Y/n got this weird “internal cam” toy from her friend—a camera on a wand meant to literally film inside you (don’t ask). Out of curiosity, she tried it. Once. Filmed herself just to see what it looked like. Meant to delete it. But ended up sending it… to Ni-ki. Her boyfriend. The one who’s never even seen her naked (yet). And now? He’s seen everything. Her walls, her folds, the way she squeezes around plastic—like she was made to be devoured. He’s disturbed (aka stone hard). And obsessed.
Pairings: Ni-ki x Reader
Genre: Smut! Minors do not interact!!
Warnings: Filth :'( Includes detailed description of a female's insides
[Y/n’s POV]
Look, I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.
It started as a joke. A gag gift. A “Happy 18th, b*tch, you’re legal now” kind of thing from my very unfiltered best friend who thought it was hilarious to hand me a tiny, sleek little box during dinner, disguised as a skincare kit.
It wasn’t skincare.
It was a literal internal cam toy. The kind that lights up and records everything inside. I nearly choked on my iced tea.
At first, it just lived in my drawer. Unbothered. Untouched. Haunting me every time I reached for socks.
But then… I started thinking.
About him.
Ni-ki.
About how warm his hands felt on my back when he pulled me in for hugs. About his sleepy grins and how he always bit his lip when I wore lip gloss. About that one time he mumbled, “you’re gonna be the death of me,” when I sat on his lap to braid his hair and didn't even realize I was grinding.
I wasn’t a freak. I wasn’t.
But curiosity? That was louder than shame.
And one night, I just… tried it. Just to see.
Didn’t think much of it.
Watched the footage back, face hot, heart racing. I was halfway through cringing at the way I whimpered when I pushed it in—
I covered my beet red face in embarrassment and scrambled to delete it.
I let out a small sigh.
What the hell was I even thinking...
One new message from 'Ducki ❤️' — click to read now.
I smiled a bit when I saw a message notification from my boyfriend, partially calming me down. I opened it immediately, ready to rant about school, my teachers, how stressful everything is.
Ducki ❤️: Baby...
I smiled a little when I read his message.
I was about to type a reply when I glanced closer at my phone screen and saw that I sent an attachment 3 minutes ago.
Huh? Weird.
I shrugged it off and opened the attachment, thinking maybe it was a meme. Maybe I clicked something else. Maybe I—
There it was.
The thumbnail.
The very recognizably lit-up inside-of-me thumbnail.
Staring. Right. At. Me.
My soul left my body.
I blinked. Then blinked again.
Wait.
Did I—
“Fuck…”
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[Ni-ki’s POV]
I hadn’t even touched her there.
Like—not really.
We were taking it slow. Baby steps. I loved that.
She blushed when I said "panties." Covered her face if I kissed her neck too long. And I didn’t mind. I was patient. She was worth it.
So I treated her like my little princess. My baby girl. My softest thing.
Until tonight.
Until I got a video.
From her.
I didn’t even open it with caution. Why would I? She doesn’t send that kind of stuff.
But then the screen lit up and—
It was… pink.
And wet.
And tight.
And moving.
From the inside.
My jaw dropped. Like physically. Like my soul left my body and took my virgin brain with it.
At first, I thought—maybe she accidentally sent me porn? Like a link or something? A reaction meme? I don’t fucking know.
But then I heard it.
A soft, breathy moan. One I knew.
Her moan.
I blinked. Rewound. Turned the volume up.
And there it was again—those whimpers. That shaky little gasp she always made when I kissed behind her ear.
It was her.
It was fucking her.
I saw her walls.
Her gummy fucking walls.
Hugging around this thick, curved toy like it was her job.
I could see the folds parting from the inside. I could see how creamy she was. How tight she gripped. The toy was shining with her slick and her walls looked so fucking edible I nearly bit my knuckle.
I leaned closer. Literally pulled my phone closer to my face.
Her pussy was glowing.
It was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not even kidding.
Glistening and smooth and pink like she was built in a fucking lab.
And she was moaning—high-pitched, desperate. Like she couldn’t even control it. Like it felt too good. Her walls pulsed around the toy as it pushed deeper, curved upward—and I watched the way her body responded like a fucking science experiment. The squeeze. The flutter. The way she leaked around it.
I choked.
Like—on air.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, blinking rapidly, like the image might go away.
Then the camera angle changed.
The fucking camera angle changed.
Suddenly it was her—fully. Naked. Low angle. Breasts bouncing. Stomach flexing. One hand on her thigh and the other guiding that curved, slippery toy inside her. Her lips parted, her face flushed, her eyes barely open—
And then she looked straight into the camera.
Into me.
I physically gripped the edge of my desk.
My jaw dropped. My knees felt weak.
"I can do this..." she whispered, all breathy and soft like she was encouraging herself before pushing the toy inside again, a small pained whimper coming out of her pretty lips.
I had to pause it.
I had to fucking pause it.
Because what the fuck.
What the fuck.
This is the same girl who gets flustered when I bite her ear.
The same girl who told me she’s not ready yet.
The same girl I literally call baby baby in a teasing voice because she pouts when I even hint at anything nasty.
And now I’ve seen her pussy from the inside out.
In 4K.
"Ni-ki..." I heard her whimper from the screen again, the toy pushed deeper.
I moaned. Out loud. Like a bitch.
And then I whispered:
“Where the fuck did she even get that camera.”
ME: Baby...
She deleted it before I could screen-record.
And then she texted:
Babyyyy: OMG I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND THAT
Babyyyy: WE’RE NOT EVEN DOING STUFF YET OMG
Babyyyy: NI-KI PLS DON’T THINK I’M A FREAK
Babyyyy: CRYING THROWING UP
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
My baby is out here filming internal documentaries while I’ve been sitting here holding her hand like an 18th-century prince.
I had to pace.
I had to pray.
I had to ask God why he gave me the willpower of a nun.
Because she’s not a freak.
She’s my perfect, precious little menace.
And now?
Now I can’t unsee it.
Now I wanna ruin her.
I breathed in heavily, pants feeling tight.
ME: Huh? What did you send, baby? Sorry I was brushing my teeth :((( Why did u delete it I haven't seen it yet...
I texted back, hoping that she'd buy my stupid excuse.
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Sorry for this filth guys 😔 I wasn't in the right mind when this was being created
Soft Dom Ni-ki who goes feral over your cute whimpers and moans.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who bites your neck whenever you protest as he gives you visible love marks.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who loves to lay his hand flat on your abdomen, fascinated by how small you are beneath him.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who lets out a sharp curse whenever he feels the outline of himself against your skin.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who buries his face on your neck, grumbling about how perfect you are as he trusts himself deeper and deeper into you.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who fucks you relentlessly, making you see stars as you cry his name out like a broken record.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who urges you to keep your eyes open, not breaking eye contact with you.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who pauses every other minute, biting his lips as he scans your naked body in all its glory, smirking a little as he reminds himself that this isn't a dream. You are his. All his.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who talks to you through it all, making sure that you're all good and enjoying everything.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who chuckles at the way you hold onto his neck tighter as it gets too rough, proceeding to pin your hands above your head instead.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who nearly loses control right then and there when he sees you crying from too much pleasure.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who turns into a sloppy whimpering mess the moment he reaches his high, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who pushes his seed back into you with a grunt, not letting a single drop seep out of you.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who never falters at complimenting you, telling you how much of a good girl you are, cleaning you up with a fond look in his eyes.
How dare your boyfriend ignore you? How dare he tuck himself on the opposite side of your king-sized bed, leaving you all alone and shivering? And lastly, the most atrocious thing, how dare your boyfriend fall into a deep slumber without giving you a goodnight kiss?
You looked to your left and saw Jungwon peacefully breathing, looking like an angel in eternal sleep. Normally, you would've gawked and taken your precious time to appreciate your man's stunning face. But right now, you were too mad and betrayed to dwell upon that.
"'Love you more than anything,' my ass," you sarcastically muttered to yourself as you scooted closer to his side.
Apparently, your boyfriend was so keen on celebrating every milestone in your relationship—even the smallest ones, I tell you. Sometimes, it gets to the point where you'd look bad for being nonchalant about some. First boat ride together? First ice cream? First sleepover? Jungwon's got everything recorded and celebrated. Now, it was your 1000th day together and you didn't even know. In your defense though, how were you supposed to remember that today was your guys' 1000th day together? Come on now. If it were your anniversary, then you'd understand him losing his shit after arriving at your shared apartment with a bunch of gifts and hearing you greet him with a nonchalant "yo."
You had said sorry a couple of times already, but the brat decided to ignore your words throughout the night and dozed off to sleep earlier than usual.
"You're such a brat, love," you mustered, brushing stray hair strands out of his face and tracing the outline of his brows.
You almost let out a loud curse when he opened his eyes. He was as surprised as you, too, with his eyes wide like a cat hunting at night. However, he was quick to plaster an upset expression on his face the moment he realized what was going on.
You were about to say sorry again, but Jungwon quickly turned his body back from you.
"Baby," you whined, slapping his back lightly as you rose from your bed. But alas, Jungwon stayed firm and continued ignoring you. You jumped out of bed, wore your white kitty slippers that Jungwon gifted you for perfecting an exam, and went to his side of the bed. Yet, Jungwon turned around to face the direction he was originally facing when he saw you coming, ignoring you again.
You sighed.
"Won," you whined again, climbing back into bed and engulfing him in a tight hug from behind. You thought that he was going to shuffle in your hold and refuse your hug. But surprisingly, he stayed still. You could feel his low breathing, smell his body wash, feel his warmth. No matter how much you guys bickered and played pranks on each other, and despite the countless times you declared him the most annoying person ever, you still couldn't deny that he was your comfort zone, your home. "Wonie, are you still mad?" you asked carefully, resting your chin on his shoulder and snuggling into his neck. He smelled like vanilla.
You heard no reply.
"Baby, I'm really sorry," you said in a defeated tone. You stood up and walked over him to get to the other side of the bed. Jungwon immediately closed his eyes. But that didn't stop you from smooching his cheeks with kisses, pampering him with tooth-decaying sweetness.
"This one is for your eyes because they hold the prettiest stars in the universe," you said, then kissed his closed eyes. "This one is for your cheeks because they hold your pretty dimples that show up whenever you're happy," you kissed his cheeks. "This one is for the lips that always say the right words at the right time." You giggled when you saw his lips quivering—a sign that he was suppressing a smile.
You grinned.
He rolled his eyes at you but immediately engulfed you into a tight hug, burying his face at the back of your neck.
"Sweet talks won't do, love. Since I'm too sleepy right now, I will get back at you for forgetting tomorrow morning. Don't say I didn't warn you." he mumbled lowly, pulling you closer with his hands creeping onto your stomach. You could feel his warm breath hitting your nape, his fingers drawing circles on your abdomen. Just as you thought he was dozing off to sleep again, "Brace yourself. I will give you a reason to call me a 'brat' for real." He added, bitting your neck lazily.
You gasped.
"Oh my God, Yang Jungwon!" You heard him chuckling contentedly, pulling you closer to his embrace.
You huffed.
Jungwon's delicate fingers made their way towards your chin, propping your head up lightly. Then, he crashed his lips onto yours, biting down on it gently. You held your breath unknowingly. "There. I know you were waiting for your goodnight kiss." He muttered smugly. He looked you in the eye, the soft glow coming from the moon's light perfectly highlighting his feline like gaze. "Now, don't stare at me while I'm sleeping, alright, love?" He says, attempting to wink at you.
You groaned.
Damn you, Yang Jungwon.
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A/N: I literally had this in my drafts for almost a year lol 💀
Basically, it was your finals week. Riki came over acting all upset because you were 'ignoring' him.
A/N: wrote this for less than an hour (hence the reason why it is a bit tacky) because I was bored and I am having post exam anxiety. This was very fun to write (I got second hand embarrassment while writing lmao).
Pairings: Nishimura Riki × Reader
Genre: Fluff × Suggestive
TW: Mentions of male genital. Low-key cat and dog dynamics.
“Bruh! Come here! Stop acting like a mysterious hermit.” you said, dragging your sulking boyfriend into the frame of your iPad's front camera.
It was a regular Tuesday night before your last finals exam, and your clingy-ass boyfriend decided to pop up unannounced in the dead of night under the guise of bringing you dinner. In reality? He just missed you and needed attention. Study session? Absolutely wrecked by whiny Riki in his signature black cargo pants and navy green hoodie.
“Why did you even come over if you're gonna act like a bish.” You rolled your eyes at him as he continued to refuse a selfie, his ever-deepening frown matching your own. You even tried sneakily inching your iPad toward him, but this man dodged like his life depended on it—like that 12MP lens was a sniper scope.
Then he yanked you by the waist and buried his face into your neck. You're not sure if it was a tactic to hide his face or if he was just being extra clingy, but either way—it was annoying. You shoved his face away.
“What’s your problem?!” he whined, his brows still furrowed like a grumpy cat.
You squinted. “No. What is your problem?!” you shot back, swatting his hands away. “I was peacefully studying and then you waltzed in, started acting like a toddler, and now I can't even take one cute pic of us?!” you hissed, teeth clenched.
In true demon form, Ni-ki bit your neck mid-sentence, earning a sharp curse mixed with his name.
“No. What is your problem?!” he repeated, this time with trembling lips and a suspiciously emotional tone. “I’ll be on tour for three months, and you didn’t even bother messaging or calling me!” His voice cracked. “If I didn’t come over tonight, I bet you wouldn’t even care even if I got eaten by wolves!”
You groaned like it was your final breath.
“And now you suddenly want to take a cute picture like you didn’t ghost me all week and act like I was some delivery guy when I arrived!” he huffed, biting your neck again.
“STOP THAT!” you shrieked and pushed his face off like you were warding off a vampire.
“I was going to visit you after my exams!” you snapped, mirroring his dramatic energy.
He hugged your waist tighter, now clinging like a koala.
“But that’s just one day before I leave! That’s not enough! Not freaking enough!” he argued like a pouty kid denied candy. “And where’s my kiss, huh? You didn’t even look at me when I walked in!”
At this point, you weren’t sure if you were dating a guy or babysitting a 6-foot-tall, sentient tantrum. You glared at him.
“I was reviewing, you dumbass!” you growled, grabbing his chin forcefully to face the camera. He grumbled out a protest, but before he could escape again, you smashed your lips onto his and furiously pressed the shutter button.
His gasp of surprise gave you the perfect opening to slip your tongue in. Just for science, of course. The pathetic little whimper he let out in response almost made you short-circuit. He gripped the back of your head, tilted slightly, and tried to suck your soul out like his life depended on it.
You pulled back after a few seconds, breathless and wide-eyed.
And there he was—Nishimura Riki, the cool boy with maximum aura (his words, not yours), tomato red and staring at the wall like it held the answers to the universe. He avoided your gaze and opened his mouth slightly like he was gonna say something profound... then he dragged you into his lap and hid his face in your neck again.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Bro, what the hell?”
He looked up, dead serious.
“I am not your bro.” And just like that, he faceplanted into your neck again. "Say that again I'm gonna smack you." He threatens.
You were about to roast him, about to suggest calling him 'sis' instead, but then—you felt it.
Your eyes went wide. You froze.
You suddenly felt something... poking you from below.
Now you were the one frozen, eyes wide in absolute horror.
You sat stiffly on his lap for a few seconds, every neuron in your brain screaming at once.
To confirm your worst suspicion, you discreetly shifted your hips—just the tiniest bit. But the moment you did—
“Hnghh…”
Riki moaned.
His hands gripped your waist tighter, and it felt like your entire soul just jumped out of your body and hit a backflip midair.
You panicked. Hard.
"What are you doing, baby?" he asked, dazed, his voice breathy and sinful and entirely too casual for what was happening.
You panicked even harder.
"Bro, your dick is poking me!" you blurted out with a nervous chuckle, trying—failing—to downplay the absolute meltdown happening inside your brain.
You and Ni-ki had been together for years. You’ve done a lot of questionable stuff—made out in cars, in hallways, even in the middle of a study session—but this? This was new. This was dangerous territory.
Ni-ki, now redder than a stop sign, didn’t look away. His eyes were glued to yours.
"That’s your fault…" he muttered with a dramatic little whine.
You slowly grabbed his wrists and tried to peel his hands off you so you could escape this abomination of a moment—
But the universe said no.
Riki held you back firmly, unintentionally pressing you down back against the very thing you were trying to flee from. And for the love of God, the sound you just squeaked was enough to make your souls burn in the pits of hell.
It sounded so womanly: It sounded nothing like you've ever sounded before.
Mortified, you shoved Riki back onto the couch like you were performing an exorcism and scrambled away, flailing like a fish out of holy water.
You made the sign of the cross with your arms, eyes wide like you’d seen Satan himself.
Riki blinked at you, clearly confused—then he started laughing.
“Devil be gone!” you screamed at him, still backing away like he had the plague.
“What?” he laughed through his red face. “It’s a normal bodily reaction, love. Don’t worry about it too much.” He tried to reassure you with flushed cheeks and zero shame.
You scooted farther like he had uncured demonic possession. “Get that ginormous thing away from me!” you yelped.
Ni-ki smirked, clearly entertained. But thankfully, he respected your space and stayed where he was.
“Ginormous?” he repeated, the grin on his face slowly evolving into the grin of a man whose ego just grew five sizes.
You nodded frantically. Big mistake.
His grin got even wider. "It's a perfectly manageable size, baby. Wanna see?"
“NOPE!” You squealed, hands flapping as you turned tail and ran straight to your room, slamming the door and locking it like you were under siege.
“Darn you, Nishimura Riki!” you shouted from behind the door, face buried in your pillow in defeat.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who goes feral over your cute whimpers and moans.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who bites your neck whenever you protest as he gives you visible love marks.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who loves to lay his hand flat on your abdomen, fascinated by how small you are beneath him.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who lets out a sharp curse whenever he feels the outline of himself against your skin.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who buries his face on your neck, grumbling about how perfect you are as he trusts himself deeper and deeper into you.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who fucks you relentlessly, making you see stars as you cry his name out like a broken record.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who urges you to keep your eyes open, not breaking eye contact with you.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who pauses every other minute, biting his lips as he scans your naked body in all its glory, smirking a little as he reminds himself that this isn't a dream. You are his. All his.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who talks to you through it all, making sure that you're all good and enjoying everything.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who chuckles at the way you hold onto his neck tighter as it gets too rough, proceeding to pin your hands above your head instead.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who nearly loses control right then and there when you he sees you crying from too much pleasure.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who turns into a sloppy whimpering mess the moment he reaches his high, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who pushes his seed back into you with a grunt, not letting a single drop seep out of you.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who never falters at complimenting you, telling you how much of a good girl you are, cleaning you up with a fond look in his eyes.
The real question is, what makes it any different from writing Jungwon smut? Or Sunghoon's? Or Heeseung's? How is it different from writing smut for anyone in general? (This is a genuine question btw).
I don't really understand. This is my blog—a safe space I've established for myself. I rarely write smut. But in the case that I do, I make sure that my muse and everyone involved in the story are of age.
Anyways... Anon, if you are against writers writing smut for Enhypen's Ni-ki, then that's fine. You are entitled to filter out contents you consume. Block my @ immediately (or u can send me your @ so I can do it myself if you wantttt).
Anyways... Toddles! I have finals in like a week and I'm struggling in our accounting subjects hahaha 😭 Uni is shit istg. Wanna go back to shs already :(((
Soft Dom Ni-ki who goes feral over your cute whimpers and moans.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who bites your neck whenever you protest as he gives you visible love marks.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who loves to lay his hand flat on your abdomen, fascinated by how small you are beneath him.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who lets out a sharp curse whenever he feels the outline of himself against your skin.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who buries his face on your neck, grumbling about how perfect you are as he trusts himself deeper and deeper into you.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who fucks you relentlessly, making you see stars as you cry his name out like a broken record.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who urges you to keep your eyes open, not breaking eye contact with you.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who pauses every other minute, biting his lips as he scans your naked body in all its glory, smirking a little as he reminds himself that this isn't a dream. You are his. All his.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who talks to you through it all, making sure that you're all good and enjoying everything.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who chuckles at the way you hold onto his neck tighter as it gets too rough, proceeding to pin your hands above your head instead.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who nearly loses control right then and there when he sees you crying from too much pleasure.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who turns into a sloppy whimpering mess the moment he reaches his high, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who pushes his seed back into you with a grunt, not letting a single drop seep out of you.
Soft Dom Ni-ki who never falters at complimenting you, telling you how much of a good girl you are, cleaning you up with a fond look in his eyes.
When you get an unexpected uptick of kudos/comments/bookmarks on an old fic and it’s like… who recced it and where…. please….. i need to send a flower basket and include them in my will…….
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