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msgs ! im sitll on hiatus i jus love malcom todd and im still yearning so i felt the need 2 put into a fictional situation i want (minus the toxic) ! :p
♪ soccer player! 西村力 x fem! reader 𖹭˚̣̣̣໒꒱ explicit mature content 𓂂 cheating ｡ᣟ rich kids academy au ꒰ dub con recording of sex (reader didn't say yes but she doesn't mind) 𐂯 degrading+praising unprotected sex fingering pussy eating+fingering multiple rounds anal sex (m & f receiving) squirting riding spitting wc: 11.5k. perm taglist is open!꒱
note. all i wanted was to write riki fucking reader with her wearing his jersey and i got carried away... this is for you bro ily #nohomo @sweethoons
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. 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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"baby can't take it? your pussy seems to think otherwise, or is she just too cockdrunk, hm?"
riki has had you like this for hours, ass up, face in the pillow, fluffy thigh highs too tight, your thighs spilling out, and your baby pink panties he bought you pushed to the side while he fucks into you, cock splitting your poor pussy open as he slowly thrusts, letting you feel each vein slowly moving through your gummy walls
"you're such a good girl, aren't you?
riki said to you, and you couldn't help but whimper in reply, all sounds muffled by the pillow your face is stuffed into
just as you started reaching your high, riki stopped moving, and took his cock out of your pussy entirely,
"rikiii!! you're so mean.."
you whine and he playfully slaps your clit, your pussy all swollen and puffy, riki flips you onto your back and takes a look at your pussy again, starting to rub circles on your clit
"mm.. shes all shaved for me, hm?"
you nod in embarrassment while he pats your pussy before looking up at your face with that smile where you know he has an idea
"baby, touch yourself for me, im not helping you"
you pout and whine, but it won't do any good
"baby, come on, please. i wanna see you play with your little pussy."
you reluctantly agree and spread your legs and start to rub your clit, whimpering and moaning at the pleasure, and then you start to finger yourself, and just as you're reaching your high riki removes your fingers and immediately replaces them with his own digits, and he touches that spot that makes you go crazy and you immediately squirt on his fingers and all over the bed
“come on, riki. it’d be fun, wouldn’t it?” jake nagged, shaking his forearm desperately, pointing towards the bright orange sign ‘pyramids’, his lips in a pout and eyes wide. “just think about it, for your bachelor's party, we go in there, strippers all around us in a private room!”
riki’s body slowly got pushed by his other friend, jungwon, inching slowly towards the club. “it’s like your last chance of freedom, riki, it’ll be your last time before you get married, live a little!” he hummed, the orange finally hitting his body. he could hear the don toliver blasting from the outside of the club – he could feel the bass pumping through his chest.
“pyramids…?” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows with suspicion, as he looked between the two grinning men, with a soft sigh, and under no pressure at all, he reached into his back pocket to take out his id card. “fine, but since it’s my bachelor party… i get first dibs.”
the light reflected off jake’s eager and excited grin, staining jungwon’s white shirt. each step of the way, riki held a smile on his face, in all honesty, he didn’t want to marry her, sooha. it was too fast, the agreement, the young love, it was something he would’ve dreamed of in high school, but now he was 25, stuck in something he didn’t want.
with a fina shake of his head and a smirk, riki handed his id to the bouncer, who couldn’t care less about who came and how old they were, unhooking the red rope, glaring them down until they disappeared into the dark.
as the three walked deeper, they could feel their soles peel off the floor – smells of booze, sex and cheap cologne filling their nostrils in an instant, strobe lights cutting through the fog and smokey air, blinding them.
“see, told you it’d be a good idea!” jake yelled directly into his ear, as they sat down at a booth next to the stage. the pole was shining against the dancer’s sweaty, glittery bodies, money being thrown at them as if they were nothing, just a meer tool of entertainment.
jungwon let out a low whistle as he noticed a hostess in an outfit that was more skin than any sort of fabric approach them with a smile and in rollerskates.
“hiya!” she exclaimed cheerfully, sliding menu’s to the three hungry men. “welcome to the pyramid, i’m your host for tonight, wh’d you like to take a look at the food menu or… our exclusive one?” she hummed, leaning against the sticky table, her cleavage practically in jungwon’s face while waving the bunny shaped paper.
“exclusive.” jake said a little too fast, eyes not once looking up at her face, as he wiped the drool from his lips, “we’ll take the exclusive one.”
the woman giggled, sliding it slowly against the table before skating away, not forgetting to blow a kiss towards the flustered jungwon.
“i’m dibsing her, you got that?” he murmured, eyes lingering on her uncovered behind, as he pointed at the other men, who were laughing at the sight of his chub in his jeans. jungwon’s hands didn’t even drop to hide it – rather, he was trying to flex it, to attract attention, even.
both riki and jake threw their hands up as a surrender, a way to back off of jungwon’s claim as they searched the menu. jake’s smile grew wide as he saw the name of one of the, as the club would call it, ‘desserts’, puppy.
with a giddy smile, he finally slid the menu to riki with a wink, finger lingering on the woman he thought riki would’ve liked – and oh boy was jake more than right. – you. on the paper, you were titled as ‘cleo’.
he swore he had never seen such beauty, not when sooha was in high school, and certainly not now. he could feel his pants tighten up, the fabric feeling heavy against his boner. “her. i want– no, need her.” he hitched.
he couldn't care less about the laughter from the other two men, as he raised his hand up almost at the speed of light to call the host back, the sound of skating filling his ears as she arrived once again.
“what can i do for you gentlemen?” she hummed, resting her hand on jungwon’s shoulder, lightly squeezing, feeling how tense he is. “i see you’re looking at our exclusive menu, wanna order one of our ‘desserts’?”
“please.” jungwon whined, looking up at the woman with almost glossy eyes. “We’ll order them, for me i want you, for jake – the brunette, we want ‘puppy’ and for this… soon-to-be husband, we want ‘cleo’.”
“soon-to-be husband, aye?” the woman smiled brightly, grabbing jungwon’s wrist, guiding his hand around her waist. “why don’t ya follow me, handsomes?” she hummed, slowly skating towards a velvety pink curtain, holding it open for them. “room 109, will be there shortly!”
she skated past the men, further down the hall, where a door sat, labelled ‘desserts’ in glowing pink lights. it was… fitting to say the least.
the hallway had absorbed the club’s music, the bass disappearing to be replaced with a low thrum. the air now cooler and laced with a perfume that did little to mask the scent of sweat and salty sex.
the walls were drapped with velvety curtains – ones mixed with deep reds and golds, each of them hiding a private room behind them, the number 109 glinting softly under the dim lights.
jungwon pushed the curtain aside with eagerness, revealing a heavy black metal door, which made him groan for the hard labour to get into the room. he nudged it open with his arm, finally revealing the room.
it was one that was of medium sized, as in the room there was a red-velvet sofa wrapping around the walls, as in the center a stage was lit with a silver pole straight through the middle, walls dusted in glitters. the air conditioner was placed on full, raising the hair’s along riki’s arm.
“last change of freedom?” riki murmured to himself, as he slid into the booth, feeling the velvet of the sofa to be cold and slightly sticky.
“oh come on, ki, don’t look so grossed out,” jake laughed, slapping his shoulder as he sat away from him, manspreading. “‘yer bout to have an experience even your fiancee would never give you, y’know about her preaching sex after marriage.”
the word ‘fiancee’ didn’t hurt as much as riki thought it would, sooha. her smiling face, the way she’d plan the wedding from the first day they started dating in high school, to the pressure in her voice when they talked about kids.
it was too much, it felt like a room too small for two. without a word, he grabbed the bottle of cheap wine from the icebucket in the center of the table, pouring a generous glass – downing it in one go.
jungwon and jake let out low whistles as they watched riki drink his, what he’d like to say, ‘sorrows’ away. before riki could pour a third or fourth glass, the curtains swished open a loud shrill.
the hostess had skated in first, playful as she winked at jungwon, who instantly sat up straighter, legs spread wider as he winked back. behind her, came in two other women – the one’s that the group had ‘ordered’.
next, was a women with her hair in twin pigtails as she bounced into the room, a leather collar sat against her neck with a leash connected, which she placed in jake's hand, before kneeling between his thighs and nuzzling his knee with a grin. “woof,” she hummed, voice playful.
jakes face lit up as he curled the leather between his fist, pulling it closer to him, so her palms could sit against his thigh. “hey there, puppy.”
riki’s legs bounced in anticipation as he waited for you to enter. was he going to get catfished? did you not look like yourself? did he order the wrong person–
the air shifted as you entered, and riki’s heart had stopped entirely.
the meny description and photo did you no justice, ‘cleo’. you moved with a seductive elegance that was oddly hot with the tacky setting around you. your eyes were lined with black, smoky eyeshadow, which found riki’s own immediately.
a small knowing smile rested on your lips, not one of a performative grin of the hostess, or the dumb one of your coworker – puppy – but something more quieter. the gold fabric of your outfit barely covering anything, the onlything under was the small bikini set.
riki felt the air leave his lungs, if his pants couldn’t get tighter before, they were even tighter now. it was a feeling of unsettling desire and recognition, as if he’d been waiting for a moment like this his whole life. as if he had dreamed of seeing you walk through those curtains, as he waited in the sticky booth.
“must be the almost-husband” you hummed, voice dropping low, but enough to cut through the club’s obnoxious music. you didn’t wait for an invitation, instead you slid beside him on the sticky velvet, leg brushing his as you rested your hand on his bicep – a warm jolt sliding through him.
“that’s me,” riki managed, voice a slight mumble, and rougher than he needed it to be. he took a quick sip of wine from the bottle itself.
to the left, he had noticed jake’s fly already down, as he pulled ‘puppy’s’ leash upward – a soft gagging sound filling his ears.
to his right, he sees the hostess from before, now slowly grinding the bikini bottoms she wore against jungwon’s boner, his face stuffed between her bare breasts as her top hung god knows where.
riki made a face of disgust at the sight, before looking back at you with a sigh – a bubble of silence forming between the two of you. you studied him, head tilting with a squint of your eyes. he could smell the lotus from your perfume.
“you don’t seem very… happy,” you hummed, finger tracing the soft lines of his muscles, a pout highlighting the gloss of your lips. “most bachelor parties are… eager. well, the groomsmen are, and clearly yours are ecstatic about this.”
riki let out a short laugh, deprived of any sort of humour. “maybe i’m not most bachelors.”
“clearly,” you coughed out, gaze direct. “what’s her name?”
the air between the two of you filled with something out of place, one that stunned him to the point he couldn’t hide. “sooha,” he mumbled, voice as soft as a secret.
“do you love her?”
he should’ve been offended by your words. should’ve said it wasn’t any of your business, that he was paying you to get his dick wet and not a therapy session. but the wine he downed echoed in his mind, like he needed to tell you. the view of the glowing orange sign, etched into his head, had felt like the point of no return – all it did was loosen his mouth.
“i did. once. or i thought i did, now it just feels… like a chore.”
you nodded slowly, as if he had confirmed your speculations, which he had. “a chore? that’s a strange way of saying the beginning.” your body moved closer to his, breasts pressing against his forearm, lips close to his face, and for a wild second, he thought you were going to kiss him. instead, you whispered against his cheek, breath hot in the cool air, “do you want to be free, mr groom-to-be?”
he froze at your words, reality hitting him. he was engaged. he was going to have a wife in three months time, what was he doing at a strip club. yet, he didn’t feel any sort of sadness, the way you said it, like a spell, it made his skin spike.
he swallowed the lump in his throat, glancing down at your shining lips. “what are you offering?” he whispered back, heart hammering against his ribs.
your smile returned, one more smirk and mischievous like than enjoyment. you stood up, extending a hand – gold fabric of your outfit shimmering against the lights. “a dance. for the almost-husband, a story for the future. maybe something more.”
hypnotized, he placed his hand in yours, your skin cooler than the aircon. you led him past the stage, pushing open the heavy door with your shoulder, leaving the room with him. in the back, he could hear the wolf whistles of his friends, and jakes moans.
the air had shifted as you dragged him past every repeating door, only to push the one at the end of the hallway open, one revealing a bed – a heart shaped bed, decorated in hot pinks and reds.
your hand had shoved him down onto the bed, letting him lay down against the soft covers, hips instantly straddling his waist, as heavy breathing filled the room. the music had seemed to shift, through riki’s head, all he could think about was how beautiful you looked. not sooha. not his friends. not the wedding, nor the future. but you and how your body swayed.
you began to move, to the rhythm of whatever song was echoing in the speakers from the stage. each beat a guide of your hips as your lower half moved slowly against riki’s half-hardened cock.
this wasn’t your usual routine, you had rarely even brought anyone back here, unlike some of your co-workers. you weren’t fast, nor were you what people would call ‘boring’. your hands stayed idle against his upper abdomen, soft panting escaping both of your lips. a soft, vulnerable moan escaped your lips with the arch of your back. you could feel your bottoms slick up, your stomach pooling with desire.
riki’s hands go to grip your wrist, pushing them higher against his body, resting on his chest – as if he wants you to do more than grinding against his hard-on. and you listened, customer’s always right, arent they?
your fingers pressed against his hard nipples through the button-up, earning a loud groan from his lips, one that vibrated through your palm. this wasn’t any sort of performative one like a porno you’ve starred in, but it was real. something that burnt under your skin, your urges to strip away from your persona filling your mind.
it wasn’t about ‘cleo’ and him, but you and him, this desperation, a friction. something to spark any relationship between you and him. not his fiance, but you.
“harder,” he rasped, voice wrecked in way’s you’ve never heard from any man. his hands left your wrist, sliding down your sides to grip your hips, fingers digging into your bare skin. he took over each thrusts, guiding your own movement as his thrusts meet your grinds with something that stole air from your lungs.
the sound of fabric rustling and the bed creaking from beneath you, combined with the slick sound of fabric on fabric, too lewd to even comprehend. you could feel the wet heat browning between you, a small patch developing on your bottom and riki’s jeans.
his earlier vulnerability now gone and consumed with a hunger. he watched your face, from how your lips parted and how your eyes fluttered close – he was trying to memorise every reaction he pulled from you, like he’d never see you again. it wasn’t about the money or customer service anymore, this was about pleasure.
“take it off,” he growled, eyes glancing down at the buttons of his own shirt, where small water particles dampened.
a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine, there was a rule for everyone: never more than a dance, never more than a blowjob. the real treat was served somewhere else, for a much larger price range and with stricter views. but, to you, the rule book was a myth; it was gone in an instant when you saw him walk through the door.
your fingers, which were trembling now, not from any sort of fear, but a need that mirrored his, went to work on the buttons. one. two. three. with each one removed, more of his torso was revealed to you, the slightly tanned skin, hard planes of his stomach, a fair trail of dark hair leading down to his pants.
you pushed the fabric aside, letting him shrug it off his shoulders, letting it pool behind him on the pink sheets. the sight of him under the amber lights was more clearer than any sort of fantasy in your mind or sold.
you let your hands map the warmth of his skin, nails scrapping lightly against his nipples, a hiss escaping his lips, as he let his head fall back against the velvet on the bed.
“your turn,” he grunted, gaze dropping to the flimsy gold ties that held your top together, his words werent a request, but a demand.
every part of your body screamed at you, telling you no, don’t. you could lose your job. hostess. management. every deal you could’ve gotten. but it was too late, you’ve already crossed the line of no turning back, the pounding in your ears matching the bass of the music.
holding his gaze, your fingers reached back, fumbling with the string before pulling, gold fabric loosening in an instant. the top slid down from your chest to riki’s lower abdomen, the cool air instant hitting your perked nipples.
his breath hitched in awe, a hunger in his eyes replaced with something for a second, maybe adoration, or even some sort of warmth. “god,” he whispered, the words a prayer on his tongue.
the hands from your waist slid up to your chest, his warm and rough hands cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples. your body arched into his hands, a needy and genuine sound tearing through your throat as you rocked against him, layers of clothing between your lower bodies feeling like a barrier.
outside the room – thumping music, other girls with elder men, and the clock ticking of his old life – had ceased to exist. there was only the seeking want of your bodies, the slick of leaking heat, and the taste of red wine and sweat on hus lips when you had finally crashed your mouth to his, the kiss all tongue, teeth and a desperate oxygen.
it was a kiss that felt less like a promise and reckoning, but more of the beginning of something new, something more.
he broke the kiss, panting hot air as he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes wild and dilated. “tell me your name,” he demanded, voice rough against your lips. “your real one, please.”
the words made you swallow a thick lump, your own breath coming in short of gasps. you could lie, you should lie. but between the two of you, you knew you didn’t want to. after you gave him a lap dance on a heart-shaped bed, after you flashed your tits to him, with your skin under his hands, and his wrecked future in the heat between the both of you, it felt like the only thing you should tell him.
you exhaled a shaky breath, opening your mouth to answer. “i’m–”
“who the fuck is in there? hurry up! i have a client here, and you know the policy, you’ve been in there for more than 15 minutes!”
you gasped at your co-worker's words, pushing riki down with some sort of secrecy. “give me a second, i’m finishing up!” you lied with an apologetic look down at riki, whose eyebrows furrowed.
riki, with a disgruntled look and almost regret, reached into his wallet, pulling out a thick wad of bills, he didn’t count it, but rather pushed you off his body and threw the cash at you. green bills flying over the place as he stormed out of the room in a rage, not even bothering to thank you – leaving you half naked, door wide open with your co-worker and her client staring in disbelief.
as riki walked down the hallway, his mind raced with emotions, regret, confusion, rage. he couldn’t place a finger on it, his hand pushed the door to room 109 with a loud bang, making every single person in there jump.
“we’re leaving,” he growled out, cheeks flushed red.
the silence was deafening; if something from outside had even dropped, you would be able to hear it.
jake was the first one to speak, letting out a low whistle as he looked him up and down, eyes lingering on his boner and the wet stain. “damn, ki. she… wow, she did a number on you.” he raised an eyebrow, finally looking back at his mad expression.
jungwon chirped in, hand rubbing the hostess's lower back softly. “you okay, man? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“we are leaving.” his voice left no room for any sort of argument, as he turned on his heel, expecting the other two men to follow him, which they did, saying goodbye to their ‘desserts’ with a kiss and a call me motion.
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a month goes by, and riki could still feel the ghost of your lotus perfume on his skin.
he say stiffly on the black leather sofa in the apartment he shared with sooha, morning news droning on about trafficking, local politics and assumed doxxing of the president. the soft sunlight streamed through the blinds, small specks of dust floating.
everything was clean, quiet, how they should be. a photo of the couple, ‘smiling’ at a strawberry garden, sat on the shelf close by the television. it felt like the perfect life, or what should be perfect.
sooha scooted closer, her head an uncomfortable weight on his shoulder as her finger hooked around the string of his hoodie, giving it a soft tug. “they’re saying it’ll rain later,” she hummed, her voice soft with what many would consider as ‘wifey material’. “maybe we should move in the sofa on the patio, and don’t forget about the cake tasting at three.”
he made a noncommittal grunt in his throat, eyes fixed on the news reporters moving lips, yet nothing clicked in his brain, mind elsewhere and trapped in the memory of the heartshapped bed.
the feeling of it – the sticky leather under his thighs, to the plush hot pink of the bed. the smell of a perfume cut by his own adrenaline that was almost haunting, how the lotus scent had clung to him as he made his way back to the hotel.
the sound, not the television, but the wet rustle of fabrics, a sharp inhale, a moan that wasn’t fake, and a voice, one low, like you’ve had this happen to you before, asking, “do you want to be free, mr groom-to-be?” you didn’t know his name, and he felt attached.
“riki?” sooha’s voice rang straight through the memory, tingling with an annoying and gentle concern. “honey, you’re tensing up again. is it work? all the merger stuff?”
she shifted to look up at him, her thigh wrapping on his as her eyes were wide and caring. he forced himself to meet her gaze, offering a a smile that was too fake to even be classified as one, but sooha, blinded by love, didn’t notice it. “yeah. just… work, y’know?” he huffed, looking back up at the television. “alot on my mind.”
to be fair, it wasn’t a complete lie, he was clouded with the merger at his frim. but, it wasn’t the main thing that was occupying his thoughts, the main thing was the black, smoky eyeshadow and the way her hips moved like she was trying to make him forget about sooha.
he saw it every night when his eyes shut tight. not the full ordeal, but fragments of the events. the way your back arched as his hands cupped your chest. the way your lips parted as you moaned. the face you made as he threw his money at you in a rage, your skin unde his palms.
it was almost devastating how much he missed the moment when you were bare from chest to your waist, the way in his mind, you were his and he was yours. he’d replay the moment he’d asked you for your real name a thousand times, the silence before you wouldve answered only to be ruined with his own panic.
‘we are leaving.’
he’d fled, tear himself from the room, from you, as if the building was burning down. he’d dragged out a confused jake and a whiney jungwon into the cold, ashy, night time air, the neon orange sign now a glow on their back.
he’d spent the cab ride to the hotel in silence, his body radiating a desired heat that he couldn’t ever solve.
and for what? to return to this bullshit of a ‘home’. to mornings on a black leather sofa that resembled the booths where you first met. to cake tasting and moving furniture. to no sex what so ever, and a future that he could see before him. one very boring, very predictable.
sooha’s phone buzzed against her lap, a reminder of the cake tasting flashing against the screen – her wallpaper a photo of the two of them when they first met in high-school. her smile widened at the sight. “the baker said she has a new lotus buttercream she want’s us to try. sounds perfect for out wedding doesn’t it?”
lotus. those words felt absurd, annoying. and in a way, painstaking – thats what you smelt like, it practically made his teeth ache. he could vividly see the wine in the ice bucket, the way the taste of grape burned his throat.
“yeah, perfect.” he grumbled, words feeling more forceful than not.
he gently pushed her off, pretending to stretch his limbs. “i’m gonna grab a shower before the day gets going, okay?”
sooha’s eye’s widened at his actions, before letting out a sigh. it must’ve been stress, yeah, stress. “okay, honey. don’t take long we have to–”
“i know, cake tasting. stop repeating yourself.” he sighed, one more aggressive than before as he walked away, disappearing down the hallway.
he braced his hands against the wall of the shower, allowing the spray of water that he’d think is the perfect temperature, which is now more colder than usual, his head hanging in an emotion he couldn’t put his finger on.
the water couldn’t wash it away, the memory of you crawled in your skin, in his brain.
'do you want to be free?'
he had left the club that night thinking he was running away from any regret, from any mistakes. but, it cost him a month of sleepless nights and distracted him from his job, his annoying fiance, and the truth.
he didn’t run away, rather back to the cage he was trapped in for the rest of his life.
when he closed his eyes, he didn’t see sooha’s face or the lotus cake. he saw the velvety curtains, the glowing numbers of 109. he saw a pair of eyes that looked at him and saw the man trapped inside something he didn’t want to be a part of. he could see his own hand, the money you sat in as a substitute for what he’d really wanted to give you – you being on the sofa instead of sooha.
once he opened his eyes once again, all he could see was the raging boner he sported against his stomach. with a loud groan, his rough hands wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking up and down.
his fingers traced each vein as he grunted, the image of you imprinted in his mind. he imagined how you would look on your knees, how your pretty lips would wrap around his cock. his fist ran up and down his cock faster, to the point he could see stars.
“fuck, right there…” he moaned to himself, head thrown back as he felt his stomach churn, before a loud groan escaped his lips, cum dribbling out from the head of his cock before falling onto the tiled ground, soft splats echoed through out the bathroom only to be drowned out by the sound of water.
he didn’t want to open his eyes, yet he had to eventually. he wasn’t in that fantasy land he dreamed of, rather he was back in the shower, one of the apartment he shared with sooha. with a final breath, he turned off the water – the ghost of the lotus scent still lingering in the air.
and for the first time within a month, the answer he was looking for was clear: he needed you, this instant. he loved you, as crazy as it sounded, he wanted you, not sooha.
the steam clung to the tiles, droplets traced a slow path downwards as riki stood there, towel wrapped low around his wairs, his black hair damn against his neck.
he walked out of the bathroom, plush carpet muffling his steps against the carpet. sooha, who was still sitting on the sofa, was now scrolling through her phone, most likely looking at the floral arrangements and seating plan.
the morning light caught the tiny diamond of her engagement ring, sending a soft glittering shimmer across the wall.
“sooha.”
his voice was quiet, yet it wasn’t his usual nervous calm voice. it held more power, confidence, something that was going to destroy her.
she looked up from her phone, smile wide as if she was about to comment on the flower arrangements, before faltering at the sight of riki’s face.
“we need to talk.” he stated bluntly, eyes dark. “now.”
the next hour was a blur of straight foward sentences which were met with silence and silent tears. he hadn’t mentioned you, nor the club. no, that would’ve been wrong. he spoke of not feeling the spark after 10 years, the feeling that he was living a life made for someone else.
he had used words such as “unfair to you” as well as “finding myself”, which were true in their own aspects, but felt fake and hollow even to him.
they were polite and acceptable to the public eye, but to speak the truth, what he really meant was: ‘i’ve met a woman at a strip club that jake and won dragged me to, she showed me what it felt like to be seen, to actually get my dick wet unlike you and your rules. i hate it, i hate how i was living under your shadow. i can’t deal with it anymore.’
he packed a single large bag, movements swift and fast, he wanted to leave the dumpster fire as fast as he could, while sooha sat shivering on the edge of what used to be their bed, face red and hot from tears and sorrow.
as he left, he didn’t look back, nor did he feel any guilt. rather, he felt a sense of excitement and giddyness for the first time in forever. he didn’t head straight to jake or jungwon’s place. they would’ve welcomed him, sure, but with shit eating grins, which would’ve made him was to punch their perfect faces.
instead, he drove.
the city blurred past his car windows, each house in the neighbourhood blending into one as he drove further and further away into the afternoon. the sky was a orange, the neon orange sign now off, building looking deserted and empty in the daylight.
his heart hammered against his ribs, this was fucking insane. you were a fantasy for men, a persona. you wouldn’t be there, nor would you remember him. you wouldn’t care.
but something in his mind pushed him. he had to know, had to see if the lotus was real or just a trick of his mind, his desperation.
he parked in the almost empty parking lot, each step towards the entrance feeling heavier and regretful, he could remember it, the fateful night. a bored looking man in a security shirt was smoking by the dumpster, the bud glowing a orange as well.
riki took a large gulp, saliva burning his throat before he approached the man. “i’m looking for someone,” he said bluntly, voice steadier than he felt. “she works here, dances, strips, whatever. goes by the stage name… ‘cleo’?”
the guard took a drag, eyeing riki’s expensive jacket and the panicked and eager look in his eyes. “don’t know ‘er, girls come and go around here.”
“please.” riki reached for his wallet, not for cash to bribe the guard with, but a small reumpled recepit he found ages ago, in the pocket of his jeans. one the back, in a moment of a sort of vulnerability in the first week, he had scribbled information he could remember to the best of his abilities: 109, lotus, cleo. “it’s important.”
the guard, glanced at the pathetic piece of paper before shrugging with almost sympathy. “try coming back after seven, sometimes they come in early to get dolled up. but i ain’t promising ‘thing.”
with a defeated sigh, riki nodded thanking the guy as he dragged his feet to the seven-eleven nearby, purchasing a can of hosegarden and a pathetic sandwich.
the hours until seven felt like forever. he sat in the passenger seat of his car, phone connected to the aux, playing different rnb song’s as he watched the sun set, the sky shifting into tones of orange and pinks that reminded him of the club.
when he saw the first glow of the ‘pyramids’ sign flicker up, he got out, practically running around to the back of the dimly lit alley way, watching figures arrive. different women with large makeup cases. a man carrying a crate of liquor and drugs.
and as he was about to give up, he saw you. you stepping out of a car that was rusted, and modest.
you something casual, the warmth before stripping it all away within a few seconds. your face was free of any sort of dramatic eyeshadow, you looked younger, more real, and even more beautiful than the beauty he saw in the private room. you were checking your phone with a frown etched into your face.
his breath caught, every cell in his body screamed to run to you. to hold you, kiss you. but he froze, the reality crashing down onto him. what the fuck was he doing? stalking a stripper in the alley way? after what, one lap dance? this was the actions of a psycho.
but when you looked up, eyes scanning over the alleyway, passing over him as he was nothing before you did a double take, eyes snapping back.
your body went frigid.
everything had stilled around you, the city sounds, thumping base being tested inside of the club, the flickering of the alley lights – it had all dissolved into the back of your mind. there was only twenty feet of ruined pavement between you and the customer you couldn’t keep your mind off of.
you remembered.
slowly, you tucked your phone into your pocket, face still. you didn’t smile, nor did you look away. you just looked at him, head tilting slightly, the same unnerving look in your eyes. waiting for him to move.
he found his feet moving slowly, before he was sprinting across the alleyway, with a flushed face until he stood before you, bendin g down to catch his breath – the scent of lotus filling your nose, mixing with the clean detergent and smokey air.
it was the real you.
“hi,” he panted, words sounding ridiculous.
“hi,” you replied, voice the same tone that he had first heard when you entered the shared room. it wasn’t a performance, but just you.
“i’m riki.”
“i’m… aware.”
the air filled with an awkward silence, making you bounce on your heels as you waited for his words.
“i left her,” he blurted out, the hard-cold truth spilling out of his mouth. “i called it off– i called off the wedding. i’m… i’m here.”
your eyes squinted at him as you studied his expression, his posture, looking at the shadows under his eyes, the tension in his jaw, raw hope with the fearful expression.
you didn’t look triumphant. you didn’t look seductive – just… normal.
“why?” you finally asked, the words almost devastating.
he wanted to say more, for anything to explain the heartbreak of a woman that he had caused, all because of you. all he had was the sharp truth.
“because you asked me if i wanted to be free.” he sighed, taking a shaky breath. “and… the answer is yes, it’s you. always been you. as stupid as it may sound, since the moment you had walked into that room. i completely forgot about her, about everything.”
a slow smile touched your lips, not the persona nor was it something disingenuous, but something softer and more real. it practically lit up your face. you took a small step closer, closing the distance between you. you reached out, not to touch him, but to brush the drop of sweat away from his temple.
“y/n,” you said softly.
his eyes caught yours in confusion, eyebrows furrowed softly. “what?”
“my name is y/n,” you repeated.
his breath hitched for a second. he captured your hand, holding it against his cheek, eyes snapping closed for a second, before opening them wide open, as if he thought he was dreaming. the world not a blur, but rather something else, like it answered a prayer.
“y/n,” he repeated, your name a whisper, a beginning. the solid ground he needed to return to, as if he had known you for years. in the alley, the club, the past – it had melted away. it was only you and the decision he had made.
without a word, he grabbed your wrist, dragging you to his car. you didn’t argue with him, infact, you allowed him to manhandle you, you wanted this – if atleast what you’re thinking would happen is about to happen.
the sound of the back cardoor opened snapped you out of your thoughts. you looked up from the concret floor, tracing the line of his body, from his feet, to his long legs, to his undeniable hard on to his flushed face.
he was giving you a chance to leave – but you didn’t. you practically jumped in to the car, crawling against the soft leather of the seats, ass shaking lightly as an invitation for riki. and he didn’t hesitate at it.
he climbed in behind you, his lankyness never a trouble for stuff involving sex. the door slammed shut with a soft jitter, before his hands found your waist, fingerings lingering at the band of your sweats.
with a moan and a nod, he smirked, fingers dipping under the waistband of your pants, pushing them down to your knees – revealing what he had missed the first time. the smell of your arousal instantly hit his nose, making him moan.
he could see the damp spot against the thin fabric that covered nothing, his thumb slowly rubbing your needy hole. “already so wet for me…” he mumbled to himself, his teeth coming to bite the soft flesh of your ass.
“can’t wait to taste this sweet thing…” he coo’d, pushing the small fabric to the side, landing a small kiss against the wetness of your hole. the words hung in the air as he breathed against your skin.
a high, broken sound tore from your throat, one of pure sensation. your fingers gripped the cool leather of the car seats as his tongue traced slow circles around the your gasping hole – his thumb slowly finding your clit, matching the motion of his tongue against your hole.
your legs thrashed softly, only to be held down by riki’s free hand as his tongue pushed into you, the hot muscle pressed inside you with a relentless pace. the air being thick with the sound of your shared breaths and the slick of his mouth on you.
he let out a low hum, vibrating against your core – making you jolt upwards, the strength in your arms faltering as your face planted onto the seats. the grip firm against your thigh as his tongue and thumb worked together to get your stomach churning – perfect circles with sent shocks up your spine.
“riki–” you gasped, his name a plea and prayer that dissolved into a moan as his free hand slid from your thigh to your hip, his nails digging into the plush of your skin, angling you just to you could take his tongue deeper.
his eyes were shut tight, drinking you in, tasting you as if it was his last meal he’d ever eat, every choked-off cry and moan was music to his ears.
he had pulled back, just enough to speak, voice ragged and breath hot against your soaked skin. “so… fucking good… you taste so delicious, baby.” before you could say anything, he was back on you again. his tongue flat, rough and broad all at once lapping up every bit of your slick before pushing it back inside, deeper than the last, as if he couldn’t get enough.
everything outside the car was a blur, fading into the sensation of his mouth and pressure of his thumb. you could feel your stomach coil, a pressure that you needed to release asap. “riki–! i– i need too–” you gasped, back arching in desperation for more.
“fuck, cum on my face–” he grunted, kissing your clit before delving in for more. his grunts muffled by your puffy pussy. with his words, you felt your stomach let go – walls tightening around the muscle of his tongue and dripping your release onto it.
not once did he let go, his mouth attached to you as if he was made for it. the sensation was almost too much to the point you had to use your hand to push him off your pussy – even then he was reluctant.
“fu–ck riki,” you panted, chest heaving as you yelped at the stinging of cool air against your twitching pussy. “as much as i want you to eat me… fuck, out. i need you in me…” you gasped.
if riki wasn’t hard before, he was certainly harder than ever now. without a word, he had spat against your pussy, watching it glid down to your pulsing hole, his middle and index finger slowly moving in and out, curling to find the spot that would make you cry.
with a few thrusts of his fingers, you let out a whine, one embarrassing even for you. your hands clasped around your mouth as a way to shut yourself up, before riki reached over to pin your hands against your back. “don’t cover your mouth, ‘wanna hear you and how good you take me.”
he pulled out his fingers once he thought you were ready, a whimper escaping your lips at the lose of him – only to shut up at the sound of his tip slapping against his lower abdomen. with a soft gulp, you peaked over your shoulder to look at him – and fuck, he was big.
you could remember how he looked a month ago, but this was even better. the way riki’s body was still toned – maybe even more than last time, that path of hair now slightly thicker, the glimpse of a new tattoo on his side. it was everything you dreamed of.
you pushed your ass backwards, as if to say you were ready, earning a chuckle from the man. “‘yer gonna have to work for it, pretty.” he hummed, taking a seat against the leather, bringing you to straddle his lap.
you let out another whine at his words, work for it? that was ridiculous, atleast thats what your brain thought. your hands went straight to work, stroking the tip of his cock softly before hovering over him, your slick running down your thighs as you felt the thick head enter you.
as you slowly sank down on him, you both let out a sharp moan and groan in unison, your stomach feeling more fuller than ever.
“oh god–” you cried as you felt him poke your cervix, your walls stretching to fit him – his stupidly perfect, big cock that made your head spin. for a moment, you just stayed there, sat there impaled and trembling – every singly throb and twitch of his cock making you moan softly.
his rough hands, oh how you missed them, held your hips steady, not letting you move as he rested his forehead against his shoulder as a low rumble escaped his chest. “so fucking tight… just– sit. let me feel you.”
he was trying his best not to fuck you right there. you unintentionally clenched around him, walls squeezing his cock as a plea. he groaned, hot breath against your clothed shoulder, fingers digging into your skin under the sweater. “that’s it… just like that. show me how much you want it.”
slowly, he began to guide you, his fingers digging into your hips that’ll leave bruises for the next day, lifting you up until it was only the head that remained, before pushing you down on his dick, making your stomach burn.
his eyes were locked to where you were both joined, watching your slick coat him everytime you weakly pushed up and down, a soft foam forming between you two. “that’s it, pretty. work for it – show me you’re mine.” his voice was dark and possessive.
his panting hit your neck before his teeth found your skin, biting against the salt, marking you and claming you with every slow stroke.
a hand slid from your waist, up your stomach, to your breast, his thumb flicking your nipple through your thing bra, a string of moans escaping your lips as you gripped his shoulder, leaving scratch marks with your nails.
“ki–” you whined, hips tired yet still going. you could feel the skin wrap around his cock against your stomach – mind dizzy.
your voice made him growl, his eyes dark with an animalistic intent. before he could control himself, he set himself at a pistoning pace – his thrusts harsh and rough, the tip of his head gliding up your cervix slowly.
“riki–riki–” you gasped, his name a prayer on your tongue as you felt tears prick up in the corner of your eye.
your stomach felt full and heavy, you felt your orgasm slowly leak against his cock, your tits jiggling under one of his hands and the car rocking violently – but you couldn’t care less. neither of you did.
“oh fuck– y/n,” he grunted, his thrusts harsh but sloppy as he felt his orgasm – his chest and balls tightening. “‘m gonna cum in you– fuck, breed you– so you don’t have to come and work here.” he growled, biting your neck and leaving marks.
“pleasepleaseplease–” you gasped, eyes widening as you felt a gush of liquid escape you, soaking riki’s cock and the leather seats under you both. drool leaking from your mouth as you felt him thrust three more times before his hot seed spilled deep into you.
both of your pants filled the car, the smell of sex and fogged up windows harsh evidence of it. before you could think about it, your lips latched onto his, tasting yourself on his tongue. a rough groan vibrated against his chest into yours as you made out with him, his fingers cradled your jaw as he deepened the kiss. it was messy and possessive.
he pulled away with a smirk, eyes heavy. “you liked that,” he breathed against your lips, his thumb brushed your cheek, still damp from earlier and you weren’t sure if it was swear or something else. “could feel you falling apart on my cock.” he rumbled, hooking your underarms softly to pull you off his chub.
“come on, sweetheart. you still gotta make money, yeah? for us.” he hummed, sliding your panties back to normal, watching how the cum slowly leaks through – yet he could care less, nor could you. his fingers ran through your fingers softly, flattening it out to atleast look presentable.
“go get dolled up for me, okay? i’ll watch you from the booth’s, 'cleo'.”
“come on, riki. it’d be fun, wouldn’t it?” jake nagged, shaking his forearm desperately, pointing towards the bright orange sign ‘pyramids’, his lips in a pout and eyes wide. “just think about it, for your bachelor's party, we go in there, strippers all around us in a private room!”
riki’s body slowly got pushed by his other friend, jungwon, inching slowly towards the club. “it’s like your last chance of freedom, riki, it’ll be your last time before you get married, live a little!” he hummed, the orange finally hitting his body. he could hear the don toliver blasting from the outside of the club – he could feel the bass pumping through his chest.
“pyramids…?” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows with suspicion, as he looked between the two grinning men, with a soft sigh, and under no pressure at all, he reached into his back pocket to take out his id card. “fine, but since it’s my bachelor party… i get first dibs.”
the light reflected off jake’s eager and excited grin, staining jungwon’s white shirt. each step of the way, riki held a smile on his face, in all honesty, he didn’t want to marry her, sooha. it was too fast, the agreement, the young love, it was something he would’ve dreamed of in high school, but now he was 25, stuck in something he didn’t want.
with a fina shake of his head and a smirk, riki handed his id to the bouncer, who couldn’t care less about who came and how old they were, unhooking the red rope, glaring them down until they disappeared into the dark.
as the three walked deeper, they could feel their soles peel off the floor – smells of booze, sex and cheap cologne filling their nostrils in an instant, strobe lights cutting through the fog and smokey air, blinding them.
“see, told you it’d be a good idea!” jake yelled directly into his ear, as they sat down at a booth next to the stage. the pole was shining against the dancer’s sweaty, glittery bodies, money being thrown at them as if they were nothing, just a meer tool of entertainment.
jungwon let out a low whistle as he noticed a hostess in an outfit that was more skin than any sort of fabric approach them with a smile and in rollerskates.
“hiya!” she exclaimed cheerfully, sliding menu’s to the three hungry men. “welcome to the pyramid, i’m your host for tonight, wh’d you like to take a look at the food menu or… our exclusive one?” she hummed, leaning against the sticky table, her cleavage practically in jungwon’s face while waving the bunny shaped paper.
“exclusive.” jake said a little too fast, eyes not once looking up at her face, as he wiped the drool from his lips, “we’ll take the exclusive one.”
the woman giggled, sliding it slowly against the table before skating away, not forgetting to blow a kiss towards the flustered jungwon.
“i’m dibsing her, you got that?” he murmured, eyes lingering on her uncovered behind, as he pointed at the other men, who were laughing at the sight of his chub in his jeans. jungwon’s hands didn’t even drop to hide it – rather, he was trying to flex it, to attract attention, even.
both riki and jake threw their hands up as a surrender, a way to back off of jungwon’s claim as they searched the menu. jake’s smile grew wide as he saw the name of one of the, as the club would call it, ‘desserts’, puppy.
with a giddy smile, he finally slid the menu to riki with a wink, finger lingering on the woman he thought riki would’ve liked – and oh boy was jake more than right. – you. on the paper, you were titled as ‘cleo’.
he swore he had never seen such beauty, not when sooha was in high school, and certainly not now. he could feel his pants tighten up, the fabric feeling heavy against his boner. “her. i want– no, need her.” he hitched.
he couldn't care less about the laughter from the other two men, as he raised his hand up almost at the speed of light to call the host back, the sound of skating filling his ears as she arrived once again.
“what can i do for you gentlemen?” she hummed, resting her hand on jungwon’s shoulder, lightly squeezing, feeling how tense he is. “i see you’re looking at our exclusive menu, wanna order one of our ‘desserts’?”
“please.” jungwon whined, looking up at the woman with almost glossy eyes. “We’ll order them, for me i want you, for jake – the brunette, we want ‘puppy’ and for this… soon-to-be husband, we want ‘cleo’.”
“soon-to-be husband, aye?” the woman smiled brightly, grabbing jungwon’s wrist, guiding his hand around her waist. “why don’t ya follow me, handsomes?” she hummed, slowly skating towards a velvety pink curtain, holding it open for them. “room 109, will be there shortly!”
she skated past the men, further down the hall, where a door sat, labelled ‘desserts’ in glowing pink lights. it was… fitting to say the least.
the hallway had absorbed the club’s music, the bass disappearing to be replaced with a low thrum. the air now cooler and laced with a perfume that did little to mask the scent of sweat and salty sex.
the walls were drapped with velvety curtains – ones mixed with deep reds and golds, each of them hiding a private room behind them, the number 109 glinting softly under the dim lights.
jungwon pushed the curtain aside with eagerness, revealing a heavy black metal door, which made him groan for the hard labour to get into the room. he nudged it open with his arm, finally revealing the room.
it was one that was of medium sized, as in the room there was a red-velvet sofa wrapping around the walls, as in the center a stage was lit with a silver pole straight through the middle, walls dusted in glitters. the air conditioner was placed on full, raising the hair’s along riki’s arm.
“last change of freedom?” riki murmured to himself, as he slid into the booth, feeling the velvet of the sofa to be cold and slightly sticky.
“oh come on, ki, don’t look so grossed out,” jake laughed, slapping his shoulder as he sat away from him, manspreading. “‘yer bout to have an experience even your fiancee would never give you, y’know about her preaching sex after marriage.”
the word ‘fiancee’ didn’t hurt as much as riki thought it would, sooha. her smiling face, the way she’d plan the wedding from the first day they started dating in high school, to the pressure in her voice when they talked about kids.
it was too much, it felt like a room too small for two. without a word, he grabbed the bottle of cheap wine from the icebucket in the center of the table, pouring a generous glass – downing it in one go.
jungwon and jake let out low whistles as they watched riki drink his, what he’d like to say, ‘sorrows’ away. before riki could pour a third or fourth glass, the curtains swished open a loud shrill.
the hostess had skated in first, playful as she winked at jungwon, who instantly sat up straighter, legs spread wider as he winked back. behind her, came in two other women – the one’s that the group had ‘ordered’.
next, was a women with her hair in twin pigtails as she bounced into the room, a leather collar sat against her neck with a leash connected, which she placed in jake's hand, before kneeling between his thighs and nuzzling his knee with a grin. “woof,” she hummed, voice playful.
jakes face lit up as he curled the leather between his fist, pulling it closer to him, so her palms could sit against his thigh. “hey there, puppy.”
riki’s legs bounced in anticipation as he waited for you to enter. was he going to get catfished? did you not look like yourself? did he order the wrong person–
the air shifted as you entered, and riki’s heart had stopped entirely.
the meny description and photo did you no justice, ‘cleo’. you moved with a seductive elegance that was oddly hot with the tacky setting around you. your eyes were lined with black, smoky eyeshadow, which found riki’s own immediately.
a small knowing smile rested on your lips, not one of a performative grin of the hostess, or the dumb one of your coworker – puppy – but something more quieter. the gold fabric of your outfit barely covering anything, the onlything under was the small bikini set.
riki felt the air leave his lungs, if his pants couldn’t get tighter before, they were even tighter now. it was a feeling of unsettling desire and recognition, as if he’d been waiting for a moment like this his whole life. as if he had dreamed of seeing you walk through those curtains, as he waited in the sticky booth.
“must be the almost-husband” you hummed, voice dropping low, but enough to cut through the club’s obnoxious music. you didn’t wait for an invitation, instead you slid beside him on the sticky velvet, leg brushing his as you rested your hand on his bicep – a warm jolt sliding through him.
“that’s me,” riki managed, voice a slight mumble, and rougher than he needed it to be. he took a quick sip of wine from the bottle itself.
to the left, he had noticed jake’s fly already down, as he pulled ‘puppy’s’ leash upward – a soft gagging sound filling his ears.
to his right, he sees the hostess from before, now slowly grinding the bikini bottoms she wore against jungwon’s boner, his face stuffed between her bare breasts as her top hung god knows where.
riki made a face of disgust at the sight, before looking back at you with a sigh – a bubble of silence forming between the two of you. you studied him, head tilting with a squint of your eyes. he could smell the lotus from your perfume.
“you don’t seem very… happy,” you hummed, finger tracing the soft lines of his muscles, a pout highlighting the gloss of your lips. “most bachelor parties are… eager. well, the groomsmen are, and clearly yours are ecstatic about this.”
riki let out a short laugh, deprived of any sort of humour. “maybe i’m not most bachelors.”
“clearly,” you coughed out, gaze direct. “what’s her name?”
the air between the two of you filled with something out of place, one that stunned him to the point he couldn’t hide. “sooha,” he mumbled, voice as soft as a secret.
“do you love her?”
he should’ve been offended by your words. should’ve said it wasn’t any of your business, that he was paying you to get his dick wet and not a therapy session. but the wine he downed echoed in his mind, like he needed to tell you. the view of the glowing orange sign, etched into his head, had felt like the point of no return – all it did was loosen his mouth.
“i did. once. or i thought i did, now it just feels… like a chore.”
you nodded slowly, as if he had confirmed your speculations, which he had. “a chore? that’s a strange way of saying the beginning.” your body moved closer to his, breasts pressing against his forearm, lips close to his face, and for a wild second, he thought you were going to kiss him. instead, you whispered against his cheek, breath hot in the cool air, “do you want to be free, mr groom-to-be?”
he froze at your words, reality hitting him. he was engaged. he was going to have a wife in three months time, what was he doing at a strip club. yet, he didn’t feel any sort of sadness, the way you said it, like a spell, it made his skin spike.
he swallowed the lump in his throat, glancing down at your shining lips. “what are you offering?” he whispered back, heart hammering against his ribs.
your smile returned, one more smirk and mischievous like than enjoyment. you stood up, extending a hand – gold fabric of your outfit shimmering against the lights. “a dance. for the almost-husband, a story for the future. maybe something more.”
hypnotized, he placed his hand in yours, your skin cooler than the aircon. you led him past the stage, pushing open the heavy door with your shoulder, leaving the room with him. in the back, he could hear the wolf whistles of his friends, and jakes moans.
the air had shifted as you dragged him past every repeating door, only to push the one at the end of the hallway open, one revealing a bed – a heart shaped bed, decorated in hot pinks and reds.
your hand had shoved him down onto the bed, letting him lay down against the soft covers, hips instantly straddling his waist, as heavy breathing filled the room. the music had seemed to shift, through riki’s head, all he could think about was how beautiful you looked. not sooha. not his friends. not the wedding, nor the future. but you and how your body swayed.
you began to move, to the rhythm of whatever song was echoing in the speakers from the stage. each beat a guide of your hips as your lower half moved slowly against riki’s half-hardened cock.
this wasn’t your usual routine, you had rarely even brought anyone back here, unlike some of your co-workers. you weren’t fast, nor were you what people would call ‘boring’. your hands stayed idle against his upper abdomen, soft panting escaping both of your lips. a soft, vulnerable moan escaped your lips with the arch of your back. you could feel your bottoms slick up, your stomach pooling with desire.
riki’s hands go to grip your wrist, pushing them higher against his body, resting on his chest – as if he wants you to do more than grinding against his hard-on. and you listened, customer’s always right, arent they?
your fingers pressed against his hard nipples through the button-up, earning a loud groan from his lips, one that vibrated through your palm. this wasn’t any sort of performative one like a porno you’ve starred in, but it was real. something that burnt under your skin, your urges to strip away from your persona filling your mind.
it wasn’t about ‘cleo’ and him, but you and him, this desperation, a friction. something to spark any relationship between you and him. not his fiance, but you.
“harder,” he rasped, voice wrecked in way’s you’ve never heard from any man. his hands left your wrist, sliding down your sides to grip your hips, fingers digging into your bare skin. he took over each thrusts, guiding your own movement as his thrusts meet your grinds with something that stole air from your lungs.
the sound of fabric rustling and the bed creaking from beneath you, combined with the slick sound of fabric on fabric, too lewd to even comprehend. you could feel the wet heat browning between you, a small patch developing on your bottom and riki’s jeans.
his earlier vulnerability now gone and consumed with a hunger. he watched your face, from how your lips parted and how your eyes fluttered close – he was trying to memorise every reaction he pulled from you, like he’d never see you again. it wasn’t about the money or customer service anymore, this was about pleasure.
“take it off,” he growled, eyes glancing down at the buttons of his own shirt, where small water particles dampened.
a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine, there was a rule for everyone: never more than a dance, never more than a blowjob. the real treat was served somewhere else, for a much larger price range and with stricter views. but, to you, the rule book was a myth; it was gone in an instant when you saw him walk through the door.
your fingers, which were trembling now, not from any sort of fear, but a need that mirrored his, went to work on the buttons. one. two. three. with each one removed, more of his torso was revealed to you, the slightly tanned skin, hard planes of his stomach, a fair trail of dark hair leading down to his pants.
you pushed the fabric aside, letting him shrug it off his shoulders, letting it pool behind him on the pink sheets. the sight of him under the amber lights was more clearer than any sort of fantasy in your mind or sold.
you let your hands map the warmth of his skin, nails scrapping lightly against his nipples, a hiss escaping his lips, as he let his head fall back against the velvet on the bed.
“your turn,” he grunted, gaze dropping to the flimsy gold ties that held your top together, his words werent a request, but a demand.
every part of your body screamed at you, telling you no, don’t. you could lose your job. hostess. management. every deal you could’ve gotten. but it was too late, you’ve already crossed the line of no turning back, the pounding in your ears matching the bass of the music.
holding his gaze, your fingers reached back, fumbling with the string before pulling, gold fabric loosening in an instant. the top slid down from your chest to riki’s lower abdomen, the cool air instant hitting your perked nipples.
his breath hitched in awe, a hunger in his eyes replaced with something for a second, maybe adoration, or even some sort of warmth. “god,” he whispered, the words a prayer on his tongue.
the hands from your waist slid up to your chest, his warm and rough hands cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples. your body arched into his hands, a needy and genuine sound tearing through your throat as you rocked against him, layers of clothing between your lower bodies feeling like a barrier.
outside the room – thumping music, other girls with elder men, and the clock ticking of his old life – had ceased to exist. there was only the seeking want of your bodies, the slick of leaking heat, and the taste of red wine and sweat on hus lips when you had finally crashed your mouth to his, the kiss all tongue, teeth and a desperate oxygen.
it was a kiss that felt less like a promise and reckoning, but more of the beginning of something new, something more.
he broke the kiss, panting hot air as he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes wild and dilated. “tell me your name,” he demanded, voice rough against your lips. “your real one, please.”
the words made you swallow a thick lump, your own breath coming in short of gasps. you could lie, you should lie. but between the two of you, you knew you didn’t want to. after you gave him a lap dance on a heart-shaped bed, after you flashed your tits to him, with your skin under his hands, and his wrecked future in the heat between the both of you, it felt like the only thing you should tell him.
you exhaled a shaky breath, opening your mouth to answer. “i’m–”
“who the fuck is in there? hurry up! i have a client here, and you know the policy, you’ve been in there for more than 15 minutes!”
you gasped at your co-worker's words, pushing riki down with some sort of secrecy. “give me a second, i’m finishing up!” you lied with an apologetic look down at riki, whose eyebrows furrowed.
riki, with a disgruntled look and almost regret, reached into his wallet, pulling out a thick wad of bills, he didn’t count it, but rather pushed you off his body and threw the cash at you. green bills flying over the place as he stormed out of the room in a rage, not even bothering to thank you – leaving you half naked, door wide open with your co-worker and her client staring in disbelief.
as riki walked down the hallway, his mind raced with emotions, regret, confusion, rage. he couldn’t place a finger on it, his hand pushed the door to room 109 with a loud bang, making every single person in there jump.
“we’re leaving,” he growled out, cheeks flushed red.
the silence was deafening; if something from outside had even dropped, you would be able to hear it.
jake was the first one to speak, letting out a low whistle as he looked him up and down, eyes lingering on his boner and the wet stain. “damn, ki. she… wow, she did a number on you.” he raised an eyebrow, finally looking back at his mad expression.
jungwon chirped in, hand rubbing the hostess's lower back softly. “you okay, man? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“we are leaving.” his voice left no room for any sort of argument, as he turned on his heel, expecting the other two men to follow him, which they did, saying goodbye to their ‘desserts’ with a kiss and a call me motion.
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a month goes by, and riki could still feel the ghost of your lotus perfume on his skin.
he say stiffly on the black leather sofa in the apartment he shared with sooha, morning news droning on about trafficking, local politics and assumed doxxing of the president. the soft sunlight streamed through the blinds, small specks of dust floating.
everything was clean, quiet, how they should be. a photo of the couple, ‘smiling’ at a strawberry garden, sat on the shelf close by the television. it felt like the perfect life, or what should be perfect.
sooha scooted closer, her head an uncomfortable weight on his shoulder as her finger hooked around the string of his hoodie, giving it a soft tug. “they’re saying it’ll rain later,” she hummed, her voice soft with what many would consider as ‘wifey material’. “maybe we should move in the sofa on the patio, and don’t forget about the cake tasting at three.”
he made a noncommittal grunt in his throat, eyes fixed on the news reporters moving lips, yet nothing clicked in his brain, mind elsewhere and trapped in the memory of the heartshapped bed.
the feeling of it – the sticky leather under his thighs, to the plush hot pink of the bed. the smell of a perfume cut by his own adrenaline that was almost haunting, how the lotus scent had clung to him as he made his way back to the hotel.
the sound, not the television, but the wet rustle of fabrics, a sharp inhale, a moan that wasn’t fake, and a voice, one low, like you’ve had this happen to you before, asking, “do you want to be free, mr groom-to-be?” you didn’t know his name, and he felt attached.
“riki?” sooha’s voice rang straight through the memory, tingling with an annoying and gentle concern. “honey, you’re tensing up again. is it work? all the merger stuff?”
she shifted to look up at him, her thigh wrapping on his as her eyes were wide and caring. he forced himself to meet her gaze, offering a a smile that was too fake to even be classified as one, but sooha, blinded by love, didn’t notice it. “yeah. just… work, y’know?” he huffed, looking back up at the television. “alot on my mind.”
to be fair, it wasn’t a complete lie, he was clouded with the merger at his frim. but, it wasn’t the main thing that was occupying his thoughts, the main thing was the black, smoky eyeshadow and the way her hips moved like she was trying to make him forget about sooha.
he saw it every night when his eyes shut tight. not the full ordeal, but fragments of the events. the way your back arched as his hands cupped your chest. the way your lips parted as you moaned. the face you made as he threw his money at you in a rage, your skin unde his palms.
it was almost devastating how much he missed the moment when you were bare from chest to your waist, the way in his mind, you were his and he was yours. he’d replay the moment he’d asked you for your real name a thousand times, the silence before you wouldve answered only to be ruined with his own panic.
‘we are leaving.’
he’d fled, tear himself from the room, from you, as if the building was burning down. he’d dragged out a confused jake and a whiney jungwon into the cold, ashy, night time air, the neon orange sign now a glow on their back.
he’d spent the cab ride to the hotel in silence, his body radiating a desired heat that he couldn’t ever solve.
and for what? to return to this bullshit of a ‘home’. to mornings on a black leather sofa that resembled the booths where you first met. to cake tasting and moving furniture. to no sex what so ever, and a future that he could see before him. one very boring, very predictable.
sooha’s phone buzzed against her lap, a reminder of the cake tasting flashing against the screen – her wallpaper a photo of the two of them when they first met in high-school. her smile widened at the sight. “the baker said she has a new lotus buttercream she want’s us to try. sounds perfect for out wedding doesn’t it?”
lotus. those words felt absurd, annoying. and in a way, painstaking – thats what you smelt like, it practically made his teeth ache. he could vividly see the wine in the ice bucket, the way the taste of grape burned his throat.
“yeah, perfect.” he grumbled, words feeling more forceful than not.
he gently pushed her off, pretending to stretch his limbs. “i’m gonna grab a shower before the day gets going, okay?”
sooha’s eye’s widened at his actions, before letting out a sigh. it must’ve been stress, yeah, stress. “okay, honey. don’t take long we have to–”
“i know, cake tasting. stop repeating yourself.” he sighed, one more aggressive than before as he walked away, disappearing down the hallway.
he braced his hands against the wall of the shower, allowing the spray of water that he’d think is the perfect temperature, which is now more colder than usual, his head hanging in an emotion he couldn’t put his finger on.
the water couldn’t wash it away, the memory of you crawled in your skin, in his brain.
'do you want to be free?'
he had left the club that night thinking he was running away from any regret, from any mistakes. but, it cost him a month of sleepless nights and distracted him from his job, his annoying fiance, and the truth.
he didn’t run away, rather back to the cage he was trapped in for the rest of his life.
when he closed his eyes, he didn’t see sooha’s face or the lotus cake. he saw the velvety curtains, the glowing numbers of 109. he saw a pair of eyes that looked at him and saw the man trapped inside something he didn’t want to be a part of. he could see his own hand, the money you sat in as a substitute for what he’d really wanted to give you – you being on the sofa instead of sooha.
once he opened his eyes once again, all he could see was the raging boner he sported against his stomach. with a loud groan, his rough hands wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking up and down.
his fingers traced each vein as he grunted, the image of you imprinted in his mind. he imagined how you would look on your knees, how your pretty lips would wrap around his cock. his fist ran up and down his cock faster, to the point he could see stars.
“fuck, right there…” he moaned to himself, head thrown back as he felt his stomach churn, before a loud groan escaped his lips, cum dribbling out from the head of his cock before falling onto the tiled ground, soft splats echoed through out the bathroom only to be drowned out by the sound of water.
he didn’t want to open his eyes, yet he had to eventually. he wasn’t in that fantasy land he dreamed of, rather he was back in the shower, one of the apartment he shared with sooha. with a final breath, he turned off the water – the ghost of the lotus scent still lingering in the air.
and for the first time within a month, the answer he was looking for was clear: he needed you, this instant. he loved you, as crazy as it sounded, he wanted you, not sooha.
the steam clung to the tiles, droplets traced a slow path downwards as riki stood there, towel wrapped low around his wairs, his black hair damn against his neck.
he walked out of the bathroom, plush carpet muffling his steps against the carpet. sooha, who was still sitting on the sofa, was now scrolling through her phone, most likely looking at the floral arrangements and seating plan.
the morning light caught the tiny diamond of her engagement ring, sending a soft glittering shimmer across the wall.
“sooha.”
his voice was quiet, yet it wasn’t his usual nervous calm voice. it held more power, confidence, something that was going to destroy her.
she looked up from her phone, smile wide as if she was about to comment on the flower arrangements, before faltering at the sight of riki’s face.
“we need to talk.” he stated bluntly, eyes dark. “now.”
the next hour was a blur of straight foward sentences which were met with silence and silent tears. he hadn’t mentioned you, nor the club. no, that would’ve been wrong. he spoke of not feeling the spark after 10 years, the feeling that he was living a life made for someone else.
he had used words such as “unfair to you” as well as “finding myself”, which were true in their own aspects, but felt fake and hollow even to him.
they were polite and acceptable to the public eye, but to speak the truth, what he really meant was: ‘i’ve met a woman at a strip club that jake and won dragged me to, she showed me what it felt like to be seen, to actually get my dick wet unlike you and your rules. i hate it, i hate how i was living under your shadow. i can’t deal with it anymore.’
he packed a single large bag, movements swift and fast, he wanted to leave the dumpster fire as fast as he could, while sooha sat shivering on the edge of what used to be their bed, face red and hot from tears and sorrow.
as he left, he didn’t look back, nor did he feel any guilt. rather, he felt a sense of excitement and giddyness for the first time in forever. he didn’t head straight to jake or jungwon’s place. they would’ve welcomed him, sure, but with shit eating grins, which would’ve made him was to punch their perfect faces.
instead, he drove.
the city blurred past his car windows, each house in the neighbourhood blending into one as he drove further and further away into the afternoon. the sky was a orange, the neon orange sign now off, building looking deserted and empty in the daylight.
his heart hammered against his ribs, this was fucking insane. you were a fantasy for men, a persona. you wouldn’t be there, nor would you remember him. you wouldn’t care.
but something in his mind pushed him. he had to know, had to see if the lotus was real or just a trick of his mind, his desperation.
he parked in the almost empty parking lot, each step towards the entrance feeling heavier and regretful, he could remember it, the fateful night. a bored looking man in a security shirt was smoking by the dumpster, the bud glowing a orange as well.
riki took a large gulp, saliva burning his throat before he approached the man. “i’m looking for someone,” he said bluntly, voice steadier than he felt. “she works here, dances, strips, whatever. goes by the stage name… ‘cleo’?”
the guard took a drag, eyeing riki’s expensive jacket and the panicked and eager look in his eyes. “don’t know ‘er, girls come and go around here.”
“please.” riki reached for his wallet, not for cash to bribe the guard with, but a small reumpled recepit he found ages ago, in the pocket of his jeans. one the back, in a moment of a sort of vulnerability in the first week, he had scribbled information he could remember to the best of his abilities: 109, lotus, cleo. “it’s important.”
the guard, glanced at the pathetic piece of paper before shrugging with almost sympathy. “try coming back after seven, sometimes they come in early to get dolled up. but i ain’t promising ‘thing.”
with a defeated sigh, riki nodded thanking the guy as he dragged his feet to the seven-eleven nearby, purchasing a can of hosegarden and a pathetic sandwich.
the hours until seven felt like forever. he sat in the passenger seat of his car, phone connected to the aux, playing different rnb song’s as he watched the sun set, the sky shifting into tones of orange and pinks that reminded him of the club.
when he saw the first glow of the ‘pyramids’ sign flicker up, he got out, practically running around to the back of the dimly lit alley way, watching figures arrive. different women with large makeup cases. a man carrying a crate of liquor and drugs.
and as he was about to give up, he saw you. you stepping out of a car that was rusted, and modest.
you something casual, the warmth before stripping it all away within a few seconds. your face was free of any sort of dramatic eyeshadow, you looked younger, more real, and even more beautiful than the beauty he saw in the private room. you were checking your phone with a frown etched into your face.
his breath caught, every cell in his body screamed to run to you. to hold you, kiss you. but he froze, the reality crashing down onto him. what the fuck was he doing? stalking a stripper in the alley way? after what, one lap dance? this was the actions of a psycho.
but when you looked up, eyes scanning over the alleyway, passing over him as he was nothing before you did a double take, eyes snapping back.
your body went frigid.
everything had stilled around you, the city sounds, thumping base being tested inside of the club, the flickering of the alley lights – it had all dissolved into the back of your mind. there was only twenty feet of ruined pavement between you and the customer you couldn’t keep your mind off of.
you remembered.
slowly, you tucked your phone into your pocket, face still. you didn’t smile, nor did you look away. you just looked at him, head tilting slightly, the same unnerving look in your eyes. waiting for him to move.
he found his feet moving slowly, before he was sprinting across the alleyway, with a flushed face until he stood before you, bendin g down to catch his breath – the scent of lotus filling your nose, mixing with the clean detergent and smokey air.
it was the real you.
“hi,” he panted, words sounding ridiculous.
“hi,” you replied, voice the same tone that he had first heard when you entered the shared room. it wasn’t a performance, but just you.
“i’m riki.”
“i’m… aware.”
the air filled with an awkward silence, making you bounce on your heels as you waited for his words.
“i left her,” he blurted out, the hard-cold truth spilling out of his mouth. “i called it off– i called off the wedding. i’m… i’m here.”
your eyes squinted at him as you studied his expression, his posture, looking at the shadows under his eyes, the tension in his jaw, raw hope with the fearful expression.
you didn’t look triumphant. you didn’t look seductive – just… normal.
“why?” you finally asked, the words almost devastating.
he wanted to say more, for anything to explain the heartbreak of a woman that he had caused, all because of you. all he had was the sharp truth.
“because you asked me if i wanted to be free.” he sighed, taking a shaky breath. “and… the answer is yes, it’s you. always been you. as stupid as it may sound, since the moment you had walked into that room. i completely forgot about her, about everything.”
a slow smile touched your lips, not the persona nor was it something disingenuous, but something softer and more real. it practically lit up your face. you took a small step closer, closing the distance between you. you reached out, not to touch him, but to brush the drop of sweat away from his temple.
“y/n,” you said softly.
his eyes caught yours in confusion, eyebrows furrowed softly. “what?”
“my name is y/n,” you repeated.
his breath hitched for a second. he captured your hand, holding it against his cheek, eyes snapping closed for a second, before opening them wide open, as if he thought he was dreaming. the world not a blur, but rather something else, like it answered a prayer.
“y/n,” he repeated, your name a whisper, a beginning. the solid ground he needed to return to, as if he had known you for years. in the alley, the club, the past – it had melted away. it was only you and the decision he had made.
without a word, he grabbed your wrist, dragging you to his car. you didn’t argue with him, infact, you allowed him to manhandle you, you wanted this – if atleast what you’re thinking would happen is about to happen.
the sound of the back cardoor opened snapped you out of your thoughts. you looked up from the concret floor, tracing the line of his body, from his feet, to his long legs, to his undeniable hard on to his flushed face.
he was giving you a chance to leave – but you didn’t. you practically jumped in to the car, crawling against the soft leather of the seats, ass shaking lightly as an invitation for riki. and he didn’t hesitate at it.
he climbed in behind you, his lankyness never a trouble for stuff involving sex. the door slammed shut with a soft jitter, before his hands found your waist, fingerings lingering at the band of your sweats.
with a moan and a nod, he smirked, fingers dipping under the waistband of your pants, pushing them down to your knees – revealing what he had missed the first time. the smell of your arousal instantly hit his nose, making him moan.
he could see the damp spot against the thin fabric that covered nothing, his thumb slowly rubbing your needy hole. “already so wet for me…” he mumbled to himself, his teeth coming to bite the soft flesh of your ass.
“can’t wait to taste this sweet thing…” he coo’d, pushing the small fabric to the side, landing a small kiss against the wetness of your hole. the words hung in the air as he breathed against your skin.
a high, broken sound tore from your throat, one of pure sensation. your fingers gripped the cool leather of the car seats as his tongue traced slow circles around the your gasping hole – his thumb slowly finding your clit, matching the motion of his tongue against your hole.
your legs thrashed softly, only to be held down by riki’s free hand as his tongue pushed into you, the hot muscle pressed inside you with a relentless pace. the air being thick with the sound of your shared breaths and the slick of his mouth on you.
he let out a low hum, vibrating against your core – making you jolt upwards, the strength in your arms faltering as your face planted onto the seats. the grip firm against your thigh as his tongue and thumb worked together to get your stomach churning – perfect circles with sent shocks up your spine.
“riki–” you gasped, his name a plea and prayer that dissolved into a moan as his free hand slid from your thigh to your hip, his nails digging into the plush of your skin, angling you just to you could take his tongue deeper.
his eyes were shut tight, drinking you in, tasting you as if it was his last meal he’d ever eat, every choked-off cry and moan was music to his ears.
he had pulled back, just enough to speak, voice ragged and breath hot against your soaked skin. “so… fucking good… you taste so delicious, baby.” before you could say anything, he was back on you again. his tongue flat, rough and broad all at once lapping up every bit of your slick before pushing it back inside, deeper than the last, as if he couldn’t get enough.
everything outside the car was a blur, fading into the sensation of his mouth and pressure of his thumb. you could feel your stomach coil, a pressure that you needed to release asap. “riki–! i– i need too–” you gasped, back arching in desperation for more.
“fuck, cum on my face–” he grunted, kissing your clit before delving in for more. his grunts muffled by your puffy pussy. with his words, you felt your stomach let go – walls tightening around the muscle of his tongue and dripping your release onto it.
not once did he let go, his mouth attached to you as if he was made for it. the sensation was almost too much to the point you had to use your hand to push him off your pussy – even then he was reluctant.
“fu–ck riki,” you panted, chest heaving as you yelped at the stinging of cool air against your twitching pussy. “as much as i want you to eat me… fuck, out. i need you in me…” you gasped.
if riki wasn’t hard before, he was certainly harder than ever now. without a word, he had spat against your pussy, watching it glid down to your pulsing hole, his middle and index finger slowly moving in and out, curling to find the spot that would make you cry.
with a few thrusts of his fingers, you let out a whine, one embarrassing even for you. your hands clasped around your mouth as a way to shut yourself up, before riki reached over to pin your hands against your back. “don’t cover your mouth, ‘wanna hear you and how good you take me.”
he pulled out his fingers once he thought you were ready, a whimper escaping your lips at the lose of him – only to shut up at the sound of his tip slapping against his lower abdomen. with a soft gulp, you peaked over your shoulder to look at him – and fuck, he was big.
you could remember how he looked a month ago, but this was even better. the way riki’s body was still toned – maybe even more than last time, that path of hair now slightly thicker, the glimpse of a new tattoo on his side. it was everything you dreamed of.
you pushed your ass backwards, as if to say you were ready, earning a chuckle from the man. “‘yer gonna have to work for it, pretty.” he hummed, taking a seat against the leather, bringing you to straddle his lap.
you let out another whine at his words, work for it? that was ridiculous, atleast thats what your brain thought. your hands went straight to work, stroking the tip of his cock softly before hovering over him, your slick running down your thighs as you felt the thick head enter you.
as you slowly sank down on him, you both let out a sharp moan and groan in unison, your stomach feeling more fuller than ever.
“oh god–” you cried as you felt him poke your cervix, your walls stretching to fit him – his stupidly perfect, big cock that made your head spin. for a moment, you just stayed there, sat there impaled and trembling – every singly throb and twitch of his cock making you moan softly.
his rough hands, oh how you missed them, held your hips steady, not letting you move as he rested his forehead against his shoulder as a low rumble escaped his chest. “so fucking tight… just– sit. let me feel you.”
he was trying his best not to fuck you right there. you unintentionally clenched around him, walls squeezing his cock as a plea. he groaned, hot breath against your clothed shoulder, fingers digging into your skin under the sweater. “that’s it… just like that. show me how much you want it.”
slowly, he began to guide you, his fingers digging into your hips that’ll leave bruises for the next day, lifting you up until it was only the head that remained, before pushing you down on his dick, making your stomach burn.
his eyes were locked to where you were both joined, watching your slick coat him everytime you weakly pushed up and down, a soft foam forming between you two. “that’s it, pretty. work for it – show me you’re mine.” his voice was dark and possessive.
his panting hit your neck before his teeth found your skin, biting against the salt, marking you and claming you with every slow stroke.
a hand slid from your waist, up your stomach, to your breast, his thumb flicking your nipple through your thing bra, a string of moans escaping your lips as you gripped his shoulder, leaving scratch marks with your nails.
“ki–” you whined, hips tired yet still going. you could feel the skin wrap around his cock against your stomach – mind dizzy.
your voice made him growl, his eyes dark with an animalistic intent. before he could control himself, he set himself at a pistoning pace – his thrusts harsh and rough, the tip of his head gliding up your cervix slowly.
“riki–riki–” you gasped, his name a prayer on your tongue as you felt tears prick up in the corner of your eye.
your stomach felt full and heavy, you felt your orgasm slowly leak against his cock, your tits jiggling under one of his hands and the car rocking violently – but you couldn’t care less. neither of you did.
“oh fuck– y/n,” he grunted, his thrusts harsh but sloppy as he felt his orgasm – his chest and balls tightening. “‘m gonna cum in you– fuck, breed you– so you don’t have to come and work here.” he growled, biting your neck and leaving marks.
“pleasepleaseplease–” you gasped, eyes widening as you felt a gush of liquid escape you, soaking riki’s cock and the leather seats under you both. drool leaking from your mouth as you felt him thrust three more times before his hot seed spilled deep into you.
both of your pants filled the car, the smell of sex and fogged up windows harsh evidence of it. before you could think about it, your lips latched onto his, tasting yourself on his tongue. a rough groan vibrated against his chest into yours as you made out with him, his fingers cradled your jaw as he deepened the kiss. it was messy and possessive.
he pulled away with a smirk, eyes heavy. “you liked that,” he breathed against your lips, his thumb brushed your cheek, still damp from earlier and you weren’t sure if it was swear or something else. “could feel you falling apart on my cock.” he rumbled, hooking your underarms softly to pull you off his chub.
“come on, sweetheart. you still gotta make money, yeah? for us.” he hummed, sliding your panties back to normal, watching how the cum slowly leaks through – yet he could care less, nor could you. his fingers ran through your fingers softly, flattening it out to atleast look presentable.
“go get dolled up for me, okay? i’ll watch you from the booth’s, 'cleo'.”
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