying to keep your voice normal. “you can go change. i’ll start editing these tonight.”
“cool. thanks,” he replied, voice a little lower than usual. he disappeared into the small changing room attached to the studio.
ten minutes passed.
then fifteen.
you needed your phone to check the time and realized you had left it on the bench inside the changing room.
sighing, you knocked lightly.
“anton? i’m coming in real quick, i forgot my phone.”
no answer. you pushed the door open.
anton stood there shirtless, only in his boxers, the new jeans he was supposed to change into hanging loosely from his hips. his cock was straining hard against the thin fabric, the thick outline impossible to ignore.
he turned around at the sound of the door and froze.
“shit—sorry,” he muttered, eyes wide.
your gaze dropped before you could stop yourself.
he was big, long and thick, exactly the kind of proportion people joked about when they talked about his nose.
you felt your throat go dry.
“i’ll just… grab my phone,” you mumbled, rushing toward the bench. your camera was still hanging around your neck, lens bumping against your chest.
as you reached for your phone, anton’s voice stopped you.
“hey… can you help me with something?”
you turned slowly. he was still standing there half-naked, one hand gripping the waistband of the jeans.
“the fly on these is stuck or something. can’t get it closed properly.”
your brain short-circuited for a second but you nodded. “yeah, sure.”
you stepped closer. he was tall, towering over you in the small room. you tried to focus on the zipper, but your knuckles kept brushing against the massive bulge.
anton’s breath hitched. then he slowly rolled his hips forward, pressing himself against your hand.
you froze.
he did it again, this time more deliberately, grinding against your palm while pretending to adjust his stance for the “pose.”
“anton…”
“sorry,” he said, voice husky. “been hard the whole shoot. you kept complimenting me… my nose, my face. saying i look good. it got to me.”
your hand was still there. you didn’t pull away.
instead your fingers wrapped around the thick shape through his boxers, stroking slowly. anton groaned, head tilting back.
his nose looked even more perfect from this angle.
“fuck… your hand feels good,” he breathed.
you sank to your knees, heart pounding.
you tugged his boxers down and his cock sprang free—long, heavy, and flushed. exactly like you imagined. you stroked him with both hands, amazed at the size. anton’s fingers threaded through your hair gently at first.
“you don’t have to—”
you leaned in and took him into your mouth. he was too big to fit all at once, so you sucked on the head, tongue swirling while your hands worked the rest. anton moaned, hips twitching. you pushed deeper, gagging softly when he hit the back of your throat.
“shit— you look so pretty like that,” he praised, voice rough. “taking me so well.”
you bobbed your head faster, saliva dripping down your chin. anton’s grip tightened in your hair and he started fucking your mouth gently, then harder. your camera swung lightly against your chest with every movement.
after a few minutes he pulled you up, kissing you messily. “bend over the bench.”
you did, bracing your hands on the wooden surface. anton flipped your skirt up and pushed your panties aside. he rubbed his cock against your soaked folds before sliding in slowly, stretching you open. you moaned loudly at the fullness.
“so tight,” he groaned, bottoming out. “you feel incredible.”
he started thrusting, deep and rough, one hand on your lower back pressing you down. your camera dangled between your breasts. anton reached forward, lifted it, and turned it on.
the shutter clicked as he fucked you harder from behind.
“smile for the camera, baby,” he teased, voice playful but strained. he recorded a short video, the lens capturing the way your ass bounced against him with every thrust.
“these would look good on the page too. anton modeling his favorite angle.”
you laughed breathlessly, then moaned as he hit a particularly deep spot. “you’re ridiculous.”
“and you love it.” he smacked your ass lightly, gripping the soft, smooth skin. “been wanting this for weeks. every time you complimented my nose i got harder. stupid, right?”
“not stupid,” you gasped. “keep going—harder, pleaseee.”
anton obliged, pounding into you relentlessly. the sound of skin slapping filled the small changing room. he kept filming short clips, whispering filthy praise between thrusts. “look at you taking every inch. my perfect girl.”
your orgasm hit hard. you clenched around him, crying out his name. anton followed right after, burying himself deep and filling you with hot spurts of cum. he kept thrusting slowly through it, milking every second.
afterwards he carefully pulled out, turned you around and kissed you softly. the rough anton disappeared, replaced by the gentle guy you’d known for months.
he cleaned you up with a towel, helped fix your clothes, then hugged you from behind while you both caught your breath.
“so… still think my nose fits my face?” he asked, smiling against your neck.
you laughed. “more than ever.”
he took one last photo with your camera—just the two of you in the mirror, messy and flushed. “for the private folder,” he whispered.
you leaned back against his chest, heart full. what started as innocent compliments had turned into something much hotter. and you couldn’t wait to see what other “angles” you’d explore together.
@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own. all stories and edits belong to me — ᨳଓ .
── synopsis: everyone on campus knows Heeseung’s rules — no commitments, no second chances, and no girl stays long enough to matter. As basketball captain he collects hearts like trophies and leaves them broken behind him without a second thought. You watch him from far away, knowing you should stay away, but you don't just want to be another name on his list. You want him to choose you and see only you. The problem is you're completely inexperienced, a virgin in every sense, while the girls around him know exactly how to move, how to flirt, and how to keep him hooked. So you make a plan: practice with other guys, learn the skills you're missing, and completely reinvent yourself to finally make Heeseung notice you — and choose you over everyone else.
warnings: explicit sexual content (mdni), popping cherry, fingering, oral (f. & m. receiving), deepthroat, panty gag, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, riding, missionary, doggy style, against the wall, overstimulation, pussy slapping, spanking, hair pulling, choking, spitting on pussy, praise kink, light degradation, dirty talk, begging, edging, possessiveness, manhandling, public/risky sex (library + locker room), risk of getting caught, use of pet name (babe, doll, angel, baby, slut, good girl), mostly dom!members with a bit of dom!reader.
wc: 18k ┆ a/n: I know some of you are waiting for part 2 of teacher's pet, but I was just so excited to write this one that I decided to work on it first (the idea actually came to me while listening to drake's 'practice') this ended up being way longer than I expected, but anyway... I hope you guys like it. happy reading! (btw if you guys want to request any fics, my asks are open!)
Heeseung is the sun around which the entire campus orbits.
He’s the captain of the basketball team, the big star whose name echoes through the packed arena during every game. With his lean yet athletic build, dark hair that falls over his sweaty forehead after a match, and that lazy half-smile that screams trouble while charming every girl in sight, he moves like he’s always being watched — and he is. Every head turns when he walks by, the crowd in the hallways parting like the sea for him and his teammates. He loves the attention.
Everyone knows the stories about Heeseung. He doesn’t do relationships — he rotates. A new girl every week, sometimes every day if he’s in the mood. They’re often seen leaving his apartment late at night, or early in the morning if he feels like letting them stay over, hair messy and wearing his team jacket like a trophy.
He usually doesn't appear with them in public, but it doesn't take long for the chosen girl to start gossiping in the hallways about how she's being fucked by him. That doesn’t last long though, because once the thrill fades he ignores them completely, never answering their messages once the weekend is over. "Let’s just have fun," he says, and the girls always agree, secretly believing they’ll be the one to change him.
You’ve been watching him from afar for months, studying the way he laughs too loudly at parties with his arm around whatever girl he’s with at the moment, the way his hand rests on her lower back as he guides her through the crowd, and how his eyes scan the room like he’s already searching for the next target while the current one is still pressed against him. It should disgust you — the casual way he uses people, the trail of broken hearts he leaves behind without remorse. But it doesn’t disgust you. It feeds you.
Deep down, in that secret place where you allow yourself to be completely honest, you want to be one of them. Not just another weekly girl — you want to be the one who breaks the pattern, the one so unforgettable, so incredible in bed and out of it, that Heeseung, the campus player, finally chooses you for good.
The problem is you have no idea how to make that happen.
You’re a virgin, completely untouched. The closest you’ve ever gotten to intimacy was an awkward, too-long hug with your best friend Jake after a tough week of exams. Approaching Heeseung as you are now — inexperienced, nervous, and clumsy — would never work.
"He likes confident girls, experienced ones who know how to dominate and be dominated in equal measure, because he doesn’t waste time teaching the basics. He expects you to already know how to please him." That’s what you heard from one of his teammates.
So after watching him leave the court with yet another girl on his arm, you make a decision.
You’re going to practice.
You’re going to transform yourself into the perfect girl for him — experienced enough to impress him, confident enough to stand out, and irresistible enough that when he finally notices you, he won’t be able to let you go.
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You stand outside Jake’s dorm room long enough for your legs to start aching. Your best friend’s room has always been your safe haven — the perfect spot for late-night study sessions, movie marathons, and listening to him ramble excitedly about sci-fi. Jake is kind, a bit nerdy in the best way possible, like a golden retriever with brown hair, a sweet smile, and glasses.
With a deep breath, you knock on the door.
Jake opens it almost immediately and breaks into a wide smile the moment he sees you. "Hey, what took you so long? Come in— wait, are you okay? You look tense."
You step inside and sit on the edge of his bed, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. Jake drops into his desk chair and pulls it closer so he’s facing you directly, his knees almost brushing against yours. "Jake… I need to talk to you about something kind of crazy, embarrassing, and probably really stupid."
He tilts his head, curiosity sparkling behind his glasses. "You know you can tell me anything. What’s going on?"
You tell him everything — how you’ve been watching Heeseung for months, how every time you see him with someone new, something deep in your chest twists, not exactly with jealousy, but with desire. You share the rumors you’ve heard about how he likes girls who know what they’re doing, girls who can match his intensity. Finally, you admit that you want to be the one he chooses — not just for a week, not for a fling, but for good.
"But I’m a virgin, Jake," you whisper, your cheeks burning. "I’ve never even… I don’t know what I’m doing. So if I tried to approach him like this, he’d probably laugh."
Jake’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t interrupt.
"So I’ve decided… I’m going to practice. I’m going to get experience so that when I finally have my chance with Heeseung, I’ll be good enough that he won’t want anyone else."
Silence stretches between you as Jake stares at you for a long moment. He pushes his glasses up, his expression soft — not mocking, not disgusted. Just… Jake. "Wow. That’s… a lot. Heeseung, huh? I mean, I get it, but you’re really willing to do all that for him?"
Biting your lip, you nod. "I know it sounds crazy, but I can’t stop thinking about it. And… I was hoping you’d help me with the first part."
Your voice drops until it’s almost inaudible. "I want you to be my first. I want to lose my virginity with you. You’re my best friend and I trust you. I know you’ll be gentle, you won’t laugh at me or tell anyone. Please, Jake?"
His cheeks flush pink and for a second it looks like he might say no. "You… you want me to what? Oh my God. I don’t even know what to say."
He lets out a nervous laugh, a mix of surprise and something he’s always kept hidden. "I’ve never thought about you like that before or… okay, maybe I have, a little. But you’re serious? This is all for Heeseung?"
"Yes, but right now it’s about learning with someone safe, someone who cares. And that someone is you."
Jake stays quiet for a moment while he thinks, then reaches out and takes your hand, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. "Okay… if we’re really going to do this, I want it to be right for you. Not just jumping in headfirst." His thumb keeps tracing slow, soft circles on the back of your hand. "You’ve never done any of this before, right? Not even… by yourself?"
You swallow hard, staring at your intertwined fingers, and admit softly, "No… I mean, I tried rubbing against my pillow once and it felt good, I think? But I got scared and stopped. I don’t know what I’m doing, Jake. That’s why I need you to help me learn."
Jake nods, adjusting his glasses — a nervous habit — with flushed cheeks, but his voice stays as gentle and patient as always. "That makes sense. But before anyone else touches you, you should get to know your own body first. What feels good, what you like. It’ll make everything easier later… for him and for you."
He hesitates for a second, then adds with a small reassuring smile, "Do you trust me enough to try this now? With me here?"
Your heart races with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "Yes, I trust you. Just… tell me what to do, please."
Jake stands up slowly and sits beside you on the bed. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your temple, then to your cheek. "Start by getting comfortable. Lie back, and maybe take off your sweater if you want to and feel okay with it."
You do as he says, pulling off your sweater and setting it aside so you’re left in just your tank top and jeans. "Good," he murmurs. "Now touch yourself under your clothes first, over your stomach, along your thighs… feel how your body reacts."
You slide your hand beneath the thin fabric of your tank top. Your fingers graze the soft skin of your belly, then move higher, gently caressing one of your breasts. It feels strange doing this while he watches, but his gaze isn’t hungry or demanding — it’s warm and encouraging, like he’s looking at something precious. When your fingertips brush your nipple, a small sigh escapes you.
"Right there. That’s good. Circle slowly and squeeze just a little."
As he speaks, his own hand drifts down to the front of his sweatpants and then he starts touching himself gently over the fabric, not even trying to hide it. Knowing he’s getting hard just from watching you makes your breath hitch.
Following his instruction, you circle and lightly pinch your nipple, feeling a warm sensation build low in your belly. "Jake, it feels so good…"
"Tell me," he encourages, his hand moving in slow strokes that match the rhythm of your breathing. "Does it make you wet between your legs?"
"Yes," you sigh.
"Keep going, slide your other hand into your jeans and touch yourself over your panties if you’re not ready for more yet."
With your free hand you obey, unbuttoning your jeans and slipping inside. The fabric of your panties is already damp when you press your fingers against yourself and rub lightly, drawing a soft whimper from your throat.
Both of your breathing grows heavier with every second. Jake pushes his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free himself, stroking slowly while he watches every movement of your fingers.
"Fuck, that’s beautiful," he breathes, the words slipping out like he can’t hold them back. "Rub your clit. Find the spot that feels best."
You circle your clit, experimenting with pressure and rhythm, rolling your hips when you finally discover the perfect way to touch yourself. Jake’s eyes stay locked on your hand while his own speeds up, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock with every stroke.
"Inside your panties now," his voice still gentle but strained. "Feel how wet you are. Explore your body, learn what it likes so you can show someone exactly what you need."
You push your panties aside and slide a finger along your slick folds. "Slide a finger inside, babe," he says and when you do, a moan escapes your lips — it’s tight, but not uncomfortable. Jake groans with the sight, his hand moving faster on himself.
"Add another finger and curl them a little. Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good, babe." His praise makes you bolder, so you start pumping your fingers slowly, rubbing your clit with your thumb at the same time, while your free hand keeps playing with your breast, pinching harder as the pleasure rises.
"You’re getting close, aren’t you? I can tell by the way you’re breathing. Let it happen. Imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m inside you." His words push you over the edge.
Moaning Jake’s name, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation, your body tenses and your thighs tremble uncontrollably as the orgasm crashes through you. Waves of heat pulse around your fingers, deeper and stronger than you ever imagined.
"Fuck, don’t do this to me." His hand strokes faster until he groans and comes too, spilling over his fingers with a shaky breath.
For a moment, the room falls quiet except for your shared breathing. Jake leans in and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, his glasses tilting slightly. "Hey… you still with me? How are you feeling after that? Overwhelmed?"
You shake your head and let out a small giggle. "I’m good. Really good, actually." Reaching up, you gently fix his glasses and whisper, "Thank you for being so patient with me, Jake. I know this is probably weird for you too."
He smiles, and it makes you smile back naturally. "It’s not weird. At least not with you. Honestly, seeing you like that… it was beautiful. You’re beautiful." He leans in and kisses your forehead, then your cheek, giving you time to calm down while his hand rests on your hip and his thumb draws slow circles on your skin. "If you want to keep going, I’m right here."
You bite your lip, the mix of nerves and curiosity warms your body all over again. This is supposed to be practice — each new sensation is another skill you’re learning — but right now, with him, it feels like something more.
"I want more," you admit, cheeks burning. "Can you… use your mouth on me? I’ve heard it feels really good, but I don’t know what to expect."
Jake’s eyes widen for half a second. "Yeah, I’d love to do that for you." He moves carefully on the bed, helping you adjust the pillows behind your head so you’re comfortable. "Just relax and tell me what feels good, okay? If anything is too much or not enough, say so. Promise?"
"Promise." You extend your pinky toward him and he does the same, linking them together to seal the promise.
He starts with soft kisses on the inside of your knee, then higher up your thigh. Every touch of his lips sends shivers across your skin. "Your legs are already shaking," he murmurs with a low chuckle against your thigh. "That’s so cute."
When his mouth finally reaches your center, it’s feather-light at first — just his lips brushing against your folds — but it’s enough to make you draw in a sharp breath and grip the sheets tightly.
Then his warm tongue drags upward in one long, torturous lick from your entrance all the way to your clit. The feeling is wet, hot, and incredibly intimate, the texture of his tongue adds a new layer of friction that makes your hips jerk involuntarily.
"My God, Jake…" The words slip out before you can stop them.
"Good?" he asks, pulling back just enough for you to see his glistening lips as he looks up at you.
"Yes… really good. Do that again, please."
With more confidence this time, he explores every inch of you — licking along your folds, circling your clit, then moving down to taste your entrance. The wet sounds of him pleasuring you only heighten the arousal building in your belly.
Jake hums in satisfaction as he finds the rhythm you like best, reading it from your moans. "You taste incredible… so hot and wet."
You reach down and thread your fingers through his soft hair. "Right there, when you suck on my clit, it feels so good."
He listens immediately, sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and applying gentle suction while his tongue flicks against it, making the pleasure intensify, stronger than before.
The smooth glide of his tongue, the occasional careful graze of his teeth, and the way he alternates between lavishing attention on your clit and licking down to dip inside you make heat spread through your core — it radiates outward until even your fingertips feel warm. You grow even wetter, and Jake groans in appreciation, licking up every drop like he can’t get enough.
"Jake, I think I’m getting close again," you gasp, your voice breaking into a loud moan as he sucks harder on your clit. Your hips move against his face instinctively, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he doubles down with his tongue. This orgasm builds differently — deeper, more overwhelming — and when it crashes over you, it hits with a full-body shudder.
You cry out his name, fingers tightening in his hair as waves of pleasure pulse through your center. Jake keeps licking you through it all, drawing out every tremor until you’re panting and oversensitive.
He finally lifts his head, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before leaning over you again. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes shine behind his glasses, and a proud little smile plays on his lips. "You okay? That looked like it felt really good."
You laugh breathlessly. "It was incredible… I didn’t know I could feel so sensitive down there."
Jake chuckles softly. "Good. That’s kind of the point of all this practice, right? Learning what you like." His hand slides over your body again, stopping just above your mound as his fingers trace lazy patterns across your skin. "Are you sure you want me to take your virginity? Your body’s already experienced so much tonight. Maybe you need a break."
You shake your head, caressing his face. "I don’t need a break. I just want to feel your cock inside me, please."
One of his hands drifts lower until his fingers reach your wet entrance, circling it slowly. "I need to make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you. Relax and breathe out for me."
You do as he says, and he slowly presses two fingers inside you.
His longer fingers create a different sensation. The stretch borders on discomfort at first, making your walls clench tightly around the intrusion. "Ah— it’s tight," you whisper, gripping his shoulder. "It burns a little."
Jake freezes immediately. "Want me to stop? We can wait."
"No! Keep going. I want to get used to it."
He nods and presses a soft kiss to your temple. "You’re doing so well… so warm and snug around my fingers. What if I curl them just a little?" He demonstrates, stroking your inner walls gently until he brushes against a spongy spot that sends sparks shooting up your spine.
"Oh!" Your eyes widen. "Right there… my God, that feels so good."
"I found your g-spot," he says, clearly proud of himself. He keeps the movements shallow and slow, pumping his fingers in and out while his thumb draws gentle circles over your clit. The initial burning fades, turning into something hotter, slicker, and far more pleasurable.
"Add another one, Jake," you say after a few minutes, voice breathless. "I think I can take it."
Jake carefully slides a third finger in, the pressure increases and your walls flutter as they adjust to the stretch. Every curl of his fingers against that perfect spot sends waves of pleasure through your entire body, while his thumb on your clit keeps the arousal building higher.
"Talk to me, babe," he says, eyes fixed on your face. "How does it feel now? Too much?"
"It’s full… stretching me," you moan, your hips starting to move in time with his hand. "But it’s turning into something really good. Faster on my clit— yes, like that. God, Jake, your fingers are so deep."
He picks up the pace a little, thrusting more firmly and creating an overwhelming sensation in the best way possible. The pleasure keeps intensifying until your breathing comes in short gasps and your thighs tremble uncontrollably. "I’m getting close again. Please don’t stop."
Jake leans down to kiss your stomach, murmuring encouragement. "Come on, come on my fingers. Let go for me, babe."
You moan loudly, back arching as the orgasm hits you harder than the ones before. A deep wave crashes through you, making your inner walls clench rhythmically around his fingers. Jake keeps pumping slowly and carefully until the spasms ease, then gently pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth. "Your taste is addictive."
Smiling you reach up to brush a messy strand of hair from his forehead. "Jake… I want to go all the way. I want to feel you inside me, please."
Jake’s breath catches, then he sits up properly and reaches into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom.
"You actually have these," you say with a light teasing note in your voice.
He looks at you with a shy smile as he opens the packet and rolls the condom down his length. "Hey, Heeseung isn’t the only one on campus who has sex, you know? A guy can be prepared even if he’s not out at every party." Jake hovers over you, supporting his weight on his elbows so he doesn’t crush you. "You look so beautiful like this," he whispers, leaning closer and gazing at your lips.
"Can I?" When you nod, he captures your mouth in a slow, deep kiss filled with desire. His lips move to your cheek, your jaw, and then trail softly down the side of your neck, leaving a wet path that makes you shiver. He takes his time, giving attention to every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth and fingers. Only when both of you are breathing heavier does he settle between your legs and position himself.
"Breathe with me, okay? Slow and easy." You nod, inhaling as he begins to push inside.
The initial pressure is intense — a wide, stretching fullness that makes your breath hitch. Your walls stretch around his thickness in an overwhelming way and your body tenses as he sinks into you inch by inch, giving you time to adjust. "Oh my God…"
Jake stops immediately. "Hey, hey… look at me," he says, his voice full of concern. He kisses you softly on the lips, then your nose and forehead. "Is it too much? We can wait. I hate the idea of hurting you, even for a second."
You shake your head and take a deep breath, trying to ease the discomfort. "It’s a lot… really full and there’s some burning, but I want this."
To distract you from the stretch and help your body relax around him, he kisses you again. It works — the pain slowly turns into pressure, and then into something hotter and more intimate. "Okay, you can move a little more now."
Jake slides forward inch by inch until he’s fully inside you — every part of him is wrapped tightly in your heat, making you feel so connected, so completely filled, with a pleasant throbbing where your bodies meet.
"God… you feel incredible," he breathes, staying still for a moment while buried deep inside you. He covers you with more kisses. "So warm and tight around me. Tell me how you feel, babe."
"Full," you sigh. "So deep… it’s starting to feel really good."
Smiling against your skin, he begins rocking his hips in small, gentle movements. Each shallow thrust glides along your inner walls, brushing that sensitive spot and sending sparks of pleasure through your whole body. Jake keeps his eyes on yours, watching carefully for any sign of discomfort.
You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer. "More kisses," you whisper softly, and he gives them freely — deep, passionate kisses that match the slow rhythm of his hips. His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers beside your head as he sinks a little deeper and a little firmer. The pleasure builds gradually, a warm wave spreading from your center outward.
"You’re doing so well," he praises between kisses, his voice full of affection. "Look at you… my best friend, letting me do this. You feel perfect, so hot and slick around my cock." His free hand caresses your breast through your tank top, his thumb brushing your nipple in time with his movements, pulling more moans from you.
"Faster… just a little," you ask, voice breaking. "I want to feel more."
Jake obeys, finding a slow but steady rhythm that lets every thrust fill you completely, the head of his cock brushing that sweet spot over and over again. "Does this feel good for you too?" you ask between moans, wanting to make sure he’s enjoying it.
"God, yes," he groans. "You’re squeezing me so tight, but right now it’s all about you. I want you to come like this if you can."
You roll your hips to meet his thrusts, learning the rhythm and experimenting with how it feels to clench around him. Jake’s glasses are completely fogged up and slipping down his nose, he pauses just long enough to take them off and set them aside, then kisses you deeply as he resumes his movements.
"I’m getting there," you moan against his mouth. "Please don’t stop, Jake."
"I’ve got you." He shifts slightly, sliding one hand between your bodies to rub gentle circles over your clit. The extra stimulation pushes you right over the edge. Your walls flutter and clench hard around his cock as the orgasm crashes through you. You moan loudly, nails digging into his back while your body pulses around him.
Jake keeps thrusting softly through your climax, murmuring praises. "That’s it… so good. You’re incredible." Only when you start to come down does he let himself go. His hips snap a few more times before he buries himself deep and comes with a low, shaky groan, filling the condom.
For a long moment afterward, he stays inside you while both of you catch your breath. Then he pulls out carefully, discards the condom, and cleans you both with a warm cloth from the bathroom. "You okay?" he asks, his voice soft and full of concern. "No pain? I tried to be as gentle as possible."
You snuggle into the sheets, feeling a pleasant soreness between your legs and a deep sense of satisfaction. "I’m perfect. A little sore, but in a good way. You made my first time really special, Jake. You’re the best friend I could ask for."
The next morning, you wake up in his bed. The ache between your legs reminds you of everything — the careful way he touched you, the gentle thrusts, the tender kisses. It had all been perfect for your first time.
But as you slip out of bed carefully so you don’t wake him, a realization settles in your mind. It wasn’t enough. Not for what you really want.
Heeseung isn’t gentle. From the rumors, girls get pinned against walls, left breathless and marked. He likes control, intensity, rough hands. Jake would never give you that, even if you begged. He’s your best friend who worries about every little sound you make. He would never push your limits the way you suspect Heeseung would.
You also need to practice that side — the rougher kind of sex that leaves you deliciously sore, the kind that teaches you how to take and give back. You can’t show up to Heeseung soft and inexperienced if you want to stand out, if you want him to crave you for more than one night.
So you leave Jake a note on his desk. "Thank you for last night. Let’s talk soon," and head back to your dorm with a new determination.
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That weekend, the hockey team is throwing a big party at their off-campus house — an event that always draws a different crowd from the basketball scene. There’s no explosive feud between the teams, just a quiet rivalry and enough tension that basketball players rarely show up at hockey parties and vice versa. It’s perfect. No chance of running into Heeseung or his circle, and you need that space to level up without any complications.
You take extra time getting ready because you want to be noticed. You choose a short black dress that hugs your curves, the hem riding high on your thighs. It’s simple but dangerous — low neckline, thin straps, the kind of outfit that makes you feel powerful when you look in the mirror. You add a bit more makeup than usual, nothing too dramatic, and slip into heels that make your legs look longer.
The hockey house is already packed when you arrive. Hockey players in their varsity jackets, girls in tight dresses, and red solo cups everywhere. You grab a drink and wander through the crowd, heart racing with anticipation.
That’s when you see him.
Sunghoon, the captain of the hockey team, is standing near the kitchen island, leaning against the counter like he owns the place — and he does. He has a cold, almost untouchable aura that makes people shiver when he walks by. His teammates laugh around him, but he only offers a slight, distant smile, like he’s above it all.
Your eyes meet across the room and he doesn’t look away. Instead, his gaze slowly travels down your body, taking in the dress you chose so carefully, before returning to your face. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips — not warm like Jake’s, but something sharper, more predatory. It sends a shiver down your spine.
You don’t look away either. After all, that’s exactly why you came.
He pushes off the counter and makes his way through the crowd toward you. The suffocating tension hits you the second he stops right in front of you, like all the air has been sucked out of the room. "You don’t usually come to our parties," he says, his voice low as he tilts his head, studying you like a puzzle he’s already halfway to solving. "Or are you from the basketball crowd, doll?"
You take a sip of your drink to steady yourself. "Maybe I was waiting for the right night… Plus, hockey parties have a certain reputation."
A faint smile tugs at his lips as he steps a little closer, invading your space enough to make your pulse race. "Reputation for what, exactly?" He’s so close now that you can smell his cologne — something fresh and expensive that makes your head spin.
You shrug, trying to look calm. "Good music, strong drinks… You’re Sunghoon, right? The captain of the team. I’ve heard a lot about you." The words come out bolder than you expected, but they hit something in him and his gaze darkens.
He raises a thick eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest, making his impressively attractive biceps stand out. "I hope they’re good things."
You smile slightly. "Depends on who you ask. Some say you’re intense. Others say you’re… hard to keep up with."
Sunghoon studies you like he’s deciding something. The air between you grows heavier, and you can feel the pull — the way his eyes drop to your mouth, then lower, before sliding back up. "And what do you think? Do you think you could keep up?"
The question makes your breath hitch. "I think it depends," you reply, taking a small step closer, letting the tension build until it feels almost unbearable. "Are you offering to find out?"
He leans in even closer, his lips hovering near your ear so only you can hear him, his warm breath brushing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. "Careful. Talking like that might get you more than you bargained for."
You turn your head just enough that your cheeks nearly touch. "Maybe that’s exactly what I’m looking for."
His hand settles on your lower back, firm and guiding, pulling you subtly closer. "Come upstairs with me," he says, his voice steady as he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again. "There’s a room up there. Quieter. We can… talk more."
This is it — the next step.
You nod, letting him guide you through the crowd toward the stairs with his hand still resting on your back as you climb the steps.
The door clicks softly shut behind you, and the room instantly feels much quieter than the chaos downstairs, lit only by the soft glow coming through the open window. Sunghoon leans back against the door without saying a word, simply watching you with a playful smile on his lips.
"So," he begins softly, pushing away from the door and walking toward you, "you showed up at a hockey party dressed like that, with your eyes on the captain. You’re either really brave or really curious. Which one is it?"
"Maybe both."
Your back hits the wall before you even realize you’ve been moving backward. "Bold. I like that, I don’t waste time with girls who don’t know what they want." He towers over you, his presence intense and dominant.
You swallow hard. "I know exactly what I want tonight. Someone who won’t hold back."
He leans in closer, one hand settling on your hip, fingers pressing firmly enough for you to feel his strength. "Careful what you wish for… You look like the type who melts easily, and I think I’d really enjoy finding out."
His gaze drops to your mouth, then returns to your eyes, dark and hungry. Without another word, his lips crash against yours in a deep, overwhelming kiss right from the first second. Sunghoon doesn’t take it slow like Jake — he claims your mouth completely, his tongue sliding against yours with raw intensity while his free hand moves up to caress the back of your neck, tilting your head exactly the way he wants.
You try to match the intensity of his kiss, but it’s overwhelming — he devours every sigh and gasp that escapes you. When he finally pulls back enough for you to breathe, his eyes are darker, his lips slightly swollen. "Not bad," he murmurs, voice rough. "But you can do better, doll."
Before you can respond, he kisses you again, slower this time, pressing his body against yours so you can feel the hard line of his cock straining through his jeans. Your stomach tightens with a mix of nerves and excitement.
"Come here." He takes your hand and guides you away from the wall toward the bed. Sitting on the edge, he pulls you close until you’re straddling his lap, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thighs, your dress riding up as you settle against him.
He pulls you into another deep kiss while one hand slides up your body and the other grips your thigh. You rock lightly in his lap, feeling him grow even harder beneath you, and he lets out a low groan into your mouth. "You’re so fucking hot. I want to see what else that pretty mouth can do." His fingers trace your jaw, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Get on your knees for me. Show me what that mouth is capable of."
Your heart stutters because his words hit you hard — part excitement, part panic. On your knees. Sucking him. You’ve never given a blowjob before.
You slide slowly off Sunghoon’s lap and drop to your knees, your hands shaking as you reach for the button of his jeans and try to pull down the zipper. Reality crashes over you: you’re on your knees for the hockey team captain, about to give him head with zero experience.
His eyes narrow the moment he notices the tremor in your hands and the hesitation in your movements. A low, cruel, mocking laugh escapes him. "Wait." He reaches down, gripping your chin with two fingers, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You’ve never done this before, have you?"
Biting your lip, you shake your head. "No… I’ve never done it."
Sunghoon’s expression doesn’t soften with pity. Instead, it sharpens with something darker — satisfaction mixed with pure control. He releases your chin and leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, looking down at you like you’re a player who needs to learn the drill.
"Good, I like honesty. So you’re going to listen carefully. I’m not in the mood for guessing games tonight. You want to learn? I’ll teach you, and you follow my instructions. Got it, dol?"
You swallow hard and nod again.
"Words," he commands, cold and firm. "Use your words when I ask you something."
"Yes," you repeat, your voice steadier this time. "I understand."
He gives a small nod of approval. "Good girl. Now unzip me."
You obey, slowly pulling the zipper down. Sunghoon lifts his hips slightly to help you tug his jeans and boxers low enough to free his cock. It springs out, hard and heavy, the tip already glistening with precum.
His hand rests on the back of your neck, not pushing, but guiding. "Look up at me when I’m talking to you. Don’t just stare at it like you’re lost. Wrap your hand around the base and feel the weight."
Your fingers are still trembling as you obey, curling them around his thick length. He feels incredibly warm and heavy in your palm, the skin smooth over steel. You give an experimental squeeze, watching his reaction.
"Yes, just like that," he praises coolly, like he’s directing a teammate on the ice. "Now stroke up and down. Keep a firm grip. That’s it— good. Don’t be shy."
You pump your hand firmly, finding a rhythm that makes Sunghoon’s breathing grow a little deeper, but he keeps complete control, his eyes locked on you the entire time. "Spit on it, get it nice and wet. Good girls make it sloppy."
You gather saliva and let it drip onto the head, using your hand to spread it all over his length. The wet sounds that follow make your face burn even hotter, but the way his cock twitches in your grip sends a shiver through you.
His fingers twist into your hair with enough force for you to feel it, then he pulls you closer to his throbbing length. "Now use your mouth. Start with the head, wrap your lips around it, no teeth. Suck gently while you swirl your tongue."
Your heart races as you wrap your lips around the tip, tasting a man’s cock for the first time — slightly salty, but surprisingly good. Your tongue moves in slow, hesitant circles, trying to find the rhythm you think will feel best for him.
"Eyes up," he orders sharply. "Look at me while you do it. That’s good, but take me deeper now. Relax your throat, don’t force it. Move your head slowly and keep stroking the part you can’t reach."
You open wider and take him deeper. It feels strange at first — the stretch of your jaw, the way he fills your mouth, the occasional gag when you go too far, causing tears to gather at the corners of your eyes.
"Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. Faster with your tongue on the underside. Use your hand in sync with your mouth."
You follow every instruction carefully, the clear commands making it easier despite your inexperience. The room fills with wet, obscene sounds as your mouth works on him — licking, sucking, and your hand sliding smoothly along his cock. Sunghoon’s thighs tense under your free hand, and his voice grows a little rougher, though still tightly controlled. "Hollow your cheeks more when you pull back. Take me deeper whenever you can, I want to feel the back of your throat."
Pushing yourself, you take him deeper until your nose brushes his stomach, triggering a light gag. You try to hold it, but end up sliding back up, gasping for air. A thick string of saliva connects his cock to your mouth, and his grip tightens in your hair, the slight sting only heightening the moment.
"Not bad for your first time. Now focus on the head again. Suck harder while you move faster. Yeah— just like that. You’re gonna make me come if you keep going."
You throw yourself into it completely, determined to get better so you can do this perfectly for Heeseung one day. Your hand and mouth work together, faster and sloppier now, until Sunghoon’s breathing turns heavier and his abs tighten visibly.
"Fuck— keep your eyes on me," he growls, his voice dropping lower. "I’m close. When I come, you swallow. Every drop. Understand, doll?"
You murmur something unintelligible around him, the vibration drawing a low groan from deep in his throat. His hand guides you with a little more firmness now as his hips begin to rock, meeting your mouth with each movement. His dominance is intoxicating — no endless questions, no overthinking, just clear and commanding direction that pushes you exactly where he wants you.
With one last deep thrust into your mouth and a low groan, he comes. Hot spurts hit the back of your throat as you swallow desperately, trying not to gag while you take everything he gives you, your hand still gently stroking him through it.
Sunghoon holds you there for a few more seconds before finally releasing your hair and letting you pull back. You release his cock with a wet pop, your lips swollen and glistening. He looks down at you with that same cool satisfaction, his thumb brushing a stray string of saliva from your chin. "Clean every inch with your tongue."
You nod and obey, licking him carefully with slow, deliberate strokes of your tongue until he’s completely clean.
"Good," he says, his voice satisfied. "Now come here."
He pulls you up from your knees and back onto his lap, guiding you into a deep kiss that’s slower and less aggressive than the one against the wall, yet still possessive. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting himself on you, letting out a soft groan against your lips.
"You did well for your first time," he praises quietly as he pulls back, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. "A little messy, but eager. I like that. You look even better with that flushed face after sucking me off, doll."
The praise sends a warm flutter through your stomach, and before you can respond, Sunghoon moves, flipping you onto your back on the bed. He hovers over you, one hand braced beside your head while the other slides up your thigh, pushing your dress higher. "You’ve never sucked a cock before… so I’m going to ask. Are you a virgin?"
You shake your head quickly. "No, I’m not."
A flash of relief crosses his face, quickly replaced by a darker, almost predatory smile. "Good. That’s actually perfect. It means I don’t have to be gentle with you." His hand glides along your inner thigh, spreading your legs apart. "I hate holding back."
Two of his long fingers press against your entrance, finding you already soaked from everything that’s happened. He pushes your panties aside and slides them inside you in one smooth motion. His fingers are noticeably longer than Jake’s, reaching places that instantly make your breath hitch.
"Fuck, you’re so tight. You sure you’re not a virgin, doll? Because you’re squeezing me like one." He starts moving right away, no slow buildup, no endless questions about how you feel, just his fingers thrusting in a steady rhythm — faster and deeper — while his thumb rubs firm circles over your clit.
You gasp, arching your back off the bed as his long fingers reach so deep that they stroke that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. "Sunghoon—" you moan, clutching his shoulders.
"Eyes on me." His free hand pins your wrists above your head while the other moves faster, scissoring his fingers to stretch you further. He watches every reaction on your face, adjusting the intensity until you’re writhing beneath him. "You’re already soaking my hand, doll. Come on, let me feel you come around my fingers."
He adds a third finger, pushing deeper and curling harder against that spot while his thumb presses firmer circles on your clit. The combination is overwhelming — fast, deep strokes that tighten the pleasure in your core until your thighs start trembling around his hand.
"I… oh God…" Your words dissolve into a moan as the orgasm crashes over you. Your walls clench hard around his fingers, pulsing with every wave, but Sunghoon doesn’t slow down, he keeps going until you’re shaking and gasping, hypersensitive and completely spent.
Only then does he pull his fingers out, bringing them to his lips for a quick taste while he looks down at you with dark satisfaction. "You taste so good, doll."
Without wasting another second, he shoves the rest of his pants and boxers down and climbs fully on top of you. "Arms up." You lift them without hesitation and he pulls your dress off, tossing it aside somewhere in the room. Your bra follows immediately, exposing your breasts to the cool air. In the same motion, he squeezes one firmly, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens, then leans down to suck it, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.
"These are perfect," he murmurs against your skin before moving to the other. His free hand yanks your panties down your legs in one swift pull, leaving you completely naked beneath him. Sunghoon sits back for a moment, his eyes slowly roaming over your bare body with cool appreciation. "Perfect. You’re perfect, doll."
He positions himself between your spread thighs, one hand gripping your hip while the other guides his cock to your entrance. Only then do you realize there’s no condom. This is going to be the first time you feel someone raw. "Wait, Sunghoon…"
"I’m clean," he says dryly, reading your hesitation perfectly. "We’re good." He doesn’t say anything else, simply pushing forward and sinking the thick head of his cock into you with one precise thrust.
With no latex barrier, you feel every inch of him — hot, hard, and completely bare. The stretch is more intense than it was with Jake, deeper and fuller in a way that makes your walls flutter and clench tightly around him. A low moan escapes you as he sinks even deeper, filling you completely until his hips press flush against yours.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Sunghoon groans, closing his eyes for a brief second before locking his gaze on your face again. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust, starting to move with long, deep strokes that brush every sensitive spot inside you while he watches your every reaction, every gasp, fucking you with firm control.
You grab onto his arms, your nails digging crescent moons into his skin. "Sunghoon… it’s so deep like this." Every thrust knocks the air out of your lungs.
He kisses you hard again, swallowing your moans as his hips snap forward faster, growing more intense. The pleasure feels stronger than your first time because there’s nothing between you, but after a few minutes, Sunghoon suddenly pulls out, leaving you empty and whimpering.
"On your knees. Face down, ass up," he orders. "I need to go deeper. I want to watch this ass bounce while I fuck you stupid."
You get on all fours, feeling incredibly exposed with your ass up and back arched. The vulnerability of this new position you’ve never tried before sends a fresh wave of nerves through you. Sunghoon kneels behind you, his hands spreading your cheeks slightly as he lines himself up again.
He thrusts into you hard, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. The new angle lets him go incredibly deeper, the head of his cock pressing against spots you didn’t even know existed. You cry out, fingers clutching the sheets tightly. "Oh my God, it’s so much deeper like this."
Sunghoon groans in satisfaction. "That’s exactly what I wanted." His hands grip your hips firmly as he starts fucking you with more intensity. His thrusts are relentless, hips snapping forward with a force that makes your entire body shake.
One hand slides up your back and fists in your hair, pulling your head back sharply and arching you even more. "Fuck, look at you taking it so well like this."
His other hand comes down hard on your ass, a firm slap that makes the flesh jiggle and sting deliciously, drawing a loud moan from you. He spanks the other cheek, then again, alternating while he keeps pounding into you.
Without a condom, you feel every vein, every ridge, the way his cock stretches and fills you completely with every powerful thrust. "This ass looks even better when it’s moving for me," he says, landing another harder slap. Your arms tremble, barely able to hold you up as the pleasure builds hotter and tighter in your core. "You’re clenching so fucking hard. You like it rough like this, don’t you?"
"Yes," you moan, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. "Harder, please."
He obeys without hesitation, fucking you with punishing force that makes the bed creak beneath you and his balls slap against you with every deep stroke. "Touch yourself, rub your clit while I fuck you."
You slide a hand between your legs, circling your swollen clit. Another sharp slap lands on your ass, the sting spreading hot across your skin and making you clench hard around him. "Fuck, do that again, doll." He delivers one more firm spank, then squeezes the reddened flesh possessively. "You’re dripping all over my cock, soaking the sheets like a good girl."
His words, combined with the relentless rhythm, the sharp tugs on your hair, the stinging slaps, and the overwhelming depth of this position, push you straight over the edge. Your orgasm hits hard, your walls pulsing and contracting tightly around his bare cock as waves of pleasure crash through you. You moan loudly into the mattress, your whole body shaking.
Sunghoon doesn’t slow down at all — he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, chasing his own. "I’m gonna come," he growls. After a few more deep, powerful thrusts, he buries himself to the hilt and groans as he fills you with hot pulses of cum, spilling deep inside you for the first time. The sensation is new and overwhelming — warm, wet, and so intimately raw that it makes your mind spin.
Sunghoon collapses beside you on the bed and pulls you against his chest, lazily stroking your back. "You should come to our parties more often. Those basketball idiots don’t deserve someone like you at their parties."
────────
Not everything is about the plan. After all, you are still in college — assignments pile up and deadlines approach without caring about your personal obsessions. When the professor pairs you with Jay for the next project, you don’t think much of it, you just need to finish the work as quickly as possible so you can get back to your plan.
The second-floor library was strangely quiet that night. Most students have already left, and the few who remain are buried in their books. You and Jay sit at a secluded table in a corner, surrounded by tall bookshelves that give you a sense of privacy.
Jay sits across from you, looking effortlessly attractive in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his veiny forearms. You’ve been discussing the project for nearly an hour, but the conversation slowly drifts away from the assignment and becomes more personal.
"You always seem so put-together," you say with a small smile. "Even during finals week. How do you do it?"
Jay chuckles softly, leaning back in his chair. "Coffee. A lot of coffee… You’ve been glowing lately. There’s a new confidence in class. It looks good on you."
Your cheeks flush slightly. "Thank you. I’ve been pushing myself out of my comfort zone lately."
"I noticed and it’s honestly really attractive." The compliment is light, but it’s enough to make your breath hitch. Jay’s voice drops lower as he continues. "You know, it’s easy to talk to you… and easy to look at, too."
You laugh, quickly glancing around to make sure no one is nearby. "You’re not bad yourself. Always so polite and charming... It’s kind of dangerous."
His smile widens, and then he reaches across the table, lightly brushing his fingers against yours. The touch is gentle but sends a spark through you, making the library feel even quieter now, like the rest of the world has disappeared and only the two of you remain behind the shelves.
Before you can overthink it, Jay leans forward over the table. "Come here."
You meet him halfway, and the kiss starts soft and sweet at first — a gentle brush of lips that quickly deepens as he tilts his head. Jay kisses with care and skill, one hand gently cupping your cheek while the other rests on the table for balance. It feels good, warm, and surprisingly right.
When he finally pulls back, breathing a little faster, he whispers. "No one’s around… Come sit with me."
He gently pulls you around the table and onto his lap. Your legs part over his thighs, the skirt riding up as he settles you against him and wraps one arm securely around your waist.
"Jay," a nervous laugh escapes you as you glance at the shelves surrounding you. "We’re in the library… Someone could walk by any second."
"It’s okay," his hand traces slow circles on your lower back while the other rests on your thigh. "Look around, it’s almost empty, and the shelves block most of the view." He leans in and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw. "We’ll be quiet. I just want to be close to you for a little while… if you’re okay with it."
Sitting on his lap like this in a public place feels incredibly bold, but Jay’s gentle confidence makes your hesitation melt away. "It’s okay," he whispers, kissing you again, slower this time. "Just relax. It’s just us right now."
You kiss him back, and it doesn’t take long for your hips to start moving almost on their own, grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. The friction feels good even through your clothes — a slow, delicious rhythm that builds heat between your legs. Jay lets out a low hum of approval against your mouth, his hand squeezing your thigh encouragingly.
"That’s good… really good." His hips continue moving in deliberate circles, letting you feel him hardening beneath you — the thick outline pressing right against your core.
The kiss deepens as he traces your lower lip with his tongue, seeking entrance, and you open for him. "Yeah… keep doing that." One of his hands slides up to your cheek, tenderly stroking it with his thumb, while the other guides your hips, helping you find a rhythm that feels even better. "You’re driving me crazy doing this… it feels so good."
Jay pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again, his gaze is dark with desire but still incredibly gentle. "Do you want to do this here?" he asks, thumb caressing your hip. "We don’t have to… but if you’re comfortable, I need you right now."
You quickly glance around — there’s still no one nearby. "Yes." The certainty in your voice surprises even you. "I want to."
He pulls you into another kiss, deep and reassuring, before reaching between your bodies to push his pants and underwear down just enough to free himself. His cock springs out — long and incredibly thick, the head flushed red and already glistening. It’s bigger than you expected, heavy, with prominent veins.
Your eyes widen in surprise and nervousness. "Jay… you’re really big. I don’t know if I can take all of that."
He cups your face with both hands, noticing your nerves. "Hey… look at me. We don’t have to rush anything, and if it’s too much, we stop, I promise." A soft, caring expression takes over as thumbs gently stroke your cheeks. "We’ll go really slow… I’ll make sure it feels good for you."
You nod, biting your lower lip. "Okay. I trust you."
One hand stays on your waist while the other guides his thick cock, rubbing the head against your soaked panties, teasing your entrance through the fabric. "Move your panties to the side for me."
With trembling hands, you hook your fingers under the fabric and pull it aside. The cool air hits your wet folds, making you shiver. Jay helps by tugging your skirt up until it’s bunched around your waist. Only then does he position himself at your entrance — the blunt head of his cock brushing against your slick pussy. "When you’re ready."
You take a deep breath and start sinking down, the stretch is immediate and intense — almost too much. His thickness slowly pushes your walls apart as you lower yourself, inch by inch. A soft moan escapes your lips from the burning sensation and the way he fills you so completely. It’s deeper than anything you’ve felt before, his huge size presses against every sensitive spot inside you.
Jay groans, tilting his head back for a moment. "Fuck… you’re so tight. Take it slow, angel. You’re doing so well."
You pause halfway, breathing deeply to ease the burning feeling. It’s almost uncomfortable, but the raw heat of him, bare and deep, sends sparks of pleasure through the stretch. Determined, you continue lowering yourself until you’re fully seated on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside you, your walls fluttering as they try to adjust to his enormous length.
For a few seconds, you stay still, adjusting to the feeling of his cock pulsing deep inside you. Jay’s arms wrap around you, holding you close as his lips brush your temple. "You’re perfect, angel. Taking me so well... Tell me when you want to move."
You start experimenting, at first moving simply — rising and sinking as you’ve seen in porn videos. The motion drags him along your walls, creating delicious friction, but it feels a little awkward. It feels good for him, his groans make that clear, but it isn’t quite hitting the right spots for you.
"This is incredible," he says honestly. "But I want you to feel good too. You don’t have to just go up and down. Grind on me… roll your hips in circles, and when you bounce, use your whole body. Let me guide you, angel."
He gently guides you with his hands on your hips, and you follow, shifting from simple up and down movements to a smooth, rolling grind. The change is instant — his thick cock now rubs perfectly against your front wall, pressing hard into that sensitive spot with every circle of your hips, making a sharp moan escape you. "Yes, just like that. Feel how deep I am when you roll your hips? Now try bouncing while you do that."
You combine the movements — lifting and dropping while rolling your hips on the way down. Each bounce takes him incredibly deep, his cockhead dragging against places that make your toes curl. The stretch remains intense because he’s almost too big, creating a delicious burn.
Jay groans louder, and one hand slides up to cradle the back of your neck as he kisses you again. "Yes… fuck, you’re riding me so well. Look at you, angel." His other hand stays on your hip, guiding you to bounce harder.
The praise makes you bolder. You brace your hands on his shoulders for balance and start bouncing faster, moving up and down while grinding. Jay is so big that you can feel his cock reaching deep into your stomach, creating a profound pressure that makes your head spin.
Your newfound confidence makes him throb inside you as Jay starts thrusting up to meet you, the added force sending waves of pleasure through your core. "Deeper… like this," you moan.
Jay’s hands roam all over your body — squeezing your ass, caressing your breasts over your shirt, pulling you down for more kisses. He doesn’t take full control, letting you lead while offering guidance and praise. "That’s it… move just like that. You’re getting so wet for me. You look so beautiful riding my cock."
The pleasure builds quickly, a deep, spreading heat that consumes your entire body. You lean forward, changing the angle, and cry out when you hit an even more sensitive spot. Jay groans, holding you tighter. "Right there? Good girl. Keep going, take what you need."
You moan loudly, burying your face in his neck as the orgasm crashes through you violently. Your walls clench uncontrollably around his cock, pulsing and milking him while you keep bouncing, pushing him over the edge right after. He groans, thrusting his hips up against you as he cums deep inside, filling you with hot, thick pulses of cum.
Once you both come down, Jay lifts your chin and kisses you again, his tongue moves lazily against yours, savoring the moment. You kiss him back, feeling his cock still twitching softly inside you.
"You were incredible, angel," he whispers between kisses, smiling against your lips. "So beautiful riding me like that."
Jay’s hands run gently down your back, his gaze dropping to your chest. "Can I see more of you?"
You nod, and he doesn’t waste a single second, pulls your blouse up just enough to free your breasts. The cool air of the library makes your nipples harden instantly. "Perfect,” you sigh softly as he takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
He sucks harder, then grazes his teeth over the sensitive bud with a careful bite that makes you moan and clench around his cock, which is still buried deep inside you. Switching to the other breast, he gives it the same attention — kissing, licking, sucking, and biting. You roll your hips slowly in his lap, savoring the way his cock twitches inside you every time he sucks harder.
"You’re so sensitive here," he murmurs against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses between your breasts. "I could spend hours doing this."
You let out a soft, needy sound, holding his head closer to your chest as he continues marking you with his mouth — sucking hard enough to leave hickeys that will remind you of this moment later. He’s getting hard again inside you, growing thicker and longer, pressing against your sensitive walls.
"Fuck, you’re making me hard again. The way you squeeze around me while I suck on these… you’re driving me crazy." Suddenly, Jay’s arms tighten around you and, in one swift movement, he stands up.
"Jay—!" you gasp, clutching his shoulders.
"I’ve got you," he says carefully, sitting you on the edge of the table with his cock still buried deep inside you. "I need to move for a bit. Okay, angel? Tell me if it’s too much."
Before you can respond, he starts fucking you at his own pace — deep, powerful thrusts that make your body shake on the table. The angle is perfect, making his thick cock drags along every inch of your walls with each stroke.
You try to stay quiet, but the pleasure is overwhelming, and moans far too loud for the silent library keep escaping. "Ah— Jay!"
He quickly covers your mouth with his hand while continuing to thrust firmly. "Shh, angel." His hips snap forward a little harder, testing your silence. "You have to stay quiet… someone might hear."
Even with his palm muffling your sounds, the deep thrusts still pull muffled but audible moans from you. Jay glances around nervously, unsure what to do because stopping isn’t an option, so he makes a quick decision. He pulls his cock out, reaches for your panties, which was pulled to the side this whole time, tugs the wet fabric free and then he pushes it between your lips.
"I’m sorry," he whispers immediately as he slides back inside you with a deep thrust. "I hate doing this… but I don’t want us to get caught, okay?"
You nod slightly, eyes watering from the intensity, but the gag works — your next moan comes out completely muffled. "You’re being so good for me, so wet and tight." Jay returns to your breasts, sucking on one nipple while he continues fucking you senseless.
His pace quickens, hips snapping harder against yours as he tries to keep control. The risk of getting caught and the feeling of you around him push him closer to the edge. "Cum for me. I’m close too… let go, angel."
You scream into the gag, your body shaking in his arms as you cum hard, and the sensation of your walls pulsing around him sends Jay over the edge right after. He buries himself as deep as possible and cums inside you with hot, intense pulses.
Still buried inside you, he strokes your hair and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You were incredible… so responsive and beautiful."
A shy smile tugs at your lips. "You were incredible too."
He runs his thumb across your flushed cheek. "I’d love to do this again someday… if you want. Maybe somewhere more private next time, so I can take my time with you."
Biting your lower lip, you nod. "I’d like that. A lot, actually."
That night, back in your dorm, you realize something: during those hours with Jay, you didn’t think about Heeseung even once because you were completely lost in the moment — in his gentle touches, his warm voice, and the way he made you feel so good.
────────
The basketball team has just won a home game. The crowd is still roaring and the players are celebrating in the middle of the court. Sitting in the stands, you spot Ni-ki — Heeseung’s close friend and teammate. He’s younger than the others but carries himself with an easy, playful confidence.
When the court finally quiets down and the players start heading toward the locker rooms, you walk calmly through the internal hallways of the building, following the path that leads to the locker room area. To avoid being seen by Heeseung, you hide behind a pillar. From there, you have a perfect view of anyone leaving the locker room, while people passing through the hallway are unlikely to notice you.
A few minutes pass before the door opens. A group of players steps out, talking loudly, and Heeseung is right in the middle of them. You press yourself tighter against the pillar, holding your breath as he walks by, laughing at some joke.
More athletes leave after that until the hallway falls completely silent. Knowing most people have already gone and the risk of seeing Heeseung has passed, you finally step out of your hiding spot and walk to a brighter, more visible part of the corridor, right near the door.
When Ni-ki comes out, his eyes land on you almost immediately. He slows his steps, tilting his head with clear interest and a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "No way. You actually waited? Most girls chase after the captain." He stops right in front of you, looking you up and down without even trying to hide it. "Damn, you look dangerous."
You feel a flutter in your stomach but smile back at him. "I thought the guy who kept stealing the ball and grinning like he owned the court deserved some attention tonight."
Ni-ki laughs, running a hand through his damp hair. "You’re bold, huh? I like that." He steps a little closer, his eyes sparkling with playful curiosity. "So what’s your deal? Are you a basketball fan or did you just come here to make my day way more interesting?"
There’s a seductive tease in his voice — arrogant but fun. He clearly likes what he sees and isn’t shy about showing it. "Because if you’re here for me, you should probably tell me your name before I start calling you ‘mine’ in front of the whole team."
If you play this right, he might casually mention you to the team later, and Heeseung would hear your name and maybe get curious. But if you mess up and come across as too eager or awkward, Ni-ki could joke about it in the locker room and ruin everything before you even get close. Still, you trust yourself. "It’s y/n."
"y/n," he repeats, like he’s savoring the sound. "Nice. It suits you. So, y/n… do you always wait outside the locker rooms after games looking this good, or did I just get lucky today?"
"Only when the player on the court is showing off like he’s trying to impress someone."
Ni-ki moves even closer. "Ah, so you were really watching me? Careful, I might get too cocky." He tilts his head, his eyes tracing your face before dropping to your lips. "Or maybe that’s exactly what you want. To make me arrogant enough to do something about the pretty girl who showed up just for me."
His gaze continues sliding down from your lips, appreciating the way your top hugs your body. Suddenly, Ni-ki glances around, checking if anyone is nearby. The hallway is empty. Without warning, he grabs your hand with a grin. "Come with me for a second."
He pulls you into the locker room, but not near the entrance. He keeps guiding you deeper inside, past a small entryway and around the corner of the main area, where he presses your body against the wall. The tension that has been building finally snaps. Cupping your face with one hand, he kisses you with raw hunger — his lips moving against yours with confidence as his tongue teases yours, deepening the kiss almost instantly.
He pulls back just enough to breathe, a cocky little smirk on his face. "Fuck… you taste even better than I imagined."
He presses you harder against the wall and slides one thigh between your legs, creating just enough pressure to make you gasp into his mouth. "You’re so fucking addictive." His hands slip under your top, warm palms gliding over your skin and sending shivers through you.
Suddenly, Ni-ki drops to his knees in front of you, looking up with an even more mischievous smile. "I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you waiting outside." His hands move quickly, unbuttoning your jeans and tugging them down along with your panties. He lifts one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder, opening you up to him.
Ni-ki presses his mouth against your pussy like he’s starving for it — voracious and rough. His tongue licks long, wet stripes from your entrance up to your clit before swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Oh my God — Ni-ki…" you moan, one hand flying to his messy hair.
He moans against you, the vibration shooting pleasure straight up your spine. "You taste so good." His tongue dives inside you, licking and savoring every inch like he can’t get enough. Messy and eager, his lips suck on your folds before focusing back on your clit with small, hungry sucks and licks.
He eats you out like he wants to memorize every taste, every reaction — switching between long, slow licks that make your toes curl and faster movements that force you to bite your lip to stay quiet.
"Ni-ki… that feels so good." He looks up at you while his mouth works, eyes gleaming with satisfaction and desire, clearly loving the way you’re falling apart for him.
Ni-ki murmurs in response and doubles his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth while his tongue moves fast. "Ni-ki… fuck, right there," you gasp, fingers tightening almost painfully in his hair as your hips start grinding against his face.
He slides two fingers inside you while his tongue keeps working your clit, curling them instantly against that perfect spot.
Your breathing turns ragged, your thighs trembling uncontrollably around his head. "I… I’m gonna—" you try to warn him, voice breaking, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he sucks harder on your clit and pumps his fingers faster.
Your whole body locks up for a second before a violent tremor runs through you. Your pussy clenches hard around his fingers as your clit pulses wildly against his tongue.
Ni-ki groans proudly against you, licking you through every wave, addicted to the way you fall apart. He keeps going until you’re whimpering, oversensitive and shaking. Only then does he finally pull back, lips glossy and swollen. "Shit, you come so beautifully."
He rises to his feet with a satisfied smirk and pulls you into another kiss so you can taste yourself on his tongue, his hands grip your waist, pressing your body against his. "You’re so sweet. I could eat you every day, all day long."
You open your mouth to respond, but the metallic click of the main door handle cuts through the air.
You both freeze and footsteps echo on the tiled floor, accompanied by a familiar voice humming something.
It’s Jungwon — another teammate, the point guard.
"Shit." Ni-ki quickly grabs your hand and pulls you toward the shower area with its open stalls and curtains. Yanking one curtain aside, he guides you inside, and presses your back against the cold tiled wall.
The footsteps grow louder, closer. "Hey, is anyone still in here?" Jungwon’s voice sounds casual, like he heard something and decided to check.
Ni-ki presses a finger to your lips, leaning in so close that his warm breath brushes your ear. "Don’t make a sound," he whispers, almost inaudible.
Your heart pounds hard against your ribs, but Ni-ki doesn’t seem bothered at all. In fact, the risk seems to excite him even more. Jungwon’s footsteps get closer, and right at that exact moment, Ni-ki pushes two fingers inside you without any warning. Your eyes widen and a sharp gasp almost escapes before you bite down hard on your lip.
He curls his fingers instantly, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside you with ease, a small mischievous smirk on his face as he watches your reaction. He pumps them slowly at first, then faster, while his thumb presses firmly against your swollen clit.
Trembling violently, you bury your face in his neck, desperately trying to muffle the moans threatening to spill out. "Shhh," Ni-ki whispers right against your ear, but his fingers don’t stop — deep, curling thrusts that make your knees buckle. "You’re squeezing me so tight. Does almost getting caught turn you on?"
You nod frantically and bite down on his shoulder through his shirt to stay quiet as Jungwon moves just a few meters away. Ni-ki’s thumb presses harder on your clit while his fingers thrust faster, making your thighs shake and your walls flutter uncontrollably around him as you fight to stay silent. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes from the effort.
Jungwon’s voice echoes again, closer this time. "I heard noises coming from here. Who the hell is in here?"
Noticing Jungwon getting closer, Ni-ki curls his fingers harder, rubbing your sweet spot relentlessly while his thumb works your clit in fast, precise circles. You dig your nails into his back, letting out a silent scream against his neck as pleasure peaks. Your pussy clenches violently around his fingers, dripping as waves of spasms run through you.
Finally, Jungwon’s footsteps retreat. The door opens and closes again. The second it does, Ni-ki pulls his fingers out and kisses you hard, swallowing the broken moan that finally escapes you.
Without breaking the kiss, he tugs down his basketball shorts and boxers in one quick motion, freeing his hard, thick, flushed cock. It’s already leaking at the tip from how turned on he is after eating you out and fingering you.
You reach for him without thinking — and without really knowing what you’re doing — wrapping your hand around his length and stroking slowly at first. You feel the heat and the way he pulses hot against your palm as your thumb brushes over the head, spreading the precum. "You’re so hard… I can feel how much you want this."
"Yeah? Then let me have you." He quickly helps you pull your jeans and panties all the way down your legs, kicking them aside before pressing you against the cold tiled wall of the shower stall. One hand grips your thigh as he lines himself up and with one smooth thrust, he pushes inside, burying his cock deep into your still-sensitive pussy. The stretch makes you gasp at the sudden, overwhelming fullness after everything that’s already happened.
He fucks you against the wall with firm, deep thrusts, his hips snapping forward while he holds you in place. "Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good," he groans, burying his face in your neck as he drives into you harder, each movement pressing you against the tiles. "So wet and tight."
"Ni-ki… you’re so deep," your voice trembles with pleasure as he hits that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. "Don’t stop… it feels so good."
He keeps going like that for a while, fucking you firmly against the wall with his hands gripping your ass. But soon the position isn’t enough for him, with a low grunt, he suddenly lifts you as if you weigh nothing, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. The new angle lets him sink even deeper, and you let out a muffled cry as he starts bouncing you on his cock, thrusting up with hungry movements that make your breasts bounce inside your top.
"Yes, like that… it feels so good," you moan while he fucks you in the air, your back pressed against the wall for leverage as he holds you like you’re weightless. The sensation is intense, every thrust hits so deep it makes your head spin and your toes curl.
"Open your mouth." He brings two fingers to your lips. "Suck them for me. I want to feel that pretty mouth while I fuck you."
You part your lips obediently and take his fingers into your mouth, sucking them eagerly while he keeps thrusting into you. His cock twitches at the feeling of your warm mouth around his fingers, the taste of you still lingers on them from earlier, making you moan around them.
"That’s it," he says, eyes locked on your face as he watches you suck his fingers while bouncing you on his cock. "You look so fucking hot like this. Keep sucking just like that."
You do exactly that, swirling your tongue and sucking harder as he drives deep inside you, clearly losing himself in how good it feels.
You pull off his fingers with a wet pop and gasp, "Ni-ki… I’m so close again. I’m gonna come."
With a mischievous smirk, he pushes his fingers back into your mouth, moving them in time with his cock as he fucks you harder against the wall. "Then come for me again. I want to feel you squeezing my cock while you suck my fingers."
The dirty words combined with his relentless pace finally push you over the edge. You moan loudly around his fingers as your legs tighten around his waist. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes through you, making your entire body shake in his arms.
Ni-ki groans at the feeling of you coming and his thrusts turn erratic. He buries himself as deep as possible and comes hard inside you, pulsing with hot spurts while holding you firmly against the wall.
After a moment, he finally lowers you gently until your feet touch the floor again, but he doesn’t pull out immediately, he stays nestled inside your heat, kissing you slowly and almost lazily, like he isn’t ready to end the moment yet. "Fuck… that was incredible. And honestly? That was the best post-game sex I’ve ever had. No joke. I’m gonna be thinking about this pussy for days."
You let out a soft giggle, cheeks burning. "Really? I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly after this."
Surprisingly gentle, he laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek before finally pulling out slowly. Both of you hiss at the loss. "That’s actually great. Means you’ll be thinking about me too. When can we do this again? After the next game, or maybe after every practice?"
────────
The basketball team had crushed their biggest rival that night, and the victory party at the massive off-campus house is going to be loud, chaotic, and packed with people. This is the moment you’ve been carefully preparing for with every practice session and every new experience. Tonight is the night.
You choose a bold black dress that clings to your body like a second skin, short enough to show off your legs and thighs, with a neckline that reveals just enough to be daring. Your hair is styled exactly the way you like it, and your makeup is flawless, enhancing your features in a way that makes you feel powerful. When you look in the mirror, you look like someone who belongs in Heeseung’s world.
When you arrive at the party, the music is already pulsing through the walls, bodies are moving everywhere, and the air smells like alcohol and sweat. Your eyes scan the room until they find him.
Heeseung is sitting on the large couch in the main room like he owns the place — which he basically does. Two girls are practically draped over him. One is half in his lap, her hand resting possessively on his chest, while he has one arm casually around the other girl, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her shoulder as he talks to his teammates.
Spotting Ni-ki nearby, chatting with some of the other players, you walk toward him with confident steps because you aren’t going straight to Heeseung. No — you’re going to make him come to you. Ni-ki’s eyes light up with immediate recognition and interest.
"I can’t believe you’re here," he says with a grin as he pulls you into a side hug that lasts a second longer than necessary. "You look dangerous tonight. Come here, I want you to meet some of the guys."
You laugh softly and stay close to him, letting him introduce you to some of his teammates, including Jungwon. Your cheeks heat up as you remember that moment in the locker room, and when you glance to the side, Heeseung is watching — the girls are still around him, but his eyes are locked on you, following every move you make.
Ni-ki leans in and whispers in your ear, "You know, I still can’t stop thinking about that day in the locker room. Jungwon almost catching us… My fingers buried so deep inside you while you tried so hard not to moan. I’ve been replaying that shit all week."
Your face flushes instantly and the memory makes your thighs press together in a rush of heat. "Ni-ki…" you whisper back, half embarrassed and half turned on, "you can’t just say that here."
You’re too focused on Ni-ki to notice Heeseung pushing the girl off his lap, standing up, and walking over with his usual confidence. He stops right in front of you, his gaze shifting between you and Ni-ki, who is still grinning widely.
"What’s so funny over here?" Heeseung asks, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "You two look like you’re sharing secrets."
You freeze for a second before answering quickly, a little too fast. "Nothing."
"Nothing? Come on. Nothing stays hidden from the captain, especially when my teammate is standing here grinning like an idiot and you’re looking all flustered." He steps closer, his full attention now on you. "Gonna tell me what got you so worked up, pretty?"
Ni-ki’s playful smile fades, replaced by something closer to jealousy as he watches the captain focus entirely on you. "We're just messing around. It's fun talking to y/n, that's all."
Heeseung looks you up and down slowly, taking in the way the dress hugs every curve of your body. "Want a drink? I can’t have you standing here empty-handed."
"Yeah… I’d like that."
Ni-ki’s jaw tightens as he glances between the two of you, clearly not happy about being sidelined, but he knows better than to push it with Heeseung. "Catch you later, y/n," he says, giving you one last look filled with a mix of jealousy and desire before disappearing into the crowd.
Now it’s just you and Heeseung.
He guides you toward the kitchen, his hand lightly brushing your lower back. “So… y/n,” he says, savoring your name like he’s testing how it feels on his tongue. "You show up at my party looking like sin, talking to my boy while wearing this little dress that makes everyone wonder what you’re hiding underneath." A mischievous smile curves his lips as his eyes flick to your mouth for a moment. "You gonna let me find out, or are you just here to tease?"
You feel yourself getting wet just from the way he’s looking at you — that hungry stare and confident tone making your panties stick to you. "Talking about what I’m hiding under this dress already? We just got to the kitchen… but yeah, I might let you discover it." Your voice comes out bold because you refuse to sound nervous now, after waiting so long for this moment.
Deep down, all you can think about is how badly you want him to stop talking and just fuck you senseless.
Heeseung’s smile deepens, a flash of satisfaction crossing his face. He glances around to make sure no one is paying too much attention, then leans in even closer, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks. "There’s an empty room upstairs. Third door on the left, go up in a few minutes. I’ll follow right after so no one notices."
He pulls back, sliding his hand slowly along your waist before disappearing into the crowd. You wait a few minutes, taking a sip of your drink to calm your nerves, but it barely helps — the ache between your legs only grows with every passing second. After exactly five minutes, you head up the stairs and find the third door already slightly ajar. You step inside with shaky, anticipatory breaths.
Moments later, Heeseung appears. He closes the door firmly behind him and locks it.
The second the lock clicks, he’s on you.
There’s nothing gentle about the way his mouth crashes against yours in a hungry, intense kiss. He bites your lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth, then does it again harder just to hear you whimper.
His hands slide down to grip your ass firmly under the dress, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls you flush against him, letting you feel the hard outline of his cock through his pants.
"Fuck, this ass feels even better than it looks in that dress," he growls against your mouth, squeezing harder and spreading your cheeks. The kiss deepens, his tongue dominating yours while he continues kneading and groping your ass like he can’t get enough.
Heeseung’s mischievous smirk returns when he hears you moan into the kiss. He doesn’t break it as he walks you backward toward the bed. When the back of your knees hit the mattress, he pushes you down and climbs on top of you.
A string of saliva connects his lips to yours when he pulls back to strip your dress off in one quick motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in every inch of your body.
"Look at you… such a pretty little slut, all dressed up for who? For me?" His hands make quick work of unclasping your bra and tossing it aside before he drags your panties down your legs and throws them away too, leaving you completely naked and exposed for him.
With a firm hand, Heeseung spreads your legs wide, getting a perfect view of your glistening, dripping pussy. "Already so wet for me, but it’s not enough." Suddenly he leans down and spits directly on your pussy, the warm string of saliva hitting your clit and dripping down your folds. The sight makes his rock-hard cock twitch inside his pants so he does it again, spitting a second time, then spreads it with two fingers, rubbing the wetness all over. "Gonna get this pussy nice and sloppy for me."
You moan loudly at the filthy feeling of his saliva sliding through your folds — hips jerk while your pussy clenches around nothing.
Heeseung drags his tongue slowly up your pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit in one long, deliberate stroke that makes you gasp. When you do, he laughs against you — the vibration sending shivers through your entire body.
"You taste so fucking good," he says before diving back in. He eats you out messily, his tongue swirling around your clit before dipping down to push inside you, savoring every drop of your arousal mixed with his spit.
Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it tightly as the overwhelming sensation hits you. "Heeseung, that feels incredible…"
He keeps going, licking deeper inside you while his nose brushes against your clit, but suddenly he pulls back, looking up at you with a devilish smirk. Without warning, he brings his hand down in a sharp, wet slap against your soaked pussy, the sting mixed with pleasure makes you cry out loudly. "Holy fuck, Heeseung."
"You like that too?" He slaps your pussy again, harder this time, hitting your folds and swollen clit. "Such a dirty girl, getting even wetter when I slap this pretty pussy."
"Yes— God, yes," you moan, thighs trembling. "It burns, but it feels so good at the same time."
That encourages him to give you another slap and right after, he buries his face between your legs again, sucking hard on your clit while two thick fingers push inside you. He fingers you mercilessly, curling them to hit that sweet spot over and over as his tongue works your clit. "Fuck, you’re so tight. Taking my fingers like a good little slut for me."
He spits on your clit again, spreading the saliva with his tongue before adding a third finger, stretching you deliciously while pumping them faster and harder. All you can do is moan, your thighs shaking violently around his head. "Heeseung, I’m getting close… please don’t stop."
He obeys, alternating between long licks, hard sucks on your clit, deep thrusts of his fingers, and firm slaps that make your pussy burn and throb. "I’m gonna come," you moan, arching your back off the bed.
"Then come for me." Your entire body tenses, your walls clenching hard around his fingers as spasms rip through you. You come hard with a loud cry, thighs trembling violently around his head. But Heeseung doesn’t stop, he keeps licking and fingering you through every pulse, drawing out your pleasure until you’re oversensitive and whimpering.
When he finally pulls back with glossy lips and chin, he kisses you again so you can taste yourself on his tongue. "Get on your knees for me," he commands against your lips. "I want that pretty mouth around my cock."
It’s time to put into practice what Sunghoon taught you about sucking dick.
With a confident little smile, you gently push him so he lies on his back. Once he does, you position yourself between his legs and reach for his belt, slowly unbuckling it. He lifts his hips to help as you pull his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock. It springs up thick, hard, and leaking precum, making your mouth water at the sight.
You wrap one hand around the base of his cock, lean in, and press a soft kiss to the tip before dragging your tongue slowly along the underside, drawing a shaky breath from Heeseung. "That’s it… suck me like a good girl."
Feeling confident, you take him into your mouth and slowly suck on the head, swirling your tongue around it while savoring the precum there. Then you take him deeper, bobbing your head as your hand strokes what doesn’t fit, your movements growing smoother as you find the right rhythm. "Fuck… your mouth feels so good."
His praise encourages you to take him even deeper until the head brushes the back of your throat, making you gag. A wet choking sound escapes as your eyes water, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you stay there for a moment, breathing through your nose the way Sunghoon taught you, before sliding back up and sinking down again.
Heeseung grabs your hair and tightens his grip as a needy groan escapes his throat. "Shit, that’s… ahh—"
You keep going, moving your head faster and sucking harder while your hand twists around the base, making his thighs tense and another desperate moan slip out.
It’s hard to believe that Heeseung, the guy everyone on campus talks about, the one with a reputation for being experienced and dominant, is moaning and whimpering under your mouth. It’s unexpected, but not in a bad way, especially because your pussy clenches around nothing every time he makes those sounds.
You pull back a little, sucking on the head while stroking him faster with your hand, which draws another broken moan from him. "Yes— fuck, yes, baby."
Wanting to pull even more reactions from him, you take him deep into your mouth again, gagging softly around his length as your head moves faster. Saliva drips down his entire shaft and onto your hand, making everything slick and messy.
Heeseung’s moans grow louder, breathier, and more frequent. "Fuck, I… I’m gonna come. Please don’t stop… I’m so close, baby."
You moan around him and suck harder until his thighs start to tremble. "Fuck… fuck—!" His voice cracks as the orgasm finally hits him.
His cock pulses hot and hard on your tongue, releasing thick jets of cum into your mouth. You try to swallow as much as you can, continuing to suck him through every last spasm and moan.
When you finally pull off his cock with a wet pop, Heeseung moves fast. He flips you onto your back and hovers over you — the whimpering guy from moments ago is gone. Now his eyes are filled with raw hunger.
"I’m not done with you yet." With a firm hand, he spreads your thighs, exposing your dripping pussy, begging to be fucked. "Now I’m going to fuck you properly."
You blink at him, confused and surprised by the sudden shift because seconds ago he was moaning and almost begging under your mouth, and now he’s trying to act like the dominant guy everyone talks about.
He lines up the head of his cock at your entrance, rubbing it up and down your wet folds, coating himself with your arousal. Without warning, he thrusts into you hard in one brutal stroke, stretching you around his thick length.
The sudden fullness makes you cry out loudly, your back arching off the bed. "Oh my God — Heeseung!" The stretch feels so good, especially while you’re still sensitive from coming earlier.
He fucks you hard and deep from the very first thrust, his hips slamming against yours with relentless strokes that make the bed creak beneath you. "Fuck, this pussy is so wet and greedy," he groans, leaning down to capture your lips in a messy kiss while one of his hands wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. He holds it for a few seconds before loosening his grip, letting you gasp for air. "Look at you, sucking my cock like a good little slut. You love being used like this, don’t you?"
"Yes, fuck, yes," you moan, your voice breaking under the pressure of his hand. "You’re so deep inside me. It feels so good, Heeseung."
He chokes you again, a little harder this time, and the mix of pleasure and lack of air makes your head spin deliciously.
Heeseung pushes your legs back toward your chest, folding you in half so he can fuck you even deeper. The new angle makes his cock hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, causing your eyes to roll back.
When he finally releases your throat, you gasp desperately for air, moaning loudly as he keeps hitting that sweet spot over and over. "Please… harder. I can take it."
Heeseung lets out a needy groan at your words, his hips stuttering for half a second before he gives you exactly what you asked for. He fucks you harder, rougher, driving his cock into you with punishing depth. The sound of skin slapping against skin grows louder and wetter as he pounds into you, pressing your body into the mattress.
Just as your next orgasm starts to build, he suddenly slows down, keeping his cock buried deep inside you but barely moving. "Not yet. You don’t get to come until I say so, slut."
You whine desperately, trying to lift your hips for more friction. "Please, Heeseung… I need to come. I’m so close already. Don’t stop— I’ve been so good."
He smirks wickedly, shaking his head as he starts thrusting with slow, teasing rolls of his hips. "Beg better than that, baby. I want to hear how badly you need it."
You’re a complete mess underneath him, tears of frustration and pleasure gathering in your eyes. "Please… I’ll be so good for you. Just let me come on your cock, please. I need it so bad— I can’t take this teasing anymore."
Heeseung groans, but the sound turns into a needy moan as your walls clench around him. He starts fucking you harder again, his hand returning to your throat. But he isn’t done teasing you yet, so he edges you two more times — bringing you right to the brink with deep, brutal thrusts only to slow down and leave you whimpering and empty.
On the third time, you’re crying and babbling nonstop. "Heeseung… please, I can’t take it anymore. It hurts so good… I need to come. I’ll do anything you want. Just let me come on your cock."
"Fuck… you look so pretty when you beg," he groans, his voice rough with his own need to come. He thrusts into you with brutal force, tightening his hand around your throat again while his hips move relentlessly. "Come then. Come all over my cock like the desperate slut you are. Let me feel you."
Your entire body seizes underneath him. Your walls clamp down hard around his thick cock, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you soak his cock and the sheets beneath you, screaming his name.
Heeseung fucks you through your orgasm, groaning as your pussy milks him. "Fuck, that’s it. Good girl… you’re squeezing me so tight." A few more brutal, deep thrusts and he buries himself as deep as possible, coming hard inside you with thick, hot pulses.
Lying under him with your heart racing and breath coming in short, heavy bursts, his cock still buried deep inside you, your mind keeps returning to the sounds he made minutes ago — those desperate, broken moans and whimpers when you had him in your mouth.
Something about hearing him lose control like that makes heat pool low in your belly. After a few seconds of hesitation, you gather your courage, place a hand on his chest, and push him gently but firmly. "My turn to break you now. I want to hear you moaning under me." You say as you swing your leg over his waist, straddling him.
Heeseung’s breath hitches as his cock, already hardening again beneath you, shows just how much he likes the shift in power. "Baby… fuck," he gasps, his hands reaching for your hips.
"Don’t touch unless I say so." You slap his hands away, then wrap your fingers around his thick cock, stroking him slowly and teasingly while rubbing the head up and down your cum-soaked pussy. "Look at you. The captain of the basketball team. Everyone on campus thinks you’re this untouchable stud who ruins girls and never gets ruined."
You sink down onto him in one slow motion, taking every inch until your ass meets his thighs — the stretch making both of you moan. You stay completely still, clenching around him just to watch him squirm, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. Then you start moving your hips slowly, rubbing your clit against his pelvis. "Ahh— fuck… please don’t tease me."
You begin riding his cock properly, using everything you learned — deep movements, tight squeezes, and powerful bounces that make your ass slap against his thighs and your clit grind deliciously against his pelvis.
"Fuck, baby," he hisses, his hands flying to your hips, but you grab his wrists and push them away. You lean down so your breasts brush against his chest and his cock hits even deeper. "Don’t touch. Just take this pussy like a good boy. Got it, captain?"
Heeseung’s cock twitches hard inside you at your words, and a low, surprised moan escapes his throat. "Shit… yes," he groans, clearly turned on by the way you dominate him. "Use me, baby. Fuck me."
So this was the real Heeseung? A whimpering mess when someone takes control. All that arrogance on the court, all those girls throwing themselves at him, and here he is — moaning and shaking underneath you like he can’t handle how good your pussy feels around him.
You watch every reaction closely, mesmerized by the way his lips part, his breath coming in short, needy gasps every time you bounce and grind on him, and the broken moans slipping from his throat when you clench hard around his cock.
'God, he really is a whimperer,' you think, amazed by the sight as you bite your lip and ride him harder. "All that reputation and you’re crying because a girl is riding you. That’s kind of pathetic… but so fucking hot."
Heeseung lets out another broken moan, his hands desperately gripping the sheets since you won’t let him touch you. "Fuck— you’re killing me. Your pussy feels too good, I can’t… ah— slow down a little, please."
You laugh softly and keep riding him mercilessly, clenching around his cock rhythmically, rolling your hips in tight, dirty circles while bouncing faster and faster, making sure he feels every movement. "You’re going to take this like a good boy, captain."
Heeseung moans louder, letting his head fall back against the pillow as his body trembles beneath you. "Shit, you’re so mean. Please don’t stop. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight— fuck, I’m losing my mind."
You lean back, bracing your hands on his thighs so he has the perfect view of his cock disappearing into your dripping pussy. "Look how deep you are," you moan, rolling your ass on him in small, obscene movements. "You like watching me use your cock like this, don’t you? Such a big, strong captain… and now you’re moaning under me."
The pleasure and the delicious sight of the untouchable Heeseung moaning and whimpering push you toward your own orgasm. "I’m gonna come," you gasp, leaning down to kiss him messily while still bouncing on his cock. "And you’re going to come with me, crybaby."
Heeseung moans loudly, the nickname making his cock twitch hard inside you. "Fuck… I’m coming!" His hips buck up to meet your bounces as thick jets of cum spill deep inside you once again.
You follow right behind him, your orgasm crashing over you as you keep riding him through both of your peaks, milking every last drop from his cock.
"Don’t tell anyone about this," he begs breathlessly, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "That I’m… like this. Please. This is our secret, okay? Just between us."
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Jake’s hands grip your hips tightly, you clench around his cock and roll your hips in those filthy, perfected movements. His broken moans fill the room as you bounce faster, grinding harder against him. Suddenly, your phone starts ringing on the nightstand, Ni-ki’s name lighting up the screen.
You slow your movements, reaching over to answer the call while still sitting on Jake’s cock. "Hey," you sigh, slightly breathless.
Jake groans, his hips twitching desperately. "Babe… please don’t stop," his voice is full of need. "I was so close… keep going, please."
You cover his mouth with your hand to silence him to continue the call. Ni-ki sounds frustrated on the other end. "You free right now? We lost tonight and I’m pissed. Come to my dorm… I need that pretty pussy to help me forget this shit game."
"I can come over soon," you say, trying to keep your voice steady while rolling your hips on Jake. "Give me a bit."
"Good. Don’t take too long. I really need to fuck you," Ni-ki says before hanging up.
You drop the phone and start riding Jake again. "Sorry about that. Now be a good boy and come for me.
Later that night, you’re on all fours in Ni-ki’s dorm as he fucks you hard from behind. His hips slam against your ass with deep, aggressive thrusts.
In the middle of a particularly rough stroke, he suddenly asks, "I saw you leaving the hockey rink the other day. What the hell were you doing there?"
You moan and push back to meet his thrusts. "None of your business."
Ni-ki’s hand comes down hard on your ass with a loud smack. The sharp sting makes you clench around his cock and moan louder. He slaps you again, even harder. "Wrong answer."
"Again," you moan, arching your back. "I like it."
Ni-ki laughs darkly and keeps spanking you repeatedly while fucking you harder, his palm leaving red marks on your ass as he pounds into you until both of you come hard.
The next afternoon, you’re on your knees in Jay’s dorm with his huge cock stretching your mouth as you suck him. Jay has one hand gently stroking your hair, looking down at you with proud eyes.
"You’re doing so well. Taking me so deep like this… you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, angel."
You relax your throat, taking him as deep as you can, sucking harder, using every technique you’ve learned. Jay groans, his fingers sliding gently through your hair.
"Fuck… you’re incredible. Such a good girl for me. Keep going, you’re making me feel so good."
He keeps praising you the whole time, soft and sincere, until he finally comes down your throat with a soft, shaky groan, lovingly stroking your cheek as you swallow everything.
When you leave Jay’s room, still a little flushed and disheveled, you run straight into Sunghoon in the hallway. He looks at you, then at Jay’s door behind you, and his expression darkens instantly.
"What the fuck were you doing in there?"
You don’t answer, trying to walk past him, but he doesn’t let you. Sunghoon grabs your wrist and pulls you into his own dorm, slamming the door behind you. He fucks you hard and jealous, bending you over the desk, taking you from behind with brutal, possessive thrusts.
"You’ve been fucking everyone lately, haven’t you?" he growls, driving deep and angry. "Greedy little slut."
You moan loudly, loving the jealous tone in his voice.
During the rough thrusts, your phone starts vibrating on the desk — it’s Heeseung sending message after message.
Heeseung:
I can’t stop thinking about that night with you.
Come over.
Baby, answer me.
I know you’re getting these.
Don’t play games with me.
Stop fucking ignoring me.
Sunghoon notices the constant buzzing, picks up the phone, uses your face to unlock it, and opens the chat. With a dark, possessive smile, he takes a photo of your flushed, teary-eyed, moaning face while he fucks you hard from behind and sends it to Heeseung with the caption: "She’s busy."
He tosses the phone aside and fucks you even harder after that.
────────
You finally understand why Heeseung never wants to be tied to just one person. Having options is liberating. Jake, Sunghoon, Jay, Ni-ki, and Heeseung — each one offers something different: different rhythms, different kinds of pleasure, different versions of yourself. You don’t have to choose just one because you can have them all. Now you understand Heeseung’s lifestyle — it’s freeing.
And you realize you want that freedom too.
Thank you for reading! and a special thanks to everyone who asked to be tagged <3
in which maki won't stop asking you out on a date and thinks he finally found a way to impress you. or - the one where maki ruins you for anyone else.
wc: 4k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), mild language, mentions of blood and boxing, some innuendos bc maki is a major flirt, fingering, creampie, minors do not interact!
Maki was a royal pain in the ass.
He was the king of campus, the undisputed golden boy, the star athlete; it was his world and the rest of you were just living in it.
The first day of the semester, Maki set his eyes on you, shamelessly asking you to go out with him that night. You turned him down politely, because you were only interested in your studies and you'd already heard of his reputation.
Maki took that as a challenge.
Soon it became a game. You never knew when you'd run into Maki, but he seemed to have your schedule mapped out in no time. When you stepped out of English, he was leaning back against the wall, cool and composed, and greeted, "Hey, pretty. Let me take you out tonight."
"Not tonight, Maki," you replied, failing to hide a tiny smile that Maki was quick to clock.
Another week passed and Maki started waiting for you after chemistry lab, knowing your arms would be full of textbooks. He didn't hesitate to take the pile from you to carry himself as he walked you to your car.
After the first time, you asked, "I guess I owe you, huh?"
Maki made a face and said, "Nah, just getting to hear about your day was enough."
That surprised you and you couldn't help peering up at him curiously, like he was a puzzle to figure out.
Maki closed your door and said cutely, "Drive safe, pretty," and you totally melted, falling asleep that night to thoughts of Maki's handsome smile and beautiful eyes.
Eventually, the exchanges became less about Maki getting you to go on a date with him and more about who could outlast this little game.
"Hey, pretty. Wanna go for a ride?" Maki asked you while standing next to his black motorcycle.
You gave the bike a glance over and folded your arms tightly. It was mid-autumn now, and the late afternoons were getting colder. "When hell freezes over maybe," you smarted, smiling despite your words.
Maki winced dramatically and put a hand over his chest, like your rejection was a barb lodging into his heart.
Though you would never admit it, this game with Maki was the highlight of your semester. Every time you felt overwhelmed by class or exhausted by homework, Maki would appear and get a playful rise out of you.
"Hey, pretty. Why don't you hop off your high horse and onto something bigger?"
"It's big, huh?"
"Come see for yourself."
"I'm busy."
"Get busy with me instead."
You laughed, and Maki always grinned whenever he succeeded in getting a laugh out of you.
Maki never invaded your space or made you uncomfortable, and you liked that about him. You kept waiting for the news that he'd been spotted with another girl on campus, but it never came. Surely, he'd give up on you and find a different piece of ass to chase that wasn't so stubborn.
That got you thinking - which was never a good idea - that maybe there was something else to Maki that you'd overlooked because of his reputation. Perhaps you'd judged him before you'd even met him, and already painted a picture of him in your head that was totally wrong.
Things changed between the two of you on a chilly autumn afternoon, winter just over the horizon, when Maki caught you on your way to political science.
"Hey, pretty," he called to you as he always did, falling in step alongside you. "I have a serious question for you."
Well, that was new. "I'm listening."
Maki took a breath, almost like he was nervous, and said, "There's a secret matchup going on tonight and I would really like you to be there."
"What kind of matchup?" you asked curiously.
"That's the thing - I can't tell you, but it's safe. Lots of our fellow classmates will be there."
You narrowed your eyes at him and said, "I don't think you're dangerous, you know."
Maki stopped, his eyes never leaving yours. "I just want you to feel safe."
That actually warmed you, and you were doubly curious now. "When and where?"
Maki's face lit up. He'd completely expected you to turn him down like you had a million times before. "Shit. For real?"
You snickered at his reaction and nodded.
"Tonight at 8," Maki finally said, smiling. "I'll be waiting in the parking lot for you."
"See you then."
The moment your classes were done for the day, you raced home and spent an hour settling on an outfit, one that would eccentuate your curves. You did your hair and makeup, and spritzed on the perfume Maki had once made a comment about.
"Damn, you smell good," he'd said in a low voice, and you'd immediately designated that scent as your favorite.
At 8 o'clock, you pulled into the lot and sighed in relief that Maki was waiting, leaning back against his motorcycle. You were starting to fantasize about riding it. Among other things.
When you stepped out of the car, Maki opened his mouth to greet you but froze, scanning you up and down like he eating you up with his eyes.
"Wow," he gawked. "You look beautiful."
You smoothed down your shirt and shifted your weight awkwardly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the compliment. "Thanks."
Maki closed the distance between you and held out his arm for you to take. "I'll be your escort for this evening."
You giggled and slid your hand into his offered arm.
Maki walked you across campus, beneath the bright lamps lining the pathways. He was surprisingly quiet for once and you couldn't help but think he was nervous about something.
"Are you okay?" you asked him softly.
"Yeah, sorry," he quickly said. "I'm just trying to think of how to impress you."
"You don't need to impress me, Maki. I'm here, aren't I?"
Maki looked at you and smiled, relaxing after hearing that.
He led you to the old mess hall, which you'd heard was being used for storage. Also that it hosted some insane parties. Your heart sank that he'd lured you to a party; you kinda wanted to just hang out with him and get to know him better, but when he brought you to a side door and down a small staircase, your eyes widened in shock.
It was a massive underground room full of your classmates, just as Maki said it would be. They were yelling and cheering, surrounding a makeshift ring blocked off by padded ropes.
A boxing ring. Where two boys were pummeling each other.
"Out of all the things I thought would be here, this never made the list," you said, still glancing around the room like it hadn't sunken in yet.
Maki leaned toward you and asked, "What was at the top of the list?"
"Drug-fueled orgy."
Maki burst into laughter, which pleased you, and he flirted, "Good to know that's where your thoughts went. We have a lot in common."
You turned to him and laughed.
Maki worked his way through the crowd with you still on his arm. A few girls that you had classes with greeted you, as if you fit right in. All the boys greeted Maki with respect.
Once Maki had you seated in a front-row spot with a close view of the ring, he slipped out of his jacket and draped it around your shoulders like a cloak.
Your eyes widened in surprise. "Maki, are you...?"
"Big fight for me tonight, pretty," Maki said coolly, unbuttoning his shirt. "I knew if you were here, I would fight my best."
No words came. You just stared at him as he stripped until he was shirtless, his muscles bulging. Then you watched him spin the bandages on his hands and fingers. All the while, your mind was going a million miles a minute.
What you thought was going to be your first date with Maki was instead making you evaluate all your feelings for him in a very limited amount of time.
Finished prepping, Maki took your hand and pressed his lips to the top. "Wish me luck, pretty," he said, letting go of your hand and turning away before you could reply.
You leapt to your feet and called after him, "Maki, wait!"
He stopped. "What's up?"
"I don't want you to do this."
Maki arched a brow at you and asked, "Why not?"
"Because you could get really hurt," you exclaimed, glancing behind him at the loser of the previous match who was covered in his own blood from an obvious broken nose and busted lip.
Maki's expression changed on a dime and he teased coyly, "Are you starting to care about me?"
You grumbled. "Do you have any idea what the human body goes through when it gets hit hard enough?"
"Yeah. Been there, done that," he replied nonchalantly.
To your surprise, you tensed with tears. The thought of someone slugging Maki, the image of him hitting the floor, filled you with such dread it knocked the wind out of you. You recalled the moments spent with him over the past few weeks: him holding the door for you, carrying your books, making you laugh when you were on the verge of tears.
You couldn't imagine such a sweet boy doing what it took to stay alive in a ring with no rules.
Maki noticed everything where you were concerned, closed the distance between you, and cut the tension by flirting, "If I get hurt, you can stitch me back up, pretty."
You filled from head-to-toe with annoyance and it converted to anger quicker than you thought possible. "Is getting into my pants that important to you?"
Maki narrowed his eyes at you and said, "I'm not trying to get into your pants." Then, he slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him. Calls of his name summoning him to the ring grew louder, but Maki acted as if he didn't hear it, only aware of you. "I'm trying to get into your heart," he whispered for your ears alone.
You'd never wanted someone so badly than you did at that moment, and you lifted to your tiptoes and kissed him. You could feel Maki smile into the kiss and warmth rushed through you, hot and burning.
When you parted from him, Maki was slow to open his eyes, like he was still processing the kiss and letting it consume him. "Just for you, pretty," he said quietly, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "I won't take a single hit."
"Promise," you said, breathless, wanting to drag him out of there and kiss him until the sun came up.
"Promise."
With that, Maki let you go and strutted toward the ring, and you felt the loss of him, suddenly cold. You returned to your chair and your cheeks flamed with embarrassment, realizing you'd just kissed Maki in a room filled to the brim of your peers.
But then you looked at Maki and saw him staring at you from the other side of the padded ropes and you smiled, not caring anymore.
It was worth it.
When Maki was introduced as the reigning undefeated champion, all nerves left you. And when Maki dodged every blow meant for him and suckerpunched his opponent, sending him to the floor, you realized the sweet gentleman you knew him to be was reserved for you.
He was powerful and confident, and even though every girl in that room was screaming his name, Maki was looking for your approval and your voice only.
You weren't cheering or clapping like the others, but you were on your feet, looking at Maki from across the way like you were ready to devour him.
Maki smirked.
It was your turn to lead him. Once Maki had pulled his shirt back on, opting to leave it unbuttoned like he knew he'd be taking it off again soon, you took his hand and smiled as he laced his fingers through yours.
Walking with a little urgency in your stride, Maki told you everything; how his father taught him boxing when he was young, how he practiced every chance he got because he wanted to fight professionally one day, and how excited he was to show you this side of him.
Once the two of you reached your car, you turned to face Maki and said, "I need to apologize, I... misjudged you."
"No, you didn't," Maki replied without missing a beat, coming close and getting his arms around your waist again. "I'm really bad for you," he whispered darkly.
"Nice try, Maki. You're in my heart now."
Maki smiled at that and claimed your lips with a mind-blowing kiss that made your knees weak.
You tugged him into the backseat of your car, falling inside with him in a heap. Maki parted from your lips just long enough to close the door behind him and then he was back on you, kissing you recklessly.
The kisses were hot and heavy, much like his body on top of yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and fumbled with his shirt until it was on the floor, roaming your hands across his scalding skin and feeling taut muscles underneath.
"Fuck. What are you doing to me?" Maki growled, latching his lips to your neck and sucking.
You gasped for air as he began marking your neck and said, "The same thing you're doing to me."
Maki grabbed your waist and thrust the big bulge in his pants against your clothed sex, groaning in his throat when he felt the heat of you. Fisting his hair, you arched up to meet him, reaching down with your free hand to fiddle at his belt.
While you got Maki's cock out of his pants, he hiked your skirt up around your hips and ripped your leggings with effortless ease, exposing your pretty pink panties that you were debating letting him see tonight.
Just as you finally got your hand around his thick length, Maki slipped a hand into your underwear and palmed your sex. When he pressed two long fingers deep into your cunt, you tipped your head back and whimpered.
"You wanna come on my fingers first, baby?" Maki asked, trying to be flirty, but you could hear how breathless he sounded. His cock twitched in your hand at the grip your pussy had on his digits.
You shook your head and bit your lip. "On your cock," you told him, letting out another shaky breath as he pumped his fingers in you.
"I think I should stretch you out first."
You felt yourself getting slicker each time his fingers pushed in, but all you could think about was the stiff cock in your hand and you wanted to stretch around that, not his fingers. Though he was using them expertly, dragging his fingertips against your sweet spot.
Maki sucked in a breath through his teeth when you played with the head of his cock, smearing his precum with your thumb. He felt you trying to steer his length to your entrance and he let you, tugging your panties to the side so he could fit the tip of his dick into your entrance.
When he finally started pushing in, you sank your fingers into his back for dear life and moaned, winching your eyes closed at the stretch. Maki swallowed your noises, his lips on yours, easing his cock in and out of your heat until you'd taken every inch of him.
"Like that, baby," Maki purred, pressing kisses to your neck. His hands were gripped on the seat to the point his knuckles ached, not wanting to bruise your skin, because holy fuck, you were so hot and tight he couldn't stand it.
You lost yourself to the feeling of Maki inside you, wondering how you had ever lived your life without him. You couldn't imagine going another night without his body against yours.
Maki's thoughts weren't much different. You completely consumed him, body, mind, and soul. He would do anything for a chance to have you, would kill any man that tried to take you away from him. Fuck, it was just too good.
"You're so big and deep," you whined, arching your body to meet his, hooking your legs on his hips and drawing him into you with every thrust.
"All of it's yours now, baby," Maki said, staring at where your bodies connected, watching his cock vanish inside your perfect velvet pussy every time he snapped his hips into yours. You were mewling like a bitch in heat, so he kept hitting you with those long, hard strokes.
When you started squirming, as if trying to get him in even deeper, Maki groaned and taunted, "You gonna come for me?"
The car rocked underneath you. You could feel it swaying with his movements. Every time Maki thrust his cock into you, you were shoved closer to the edge. Biting your lip to stifle your sounds, you stared up at Maki and held onto his burly arms.
Maki kissed your sweet lips, setting your whimpers and moans free, and said, "Come on my cock."
You shook your head, because you wanted to, but you knew it was going to ruin you. His cock felt so good buried in your pussy, you couldn't wait to bounce on it, and that had you thinking about seeing Maki again... regularly.
Maki nodded, mocking you. "Yeah, I know I'm breaking this pussy in good. It's mine now."
Your lips parted in surprise at how blunt he suddenly was, and how badly it turned you on. "Fuck," you cried out. "I can't, Maki. I can't."
He wasn't done. "I'm making sure every time you close your eyes all you're gonna see is me inside you. You're gonna dream about this dick."
"Fuck you," you snapped at him, but you didn't mean it. You just didn't like hearing what you already knew to be true. The very thing you'd been avoiding - falling for Maki - had happened. It was too late, you were done for.
"I want you hitting me up in the middle of the night, begging me to come take it." Maki rolled his hips into yours, hitting the spot deep inside you that made you see stars and whispered, "Because I will, baby. I'll come take it every fucking time."
"Oh my god," you moaned as you came, your walls pulsing and kneading his cock.
Maki kept the same pace, as if he knew exactly how to tear you apart, piece by piece. He growled in his throat at your pussy clamping down on him and said, "Good girl."
Your vision was blurry, your eyes full of tears. You'd never felt such raw, overpowering pleasure before in your life. You had no idea your body was capable of it.
Maki wrapped his arms around you, his chest against yours, and tucked his head in the crook of your neck, kissing affectionately at the base of your throat, whispering, "That's my girl. You did so good, baby. Fuck, you're so pretty when you come."
Every stroke of his cock now had you reeling. You were out of your mind with how safe and warm you felt, your body buzzing with euphoria.
"Don't stop, Maki," you begged, your voice weak and broken. "I don't want you to stop till you've filled me up."
"I'm not stopping, baby," Maki growled in your ear, still kissing your sensitive skin, slick with sweat, his and yours. "You're gonna take all of me."
After letting you come down from your high, Maki gave you a swift kiss on the lips before sitting up straight and gathering your legs in his hands. He bent your knees and pressed your thighs toward your body, folding you almost in half and gloving his cock in you at a fast and merciless pace.
All you could do was swear, your voice breaking as you pleaded with Maki to come. His big cock kissed your cervix, taking you for all you were worth, and you finally screamed his name.
Maki buried himself to the hilt in your cunt and released with a strangled groan, drawing back just a little to snap his cock back inside, filling you with his load. You could feel its warmth deep inside you where it belonged. Still sensitive, your walls pulsed around him, milking every last drop.
You made a little noise when Maki pulled his spent cock from you and flopped back against the seat, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes as he caught his breath. You smiled when he pulled your legs over his lap and began stroking your thigh.
A quiet moment later, Maki rasped, "You okay?"
You nodded and Maki smiled in relief.
He asked shyly, "Does this mean you'll finally let me take you out?"
"I literally let you come in me after our first date."
Maki snickered, watching you sit up and adjust your skirt. The moment you turned to look at him bashfully, Maki cupped your cheek and kissed you hard.
You broke away and took a steadying breath, saying, "I'll let you take me out on one condition."
Maki's eyes lit up with excitement. "Anything you want, pretty."
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nishimura riki's goal is to make the school succeed no matter what, but he can't help but also want the submission of the Student Council Vice President-you, with that..
nishimura riki x fem!reader
content warnings: smut, angst, slut shaming, ass and pussy spanking, he gets mean, oral (m receiving), pussy eating, fingering, squirting, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, heavy makeout, mild dubcon, jealousy, reader is avoidant, not a lot of aftercare, riki becomes unhinged, and possessive, he kind of manipulates her sexually, reader refers to him as nishimura, but later calls him riki, porn with a plot, lmk if I missed anything!
word count: 10981
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Ravenchrest Academy, the most elite school in the country, only the richest, smartest students are accepted. Including you, Student Council Vice President.
People tend to use the word “bossy” or “demanding” when talking about you, which isn’t entirely false, you just like getting your way
So why does Nishimura Riki, the Student Council President think it's okay to boss you around, while you have to hold your tongue through it, even though most of the time you don't.
Truth is, he sees it as a power imbalance, in the end you have no choice but to listen, you two have a…complicated relationship.
Even though its the most luxurious School in the country, you still have to work in the same office as him, irritatingly so.
“So you're saying you haven't printed, nor made the sign up sheet for the student leadership conference?” Nishimura says, not even bothering to look up from his papers
“That's what I just said.” You say from your desk, the space isn't too cramped but it wouldn't be able to fit another person, your desks are nearly across from each other.
“And you think you deserve being in this position?” You hate the way he talks to you like you're beneath him.
“I was voted for among the students, and teachers. I think I'm perfectly capable of being in this position.” You say resisting the urge to throw your keyboard at his face
“Well I think you are too, but you can't even perform a simple task like making a sign up sheet, it's pathetic really.” He says, that “nonchalant” attitude radiating off him
You inhale and exhale, trying to calm yourself down before speaking “I'll work on it right now.” You say through your teeth, biting back the long list of insults you’re holding back
“Good.” He simply says
Honestly, he acts unbothered and everyone around him believes it. Anyone would bend their backs just to do what he wants. Does he abuse the power? Yes. But there's only one person who can’t seem to back down, and it's you. No matter what he does, no matter how much he establishes his authority over you, no matter how much he punishes you, you still don’t respect him the same way the other students do.
He tries to hide his shock at the way you didn't insult him, opening his mouth to make a smart ass comment before a knock on the door cuts through the silence
“Come in.” You both say at the same time, glaring at each other
A shorter girl comes in, black hair cut in a short bob, she looks nervous. You're too focused on her to notice the way Nishimura's gaze immediately goes to her.
“Hi–I um, you emailed me to come here” She says, voice quiet
“Do you need help with something?” You ask, brow raising
“Sori, we can speak outside.” Nishimura says, standing up, you don't miss the way his hand guides her, resting on her lower back
You've noticed, he likes the shy ones, the girls who are willing to do anything for him at any time, you also notice the way he seems so gentle with them, almost like they're fragile. The complete opposite of how he treats you.
You also don't miss when he comes back, 20 minutes later, tie disheveled, lips slightly plumper than before.
“What did she need?” You press, your eyes focused on the computer
“Why? Jealous she took away from our precious alone time?” He says, watching your face for a reaction
“I just wish she would have kept you longer so I could enjoy my precious alone time.” You say calmly
You don't see the way his eye slightly twitches, annoyed with your need to be a walking disobedience to him. But he doesn't say anything, because he knows he'll eventually break you too.
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Since your school is known for its large charity events, and fundraisers, you're not surprised when the reporters come around to ask you about it.
So here you are, standing outside in the irritatingly hot air with Nishimura's hand on your back, and a reporter who won't shut the hell up.
“Hm..Can you two scoot closer together? This is going on the front page of the Academy's newsletter." The one holding the camera says
You look at Nishimura, he looks down at you before pulling you flush against his side, his hand splayed at the waistband of your skirt
“Perfect! And smile!”
You take a deep breath before putting on that performative smile you always wear around teachers, and classmates
“Thank you, the letter should arrive later this week!” You and Nishimura just nod as they walk away
Pushing him from your side slightly “They’re insufferable.” You say using your hand to fan yourself
“Taking a picture with me is really that bad?” He says smirking
“Do you really want me to answer that?” your attitude spiking from the heat
his eyes lock on yours, an intensity you know so well glinting in them
“Careful, don't forget your place y/n.” He says, walking back to the door
You just stare at him in confusion as he walks away like the cocky asshole he is
Later that week you decide to go to school a little earlier than everyone, walking to the student council office, pausing when you see him already there
You step in, setting your bags down “Shocker that you're here.” you say, he doesnt even look up- is he laughing at you?
You stride to his desk to see what he's looking at before snatching the paper from his hands
“What the fuck!?” You practically yell and he bursts out laughing
Nishimura Riki is laughing. Which is odd considering what an uptight asshole he is
“I think they got it right” he says watching your face as you study the newsletter’s cover
“Nishimura Riki Student council President, and L/n Y/n The Vice president are the ultimate duo, chemistry unmatched as they work together to lead the Academy to greater heights–” You look at him eyes wide
“Is this official?” you ask, tone serious
He looks up at you through his black framed glasses
“It's already been given to the teachers to pass out” He checks the time “And right about now they should be given to the students.”
You look back down at the paper in horror
“Do you know what this means Nishimura?” You say, he asked you to use his first name before, but you refuse to call someone who you despise that
“That we have great chemistry? That we lead the school to greatness?” sarcasm leaking in his tone
“It means all your little girl toys are going to come for my throat.” You say slamming the paper on his desk in aggression
“Girl toys? Really y/n?” he says, brow raising, with that obnoxious smirk you want to slap off his perfect face
“That's what I just fucking said!” you yell, anger filling in your voice
He stands up, towering over you, the only thing between him and you being his desk
“I suggest watching your tone, especially if you don't want me to tell the headmaster that your skirt is 3 inches shorter than the required length, breaking the dress code. I'm sure they wouldn't want their star student– well besides me, to be known for being a slut who flashes her light pink lace panties, now do they?” He says, tone calm
You swear your face is red, and someone definitely turned up the heater.
You don't know what to reply to first- the fact that he knows so much about how long your skirt is, or the fact that he knows what color underwear you’re wearing right now.
“You fuck-” You stop when someone knocks on the door
He just looks at you, that stupid ass smirk on his face “Come in” He says, a little too calm for someone who just practically violated your entire ego.
A boy you recognize from the student council meetings comes in, pausing in the doorway looking at the both of you standing up
“Um- Sorry did I interrupt something?” He says fidgeting with his clip board in his hands
“No, you didn't." You walk over to him
“Well I have the list of places to go for the student leadership conference-” he hands them to you
“This is good.” you say, scanning the papers
Nishimura sits back down, watching the way the boy nervously picks his nails “Ill review them and let you know if we need to make any changes.” Nishimura says, holding his hand out for the papers
You hesitate a beat before giving them to him
He watches as the boys eyes linger on your skirt before snapping back to your face when you turn to face him, making him scoff under his breath. That was his last straw.
“Thank you. You can leave now.” He says watching the boy shut the door behind him
“Fix the skirt issue, it's clearly distracting for your classmates.” He says, writing on the paper
You let out a sour laugh "You're still on that? Are you fucking serious right now?”
His eyes snap up to your face “You think it's okay to talk to me like that?”
“Yeah, actually. Considering you're wrong.” You say crossing your arms over your chest in defiance
“y/n, I would suggest cutting this attitude of yours off before I do something I wont take back.” He says, eyes testing
“Oh please, you’re not going to do shit—just because you’re literally one rank higher than me doesn’t make you any better.”
No one is able to get on his nerves as bad as you.
He stands up, walking around his desk till he's directly in front of you, reaching behind you to grab a ruler
“You really want to test me right now?” He says holding the ruler up
Now you’re doubting yourself, you watch as he holds the ruler up to your skirt
3 inches too short.
He tsks looking at you “y’know, you've been testing my patience this whole semester, but it's been even worse this past week.”
He stands up to tower over you again “How should I punish you then?” he says, letting the ruler trail down your arm, letting the words sit. you don't know why you can't talk right now– maybe shock?
“Speechless now? Interesting.”
“You're a pervert.” you say through your teeth
He chuckles, pushing his glasses up his nose
“Bend over the desk.” He says, eyes locked on yours
“What?” you're not sure you heard him right
“Bend.Over.The.Desk.” spelling it out like you're a child.
“Nishimura-im not–” You don't even register when he pushes you down onto the desk, the edge of it digging into your stomach, before lifting up your skirt
“Pink lace, I knew it” He chuckles, almost to himself
“What the fuck are you doing-” he doesnt let you finish your sentence before landing a sharp slap to your ass with the ruler causing you to nearly yell
“That's for having such a dirty mouth.” He watches the way your ass reddens
He hits your other with the ruler, making you let out a whimper on his desk
“Oh? Don't tell me you're actually enjoying this?” He says rubbing your ass with the ruler, as if to sooth the burn
“I knew you were a slut, but this is just- filthy” He says using the ruler and his hand to spread your ass
You whimper as the ruler grazes over your wet cunt through your panties
“F-fuck you” you let out through uneven breaths
He doesn't hesitate before bringing the ruler up and slapping it right onto your pussy making you choke on a moan
“Still acting like a spoiled brat even when I have you like this? You're going to need some work hm?”
Both your eyes move to the sudden ring of the school phone on his desk
He lets out a breath of frustration before he grabs the phone, answering, hand resting on your back to keep you from standing up, you don't bother standing up either because some sick, twisted part of you likes this.
You hate it when people try to put you in your place, so why does it feel so good when Nishimura Riki does.
He moves his hand from your back to pick up the ruler again, petting your ass with it, letting it tease your cunt, multitasking. Another reason why he’s so good at what he does.
“No, we haven't decided on a city yet.” he says tone clipped
“Yes and we'll get to it right away. I'm aware it's due soon” He says, angling the ruler corner to rub against your throbbing clit, making you bite back a moan
“Yeah, you too.” He says sharply before hanging up and setting the phone down
He retracts the ruler looking at it, the corner of it soaked with your slick. “Making a mess on my supplies now?” He says looking down at your pathetic state
“Stand up. Start looking for the best hotels in the cities from the list. Narrow them down and report back to me when you've finished.” He says, putting the ruler on the table and walking back around his desk
“Go on, I need my desk to work on my own things” He says, You use your arms to lift yourself up, pulling your skirt down
He just watches you, the blush on your cheeks, your hair a mess, a tear threatening to fall from your eyes.
“You’re still an ass.” you mumble under your breath, walking around your desk to sit down
He sits down as well, getting his pencil to write something
“You’re lucky we both have work to do, after all it is our duties as President and Vice president of the student council.” He says looking at you, reminding you yet again of your ‘place’
You try not to wince at the slight sting as you adjust yourself in your seat, or the wetness that's still pooled in your panties.
Fine. If he wants to act like nothing just happened, you can do that too. You’ve always been good at pretending anyway.
“Ill have the papers on your desk at the end of the day, Nishimura.” You say, tone cold as ice
He tightens his lips. How can someone act so normal after what he just did– he needs you to be affected, apparently bending you over the desk and spanking you wasn't enough. He needs you begging for more, he needs you to feel humiliated.
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You don’t bring up what happened, neither does he. With having to deal with community service day, and the upcoming student leadership conference, you don't even have time to.
During times like this you get snappy, impatient, He doesn't like that.
But when you do listen, and you dont talk back, he fucking loves it. He likes seeing the defiance in your eyes, when he tells you to do something, and you can't say a damn thing to him. Especially in moments like these, where you're proposing the final cities for the trip in front of the whole student council body, and he interrupts saying he's already come to a decision.
You can't disagree with him either, so he watches as you open your mouth to speak then shut it
This is almost a mere experiment for him, he wants to see how far you will go so he knows exactly how to push you.
He speaks up, and everyone quiets down “New York, it's the perfect city for it. I've already talked to the headmaster, and the other Student Council Presidents from Thornewood, and Redmont. It's been approved.”
You watch from beside him as their smiles light up, and they begin talking amongst each other
“Well get the room situation dealt with later this week.” He says over the talking, making everyone quiet again
“Thats all, feel free to stop by our office if you have any questions.” He says, not sparing you a glance before walking out of the classroom
You follow him, slamming the office door behind you
“How come you didn't confirm with me about the city?” You say, your nails digging into the flesh of your palm
He looks up at you from his desk chair with a smug smirk
“I don't need to confirm anything with you y/n. Do you need a reminder of who’s in charge here?” He says, brow raised over his glasses
“Last time I checked we’re supposed to work together on this whole thing–you can't just go and make decisions and claim we decided-”
“Who are you to tell me what, and what not to do? As Student Council President, the final decision was New York, and im not changing it regardless-”
“That's not fair! You didn't even let me know prior to the meeting with the rest of the student council! It made me look unprofessional in front of them!” You say, watching the way he rubs his forehead in frustration
“Do you think it's okay to interrupt me y/n?” He says, watching your movements intensely
You swallow, he watches your throat bob
“So when I ask you a question you suddenly can’t speak?” He says calmly
“Come here.” He watches you walk around his desk till your standing beside him
“Get on your knees.” He says, scooting his chair back slightly
“You can’t be fucking serious Nishimura– I swear-” He holds his hand up
“You keep opening that mouth of yours, even when you're told to shut it. I think it just needs to be filled. So get on your knees.” He says, pushing his glasses up so their resting on his head
You don't know why you listen, it’s like something takes over your body when you lower yourself on the rough carpet beneath you
He looks down at you, leaning to move a stray hair out of your face, swiping his thumb across your lip, you part them slightly and he smirks at that, you’re stunning.
He moves his hand to unbuckle his belt, and pulls down his pants and boxers waisting no time. his dick hits his stomach with how long, and thick it is, and flushed red at the tip, who knew Nishimura Riki was packing, but you don't admit that.
He watches as you look at his cock, your facial expressions being so easy to read make him chuckle before he strokes himself slowly
“Open.” He says, tapping his dick on your cheek
You hesitate a second before opening your mouth slightly
“Go on, show me what else you can do besides run your mouth.” He says looking down at you, eyes almost siren like
You wrap your lips around the tip, the taste of his precum coating your tongue
“Mmm.. such a good little slut for me huh?” He says pushing your head down a little so you can take more of his cock in your mouth, making you gag
“Fuck–” He lets out through a deep groan
“You look so much better like this baby, taking my cock so well” He says looking down at the way your head moves in attempt to take him fully in your throat, the nickname he occasionally gives you making your heart skip a beat
You brace your hands on his legs to steady yourself
“Your mouth is so fucking small for all the big talk you do-” He says before biting his lip
You mumble something, the vibration making him groan louder
He wraps his hand in your hair, moving your head for you, making you take him deeper, His tip hitting the back of your throat, as your saliva seeps out the corners of your mouth
You curl your toes to try and not gag as he speeds up, interlocking both hands on the back of your head
“Im gonna cum y/n– swallow it for me” He says through uneven breaths before bringing your face down till it touches his navel and shooting his thick load in your mouth, he lets out the most deep, broken sounds as your throat milks him dry
You lift your head, looking up at him before licking your lips
He laughs “You’re a little cum slut huh? Only good girls take my load like that.” He says standing up and pulling back up his pants, fixing his belt, not sparing you a glance before he walks around you
“Where are you going?” You say, using his chair to help you stand up
“I still have important manners to attend to, did you forget we have the assembly in–” He checks his watch “Less than 10 minutes?” he says adjusting the end of his sleeve
He takes in your state “I would suggest cleaning yourself up, can’t have everyone knowing what a pathetic little slut you are.” He says, tone way too calm for your liking before he walks out, shutting the door behind him.
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Fuck Nishimura Riki. Fuck his stupidly hot hair. Fuck the stupid way his glasses fit his face perfectly. And fuck him for being at your favorite convenience store at 11:43 pm.
You’ve never seen him outside of school, and this is ultimately the last place you think he’d be. With your house being just 15 minutes away of course you’re going to stop by when your hungry. After all your parents seem to think you’re top chef with the ingredients they left before they went on their fancy weekend trip.
Typical, considering they’re practically never home.
You curse yourself for going out in your pajamas and a hoodie. The outfit being something you would never wear out unless you were desperate. And right now with your stomach growling at the thought of eating, you sure as hell are.
Opening the door to the store, you flinch at the bell above it that rings before swiftly make your way to the ramen section, Nishimura is on the other side—plus he doesn’t seem like the type to even eat ramen at midnight-
“Y/n?” you hear the smooth voice you recognize too well say
You sigh before turning to face him in the cramped aisle
“Nishimura.” you say, trying to take in his outfit, baggy jeans, black long sleeve..who the fuck wears jeans for a midnight convienence store run-
He looks down at your outfit with obvious distaste
“hm..interesting.”
“The hell is that supposed to mean?” you say crossing your arms over your chest
His eyes snap to yours, that look of authority glinting in them
“What did I say about your tone when talking to me? Or do I need to teach you another lesson?” He says, brow raising
You scoff at his words “Seriously? It’s midnight. Im tired, hungry, and you’re actually talking to me about that right now?”
“Y/n, I dont care if we’re off school hours or not, you still have to respect me regardless.” He says tone clipped
“Yeah okay sorry Mr. Student council president.” you say turning back around, and grabbing two of your favorite ramen
He shakes his head, tongue pushing against the side of his cheek, watching as you walk towards the cashier to pay
Coming beside you immediately he places his item down, the cashier scans it
“What the hell are you doing?-“
He hands the cashier the money, and gives you your bag before leaning down to whisper in your ear
“Thats for the other day, im not a total monster y/n. You deserve some sort of award for sucking dick that good.” He straightens before heading towards the door, leaving you with a dumbfounded look on your face
“See you on Monday Mrs. VP.” He says before walking out.
Even as you watch the water boil, you still think about the way his lips ghosted your ear when he whispered that to you, your mind drifting to the odd moments you two have shared over the past few weeks—what the fuck is going on.
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“I mean seriously you two would make a really hot couple.” One of the two girls who came to the office claiming they had important manners to talk about says. You don’t even remember their names
“You’re sure you two aren’t like you know..” the other one says
You look at both of them, eye brow raised
“I mean with the news letter and all- great chemistry? More like sexual tension.” The first one says casually
Nishimura stops at the cracked door to listen closer
“I promise you it’s nothing like that. Nishimura is hardly even my friend.” You say eyes going back to your laptop
“Well you’re better than the both of us, if Riki was by my side all the time id be on that di-“ she stops when he clears his throat and pushes the door open
He looks at them confused as if he hadn’t just eavesdropped on the whole conversation “Are you here about the student leadership conference?” He says, setting his bags down on his desk before walking around to sit down
“Uh no—wait yeah we were just asking y/n about it” One of them says before mumbling something like “have a nice day” rushing out, shutting the door
You both busy yourselves with your assignments for your classes before he interrupts the silence “Hardly even your friend huh?” He says eyes on his computer, you look up at him
“You were listenting to that?” You say foot tapping on the ground
“Yes, this is our office.”
“Well yeah—but its true, are we not mere.. acquaintances?” you say testing
He laughs at that. “Do all your acquaintances get you wet?”
Your face flushes red when he looks at you “Nishimura thats not-“
“Riki.” He says, tone assertive
“I want you to call me Riki. Enough of this professional, formal shit you pull. We both know its all just a mask to cover up what a pathetic slut you are.”
“Fine. Riki.” You say before looking back at your computer
He smirks before going back to his work
“asshole.” you whisper under your breath
He cocks a brow “Do you really want a punishment that bad y/n?”
You don’t respond.
He rolls up his sleeves before standing up and coming to your side of the desk, you turn your head, not quite looking at him, he moves your chin to look at him instead
“Spread your legs for me” He says, you dont even hear his next words with how loud your heart is beating. He could probably hear it too.
“Are you playing stupid now?” he snaps in your face
“Huh-?” you say looking up at him
He crouches down before placing both his hands on your thighs “I said, stop fucking hiding yourself.” He says before spread your legs for you to see your most intimate part
He drags a finger up the middle to collect the slick soaking your panties “I knew it.” He says before spreading them wider and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, eyes locked on your as he does.
He watches you bite your lip, smiling against your skin before bringing his lips to your cunt, you don’t expect him to but he flattens his tongue against your clothed core making you moan right at the contact
“Look at you. What would all those who voted for you to be in this chair say if they knew how wet you got from a few words hm?” He says before flicking his tongue over your clit through your panties
“Fuck Riki-“ You whisper, hands gripping the chairs armrest
He presses feather light kisses to your cunt, his lips being exactly what you need to feel yourself getting closer
“You want me to take these off baby?” he says, teeth at the top of your panties waistband
You nod, eyebrows furrowed
He pulls them off your legs, before bringing them to his nose to smell, dick hardening at the scent of your arousal
You watch as he stands up, putting your panties in his pocket
“What?” He says tilting his head at your confused look
“You really think I’d eat your pussy here of all places?” He says like you weren’t just taking his cock in your mouth last week
“You literally-“
“Im not doing that here y/n. I have to finalize the hotel situation with the headmaster.” He says before bringing your legs down, and fixing your skirt
“Just in case someone comes in. I don’t want anyone knowing how desperate you get for me okay? So keep your legs closed.” You watch as he walks out, leaving you yet again with more confusion in your head and an ache between your legs.
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“Tommorow we leave at 7:00 am for the train, Remember we will be there for the weekend so pack accordingly. The room situation is figured out, I have the papers here of who your roommate will be, requests were accepted as well.” You say before passing them out to the other student’s
Riki watches from the front as you perform your required duties, he can't help but let a smirk show at knowing how hard you try to keep up this ‘good girl’ facade
With you two being in the positions you are, its natural that you where allowed to have your own rooms, so you don’t have a roommate thankfully.
That night you packed your bags for the trip, formal wear for the actual leadership events, casual clothes, pajamas, mentally preparing yourself for what you know is going to be a long weekend. And not because of the convention, but because you would have to be by his side the entire time.
You watch as the students board the train, checking off their names as Riki talks to the headmaster beside you.
“And one thing I want both of you to make sure doesn’t happen is room crossing, Im trusting that you will enforce that rule as well.” The headmaster says
“Yes sir” You say before focusing back on the students
“There will be photographers and such at the venue, considering this is an important event for the school, so I need you two to play the part of hardworking partners, which shouldn’t be an difficult. Your teamwork is not overlooked.” You hear him say to Riki before walking back towards the teachers
“Shouldn’t be difficult huh?” you say as Riki comes to your side and you check off the last name
“Are we not compatible y/n?” He says looking down at you with that knowing smirk
You feel your cheeks beginning to flush “Shut up—we’re going to be late” you say before mumbling something and boarding the train
You walk to your seat, passing by the other students before you find two empty seats at the back—fuck.
He watches you pause
“Get used to it, Well be by each others side this whole trip. I call aisle seat.” He says as he watches you sit down by the window. Fine. You wanted window seat anyway.
Since this is a long trip, 5 hours exactly, you obviously brought the book you need to read for one of your AP courses. The chatter had died down a bit, the classmates around you seemed to be sleeping or locked on their phones.
Riki is on his phone, scrolling uselessly. You hate that he doesn’t even have to try to be one of the top students in the Academy’s rankings.
You don’t miss the way his hand rests on your bare thigh, his thumb rubbing mindless circles, as if this was some everyday occurrence.
“What are you doing.” you whisper
He glances at you, and down at your book resting above his hand on your lap
He doesn’t say anything before bringing his hand under your book, and letting his hand graze your inner thigh, you gasp at the contact before he leans closer to you
“Keep reading, don’t want you to lose second place in the rankings.” He says watching your face as irritation washes over you
But you listen. Picking up your book and starting where you left off, trying to ignore his thumb inching closer to your heat
“Fuck—“ he breathes out when he makes slight contact with your clothed core “Does being touched like this in a train full of your classmates really turn you on that much?” He whispers into your ear quietly
“You want me to finger your pretty pussy infront of all them? Make you come so hard you wont even care that they’re watching?” He says, pressing the pad of his finger against your warmth making you bite your lip
Realisation dawns when you hear laughing from a few rows up. You’re in a train for fucks sake, you suddenly stand up making a few eyes go to you, before chuckling awkwardly and walking to the bathroom of the train.
You come back 10 minutes later, looking down at Riki on his phone, who doesn’t spare you a glance as you sit back in your seat. The rest of the ride is quiet, at least between you two..Did you make it awkward? Is he upset with you? But you brush those thoughts aside before picking back up your book and reading.
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Once everyone got situated at the hotel, rooms were found, and bags were unpacked, you sent a message to the student council group chat
“We are going to the main venue for the conference at 4:00, the other academy’s should be there at the same time. The dress code is formal, remember to make a good impression, this reflects the whole academy. We will meet in the lobby at 3:30” You send the message and shut off your phone to worry about what the hell you were going to wear
Settling for some dress pants and a blouse from an expensive boutique back home, you put your hair in a half up half down, before making your way to the elevator and stopping when you see Riki. spam clicking the down arrow button, you look at his attire, from the black business pants he’s wearing to the black formal long sleeve before coming beside him.
“If you keep clicking it, it resets it. Shouldn’t that be obvious?” You say giving it 5 seconds before clicking it yourself, watching as the door opens
He lets his eyes roam down your body, from the way your blouse hugs your chest, to the pants that fit your ass perfect, he doesn’t hesitate before guiding you in the elevator like you couldn’t do it yourself, his hand dangerously low on your back.
“Im not going to check you for your tone, only because you look sexy as fuck in this” He says before trailing his hand down further to cup your ass in his hand making you gasp slightly
“You wearing these to impress someone?” He says, looking at your face when you don’t move to look at him
“These are just regular pants.” You say when the elevator dings, stopping on the 4th floor to pick up a few of your classmates, his hand makes its way back to his side
You make room in the elevator for your classmates, trying not to take too much space, but also trying not to touch him
You’re half listening to their conversation when you feel him, pressed behind you “Riki what the hell-“ you whisper so only he can hear
“Shhh” he whispers before subtly placing his hand on your waist and pressing his front into your back, claiming it’s too cramped in the elevator—if you make any sudden movements your classmates attention will be on you—
Your eyes flick up when the door opens and you practically jump out the elevator, smiling when you see everyone in the lobby on time, once again putting on that mask. Riki follows behind you, shaking his head with a smirk on his face
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“Yeah, I think the work of student councils vice president is severely underrated, it always gets pushed aside by everyone. So I try to give as much credit to ours as possible” Says the boy infront of you, Yang Jungwon, Student Council President of Thornewood Academy.
“Well she’s definitely lucky..” you say admiring the way he talks so passionately about it
“You see that guy over there?” You say subtly pointing at Riki, making Jungwons eyes go to him
“You probably already knew but hes the Student Council President at Ravenchrest.”
“The one who keeps looking at you?” He says, eyes back on you when Riki glances in your direction again
“Yeah..Hes got this like weird possessive thing..”You say, before turning back to Jungwon
“Right, I gathered that” He says nervously, making you laugh
Riki watches from the table hes seated at, the words of the girl talking to him going in one ear and out the other, whats so fucking funny? Is he really making you laugh that hard? How about you go and be vice president of that school instead since you’re already so buddy buddy with him.
He excuses himself from the conversation hes in, and walks over to you and Jungwon
You two are too busy talking about how your schools are extremely wealthy, yet you still have one office to work in, when Riki suddenly interrupts
“Y/n, you dont enjoy our shared space? because I could have sworn—“ you cut him off
“Nishimura, this is Jungwon!” you say a little to cheerfully
Riki glares at the use of his formal name
Jungwon holds out his hand “Nice to meet you, in person” He flashes a smile, dimple evidently clear, Riki shakes his hand before facing you
“I need to speak to you about student council.” He says turning to you
“Can you wait a few min-“
“Now. Its important.” He says eyes lowering on you
You hesitate before turning back to a very uncomfortable looking Jungwon
“Im sorry Jungwon, duty calls. Maybe we can talk over breakfast sometime yeah?” You say offering a small smile
He nods “I’d like that y/n” he says before Riki practically drags you across the venue to the side of the stage, where its dark and secluded
“You won’t be meeting him for anything.” His hand splayed on your waist possessively
“I will-“
“you wont.”
“Thats an order, as Student Council President. And you will listen to me.” He says, tone sharp like a knife
“You can’t do that, thats not fair-“ You say
His eyes drop to your lips “Do you want me to punish you here y/n? Of all places? Make you take my cock so deep you wont-“
“Riki?” you hear a small voice say, and he immediately pulls himself from you when a girl rounds the corner, the one from a few weeks ago, short hair, small frame
She pauses when she sees you, looking between you two, voice stammering as she speaks
“Um-the reporters are looking for you..They said they wanted a picture of all the student council presidents together but I can just tell them you’re busy-“
“Thats not necessary Sori, Thank you for coming to get me.”
You watch as he smiles sweetly, tone suddenly gentle like he’s talking to a baby deer who’ll run away from him the second he makes a sudden movement, it makes you scoff
He hands you a card before whispering in your ear “Nine. Since you’re looking to be put in your place so bad.” He says before looking back at Sori, placing his hand on her waist as they walk back to where everyone is, she hasn’t done anything to you but you want to pull her by her stupid hair so fucking bad right now.
You look down at the card in your hands—the hotel key card to be exact, with his room number on it, biting your lip as you put it in your pocket
The rest of the afternoon is a blur, from people asking you questions about the school, to students asking you permission for every little thing, like yes the food on the table is there for you to eat. You even decided to get Jungwons number so you can make breakfast plans, since Riki rudely interrupted you two.
Its not like he’s your boyfriend so it doesn’t even matter if you get food with another guy anyway.
But your mind cant stop replaying the interaction between you and Riki earlier, your heart beating at the thought of what would happen if you actually went, I mean his room is on the same floor so theres no harm in it..right?
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You’ve been back at your room since 8:15 pm, contemplating actually going, pacing around like an idiot. Its 8:52 now. Why is time moving so much faster right now!
Sitting on your bed in your bra and underwear, matching set..for no specific reason. Trying to figure out what to put on, maybe sweatpants? No that feels to casual, but is this not casual?
You settle for some shorts and a sweater, after second guessing it five times. Looking at your phone “Shit!” 9:08. You lock your room door behind you, awkwardly waving at one of the housekeeping ladies before making your way to his room
“715..710…705.” You whisper as you approach the door, knocking on it, waiting for any type of response
You lift the key card to the door and it unlocks, the cold handle biting your skin when you open it.
“Riki..?” you whisper before taking off your shoes and walking further in the room, shutting the door behind you quietly, like someone will know you’re here if you close it too loud. He’s sitting on the bed, scrolling on his phone as you approach him, he’s wearing some sweatpants and a t-shirt. Casual. Because this is all casual right?
“You’re late.” He says looking at you, glasses resting low on his nose
“It’s only like 10 minutes-“ you start
“I don’t want your pathetic excuses.” He says before putting his phone down next to him
You look like a deer in headlights, just staring at him, the silence is brief. “You we’re talking to him again.” He says, eyes locked on yours
“Who?” You say, knowing exactly who.
“Jungwon.”
“Am I not allowed to talk to him now?” You say brow raising, that familiar temper rising
“I don’t like when you don’t listen.”
“Come here.” He says, and you walk over, stopping at the side of his bed
“Are you going to listen to me now y/n?” he says, eyes trailing down to your legs
“Depends what you ask-“
“Take off the shorts and sweater, I want to see if im right.” He says watching your face
“Right about what?”
“I’d bet my position as Student Council President you’re wearing one of those little matching sets underneath your clothes right now. So I want to see if im right.”
You can feel your face flush. because he is right. your expression is all he needs to know for that.
You lift your sweater off your body, letting it fall limply to the ground, watching as his eyes drop to your chest in the white bra you chose, before you pull your shorts down, stepping out of them to reveal your white panties with a pink bow on the front
He lets out a knowing chuckle, “You wore that for me y/n?”
“No-“
He pulls you to his lap, his chest against your back before whispering in your ear “I don’t want your pathetic lies either.” He says, using his hand to spread your legs as the other trails across your collar bone
You watch as his hand inches closer to your core, his finger brushing it slightly making you gasp
“Sensitive are we now?” He says before pulling them to the side, the cold air making you whine as it hits your bare cunt
He brings his middle and ring finger to your mouth urging you to open
“Suck” He says before you take his long fingers in your mouth, sucking them as if they were his dick
“Look at you, you really miss my cock that much?” He says before pulling them out and bringing his hand back down to your core
He gathers the slick, mixing it with your saliva and making slow, agonizing movements on your pussy
“Riki-“ you let out through a breathless moan
He uses his two fingers to spread your pussy open more, and uses his middle finger to flick at your puffy clit, making you gasp, his other hand slides down to cup your tit in his hand
Your head is thrown back against his chest, your eyes rolling at the sensation, but his eyes are locked on the way your legs twitch everytime his finger makes contact with your sensitive bud
You’re moaning gets slightly louder when we rubs your clit with two fingers, pinching it between them, he smiles at that
“Are you gonna come just from me touching you like this?” He says, voice mocking
You try closing your legs but he brings his hand down from your chest to hold you open
“Yes- fuck im close” You let out as he rubs fast figure 8’s on your pussy, he watches your breath pick up, and how your hole clenches around nothing
“You wanna come baby?” He says, somehow his fingers are moving faster
“R-riki im gonna-“ you let out a moan that turns into a sob as he moves his hand from your pussy to slap your thigh
“You think you deserve to come from my fingers? After the shit you pulled tonight?” He says, rubbing the spot he hit softly, watching as your clit practically throbs at the loss of contact
“Little brats like you don’t get to come so soon.” He says before landing a sharp slap on your pussy, making your hips jolt, you let out a choked moan at the sting
“L-let me come—“ you say before he lands another sharp slap to your clit before rubbing it again, picking up his pace, bringing you closer to the edge and then stopping again
You swear you feel a tear slip from your eyes “Aw, are you crying?” he says, bringing his hand that was on your thigh up to wipe the tear
“I-I cant—“ You let out through a whine
“Thats too fucking bad.” He says before slapping your pussy again, with more force, your hands claw at his arm
He watches as your sensitive pussy flushes at the harsh contact, yet somehow you’re even more wet
“I-I wanna come..Riki” You say looking up at him, eyes watery
He begins rubbing small circles again, teasing you
“You’re going to have to beg.”
You hesitate and he notices immediately. Landing another slap to your cunt making you practically yell
“Fuck!- Please Riki!” You say when he traces your pussy lips with his fingers
“Please what?” He says knowingly
“Please..make me come from your fingers” You say, that pleading tone in your voice making him bite his lip before he plunges his two fingers in your hole, sliding in with how wet you are
You let out a sharp moan as he curls them just right—your eyes threatening to close from how good it feels to be filled
“Open your eyes. Look at how good your pussy takes my fingers.” He says, trying to hold his own composure as your walls flutter around his fingers
He makes a scissor motion in you, stretching you more, moving his fingers in and out, and curling them
“mm y..yes im gonna- come—“ you say through whimpers, your arms hugging the one hes using to finger you
“Yeah you wanna come baby?” He says curling his fingers deeper in you, making you hug tighter on his arm as he hits the perfect spot, he watches as you throw your head back, using his fingers to ride out your orgasm, his dick hardening at the sight
But he doesnt stop. Instead of curling his fingers he thrusts them in and out, pushing your arousal back in you, his palm hitting your clit over and over again as he pounds his fingers ruthlessly into you
“F-fuck! Riki!” You say through a string of moans
“You’re not done. I want to see if your pussy can squirt for me.” He says, fingers reaching deeper at each thrurst, the sendation of your clit being hit making it even more euphoric
“I-i have to-“ You scream- actually fucking scream as the clear liquid comes out of you, soaking his hand- your legs- the bed beneath you, he’s fucking his fingers in and out of you, trying to milk every last drop your willing to let out, you’re nothing but a pathetic whimpering mess when he finally stops moving his fingers, he inches them out slowly “I knew you could do it, you’re a good little slut right baby?”
“Y-yes Riki-“ you say, trying to catch up to your breathing as you come down from your high, your legs are practically limp, he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them to taste you, he closes his eyes as your flavor hits his tastebuds
“I want-“ He starts and then stops at the sudden ring from your phone, eyes glancing to the nightstand at the sound
He used his other hand to reachover and pick it up and his movements still. You sit up to see what he saw and your heart drops at the reminder you had set earlier
Make reservations for breakfast with Jungwon
and right under that is a text message
Jungwon: Hey it’s Jungwon, im exited to talk soon without any interruptions lol :)
Riki hates the way he added that stupid fucking smiley face, your frozen between his legs, glancing between his unreadable face and your phone.
He moves you off him to stand up, pushing his glasses higher up his nose, before finally making eye contact with you
“I want you to shower, and then get the fuck out. When I come back you better not be fucking in here y/n” He says, not even giving you time to reply before grabbing his own phone and shoes and closing the hotel door behind him.
You feel like theres a wire around your throat, restriciting your breathing as a tear falls from your eye, why do you feel so guilty right now—was it wrong to get Jungwons number and make plans?
You force yourself up, not daring to look in the mirror as you walk to his shower, cleaning yourself, putting back on your clothes that lay beside the bed. You walk to the door, putting on your shoes, and make your way back to your own room.
You force yourself not to cry. Even if the pain in your heart right now wants nothing more than that to relieve it. After changing into your pajamas you curl into the hotels blankets, trying not to think about tomorrow. The fact that you still have to remain professional, by his side the entire time. You still have to act like nothing happened, put on that stupid fucking mask yet again.
Riki cant help but feel the dissapointment wash over him when he walks back into his hotel room an hour later, with a bag full of convenience store ramen, because part of him hoped you would keep that stubborn attitude and stay here, waiting for him to get back just to call him an asshole, he can’t help but feel like he fucked up instead.
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The morning was hell. Getting ready felt like a chore when it was supposed to be one of your favorite things. You put on a similar outfit to yesterdays, just with a white blouse, and black pants instead, you don't know why you decided to wear heels either when there a pain.
Riki hasn’t even looked in your direction this whole time. He didn't sit with you on the way to the venue, he didn't even touch you when you two had to take a picture for the “Most successful StuCo President and Vice President” award. Was he really this fucking mad over a text?
You’re helping one of your classmates prepare for their speech, as one of the best event planners in student council, when you see Riki, laughing with that girl. Sori. How can he be so unbothered right now? Why does your chest hurt at the sight of her touching his arm. The same arm you were clinging to last night. You should just go over there and tell her exactly what-
“Y/n?” Your classmate says
“Sorry, what were you saying?”
“I was asking if I should just bring the note cards with me just in case?” She says looking at you with a worried look
“Um- yeah, just do that” You say before excusing yourself, you need to talk to Riki. Now. You're walking closer, when someone stops infront of you, Jungwon.
“Hey, you didn't answer my text last night, are you okay?” he says observing the intense expression your face
You fully turn to face him “Yeah im just nervous I guess” You say chuckling to ease the tension
“You? Nervous?” he says brow raising
“Well yeah..?” you let out awkwardly
“Do you want to come sit with us? Not like one of those weird rival schools kind of way- it's just, you look like you could use a friend.” He says offering that kind smile
You look past his shoulder, Riki’s eyes locked on you. But his hand is on Sori’s back. You look back at Jungwon before smiling and nodding.
“And then he tripped- actually tripped over his own shoe after that whole ridiculous lecture” Thornewoods vice president says through a laugh
Jungwon can't help but laugh too, which makes you let out a giggle
“It was truly humiliating..” he says rubbing the back of his head
Riki glances at you every few minutes, jealousy boiling in his chest, but you can't see it because you're faced away. You did that on purpose though, the sight of him touching another girl used to not bother you but in that moment, it made you want to throw up the appetizers that where passed out earlier.
Maybe it was a friendly interaction you needed, you open your mouth to say something when someone from the podium speaks
“Everyone please head back to your assigned school areas, we have a few more things to get through.”
You smile at Jungwon and his friends before going back to your assigned section, looking down at the chair that says your name, and then the one next to it ‘Nishimura Riki’ plastered on it under the Student Council President title.
You sit down, crossing your legs, trying to seem less tense, even when you feel the shift in the air as Riki takes his seat beside you.
After what feels like 3 hours of speeches, awards, pictures, they finally pass out the dinner, the food was truly rich, which makes sense with how wealthy each of these schools are. You try to ignore his presence beside you, making conversation with your classmates instead, The only time you acknowledge eachother is when the woman who was speaking at the podium comes over to compliment you and Riki's work ethic, him claiming “he couldn't have done it without you.”, then going back to ignoring eachother.
By the time the event was fully over, you said your goodbyes to Jungwon and his friends, thanking them for letting you join them earlier.
On the ride back to the hotel, you check off the names of the student council members, making sure you didn't leave anyone, once you were finished you sat down, satisfied. But you could feel his eyes on you. Two rows back diagonal from you.
Thanking God as you get to the elevator first, 7 other of your classmates joining, looking exhausted, you watch as the elevator doors begin to close when a hand stops it, making it open back up. Riki.
“What floor?” He asks the boy next to him
“Level two” He says, voice small, and Riki clicks it
The short ride is silent except for the whisper from your classmates next to you.
You watch as the elevator door opens and resist the urge to pull them back in there with you when 5 of them get off on this level.
“Im floor 3” One of the girls says, before clicking the 3 button
You look down at your feet, silently praying that the other girl is magically on the same floor as you, when the door dings open again your heart drops to your ass as they both get off. Leaving you and him here, alone.
He doesn't click the 7 button on the elevator keypad. Instead, he settles for the ‘close door’ one, before turning to face you
“Y/n” He says looking down at you
“Look at me” He steps closer, lifting your chin, watching the way you cant even look at him
“Fuck- baby..”
You swat his hand away “Dont fucking touch me- y-you spent the whole night glued to her side, touching her even after last night” You say, the words tumbling out of your mouth without a thought
“Well you spent the whole night practically eye fucking Jungwon so you're not completely innocent!” He says voice louder than intended
“He’s my friend! You don't get to take that away from me.” You say pushing him back, trying to make space in this small ass elevator
“A friend doesn't look at you like that y/n.” He says, hands resisting the urge to touch you
“Like what?!” You say, practically yelling even though you two were already close
“Like they want you as bad as I do.” He whispers, vulnerability leaking through his tone, a tone you haven't heard before until now
You look up at his face before letting out a sour chuckle sound, making his eyes snap back to you
“Thats bullshit- Riki you can’t even fucking kiss me.” You say, watching the way his eyes darken
“Yeah?” He says, tone low before he steps closer to you, you step back, cursing the elevator for being to damn small when your back hits it
“Yea-” Your words are gone when he cups your face in his hands and presses his mouth to yours, you're frozen, in shock.
He pulls back looking at you with the most desperate look in his eyes, before you pull him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him again, your lips move like they were made for one another, his tongue brushes your bottom lip, before he pushes in, groaning into your mouth, his hand slips down to your waist, pulling you against him, but also pushing you against the wall more, as if it was the only thing grounding the two of you.
He steps back for a moment before clicking the ‘7’ button and then his lips are back on yours, your hand lifts his glasses so they rest on his head, even as the elevator door opens he's still trying to savor your lips on his, reaching into his back pocket to get his key card out, opening the hotel door and shutting it as he pushes you against it
He lifts your leg over his hip, rolling his hips into yours, making you both moan at the contact, you blush at the sound of him being so vocal, he pulls back, both of you breathing for a few seconds before he finally speaks again
“Ive been wanting to do that y/n- I was just..” He sighs looking down then looking back at you
“I was scared.” The Nishimura Riki just told you he was scared. The same person who takes what he wants and nothing more is opening up to you..
You respond by pressing a soft kiss to his lips
“Fuck–you’re going to kill me”
Then his lips are back on yours, the same passion leaking in from earlier, you both kick off your shoes, and clumsily try to remove the clothing off of each other's bodies without tripping, you fall softly onto the bed, he climbs on top of you, before kissing your neck, leaving sloppy kisses down your half naked body before unclasping your bra, his lips are on your nipple instantly, his hand coming up to knead the other one
Your back arches off the bed when he sucks your nipple between his teeth, gasping at the feeling of it, before he focuses on your other one with the same precision, your hands go to tangle in his hair when he kisses his way down to your core, watching as he slides your panties down with ease
“Riki-” You breath out when he takes the glasses off his head
He looks up at you
“Want you to keep them on-” You say through a breathless moan
He chuckles “You want me to eat your pussy with my glasses baby?” He says kissing your thigh
“Please-” You manage to say, he puts his glasses back on before attaching his lips to your clit, sucking and licking, the same way he was kissing you earlier
He flicks his tongue over your clit, watching the way your eyebrows furrow at the stimulation
“Mm- tastes so good” He mumbles into your pussy making your hips jolt up, he looks up at you with hooded eyes, the sight alone could make you come right now
“W-wait” you say and he pauses, breathing heavily on your pussy
“Hm?” He says tilting his head
“Want to come on your cock..” You say shyly when he smiles up at you
He doesn't hesitate one bit before pulling his boxers off and guiding his tip to your entrance, smearing his pre cum on your pussy, hitting your clit just right
“Stop teasing-” You whine
“Why? Its fun” He says laughing at the way you squirm beneath him
Your legs move to lock around his hips when his hand stops you “Stop being greedy y/n” that tone of authority seeping in
He positions himself, hands gripped on your thighs before he pushes the tip of his cock in “Fuck- loosen up for me baby” his hand moving to rub slow circles on your clit, making you moan
He slides in deeper, bottoming out, groaning at the warmth of you around him. He pulls out halfway before slamming back into you, making you let out a high pitched sound
“Riki–It f..feels so good” You make a wrecked sound as your fingers claw at his shoulders, he repeats the same motion, moving his hips and rolling them into you, his cock hitting you so deep you know you're going to be sore in the morning.
“This pussy was made for me baby- You’re taking me so well” He says kissing your shoulder, and gripping the pillow beside your head as he fucks in and out of you faster
He kisses your cheek, before his lips attach to yours, swallowing your moans, drinking them like water as he feels himself getting closer
“I-im gonna come ki..” legs locking around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer
“Fuck y/n-” He lets out before his thumb slips between the two of you and he presses your clit, your hole flutters around his cock as you ride your orgasm out, his thrusting doesnt slow down as he reaches his high, using your pussy to milk every last bit of come inside you, letting out the most desperate groans
His forehead rests on yours, you're both breathing heavily against each other before he pulls out slowly, the sensitively making you both wince
He moves to lay down next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You two stay like that, in each other's embrace.
You don't know how long after, but you eventually got up to clean yourself, before he stopped you. Hand tight on your arm before he got up saying he wanted to help you this time, yes he rinsed your body in the shower, kneeling down, watching the water wet your hair as he looked up at you, before lifting your leg up and pressing gentle kisses to your core, the words "I'm making up for how many times I should’ve done this” rolling off his tongue
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Riki’s hand slides to your waist as the headmaster takes a spot next to him
“1..2..3, Alright, perfect!” The photographer says looking at the photo on his camera, before the headmaster turns to you and Riki
“I wanted to congratulate the two of you for the conference, the outcome was amazing- I mean the publicity too, the people truly see you two as the ultimate power duo, Great Job on your hard work.” He says smiling at the both of you
“Thank you” You nod
“I couldn't have done it without her” Riki says looking at you, because he truly does mean it
“Glad you're aware.” You say smartly, making the headmaster laugh before he walks away to talk to the photographer
Riki leans down to whisper in your ear “Careful y/n, I have no problem putting you in your place again.” He says before looking down at you
Your heart races at his words before you smile sweetly “I’d like to see you try” You say before walking back to the main building, he just watches, smiling because he knows he's going to do a whole lot more than ‘try’.
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all you said was you loved his hair. when he walked in the front door, you complimented how good the blonde looked. like any good girlfriend would do when their boyfriend doesn’t end up with a fucked up haircut.
now, james has your legs in the air, nose deep in your pussy, tongue showing no mercy. one hand held your legs up while the other spread your lips further apart. the browns of his eyes rolling to the back of his head, at the taste of you on his tastebuds.
“oh my god!”
you squirmed deeper into the mattress, moaned louder as your own hand tangled in between the blonde strands, anchoring what’s left of your sanity. his hand, that held your legs up snaked down to hold your hips in place so he could press his face closer and deeper into your soaked cunt.
whimpering helplessly, james’s tongue teased your throbbing clit with slow circles, flicking the sensitive bud up and down when he hears you call out his name.
“jjami—!” your voice died out with squeak as he plunged two fingers in you without warning. hands now clawing down his back, your pussy clenching at the intrusion, before the pleasure crept up your spine.
“you taste so fucking good, baby.” he whispered lowly against your skin, like it was a forbidden rite. tongue still lapping at you mercilessly, now with the added pressure of his fingers, it was all too much.
the mattress shifted as james pushed his body forward, his free hand folding your body into a mating press. more porngraphic moans left your pretty lips at the new position. almost as if he’s getting off on how loud you can get, his fingers slipped in and out faster, his tongue licked with newfound determination.
“i can’t! i can’t—james!”
throughout all these, his eyes never left yours. he watched closely at how far back your eyes rolled, how your beautiful lips say his name over and over. you never looked so devastated in his hands, crying at every thrust of his fingers, he could see you were close.
under the mercy of his tongue and fingers, you reduced to a sobbing mess. blabbering incoherent pleas when james sucked harshly on your clit. you swore it was like you were struck by lightning, your hips jerked forward and the grip on his hair tightened.
that’s it baby, come for me.
“make a mess on me, baby. god please” he pleaded, tone laced with desperation before diving back in you.
you came with a silent scream, body jolted with the force of your orgasm, james moaned as you squirted all over your boyfriend. lapping at your remnants, his fingers still in you, helping you ride out the high. the sheets were soaked, with some dripping down james’s mouth.
though reluctant, he backed off once you pushed at his head, the waves of overstimulation creeping up slowly. he brought your legs back down on the mattress, massaging your thighs, the muscle tingling under his hands.
catching your breathe, you opened your eyes to look at your boyfriend. kneeled in between your thighs, his lips shined with your essence, with some dripping down his jawline. the smug on his face as he sucked his fingers clean, all while maintaining heavy eye contact. you watched closely at the veins on his hand, the way his mouth enclosed on each finger, leaving with a pop sound.
somehow the blonde accentuates more his features, makes him look a hundred times sexier than he already is. your eyes never leaving his even as he leaned forward, inching closer to your face. it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time, your breath hitched.
“you look so pretty, jjami.” the compliment rolled off your tongue smoothly, and watched in real time, his ears turned a crimson red.
his head plopped into the crook of your neck, hiding his sudden shyness as his arms wrapped around you, his frame shrinking to mold with yours. sometimes you are baffled at how quick his demeanor changed.
he made a noise, something between a whimper and an embarassed groan.
“够了吧。我不想再听了。”
(“enough. i don’t want to hear about it anymore.”)
you chuckled at that, caressing the soft strands of his new hair. james sighed softly, wholeheartedly content. just when you thought he had dozed off, a cheeky hand made its way to grip your ass.
“i’m not done with you, princess.” his voice below an octave, littering small kisses down the slope of your neck.
it’s staggering how fast his mood changes, not that you’re complaining though.
𓏵 your boyfriend would never try anything with you, unless you were asleep *ੈ✩‧₊˚
ナナ’s ⦂ hello hello is this thing on… 🎙️sorry for being mia for literally 3 whole months and thank you to anon for requestinggg ♡ +not proofread
anton tried his best to keep himself… composed, especially around you; his sweet girlfriend who’d seemed more like a pure angel than a human. but sometimes he just couldn’t help himself, especially when you slept over at his place. in his defense, you wore his oversized clothes with nothing underneath. of course he was turned on.
and tonight was no different.
you laid in his bed, cozied up in his huge t-shirt that you stole from his closet. anton rested on your chest, your hand lazily combing a hand through his hair, as your eyes gradually shut on their own.
noticing you’d finally drifted off, anton let out a sigh of relief, not having to hide the growing tent in his pants any longer. he pulled the thick blanket off his legs, finally cooling off from the trapped heat that built up.
“fuck…” he looked down at himself, a hard-on way too far gone for him to sleep it off. plus, even if he did, he’d have some dumb wet dream about you and end up grinding on your leg.
he gently moved your hand away from his head, propping himself up on his elbows, staring at your knocked-out self. the soft outline of your nipples peeked out from the thin shirt you wore, basically taunting him to touch you right then and there. he couldn’t resist the urge to give in.
delicately, he pulled your shirt further up, gathering it at your neck. he slowly dipped down onto your bare chest, lips brushing over your nipple. his eyes swiftly peered up at your unconscious face, making sure you weren’t awake while he did this – if you caught him, he knew you’d break up with him.
what he didn’t know was that you had already woken up.
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he deliberately attached his lips to your nipple, moving with caution as the warmth of his saliva spread onto your chest. his hand toyed with your free breast, groping it as he lost all his senses, too immersed with busying his mouth.
using all the persistence you had in your body, you kept silent, letting your boyfriend use your unaware – to him, at least – body however he wanted. yet, when the tip of his tongue swirled along your nipple, you couldn’t help but arch your back into his touch, giving into the tease.
“god, you respond so well to my touch, baby.” he muttered to himself, beginning to grind against your leg. you could feel him getting harder, imprint getting more obvious as he rubbed himself on you.
you thought that you had hidden the fact that you were completely awake well, not a single peep slipping out. until he pulled away from your breast. the sensation of the cooling air hitting the saliva on your nipple elicited a soft yelp that was just loud enough for anton to hear.
he froze hearing your voice, heart dropping to his stomach as he realised how your breathing was fluctuating, unlike when you were asleep. “fuck.” his eyes widened in fear. “y/n, i’m sorry. i promise this is the only time i’ve ever done this and it’ll be the last! and i–”
but you didn’t care. you pulled him back into your chest without a second to spare. “baby, i don’t care.” you ran a hand through his hair, carding through the longer parts.
( l. anton x fem!reader ) • warnings. oral ( fem.) , unprotected sex , soft dom anton , sub space 𓄵 word count. 1043 { back to library }
( request ). I would like to request older but shorter female reader x anton. I just feel like the combo would be really cute since Anton yes, it's used to being the youngest but he's also the oldest sibling, and reader whom is older but is the youngest sibling and is used to being taken care of (yes, lemme proyect myself here for a sec). Could be an scenario where its fluffy like they're out at a party and just having fun (kinda highlighting their dynamic where reader is taken care of) but then smutty towards the end?.
( yeni’s notes ). hope you like it !!
anton searched around for you , your drink and your purse in his hand , along with your phone in his pocket so he was unable to contact you , not like you’d hear him , your phone is constantly on dnd , he told you to stop doing that.
you were older than him , not that much but still noticeable; but anton still loved to take care of you , him being the older brother in his family made his caring nature coming out when it came to you. he loved taking care of you , and you being the younger sibling you liked being taken care of.
“baby.” he finally found you; sitting on a chair. “i told you to stay behind me while i got your drink.” he handed you the drink. “what happened.”
“my feet started to hurt.”
he sat in the seat next to you , holding your purse in his lap. “let me see.” that’s how you ended up in wearing his shoes that were 7 sizes too big for you , your heels dangling in his hands.
“is yn wearing your shoes?” sungchan asked , anton nodded. “her feet hurt , i just stole a pair of house shoes from shotaro.” he said. “i’m sure he won’t mind.”
you were getting hungry — so that was anton’s cue to grab all your belongings , saying goodbye to his friends before guiding you out of the house , helping you into the car , putting a blanket he kept in the car for you over your skirt. “comfortable?”
after getting you comfortable , he climbed onto the drivers seat , making sure the air was to your liking before he drove off. “what do you want to eat?”
his hand on your thigh , rubbing it softly as you went back in forth about what you want , smiling when you got frustrated. “you want me to pick?” already knowing the answer - you liked when he took control , so even watching him order at the drive through had your panties soaking.
“why are you looking at me like that?” he said, driving to the second window. “like you want to eat me.”
“it’s hot…” you started , eyeing him up in his seat. “when you take care of me.” he watched your eyes darken in real time.
his cheeks were red , he smiled as the worker handed him the food , driving off. “well i love taking care of you.” he said , squeezing your thigh , rubbing inside of his , his hand half way up your skirt — the tension in the car hotter now that you both gave off the silent alarm that you wanted each other… bad.
you were on him as soon as the door of your apartment closed. “baby.” he said through your kisses. “baby you need to eat first , you -fuck- you said you were hungry.” his words turning into moans as you kissed his neck.
“we can eat later.”
“no , baby we can eat now , don’t need you passing out , we both know that piece of chicken did nothing yesterday.” sometimes you hated when he took care of you. “eat.”
he watched you eat , telling you to slow down when you sped up do to his need , wiping your lip with his thumb — you wrapped your lips around his thumb . sucking on it. “fuck.”
he moved away seeing what you were doing. “baby stop being so needy , eat your food.” you groaned , finishing your food quickly making him laugh. “such a needy girl.”
he finally took you to your shared room , laying you on the bed. “been such a needy girl.” he kissed your calf as he pulled down your skirt; spreading your legs.
“look at how wet you are?” biting down on his lip. “you’re dripping.” rubbing you through your panties , you moaned.
“plea-please fuck me.”
“not yet princess.” pulling your panties down your legs , he lifted your hips up , throwing your legs over his shoulders , kissing in between your thighs. “want to eat your pretty pussy.”
feeling his lips on your cunt , licking your folds. “fuck tonie.” you tugged at his hair , he groaned against your pussy , your legs digging into his bag. “fuck that feels good.”
his plump lips wrapping around your tiny clit; you clutched the sheets. “you taste so fucking good.” he spit on your folds , licking a fat stripe up his folds. “such a pretty pussy.”
two of his fingers curling up inside you suddenly making your eyes widened , a loud moan falling from your lips as he fingered you. “ton.” you cursed. “m’gonna cum!”
“cum for me.” he sped up. “cum all over my fingers.”
his cock now begging to be released as you rode his fingers. “there we go.” he said softly , unbuckling his pants. “such a good girl.” he kissed your clit , pulling away to get rid of his clothes.
“you look so pretty , all fucked out for me.” rubbing his cock along your folds , pushing just his tip inside; you moaned. “you’re so pretty baby -fuck- sucking me in like this.”
he slowly pushed his cock in , stretching you out. “fuck.” he cursed , holding your waist as he fully bottomed out. “you’re so fucking tight.”
your cunt fluttered around his cock as he began to move , his cock sawing in and out of you. “tonie.”
“hmm.” he kised your neck , his cock hitting that spot , he smirked seeing your eyes roll back. “speak to me pretty , how can i help you?” his big hand coming to toy with your nipples.
“fa-faster..”
“faster?” he chuckled in your ear. “you want me to go faster?” you nodded , pleas fall from your cock drunk lips. “okay princess.”
his pace fastening , his name falling from your lips like a mantra. “you feeling good, baby?” you could barely understand what he was saying. “you gonna cum for me?”
“cum for me , be a good girl and cum.”
you came with his name on your lips , he cursed , cock twitching inside you as he reached his peak as well. “fuck.” his face dipping into your neck as he came down.
he took a good look at you , eyes glazed over. “you with me princess?” not getting an answer , you were too far gone. “it’s okay baby.” kissing your cheek.
a/n; thank you for the many anons about anton ive expanded out of nct territory,, keep the asks comin
cw: cursingggg, reader likes em submissive🤣 she just like me, making out, mama as a pet name, smut — anton gets hard from kissing, p in v sex, him talking nasty asf, he kinda cries, very switch vibes from him
summary: having a boy best friend is so embarrassing
“you know i almost died last night, bro?”
absentmindedly tapping on his bowl of cereal, anton leaned forward against the counter of his kitchenette. his brows furrowed in confusion. “you what?”
“so, i was using the bathroom last night, right,”
“uh… huh.”
“and some random girl just walked in and flicked the light on.” you reached into anton’s fridge to get a bottle of water, “i thought you were getting robbed.”
anton almost choked on his cereal, “oh no, i’m sorry. i think i actually heard you both yell.”
“yeah, you need to fuckin’ warn me, man. don’t let me stay over and then have girls over. i got cussed out.”
anton tried to stifle his laugh — to absolutely no avail.
all you wanted to do was quietly use the bathroom and you decided to leave the light off to like… save energy. only to end up being scared out of your skin by one of anton’s late night companions.
“god, what the hell!” the girl jumped backwards, almost hitting her head on the doorframe as you reached to cover yourself. “who are you??”
you raised a brow. you knew who she could have been, but—
“girl, who are you?” you countered.
you knew damn well you should have kept your mouth shut, because you got called the fuck out. ‘well, anton didn’t say he had a girlfriend, are you his girlfriend? did i just wreck a home?’ uh.. no. ‘how come you weren’t here when we got back but you’re here now?’ uhh… ‘if you’re not his girl, and he has no roommates, why are you here in the middle of the night?’ … — deep down you knew you were the problem here.
unlike anton, you weren’t lucky enough to have parents who would pay for you to live in a nice little apartment for the entirety of college, so you lived with your two roommates; one of which was at the height of a lover’s quarrel with her partner. things had gotten so bad between them that the morning of this incident — or rather the morning before — seeing as it happened at around 2am, anton kindly agreed to let you come back to his place after you finished work, and spend the weekend there. and so, you weren’t there when anton and this poor girl got back to his apartment, because your shift ended about an hour after they had knocked each other out. you poor soul.
“why would you say that?” anton laughed at you, “you don’t live here.”
like you didn’t know that… asshole. you flopped down in one of the dining chairs, attempting to flip your half drank water bottle, at his kitchen table. and failing. “i just couldn’t stop myself from giving attitude. because, why are you trying to talk to me and i’m on the toilet… i needed her gone out the room.”
“well. she’s never gonna text me now.”
“no?” you rose a brow at him, “well, would you have responded?”
anton was notorious (within your two person friendship) for losing the numbers of girls that he slept with. that or somehow indirectly manifesting for them to lose his number, so he had no choice but to move on to the next. he didn’t see this as sleazy, fuckboy activity, however. he was simply just moving forwards through life. so in response to your question? anton just smiled back at you from where he was stood in the kitchenette. he didn’t know the answer. not for sure at least.
“you know she thought we were dating. she was so mad at you.”
his eyebrows shot up, “well, did you defend me?”
“i said i would never date you, and that i was visiting because of the thing with my roommate.” in a display of nonchalance, you pressed down on your baby hairs and just looked on at him.
“wow,” anton pushed up off the counter and took his bowl to the sink. “that’s sweet of you.”
“y’know.” you waited for him to turn back and face you. “if i was one of these girls, i would hate the both of us.”
“why?”
you looked towards the ceiling, as if to try and find the words to say. “well, i feel like i’m always here— like at your place. and we know almost everything about each other, i got a key to your house; we’re just, like, a little too close.”
“first of all, you’re not here enough—”
you shot him a glare and he threw his hands up in defence. “anton, do you not see the problem with that statement?”
anton pursed his lips in supposedly deep thought. “damn. i think you’ve been cockblocking me.”
the way your brain short-circuited hearing him say that— usually it was you cursing. never him. “you’ve been cockblocking yourself, toni.”
“no, but i’m being serious. the girl i brought home was not the first girl i talked to that night. that usually doesn’t happen.” anton came to sit by you at the table, putting a chair right next to yours but turning it the opposite direction so he could be facing you. subconsciously, you rest your feet on his thighs causing him to catch your ankles in his hands as you tried not to roll your eyes at possibly the most sleazy, frat boy coded statement you had ever heard.
“do you actually hear yourself sometimes? this is not the sweet toni i grew up with. you’re something else.”
“god, you’re right.” he laughed out. “i think all the attention is getting to my head.”
you leaned forward towards him, “oh, you think so?”
anton pushed your shoulder gently, “leave me alone, i’m coming to terms with it, i’m—“ he struggled to find the word, “i’m self-reflecting.”
and then he paused. “does our friendship get you any less romantic attention?”
“hmm.” you had to think about it. though anton claims not to be a fuckboy intentionally — or what you liked to call a ‘self-proclaimed pussy magnet’ — you knew yourself that you weren’t as… sexually outgoing (?) as anton. “no less than i had before, i guess. people that know you, know about our weird little friendship and then; you poor thing, you have to talk to two girls before you can get laid. but the people that know just me don’t necessarily know about our weird little friendship.”
“huh.”
“‘cause i’m not trying to be like one of those girls that tells everyone about, ‘my homeboy this, my homeboy that’ and then everyone assumes we’re fucking and i cant even defend myself.”
anton tried to ignore his face warming up, “no, yeah. hah, is that really a thing?” a thought was definitely being formed.
“yes, bro, even i cringe at it. i don’t wanna be that girl.”
“wait so, some of these guys, these friends, are actually like, sleeping with each other?” anton scratched the back of his neck, that was prickling with nerves.
“i mean, yeah, probably. the way they act.” you just laughed obliviously while anton’s mind started to fill up with ideas. like, say, if you were the kind of person who talked to others about your friendship with anton. would people think you’re so close that you might as well just.. be with each other? would people accuse you of sleeping together or dating even if you weren’t?
“yo, imagine if that was us…”
your head jolted in his direction and pure confusion painted your features in an incredulous expression, “anton, can you not… oh my god.”
his head dropped in laughter. as well as defeat.
but you missed that, so you continued. “no, that would be horrible. why would you even put that in my head?”
“so, i’m actually right here.” anton waved his hand at you and you laughed.
“no, no,” rushing to defend yourself, “not in a mean way, i just. i wouldn’t like the attention from people and, yeah, no. i don’t know.”
“yeah, okay. i get that.”
“why do you ask anyway? what would you think if it was us?” you prodded back. you would never let him ask such a stressful question without getting him back. you needed to get even.
“oh.” anton was starting to think he should have never tried it with you. however. you getting that nervous from his initial asking the question gave him a slither of confidence. “i mean. i think that it would be interesting. it’d be kinda cool to see if we could get to know each other any more than we already do.”
“in what sense?”
“like sex stuff.” anton’s voice was soft and quiet. “like what you’re into, stuff like that.”
“wouldn’t you like to know, chanyoung.”
he smiled at you, squinting in acknowledgement of your teasing “i would. tell me something.”
you gave it some thought before replying, “are you serious?”
he replied, “are you?”
you weren’t entirely sure what that meant, but you took at as a case of ‘i am if you are, and if you’re not, neither am i.’
“okay, anton. it’s 9 in the morning, but uh.. i like a submissive man.”
the tips of anton’s ears grew hot. “oh, wow. tell me more.”
you laughed in his face. because no way these are the lines he uses when he’s picking up girls every other night. this was going to be the most embarrassing conversation you had ever had. like, ever. you crossed your legs over each other, still over anton’s thighs.
“there’s nothing more to that statement really. your turn.”
“i like… kissing. but not just kissing like.. kissing.” he dragged the word out a little, really putting umph on it like you were gonna know exactly what he was talking about. you were so annoyed.
“be so for real for a second.”
“what?!”
you sighed. “no, cause i really got a lot from that, thank you. now, i wish i’d kept quiet.”
“what, no! i’m just bad at explaining things.” you tried to retract your legs from anton’s and he grabbed your calf in attempts to stop you from curling in on yourself out of pure embarrassment.
you covered your face. “yeah, really bad.”
“listen, i could show you better than i can tell you.”
“i bet you could, toni, but that’s not gonna turn back time.” you immediately shot him down. before you realised. “wait okay, show me.
“oh, i didn’t think you’d agree. i thought the idea of getting intimate with me was horrible?”
“i mean that’s if people are aware of it and like… try to talk to me about it at school. right now, nobody knows. so i guess it’s less horrible.”
“alright, c’mere.” anton held out his hand for you to lean into, taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours. gently pecking your lips a couple times before ghosting the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission. he ran the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip before pulling away just slightly to whisper, “can you open up a little?”
you furrowed your brows up at him and he took that as confusion, laughing a little “i wanna put my tongue there.”
you parted your lips a little and he kissed you with tongue, making the both of you sigh quietly. with each movement of his jaw and of his lips against yours, his tongue made contact with yours and it triggered a build of warmth in your lower abdomen. each time his tongue licked into your mouth, it pulled a whine out of the back of your throat. your hands rose up into his hair and you breathing started to quicken. at this point, even though you were feeling significantly warmer than you did a few seconds ago, you still didn’t realise what made this any different from ‘regular’ kissing. you figured anton was just being dramatic. that was until he sucked your tongue into his mouth along with your bottom lip. this made you straight up moan — you had to pull away.
“holy shit, anton.”
anton wiped the saliva off of his plush lips with his thumb. “see it’s like kissing but it’s kissing.”
“what the hell.” you huffed out in a deep exhale, twisting a curl around one of your fingers. you didn’t even know what to do with yourself after that.
anton tried to stop his eyes from dropping down to your heaving chest in the tight baby tee you were wearing as pajamas. he wanted to remain composed after putting the moves on you; maintain his shy, yet simultaneously confident demeanour. and then he remembered what you mentioned earlier. anton softened his voice ever so slightly. —if that was even possible.
“you know, you’re a really good kisser.” he held eye contact with you and the delivery of his sentence immediately made you wet.
“um, thank you.”
anton leaned closer to you, keeping his voice hushed despite the fact that you were the only two people in the apartment. “i didn’t expect it too, but kissing you made me really hard.”
“shit, really?” you were overwhelmed. you had just been kissed breathless by your best friend and now he was laying his truths all out on the table.
“i know you feel a type of way about it, but… i wanna fuck you."
“anton…”
“please,” you felt his thumbs rub you from both sides of your hips that he was now holding in his hands. he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth that made your eyes flutter closed. “i know it would feel so good.”
“toni, when you ask me like that—“
“you like that?” anton practically purred before attaching his soft lips to the curve of your neck. his hand slid down the front of your pajama pants to start rubbing you over your panties at a torturingly slow pace. “when i beg you like that? i know you do, you’re soaked.”
“fuck, toni…” you grabbed onto his shoulder for balance, lifting one of your knees higher to grant him a better angle at rubbing those tight circles over your bundle of nerves.
“hey, look at me.” he rubbed your clit faster, “can i make you cum before i fuck this pussy? huh? please?”
you could only lean back and moan in response.
“come on you gotta tell me. can i please?”
“mm-hm. yes, yes, baby.”
you dug your nails into his bicep and he groaned. “can i get i kiss, too?”
in a low whine, you pressed your lips to his, moaning into his mouth as you started getting closer to orgasm.
“yeah, moan for me just like that, baby. that’s so fucking hot. you gonna cum for me?”
you nodded at him and he continued with the same relentless pace of his fingers against your clothed clit until your hips started to shake with your orgasm.
“fuck, you’re so sexy when you cum for me. you gonna let me fuck you, mama?”
you were breathless in shock. in all your years of being friends with this anton, he had never talked so nasty.
anton swiftly lifted you onto the table and yanked your pajama pants down with your panties. with big, soft hands, he kneaded your thighs, “you’re dripping in front of me.”
“well, i just came.”
this made anton laugh, “well, i’m gonna make you cum again. ‘kay?”
you nodded as he pulled his dick out of his basketball shorts and started to jerk himself off, rubbing his tip against your slit. you went to hold onto his back with one hand and he took this as a sign that you were ready for him. pushing into you slowly, he muffled his own moan against your lips.
somehow, after only just put his dick in you, he was already a mess. “mmh, fuck you feel good. you feel so good around me.”
anton’s arms wrapped under your thighs, and started bringing your hips to meet his faster.
“fuck, toni, right there!”
he moaned into a sloppy kiss to your lips, “mm, right there? ‘m i hitting it right?”
“yes, keep going. you’re doing so good..”
anton didn’t change his position, only moving one of his hands to start rubbing your clit again. “fuck, keep talking to me like that.”
you held his neck to pull him closer to you, “you’re so good. and you look so pretty when you’re fucking me.”
all of your praise was going straight to anton’s dick. he was visibly finding it increasingly harder to keep himself together. he leaned forward to get closer to you, grinding his hips into yours. peppering kisses all over your bare chest.
“ah- uhm, i wanna cum. wanna cum for you.” anton’s voice was barely above a whisper as he rambled against your chest, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth to mumble his pathetic sounds. although, to no avail, he was still mumbling to you, teeth grazing the skin.
“you can cum toni, i’m close too.”
“you gotta cum first, baby,” what a gentleman. “if you cum first that’s gonna make me c-cum.” anton whined flicking his tongue against one of your nipples as if to punctuate, “ugh, please.”
maybe about 30 more seconds of anton’s desperate whimpering pushed you over the edge. and you didn’t want to dwell to much on why this was, but it was surely one of the most pleasurable orgasms you had ever had. and the irregular clenching of your pussy around his dick was completely it for him. he pulled out of you cautiously and instead of jerking himself to completion all over your naked body, he was reduced to grinding against your wet pussy, panting and sighing until his own orgasm washed over him.
“shit, anton are you crying?” you cradled his face, wiping away a stray tear with your thumb. he couldn’t even reply — he was inside of you, but you fucked the shit out of him.
“i’m a fuckin’ mess. i think we might have some built up tension or something.” anton got up from where he was leant against your chest. he pulled his shorts up and flopped down into a dining chair, dropping his head down onto one of your thighs where your legs were hanging off the table.
you shifted from your position of sitting up on your elbows to laying your back flat on the kitchen table. “don’t even say that.”
“okay.”
the two of you sat in your silence. it was comfortable silence for you, you hoped it was for him too.
without moving from where he was laid on your thigh, anton’s hand tapped against your leg to grab your attention. “so was that horrible for you, or?”
you could only laugh. “shut the fuck up, anton.”
a/n; *cracks my knuckles*
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