𝑨𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⸺ even four years of built up resentment can’t put sexual tension in the grave.
l. heeseung x ƒ. reader smut college au enemies to lovers fake dating forced proximity toxic heeseung character dev micro angst dom heeseung pet names teasing fingering ab riding cream pie ✶ 4000
“i’m so tired of this shit,” you whined to jungwon, slamming your laptop shut. university life, you’re tired of the relentless nagging from your parents to find a serious relationship.
they always compare you to others, such as your cousin who’s already engaged. “like seriously, why do they make me feel like my life is incomplete without a partner?”
“we’re already in our last year of college, and they’re still complaining?” jungwon flinched a little at the sudden snap of your laptop. “at this rate, i think they’ll arrange a blind date for you..”
a familiar, deep chuckle caught your attention. as you twisted in your seat, you spotted heeseung’s tall frame leaning against the bookshelf closest to you. he was studying you and jungwon with an amused expression, clearly having overheard the tail end of your conversation.
you scowled, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. of course, he would show up at the most inconvenient moment. “what do you want, heeseung?”
jungwon muttered something that sounded like a quick goodbye before excusing himself, leaving you alone with heeseung, and he took that moment to drop into the now vacant seat across from you, that infuriating smirk still on his handsome face.
“someone’s pissed. what happened? parents giving you a hard time about your social life again?”
you rolled your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. “yeah, because being a college student isn’t stressful enough according to them. i get to deal with their weekly lectures about my love life. it’s exhausting.”
heeseung chuckled, tilting his head slightly as he studied you. it was like your annoyance amused him. “still single?”
you shot him a glare, bristling at his mocking tone. “and i’m proud of it. i prefer being single over dealing with the drama and heartbreak that comes with the package.”
“you sound awfully bitter.” heeseung raised an eyebrow. “did you have your coffee today?”
you clench your jaw, resisting the urge to throw your half-finished latte at his stupidly perfect face. “i’m not bitter, i’m realistic,” you snapped. “and yes, i’ve had my coffee, not that it’s any of your business.”
heeseung leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. “you know,” he mused, voice dropping to that smooth tone. “i might have a solution for your little.. parental pressure problem.”
you narrowed your eyes. “oh really? and what’s that?”
his smirk widened, “fake date me.”
you blinked once, twice, then scoffed. fake dating? heeseung? a cliche. you and heeseung never liked each other since the start of college years.
of course, it all started with a simple misunderstanding, but as the years passed, everything crumbled between the two of you.
the worst part of it was last year, when he dated your ex best friend, yoona. she was a year older, and your roommate since your freshman year.
she knew about everything between you and heeseung, but she still went and dated him behind your back. you only found out where you walked in on them making out in your dorm.
she even had the decency to look guilty. and heeseung? he just smirked and asked if you had a problem. you moved out a week later and when she ghosted the both of you a month later after her graduation—heeseung dared to blame you.
he claimed that you “must have said something to scare her off.” are we fucking serious? saying that as if you were the toxic one. dick.
so now with almost four years of mutual resentment, it all built up to this very moment. heeseung with his effortless charm and infuriating smirk, and you with your fiery temper and sharp tongue.
“in your fucking dreams. i don't even want to be within a six foot radius of you, and now you think i want to be in a fake relationship with you?” you laugh at this stupid idea. “tell me, heeseung, what’s your motive for this?”
his smirk only widened at your reaction, finding your scoff and laugh amusing. “believe me, i don’t particularly enjoy the idea of being your fake boyfriend either,” he drawled. “but my reasons are simple: your parents will get off your back, and i will make yoona insanely jealous.”
you rolled your eyes at his cocky response. “of course, because why not add a dash of revenge to an already complicated situation?”
heeseung just shrugged, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. “what can i say? i mean, it’s killing two birds with one stone.”
as much as you loathed him, heeseung was, unfortunately, exactly the kind of guy your parents would love. smart, charming, annoyingly good looking. he was the perfect golden boy to parade in front of their judgmental friends.
and yoona? well, seeing her face when she realizes heeseung had moved on? that did sound satisfying.
you exhaled sharply through your nose. “fine, but we’re setting strict rules.”
heeseung’s smirk deepened as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “oh? mind sharing?”
“first,” you began, holding up a finger, “no actual feelings. purely transactional. second, no unnecessary physical contact. only what’s required to sell the act.”
heeseung pretended to think for a moment before shrugging. “so boring, but that’s fair.”
”third,” you said firmly, “the second your ex backs off and my parents are satisfied, this fake relationship ends. no exceptions.”
he just chuckled darkly. “trust me, sweetheart, the moment i get what i want, i’ll be gone.” you just glared at him. “good. then we agree.”
he extended his hand toward you. “deal?” You hesitated for only a second before gripping his hand tightly. “deal.”
his palm was warm with his firm grip—and you hated that you noticed. hated even more the way his thumb brushed against your knuckles before he let go, as if he knew exactly how much it unsettled you.
“great,” he said, standing up. “our first public appearance starts now.”
your eyes widened. “what?” heeseung just nodded toward the entrance of the library where yoona had just walked in with her new boyfriend.
heeseung’s grin was downright predatory as he held out his hand to you. “ready to put on a show?”
you just shrugged your shoulders in response just in time as he slung an arm casually around your waist, pulling you close. you tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when his hand met your side and the scent of his cologne.
almost four weeks into this game and you forgot to mention to heeseung that you’d have to be inviting him to your family's traditional winter getaway.
heeseung didn’t mind—he never minded, anyway, but the drive to your family’s mountain lodge was complete torture.
he had insisted on driving— “can’t have my girlfriend’s parents thinking i don’t know how to treat her right.” the entire two hour trip was filled with his stupidly charming commentary, and you hated how normal it felt.
your stomach kept flipping when he glanced at you, too.
“nervous?”
you scoffed. “please, i’m more worried about you surviving my parents.”
your parents were waiting on the porch when you pulled up. your mom’s eyes lit up the second heeseung stepped out of the car—tall, handsome, and dressed up in an expensive winter coat that made him look like he’d just walked out of a romance novel.
your dad, on the other hand, eyed him with suspicion. heeseung flashed them both his most charming smiles.
“mr. and mrs..” he greeted smoothly, offering a handshake to your dad—firm, respectful—before turning to your mom. “you must be the reason your daughter is so beautiful.”
your mom blushed and you wanted to vomit.
when dinner came around, your parents grilled him like he was a suspect in a murder case.
“what are your career plans?”
“do you come from a good family?”
“how serious are you about our daughter?”
and heeseung handled it flawlessly. he was polite. he was articulate. he even complimented your mom’s cooking. “this is incredible.. did you ever train as a chef, by chance?”
your dad finally cracked a smile and you wanted to scream.
there came the real problem. you had completely forgotten that there were only two bedrooms in your family’s lodge, both bedrooms being disconnected from the main cabin, and both bedrooms only having one bed.
”your room is ready!” your mom announced cheerfully and you froze. heeseung, however, didn’t seem particularly concerned. in fact, he seemed delighted.
he smirked at you over your parents’ heads, his eyes practically glinting with amusement. “sounds perfect,” he said casually, slinging an arm around your shoulders. your heart skipped.
heeseung’s hand on your shoulder felt way too hot as he squeezed it. you tried to push down the little flutters in your stomach and forced yourself to smile. “it’s the bedroom with the balcony right?”
your mother beamed, “yes, honey! and, heeseung dear?” he hummed, turning that charming smile back to your mom. “yes?”
she blushed. it was ridiculous. you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from rolling your eyes. “you’ll behave while you’re sharing a room with our daughter, right?”
heeseung chuckled, wrapping his other arm around your waist to pull you closer. “absolutely. I wouldn’t even dream of doing anything inappropriate.”
you eyed him shrewdly, but your mom looked absolutely delighted. “excellent! heeseung, dear, you’ve been raised properly. i’m sure you’ll take good care of our daughter. you two are already adults as well.”
your dad opened his mouth to protest—most likely to make a pointed comment to tell heeseung to keep his hands to himself, but your mom elbowed him discreetly.
“i’ll take good care of her, don’t worry,” he said smoothly, his fingers tracing little patterns on the exposed skin of your waist.
the detached guest cabin was small. picture this, it was a small cabin with barely two floors. the first floor had a comfortable couch and tv set up right by the fireplace, and a ladder led up to the second floor.
it didn’t have a wall, just a railing so you could see the living room from the top. there was a door that led to a balcony and a queen sized bed.
okay, it was spacious, you could say that. but there was absolutely no privacy with the loft design. you barely had time to process the situation before heeseung kicked the door shut behind you. “cozy,” he mused, tossing his bag on the sofa.
you crossed your arms. “don’t get any ideas. i should make you sleep on the couch.”
he chuckled, stepping closer. “oh, you wound me.” his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face up.
your breath hitched. “rules still apply.” you whispered.
heeseung’s thumb brushed your lower lip. “do they now?” the cabin suddenly felt far too warm.
you swallowed, your heart racing, but you refused to back down. “yes. definitely. especially the one about no unnecessary contact.”
heeseung’s thumb traced the line of your jaw, his eyes dark. “especially that one, huh?”
god, why was he looking at you like that? as if he wanted to ravage you, right here, right now—
no. no, no, no. you pushed those treacherous thoughts out of your mind and tried to take a step back, but his fingers wrapped around your hip, holding you in place
”stop,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. “you’re too close, hee.”
heeseung’s grip tightened on your hip, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes like he was warring with himself. finally, after a moment, he let out a shaky exhale and took a step back. “sorry.”
you blinked, taken aback. “might be the first time i’ve heard you apologize.”
”i’ll sleep on the couch tonight.” he added.
when it hit midnight, neither you nor heeseung had gotten an inch of sleep in your systems. the blizzard howled outside as you sat on the sofa, fire all lit up, and wrapped in a blanket.
heeseung wordlessly handed you a mug of hot cocoa and sat next to you. you stared at the marshmallow floating in the warm drink, too stunned to reply right away. “thanks,” you finally murmured, not meeting his eyes.
he just grunted in response. you took a cautious sip, the warm liquid easing the chill. the silence wears deafening, broken by only the sound of the fire crackling.
you fidgeted with the hem of your blanket, stealing glances at heeseung. his gaze was fixed on the flamed, expression unreadable.
”can i sit next to you?”
you swallowed, fingers tightening around your mug. “um, sure.”
he didn’t look at you. instead, he sunk next to you and stared at the fire, his words so quiet that you almost didn’t catch them. “why did you agree?”
your heart skipped a beat. “what?” he finally turned to face you, something in his expression you couldn’t quite place.
”the fake dating. you could have said no.”
you hadn’t been expecting that question—certainly not the almost vulnerability in his tone. you could have given him a snarky reply, a sharp retort. but something about the moment felt too raw for that. so you took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.
”i guess.. i just wanted a distraction,” you said finally. “from everything else going on rather than my parents.”
he gave you a skeptical look. “and you couldn’t find anyone better than me?”
you bristled, the familiar spark of their animosity flickering back to life. “excuse me?”
he rolled his eyes, slouching back against the couch. “come on, princess,” he drawled, his usual teasing edge back in his voice. “you can admit it. i’m not exactly boyfriend material.”
you studied his profile, the way the firelight caught up the sharp line of his jaw. for once, the smirk was gone. “you’re right,” you said quietly. “you’re not.”
you continued, “but you’re also not the guy who makes hot cocoa at midnight just because. we both know there’s a sweet guy under there.” heeseung just went very still.
the wind howled outside as you both sat there, the space between you charged with something new. finally, heeseung cleared his throat, shattering the moment. “it’s just hot cocoa,” he grumbled, setting his mug down with a clink.
you watched him closely, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. you set your own mug down as well. “doesn’t have to be,” you offered cautiously. “I mean, you could be a good boyfriend. If you wanted to be.”
heeeseung let out a low, incredulous huff. “you’ve got to be kidding..”
”i’m not. you’ve been different lately. i don’t know, just more considerate..”
he rolled his eyes. “don’t, give me too much credit. it’s just common sense.”
you frowned, leaning forward. “no it’s not. the heeseung i know would’ve stolen the bed and laughed. he’d probably throw a pillow at my head when i got up to use the bathroom.”
he went quiet at that, his expression unreadable. you continued quietly. “but you didn’t, and you offered to take the couch, and you made sure i got the last marshmallow in my hot cocoa.”
he just looked away, “don’t read too much into it.”
you crossed your arms, studying his profile. he looked conflicted and confused. it was as if he was warring with himself, trying to put up the casual, careless front he always showed you—but not quite able to keep his emotions in check.
you took a deep breath, “hee. can i be completely honest here?”
the nickname got his attention. he stiffened visibly as your question cut through the crackling of the fire. he just nodded reluctantly, not looking at you. “go ahead.”
your stomach tightened. you had to pick your words carefully here. if you pushed him too hard, heeseung would just shut you out, but if you choose your words right..
”look.. you and i, we’ve never seen eye to eye, ever.”
“that’s an understatement,” he grunted.
you pushed ahead, encouraged by his response. “we fight about everything. we make each other crazy, drive each other insane.”
he huffed out a bitter laugh, but before he could interrupt you, you started again: “you annoy me so much. you frustrate me to my boiling point.”
“yeah, the feeling’s mutual.” heeseung’s head snapped to look at you, eyes narrowing.
you met his gaze unflinchingly. “yet, here we are, drinking hot cocoa at midnight in the same cabin. sharing a blanket. talking without trying to rip each other’s throats out.”
heeseung opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off quickly. “before you argue, just listen to me for a second.” you pleaded.
after an hour of you and heeseung just ranting about the relationship between you two, you found yourself underneath heeseung. he had you pinned beneath him on the spacious couch, his solid body weight pressing you into the cushions.
your breath hitched and heeseung’s eyes just stared into yours. “still wanna talk?” his hips rolled against yours and you gasped at the sudden, delicious friction. “because i can think of way better uses for that mouth of yours.”
his hips rolled again, harder this time, and a whimper escaped your lips before you could stop. his smirk was devastating. “that’s what i thought.”
heeseung’s mouth was suddenly on yours, stealing the breath from your lungs. you arched against him, nails digging into his shoulders as his tongue slid against yours, hot and demanding.
his hands were everywhere—tugging at your clothes, skimming up your thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “hee—“ you whimpered.
he growled against your lips, biting down on your lower lip just hard enough to make you gasp. his fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants, yanking them down in one rough motion.
the cold air hit your skin—but then his palm was there, hot, rough, sliding between your thighs. you choked on a moan.
“fuck,” heeseung breathed, his voice wrecked as he felt how wet you already were. “you’ve been thinking about this too, huh?”
you couldn’t even deny it. not when his fingers pressed just right, drawing a broken sound from your throat. “you want this, right?” he double checked, just in case.
”yes, hee,” you gasped, hips bucking against his hand. “god, yes—“
heeseung didn’t waste another second. his fingers pushed into you, curling just right, and your back arched off the couch as pleasure burned through you. “fuck—! heeseung..”
”barely a month of us fake dating and look what we’re doing,” he pulled his fingers out of you to take off his sweatpants, almost immediately flipping you both over so you were straddling his waist.
”almost four years of knowing you and i think i’ve wanted this the whole time,” your hands pressed to his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating off him, the muscles working beneath your fingers. “you’re impatient,” you murmured, a grin tugging at your lips.
he grunted in response, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs. “you have no idea.”
you shifted to remove his shirt, tugging it over his head, and the moment your wet pussy met his abs, you shivered. heeseung’s body was sculpted—hard ridges and taut muscle beneath your thigh as you settled over him.
”damn,” he hissed, eyes locked on where your bodies connected, “look at you.”
you didn’t need guidance. your hips rolled slowly at first, grinding against all of the curves of his abs, relishing the way his breath hitched. heeseung’s jaw clenched. “tease.”
the fireplace crackled nearby, casting flickering shadows across heeseung’s torso as you rocked against him. his abs glistened with a sheen of sweat—your wetness smearing over his skin as you teased him, slow and deliberate.
his grip on your thighs tightened. “fuck, you’re killing me,” he growled, hips bucking up to meet your movements. the friction was maddening, but neither of you was ready to give in yet.
you leaned down, nipping at his collarbone. “i thought you’d always be one for torture,” you breathed, dragging your nails down his chest.
a ragged laugh escaped him. “not when i’m this close to bending you over this couch.” his hands slid around to squeeze your ass, pulling you harder against him, and you gasped at the sudden pressure of your clit against his core.
”who says i’d let you?” you sat up, grinding in a slow circle, feeling his stomach muscles clench under your sensitive opening.
heeseung’s eyes darkened, a small grin forming at his lips. “oh, you want me to take over.” his thumb brushed your thigh softly, making you bite your lip. “i can feel how bad you want it.”
damn him.
he suddenly flipped you onto your back again, pinning your wrists above your head. “enough playing, pretty.” his knee nudged your legs apart, body caging you in as he leaned down to lick a stripe up your neck.
you stopped talking and teasing when one of his hands wrapped around your throat, just holding, as the other lined himself up to you.
”ngh—!” you almost instantly cried, trying to keep your noise down. the first thrust was deep and brutal against your gummy walls that your back arched off the couch.
”mm, this what you wanted?” heeseung hissed, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, his rhythm ruthless.
you could only nod without making any louder noises, clutching at the cushions as pleasure coiled in your stomach. “hee— hee, baby, i can’t!”
the fireplace’s heat was nothing compared to the way he fucked you. in fact, you weren’t one to get orgasms quickly, or so you thought.
but you were close, so so close—just another thrust and you’d topple over the edge, but heeseung slowed his movements teasing you at the edge. “you’re so pretty.”
your eyes flickered open. trying to focus on his face. heeseung’s expression was a mix of smugness and something possessive that made your insides clench.
your chest heaved as you desperately tried to catch your breath. heeseung was so intense like this, and he knew exactly what his words did to you. it felt way, way too intimate.
he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, his tongue coaxing yours out to play—an imitation of what he wanted to do to you in other places.
you tried to lift your hands to grab him, but he didn’t let you. he was in complete control, holding you down, making you feel every bit of him and nothing else.
heeseung’s free hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. circling, pressing—just enough to make your thighs tremble.
“this feel good?” he murmured against your lips, his thrusts turning slow and deep, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you.
you whimpered, nails scratching down his back. “yeah, mm—! heeseung, ‘m gonna..”
he nipped your earlobe, his voice dripping with mischief. “can i cum in you?”
you could only nod your head aggressively. you were past coherent sentences, and your eyes were rolled back. the dual stimulation of his fingers and his cock has you teetering on edge.
his pace was merciless, just shy of what you needed. “heeseung—!” you finally choked out, back arching as the tension snapped.
pleasure ripped through you, white hot band consuming, and he fucked you through it, his whimpers and groans rough in your ear. “fuck, fuck, yes— cum all over my cock, princess.”
“ah— ah, hee!” you cried, vision going white.
it was only when your body went limp beneath him did he finally let go—chasing his own release with a few ragged thrusts before spilling inside you with a growl of your name.
heeseung collapsed onto you, both of you breathless and sticky with sweat. the firelight danced over his shoulders as he pressed a lazy kiss to your neck. “still see me the same way?”
”fuck off, heeseung.” you said roughly into his chest, but you can admit, you didn’t see him the same way anymore. even after four years of resentment.
🐹🍰 this has been in my drafts since nov but i didn’t think it was post worthy… haha..
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𝑨𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⸺ because a noise complaint towards your hot neighbor does get you somewhere!
n. riki x ƒ. reader smut fuckboy riki cocky yn pet names power play sixnine position simul orgasm marking explicit language ✶ 1455
it was three in the morning. 3:17am, to be exact.
yet the continuous banging against the shared wall kept you awake, again. it was outrageous. you could feel the vibration through your pillows like some metronome. a choked moan followed, distinctly female, and you fling your comforter off with a groan.
third time this week.
i mean, you could have ignored it if it weren’t for his voice.
that stupid, breathy laugh between thrusts, the way he says “fuck, you take it so good,” as if he’s starring in some low budget porno? fucking hell.
four hours later, you’re past that shit. you stab the elevator button, deprived of your morning coffee, but still a little pissed about last night. you felt like you had insomnia all over again. the doors start to slide shut—
before a hand slams between them.
niki stumbles in, hair tousled from what you hope was a post sex sleep and not a round ten. his shirts inside out, but he just blinks at you like a sun bleached idiot.
“morning, neighbor.” he rasps, leaning against the mirrored wall. “‘could’ve held the door for me, y’know that right?”
you sip your water pointedly, forgetting you didn’t fill it up with coffee this time because you were going to be late if you did so. “yeah, sorry about that. didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“oh? why’s that?” he looks at himself in the reflection of the elevator walls, fixing his hair.
you turn your head just enough to see him rubbing sleep from his eyes, all loose-limbed and careless. “you’re not that obtuse, are you?”
niki just looks at you with a confused face.
“we share a wall, riki.”
his brows lift—not in guilt, just in realization.
“shit. that bad?” he says it like he already knows the answer, as if he’s been told before.
“yeah. that bad.” the elevator dings. “just.. keep it down next time.”
as the doors open, he has a wry smile across his lips. “yeah, yeah. alright.”
a week later, and you still can’t get him out your head. you didn’t even like the guy, so what was this all about?
his smirk, that stupid bedhead, just the way the muscles beneath his shirt moved with every laugh. it’s driving you mad. he’s driving you mad.
and it seems to be more than the sex sounds, as if that weren’t enough. it’s how unaffected he seemed to be by your anger. you hated him.
it’s a friday night, finally, restless on your couch. you were about to fall asleep.
knock knock knock.
three quick knocks followed by a pause, then another few knocks, slower this time. there were faint sounds of movement outside your door.
you open your eyes and debate whether to move. but the knocks come again, more insistent this time. you sigh, pushing yourself up from the couch and make your way to your door.
opening the door, you find niki. he was leaning against your doorframe with a grin. he’s in a casual hoodie and baggy sweatpants, something more casual than his usual clothing.
“evening,” he greets casually, as if he hasn’t been interrupting your thoughts all week.
you raise an eyebrow at his appearance, trying to ignore how the soft fabric of the hoodie only emphasizes the tone of his muscles beneath. “riki. you need something?”
niki just pushes off the door frame and steps closer, invading your personal bubble. “can i come in?” his nonchalant tone is at odds with the way his eyes linger.
“no.” the word leaves your mouth automatically. he’s far too comfortable for someone you just had a confrontation with yesterday.
his grin doesn’t falter. if anything, it widens at your resistance. “c’mon, pretty,” he says, voice dropping into something warmer. “i didn’t apologize for last week's noise. figured i’d return the favor.”
niki’s thumb brushes your wrist where it rests on the doorframe. “return the favor how, hm?” you look up at him skeptically.
his gaze flicks down to your lips, studying the way your mouth curves around the question. his thumb starts drawing lazy circles on your wrist—you don’t even try to stop him.
when his hands move from your wrist to each side of your hip, he leans in and pushes you two back into your apartment. “i can show you,” he murmurs, kicking the door shut behind him.
“lock the door.”
after he does so, his lips are on yours before you can protest. not that you would’ve anyways. the kiss is all teeth, hands dragging up your thighs to hike them around his waist.
niki walks into your bedroom until your back hits the wall, that same wall from last night now at your back.
“this what you wanted?” he breathes against your mouth, fingers digging into your hips. “were you hoping i’d fuck you against it?”
“shut up,” you nip at his lip as he lowers you both onto your bed.
niki groans as your hands roam over his chest, pressing you down into your pillows. his kisses are demanding, definitely a difference from his lazy smiles he’d give you every time you saw him.
he kisses a trail down your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “been louder than usual,” niki marks your pulse point just to feel your back arch against him. “wanted to see how long it’d take you to snap. you’re a tough one to crack.”
the weight of his body on you is both thrilling and overwhelming. he pushes a thigh between your legs. “so, what? you’ve been thinking about me while fucking those other girls raw?”
your voice is a low rasp as his kiss against your neck stutters. “hm? do you almost say my name, too?”
niki suddenly lifts you, flipping your positions and pulling you up onto his lap. “you talk a lot for someone so desperate for me,” he breathes as he takes off his hoodie. “i think someone’s still too wound up from last night.”
and fuck, he’s not wrong. you’re all too aware of his bulge against your pussy, which is barely being covered by some thin pajama shorts. his hands slide up your sides, fingers tracing every curve.
“i’m not— whatever,” you huff, rolling your hips against him with slowness. anything to watch his smirk falter when your hips grind against the oversized tent in his sweats. “we both know you’ve been itching for this since i called you out.”
“yeah?”niki’s breath ghosts hot over your shoulder as he rocks up into the motion, teeth sinking into your skin when you do it again. “ride me properly or stop teasing.”
“if you say so.”
you shove him backward onto the mattress before taking your shorts and underwear off, straddling his face before he can protest. his laugh his muffled against your thighs, hands gripping your hips as you lower your wet cunt onto his mouth.
“fuck— baby,” he starts, but you cut him off by sinking down fully.
meanwhile, when you pull his sweats down, his cock bobs against his stomach, all flushed and leaking. you don’t even hesitate before taking him into your mouth, humming around the salt slick taste of him.
niki’s hips jerk upward, “shit—you’re mean,” he pouts, but the way his tongue laps greedily at you betrays his act.
his tongue is relentless. he alternates between fast and slow, plunging his tongue into you as deep as he can, then lapping at you lazily. niki’s free hand slides up your side.
you’re not playing fair either—your lips tighten around the head of his cock, sucking hard enough to make his hips jerk. he groans, the vibration against your cunt delicious.
niki’s tongue fucks into you in rough, shallow thrusts, his nose nudging your clit in a way that has your thighs trembling.
his rhythm stutters when you hollow your cheeks. his thighs tense under your grip, “fuck— pretty, i–gonna cum—!” his warning is half choked. his fingers dig into your hips as he shoots hot ropes down your throat.
you swallow every drop, lapping at the oversensitive head just to hear his whimpers of pleasure.
niki’s mouth doesn’t let up even as you clench around his tongue. “ah– fu.. fuck—! right there, there, riki!” you groan, hips grinding against his face as your orgasm crashes through you.
he drinks you in greedily, his low groan vibrating against you as you ride out the aftershocks.
you collapse sideways onto the mattress, both of you gasping. niki wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“so,” he rasps, “still wanna complain about the noise?”
you laugh, throwing a pillow at his face. “fuck you, nishimura.”
“oh, i’d like that.”
🐹🍰 cs enha is seven… fuming in rage while i wrote this !! but it’s so hard for me to commit to LOMG fanfics im abt to give up on my sunghoon one T_T also hi im back…
NERD!NIKI HEADCANON 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 being the competition of nishimura riki in your uni class has resulted in sticky notes being passed to you, including dirty ones. smut 18+
nerd!niki who has a habit of leaving sticky notes on your desk after each lecture. he doesn’t leave a signature or his name after, because you immediately know it’s him from his tidy handwriting and it makes you roll your eyes.
nerd!niki who “accidentally” drops his notebook right in front of your desk for you to pick up, finding a note that reads: “saw you bite your lip reading your quiz grade, but i can make you bite it harder.”
nerd!niki who starts leaving notes in unexpected places: your locker, your backpack, your laptop keyboard. he even left a sticky note on your water bottle that says, “thirsty? i can help.”
nerd!niki who starts every note with correcting your every mistake in your essays, then the back side of the note is scribbled with his phone number and a: “in case you need a study buddy.” you scoffed.
nerd!niki who immediately picks up his phone the moment he sees your name on the caller id even though he was studying for tomorrows quiz. oh, he AND his grade were so done for.
nerd!niki who suggests studying together, but spends more time watching you chew your pencil than reading the textbook. he’s always catching himself sketch your profile more than taking notes, unable to focus on the lecture when you’re sitting a few rows away.
nerd!niki who finally got you to agree to study with him after dropping hints in those notes to spend time with you. he’d invite you to his dorm multiple times, but you took it as a joke. until you finally showed up.
nerd!niki who brushes your knee under the desk on “accident”, then pretends it’s nothing while he holds his breath when you don’t pull away.
nerd!niki who leans over your shoulder to point out a grammar mistake, his breath warm against your neck as he murmurs, “you’re getting this wrong.. let me show you how to fix it.”
nerd!niki who stops talking when you stretch, his eyes lingering as your shirt rides up just enough to show skin—then clears his throat and flips a page like he wasn’t caught staring.
nerd!niki who doesn’t even pretend to care about the midterm anymore when you finally straddle his lap. his textbook shoved aside, notes forgotten, and hands immediately gripping your hips
nerd!niki who challenges you to a quiz. if he wins, you owe him a kiss; if you win, he’ll do whatever you want.
nerd!niki who takes a persevere delight in teasing you, his lips curving into a cocky smile as he whispers in your ear, “you’re blushing.”
nerd!niki trying to sound casual as he runs his hands up your thighs, fingers reaching against the waistband of your sweats. “can’t focus,” he sighs as he slowly pulls your clothes off you.
nerd!niki whose fingers finally slip onto the fabric, teasing you through your underwear. he smiles as he feels how wet you are.
nerd!niki who leans in when you gasp, capturing the sound with his mouth and kisses you deep as two fingers slide inside, crooking just right because of course he did his research.
nerd!niki who watches your face like it’s the most important exam he’ll ever take and thrusts his fingers deeper when you whimper.
nerd!niki who’s always kept his composure in class, but now his breath is ragged as he fingers you under the cheap dorm room lights.
nerd!niki who replaces every sticky note with a new rule. the most recent one was: “don’t wear underwear to our next study session.”
nerd!niki who couldn’t resist leaving just sticky notes. he started to leave his sweaters on your desk, as well as coffee from that fancy cafe off campus that you love, but always say is too expensive.
nerd!niki who’s finally gotten to know you inside and out (literally.) your favorite snacks, your secret fears, your weird habits, your favorite studying positions—now he wants to make it official.
nerd!niki who has a list of date ideas ready on a sticky note: movies you’ve been meaning to watch, restaurants you mentioned trying out, even places you’d called beautiful, because he was listening.
nerd!niki who’s never been the type to commit to someone—but for you, he wants it all.
‧˚꒰ MELODY’S NOTE ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ hi guys! sorry for not writing for a month :( a little comeback post as i’ve survived finals week! hope everyone is doing well lovessss
MY REN I MISS U TOO ☹️☹️ DONT WORRY i’m cooking up something sweet while i’m gone for this short amount of time😚 it might take away 10 years of my lifespan bc it’s based off a disney movie but oh well! I NEED IT OUT OF MY HEAD.
❛❛ YOUR PARAGRAPHS MEAN SHiT TO ME, GET YOUR SORRY ASS TO MiNE. ❜❜ ◟ your brothers friends never fail to be assholes but, out of pure luck, you just had to fall in love with one. park jongseong isn’t an easy one to get rid of, either.
경고 PARK JONGSEONG aka jay x ƒ! reader ── 🎲🥢 smau brothers bsf! jay playboy! jay suggestive angst if u squint yn is kinda defensive jays a dick ◞ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 ₩16
❛❛ YOUR PARAGRAPHS MEAN SHiT TO ME, GET YOUR SORRY ASS TO MiNE. ❜❜ ◟ your brothers friends never fail to be assholes but, out of pure luck, you just had to fall in love with one. park jongseong isn’t an easy one to get rid of, either.
경고 PARK JONGSEONG aka jay x ƒ! reader ── 🎲🥢 smau brothers bsf! jay playboy! jay suggestive angst if u squint yn is kinda defensive jays a dick ◞ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 ₩16
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