Aeri’s mind went blank upon hearing Hide’s response.
It’s you, Aeri, kept replaying in her head like a broken record until it finally sank in.
“M-me?" she pointed to herself as if he had mistaken her for someone who was a few feet behind her.
Hide nodded, a chuckle leaving his mouth.
"Yes, you," he confirmed, his voice low and intense. "And I know you've been watching me.
She blinked. “Huh?”
He moved closer. “I know. You’ve been. Watching me.” he playfully booped her nose, a smirk tugging at his lip.
Yep. I’m officially in trouble now.
Her face turned red, and she cursed silently. Hide grinned, clearly enjoying the way her cheeks flushed a shade deeper. He leaned closer, closing the distance between them.
"I caught you, sweetheart. Watching from your balcony. Hoping on my live,” he teased.
She was speechless.
“H-how—"
Hide chuckled, clearly amused by her surprise. "Maybe next time, don't use the same username you use for your Instagram and Twitter for your OF account," he tilted his head to the side.
You know what? That one is on me.
“That’s one hell of a bold claim you’re making,” Aeri said. “I mean, there could be plenty of people with the same username as mine—”
“I never forgot your voice, sweetheart,” he cut her off, his eyes never leaving hers. "Since the day we met. When I first moved here. You asked if I needed help with my box. In Japanese." He smiled at the memory. "No one else sounds like you."
She was once again speechless. What could she say to that? He just admitted that he knew that it was her on his livestream and that he knew she was watching him from the balcony, but chose not to confront her about it.
Her shock made her laugh nervously as she stood up. “You’re insane.”
Hide's eyes darkened at her attempt to escape. He gently grabbed her wrist, holding her in place.
"Ah, ah, ah. You’re not running away that easily, sweetheart," he said firmly, standing up as well. "I’m not gonna bite. Unless you ask me to, of course."
Aeri still had her back faced to him. “If you knew it was me, why didn’t you say anything?”
He doesn’t answer right away.
It was almost like he was letting the silence hang in the air as he traced his thumb against her wrist. His grip isn't tight. It's patient. Like he's already won and he's just waiting for her to figure it out.
"Because, sweetheart," he finally spoke, voice low like he's letting her in on a secret, "watching you watch me was the most interesting thing that's happened to me in a very long time."
She looked at him. He took a step closer.
"Because saying something would've ended it. And I wasn't ready for you to stop watching yet," he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her skin. “And you and I both know that you want me just as much as I want you.”
Aeri swallowed. “You don’t know that.”
The smirk that followed held a wicked glint. “Oh, but I do, sweetheart,” he said, his tone now low and husky. “You joined my live. Stayed on my private. Watched me screw another woman against my glass door a second time.”
“That doesn’t mean—”
“If it didn’t mean anything, then you wouldn’t be here,” he cut her off, cocking his head to the side.
She had nothing.
He grinned, satisfied. "That's what I thought."
"I didn't agree with you—"
"You didn't have to." He stepped closer, close enough that she had to tilt her chin up to hold his gaze. "Your face did all the talking, sweetheart."
Her breath hitched.
Hide's free hand came up — not grabbing, not pulling. Just... hovering. His fingers traced the line of her jaw, featherlight.
"You've been thinking about it, haven't you?" he murmured.
"Thinking about what?"
He didn't answer right away. His fingers trailed down to her collarbone, then back up to her chin, tilting her face toward his.
"About what it would be like," he said softly. "If it was you instead of them."
Aeri's heart slammed against her ribs.
"I don't—"
“You weren’t just watching me through the window," he continued, his voice dropping lower, "You weren't just curious, were you?"
She swallowed hard.
"You were imagining it. Imagining yourself in her place." His thumb brushed her lower lip. "Wondering what my hands would feel like on your skin. What my mouth would taste like? What sounds I could pull out of you."
"Hide—"
"Don't lie to me, Aeri." His voice was gentle but firm. "Not now. Not here."
She was shaking. Or maybe that was him. She couldn't tell anymore.
He leaned in closer, his forehead almost touching hers. “That private live. The sounds you were making. The way you were moaning my name.” His voice dropped to a sultry whisper, each word deliberate, devastating. “You were pretending it was real. Pretending it was me.”
"I—" she began, but he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” he murmured, his voice low and husky with need.
She couldn't.
The word stuck in her throat, lodged somewhere between denial and surrender. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. No protest. No lie. No clever deflection.
"Tell me what you want, Aeri." His thumb traced the curve of her ear. "And I'll give it to you."
She looked at him — really looked at him. The dark eyes that had been watching her from across the courtyard. The smirk that had haunted her since the elevator. The man who had just seen her at her worst and stayed anyway. The man who knew she was watching him and didn’t mind it.
She exhaled through her nose, relaxing her shoulders.
“Just kiss me already.”
The smirk that spread across his face was slow, satisfied, and absolutely insufferable.
"Wise answer."
And then he kissed her.
His hand tangled in her hair while the other gripped her waist, pulling her closer as if he couldn't get enough of the taste of her. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers gripping his hoodie tightly.
His hand tangled in her hair while the other gripped her waist, pulling her closer as if he couldn't get enough of the taste of her. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers gripping his hoodie tightly.
Hide groans against her lips, encouraged by her response. He returns the kiss with equal fervour, his tongue dancing with hers in a heated tango.
As she pulled back to catch her breath, he kissed her neck instead, sucking lightly, marking her. She gasped and let her head fall back, giving him more access. His hands gripped her hips possessively, pulling her flush against him. She could feel his hardness in his sweatpants pressing against her stomach.
"That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs between kisses, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Let go, give yourself to me. Let me hear those sweet little sounds."
Aeri's breath came in short, desperate gasps as Hide's mouth worked magic on her neck. Each suckle sent sparks shooting down her spine, her thighs trembling. His words-those filthy, perfect words-sent her over the edge, her control snapping like a twig.
A ragged moan tore from her throat as she crushed her lips to his again, desperate and starving.
He backed her up against the glass door leading to his balcony, the cool surface feeling refreshing against her back, which was a total contrast to the heat he was stirring up inside her. He had her trapped between his arms, his body like a furnace pressed against hers. The lights in the courtyard blurred behind him, like a thousand stars watching her give in.
His lips never left her skin-not her mouth, not her jaw, not her throat. Each kiss was a claim, each touch a promise.
"Careful," he breathed against her ear, one hand sliding down to grip her thigh, lifting her leg around his waist. "Don't want anyone seeing what I'm about to do to you."
“You didn't seem to have any problem fucking those two girls here," she said between kisses.
"And you didn't seem to have any problem watching," he countered, smirking against her lips.
He unzipped her bodycon and pulled it down, taking in her lingerie.
"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her. The lace garment hugged her curves perfectly, the delicate fabric barely containing her full breasts and the soft swell of her hips. He ran a finger along the edge of the cup, his touch feather-light.
"All this for me," he smirked.
Not initially," she answered.
He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling against her chest as he leaned down to press a kiss to the valley between her breasts. "No?" His tongue traced the edge of her lace bra, wetting the fabric and making it see-through.
"And now?" He looked up at her, his gaze heated and challenging.
"Now," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair, "I'm hoping you'll make it worth my while."
His eyes flashed with pure delight.
"Worth. Your. While." He enunciated each word like a vow, his hands sliding down to the waistband of her thong. The lace slid down, and his groan was immediate, visceral.
Aeri yelped as he propped her legs over his shoulders and lifted her. He buried his face between her legs, his mouth hot and demanding against her core.
His hands gripped her thighs tightly as he feasted on her like a starving man. His tongue worked relentlessly, licking, sucking, and circling her clit until she was writhing against him.
"Shit, shit, shit. Hide... You're—" Her words dissolved into a broken, high- pitched cry as his tongue flattened against her clit, flicking rapidly.
Her back slammed against the glass, her fingers tangling desperately in his hair, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away.
"I'm what?" he murmured against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body before he sucked hard. "Use your words, sweetheart."
"I can't... So embarrassed," she whined, covering her mouth.
"Don't be embarrassed," he rasped, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles that made her thighs tremble against his shoulders. "Not when you're soaking my face. Not when I can feel exactly how much you love this."
He plunged his tongue deep inside her, groaning at her taste, and her entire body bowed off the glass.
"Look at you," he breathed, pulling back just enough to admire her wrecked expression, "the girl who peeped on me now shaking on my balcony, begging to be filled up by a stranger."
“I'm... I'm not begging—"
"Your pussy says otherwise." He shoved two fingers inside her without warning, curling them perfectly.
A sharp cry tore from her throat, her head falling back against the glass as her inner walls clenched tight around his fingers. He found that sensitive spot instantly, stroking it with ruthless precision that had her seeing stars.
"Hide-oh god, please..." Her legs trembled violently on his shoulders.
"That sounds like begging to me."
"Don't you fucking start—"
"Start what?" He added a third finger, stretching her perfectly as he pumped them in and out. "Talking dirty while I finger fuck you against my window? You love this, sweetheart-love that anyone could look up and see me making you fall apart."
"You're insane."
“And you're dripping all over me."
He curled his fingers again, hitting that spot that made her vision go white. The city lights behind her swam into blurs of colour- red, gold, white-nothing but fireworks now. Her grip on his hair tightened painfully as a whimper escaped her.
"One more," he warned, his voice dropping to that cruel, teasing tone.
Her thighs clamped around his head, but it was too late—his thumb pressed down on her clit as his fingers thrust deep, and she came with a broken scream, her whole body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
He held her there, buried inside her, fingers still working lazily as she rode through the aftershocks.
"Good girl," he murmured, finally pulling his fingers out and sucking them clean. She watched him through half-lidded eyes, still quivering, as he tasted her on his own skin. He leaned down to press a kiss to her clit, making her jolt weakly.
He slid her off his shoulders and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her thighs instinctively locking around his hips as he pressed her against the glass. Her backside was tingling, her thighs still quivering from the aftershocks as she looked at him-really looked at him.
His jaw was wet, his chin slick with her. And he looked smug. Insufferably, infuriatingly smug.
The kiss was slow this time, lazy-like, as if he had all the time in the world. She tasted herself on his tongue and felt her cheeks burn, but there was no shame in his mouth, only satisfied hunger. He deepened it anyway, one hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck, the other firm on her bare ass, keeping her anchored to him.
She clung to him, her face buried against his neck as he walked to his room. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, her body boneless and pliant after her orgasm. The cool night air hit her bare shoulders, and she shivered-not from the temperature, but from where they were going.
He kicked the bedroom door open, not breaking the kiss.
The bed hit her back as he lay her down gently, crawling over her like a predator claiming its prize. His eyes roamed over her body-the lace still clinging to her breasts, her thighs spread slightly, her cheeks flushed and messy.
"Still think I'm insane?" he asked, pulling off his hoodie with infuriating slowness.
"Insane is an understatement," she breathed, propping herself up on her elbows.
She watched him strip-every movement deliberate, meant to tease. He tossed his hoodie aside, revealing the hard lines of his torso. Her eyes traced the valleys of his muscles, the trail of hair leading down to his sweatpants.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, pausing for a moment to let her look. A wicked smirk played on his lips as he slowly pushed them down, revealing himself inch by torturous inch. When they finally hit the floor, he stepped out of them, standing before her completely naked.
"God," she whispered, her eyes widening. He was big, really big, and hard, the tip already leaking precum.
She licked her lips without thinking, her body responding instantly despite just coming minutes ago. He noticed the movement and laughed softly, running a hand down his length.
"Like what you see, sweetheart?" He stroked himself slowly, his hand wrapping around his thick shaft.
She scoffed despite her blush. “Don’t flutter yourself.”
“Always so cruel.”
He climbed onto the bed. His gaze locked with hers as he positioned himself between her legs. He reached behind her and unclipped her bra, slowly pulling the strap and discarding it to the floor, revealing her smooth breasts to his hungry eyes.
He took one breast in his large hand, squeezing and massaging before leaning down to capture the nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, then sucked hard, drawing a gasp from her. He transferred his attention to the other side, giving it equal treatment before kissing back up to her mouth.
"Condom," she managed to say between kisses, her head spinning from the attention to her breasts. He pulled back slightly, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on his length expertly.
"Ready?"
"Yes," she breathed.
He settled over her, propping himself up on his elbows to cage her in. He looked down into her eyes, his expression surprisingly serious despite the dirty smirk usually plastered on his face.
"Tap me if it's too much, alright?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead before lining himself up.
She nodded, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she prepared herself for his size. He pushed in slowly, inch by agonising inch, giving her time to adjust.
He was bigger than she anticipated. She tapped his arm gently when he hit a certain point.
He paused, his forehead resting against hers as they both caught their breath. "Okay?" he asked quietly, his voice rough with restraint. She nodded, her inner walls pulsing around him. He started moving then, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in-deeper this time, hitting a spot that made her gasp.
He paused, his forehead resting against hers as they both caught their breath. "Okay?" he asked quietly, his voice rough with restraint. She nodded, feeling the tension build within her. He began to move, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in—deeper this time, hitting a spot that made her gasp.
"Too much?" He asked.
She shook her head. "It's just been some time since I had a man in me."
"Been a while, huh?" His voice was low, almost amused as he stilled inside her, letting her stretch around his girth. He pressed a kiss to her jaw. "Then I'll take my time."
And he did.
Each thrust was measured, deep, and deliberate, filling her without rushing.
He set a slow pace, his hips rolling against hers in a steady rhythm. His pubic bone ground against her clit with every thrust, the dual stimulation making her legs wrap around his waist to pull him closer. He took his time exploring her body, kissing her neck, sucking on her collarbone, and palming her breasts.
"Hide..." She moaned.
"I'm right here, sweetheart," he breathed against her skin, his thrusts never faltering. He'd found that spot inside her that made her toes curl, hitting it over and over.
Her nails raked down his back, leaving faint red lines in their wake.
"Good?" he asked, pulling back to watch her face-the flush spreading down her chest, her mouth slightly open, her eyes glazed and unfocused.
She could only manage a nod, her head rolling back against the pillow as he changed the angle, driving deeper. His hand slid between them to rub slow circles on her clit while he fucked her.
"You’re going to make me come again," she warned, her voice high and breathy. He groaned against her neck, picking up pace slightly but keeping his strokes deep and deliberate.
"That's the plan," he murmured, his fingers moving faster against her clit.
Her inner walls started to flutter, her body tensing as the pleasure built. "Hide..." She whimpered, her legs tightening around him desperately.
He caught her mouth in a sloppy kiss, swallowing her moans as he thrust through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was a shaking, oversensitive mess beneath him.
He didn't stop, guiding her through every aftershock until she went boneless against the mattress. He slowed his thrusts, pressing tender kisses along her jawline as her breathing gradually slowed down. He pulled his hand away, gently wiping her slick against her hip.
"You okay?" he murmured, still buried deep inside her, his weight resting on his elbows to avoid crushing her.
She nodded weakly, her fingers loosening their death grip on his shoulders. "I'm good," she breathed, feeling completely wrecked in the best way possible.
She was oversensitive, her inner walls still fluttering around him, but she felt safe, oddly comforted by his weight pressing her into the mattress.
He kissed her temple softly. Then her lips.
The kiss was slow and deep, his tongue gliding against hers with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the rough sex they'd just experienced. His hips moved gently now, rolling instead of thrusting—focused more on connection than on pleasure. She melted into it, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer.
He kept the pace leisurely, his hands framing her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks as he explored her mouth. There was no rush now—the urgency had burned off, replaced by a heavy, lingering intimacy. She felt his heartbeat against her chest, the rhythm calming and grounding as he remained buried inside her, kissing her like they had all the time in the world.