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Three months. That's how long Riki and Jay had been secretly dating. Three months of stolen moments in private cars, of quick kisses in secure hallways, of careful touches that no one else would notice. Three months of keeping it hidden from everyone, Riki's manager, his security team, his friends. Because Jay was his bodyguard, and if anyone found out, Jay would be fired. The entire professional structure would collapse.
But they couldn't help it. The moment Jay started working for Riki, something had clicked between them. Jay's stoic, protective nature called to something in Riki. And Riki's beauty, his vulnerability, his willingness to be completely submissive with Jay…it had completely consumed Jay.
Now, Riki's phone buzzed constantly with messages. Messages from fans, from his manager, from his security team. But most importantly, the messages that made his blood run cold,
The threats.
"Death threat number seventeen came in this morning," Taesan said, his manager's voice grim as he held out a tablet for Riki to read. "Same IP as the others. The threats are escalating."
Riki scrolled through the message, trying not to let the fear show on his face. He was used to this by now, part of being a celebrity, part of being beautiful, part of being desired by millions of people. Some of those people wanted to love him. Some wanted to hurt him.
"We're intensifying security," Taesan continued. "Jay will be with you at all times now. No exceptions. No leaving his sight. No solo moments."
That had been three days ago. Three days of being constantly watched by Jay, constantly touched, constantly claimed in ways that only the two of them understood. Jay's possessiveness had escalated. His hand never left Riki's back. His eyes tracked every movement Riki made. His protective nature had become almost primal.
And Riki loved it.
The drive to the fan event took thirty minutes. Usually, Jay drove in professional silence, his hands on the wheel, his eyes on the road. But today, as they drove through the city streets with the privacy partition up between them and the driver, Jay's restraint was visibly slipping.
"The threats are getting worse," Jay said, his voice low and controlled. "We might need to consider canceling public appearances altogether."
"That's not possible," Riki said softly. "I have obligations. I have fans who expect to see me."
Jay's jaw clenched. He reached over and placed his hand on Riki's thigh, his touch possessive.
"I don't like other people looking at you," Jay said quietly. "I don't like the way they look at you. Like they own you. Like they have any right to you."
Riki felt heat pool in his lower belly at Jay's intensity. He placed his hand over Jay's, pressing it deeper into his thigh.
"I'm yours," Riki said softly. "Only yours, Jay. You know that."
Jay pulled the car into a quiet parking garage—one of the private ones used by celebrities to avoid paparazzi. There were no other cars here. No witnesses. Complete privacy.
He turned to face Riki, and his expression was intense, possessive, controlled.
"I need you to remember that," Jay said. His hand moved up Riki's thigh, pushing under the hem of Riki's designer shorts. "I need to remind you exactly who you belong to."
Riki's breath caught as Jay's fingers traced the edge of his underwear. They'd been careful in the penthouse, but here, in the car, with the windows tinted and no one around, Jay seemed to throw caution to the wind.
"Jay," Riki whispered, his voice shaky. "We shouldn't—"
"We're alone," Jay interrupted. His hand slipped under Riki's underwear, and he began to stroke Riki's pussy slowly, deliberately. "No one can see us. No one will know."
Riki's hips bucked involuntarily as Jay's fingers found his clit and began to work it with expert precision. Riki was already wet, already aroused just from Jay's closeness, from his intensity, from his possessive touch.
"Oh god," Riki gasped as Jay added a finger inside him, stretching him slowly.
Jay leaned over and kissed Riki then, his mouth claiming Riki's, his hand continuing its assault on Riki's pussy. He was building Riki's pleasure methodically, deliberately.
"You're so beautiful," Jay murmured against Riki's mouth. "So responsive. So perfect for me."
Jay's fingers moved faster, deeper, and Riki felt his first orgasm building. But Jay pulled away, leaving Riki gasping and desperate.
"Not yet," Jay said. He maneuvered Riki so that the smaller man was straddling his lap in the car seat, Riki's back against the window, Jay's hands gripping Riki's waist.
"Ride me," Jay commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to watch you come on my cock."
Riki lifted his hips as Jay freed his own cock, hard and demanding. Riki slowly sank down, feeling the familiar stretch, the incredible fullness as Jay filled him completely.
"Oh my god," Riki gasped as he began to move, his thighs working as he rode Jay's cock, his movements desperate and needy.
Jay's hands gripped Riki's hips, controlling his movements, dictating the pace. His eyes were dark with possession, tracking every movement Riki made, every expression that crossed his face.
"That's it," Jay grunted. "Ride me. Ride my cock."
Riki's movements became faster, more desperate. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside him that made him see stars. His pussy clenched around Jay's cock as he chased his orgasm.
"Come for me," Jay commanded. "Come on my cock. Show me you're mine."
Riki's orgasm hit hard and fast. His body convulsed as he came, his pussy clenching around Jay's cock, his whole body trembling with pleasure. The intensity of it made him gasp and cry out, not caring who might hear.
Jay came moments after, his release filling Riki completely, his hands pulling Riki close, his mouth finding Riki's neck to leave a mark that would be hidden under Riki's outfit and endless thick layers of makeup but that Riki would feel all day.
"You're mine," Jay whispered against Riki's skin. "No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to have you like this."
"I know," Riki said, completely satisfied despite the cramped space, despite the location, despite everything. "I'm completely yours, Jay."
They rearranged themselves quickly, and Jay drove the rest of the way to the fan event in tense silence, his hand occasionally finding Riki's thigh, his possessiveness now tangible in the car.
Riki was at a fan event, signing autographs and taking photos. Jay stood a few feet away, his expression blank, his body tense with readiness for any threat.
A man approached Riki's table, attractive, confident, with a charming smile. He placed a photo of Riki in front of him.
"Hi, Riki," the man said, his voice flirtatious. "I'm a huge fan. I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I was wondering if maybe you'd want to grab coffee sometime? Get to know each other better?"
It was harmless flirting, the kind Riki dealt with constantly. Usually, he handled it gracefully, with a polite smile and a deflection. But he made the mistake of looking at Jay.
Jay's expression hadn't changed. His face remained a blank mask. But his hands had clenched into fists. His jaw was grinding so hard Riki could see the muscle working. And his eyes, his dark eyes were blazing with an intensity that made Riki's pussy clench involuntarily.
Jealousy.
Pure, possessive, barely-contained jealousy.
"That's very sweet," Riki said to the man, but his eyes never left Jay's face. "But I'm not really available right now. I'm... taken."
The man's face fell, and he walked away. But Jay's expression only seemed to darken further.
When the event was over, Jay was more silent than usual, his movements sharp and controlled as he guided Riki back to the car. His hand was on the small of Riki's back, touching him constantly, claiming him in subtle ways that only Riki would notice.
In the car, the tension was suffocating. Jay's jaw remained clenched. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel.
"That was inappropriate," Jay said finally, his voice controlled but tight.
"What was?" Riki asked, feigning innocence, even though he knew exactly what Jay meant.
"The way you looked at him," Jay said. "The way you smiled at him, the way he smiled at 𝘺𝘰𝘶"
"I smile at everyone, Jay," Riki said. "It's my job."
"Not like that," Jay said. His voice was low, dangerous, controlled. "You don't smile at everyone like you wanted him to touch you."
Riki felt heat pool in his lower belly at Jay's possessive tone. "Is that what you think?" he asked softly.
Jay pulled into the underground parking garage of Riki's penthouse building. He turned to face Riki fully, and his expression was intense, focused entirely on Riki.
"I know what I saw," Jay said. "I know what I felt. The question is do you know what you're doing to me?"
The elevator ride up to Riki's penthouse was silent and tense. Jay stood close to Riki, close enough that Riki could feel the heat radiating off his body, close enough to smell his cologne mixed with something distinctly Jay.
When the elevator doors opened into Riki's penthouse, Jay didn't stop at the security checkpoint like he usually did. He followed Riki directly to the bedroom.
"Jay," Riki said softly, turning to face him. "What are you—"
"Shut up," Jay interrupted, his voice low and commanding. It was the first time Riki had ever heard him speak with anything other than professional detachment. "You need to understand something. You're mine. Not his. Not anyone else's. Mine."
He crossed the distance between them in two strides and cupped Riki's face in his hands. His thumbs traced along Riki's cheekbones with surprising gentleness, even as his eyes burned with intensity.
"I know I'm not supposed to feel this way," Jay said, his voice rough. "I know I'm your bodyguard. I know this is inappropriate. But I can't watch you flirt with other men anymore. I can't watch you smile at them like that. It's killing me."
Riki reached up and pulled Jay's shirt toward him, closing the distance between their bodies. "Then don't watch," Riki said softly. "Do something about it."
Jay kissed him then, and it was nothing like Riki expected. It wasn't gentle or careful. It was possessive and claiming and intensely dominant. His hand gripped the back of Riki's head, controlling the kiss, controlling Riki's movements. His other hand found Riki's waist, pulling Riki's body against his.
When he finally broke the kiss, Riki was trembling.
"I want you," Jay said, his voice harsh. "I've wanted you since the day I started working for you. But I need you to be sure. Because once I start, I'm not going to be gentle. I'm going to claim you completely. And you're going to belong to me."
"I'm sure," Riki said, and he meant it with every fiber of his being.
Jay guided Riki to the bed, laying him down gently despite the intensity burning in his eyes. He stood and began to undress, revealing the hard lines of his body, the broad shoulders, the muscular chest, the defined abs. He was built like a weapon, all strength and power.
Riki began to undress as well, pulling off his clothes slowly until he was lying on the bed completely naked. His pale skin looked almost fragile against the dark sheets, his pussy already glistening with arousal, his clit hardening in anticipation and those milky thighs begging to be stained and marked.
Jay climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Riki's thighs. He didn't speak, just looked down at Riki's body like he was memorizing every detail, every curve, every beautiful inch of him.
"You're perfect," Jay murmured, his hand tracing down Riki's side. "So delicate. So beautiful. And completely mine."
He lowered his head and his mouth found Riki's pussy. But unlike a careful, measured approach, Jay's was immediately intense and possessive. His tongue worked Riki's clit with direct pressure, his fingers pushing inside Riki with immediate intensity.
"Oh god," Riki gasped, his hands gripping Jay's dark hair. "Oh my god, yes."
Jay's technique was expert and focused. He seemed to know exactly where to touch Riki, exactly how much pressure to apply. His mouth worked Riki's clit while his fingers thrust inside him, finding that perfect spot that made Riki see stars.
"Tell me you're mine," Jay commanded against Riki's flesh. "Tell me you belong to me."
"I'm yours," Riki gasped. "Oh god, I'm completely yours hyung."
"Again," Jay demanded.
"I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours," Riki repeated, each word a desperate gasp.
Jay continued eating Riki out, building his pleasure methodically. He added another finger, stretching Riki, preparing him. His mouth never stopped working Riki's clit, never gave Riki a moment's respite from the overwhelming pleasure.
Riki's first orgasm came quickly and intensely. His pussy clenched around Jay's fingers, his body convulsing with pleasure. He came with a cry, his back arching off the bed.
But Jay didn't stop. He continued through the orgasm, prolonging Riki's pleasure, wringing every moment of ecstasy out of him.
When Riki's orgasm finally subsided, Jay positioned himself between Riki's thighs. He lined himself up and pushed inside slowly, letting Riki adjust to the stretch. Jay was bigger than Riki expected, and the initial push was intense, overwhelming.
"Breathe," Jay commanded, his voice surprisingly gentle even as he continued to push inside. "Just breathe. You can take it."
Once he was fully inside, Jay paused for a moment, letting Riki adjust. But only for a moment.
Then he began to move, and it was with the same intensity Jay brought to everything, controlled, powerful, completely dominating.
"You feel amazing," Jay grunted, his pace increasing. "So tight. So perfect."
He gripped Riki's hips and began to fuck him with intensity. His pace was relentless, his thrusts deep and powerful. Each movement pushed Riki closer to another orgasm.
"Whose pussy is this?" Jay demanded.
"Yours," Riki gasped. "It's yours, Jay. All yours."
"Louder," Jay commanded, his pace increasing.
"Yours," Riki screamed. "I'm completely yours."
Jay pulled Riki's legs up, resting them on his shoulders, changing the angle of penetration. This new position allowed him to go deeper, to hit that perfect spot inside Riki that made him see white.
"Right there?" Jay asked, knowing the answer from the way Riki's body responded, the way his pussy clenched around Jay's cock.
"Yes, yes, right there," Riki gasped. "Don't stop, please don't stop, please please please hyung."
Jay focused on that spot, thrusting repeatedly into it, building Riki's pleasure methodically. His breathing was harsh, his control slipping as he chased both Riki's pleasure and his own release.
"I'm going to come," Riki gasped. "Oh god, I'm going to come."
"Do it," Jay commanded. "Come for me. Show me you're mine."
Riki's second orgasm hit hard. His pussy clenched around Jay's cock, his body convulsing with pleasure. And this time, as he came, he squirted, the force pushed the cock inside of him out as the began to finger and lightly slap the squirting pussy.
"Fuck," Jay grunted, watching the evidence of Riki's complete pleasure. "You're squirting for me. Look at that. Look at how you respond to me."
Jay pushed back in and continued fucking him through the orgasm, his pace unrelenting. His breathing was becoming more ragged, his control slipping further as he chased his own release.
"You're mine," he said again, his voice primal. "Completely and entirely mine. No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else gets to see you like this. Only me."
He thrust deep once more and came, filling Riki completely with his release.
But Jay didn't stop. He remained inside Riki, his cock still hard, and he continued to move, his pace only slowing slightly.
"Let me," Riki said, his voice still shaky but gaining confidence. "Let me ride you."
Jay's expression shifted, a surprised satisfaction crossing his face. He pulled out and lay back on the bed, his impressive length standing at attention, glistening with Riki's arousal and Jay's release.
Riki straddled Jay's hips, his delicate frame positioning himself over Jay's cock like he did a while ago. He took a moment to look down at Jay's face, his dark eyes watching Riki with such intensity, such possession, that Riki's pussy clenched involuntarily.
"You're beautiful," Jay said softly, his hands finding Riki's waist. "So beautiful. My beautiful slut but only mine."
Riki slowly sank down onto Jay's cock, feeling the familiar stretch, the incredible fullness. Once Jay was fully inside him, Riki began to move, his thighs working as he rode Jay's cock.
"Oh god," Riki gasped as he found a rhythm, his movements slow and deliberate at first, building momentum.
Jay's hands gripped Riki's waist, his eyes never leaving Riki's face. He watched every expression that crossed Riki's features as Riki rode him, watched how Riki's body moved, how his pale skin flushed with arousal.
"That's it," Jay said, his voice rough. "Ride my cock. Show me how much you want it."
Riki's movements became faster, more desperate. He leaned back slightly, changing the angle, and it was perfect, hitting that spot inside him that made him see stars. His hands gripped Jay's chest for balance as he rode him harder, faster.
"You look so good riding me," Jay grunted. "So perfect. So fucking perfect, my perfect fucking slut."
Riki's muscles trembled as he moved, his thighs burning with exertion, but he didn't stop. He was chasing another orgasm, riding Jay's cock with single-minded determination.
Jay reached down and began to play with Riki's clit, his finger working it in circles as Riki rode him. The combined sensation of Jay's cock hitting that perfect spot inside him while Jay's finger worked his clit was too much.
"I'm going to come," Riki gasped. "Oh my god, I'm going to come."
"Do it," Jay commanded. "Come on my cock while you're riding me. Show me."
Riki's orgasm hit hard and fast. His body convulsed as he came, his pussy clenching around Jay's cock, his movements becoming erratic as pleasure overwhelmed him. And once again, he squirted, the evidence of his pleasure coating Jay's cock and dripping onto Jay's abdomen.
"Fuck," Jay grunted, watching the evidence of Riki's complete pleasure. "You're perfect. Absolutely perfect."
Jay's hands gripped Riki's waist more firmly, and he began to thrust upward, meeting Riki's movements, taking over the rhythm. He was chasing his own release now, using Riki's body, his pussy, his submission.
With a few more powerful thrusts, Jay came inside Riki, filling him with his release, his whole body going tense with pleasure.
They collapsed together, Riki falling onto Jay's chest, both of them breathing hard, both of them completely satisfied.
Jay pulled out and flipped Riki onto his hands and knees. He positioned himself behind Riki and pushed back inside, immediately returning to his relentless pace.
"I want to see this perfect ass," Jay said, his hand running over the curve of Riki's body. "I want to see how beautiful you are from this angle."
He began to move again, his pace aggressive and possessive. His hands gripped Riki's hips tightly, controlling every movement, dictating exactly how Riki's body moved on his cock.
And then his hand came down hard on Riki's ass in a sharp spank.
"Whose ass is this?" Jay demanded.
"Yours," Riki gasped.
Another spank, harder this time.
"Whose?" Jay asked again.
"Yours," Riki screamed. "Every part of me is yours, Jay. Only yours, yours, yours, yours."
Jay continued spanking Riki as he fucked him, his pace increasing with each spank. He left red marks on Riki's pale skin, each one a claim of ownership. His breathing was harsh, his control completely gone now.
He pulled Riki's hair, gripping it firmly, controlling his movements, forcing Riki's head back. He leaned down and spit in Riki's mouth, his actions deliberate and possessive.
"You taste like mine," Jay said roughly. "You smell like mine. You sound like mine when you come. There's no part of you that isn't mine."
He reached around and began to finger Riki while simultaneously fucking him, his fingers moving in sync with his cock. He was building Riki toward another orgasm with methodical intensity.
"You're going to come again," Jay commanded. "You're going to come for me while I fuck you."
Riki's third orgasm built quickly, intensely. Jay's cock was hitting all the right spots, his fingers were working Riki's clit with perfect pressure, and his possession was overwhelming.
When it hit, Riki came hard, his pussy clenching around Jay's cock, his body convulsing. And again, he squirted, his arousal coating Jay's cock and dripping onto the sheets.
"Yes," Jay grunted. "Yes, come for me. Come on my cock like the beautiful slut you are."
He came again, filling Riki with his release a second time.
They didn't stop. Jay had Riki move back onto his back, and he positioned himself between Riki's thighs again. This time, his mouth found Riki's pussy, and he began to eat him out with even more intensity than before.
His tongue worked Riki's clit while his fingers pushed inside him, stretching him, preparing him. He was building Riki's pleasure methodically, deliberately.
"How many times are you going to come for me tonight?" Jay asked, his mouth still against Riki's pussy.
"I don't know," Riki gasped, his body still oversensitive from multiple orgasms.
"Then I guess we'll find out together," Jay said. He continued eating Riki out, his technique expert and focused. He added a second finger, then a third, stretching Riki thoroughly.
Riki's fourth orgasm came more slowly this time, building gradually instead of crashing down suddenly. But when it hit, it was deeper, more intense, more overwhelming than the others.
"Good," Jay said, his voice carrying approval and possession. "You're doing so well for me. Taking everything I give you."
When Riki's orgasm finally subsided, Jay positioned himself again and pushed inside. This time, his pace was slower, more deliberate, but no less intense. His focus was on his own pleasure now, using Riki's body and his pretty velvet walls to chase his own release.
He was breathing hard, his control completely gone. He was fucking Riki hard and deep, his pace relentless. He reached down and began to play with Riki's nipples, pinching and twisting them roughly, making Riki cry out with each pinch.
"Who owns you?" Jay demanded.
"You," Riki gasped. "You own me. You own every part of me."
"Who?" Jay asked again, his voice rough.
"Jay," Riki said. "You own me, Jay. You're my owner."
Jay came inside Riki for the third time that night, his release filling Riki completely. He stayed inside, just breathing hard, his forehead pressed against Riki's shoulder, his arms wrapped around Riki's delicate frame.
By the time they were done, Riki had come so many times he'd completely lost count. His body was marked everywhere, hickeys covering his neck, shoulders, inner thighs. His ass was red from spanking, evidence of Jay's complete possession. His body glistened with sweat, with evidence of his pleasure, with Jay's marks of claim.
Jay finally pulled out and lay beside Riki, pulling him close. His arms wrapped around Riki's delicate frame, his hand tracing over the marks he'd left on Riki's body.
"You're mine," Jay said, his voice soft but carrying absolute authority. "No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to flirt with you. No one else gets you."
"I'm yours," Riki said softly, his voice hoarse from moaning. "Completely yours. I want to be yours."
"Good," Jay said. His hand continued to trace over Riki's marked body, and then he leaned down and kissed the top of Riki's head.
They lay together for a long time, Jay's arms wrapped protectively around Riki, Riki's body tucked against his. Riki could feel Jay's heartbeat gradually slowing, feel him relaxing as exhaustion began to claim them both.
"No one can hurt you," Jay whispered against Riki's hair. "Not while I'm here. I'll protect you. From everyone and everything but no one other than me can have you either."
"I know," Riki said softly. "I trust you."
And he meant it. He trusted Jay with his body, his safety, his heart. Jay was his protector in every sense of the word now.
Riki woke the next morning in Jay's arms, his body sore in the most satisfying way. The marks on his body were everywhere, evidence of the night before, proof that he'd been thoroughly claimed and owned and used.
Jay was already awake, watching Riki with an expression that was both satisfied and intensely protective.
"Morning," Jay said softly. His hand traced along one of the hickeys on Riki's neck.
"Morning, handsome," Riki replied and giggled. He tilted his head, allowing Jay better access to his neck.
"We need to talk about what this means," Jay said. "About us. About your security."
"I don't care about the complications," Riki said. "I don't care about what's appropriate or what's not. I want this. I want you."
Jay kissed him then, a slow, deep kiss that was nothing like the possessive claiming of the night before. This was intimate, tender, a promise of something deeper.
"Then you have me," Jay said. "Completely. I'm yours as much as you're mine."
They spent the morning together, and Jay made love to Riki again, slower this time, more gentle, but still with that underlying intensity that defined him. Every touch was a claim, every kiss a promise.
By the time evening came, Riki had completely submitted to Jay in every way. He belonged to Jay. Mind, body, and soul. And Jay made sure Riki knew it with every touch, every kiss, every moment they spent together.
When the threats came in again the next day, Riki wasn't afraid. Because he had Jay. His protector. His lover. And no one was ever going to hurt him while Jay was around.