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Ride or Die - l.hs

Pairings: Evan x Fem!Reader

IN WHICH... you're having the worst day of your life trying to get to work, when a blonde guy who seems to be invisible drags you into his sentient car. What's the worst that can happen?

WC: 5.4k

Content/Warnings: Comedy (I tried), Transformers-inspired (the car is basically Bumblebee), Action/Adventure, Fluff, Angst, Flirting, Kissing, Twist Ending

Playlist: Limbo - Keshi, The Sound of Music - Julie Andrews, U Can't Touch This - M.C. Hammer, Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars, Lonely Eyes - Lauv, Shake it Off - Taylor Swift, I Feel Good - James Brown, hate that i made you love me - Ariana Grande, Hooked on a Feeling - Blue Swede, I Think I Love You - David Cassidy

Ari's Note: I loved the storytelling of the "Ride Or Die" MV and just HAD to build a narrative around it, so here we are. I wanted it to be light and funny, but then I got in my feels and watched the Evan documentary, which gave me a lot of confidence for this story. I'm so incredibly proud of everything he's accomplished and have complete respect for his decision. This is for him <3

heeszn

This is seriously so good swearrrr😭. you have the audacity to be effortlessly good at writing. i'm filing a formal complaint. This one trigged something in me. me acting like i'm fine after reading this: 🤡🥀 anyway thanks for the the amazing work, your writing absolutely ATEEEEEE

h7evan

I FEEL IT COMING

Trope: Smooth Flirt

Pairing: spy!riki x spy!female reader

Synopsis: Riki is the kind of boy who can make anyone blush - confident, charming and effortlessly teasing. You swear you’re immune to your partner, but he seems determined to prove you wrong. Every training session, every shared joke, every lingering touch feels like a challenge he’s winning. But beneath the playful flirting, Riki is hiding real feelings he’s too scared to admit. When someone else starts showing interest in you, Riki’s facade cracks. Suddenly the smooth flirt becomes the boy who’s terrified of losing you. And when he finally confesses, it’s not with a smirk - it’s with a trembling voice and eyes full of hope.

Warnings: inappropriate language (cursing), explicit mature content - smut (MDNI), fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), slight angst and mentions of jealousy and possessiveness

Mishi’s Thoughts: My final fic for the Starboy series is here! And I’ve hit 100 followers, this is truly an amazing moment to commemorate! I want to thank each and every one of you for supporting my work in whatever small but vital way it may have been. From the moment I opened this account to now, I am immensely grateful! Thank you all so so much!! I hope you will enjoy this one as well for Riki, I can’t deny that I didn’t have lots of fun writing this series. Each and every one of your likes, comments and reblogs mean the world to me seriously! I can’t thank you all enough!! Gentle reminder that nothing in this fic, good or bad, is to be associated with any person in real life as this is a work of complete fiction. Taglist is still open for future work that anyone is interested in seeing upon posting! And once more your feedback and interactions mean the world to me! Enjoy!

AISA’s lounge has been unusually quiet since your latest mission with Riki, the low hum of the ventilation system filling the space as you reviewed the post-operation notes on your tablet.

Riki was already sprawled across the couch beside you - his long legs taking up more than enough space, looking far too relaxed for someone who had nearly face-planted during the assignments, his arms tucked behind his head.

He nudged your knee lightly with his foot, bothering you.

“So,” he started, deep voice carrying that familiar teasing warmth, “on a scale of one to ten, how impressed were you by my heroic performance today?”

You didn’t look up, “If you mean when you slipped on the gravel and accidentally tackled the target, I’d give it a solid… two.”

Riki gasped dramatically, leaning closer until his shoulder brushed yours, “Two? That was a strategic fall. I trained for years to perfect that move.”

You finally glanced at him, lips tugging into a small smirk, “Right. And you trained for like what a year?”

He huffed, crossing his arms, muttering under his breath begrudgingly, “Yeah.”

You laughed, continuing sarcastically, “What were you expecting? Gravity-assisted combat? Very advanced.”

He pointed at you triumphantly, “You’re teasing me. Which means you were impressed.”

“No. I was entertained,” you corrected, “There’s a difference.”

Riki laughed, delighted that you were playing along. He reached over and flicked the corner of your tablet - just enough to annoy you, but not enough to disrupt your work.

“You pretend you’re immune to me, but you’re laughing on the inside. I know it.”

“I’m laughing at you,” you replied teasingly.

“Same thing,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile you tried to hide was obvious enough that he caught it instantly.

He poked your knee again, gentler this time, “See? You like me.”

“I like that you didn’t die,” you replied, scoffing lightly, “It keeps my paperwork simple.”

Riki leaned back, stretching his arms behind the couch again, grinning like he’d won something, “We made. A good team though. Admit it.”

You shrugged, deliberately casual, “We did well.”

He bumped your shoulder again - playful, familiar and warm.

“And you like working with me,” he added teasingly.

“I like that you’re occasionally useful,” you remarked.

“Wow,” he said, laughing, “High praise.”

He tapped your tablet once more, just because he could.

“Next mission, I’m thinking we try not to fall.”

You smirked, shaking your head, “You try not to fall. I’ll be perfectly fine.”

Riki’s smile softened, his teasing settling into something quieter - still playful, still bright, but threaded with that sincerity he never fully hid.

“We’ll see.”

Your next mission site had been an abandoned research facility on the outskirts of AISA’s jurisdiction - dusty, dimly lit and full of equipment that looked like it hadn’t been touched since the last century.

You moved through the hallway with your scanner, boots clicking as it echoed around your surroundings, while Riki trailed behind you, spinning a discarded screwdriver between his fingers like it was a toy.

“You know,” he said, stepping over a broken cable, “If this place collapses, I want it on record that I died heroically.”

You didn’t look back as you spoke, “You’d trip over your own feet before the building even tried to collapse.”

Riki scoffed under his breath, speeding up until he walked beside you, “I’ll have you know I’m rather graceful.”

“Mhm,” you said, unconvinced, “Like when you fell during our last mission?”

“I told you, that was a tactical fall,” he insisted, a scowl on his face.

You let a smirk tug at your lips, “Right. Gravity-assisted combat. I remember.”

He bumped your shoulder lightly, making you laugh as he pretended to be offended, “You’re mean.”

“And you’re loud,” you shot back, nonchalantly.

“But you like me loud,” he retorted, his signature smirk playing on that smug face of his.

“Riki. I simply tolerate you loud,” you said, stopping for a moment to shoot him a pointed look.

He grinned, somehow satisfied with that answer.

You reached a locked metal door and crouched to examine the panel. Riki crouched beside you, far too close, his knee brushing yours.

“Want help?” He asked, already reaching for the wires.

“No,” you said immediately, smacking his hand away, “Last time you helped, the door exploded in our faces.”

Riki stared at you with mock offense, rubbing his wrist where you hit him.

“That was one time,” he whined dramatically.

“And it was like what? Last month?” You remarked, with a soft scoff.

He laughed, leaning his shoulder into yours, “Fine. I guess I’ll just supervise then.”

“You’re terrible at supervising,” you teased.

“I’m excellent at supervising. Look-” he pointed at the panel dramatically, “You’re doing great!”

You shook your head, but the smile pulling at your lips betrayed you, “You’re impossible.”

“And yet you keep me around,” he winked at you.

“Unfortunately,” you said dryly, “I don’t have much of a choice.”

He nudged you again, though softer this time, “You like having me close.”

“I just like having backup. And you’re my partner.”

“Same thing,” he rolled his eyes.

Before you could respond, the panel beeped and the door slid open.

Riki jumped to his feet triumphantly, punching the air, “See? Look! My supervision worked.”

You rose to your feet, dusting off your hands, “My skill worked.”

“You mean our teamwork worked,” he corrected, patting your shoulder as he walked past you into the room.

You followed, rolling your eyes but unable to hide the small laugh that slipped out.

Riki heard it - of course he did - and turned around with a smug smile.

“Knew you found me funny.”

“I find you ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously charming.”

“Ridiculously annoying.”

The two of you went back and forth until he finally winked and said at your last words, “Hey, I’ll take it.”

Despite the banter, the two of you moved with practiced precision - checking corners, scanning equipment and documenting findings. The atmosphere stayed sensible and professional… except for the occasional moment of course where Riki poked your arm, or you flicked his ear, or he whispered something stupid just to make you laugh.

And every time you did, he looked like he’d won the mission single-handedly.

The lounge was dimly lit that night, the kind of warm lighting that AISA used to trick agents into thinking they were relaxed. Riki and Jake sat at their usual high-top corner table, two glasses of soemthing strong between them after a long week of missions and paperwork.

Sim Jaeyun - nicknamed Jake, Riki’s long-time friend from since training with AISA - swirled his drink as he eyed the younger boy over the rim.

“So,” he started casually, “you and Y/N, huh? What’s the deal?”

Riki nearly choked, spluttering out indignantly, “Deal? What deal? There’s no deal.”

“We’re just partners,” he added hastily and Jake could’ve sworn he saw the boy’s ears turn red.

He snorted in response, “Right. Partners who sit wayy too close. Partners who bicker like a married couple. Partners who-”

“Hyung,” Riki cut in, pointing at him with a lazy grin, “you’re delusional. She barely tolerates me.”

Jake raised an eyebrow, “She teases you back.”

“She teases everyone.”

“No,” Jake said, leaning in, “she teases you differently. Everyone can see it.”

Riki scoffed, waving him off as he ignored the way his heart began to pick up speed at Jake’s words, “You’re reading into things unnecessarily. She’s just- fun to annoy, I guess?”

Jake smirked, adding slyly, “And you like her, Nishimura. Admit it.”

Riki froze for half a second - just long enough for Jake to catch it - before he recovered with a dramatic sigh.

“I like breathing. I like music. And I like not dying on missions. Doesn’t mean I’m in love with oxygen.”

Jake laughed, shaking his head, “You’re unbelievable.”

“No, I’m charming,” Riki corrected, clinking his glass against Jake’s, “And she’s immune to me anyway. I don’t know how y’all don’t see that.”

Jake shot him an unamused look, “You sure about that?”

Riki shrugged, leaning back in his chair, “Positive.”

Jake opened his mouth to retort and argue again - but stopped abruptly when he noticed you walking into the lounge, eyes falling on both of them as you headed straight towards their direction.

Riki followed his gaze and immediately straightened, nearly knocking over his drink in the process.

Jake cleared his throat rather loudly, “So uh- weather’s been… something?”

Riki nodded way too fast, “Yeah. Weather. Totally wild.”

You slowed you steps as you drew near to the guys, eyebrows lifting, “What are you two up to?”

Jake and Riki exchanged a panicked glance.

“Uh- clouds,” Riki said quickly.

“Big ones,” Jake nodded eagerly at you.

You stared at them, confused and even bewildered, “Right… okay.”

They both sat up a little too straight, grew a little too quiet and were a little too suspicious.

Or maybe too much of everything?

You narrowed your eyes, glancing between them, “You both are so weird.”

Riki flashed a grin that was definitely hiding something, “We’re always weird.”

You sighed, sliding into an empty seat at their table, massaging your temples.

“Unfortunately so, yes.”

Jake smirked into his drink as he sipped it.

And stifling a laugh himself, Riki kicked him under the table.

Riki had been in one of his moods again - smirking every time your eyes met, brushing your wrist when he passed you training gear and throwing in little comments meant to fluster you even though you always pretended they didn’t.

The two of you were running through close-quarters drills, circling each other on the mat. Riki lunged, you dodged and he laughed under his breath.

“You’re getting slow,” he teased, voice low and playful.

“You’re getting predictable,” you shot back, tapping his shoulder as you slipped past him.

He grinned like you’d just made his entire day.

But then, his gaze suddenly flicked past you - toward the far side of the training room.

Choi Soobin stood there, arms crossed, watching the two of you with an amused expression. He was also one of your closest friends in the agency apart from Riki, someone who always checked in on you after missions.

You paused the drill when you noticed him and walked over to him, wiping sweat from your forehead.

“Soobin hey! What are you doing here?” You asked, smiling lightly.

“Just making sure you haven’t let Riki corrupt your technique,” he joked softly, nudging your shoulder.

You laughed, leaning in a little as you spoke with him. Soobin’s tone was warm, friendly and familiar - comfortable in a way that made Riki’s chest tighten.

From behind you, Riki pretended to adjust his gloves, but his eyes stayed locked on the two of you.

His jaw flexed.

His playful confidence slipped, replacing by something sharp and unsettling.

Soobin noticed Riki staring and smirked, “He’s glaring holes into my head.”

“Don’t bother with him. He’s just being dramatic,” you muttered, voice lower.

“Or jealous,” Soobin whispered, a teasing smile on his lips.

You elbowed him lightly, but your cheeks warmed at his words.

Riki finally walked over, trying to appear casual even though his voice betrayed him.

“What’s going on?” He asked, a little too quickly.

Soobin raised his eyebrows, “Relax, man. I’m just talking to her.”

Riki’s eyes flickered over to meet yours, “We were in the middle of training.”

You tilted your head, “I can take a break, can’t I?”

Riki swallowed thickly, trying to hide the way that bothered him, “Right. Sure.”

Soobin chuckled, “Well aren’t you two just funny to watch?”

Riki shot him a look that was almost a warning.

You sighed softly, “Riki we’ll continue in a minute, don’t worry.”

He nodded, but his voice softened in a way he didn’t intend for it to, “Okay… just don’t disappear on me- or whatever.”

Soobin smirked again, “See? Jealous.”

Riki’s ears went pink, “What? No I’m not.”

You gave Riki a teasing smile, deciding to add to the fun, “You kind of are, you know.”

He looked away, growing flustered, muttering under his breath, “We’re partners. I just- like training with you, I guess?”

Soobin leaned closer to you, “He really means that he doesn’t want to share.”

You laughed heartily and Riki snapped his eyes back to Soobin.

“I never said that.”

But he had to admit that deep down, he did feel it.

And you saw it yourself but chose not to comment - as clear as day.

Soobin was warming up more and more with you by the day - too quickly for Riki’s liking.

Again, Soobin was watching you both train at another session before walking over to you after finishing your hand-to-hand drills.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed and watching with a soft smile, eyes focused on you and only you.

“You’re getting sharper,” he said to you, nodding approvingly.

You laughed, shrugging lightly, “I’ve been practicing.”

Riki didn’t say anything, but his movements grew noticeably tighter, sharper and even almost competitive as he focused on working alone, just as a way to distract himself from the sight before him.

When Soobin suddenly added, “You should train with me sometime too you know - I can help with your footwork,” that was when Riki’s jaw clenched tightly.

“She already has a partner,” he muttered, not looking up.

Soobin raised an eyebrow, gaze landing on Riki, “Didn’t realize you were territorial.”

Riki pretended not to hear him, but you saw the way his ears turned pink.

Another time, during a briefing, Soobin slid into the empty seat beside you after running late, nudging your shoulder lightly to get your attention.

“You always take the neatest notes,” he said, leaning a bit too closely to peek at your page.

Riki, sitting across one of the tables in the room near you, stared at the interaction with a blank expression that fooled no one.

Everyone would occasionally glance over at him with amused smiles or quiet shakes of their heads when they noticed he wasn’t even trying to avoid staring at you two.

His foot tapped under the table, a steady beat.

His eyes flicked between you and Soobin every few seconds, the boy hardly blinking.

When Soobin leaned closer again to whisper a joke into your ear, you laughed - and pencil Riki was fiddling with snapped clean in half.

Jake - who was sitting next to him and watching the entire scene silently noticed, he whispered urgently, “Dude what the fuck? You good?”

“Fine,” Riki gritted out through clenched teeth.

Riki’s final straw unfolded in AISA’s trusty lounge - that was supposed to be yours and Riki’s spot together.

You and Soobin were sitting on the couch, with him helping you to review intel.

The guy suddenly reached over to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear as you leaned over the table - a gesture he’d apparently done a thousand times before with the way you appeared to be so comfortable and nonchalant about it.

Riki froze mid-step past the sliding doors.

Jake murmured under his breath, musing to himself, “Oh shit, he’s gonna combust.”

Riki then walked over, his footsteps quickening, before plopping himself directly between you and Soobin.

“Y/N needs to help me with something. Urgently,” he spoke hurriedly before either of you could say anything.

You blinked, still trying to process what happened, “What urgent thing?”

“Uh-” Riki looked around, trying to search for a quick excuse.

“My laptop- yeah my laptop! It’s broken.”

“You don’t even own a laptop,” Jake tried to whisper to him, but Riki just kicked his shin under the table, earning a howled mumble of pain from Jake as he held his leg.

Soobin, way too observant for his own good, smirked knowingly, “Jealously doesn’t suit you, bro. What happened to being nonchalant?”

Riki’s ears turned pink, “What? I’m not jealous.”

You shot him an unamused and knowing look.

But Riki refused to meet your eyes.

Later that same day, as the evening progressed, you and Riki had planned a casual sleepover long before - snacks, blankets and a stack of movies listed on your notes app all ready at your apartment.

He sprawled beside you on the couch, pretending to be relaxed and pretending nothing had bothered him all day.

But he kept glancing at you every so often.

And then looking away.

And then glancing again.

You nudged him, diverting your attention from the movie playing, “You’re awfully quiet.”

“I’m always quiet,” he said, voice too quick and response something you knew he’d never say if he was thinking straight.

“No,” you responded, “you’re annoying. Don’t even come to me with that quiet shit, you’re anything but. This is different.”

He huffed, grabbing a pillow to hide half as he face as he snuggled close to it, “I’m not upset if that’s what you’re trying to say.”

You raised your eyebrows, unconvinced, “You sure?”

Riki hesitated. His typical teasing facade wavered even more, just another crack - enough for you to see the truth underneath.

“I just-” he swallowed thickly, his voice trailing off, “I didn’t like how Soobin was acting today.”

You blinked, though you internally knew it all along, “Why?”

Riki’s voice softened, barely above a whisper, “Because I don’t like sharing you.”

You turned to stare at him fully now, stunned.”

He immediately buried his face deeper into his pillow.

“Wait nevermind. Forget I said that.”

You allowed a quiet smile to tug at your lips, leaning your shoulder against his, “I won’t. Just letting you know.”

Riki didn’t tease after that. He didn’t joke. He just stayed close - closer than usual - watching the movie with a quiet intensity, pretending he wasn’t melting away every time you shifted nearer.

His facade wasn’t just cracking.

It was falling apart beautifully.

As the night stretched on, the living room softened into dim lamplight and the low hum of the movie.

You had expected Riki to tease you, poke your side or even steal your snacks - the usual chaos he brought into any room.

But he didn’t.

He sat beside you, legs pulled close and eyes fixated on the tv screen yet still unfocused. His usual spark - the playful glint, the smug grin - had faded into something quieter.

Something heavier.

Every time you shifted closer, trying to get some teasing remark out of him, he stiffened inside of leaning in. Every time you laughed at the movie, he smiled only halfway. And every time you glanced at him, he looked away way too quickly.

It wasn’t like the Riki you knew.

Not at all.

You paused the movie, turning to look at him with eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Riki- what’s going on?”

He didn’t answer at first. His fingers tightened around the blanket, knuckles pale. His shoulders rose with a shaky breath.

“I’m fine,” he said - but his voice trembled, betraying him instantly.

You shifted closer, growing more and more worried by the minute, “You’re not. Talk to me. Come on.”

Riki swallowed hard. His eyes flickered over to yours, wide and uncertain, filled with something raw - something hopeful and terrified all at once. He looked like he was fighting himself, fighting the words he’d been holding back all day.

“I just-” his voice broke again, “I didn’t like how today went.”

Your expression softened with understanding, “Because of Soobin?”

Riki’s breath hitched, surprised you figured it out so quickly.

He nodded once, barely.

“I know it’s stupid,” he whispered, eyes dropping to his lap.

“I know I shouldn’t feel like this. But when I saw him with you- when he touched you, when you laughed with him-”

His voice shook harder, “It felt like something inside me was twisting. And I- I hate it.”

“I hate it so goddamn bad, Y/N.”

You reached out, gently touching his hand.

He froze - then looked up, eyes shining with a fragile kind of hope as he fought tears.

“I- I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted shakily, voice trembling so badly it almost wasn’t a whisper anymore.

“Not to him. Not to anyone.”

His facade - the teasing, the bravado and the playful confidence - had fallen away completely.

What remained was just Nishimura Riki: vulnerable, scared and wanting you more deeply than he knew how to say.

You squeezed his hand tightly, reassuringly.

He exhaled shakily, relief and longing flickering across his face.

And for the first time all night, he leaned into you - not with jokes, nor with bravado, but with quiet, trembling honesty.

Since Riki’s interestingly enough heartfelt confession to you that night at your sleepover, you finally began to acknowledge the truth hidden deep within your own emotions and feelings.

You were letting him in, slowly but surely and he was glad to seize the opportunity every single time.

And it felt like things were back to normal between you both, as if your entire life and connection with your partner wasn’t just uprooted and transfigured into something completely different when Riki confessed that night.

From lingering touches and quiet words of affection which you had to practically force out of him - things eventually got heated between you two.

You were in the library, tasked with obtaining some old records on a case you worked on months back, looking through the archives in a separate room off the main floor of the spacious area with its multitude of books on shelves.

As you were climbing up the rolling library ladder situated in the room, you heard a deep voice behind you, startling you at first as you let out a soft yelp, immediately holding on to the edge of a shelf so you don’t fall back.

“Woah, woah, woah- what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Riki exclaimed, his voice strangely panicked.

You groaned, craning your head back slightly to look at him.

“Riki!”

He frowned, already moving closer to hold on to the sides of the ladder and keep you supported.

“Yeah?” He answered nonchalantly.

“I could’ve tumbled right back on my ass if you didn’t come in here and air your big mouth!” You complained dramatically, stepping down a few of the rungs on the ladder until you felt a firm hand on your hip, stopping you.

“What now?” You frowned, exasperated, but Riki didn’t respond, growing unusually quiet.

You tried to turn your head back again to look at him, speaking but he cut you off, “Riki-?”

“Turn around,” he commanded softly.

You blinked, hesitating for a moment, “What for?”

“You’ll see,” he remarked, dryly, “Just do as I say? Please?”

You let out a heavy exhale, but obliged, gripping the edges of the ladder tightly as you carefully turned around to face him fully now, his arms outstretched and hovering near your body protectively in case you slipped.

You gazed at him with narrowed eyes, noticing how his eyes were glued to the lower half of your body, expecting an explanation now, “What is it?”

“You’re wearing a skirt,” he said, his voice a bit- strained?

You blinked, “So?”

“So,” he raised his eyebrows, eyes flicking up to meet your confused ones, “You hardly wear skirts.”

You frowned for a moment, eyebrows knitting together until you realized where he was going with this.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, a bit of a wry one, “Oh.”

He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at you in the archives room, “You look good though.”

You let a small smile pull at your lips, growing flustered by the comment, “Thank you.”

You stiffened when you watched him suddenly step closer, eyes snapping back to yours.

“I want to do something,” he said simply.

“You’ll let me right?” He added, voice dropping to a whisper.

You felt as if your voice was stuck in your throat from the way Riki was staring at you so intently and you could only nod in a daze.

In a flash, Riki had pushed you to sit back on one of the rungs, your breath knocking out of you at the force for a moment.

Your hands scrambled for his shirt, just as a way to hold on before you fell but he caught you when your body shifted forward, firm hands keeping you grounded to the edge of the rung before one of them slid down to your thigh.

You gazed into his wild eyes with your dark ones wide and bewildered, a shiver running down your spine as his hand rubbed up and down your thigh, grazing the hem of your skirt.

Your voice was breathless, barely able to speak, “Riki-”

“Don’t-” he rasped out, gritting his teeth, “Don’t say my name like that, Y/N- please-”

You didn’t know what to say, his voice bordering on pure desperation, a tone you’d never heard from him as you felt your throat grow dry.

Once he was certain you were steadied properly while sitting on the ladder, he pushed your legs apart, head immediately dipping there to move up under your skirt.

You let out a loud gasp at his action, squirming for a moment until he had to forcefully hold you still with his hand.

“Riki- wait!” You tried to cry out, fearful of being caught but he had no intentions of stopping now.

There was no going back from this.

And Nishimura Riki was in way too deep now.

You felt his hot breath on your shamefully soaked panties, your head falling back against the books and files neatly arranged on the shelves behind you as his tongue licked a long stripe along the drenched fabric.

He shifted his position slightly, using his free hand to hook your legs over his shoulders as your body trembled, whimpering when he used his other hand to push your panties aside.

Your cheeks flushed a crimson red when you heard the sharp inhale Riki let in, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth tended to the ache of your pussy.

His surprisingly expert tongue knew just where to work you to make you moan and gasp out, tongue lapping at your arousal or teeth nipping gently at your swollen clit.

You tried to speak, resulting in Riki only intensifying his assault on your pussy, the wet and obscene sounds of his attention making your head spin.

“Riki- s-someone could see us h-” your voice broke off into a breathy sigh, two of his fingers pushing into you without warning as your eyes rolled back.

He didn’t seem to have a care in the world about if someone walked in and saw you both.

Yet, the thought of that despite how embarrassing it was, sent a strong thrill through you.

Riki’s tongue was a menace as he went down on you, licking hot and wet stripes through your glistening folds with his tongue while slowly pushing his fingers up into you at a steady pace, trying to open you up to sink them deeper.

All thoughts of being seen or caught had left your mind by now, your sweet whimpers and desperate cries of his name fueling the man on as he kept going.

You could feel the tip of his nose bumping against your clit lightly, half-lidded eyes barely making out the movement of his head against the fabric of your skirt as he ate you out.

The sight alone drove you wild, a strangled moan leaving your lips as his fingers sunk deeper, thrusting into and out of you with a pace that made your eyes roll back as he hit that sweet spot deep into you.

When the muscle of his tongue finally pushed into your hole, you couldn’t take it any longer, your body tensed up.

His satisfied grunts and groans, muffled from being under your skirt and against your pussy, was the only thing keeping you grounded to reality as you let your release crash through you.

Your body trembled immensely, a sharp cry of his name leaving your lips as you came, walls clenching around his fingers and tongue as you reached the breaking point.

Hot, clear liquid shot out, spilling along the bare skin of your thighs where your skirt was hiked up over and on to Riki’s face, surprising him as he pulled away.

He used his tongue, chin dripping with a mixture of your arousal and your release as he licked his mouth clean.

An amused smirk pulled at his lips, staring down at you and the mess he made between your legs.

You were panting heavily, barely comprehending anything he was saying as his deep voice rasped out.

“Did you just- squirt on me?”

You blinked blankly up at him, voice hoarse, “W-what?”

He laughed, sucking his fingers clean as he watched you, clearly thinking for a long moment.

“I’m not done with you, by the way,” he teased, voice a tad bit deeper, amused as he watched your eyes go wide when you finally caught your senses.

“H-huh? Riki?!” You exclaimed, holding on to his broad shoulders for support as he scooped your body off the ladder effortlessly.

His eyes scanned the archives room, trying to search for a place to keep his fun going.

You let out an exaggerated whine, smacking the back of his head.

“Ow! Hey!” He groaned, to which you laughed with delight, your eyes twinkling as he looked down at you with pure love in his gaze.

“I feel it comin’, babe” - I Feel It Coming, The Weeknd

🏷️: @idkjustforfanfics @kristynaaah

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|ROUTE 1: Heeseung|A Story That Starts With a Text

📃summary: when you installed a dating app to just mess around with random people, not knowing that you were turning your peaceful life into a bloody one the moment you sent that text.

🥀genre: yandere, angst, fluff, college au!

🥀warning: cursing, kleptomaniac! reader, manipulation, betrayals, suggestive content, future non-con w a minor involved! (only in one ep, 18+ only mdni! this is only for entertainment, I don't condone this behaviour)

🥀pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

🖋️a/n: this is my first series T^T , and my first time writing in this blog. So expect alot of grammar errors, awkward storytelling and dialogues! I'm always trying to improve, and so any feedbacks and criticisms are welcome. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! pls do not be a silent reader, if there's anything u want to say bout my story! Pls do! It really makes my day.

EPISODE 01 : dating app

EPISODE 02: first text

EPISODE 03: your little marionette

EPISODE 04: the seventh month game

EPISODE 05: fate

EPISODE 06: fairy tale

EPISODE 07: fools | pt. 1 | pt. 2 |

EPISODE 08: lie after lie

EPISODE 09: traitor | pt. 1 | pt. 2 |

EPISODE 10: carnival

EPISODE 11: ...

|>YANDERE SERIES: ENHYPEN (PART 1)

|> secondary blog: @llyzblog

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I finally found the masterlist 😭 I've been wanting to reread the series but for some reason the series masterlist's link isn't working.

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HURRY UP YOUR DINNER IS GETTING COLD .ᐟ

➤EAT IT WHILE IT'S STILL HOT .ᐟ

HOLD UP! BEFORE YOU PROCEED: PART 1 ⇄ PART 2

what happens when you sneak into jay's bedroom to let him finish what he started? maybe you'll finally get to see the man who has been hiding his desires longer than you realized....

pairing ❀˖° parkjongseong x fem!reader warning ❀˖° 18+, smut, mdni, pinv!, unprotected!sex(don't do this!), explicit content, dom!jay, sneaky!sex, cheating, sub!reader, sexual tension, roommate'sbestfriend!jay, obsessed!jay, voyeurism, stuffing panties in mouth, pussy!eating, doggystyle!, clothedsex! playlist ❀˖° click here! word count ❀˖° 10.7k lolli's notes ❀˖° holy shit this is actually fucking terrible but ur wishes have been granted! I present pt 2! I am sorry I took so long, times are rough out here....love you all mwah! not really proofread.

"jay? dude are you in here?" he hears his roommates soft voice phasing through his door. they knock a few times, still not earning an answer from jay.

jay leans against his door, feeling the knocks on the back of his head. he feels his heart pounding in his chest, from the adrenaline but also from the panic. he recounts the events before his roommate ruined the moment. the way you were squirming, your thighs locking onto his head to the point where he couldn't escape (not like he wanted to), your soft sweet moans that curl into his ears that made him more riled up by the second — he was getting hard just thinking about you again.

"shit…" jay looks down at his pants, a visible bulge forming. "fuckfuckfuck" he quietly curses to himself, not knowing that his roommate was calling him. "jay?!" his roommate bangs on the door, putting full force. jay snaps out of his thoughts when he was forced to snap back to reality. jay opens the door slightly, only revealing his head as his roommate was mid knock. "what's up?" he casually says. "omg dude are you deaf or something?" he scoffs, just as jay was about to open his mouth, he was interrupted by them showing whatever they bought from the grocery store. "i know you said you didn't want anything but i got you some candy." you hear the crackle of plastic crumbling as they swung it over his face.

jay immediately grabs it and lets out a small thank you, but just as he was about to close the door, a hard smack banged against the hard surface, causing him to flinch. "did you go in my room?" they furrow their eyebrows. jay's heart immediately drops but he holds himself up. "no why?" his eyes turning innocent.

" the door is slightly open and i swear i left the door closed before i left. are you sure you didn't go in?"

"nah man, i was in my room the entire time you were gone. maybe you didn't close it properly." his roommate stares at him, noticing the way he nods his head as it peeks out from the door, seemingly pre-occupied.

"huh. maybe I did." the silence becomes awkward for a few seconds before the conservation becomes something. "well — thanks for the candy man, appreciate you." jay's hand peeks out from the door, dabbing them up before he closed the door behind him, letting out a sigh of a relief.

fuck that was close.

after that encounter, he stayed in his room every time you came over. the only time he showed his face is whenever he needed to grab something from the kitchen. he always avoided your presence like you were the plague. looking to see if the coast was clear before stepping out of his room, avoiding any sort of interaction, keeping a safe distance from you. whenever he was alone with you, he would make an excuse that sounded half assed because he was too embarrassed to face you even if his excuses sounded believable. he needed to get away as soon as possible.

every time he saw you, all he could envision was how your body was plated on the bed like a hot meal ready to be served, your thighs trembling as the vibrations rumbled deep inside you like it was massaging the deepest parts of your core, squirming with every buzz like time was infinite. he wasn't avoiding you cause he felt ashamed. no — it was because you knew what happened that night. how you knew it wasn't your boyfriend but it was him.

he didn't like confrontation, it was like facing his biggest fears and it was something that he wasn't ready to face. but his roommate was always inviting you over which made the situation even more impossible to avoid. he was too scared to even look at you. but if you asked him if he regretted that moment — he would say no, despite the fact he was hiding out like it was hibernation season.

he didn't even ponder on the thought of what if you liked it or you hated him for what he did. no, just the thought of you hating him was the last thing he wanted to see.

he assumed that you saw him differently for what he did, ruining a relationship that was stable but little did he know that you couldn't stop thinking about that moment.

the way he was so gentle, so comforting like he was truly relishing your body, so pure, soft like a cloud. so when he started avoiding you — you couldn't help but be amused. how cute it was whenever jay would speed pass you or stutter whenever you tried talking to him. the way he tried to keep himself composed and tried talking to you like nothing was wrong, it made you craved him more.

you felt shameful for thinking about another man but at the same time, you couldn't care less. you wanted more. you wanted him to finish what he started even if it meant jeopardizing your relationship.

so you started wearing clothes that exposed your soft skin: skin tight that clung onto you, molded onto your frame, skirts that were so short that they could pass up as belts, and shirts that always showed cleavage.

and as expected he would stare, eyes dilating, mouth agape. he would scan your body from head to toe, taken aback with how gorgeous you looked, completely head over heels and truly starstruck. sometimes, he doesn't even realize how long he's been staring until his roommate starts speaking. and you always catch him being entranced at the sight of you, seeing his chest stutter as he takes a deep breath, jaw clenched, eyes fluttering until he realizes that he has been staring for too long, slightly shaking his head to get out of this trance. a cute habit makes you smile.

your boyfriend didn't find it weird or out of place. he always saw you naked which was always something that jay envied. jay never wanted to be presented as a perverted person, but when it came to you, he was betraying every word, every thought that was restraining him to look away, cover his eyes like looking was a sin.

and one way to fix it is by hiding in his room.

but he knew that tactic wasn't always going to work, especially when you stay until the clock hits midnight or end up sleeping over.

and he could hear you.

the bed creaking, the soft slaps of skin on skin, the way the walls couldn't drown out the sound — it was infuriating. he would turn to the side, covering his ears with his pillow and closing his eyes. but that never worked. trying to force himself to ignore the noise but the soft foam against his ears somehow made the noise even more vulgar. forcing himself to listen even if he told his mind not to but deep down, he wanted to hear you, in ways that he envisions himself beneath you, pumping you full, feeling his bulge swell underneath your skin as he places his hand on your stomach, stuffing his cream inside of you like you were made to bury his seed. but that was nothing more than a mere fantasy.

as he hated to admit, it was always made him rock hard. he tried ignoring the aching pain but it was throbbing so much. he kept tossing and turning so much to the point where the sheets felt uncomfortable on his skin. his clothes became nothing but a distraction, a barrier that held him down and made him irritated. his body was building up an insufferable heat that felt like an itch he couldn't scratch off, a warmth that pounds through his exterior, curated on his skin like it was branding him. the fever that will always come back even if he cools it off. it was tucked into the walls of his skin, where he couldn't grasp.

impossible to avoid. and it only spreads into places he doesn't want it to reach. it tickles through his veins, sending a wave of pleasure that made him whine in ache.

he had to relieve the pain.

he pulls down his sweatpants until his cock was fully exposed. his aching tip was dripping with pre-cum, slightly twitching as your moans were phasing through the walls. every sound makes his body shiver like he was chasing for your touch. he softly grips the base, shuddering as the sensitivity felt like he was being electrocuted, nerves thumping through his skin. he starts stroking, a hot rush of blood surges through, pulsing against his hand. he shudders with every sheer contact, his breath hitches like he felt something cold. he closes his eyes, focusing on your moans that pound through his ears. he lets his imagination run wild, thinking about the possible ways he could have you: eating you out until you had nothing left in you, lying on your back as he ruthlessly pounds into you or he lies down on the bed while he watches you ride him. he groans shamelessly at the thought of it.

your soft silken skin with your slick coating his tongue, dripping like honey. with your legs closing around his head, trapping his source of oxygen as he laps his tongue on your sweet folds, alternating between slow, hypnotizing strokes to kitten licks that creates a cold shiver to flow through your body. he feels his dick twitch at the mere thought, the unhinged thought of thinking about his roommate's girlfriend in the most perverted ways — it felt invading but, at the same time, it felt like the only way to cure this aching need. he practically whimpers at the thought of you, showing up as desperate but he doesn't care, not when he was inching closer to having you to himself — until his roommate decided to come home when everything was starting to heat up.

he fucking hates them for coming home but he realizes what he was doing was betrayal.

but a part of him doesn't feel guilty or gives a fuck.

not when he had a choice. imagine the one thing you desired the most that kept you awake almost every night and was the cause of the insufferable ache that needed to be cured was right in front of you.

would you rather suffer or get cured?

he knew it was wrong but something he always kept in the back of his mind was: always trust your gut — it always tells you the truth.

and his gut knew what he truly desired.

"oh fuck…." the thought made him shudder, desperately whining just to feel touched by you. he wishes that you were the one bringing him to his limit, he doesn't care if you edged or teased him until he fully broke. he was desperately begging at this point for you to notice him, to see the signs of how much he wanted you.

he would give you everything you need, craved, wanted. like an act of service. he would do anything just to get a crumb of your attention.

the obscene sounds of his moans were filling up the room, the air thickening as he beated his dick until it became lump . the stickiness of his warmth was coating his hand, showing how his arousal was overturning every thought he had in his mind. he was so desperate, aching for his release to reach the finish line. it was so wrong, to be thinking in ways that his brain shouldn't be able to envision. he wanted your hands on his sensitive skin, a brush of your fingers against his — just the thought was already making his skin prickle with goosebumps and shudder against his soft bed sheets.

"mmf….fuck…h-holy shit—" he throws his head back against his soft pillow, eyes shut and teeth caught on his bottom lip. his muscles were tensing up as his breath became more ragged with every continuous push of his cock in between his hand. he could feel his stomach clenching and the unbearable ache rising up his body. his fingers begin to feel weak and ticklish like his nerves couldn't handle the overstimulation.

and then a strong wave of pleasure washes over him and his pent up frustration releases, dripping down the structure of his dick as his hand drowns in his own pleasure. he slowly opens his eyes, hot flashes of sparkles spread his vision. the blurriness begins to pulse with every blink he forces himself to recover. the deep inhales couldn't stop his fluttering heart and his own ache was still spilling out of him. his clothes were damped with his sweat, clinging onto him like it was merging with his skin. his eyes stare up at the ceiling like it was staring back at him, looking with shame.

he looks at the state of his body, it reeks with guilt, experiencing the aftershocks like they were branded on his skin. the warm fluid begins to feel sickening like they weren't meant to be paint his body. all it brought was shame, pleasure, and a hunger for more. he looks at his messy hand with drunk-filled eyes, he sighs out of frustration when he realizes that he needed to clean up.

jay waits for few seconds, focusing on the background noise as his heart was pounding loudly in his ears. he waits for a few beats or a rhythm that indicated a signal to make his move. he curses at himself for running out of his tissues this one time he really needed them.

he lifts himself, using his elbows to push himself off the bed, using all the core strength he had left. his vision becomes hazy as his head begins to pulse at the sudden movement. he wishes that the walls weren't so thin that he can absolutely hear every squeak, rumble and squeals that was phasing through the walls. he can still hear you but he needed to clean up before raising any suspicion.

he lets his clothes mold onto his frame without laying his hands on them. his hair was a slight mess but nothing that seemed out of place. he pulls up his boxers along with his sweatpants. he walks to the door with hushed footsteps, grasping the door handle with a grip so tight to get a better precision. he slowly turns the knob, focusing on every shift as the door slowly unlatched. he takes a peak at his roommate's door, there was a small crack but it covered the view of jay's position from the outside, he slowly peaked out of his room, heading towards the door but the erotic sounds of your voice mixed with the bed creaking only made his body jumped in curiosity. he stares at the door across from him for mere seconds until his mind spirals deep into thought. your voice only surges louder in his brain, it echoes endlessly causing his body fluster with heat, the same one that he couldn't shake off his body.

he swallows a lump down his throat as his legs had a mind of their own, answering a question in his mind he refused to accept. as he roams closer and closer, the small crack became visible of the scene. the noises only got louder and endless.

"o-oh shit!" your voice curled into a squeal as jay takes light footsteps, his feet sticking onto the hardwood floors like they were trying to stop him from seeing what could possibly make him even more flustered. from the angle he was in, all he could see was the bed pulsing against the rhythm of skin contact he could hear, his eyes wander until he leaned his body against the door frame, fully getting a show that made his eyes widened and mouth slightly ajar.

he sees your body placed on top of his roommate, his body positioned where his head was laying on the foot of the bed, facing directly away from the door. jay watches how his roommate's hands were swarming all over your perfect body, hands dragging along the side of your torso, inching their way towards your breasts while jay's eyes only stared at your body like it was something he wished he could hold and cherish like time had stopped.

the beating in his chest slowly began to panic, his skin turns into a hot, flushed mess, the heat begins to bloom through his body as the scene became something more than he could handle. the ache began to stir in his stomach while the blood rushes down to his now throbbing dick. he stares at you to the point where his mind became a blur he couldn't hear and a conscious his body couldn't lift.

he was stuck in a trance by watching you move so swiftly, making it more like a love-making session rather than losing your minds. you moved so fluidly like the air was commanding to your rhythm. you tilt your head back as you were getting lost in the moment and jay watches with a careful gaze.

his body started heat up again, all flustered and dazed. his pants start to feel tight and an ache starts to build up. he swallows the lump in his throat, trying the push the feeling down. his hand began to drift down to his clothed crotch, palming himself as he stared at you with nothing but lust in his eyes.

jay could only imagine what you must feel like, soft, warm and sweet as honey. yet, imagination was the only thing he could conquer even if he found it upsetting . jealousy couldn't describe what he was feeling in the pit of his stomach. the feeling of pleasure couldn't even coincide with the envy he felt.

he couldn't even be bothered to be angry, he was too dazed to even fathom the overwhelming emotions. more importantly, he couldn't stay a moment longer watching another man in your embrace.

as he finished cleaning up, he plops down on his bed again, staring at the ceiling. he began to ponder for a moment, feeling a whiff of sadness wash over him.

he didn't know if the guilt was from betraying his roommate or from the fact that you probably saw him differently, ruining a relationship that he shouldn't have ever touched in the first place.

💀

you stare up at the ceiling, the pull of drowsiness hasn't forced your eyes shut and you lay on your boyfriend's bed like you shouldn't even be here. your eyes were wide open, blinking slowly, forcing the pull of fatigue but as your eyelids close for a few seconds, you became even more frustrated.

you couldn't sleep, you couldn't tell how many hours has passed, you look towards your boyfriend, sleeping soundly. a few quiet snores escaping as his cheat softly heaved up and down. the room was silent and the air was a bit cold as you shifted on the bed, feeling the warmth of your body as you turned away, facing the opposite direction of your boyfriend.

your cheek graze on the cold cloth of your pillow, sending a soft shiver down your spine. the room was so quiet; you could hear the silent pulse of your heart and the rhythmic breaths of your boyfriend.

but your body wasn't tired and your eyes weren't drooping.

every shift of your body, shutting your eyes out of force — sleep never came.

your mind wasn't letting you.

every time you closed your eyes, your mind wasn't letting you. it was making you frustrated and telling you to get up. although, the soft cozy warmth was making it hard for you to stand, instead, your mind wanders. you wondered if jay was awake at this time especially with how loud you were late at this time, you forgot that jay wasn't too far from you.

just as the thought of him hearing you made your thighs clench together.

did he hear you?

you wondered if he did. did he touch himself? did he hear how desperate you were?

you could only imagine, and you wanted to know more.

he tosses and turns, his arousal still lingering and sensitive. he sighs out of frustration, still feeling shivers from his orgasm. he closes his eyes, trying to let sleep consume over his body but all he could think about was you and you were riding and moaning-

knock knock

his eyes cracked open, darting towards the door. he stares for a few seconds, wondering if he was hearing things. then, a soft pair of knocks pressed against the door once again "what the-" he gets up, walking towards where the source of sound was coming from.

"yes dude what do you—I- woah, what are you doing here????"

"I couldn't sleep. he's snoring so loud. sorry, was i bothering you, I can just—"

"no! uhh I mean no no, you weren't bothering me. I wasn't really doing much anyway, so what's up?

"is it okay if I sleep with you tonight?"

"like— with me in my bed?"

"of course you silly, who else? if that's not weird?"

"uhh no no not at all. i would let you but i don't know if he'll be okay with that." he pauses. "well i can just sleep in the living room while you sleep on my bed—"

"oh no no please, I don't wanna kick you out of your own room. if it's too much trouble I can just sleep in the living room."

"no! uhh sorry I mean— I'll feel guilty if you sleep in the living room but what will he think? I mean he'll kill me."

"I won't say anything and besides, it'll only be for tonight." the word "tonight" only made jay's mind drift into something more lewd even though they were far from it.

"I-"

"please.."

"i don't know y/n—"

"please jay…." you give him a pouty face as you jutted your lower lip and just as you expected, he stuttered.

"I- umm I— alright come in." you smiled as you walked into his room. your approach was silent, it was seductive but effortless like you controlled the room. he silently starts praying to himself as he gently closes the door behind him, his back colliding against the hard wooden surface. out of instinct, his eyes immediately dart to your night attire, his lips part and then lets out a shuddered breath. he shamelessly stared at your legs, admiring the way they looked so plump and fluffy that made him shiver with arousal.

he silently curses to himself as you looked around his room, inspecting it like you've entered something you shouldn't have. jay starts to panic like he couldn't believe the girl he yearned for was two steps away from him. he convinced himself that this was probably a dream and by the time he blinks, you would disappear — but you didn't.

your voice sounded too real, your presence was too distracting for him to convince himself that you weren't real.

much to his horror, this was more than just a dream. it was a universe that he always fantasized of, one where you and him existed into something more than just strangers but glanced at one another like love mended into something that neither you and jay could explain.

his heart was exploding, flooding in his ears like it was warning him that something dangerous was going to happen. the air in the room changed, it became annoyingly hot and stuffy, constantly messing with jay's brain as he began to feel suffocated by his own clothes. he felt a burning rush of heat soiling through his skin, his own arousal staining his clothes. his nerves thrumming in his skin, control slipping through his grasp the more he stared at you.

you analyzed his room like you were examining every part of him. he only gulps to trying to hide his anxiety, silently praying that he doesn't make a wrong move.

"you have a nice room, its very cozy." as soon as you entered, you were surprised by the contrast between jay's and your boyfriend's room. you don't know if you were surprised by the fact that jay's room was a lot cleaner, he doesn't step outside unless he was getting something from the kitchen or if he needed to go to the bathroom.

your eyes continue to inspect his room until you finally settled on him. he doesn't lock eyes with you as he looks passed you or anywhere that seemed interesting. he stood awkwardly as the burning rush of your eyes were staring into his body.

"thanks, i try to manage…you know cleaning" his eyes dart to you for a second before breaking the silence. his heart almost stops when you made eye contact, paired with a smile that sent a soft shiver down his spine.

"well you can make yourself comfortable, I can just sleep on the beanbag. if you need any extra blankets or anything else, just let me know."

you leaned against his desk as he walked towards his closet to get more blankets and pillows like it was an automatic response. "does he know?" and just as you broke the silence in the room, you watched the way jay hesitated in his footsteps before he played it off like it never fazed him. but in reality, jay's heart stopped for a second as those words started to scramble with his brain.

"does who know..?" he swallows the huge lump in his throat while he silently prays to himself as his back faces towards you.

"about what happened." you broke the barriers once again, watching jay unravel little by little.

"I don't follow.."

"you're cute.."

"w-what..?"

"pretending not to know about what happened."

"I don't know what you're talking about.."

"you can say that all you want but we both know that you know exactly what I'm talking about." the air in the room only thickens as the your words reaches his ears, causing him to dissociate with his own consciousness. you watched his face falter with nervousness and it was a sign that he knew exactly what you were talking about.

you watched how his eyes drifted lower, specifically on your body and how he takes a deep breath in like the moment was too livid. you pushed yourself off his desk and slowly walked towards him, and just as you took a step forward, he immediately tensed up and slowly backed up against his closet door

he was taller than you and could easily handle you like a rag doll, but in the moment he felt small and weak. "c'mon jay….talk to me." your voice, sultry sweet to his ears like honey. he couldn't dare look at you, it was too much for him to bear so he looked down at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

he still couldn't dare look up at you. you were like a walking reminder of how his consequences were finally coming to haunt him. you smile as he was still trying to deny everything, he could deny it all he wanted but the truth would soon unveil.

"that was a mistake."

"was it?"

"tell me jay, was it a mistake?" the distance between you was dangerous, in his mind, nothing could convince him that any of his actions were a mistake, not when the tension only grew and the moment got heated. when he fights the courage to finally look at you, his eyes immediately locked in with yours, and the only thing he could see in those pearly wide pupils was the remnants of that day.

you didn't look disgusted, nor did you look at him with hatred. instead, all he was the same desire he was craving for, the answer he was begging to hear, the moment where he wanted to stare at you without having an eye creeping down his neck. you batted your eyelashes, somehow hypnotic and your eyes catches the way they shift from your eyes to your lips.

you could feel the way his body was taut, trying to control the urges he had in him, he could only stand there in silence as the distance between your body and his, was trying to speak the unresolved tension.

you waited for about a breath, about to give up. you sighed, turning your back from him, and just as you were about to take a step forward, you feel his hand on your wrist, spinning around and to your surprise, he swiftly caught you with his hands on your waist, pulling you towards him.

your hands were flat on his chest and you could feel the pattern of his heartbeat growing faster and faster like a ticking time bomb. you looked at him confused and by a glance, your face turned into shock when he kissed you.

it only took a few seconds for you to melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands were glued to your waist. you softly whimpered as his rough movements were something that you weren't used to.

his kisses were hungry but also careful. you feel every control, the grips getting tighter around your body, almost like a wave of possessiveness crashed onto him. you feel him tilt his head to deepen the kiss, angling his mouth to get a better taste as his tongue was exploring every crevice and shape of your mouth like he was devouring to taste more of you, to leave the taste of him on your mouth.

"jay-" your lips part from his for a quick second but he doesn't let you speak. his tongue was tangling with yours as careful hands stick onto the fabric of your nightgown, riding up your thighs, slowly revealing your panties. you feel one of his hands slowly gliding lower and lower, reaching closer to your sensitive parts.

you shiver at the cold sensation of his fingers grazing onto the thin fabric and jay smirks into the kiss as he feels your body twitch and you gasp lightly.

the soft pads of his fingers continue to graze against your soft pussy lips, jay practically groans at how wet you are, already soaking through, creating a wet patch of your arousal.

he can feel your slick leaking onto his fingers, gently rubbing circles which made you gasp even more intensely.

"you're so wet baby…" he mutters in between kisses and the only thing he could think about was sinking his fingers inside of you, imaging the way your walls instinctively clench at the lightest graze like you were trying to remember his touch and only his. "you're practically dripping…..all this from kissing?" his soft lips detach from yours, the soft flesh peeling off yours like a soft retreat, his breath grazing your swollen lips. a dark gleam of lust shines over his eyes like the shy facade you saw from before was never there.

"or…. is the thought of kissing your boyfriend's roommate turning you on." you feel your heart palpitate faster, and the words only make your knees buckle, giving him an answer you could never admit. he chuckles at the reaction of your body and the subtle hitch of your breath was giving him all that he needed to know. the bold act you painted on your face was replaced with shyness like you and him switched moods — returning the desire of your own arousal that you wanted to break. the room is quieter, the air has thicken, and the sounds of your soft, ragged breathing was the aftermath of the desires that were still meant to be explored. his lustful gaze turned into something softer, looking at you like you were the most precious thing he's ever held. but the moment he blinks, it becomes something more darker, more raw of emotions that he couldn't contain, looking at you that makes your throat run dry and the words you want to voice out suddenly couldn't escape your lips.

"oh? acting all shy on me? what happened to wanting to find out the truth…..cat got your tongue?" you noticed how he was able to hold his gaze, his features softening with patience as the weight of his stare never made you uncomfortable but conflicted and apprehensive of your choice of words.

"n-no.." you softy gasp as the friction pooling on your lower body was making you feel dizzy.

"c'mon baby….talk to me." you feel your strength slipping away from your grasp, the pulse in between your legs was growing intense and unbearable.

jay watches as your composure was dozing off, your hands were clutching onto his shirt, using it as a support mechanism as you were fighting back against the intoxicating pleasure.

"tell me what you want. use your words." the hand that was gripped around your waist, slowly grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, exposing your soft, delicious neck.

his lips graze along your jaw-line, leaving feather-light kisses as he begins to anchor lower, kissing every surface of your neck. his warm breath was kissing your skin, adding more onto your pleasure that made it hard to brush off. your panties were practically carrying a pool of your slick as his fingers kept up the slow agonizing pace. your pussy was desperately aching to be pleasured, heat binding with your dripping arousal and your sweat coated skin. his lips were marking your skin with kisses that were bringing you closer to a state of bliss, lips warm and dangerously smooth.

"i-i want you…mmph.." a soft, stuttering gasp escapes your mouth, jay could feel the vibrations on his lips which only made him writhe with a crave for more.

"you're gonna have to be more specific babydoll.." he mutters against your skin, dripping with hunger.

"need you so bad jay….need you inside of me." your voice, soft and cursed. your nerves thrumming for desperation, your body only responding to his subtle touches. the friction was building up as he rubbed soft circles against your core, building a sweltering yet dizzying heat. you looked at him and all you could see was a man who was holding back for so long, not because of avoidance but because of build up tension.

never in a long time he would ever think his roommate's girlfriend would confront him in his own room. urgently trying to break this facade that you know is fake and a way to understand what he's really feeling. but you don't realize how bad he's been holding his urges like he knew that the smallest crack could potentially ruin his chances of a friendship he has built with you and he never wants to lose that.

so the only way he found to suppress any tension was by avoiding it all, not realizing how much worse that the choice was worse than confrontation.

jay felt surreal in the moment, like the impossible became the possible. the way you squirmed under his touch was a moment he waited for a long time, to feel even closer to you, instead of those slight grazes against your arm or accidentally bumping each other and his hands would find themselves on your waist to scoot past you like his subtle touches wouldn't send a rising heat on your skin.

in reality, he didn't really know exactly what you felt. the truth was never written in your face or it never pointed the obvious. but you grew quite fond of him, the way his voice was so gentle, his touch was so delicate like holding you was the most fragile thing, and it was. though, he wouldn't never touch something so fragile, worried that he would break or crack your shell.

but his touches were expressing the exact opposite, if you cracked, he would pick up the pieces that were neglected and glue them back together. but you were starting to falter like your control was wilting and submitting to every flick, graze that his skin against yours was igniting fire.

"say it again baby. i wanna hear you say it." his hot breath ghosts over your lips, stained from his excitement, his low voice spiked shivers down your spine.

"i want you inside of me please….I need you inside me so fucking bad." you whine and clutch against his shirt, biting your lip to hide your own noises. jay notices immediately and only smirked at the remark. the voice of your desperate aching voice was music to his ears and asking to be filled, satisfied — ruined.

his other hands find themselves on your neck again, bringing you closer as his soft plump lips connects with yours yet again, smirking as you could feel mutter a soft curse like he was trying to hold himself back.

"fuck…. i can't take it anymore, i need you right now." he picks you up and you let out a yelp as your lips were still connected, you wrap your legs around his waist as your arms were locked around his neck while your tongues were battling with desire.

he walks towards his bed, walking ever so gently as he stopped at the edge, carefully laying you down against the cold, perfect laid out sheets that was now wrinkled by the radiance of your warmth. your legs and his arms loosen around him, feeling his lips detach as they kiss through your fabricated figure, feeling the tenderness of his kisses burning through your barrier. you softly gasp as he aimed lower and lower, settling on the spot that he waited ages to be against.

you feel his nails brushing over your skin, your thighs slightly sensitive to the lightest touches that you shiver in response. it was subtle but tortuous, his warmth against yours only added to the overwhelming heat, your soft pussy lips begging to be touched, dripping along your fully soaked underwear which left a huge wet patch, almost like it was overflowing in your arousal.

his hands soon disappeared from under your nightgown dress, his knuckles pulsing through the fabric, hooking his fingers on the thin strips of the waistband of your underwear. you feel it lightly peel off your skin, exposing your core to the cold draft, making you softly gasp. you can feel a string of fluid stretching from your soaked core to your panties, softly separating. you feel the fabric gliding from your shins, to your ankles, to your feet before the feeling soon disappeared.

"open your mouth for me." and you followed the way he stuffs your soaked panties on your mouth. "don't want him hearing how much of a begging mess you'll be when I ruin you." he lowly growls and his tone was dangerous, almost foreshadowing of what's yet to come.

you watch how he almost salivates at the sight of your body like a plate of his favourite dessert was served. you swear his eyes dilated as he slowly lifted the bottom of your dress up your body, the fabric settling on your stomach as he licked his bottom lip, watching the way his adam's apple bobbed from how intensely he swallowed, you could feel his hunger from beneath you and how his muscles were so tensed just by being close to you. you don't know what's going through his mind but just as you met his eyes, the only thing you could see was pure desire.

he tugs you a bit to bring you closer to his face, you could feel his hot breath against your core and the patterns were soft but exaggerated like he was trying to calm himself down from doing something he cannot reverse. he was chasing onto something he couldn't wait to have, and your soft moans were enticing him further and further.

the last thing you see was his tongue darting out before you whipped your head back onto the mattress, feeling the warm, wet sensation licking a stripe of your slick, a good portion of your taste splurged on his tongue and he groans as your sweet taste.

he buries himself deeper into your exposed core, fully making out just as he did with you. you gasp at how his tongue was reaching in places that made you arch so intensely, you were almost choking on your moans.

the tip of his tongue was tickling your hole, feeling every flick as it lightly grazes the hollow entrance. his hands were glued onto your plump thighs, holding onto them like if he loosen his grip, you would disappear. he wanted to mark you, claim you as his own, imprint his hands in places that he wants you to remember.

he wanted the feeling of his touches to linger on your skin whenever you thought about him, whenever you would say his name, he wanted his name to be a constant reminder of how time turned the tension, biting at every second every-time your mind drifted to him, he was obsessed with you — more than he could ever express.

your legs feel a ping of pressure as his nails were pushing deeper, feeling your muscles protecting your exterior. your hands were clutching onto the sheets, the fabric was loosening from the tight restraint of the mattress. you didn't notice how loud you were getting, not when he was making you feel so good, almost like you were in a dream.

"shhh not too loud. don't wanna wake him up now." he stops, his warm breath brushing against you, your body twitches as you already missed the feeling of his lips pleasuring you, whining in response. "quiet down baby..you'll get what you want.." he softly pampers you, his silken tone making you crave even more.

he presses gentle kisses along your swollen folds, sending vibrations as you felt every groan, every lick. his tongue was working expertly, making you lose your mind every second, not realizing that your thighs were trapping his head in. he paid no attention to the fact that you were suffocating him, he groans, loving the way you've trapped him like you never wanted to let go.

and you whimper as the pleasure became unbearable to control. your toes curl as you can feel him inserting his tongue inside you, making you gasp, almost to the point you were choking on your own breath.

"mmm fuck!" moans muffled from your panties softening your voice. from the sounds you're making, it seemed like you were holding back. you wanted to scream — yell. you didn't care if your voice got hoarse, your body's control was getting consumed by jay's, piping every inch of you.

every plunge of his tongue made you tighten around him like a vacuum, wanting the sensation to linger, wanting to taste more of his touch. "you taste so good.." he mutters, alternating between sucking and fucking your aching hole like he was waiting for the trigger. he was so envious of his roommate, a sense of jealousy coiling in his stomach as your moans were fluttering in his ears; how could you taste so addicting.

a question that he couldn't decipher in his mind. he wondered a moment where he met you first, maybe his first time with you would be traditional, just like any other person who wanted to get to know someone for the first time. though, he couldn't complain because for the first time ever, you reciprocated his feelings or could it be called feelings?

it didn't matter to him, he could be your little secret or anything you want him to be. although, he wanted to build an connection, maybe getting to know you outside of short talk, subtle interactions — anything to get to close with you.

"mmmmf…i can't—" a soft whimper escapes, your body shivers out of sensitivity, his movements were deliberate, slow, in a way that he has been practicing for this exact moment, almost like he was following a playbook.

"sorry baby…you just taste so good, i can't help myself." your soft thighs were still squishing his head, they were so warm, so silky — he can literally fall asleep in between your legs. the way they tug against his head with every shift of his tongue, he could feel the intensity of pleasure rocking against your body, flinching like his touch was sparking flames through your skin. you gasp — deep and sharp, your mouth agape as the motions hit deeper in your core, not too intense but enough to earn another sharp gasp.

your panties were practically useless at this point, it couldn't shield the moans that were coming out but instead it was acting like decoration, with no sense of purpose. your hands fling their way onto his hair, grabbing a fistful of his silken strands, bundling in between your fingers.

you tug as a jolt of pleasure throws onto your body, causing him to hiss. his hair was messier, a few strands sticking up, purely a mess of your bliss. the pain was bearable but not enough to distract him, his soft patterns of hisses and breaths sent vibrations through you and his eyes look up at you with a dark, possessive feel to them.

his orbs were staring you with hunger but with admiration. in a way that makes him want more even though he knew he had to be careful. he couldn't let any evidence of him on you, not even the faintest mark or the slightest tint of flush on your skin. as much as he wanted to mark you as his own, he couldn't let himself reveal his truth on your body.

it was too risky.

though it was his second time where he was placed in between your legs. the moment seemed more livid, more intense. his heart flutters in his chest, he couldn't begin to fathom the feeling that was stirring up inside of him — was it adrenaline, anxiety or was it the anticipation?

he can feel his body heating up and the bulge in his pants growing tighter and tighter, with every breath he makes, it felt like his clothes were getting tighter like they were suffocating his arousal, trying to keep him grounded. it was getting too much, to the point where he could feel his urges slipping from his grasp like they were leading him to take what he truly wants, to listen to his own desire, to claim the thing he treasured most — even if he shielded himself.

the more he tastes you, the higher his arousal started to churn in the pit of his stomach, he knew he couldn't contain himself any longer, no matter how many times he tried to push it aside.

you tugged a bit harder on his hair when you finally feel a deep push of his tongue entering your aching hole. you gasp, sharp and deep — every breath choked by your pleasure and the pressure of arousal grasped your body like he wanted you to savour this feeling, to forget the sensation you felt before, wipe the lust that stuck onto you like glue.

"f-fuck…..mmmmph." you closed your eyes, trying to hold your breath and relax your body but your hands kept a tight iron grip on the sheets, muscles tightening under your skin. you feel the way his tongue moves inside you, slithering around your hollow core, feeling every pulse of your walls tightening around him. he was buried deep into your scent, he could taste how desperate you became, how your body was submitting to every touch like it was made to command every demand, every push and pull he makes like he found your trigger.

"i love the way your body squirms for me…i can feel you're getting close babydoll~" he smirks, feeling amused by your subtle flinches. you could only whine in response with your body giving all the answers he needed to hear.

he needed you to crumble, to break, to fill this sense of pride he was hiding. he wanted to prove he was better, way fucking better than what you already had, give you ten times the pleasure.

he wanted your eyes rolled back, voice hoarse to the point where your vocal cords completely lose all their power, your thighs shaking uncontrollably and your delicious moans that he wanted to salvage in.

he wanted his name to be chanted out like a prayer, listen to you begging him to slow down, weakly reaching out to ease off his rough control, touching his skin that would make him easily melt into your grasp. he wanted to feel it all — your desperation. your command to be pleased.

you could feel his tongue springing up and down slowly making your back arch, almost forming a "u" shaped curve. both of your hands were tugged on his hair, grabbing two fistfuls of his silken strands tangled in between your delicate fingers. your noises were getting louder and louder, almost to the point where the walls couldn't shield you.

you slowly began becoming careless, forgetting that you had to be quiet, only to be reminded by jay. "shhh quiet down princess." you whimper but you were irritated. you began to feel annoyed because you knew that jay was purposefully trying to make you yell, just to spite the tension. the room thickens with hunger as you begin to feel your climax, your thighs instinctively trapped his head as you feel his nose bumping against your clit as he sucks your swollen folds, alternating between kisses and flicking motions that tickled your gummy walls.

jay swore that he was going to cum in his pants just by hearing you squeal as he ravaged your overstimulated pussy. "j-jay p-please…" your words were muffled but he immediately understood that you were reaching your limit.

he continued to bury deep into your scent like he had a mission to complete. your core tightens, your stomach coils as you begin to shake. your grip on his hair became painful but he found it to be a pleasurable type of pain. much to your horror, his motions never slowed down, it only became faster and faster, flinching hard as he tickled your sensitive spots.

"mmph!" you spill all over his tongue, painting his mouth white. you feel your slick spill down your folds, streaming endlessly. you could feel him swallow every drop, licking every crevice.

your body begins to relax, the tension beginning to calm down. the muscles started to loosen up, your grip unwinding on his hair. your chest heaves up and down while your heartbeat was still rapidly pulsing, almost vibrating out of your skin.

you opened your legs a bit wider, releasing jay's head from your grasp. you feel a cold chill down your spine as the cool wind brushes against the warmth of his presence. a string of your juice disconnects from his lips, you looked down to see his mouth glisten as some of it also dripped down his chin.

judging by his face, he looked dazed like he couldn't form a single thought. he couldn't comprehend a single word to describe the moment, he was so infatuated like a kid who discovered the heavenly taste of ice cream. you saw how his hair was slightly messy but a bit more calmed down.

his eyes immediately locked onto yours and they were dark. heavy with possessiveness and you didn't know if you should feel scared or excited. he plants light kisses on the inside of your thighs, dangerously gentle as the warm wet feeling began to rise higher and higher. he bites the soft flesh, making you whimper. the indent leaving its mark, branding you.

he stands up, towering over your overstimulated body. in a flick of a switch, you found yourself flipped onto your stomach, causing you let out a small yelp. you felt his hands grip your waist, pulling your lower body towards him, positioning on all fours, aligning your ass with his crotch. you were faced towards a mirror, the sight was erotic — too sinful.

you were bent over by your boyfriend's roommate. and you didn't feel sort of remorse or any guilt. you were just as sick as jay. a fantasy that you could never turn back from.

your mouth was still stuffed with your panties, soaked in your saliva. through the mirror, you see him extending one of his arms and through your peripherals, his hand was flat like he was asking. "open your mouth." you obey, watching the soaked fabric fall onto his hand. he discards it on the floor, letting it rot. he watches you through the mirror, lowering his sweatpants just enough to reveal the aching tent hidden under his boxers. a graze of his hard on made you shiver, your pussy clenching around nothing out of pure excitement. you lowers his boxers, his dick slapping against his abdomen. it leaks with pre-cum, desperately aching to be relieved. he holds the base, tapping against your wet core. it glides in between your folds, the friction making your thighs wobble. "you're so wet….all this for me?" he chuckles as he coats himself with your juices.

"just put it inside of me." you answer with an annoyed tone.

SMACK!

a huge slap reverberates around the room, your ass flushed with a pink mark. you yelp in response, his playful smirk replaced with a terrifying expression. "say it nicely." a low growl, eyes snapped with desire.

the shy act he portrayed was no longer there, almost like someone possessed his body. or maybe you never knew this side of him. his gazes were gentle, his control was soft and reverent, almost too harmful. his heart never screamed rough or aggressive, he always came off as delicate, composed and sweet. his tone was always reassuring and soothing like a lullaby.

your boyfriend always described him as a placid soul. he was a quiet, reserved and kind of hard to figure it out. he preferred the quiet compared to distractions, solving things by himself rather than asking for help. he chose isolation but when it came to you, he wanted to break that.

he knew how to talk but his brain short circuits whenever he tries to. full rehearse sentences became stutters he couldn't control, his voice became softer and quieter like a whisper because he was scared of saying something that he know he'll regret. he wanted to start a connection but something was always holding him back, your boyfriend.

you wanted to figure him out, to learn — to taste.

"please put it inside of me…" you slowly backed your ass against his crotch, wiggling your hips just a bit. you feel his fingers tighten around your waist, feeling a seethe of frustration. he drags his tip along your folds, roaming closer to your entrance. your cum soaked entrance was painting his tip milky white, he pushes slowly, earning a soft whimper from your lips.

through the mirror, you watch how he bit on his lower lip and the way his eyebrows furrowed the more he inserted himself. you can feel every pressure of his hands as they grip tighter around your waist like the feeling was too much to bear. you moan softly, your legs shaking as he push his cock deeper.

your walls clenching hard around him like an iron grip, he groans at the warm sensation, throwing his head back. the feeling felt so euphoric, almost like he believed this was all a dream. he didn't know if this was reality or a dream he's been yearning for. his heart stutters in his chest, the room felt too hot, too suffocating, the more the pleasure became intense, the heat engulfs on his skin. what makes it worse is when the little noises you make whenever his hips make slight adjustments — his hunger becomes something he became scared about.

he was so touch deprived, he craved for your touch that seemed impossible to desire. the distance he felt with you was so close but yet so far. he didn't believe in that 1%, it seemed too unrealistic.

but maybe that 1% seemed achievable after all.

"shit you're so tight….tighter than i imagined." he seethes, groaning against you as he reached the end. his entire length was inside of you, your walls were so warm, toasty — comforting. he wanted to move so bad but he was worried if you weren't ready yet. "mmph…y-you're so big.." you whimpered, your face flushed and body trembling. your voice came out like a soft pamper, and jay swore he almost came just at the sound. "are you okay? if it's too much, i can just-" his voice immediately turned into panic.

"n-no no…i'm okay. i want this."

"are you sure?"

"yes." you whisper."

"if it gets too much, just tell me to stop and i will." the softness of his tone made you feel relieved, like the words just settled in places that felt tight on your skin, like the moment was something he wanted you to treasure and remember him by. your breath hitches when you started to feel movement, the slow glide of his hips as he pulls your body towards him in rhythmic patterns. each thrust was smooth and gentle, the type that makes you relish in the feeling more than ripping you out.

the slow intense pace was more intoxicating than the rough, rapid feeling you were used to. it felt more real and raw. it didn't feel like two people fucking to feel the pleasure but instead it felt like the pleasure was more than just feeling good. it was steady, careful and a connection that seemed to spark that just made your thighs and your body feel so tight. you arched your back, letting your chest lay against the mattress and your head faced down.

"o-oh fuck jay…" the sounds of skin against skin became more lewd as the room fell into silence. he watches how your body reacts to every move he made, your slick coated every inch of him as your walls made him more dizzy and interrupt his thoughts. jay groans as he leans lower, kissing your shoulders, leaving sweet inducing pecks all over you that make you shiver.

you feel his hot breath graze against his shoulders, murmuring sweet pampers that makes your stomach flutter. "you're so beautiful, so pretty, so addictive." you rose your head up, seeing the lewd scene of jay pounding into you sweetly, it almost felt invasive.

"you're so pretty for me baby…" you made eye contact through the mirror and his gaze looked so dangerous like sin was staring straight at you. you wanted to hide your flushed face but you hear his voice curling into your ears. "don't hide from me sweet girl….watch how i fuck you." he chuckles, analyzing the way your body shivers with every push and pull he makes. he stares at the sight, watching the way you unfold under his touch, speaking words that only made him want to hear more. he gives a few more sweet kisses along the back of your shoulders, each kiss creating a heat to surge through you as he continued to pump you full.

he lifts himself, kepping up the pace as he tried stabilizing your body to punch deeper into your core. you shriek, slamming a hand on your mouth to quiet your noises but it couldn't cover the mess he was bringing out of you. you felt hot, dizzy and overstimulated, his hands firmly on your waist, dick pulling in and out of you in steady motions. your breaths broken, matching with every beat that his hips make and you could barely keep your eyes open. your hands roamed around trying to find a nearest object to keep you quiet but you could barely register your control, it was slipping away from your grasp as the pleasure build deeper and deeper in your core. you bit your finger, hoping it was enough to quiet down.

jay snakes a hand gliding towards your neck, grabbing your hair like it was a leash, causing you to pull back a bit, forcing your eyes to look at the state he was putting you in. and you feel a twinge that made your body flinch, he was hitting your cervix and you gasp — sharp and broken. your lips part, a delicious high pitch moan that made jay want to swallow your noises, be the only noise he wanted to hear so he penetrates that exact same spot, making you yell even louder.

"j-jay….fuck….you feel so good.." you cry out, whining as you feel your body losing its last bit of strength. you could barely register a thought, the pleasure beginning to burn and reach for your limit.

"tell me do i fuck you better than him." he pants, in between thrusts, trying to chase the answer from you. your lips part but no words escape, just soft moans.

he kisses his teeth, slightly annoyed. he tugs your hair a bit. "don't make me repeat myself." his voice, stern and cold, making you yelp at the pain. "y-yes so much better — fuck!" he releases his grip from your hair and starts pounding into you faster and more harsher than before. the lewd noises of the mixture of your juices, they become louder with every shift of his thrusts. its hard and agonizingly addicting, it was hitting spots you didn't know that would make you trigger. it was tight, deliberate and precise.

his hands on your hips had a mean grip, dragging you into him harder, every angle only making the room feel hotter and your bodies drive themselves into their climaxes. he groans — broken and desperate. you can feel his pace growing sloppier but he was able to still control the rhythm. he was addicted to the way you were squeezing him so tight, the way your body crumbles beneath him like he was watching his motions were truly breaking through you.

the thought of claiming you was so wrong, so filthy. maybe he wasn't a good person than he was painted out to be, maybe he was never good, this whole time he was probably a liar, a hypocrite — or a narcissist.

"you're mine, you hear me. mine." the possessiveness grips onto him, hungry and desperate. his control grew tight with tension. his hips struck hard with brutal thrusts, he grunts, stuttering with your walls growing tighter. you were squeezing every last drop within him, he could sense that your limit was approaching.

you feel him twitching inside. sliding his cock in and out, creating friction that makes you weaker the more he creates tension. "you're taking me so good….mmp — fuck." his moans become louder, more broken as yours became more desperate for a release. "j-jay i'm getting c-close." you turned your head, watching how he was pumping you full and his eyes flutter as the pleasure became deep and sensitive.

"cum on my cock princess. cum for me." he commands, and the last minute he picked up the pace. the slaps of skin reverberated around the room, echoing with every thrust. your walls were clenching around him tight, your slick making it the pleasure grow sensitive as it spilled out of you, streaming down your thighs. "jay i'm gonna—" and then you spill all around him as he gives you the last remaining thrusts before you were painted with a hot milky substance filling you up to the brim. you rolled your hips a bit, pushing against him to store his fluids deeper. both of your voices die out and the vibration of your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear. your skin was hot and sweaty, face flushed, eyes fluttering.

"you okay?" he pushes your hair away from your neck, instantly feeling a nice breeze down your skin. "y-yeah just need to catch my breath." you were still held in the same position until you hear the door knob creak and the hard wooden panel door slowly unravel.

oh shit.

"hey bro have u seen—what the fuck."

you and jay freeze on the spot, looking with horror.

"h-hey man……you need something?" jay awkwardly chuckles.

oh he is so screwed.

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ROSES — y.jw

you keep dreaming of the same man, someone you swore you have never actually met. he appears in your dreams regularly, always covered in blood. when you're tasked to sketch the face of a serial killer who has been wrecking havoc in your town, you realise exactly why he looks so familiar.

GENRE — smut, dark content, serial killer au, supernatural au

WARNINGS — mostly dubcon but some noncon too, stalking, murder, lots of supernatural elements, character deaths, reader is kinda fucked in the head, internal crisis, hickeys, making out, fingering, slight spanking, backshots, riding, creampie, lmk if more!

WORD COUNT — 14.2k

NOTE — if you notice the writing style change in the middle, no you didn't.

heeszn

OMFG

Like seriously what was thatttt...! Nah because this fic actually had me questioning my own sanity. The mystery, the supernatural vibes, the tension... you absolutely cooked. I'm so invested it's actually concerning. I'm convinced you enjoy cooking masterpieces because WHAT WAS THAT?? Every clue makes sense only after the reveal, and the creepy atmosphere is so addictive. This is hands down one of the best fics I've read in a while. You ate so hard with this.

hoonkitti

ki? ─ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

𓊆西村力 x fem reader𓊇 💌 cheating kinda, dubcon, cowgirl, creampie, twin swap, use of ni-ki and riki

𓆩♡𓆪 hehe. based on this ask 🎄 ! thank u anony and i'm sorry for taking so long t^t i was occupied with sunghoon bday's posts ^^ i hope you enjoy it nonetheless ‪‪❤︎‬

you were half asleep when the mattress dipped behind you. the room was dark, except for the faint city glow slipping through the blinds and the light from the closed bathroom door.

ni-ki was out with his friends—but a familiar pair of arms slid around your waist, warm lips brushing the back of your neck.

you assumed he’s home.

“missed you, baby,” your boyfriend murmured, voice low and a little husky—like he always sounded after a night out drinking… you smiled sleepily into the pillow, still drowsy. what time is it now?

tearbs2

everytime I see a hoonkitti based fic I feel like that one speed gif where he's bouncing on the air because it's that serious

bxbybluelove-x

jake x reader who just can't hold off her orgasms

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contains: edging, degradation, sub!reader, finger sucking, name calling (slut), fingering, reader has two orgasms, he gets sweeter at the end (mdni)

guys this is so short so i might write a part two

sweethoons

hypnotic data - lee heeseung

: yandere!이희승 x 𝒇!reader . KINKTOBER.

[ the stalker from the photography building loves you so much! you do too , but he didnt have to go so far to stalk you , he wanted to make you his own muse !! ]

WRITING 𓈒 PWP , MINOR DNI , sub hee , p in v , no protection (dont b silly wrap ur willy!!) , cumming inside, cumming in pants, hair pulling, degradtion kink (if u squint!), petnames: love , baby+ , dacryphilia, worshipping, stalking, killing (not explicit), item stealing, kidnapping, stockholme syndrome, religious themes mentioned (lmk if more!) 𓏵 wc: 9.2k

sweethoons

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT . take caution as you read this, it may not be comfortable for viewers, please read tags closely!!

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all warnings will be added in the FUTURE. meaning there isnt any at this current moment, keep that in mind!

enlov3vampxo

Enhypen fic rec p1

͏ ͏ S smut -- ❗ sensitive topics--♡ my favorites 🍷 angst --🩸vampire au--🗂️two or more chapter

lassiie

TRAPPED - HACKER!STEPBRO HEESEUNG

BEST TO READ IN DARK MODE FOR EFFECTS CONTENT ↠ fiction with smut, nsfw! mdni!, angsty toxic Heeseung, obsessive, psychosexual dark vibes step bro Heeseung, stalker heeseung, if I can't have you no one can typpa heeseung, deep voyeurism kink, needy/pervy/manipulative reader, strong depiction of fantasies, sexual tension, consensual edging, p in the v, overstimulation, light choking, public act, bad behavior's reader. WC↠ 10k (proof read !!)

Was literally obsessed with those two songs when writing this : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/4OFZVvqlg84Czl7td7XddK?si=rakigTTnSJyY8CnPyp8A7w

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Heeseung barely glanced up the first time you met.

Not when your mom introduced you, her laugh sharp and grating over the clink of designer glassware. Not when she called you her little angel, like she hadn’t spent the last decade ignoring your existence—like a piece of cloth begging to be brought back just because it’s trendy now. And definitely not when you smiled at him like you actually meant it.

He just slouched further into his hoodie. Hood up, sleeves covering half his hands like armor. Said something that might’ve been “hey,” but it sounded more like: I don’t give a shit.

You smiled anyway. Quiet, composed. Like you didn’t notice he hadn’t met your eyes yet, hadn’t even registered the color of his irises. He had a good face, for sure. And a nice name. Heeseung. Hee—seung.

Let’s try not to forget it…

He’s Heeseung. The one who doesn't match the luxury flooring or manicured smiles. Heeseung, who looked more interested in his phone screen than the pricey piece of steak he’d just been served.

You...

You were different. And Heeseung noticed.

Because other girls—especially the daughters of his father’s revolving door of Stepford wives—always played the same game: almost flirty, too fake, self-obsessed, and excited to be part of the family.

You… you were calmer. Almost shy. Ashamed to even call your mom “Mom.” You were also interested in his presence—lightly tapping his foot with yours, giving him those apologetic doe eyes, like: Sorry that my shameless mom got a grip on your already-married dad just to milk him dry…

But it’s not like he divorced his mom for yours. And it’s not like you were the first one. Generally, the other step-siblings never asked about him. Never cared to know what lay beneath the hoodie-tortured-kid style he wore like armor.

You?

You looked at him like he was a person. Like you saw something he didn’t even believe was still there.

And with months—and then a year—maybe… you liked what you saw.

You asked questions. Not the fake kind. Real ones.

“You coded that game on your own?”

“You really won a national contest?”

“That glitch mechanic you added… did you write it from scratch?”

He wasn’t used to that kind of attention. Not anymore.

You leaned over his laptop one afternoon, wide-eyed, genuinely impressed. Your breath was warm on his shoulder, the scent of vanilla and soft detergent clinging to your hoodie—one he was almost sure used to be his.

“You’re kind of a genius,” you’d said, and smiled that smile. Soft. Easy. Like you weren’t afraid of him.

Because why would you be? You were always so nice and caring to him. You’d bring him a plate of food when his dad never cared to check even once. Leave Post-its with sweet pep talks before exams—ones that made him smile for the first time in a decade. Sit silently beside him after he got scolded for placing second on the honor board. Your hand, always soft and peach-scented, would stroke his hair like he wasn’t eight months older. And your eyes—so sweet when they met his.

You weren’t supposed to make him feel things.

And he wasn’t supposed to want someone like you.

But there you were. Not just prim—but infuriatingly so. You weaponized it. You made being stuck-up look like a goddamn virtue. All perfect posture and polite smiles. Still, something was off. Like how you made him open up to you, but never really talked about yourself—your life, your past. Always mysterious, always evasive when he got curious, always turning the tables on him.

You… you made him feel watched. Seen. Known.

And he didn’t like not knowing you back. Because he needed to know everything. It was pathological. Every variable that could disturb his life. Every secret.

And you... Oh you, you were the unknown variable. The only one he couldn’t figure out.

And the worst part?

Heeseung couldn’t match you. He wasn’t good with people. Never had been. Getting you to open up? Never happening. He even got tense in crowds. Even if girls liked him, he couldn't maintain relationships beyond hookups. He could throw a punch, sure—but he'd rather let the other guy walk off with a smirk, too bored to bother.

But he was good at something: systems. Code. Surveillance.

So he broke the rules he’d promised himself he wouldn’t... At least with you.

He hacked your devices.

He shouldn’t have connected to them. Shouldn’t have hijacked your phone. Shouldn’t have hacked your webcam feed like it was just another game level to conquer.

It started innocent—ish. Really. Just some harmless digital snooping. New mother, new stepsister, weird vibes, potential threat to his peace and privacy—totally justifiable.

But your passwords were laughable. The kind of thing a middle schooler could crack.

Seriously. “Bookworm123”?

Please.

After all he was Mr. Cybersecurity Prodigy. Award-winning code monkey. VPN for his VPN, two-factor-auth god.

And he peeked. Just a little…

Your instagram private account, that your mom swore you didn’t have because “socials medias was too destructive for her future doctor of a child.”

Your spotify. Pinterest boards. You’re files.

like essays about behavioral neuroscience and a note named “journaling” : Plans. Rage. Angry rebellion written between textbook reviews. Your escape plan : college far away, control of your own life, zero influence from Barbie and her string of Stepdads. How you craved more. Your identity crisis, GPA fetishist, and how competitive you were to the point of mania. Basically, a mirror of Heeseung in the shape of someone who tried to play the hero of his narrative.

Then, it got worse.

Because curiosity became fixation. He was too deep for it not to be.

On sleepless nights, Heeseung discovered things he absolutely shouldn't.

That his straight A’s and volunteering hours stepsister — was actually sneaking off to frat party with her friends, just feel alive, get waisted and let some sophomore finger her.

The music you fall asleep to, your “fuck” playlist too — the one you wouldn’t admit to owning even under threat of death.

That habit of yours to flirt with strangers like you had a death wish or just want to be ruined so badly being jailed would be for your own good.

That you send cropped pics, no face — just enough tits and thighs, to creeps then ghost them when they beg to meet, just to feel seen.

And he knew the kind of porn you watched on school nights, after wishing him sweet dreams. Earphones on, lips between your t-shirt collar like you’re scared someone might hear you in that big mansion. And what killed him is how fucking rough it is. Spit. Hair-pulling. Throat-fucking. Girls like you weren’t supposed to want that. Girls like you were supposed to blush and look away, like when he got too close. You’re supposed to be horrified at things like that — not get off to it at 1:38 a.m.

noirellee

﹙ 🗞 ﹚ㅤㅤFILES ─────𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾

✤ 　 ﹕ 　 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ❛ 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 ❜

ISABELLA'S CREATION

✚ 𝗢𝗧7

accidental storm ❤︎ when they get mad at you

kiss me more ❤︎ their favourite parts to kiss

just the two of us ❤︎ older boyfriend enhypen

kiss collection ❤︎ how they kiss you

baby fever ❤︎ he wants a family with you

security on duty ❤︎ your little ones being your bodyguard

✚ 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗨𝗔𝗟

✴ LEE HEESEUNG

older!bf!heeseung ❤︎ hee as your older boyfriend

yandere!heeseung ❤︎ hee as your obsessed lover

rival hearts ❤︎ mafia boss hee falls in love you

boardroom to bedroom ❤︎ ceo husband heeseung

photograph ❤︎ stories you would post as his gf

finish line ❤︎ f1 drivers heejay head over heels for you

devotion ❤︎ your toxic boyfriend heeseung

✴ PARK JONGSEONG

finish line ❤︎ f1 drivers heejay head over heels for you

untethered ❤︎ taking care of your drunk boyfriend

bad habits ❤︎ jay loves you more than anything

✴ SIM JAEYUN

nerdy crush ❤︎ nerd jake has a crush on you

high score heat ❤︎ you gotta communicate, okay?

instagram stories ❤︎ stories you would post as his gf

criminal intent ❤︎ where the good cop falls for u

attitude adjustment ❤︎ he fixes your attitude

dreamlike ❤︎ clingy boyfie jake headcanons

✴ PARK SUNGHOON

corporate desire ❤︎ ceo sunghoon & secretary reader

gym rat ❤︎ your gym obsessed boyfriend

powder pink ❤︎ shopping with your boyfriend

veinmark ❤︎ sharing your blood with your vamp boyf

✴ KIM SUNOO

do you still think that? ❤︎ when you tease him too much

birthday blues ❤︎ sometimes the universe just hates kim sunoo

✴ YANG JUNGWON

did we ....? ❤︎ waking up in your bsf bed after getting drunk

shoulderline ❤︎ you're obsessed with his shoulders

✴ NISHIMURA RIKI

only you, my girl, only you, babe ❤︎ stoner riki falls for u

velvet ❤︎ he's the playboy yet u fell for him

ten out of ten ❤︎ rating your boyfriend hugs

✚ 𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗨

situationship! enha x fem!reader ❤︎ texts with your situationship

worst rizz ever ❤︎ they try cheap rizz to bag you

love in denial ❤︎ your ex trying everything to get you back

it's a date ❤︎ sunghoon's best friend is a menace

broken bet ❤︎ where jake makes a bet to make you fall in love with him in a month (series)

bankrupt ❤︎ when you ask them for money

confession ❤︎ sunghoon posting nerdy tweets for u

melting monochrome ❤︎ where you kiss you cold!senior while being drunk, and now you have to face the consequences (series)

bought and bid ❤︎ where u auction your bf on Twitter after having a fight with them

the retrospective ❤︎ sunghoon broke up with you three weeks ago, and now he's being a jerk, but the reason behind his behaviour... (series)

dial tragedy ❤︎ all crushes stay harmless until u text the wrong person

no.1 man hater ❤︎ every men is the problem, unless it’s jungwon

sweethoons

hypnotic data - lee heeseung

: yandere!이희승 x 𝒇!reader . KINKTOBER.

[ the stalker from the photography building loves you so much! you do too , but he didnt have to go so far to stalk you , he wanted to make you his own muse !! ]

heedimples

scary movie | lhs

ʚɞ summary - after months of unsettling phone calls from an unknown stalker, you turn to the police for help. the chief of police, lee heeseung, is kind, patient, and exactly what you need to feel safe again. one thing leads to another, and soon he’s not just your protector, he’s your boyfriend—the man you trust, the man you love, the man you think will keep you safe. but what you don’t know is—just because calls stopped, it doesn’t mean that he hasn’t been watching you, controlling you, and shaping every step of the relationship from the start. and by the time you realize the monster and the man you love are the same person, you’re already exactly where he wants you. ʚɞ tags - 18+ MDNI, f!reader, ghostface!heeseung, yandere!heeseung, chief of police!heeseung, dubcon, fear kink, fear play, f! masturbation, guided masturbation, dom!heeseung, sub!reader, pet names ʚɞ w.c - 6.3k

luvyeni

YOU TRY TO ESCAPE 𖹭 엔하이픈 ( reaction ) !

genre yandere 𖹭 warning mentions of murder and tying up , jake is crazy , sunghoon needs help and heeseung and jay are maniacs — parings enhypen hyungline x fem reader | back to library .

request. hii girlie could you do yandere enhypen when you try to escape it can be hyung line or ot7!

— enhypens reaction when you try and escape.

「 authors note 𖹭 」 i hope you like it.

atriza

Unbreakable Strings

Yandere Heeseung x Reader

Summary: What starts as admiration from Enhypen’s Heeseung quickly spirals into dangerous obsession. Escape feels impossible when the strings of fate tighten around them.

Word Count: ~1,050

Trigger Warnings:

Obsessive behavior

Emotional manipulation

Implied stalking

Fear and tension

Unhealthy relationships

soireegurl

i have this idea for a fic but i cant write, lol so im dropping it in your ask box cause youre like the best yandere writer i know on here so here it is:

you running away from yandere!heeseung when you had the chance, then you encountered a nice guy (i imagine to probably be sunghoon) and then you tell him all bout you running away, heeseung, all that stuff. butttt here's the twist.. hoon has been stalking you for a looong time so yeah kind of like reader got away from a yandere just to end up with another yandere 💥

Omggg thank you for writing in! I'm so glad to hear that from you 😊 here it is sorry for the long wait! Hope you like it!

You’d been running for days, constantly looking over your shoulder, heart pounding. Heeseung, with his unsettling gaze and obsessive demeanor, was always one step behind. It was terrifying, knowing that someone so fixated was out to find you.

His words and actions are no doubt trauma for you.

It started all nice and romantic, Heeseung was the sweetest guy you've ever met and no doubt, you have fallen in love with this beautiful man. But things started to get handy.

Ever since you guys officially got together, he has been possessive. Like to an extreme amount.

To the point where you felt suffocated and scared. You tried to talk to him about it but he always turned to the same behaviour.

You couldn't take it anymore and decided to break up with him... Which obviously didn't turn out well.

"Heeseung... I... I'm sorry. I... Let's break up."

You said not looking at him. You didn't want to see any of that madness in his eyes.

"Baby... Was that a joke? Or..."

His tone wasn't warm.... It was cold. As if, if you said "no" the next second, he would tear you into pieces.

But you can't let fear over take you.

"No. I'm serious Heeseung. I want to break up with you."

And there... Boom!

You ended up in his basement for 3 weeks.

For 3 weeks, you have been trying to run. Of course failing almost every time.

But that day... You finally got out of his grip.

Then, amidst your frantic escape, you stumbled upon someone who seemed like a beacon of calm.

Sunghoon, with his warm smile and kind eyes, offered you a moment of respite.

You poured your heart out, telling him everything: how you’d been fleeing from Heeseung, how his intense obsession made your life a nightmare.

Sunghoon listened patiently, offering comforting words and seeming genuinely concerned. You felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe you’d finally found safety.

"I'm sorry to hear that Y/n... I'm here now... I will take care of you..."

But as the days went on, you began to notice little things. Sunghoon was always there, just when you needed him. It seemed like he had an uncanny ability to show up at the right place and time.

"Oh? Sunghoon? What are you doing in my house?"

"Here! I bought you some chocolate. I thought you might need this right now."

"Oh my god that's so sweet of you... How did you know that I am in desperate need of this right now?"

You smiled and took the chocolate from his hand.

"Every time you fail a test, you always get chocolates to cheer yourself up, don't you?"

He said with a proud smile.

But... You have never told him that... And you never told him that you failed your most recent test...

So... How does he know?

But at that time, you were too innocent to even notice this was odd.

Eventually, a year later, you and Sunghoon got into a relationship.

One evening, as you were looking through Sunghoon's phone, as your phone ran out of battery and you desperately needed a phone to do some research.

Curiousity got into you and somehow, you decided to open up Sunghoon's gallery.

you came across something unsettling. A series of photos you didn’t remember taking.

They showed you in various locations, from moments of vulnerability to everyday scenes.

Your heart sank as you realized these were taken by Sunghoon.

Confronting him, you saw a shift in his demeanor. His warm smile faded, replaced by a more intense, calculating gaze.

You sensed danger. Your body is telling you to run, and of course, you followed what your body told you to do.

You ran for your life.

Why have you never noticed anything?

“You didn’t think you’d escape that easily, did you?” he whispered next to your ears and he caught up to you.

"I didn't plan all this just to let you escape..."

He said and smirked.

"What... What do you mean?"

"You know... I could have just given you a backup phone... I'm not that stupid Y/n.."

"I want you to know how much I love you... And you should love me as much too..."

The realization hit hard. You had run from one yandere, only to fall into the grasp of another.

Sunghoon’s obsession, hidden behind a facade of kindness, was just as consuming.

The cycle of escape and obsession seemed never-ending, leaving you to confront the stark reality of your situation.

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