if he could, he would have this for life. mmh, make it lovely. it only gets better each time, yeah, yeah, yeah. and he likes to compare me to wine, over and over he tastes me.
IN WHICH. . . just when you thought you'd never be able to improve your horse riding skills, ningning told you that lee heeseung, the seasonal winner of the competition, had proposed to coach you. you agreed without hesitation, only to find out what you're riding isn't a horse but rather... heeseung himself?
5.5k wc⠀❀⠀ cowboy au ♪♪ pro horse rider lee heeseung x fem! reader 𐧘 explicit mature content, stable sex, unprotected sex, mild ass spanking, riding, face-sitting, messy kissing, creampie, oral sex (m and f receiving), usage of pet names, reader wears heeseung's hat.
from author: there's truly a severe lack of cowboy fics so i decided to cook a little something. bgdc heeseung, i still think about you... also not sure what to feel about this new post format hm hm.
"Damn, what the hell happened to you?" Ningning asked, eyes widening in horror at the sight of your… pitiful state.
You plopped down into the couch, body practically sinking into it as you groaned, cradling your bleeding elbow close to your stomach. Ningning approached you with a first-aid kit held in her left hand. She sat on your right, her knees brushing against yours as the couch sinking further from the additional weight.
You visibly jerked away the moment she dabbed the damp cotton pad against your wound, hissing in pain. "I was practicing and got thrown off," you muttered.
Your friend shot you a sympathetic look but you looked to the side, earning a sigh from her. "You need to stop doing this, (Name). You're only gonna hurt yourself if this goes on."
You tuned her out, pointedly looking out of the window on your right. Ningning sighed again, closing the first-aid kit once she's done.
"I'm gonna regret telling you this but I know someone who can teach you," she started, catching how your ears twitched at her words.
She took a deep breath and exhaled. "His name's Heeseung and—"
You shot up before she could finished her sentence. "Wait, did you just say Heeseung? As in the Lee Heeseung? The one who won first place at every competitions?"
Ningning nodded. "Yup, the very same man himself. He doesn't ride anymore, due to a mild injury. He reached out to me first, asking if you needed someone to… teach you."
Your eyes widened, nearly popping out of its sockets. "To teach me?" You repeated, "wait, when did he contact you? And why now?"
Your friend pursed her lips. "Because I'm worried about you! You're spending most of your time practicing. You're always injured whenever you came home. Who wouldn't be worried!"
"Ningning—"
She stopped when she realized she's getting ahead of herself, closing her eyes and internally count to three before reopening them, looking like she had surrendered, like she knew her words couldn't stopped you from chasing after your dreams.
"Just.. be careful," she ended.
You nodded, reaching over to place your hand over hers. "I will. I promise."
~
The next day, you found yourself standing in front of a lonely house.
There's nothing impressive about it at first glance, other than the large and an open-aired fenced up area with a few horses roaming about, their ears twitching. A sheltered stable was situated on the right of the area, where you're certain it's built for horses to take shelter from the harsh, unforgiving sunlight and heavy rain.
At first, you thought you've arrived at the wrong place. You squinted your eyes against the sun shining down on you ruthlessly, holding down your hair when a strong gust of wind blew past you, causing sand to slap lightly against your skin. But no matter where you looked, no one was around. You were about to walk away, feeling defeated when—
"Are you (Name)?"
You looked over your shoulder, body turning as still as a statue when your eyes landed on—what you probably think—is the most handsome man you've laid your eyes upon, in your entire life. His features looked as though they were carefully sculpted from a patient hand—sharp when they needed to be and soft where it mattered.
High cheekbones caught under the sunlight, casting subtle shadows across his face, while his jawline was clean and defined enough to make your stomach do an embarrassing little flip. A worn brown suede jacket hung loosely over his broad frame, the oversized collar lined with dark fur that softened his otherwise imposing appearance. Beneath it was a faded henley shirt, the top button left unbuttoned, showing off more of his sun-kissed skin of his neck and collarbones that made you want to sink your teeth into.
A plaid shirt was tied around his waist, adding another layer to the effortlessly rugged look. Combined with the dust coating his boots and the horses roaming around behind him, he looked like he belonged here.
For the past few seconds or minutes, all you could do was to stare. And it didn't go unnoticed by him, whose eyes gleamed in amusement.
"I'm guessing that's a yes," he said.
Your face flared up. "Uh—"
Great.
Your first ever face-to-face encounter with someone you highly respect and you've already made a fool of yourself. What you didn't know however, was how you're so caught up in your embarrassment to notice how his eyes darkened a shade, how he tongued his cheek as he greedily and shamelessly drink in your figure.
"I know why you're here," he said, saving you from further drowning in a pool of humiliation.
You blinked. "Oh really?"
Heeseung nodded and crossed his arms. "Yup, I saw you before, how you always watch the competitions and shoving your way to stand at the front."
Your ears turned red, not sure whether you should be flattered with the fact that he remembers you, out of everyone else among the audience or something else. You awkwardly cleared your throat, shuffling your feet on the spot, feeling unusually timid with his unwavering and intense gaze that never left your face.
"So, when do we begin?" You asked, managing to keep your voice even and steady despite how your heart's about to leap out of your throat.
The man cocked his head to the side. "What makes you think I'll say yes?"
You opened and closed your mouth, rendered speechless by the sheer audacity of the man. Heeseung laughed, the sound light and melodious. You sworn you heard faint wedding bells ringing in the distance, feeling all light-headed and floaty.
"I'm kidding, I won't go back on my words. I'm not that kind of person," he replied, gesturing for you to follow him as he turned.
You obliged, easily catching up to him and walked beside him, where he brought you over to the fenced up area—where a few nearby mares stopped to look at your approaching figures.
You gulped, entering once Heeseung pushed the fence opened. You watched as a horse headed to him, standing a few centimeters back to observe his interaction with the four-legged creature.
How his features softened as he talked to it in a hushed, comforting tone. The kind of tone one will used when talking to their partner. How he lovingly patted the horse, his calloused fingers brushing against its skin. How he chuckled when it nudged its nose against his neck, huffing out hot air, begging for more attention, similar to a spoiled house cat.
"It likes you. What's its name?" you asked, crossing your arms, unaware that you're smiling from the wholesome interaction.
Heeseung hummed, brushing his hand through the majestic stallion's mane. "Name's Stella, she's been my ride and die since I first saw her. She's very loyal too. Wouldn't let anyone else other than me ride her."
You nodded. "Loyalty is hard to earn. The fact she's loyal to you is an impressive feat of its own."
His lips curled up in a knowing smirk. "If I didn't know better, I would think you're hitting on me."
"Someone needs to knock that ego of yours down a peg," you retorted but your words lacked no bite, your stomach doing another embarrassing flip at how the smirk widened across his face.
Damn, if you knew Heeseung's this fine, you would've done something about it a long time ago.
He stepped away from Stella, turning to walk towards you at a slow, languid pace, like he's taking a walk in a park. It took all of you to not moved an inch, planting your feet into the solid ground beneath your feet.
The cowboy stopped, now standing close enough for the tips of your shoes to touch. With the close proximity, you're able to get a whiff of his cologne mixed with his natural scent.
"Oh really? And who would that be?" He cooed, voice dangerously low and smooth like honey, smooth enough to scratch your brain just right.
Your breath stuttered in your throat when his gaze trailed down your face, lingering on your lips before it's back up to your eyes. He's shameless, with how he doesn't looked ashamed at the fact of him being caught red-handed. And gods, his confidence made your cheeks flushed and your heart skipped a beat.
"I don't know. Maybe it's someone who just so happens to be in need of your… expertise," you replied, matching his tone, watching how his eyes widened slightly before they darkened a shade.
His jaw clenched but before he could say anything, you stepped back, looking at him all innocently despite the very obvious tension engulfing the two of you.
"So, are we getting started or what? C'mon cowboy, show me how you ride," you called out to him.
~
One week passed.
One week of Heeseung showing you the ropes behind horse riding. Putting your… desire for him to ravish you to six ways beyond the world, you're surprised with how knowledgeable he is for what seemed to be common sense. Sure, you have the basics locked down but there's more than just practice makes perfect.
"You're doing it again."
You stopped at his words, about to grab the reins but his voice stopped you. The cowboy leaned against the fence behind him, arms crossed with the hem of his hat dipping low enough to hide his eyes from your view. But it did nothing to hide how they kept flicking down to your bare thighs—something you did on purpose.
You worn the skimpiest outfit you can find in your closet—the shortest pair of shorts that barely covered anything along with the thinnest white crop top and a pair of dusty brown boots to complete the look. When Heeseung first saw you, you could see his brain malfunctioned on the spot.
He dragged his eyes down your body, tongue darting out to wet his lips at your clean, smooth and unblemished thighs. Skin that's practically inviting him in with open arms and legs for him to mark them, to leave physical evidence of him behind, imprinted on your body.
Not to mention, he made zero effort to hide the way he's eye-fucking you every time you bent over, giving him a front-view seat of your behind.
The cowboy sighed, already looking exhausted despite the lesson starting less than ten minutes ago. He didn't push off the fence, choosing to remain there so you can learned from your mistakes without needing him to guide you. Not when he had taught you a few times.
"I've told you before, your weight matters. A horse carries everything you do. Every shift and every movement. If you lean too forward, they feel it. Lean too back and they feel it too," he explained, pushing off the fence and approached you, placing his hand on the stallion's nose, earning a snort of satisfaction.
You hummed absentmindedly, idly twirling the reins around your fingers. It's not your fault, with how attractive the cowboy looks with the sunlight kissing his honey-toned face.
"…Are you listening?" He questioned, despite knowing the answer.
You blinked. "Y-Yea, I was."
Heeseung arched an brow, unconvinced. "Alright, then repeat what I just said."
"…The horse has feelings?"
He didn't reply, mostly because he doesn't have the energy anymore. Instead, all you got was a flat and unimpressed stare. You flashed him your most sweetest and brightest smile—a huge contrast to the kind of thoughts running through your mind, hoping it will softened him up.
But he didn't take the bait.
"Move your right leg back. You're gonna get thrown off the horse if you continue sitting like this," he instructed.
You knew you should move, should obey his words since he's the expert here. But you can't helped it, not with how your eyes, mind and attention drifted somewhere else. To the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing more of those choke and drool-worthy skin that you want to feel directly pressed against your body. To the muscles in his forearms, flexing whenever he adjusted the saddle straps or do anything else. And also—
"(Name)."
You blinked, snapping back to reality. "H-Huh?"
He looked at you, that signature unreadable look taking over his handsome and kissable face. "You're staring."
At me.
He doesn't have to say the last two words, not when it's clear as day as to what you were looking at. Heat crept up the back of your neck, flustered with his bluntness.
"..I wasn't! I was thinking!" You blurted out, a poor and feeble attempt to save yourself from your humiliating dilemma.
Heeseung chuckled, the sound low and throaty, enough for heat to pool in your stomach. Fuck, you want to feel the vibrations against your skin. Maybe on your neck or even better, the aching space between your legs. You didn't have to look down to know you're already soaking and leaking.
"Thinking about what? I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with horse riding," he pointed out, all smug and knowing.
And he's not wrong.
His words gave you a surge of courage. You hopped off the horse, not caring how you'll land badly with how careless you were. The cowboy's eyes widened, genuine horror flashed across his face as he steadied you with his large hands on your hips. He parted his lips, ready to say something but you were faster.
You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanked him towards you and crashed your lips against his. The kiss was messy, desperate and hot, fueled by nothing but the mini chasing and waiting game both of you willingly took part in. He was startled at first, with how he didn't react but when it clicked for him, Heeseung returned the kiss with equal neediness.
You let out a pleased sigh against his cupid-bow lips, a sound that he swallowed without hesitation. Heeseung tugged you close until you're pressed chest-to-chest, not leaving any ounce of space between you and him, like he didn't want to be separated from you.
Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair, not caring that the hat he worn fell to the floor or how you're out in the open, with the horse acting as a witness to two humans going at it.
You gave a light, experimental tug on his hair and was rewarded with a low, deep and guttural growl from him. More heat pooled in your stomach just from hearing it.
You attempted to rub your thighs together, desperately craving for some form of friction but Heeseung was faster. He broke the kiss and threw you over his shoulder, like you're nothing but a sack of potatoes.
"Heeseung!"
You squeaked out, mortified and your face turned even redder when he smacked your asscheek. It's not just once but rather, it was twice in a row—one left and one right. You bit down on your lip, swallowing the whimper that nearly slipped from the tip of your tongue, clenching down on nothing as your underwear is directly pressed against your core.
The cowboy turned a deaf ear to you, marching like he has somewhere to be. Looking over your shoulder, you noticed he's bringing you into the stables rather than his own home. The strong stench of hay and horse shit invaded your senses. You didn't have the time to be revolted at it, for your vision was flipped over.
You flailed your arms about like a wild, frantic chicken, only to find yourself straddling Heeseung's lap. The cowboy sat on what seemed to be a few layers of cloths.
His left hand clasped itself around the back of your neck, using it to pull you in so he could kissed you again. You moaned into the kiss, scooting forward, allowing him to touch you everywhere with his free hand.
You gasped as he boldly cupped you through your shorts, moving his hand up and down while swallowing the angelic sounds you made.
"So fucking wet for me. What a dirty, needy girl you are. Coming over and wearing these kinds of clothes. You knew what you were doing, don't you?" He hissed, fingers popping the button open swiftly.
You whimpered, lifting your hips up slightly so he can wrestle it down your legs, leaving you wearing your pathetic, thin and nearly transparent white cotton underwear with a cute pastel pink bow above your pussy. Heeseung pulled back, resting his forehead against yours and he audibly inhaled, unable to tear his eyes away from the large, visible wet patch.
"All this just from kissing? Tell me what you thought about," he murmured, ducking his head to trail hot, searing kisses down the expanse of your neck. It's only right for you to tilt your head back, granting him access as you hooked your arms around his shoulders to support your weight.
"I…hngh…t-thought about your—oh fuck—m-mouth," you stuttered, voice cracking at his kisses growing sharper and meaner, switching to using his teeth to leave marks in his wake.
Heeseung hummed, the vibrations traveling down the length of your body and right down to your pussy, causing more slick to pour out from it. "Yea? Want my mouth on you? Want me to eat you out until you're crying and begging for me to stop? Want me to eat this tight little pussy of yours?"
You outright sobbed at his words, how his voice dropped an octave lower. You grinded your hips against his, seeking for friction but he clicked his tongue, firmly holding you down, forbidding you from moving any further. Heeseung moved away from your neck, his lips swollen and pupils completely blown out, clouded with lust.
He kissed you again, softer and sweeter while he slowly leaned back, bringing you down with him. When he's fully laying on the sheets spread out beneath him, he broke the kiss, chuckling at how you chased after his lips. He patted your right thigh with his hand, shooting you a sly grin when you gave him a confused look.
"Sit on my face, princess. Wanna make you feel good," he said.
Well fuck, if that isn't the hottest thing you've heard in your entire life. As much as you wanted to lower yourself, a small part of you was unsure, thinking you were mishearing things. You looked at him, your hands curled into fists as they rested on your lap.
"..Are you sure?" You asked, your voice small.
Heeseung's features softened, his doe-like eyes never leaving your face, not even for a split second. "Of course I'm sure. I want this and you."
Your heart skipped a beat at his words combined with the pure sincerity in his voice. You scooted upward with him holding you gently but firmly by your waist until your core is hovering directly over his face. You let him tugged your panties to the side. The movement caused long, sticky and glimmering strands of slick to stretch until they snapped into half.
"Fuck, look at this.. So fuckin' pretty and wet. It's all for me, isn't it?" He breathed out, now hooking your arms around your waist, forcing you to lower yourself down onto his awaiting mouth.
The moment you fully sat on his face, you sworn you nearly saw the white pearly gates of heaven.
Heeseung eats you out like a starving, famished man, like he hasn't eaten a proper meal for the past five months. And that wouldn't be far from the truth. He's enthusiastic, messy and sloppy—all of the three things combined into what will probably be the best pussy-eating session you ever had.
Long and broad strokes along your puffy, dripping folds with the tip of his tongue used to collect your essence as he lapped away, like a dog in heat. When he reached your clit, he savored it with quick and pointed flicks, enough to make you bend forward, hands fisting the sheets beneath your palms.
Your thighs quivered at a particular loud and harsh suck with his lips wrapped around the hood of your clit, the suction making your toes curled in your boots.
"O-Oh fuck. So fuckin' good—hah," you moaned out loud, shame be dammed at this point.
He moaned, shaking his head side to side, further smearing your slick across his face, like how one does when they're spreading butter on bread. Loud slurping sounds and moans filled the air in the stables. Both of you didn't care that there were some horses in the same roof as you, both too focused in the current heat of the moment.
You weren't aware you were rocking your hips against his mouth, using the sharp edge of his nose to get yourself off. Heeseung groaned in approval, letting you use him like a tool. He moved his hand down to your ass, alternating between spanking and kneading the meaty flesh, like it's nothing but dough with his warm and calloused hand.
Your breathing grew ragged and unsteady, something tight gradually building in your abdomen, like a piece of rubber-band was stretched beyond its limit. The cowboy knew you're reaching your climax and he buried his face deeper into your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit in just the right angle.
You could barely register the kind of sounds you were making. Sounds that could rival against a professional pornstar. The crop top you worn cling onto your skin, drenched in nothing but your sweat from the humidity of the stable.
"I-I'm gonna cum—fuck, c-close," you babbled.
Your words only made him increased the intensity, with him now paying more attention to your swollen, sensitive clit. The last straw came in the form of him plunging his tongue as deep as possible for you to tip over the edge. Your thighs was clamped tightly around his head, body shaking like a fallen leaf as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.
Heeseung didn't pull away but rather, he continued. He ate you through your orgasm, letting out louder moans and groans, acting like he's the one cumming instead of you. You had to pull at his hair relentlessly, trying to get him away from your sensitive pussy. Only when he pressed a final, light kiss directly on your core was he finally satisfied.
He sat up, only for you to stop him with a hand on his chest. Confused, he lets you pushed him back down until he's half-leaning against the wall behind him.
Confusion was replaced with understanding and desire once he saw how you scooted down, getting to your knees between his legs. You pushed the hem of his shirt up, revealing his honey-toned skin, outlines of his abs along with a dangerous v-line that took your breath away.
"Let me help you out," you murmured, never breaking eye contact as you palmed him through his jeans, feeling him hardened and filling out between your fingers.
Heeseung groaned, watching you with half-lidded eyes. He lets you unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down, the sound seemingly loud in the stable, foreshadowing what's to come. The jeans and Playboy boxers quickly came off as you placed it aside, not wanting it to be dirtied even though he doesn't care about that.
Your breath was punched out of your lungs when his cock sprang free from its restraints. It slapped against his toned stomach, leaving a bead of precum behind.
You planted a kiss on the tip—light and fleeting, savoring the way his breath hitched and how he canted his hips forward, his cock gliding against your left cheek.
You took him into your mouth, lips stretching as wide as possible to accommodate the grith of his cock. To say he's big would be an understatement. You felt a stinging and lingering pain from your jaw muscles, with how you're overexerting yourself to take him fully but you persisted. Your nostrils flared, able to smell his musty scent that makes your head spin and eyes dazing out.
Heeseung threw his head back, baring his Adam's Apple that bobbed up and down as he swallowed. Sweat droplets rolled down his neck. It's obvious he's fighting against his own demons—to fuck your throat like it's nothing but a fleshlight. You inched forward, starting off at a slow, steady rhythm as you bobbed your head back and forth.
You hummed, the added and abrupt vibration drew a choked out, breathless moan from the cowboy. Determined to hear more, you used your hand to touch areas you couldn't reached with your mouth, lightly raking your nails along the edge of his cock.
Heeseung's hips twitched and he accidentally jerked forward, shoving more of his cock down your mouth, eliciting a surprised, muffled sound from you.
"That's it, take it. Take everything," he grunted, hips moving as he thrusted into your mouth, reaching out with one hand to blindly grab a fistful of your hair, using it as reins like you're a horse and he's your rider.
You picked up the pace, hollowing your cheeks for better suction, causing him to arch his back off the sheets as it sticks to his back, already damp with nothing but his sweat.
Your hand reached further down, cupping and fondling with his heavy balls that's practically on the verge of bursting and he cum, spilling down your throat.
You didn't gag, swallowing everything he has to offer, slobbering away at his cock like it's nothing but a piece of chicken drumstick, pushing him through his climax. Heeseung's loud when he cums, moaning and chanting your name like a sacred prayer.
When he fell back to the sheets, all limp and boneless, you took that as your cue to pull away, planting a kiss on his tip, snickering at how it twitched from the contact.
Heeseung's eyes shifted to you, panting and he tugged you over, meeting you in the middle. Both of you moaned at the heavy taste of his cum filling your mouths.
The rest of your clothes were frantically removed, fueled with nothing but the pent-up need to feel your bodies pressed together. He paused, breath taken away from how your breasts jiggled free when he chucked your bra aside.
He leaned forward but you stopped him, fingers clasped around his chin, forcing him to look up at you with wide eyes.
"Next time. Just fuck me before I lose my mind," you confessed, like you're committing a sin.
He made a low, needy sound at the back of his throat, deeply affected by your words and the sheer desperation in your voice. He nodded eagerly, pulling you down to kiss you, wanting to get another taste of you. If he could, he'd prefer to stay like this until the end of the world—you sitting on his lap, the only place you deserved and you let him worshiped you.
You sighed into the kiss, letting your hands feel him up as you touched his bare chest, feeling him shivered under your palms when you brushed your fingers against his nipples. You opened your eyes when something light was placed on top of your head. One glance up was enough to identify the newly added but barely noticeable weight.
"Seriously?" You asked, amused but made no move to remove the accessory.
Heeseung, on the other hand, was starstruck by the sight before him. "Fuck, you look gorgeous. Ride me while you wear it."
You arched an brow. "So bossy, but if you insist."
With his help, you aligned yourselves together. Instead of sinking down immediately, you rocked your hips back and forth, moaning at the delirious sensation of his cockhead rubbing against your fat, dripping pussy lips. Heeseung hissed, nails digging into your hips when you grabbed a hold of his cock before pushing yourself down.
He watched, mesmerized with how his cock disappeared, inch by inch until you bottomed out, your asscheeks hitting his strong, muscular thighs. Your moans echoed among the four walls of the stables, with the horses minding their businesses.
Your mouth dropped open, forming an "O" shape at how you're practically being split apart on his cock.
"Fuck, so tight and warm," the cowboy rasped out, squeezing his eyes shut and teeth sinking into his bottom lip, clearly fighting against his restraint to not buck upwards.
You reached out, placing both hands on his shoulders to raise yourself up until his tip is still nestled between your pussy lips before slamming down. You repeated it, managing to set a doable pace for yourself, ensuring to move your hips in a tight circle motion at every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin along with the wet, squelching sounds was the only things audible in the stables.
You arched your back, pushing your chest forward, squealing out loud when Heeseung leaned forward to wrap his lips around your right nipple. He switched between licking and nipping at it. You had to hold the hat down from on top when you felt it tipping backward. He used his free hand to pinch your other nipple, wanting to give equal love and attention while you bounced on his lap.
"Just like that, doll. Look at you, you're a natural at riding," he groaned, detaching his lips from your nipple that's covered in a thin layer of saliva.
You watched with half-lidded eyes as the string of saliva snapped into half as he leaned back, wanting to take in the majestic view before him.
A series of whimpers, moans and whines spilled from your lips endlessly, like a broken water tap. You didn't care that you were being extremely loud, not like there's anyone around in the first place. Here, it's just you and Heeseung, along with the horses being the unfortunate victims of watching someone riding the living lights of their precious rider.
Heeseung gripped onto your hips and delivered a sharp, long thrust upward. It's enough to draw a high-pitched cry from you. Your body slumped forward, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders and he took that as his cue to fuck into you from below.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tongue licking up the sweat on his honey-toned skin, tasting salt on your tongue. Your nails dug into his back, hard enough to leave marks behind—something he doesn't mind.
You keened, unable to think of anything else other than the intoxicating feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your wet, gaping pussy and how he's able to hit places that you thought it was impossible to.
"H-Hee.. hngh, g-gonna cum—"
You slurred, tears prickling your eyes with your vision blurring slightly. At your words, Heeseung threw your right leg over his shoulder. You were still seated on his cock but the slight change of angle allowed him to slide deeper, if that was still possible.
"Cum for me, baby," he demanded, hand snaking down to rub your clit furiously.
You had to support your weight with your hands braced against the sheets beneath you. You whimpered at the sudden, painful stimulation. Your body quivered nonstop as pleasure crashed over you without warning, your walls convulsing around his cock violently. Heeseung showed no signs of stopping as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.
"S-Stop! Too much," you wailed, milking his cock dry until a creamy white ring was formed around the base of his cock.
"Yes, you can. Do it for me," he panted, his movements growing sloppy.
With one final long thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and filled your pussy with thick and hot cum, painting your walls in the shade of milky white.
You moaned at the feeling of being filled up, feeling unusually full as he pumped you full of his cum. Your thighs trembled when you felt something warm and sticky slowly rolling down your thighs but made no move to wipe it off, too exhausted to lift a single finger.
You slumped against Heeseung, chin on his left shoulder. Both of you didn't say a word, catching your breath first. You felt him softening inside you but he didn't pull out.
"Heeseung, you—!?"
You didn't finish your sentence, not when he snapped his hips upward again. You sobbed, your pussy too sensitive for anything else now. You leaned back, wanting to tell him off or to stop him, only for your voice to die down in your throat.
Even when he looks wrecked, he still looks annoyingly handsome, much to your mild annoyance. Whatever thoughts or words you had in mind was washed down the drain when he snapped his hips forward, his cock kissing that one spongy spot hidden in your pussy, making your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
Heeseung chuckled, leaning over to whisper into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "I think we need a few more lessons. Gonna teach you how to ride until you're a pro."
content: underground boxer au, established relationship, forbidden romance, soft moments if you squint, explicit mature content, unprotected sex, cunnunlingus, size kink (duh), riding, couch sex, creampie, riki’s a tease, usage of pet names, inapporiate usage of handcuffs.
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"Another day, another failure."
You rolled your eyes at your co-worker's words, not acknowledging her as you shredded the leather jacket you worn for your disguise to infiltrate the boxing club. You were assigned as the team leader of the series of illegal underground boxing cases—cases that wasn't as serious as compared to what you've dealt with before.
Well, a case is still a case after all.
You've been working on the case for the past two months. Two months of ruining your already ruined sleep schedule, surviving on nothing but energy drinks, caffeine and instant noodles. Two months of staring at your laptop, pacing back and forth in meeting rooms while discussing with your teammates and trying to connect the dots together. Two months of hell and you really need to take a much-deserved paid leave once this whole shenanigan is over.
The four of you got into the car, with you as the driver and drove off. You glanced toward the rear-view mirror, watching as the boxing club gets smaller and smaller.
That's when you saw a figure standing by the main entrance. His features was hidden from the dim lights shining down on him from behind but you don't need to see them to know who he is.
Thirty minutes later, you returned to headquarters. It was already two in the morning and seeing the weariness on your teammates' faces, you took pity and decide to dismiss them.
"All of you, go home and get some sleep before one of you collapse. I don't have the energy to carry you," you instructed, earning a series of chuckles from them.
Everyone went their separate ways after bidding one another farewell, leaving you alone. You hopped back into your car and drove home, managing to reach home within ten minutes.
You drove a little above the speed limit but hey, what the people doesn't know wouldn't hurt them. One look at your unit in the apartment building was enough to set your heart racing in your chest.
The lights were on—a sign someone's in your house.
Normally, one would be alarmed or terrified at the thought of someone invading their home. But not you. Not when you knew who it is. Folding your jacket over your left arm, you stepped out of your car after parking it. Every step you took does nothing but added more adrenaline that's coursing through your veins.
Eventually, you arrived at your front door. You unlocked it with the keys, pushing it open and immediately locked eyes with him.
He froze, caught red-handed from stepping out of your kitchen with a cold bottle of beer held in his right hand. Instead of whipping out your gun or shouting at the top of your lungs, you let out an exasperated sigh as you closed the door behind you, dropping your keys into a small cute cat bowl he bought it for you as a gift.
"Seriously? First thing you do when you come over is to raid my refrigerator?" You deadpanned, hanging your jacket up while placing your workbag on the couch.
Your boyfriend—Nishimura Riki, shrugged his shoulders. He bit down on the lid of the beer bottle, easily lifting it up and removed it with his free hand. He brought the rim to his lips, wasting no time in chugging it down like it's water.
He didn't miss the way your gaze lingered on his Adam's Apple, watching how it bobbed up and down with every gulp he took and satisfaction settled in his chest.
"You restocked the beers. It's only right for me to help myself to them," he answered, holding the now half-empty bottle of beer as he approached you.
His features softened once he's in front of you. Gone was the Riki the public knew—how he's viewed as a talented boxer in the ring, how he's able to emerge victorious no matter who his opponent is and how he has the strength that can rival against a one man army. But rather, the Riki standing in front of you is a side no one knew.
No one other than you.
"Hi," he greeted you softly, his eyes filled with nothing but pure love and affection.
Your heart fluttered as you returned the smile with your own. "Hi yourself. Mind telling me why you were there today? I thought you were taking a break."
Riki shuffled his feet on the spot, running a hand through his blonde hair. "Heard you were coming over so thought I'd stopped by."
You shot him an incredulous look and crossed your arms. "Stopped by?" You repeated. "Riki, I was working. If someone saw you, you would've been arrested!"
"And?" He drawled, a teasing glint evident in his eyes.
He stepped even closer, smoothly hooking an arm around your waist to pull you towards him until you're pressed up against his chest, "I don't see anything wrong with that. My girlfriend interrogating me while looking all hot and serious. That doesn't sound like a bad idea to me."
You whacked his chest but he's unfazed with the impact. Despite your action, the way your ears and cheeks flushed red said otherwise. "You're a freak."
"What can I say? You bring out the best in me," he chuckled, ducking his head to plant a soft, fleeting kiss on your lips. He snickered at how you chased after his lips with a disappointed pout.
"Go shower. Dinner's on the table," he said, giving a light squeeze to your waist before pulling away.
Your fingers twitched at your sides, tempted to pull him back in but you nodded, complying with his words. However, you only managed to take a few steps before you felt something sharp and stinging against your ass.
Smack!
You whirled around on the spot. "Riki!"
"Sorry, my hands slipped."
"I'm gonna kill you."
"Woah, relax."
~
You heaved a sigh of relief the moment you were stripped free from your sticky and dirty clothes.
You tossed them to the laundry basket situated in a corner of the bathroom as you stood under the shower head. Your eyes fluttered shut when you turned it on, bending your head forward to ensure your hair was thoroughly soaked.
You were shampooing your hair when you heard the bathroom door opening and closing. You didn't have to look up or open your eyes to know who it was. A part of you expected Riki to help you but the next thing you knew, you were being pushed backward until your back hits the wet, damp and slippery surface of the tiled wall.
"Riki, wha—!?"
You exclaimed, opening one eye, only for your voice to die down in your throat at the feeling of something warm and wet licking a flat stripe up against your clit. Your legs trembled, hips instinctively canting forward. Riki hummed, the vibration drawing a high-pitched gasp from you.
You reached out, tangling your fingers in his damp hair blindly while the other clawed at the wall behind you, trying to find something, anything to grip onto.
He sling your right leg over his shoulder and the slight change of position allowed him to bury his face deeper between your legs. You moaned as you rolled your hips against the sharp edge of his nose, drawing a pleased groan from your boyfriend. Riki eats you out exactly the way he fights on the ring—ruthless and intense.
It's sloppy, the slurping sounds and water raining down from the shower head echoing among the cramped, heated bathroom space blending in with your cries and chanting of his name.
Stars exploded behind your eyelids when he wrapped his lips around your clit, followed by a harsh and loud suck. The friction drew a loud, shameless whimper from the depth of your throat.
Your left leg buckled, threatening to give way. Riki was quick to pin you against the wall with one hand supporting you by your hips.
"Fuck, taste so good. Could stay here forever," he slurred, drunk on nothing but the intoxicating taste of you, heavy on his tongue.
"Riki, f-fuck, gonna cum, hah, please," you whined, all needy and turning putty thanks to his skillful mouth.
Your boyfriend didn't answer you, simply plunging his tongue in. Your climax hits you out of nowhere, like a huge tidal wave crashing into you. You bent over, tugging him closer with your thighs clamped around his head, locking him in place as you spilled into his greedy, awaiting mouth.
Riki drank everything you have to offer to him, tongue lapping away like a kitten lapping at a plate of milk.
When he moved away, your breath hitched at his thick, plump lips and nose covered in a generous layer of your slick. You leaned against the wall, panting to catch your breath while Riki rose to his full height. He wiped it away with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth, licking it up with his tongue without breaking eye contact.
Your face heat up at the bold move. "You're insatiable, you know that?"
"God forbid a man from wanting to eat his girlfriend out. I'll help you shower."
You shot him a suspicious look at his words. "No more funny business."
"Can't promise that. Woah woah, put the bottle down!"
~
After your shower was done (Riki actually managed to keep his hands to himself, surprise surprise), you had dinner together.
It was simple—takeout Chinese food from a nearby restaurant both of you loved. The dining table was filled with the sound of your voices as you talked about everything and anything at once—telling him something silly your co-worker did, how your laptop stopped functioning in the middle of your meeting and so on.
Riki listened the entire time. Even when he's eating or drinking his beer, his eyes never left your face, his gaze piercing and sharp. It's enough to make anyone squirmed about on the spot. And you're no expectation either.
Heat pooled in your stomach as you squeezed and rubbed your bare thighs together under the table, the pathetic shorts you worn provide close to zero friction.
He smirked, eyes darkening a shade with them clouded in lust, no doubt knowing the thoughts running through your mind.
But if there's one thing about Riki, it's the fact he love to drag things out. He's not a patient man but if it gets you panting, reduced to nothing but a needy, squirming and begging mess, then he doesn't mind taking things slow.
It started small, with him maintaining eye contact with you. Riki knows the effect his eyes has on you, how you were gradually shrinking into yourself, how you were starting to avoid looking at him and how you kept fidgeting on the spot.
He could practically smell your arousal, knowing your underwear is beyond soaked. Heck, he wouldn't be surprised if there's a visible wet stain on the chair, right over where your dripping pussy is. He leaned back, spreading his legs out with his right arm draped across the back of the chair on his right.
"You alright? You looked a little flushed," he asked, concerned despite the mischievous smirk stretching across his face.
You swallowed dryly, curling your fingers around the disposable chopsticks to ground yourself.
"..Fine, it's a little hot in here," you replied, fanning yourself with your hand even though deep down, both of you knew you were lying.
Your boyfriend arched an brow. "Right, hot…" He drawled teasingly, purposely lowering his voice an octave lower, low enough for more slick to trickle down your inner thighs.
You grit your teeth, narrowing your eyes at him—a poor, feeble attempt to regain the last of your composure that's slipping through your fingers. "Riki, stop."
"Chill, I'm not gonna do anything," he replied, raising his hands in mock surrender.
You rolled your eyes, finishing the remains of your food swiftly.
"You better not. I have a report I need to work on and you," you pointed at him as you rose from your chair, pointedly ignoring how your underwear's sticking directly to your dripping pussy, "better not get anywhere near me. Is that understood?"
"Yes, mam," he answered without hesitation.
Riki ended up helping you to clear the table and even throwing the trash out, giving you a few seconds of peace and quiet. You headed to the living room, sitting on the couch with your legs resting on the low coffee table as you pulled your laptop out from your workbag. You made yourself comfortable, placing your laptop on a cushion that's situated on your lap and picked up where you last left off.
You weren't sure how much time passed. It could be thirty minutes, an hour or even longer. You felt the couch dipped slightly followed by a familiar weight resting itself against on your shoulder. Something blonde entered your sight, causing you to sigh, annoyed.
"Riki, get off. You're heavy," you said but made no move to push him away—something he took with pride.
"Nah, I'm comfy here," your boyfriend answered, wrapping an arm around your waist, using it to pull you closer to him until you're awkwardly squashed into his side. You shot him a irritated look but he merely grinned, all innocent and boyish.
"Don't mind me, you can keep working on it," he assured you.
Your first mistake was to believe his words. You managed to finish typing a sentence and that's when you felt his hand starting to wander aimlessly, fingers bypassing the hem of your shirt as it draw circles and random patterns on your bare skin, leaving heat behind in his wake. You stilled, hands hovering over the keyboard when he ran his fingers along the hem of your shorts.
"Something wrong?" He asked, like he wasn't the one behind this.
You cleared your throat. "..Nothing, it's fine."
He hummed, letting his fingers rest on your hips. Your second mistake was thinking he was done, only for him to slowly pull your shorts down while he held the hem of your shirt in place with the same hand.
Goosebumps formed on your skin and from the corner of your eyes, you could see Riki freezing at the sight before him. He chuckled, the sound low and deep, sending vibrations down your spine.
"You're already soaking wet and you still wanna pretend?" He asked, cupping you through the thin fabric, causing you to visibly jolt on the spot, caught off-guard by his bold action.
Your third mistake was to give him a reaction, which is equivalent to you raising a white flag and waving it in the air, surrendering yourself to him.
"Riki, d-don't!" You gasped, only for to let out a pathetic whimper when he pressed down on your clit, moving his thumb side to side.
"Fuck, I can't wait any longer," he sworn, hastily placing your laptop on the coffee table and flung the cushion aside, not caring where it landed.
He pinned you down on the couch, your head resting on the armrest and crashed his lips against yours. It's sloppy, messy and wet. You let out a wanton moan, obediently parting your lips, allowing him to explore your cavern.
Riki's hands moved like it has a mind of its own, touching you everywhere. He threw your shorts over his shoulder and pushed the shirt up, breaking the kiss shortly to watch how your bare breasts jiggled once it's free.
"You drive me insane. Walkin' around without wearing a bra," he murmured, ducking his head to wrap his lips around your right hardened nipple.
You cried out, pushing yourself further into his mouth. He alternated between biting and sucking, creating little suctions. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, locking him in place.
His free hand trailed down your body until it reached your core. He slid your underwear aside, detaching his mouth from your nipple, eyes darkening further at the mess between your legs.
"So fuckin' wet. You act all tough when this is more honest than you," he sneered, swiping two fingers across your clit as he spread it across your stomach.
You couldn't speak, only letting out a whimper as you squirmed about on the couch. "P-Please…"
Riki paid you no mind, suddenly having an idea. He got off the couch, heading over to grab something and when he returned, he dangled something silver and round in front of you. You had to blink a few times to make out what he's holding.
It's a pair of handcuffs that's used to cuff criminals.
"Give me your hands," he instructed softly and you complied, binding your wrists together, allowing him to cuff you.
Click, click.
The clicking sounds of the cuffs pierced through the living room like a lightning bolt, a foreshadow of what's to come. The air thickened with tension, on the verge of exploding right there and then. Rijki ran his thumbs along your knuckles, eyes searching for any signs of discomfort.
"Is this alright?" He asked.
Your heart skipped a beat at how thoughtful he is, even when it's clear he's fighting against the urge to ravish you. And yet, he's putting your comfort over everything else.
What a simple, almost mindless thing proved to be attractive, especially when it's from Riki. You wordlessly nodded but he wasn't pleased with your lack of response, with how he clicked his tongue.
Riki reached out, his long and slender fingers clasped around your chin, tilting your head up to force you to meet his eyes.
"I need words, doll. Yes or no?" He questioned you, voice firm and authoritative, leaving you hopelessly clenching down on nothing, desperately wishing to feel something inside.
"Y-Yes," you whispered.
"Good girl," he purred, causing an involuntary whimper to leave your lips before you could stopped yourself.
Riki moved to manhandle you, drawing a surprised squeak as you ended up straddling his lap with him leaning back into the couch. Unlike you—with your lower half of your body bare, the other was still fully clothed from head to toe.
The difference of your current states only made heat creep up the back of your neck. You couldn't even closed your thighs together if you want, feeling slick rolling down your inner thighs, with it landing on his sweatpants, leaving dark and visible stains.
His eyes flicked down, lips curling upward in a smug, knowing smirk. "Making a mess on me. What a dirty girl you are. How will your co-workers react if they see you like this, hm? Drippin' all over your main suspect's lap?"
He cooed, words dripping with nothing but faux sweetness, like he's taking pity on you when it's far from that. There's something about the way Riki said it—his condescending tone. Something about it that feels oh so sinful and in a good way too. Not to mention, he is indeed the main suspect of the case you're currently working on.
You keened, looking at him beneath your eyelashes. "Riki, please. Do something."
He cocked his head to the side, both hands holding your waist as he idly traced your skin. "What do you want me to do, hm? Want me to fuck you until you can't think straight? Or want me to eat your pretty little pussy until you're crying for me?"
Shivers ran down the length of your spine at his words. Among the options he gave you, there was one that caught your interest. You eagerly nodded your head, hoping he's able to read your mind. Riki shook his head, disapproval written all over his face.
"Wrong answer, doll. I guess this is all you're getting for now," he said.
Before you could react, he pushed two fingers into your pussy without warning, dry and no lube used. You cried out, wrists visibly straining against the handcuffs with it digging into your skin. Riki held you down with one hand on your hips while the other's buried between your legs. He moved his fingers in a scissors-like motion, spreading you open, easily reaching places that your own hands couldn't.
You sobbed, thrashing about wildly on his lap, like a fish out of water as your boyfriend continued fingering you, with no intentions of stopping.
This isn't what you wanted at all!
The living room was filled with a series of loud squelching sounds, from how insanely wet you are. Riki expertly curled his fingers in just the right angle, dark and hooded eyes locked on your face, observing every micro-expressions you made.
Tears prickled your eyes, blurring your vision slightly. Your thighs trembled like fallen leaves. Your stomach tightened, feeling the all-too familiar sensation of you reaching your incoming climax.
"P-Please…hngh, w-wan' you to fuck me," you rambled, the words barely audible or making sense.
Riki chuckled and he stopped moving, fingers still buried knuckles-deep in your throbbing cunt, feeling your walls clinging onto him. The hand that was on your hips moved to pull his sweatpants and Chrome Hearts boxers down, freeing his cock. It sprung free from the restraint, the tip already leaking with precum. It's a sight to behold, making your mouth watered, filled with the urge to taste him in your mouth.
You watched, unable to tear your eyes away from the lewd sight of him wrapping a hand around himself. His breath audibly stuttered in his throat at the mere contact before he pumped his cock, thumb collecting the bead of precum and spread it all over his cock.
It's mean, with him forcing you to watch as he touched himself while your wrists were cuffed.
"You want this, baby? Want me to fuck you? To split you open and stuff you full?" He taunted, eyes never leaving your face.
You let out a breathless moan. "Please…"
"Please what?"
"..Please, just fuck me already," you snapped, reaching your limit with how your boyfriend kept pushing your buttons.
He let out a low, mean chuckle. Hearing it was enough for invisible alarm bells to go off in your mind, a sign you have crossed the line. He pulled his fingers out, not caring about the sound of protest you made and how you attempted to keep him inside of you. Riki leaned further back into the couch, wiping his drenched fingers on his sweatpants, crossing his hands behind his head.
"Go on then, do it yourself since you're so impatient," he drawled.
You stared at him for a moment, thinking you misheard him. But when Riki raised an eyebrow, you knew he was being serious. Thus, you were left with no choice but to do it yourself. The only assistance you got was him steadying you along with him aligning his cock against your gaping entrance as you lifted yourself up on your shaking thighs.
You bit down on your lip, stifling the moans threatening to slip as you rocked your hips back and forth, feeling his cock rubbing against your pussy lips. You eventually sank down, moaning as the mushroomy tip pushed through before it goes deeper and deeper the lower you go.
It felt like eternity when he bottomed out inside you. You sworn you could feel him hitting the entrance to your womb with how big and thick he is.
Riki clenched his jaw, mind spinning with how tight you felt, how your walls clamped down on his cock, almost like it doesn't want to let him go. You brought your wrists forward, bracing your palms on his toned stomach as you raised your hips, high enough for his tip to be still inside you before you go down.
"Oh fuck!"
You moaned out loud, not caring about the chances of your neighbors launching a noise complaint at how loud you were being. You couldn't think about anything else, other than how your insides are being rearranged by his cock. You started at a steady rhythm, bouncing on his cock with your breasts jumping along at every motion.
Riki's eyes moved down, watching as your pussy was stretched as wide as possible to accommodate to the grith of him, the thick, sticky and visible strings of slick stretched and snapped every time you bounced on top of him.
There's also a white, creamy ring formed around the base of his cock. The sound was something straight out of a pornographic scene, skin slapping against akin and your cries, which is music to his ears.
He couldn't helped it, hands surging out to grab and knead the flesh of your asscheeks, occasionally slapping it here and there while switching between left and right. He saw the signs of you getting tired—your movements growing sloppy, your pacing growing irregular and how you were openly panting and wheezing.
One moment you were on his lap and the next moment, you were flipped onto your back, returning to your previous position. Riki threw both of your legs over his shoulders, bending you forward until you're in a mating press position. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, holding them down by twirling the cuffs around his fingers.
With him hovering over you, the long silver necklace he worn dangled over your head, the cross symbol nearly hitting your face. Riki didn't give you time to regain your bearings, pistoning his hips into yours at a fast, ruthless pace. The new position allowed him to slide even deeper, his tip about to breach the entrance to your womb.
"Ngh! T-Too much!" You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut.
He barked out a laugh. "Too much? You kept begging earlier and now you're saying it's too much? Make. Up. Your. Mind."
He punctuated the last four words with a hard and sharp thrust, savoring the feeling of your tight and warm pussy easily letting him in without any resistance. You sobbed, tears droplets rolling down your cheeks. You didn't even register how his necklace kept hitting your nose or lips every time he thrusted into you.
Riki ducked his head, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss that's more open-mouthed than anything else. Although, it couldn't be considered a kiss with how you're panting against his lips. Your body quivered in his grip. He placed a hand on your stomach, able to feel the outline of his cock and he pressed down on it, drawing a scream from you.
"Takin' me so well, aren't you? What happened to the cop who's supposed to arrest me, huh?" He cooed, knowing you're unable to utter a single word with how cockdrunk you became, unable to think about anything else other than his cock plunging into you, constantly rubbing against that one delicate spot hidden within your velvety walls.
He snaked his hand down, rubbing your clit in furious circles in a clockwise motion. You squealed, attempting to push him away from the sudden, unwanted stimulation but it was futile. His strength overwhelmed yours, leaving you at his mercy.
"G-Gonna cum," you babbled, back arching off the couch, your hair sticking to your forehead as you sloppily fucked yourself back on his cock, meeting him in the middle.
All it took was another hard, long thrust with Riki burying himself to the hilt for you to tip over the edge. The pleasure was so intense that it made you blacked out for a few seconds, your walls violently convulsed around his cock.
Your body trembled vigorously, shaking from the sheer intensity of your mind-blowing orgasm. The boxer was quick to follow suit, spilling deep inside you as he painted your gummy walls in the shade of his cum.
Riki didn't pull out, collapsing on top of you. You yelped, falling back into the couch with your sweaty bodies leaving stains behind on the couch. None of you said a word, catching your breath first before he pushed himself up, locking eyes with you.
"You alright?" He asked, moving to unlock the handcuffs from the key that's placed on the coffee table. You assumed he must've left it there when he went to grab it from before.
You nodded, finally able to lower your wrists. Riki frowned when he saw the red lines on your skin. He grabbed your hands, lightly running his fingers along it, his bottom lip jutting out slightly, making it looked like he's pouting.
"You're hurt," he stated.
"I'm fine, Riki," you assured him.
He shot you a look but didn't push it further. He slowly pulled out, drawing a wince from you at the sudden feeling of emptiness. You can feel his cum trickling out of your hole and when Riki made no move to get up, staring at your swollen and sensitive pussy, you nudged him with your foot roughly.
"Don't do anything and just clean me up," you warned him.
He shot you a mild offended look. "I can literally just clean you with my mouth and—"
"No."
"Ugh, you're no fun."
"Less talking, more walking."
Riki shook his head but he smiled, nothing but a whipped fool for you. "So bossy. You're lucky I love you."
You raised an eyebrow. "Even when I'm supposed to arrest you?"
He nodded solemnly, like you're talking about something serious. "Especially that. Maybe we can put your other tools to good use too."
content: rich kids academy au, explicit mature content, cheating, dub-con recording of sex (reader didn't say yes but doesn't mind it), size kink, thigh riding, degrading, praising, unprotected sex, fingering, cunnunlingus, oral sex (m & f receiving), squirting.
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Everyone knows Nishimura Riki. If someone were to ask about him, they would reply with any of the following sentences:
"Riki? You mean the Nishimura Riki? Duh, who doesn't know him? I heard he's the youngest in the team and the coach personally scouted him."
"Ah, him? I don't like him. Why, you ask? Simple, 'cause he's a cocky guy and guys like him need to get knock down from their high horses once in a while. It's nothing personal, don't worry."
"Nishimura? Yeah, I don't know anything about soccer but what I do know is that he's fine as hell. I heard he's single too but he likes someone, so there goes my dream."
In conclusion, everyone in campus both know and have heard of Riki. But then again, who doesn't?
He's the secret weapon of the soccer team, a one man army with insane skills. It's thanks to him that the team was able to bring home many trophies, one after another. Outside of soccer, he has a high reputation—which is to no one's surprise.
He demands for attention without saying it out loud. But there was no need to, not when you're Nishimura Riki. He carries himself with confidence, his signature smug and arrogant grin stretched wide across his face, walking like he owns the place. Heads and eyes will follow him, unconsciously giving their attention to him without them knowing.
With his high-rank status, swoon-worthy looks that made him looked like he was personally crafted from both gods and goddesses and wealthy background, there's no doubt there are all kinds of rumors going around. But what everyone was mostly interested in was his status.
Some shameless girls loudly claim they are Riki's crush, despite the fact they have never talked to him face-to-face before. It's a common sight to see girls confessing to him, followed by him rejecting their confessions, leaving them embarrassed or disappointed.
What no one knew however, was that he already has his eyes set on a certain someone. Someone who is out of his league but he doesn't care. What Riki wants is what he will get, no matter what it takes.
Fweeeeet!
A sharp, high-pitched whistle pierced though the air and echoed throughout the open-air field. Hearing it, everyone stopped what they were doing as they ran to gather before their coach. All of them were drenched in sweat, their jerseys sticking to their bodies, almost wanting to blend into their skin.
The coach—a man in his late thirties, stood before them with a stern expression on his face.
"Alright boys, the competition's in four days and I want everyone to be in their best condition. You hear me? That means no slacking around, no drinking and no wasting time on girls," he reminded them, directing the last part to a certain player in the team, who merely blinked his eyes, acting innocent.
"Yes, sir," everyone replied in unison.
The coach nodded, pleased and blew his whistle again. "Now let's start practice. Split into two teams of four."
~
Practice went on for the next three hours or so under the hot, sweltering sun. By the time it was over, all Riki wanted was to desperately return to his dorm, take a shower and collapse into his bed to sleep the rest of the day away.
His assignments and everything else that isn't important can wait. He slowly trudged to the benches where his duffel bag was, groaning as he knew he'll be experiencing horrible muscle pain tomorrow.
"Oh, Riki!"
The way he straightened up at the sound of your voice was quite embarrassing but thankfully, his teammates were too a few feet away from him, giving him some alone time with you. Riki stopped walking, watching you through his squinted eyes as you approached him, wearing your signature warm and friendly smile on your face.
The soccer player shamelessly lets his eyes scan you from head to toe—greedily drinking in the way your clothes perfectly hugged your body, further accentuating on your figure. Riki gnawed on his bottom lip, eyes darkening a shade when he noticed the skirt you wore was short. Short enough for his mind to start wandering off, going down the gutter.
He could see your clean, bare and unblemished thighs underneath it, making his mouth waters as he wish to sink his teeth into your pillowy thighs, wanting to hear you cry out. Would you moan his name? Would you start tearing up if he nipped at your inner thighs? Would you start shaking and squirming beneath him while beg—
"Babe? What are you doing here?"
Oh right, you're dating someone that's not him.
Riki snapped back to reality, scowling and frowning like your boyfriend—his captain, had committed a grave crime known in the world. In a sense, he did. Riki will never understand how his captain managed to capture your heart or how you ended up falling for him. As far as he was aware, your boyfriend was anything but nice to you.
Firstly, he doesn't treat you as an equal. It's a ritual for the team to host parties whenever they won first place at competitions. Parties is where Riki gets a front-row seat of witnessing his captain treating you like you were invisible.
He will wander off, getting dragged away by his own group of friends while leaving his girlfriend—you, alone to fend for yourself.
And it's always up to Riki to be your knight in shining armor. Thanks to that however, it allow him to build a friendship with you.
Secondly, your boyfriend has a huge ego. Riki always have to hold himself back from throwing hands whenever he heard the low, hurtful comments his captain made towards you. He hated how he couldn't do anything but what he hated the most was the look on your face. The way the smile dropped. The way the light in your eyes died down and most importantly, how his words made you feel insecure.
"Dude, you look like you're about to murder someone," Jungwon pointed out, with a knowing look on his mischievous face.
"Fuck off," the younger replied without missing a beat, causing his friend to let out an offended gasp, resting a hand on his chest.
"Hey! No swearing at your seniors!" Jungwon exclaimed but Riki wasn't paying attention to him.
Instead, his eyes were locked on your figure, watching you from where he stood as you stood beside you boyfriend, who had an arm possessively wrapped around your waist. Riki snorted under his breath, knowing the only reason why he did that was to avoid anyone from looking at you for a second longer.
Fortunately for Riki, he was hidden in the other's blind spot, giving him an uninterrupted view of the source of his wet dreams and someone who he jerks off to.
As if sensing someone's intense gaze on you, his captain looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with him. The two boys stared down at one another, both unwilling to look away and to let the other person win.
To further ignite the flames, your boyfriend had the audacity to grab your chin, turning you to face him. Riki could see the mild surprise on you before he kissed you, right in front of everyone. Some of his teammates made loud, fake gagging noises. Some started cheering and whistling, behaving like the immature boys they are.
Jungwon whistled, impressed with the bold stunt the captain pulled. Riki, on the other hand, was seething with anger. He narrowed his eyes, jaw clenched and fists clenched so hard his knuckles were turning white. He knew what your boyfriend was doing—trying to rile him up. As much as he hated to admit it, it was working.
To make matters worse, he maintained eye contact with Riki the entire time—from before he kissed you to after he broke the kiss. The soccer player nearly sees red when the captain threw him a smug, cocky smirk—taunting him.
Bet you wish you could kiss her huh.
Riki's limbs moved before his mind could processed. He took a step forward, ready to punch the grin right off the other's face but Jungwon was quick to interfere. The older stepped in front of Riki, right arm thrown out to block off his path.
"Jungwon, back off," Riki hissed.
Jungwon turned to him. "Are you crazy!? Do you want to cause a scene and risk sitting out on the competition? I know you like her but don't do something stupid and reckless."
The younger paused at the mention of the competition. He knows Jungwon is right and how he needs to remain on his good behavior for the next four days. It took all of his remaining self-discipline to cool down, forcefully ripping his eyes away from you and your boyfriend, like the sight physically burns him.
"Understood," he said through gritted teeth, turning around to storm to where his duffel bag was, pointedly ignoring the exasperated sigh Jungwon let out.
Riki grabbed it and slung it over his shoulder, walking away from the field without sparing anyone a second glance. If he did turn around, he would have noticed the way your eyes remained fixated on his retreating figure.
He would have noticed the way you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, wanting to go after him but was stopped by your boyfriend.
Too bad Riki was busy simmering in anger and jealousy to notice anything.
~
The next four days of intense, harsh and grueling practice passed in a blink of an eye. Their coach show no mercy to the team, constantly pushing them over their limits as he barked instructions at them. But deep down, everyone knew that the coach simply meant well for the team and that he wants them to win the competition.
Riki spend most of his time on field, which meant he's in the same breathing space as his captain and this meant he was able to see you as well. Which was a win-win situation. But what he hated the most is the sight of you wearing someone else's jersey, with your boyfriend's number on your back.
His stomach twist and turned into itself whenever he sees you seated among the crowd, with a wide smile on your face as you cheered at the top of your lungs. He hated how you never looked at him, eyes always following your boyfriend—someone who doesn't deserve your attention, time and effort.
He hated how he had to witness the revolting sight of you running towards him, followed by your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend lifting you up into the air before kissing you right in front of everyone to show you belong to him.
Currently, Riki and his teammates were in the locker room as they were changing into their jerseys to get ready for the competition. The boy sat on one of the wooden long benches in the locker room, a damp towel hanging over his head as he looked down at the floor with his elbows resting on his thighs.
It's a routine he does every time before stepping onto the field—to clear his mind, getting rid of any form of unnecessary thoughts. The surroundings were tuned out until they were nothing but white noise to him until his ears registered an annoyingly familiar voice that made his left eye twitched before he could help it.
"So, have you done anything with your girlfriend yet?" One of his teammates ask the captain.
The captain snorts. "Not yet. Every time I try to do something, she always say no. What a pussy."
Riki clenched his fists and on his right, he saw Jungwon shooting him a worried look. The younger pointedly faced the front, staring at the boring, dull gray wall like it was the most fascinating thing in the world while eavesdropping on the conversation, his focus interrupted, much to his frustration.
Three to four teammates who were gathered around the captain laughed like he had said something hilarious. And then, one of them spoke up in a tone that sent shivers down Riki's spine.
"Bet she'd sound good when you fuck her."
That comment alone made Riki see red. He stood up, ripping the towel away from his pitch-black hair, clutching it in his left hand as he stalked towards the group of boys, who were busy sniggering and laughing while making lewd and offensive comments about you.
Their voices died down when Riki stood before them, his tall frame hovering over them and with the dim lights shining down on him, it made him looked intimidating.
The group of boys shared glances among themselves, having a bad feeling of what was about to happen but the captain merely looked up and flashed Riki an infuriating smirk, leaning back to lean against the locker behind him.
"Yes, Nishimura? Need something?" He drawled.
At this point, everyone's eyes were on the two of them, sensing the growing and thickening tension lingering in the locker room. Riki glared down from where he stood, hands resting by his sides. He didn't say a thing, lunging at the captain with incredible speed. He was able to catch the other off-guard to deliver a hard, strong punch right in his face, nearly breaking his nose.
Baam!
The captain's body roughly collided against the locker behind him as he shouted in pain, clutching onto his sore nose with his eyes squeezed shut. The other boys quickly scramble away, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.
Riki didn't give him time to regain his bearings, stepping closer to grab the captain by the collar, easily lifted him up and slammed him into the lockers, leaving his legs helplessly dangling in the air.
"You fucking piss me off every time you open that mouth of yours, you know that?" Riki hissed, lowering his voice an octave lower so only the captain can hear him. He's well-aware of how some of his teammates had pulled out their phones, recording it to upload the clip onto the Internet later.
The captain was confused for a moment but realization dawned on him a few seconds later. A slow sly smirk stretched across his face, still having the balls to act all cocky despite the odds were clearly against him.
"Oh? Is this about (Name)? I know you like her but too bad she's mine," he sneered, having the time of his life watching how Riki narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning more intense.
In response, Riki shoved him further against the locker, causing it to squeak and groan behind him but the two boys didn't care.
"I'll watch my mouth if I were you," Riki warned—threatened him. "Just because you're the principal's son doesn't mean I can't beat you up. What? You gonna run to your daddy and cry to him that you got your pathetic ass kicked?"
The captain's grin fell and this time, it was his turn to be angered by Riki's words. The younger merely smirked, cocking his head to the side. "What? Cat got your tongue now?"
The captain threw a weak, measly punch at him but Riki merely dodged it by moving his head to the side, allowing him to hit nothing but air. Riki retaliate by kneeing him in the stomach, drawing a pained gasp from him as he hunched over slightly, hands now clutching his sides. The soccer player's ears registered the whispers and murmurs behind him but he paid them no mind. He moved, about to punch him again—
"What the hell is going on?"
Everyone stilled.
They turned to the door, where their coach was standing. His face had turned black, looking at the sight before him in sheer disbelief and anger, like he couldn't believed what he was seeing. The coach went unusually silent, opening his mouth, on the verge of exploding but he thought the better of it, choosing to address everyone instead.
"All of you, get ready and get out there. The match's about to start soon. I want all of you to bring back a trophy when it's over."
The team obediently nodded their heads, not daring to say anything that might cause their coach to snap at any moment. He merely gave them one more glance before leaving, allowing the team to quickly stepped out. Riki threw the captain a final warning glare and released his grip, watching as he ungracefully toppled to the floor without any form of remorse.
Riki was about to leave but stopped on the spot when the captain called out to him.
"Hope you know she'll never choose you," he said and Riki nearly burst out laughing, finding it nidicolous but he didn't show any emotions, not wanting to give himself away.
He merely looked over his shoulder, locking eyes with him. "I won't be so sure of that, captain."
Without waiting for his response, Riki left, fueled with newfound determination to steal you away from that arrogant boyfriend of yours. It was only a matter of time before you finally belong to him.
~
To no one's surprise, they won the match and left with a huge gold trophy and to commemorate the joyous occasion, the captain has hosted a campus-wide party at his place.
Due to him being the principal's son, of course he has his own place and of course he's rich enough to afford living on the wealthier side of the neighborhood.
Everyone on campus are rich since it is a rich kids academy but your boyfriend is on a another league of his own. Riki pulled up at the venue with Jungwon—who had shamelessly demanded to be picked up, as he was too lazy to drive over, much to the younger boy's annoyance. The moment they got out, they were able to hear the loud, slightly muffled sounds of music being blasted from the speakers.
The captain's private property was filled to the brim with a sea of people. Most of them were unfamiliar faces to Riki but he could spot some faces who he recognized as he entered. Everyone's eyes instantly turned to him. Jungwon stepped closer to nudge his elbow against him, a cheeky grin on his cute, round face.
Riki is the walking and literal definition of a fashion show. He's dressed in a black turtleneck with a black leather jacket donned over it. He wore a pair of washed jeans that further accentuated his already long legs, making him looked as tall as always. His fingers was covered in a wide variety of silver rings that glimmered whenever he made hand movements, catching people's attention.
However, they weren't you.
"Look at you, the center of attention again," he teased.
Riki rolled his eyes but the way his lips curved up in a smile says otherwise. "Shut up, it's not my fault I'm popular."
Jungwon snorted at his comment. "Other guys will kill to be in your spot."
"Too bad for them then."
His friend muttered something inaudible under his breath but Riki paid him no mind. He scans the sea of people, trying to search for a certain someone and when he finally found you, he stopped walking, unable to tear his eyes away from you.
There you were—wearing a sleeveless dress that looks sinful on you. You haven't noticed him yet, giving him the perfect chance to admire (and maybe drool, like the horny loser he is) you from where you stood.
You were talking to two girls who he recognized as your friends while holding a shotglass in your left hand. Riki cursed in his mind at how he felt his jeans tightening as he struggle to think of something else.
"Ain't no way you're getting hard now," Jungwon scrunched his nose in disgust at how Riki subtly or unsubtly, fixed his jeans.
"Why are you still here? Go find a girl to kiss or fuck," the younger bite back, "before you ask, no, I'm not waiting for you so go home by yourself."
Jungwon gaped, making an offended sound as he watched Riki made a beeline towards you, leaving him alone. As he got closer, he saw your friends pointing in his direction, causing you to turn to him as he stopped before you. Your friends whispered something to you, giggling among themselves before walking away, leaving the two of you alone.
"Riki, hey! How you doing?" You greeted him, having to raise your voice a little due to the loud music in the background and to his horror (and giddiness), you opened your arms for a hug.
And who was he to deny such a generous offer from you?
He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you and with how close he was, he could get a strong whiff of your perfume—vanilla and fruity. Riki forced himself to step back, very reluctantly dropping his arms as he forced them to lay by his sides, to act like he was a completely normal human being.
A normal human being who jerks off to your pictures you posted on your Instagram account, that is.
"I'm good, did you watch the match?" He asked, internally wincing at how awkward and stupid he sounds. Thankfully, Jungwon wasn't around to see him making a fool of himself.
You didn't question him, to which Riki was grateful for. "Yeah, I did. You did really well, as expected from the Nishimura Riki," you teased him, playfully nudged him. Riki swore he felt the specific part of where you briefly touched him was warmer than usual.
"You were watching me?" He inquired, shooting another question at your bemused look, "what about your boyfriend? How will he react if he finds out you weren't watching him?"
He asked in a light-hearted, playful tone when deep down, he was genuinely curious. He wanted to hear it from you, wondering what your boyfriend had told you.
You pursed your lips, the tip of your tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip. Riki's eyes zeroed in, nervously swallowing when he felt the familiar sensation of heat shooting straight down to his cock that twitched in the tight restraints of his jeans.
"He plays like he always do, I guess," you answered after a few seconds of pondering, raising your hand to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your left ear, unaware of how Riki followed the movement with his eyes, like he was a predator and you are the prey.
He hummed, slowly nodding his head. "Is that so? Then, has he told you anything?"
You blinked. "What do you mean?"
Riki stepped closer, loving the way you had to tilt your head up slightly to look at him. "Oh, I don't know. Something related to a particular locker room fight."
Your eyes widened, now on the same wavelength as him. "Oh, that. Yeah, he told me about it. Told me how you made the first move, approached him and started fighting with him out of nowhere."
Riki resist the urge to burst out laughing, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to stifle the laughter threatening to slip. You continued speaking and furrowed your eyebrows, oblivious.
"He told me you were saying some… certain remarks about me and—"
"Woah, let's stop right there for a second," he cuts you off, not wanting to hear anymore of it. He raised a hand to silence you when you attempted to speak, only to close your mouth, allowing him to speak without getting interrupted.
"First of all, he's the one who talk about you to his friends. You don't have to know what he says and all I did was to give him a very much deserved punch, that's all," he summarized and shrugged his shoulders.
You stared at him for a few seconds in silence. Seeing this, Riki waved his hand in front of your face.
"Hello? Earth to (Name)?" He called out to you.
You snapped back to reality. "Oh, right. Sorry I was just—!?"
You didn't finish your sentence when someone knocked into you from behind, causing you to stumble forward. The liquor in the shotglass sloshed out, landing on Riki's clothes but he didn't care about his clothes. He was quick to steady you, hands instinctively resting on your hips so you won't face-plant into the ground.
He looked over you, scowling at how it was a drunk guy who could barely walked straight. His friends were quick to apologize on his behalf as they dragged him away from you. Sighing, Riki diverted his focus back to you, noting how your face was awkwardly squashed against his chest.
"You good?" He asked, hands still resting on your waist.
He could only focus on how his fingers were touching around your waist. But before his mind could leave his body, you straightened yourself and quickly stepped back, leaving some distance between you. Riki pointedly ignored the way his stomach churned. You gasped out loud at the sight of his now drenched and sticky clothes.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. If you want, I can lend you my boyfriend's clothes for you to change into," you frantically apologized while pointing to the flight of stairs located in the corner of his eyes.
Now Riki would be nothing but a utter fool if he doesn't take the chance you just gave him—the chance where he can be alone with you. Which was why he agreed, letting you lead the way as he followed you up the stairs. Every step he took made the music and noise died down until it was completely quiet.
You opened the first door on your left and he followed you in. One look around and he was able to tell it's your boyfriend's room. Riki stood near the closed door, observing you as you opened the closet to dig for clothes. With your back facing him, he drew closer, directly standing behind you in with his chest pressed against your back.
You went still. "..Riki, what are you doing?" You asked, voice trembling at the end. The slip-up made him smirked.
"Nothing, don't mind me, sweetheart. Continue," he drawled, boldly resting his left hand on your waist, savoring the startled gasp you let out and how your body leaned into his touch.
You clutched onto a sleeve of a shirt to ground yourself, shivers running down your spine at how he proceeded to rest his chin on your left shoulder. This is wrong. You have a boyfriend, for fuck's sake but despite that, you made no move to push him away.
Like a part of you want this. Want him.
The thought itself made his head spin. A part of him wants to take you right there and then—to fuck you in your boyfriend's bed, making you scream and chant his name until everyone can hear it. Hear you saying his name. Another part of him wants to keep that side to himself, not wanting anyone else to hear it.
Riki forcefully ripped himself away, taking a step back to give you some space. He watched as your shoulders loosened when you no longer felt him hovering behind you.
You grabbed a clean shirt and a pair of pants with your borderline shaking hands, giving it to him without looking at him. Chuckling, he accepted it and pointedly cleared his throat when you refused to turn around.
"Are you planning on staying here while I change?" He teased.
You spun on your heels, revealing your red cheeks and ears. "W-What? No! Go change in the bathroom, don't change here!" You protested.
Riki laughed, amused with your reaction. "I'm kidding. I won't do that," he paused for a second, eyes twinkling in mischief, "unless you wanna see?"
"Riki!"
He continued laughing as you attempt to push him towards the door but he didn't budge an inch, due to him being taller and stronger than you. The boy snickered, reaching out to ruffle your hair, to which you slapped his hand away.
Riki was unfazed, dropping his hand and headed to the door. His hand hovered midair, fingers brushing against the handle before looking over his shoulder.
"By the way, you look pretty in the dress," he complimented and stepped out before you could say anything, leaving you standing in your boyfriend's room, staring at him with wide eyes, flushed cheeks and your heart skipping a beat at his sincere words.
What the hell just happened?
~
The weekend passed and to every student's nightmare, it was Monday again. Time slipped through your fingers with you being productive in your lectures as you took down notes, like the diligent and hardworking student you are.
You even managed to spend your free time making notes for your upcoming examinations before it was your term break. Right now, you were waiting for your boyfriend in the library on campus with your headphones blocking out the surrounding noises.
You were so focused in your current task that you were unaware of someone approaching your table. The only form of warning you got was a tall figure blocking the ceiling lights before they removed your headphones, pulling it away from your head. Your head snapped up, ready to tell them off, only to pause when it's none other than Riki himself.
But what caught your attention is his hair.
It's still the same as before—in the same shade of pitch-black darkness but there was something different. There's a stark silver streak that cuts through the front, starting near the roots and breaking through the rest of his hair, like a scar of moonlight. Riki noticed your prolonged silence and how you stared at him.
Of course he did. He notice everything when it comes to you.
He chose to act innocent, still holding your headphones in his right hand. "What's wrong? Something on my face?" He inquired.
You awkwardly cleared your throat, fidgeting in your seat as you slung your right leg over your left while fiddling with your pen. "No, not at all. I just didn't expect the sudden change of your hair."
Humming, Riki sat opposite of you, even though he didn't ask. But it's not like you will kick him out anyways.
"Ah, I wanted something different before the term break starts. What do you think?" He replied, returning your headphones and your fingers accidentally brushed as you reached out.
Time paused and everything else around you stilled. You couldn't looked away from Riki, maintaining eye contact with him with your headphones now acting as the connecting bridge to link the two of you together. All you could focused on is the heat emitted from his fingertips, his intense and unwavering puma-like gaze and how his eyes darkened a shade.
Your breath hitched with how he traced your features with his eyes, showing no ounce of shame. Heck, he wasn't even hiding it to begin with. Somehow, the thought of him wanting you despite how you're taken made heat pooled in your stomach as you rubbed your thighs together. You frantically shook your head, getting rid of the thought.
What you didn't know was how Riki smirked to himself, knowing what you were thinking with how you oh so subtly squeezed your thighs underneath the table. He came to the library after overhearing your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend stating he's going somewhere with his friends, completely tossing you—his girlfriend, aside.
If you're dating Riki, this won't happen. Riki will make sure to spend his time with you, never wanting to leave you alone.
He was the first to break the moment, leaning back into his seat with his long legs stretched out before him.
"So, what are you working on?" He asked, jutting his chin towards your study materials laid out before you.
"Oh, it's nothing much. Just taking notes for my finals," you answered before narrowing your eyes as you pointed your pen at him, "don't you have finals too?"
Riki raised his hands in mock surrender, lips curled up in a smile. "Guilty as charged. I was wondering if you could tutor me."
"Tutor you?" You echoed, letting out a shocked, breathless laugh. "Riki, you're the most smartest person I know. Why do you need tutoring?"
"What's wrong with wanting to be more prepared for finals? Besides, is it wrong to ask the smartest student who always tops the entire cohort?" He pointed out.
You didn't know how to respond to that, knowing he was right and sighed, shoulders slumping. "Fine, when do you want to start?"
"How about now? We can head over to my place. It's quieter there and I live alone, so you don't have to worry about people disturbing us," he proposed.
"Now?" You repeated, your eyebrows flying up so high they nearly disappeared into your hairline. "I'm supposed to meet my boyfriend."
Something akin to annoyance flickered across his face but it was gone when you blinked. "He wants me to pass you a message. Said he'll be going somewhere with his friends so he's not coming over."
You pursed your lips, pulling out your phone to check and there wasn't any messages from him. You wanted to say something but you felt your resolve vanishing when you saw Riki giving you wide, pleading eyes with his lips jutted out in a pout.
"..Fine, let's go then," you agreed.
Grinning, Riki helped you to pack up. Before you could carry your bag, he had carried it for you, slinging it over his shoulder without a care in the world as he walked ahead of you, leaving the library to where his car was parked.
"I can carry that myself," you said, wanting to snatch it back but Riki merely raised your bag up into the air, out of your reach.
"No can do. Let me do this for you," he clicked his tongue.
"Nishimura Riki."
"(Full Name)," he answered without hesitation, matching your tone just to be annoying.
You scowled as you caught up to him. "What's wrong with you? Why are you doing all of this?"
Riki stopped out of a sudden. You swore under your breath as you nearly crashed into him.
"You still don't get it?" He asked, voice strangely even and steady.
"Get what? Stop talking in riddles and just get straight to the point, Riki," you demand, frustration seeping into your voice.
Riki fully turned to face you and you were taken aback with how serious he looked—a huge contrast to his usual confident and laid-back demeanor he often carried himself in.
This was different, like this truly mean something to him. You dryly swallowed as he began speaking, or rambling, letting out his pent-up feelings he had been harboring for months.
"Every time I see you with him, it makes me sick. Why choose him, out of everyone else? Why settle for someone who doesn't even love you?" He started off, raising his voice slightly as he speaks, gripping onto the strap of your bag that was slung over his left shoulder.
You openly gaped. "What the fuck are you talk—"
"Are you blinded by love to the point that you'll settle for the bare minimum? Settle for someone who doesn't see you as an equal. Settle for someone who keeps brushing you off and parade you around like you're an item," he continued, cutting you off.
He couldn't stop now, not when you had unlocked the Paradox's Box.
"Riki—"
"Seeing you, someone who deserves so much more, going for a piece of fucking scum," he paused briefly, grabbing onto the front of his shirt—right where his heart was, "it hurts, a lot."
"Riki, wai—"
He steps forward. You retreated back but he followed.
This went on until your back hits the firm, smooth surface of a wall behind you. Riki braced his arms on both sides of you, blocking off any exit routes. Your heart betrayed you by skipping a beat at how tall he was, towering over you and how with his larger frame, he can completely engulfed you easily.
You parted your lips but your voice died down in your throat when he roughly tilted your chin up with his left hand, his thumb hovering over your bottom lip, not touching but you could feel his touch. You let out a soft, startled gasp when he harshly tugged on your hair, forcing you to further tilt your head back until your muscles start to ache in protest.
"Seriously, Riki, what's gotte—!?"
"Shut up and listen to me," he growled, the sound low and deep, causing you to clench down on invisible air and your knees buckled, threatening to give way.
You weren't sure what it was. Maybe it's the way he spoke, in that cruel and firm tone, like you were beneath him, like you're supposed to listen to him. Maybe it's the way he looked down at you, using his height to his advantage. Whatever it was, you let out an involuntary whimper before you could stop yourself.
Both of you stilled.
Riki reacted first—a slow, knowing and cunning smirk stretched across his lips. Like he had you all figured out. He gave a light, experimental tug on your hair, to test the water and just like before, another whimper fell from your lips. The taller chuckled, leaning down to brush his lips against yours.
You knew what he's doing. He's making you begged for it and honestly, with how you were already dripping between your legs.
"Say it," he demands, now firmly pressing his thumb against your bottom lip. He watched with smugness at how you willingly let him do as he pleased, letting him tugged your bottom lip down.
"Say you want me."
Your eyelids fluttered shut, mind going hazy. Riki waits, like the patient man he is. After all, he has waited long enough to have you like this so waiting for a few more seconds won't hurt him.
"I.." You whispered, like it's a sacred secret meant for just the two of you. Riki arched an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for you to finish your sentence.
"I want you."
You have the front-row seat of witnessing his eyes darkening a shade, desire written all over his face after you said it, giving him the consent for what he's about to do to you. For a moment, you thought he will jump on you right there and then—out in the open, in the hallway where anyone can walk in at any second.
But he retreated, fingers purposely tracing your jawline before dropping his hands. Your fingers twitched at your sides, tempted to pull him back. You felt cold out of a sudden, no longer feeling the heat emitted from his body.
"Not here," he murmured, eyes darting left and right to check for anyone and when no one was around, he crowded you against the wall again, savoring the gasp you let out.
You felt something thick and hard poking against your inner thighs, making you bit down on your lip, wondering how he will feel when he's inside you. Riki smirked, cupping your face up, forcing you to look at him.
"But when we get back, I'll make sure you'll only think of me once I'm done with you. And that, is a promise I intend to keep," he warns you, sending shivers down your spine at the implication behind his words.
~
The drive back to his place was quiet in a tense way. There was so much tension that you felt like it was suffocating you, the air curling itself around you while waiting in the shadows.
Riki didn't say a word, one hand on the steering wheel while the other firmly on your right thigh. Every time you look down, you gulped at how huge his hand looked on your thigh.
He didn't glance or speak to you the entire time, even after he had parked his car. Even when he led the way to the lift. Even when he brought you to the door leading to his home.
The moment you stepped in, all hell broke loose.
"Wha—!?"
You gasped out, vision shaking at the edges when you were slammed against the nearest wall surface, only for your lips to be captured in a passionate, intense kiss. Riki kissed you like he wants to devour you whole—from inside and outside.
He kissed you like he needs you to survive, to breathe. His hands never stay still, wandering around your body as he greedily mapped and traced your silhouette, leaving lingering heat and warmth behind in his trail.
You mewled into his mouth when he gave a tight, possessive squeeze at your hips, wanting to squeeze your thighs but Riki slotted his right, solid thigh between your legs, forcing you to keep them open. Your lips parted, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head when you felt his cock perfectly aligned against your wet core.
"Feel that? That's what you do to me," he rasps, slinging your right leg to hook it around his waist, giving an experimental thrust up, grinning against your lips at the breathless, choked-out moan you let out.
"Ngh, Riki!" You cried out, throwing your head back, breaking the kiss to reveal your neck and it's only right for him to follow suit.
You arched your back off the wall, pressing your chest against his as he trailed hot and wet kisses down. Riki stopped at a particular area, his hot breath fanning against it before he sank his teeth into your skin, hard enough to leave a bite mark behind. A physical claim to show you belong to him.
"Fuck, you drive me crazy. Been wanting you like this ever since I first saw you," he groaned, the sound low and guttural, making your head spin.
You began moving your hips forward slowly, moaning at the delirious friction of your sticky panties rubbing against the rough surface of his gray pants. Riki didn't stop you but instead, he encourage you by flexing his thigh against your soaked pussy while he continued decorating your neck with hickeys and marks.
"Oh f-fuck," you shamelessly moaned, not caring how loud you were and how his neighbors might be able to hear you. All you cared was how you were embarrassingly close to reaching your climax.
Riki smirked, pulling back to look at you, eyes drinking in the sight of your flushed face and cheeks, your half-lidded eyes, your pretty, kissable and swollen lips.
All of it made you looked downright sinful—the exact opposite of how you normally were on campus. He repositioned his hands so now both were gripping onto your waist, bypassing the barricade of your clothes.
Your body visibly flinched at the feeling of his large, warm and calloused hands touching your bare skin, causing more slick to drip from your pussy. You were so wet that there's a visible wet stain left behind. Seeing this, Riki chuckled as leaned closer, angling his head to the side to whisper into your right ear.
"Look at you, humping my thigh like you're a dog in heat. How would your boyfriend react if he sees you like this?" He coos, faux sweetness dripping in his voice.
His crude words and condescending tone only made you grind faster, your movements growing sloppier and more frantic when you felt your stomach tightening. Riki noticed the way your breathing grew ragged, the way your shoulders rise and fell unevenly and how you kept moaning and whining, which is music to his ears.
"Wanna cum just like that?" He barked out a laugh, moving you when he saw how you were slowing down.
"Mhm! Pleasepleaseplease," you pleaded oh so prettily for him.
"Then cum for me, princess. Wanna see you soak my thigh," he groaned and you shattered, pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing as violent tremors coursed through your body.
Riki didn't give you time to regain your bearings, easily swooping you into his arms, drawing a squeak from you. You instinctively threw your arms around his broad, sturdy shoulders as he brought you to his bedroom with the door already opened. He threw you onto his messy bed and was quick to clamber over you for a kiss.
You met him in the middle, hands flying into his hair as you tugged on him, drawing a low, satisfied purr from the back of his throat. You parted your lips, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his taller and large frame as he situated himself between them. Riki sensually slides his tongue against yours before exploring every inch of your mouth, ensuring nothing is left untouched.
He hum as he grabbed the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric up until it's near your neck. You were forced to break the kiss only for a second, allowing him to remove it. Riki tossed it to the floor before kissing you again, practically slamming his lips against yours.
He didn't bother unbuckling your bra, forcefully pulling it down to free your breasts as they bounced free from the restraints.
You let out a muffled whine at the cool air against your hardened nipples. Riki broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours with you two breathing in the same space. He sharply inhaled as his eyes trailed down, raising his right hand to give a gentle squeeze to your right breast, kneading it like it's soft dough.
"Fuck," you sighed, leaning your head back, allowing yourself to be pushed back until you were now laying on his bed, with his pillow underneath your head.
Riki paused for a moment to take in the sight of you—shirtless, panting with looks that could rival against the goddess, like Aphrodite. His fingers twitched, tempted to take a picture but an idea hit him. Confusion appeared on your face when he slide off the bed without explaining.
You raised your head slightly, observing as he pulled out his phone from the pocket of his pants. He moved to the bedside table situated on the left, opened the Camera app and switched it to video mode. You watched as he expertly placed it an an angle to capture your lower half, your face out of the frame. But despite that, you felt embarrassed that he's recording it.
"What are you doing?" You asked, eyes tracking his movements as he grabbed something from his opened closet before moving back to the bed, placing himself between your legs. You wordlessly raised your hips when he patted twice on your thighs, allowing him to tug your pants down, leaving you in your soaked, utterly ruined white cotton panties.
Your ears turned red when he muttered "cute" under his breath. You tried to close your legs but Riki held you down, throwing you a pointed, warning look, leaving you no choice but to leave them spread open for him.
"Wear it," he instructs you while holding out the bunched up fabric in his left hand. You recognized what it was with the red jersey with his name imprinted on the back, along with his position number.
"This…" Your voice trailed off as you accepted it, staring at the jersey like you've never seen it before.
Riki smirked, moving to hover over you while tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his dark and lust-filled eyes. "I want you to wear my jersey while I fuck you. Don't worry, your face won't be recorded in the video. It's for me to keep it. I'm not letting anyone else see you like this."
He paused, letting his words sink in before leaning closer to brush his lips against yours, your breaths mingling and intertwining together.
"I want you to remember I'm the one who's fucking you. Not that shitty boyfriend of yours. Not anyone else either," he continued, lowering his voice until it's in that rich deep tone that made your heart fluttered.
Feeling shy out of a sudden, you looked to the side but Riki didn't like that. With a click of his tongue, he grabbed your chin, directing you to face him with him hovering over you.
"Don't look away. I want you to look at me, got it?" He asks and you wordlessly nodded your head.
"Use your words, baby. I want to hear you."
"Y-Yes, I got it," you whispered, watching the way he looks proud at your response.
"Now wear the jersey."
You obeyed, putting it on with your shaking hands as you slipped it over your body. The jersey is way bigger than you, completely engulfing you in it with the hem reaching your upper thighs. Riki stilled, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight before him. He nearly stopped breathing at how good you looked in his jersey. But more importantly…
"You look like you're mine," he swore, breathing ragged, sounding out of breath like he had ran a marathon.
Seeing the effect you have on him with you just wearing his jersey drew a soft whimper from you. You fidget about on the sheets, feeling nervous being on the receiving end of his firm and unwavering gaze.
"Riki, please.. do something," you whispered.
The boy chuckled, finding it cute. "Lay back, baby. All you need to do is to stay still and look pretty for me."
You complied, laying back down on the bed.
"Good girl," he praised you, eyes never leaving your face.
What the fuck.
A needy keen left your lips without you knowing at his sudden praise. Hearing it, Riki arched an eyebrow, mentally filing that aside for future purposes. Right now, he has a more important task to focus on—the task of getting his first ever taste of you. The boy shifted down until he's supporting his weight with his elbows.
He threw your legs over his shoulders, ignoring the surprised noise you let out. Your mind blanked out at the first hot, wet and rough long, slow and deliberate lick of his tongue, starting from damp, smooth entrance to your throbbing, aching clit. It's filthy, with Riki using his tongue to spread your remaining slick from your previous climax all over your pussy, making it even more messier than it already was.
"F-Fuck!" You cried out, back arching off the bed in an impressive arch that could put even the crescent moon into shame. You blindly fist the sheets beneath you, nails digging into it—a poor attempt to ground yourself.
Spurred by your expressive reaction, Riki continued. He dive in like a man on a mission, like he had been craving, yearning for this for many years. It's sloppy, rushed and intense. It's clear all he cares now is to bring you to your second climax, wanting to have your taste on his tongue.
He ate you out with sheer focus and determination, using his thumb and index finger to spread your fat, puffy pussy lips apart. Riki slid his tongue in and out, repeating the pace he sets while you were being reduced to a flushed, trembling and sensitive mess, all thanks to his skillful tongue.
"Shit, you taste so good. Should've done this sooner. Bet your boyfriend doesn't know how good you taste," he groaned, sounding like he was in heaven and he is.
If he could choose a way to die, he'd rather die with his face buried between your legs. To him, your slick tastes like sweet poison or some sort of drugs he could never get enough of. You clenched down on his tongue at his words, making him grinned smugly.
"You didn't let him eat this pretty little pussy, did you?" He asks, pulling away, drawing a sound of protest from you as the cool air of the room brushed against you.
You didn't speak, simply staring at him. Riki clicked his tongue, dissatisfied with your lack of response and delivered a sharp, light but stinging slap to your pussy, right in the middle. The sound echoed in the four walls of the bedroom.
You whimpered, your pussy pathetically twitched at the sudden rough attention.
"I asked you a question. Answer me."
"N-No!" You cried out, hating how his stern personality and the way he treats you—like your only purpose was to satisfy him was turning you on.
Riki hummed, pleased. "Good, I don't want anyone else to do this to you. You're mine."
He snarled the last two words, possessive seeping into his voice. Hearing him like this—all worked up and how jealous he was made your pussy throbbed, both at the lack of attention and his evident jealousy.
You briefly wondered: just when did he learned this? But the thought flew out of your mind when he pushed two fingers into your pink, twitching hole until he's knuckles-deep in. You could feel the cold, smooth metal surfaces of his rings pressed against your outer lips.
Riki moaned at how you clamped down on him with a vice-like grip—showing no signs of letting him go, the sound muffled with how his face was practically buried deep between your thighs.
Your mind didn't register the fact you were aimlessly rambling random nonsense now, saying words that sounded like please, more, Riki and so on. Whatever it was, it seems to do the trick, with how he expertly curled his fingers, brushing it against that delicate spongy spot hidden between your delicate walls.
His action made you see stars exploding behind your eyelids, mouth dropping open with a silent, high-pitched moan leaving your lips. Riki pushed forward until your lower half was now dangling in the air with his nose bumping against your clit, drawing a series of whines and whimpers from you.
"S-Stop. C-Can't," you weakly protested, trying to push him away but it was futile.
Riki snarled, like a cat baring its teeth at you at your rejection. "Yes you can. And you will take what I give you."
A part of you want to sob, to throw a fit that you seriously can't cum again but another part of you want to be good for him, want him to treat you like this—manhandle you around like you're a rag-doll, going all pliant while letting him do as he pleased.
Riki continued eating you out like a starved man, the obscene sounds of his lips loudly smacking against your clit. He swirled the bud peeking out with the tip of his tongue in a agonizingly slow, clockwise motion that has your legs twitching. You cried out for the unknown time when he wrapped his lips around the bud, almost like he's about to tear it off your pussy.
The wet, slimey muscle explored every inch and you were able to feel his purrs and moans, sending vibrations up your spine. You ended up locking your legs around his neck, holding him in place as he alternated between pumping his fingers in and out of you and moving them in a scissors-like movement when he's deep inside you.
You were dripping so much that the sheets were soaked and ruined beyond recognition. Riki didn't care that your slick was trickling down his chin, not caring that there were stains left behind. All he care about was pushing you to your second climax.
"S-Stop—ngh, g-gonna cum," you whined, one hand clutching the pillow while the other grabbed a fistful of his hair as you desperately rocked your hips against his skillful, talented mouth. The lingering thought of him recording you had already flew out of your mind.
Riki tapped your inner thigh twice with his free hand, giving you permission. All it took was a long, flat swipe against your entrance for you to violently squirt against his mouth. The boy drank it up, treating it like sweet nectar from flowers as he lapped away, not wanting to waste a single drop.
"You're amazing, you know that?" He groaned, pulling back to reveal his lips and chin practically glowing from the sheer amount of slick stained on the lower half of his face.
Without breaking eye contact, his tongue darted out, wetting his already damp, thick and puffy lips before the pink muscle retreated into his mouth.
Your face turned as red as a tomato at how lewd he looks, like something straight out of a cheap porno video. Riki shifted up, cupping your face with both his hands and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on your lips.
You moaned, instantly parting your lips, body flinching at a particular harsh suck on your tongue, drawing a muffled whine from you. You blindly moved your hands about, slipping them underneath his hoodie to trace the faint outlines of his abs, feeling them contract at your touch beneath your fingerpads.
Riki nipped at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue against the seam of your lips as a form of apology. He shivered against your lips as your hands went beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, playing with the hem of his Chrome Hearts boxers.
"You're a fucking tease," he growled but his lips curved upward in a soft, loving smile at the giggle you let out.
"Wanna suck you off," you murmured, hearing an audible, muffled groan from him.
"You sure?" He asks, breaking the kiss as he lets you push him backward until your positions are swapped.
He's now laying on the bed, head near the edge while you straddle his lap, looking like a wet dream with his jersey hanging off your right shoulder. You nodded your head, leaning down to kiss him again and he eagerly reciprocate it, hissing into your mouth when you teasingly rolled your hips against his, feeling his clothed cock rocking against your overly-sensitive pussy.
Riki lifted his hips off the bed, allowing you to pull both his boxers and sweatpants down. You tossed them aside, not caring where it landed. His cock sprung free, laying flat against his stomach with his hoodie pushed up, the fabric brunched around his chest.
You paused for a second, taking in the sight of the tip of his cock already in a ferocious shade of reddish-purple, due to the lack of attention.
"Scared?" Riki asked, noting your prolonged silence and how you kept staring at it with wide eyes and poorly hidden surprise.
"N-No, just didn't expect you to be this big," you replied without hesitation, tucking your hair behind your ears as you shifted down, moving into a more comfortable position.
Riki watched with bated breath as your lips hovered near the tip, your hot breath grazing against it. You glanced at him, leaning forward to press a light, fleeting kiss, watching how his hips jerked upward, cock gliding against your lips. You took the chance to take him whole, lips wrapped around his cock like you're sucking a lollipop.
"Oh fuck," Riki groaned, head thrown back with his eyes fluttering shut at how tight and warm your mouth felt.
You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him as you moved forward. This is how he finds out you don't have a gag reflex, with how you easily took him whole until the tip hit the back of your throat. Riki reached out, right hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, using it like the reins—like you're a horse and he's a cowboy.
"S-Shit, takin' me so well," he rasps, voice cracking at the edges with how you began bobbing your head back and forth, one hand reaching between to fondle with his heavy, cum-filled balls.
Riki canted his hips into your mouth, savoring the muffled, startled moan you made and he felt your jaw slackened, he wasted no time in fucking into your mouth while you laid there—between his legs, letting him used you to chase after his incoming orgasm. Tears prickled your eyes as you readjusted your hands to rest them on his muscular thighs.
"So good for me, aren't you? Lettin' me use your mouth like a cockslut," he sneers, subtly shivering at how you moaned with your lips obscenely stretched wide around his cock and how a stray tear droplet rolled down your cheek.
He lifted his head slightly when he saw your hand between your legs and realization hits him. He barks out a dark, degrading laugh.
"Greedy little thing, touching yourself while getting your mouth fucked. You like this, don't you?" He coos, watching as you tried your best to nod your head while looking at him with wide, pleading eyes.
Riki didn't warn you as he spilled down your throat. You didn't gagged on the tangy, salty taste of his thick cum, swallowing all of it while not letting a single drop roll down your chin.
You withdrew your head with a soft, audible "pop" sound as you rested your chin on his left upper thigh, your lips now looking extremely bruised and swollen, like you had been mauled around by a beast, which wasn't far from the truth.
"Open your mouth," he ordered, cupping your chin upward and you obliged, parting your lips. You let him turned your head side to side and his cock hardens immediately at how you swallowed everything.
His eyes darkened a shade as he swore under his breath. He roughly tugged you forward, making you let out a startled yelp as your hands landed on his chest to avoid knocking your head against his, forcing you to straddle his lap.
"C'mon, ride me, pretty girl," he said, folding his hands behind his head as he watched you, having no intentions of helping you out.
You threw him a glare at how unhelpful he was as you raised yourself up while aligning him against your gaping, empty hole. Riki's eyes zeroed in on how you rubbed his tip against your outer lips, how you shuddered and how you let out a long sigh at the feeling. Biting down on your bottom lip, you slowly sank down, taking him inch by inch until he's fully sheathed in you.
Both of you moaned in unison at the heavenly feeling. You felt like you were being split apart and you swore you could feel him hitting the back of your throat too, with how big, long and thick he is. Riki's phone was still recording, capturing your back view as you rose up until his tip was still inside you before you slammed down, your thighs and asscheeks jiggling.
"Fuck, you're too—hah—b-big," you whimpered, head thrown back as you repeat the movement—raising yourself up before going down on him, riding him at the pace you set.
Riki hissed at how you tightened around him, thumb rubbing your clit while matching your pace, drawing a series of whines and moans from you. He rested his other hand on your hips, nails digging into your skin hard enough to leave imprints behind.
"Big? But you're takin' me so well. You're made for this. For me," he taunted and in a blink of an eye, he surged forward, easily switching your positions.
Your vision spun. One moment you were riding him. The next, you were on your back. Riki threw your legs over his shoulders, bending you forward into a mating press position as he jackhammer into you at a ruthless and merciless pace.
Your legs dangled uselessly in the air. The bedframe loudly smacked against the wall behind it with every thrust. You were certain his neighbors will be launching a noise complaint tomorrow.
The thought flew out of your mind when he shifted his hips slightly, his cock hitting that one spongy spot, making you moaned as you arched your back as you curled your toes, pressing your chest against his. Riki knew he hit bullseye from your reaction, wasting no time in abusing the same spot, over and over. He cupped your face, index and middle finger resting on both sides of your cheeks.
"Open up, doll," he demands and you did, bemused with his intention.
Only for him to spit into your mouth.
It's filthy, like he's claiming you as his. His sudden action made you clenched around him and he closed your lips, watching as you swallowed it without hesitation.
"That's my girl. So good for me, aren't you? Gonna let me fuck this little pussy, hm? Let me make you remember the shape of my cock," he growled, ducking his head to nip at your left earlobe.
You sobbed, unaware of tears now freely rolling down your cheeks, eyes rolling up to the back of your head. Your mouth dropped wide open, forming an "O" shape at how his cock kept sliding in and out of you, reshaping your insides to fit the outline of his cock, like he's forcing your body to remember it belongs to him.
"R-Rik—ngh—m-more—hah," you moaned, nails digging into his shoulder blades, hard enough to leave crescent-moon shaped indents behind.
"Fuck, you're squeezin' me so fuckin' tight. Still tight even after I open you up," he panted against the column of your hickey-covered neck.
His eyes flicked down, noting a faint bulge on your stomach. His bangs fell over his eyes but he's able to see it—the outline of his cock inside you. Riki slowed down, tuning out the weak sound of disappointment you made. He watched, mesmerized at the erotic sight of watching it moved along with him.
Riki moved his left hand and lightly pressed down on it, matching it with the same time as he thrusted into you, gaining a choked out moan from you beneath him.
"You're so small but takin' me so well," he breathed out, mind spinning. He couldn't look away, even when he resumed the brutal pace he set earlier on.
"F-Fuck, g-gonna cum—pleasepleaseplease," you begged, voice all needy, whiny and desperate.
Riki moved to capture your lips in a kiss, although it wasn't a kiss with how you were openly panting against his lips but he didn't care. From his phone's point of view, it's capturing both of your side profiles with your features hidden.
"Yea? Wanna cum, baby?" He cooed, watching how you squeezed your eyes shut but he was quick to give a mean pinch to your clit, chuckling as you flinched from the sudden stimulation.
"Mhm! Please!"
"Then cum, show me you're mine."
With the combination of the possessiveness in his voice and a long, final thrust from him, you cum while chanting his name like a sacred prayer. You cum so hard that your vision blacked out for a few seconds, making you think you had actually passed out on the spot.
Riki fucks you through your orgasm, his own movements growing sloppier as your pussy spasmed violently around his cock, almost like you're sucking him in.
Riki was quick to follow suit, burying himself to the hilt as he painted your gummy, velvety walls in the shade of white. You whimpered at the sudden, uncomfortable feeling of being pumped full of his cock. He didn't pull out, choosing to collapse on top of you, earning an "oof" from you as he was crushing your lungs.
"Get off of me. You're crushing me," you complained, lightly whacking his shoulder but he remains unfazed with your measly attacks, choosing to shamelessly bury his face in the middle of your breasts.
"Nah, I'm comfy here," he mumbled, wriggling about so he could wrap his arms around you as well.
You sighed, resting your hand on his head as you stared at the ceiling. None of you said a thing, spending a few seconds to regain your breathing before you broke it, voice small and hesitant.
"..So, now what? What does this make us?" You asked, glancing down to see he was already looking at you, eyes locked on your face.
"Well, it's simple. You cheated on your boyfriend and now, we're dating," he casually answered.
Your cheeks flushed red at the sudden reminder but instead of feeling embarrassed, you felt strangely proud. It was then you realized that he was right the entire time—your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, had treated you with nothing but disrespect. He didn't see you as a girlfriend. He see you as an item—and the thought itself is enough to make you sick to the core.
"What's in that mind of yours, pretty girl?"
Riki's soft voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked, snapping out of your trance to see his face is close to yours now, with him staring at you, like you're the only one in his world. Clearing your throat, you averted your eyes to the side, choosing to stare at the door instead.
"I was thinking how I'm gonna tell him," you answered.
Riki snorted, turning you back to face him. He leaned in until the tips of your noses brushed against one another. His eyes gleamed in mischief as he smirked, the sight downright attractive, making you clenched down on him.
He felt it. Of course he does, since he didn't pull out yet.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll handle it," he purred and without warning, gave a light thrust, drawing a startled gasp from you.
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