Not for innocent readers.....contains smut....
18+😉

It’s Friday evening and Laksh hates his life, because he could have gone to the movies with Swara, or he could have been playing games with Sanskar, or he could be hanging out with Sahil, but instead he’s at home, making a report, and his life has never sucked so much.

The fact that he can’t concentrate isn’t helping. Every time he’s written as much as fifty words, he can feel his concentration slipping away until suddenly everything is interesting. He hasn’t touched the drawers of his desk in years, but now he has the urge to go through them and clean them. Can’t work in a messy place, right? Isn’t that what they say?

He feels jittery (which is maybe from having too much energy drink, but hey, he needed to stay awake to finish this) and focusing on some shit that happened in the the last meeting seems like the most boring thing on earth. Not to mention impossible

Ignoring the temptation to text someone — anyone — he tries to give his report another chance, typing slowly and erasing the sentences almost immediately after because even he can see how shitty they are, and the clients will not like it.

The final slip of his concentration comes when his dad calls out to him. A “Laksh, there’s someone here for you,” in a voice that Laksh can’t place. It’s not the fond tone he uses for Sanskar, nor is it that you better watch yourself for pretty much everyone else.

He gets up from his chair, ready to go downstairs, but he’s stopped when his door swings open and there she is.

Ragini.

Smiling brightly and wearing loose sweatpants and a tanktop. Her hair is a little messy, face a little shiny with sweat, and Laksh suspects she’s been out running before coming over.

"Hi," he says, report forgotten and mind completely focused on Ragini, "what are you doing here?"

"I thought I’d surprise you," she replies, closing the door after she’s entered the room, "but you don’t look very happy to see me."

Laksh rolls his eyes and holds his hand out, signalling her to come closer. “Shut up,” he mutters, right before, tilting his head so he can capture her mouth into a kiss.

He can feel Ragini's lips curl into a smile and it still amazes his that he can do this — that he can pull this gorgeous girl close to his body and kiss her, that she wants him to do that. It’s been weeks and it still makes him dizzy sometimes when he thinks about it.

"You got plans for tonight?" he asks her, his breath ghosting over her lips and letting out a tiny noise of protest when Ragini nods.

"Lots of plans," she says, her hands skimming down Laksh’ sides. "And the first of them is to get naked with you."

Another noise escapes him, but this time it’s definitely not out of protest but rather anticipation and promise, want already coursing through his body, and he knows she’s picked up on the skyrocketing of his heartbeat.

Ragini presses closer to him again, forcing Laksh to take a step backwards until the edge of his desk is digging into his back. She claims his mouth in another kiss, this one lasting a lot longer than their previous one, and getting a lot more intense.

She likes to kiss hard and rough, teeth clacking in an attempt to get more, her tongue teasing Laksh in a way that is nothing but dirty, and Laksh wonder how she has learnt to do that because there’s no way in hell she got that from him.

Her body feels so warm when he touches her, her arms strong but her back surprisingly soft, so easy for him to slide his hands down it, down to where her shirt has ridden up a bit and he can touch that small sliver of skin between shirt and sweats.

Ragini smirks, her own hands tangled in his shirt and dragging it up slowly, making sure she grazes Laksh’ bare torso as she does so.

They stop kissing long enough to pull Laksh’ shirt over his head, but then she’s got her mouth on him again, tugging his lower lip with her teeth until Laksh whimpers.

It’s only then that she licks into his mouth again, slowly, like the tease she is.

Looking for retaliation, Laksh moves one of his hands up, until he reaches her breasts and can cup them in his palm.

Ragini’s reaction is immediate — the soft moan she lets out, almost completely swallowed by Laksh’ mouth, and how she presses herself just that bit closer, her hips grinding into his.

"You’re not wearing a bra," Laksh mumbles, a little dazed and wondering how he didn’t notice that sooner.

She licks over his lips and hums. “M’not wearing panties either,” she whispers.

Laksh can feel his knees buckle and his south part twitch, doesn’t try to hide the way his hips snap forward at that mental imagine.

Ragini ducks her head, lips brushing over his pulse, and this time she peppers kisses over Laksh’ neck and collar bone, each inch of tan skin she can reach, until Laksh is sort of clutching her, unable to focus on anything but her wet mouth on his chest, her tongue flicking over his nipples and her teeth no doubt leaving a bite mark that’ll last for at least two days.

"Bed," he stutters a moment later when he feels his knees buckle.

He can hear Ragini’s laugh, but can also feel her move away and he follows eagerly, as gracefully as he can manage (which is not graceful at all, but at least he doesn’t stumble).

Ragini sits down first, tugging her top over her head, and Laksh cannot not stare at her breasts, how fucking beautiful they look and how badly he wants to get his mouth on them.

"D’you wanna take off my pants?" Ragini murmurs, spreading her legs a little, a smirk that is purely evil playing on her lips.

Someone keens and Laksh only knows it’s him because it wasn’t Ragini and there isn’t anyone else in the room.

Sliding on the bed, Laksh gives in to his first instinct and aims for Ragini’s chest first, worrying his lips around one nipple and teasing the other with his fingers, pleased when he notices Ragini arching into his touch. “Yeah,” he hears her whisper, looks up though his eyelashes to see her sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

He switches his mouth to her other nipple, suckles it lightly until it’s hardened, until Ragini’s breathing is getting heavier, until she’s canting her hips up into thin air.

It’s only then that he moves lower, dragging his lips over her stomach and licking right above the waistband of her sweatpants. A soft chuckle escapes him when he feels Ragini shiver, the muscles in her stomach rippling under his touch, but then she apparently decides she’s had enough of it and hooks her thumbs in her sweats to push them down.

Laksh helps her, getting her legs free and absently throwing the pants aside, too intent on watching her to really care about where they land. He can see how wet she is, can almost smell it.

"You too," Ragini mumbles, breathless already.

It takes a second for Laksh to figure out what she’s talking about, but gets rid of his pants the moment he does. His briefs follow immediately after, a hiss leaving him as the too-much pressure on his man part is gone.

Ragini’s hands are on him the moment he crawls over her body, trying to touch as much as possible, and then they’re kissing again, needy and urgent.

Laksh feels a shiver going down his spine when Ragini bucks up, practically grinding against him. He groans against her lips, shifting so his c*** is dragging over her folds. It’s be so easy to push inside, and he wants, god he wants. Wants to feel her and fuck her.

"Condom," he rasps out, clenching his hands in the sheets next to Ragini’s head.

"Get one," she mumbles, eyes hooded and lips parted. "Now.”

He kisses her a moment longer but then has to reach over to his nightstand, both of them whining at the loss of contact, the loss of touch, but he’s back into his previous position only seconds later, already tearing open the condom and rolling it with trembling hands, all too aware of Ragini’s eyes on him and the way she’s licking her lips.

He slides in between her legs and Ragini eagerly pulls him closer again, reaches down so she can grasp the base of his c***, dragging her fingers up and down his length, letting the tip slide over her core — a movement that makes both of them groan.

"You’re killing me," Laksh mutters, face pressed into the crook of her neck.

She laughs breathlessly, her head thrown back and her chest arched up against his. “C’mon, Laksh. Fuck me,” is all she says.

Without missing a beat, Laksh rocks his hips forward and pushes in, slowly to make sure he’s not hurting her, but the only noise Ragini lets out is one of pure pleasure. A moan that can almost be described as sated.

Laksh has trouble keeping himself up, his entire body trembling just from how good she feels; how wet and hot and tight she is around him, how she tilts her hips to meet his movements, how gorgeous she is spread out underneath him.

They move almost completely in sync; Ragini rocking her hips down when Laksh pushes in, one hand in his hair and the other clutching over his back, keeping him as close to her as she can manage while still being able to thrust.

He’s panting into her skin, groaning every time he pushes in — a sound that’s matched by Ragini’s keens and breathy gasps, she shuddering of her body.

It’s only a few minutes later that Laksh can already feel this familiar heat in the pit of his stomach, after a particular loud moan of Ragini and feeling how she’s clenching around him. “Not gonna last much longer,” he warns her.

Ragini gasps and nods, removing her hand from Laksh’ hair and taking his hand instead, guiding it down between their bodies and Laksh gets the hint.

He drags his hand to her core, finding her clit and immediately adding pressure to it, making Ragini cry out. He tries to circle his fingers over it in the same rhythm as his thrusts, but it’s sloppy and doesn’t match up at all, but he doesn’t care. All he wants is to get her off first and judging by the sound of it, he’s doing okay.

Ragini bucks up into his hand once or twice, and Laksh can feel her clench around him impossibly tight, and a moment later she’s about come with a cry of Laksh’ name, but laksh takes his hand away making her head snap at him.

She groans as she can feel herself on the edge. She is right there she just needs a small push..she is on the verge of crying as she can feel herself getting overwhelmed with all of this feelings...god.....but the she feels laksh hand on her again and she sighs happily...he gets her on the edge again but then stops...

Ragini: what the fuck laksh?

Laksh smirks looking at her...he does the same again making sure she doesn't come....

Ragini now has tears in her eyes..

Ragini : laksh please......
Teary eyes as she need to come now. Right now.

Laksh (smirking) : sure, bachha you can come but only if you say yes.

Ragini (frowning) : to what?

Laksh (smirking) : bachha, will you marry me?

Ragini (head snapping and looking at laksh) : you assh***...fuck you..

Laksh: thats exactly what you are doing....(smirking)

Ragini: yes I will marry you.
Now....... can...... I....?

Laksh : of course bachha.

He puts his hand on her as he works his magic and she comes with his name on her lips..

Letting his hand fall away, Laksh pushing in a few more time, incredibly on the edge and needing just that little bit more, but that’s all it takes for him to reach his climax as well, his moan muffled into Ragini’s skin.

It takes some long minutes before either of them has caught their breath. Laksh lifts his head to look at Ragini, who has a grin on her face and looks quite content.

"Don’t be so smug," he mumbles.

"My boyfriend just fucked me, I’m allowed to be smug," she replies.

Laksh : you mean fiance?

Ragini: no boyfriend....

Laksh(frowning): ragini....?

Ragini (smirking): you still have not given me the ring....

Laksh laughs and goes towards his sock  drawers to take out the ring and bends in front of her..

Ragini: you already asked me...

Laksh: i am doing it right....this time..
Will you marry me?

Ragini: of course...
She kisses him as he slides the ring on her finger...

They kiss and get ready for the second round...