WHO IN ENHYPEN…?
THE CATEGORY IS: Length or Girth?
Ready to find out who fits you best?
(Masterlist) (mini-series)
HEESEUNG — Long cock
Heeseung is the type to pin you against the headboard, legs spread wide, and slide every inch of that long, pretty cock into you in one slow push. He loves watching your stomach bulge slightly every time he bottoms out. “Look at that… taking all of me so deep, baby,” he’d whisper, voice low and breathy, while he grinds in deep circles instead of thrusting fast. He’s the one who fucks you so deep you feel him in your throat.
JAY — Fat cock
Jay’s thick. Stupidly thick. He’s the type to make you whine before he even puts it in, rubbing that fat head against your entrance just to watch you stretch. Once he pushes in, your eyes roll back instantly. He loves holding your hips down and feeding you every inch slowly, groaning at how tight you squeeze around his girth. “Fuck… you’re so tight around me,” he’d mutter, jaw clenched, while he rocks his heavy cock in and out, making you feel full for hours.
JAKE — Long + slightly curved cock
Jake is the type to fuck you in missionary with your legs over his shoulders, that long cock hitting the exact spot that makes you squirt. He gets off on the way your voice breaks when he pushes past that deepest point. He’ll kiss you messily while grinding deep, whispering “Feel that? That’s all yours, baby” every time you clench around him. He’s addicted to how your body trembles when he stays buried to the hilt.
SUNGHOON — Fat cock
Sunghoon has that heavy, fat cock that makes your thighs shake. He’s the type to sit back on the couch, hands behind his head, and make you sink down on him slowly. He loves the way your mouth falls open and your eyes water when you’re halfway down his thickness. “Just a little more, princess. You can take it,” he’d say with that cocky little smirk, then grab your hips and pull you down the rest of the way in one go.
SUNOO — Long cock
Sunoo looks innocent but fucks like he knows exactly what he’s packing. He’s the type to spoon you, lift your leg, and slide that long cock in from behind, whispering filthy praises in your ear. He loves hitting it so deep you can’t even speak properly. He’ll keep one hand on your stomach so he can feel himself moving inside you while he fucks you slow and sensual, making sure you feel every inch.
JUNGWON — Long & fat (deadly combo)
Jungwon got blessed. His cock is both long and thick, and he knows it. He’s the type to tease you first, rubbing that fat head against your clit until you’re begging, then pushing in deep and watching your face contort. He loves when you claw at his back and moan his name like a prayer. “Too much?” he’d ask with a sweet smile while he’s balls deep, stretching you open and hitting places no one else can reach.
NIKI — Long cock (with insane stamina)
Ni-ki is the type to fold you in half and use every single inch of that long cock like it’s a weapon. He’s relentless, fucking you so deep you forget your own name. He loves watching you lose it, smirking when your eyes flutter shut. “Still with me, baby?” he’d tease, even though he’s been pounding you for twenty minutes straight without breaking rhythm, that long dick reaching spots that make your legs shake uncontrollably.
life in the 2000s means flip phones, low rise jeans, a chaotic friendgroup, and a cocky skater boyfriend who climbs your window when he needs to apologize.
pairing: bf!riki x fem!reader ⭑ ft. friendgroup Enhypen
🗯️ vaeh’s notes: the fic is finally here! you already KNOW i had to be cliche and make him climb through your window muhahah. I also wasn’t sure whether this was the right time to post this with everything going on atm, still posted it, hoping it helps cheer you guys up a little! Take care xx #enhypenis7
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There were seven of them.
Seven loud, annoying ass, inseparable boys who took up too much space at every party, every hallway, and every parking lot. They were always together, skateboards under their arms, half-finished coca-cola cans in their hands, laughter echoing too loudly through college apartments that definitely couldn’t fit all of them.
You really weren’t supposed to be part of them. Even thought they we’re weird at first.
The first time they saw you, you were standing alone at some shady off-campus house party.
You were leaning against the kitchen counter in low rise jeans and a baby tee, flipping your pink bedazzled Motorola shut and open again because you didn’t know what else to do with your hands.
It was Sunghoon who noticed first. “Why is she by herself? She looks nice.” And then all seven of them ended up standing in front of you like a mildly intimidating boyband.
You don’t remember how, but that night you were adopted into their friendgroup.
You’d been with them ever since.
Especially Riki.
—
You and Riki were never stable.
You were either disgustingly in love or dramatically broken up. There was no in-between.
You’d ‘break up’ over anything:
Because he didn’t call you back fast enough. You helped another guy with his homework. He didn’t let you borrow his clothes. You told him smoking was unattractive.
And once because spilled an entire cup of Sprite on your Juicy Couture bag, which you spent your entire salary on.
You cried like a baby. He’d rolled his eyes and said, “It’s just a bag. Get a new one.”
You didn’t speak to him for a week.
The friend group suffered… Riki got quieter. You got meaner. The air felt heavy every time you were in the same room.
Until Jungwon snapped.
“I can’t do this,” he’d said, rubbing his temples. “You two are exhausting. Apologize. Now.”
You tried to act careless but you both folded in under five minutes and ended up in your bedroom.
—
You hated being called popular, but you weren’t invisible.
People knew you.
You had that early-2000s glow. Glossy lips, hoop earrings, low-rise everything. Professors remembered your name. Girls whispered about you. Boys stared a little too long.
Riki? He had baggy jeans sagged so low you could always see which brand of underwear he was wearing, Calvin Klein most days, sometimes something knockoff that you’d tease him about constantly.
“Pull them up,” you’d hiss in the middle of the mall, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and yanking it higher. “You’re embarrassing me.”
He’d just grin, completely unbothered.
“Why? You don’t like my boxers?”
“I don’t like that everyone else can see them.”
He’d lean closer, smoke still lingering faintly on his breath. “I don’t care.”
And then he’d glance down at your hips.
Low rise jeans. A tiny strip of pink lace peeking out when you moved. Belly piercing glinting under the mall lights.
“Oh,” he’d mock, tugging lightly at the strip of your thong on your hip, making it snap back. “And that’s modest?”
You’d swat his hand away. “That’s fashion.”
“Mine is too.”
“You look homeless.”
“You look like a hooker.”
“I do not. You asshole.”
You’d both be smiling by the end of it.
—
It’s one of those perfect late mid-August afternoons.
The sun is low and orange. Everything smells like hot pavement, sunscreen, and cigarettes. The entire city feels outside, kids with scraped knees, girls in denim skirts, boys shirtless with skateboards tucked under their arms.
The skatepark is loud.
Wheels scraping. Laughter echoing. Music playing from someone’s brand new portable speaker.
The whole friend group is there and Riki insisted you’d come too.
His white tank top clinging slightly to his back from sweat. Wired headphones dangling out of the pocket from his jeans. A cigarette tucked behind his ear, which you hate.
Heeseung is beside him, attempting something reckless off a skating ramp.
They take turns.
They hype each other up.
They shove each other when one of them almost eats concrete.
You’re sitting on top of the half-pipe, legs dangling over the edge, flip-flops hanging loosely off your toes. The smallest top imaginable clings to your torso more lace than fabric, blue jeans sit dangerously on your hips, held in place by a big bedazzled belt.
Riki had absolutely hated the top.
“That’s not a shirt,” he said earlier.
“It is.”
“It looks like a bra.”
“It’s hot outside.”
“It’s hot for me too.”
“Then take your shirt off.”
He gave you a glare, you walked ahead anyway.
Now you’re bored.
Bored and slightly irritate because you’ve already watched him light up two cigarettes.
Two.
And you hate when he smokes. Hate the smell. Hate the way it makes his voice raspier. Hate how casual he is about it.
And he knows that, but he does it anyway. Which makes it worse.
He skates toward you suddenly, rolling to a stop between your knees. One hand presses to the ramp beside your thigh, the other still holding his board.
“You look grumpy,” he says, squinting up at you against the sun.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
He leans forward and kisses your forehead anyway.
Then he pushes off again before you can respond.
You sigh.
You’re melting. You’re bored. And you’re watching your boyfriend risk concussions for fun.
Amazing.
Then Heeseung has an even more amazing idea.
“Teach her something,” he says, nodding toward you.
Riki looks up immediately.
You narrow your eyes.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
He’s already skating toward you again.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing your hand. “It’s easy.”
“It’s not easy.”
“It is.”
“I’m wearing slippers.”
“Then take them off.”
You gasp like he’s insane.
He grins.
“Baby, I’ll hold you.”
Everyone’s watching now.
Jay whistles from somewhere near the fence. Sunghoon pretends to wipe a tear from his eye. Sunoo is already smiling like something crazy embarrassing is about to happen.
“If I fall and ruin my outfit,” you warn, pointing a manicured finger at him, “I’ll kill you.”
He laughs. “You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
You step onto the skateboard and it wobbles instantly.
You grab his hands.
“Why is it moving?”
“Because it has wheels.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
He positions himself in front of you, holding both your hands firmly.
“Okay,” he says, focused now. “Just bend your knees a little. Then pop the tail and slide your foot up.”
“Pop what?”
“The back.”
“I don’t know what that means Riki.”
He laughs softly.
“It’s fine. I’ve got you.”
You glare. “You better.”
He counts you down.
“One. Two—”
You jump.
The board flips sideways instead of up.
Your foot lands wrong.
His grip slips and suddenly you’re falling. You hit the concrete with a very embarrassing thud.
There’s a split second of silence, then there’s Laughter.
Sunoo’s laugh is the worst. High and dramatic and absolutely unnecessary.
You sit up slowly, hair in your face, pride completely shattered.
Riki is crouching immediately. “Are you okay?”
You stare at him.
“Did you catch me?”
“I tried—”
“You did not.”
He bites back a smile.
You gasp.
“Don’t you dare laugh.”
He fails. Just a little chuckle, but that’s it for you.
You stand up, brushing off your jeans dramatically.
“I’m done.”
“Baby—”
“No.”
You grab your slippers and stomp back toward the half-pipe.
Sunoo is still giggling when you sit down beside him.
“I’d like to see you try next time,” you snap.
Sunoo chuckles. “I would never fall like that.”
“You absolutely would.”
“I have natural balance.”
“You have natural dramatics.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You wanna bet?”
You both dissolve into a stupid little argument about who would survive longer on a skateboard.
It almost distracts you from Riki.
Almost.
Until you glance over and see some random guy offering Riki a joint.
And Riki… takes it?
Your stomach drops.
He laughs at something the stranger says. Throws his head back slightly. That boxy grin that made you like him in the first place.
Your jaw tightens.
Sunoo is still talking beside you.
“…and then I’d definitely land it because— helloo? Are you even listening?”
You aren’t. Your eyes are locked on Riki.
Then a girl loses control of her board and swerves straight into him.
She stumbles forward and Riki catches her.
One hand at her waist on instinct.
You feel it before you even think, that little sting in your chest.
He lets her go immediately.
“You good?” he asks casually.
She laughs. “Yeah, thanks.”
She lingers half a second too long.
That’s it. That’s your last straw. You’re already on your feet. Sunoo reaches for your wrist. “Wait—”
Too late. You walk fast, hips swaying, chin lifted, eyes low and dangerous.
Riki doesn’t even notice until you’re right in front of him.
You grab his arm and tug him away from the small group of strangers.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He blinks. “What?”
“I said what do you think you’re doing.” you repeat, quieter but sharper.
He genuinely looks confused. “Nothing?”
You look at the joint still between his fingers.
Without breaking eye contact, you reach up, snatch it from him, drop it to the ground and grind it into the concrete with your heel.
“Are you serious right now?” he mutters.
“Oh, I’m serious.” you snap.
He runs a hand through his hair. “What is your problem?”
“My problem?” Your voice rises. “You’ve smoked, like, five cigarettes today. And now this? Oh and you’re just touching girls?”
His head jerks back. “Touching girls?”
“You literally had your hands all over her waist.”
“She ran into me.”
“And you had to grab her like that?”
“She was falling.”
You let out a sharp, humorless laugh.
“Keep it down,” he says under his breath. “Not everyone needs to know you’re mad at me again.”
That does it.
“Oh, I’m embarrassing you?!” you fire back. “You weren’t embarrassed five seconds ago.”
He steps closer, lowering his voice. “You’re making a scene.”
“You’re smoking in front of me after I told you I hate it.”
He exhales hard. “It’s my choice.”
“Oh my God.”
“It’s called free will,” he adds, clearly irritated now.
You stare at him.
“Right,” you say flatly. “So you just do whatever you want.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You were all up on her.”
“She bumped into me.”
“You didn’t have to hold her like that.”
He scoffs. “Like what?”
“Like—” You stop yourself before you say something dramatic.
He shakes his head. “You’re overreacting.”
You feel your chest tighten.
“Am I?” you ask quietly.
“Yes.”
Silence hangs between you. Then he makes the mistake.
He gestures vaguely at you.
“And don’t act like you’re not out here in that top all day.”
Your eyes widen.
“What about my top?”
“It’s too revealing.”
You laugh once. Sharp. Disbelieving.
“So now this is my fault?”
“I’m just saying—”
“You’re just saying what?” you cut him off. “That I deserve it?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“But you thought it.”
He looks frustrated now. “You can’t tell me what I thought.”
“You can’t tell me I’m overreacting.”
“You are tho.”
Your face goes cold.
“Okay.”
You step back.
“Okay,” you repeat.
He frowns slightly. “Where are you going?”
“Home.”
He grabs your wrist once.
“Don’t leave.”
“Whatever.” You say and you turn and walk away.
You expect footsteps. You expect him to call your name. You expect him to follow you like he always does.
You walk past the fence, the group of boys, past Sunoo’s wide eyes. And still nothing.
You finally glance back and your stomach drops.
He’s back on his board like nothing happened.
Like he isn’t supposed to chase you.
And that hurts more than the cigarette, more than the girl, more than the argument. Because in your head, he’s supposed to follow you and beg you to stay. But instead he just skates.’
—
By nine o’clock it’s almost completely dark, the last bit of orange fading out of the sky. Your room is lit by the glow of your TV, candles and the small lamp on your nightstand. You’re curled up in bed in soft pajamas, a plate of brownies balanced on your stomach while Clueless plays for what might be the hundredth time.
Your flip phone has been buzzing the last half hour.
Four missed calls.
Ten texts.
You’ve read none of them, you refuse to.
Then you hear A small tick against your window.
You pause mid-chew.
Another one.
And then a third.
You sit up slowly, pushing the plate aside and sliding out of bed. The floor is cool under your feet as you walk toward the window and pull the blinds apart.
Riki is standing in the street below, hands filled with tiny rocks to throw, looking up at your room like he’s been waiting for you to appear. When he sees your face, he waves casually, like this is completely normal behavior.
You stare at him for two seconds.
Then you shut the blinds and walk straight back to your bed.
Your phone buzzes again immediately.
You don’t check it.
A few seconds pass.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
You exhale sharply and shuffle back to the window, throwing the blinds open this time and sliding the window up.
“What?” you hiss down at him.
“You need to let me in,” he says like it’s obvious.
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“But I want to talk to you.”
“Too bad.”
He steps closer to the house, lowering his voice even though no one is outside. “Please, baby. I wanna make it up to you.”
You cross your arms against the windowsill. “Make what up? You didn’t do anything, remember?”
“Come on,” he tries again. “Are you really gonna let me stand out here looking like a fool?”
“Yes,” you say immediately.
He stares up at you, half offended, half impressed.
You hold his gaze for another second, then slide the window shut and drop the blinds again before he can argue. You get back into bed, pull the covers up, grab your brownie plate, and press play like nothing happened.
For a few minutes, it’s quiet.
Then you hear something strange. Not rocks this time, but a scraping sound. A shuffle. Something brushing against the side of the house.
You freeze.
The sound gets closer.
Your heart jumps as you sit up again just in time to see two hands grab onto your windowsill from the outside.
And then Riki’s stupid face appears.
You let out a sharp gasp and scramble out of bed as he hoists himself up, creased sneakers braced against the brick. He looks mildly proud of himself, slightly out of breath, hair falling into his eyes.
You slide the window open with a dramatic sigh.
“Seriously, Riki?”
He doesn’t answer. He just swings one leg over the sill and climbs into your room like he’s done it a hundred times before, landing lightly on your floor.
“You’re insane,” you whisper-yell, shoving the window shut behind him. “My dad is literally going to kill the both of us if he finds out you climbed through my window.”
“He won’t,” Riki says easily.
“And you smell like smoke,” you add, wrinkling your nose. “If he comes in here—”
“He won’t,” he repeats, completely unbothered.
You stand there with your arms crossed, trying to stay angry while he casually looks around your room like he’s on a tour.
He glances at you slowly, eyes dragging from your messy hair to your pajama shorts. A lazy grin spreads across his face.
“Those make your ass look good.”
Your mouth drops open. “That’s what you have to say right now?”
“I’m just being honest.”
“You’re fucking unbelievable.”
He walks past you toward your bed, picking up one of your pillows and tossing it aside before noticing the plate of brownies. Without asking, he takes one and bites into it.
“You made these yourself?” he asks through a mouthful.
“Yes.”
“They’re good.”
“They’re mine.”
He shrugs and flops down onto your bed like he belongs there, one arm behind his head, chewing lazily while Clueless continues playing in the background.
Your eye twitches.
“I’m still mad at you, Riki” you remind him.
“I know,” he says. “That’s why I’m here.”
You stay standing by the window like you’re guarding it, arms crossed tightly over your chest. Riki, meanwhile, looks entirely too comfortable sprawled across your bed, one hand behind his head, the other reaching lazily for another brownie.
He watches you for a moment, amused.
“Are you gonna stand there all night?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He snorts softly. “Come sit down. You’re making me nervous.”
“You weren’t nervous climbing up my house like a creep.”
He pats the mattress beside him anyway. “Baby.”
You hesitate, but you do it. Of course you do. You walk over and sit cross-legged on your bed, leaving a noticeable gap between you. You grab a pink heart-shaped pillow and hold it against your chest like armor, arms wrapped around it as a clear barrier.
Riki doesn’t look intimidated.
He slowly looks you up and down instead, gaze dragging over your shorts, your bare legs, your messy hair. He takes another bite of brownie, chews thoughtfully, then winks at you.
“Can I get a kiss?”
Your jaw drops.
“You’re unbelievable.”
You lean forward and snatch the plate of brownies out of his hands before he can grab another one. “Start talking,” you demand. “Or I swear I’m throwing you back out that window.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not strong enough for that.”
“I’ll get my dad to do it.”
He actually laughs at that, like the idea is ridiculous.
You glare harder.
He sighs dramatically and sits up, closing the space between you. The mattress dips as he moves closer.
He reaches out, resting his hand on your thigh, thumb brushing lightly against your skin. The touch is warm and familiar, annoyingly gentle.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
You narrow your eyes. “For what?”
He pauses half a second too long.
“For… making you mad.”
That’s it.
That’s the apology.
He doesn’t even fully know what he’s apologizing for, the smoking, the girl, the comment about your top, he just knows you’re upset and that saying sorry usually fixes it.
You try to hold your glare, but your grip on the pillow loosens.
This is how it always goes. One of you gets mad. The other gives a weak apology. And somehow it’s enough.
He watches your expression soften, just slightly, and that tiny shift is all he needs.
“Come here,” he says quietly, patting his lap.
You roll your eyes like you’re still annoyed, but you put the pillow aside and shift forward, settling onto his lap anyway. His hands come to your waist automatically.
He leans in and kisses you.
It starts slow, almost careful, like he’s testing if you’ll pull away. You kiss him back, fingers curling lightly into his black hair. For a few seconds, everything feels lke the argument never happened.
Then you wrinkle your nose and pull back slightly.
“Take your jacket off.”
He blinks. “What?”
“It smells like smoke.”
He smirks immediately. “If you wanted to undress me you could just say that.”
You don’t even entertain it. You grab his shirt and kiss him again just to shut him up.
He laughs against your mouth, hands tightening at your waist, and for now, at least, the fight is over.
Until he chuckles, he pulls back just slightly, still close enough that his lips brush yours when he talks.
“You know,” he mumbles, half smiling, “Sunoo told me to apologize.”
You don’t really listen, just give him another peck on his lips. “Hm?”
He shrugs, leaning back in to kiss you again like it doesn’t matter. “He said I should just say sorry and you’d stop being mad.”
Your lips press together instead of moving with his.
“And?” you ask slowly.
“And it worked,” he says lightly. “I don’t even know what I did wrong.”
You freeze.
He tries to kiss you again, but you pull your head back this time.
“Are you kidding me right now?,” you say.
He frowns, confused at the sudden shift. “What?”
“You don’t know what you did wrong?”
He laughs a little, like this is harmless. “You were just in a mood.”
You slap his arm.
Not hard. But sharp enough.
“Ow— what was that for?”
You’re already climbing off his lap. “I actually can’t stand you.”
“What?” he repeats, genuinely lost.
“You didn’t apologize because you meant it,” you snap. “You just didn’t want me to be mad.”
“That’s the same thing y/n.”
“It’s not the same thing!”
He sits there, staring at you like you’ve switched languages mid-conversation.
You grab his arm and yank him off the bed. “Come here.”
“Why are you dragging me?”
“Because you’re leaving.”
He stumbles after you as you pull him toward the window again. “I just said sorry!”
“No, you didn’t!” you fire back, pushing the window open. “You said sorry because Sunoo told you to and because you wanted me to shut up.”
“That’s not—”
“That is exactly what it was.”
He steps closer, trying to catch your wrist, trying to pull you back in like he did before. “You’re overthinking it.”
You shove his chest lightly. “Go.”
“Can you calm down for two seconds?”
“No.”
He leans in again like kissing you will solve it, like it always does. You put your hand flat against his chest and push him back.
“Get out.”
“Baby—”
“Go!”
He exhales sharply, clearly frustrated now. “You’re making this a bigger deal than it is.”
“And you’re not making it a deal at all!” you shoot back. “Come back when you can take accountability!”
You don’t care how loud you are. You don’t care if a porch light flicks on somewhere down the street. You’re too irritated to think about neighbors.
He glares at you for a second longer before finally swinging one leg over the sill again.
“This is so stupid,” he mutters as he climbs out.
“You’re stupid!” you yell back.
“You love me though.”
“Bye Riki!”
He drops down to the ground below with a dull thud and looks back up at you. “Throw my jacket!”
You grab it off your floor and hesitate for a second.
“It smells like smoke! Wash it out!” you shout.
“Just throw it y/n, Jeez!”
You toss it out the window a little harder than necessary. It hits him in the face before falling to his arms.
“And pull your up your goddamn pants, you loser!” you yell one last time before slamming the window shut.
He stands there for a second in the dim streetlight, running a hand through his hair and muttering a curse under his breath. “Fucking hell.”
He pulls up his pants anyway, then he turns and starts walking.
Riki walks home with his jacket slung over his shoulder. His jaw is tight, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he kicks at small rocks along the sidewalk. He replays the entire thing in his head.
He apologized.
Didn’t he?
He showed up. Climbed yout house. Said sorry. What else was he supposed to do?
He mutters under his breath, calling the whole situation dumb, ridiculous. Calling you dramatic.
You just crawl back into bed and press play on your movie again, rather relieved than angry.
Cher’s voice fills the room.
You reach for a brownie.
Your fingers hit an empty plate.
You stare at it.
“Oh my god,” you mutter to yourself, rolling your eyes.
—
The next day feels like nothing happened, it’s a Saturday and you’re at the mall with your friends, like usual
The mall in the center of the city is loud. Every store window is screaming SALE in red letters. Somewhere above them, a movie trailer echoes from the cinema entrance. The air smells like hotdogs, sugar, perfume samples, and fryer oil all blending into one.
Every time you guys go there to “just walk around”, someone somehow leaves with an empty wallet.
The vibe between you and Riki, though? Ice cold.
You walk slightly ahead when he’s near. Conversations split awkwardly around you two. You guys barely acknowledge each others presence. Everyone notices. No one says it yet.
You split up near the giant directory map in the middle of the mall.
Heeseung, Sunoo and you walk towards the arcade, immediately distracted by blinking machines and the sound of digital coins clinking. Jungwon and Jay walk off with one mission only, to eat every free sample the mall has to offer.
Jake, Riki and Sunghoon head towards the skate shop onsecond floor.
“Bro, I’m telling you, softer wheels are better for street,” Jake insists.
“Yeah, if you like going slow,” Sunghoon shoots back.
Riki barely speaks. He flips a board over, studies it, doesn’t see it.
He sees you in his head instead, standing at your window, yelling at him to come back when he can take accountability.
They check every board. Compare prices. Debate colors. In the end, none of them buy anything.
When they walk out into the mall hallway again, the crown hits them full force. Sunghoon stretches his arms above his head.
“So,” Jay says casually. “You and her gonna keep pretending you don’t know each other?”
Riki clicks his tongue immediately. “She’s mad at me.”
“Yes,” Riki insists. “I climbed her window. I could’ve fallen and died bro. I said sorry.”
Jake squints at him. “For what?”
Riki opens his mouth.
Closes it.
“…For making her mad?”
Sunghoon actually laughs. “That’s not an apology, idiot.”
Riki runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “She was yelling about the joint, and the cigs, and that girl at the skate park. But I didn’t even do anything with that girl. I just caught her because she bumped into me.”
Jake raises a brow. “By her waist?”
Riki hesitates. “…On instinct.”
“Mm,” Sunghoon hums. “And then?”
“And then she dragged me to the window and kicked me out ‘cause I said Sunoo told me to apologize,” Riki mutters.
Both boys stare at him.
“You told her…” Jake says slowly, “that someone else told you to apologize.”
“I was joking. “And at least I apologized? I don’t see the problem.”
Jake lets out a sigh. “I don’t know how you ever got her to like you, man.”
Riki scowls. “I literally climbed into her room. What more does she want?”
Jake grins. “Maybe don’t touch random girls in front of her.”
“She ran into me.”
“And you caught her,” Sunghoon says dryly. “You couldn’t even catch your own girl when she fell.”
Riki groans. “It’s not like that.”
Jake smirks. “Then go tell her that.”
“She’ll just get mad again.”
Sunghoon shrugs. “Get better at apologizing.”
Meanwhile the boys are discussing how to apologize to girlfriends, you’re at the arcade, trying to win a stuffed animal.
The arcade is chaos, neon lights flickering, pixelated sound effects, the constant clink-clink of coins dropping somewhere. A racing game to your left, a dance machine behind you, and right in front of you—
The claw machine.
Inside it sits the biggest stuffed cat you’ve ever seen. Grey and white, oversized head, cute smile. It’s ridiculous. You want it immediately.
You shove another coin in.
Heeseung leans casually against the machine beside you. “You’ve been trying for like ten minutes.”
“I almost had it,” you mumble, eyes locked on the claw.
Sunoo crouches dramatically beside the glass. “Manifest it. Tell it you love it.”
“I do love it,” you whisper.
The claw drops.
Grabs the cat.
Lifts it.
For one beautiful second it hangs there.
“YES!”
Then slips.
The cat falls back into the pile.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you curse under your breath, stepping back in disbelief.
Heeseung laughs softly. “Y/n, did something happen between you and Riki?”
You don’t even look at him. “He was being a dick.”
Sunoo nods immediately. “Newsflash.”
Heeseung hums in agreement. “Fair.”
No further questions.
You shove another coin in aggressively. The claw misses completely this time and you kick the machine.
Heeseung gently nudges you aside. “Let me.”
You cross your arms, pretending you don’t care. “You’re gonna lose.”
The claw lowers.
It grips the stuffed cat around its head.
Lifts it.
Carries it over to the hole.
Drops.
The cat tumbles into the prize slot.
You and Sunoo scream like he just won an Olympic medal.
“NO WAY—” you laugh. It’s bigger than you expected, soft and and perfect.
Heeseung smiles, brushing his hands off. “All skill.”
He takes the cat from the slot and hands it to you with a small grin. “For your suffering.”
You hug it immediately. “You’re my favorite person.”
He just laughs.
ou three walk out of the arcade a few minutes later, the mall lights feeling calmer after all the flashing machines. You hold the stuffed cat in your arms like it’s something precious, its giant head resting against your shoulder.
Riki notices you.
From halfway down the hall, he spots you walking toward them, oversized plush cat in your arms, laughing at something Sunoo just said.
And unfortunately for his pride, you look cute. And pretty. And happy.
It does something uncomfortable to his chest.
The groups meet in the middle of the walkway.
Sunghoon claps his hands once. “We’re gonna go find Jungwon and Jay before they eat themselves sick.”
“Too late,” Heeseung says dryly.
They all start walking, Sunghoon and Jake up front debating something again, Sunoo walking slightly behind them.
Heeseung slows just enough to walk beside Riki for half a second.
He gives him a small nod toward you.
Go.
Riki exhales through his nose.
Fine.
He steps up, walking beside you.
You don’t look at him.
He notices that immediately.
He shoves his hands into his pockets, trying to sound casual. “Where’d you get that?”
Your eyes stay forward. “Arcade.”
“Obviously.”
“Heeseung won it for me.”
There’s something about the way you say it, so simple, that hits him wrong.
He glances at the stuffed cat.
Heeseung won it… not him.
“Oh,” Riki mutters. “Cool.”
You finally lift it slightly, showing him the cat’s stupid stitched smile. “It’s my new boyfriend.” You say it teasingly.
But Riki doesn’t smile.
Something annoyed flickers across his face before he masks it.
“Yeah?” he says, voice calm but a little tight. “He looks like he’d treat you better.”
You glance at him briefly, catching that tone.
“It doesn’t climb through windows uninvited,” you reply.
He huffs softly. “Yeah. It also doesn’t have legs.”
You shrug. “Less likely to run around with random girls then.”
He goes quiet for half a second.
Then he nudges the cat’s head lightly with his fingers. “He looks dumb.”
Your eyes narrow. “Don’t talk about him like that.”
“You really replacing me with a stuffed animal?”
You keep walking straight ahead.
“Depends. Can he apologize properly?” You say, then you step up your pace to nonchalantly walk away from Riki.
You eventually find Jungwon and Jay exactly where everyone expected them to be, around a food stand with tiny paper cups in their hands.
Jay is mid-sentence when the group walks up. “I’m telling you, if you circle back in ten minutes they forget your face.”
Jake nods seriously, holding up another sample. “This one’s teriyaki chicken. Third time.”
Heeseung sighs like a tired parent.
“Are we leaving?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Sunghoon says.
Everyone slowly makes their way toward the mall exit.
Riki walks quietly behind everyone.
You do too.
By the time the glass doors slide open, the air outside is thick and warm, with the hum of traffic and laughs from somewhere down the street.
Sunghoon and Jake walk ahead, arguing about the best type of flipphone. Jay tries to convince Jungwon to stop at a convenience store on the way. Sunoo keeps poking Heeseung about the stuffed cat like it’s some kind of trophy.
You and Riki walk a few steps behind them again.
For a minute, neither of you says anything.
Your arms are wrapped around the giant plush cat, its soft head resting against your shoulder. Riki glances at it once, then looks ahead at the group, then down at the pavement like he’s building up the courage to say something.
Finally, he exhales and speaks.
“Y/n...”
You glance at him.
“I was being an asshole yesterday.”
You blink slightly.
He keeps walking beside you, hands in his pockets, gaze locked on the ground instead of on you.
“And… I’m sorry,” he adds. “For the cigarettes. And the joint. And that girl at the skatepark.”
You don’t interrupt.
He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
“And I’m sorry for not knowing how to say sorry,” he admits. “I know I kinda… suck at that.”
For a moment you just look at him.
Then a small giggle slips out before you can stop it.
He looks over immediately. “What?”
“Nothing,” you say, smiling a little. “I just like hearing you apologise”.
He shakes his head with a quiet laugh.
“I maybe shouldn’t have kicked you out the window.” You say hesitantly.
He snorts. “Maybe?”
“Okay, I shouldn’t have done that.”
He slides his hand out of his pocket and slowly, almost carefully, he lets it brush against yours. When you don’t pull away, his fingers curl around your hand.
The group ahead of you turns a corner toward the quieter streets leading back to your neighborhood.
You glance at Riki. “Do you wanna come to my house?”
His eyebrows lift. “You gonna let me in trough the door this time?”
You roll your eyes. “If you behave.”
“I always behave, baby.”
You scoff softly. “Mhm… just pull your pants up before my parents see you.”
⊹
extra note: I rlly hate the ending, I had writers block…
warnings. stepcest AU, dubcon/noncon, manipulation, loss of virginity, very very innocent naive bordering flat out dumb reader, extremely fictional don’t take it too serious, med-student Jakey, religious themes, Christian Catholic school girl y/n, life goals to be a nun, body inspection, vaginal fingering, squirting, ‘just the tip’(it’s never just the tip), rough/unprotected sex. MINORS DNI.
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It’s become an ongoing joke for the last few weeks, referring to you as ‘sister’ in only the biblical sense. He’s never envisioned himself as a church-going man, but the fact that your ultimate goal in life is to become a nun only makes him want to taint you all the more..
He should lighten up on you, he realizes sometimes when he takes the joke too far. Cracking another one about wine being drunk in church under the premise of God’s body and blood entering you, meaning that a man has entered you. In some way shape or form.
He only has this last summer to fuck around and instead of choosing to go out every night to get hammered and burn off the stressful year he’s just endured, he stays home. Listening to you read another Bible verse with the fattest smile on his face.
John 3:18 or some shit, who knows. He’s not really listening, only admiring how beautiful you look with your hair down today. Brushed out of the usual braids you put on. Round cheeks lifting whenever you meet his gaze and share a shy smile in return.
“So what do you think?”
Beautiful. Cute. Delicate and soft.
That’s what he thinks, sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest, he nods. “I think you really have a chance at being the next Mother Teresa.”
riki smut where he does that push up challenge w you underneath him and each time he comes down the kisses get longer and filthier and he starts to grind down until you eventually just spread your legs beneath him so every time he pushes himself back down he can feel you drenched for him thru his sweats and his arms are shaking in his wife pleaser because he’s trying so hard to keep going but all he wants to do is fuck you in a headlock and then ofc eventually does when he loses his shit
i just love a man losing his self control it’s my favorite trope and i need that riki cookie BAD 😩😩😩
THIS IS JUICYYYYY.. You cooked on this, lemme get on that 😋
pairing(s) | lee heeseung x f!reader, 02z line x f!reader
synopsis | jake is convinced you and heeseung are dating, which is inconvenient because he cannot prove it, and also because he and his stupid friends have less than innocent feelings about you. unfortunately, you're just too darling and irresistible that putting his friendship with heeseung above his attraction to you might just be a little bit difficult.
wc | 6,626
genres | smut with lots of plot, misunderstanding, comedy, literally just jake yearning and going crazy, this is a silly one guys
warning(s) | explicit sexual content (mdni), alcohol consumption, infidelity but it's a misunderstanding, heeseung and mc are kind of together but it's not exclusive, jake experiencing delusions at first and then actually seeing things but nobody believes him, gaslighter sunghoon, 02z being terrible people and even worse friends, mc is depicted as very feminine and referred to as cute a lot, mc is kind of one dimensional and that's deliberate, not beta'd 🙂↔️, nsfw tags below!
nsfw tags | unprotected sex, semi-public sex (at a party with the door ajar), voyeurism, wee bit of nipple play, masturbation (m), wee bit of cumplay (coming in mouth + jake imagines something)
Jake was pretty sure something was going on between you and Heeseung but he had no proof.
You were Heeseung's friend, and by association that made you his friend too, and Sunghoon's, and also Jay's. Heeseung introduced you at a Halloween party during freshman year, one that Jake had initially refused to go to, almost making it the top 10 worst regrets of his life.
He remembered his first impression of you vividly because you were wearing the tiniest, most aneurysm-inducing nurse costume and sweetly hanging off Heeseung's arm (who was also appropriately dressed in a matching sexy doctor costume). It was easy to misunderstand yours and Heeseung's relationship as romantic, or something adjacent because there was nothing platonic about the way you clung onto him that whole party, basically his arm candy for the night. Heeseung even had to clarify about ten times afterwards that you were just close friends, and that you were a very handsy drunk. But of course he made a face when Sunghoon wiggled his stupid eyebrows and asked if you were fair game.
So that was suspicious, but maybe Heeseung was just a protective best friend.
Moving on to Jake's next point: you were flirty, extremely so. Heeseung was flirty too, maybe even worse than you (you called it the October Libra Man Disease, and Jake was never into astrology so he could not refute). The two of you were always up to some shit right in front of everybody. Heeseung always gave you his jacket, drove you around and saved the last bite of his food for you. You always brought little snacks in your bag for him, wore his baseball jersey and snuggled up to his side during movie nights.
But the thing was, you both did that flirty shit with just about everybody, which was really ruining Jake's hypothesis though he did enjoy when you'd blink at him all cute, pretending to be helpless so he'd open a jar for you or something.
Anything that you did with Heeseung, you also did with him and his friends. He's seen you take numerous selfies on Jay's phone and insisting that he put a pink heart on your contact name. He's also caught you wrestling Sunghoon while scantily dressed in a mini skirt (mind you Jake's heart nearly fell to his ass when he peeped a sliver of your thighs because your skirt rode up too high). Maybe you were just greedy, flirting with the whole friend group recklessly like that, but he couldn't fault you because he was just a little bit obsessed with you.
That was the problem actually. You were too cute, too darling and too fucking hot it made Jake want to bury his head in a dirt hole. And if you and Heeseung were a thing, he mustn't want you like this. It was even worse with Jay and Sunghoon also wanting to fuck you sideways and he knew they did because he's seen their messages to each other.
Talking about sweet and unsuspecting you like that behind your back should be a crime punishable by death. It may be casual to them but it was not to him. In fact, it was egregious to be yearning for his friend's girl that wasn't his friend's girl, or whatever. That was precisely why he needed to either confirm that you and Heeseung were not together in any ways that matter, or stop thinking about you in inappropriate settings.
It was Sunday morning and he was at a diner with Jay and Sunghoon. You were not there of course, because you were warming Heeseung's bed, which was so extremely suspicious despite you both insisting that you just sleep there. Jake was poking at his pancakes while presenting his Heeseung and Yn research again.
"Don't you see it?" he was wistful as he waved the fork in his hand around, vaguely gesturing like he was drawing a diagram, "she's all cute and giggly with Heeseung around."
Jay stared at him with a deadpan look on his face, exasperated because he's had this conversation one too many times. He didn't placate Jake with a reaction and simply continued shoving pancake into his mouth.
Sunghoon was less nice about it, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes, "Would you stop? That's the third time you've said that this week."
Jake tilted his head like he was pretending to think, "Well, no." Despite his friends' wishes, he continued, "You guys are such haters! There's no way they're not at least fucking!"
"Jake, would you give it a rest?" it was Jay who spoke this time. He must really be at his limits because his eyebrows were so furrowed that no amount of botox could reverse the damage. "Why does it matter if they're fucking or not?"
"You really don't wanna know?" Jake was nearly incredulous when he asked, eyes wide and mouth stretched into a disbelieving line, "Why were you guys moaning about how hot she is then?"
Sunghoon physically pinched his eyebrows together, failing to see how the two things connect. When he voiced this, he was simply answered with a loud scoff and an exaggerated eye roll.
"Because," Jake threw his hand in the air like Jay and Sunghoon were idiots for not following, "if they're together then we can't want to jump her bones. That's nasty snake behavior!"
There was a beat of silence when Jake's two friends just stared back at him like he'd grown another head. Then Sunghoon cackled like Jake just said the funniest thing in the world, and Jay snorted around the fork in this mouth. Jake was speechless; his stupid friends must have thought thirsting for a taken person is a-okay. He never thought his friends were sleazy but maybe they were because they were openly discussing what positions they'd put you in via text while Heeseung was in the room. Jake thought about it too, how cute you'd look on your knees, but he'd never talk about it and especially not while your man was there because he at least knew what decorum was.
They bickered back and forth for a while but ultimately dropped the subject, with the mystery at hand decidedly unsolved. So Jake was left to wonder about the status of Heeseung's relationship with you, yet again. And maybe he was also displaying nasty snake behavior because he had to physically fight back impure thoughts as he scrolled through your new Instagram post. Jake debated just straight up asking you or Heeseung, but he knew you'd give him that same wishy-washy shit about being super close friends again. He didn't know why you wouldn't just confirm it and put an end to his misery.
Jake couldn't remember when this happened but he started to keep count of questionable happenings that could indicate your relationship with Heeseung was romantic. He wasn't sure if doing this helped at all. Actually, it made every interaction between you and Heeseung look odd to him. At some point it felt like you two were fucking with him on purpose, or maybe he was experiencing delusions. Between your secretive smiles and Heeseung's wandering hands, Jake had just about had it.
Off the top of his head, Jake could recite two instances of incredibly damning evidence to support his case. Firstly, there was that one time Heeseung showed up to a group study session diabolically late, vaguely flushed and shiny despite the chilly weather. Jake hummed, but didn't say anything. Then he unzipped his jacket to reveal a gazillion love bites cascading down his neck and chest.
While Sunghoon whistled and Jay barely reacted, Jake's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. This had to have been your handiwork. Heeseung literally spent half of his waking hours with you and the other half with Jake and his friends, and as far as Jake was concerned, none of his friends were into Heeseung like that (though, maybe Sunghoon was a bit—let him not think about that too much). He tried to investigate to no avail; Heeseung simply grinned, put a finger against his own mouth and told Jake to shush.
Secondly, the nail on the head for Jake was when he spotted you, surprisingly alone, at Yeonjun's party. You were dressed skimpily as per usual, and while Jake tried very hard not to gawk directly at your cleavage, he couldn't help but notice the small pendant on your necklace, glittering in the neon lights. It was an H. You were wearing an H pendant. H for Heeseung.
Right, so that was basically confirmation that you and Heeseung were dating. If Jake's mind was sounder he'd have a field day about how possessive Heeseung was, to the point of having you wear his initial around your neck like a collar. Instead, he nodded sagely and swore to beat himself up if he lusted after you again. He informed the group chat with Jay and Sunghoon immediately, just a concise "Hey, so Heeseung and Yn are for real dating", to which he received no response. Maybe he needed to beat Jay and Sunghoon up too, whenever they verbalize their evil, nasty thoughts about you.
Jake was naive to think everything would end there.
It was Halloween again, which meant there was going to be a huge party and the whole friend group would dress up and get wasted. Jake opted out of wearing matching costumes with Jay and Sunghoon because the two of them decided to go as those fuckass animals from Zootopia. They even prepared the sloth costume for him too but he was having none of it. He managed to borrow a bob wig and an orange sweater to put together a last-minute Velma costume, completed with his own dorky glasses that he hadn't worn since high school.
Although Jake promised to keep this thoughts about you pure, he couldn't help but anticipate what stunt you would pull for the night. Halloween was kind of yours and Heeseung's thing; you two always went above and beyond for the occasion, preparing stellar costumes and staying in character the whole night. The party was in full swing by the time you got there, and if it wasn't for the oohings and aahings, Jake wouldn't have noticed your entrance. The second his eyes landed on you, he felt like he should be struck by lightning.
As predicted, you and Heeseung showed up in matching costumes: a gender flipped version of Misa Misa and Light from Death Note, which meant you were donning an egregious version of a school uniform while Heeseung debuted a shiny head of blond hair and a gothic getup. Jake's jaw dropped, of course, and he barely managed to gulp down the rest of his beer when you sauntered through the crowd to greet him. He was then suddenly aware of how stupid he looked in his wig and chunky glasses. He should have just worn a button up, dripped some fake blood down his chin and went as a vampire; he'd rather be called basic than look dumb as hell in front of you.
"Hi Jake. You look cute!" you greeted him enthusiastically, reaching out to knock on the bridge of his glasses. Up close, he could see the entirety of your outfit and it made the all the blood in his head rush south so fast he nearly keeled over. Your interpretation of Light as a woman would definitely land you in a post on Twitter about the fetishization of school uniforms; the hem of your skirt just barely grazed the back of your thighs and your shirt, well, it was cut so low you might as well not have worn it. The worst part by far was your garter and stockings combo; it almost felt like you wore them to target him specifically.
"What are you supposed to be?" Heeseung asked good-naturedly but it felt like a hit to Jake's ego regardless. In response, you gasped and delivered a swift smack to his chest and explained that Jake was, in fact, Velma from Scooby Doo. You were about to say something again, maybe to compliment his shapely wig, when you were cut off by the grating, irritating sounds of his two best friends' hooting and hollering. Just seconds later, they were right by his side and he knew this because he could feel Sunghoon's bunny ears went thwack against the back of his head.
"Jesus fuck, you look so fucking hot," Sunghoon sounded insane, almost feral, and it made Jake want to sock him in the face from second hand embarrassment. Heeseung was literally right behind you and he still had the nerve to ogle you so openly. "Gimme a spin."
You merely complied with a sweet little giggle. Heeseung even helped you with your twirl, looking almost proud that his friends were so obviously attracted to you. Well, if you were Jake's girlfriend he wouldn't be nearly as generous or forgiving.
"You look good too Heeseung." Jay commented with a grin, foxy and devious; the ears atop his head only added to the look. "Who knew you'd make a cute goth."
Heeseung accepted the compliment easily and credited you for your groundbreaking creative vision. His arms were hovering around your waist where they usually were, casual but claiming, "She would be too powerful as Misa so I had to make the brave sacrifice."
Jake nearly rolled his eyes, maybe from Heeseung's smugness or from imagining you in a skin tight leather outfit, completed with fishnet stockings and bouncy pig tails. The envy bubbling in his guts was almost out of control. Oh look at me, I'm the super smart and ultra successful Lee Heeseung and my girlfriend is the hottest and sweetest person on earth. Maybe Jake needed to get shot before he started turning green.
Thank fuck Heeseung decided to whisk you away when he's had enough of Jay and Sunghoon zeroing in on your tits, conveniently ignoring the shiny H pendant. If Jake had to endure another second of you fidgeting with the hem of your skirt and making heart eyes at your boyfriend, he would have burst every vein in his body. Instead of feeling sorry for himself, he retreated to a nearby staircase with a new drink in hand and quietly enjoyed the party. He passed the time watching you play beer pong (badly) with your boyfriend, coyly hanging off his arms the same way you did when Jake first saw you.
He got temporarily distracted when a girl, somebody from his year, approached him. It was Chaewon, also dressed as Velma, although her bob was real. She struck up a conversation about their identical costumes and asked if he'd want to take a photo with her friends who went as the rest of the Scooby Doo cast. Jake agreed; maybe this would give him something to giggle about because as hot as it was, watching Heeseung play with the H pendant sitting pretty on your chest was slowly making him miserable.
As the night got later and the party fizzled out, Jake was positively shit-faced. He was unfortunately feeling the contents of his stomach crawling back up his esophagus and the beginnings of a migraine, so he politely excused himself to get a breather. He barely managed to crawl upstairs, wrestled a window open and promptly stuck his head out, the chilly October air cooling him down instantly. Unlocking his phone to a handful of notification, Jake opted to scroll for a little bit, liking the photos he was tagged in (which included a selfie of Sunghoon and Jay posing with finger guns that he wasn't even pictured in) and lingering just a little too long at the mirror selfie you posted of your outfit. He was pleased enough, just zooming in and out of your photo when he picked up on a few distant giggles that he thought sounded like yours.
At first, he brushed it off; maybe he was entering the stage of having a crush where he started hallucinating your voice. But something felt off, so Jake went down the hall way looking for the source of the laughter anyway. He stopped right at an agape door and peeped inside.
It was you. You were standing in between someone's legs, bouncing on your heels and giggling like you were up to something devious. From this angle he couldn't really see who you were with, but obviously it had to be Heeseung, who else could it be? Only, it wasn't Heeseung. Last he remembered, Heeseung was sporting a head to toe leather look not a retina-burning neon green shirt, with a clashing purple tie and a pair of tan trousers to boot.
Hold on.
Was that Jay?
Jake blinked rapidly, then shook his head, because Jay promptly pulled you down onto his lap as you yipped and wrapped your arms around his neck for stability. You didn't seem alarmed by this, in fact you looked pleased, giggling as he brushed his knuckles against your cheeks. You seemed content to let him grab a few greedy squeezes of your body—the back of your thighs, the give of your waist, the swell of your ass, still covered by your flimsy skirt. Your fingers were twirling with the hair near the top of Jay's head and that was when Jake belatedly realized he still had those stupid orange ears on.
"Kiss me?"
What.
The way those words tumbled from your mouth immediately sent Jake into a spiral. Not that what was happening thus far wasn't incriminating but this was definitely the smoking gun. You were cheating on your boyfriend, a sentence Jake never thought he'd conjure, and even worse, he was watching you do it.
And what did he know, seconds later, you and one of his best friends were kissing. Jay was normally a man of discipline, so this was low and unexpected. Of course you were smoking hot, but you were also taken, by his best friend no less. Everything about this felt surreal to Jake; you and Jay making out in a random room at a Halloween party and him catching you whilst dressed as Velma. Sweet little you who looked so enamored by your charming boyfriend, sneaking behind his back to let his friend lick into your mouth and paw at your tits. Oh and the sounds, god. Jake didn't know just the sounds of lips smacking together could be this loud, but they weren't nearly as bad as the little pleased moans that you'd let slip here and there.
"Can I take this off, baby?" Jay sounded breathless when he pulled away, fingers toying with the buttons of your blouse which were threatening to snap. Nodding approvingly, you popped the buttons of your top open and the way your tits came spilling out almost send Jake into cardiac arrest. Immediately, Jay latched his mouth onto your nipples, groaning with his mouth full like he was just serviced the best meal of his life.
You whined, balling up your fists like the feeling was too much, hissing as Jay delivered a harsh bite to your tender skin, "No marks, please."
The way your voice sounded almost coy sent a zap of electricity straight to Jake's chest. And it was how Jay hummed, as if in understanding, that made everything worse. He finally let go of your tits with a lewd pop and Jake involuntarily shuddered. You looked legitimately like a figment of Jake's imagination, needy and messy with your clothes askew (the fact that they were still on but just undone was really doing it for him), eyes heavy with lust, but still so darling even though you were being unfaithful to your boyfriend. You let Jay lay you flat across the bed and fold you in half, smiling like you were thrilled he was being so rough with you. Your legs smoothly wrapped around Jay's hips, pulling him closer, as you started clawing at his back like you were desperate for him to do something.
"God, you're so fucking cute." Jake was sure he was teasing you at this point, going so slow and gentle, caressing your face and brushing over your hips. When you whined again, wiggling your hips to communicate your need, he finally relented. "You get this wet from having your tits played with?"
You nodded, completely shameless, arching your back at whatever Jay was doing to you. Jake couldn't see what the fuck was going on but he had a faint idea; if that was him, he'd be knuckle-deep in you already, stretching you out for what was to come.
"Need you to fuck me," you pouted, hands disappearing beneath your skirt, no doubt to pull your panties aside judging from Jay's crazed expression, "please," you added like an afterthought.
"Nuh-uh, don't have a condom on me." Jake rolled his eyes. Jay was already knees deep in his backstabbing arc, why would he let a lack of protection stop him now. Though decidedly, it was a smart decision, one that would never cross Jake's mind.
You were instantly petulant, "Don't care, just fuck me!"
Jake pinched his eyes shut, nearly groaning aloud and blowing his cover. You were going to let his friend fuck you raw, just like that? For a moment, Jake thought Jay would give in to your tempting offer, as he started unbuckling his belt and pulling his erection out, which you moaned at. Though instead of indulging you, he simply gave you another kiss and scolded you for being silly.
"Here's what we're gonna do," he explained between slapping his cock on your messy pussy, and Jake only knew this thanks to the sticky sounds reverberating in the room, "I'm gonna grind on this cute little pussy, and you're gonna cum for me like that, yeah?"
You choked out a pitiful whimper but ultimately agreed. And then the worst 15 minutes of Jake's life began. The creaking bed, the nasty squelching, your little moans muffled by Jay's hand; Jake could no longer bear it. He was close to just pulling his cock out right there, but fearing someone would catch him, he ducked into the room right next door. Thankfully, it was empty, and in his haste to lock the door, he didn't realize he could hear you even better though the shared wall. He was already dripping by the time he managed to free his cock from his pants, narrowly swallowing a relieved hiss. He needed to be quiet, which was a challenge seeing as he was the noisiest person in the world, but he'd rather pass away than be caught in such a state.
"'m so close, please," you sounded like you were near tears, so pornographic that Jake had to squeeze around his base or he was going to cum right then and there. You warbled, hiccuping through Jay's rough thrusts, "Please jus' put it in, just a little bit?"
Jake could hear his friend struggle to not give into your plea. You must be a sex demon or something, sent by Satan himself to bring them all to hell. He couldn't begin to imagine what you looked like at this moment, folded in half with your legs locked behind Jay's back, tits bouncing and pussy so soaked it must have dripped all over the bed. And your face, god, another second of picturing your fucked-out face and Jake would need to be stretchered into the emergency room.
"Please," you begged again, sobbing at this point, "just the tip?"
"Fuck," that curse was guttural, like it was knocked out of Jay's chest, "you always beg for cock like that?" He sounded just as wrecked as you, if not more and Jake totally empathized; if you were underneath him and crying for his cock like that, he would have given it to you ten times over already. But it seemed Jay eventually reached his limit because he folded immediately when you begged for the third time, "Okay baby, just the tip yeah?"
Jake had half a mind to scoff but his mouth completely ran dry at the cry that escaped your mouth when you finally got your wish. You sounded like a mess, and you must have looked it too. At this point, Jake's got his jaw clenched and his fist gripped so hard around his cock he could have cut off circulation. He was about to explode but he wanted to hear you cum first. And his prayers were answered because just minutes later, you sobbed as you reached your climax, jumbling all your words together from the sheer force of your orgasm.
When you started whimpering a quiet little "Nuh-uh, in my mouth", Jake was done for. As Jay was grunting breathlessly, milking his cock into your awaiting mouth, Jake was also spilling all over his hands. The mental image of you with cum all over your cheeks and agape mouth was going to be stuck in his brain for the next couple weeks. Jake belatedly remembered that only Heeseung was supposed to see you like that, and now his traitor of a friend also did. Though he couldn't deny that he would have also done the same thing if the opportunity was presented to him. He barely had time to collect himself before you were giggling in satisfaction and rustling around, probably to fix up your clothes. He only dared to let out a tiny whimper once he heard the door clicked shut and your feet shuffling down the stairs like nothing happened.
The rest of Jake's night was miserable because he spent the next 10 minutes fisting his cock to the thought of you again, wringing himself so dry it almost hurt to move. He was barely consolable when a sobered up Sunghoon drove him back to their shared apartment. Sunghoon made a snide comment about how he reeked of sex and promptly went to bed after leaving him on the couch. Jake's dream that night was understandably filled with you—on your knees with your cheeks full, bent over with your messy face buried in the sheets, smiling like a little minx as you reminded him not to leave any marks lest your boyfriend found out you let other men fuck you dumb. Safe to say, his Halloween was rough, and that was putting it lightly.
The following weeks were somehow even worse. You still clung to Heeseung like you never cheated on him and your boyfriend seemed none the wiser, still obliviously smitten. Jay was also unaffected, which was so mind boggling because had it been Jake in that room, he would be crashing the fuck out if he saw you glued to Heeseung afterwards like nothing happened. He should feel terrible. He should hate the both of you for doing that to Heeseung.
But to his horror, he found himself making excuses for you. You were such a sweetheart that you would never betray your boyfriend for no reason. It could be that Heeseung was secretly an asshole who didn't fuck you well enough (mind you, if Jake was your boyfriend that would never be a problem). Or perchance Jake was too drunk and hallucinated the whole thing.
Maybe not that last one, since as delusional as he was, he definitely saw you.
Even looking at you was a struggle, not just because he was sitting on such incriminating information, but also because he knew what you looked like, what you sounded like when you were in the throes of pleasure.
The thing was, Jake was generally lovely but he had a jealous and vindictive side. He liked you a whole lot and would never want to get you in trouble but a part of him secretly wanted Heeseung to catch you red-handed at that party. Then he wouldn't have to deal with the emotional turmoil of not being able to fess up to Heeseung. Plus, if your boyfriend decided he was sick of you, Jake would be all too happy to coddle you through the fallout because he was just so kind-hearted and forgiving.
He had been itching to tell anybody about what he saw but who could he tell really. Ideally, he should have told Heeseung already but he just couldn't muster up the courage. He wasn't sure it was even his place to do such a thing; maybe Heeseung needed to hear it from your mouth.
But it got to a point. Jake eventually lost the one-month long battle to his inner demons, the demons being his inability to shut his gigantic mouth. So he decided to tell Sunghoon, well, more like he accidentally blurted it out while Sunghoon was there.
"I saw her with Jay, Halloween night."
Sunghoon looked up from his assignment, mumbling a confused "Who?". Jake was already midway into saying your name when he decided to clasp his hand over his mouth in dramatic fashion, like the damage hadn't already been done.
"… O…kay…?" Sunghoon still looked lost, "and what's wrong with that?"
"You don't get it!" Jake was nearly hysterical, his weeks-long frustration finally pouring out. "They hooked up and I saw them!"
Jake thought Sunghoon would be outraged, or at least a little surprise, instead, he was making this scrunched up skeptical face like Jake was pulling his leg, "Are you sure you didn't imagine that?"
"What the f—I was literally outside the door!" He must look insane right then, clutching the table, then his own hair, then Sunghoon's shoulders, shaking him with vigor.
For some reason, Sunghoon still looked unconvinced, only humming a little uh-huh and slowly nodding. He processed the information for another beat, then his eyes started crinkling devilishly, a wolfish grin making its way across his mouth.
"You saw her, huh?" Sunghoon leaned across the table, suddenly interested, "Dude, she must've been so fucking hot. " He wheezed and pretended to fan himself, "What the hell, now I'm mad I wasn't there."
Jake widened his eyes and shook his head with his hands in the air, incredulous at his friend's completely inappropriate reaction to the situation. Sunghoon was a bit of an air-head but how was he not grasping the fact that you cheated on your boyfriend, with their best friend! When he did finally notice that Jake didn't think this was a joking matter, he cleared his throat and tried to soothe him with a couple pats on the shoulder.
"'m just kidding," Sunghoon nudged him a little, "but you must have seen somebody else because Jay was with me the whole night."
Now he was just taking the piss. Jake knew exactly what he saw, and he was adamant too, until Sunghoon pulled out his phone and showed him photos of himself and Jay at a convenience store, gobbling down ramen that same night. Jake was dumbfounded for a second; he was drunk and too preoccupied with soothing his angry erection that he couldn't remember what time it was. He did remember Sunghoon taking him home at around 2 am, maybe 30 minutes after everything took place. Then he looked at the timestamp on the picture — 1:07 am, October 31st, 2025.
What.
Jake kept darting his eyes between the date and his two friends pictured in the photo, still in their costumes sans the ears, holding uneven disposable chopsticks with two steaming cups of ramen in front of their faces. He couldn't compute the timeline at all; it wouldn't have been possible for Jay to be with Sunghoon at 1:07 if he had just finished taking his cock out of your mouth at 1:30.
Had he really been hallucinating. Did he need to see a doctor.
There was no chance that Sunghoon could have manipulated the timestamps because of his aforementioned air-headedness. For the first time in weeks, instead of feeling intense mental tumult, he was completely stumped. He must have made a face so silly that Sunghoon had to put his phone down and giggle.
So it couldn't have been Jay that he saw. Maybe it was another party attendee who also went as that orange fox. So you cheated on your boyfriend with a random person, which was still bad of course, but slightly less so. Or maybe it was worse because at least Jay was hot, and from what Jake knew, packing. Then he was doubting if he even saw you at all. What if it really was a lust-filled, alcohol-fueled fever dream. He'd like to believe that he'd committed you to memory well enough that he knew what you looked like, but now he wasn't so sure.
This new piece of information shocked him enough that he was left dazed and confused for the remainder of the study session. He kept thinking about it but still came up empty. Eventually he got so exhausted juggling his many classes and his part-time job that he managed to push the whole thing to the back of his mind for a little bit. It helped that you and Heeseung were also busy doing fuck's all and Jake didn't get to see you two that often. He thought that was it—he'd forget about it and everybody would move on like nothing was ever amiss.
Until winter break.
Jay had so graciously offered to drive them all to his parents' vacation home in the mountains and who was Jake to turn down such a generous offer. You tagged along too, naturally, because Heeseung was coming. After not having seen you for a while, the sight of you all bundled up in your stupid scarf and ear muffs did shock him a bit. He thought after the whole Halloween hallucination debacle that his crush on you would fizzle out but apparently not. He literally felt his fingers tremble like he was experiencing withdrawal, itching with desire to pinch your sweet little face.
In a preventative effort to not act a fool in front of you and your boyfriend, Jake had opted to sit in the very back so the only thing he could look at was the back of your head. And even that was too much for him. Unfortunately, Sunghoon was seated right beside him and the first thing he did after settling in was send a screenshot of your Instagram story to Jake alongside the message "need to eat her". Then he spent the rest of the ride sleeping and drooling liberally on Jake's shoulder. Meanwhile, Jake occupied himself with thinking about how he was going to spend the next three day to avoid interacting with you as much as possible.
It took until dusk to reach their destination and by then everybody was too tired to do anything and just settled into their own rooms. Jake opted to explore the premise a bit, marveling at the extravagant display of wealth—floor-to-ceiling glass windows everywhere, shiny wood flooring, matching furniture and the faint scent of essential oil wafting through the whole space. Jay was so normal that Jake sometimes forgot how obscenely rich his family was. When he spotted the enormous jacuzzi right out the porch, he already knew he would spend the entire evening soaking in it until he turned the color of boiled prawn.
And according to plan, while everybody was napping in their room and Jay was passionately fixing up some dinner, Jake took his sweet time pruning himself up in the hot water. Dinner was delicious, though he could not recall much of it because Jay did open one of his parents' fancy champagne and gave a generous serving to everybody. Then it was movie time and try as he might, Jake could not make it past the 40 minute mark, all that alcohol at dinner and the warm bath making it hard for him to stay awake. He didn't know when he passed out but when he managed to crack an eye open, it was close to midnight and the living room was empty. Somebody was kind enough to prop his head up on the couch's arm rest and draped a blanket over his body. Groggy, he sunk deeper into the comfortable fleece and fell back asleep, not yet worried about the neck pain that would inevitably plague him come morning.
And what did he know, the foretold neck pain woke him up first thing the next day before the sun was fully up. He wriggled around pitifully to roll out the knot in his neck and shoulders to no avail. Jake had no intention of getting up yet, and he was trying to make himself comfortable again when a splash could be heard from outside. He didn't think anybody would be awake at this hour, much less already outside soaking in that gigantic jacuzzi. Maybe it was Jay—he did love performatively engaging in health and wellness practices once every month. Jake slowly rubbed the sleep from his eyes, fully expecting to see Jay do some fuckass hot tub yoga but what he saw instead made all the drowsiness in his body immediately dissipate.
It was you, of fucking course it was, submerged in the steaming water with your hair tied up, exposing the soft curve of your neck and collarbones. Jake blinked rapidly, taking in the sight of your breasts snugly cupped by that ridiculous bikini top. The beads of water rolling down your skin were also much appreciated.
He tried not to stir too much lest you notice he was wide awake and staring at you through the massive window, though he was sure you couldn't see much of him from where you were. Jake was trying to scoot a little further up for a better view but quickly stopped in his track when he heard footsteps coming from behind. He squeezed his eyes shut again, pretending to be asleep as a million thoughts raced through his head.
The logical and obvious conclusion was those footsteps belonged to Heeseung. Jake knew your boyfriend would do literally anything you asked, including joining you for a hot bath at ass o' clock despite sleeping through lunch every other day. But he was unfortunately reminded of the cursed Halloween night (he was still on the fence if he imagined it or not), and he didn't know what he would do if he opened his eyes to Jay chumming up to you in that tub.
The door slid open with a gentle squeak and Jake involuntarily held his breath. He could feel whoever it was at the door directly looking at him to gauge if he was awake. A beat passed. Jake was fully gripping his own pants underneath the blanket so he would not make a face, or god forbid, a sound. It seemed his acting was stellar because the footsteps resumed outside, and not even a second later, you giggled at whoever it was that just joined you.
"Morning. You came!"
Your tub friend snorted and instantly Jake's eyebrows shot all the way up his hairline. He didn't dare to open his eyes yet. Without a doubt, he knew who that stupid laugh belonged to because he was on the receiving end of it more times than he could count. His spine was beginning to tingle with an emotion he couldn't place and his stomach was churning like he was seconds from throwing up.
"Well not just yet, but I will in a bit."
Jake heard that stupid fucking joke loud and clear. That bassy voice was unmistakable. He trembled as his eyes cracked open just a tiny bit and sure enough, wading through the steaming water next to you was none other than his other best friend, Sunghoon.
a/n | how i felt ending part 1 with that cliffhanger 😼😼😼
these are my head cannons for riki as a boyfriend <3
1. holding hands
he probably doesn't enjoy pda much, but hand holding is okay. like if you go to lunch with friends, he's holding your hand beneath the table or drawing random shapes into your palm while pretending to listen to conversations.
i can also see him enjoying playing with your hands in general. at home if you're both watching a movie together he's holding your hand, twisting your rings, or comparing hand sizes.
2. back hugs
i feel like he's a fiend for both giving and receiving back hugs. if you're doing anything in the kitchen, like baking something or making him food, he's attached to you like a koala the entire time.
he doesn't talk a whole lot when he's not goofing around so i feel like gentle touches and connections like a back hug are his way of showing you he's there emotionally and physically.
3. phone calls
riki will sit silently with you all day, enjoying your presence and gentle interactions, but if you guys are apart? best believe he's calling you or asking you to facetime him.
if you haven't seen each other for awhile he'll tell you how his day went, going into all the little details because he knows you'll ask if he doesn't. and he makes sure to ask you how your day went too, consoling you if your day was long or tiring. and of course you guys talk for hours or until one of you fall asleep. (it's usually him)
4. gifts
riki seems like the type to give gifts to show he cares. just small things like a stuffed animal, a new hoodie, or a cute charm bracelet. anything to let you know he thinks about you all the time.
and if he's not giving you a gift he's asking you about things you're interested or things you want so he knows what to get you next time.
5. getting shy
riki seems like the type to get shy if you tease him and he probably acts way softer with you as opposed to his usual cooler persona around other people.
compliments and praise also make him go quiet with appreciation. if you were to compliment his dancing, unlike how he responds to other people, he'd probably go quiet, nodding awkwardly and smiling.
6. teasing
he's definitely the teasing type. he'll joke with you, tickle you, and basically do anything to make you smile. your happiness is his happiness and anything that makes you laugh is funny to him too. he also likes to mess with you about your height.
he likes to joke about your favorite foods and the different treats you like to eat, but really it's just to make you talk about them more so he can buy them for you later. everything is a love language and he simply wants to see that pretty smile everytime he's with you.
7. asking for kisses
i don't think he's afraid to ask for kisses. since your relationship isn't based on physical intimacy or displays of affection, riki doesn't take kisses so seriously. if you ask him for a kiss he'll give you one, and vice versa.
he also makes you give him a kiss everytime he does you a favor since "he doesn't do anything for free." so if he grabs something off of a high shelf for you, kiss. if he let's you wear his favorite hoodie, kiss. it's a simple trade.
8. height differences
he's clearly a decently tall guy so he doesn't mind your height. if you're way shorter he of course teases you about it. and if you're anywhere near his height he's still bragging about how many inches taller he is.
he'll purposely walk faster occasionally to see you rush to stay beside him, and he definitely talks shit when ever you ask him to get something off of a high shelf.
9. knows no personal space
if you're sitting alone he makes it his mission to make sure he's next to you at all times. he'll cuddle you, rest his head on your lap, anything.
and sleeping beside him during the cold months is great because he loves to hug you, spoon you, and his hands are always warm. but sleeping beside him on a summer day sucks because he loves to be close no matter what. so you have to kick off the covers an make sure the ac is running.
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝑳𝐔𝐃𝐄 ﹒∬﹒ letting your best friend help you relax and show you how much he loves to eat.
🥥 nishimura riki x f. reader ✦ nsfw 18+ childhood bestfriends 𝓦. oral (f receiving), spit, fingering, petnames, mentions of making out, etc. NOT PROOFREAD.
MILAN’S NOTE woahhhh so im scared !! first smut post here, i wanted to try something new so please be kind 🙏🏽 (jk i don’t really care) also munch riki,, propaganda i WILL be falling for #iloveaneater
“where is she?” riki panted, out of breath. he had came as soon as he saw what day it was—two days until final exams. this was what you’d been waiting all semester for, your moment of truth, the reason you’d spent days in your room avoiding everyone until you knew the lessons like the back of your hand.
gia, your roommate, turned to where he stood in the doorway. “where else would she be, right now?”
he took that as an answer, and headed straight to the staircase.
stressed was far from what you were feeling at this point. everyone around you had more faith in you than you did in yourself, and riki was one of them. time and time again, he reminded you of why you were doing this and how hard you’d worked to get to where you were. but the sound of his encouragement was drowned out by doubts.
riki jogged up the steps, the small chains around his neck clanking quietly.
he reached your bedroom door, listening for a moment before reaching for the knob.
there you were, sprawled out on your bed with papers from your notepad scattered across the duvet. your arms rested over your eyes but you were wide awake. the raging pain that went on in your head prevented you from getting any rest the night before, as well as the next day.
riki stood in your doorway, his shoulders slouching when he saw your state. you hadn’t even acknowledged his presence like you usually did, so he knew you were at your breaking point.
“y/n,” he called out quietly.
he approached your bed with careful steps, waiting for a response that he never got. you didn’t have the energy to speak or for a pep talk right now. you couldn’t even hug him if you wanted to.
riki sat beside you on your bed, his hand coming to pat your thigh gently.
“hey,” his voice was soft. “c’mon sit up for me.”
you groaned—stubbornly—but did so anyway. your arms falling to your sides as you pushed yourself to sit against the headboard.
riki looked at you for a moment before speaking.
“i’m not here to yell at you or anything,” he mumbled, his hand remaining in the same place, but squeezing gently.
you hummed, “maybe you should.”
he shook his head, his lips pressed in a straight line. normally he’d laugh at the things you said but not now. he really was concerned for you and you felt guilty knowing that he was.
“tell me what to do,” riki said. “what can i do to help?”
you shrugged, not knowing what could possibly calm you down in that moment. there was absolutely nothing you could do that would take your mind off of it. or so you thought.
riki sat closer to you on your bed now, sitting in deafening silence as you both thought for a moment. there was really only one thing riki could come up with that might lift some weight off of your shoulders.
his hand moved further up to the waistband of your leggings.
you even didn’t flinch, but your expression changed slightly, the corners of your lips twitching.
“what are you doing?”
his face was still, as if he had good intentions. but what he intended to do was anything but.
“do you remember gia’s end-of-the-year party?” he asked quietly, his fingers dancing across the edge of your pants.
he was referring to the one and only time you had been drunk enough to make out with him, an occurrence that you both swore to never talk about. but here he was, reliving the past.
“riki, we said we wouldn’t—“
“do you trust me?” his body was closer to yours, his face only inches away.
warmth climbed your neck as you tried to muster up a response but there was nothing. you could only stare back at your best friend, wondering how such a topic even came up.
he waited and waited, his fingers hooking into your pants’ waistband and resting there.
your shiver was enough for him to continue.
riki’s eyes remained on yours as he climbed further into your bed, his other hand coming to rest on your tummy as he coaxed you to lay back once more.
he tugged on your leggings with one hand, his nails gently scraping against your thigh as he peeled them off of you.
the cool air hit your skin, making your legs shake (more so in anticipation).
his hands came to rest on the plush of your thighs, spreading and settling between them. your breath caught as you met his gaze again.
“you’d tell me if you didn’t want this, right?” riki asked, the concern he had for you never leaving. he’d do anything if it meant you wouldn’t be overwrought, and if that meant he had to get on his knees to eat you like his last meal—so be it.
you nodded, trying to ignore the fact that the guy you had known all your life was now settled between your legs, your clothed heat sitting in front of him for the very first time.
the rings he wore were cool against your skin, which had been burning up since he even introduced the idea. they brushed along the sides of your thighs as he slid your panties off with ease.
⁐⁐୨୧⁐⁐
the warmth of riki’s tongue glided through your folds, your wetness collecting on its surface. he pushed your legs up so that your knees touched your mattress, all of you spread out and open for him.
your hand was clamped over your mouth, your eyes screwed shut as you tried not to make a sound. you swallowed your moans, in fear of riki hearing such a thing.
he placed a sloppy kiss on your bud before taking it between his lips, sucking harshly.
“don’t hide ‘em,” he mumbled, his grip on your thighs tightening as he spread them further.
you whimper softly at his words, heeding them but still too embarrassed to let him hear you. your whole body was tense with pent up stress and frustration, you felt as if you couldn’t just let loose.
letting your best friend pleasure you was something you never thought could ever happen, especially between you and riki. but it might’ve been the best thing to happen to you all week, and you’d be thinking about it while attempting to answer all the mind-boggling questions on that exam.
riki let go of your clit with a wet pop as he pulled away for a moment, replacing his lips with his fingers, the pads of them pushing up against it.
your chest was rising up and down rather quickly—breathing completely uneven.
before you could even try to catch a breath, a wet string of saliva fell from riki’s lips just to land right against your entrance.
you let out a startled moan, hands coming to grip your own thigh, clawing at your skin.
“h…how did we even get here?” you whined, head thrown back as riki’s tongue dipped into you. everything was blurring into one line, one thing leading to another. he hummed as a response; in agreement, as his hand wrapped around your wrist. he placed your hand atop his head, resting in his hair for you to grip rather than scratching yourself.
your fingers immediately tangled themselves into his strands, moving his head closer to your wetness. his tongue continued to plunge into you slowly, occasionally flicking upward.
you shivered once more, your voice cracking with every word you tried to utter.
“ki, i need…”
he pulled back slightly, plump lips still resting against you.
“what is it, pretty?”
you whimper—too impatient for teasing or taunting games. your hips push up into his fingers that remained on your clit, just pressing gently but never moving.
he didn’t change his pace or anything that he was doing, but kept the same agonizing pressure from his digits.
“go ‘head and tell me what you need,” his voice vibrated your lower half, making you whine louder.
“y…your fingers,” you pant. “i need—“
your pleas were cut short by moans you couldn’t hold in, the pleasure being almost too much but not enough.
riki then complied, a finger sliding through your pool of wetness before sliding into you. your back arched off of the mattress as his digit thrust into you, quiet squelching quickly filling the space along with your moans.
he added another, burying them inside of you, his rings rubbing against you. he leaned in, letting another string of his spit land on your heat, mixing with your arousal.
your body was trembling, the sensation of his fingers plunging into and out of you making your brain turn to mush. the exam was the last thing you were thinking of in that moment, it was the least of your worries.
riki’s head lowered again, his mouth latching onto you with his fingers still moving at a steady pace.
“don’t stop,” you breathe out. “please, don’t stop.”
he groaned into you, spit starting to coat his chin, all restraint leaving his body. now he ate like a madman, his tongue making figure eights along your clit and occasionally latching on.
“that’s it, baby. relax for me.” riki smiled against your heat, your moans fueling him. he didn’t care about anything else or anyone else, but you. making you feel good was the only thing that concerned him in that moment.
and maybe he needed to make that a priority more often.
warnings. morally grey characterizations(mostly Sunghoon), profanity, toxicity, mentions of body/weight, sibling rivalry, cheating, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol/addiction, full smut warnings listed per part. minors DNI.
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part 1. Gods & Monsters
part 2. Heaven & Back: part 1//part 2
epilogue. Dear Lord When I Get To Heaven Please Let Me Bring My Man
warnings. morally grey characterizations(mostly Sunghoon), profanity, toxicity, mentions of body/weight, sibling rivalry, cheating, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol/addiction, full smut warnings listed per part. minors DNI.
taglist. CLOSED
playlist. listen here
part 1. Gods & Monsters
part 2. Heaven & Back: part 1//part 2
epilogue. Dear Lord When I Get To Heaven Please Let Me Bring My Man
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