synopsis. reader decides to get it together after blowing up at riki lol
wc. 3k
warnings. mdni ofc. smut. angst. heeseung and sunghoon cameo. reader is lowk an asshole for the first half again. drinking. cursing. unprotected sex and creampie. dacryphilia. a little overstimulation.
i lowkey got tired of staring at this so i'm posting it. i'm sorry if it's not up to standards :(
you would be damned if nishimura riki didn’t show up to park sunghoon’s house tonight. it wasn’t any huge event, just a time to drink with friends and gossip. you were assuming about 10 people would be there; easy to observe, but also easy to get under riki’s skin if you wanted to. part of you wanted to swallow your pride and apologize, though the other part stood firm in the decision to stay friends. it wasn’t your fault that riki caught feelings. but why does it leave such an empty hole in your heart since he’s gone? you want to believe it’s just the sex aspect, but you’re not so sure.
you also know you were way too harsh, but you can’t admit that to him.
since the fallout, your bed feels void. like it needs someone else next to you. riki. the way you’d sleep together every night, whether it would be at his place or yours. now, you found yourself at your mutual friend’s house, heeseung. heeseung was not a person you were personally interested in, but you knew almost everyone was. he was the type of person to go to for relationship advice, sex advice, and even breakup advice. he’s been through it all and he’ll talk about it. proudly.
laying on his bed, you groan, “i just don’t know why he’d block me!”. heeseung peaks from the bathroom where he’s finishing getting ready himself, “y/n, you got jealous that he fucked a girl when you weren’t even together,” your nose scrunches up, and you know he was only telling the truth. “well yeah, but we were fucking! he had no right to do that!”
heeseung looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “do you even hear yourself? you told him you didn’t want to date! and you’re upset that he left you?” while you know he’s right, you still attempt to convince yourself that you were in the right. you know you were just jealous, but you had every right to be! you sit up and adjust your outfit before speaking, “what do i do then? to get him back?” heeseung rolls his eyes as if you should know already, “first of all, he can’t know that you’ve been here. he’ll think we’ve been fucking.”
which is obvious, but how were you meant to get him back? jealousy would probably make it worse. and god, what if he shows up with that girl tonight? you feel nauseous at the thought. all of this for a guy you don’t even have feelings for. you wanted to make amends as friends. you only miss his dick, you tell yourself. the only good thing about him was him in bed.
you know you’re lying to yourself at this point. you miss everything about riki. the perfume he wears that lingers on your skin during the act of intimacy. how he’d treat you after sex. he’d even buy you new toys and lingerie to decorate yourself so beautifully with. you’re sure he would give you the world if you asked, but you fucked it up. royally.
which leads you to your last choice, you have to apologize. you really don’t want to, but riki was right, you were selfish. selfish to put his feelings aside and to not even realize how in love he was with you. and as you come to that realization, you might be in love with him too. it’s not just the way he made you feel, it was him. having sex was connecting with him.
you just hope he doesn’t show up with her. “we have to go separately, hee” you say, determined to make things right. he nods in response, already aware of the implications that would arise. you’re sure no one else would care, but riki definitely would. if he sees you walk into that party with heeseung, there would be room for doubt in your apology. that’s all the reason you two need.
once you finally get yourself together, heeseung drives you both to sunghoon’s house and you’re convinced that you can hear your own heartbeat. tonight was either going to be a huge fuck up, or have the best outcome,which is one you don’t want to even think about in fear that it won’t happen. heeseung can sense your insecurity and he drives quietly, the only noise in the car being some r&b song on his playlist playing through the car’s speakers.
heeseung walks into the house first, letting you know that riki isn’t there yet. you sigh, he’s normally on time for things like this. after about ten minutes of waiting it out, you knock on sunghoon’s door. he welcomes you in quickly, and you notice the house has plenty of soju and liquors to drink. you ponder it for a moment, though quickly deciding that drinking wouldn’t be the best thing to do tonight. heeseung already has a cup with some type of liquor in it, though you’re not sure what. your mind goes to riki. his favorite was whiskey. you wonder again if he’ll be coming tonight.
you hope he doesn’t drink, or that you can stop him before doing so. you were not doing this if alcohol was involved. your thoughts were racing against themselves, all full of him. not only how he made you feel physically, but the emotional connection you two shared. your thoughts are silenced as he walks through the front door, alone, and you feel your heart stop. you realize that maybe it wasn’t only heat spreading between your legs every time you see him, but also in your chest. and maybe, you realize, that you actually love him too.
you can only watch him as he calmly takes in his surroundings, including you. then, he moves towards the kitchen. you follow him, ignoring the pounding feeling in your chest. he reaches for whiskey, and you flinch slightly. no, no, no.
“hi,” you say, quieter than you intended. he doesn’t seem to pay you any mind as he continues pouring the alcohol into a glass. “can we talk?” you walk towards him. regardless that his back is turned to you, he speaks. “can i at least have a drink first, y/n? or is it all still about what you want?” you swallow. he was definitely still angry, but you have to stay composed. you speak steadily, “i just wanted to talk without alcohol involved.”
without alcohol involved. it surprised him. either you wanted to scream at him so he remembers every word, or you actually felt bad. even though he’s surprised, he believes it to be the latter. even if you were being an asshole, you weren't the type to rub it in his face. plus, you were way too nervous right now compared to how you usually were with him. and you didn’t seem particularly horny, which puzzled him even more.
he sighs loudly, but in despite, he sets the whiskey down and turns to you. there’s a certain type of glare in his eyes, and any other time, you’d be burning up. your breath hitches for a second, and you want to walk away, but you have to fix things with him. or at least put the ball in his court.
“i’m sorry,” you begin. you should’ve really rehearsed something, or at least get your thoughts together. “i was only thinking about my feelings and i’m sorry. once you left, i realized that it wasn’t about the sex. it was about you too.” your sincere gaze meets his, and below his distaste lies a sort of longing. has it always been there?
yet, he’s not sure if he’s ready yet. “you fucked me up, y/n. i…” he doesn’t even know where he’s going with this sentence. he takes a moment to compose his thoughts before speaking. “i’m sorry too. i should’ve told you. not blow up on you like that. and i shouldn’t have lied to you either,”
your eyebrows furrow. lied? when? “you lied to me?” you ask slowly. he looks at the floor for a moment before looking back to you. “yeah. i never slept with that girl. she knew i wanted to make you jealous,” he admits, and you could’ve sworn he was feeling guilty. maybe he was.
nevertheless, you can’t help the blooming in your chest as you continue. “i really am sorry, riki. and i hope you can forgive me. i know this won’t change things much, and i don’t expect anything, but i realized that i love you too” you say it hesitantly. his name is no longer coming out like a mantra, but full of the emotions you had been suppressing. full of everything you realized only after you let him go.
he takes a step closer. you don’t move, almost like you don’t want to scare him away. he places his hands delicately around your waist. did he really love you so much to take you back so easily? is this what love is supposed to be? he speaks up, “never, ever can we do this again. no more miscommunications, yeah?” you nod.
you’re about to lean in for a kiss until the sounds of random conversation fills your ears. you completely forgot you were in sunghoon’s house. now, you feel embarrassed, as if you were a child doing something you shouldn’t be. though somehow, it makes it all the more exciting. he seems to either feel the same way, or catch onto you.
“go back to mine?” he whispers directly into your ear and you shiver. “yeah,” you say, voice slightly hoarse. as he’s dragging you out of the back door, you attempt to hold yourself back from pouncing on him. you were able to fully take in his features. he seemed to do his hair tonight, which he normally wore down and messy. he was also wearing some sort of expensive, yet casual, attire. you can’t help but wonder if this was for you.
the drive was long. long enough for you to squirm every couple of seconds as your desire heightened. the way your panties were sticking to you had you clenching your legs together in an attempt to release yourself of some pressure. riki can barely turn the car off before he’s trailing you behind him into his apartment, looking flushed.
you can feel your phone buzzing consistently in your purse, but you throw it aside. you didn’t care enough to respond to whoever was texting you right now. once you take off your shoes, riki wastes no time in backing you up against the wall and kissing you.
it was tender, despite the circumstances. he’s never kissed you before, and you can immediately tell why. he kisses with so much passion and love that your previous outburst dissipates in your mind. you had never felt so small in his arms before, like you’re melting away into his touch until you are two souls colliding into one.
he leads you into his room so delicately, like you’re made of porcelain. he breaks the kiss for a moment to make sure you’re comfortable before laying you on the bed. “this is okay?” he asks, and when you nod, he continues, “can i love you?”
you felt like you could cry from the positive emotions that overwhelmed you. he was so soft, it was as if you were losing your virginity to him. like you guys haven’t fucked before. he takes off each article of clothing with the upmost care. once your upper body is bare, he begins to kiss down your neck, leaving a few love bites.
from the new drift of air and arousal, your nipples begin to pique. they don’t go untouched by him either; while he’s kissing you, he’s also playing at the sensitive skin there. you gasp at the contrast between your body heat and his cold hands.
“does it feel good, baby?” he asks, and you bite your lip. you feel a chill of pleasure run down your spine. “yeah. please… keep going” you say, and your words borderline moaning and pleading. he obliges and kisses his way down to your core slowly. he peels your panties off, eyes widening at how wet you were. it was all because of him. not as an object, personally him.
once he comes face to face with your pussy, even though he’s done it so many times before, it feels different. he teases you with a small kiss on your core before dragging his pointer finger through your folds. you can’t stop the moan that tumbles its way through your mouth as he spreads you open wider.
“i need you, riki” you say, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. he brings a hand up to caress your face. “are you sure, baby?” he questions and you nod. it was so sweet to you that he was still asking you, despite the heat of the moment. “let’s prep you first, yeah?” he says softly, which has you entranced. “okay,” you stammer out, knowing he’ll accept nothing but words.
he pushes two fingers inside you and begins a steady pace. already, it feels so delectable. the way his fingers work inside you, memorizing every detail of your walls. when his other hand begins to circle your clit, you already feel so close. even so, you don’t want to come without him. it wasn’t all about you, it never was. overcome with the feeling, you reach your hands out to grab at something, anything. your fingers begin to grip the sheets beside you.
“riki, wait,” you gasp and he immediately stops. “what? are you okay?” he stammers out and you nod. “i just… need you inside me. now, please” you reply as your chest heaves. he was relieved that you were okay, but he chuckles at how serious you were. your actions were so perfectly you.
he obliges, quickly removing his own clothing. his dick is already red and swollen, begging for you. he doesn’t tease you like he would usually by running himself through your folds a few times. instead, he does it once to gather your own arousal with his, then gently pushes himself in. it’s an intimate moment, like you two were meshing together permanently. you both moan at the feeling. his fingers lace themselves in yours as he begins a slow thrusting pace and you can feel every curve and every vein of him.
the tears begin to well up in your eyes again, the pleasure too much to handle. one of his hands begins to let go of yours, but you reach out to grab it again, “no, just like this. please,” you say softly. you didn’t need his hands stimulating you right now, you needed him. he groans at this, thrusting into you harder to the point where your tears are falling.
the feeling of being so loved, the feeling of not treating yourself as an object, and the feeling of riki gets to you. so many emotions built up inside of you that you feel a pit in your stomach about to release itself. “shhh, it’s okay, baby. you can come,” riki says to you, still holding both of your hands to him. he knew your body almost better than you knew it yourself.
you release onto him, and with the feeling of your walls clenching him so tightly, he comes as well. you can feel thick liquid coat the inside of you as you come down from your intense high. he pulls himself out of you slowly before wiping the tears that remained on your skin. “you did so well for me,” he murmurs to you before continuing, “was it okay?” he asks, looking into your eyes. you want to tell him it was more than okay, that you love him, but you only nod.
it was because you wanted more.
“i need more of you,” you admit, too caught up in the moment to be indirect. he wastes no time before pulling you onto his lap, into a lotus position. the one you never tried. “you sure? you can take it?” he hums, asking genuinely. “yes, riki… please, i…” the words get caught in your throat, but he patiently waits for you to finish your thoughts, “yes. i need you.”
the fact that you were face to face with him right now and that his skin was touching yours was so intimate. you felt like you were absolutely burning. he easily slips back in to you, and you moan once again at the raw feeling of him. his hands are on your ass, guiding you to bounce on his dick. the way your mouth was open slightly, the way your breasts moved so perfectly in sync with the connection of your bodies, all of it was intoxicating to him.
you begin to cry again, from overstimulation and the pleasure all at once. you don’t even care that he can see all of you in this moment. to you, being able to see him was the most special part. you got to see him in ways no one else ever could. every furrow of his brow, when his eyes fluttered shut, every emotion that crossed his face could be seen by you.
with his dick hitting all of the right places inside of you, you felt close again. a choked moan falls from your lips as you come for the second time. his release came soon after yours, his arms wrapped around you securely as he fucks your body onto his.
after pulling out carefully, he places you down to lay on his bed and leaves for a moment. he comes back quickly with a towel soaked in warm water to clean you up with. he cleans you slowly and meticulously, making sure to get every area so that you're comfortable. he doesn’t waste an extra second until he’s laid next to you.
“you’re so perfect, y/n” he looks at you with admiration. you take a moment to respond, “thank you. for making me feel so loved,” you tiredly smile at him, gripping his bicep like he’ll disappear. like this feeling will disappear.
warnings. mdni. smut. angst. afab/feminine reader. talks about dacryphilia, shibari. a lot of cursing. riki is down bad and reader is an asshole (sorry guys)
part i part iii
very VERY highly requested! i hope this meets your expectations ♡ sorry to break ur heart at the end... dw, part iii is in the works ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
warnings. mdni!! smut. cunnilingus. jake actually loves reader. “princess” used. just very fluffy smut. not proofread! oopsie
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the way jake loves is very endearing. whether it’s standing behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and kissing your neck while you make dinner, or whispering sweet nothings in your ear to lull you to sleep.
he’s never been afraid to show his love — except when it comes to sex. he’s experienced, just not confident in your body. it’s a temple that you so graciously entrust him with, and he wants to show you how much he truly loves you.
though it might be unpopular to most people, his favorite thing to do is taste you. mostly your pussy, but anything will do for him. the way your juices coat his delicate skin is to die for.
he has you laying on your back against the headboard, kissing down your skin. you can’t help but let out a breathy moan at the feeling and how full of love his actions are.
“i love you” he says, his voice thick with desire. he moves one hand to cup your breast, massaging the skin there. “i love you” you whisper, one hand gripping the sheets, the other moving to lace itself in his hair.
“can i make you feel good, baby? can i taste you?” he asks sweetly. “yes,” you squeak out in anticipation. he moves to pull your panties down, already sticking to your skin from the arousal. he throws them somewhere where you can’t see, before opening your legs gently to where he can see your full core.
glistening with arousal and slightly puffy, your core stares back at him. he takes a moment to admire it, “you’re so pretty, princess so pretty for me”. you bite your lip in order to not moan at his praise, and he can tell. he chuckles lightly before kissing the inside of your thigh.
it seems like an eternity before he moves to where you need him most, but he finally dives in to lap up your juices. you were intoxicating to him. a taste so sweet and made just for him.
he attaches his lips to your clit, making you squirm and let out a moan. “shhh baby, let me help you feel good” he says, strong arms wrapped around your thighs to keep them open.
he continues making out with your heat, alternating between sucking and licking the skin there. the way he eats you out is so elegant, like he’s memorized the ways to optimize your pleasure.
he begins to pump one finger inside of you, easily slipping in another while he sucks your clit. once he begins curling his fingers inside of you, you know you’re done for. when you begin clenching onto him, he knows you’re close.
“it’s okay princess, come for me” he says, still sucking you, but his eyes gaze into yours. you begin to come undone, and he only picks up the pace of his fingers. your thighs grip his head tightly, fingers still holding onto his head to keep him there. you come undone a couple moments later, your release coating his fingers and the bottom half of his face.
he lifts his head up and moves to caress your face, “you’re so precious, so beautiful. wanna make you feel good forever” your legs are shaking and you’re panting, but he loves it. he loves the way he can make you feel as he worships your body.
while jake isn’t the type to fuck, he’s the type to make love to you. the type of love you’d only hear about, never experience. the type of love you only dream about, and the type of love that can have you go on for hours. and tonight, you’re sure that he’ll leave you feeling euphoric.
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