I’m back with some interesting plot. Recently, bikers were all over my personal Instagram’s feed. So, I felt like I should write something about them. And here I am, writing a short story about biker and a barista. I chose barista because I want to. Don’t question my decision! >:(
Like the last story, this will be a less-quality work compared to print(“I <3 U”). So, be prepared for grammatical errors. Don’t you dare complaining about it. I allowed you to read this for free is already good enough.
Character: William “Willy” Lawson (barista, main character) X Blaze “Blazey” Herrington (biker, male lead)
Tropes: Cute, Comedy, Smut, Love at First Sight, Feel Good, First Time Fucking a Guy, whatever that comes to my mind (Random)
Enjoy the story!
nongzeph_
Hi.
My name is William Lawson.
Sometimes, people will call me Will or Willy Wonka, which I don’t know where I got my second nickname from.
But I’m fine with any of them.
I’m a barista at Café de Pain, a community-run café in University of San Eunosia, Xenia Campus.
Oh right, I’m a student in the Faculty of Business, because I love to torture myself.
When I meant torturing myself, I didn’t mean BDSM or anything. No!
I just… love to learn complex things.
Yes, I know that people in the engineering field, medical field, or even technology field have a very complex job.
But it’s not like business students don’t have to go through any shit and hell hole either.
Anyway, today is just a boring day—not really a lot of customers because they were focusing on studying for their exams.
Luckily, we cleared our exam before everyone so it’s a bit nicer.
But whatever.
Then, there’s one biker who decided to park their big bike in front of our café.
Well, a new customer for today.
The biker then removed his helmet.
Holy fuck.
“Are you drooling for him?” Louis, who is my coworker, asked, tapping my shoulder.
“He’s so hot,” I murmured under my breath.
He then removed his jacket, revealing his massive abs under his tight black tee, his skin was pale.
And I mean, PALE.
Literally ‘Nippon Paint Perfect White’ level of paleness.
His pants were beige cargo pants.
Literally the best combination that could’ve ever existed.
Holy fucking Jesus.
He slowly walked toward us.
“Dude,” Louis said, pushing me against the counter.
“Bitch, I’m shy,” I screamed, covering half of my face while looking at him.
“You’re scared of me?” the biker asked. “Come on, I won’t bite.”
His voice was honey coated.
It was very pleasant to hear.
“W-What can I get for you?” I asked, stuttering.
“I’ll just have one Iced Americano here, please,” he ordered.
“W-What’s your name, sir?” I asked, opening the cap of my marker. “Not that I’m a creep or anything. I just want to know your name for the order’s sake.”
“I’m Blaze,” he replied with a smile. “You can call me Blazey, though. Blazey the hot biker.”
“O-Okay, Mr. Blaze,” I nodded, writing his name and order on the cup.
“I’ll be paying by card,” he said, reaching out for his wallet.
“That will be $6.90,” I said, keying the amount of money into the card machine.
As he was tapping his card, our fingers touched slightly.
I almost jumped from how soft his skin was.
“I’ll be sitting there,” he said, pointing at the seat next to the big window.
I made the coffee in a flash, beating my own record of making coffee.
He was reading a book quietly and calmly.
I don’t know which story he was reading, but he looked so hot while reading.
“Here’s your cup of iced americano,” I whispered, gently placing the cup on the table.
“Thank you,” he said with a smile. “I’ll enjoy it.”
I felt that my face was burning.
“You’re getting blushy blushy, huh?” He asked. “That’s cute.”
“E-Enjoy your drink,” I stuttered before running back to my counter, hiding under the coffee machine.
Hours passed, it’s now 5 p.m.
The café is going to close for the day.
Louis did the job of washing mugs and machines.
Meanwhile, Blaze was very invested in his book.
As I was sweeping the floor, Blaze approached me.
“Hey,” he said, his voice soft. “Have anyone told you that you’re ugly?”
“Excuse me?” I shot back, looking at him with an offended sight.
“That’s because you’re not ugly,” he said, dropping one of the worst pickup lines ever.
“That’s the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard since my 23 years of existence,” I said, letting out one of the worst laughs I had since birth.
“You’re 23?” He asked, his eyes widened a little.
I nodded.
“I’m 27,” he said, placing his hand on his chest.
“Actually, we need to close for today now,” I said with an awkward grin. “You can come back tomorrow, though.”
“That sucks,” he pouted. “Can I have your number?”
“That was so sudden,” I said. “But sorry, I don’t give my number to other people.”
“Pwease?” He begged.
“Nope,” I teased and turned away, leaving him alone.
He slowly walked out of the café with sadness.
Fuck, what have I done?
I quicky grab a sticky pad and wrote down my number.
“Blaze!” I shouted as I ran out of the café.
He was about to wear his helmet.
“Mister Barista!” He screamed with joy, opening his arm wide.
Ugh, the way he looks was so fucking hot. I felt like I could die.
“I can’t see you being sad,” I said with a soft chuckle. “I have a weak spot for people when they’re sad.”
“Poor you,” he said, folding the note into his pocket. “Save my number, too.”
He then gave me a call.
“I’ll be going,” he said, wearing his coat. “See you tomorrow, cutie.”
“B-Bye,” I stammered, waving at him as he was revving away.
I walked back into the café and continued what I was supposed to do.
Half an hour later, we finished everything.
“What a tiring day,” Louis sighed, locking the entrance.
“It sure is,” I groaned, rubbing my temple.
“Get home safe,” he said, waving at me as we parted ways at the bus stop nearby.
While I was walking back to my apartment, I heard the hum of the engine behind me.
“Going home?” a man asked.
I turned back and saw Blaze with no helmet, smiling softly at me.
“I thought you already went home, no?” I asked back, looking confused.
“I was,” he said. “But I came out to get some food and then I saw you!”
“Nice to see you here, I guess?” I said awkwardly.
“Want me to drop you off at your place?” He offered.
“I’m already at my place,” I lied. “Get out.”
“Fine,” he said with a chuckle. “Good night.”
As he rode away, I let out a sigh.
Sometimes you just need to lie to shoo away people.
I quickly ran back to my apartment.
I got into the bathroom as soon as I reached my house.
I quickly took a hot shower and washed my hair.
It felt so relaxed after the chaos I had this evening.
I dried myself and put on a boxer, ready to sleep.
As I laid on my bed, my cat, Boxie, lay on my chest.
“Miss me?” I asked, kissing its face and rubbing its belly.
It just purred back at me.
Ugh, so cute.
“I’m so tired today,” I groaned, scratching its head. “Got a hot customer today. He’s a biker, too.”
Wait, why did I say that?
“Never mind,” I chuckled. “Let’s just go to sleep.”
I turned off the light and fell asleep a few minutes later.
Hours later, I finally woke up again.
I looked at my phone, checking the time.
It was already 8 a.m.
I overslept.
“Shit,” I screamed, throwing my blanket to the other side and running into the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth and rinsed my body in a flash as I was running late.
As soon as I wore my clothes, I sprinted out of the apartment toward the café.
Luckily, Louis was already there.
“You’re ten minutes late,” he said while mopping the floor.
“Sorry,” I panted heavily.
“It’s alright,” he laughed. “Go get changed.”
I walked to the locker room and changed into our uniform.
I hope it’s a good day today.
I walked out and stationed at the cashier, waiting for the first customer to arrive.
Ten minutes later, Blaze showed up.
“G’morning~” he said happily.
“What can I get you?” I asked, tapping the screen.
“I’ll have Iced Americano and Ham and Cheese sandwich here,” he said.
“Your total will be $11.80,” I announced the price.
“I’ll be paying with my card,” he said with a smug.
“Technically, it’s supposed to be card-only because we don’t take cash,” I shot back, crushing his pride.
“That’s fine for me,” he clapped back. “I don’t have cash on me anyway.”
“Alright,” I said, charging his card.
“I’m gonna go read a book over there,” he said, pointing at the same seat as yesterday.
“Here’s your pager,” I said, handing him the pager.
Our hands touched.
“Do you know you really have a nice hand?” He asked.
“I do know,” I said with a smile, teasing him.
I quickly brewed the americano. Then, I ran to the display case and transferred the sandwich into the oven, cranking the heat up to the level for three minutes.
Five minutes later, everything was ready to serve.
I rang the pager.
He put down his book and came toward me with a smile.
“Are you tired?” He asked. “Making coffee looks so tiring.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “It’s not that bad.”
“Here’s the pager,” he said, handing the buzzing pager to me.
“And here’s your coffee and sandwich,” I said, pushing the tray of his coffee and sandwich toward him.
“Thank you so much,” he said with a soft voice, picking up the tray.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” I asked.
“No~” he said, winking at me.
Shush.
I know you’re lying, Blaze.
I know.
“Anyway, enjoy your sandwich and coffee,” I said.
“Thank you,” he winked at me before walking back to his table slowly.
I watched him settle down and grabbed his book from the table again.
Why did I even focus on him?
I walked back to my counter and cleared some bills in the system.
Customers slowly flooded the café.
It’s normal.
But almost every time I stand at the pick-up counter, my eyes always laid on Blaze.
Why?
Why do I lay eyes on him?
Why must it be him?
I couldn’t understand myself at all.
He turned at me, looking straight into my eyes.
Fuck, our eyes met.
He grinned.
“I’m hot, aren’t I?” He mouthed, winking at the end of the sentence.
That caught me off guard.
I quickly went back and did what I was tasked with.
Hours later, customers slowly left the café.
Like yesterday, Blaze was the last customer, currently reading his romance book, while sipping on the same mug of coffee.
“Sir,” I said, touching his shoulder. “It’s time for us to close.”
“Can’t I stay here for a bit longer?” He whined. “I really enjoy sitting in here.”
“Unfortunately, you can’t,” I replied with a soft grin attached to my face.
“Aww shuck,” he pouted, shoving the book into his bag.
“What are you reading on, though?” I asked. “The book looks so interesting.”
“I’m currently reading print(“I <3 U”),” he said with a gleam.
“I see,” I nodded. “I’ll take a look at it later.”
“I normally read dark romance, though,” he added. “But this book is not that bad, too.”
“Alright,” I said. “Now go.”
He pouted before leaving the place.
Hah, so cute.
I slowly cleaned the place bit by bit. With the help from Yejun, we finished cleaning in twenty minutes.
“Today’s so tiring,” he sighed, inserting our timecards into the puncher.
“True,” I nodded.
Yejun looked through the gate.
“Isn’t that the biker?” He said with a questioning tone.
“What do you mean?” I asked, turning around.
Blaze was there, still resting on his bike.
“I think he’s waiting for you,” Yejun teased, nudging me.
“Why would he wait for me?” I shot back, hitting his arm back.
“I have no idea,” he said. “But you should go find him, though.”
This bitch.
I stepped out of the café to confront him.
“Blaze!” I shouted at him.
“Yes?” He asked with a wide smile.
“Why are you still here?” I asked.
“Waiting for you,” he said, still grinning.
Damn.
“Why?” I asked, feeling too confused because of him.
“Because you’re cute,” he replied. “I just wanna take you out and treat you to a nice meal.”
“You know, you could’ve done this to others,” I said with a calm voice.
“I just want to go out with you,” he whined. “Give me a chance, please?”
Ugh, now he’s begging me.
“F-Fine,” I said. “I’ll just go with you.”
“Wear this helmet, cutie,” he smiled, handing me the spare helmet. “Gotta be safety first, you know.”
“Of course, I know,” I barked, putting on the helmet.
He balanced the bike and started the engine.
“Get up!” He shouted through his helmet, slapping the backseat like an excited kid who just got a toy.
I let out a chuckle before jumping onto his bike.
“Let’s go,” he hummed happily and slowly accelerated.
A few minutes later, we arrived at the restaurant around the corner of the street.
It’s a noodle shop.
“This is one of my favorite restaurants in the town,” he said with a smile. “It got that kick every time I drink the soup of it.”
I nodded along.
“Auntie!” He shouted. “Two classic yellow noodle soup!”
He turned to me.
“Do you eat pork?” He whispered.
I nodded silently.
“With char siu, too!” He shouted again.
I patiently waited for the noodles to come, unwrapping the bamboo chopsticks.
“Come think about it,” he started. “I haven’t known your name yet.”
“William’s the name,” I said. “But you can call me Willy or Will.”
“Nice name,” he said. “Fits a cutie like you.”
I hit him with the chopsticks I had in my hand hard enough to make him let out a loud yelp.
“You meanie,” he pouted.
I just let out a happy laugh.
“At least I can make you laugh,” he smiled.
He laid his hand on mine.
It was soft and smooth like baby’s ass.
“Wanna touch it longer?” he asked, slowly inserting his fingers into my grip. “You can hold it if you want.”
Why does his phrase sound so… lewd?
In the end, I tightened my grip, holding his hand as long as I could.
Five minutes later, our noodles came.
“Let’s eat,” he said with joy, humming while wrapping the chopsticks.
“Do you like putting ground peanuts in the noodles?” I asked, dropping a mountain of it into my soup.
“Yes!” he squeaked with joy. “The savoriness of the soup with some nutty from peanuts. Ugh, the best!”
“Good to know then,” I said, gently nodding.
As soon as the noodles touched my tongue, I froze.
It was holy fucking good.
“It’s good, right?” he asked, raising his eyebrow with a smug on his face.
I nodded, noodles still halfway into my mouth.
“That’s great to hear then,” he hummed before eating his own noodles.
We then started eating our own noodles.
The slurping sound filled the atmosphere.
I mean, how could we stop when the noodles were so yummy?
“Want more?” he asked, drinking the last bit of soup in his bowl.
“It’s fine,” I said, gently tapping my stomach. “I’m already quite full.”
He just nodded.
I pulled out my wallet from my bag, preparing to pay, only to get stopped by him.
“Let me pay,” he said. “I want to treat you.”
“Come on,” I sighed. “I should pay for my own meal, right?”
“But I’m the one bringing you out, though,” he insisted. “Just let me pay.”
“Fine,” I looked at him, putting my wallet back to its place.
After he paid for the meals, we walked out and got on the bike again.
“Thanks for the meal,” I said while wearing the helmet. “You shouldn’t be really doing this. Really.”
“Come on,” he pouted. “I just want to win you over.”
The atmosphere went silent for a moment.
What the fuck did he just say?
“Win me over?” I asked, looking at him with pure confusion. “What do you mean by that?”
His face flushed.
“Do you really want me to tell you that?” he mumbled, his voice trembling.
“Come on,” I teased. “How am I supposed to know what you actually mean if you didn’t tell me?”
“Uhm…” he hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. “I—I don’t want to say it.”
“Then you won’t be able to win me over,” I smiled through the helmet.
“I just… love you at first sight,” he said and turned one-eighty.
“Acting all shy now?” I teased even more.
“Whatever,” he pouted, jumping onto his bike again.
I hopped on the bike and sat behind him.
“Wrap your arms around me,” he said shyly. “I don’t want you to accidentally fall out of my bike.”
“I know what to do, okay?” I said, hugging him tight.
“Good,” he said. “Let’s go then.”
As soon as the engine ignited, Blaze revved and we left the place in seconds.
The weather during the ride was cold but endurable. Maybe it’s because the speed we were going was very fast.
We’re now at the park.
“Let’s go,” he said, taking off his helmet.
I removed my helmet and followed him behind.
“Why are you following me from behind?” he asked. “Come on, walk besides me.”
I quickened my walking pace to be on his side.
“Let’s go to the playground,” he said.
“Why?” I asked, looking at him.
“Why not?” he shot back, smiling like a happy man who just won a lottery.
“O—Okay,” I let out a chuckle before heading to the playground with him.
As soon as we arrived, he just jumped to the swing.
“I can’t believe it,” I blurted.
“Why?” he asked, still having fun swinging.
“I can’t believe a big guy like you have such a cute side like this,” I said with a smug.
“It’s not like I am always the bad and scary-looking guy,” he pouted, staring down and clenching the rope tight. “You know, some bikers are actually really cute.”
“Yeah?” I teased.
“You don’t find me, a tall muscular guy with brown messy hair, hazel eyes, and a pale skin, cute?” he asked while using his puppy eyes at me.
“You’re… not too bad,” I said.
His face glowed in an instant.
“Really?” he asked. “You find me cute?”
“What else am I supposed to say?” I shot back. “Saying that you’re ugly and fat, even when it’s not true?”
“No,” he shook his head. “I’m glad you called me cute.”
“I mean, you ARE cute,” I said.
“Then you should date me,” he blurted.
“Dating a guy is not that easy, Blaze,” I shot back, “I can’t just decide if I want to date this person just because their face is cute. Their attitude can be different from their face, you know?”
“Come on,” he whined. “Do I look like a bad guy that much?”
“No,” I said. “I just… want to be single for now.”
“Fine by me,” he pouted, turning his face away.
“Don’t be like that,” I said. “You can’t get what you want every single time.”
“I know that,” he snarled, staring at me like an angry cat.
Cute.
I sat on the swing next to him.
He got out of his own swing and walked to my back.
“What are you doing?” I asked, looking at him.
“Gonna give you some fun,” he said, pushing me forward.
I let out a loud scream of joy as the scene brought me back to when I was young.
The joy of being pushed by my parents while sitting on the swing.
“Want me to increase the speed?” he asked, his voice filled with joy. “I just want to make you happy.”
I could sense a smile on his face from his tone.
“Yeah,” I said, turning back. “I’m having fun right now. Don’t you dare interrupt it now.”
“My pleasure!” he said with a wide grin, pushing me forward as hard as he could.
It was a very hard push as I almost flew out of the seat.
“Let me slow down the speed a bit,” he said, grabbing my shoulders to slow me down.
“That was way too risky,” I panted, gasping for air.
“My bad,” he said shyly, patting my shoulder. “I’ll be more careful with you.”
He pushed me again—this time with less force.
I mean, it’s still fast. But it’s not the same speed as before.
We played it for a while.
“Let’s stop here,” I said, slowly dragging my feet on the floor to stop the motion. “I’m getting a bit tired now.”
“Alright,” he said, stopping the ride completely.
I got out of the seat and adjusted my clothes.
“Do you want to head back now?” he asked, looking straight at me with a soft smile at the corner of his mouth.
I just noticed he had dimples.
“You got dimples?” I asked, knowing that it is a dimple anyway.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling wider than earlier. “Like it?”
“It suits you,” I complimented.
His pale face turned pink.
“Let’s just go home,” he said, stomping back like a kid.
Hah, so cute.
We ran back to where we parked.
“Where do you want me to drop off?” he asked.
“Just drop me at the café,” I said while wearing the helmet. “I can walk back home from there.”
“Alright,” he said, jumping onto the bike again.
I hopped on the bike, and we hit the road once again.
Around seven minutes later, we finally arrived at the café once again.
“Thanks for the ride,” I said, jumping out of the bike.
“Anytime,” he said, stabilizing the bike again.
The atmosphere went silent.
“Have a… good night?” he said shyly, slightly turning away from me.
“I will,” I said. “Have a good sleep, too, Blaze.”
He just rode away at the speed of light.
How cute.
I slowly walked back to my apartment, enjoying the surroundings.
As soon as I got into my room, I spreaded my whole body on the bed.
“Man,” I let out a loud sigh, hitting my pillow with force. “It was such a tiring day.”
I took a deep breath.
“I’ll just shower and sleep after,” I sighed, getting up from the bed and heading straight to the bathroom.
I lifted the handle of the faucet and just showered like how I normally did—lathering soap on my skin, washing my hair with a shampoo used in the salon, washing my face with the cleanser I liked—nothing weird.
After shower, I got out and put on some pajamas before jumping to bed again.
Two weeks passed, everything happened the same.
Blaze came as the first customer every day, ordering the same iced americano with a different book in his left hand every few days. He also sat in the same place every time.
Oh well, today is a great day.
“Morning,” Louis greeted as I walked into the store. “How’s your sleep?”
“Not too bad,” I said, changing my clothes into the uniform.
As I walked out of the back-of-house, Blaze was already waiting at the counter.
“Same thing, right?” I asked, tapping the POS aggressively.
“Nope,” he said, shaking his head. “I want to try the drink you enjoy creating the most.”
Fuck. Not this.
“I enjoy making Iced Americano,” I said.
“Not that, please,” he sulked.
“So you expected me to do something,” I teased.
“Yeah,” he pouted. “A large cup of Salted Caramel Macchiato Frappe with extra whipped cream and caramel drizzle would be nice.”
“See?” I mocked. “I knew you want something fancy.”
“How much?” he asked, pulling out his card.
“$15.20,” I said, pressing the card machine.
“Damn,” he gasped, tapping the card anyway.
“This menu is quite expensive,” I said, handing him the pager. “Just go wait.”
I made the coffee in a rush and rang the pager.
“It looks good,” he said, looking at the whipped cream as if he had never seen one in his entire life.
“It is good,” I said, collecting the pager back.
He took a sip and his eyes opened wide.
“This is so good!” he exclaimed.
“I know,” I said. “One of the hardest drink to make as well.”
He took another sip in front of me.
“Are you free today?” he asked, looking directly into my eyes.
“Want to take me out again huh?” I teased.
“I mean,” he looked away shyly. “It was fun hanging out with you, though.”
“Same,” I said. “I also enjoyed the time we spent together on that day.”
“So,” he said hesitantly. “Wanna go to my place?”
“Hmm,” I hummed, deciding whether I should go or not.
“Let me know later then,” he said with a smug before walking back to his desk.
I let out a chuckle before going back to the counter and waited for customers.
Today was quite a chill day since not a lot of customers came into the café—most of them are actually regulars.
Of course, Blaze came to order a few more drinks. But most of the time, he just sat at his desk and read his book quietly.
Louis and I were also busy making drinks for customers as well.
“Good work today,” Louis sighed, wiping the counter as we are prepared to close.
“I know,” I said, clearing the bills in the POS.
After I was clearing everything in the system, I walked to Blaze.
“It’s time for us to close,” I said softly. “Go wait for me outside.”
“Alright then,” he said, started packing things up.
We then started cleaning the place like usual—mopping, wiping the tables, cleaning the mess.
“See you tomorrow,” I said as I locked up the café.
“See you,” Louis said, waving at me while walking back to his place.
I walked to Blaze, who were already leaning against his bike.
“Wanna go now?” I asked.
“Sure,” he nodded, getting the spare helmet for me.
I quickly wore it and hopped onto the bike.
“Let’s go,” he said, starting the engine.
It took us around ten minutes to arrive at his place.
“Welcome to my house,” he said as he unlocked the door.
As soon as I stepped in, my jaw dropped.
It looked so minimal and gave me the comfy vibe.
“It’s not that messy, though,” I said, looking around the place.
“Really?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “My place is way worse, though.”
We walked to the living room.
“Please sit,” he said.
I thanked him and sat down on the couch.
“I’ll go get you some water,” he said and ran into the kitchen.
I snatched the cushion besides me and hugged it tightly.
It smelled like him, to be honest.
I just initially thought he was those typical hunk and gym rat.
“Water’s here,” he said with a soft smile, placing the mug on the coffee table.
“Thanks,” I said, lifting the mug up.
“So, what do you want to eat?” he asked, sitting down next to me. “Japanese? Thai? San Eunosian?”
“Anything’s fine,” I said. “I’m not a really picky eater.”
“I’ll order NFC for us then,” he nodded, pulling out his phone.
“I’ll get the Chicken Sandwich, Medium Fries, and Iced Lemon Tea,” I said, telling him my order.
“I’ll go change into a more comfortable clothes,” he said after finish ordering, standing up and went into some room.
I waited patiently for him again.
I lie down on the sofa, trying to get some rest.
I rest my left arm on my forehead.
It felt so comfortable I eventually dozed off to sleep.
What felt like half an hour later, my soul came back to my body.
I felt like something touched my lips.
Was it… Blaze’s lips?
I slowly opened my eyes.
Blaze was hesitantly leaned in to kiss me.
You know what, I don’t really care anymore.
I pulled his head down, forcing him to kiss me.
“Mmph~!” he mumbled, his eyes widened.
“Didn’t expect me to do so?” I teased, breaking the kiss.
“I just… want to give a peck on your lips,” he stuttered, his face flushing.
“You don’t like the kiss?” I asked.
He flushed even harder.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I teased.
“NO!” he yelped, grabbing my both hands. “I like the kiss!”
“Want to continue?” I asked, leaning in closer to him.
“I—If you want to…” he stuttered, looking away.
“You’re older than me, Blaze,” I said. “You’re supposed to be the lead, not the opposite way.”
“I’m inexperienced, okay?” he said, looking at me like a lost puppy. “So, please teach me.”
“You never dated anyone?” I asked.
“Nope,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m too scared to approach anyone.”
“But you approached me,” I shot back.
“That’s different,” he said.
“How is that different, my guy?” I asked.
“That’s because I’ve built up the courage to flirt with you,” he said.
Oh.
“You’re cute,” I said. “You look very cute, you know that?”
His face turned beet red.
“Want to continue what we left off?” I asked, leaning into him. “I’ll teach you everything.”
He nodded, already closing his eyes.
I leaned in, slowly kissing him.
“Mmph~” he let out a soft moan.
I pinned him down on the couch, kissing him intensely.
It was a sloppy and messy kiss, but it’s also one of the best kisses I’ve ever had for the past few years.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to fully emerge into the mood we were both sharing.
His breath hitched when I touched his neck.
Cute.
“You’re so cute,” I said, gently biting his lower lip.
“Only cute for you,” he said with a smile.
“Shall we start the lesson?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, nodding eagerly.
I lie down on the couch for him.
He slowly took off my clothes, pieces by pieces.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You have such a cute body, Willy.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked with a smug.
“Yeah,” he said, grabbing my waist possessively. “Your waist is so grabbable. I never knew the barista I have a crush on has such a sexy body under those uniform.”
“I’m glad,” I said with a smile.
“What do I do now?” he asked, looking at me eagerly.
“You can do some foreplay,” I said, giving him some instruction.
He traced his fingers up to my nipples and started massaging them in a circular motion with his thumb.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I said, my breath hitched and voice softened.
“Like this?” he asked, pressing harder on them.
“Yes~!” I whimpered. “You can lick it and suck it, too.”
He leaned in and started dragging his tongue around my nipple, sending an intense shockwave straight to my brain.
“Fuck!” I moaned in a high pitch, closing my eyes.
He let out a chuckle, his hot breath made my body jolted.
“Am I doing good?” he asked with a smirk, slowly nibbling it.
“Yes!” I gasped, feeling way too good to even calm down. “You’re such a fast learner.”
“I actually know how to do foreplay,” he confessed.
“So, you knew everything then?” I asked.
“In theory, yes,” he replied. “But in practical, no.”
He then pinched my nipple while sucking the another one in, sending both pleasure and pain to my brain and forcing me to let out a loud yelp.
My cock leaked out some amount of precum.
“Holy shit,” he teased, moving his hand to my cock and pressing its tip. “Dripping for me already?”
“Shut up,” I groaned, pouting at him. “It’s bodily function. I can’t control it.”
“Sure baby,” he said with an annoying smile. “You can say anything that you want. But nothing will change the fact that you leaked your precum while I was playing with your nipples.”
He then continued sucking my nipple, jumping from left one to the right one.
My cock became harder each second.
“Poor cock,” he said. “Must be tough to be confined in this.”
He then pulled my pants down, revealing the bulge on my boxers with the wet spot in a very specific place, which is the tip of my cock.
“Look at you,” he teased. “So hard for me. Am I not right? Hmm?”
“Nngh~!” I let out a whimper as he pressed against my tip again.
“Your voice is so fucking lewd,” he groaned. “I can’t wait to hear you scream for my name when I buried my cock in you balls deep.”
“Shut up~!” I whined.
“Let me see that pretty cock of yours, please,” he whispered in my ear, his octave dropped.
He then inserted his fingers into my boxers, slowly pulling it down.
“Mmph~!” I whimpered.
My cock sprang free as he pulled it out of my legs, standing straight like a flagpole.
“Fuck,” he groaned, gently wrapping his fingers around my cock. “Your cock is so fucking pretty and looks so fucking delicious.”
“I—It’s not,” I stuttered, feeling too good as he gently stroking my cock. “Y—You sure this is your first time?”
“Yes,” he said. “I am very sure it is my first time.”
“Why are you so good at this—Aah~!” I asked, but got interrupted by him pressing the tip of my cock with his thumb, smearing the precum all over the area.
“What were you saying?” he asked with a smile etched on his face, still rubbing it mercilessly.
I grabbed the cushion and pressed it forcefully against my face, muffling all my moans.
“Don’t muffle your moan, pretty boy,” he said, yanking the cushion out of my hands.
“S—STOP TEASING ME!” I screamed.
He let out a chuckle.
My cock leaked out precum even more as he stroked it.
“What a horny boy,” he said, smearing the excess on my sensitive tip once again. “Leaking like a broken faucet.”
“S—Shut up!” I whimpered, my hips jerked as he gently rubbed it on the slit.
He smiled softly before shifting backwards, positioning his mouth over my cock.
“You’re not gonna do it, right?” I asked.
He leaned in and slowly took my cock into his mouth, sending pleasure all over my body.
“Aah~!” I let out a loud gasp as he buried his face deep, taking all of my cock.
“Like it?” he asked while my cock was still inside his mouth, sending every possible way of shock from it to the register in my brain via vibrations when he spoke.
“DON’T TALK WHILE HAVING MY COCK!” I screamed, gripping the cushion like vice.
He let out a chuckle before going back to give me heads.
The wet sound slowly getting louder, his movement was getting faster as well.
“C—Can I grab your hair?” I asked with my high pitch voice.
He nodded.
I ran my fingers through his thick hair before gripping it hard, relieving all the overstimulation I had in my body.
He pulled out, giving it some strokes before dragging his tongue upward the shaft.
“Hnngh~!” I let out a wild moan, gripping his hair even harder than before.
“Look at you,” he groaned, his tone satisfied. “Moaning like crazy now, aren’t you?”
“P—Please don’t stop,” I begged, my voice shaking.
“I won’t stop tasting your cute little cock,” he said with a smug.
The sound got even louder.
My balls were slowly tightened, eventually preparing to shoot.
“Look at your balls,” he said. “So fucking cute.”
He then gently scratched my balls, sending one of the most pleasurable feeling ever to my spine.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“I can’t~!” I whined, my hips jerking into the air aggressively.
“Cum for me, baby,” he said, rubbing the right side of my sensitive tip.
“HNNGH~!” I whimpered loudly, ejaculating high into the sky like a fountain.
“Good boy,” he said with pride, continued stroking my cock to milk me.
Droplets of cum flew all over my body, some part of his couch, and of course, on his hand like crazy tons.
“I wish I didn’t spill this all over the place,” he sighed.
“It’s fine,” I said. “As long as my cock gave you joy, it’s more than enough.”
The place went silent for a while except the soft hum of the aircon in the background.
“Let me return the favor,” I said, preparing to turn over.
“Wait,” he said in an instant, pushing me back to lie down on the couch.
“Why?” I asked, looking confused.
He slowly dragged his tongue on my body to collect the residue and gave my cock one last kiss.
“Don’t you dare eat it,” I said.
Too late, he already swallowed it.
“Done,” he said with a smile.
I sat up straight again.
“I’m sorry if I’m bad at it, okay?” I said, caressing his face gently.
“It’s alright,” he said with a smile. “As long as it comes from you, it’s always a good one.”
I leaned in to kiss him, knowing damn well there was still a part of me inside his mouth.
But who cares?
“Fuck,” he groaned in between kisses.
“Stand up and pull your pants down for me,” I said, breaking the kiss.
“As you wish,” he said, standing up and pulling his pants down, revealing his black Calvin Klein boxers with white waistband.
“Now move your hips closer to my face,” I said, looking up at him directly in the eyes.
“Like this?” he asked, shifting himself to stand and put his hips right in front of my face.
I pulled the boxers down while looking at him, letting his thick and lengthy cock sprang free and resting on my face.
His length was around… nine inches? That was my estimation.
It was white like his skin, the tip was pinkish.
Overall, it was a very beautiful cock.
“F—Fuck~” he moaned, his voice shaky and octaves higher than earlier. “This looks so fucking hot right now.”
“It is,” I said with a chuckle and a smug before taking his thick tip in, forcing him to moan out loud.
“C—Can I pull your hair?” he whimpered, his legs squirmy.
“Yes, you may,” I said while still having his cock in my mouth, returning the favor.
“I—I’m sorry,” he groaned. “I won’t speak or hum while having your cock inside my mouth ever again.”
“Good boy,” I praised, still pulling the same trick on him.
“Nngh~” he groaned, his knees became slightly weak.
It was quite hard for me to take something that big and long into my mouth.
But since when did I say I couldn’t?
The room filled with Blaze’s moans and the slicky and wet sound I made while giving him a good blowjob.
“Fuck~!” he whined. “I’m going to cum really soon!”
I pulled out completely, just like what he did to me.
“Are you punishing me right now?” he grunted, being extremely desperate.
“Nah,” I said, wrapping my fingers around his cock and stroking it roughly.
“Mmph~!” he whimpered in a very high pitch, curling his head inwards. “Fuck fuck fuck~!”
“Oh yeah?” I said with a chuckle, feeling satisfied from seeing him being all squirmy. “Look who’s squirmy and squishy now?”
“Shut up~!” he grunted.
His moans were getting louder each time, giving a sign that he might came soon.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum~!” he whined.
I wrapped my lips on his tip and deepthroated him completely, forcing him to shoot his seed directly down my throat.
I pulled out and made a big gasp, trying to breathe in as much air as I could.
“Are you okay?” he asked, patting my back gently. “Don’t be too rough. I don’t want you to be injured.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m alright.”
“Good to know that,” he said with a soft and caring smile.
The doorbell rang.
“Must be our food,” I said.
“I’ll go get it,” he said, running to the bathroom.
He then later came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Be right back,” he said, kissing my forehead before heading out of the house.
I sat down and waited patiently for a while before he finally came back with a bag from NFC.
“Do you want to eat the food first or have me first?” I asked.
His jaw dropped—so his towel on his waist and the bag of food.
He then jumped onto the couch.
“Aren’t you hungry?” I asked.
“Food can wait,” he said, pulling me into a tight hug.
“But it’s going to be cold,” I retorted.
“We can always microwave it later,” he shot back.
He then carried me to the bedroom without giving any notice, completely catching me off guard.
He then threw me onto the bed and slowly crawled onto it.
“Do you know how to prep a guy?” I asked.
“Not really,” he said. “When I watch porn, I came before they eventually fucked each other.”
“Serious?” I asked.
He nodded.
“I’ll do it as an example, okay?” I said, shifting myself into a dog position.
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and coated my fingers with it.
Then, I slowly inserted my finger into my asshole.
“Hngh,” I let out a soft moan, my breath hitched as the lube was cold.
I looked back and saw Blaze staring at the process.
“This is how you do it, okay?” I said, continuing to finger myself in front of him.
“Can I try it?” he asked.
I pulled my fingers out and wiped them clean with the tissue on the nightstand.
He then shifted himself toward my ass, his standing, rock-hard cock swung left and right as he moved.
He then squeezed out the lube and rubbed it against his thick fingers, before squeezing out directly on my hole.
“I’m gonna push it in now,” he said, slowly pushing in his first finger.
“Nngh~” I let out a soft moan.
He then continued to slowly fingering me.
“Mmph~” I let out another moan as he started to increase the fingering pace.
“You like it huh?” he asked, giving my butt a playful slap.
He pushed in another finger, stretching my hole even more.
“This is just the second one, dear,” he whispered in my ear with a deep voice. “I might need to use four fingers, too, you know.”
I let out a groan.
His fingers made its way to my prostate, sending electric shocks to my brain and hardening my dick in an instant.
“AAH~!” I let out a loud whimper as I couldn’t hold it in.
“Found it,” he said with a happy voice, massaging the prostate as if it was a toy.
“S—STOP~!” I begged, my hips jerking uncontrollably. “I—I’m begging, please, s—stop. I—I can’t hold it in any longer~!”
“Then don’t be,” he said, pressing directly on the prostate.
“HEUGH~!” I choked on air before shooting my second load on the bedsheet.
“Good boy,” he said, gripping my ass possessively. “You’re such a good fucking boy, Willy.”
“Yes,” I panted, feeling too tired. “I am your good boy.”
“Now it’s time to take this big dick, boy,” he said, slapping his cock on the entrance.
“Are you sure this is your first time?” I asked, turning to him.
“I can learn pretty fast,” he said.
He reached to the cupboard to get a condom.
I snatched the packet out of his hand before he could tear it.
“Why?” he asked.
“It feels better when there’s no condom,” I said. “I just want your cock raw.”
His dick twitched slightly, another droplet of precum seeped out of the hole.
I turned over so I could see him.
“What do I do now?” he asked.
“Just fuck me,” I said simply.
He lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders.
“Like this?” he asked, shifting himself closer to my hips.
“Yeah,” I said. “Just push your cock in.”
“Alright,” he hummed softly before slowly pushing in his thick tip into my ass.
“Hngh~” I let out a soft moan as he the curve slowly expanded my hole.
“Fuck!” he groaned, thrusting the rest in with force.
“NNGH~!” I grunted, shooting another load of cum on my stomach.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to push all in that fast. I was just… surprised by your moan.”
“It’s okay,” I replied, smiling at him softly.
“Tell me if it hurts or anything, okay?” he asked, cupping my face.
“I will,” I said.
He then slowly pushed in his cock a bit more.
“Hngh~” I let out a soft moan as his tip scraped the inner wall of my hole.
“Feel good?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Good to know,” he said, planting a soft kiss on my neck.
“Is it already all in yet?” I asked.
“It’s only halfway,” he said with a grin.
Halfway? Just a halfway? My stomach already felt like I’m filled.
His thickness slowly stretched me out even more.
“Fuck,” he groaned, groping my ass like vice. “Your ass is so fucking tight.”
“Nngh~” I whined as his cock was finally all in, his tip poked my prostate.
“Don’t mind if I do this,” he teased, pressing my stomach down, forcing me to let out a loud moan as my prostate pressed against his tip.
His hips started moving, poking my prostate each time.
“Mmph~” I moaned, eyes rolling back.
“Good fucking boy,” he groaned. “You take your biker’s dick so fucking well.”
“Aah~ Fuck!” I whimpered, my breath hitched.
The couch creaked as he increased his pace.
“Am I doing good?” he asked, panting as his hips was moving like a machine. “Am I doing alright?”
“Y—Yes~!” I whined out loud.
“Is this the spot?” he asked, burying his cock deep into me, his cock punched my prostate with full power.
“NNGH~” I grunted, squinting my eyes shut.
The sound of skin slapping echoed the room.
“Holy fuck,” he growled. “You look so fucking sexy like this.”
“You’re so fucking hot, too,” I panted.
His cock got even bigger than before.
“Agh~!” I moaned. “You’re going to stretch me out too much!”
“Sorry,” he said, kissing my ear. “But it can’t be helped.”
The climax slowly built up again.
“I—I’m gonna cum~!” I moaned, my cock was getting harder each second.
“Cum for me,” he groaned, pounding my ass hard and deep. “I wanna see my cute little angel cum over himself so fucking bad.”
“Hahh~” I let out a gasp.
He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and stroked it roughly.
“F—FUCK!” I screamed, shooting another string of cum on my stomach.
“Good boy,” he let out a chuckle, leaning in and kissing me.
“You should sit down,” I said, looking at him.
He removed his cock in one go, the curve sent shockwaves straight to my brain, a loud moan escaped my throat.
“Oops,” he giggled. “My bad.”
He then sat down, his cock standing straight as a flagpole once again.
I climbed over him.
“Whoa,” he let out a gasp.
I grabbed his cock, positioning his tip on my hole.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to do that,” he said, biting his lips.
I gave him a smirk, before slamming myself down his cock while holding onto his shoulders.
“Mnngh~!” he let out a loud whimper.
I started riding his cock, my thigh slapped against his.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy riding my cock like that.”
I let out a loud moan as his cock went deeper than earlier.
“Hnngh~” I grunted as his tip directly poked my prostate once again, sending shivers up my spine.
“You have such a cute voice when my cock was balls deep into you,” he groaned, gripping my waist forcefully. “You accidentally landed on the spot by yourself, don’t you?”
“Y—Yes~!” I whimpered, closing my eyes shut. “I—It felt s—so good~! Nngh!”
“It felt so fucking good for me too, Willy,” he grunted, leaving a mark on my collarbone.
I looked down at his chest, his nipples were popping out.
I reached my hand out and pinched them, making his octave jumped sharply.
“Fuck~!” he whined, digging his nails into my body.
“Lick my nipples, Blaze,” I panted, letting out moans in between.
He then grabbed my rib cage and leaned in, sucking my nipples as if I could produce milk.
“Aah~!” I moaned loudly.
“Like it that much huh?” he teased, biting on it.
I nodded.
“I love sucking on your tits, too,” he groaned, devouring it with pure joy. “I just love your taste, baby boy. I could have you as my dessert forever.”
“Oh really?” I asked, riding him faster.
“Hngh~!” he grunted. “Yes, baby. I love you.”
“I love you, too~!” I whined out loud.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he growled, increasing his thrusting speed.
“Me too,” I yelped.
“Let’s cum together, shall we?” he asked, burying his face into the crook of my neck.
“Sounds good,” I panted, feeling too brain fogged at this moment.
He thrusted into me hard and deep for one last time, burying his tip into the deepest part as he shot his big and thick load inside me.
Meanwhile, I also came on both our torso.
We panted in unison.
“Fuck, that was good,” he sighed, looking at me straight in the eyes.
He slowly pulled his cock out, allowing his cum to slowly seep out of my hole.
“That was tiring,” he sighed.
“But at least we had fun,” I said with a smile. “I enjoy the sex a lot.”
“Glad you think that way,” he replied with a chuckle.
I turned to the NFC bag, which was sitting on the coffee table for as long as I could remember.
“The food’s probably cold now,” I said with a chuckle.
“Yeah,” he said. “We could reheat it.”
“Good idea,” I said. “I love you, Blazey.”
“I love you, too,” he said with a smile. “My only one Willy.”
The End.
Ending Note
FINALLY!!!! It’s all over now! This work took me two months to write because I was a dick and keep procrastinating. Sorry. Well, I hope you have a lot of fun reading this as much as I enjoy writing. See you in the next story!
January 22, 2026 – March 23, 2026.
Holy lord. I have to stop procrastinating. SMH!
Anyway, love you lots!
XOXO,
Christina Yoon (nongzeph_)
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