Sufiyan Gazi is the perfect boyfriend.
Being with Sufiyan feels like hitting the jackpot. From the moment you laid eyes on him, Laksh, you couldn’t help but be drawn to him. He is undeniably handsome, not just in a conventional sense, but in a way that feels almost otherworldly. His tall, lean frame moves with a grace that’s hard to ignore, and his tousled jet-black hair gives him an effortlessly cool look, as if he has just stepped out of bed looking that perfect. But it’s his eyes—those piercing dark green eyes—that truly captivated you. They’re deep, intense, and seem to hold a world of secrets, drawing you in with every glance. You find yourself wanting to dive into those eyes, to uncover the mysteries they hold and understand the depths of his soul. His face, with its perfect symmetry and strong features, is like something out of a dream, making him look both rugged and refined at the same time. His subtle charm and the way he carries himself with such effortless ease make him stand out in any crowd.
Sufiyan’s sharp jawline and the subtle, brooding expression he often wears add to his magnetic allure. There’s a quiet intensity in his gaze that makes your heart race, and his enigmatic smile, rare but breathtaking, can light up your world. It’s the kind of smile that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world who matters to him at that moment.
His presence is both calming and electrifying, a perfect blend of serenity and excitement that keeps you constantly on your toes. He’s like a puzzle, each piece revealing a little more of the fascinating person beneath the surface. Every interaction with him feels like peeling back another layer of his complex personality, making you fall even deeper. He exudes an air of quiet confidence and strength, the kind that doesn’t need to be shouted out loud but is simply understood. Every moment with him is filled with the thrill of discovery and the comfort of a deep, unspoken connection.
You’re classmates in college. Sufiyan is the quiet, reserved guy who keeps to himself. There was an air of mystery around him that piqued your curiosity. You started with small talk, just trying to get him to open up a bit. At first, he seemed distant and indifferent, but there was something about his quiet demeanor that intrigued you. You were paired together for a college project. During those late-night study sessions at the library or at his rented house in Topsia, you began to see another side of Sufiyan. He’s incredibly smart and focused, but also surprisingly considerate. When you talk, he listens intently, his green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race.
As you spent more time together, you started to peel back the layers of his stoic exterior. You discovered his dry sense of humor that caught you off guard and made you laugh when you least expected it. You learned that behind his quiet facade was a guy who cared deeply and felt intensely, even if he didn’t always show it. His small, thoughtful gestures—like bringing you your favorite snack during a long study session or remembering little details about your day—made you feel incredibly special and seen. Sufiyan might not be the most talkative guy, but his actions speak volumes.
You never imagined that the quiet guy in the back of the class would become your boyfriend, but now you can’t imagine your life without him.
His presence is steady and reassuring, like a calm anchor in the chaos of your life. Sufiyan’s mom died when he was little, leaving him with a void that his father never filled. His dad has always been a disaster—constantly away doing odd jobs, perpetually broke, or blowing money on gambling. He lived off numerous women, disappearing from home for months at a time, leaving Sufiyan to fend for himself. Despite this chaotic upbringing, Sufiyan somehow grew up pretty well-adjusted. He learned to be self-sufficient out of necessity, handling everything at home by himself from a young age. Cooking, cleaning, managing finances—he does it all, seamlessly balancing the responsibilities of an adult while still being a college student.
Even though he never had a real relationship with his dad, Sufiyan doesn’t let it define him. He rarely speaks about his father, and when he does, it’s with a detached tone, as if he’s talking about a distant acquaintance rather than his own parent. This resilience and independence are part of what drew you to him in the first place. He’s a pillar of strength and reliability, and you admire him deeply for it.
You, on the other hand, had a similarly rough past, but you came out of it less balanced. Your dad, a businessman from Ballygunge, was probably worse than Sufiyan’s. He used to beat your mom and you, then disowned you completely when he found out about your relationship with Sufiyan, leaving you with no choice but to move in with your boyfriend in Topsia. The memories of those nights, filled with fear and pain, still haunt you. When he left, it was a relief, but also a new kind of abandonment that left you feeling lost and unmoored. Your mom, an alcoholic, has always been more concerned with her next drink than anything else. She was never really there for you emotionally or physically.
Despite these struggles, you learned to mask your inner turmoil with a sociable and cheerful exterior. Outwardly, you’re the life of the party—always chatting with everyone and making friends left and right, extroverted and bubbly. But inside, you’re a complete mess. The years of neglect and abuse have left scars that you try to hide from the world. Your outgoing personality is a shield, a way to keep people from seeing the broken parts of you.
Sufiyan is your rock. He sees through your facade and understands the pain and chaos beneath your cheerful exterior. He knows about your past, about your mom’s alcoholism and your father’s abuse, and he’s never once made you feel ashamed or pitied. Instead, he supports you in ways you never knew you needed. When you’re with Sufiyan, you feel safe and understood. He doesn’t just listen to your words; he hears the emotions behind them. When you’re feeling overwhelmed, he’s there with a comforting presence, holding you close and letting you know you’re not alone.
Your relationship has blossomed over the past few months. From the moment you arrive at college until the bell rings, you and Sufiyan are inseparable, navigating the halls hand in hand, stealing glances and secret smiles whenever possible. Between classes, you find quiet corners to steal kisses and share whispered conversations, creating a world of your own. Outside of college, you're almost always at Sufiyan's place. It's a relief not having to deal with your alcoholic mother. He's always home alone—you still haven't met his father. At Sufiyan's, your days are filled with simple, comforting routines. You often cook together, trying out new recipes and sometimes ending up with hilarious culinary disasters. Helping him with chores turns into a fun activity, whether it’s folding laundry, washing dishes, or tidying up his room. Study sessions are a regular part of your time together. You spread out your books and notes on the living room table, quizzing each other and working through difficult problems side by side. When you need a break, you dive into video games, either battling each other in competitive matches or teaming up to conquer challenging levels. You cuddle up on the couch for movie nights, share sweet kisses in the kitchen while waiting for the food to cook, and enjoy quiet moments of intimacy.
On the physical and sexual front, your journey has been quite the rollercoaster. Your outgoing and chatty nature has effortlessly drawn you into various circles, but not all of them were beneficial. Sometimes, your openness led you down paths that felt thrilling at first but soon turned risky. You've found yourself navigating through relationships that tested your boundaries, pushing you out of your comfort zone and into unfamiliar territory. There were moments of vulnerability where you felt used and taken advantage of by those who didn't truly care about you.
Meeting Sufiyan was like a breath of fresh air—completely different from anyone you'd known before. He's much more reserved and cautious, which provides a stabilizing contrast to your vivacious personality. Despite his inexperience, Sufiyan approaches everything with a gentle, patient attitude, always ensuring that you are comfortable and happy with every step you take together. His journey of sexual discovery has been slow and deliberate. He’s incredibly attentive, sweet, and considerate, always checking in with you to make sure you want everything that is happening. Whether it’s holding your hand for the first time, sharing your first kiss, or your first sexual experiences together, Sufiyan takes his time, ensuring you’re both on the same page. Although he's shown that you arouse him immensely, he's always gone at a pace that respects your boundaries and mutual comfort.
In this relationship, it’s often you who has to nudge things forward. You’ve spent countless evenings together, lying on his bed, just talking and exploring your thoughts and dreams. In these moments of intimacy, it's you who sets the tone, your mind filled with playful and sometimes downright naughty ideas. You're the one who initiates the teasing banter, whispering suggestive remarks that make him shiver. Your touch is bold and deliberate. Sufiyan's response is unmistakable—his eyes light up with excitement, his breath quickens, and his touch becomes more fervent as he reciprocates your kisses, your caresses. It's clear that he adores you, that you make him mad with desire. Yet, there are times when your assertiveness leaves you feeling a tad frustrated. You long for him to take the lead, to match your boldness with his own—but then you understand that everyone has their own pace. The depth of his feelings is clear in his eyes and touch, and this dynamic, though sometimes frustrating, ultimately strengthens your bond.
Sufiyan Gazi is really the perfect boyfriend. So, what’s the problem?
His insanely hot dad.
And the fact that someone like you, used to tumultuous environments and toxic relationships, can recognize a beautiful and healthy relationship but might also find it kinda boring, compared to the thrill of something more passionate, perverse, and wrong.
"Sufii," you chirp happily as you wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck, jumping onto his back from behind as you both make your way out of the classroom.
"Hey, bunny, easy now! We're still in the halls," Sufiyan gently scolds with a smile as he effortlessly lifts you onto his back. You're wandering through the college hallways, and yeah, PDA isn't exactly the norm here. But who cares? That's just you being you, and you couldn't care less about the stares. You love the attention. Besides, you know your relationship with Sufiyan is special. Anyone judging you is just jealous. Sufiyan, though—he's a bit more reserved. He literally adores you and always goes along with your antics, even if these public displays of affection make him a bit uncomfortable.
"Alright," you mock-sigh, pretending to be annoyed by his serious and composed demeanor, climbing down from his back. "But you have no excuse when we get home," you whisper to him in a suggestive tone, with a mischievous grin, giving his ear a playful blow to tease him. Watching him blush and squirm is just too much fun. You grab his hand and drag him out of college, walking hand in hand to his house, sharing details of your day as you balance on walls or stop to pet every single kitten you find along the way.
Once you're back home, you indulge your primal instincts—namely, snacking on ice cream while challenging each other to a video game—and then you're back at it.
"Sufi ♡," you purr as you playfully nudge him with your shoulder, still holding onto the controllers, your eyes locked on the TV screen. "I bet I can beat you this time."
He chuckles, his attention still on the game, but you're not about to let that distract you from your mission. With a sly smile, you inch closer, your hand subtly grazing his thigh as you lean in to whisper in his ear, "But, you know—got another game in mind we could play."
His gaze flickers from the screen to you, a spark of curiosity igniting in his eyes as he takes in your sultry demeanor. You can practically feel the heat radiating off him as your words sink in, a smirk dancing on your lips. Undeterred, you press on, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "A game where we both win," you murmur seductively, lips brushing against his earlobe.
His breath hitches at your words, a heady mix of anticipation and longing as your tantalizing words weave their spell, ensnaring him completely. You know you've got him hooked. With a subtle yet knowing smile, you gently set the controllers aside, your hand sliding into his as you lead him towards his bedroom.
As you enter his room, Sufiyan hesitates for a moment, glancing at the stack of textbooks on his desk. "We really should start studying soon," he murmurs, his voice a mix of duty and desire.
You respond by slipping your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. There's no way you’re going to start studying now, the naive sweet boy just doesn't get it. "We have time," you whisper tenderly, your lips barely grazing his. "This is way more fun." Your hands move slowly, like silk against his fevered skin, sliding beneath the fabric of his shirt and tracing patterns of desire upon the canvas of his flesh.
He shivers under your fiery touch, his resolve weakening as you claim his lips in a deep, fervent kiss. His hands eagerly seek out your waist, tugging you closer as the kiss grows heated. You can feel the tension in his body melting away, replaced by an increasing longing that mirrors your own. In his beautiful green eyes, you see an adoration so pure and deep, it fills your heart with warmth and desire.
With a gentle push, you guide him towards the bed, your greedy lips never leaving his. You climb onto the bed first, pulling him down with you. As you lay back, you tug him on top of you, your hands roaming his back, urging him closer.
His initial hesitation melts into a passionate response, his hands eagerly exploring your body with a mix of curiosity and growing confidence. Your kisses become more urgent, and you start undressing each other, the clothes feeling like annoying barriers between your heated skin.
You guide his hand to your thigh, your voice a breathy plea, "Touch me," tinged with urgency, knowing the effect your soft moans have on him. With each delicate sound that escapes your lips, you feel his desire intensify. As he complies, his touch becomes more confident, spurred on by the seductive melody of your moans, driving him to explore every inch of your body with increasing fervor.
Your bodies move in sync, a blend of raw instinct and sizzling chemistry. Each touch, each kiss, each whispered encouragement amps up the tension until it's nearly palpable. His desire sears against your skin, his breath hot against your neck as you explore each other with a growing hunger.
Sufiyan's hands venture across your eager body with a mix of curiosity and reverence. His fingers trace delicate patterns along your arms, shoulders, and back. As his confidence grows, his touch becomes bolder, hands gliding greedily over the curve of your waist and hips. "You feel so good," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe and desire.
You flash him a smirk. "So do you."
You guide his hand to your chest, your breath hitching as his fingers delicately cup your pecs. Soft moans escape your lips with each gentle squeeze. As his thumb teases your sensitive nipple, your back arches, silently begging for more of his touch. In response to your arousal, his touch becomes more insistent, his grip tightening slightly, and as you moan in pleasure, he echoes your sounds with his own, his own desire rising at the sight of you so eager and ready for him. His kisses trail down your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
Sufiyan's hand lingers at your waist for a moment, his hesitation evident as he looks up at you, seeking permission. "Can I...?" he asks softly, his voice thick with longing.
You nod eagerly, your voice a breathless whisper. "Yes, please!"
With your encouragement spurring him on, he lavishes attention on your body, his tender lips worshiping every inch of your eager skin. "You're so beautiful, babe," he whispers, his voice a sweet melody as his hands slide down to your thighs, gently parting them as he settles between your quivering legs. Anticipation crackles in the air as his lips draw closer to your core, the heat of his breath making your cock twitch with desire.
Sufiyan's touch is tentative at first, his kisses feather-light as he takes his time exploring the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "Oh, god," you moan, impatient. The slow, deliberate pace drives you wild, your fingers tangling in the sheets as you try to hold back your moans. When his tongue finally flicks out to taste you, the sensation is almost overwhelming, a jolt of pleasure that has you gasping for breath. He licks your cock with a careful, exploratory touch, his tongue tracing slow, teasing circles around your eager tip. Your hips buck involuntarily, craving more of the exquisite sensation, and he responds by increasing the pressure, his tongue moving with more confidence and hunger as he takes you deeper into his mouth, the pleasure building with each stroke.
Sufiyan's hands grip your thighs firmly, fingers digging into your skin as he devotes himself to bringing you pleasure. "Don't stop," you beg. His tongue delves deeper, greedily exploring every inch of your length. His breath grows ragged, matching the intensity of his strokes as he seeks to elicit every sweet gasp and moan from you. Each flick and swirl of his tongue is guided by the symphony of your pleasure, his focus solely on driving you to the brink of ecstasy.
"God, you taste so good, babe," he murmurs, alternating between gentle licks and more intense, focused strokes, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
Your body tenses, every nerve ending on fire as you teeter on the brink of release. Sensing your impending climax, Sufiyan doubles his efforts, his mouth moving with a determined rhythm that pushes you over the edge.
"Sufiyann ♡," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as your orgasm crashes over you in waves, your moans turning into cries of pleasure as your body convulses beneath his touch. Sufiyan doesn't stop, his greedy mouth continuing to work on your throbbing cock, prolonging your pleasure and drawing out every last bit of sensation.
As he looks up at you, his face flushed and his eyes ablaze with desire, a proud and tender sexy smile dances on his lips as he contemplates your gorgeous body lying softly disheveled before him. With a gentle tug, you pull him up to meet you, your lips meeting in a deep, hungry kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.
With a mischievous glint in your eye, you lean close to Sufiyan, voice low and dripping with desire. "I want you, Sufiyan," you whisper, your breath hot against his ear. "I want you so bad right now."
Without another word, you push him back and straddle him. With a hunger that borders on desperation, your fingers wrap around his throbbing length. A gasp escapes his lips as you stroke him, feeling the hardness of his arousal in your hand. His breath comes in ragged gasps as you guide him to your slick, wet entrance, teasingly rubbing his tip against your eager hole before finally sinking down onto him.
"Fuck," you moan, nails digging into his chest as you begin to move, riding him with abandon. "Your cock feels so good ♡."
Sufiyan's hands roam your body. "You're so sexy, babe," he growls, his voice low with desire. "So fucking perfect," his pretty eyes, dark with longing, devour every inch of your skin, tracing the curves and contours with hungry appreciation.
You meet his gaze, your eyes locked as you move together in perfect rhythm. "Harder," you demand, your voice a throaty moan as you chase after the pleasure that's just out of reach. "Fuck me harder, Sufi, please—shove it deep inside my tight hole ♡."
With a primal grunt, and fueled by your filthy words, Sufiyan obeys, thrusting up into your greedy hole with a force that leaves you breathless. "Yes, yes, FUCK YES!" you cry out, the sensation overwhelming as pleasure washes over you in a tidal wave.
But just as you feel yourself nearing the brink again, the door bursts open, and an unfamiliar man stands there, surprise and something else written plainly on his face. Your heart pounds in your chest as you freeze, the moment shattered by the sudden intrusion. The sight of the stranger standing in the doorway is like a bucket of cold water, but the momentum of your climax is already unstoppable.
Even as you stop moving, the feeling of Sufiyan’s cock still deep inside your needy hole triggers the orgasm that had been building. Your body trembles and convulses with pleasure, your inner walls clenching around his length as you come hard. You can't hold back the sweet cry of ecstasy that escapes your lips, your entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over you.
Sufiyan watches in awe, his own arousal heightened by the sight of you lost in the throes of your orgasm. Even as the intense waves of pleasure roll over you, you feel a rush of shame and embarrassment, your face flushing a deep crimson. Despite this, the stranger's presence—now clearer as you glance his way—adds a strange, heightened excitement to the moment. He is breathtakingly handsome, perhaps the most massive and muscular man you've ever seen, with rugged facial features that are oh so perfect and sharp and undeniably masculine. His deep green eyes widen with astonishment yet remain fixated on the sight of you, your naked body so exposed and vulnerable, riding Sufiyan with abandon. His gaze lingers heavily on your form, absorbing every detail of your body with a fascination that only intensifies the fire inside you. His stare doesn't waver, refusing to break away from you.
The initial shock of being seen by someone else while you climax in the intimate throes of passion with your own boyfriend fades into a twisted sense of thrill. His eyes, dark, hungry, and oh so sexy, devour your body alive, lingering on the way you move on top of Sufiyan, as if he's captivated by the raw, intimate display. You can catch a glimpse of a slight twitch in his lips, betrayed by the vertical scar that curls into a subtle smirk. His silent approval makes you incredibly and shamelessly hard.
The sexy stranger's heavy, appreciative stare, instead of deterring you, inexplicably heightens your arousal, speaking directly to your trembling body, making you twitch like crazy. This unexpected audience, the man's obvious interest, and the forbidden nature of the situation send you spiraling into an even more intense orgasm.
"Close the fucking door!" Sufiyan shouts, and finally, the man seems to regain his composure, quickly shutting the door and leaving the room. The sound of the door clicking shut brings a new wave of embarrassment and awkwardness.
You and Sufiyan are left in a tense silence, the air thick with a mix of emotions. You can feel your face burning with shame, and Sufiyan, sensing your discomfort, tries to comfort you. "Hey, bunny, it's okay," he whispers, pulling you close and stroking your back gently. "He shouldn't have barged in like that. I'm so sorry."
Despite his soothing words, you can see the anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. "Can't believe he just stood there like a fucking creep," Sufiyan mutters, more to himself than to you. "That was my dad, Salman." The frustration in his voice is clear, and you can tell he's furious at his father for the unexpected intrusion and for lingering in the doorway, watching. "He hasn't even been home for months. He picks now, of all times, to just show up?"
As you sit there, the resemblance between Sufiyan and his father seems glaringly obvious. They're like two peas in a pod, literally. Both have the same beautiful piercing green eyes, the same strong jawline, and the same athletic build. Yet, while Sufiyan's features are softer and more boyish, Salman's are rugged and mature, virile, worn in a way that's so sexy that just thinking about it makes you feel warm all over.
The arousal from Salman's sudden appearance lingers, mingling with your embarrassment. The image of his powerful, rugged physique, those broad shoulders and big muscular arms, the intensity in his gaze, that sexy little smirk on his lips—it all sends shivers down your spine and makes your pulse race. Despite the awkwardness, there's an undeniable magnetism about him, something irresistibly alluring that Sufiyan's gentle demeanor doesn't quite possess. The realization of how much he excites you fills you with a mix of emotions: embarrassment for being caught in such an intimate moment, confusion over your unexpected and undeniable attraction to him, and a lingering thrill that you can't shake off.
You feel guilty for even thinking about Salman in this way. Yet, the confusion and excitement gnaw at you, making it hard to fully relax in Sufiyan’s arms.
Sufiyan continues to hold you tight, unaware of the turmoil inside you.
He’s really the perfect boyfriend—
