guys. ik right now is very very difficult for engenes but i just please ask to do whatever you can to help. on twitter it’s a mad house, and understandably. everyone’s angry about this completely unexpected situation. but the bright side is, engenes is one of the biggest fandoms, we have our voices and we have the power to bring Heeseung back, even when h*be tries to silence us.
we all know that Heeseung didn’t choose this. it’s very obvious. it makes no sense at all. you might think the fandom is in denial and yeah i am, because Enhypen was the last group i expected this from. but at the same time, it doesn’t make sense. one of the biggest context clues was Heeseung saying “following in the direction the COMPANY SUGGESTED”.
even thought we don’t know the members personally, we know none of them would willingly leave Enhypen—at least not now of all times. they’re in the peak of their career. from Coachella, winning a Daesang, new comeback, upcoming tour, going to australia & then headlining for Lallapalooza. & plus their contract ends next year. it would make absolutely no sense for Heeseung to leave now.
why couldn’t he pursue a solo career whilst still being an Enhypen member? TXT’s Yeonjun got to go solo while being in his group. all of the BTS members have solo careers and are still in their group. something genuinely does not add up.
we are also getting help from multiple other fandoms such as FEARNOTS, ARMY, F1, COERS, ARNO, STAYS, BLINKS etc. please please please don’t give up. it will probably take weeks or even months, but keep protesting and using your voice. Heeseung will come back.
anyways. sorry for ranting i’m just pissed. please if you have Twitter (X) go drop/post tags for Heeseung. we will get him back & we will NOT be silenced.
if you want to help more, please go to this link and sign the petition as a sign of protest. doesn’t cost anything, only your name. please.
hey! Can you do a seongje fic? Like reader wants to learn how to defend herself properly and throw a punch because let's say she got in trouble with some goons and legit ran and used random things to throw at them and all until seongje who she called comes? So she asks him to teach her? If you can, add some smut pleaseeee!
❀ ᰷░✿ teach me?
no.38
✿ pairing : dom!geum seongje (금성제) x switch fem!reader ✿ genre : smut , strangers to fwb ig ✿ contains : SMUT!! , both seongje and the reader are 18 and about to graduate soon , swearing (fuck/ing, pissing, asses, etc) , reader gets homewrecker allegations , kissing , aftercare , oral (f rec) , orgasm , pet names (baby, pretty, brat, etc) , fighting (obv) ✿ word count : 3.4k ✿ recommended age rating : 18 + ✿ listenin' to : trance — metro boomin, travis scott, & young thug ✿ a.n : thank you so much for 800 followers, i love each and every one of you so so much. ✿
“fourteen, eighty-two, sixty-five, twenty-nine ..” some kid you didn't care about enough to learn the name of shouted the answers of the test you had taken yesterday, watching everyone check and write down their scores like a teacher would.
you could barely hear him over the chatter of the class. some kids celebrating about getting more than 50% right, more kids sulking about failing, the rest just didn't care as much as they should.
the line of numbers came to an end, marking the end of a class you couldn't wait to leave. “that'll be all for today, off you go.” the teacher — already exhausted, announced to students that paid absolutely no mind. “enjoy your weekend.”
your books closed quietly, pencils put away neatly, your backpack zipped up in no rush and slung over your shoulder lazily like you had nowhere to be. you headed out of your final class of the day, passing what felt like a thousand boys in the crowded halls.
all the noise was almost enough to give you a headache; lockers opening and closing, people laughing and shouting, the squeak of the shoes of those running to leave. it's way too much for your liking, but expected as practically the only girl in a school of animals they call 'teenage boys'.
navigating to the exit of the worn out school, your steps stopped at the sound of a familiar voice. “hey! female!” a groan would've escaped your lips if you werent already used to this. “yes?” you turned around to meet the gaze of your bully. “going home already, homewrecker?”
of course being the only female in the school came with rumors, rumors of sleeping with everyone in the school. “no.” nobody knows who started them, nobody's trying to clear them out either.
you turned around on your heels, trying to think of what to do to escape the situation this time. “why don't you ever sleep with me, huh?” without further words, you start walking aimlessly. “where are you going? you're really pissing me off.”
you made a run for it, sprinting down the emptying halls. “hey! get back here!” the student shouted, he and his friends following you closely. you turned a corner, running as fast as you could to the glass exit doors.
not much went through your head, i mean, you obviously could've just ignored them instead of running away aimlessly with no plan whatsoever, you should've just thought about this for a second and maybe you wouldn't be on a wild goose chase.
“fuck.” honestly, you still don't have a plan, letting your legs take you wherever. “stop following me!” you yelled at the boys chasing you. with little to no brainpower, you grabbed some flower pot off the ground and threw it at them. “what the fuck?”
and sure, throwing a flower pot at their heads held them off for a second, the dirt in their eyes both painful and hard to get out, but the effects didn't last more than a minute, then they were back on your heels. they're persistent to say the least.
with a shortcut in mind, you ran as fast as your legs would take you. a hand grabbed your backpack and stopped your running. thinking it was one of those creepy ass students, you obviously tried to get away. “oh fucking stop already.”
you turned around, preparing a fist for whoever dared to grab you like that. “put it down, you look pathetic.” you looked at the boy wearing glasses, lowering your hand. “are they harassing you?” he nodded towards the group of boys coming your way. “.. yes.”
with a sigh and a tsk, the boy let go of your backpack, shoving his bruised hands into the pockets of his jacket instead. “you should know better than to chase girls.” the students immediately recognized him, apologizing quickly.
for what reason? was he famous or something? he had the looks. maybe he was just popular. it's all so fucked up, why does he have so much authority and control over boys who normally don't listen to anyone? it didn't make sense, at least to you.
“how long have they been fucking with you?” he stared at the group in front of him. “two years ..” you replied quickly, earning a scoff from the older boy. “we won't do it again, i swear. we'll leave her alone.” the one leading chimed in.
“hm, well,” he stepped closer. “i don't think that's enough. what do you think, my lady?” at a loss for words, you didn't say anything, letting the silence say the words that you couldn't. “i think you four deserve to get your fucking asses beat.”
the boy with the glasses found their sudden cowardice almost humorous. after all, they weren't shaking five minutes ago. a punch to the chin knocked one of the students out cold, the rest obviously contemplating fight or flight.
you couldn't see much, as you were safely behind mr. popular, but from what you could see, the student that'd been harassing you for years got one-shotted. it was kinda amusing actually, watching your bully fall with one hit. the rest of the boys exchanged looks, then raised their fists. “okay .. let's go.”
a fight unfolded in front of your eyes, you felt stuck in processing. you've never really seen a fight, a real one, in real life. by the time you were able to come back to your senses, you didn't know whether to stand there or run after seeing the four unconscious bodies on the ground.
“what, never seen a fight or something?” the boy asked. “could you .. teach me how to do that?” he shifted from one foot to the other, laughing quietly. “teach you? how to fight?” you nodded, watching him pretend to think. “what's in it for me?”
“i could pay you.” you already knew his next question, answering quickly. “however much you want.” he huffed at that, shaking his head and shifting again. “₩100k” you nodded in agreement, shaking his hand.
“what's your name?” you asked awkwardly. “geum seongje.” he lit a cigarette, you told him yours. at a loss of words, both of you stood in silence for a while until seongje spoke up once more. “i'll start teaching you this weekend. let's meet up here again.”
“sure, okay.” you nodded and watched him start walking away. “it — it was nice meeting you.” you called out with no reply, now left alone in an unfamiliar, sketchy alleyway. “₩100k? what the hell was i thinking?”
the weekend came seemingly way faster than normal. you stood in the alley by yourself, zoned out on the leaves of a tree, watching as they sway slightly from the wind. the sky was painted red and yellow, the pink clouds fitting in perfectly against the fiery background.
the sound of shoes tapping softly against the sidewalks concrete faded in, leading you to turn your head in their direction only naturally. “ah, you're one of those girls who stare at the sky all day.” he smirked, his steps slowing to a stop in front of you.
his eyes darted from yours to the red sky, letting out a soft hum. “can't blame you, i guess. it doesn't normally look like this.” he looked back down at you, tilting his head while he watched you stare at his looks.
“am i just gonna teach you here or back at my place?” his words snapped you back almost immediately. you hadn't even realized your eyes had locked onto his, but you couldn't deny how mesmerizing they were, like one glance could shatter you if thats what he intended to do.
tearing your gaze away from his, you fixate on the concrete instead, looking everywhere but his eyes while gathering your thoughts and trying to figure out your feelings in the moment. “whatever you're comfortable with.” you cleared your throat and fixed your hair before meeting his eyes once more.
he looked you up and down with a smirk, and then you realized how obvious you'd been. so stupid. “um, are you ready?” you spoke up with the intention of getting his eyes to stop roaming over you shamelessly. “eager, mm? got a hot date?” he asked in amusement, starting to walk with you. “a date? what? no! i'm just — it's getting later and later, got it?” you stuttered out while he laughed. “sure, right, got it.”
he shuffled in his pocket for a few seconds, then pulled out his keys to unlock his front door. before entering, seongje paused on the steps to look back at you. “oh, by the way, you can do whatever you want here. my parents arent home.” you nodded skeptically, walking through his front door after him.
the place was somewhat neat if you didn't notice the reeking smell of cigarettes and alcohol. he turned to look at you again, almost laughing when he saw your scrunched up nose and wandering eyes. “you don't have to pretend it's nice, you know.” he sat down on the worn out sofa. “it's a fucking train wreck.”
“no, no it's fine, it just ..” seongje interrupted. “reeks, i know.” he patted the spot on the sofa next to him, gesturing you over. you walked over almost hesitantly, but sat down nonetheless. “i'll start off by telling you a but about the basics, yeah?” you nodded, pulling out your notebook to take a few notes.
“noting, wow that's cute.” you ignored his comment as best as you could, but the red appeared on your cheeks anyways. “okay, well, you should get a pencil if you're going to write shit down.” he chuckled and leaned back, watching you realize and shuffle through your backpack for a pencil.
you'd been meeting up with seongje on the weekends and occasionally after school when you both felt like it. so far, he'd been pretty helpful with teaching you what he knows. according to a few of your friends at school, he's not someone you want to be around, and you really can't tell why. he's fun, a bit sarcastic, something refreshing.
“babe, listen, do you know how many girls' hearts he's broken?” your friend pleaded. “have you seen how many fights he gets into? it's insane. you shouldn't hang around him, it's dangerous.” you gazed at him from across the cafeteria, barely listening to your friends.
“are you even listening to me?!” your eyes snapped to your friends', trying to remember what the topic of the conversation was even about. “what?” your friend scoffed, throwing her hands up in annoyance. your other friend spoke up calmly. “you're being played. he's done this before.”
“what do you mean? we're friends, not dating.” you glanced back at the boy with glasses before your friend forced your eyes back on her. “he. is. not. someone. to. be. around. do you understand? you will. end up hurt.” she practically spelled it out for you, but you didn't particularly care. he wouldn't hurt you after all this.
seongje noticed your eyes on him and excused himself from his friend group, approaching you with his signature grin. “fuck, are you in love with me or something? i can feel your eyes on me from all the way over there.” he planted two hands on the cafeteria table, locking his gaze on you.
“what? no, i was just ..” he chuckled, adjusting his glasses and his hair. “you were what?” he was met with no answer, so he watched your eyes dart between his and decided to lean in more. he let out a hum, the noise almost a growl in his throat. “meet me after school, yeah? today's lesson is stamina.”
he stood up straight and walked away after giving you a sly wink. your friends — who had been watching the situation unfold — decided to speak up. “are you stupid or dumb? he's playing with you.” you didn't reply at first, watching his figure walk away. “you're a lost cause, i'm serious, there's no hope for you.”
you showed up regardless, standing in the alley with a racing heart. familiar footsteps could be heard approaching, then seongje grinning at you like he'd won a game nobody else could. “you showed up.” he noted, checking you out. “i did.” he nodded. “follow me.” he turned around, expecting you to follow, and you did, of course you did.
the familiar door creaked open, the smell no longer bothering you anymore. “today we're gonna test something else. do you remember what it is, pretty?” you thought for a few moments, then got interrupted by a laugh from the boy in front of you. “no wonder you needed a notepad.”
“stamina. stamina is today's lesson, we're gonna be testing how long you can last.” he stepped a little closer, his voice dropping in both volume and depth by the second, like a whisper only meant for your ears. he leaned in to your ear, his soft lips grazing it with every word. “would you like that? mm? use your words.”
you nodded, fixing your lips to try to form words, but they get caught in your throat the second his breath hits your ear in a sigh. “didn't i say to use your words, brat?” you tried to snap out of whatever trance he had you in, words tumbling out of your mouth messily. “yes, yes i - i would.”
“that's better .. much better. don't you think?” his hands snaked up your body, stopping at your waist and pulling you closer. he'd given you plenty of options to push him away if that's what you'd wanted, but you didn't, and now he's got you wrapped around his finger.
“you're so gorgeous ..” he whispered, pulling away from your ear to tease you and graze his lips against yours. he watched you lean in eagerly, pulling away just for amusement. “you won't get it easy, baby.” he grinned, watching your eyes and leading you to his room slowly.
he closed his door behind him, pinning you to the nearest wall. “we're gonna take our time with this lesson, got it?” you couldn't manage words with how breathtakingly gorgeous he looked. towering over you, panting through dry, slightly bruised lips, running a large hand through messy hair, loosening the tie around his neck that the school provided.
and he could say the same about you. your eyes large and dazed, your heart racing what seemed like a thousand miles an hour, your hands hesitant to touch him, like if you did you'd wake up from this dream, your breathing shaky and loud, almost anxious for what could come with you in his arms.
“you're fucking insane.” he panted out, his fingers sliding off of you to start unbuttoning his blazer and crashing his lips onto yours, seemingly leaving behind the slow lesson he'd promised moments before. you couldn't care less though, not with how his lips moved against yours passionately, perfectly.
his lips are soft, but textured, the kind that could both break you down and build you up whenever he wanted them to. he tastes like smoke and something sweet, like perfectly ripened strawberries. he pulls away to catch air then comes right back, like he can't stay away for long or he might pass out.
he slides off his blazer, unbuttoning yours feverishly slow, giving you more than enough time to stop him. when you don't, he starts getting bold. his hands getting a bit rougher, his movements a bit faster, his lips moving with more movement now that you've given permission.
seongje pulls off your blazer, somewhere in between the kisses, your shirt and shoes come off too. he dumps you on his bed, caging you under him. “you look perfect under me, like it's where you belong.” he smirks, diving back down to kiss you more.
he pauses and pulls away to slide his shirt off, but he doesn't stay away for long before he's back on you and unbuttoning your skirt. he slides it off almost harshly, his hands roaming over your thighs. your skin is so soft under his calloused hands, like prey in the presence of a predator.
he pulls away and pants out a few words. “are you sure? you want this?” you only nod, and he's not taking that for an answer. “words. hey — look at me.” he grabs your jaw, forcing your eyes on his. “i said use your fucking words.”
you take a moment to gather your thoughts, and he allows it, not moving unless you say yes. he might be a bully, but he's not a monster. “yes, i want you.” he nods, resuming, but slower this time, catching how dazed your eyes are and deciding rough isnt what you need in this moment.
“you're so pretty, princess.” seongje slides off his glasses, placing them next to you. every move was confident, calculated, precise, he knows exactly what he's doing at all times, exactly what makes you react even though you barely know yourself. his fingers glide down your sides, running over each rib with purpose.
he buries his face in your neck, his warm breath hitting your skin, his lips ghosting down the curve of your neck while toying with the lace on your underwear. your breathing is fast, nervous, anticipating, and he can tell immediately.
his eyes dart straight to yours, keeping eye contact while his index finger hooks your panties, sliding them down too slowly. the fabric passes your thighs, then your knees, then finally slipping off of you completely, and leaving you in nothing but your matching bra.
his hands are cold when they splay on your thighs and squeeze gently. “lets prepare you properly, hmm?” he whispers while going down on you. seongje's eyes never look away from yours when he starts to tease your sensitive bud with his tongue.
you taste like heaven, he could stay there for hours just suckling and licking at your sweetest spots. his movements start off slow, his tongue slowly grinding against your heat, savoring every hitch in your breath like he's the one being pleasured instead of you.
he doesn't talk or pull away once he's down there, it actually starts worrying you with how long he's gone without air, but you can't fully be worried with how delicious the pressure is, how fucking amazing his lips feel wrapped around you.
his eyes are so sharply locked on yours, staring up at you like he'd stay here forever if he could. two fingers snake up to press into you, and he relishes in the sound that leaves your lips. he pistons into you slow, licking up whatever liquids ended up leaking out of you.
you're so gorgeous, trying to squirm out of his hold unintentionally, your eyes rolling back in bliss, your fingers tangling in his hair like it could save you. you absolutely couldn't look prettier than you do right now — messy, hot, beautiful.
it didn't take long for your breathing to pick up, your toes to curl, your body tensing in preparation for what's coming next, it only made seongje work harder to get you there. you came on his tongue with a few writhes, tugging at his hair while he slowed down to let you ride it out.
“you can't last that long, can you?” he teased, sliding his fingers out of you and smirking up at you with glossy lips. you stares back equally as disheveled, dropping your head back in exhaustion. “lesson complete, but you're not leaving yet.” he grabbed his glasses and stood up, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment or so. you stayed put, thinking about what had happened not long ago.
seongje's voice is what brought you back, of course. “are you still there? you look like you're dying.” he chuckled, sitting in between your legs to clean you up. the first wipe of the cold cloth had your thighs closing around his hand at the unexpected chill. “open.” and you did, fucking lawn chair.
he wiped you down and helped you slide back on your underwear and skirt, then laid next to you and placed the blanket over the both of you. for someone so dangerous, geum seongje wasn't that bad. he was sweet in his own, slightly psychopathic way, it was cute.
your eyes fluttered closed eventually, and your breathing slowed down when he held you. your eyelashes were laying on your flushed cheeks, your soft lips parted to sigh quietly, your muscles relaxed, your skin hot to the touch, and seongje was staring like he wanted to remember this forever.
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ㅤsypnosis ⁝ㅤㅤif you were going to learn anything, why not ask the smartest person you know ?ㅤㅤ〝 cw.ㅤㅤprotected sex, mentions of virginity ﹢ sexual curiosity, light body worship / praise, best friends to ??ㅤㅤ﹪ㅤㅤ𝗒𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗂-𝖾𝗎𝗇 × 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
you met si-eun when you were sixteen. he sat alone at the back of the classroom, a thin shadow against the window, always half-lit by grey skies and never once acknowledging the chatter around him. he was the type of person who didn’t seem real at first. quiet in a way that wasn’t shy, just detached. still. not like a boy, but like a blade, folded cold and sharp.
you, on the other hand, were always a little too soft. not dumb. not loud. just… curious in a way people didn’t always understand. you liked to ask questions no one else thought to ask. and si-eun, for all his silence, never once ignored you when you did.
the first time you spoke to him, you asked if he liked the rain. he looked at you for a long moment, eyes unreadable, and said, “i don’t like or dislike things. they just happen.” you nodded. then sat beside him the next day. and every day after that.
friendship with si-eun wasn’t simple. he didn’t laugh much. didn’t talk unless there was something to say. but you learned to read the space between his words. how his fingers twitched when he was thinking hard. how he always bought two bottles of water and silently handed you one without asking. how he walked you home when the sun went down, even if he never said why.
you got used to it — his silence, his stares, the way he always seemed like he was calculating the world and choosing you anyway.
people didn’t get it. they said si-eun was scary. too smart. too closed off. and maybe he was. but not with you.
with you, he listened. when you asked about physics, he explained. when you forgot things, he remembered. when you cried over a bad grade, he let you sulk in his room and only rolled his eyes once, before quietly pushing a packet of snacks your way.
you admired him. that was the simplest truth of it all. not in a puppy love way. not like those girls who whispered about him in the halls. you admired the way he always knew what to do. how he seemed immune to everything that confused you — emotions, impulses, the mess of being young. si-eun had answers. you.. had questions.
you always thought si-eun was a little unreal. not in the dramatic, daydream kind of way. more like he didn’t seem to belong to the same world as everyone else. while your classmates stumbled over themselves, trying to be liked or seen or chosen, si-eun just existed. unbothered. untouched. like the rules everyone else followed didn’t apply to him, and maybe they didn’t.
he was too smart, too fast, too aware of everything. not just in class — though his grades made teachers swoon — but in fights too, the kind that happened in empty stairwells or behind buildings when someone pushed too far. he always won. but to you, he was just si-eun.
you, who couldn’t punch a wall without crying. who didn’t understand half the formulas written on the board. who walked through the world like it was full of things you hadn’t figured out yet. and somehow, for reasons you never fully grasped, he liked being around you.
sometimes you wondered why. you talked too much. you asked questions that made other people look at you funny. once you asked si-eun if he believed in ghosts and spent the next fifteen minutes rambling about the difference between spirits and shadows. he didn’t interrupt. didn’t laugh. just listened, completely still, until you trailed off with a sheepish “…never mind.”
“I think you’re more interesting than a textbook,” he said after a beat and hell you didn’t stop smiling for hours.
the others noticed it, of course. “why does he only talk to you?” su-ho once asked, mouth full of snack crumbs and voice full of suspicion. “like, what do you even do to him?”
“is he maybe into weird girls?” he snorted, dodging a soda can you threw at his head. “it’s kinda funny watching him look at you like that.” he added.
you had no idea what su-ho or they meant. you weren’t doing anything. si-eun was just your friend. your weird, closed-off, unnaturally competent friend who let you fall asleep on his shoulder during movie nights and always stood a little too close in crowded places.
who handed you napkins without being asked when you spilled something. who once got a nosebleed during a fight and still texted you right after: you need help with physics tomorrow?
you didn’t overthink it. you admired him, sure. everyone did. but your admiration was different.
you liked how he remembered small things. like how you hated seafood and couldn’t drink coffee without sugar. you liked how he never tried to make you feel smaller for being confused or slow. even when you whined and said things like “i’m gonna drop out and open a flower shop,” si-eun just nodded and said, “you’d be good at that.”
he didn’t say things unless he meant them. and that made you want to believe every word that came out of his mouth. he wasn’t as expressionless as people thought, either. you learned how to read him.
when he was annoyed, he’d tap his fingers — short, quick movements like he was trying not to snap. when he was amused, he’d blink a little slower, the corners of his mouth twitching like he was trying not to smile.
and when he looked at you, sometimes — just sometimes — there was something different in his eyes. not fondness, exactly. something heavier. softer. you didn’t know what to call it, but it made your skin feel too warm.
si-eun wasn’t much of a talker, but he never shut you out. not really. once, you asked him if he liked being your friend. it was a stupid question. you regretted it the second it left your mouth.
but he looked at you and said, “you’re the only person who makes me feel like.. i’m not just good for fixing things.” you didn’t say anything back. just leaned against him and hoped he could hear your heartbeat. it was loud. embarrassingly so.
and now, you were in si-eun’s room again, the one place that never changed. the curtains were still half-drawn, the light outside dim enough to make everything inside feel like it was holding its breath.
his desk was organized like always — books stacked in perfect columns, black pens lined in a row, a digital clock ticking too quietly. you were on the floor, stretched out on your stomach, chin propped up on your arms, your phone somewhere nearby but forgotten.
si-eun sat behind you, back against the wall, legs stretched long beside yours. he was scrolling through something on his tablet, probably notes you wouldn’t understand even if you tried. you didn’t know why your heart had been beating too fast all day.
maybe it was because you’d started noticing things you used to ignore. like the way his hair had grown just a little longer over his ears. or how his sleeves were pushed up, exposing veins and wrist bones and that thin scar on his forearm that you’d once touched without thinking.
or how his voice sounded different when he talked to you — slower, quieter, like he didn’t need to say much at all to keep you listening. you couldn’t focus. your thoughts were loud in your head, tangled up and restless.
you were thinking about how you’d never kissed anyone before. not seriously. not properly. and you weren’t embarrassed, exactly — it just felt strange. like you were missing something that everyone else seemed to understand instinctively. like you were too far behind, and eventually someone would find out.
but the real problem wasn’t the kiss. it was that you kept thinking about what it might be like if si-eun was the one to teach you. the thought had been creeping in lately. quiet, uninvited. the way his mouth would feel. the way his hand might tilt your jaw.
the way he’d look at you after. it didn’t make sense — you weren’t dating. he wasn’t flirty. he wasn’t even particularly gentle. but there was something in the way he always noticed you. something that made your stomach twist and your fingers curl.
so you said it. you didn’t even mean to. it just slipped out, too casual, too soft, like a pebble dropped into still water.
“hey… can I ask you something?”
si-eun hummed. not looking up yet.
“it’s gonna sound really dumb.”
he glanced at you then. his face was unreadable, but you could feel his attention sharpening. he always listened like that — completely, like he was watching a wire for signs of tension.
you hesitated. your skin prickled.
“…do you know how to kiss someone?”
the silence hit you immediately. thick. loaded. you almost regretted saying it — almost laughed it off, ready to cover it up with a joke, but then he sat forward slightly, tablet lowering to his lap, and your breath caught in your throat.
“why are you asking me that?” his voice was calm. too calm. not teasing, not annoyed, just.. still?
you swallowed, suddenly aware of how close you were to him, how the space between your knees and his was barely wide enough to fit a thought.
“I don’t know,” you said, your voice smaller now. “I guess… I was just wondering. you always seem to know everything. and—” you paused. “I haven’t. not really. I mean, I’ve never done it properly.”
si-eun stared at you for a long time. his eyes weren’t cold, but they were heavy, like he was holding something back. something sharp and coiled and dangerous, sitting quiet just under the surface.
“and you want me to teach you?”
you blinked, he didn’t sound surprised, more like he was trying to confirm it. like he’d already run the calculations in his head and was now trying to decide if he should press the button.
you sat up slowly, heart pounding so hard you thought it might echo. “I just thought… if anyone could explain it, it’d be you.”
he let out a breath. not a laugh. just an exhale, low and almost bitter. “you really think kissing someone is something you can explain?”
your mouth opened. closed. “you’re smart,” you tried again, weakly. “you’re good at things.”
“i’m not good at this.”
you tilted your head, trying to read him. “you’ve kissed someone before, right?”
he didn’t answer, which meant yes. you nodded, trying to play it cool, trying to stay where the air wasn’t burning.
“i’m just curious,” you said, softer now. “i’ve never done it. I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like.”
si-eun didn’t move for a long time. then, quietly: “what do you want it to feel like?”
you blinked. “I… don’t know. warm, I guess?” his jaw tensed. his hands stayed in his lap, fingers laced together, like he was trying not to reach for something. you. the air. anything.
you didn’t say anything else. just watched him. waited. the way you always did when he needed time to think. and finally, si-eun looked up. looked at you.
“come here.”
your chest squeezed. you didn’t know what he meant, not exactly — but you moved anyway. toward him. slow. unsure. your knees touched his first. then your legs slid between his. your hands hovered. you didn’t know where to put them. he fixed that for you.
si-eun reached out, and gently — like he’d been imagining this for a long time — he cupped your face. his palm was warm. steady. your skin lit up under his fingers.
he looked at you like he was memorizing you. like he didn’t know whether to pull back or fall forward. and maybe, for the first time in all the years you’d known him, he looked a little unsure.
but his voice didn’t shake. “i’ll show you once,” he said, low. “but after that… you don’t get to pretend you don’t know what you’re doing anymore.” you nodded.
his mouth met yours slowly, at first. like he was testing it — testing you — making sure you wouldn't flinch, wouldn’t pull away once you realized this wasn’t just about helping you anymore. this wasn’t about being smart, or useful, or your reliable best friend. this was him giving in to a thought he shouldn’t have had in the first place.
you didn’t move for the first second. you just felt it. how warm his lips were. how firm. how careful he was, like he was afraid one wrong angle might make you disappear. and then he tilted his head just slightly, hand still cradling your cheek, and kissed you deeper.
and you made a sound — a soft, breathy sound in the back of your throat — that made him freeze. just for a moment. like hearing you respond flipped something in him he hadn’t meant to turn on.
his other hand came up, resting at the side of your neck, and his thumb brushed over the pulse there. and you didn’t even realize you were leaning into him until your knees were bracketing his thighs and your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.
“you’re shaking,” he murmured, against your mouth.
“you kissed me,” you breathed back.
he huffed something between a laugh and a groan, thumb dragging lightly across your bottom lip as he pulled back a fraction — just enough to look at you.
“this was your idea.”
“you said just once.”
“do you want me to stop?”
you stared at him, he looked calm, too calm. again. but his eyes — his eyes were glassy, his breath unsteady, and you could feel it in the way his hands stayed on your skin like he didn’t want to let go.
you shook your head, slow. “no.”
his jaw flexed, and then he kissed you again, hungrier. no more holding back. no more waiting. the second his mouth opened over yours, you felt your whole body react — your stomach tightening, thighs pressing in, heart stuttering out of rhythm.
his tongue slid past your lips, coaxing yours to move, to respond, and gosh — gosh — the low sound he made when you kissed him back with more pressure, more curiosity, more want —
you’d never heard that from him before.
your hands were in his hair before you could think about it, fingers digging in as he pulled you closer, mouth hot and desperate now. he shifted beneath you, letting you settle fully in his lap, your knees on either side of his hips — and when your bodies pressed flush like that, you both gasped into the kiss at the same time.
his grip tightened on your waist. “fuck,” he muttered, lips dragging down to your jaw, your neck. “you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
“then show me,” you whispered. “teach me.” he let out a shaky breath. like he was barely hanging on.
“you have no idea what you’re asking for.” but his hands were already sliding beneath your shirt, and you weren’t stopping him.
his fingers slid under your shirt, slow and tentative, careful not to make any sudden movements as if you were something delicate. you weren’t sure why your body trembled at his touch — it was barely anything, just skin grazing skin, the slightest warmth over your waist — but somehow it made you feel stripped raw.
like you were finally standing on the edge of something you’d only ever dared to imagine. you didn’t stop him. you tilted your head instead, offering more of your throat, and his mouth found the hollow there — gentle, reverent, teeth barely brushing.
his palms flattened, spanning across your hips, feeling the rise and fall of your breath like he was memorizing it. “you okay?” he asked you softly, voice lower than usual, hoarse at the edges.
you nodded. “yeah.” he paused, like he was giving you space to change your mind. “you’re sure?” your fingers curled around his wrists, holding him to you. grounding him. “I trust you.”
and that must’ve been all he needed. because something in him cracked. a quiet breaking, not a loud one, like ice melting, like something long-contained finally spilling over.
his mouth was back on yours with a hunger that hadn’t been there before, lips parting yours open, tongue licking into your mouth with purpose. he kissed you like he’d been waiting a lifetime. kissed you like this was all he’d ever wanted but never believed he could have.
and when his hips rolled up against yours, you felt it — him. hard beneath his sweats, thick and undeniable, pressing right where you were already aching. your breath caught. your legs tensed around his sides. you whimpered, just a little, and his forehead dropped to your shoulder with a guttural sound.
“fuck,” he muttered, voice low and shaken. “don’t do that.”
“what?” you breathed.
“make sounds like that. I—” his hands gripped your waist tighter. “i’m trying to go slow.”
you could feel your pulse everywhere now. your thighs clenched again, instinctively, seeking friction. “you want to stop?” he asked, a final out, even now, even with the way his body trembled.
you shook your head. “no. I don’t want to stop.” he lifted his head. his eyes were dark, lashes fluttering slightly like he was holding back something deeper. “do you want me to be your first?”
your answer came in a whisper. “yes.”
he kissed you once more, slower this time. then reached beside the bed, into the drawer, and when he pulled out a condom, you blinked.
“you just… have that?”
his mouth twitched. not quite a smile. “su-ho gave it to me.”
“as a joke?”
“he said something stupid. like, about how I need to ‘get laid before I die cause my pen doesn't work anymore’ or something.”
you laughed, despite yourself. and si-eun’s eyes softened.
“but now,” he said, voice turning quiet again, “i’m glad I have it.”
he rolled it on carefully. you watched, heart pounding, seeing him fully now for the first time. long and thick, flushed at the tip, already leaking. your mouth went dry.
you hadn’t seen a guy naked before, let alone like this, aroused, ready. you swallowed hard, thighs tightening. your whole body ached with nerves and want.
“you okay?” he asked again, brushing hair from your face. “yeah,” you managed. “just… new.”
he leaned down and kissed your temple. “then we’ll go slow.”
he pulled your shorts and underwear down in one motion, so gently it felt like a question. you lifted your hips, let him slide the fabric away, suddenly aware of the cool air on your exposed skin, the vulnerability of being bare in front of someone for the first time. but he didn’t leer. didn’t stare. he looked at you like you were something to be honored. something sacred.
his fingers slid between your legs, testing. your whole body jerked at the first touch — light pressure over your clit that made your thighs twitch.
“you’re already wet,” he said, breath catching. “fuck. you’re soaking.”
your face burned. “sorry—”
“don’t apologize,” he said quickly. “that’s good. that’s so good.”
he dipped one finger lower, easing it into you slowly. you gasped at the stretch. even that was new. he stilled, letting your body adjust, whispering, “breathe,” as he stroked your inner walls gently.
once you relaxed, he added another, curling his fingers, spreading you open with deliberate care. the sound of your slick filled the space between you — wet, soft, real. when he pressed his thumb back to your clit, circling it gently, your hips jolted, and you whined.
“you’re doing so good,” he whispered. “so fucking good.”
your eyes fluttered shut, body rocking helplessly against his hand. when his fingers finally slipped away, you felt empty. needy. but then he was positioning himself, cock brushing against your entrance.
“deep breath,” he murmured. “i’ll go slow.”
and he did.
the first push was the hardest. you tensed without meaning to, your cunt clenching, breath hitching — but he paused, whispered to you again, and let your body guide him.
once you opened up, he eased in deeper. your fingers clawed at his shoulders, trying to hold onto something. the stretch burned. it was full, unrelenting, almost too much.
he was big. bigger than you’d expected. and still he moved gently, carefully, until his hips were flush with yours and you’d taken all of him.
“jesus christ,” he breathed, shaking. “you feel—so tight. so fucking perfect.”
you exhaled shakily. “you’re big.”
he chuckled softly, forehead pressing to yours. “you’re doing amazing.”
he didn’t move right away. just kissed your cheek, your collarbone, brushing his nose against your skin like he was grounding himself.
your walls fluttered around him, already adjusting, and when he finally started to thrust — slow and shallow — it knocked the air from your lungs.
each movement was controlled. each drag of his cock inside you purposeful. he hit deeper with every rock of his hips, and it didn’t take long before your body began to want it.
your breath hitched. your fingers dug in. you let out a moan — small, involuntary — and si-eun groaned. “fuck. that sound.”
you tilted your hips toward him instinctively, seeking more, and he took the cue. he rolled his hips, found a rhythm. and when he shifted slightly — angled deeper — you cried out.
“right there?”
you nodded helplessly. “si-eun—please—”
his hand found your clit again, rubbing you just right while he fucked you through slow, deep strokes. your head fell back. the tension was building fast now, tight, molten, dizzying. your cunt squeezed around him with every thrust, every perfect touch.
and then you broke. your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, rushing through your body, stealing your breath, leaving you writhing beneath him. your cunt fluttered around his cock, milking him, and that’s what pushed him over.
he groaned your name, voice wrecked, and fucked into you one last time, deep and hard. you felt him twitch, felt the heat of him spill into the condom as he came, hips stuttering, body pressed tight to yours, jaw clenched.
you collapsed into each other, breathless and shaking, his arms wrapping around you like he couldn’t bear to let you go. neither of you spoke for a while. but eventually, he kissed your shoulder and whispered, “you’re mine now, you know.”
and you smiled, because you already were. you didn’t know how long the silence stretched between you after it was over, only that you didn’t want to move from the warmth of his body or the way his arms had circled around you so tightly, like he was afraid you’d slip away.
his breath was still a little uneven against your skin, his chest rising and falling against your back now that he’d pulled you into a side hold, your legs tangled under the sheets and your heart still thudding softly in your chest.
he hadn’t said anything more since the last kiss he’d pressed to your shoulder. hadn’t asked how you were. hadn’t pulled away or shifted like he was finished with you.
he was just holding you.
you weren’t sure what came over you, but your fingers reached out and curled lightly into the soft fabric of his shirt, he’d pulled it on again after discarding the condom and wiping you up with the gentlest hands, like it was the most natural thing in the world to clean and dress you himself.
you hadn’t even realized how shy you felt until that part, but he hadn’t teased. hadn’t smirked. just murmured, “tell me if anything hurts, okay?” and you remembered thinking then, he really did think everything through. even now.
“you’re really quiet,” you whispered, voice still hoarse.
his arm tightened around your waist. “thinking.”
“about what?”
he paused for a beat, and then his voice came out low. “how lucky i am.”
you blinked.
your heart stuttered in a different way now, softer, almost painful. he wasn’t the type to say things like that. si-eun didn’t do grand confessions or obvious declarations. he always kept his feelings close to his chest. but now, lying here in the dim warmth of your room, the words felt like they’d slipped out before he could stop them.
you didn’t say anything back. just nudged your head gently under his chin and curled into him more fully.
and for the first time, you felt his lips brush your hair. not in a lustful way. not in a way that tried to start anything again. just quiet affection. soft. steady. like he didn’t want the moment to end either.
you don’t remember when you fell asleep, only that you woke up the next morning still in his arms.
he was already awake when you opened your eyes, blinking blearily against the sunlight seeping in through your curtains. his hair was a little messy, eyes on you like he’d been watching you for a while now, but not in a way that made you nervous. he looked.. calm. at peace. like maybe sleeping beside someone had made him rest easier than he had in years.
“morning,” he murmured, voice rough.
you smiled sleepily. “hi.”
he looked like he wanted to say something, then settled for brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. “you still good?”
“mmhmm.” you stretched slightly, muscles sore but not unpleasantly so. “better than good.”
he looked relieved. and then, like something clicked in his head, he muttered, “wait—class. what time is it?”
“we have plenty of time,” you said, laughing softly. “I always set an early alarm.”
he groaned and flopped back beside you, an arm thrown over his eyes. “you’re too responsible.”
“well, you need me to keep you on track.”
you hadn’t meant it to come out so naturally, but the second you said it, you felt his hand drop from his face and his eyes meet yours again. and not that heavy, unblinking stare you used to catch him slipping into when he thought no one noticed.
his eyes had always carried something haunted in them, ever since the day you met. something fractured, a little hollow, like he’d learned too early that the world could betray you if you weren’t ready for it.
but this morning, it was different. you didn’t notice it right away. it was in the tiny shift. the way his gaze warmed instead of hardened. how he blinked slower, more at ease, like the knots in his chest had loosened overnight. you stared at him for a long second, trying to trace what had changed — and then you realized.
the sadness was still there. maybe it always would be. but it wasn’t all-consuming anymore. not sharp. not cold. there was something softer behind his eyes now.
something that bloomed quiet and tender, like spring cracking through frost. and for the first time, he didn’t look like he was fighting himself just to be here. he looked like he wanted to be.
you leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “you’re different today.”
he raised a brow. “already?”
“I mean it in a good way,” you said. “your eyes don’t look sad.”
he was quiet for a second, then laughed under his breath. “maybe it’s because you kissed me back.”
“maybe it’s because I let you fuck me.”
he turned to face you fully, lips twitching into a smirk now, but not cocky. still fond. “both.”
you rolled your eyes and shoved at him lightly. he caught your hand. and then he said, “can I take you somewhere today?”
you blinked. “what do you mean?”
“after class. I wanna take you out. just us.”
your heart flipped a little. “a date?”
he nodded.
“okay,” you whispered. “i’d really like that.”
the walk to campus that morning felt strangely new, even though it was the same sidewalk you took every morning. the sun was a little too bright, your bag slung too casually over your shoulder, and si-eun was right beside you — hands in his pockets, that unreadable expression on his face that made most people wary of him.
but not you. not anymore. not with the way his pinky kept brushing yours on purpose as you walked. not with the way he leaned in to murmur, “you’re sure you’re not sore?” while your classmates were still ten feet behind.
and definitely not with the way you glanced up and saw it again — that look in his eyes. no longer cold, no longer cracked, still intense, still si-eun.
but clearer, softer, like he could breathe a little easier. like you were the first thing he’d ever let soften him. and god, you wanted to protect that softness for as long as he’d let you.
Hiii Idk if you seen the trend like “telling my bf that I found his best friend on tinder/hinge prank” I want to ask can you do that with the Whc boys ??thank you!
telling the whc boys you found their best friend on a dating app !
summary: how each boy reacts when you prank them by telling them you randomly came across their best friend on a dating app. (smau)
( i wasn't sure if you wanted this in text messages or written but i tried writing out mini scenarios for each boy and my mind went blank :/ hope this is okay ! )
𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), violence, explicit language, no sexual protection.
about: while at your new school, one student catches your attention. when you help him during a fight you’re welcomed into his friend group. now in university, sieun begins to open up more, emotionally and physically.
⤷ WORD COUNT: 5k
The classroom was loud with chatter as everyone waited for the teacher to arrive for the first class of the day. You had transferred to Eunjang High School just a week ago and were still trying to find your place among the complex social hierarchy.
No one really stood out except one person. You noticed him immediately. A boy sitting alone by the window, his face expressionless as he stared outside. Something about him drew you to him. While everyone else moved in groups, laughing and talking loudly, he existed in his own bubble. You had occasionally seen him hang out with three other boys but most days he was to himself.
Oh. You’re looking at Sieun?” Whispered the girl sitting next to you, catching you staring. “He doesn't talk much. He transferred a little before you. Apparently he killed someone at his old school.”
You nodded, trying to look disinterested even as your eyes kept drifting back to him.
Your chance to actually meet him came a few days later. You had stayed late at school to complete a makeup test and were walking home alone when you heard yelling in the ally way. You should’ve taken that as a sign to turn around and take a different way home but curiosity got the better of you.
You looked around the corner and saw four guys surrounding someone. When they moved around, you caught a glimpse of Sieun, standing there with the same frown on his face.
“You think just because you took down Seongje means we’re scared of you?,” one of them was said.
Sieun's voice was quiet but firm. “No.”
What happened next was so fast you barely registered it. One moment one of the guys was lunging toward Sieun and the next moment he was on the ground clutching his stomach. The others rushed in but Sieun moved with a quickness, fighting back.
In less than a minute, all of them were on the ground. The first guy Sieun took down pulled out a small knife, and that's when you gasped involuntarily. Everyone froze. Sieun's eyes snapped to where you stood, and in that moment of distraction the knife-wielder lunged. Without thinking, you shouted, “Behind you!”
Sieun dodged it just in time, the blade missing his face by inches. He grabbed the guys wrist and twisted until the knife fell to the ground.
All four boys fled and Sieun turned to you. You expected him to show anger for you interfering but his face didn’t show anything actually.
“You should go home,” he said finally. “It's not safe here.”
“You're bleeding,” you pointed out, noticing a cut on his cheek.
He touched it softly. “It's nothing.”
Instead of leaving, you dug into your bag and pulled out a packet of tissues and a small first-aid kit your mother had insisted you carry. “Let me help.”
For a long moment, he just stared at you. Then, to your surprise, he gave a single nod and leaned against the wall, allowing you to dab at the cut with a wipe.
“Why did you warn me?” he asked suddenly. “You don't even know me.”
You focused on cleaning the cut, avoiding his intense gaze. “Should I have let him stab you instead?”
He exhaled a breath. “Most people would have run away.”
“Well I didn’t want to see a fellow Eunjang student hurt,” you replied with a smile on your face.
“Yo, Sieun!” a voice called. Three boys approached, the one with a basketball jersey frowning when he saw the signs of a fight. “What happened?”
The basketball jersey boy's eyes shifted to you, suspicious. “Who's this?”
“A classmate,” Sieun said before you could answer. “She helped.”
The introduction was short and sweet. You learned that Baku was the one with the jersey on. Junate and Gotak were the other two boys. These were the boys you had seen Sieun hang out with every now and then.
From this moment you were cautiously accepted into their friend circle. Sieun rarely spoke to you directly at first but sometimes you would catch him watching you when he thought you weren't looking.
It took months to break his walls down with you. You had slowly earned his trust and got to learn about the story behind his fighting skills and the way he kept everyone at a distance. You learned about his troubled past, his friend in the hospital, and got to know his personality more.
By the start of your senior year everything was starting to look up. Suho, Sieuns hospital friend, had woken up, Eungjang high was no longer bothered by the union and your friendship with Sieun developed into something more.
One year later and you’re all now in University. The campus coffee shop was loud with voices and machines as students rushed to grab their caffeine before afternoon classes. You sat at a corner table, textbooks spread across the surface as you tried to make sense of your class assignment.
University life had been treating you well, balancing classes with part-time work and a social life was challenging, but manageable.
Sieun hadn't changed much since high school. His face still carried that same deadpan expression, sharp eyes that softened only for you, and a quietness that intimidated most people. What did change was your goals for him and you.
Since starting university, you'd made it your mission to get more reactions out of him. It had become something of a game between you and him trying to maintain his composure while you tried your best to break it.
Sieun walked in the coffee shop, his dark hair slightly messy from the breeze outside. He looked so good. Despite being your boyfriend for almost six months now, the sight of him still made your heart skip a beat.
“Hey,” he said, sliding into the seat across from you. “Sorry I'm late. The professor wanted to discuss my project”
You smiled, pushing your untouched ice tea toward him. “No problem. How did it go?”
“Better than expected.” He reached for the drink, his fingers brushing against yours. Even after months of dating, these small touches still sent electricity through your body. “He thinks I might be able to submit it to receive a full ride scholarship.”
“That's amazing” Your genuine excitement made him bow his head slightly, still unused to praise despite his talents.
Sieun took a sip from your drink, using the same straw you had been using. When he realized what he'd done, a faint blush crept across his cheeks. He quickly set the drink down.
“Sorry,” he muttered, looking anywhere but at your face.
You couldn't help but laugh. For someone who had faced the craziest situations in high school, it was interesting how flustered he could get over such small intimacies.
“Sieun…” you started, taking another sip from the same straw, “ you know sharing drinks is what couples do.”
His blush deepened. “I know that.”
“Do you?” You leaned forward, resting your chin on your palm. “Because sometimes I wonder if you remember we're dating.”
Sieun's eyes met yours, embarrassment written all over his face. “Of course I remember we’re dating.”
“Then why do you still get so flustered when I do this?” You reached across the table and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. As expected, he stiffened slightly before relaxing into your touch.
“I'm not flustered,” he insisted, though the color in his cheeks said otherwise.
You laughed softly. “Sure baby.”
Honestly, you found his shy reactions adorable. Sieun had always been reserved, even after you'd started dating. Breaking through his walls had been a slow process but every small victory felt significant. You loved to see him gradually allow himself to be vulnerable with you.
“How's your assignment going?” he asked, clearly trying to change the subject.
“It’s going horribly,” you admitted dramatically. “This subject makes no sense to me.”
Sieun scooted his chair around to sit beside you, his shoulder pressing against yours as he looked at your textbook. “Let me see.”
As he began explaining concepts you found yourself watching the movement of his lips more than listening to his words. When he paused to see if you were following, you impulsively leaned in and kissed his cheek.
He froze mid-sentence, eyes widening. “What was that for?” he asked, voice slightly cracking.
"I just wanted to kiss you,” you replied with a shrug. “Is that okay?”
Sieun swallowed hard. “Yeah... it's okay.”
You smiled and turned back to the textbook, acting as if nothing had happened, though you could feel the tension radiating from him. You had to have a nice balance with Sieun, pushing just enough to help him become comfortable with affection without overwhelming him.
For the next hour, you studied together, gradually shifting closer until your thighs touched under the table. Every so often, you would find excuses to touch him. You’d reach across to point at something in the book and let your arm rest against his. Each touch left him momentarily flustered before he composed himself again.
“We should get going,” he said, closing his textbooks and glancing at his watch. “We're supposed to meet the others for lunch in twenty minutes.”
You groaned, remembering the lunch plan. “Do we have to? I was hoping to have you to myself today.”
A small smile played on his lips. “They'll never let us hear the end of it if we bail.”
“Fine,” you sighed dramatically, gathering your books. “But you owe me.”
“Owe you what?” he asked, helping you pack up.
You leaned in close, your lips nearly brushing his ear. “Time. Just us. No interruptions.”
The blush returned full force, spreading from his neck to his ears, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. There was something addictive about making Sieun flustered.
As you walked across campus to meet your friends, your hands occasionally brushed until Sieun finally took the initiative and laced his fingers with yours. It was a small gesture, but knowing how much he disliked public displays of affection, it meant everything to you.
The campus restaurant was crowded when you arrived, but you spotted your friends immediately. Baku was gesturing wildly, telling some story that had Juntae rolling his eyes. Suho noticed you first, waving you guys over.
“Finally!” Baku exclaimed as you sat down. “We thought you two might have gotten distracted.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“We were studying,” Sieun said simply. “Unlike some people.”
Gotak laughed. “He's got you there, Baku. When's the last time you stepped foot in the library?”
“Libraries are for people who have to read to learn,” Baku said with a big grin, tapping his forehead. “Me? I just stand near smart stuff and it jumps into my brain!”
“Is that why you're failing statistics?” Juntae asked dryly making the whole table laugh,
As your friends fell into their usual banter you noticed how clam Sieun was. This friend group was good for him. Everything felt right.
“How's the new apartment?” Suho asked Sieun between bites of his lunch.
“It's alright,” Sieun replied with his typical shortness.
You rolled your eyes. “What he means is that it's great but he's still living out of boxes because he refuses to properly unpack.”
“I have a system,” Sieun defended himself.
Sieun had moved into his own place just a month ago, leaving the dormitories for a small studio apartment off-campus. You had helped him move, shocked by how few items he actually owned.
“You should see it,” you told the others. “The only decoration he has is a plant I bought him, which is somehow still alive.”
“It's just a place to sleep,” Sieun shrugged. “I don't need much.”
Baku leaned forward. “So, Y/n, how often do you stay over at this minimalist paradise?”
You kicked him under the table while Sieun suddenly became very interested in his food.
“None of your business, Humin,” you replied sassy.
The truth was, while you had been to Sieun's apartment many times, your relationship had progressed slowly in physical terms. Sieun wasn't one to rush, and you respected his pace. You were fine as long as he was by your side.
As everyone prepared to leave for afternoon classes, Suho pulled you aside briefly.
“He seems good,” he said quietly, nodding toward Sieun who was arguing with Baku about something. “More settled.”
You smiled, watching your boyfriend's rare animated expressions. “I think he is. You being here is definitely a big reason why”
“It’s not just me. It's because of you too,” Suho continued. “He was always so... contained back then. Even with me. You've given him something the rest of us couldn't.”
“What's that?”
“Permission to be a normal guy,” Suho said simply. “To care about something besides survival.”
Before you could respond, the others joined you, and the moment passed. But Suho's words stayed with you as you and Sieun split from the group to head to your next classes.
“I have to finish a lab report tonight,” Sieun said as you guys reached his next class. “But maybe after…”
“After?”
He met your eyes, something determined in his gaze. “Maybe you could come over. We could watch that movie you've been talking about.”
You smiled, knowing the invitation was not just to watch a movie, but to spend time together in his personal bubble. “I'd like that.”
For a moment, he stood there, seeming to debate something. He looked around quickly to ensure no one was watching and leaned in to kiss you briefly. Before you could react, he had already pulled away, a flush spreading across his cheekbones.
“I'll text you when I'm done,” he said rushed, then turned and walked into the building, leaving you standing there with a surprised smile.
It was 8:30 when you got the text from Sieun, "Lab done. Come over if you still want to.”
Pf, of course you still want to. You quickly washed up and headed over to his apartment, giving his door a soft knock. The door opened almost immediately, revealing Sieun in a simple black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His hair was damp from a recent shower. He looked so handsome.
“Hi,” you said, suddenly feeling a little nervous without knowing why.
“Come in,” he replied, stepping aside to let you enter.
The apartment was indeed minimalist, just as you'd described to your friends. A bed in one corner, a small seating area with a couch and coffee table, a tv stand with a tv, a cute small kitchen, and a desk with a laptop, the plant you gave him, and neatly arranged textbooks on it.
But something was a little different. You noticed immediately that he had finally unpacked some of the boxes. A bookshelf now held his small collection of books and a few framed photos, including you in them. One of the two photos with you in them was from the end-of-year festival in high school.
“You unpacked,” you said, unable to keep the surprise from your voice.
Sieun shrugged, but you could tell he was pleased that you'd noticed. “Had some time after finishing the lab report.”
You moved to examine the photos more closely. “I can't believe you kept this,” you said, picking up the festival photo.
“It was a good day,” he said simply, coming to stand beside you.
You remembered it well. A day full of fun. The day had ended with him awkwardly asking if you wanted to “maybe go out sometime,” his confidence completely absent as he stumbled over the words.
Setting the photo down, you turned to face him. “I can put on the movie,” you said picking up his remote and turning on the TV, “but I'm also fine with just talking if you're tired.”
“I’m good with the movie,” he replied, “I made food. Nothing fancy, just ramen.”
“Fancy ramen or instant?” you asked with a smile.
“Somewhere in between.” He gestured to two bowls on the coffee table, steam still rising from them. You noticed he'd added eggs, green onions, and a few other ingredients to elevate the simple dish.
After putting the movie on you settled onto the small couch suddenly aware of how intimate the space felt. You had been here before, but something about tonight felt different. Sieun joined you on the couch, sitting close enough that your shoulders touched.
For the first twenty minutes, you both ate and watched in comfortable silence but as the main characters in the film shared their first kiss, you became hyperaware of Sieun sitting beside you.
Setting your empty bowl aside, you casually leaned into him. After a brief moment of tension, he lifted his arm and placed it around your shoulders, allowing you to rest against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, slightly faster than normal.
“Is this okay?” you asked softly, tilting your head to look up at him.
Instead of answering, he surprised you by leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle but lingered longer than his usual hesitant kisses. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with an emotion you rarely saw him display.
“More than okay,” he finally answered, voice slightly rough.
You reached up to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertips. He remained perfectly still under your touch, watching you with an intensity that made your heart race.
“I've been thinking,” you said softly, “about us.”
“What about us?” His voice was quiet.
“About how far we've come. From that day in the alley to here.” You continued tracing patterns on his skin, moving to his neck where you could feel his pulse jumping beneath your touch. “You used to flinch when I got too close.”
A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “I wasn't used to it.”
“And now?” you asked.
Instead of answering with words, he kissed you again, deeper this time, his hand moving to the small of your back to pull you closer. The movie continued playing but it was completely forgotten as you lost yourself with Sieun's lips against yours.
When you finally broke apart you couldn't help but smile at the cute look on his face.
“I'm still not used to it,” he admitted quietly. “But in a different way now.”
“Explain,” you encouraged, your hand now resting on his chest.
Sieun took a moment to gather his thoughts, “Before, it was unfamiliar. A little uncomfortable. Now it's unfamiliar because it feels too good. Like I don't deserve it.”
Your heart ached at his words. Despite all your time together, parts of his past still haunted him.
“You deserve every good thing, Sieun,” you said firmly, taking his face in both hands so he couldn't look away. “Every single one.”
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. “I'm trying to believe that.”
“Let me help you believe,” you whispered, and kissed him again.
The kiss deepened quickly, a year of careful restraint giving way to something more urgent. Sieun's arms tightened around you, pulling you practically onto his lap as his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
His usual composure was slipping, and you reveled in it, your hands sliding under his t-shirt to touch the warm skin beneath. You felt his muscles tense at the contact, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he made a low sound in the back of his throat that sent heat flooding through your body.
“Sieun,” you breathed, needing to hear his response, to know he wanted this as much as you did.
“I'm here,” he mumbled against your skin, then pulled back slightly to meet your gaze. “I'm always here with you.”
Something about those simple words, the sincerity behind them, made your heart swell. This was Sieun. He was a man of few words but had deep feelings. He expressed himself through actions rather than speech. You loved him.
Slowly you moved to straddle his lap, careful to make sure he was comfortable with your weight on him. Your eyes never left him to ensure this was okay. His hands settled on your waist, his breathing was noticeably uneven now.
“Is this too much?” you asked, knowing his boundaries had always been important to respect.
He shook his head, but still looked slightly overwhelmed. “Just give me a moment.”
You stayed still, watching the emotions play across his face. His hands tightened on your waist, then relaxed again.
“I've wanted this,” he admitted softly, the confession clearly difficult for him. “For a long time.”
“Me too,” you whispered, leaning forward to press your forehead against his again. “We can go as slow as you need.”
A small smile pulled at his lips. “We've been going slow for years.”
The observation, so accurate and yet so unexpected coming from him, made you laugh. “True. But that's okay.”
His smile widened slightly, and in that moment, he looked younger, lighter, and unburdened by the weight he always carried. You vowed to yourself to make him smile like that more often.
Sieun's hands moved from your waist to your back, pulling you closer until your chests pressed together. “Maybe,” he said, voice low, “we could go a little faster now.”
Your breath caught at his words. “I'd like that.”
Siuen grabbed your hand and dragged you towards his bed. He gently pushed you down on the bed and followed you down. He captured your lips once again and you sighed into the kiss. Your hands found their way under his shirt and traced his stomach. Sieun shivered at your touch.
You tugged at the hem of his shirt and he understood, pulling his shirt over his head. The sight of him shirtless wasn't new to you. You had seen him like this before but the context was different now. It was more intimate. Your eyes traced his chest, faint scars littered all around, reminders from his past.
Sieun watched you look at his chest, heat rising to his cheeks. “Your turn,” he said softly, his fingers playing with the edge of your top.
You sat up, allowing him to remove your shirt. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you in your bra. His hand came up to trace your face all the way down to the curve of your cup. His hand found the clasp of your bra and hesitated for just a moment until you nodded. He unfastened your bra, the straps sliding down your arms.
Your chest was bare in front of him and your nipples hardened when the cool air touched them. Sieun reached to touch your breast, gently gliding his hand against them. You couldn't help but shiver at the contact, your body responding to his exploring hands.
“You're beautiful,” he whispered.
You reached up to touch his face, drawing him back to your lips. The kiss deepened as his hand continued to caress your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple and pulling a soft moan from your throat. The sound seemed to embolden him, his movements becoming more confident.
Sieun broke the kiss and moved his head down towards your left breast. He looked up at you, making eye contact before kissing your nipple then sucking it into his mouth.
The pleasure that crashed through you was immediate and intense. Your back arched slightly, pressing your breast further into his mouth. Sieun's free hand moved to your other breast, thumbing over your nipple as his tongue swirled around your other nipple.
“Sieun,” you gasped, your fingers threading through his dark hair, holding him to you.
His mouth moved to your right breast, giving it the same attention while his hand replaced his mouth on the left.
Sieun pulled back and thumbed at your nipples to make up for his mouth moving away. He was breathing hard and his eyes were full of lust. Sieun kissed your nipples one more time before his hands moved to your waist, his fingers tracing the waistband of your pants.
“Can I?” he asked.
“Yes,” you breathed, lifting your hips to help as he carefully slid your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear.
Sieun took a moment to look at you, his eyes traveling over your body with such intensity that you could almost feel it like a physical touch.
“Your turn,” you said with a small smile, copying his earlier words.
He removed his sweatpants, leaving both of you in just your underwear. The sight of him nearly took your breath away. His erection was evident and you could see a tiny bit of pre-cum seeping through his boxers.
“Sieun.”
“Hm?”
“I want your fingers so bad.” You said while grabbing his hand and placing it to where you needed him the most.
Sieun leaned in to kiss you. His hand slipped beneath your underwear and you gasped against his mouth as his fingers found you wet and waiting.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his movements slow and careful.
“More than okay,” you assured him while you guided his hand to your core.
Sieun was a quick learner. He watched your reactions carefully, noting what made your breath hitch, what made you moan. When he finally found your clit a moan was ripped out of you. “Fuck Sieun! Right there! Keep going.”
Sieun nodded, feeling emboldened by your response he grew more confident in his movements. He rubbed your swollen clit a bit faster and harder, making you squirm more and more. He lowered his head to your breast, lips closing around your nipple as his fingers worked between your legs. The dual sensation had you moaning his name, your hands tangling in his hair.
Siuen pulled off your breast and moved his fingers down towards your hole, circling your entrance. “Tell me what feels good,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving your face as he kept circling your entrance.
“Everything you're doing,” you breathed, gasping when he slowly slid a finger inside you. “Oh Sieun…”
He added another finger, stretching you gently as his thumb continued to work your sensitive bud. The dual sensation had you moaning beneath him, your hands clutching his shoulder.
“Sieun. Baby,” you gasped, “I'm close.”
“I got you,” he murmured against your skin. The tenderness in his voice combined with the movement of his fingers sent you over the edge. Your body shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over you with Sieun's name spelling out your lips.
As you came down from your high, you opened your eyes to find him watching you with a mix of awe and satisfaction. “Did I do good?”
You smiled lazily up at him, getting cuteness aggression from him wanting approval. “Of course you did, baby.”
You then reached for him, wanting to bring him the same pleasure he'd given you. Your hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around his cock. Sieun's breath hitched, his eyes closing briefly at your touch.
“You’re so hard, baby. Did you get turned on making me feel good?”
Sieun just nodded.
You smirked, and guided him onto his back. You removed his boxers then straddled his thighs before stroking him again. His eyes never left yours as you stroked him, learning what he liked by the subtle changes in his expression, the way his breath caught, the tension in his muscles.
You pulled your hand away making Sieun whine. He quickly shut up when you leaned down and kissed his tip. You licked from his tip to his base, then backwards, teasing him before finally taking him in your mouth fully.
Sieun's head fell back against the pillow, a low groan escaping his throat. His hands hesitantly moved to your hair, not pushing or guiding, just connecting with you as you sucked him off. The sounds of soft gasps and quiet moans encouraged you to continue, taking him deeper.
“Y/n,” he breathed, his voice ragged. “That feels...ah. So good.”
You hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration making him tense beneath you. His breathing grew more erratic as you continued. It was intoxicating to see him like this.
After a few minutes, his hand tightened slightly in your hair. “Wait,” he gasped. “I'm close. I’m going to-”
You pulled back, wiping your mouth as you looked up at him. “Sorry. I want you to cum inside of me.”
Sieun’s eyes widened but he nodded, complying with anything you said. You pulled him in a heated kiss. “I’m going to ride you.. With no condom, okay?” You whispered against his lips.
“Okay.” Sieun agreed, straightening himself against the headboard.
You positioned yourself above him and lowered yourself slowly until you were stuffed with his cock. Both of you gasped at the sensation. You stayed still for a moment to adjust. Sieun's hands gripped your hips, his eyes locked on yours.
“You okay?” he asked, always concerned for your comfort even in his own pleasure.
“Perfect. You?”
“Good but, fuck. You’re so tight.”
You giggled before moving your hips up a little, careful not to pull off of him, then slammed back down his cock. The both of you moaned, Sieun moving his head into the crook of your neck.
You again started to slowly go up and down, Sieun was still hiding his face on your neck. He was biting his lips, trying to keep himself from moaning too loud. You were so tight around him, he thought he was going to die as you continued your motion on his cock.
You started to get a bit winded and Sieun noticed. Sieun surprisingly rolled you guys over and took charge, pushing into you softly. You both were close, desperation evident from the way you were whining and on the way he was sloppily rubbing your clit while thrusting.
“Sieun, I’m close. Please. Let’s cum together.”
Sieun nodded and sped up his hips, his thrusts becoming more desperate as he chased both your pleasure and his own. His fingers worked against your clit with renewed determination, his movements becoming more confident with each of your soft moans.
“Y/n,” he gasped, his voice strained. “I can't hold on much longer.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. “Then don't,” you said, your hands gripping his shoulders. “Let go, baby.”
His rhythm faltered as he drove into you one last time, burying himself deep. You felt him pulse inside you as he came, the sensation triggering your own release. Your walls clenched around him as waves of pleasure washed over you both. Sieun's mouth found yours in a messy, passionate kiss that swallowed your cries of pleasure.
For a moment, you stayed locked together, hearts racing, bodies trembling with aftershocks. Sieun's forehead rested against yours, his breathing gradually slowing as he came down from his high. When he finally opened his eyes, they were filled with such tenderness that it made your heart ache.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
You smiled, still feeling the pleasant hum of satisfaction throughout your body. “More than okay.”
He made and a move to pull out of you but you wrapped your legs tighter around him. “No stay.”
Sieun laughed a little, “Y/n I need to clean you up. My cum is still inside you.”
You pouted, “I don’t care.”
“You’ll care when we’re getting plan b from the pharmacy,” Sieun joked.
You punched his arm jokingly while laughing, “Stop. I’m on the pill anyways.”
Sieun visibly relaxed at your words, a small smile playing on his lips. “Still I need to clean us up.”
He carefully pulled out of you and rolled you to face him. His arm draped over your waist, keeping you close as his dark eyes studied your face.
“I love you.” He said it so quietly you almost missed it.
Your heart skipped a beat. Those three words. He'd never said them before even though you’d known how he felt for a long time. Sieun showed his feelings through actions, not words, but hearing it spoken aloud made tears well in your eyes.
You tilted your head up to look at him. “I love you too. So much.” You pressed a sweet kiss to his chin “And I am so happy.”
You laid your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, occasionally stopping to press a kiss to your forehead.
“Stay the night?” he asked after a while, his voice hopeful.
“Obviously.” You replied, content.
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Thank you guys so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Please feel free to message me and request stuff! I havent written in forever but WHC woke me up from the dead. <3
telling your boyfriend that you're parents to be (on sims) :D ! (smau)
summary: messaging your boyfriend to announce your pregnancy in your sims world leads to confusion, frustration and some humour.
contains: mostly humour abortion jokes in seongje's baekjin's is a little angsty depending on how you look at it maybe ??
(the messaging site i use to make these was playing in my face fr so the layout of some of these are annoyingly off ... i think i'm going to find somewhere else for my smau's in the future).
⟡ ﹒ in which ⌇ si-eun knew his friends saw him as the brooding, no-nonsense guy. he wasn't going to get clowned on because of how sweet he acts with you
⟡ ﹒ content⌇ gn reader, secret relationship, fluff
⟡ ﹒ listen to⌇ peach eyes - wave to earth
among his friends, si-eun was the rational, matter-of-fact guy. he was the person you went to for academic help, the kind of guy that couldn't keep up with his friends energy at all times.
si-eun also knew he would get absolutly clowned on for how he acted with you - with you, he didn't have to hold himself to a high standard. you had seen everything. you were home, where he could let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
so, when he saw you standing outside eunjang's school doors after a long, long school day, he nearly died from embarrassment. not because of you, but because of how he acted with you.
go-tak is the first to notice si-eun's furious redness. he tilts his head, inturupting baku's tangent -
─ "si-eun? why're you so... red?"
the group turns to look at him. he was starring straight ahead, barely moving, red like he was holding his breath. the group follows his eyes to you, standing at the gates with what seemed to be fried chicken in your arms. baku lets out a sly grin,
─ "hey si-eun... you know're?"
snapping out of his daze, he stalks towards you. just before you can greet him, he yanks you onto the sidewalk by your school uniform. yelping, he holds you against him and covers your mouth with his hand just as you protest.
he had taken you to the side of the school, in an alleyway littered with trash and whatnot. he hisses in your ear,
─ "didn't i tell you to wait for me at my house?"
you roll your eyes as you pry his hand off you.
─ "hmpf! what, do i embarrass you or something?"
he shakes his head, sighing. sitting on a crate against the brick wall, he seems hesitant to explain.
─ "well? do i?"
─ "no... i don't want the others to think im soft, or something."
this makes you pause for a second, and you break into a grin. taking his head into your hands, his pouting eyes stare at you.
─ "aww.. the strong, brooding si-eun is embarrassed? this is new!" you laugh at him, close to wheezing.
he tries to shake himself out of your grip, failing. just as he wants to complain, he hears pairs of feet skid into the alleyway's enterance. it was baku, go-tak, and jun-tae.
you were just about to peck his forhead, until you follow his gaze and flush a tiny bit - nothing compared to si-eun's face, which was buried into your sweater.
the three at the entrance break into a ginormous laugh (minus jun-tae who looks embarrassed to walk in on the two of you). baku and go-tak running to pry him away from you.
─ "si-eun! you never told us you had a special someone!"
─ "hey, wheres that grumpy look now, huh?!"
─ "yeah! why're you hiding her away, you rascal?!"
Yeon Sieun using you as his stress reliever from his studies. ❀⋆ೃ࿔
WARNINGS/TAGS MDNI 18+, explicit content, mentions of p in v sex, clit stim, grinding, oral m!receiving, mean Sieun
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It all started when you were trying to tease Sieun in his room.
Climbing into his lap, grinding against his thigh, whimpering and whining, you were doing everything to get him to pay attention to you. Sieun was determined at first, focusing on his literature report whilst he tried to hold back his moans, but when you had gone as far as unzipping his pants and taking his length into your mouth he completely broke his resolve, grabbed you by fistfuls of your hair and fucked your throat, just using your mouth like it was his personal fleshlight.
From then onwards, he was addicted to you.
Whenever you two were together in his room during your study sessions, and he simply couldn’t figure out the solution to a math problem, it would always end up with him fucking your throat or cunt. And the sex got more intense over time as he got better and gave into his suppressed desires.
And he was mean whenever he was upset over an unsolvable question. Eyes dark and mouth slightly parted from the pleasure as he completely took it out on you, his cock driving into your tight pussy with surprising rigour.
To be honest, you loved this side of him, which you never saw outside of this room. Fucking you so meanly whilst whispering the nastiest things to you.
“God, you’re so tight.”
The bed was creaking from how hard Sieun was fucking into you, grabbing onto your hips to hold you in place as he repeatedly thrusted up against your sweet spot. The side of his lips curled into a smirk as he watched in satisfaction as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
As if the pleasure wasn’t enough, his hands slid over your stomach and pressed down over where his cock was buried in your pussy and you let out a squeal. Sieun leaned in close, his lips brushing over your neck and to your jaw as his other hand moved to thumb your clit, the contact of his finger against your bud sending electric shocks up your body.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His breath was hot against your neck as his index finger drew teasing circles around your clit. “You’ll cum, won’t you?” You could only nod, your brains had turned into mush from how good Sieun was dicking you down and you could barely form words.
Your body took his words like it was a command, grabbing his arm like an anchor as you came around his thick cock. A soft, satisfied noise left his lips as he watched you come undone underneath him, and he finally pulled out of you.
He took out his napkin from his study table and gently dabbed at your inner thighs, dragging the soft silk over your slit as he held your hand.
“You know, I think I finally figured it out. The answer to that last calculus question.”
the vinyl carried the smooth pop instrumental across the room. he would hum along mindlessly while he rummaged through his overcrowded drawers.
"billie jean is not my.. fuck, where's my vhs!?" he groaned in frustration.
pretty in pink was his favorite movie, but god forbid any of his friends find that out. jake and his little sister were coming over – riki would die if they discovered his guilty pleasure. he couldn't help the fact that, beneath the smoking and leather jackets, he was a fool for cheesy romance films.
after failing to find it, he huffs in annoyance and shoves a pack of cigarettes in his back pocket. seconds later, there's a knock on the door.
"riki! open up, we're here!"
running a hand through his hair, he strides on over to the door and swings it open.
jake was sporting his favorite flannel over a white shirt, hands in his pockets and a subtle smile on his face. then there was you – standing proud behind your brother, eyes squinted in response to the summer sun. his eyes swept over your denim shorts and striped shirt.
he steps aside, a silent welcome, and he swore he felt a pair of eyes on him. he suppresses a chuckle, because you have never been good at being lowkey, ever.
you tried your best. you really did. but he looked incredibly good. his blond hair was messier than usual and held back with a pair of aviator sunglasses. his jeans hung low on his hips, revealing the band of his playboy boxers. basically, it was impossible not to stare.
you would die if anyone found out you had a fat crush on your brother's friend, let alone nishimura riki. there wasn't even a slim chance that he reciprocated your feelings.
as he led you further into the house, you noticed the pack of marlboros stashed in the pocket of his dark wash jeans. suddenly, you find yourself lost in the thought of sharing a cigarette with him. he'd have his hand on your thigh, lean in reaaaal close, and-
"-yn?"
you blink. "huh?"
riki clears his throat. "i was just asking if you play atari?"
"dude, i told you, she sucks-"
"shut up, jake. let her answer for herself," he cuts in.
you shift your weight onto your other leg, arms folding over your chest. "i play frogger."
riki snickers. cute.
"only? what about space invaders?"
"mmm, i could try."
"no. you're ass at space invaders," jake says impatiently. "just.. watch us play or something."
you huff dramatically, batting your eyelashes while sneaking glances at riki. he chuckles at your antics, gaze dropping to his shoes before returning to your pretty face. his tongue prods the side of his cheek.
"nah, she can try. just a bit."
you grin triumphantly and give jake a knowing look. he scoffs.
"whatever.."
well, maybe riki should've listened to jake. in truth? you were absolutely terrible at space invaders. you couldn't even make it past the first wave. but riki was completely enamoured.
you had the joystick clutched in an impossible grasp, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. you looked so determined, all that fire, just to lose over and over again. you kept peeking over at him to make sure he was watching.
"see! i almost made it!"
he bites his lip and nods teasingly. "yeah, pretty. so close."
you stilled. did he just call you.. pretty? you brain was busy short-circuiting while jake tackles riki.
"what did you just say? are you flirting with my sister? ew, perv!"
riki was struggling to get your brother off him, urgently trying to push him off so he could sit up on the bed.
"yo, chill! i'm not a perv, she's only a year younger!"
amidst the chaos, you silently slip out of the room. they were so caught up in their 'fight' that they didn't notice.
you tiptoe your way to the living room to take a breather. from there, you can hear them laughing and arguing over the game, followed by loud laser firing sounds.
"hey, i'm going to the bathroom."
you couldn't tell who said it, but it became evident when you felt the couch dip beside you. you feel a hesitant arm across the back of the couch, body warmth ghosting the back of your neck.
"you're really bad at space invaders," he says, a smile threatening to paint his lips.
at a loss for words, you finally turn to look at him. his side profile is sharp, despite the way his lips were twitching.
"you kept looking at me instead of the screen."
you open your mouth but no words exit. you got caught. embarrassingly so.
he finally meets your gaze, his tongue prodding the side of his mouth, lips parted – an unconscious habit of his you've grown to admire.
"i thought you couldn't tell," you mutter.
"you're not exactly subtle. it's cute."
he smirks slightly, a hand coming up to just barely graze your cheek.
"if only we could get your brother away for just a second," he adds, smirk since faded and tone serious.
you freeze. he likes you? or were you imagining this? is he just exploiting the fact that you like him? god, being 17 is the hardest thing ever. whatever it was, there's no way you were going to pass up the opportunity to play this game with him.
"jake? just get jungwon to invite him out somewhere. he'll follow him around like a dog," you laugh.
he joins in, laughing lowly. "really now?"
you nod. "won's having a pool party tonight. tell jake, he'll be out the front door in seconds. watch."
you stand up and walk back to the room, where jake was still glued on the game.
"jake."
no response.
"jaeyun."
"what?"
"i'm going over to minju's. are you staying or going over to jungwon's?"
he suddenly perks up. "jungwon? what's the day today?"
"saturday."
"shit! i heard mina's gonna be there. need to go. see ya." he pushes past you, hastily says bye to riki, and is out the door.
"told you."
he exhales through his nose, amused, and walks up to you. his shoes brush yours, his breath fanning over your nose. his blond hair framed his face and fell over his forehead. fingers cup your face and tilt your head back enough to meet his piercing brown eyes.
"i know, yn."
your breath hitches. the way your name rolls of his tongue so smoothly makes you shiver. you gulp.
"know what?"
"that you want me. i see the looks you give me. i notice when you want my attention or my conversation or my-" he cuts himself off sharply.
"you can have my everything," he whispers, leaning in impossibly close, lips practically touching, "if you ask nicely."
your tongue glides over your lips. this wasn't a dream. riki really was centimeters away, staring at you like your his whole world. you couldn't think of anything logical to do other than follow his command.
"please, ki."
"mmm," he hums, "please what?"
"kiss me."
and he did.
his lips finally meet your own with dizzying pressure. the press of his lips combined with his hand on your face and around your waist was all consuming. your fingertips curl into the soft fabric of his band shirt as you kiss back eagerly, like the hopeless romantic you were.
the hold on your waist drifts lower, his palm steady above the curve of your ass before he cups it with ease in his large hand. you let out a whimper in response, a sound lost in between your bodies.
when you pull away to take a breath, he groans and tries to chase after your lips.
"fuck.. need you, baby."
without another word, his arm wraps under your legs and lifts you up with ease, taking you have to his room. he lays you down on the bed that your brother was playing video games on minutes ago. you couldn't get yourself to care, too focused on the feel on his hands on you.
he lifts the hem of your shirt, his touch hot along your bare stomach. he busies his mouth with decorating your neck with bites and kisses.
"mmh," you whine, your fingers tangling in his blond locks.
"yeah, pretty," he mumbles against your neck, "keep making those sounds, hm?"
the growing heat between the two of you fueled your impatience, urging him to remove both your shirts with a grunt. your eyes immediately land on the tattoos scattered across his torso.
"you like them?" he teases.
"yeah. a lot.." you say, your eyes raking over his appreciatively. at that, he falters.
"shit.."
you press gently against his chest, pushing him back onto the bed. you slowly make your way down to the kiss mark tattoo right above his hip, tracing the art with your tongue. he hisses when you fiddle with the buttons of his jeans, lifting his hips to help you undress him.
you're finally eye level with a front row view to the playboy boxers you've been eyeing since you noticed them, and the bulge straining against the fabric.
"all this for me?" you whisper with a giggle, toying with his covered cock.
"don't do that.." somehow, his voice dropped an octave or two, and it made you want to listen to his instructions.
you slide the boxers down his legs, letting him kick them off as you settled back in between his legs. your breath fanned over his exposed erection, standing proud against his stomach and dribbling precum on his abs.
you grip the base before taking the tip in your mouth. he groans instantly, and it only spurs you on further. you take as much as you can, until he hits the back of your throat, stroking your fist around what doesn't fit.
"mngh, fuck, yn.. that's so good.."
at his praise, you start bobbing your head, matching the pace to your pumping fist.
"gonna- gonna cum," he says breathlessly, "can you swallow?"
you nod eagerly and speed up the pace, trying to bring him to the edge. you know he's close when he twitches in your mouth.
"ah- fuck!"
you feel his warm seed shoot down your throat in hot spurts and you do your best to swallow it all. he shudders beneath you once he takes in your state – saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth, eyes watery, and your nipples straining against your bra. he could've cum again on the spot.
with quick movements, he slithers an arm behind your back and undoes your bra clasp, freeing your breasts. biting his lip to conceal any sounds that might embarrass him, he flips you onto your back.
"look so pretty like this, how come i didn't do this sooner.."
shedding your denim shorts and shoving your panties to the side, he rubs the underside of his length along your folds, the only stimulation you've received this entire time. you whimper.
"riki.. more.."
he clicks his tongue. "what did i say about asking nicely?"
you almost roll your eyes at how ridiculous he's being. can't he see how your manners are clearly elsewhere right now?
"please, more, ki?"
he smirks, pushing his hair back. "of course, mama."
with one smooth thrust, he pushes into your welcoming folds. a throaty groan escapes him, while your eyes find themselves lost somewhere in the back of your head, back arching off the bed.
"nngh- shit!"
"mmh, you're so tight.."
his hands shake as they find purchase on your hips, the cool metal of the rings he wore sending shivers up your spin. he was trying to adjust to how firmly your walls were hugging him, but it was impossible. he brushed all the right places, pressing and pushing against your gummy walls in ways that made you see stars.
once he starts thrusting, his pace is agonizing. he'd pull out sloooowly, before harshly slamming back into you. you claw helplessly at the sheets, searching for any sort of grounding presence.
noticing this, riki leans forward, supporting himself above you with both hands on either side of your face. he was basically offering his biceps as something to hold onto. and you took them gladly.
"mmm, riki, i'm-"
"i know, yn, baby.. i'm right there, too," he pants. "where.. where do you want me?"
you were under some sort of sex spell, so of course you made the irrational decision of letting him finish inside.
"i- in, please.."
"are you su-" before the question even leaves his mouth, you clench particularly hard around him, silencing him in the span of a second. with a choked sound, he spills deep inside you, coating your walls white.
you follow right after with his name sweet on your lips, spasming uncontrollably around him and pushing the both of you to the brink of overstimulation.
he pulls out and watches, like a man hypnotized, as his seed leaks out of you in thick globs. looking up at him, you don't think he's ever looked more beautiful. hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead, eyes narrow and fucked out, but still a big smile on his face. he really did have that post sex glow.
he lays down beside you once you've both come down from your intense highs. you tuck your face into the crook of his neck, his ring littered fingers combing through your hair. he kissed your temple once, twice, then tilts your chin to kiss your lips.
"you're really fucking sexy," he murmurs.
"oh yeah? i'm not just jake's little sister anymore?"
"hell no."
"then what am i?" you ask, batting your eyelashes dramatically like you did before.
"well, you could be mine."
you freeze completely. unblinking, unmoving, you're surprised you still remembered to breathe.
"seriously?"
"i would never let a lady leave my bed without a first date." he shrugs. "and maybe, i just so happen to like this lady. a lot."
you bury your face in his neck further, suddenly timid.
"awwh, shy now?"
"shut up."
it was late night now. you had spent the day with riki, wearing his hoodie and sharing meals with him. now, you were both just lounging and cuddling on the same bed he wrecked you in earlier, sharing a cigarette.
when he put out the cigarette you were passing, out of curiosity, you decided to explore his room.
"can go through my stuff, if you want," he had mumbled mindlessly, his focus entirely on lighting a second marlboro, smoke from your shared smoke session still curling around him.
you found a few fashion magazines, a thriller vinyl – and in one drawer – a pink vhs tape case. you laugh and hold it up.
"pretty in pink?"
with the cigarette between his lips, he stood up fast and pointed an accusatory finger at you.
"hey! i was looking for that." he snatches it from your grasp. "it's a good movie, okay, i know it's embarrassing.."
you take the marlboro from his lips and bring it to your own, inhaling and exhaling the smoke in his face.
"not embarrassing. cute."
he looks off to the side with an expression of barely restrained amusement.
"really? i thought i was the one calling you cute."
"not anymore."
and he leaned in again, his lips dancing with your own in perfect sync.
an: i was listening to iykyk by illit and it inspired this whole thing so ALSO ABOUT SWAN SONG i may have probably released the teaser way too early but i promise it's almost done and you can expect it in a week or less ;)
⋅⋆ ──ೀ“Come here, I’ll show you.” {R. Nishimura x reader!}
ೀ Now that you’re together, there’s oh so much to get up to ♡…
ೀCW⋆｡˚ NSFW, no genuinely please be careful reading this because I wrote this in rebellion to the lack of non vanilla Enhypen smut, fem!reader, ur both in college, non!idol au, best friends to established lovers, fluff, you’re dating but in secret, some angst, mentions of mean girls at a certain infamous party, I had to for the one time😂, cursing, tension, possessive!Niki, bickering, “get ur fucking dog!” “He don’t bit—“ “YES TF HE DO” dynamic, teasing, some s7xting, kissing, smut, refers to ur p✩ssy as ‘she’ and ‘her’, f♪ngering, dirty talk my word, an✩l, along with an✩lf|ngering, spanking, spitting, dirty talk, praise, degradation, teaspoon of humiliation, drooling, this one is wet and messier :D, begging, dom! leaning Riki, he’s a cheeky asshat about it though, biting, an✿l play, hick♪es, making out, he’s extra feral, but it’s not his fault he’s just a bit obsessed, panty-sniffing, oral (f.rec), again please be careful reading because he eats the plate too, don’t ever let him near the box again, fuck whatever Roddy Rich said😭, dirty talk seriously, he respects women you two are just freaked out, with that being said— he takes you through there lmao, light mind break, cl♪t bullying, he literally fucks you till you pass out, possible size ki♪nk, bc his c0ck is stuuuupid fa—, multiple ✿rgasms, squ♪rting, one of which happens an✿lly, u like butt stuff and he likes ur butt, manhandling, choking, SAFE sword fighting (wink wink), petnames, hand kisses, cuddling, whiny Niki bc that’s my baby, aftercare, FLUFF at the end
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₊·—̳͟͞͞ ꒰ঌᰔᩚ໒꒱— Pairings— A Chrome Hearts boy and his high maintenance girlfriend that looks like the song “Love Potions”.
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ A/N>>> Please read the tags carefully. English is not my first language and editing this was hell so I better get some feedback or ur faves are next😾 and it’ll be BDSM smut
ദ്ദി(๑> ◕๑)~♡‧₊TAGS GO ⋅⋆ ──ೀ @tojiworshipper @quequoiqui @wellidksis
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Turns out going from being strictly close friends to dating wasn’t all that difficult.
You were still touchy with each other, still hung out, still play fought— but now with other stuff too. Now you kiss and it makes your heart beat faster every time you think about all of the kissing because Riki was such a good kisser. You did more than kiss too, of course but the point is that you’re dating.
It’s like going from regular Spotify to premium.
The two of you hang out but you also go on dates. Sometimes casual, other times you’re getting a cryptic intentionally nonchalant message to dress up and the time he’s coming by to get you and the next thing you know your being driven out over an hour to some extremely elaborate soirée with all kinds of people dressed just at intricately as you. The stars in Riki’s eyes are different now when he looks at you.
“Beautiful…”, whispered against your forehead right before he kisses it and biting your lip while you hold your breath is all you can do so you don’t scream.
There’s so many new sides to each other you see now that you obviously wouldn’t have when you were just friends.
For example, Riki who on the outside is cool and quiet is actually the complete opposite in a relationship. Whiny when you don’t give him enough attention, whiny when people give you too much attention (like the instagram fiasco). He’s even clingier now— going as far to have an attitude when having to go for long periods of time without you. Completely shameless, he is a man that is not above begging and guilt tripping to make you give in or stay.
“But the last trip was girls only! Why do you have to go to this one? It’s like you never miss me at all🥺😔…”
“I’ll be so lonely…what if I need a hug?” You pinch your lips in to help suppress the smile fighting to show as you look down at the top of his head. Riki lets out a pained groan, shuffling closer on his knees to nuzzle his face harder into your stomach as you wrap your arms around his head.
“Baby, it’s barely two days and you do have friends—“, another pained sigh and you can’t fight the smile anymore. “Ask Kai for a hug if you need one.” He shakes his head so hard, you’re worried he’ll give himself friction burn, long arms tightening around you.
“Noooo! I don’t wanna hug Kai”, he spits his name out like a curse. “I wanna stay with you…” Fuck. He’s too cute. You might lose this one. Taking a deep breath, you don’t say anything else because if you do, you’ll give and he knows it.
“Please, baby?” Resting his chin on your stomach after kissing it, big distraught eyes look up at your swiftly crumbling expression. “Stay— don’t make me miss you, love you too much…” You slam your eyes shut.
K.O. Flawless victory.
He knows he’s won when you cup his face, bangles cool against his cheek when you lean down to place a tender kiss on his lips, softly cooing.
“My poor baby— it’s fine, I can stay. For you.”
Soaking up your attention, he can hardly hide his victorious grin as your phone vibrates on the counter while you scatter lip stain all over his face; your friends waiting for a reply that won’t come until much later. The later being after you’re both in bed with him shirtless because it’s on you. You’re about to go to sleep and he’s wrapped comfortably around you when you gasp, finally remembering,
“I never texted the girls back!” Before you can think about texting them back now, Riki moves you tighter against him, voice low and melodic. “Wait until morning? It’s really late, what if we wake them?” He has a point so you agree to get back to them then.
But don’t you know the flight is in the morning? The same flight he’ll conveniently make sure you forget all about. It doesn’t matter if you already said you’d stay, there’s nothing wrong with some…insurance.
Whenever either of you cancel on your friends, you have to have a suitable excuse because while going from friends to lovers wasn’t difficult…
Keeping your relationship a secret was.
Now, it’s not like you’re ashamed or embarrassed about each other— just neither of you were in the mood to hear the “I told you so”’s from everyone who knew you. In the end, you just liked keeping each other to yourselves. Plus you got enough flak just for being friends with Riki from girls around campus who liked him and you really didn’t want a repeat of the incident from 2 months ago.
It wasn’t a party, per se but a loud social gathering with lots of people, loud music, dancing and drinks. You told him it’d be easier to call it a party even though the mass text said get together but Jackson said he was trying to work on his reputation. How calling the very obvious party a not party helped him? You didn’t have a single clue.
It wasn’t long after arriving that you and Riki split up. He didn’t particularly want to be there in the first place but telling you no was never his favorite thing to do so he tagged along under zero pressure when you mentioned it. He ended up upstairs, sipping the second drink he’s had all night talking to a couple of guys he was friends with on the team when he pulled out his phone and saw the time. 12:47. You got there at 11.
He hadn’t seen you since 11.
Immediately he’s up, drink abandoned on the table. Different people try to talk to him, unfamiliar faces, random girls with too wide smiles and way too much perfume but he brushes them all off— moving with single minded intent. As tall as he is, looking over a crowd is easy but his heart is starting to race because he still doesn’t see you.
Storming into the kitchen, he looks around. There’s a few girls who all turn to look at him when he enters. One even says hi. They’re not you so he can’t be bothered, walking right back out ready to start yelling your name over the music if that’s what it takes when someone bumps into his chest with all the force of a sinner trying to run out of hell.
Looking down, his heart begins to slow because it’s finally you. But now that he knows you’re safe—
“Where the hell have you b—“, when you look up, you’re crying. Thick tears stream down your face, streaking your makeup that he knows took forever while your chest visibly jumps from all the effort it’s taking you not to sob.
His heart stops.
“I-I’m sorry but”, you try to take a deep breath but it only ends in more tears. “We can go h-home now.” Big hands cradle your face, ignoring everyone around you as he tries to calm you down. You’d barely been here two hours and you wanted to leave? Not only was that unlike you but you were crying. Crying and you wouldn’t look him in the eye.
“What happened?”
You keep quiet.
Shaking your head while the answer stays trapped behind your bitten lips. He’d let it go and take you home straight away but something caused this. He can’t let that slide.
“Who did it?” He tries again, voice growing more desperate with each minute that passes where you won’t talk or even look at him.
“Baby, please.” Dark eyes search your face until your red ones look at him.
“Talk to me, look at your pretty face— you’re all upset.” Still nothing. He still tries.
“Who did it? Let me fix it.” Your voice is the smallest he’s ever heard it when you ask,
“Then we can go home?” He nods, thumbs brushing your tear-stained cheeks.
“Then we can go home.” After that, you tell him. There was this group of girls you met in the kitchen and you thought they liked you until one of them had suddenly switched up, telling you that you’re lucky to even know him; let alone be friends.
“A-and that you only hang out with me b-because”, the sob that you were holding back breaks as a fresh wave of tears fall down your face. “Because I’m a hooker..” as in anyone could pay to have you because you were only worth that much. The look on his face is crestfallen, waiting for you to finish. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard you sound so… embarrassed.
“I never said anything because you never made me feel bad but do you? T-think I’m a—“,
He stops you with a gentle kiss to your cheek before you can even think about repeating it.
“I think the world of you.” His voice is so soft, it’s hard to hear over everything but you do. “Dressing sexy, being a flirt, wearing makeup— doesn’t make you easy and none of it makes you a hooker. I never say anything about your style because I love it. Fun and cheeky and a little irresponsible”, that last part makes you laugh.
“But it’s all you, baby. You’re fine as you are.”
You kiss his thumb brushing your lip in silent thanks. It’s way too intimate and affectionate for people who are just friends but looking back it was probably repressed denial.
“Who told you that anyway?” Riki sounds calm—casual. Absolutely concerned too but little do you know his heart is pounding in his chest ready to go find to whoever the fuck made you cry. You shrug, it’s hard to remember her name but you tell him what she was wearing and it clicks when he gets her face in his mind.
The girl in the kitchen. The one who said hi to him.
He hands the keys to his car over so you can wait for him while he goes to grab something he “left”. You don’t find out until weeks later that not only did he tell that same girl that she couldn’t be further from his type; and that drunk and high off of every pill on the planet, he’d still never go for her—but he also told her if she ever so much as looked at you wrong that he’d stop at nothing to ruin any social life she’ll ever have.
To this day— whenever you would manage to see her in the hall, she’d already be turning back around.
That whole scene was a completely new side of Riki you’d never even glimpsed. Such intense protectiveness while staying calming and sweet to you. Then again, he was always sweet to you…except the week he finally had time and remembered to get condoms after promising to fuck you stupid as soon as he did.
That week you were convinced he seriously was trying to kill you.
You were walking back from mess hall when Niki texts you. Short, simple but vague enough to make you pause in your stride.
Come to mines. There’s something I wanna show you.
Heart beating faster, you look around to make sure nobody sees the wide-eyed look you’re staring your screen down with before you make a mad dash out the main entrance. Panting, your fingers fly across the screen as you text back.
Is it for me?
There’s a ping less than a minute later. The first is a photo attachment that makes your breath catch and the next is the message.
Only for you, baby. All of it.
By the time you get to your car, you already feel a mess. The tight burn of arousal simmers in your lower abdomen as you start to drip. It’s embarrassing how you’re hardly able to text him that you’re on your way, fixing your makeup at every red light until it’s even more perfect. After last time, you decided to do lash extensions instead of falsies that wouldn’t make it past round 2 with Riki.
Squeezing your thighs together the whole ride there, by the time you actually arrive you’re soaked through. Puffy, wet and so so warm— clit throbbing with need against the seam of your tight jeans.
Hand to his door, you only get to knock once before it swings open in your startled face and you’re being yanked inside. After toeing off your shoes, he quickly crowds you against the wall. Neither of you say anything right away while Riki takes a slow, good look at you and how gorgeous you look all dolled up the way you always are. He wants to appreciate it a little before he reduces you to the simplest form.
Nerves turn the blood under your skin into an electrical current, pupils steadily dilating as you look at each other, tension thick. Riki breaks first, stepping close to wrap his big hand tight around your throat. Heat slots through your core fast. Slamming into your gut like a cannonball— heavy and unforgiving. You even start to feel dizzy with how suddenly you catch yourself slipping.
His name leaves you in a breathy plea.
You almost trip over your feet when he drags you even closer— directly to his mouth to whisper against your lips.
“Didn’t I promise to fuck you up as soon as it was safe?”
Riki doesn’t wait for you to answer— laving his tongue hotly across your jaw before suckling open, wet kisses up to your mouth. Cushioning your bottom lip between his lips, his mouth deliciously flush to yours– suckling softly before doing the same to your top lip.
It’s slow. Deliberate.
Tilting his head, he deepens the kiss. Tracing his tongue sloppily across the inseam of your parted lips, dipping inside to lick at the corner of your mouth before moulding his tongue against yours when you moan— Riki’s mouth swallowing the sound whole. His other hand caresses down up and down your waist; teasing the underside of your tits with his thumb. Your body is thrumming, livewire as he kisses you like this is the last time you’ll ever want him.
If only he knew how much you always did.
When he pulls away, there’s a thin string of spit connected to your mouths and his lips are tingling because of your plumping gloss. He’s also hard. Well, he was hard 45 minutes before he even texted you to come over simply because he knew you were coming over. Earlier that week he got hard on a random Wednesday because he knew you were coming over Friday.
Loosening his hold a bit around your throat, the quick rush of oxygen makes you throb. Riki lets out a low purr of approval, relishing the way your eyes glaze over.
“Oh you’re gonna be real good f’me…” Your pulse spikes. Hard.
“Just like you were the first time. Remember, baby?” You nod because you would never be able to physically forget. It took your body days to completely calm down after; your pupils would get huge whenever you’d so much as smell a room he’d recently been in. You’d feel him when he wasn’t even around— dripping wet each time.
Riki smiles when you nod, kissing you one more time before swinging you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeal in favor of taking the familiar route to his room. Feeling giddy, you kick your legs just to annoy him. He huffs out an amused laugh, cracking his hand down hard on your ass to still your squirming, making you gasp.
There’s no time to catch your breath though when you’re promptly dropped on the bed, Riki yanks his shirt off—on you right after. Fingers wrap around your ankles as he yanks you down the to the edge where he’s kneeling. Heart pounding, hot puffs of air dance teasingly across your skin with every barely there brush of his pink lips. You shiver at the feeling.
“Y’know”, A harsh suck to the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your pants has you cutting him off with a needy whine. Riki slots his mouth over each bit of skin he exposes as he peels your jeans off.
“I’ve been wantin’ to kiss her forever, baby…”, he rasps.
Nosing down to the center of your wet panties, Riki groans when he sees how wet you are. Arousal darkens the color of your pretty underwear as the fabric clings so much he can see the swell of your clit. Appetizing. You’re all slick and puffy and you smell so fucking good. Pressing his nose to your cunt, he takes a deep lungful of your scent— eyes fluttering closed while his cock throbs in response. Yanking his pants down to relieve some of the pressure, he takes another deep drag of your arousal.
“N-Niki! What’re you-!” Your voice gets higher in your embarrassment but he can’t stop. Even when your fingers twist in his hair, trying to pull him away he stays. Mouth watering, his tongue falls out to lap a hard stripe up your pussy. Pleasure burns hot in your gut, the weight of his tongue dragging your panties against your clit. In a daze, you grind your hips up mindlessly into his face. Hiccuping moans break into a sharp gasp when your panties are torn clean off you so Riki can eat properly.
The effortless show of strength makes you that much wetter, spreading your legs wider as his tongue slips between your slick folds— lapping against your drooling hole.
“Ooh! F-fuck!”
Your fingers in his hair reflexively tighten, Riki hooking your legs over his his shoulders. He’s trying not to get too carried away but you’re so addictive. The most delicious wet dream under his hungry mouth as he teases your clit between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth until you’re arching off the bed. Sucking until your pussy is enflamed and sopping.
Gasping cries blend in with the carnal sounds of him actively trying to lick you into a coma. Your head is spinning. You don’t know if you want to get away or stay right where you are, body writhing in pleasure. It’s not like it doesn’t feel good— the problem is that it’s too good and a possible threat to your sanity.
“Niki!” His name is ripped from your throat in a visceral cry. Body shaking, you beg as coherently as you can to get a break or at least get him to—
“N-not“, your voice cracks, “Don’t suck so har—ah!”
Separating from your bud, Riki kisses the string of spit connecting him away…riiiight before his fat tongue forces its way inside you, writhing and probing against all the right places. Fuck. Your brain turns to mush. A choked moan gets trapped in your chest, thighs quivering. It feels like you’re going crazy. Tensing then relaxing, involuntary bleats escaping when you try to grit your teeth and withstand it.
You can’t tell which is louder; Riki or your pussy. Riki’s sure it’s more than likely him. He’s always been a messy eater on his best day but when he gets his mouth on something he’s been craving? Good luck, babe. Big hands tighten around your waist as he burrows his face deeper between your thighs. You wail, pleasure racing through you when he slips his tongue out your hole only to run devastating long strokes up your slit before lapping at your perky clit in hungry licks before plump lips wrap tight around it.
His earlier vow not to get carried away is nothing but a distant memory now. Hardly a notion.
The taste and smell of you is addicting. You as a whole was another type of hypnotic entirely and that was before he even knew how you looked falling from the highs of vicious ecstasy. But now, ever since having taken you into himself, it’s through you that this new season has unlocked inside of him. You darken the black of his very pupils.
It’s why he’s so starving— so hungry even though you’re pooling into his mouth, sensitive everywhere throbbing beneath his tongue. It’s primal, Riki eats you like he’s trying to tear you apart but he can’t help it. He just wants you so bad and now he’s drowning in you.
Wrecked moans taper into pleading sobs. Hot tears stream down your face as your cunt tightens— pulsing wildly against his ravenous tongue until all the pressure just gives, soaking his mouth when you cum.
Obscene moans and the wet smacking of his lips fill the room but you barely hear it over the ringing in your cotton filled ears— cumming so hard you think you pull something. Each struggling breath prolongs the storm of melting bliss, coating you inside out in a thick haze of heat until you go boneless.
Pinpricks of over sensitivity kick in when he slows down instead of stopping entirely. You’re a gasping sweating, limp mess on his bed as you try to catch your breath and get your limbs to remember their functions. Whining, your fingers in his hair pushy weakly.
“O-okay…”, another lazy lick up your folds, “Enouggghhh—“, Riki looks up and you and falls all over again. Panting through bitten kiss-swollen lips, your hair is mussed, hard nipples poke through your top while your chest heaves and your makeup has started to run a bit. In a rush of heady musk and sugar, your beauty spirals into disarray. He’s purring at this point, kissing your lips one more time before actually separating. Nuzzling your inner thigh contently, he rasps,
“S’ just licking her clean…”. You hold back a scoff. For him to sound so docile like he didn’t just almost lick her off your body is crazy.
Warm pillowy lips make their way up your body in succulent kisses— pausing just long enough to strip your shirt off then his mouth is back to it. Brushing across your collarbone, you pull him into a kiss, tasting yourself with a needy hum. Reaching down, you’re not surprised to find him rock hard but…
“Why’s your dick so wet? Wait, d-did you—!”
Riki doesn’t let you finish because yes—he did but he’d rather be stretching you out then explaining how he came from sucking you off. He doesn’t answer, making sure your earlier question is forgotten; lost to your moan when he slips two fingers in. Thick digits curve up on every sloppy thrust inside you— bullying spots you had trouble even grazing. The wetness is audible, echoing in the room with your whoreish moans.
He wasn’t sure before but as his fingers brush between your cheeks to your other hole— wet from your cum and his spit—he is now. Grinding his fingers in dizzyingly hot pulses, Riki’s voice is wicked. Low and smooth when he purrs out,
“No plug today, pretty girl?”
Your mind goes blank.
“That’s fine, I know exaaactly how my sloppy holes like bein’ stretched out…”.
A third finger squeezes inside, spreading you wonderfully. Shivers wrack your body, wet babbles stumble over your tongue— trying to say something, anything. What that something is, you can’t remember with the way Riki is abusing that aching spot inside you. Greedy eyes take you in, hissing when the hand around his cock tightens, jerking him in uncoordinated strokes.
You’re forced to let go when Riki takes his fingers out to maneuver your legs over his shoulders, pants taken completely off sometime earlier. Tapping the fat, dripping head of his dick on your clit, he almost forgets to reach above you to grab a condom from the small table closest to the bed. Your mouth goes a little dry because he’s big. You saw earlier but it’s still a bit intimidating.
“Pick a hole, baby.” Riki husks down at you, ripping the foil open with his teeth, he rolls it over his length— moaning in unison with you when he slaps it against the heat of your drooling cunt again as you scramble to decide. Unfortunately and unproductively, your lunatic tendencies kick in. The same ones that had you talking back before emerges to pant out—
“Why don’t you pick?”
Teeth flash in a ravenous grin— downright wolfish as he leans down to suck a kiss to the inside of your left knee. Somewhere between the gleam in his eye and the grin should have been your first warning.
“Because if I do”, he kisses your right knee, “I’m picking both and lickin’ em clean when I’m done.” The shocked look on your face is adorable but he’s being serious. You will be absent for the rest of the day and a few of the ones after if you let him pick. That’s the general warning. To you? It’s a challenge.
“Pick then.” Looking at him daringly through your lashes and smeared eyeliner that had been a taste of the ruin to come. Riki has to close his eyes, take a deep breath.
He’s in the middle of counting when you rake your nails down his chest, cooing breathlessly at the red streaks left behind. His eyes snap open when he hears a whiny moan, looking down to find you playing with your nipples. Flicking and squeezing until it almost hurts, staring into his blown pupils with your own. Closing his hand around your throat, Riki feels the racing of your pulse while you squirm.
“Nuh-uh, none of that. Keep talking”, positioning himself at your twitching hole, he squeezes harder. “Get it all out right now, baby— before your messy cunt does all the talking for you.”
Again, you can’t seem to help yourself. Don’t give a second thought to the last straw you trample over with the next sentence.
“Y’want me to beg? Beg for you to fuck me so hard that I’m squirtin’ all ov- nngh!”
Maybe it was your voice, or the way your softness felt underneath him, smooth hands running over him or how he felt sliding between your swollen pussy lips getting wetter with each rock of his hips while you messed with him like the spoiled little thing you are. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. Not when he’s slamming into your crybaby pussy in one merciless thrust.
He might as well have pressed a reset button on you. Jaw dropped open in a piercing wail, your spine arches at how full you are so fast.
“O-oh god—!” That’s all you can get out through your choked sob when Riki grinds his pelvis that’s flush to yours against your clit while simultaneously kissing that spot inside you that makes you tighten more. Slick dripping onto his covers. You’re so cute— struggling to take him and talk your shit even while your cunt cries around him. He’s almost inclined to take it easy on you. Key word is almost.
“That’s right, baby…”
Pulling out a little more so there’s more of that spine tingling pleasure when he slams back in, setting a heavy pace.
“Go ahead and cry for him…”, The grip on your throat tightens as he uses it to slam you down with each thrust before folding you in half so he can kiss you. Needs to kiss you. His mouth is as devouring as it always is, nipping your lips before licking into the wet space to suck your tongue feverishly— pulling away with a filthy grin as he reaches down to strum your clit.
You really start making noise then. Hot, twitching walls squeeze him like slick fist making him growl against your drooling gloss smeared lips, wearing half of the glittery stuff on his own face but most delightfully—
“There you go— there’s my good girl”, The praise is breathed in your gasping mouth; heady sweetness dripping of his words as you lose your mind.
He’s so fucking deep.
You’re completely incoherent when he decides to latch on to one of your puffy nipples and sucks— broad tongue swirling greedily around the bud. Chest caving, a sharp moan bolts from your lips at the stinging bliss and the sound makes Riki suck harder.
Rolling the puffy nub between his teeth, he closes down to bite— searing pain sweetens the lightening racing up your spine as you cry out. You’re so soft, so wet and lovely beneath him; sensitive body jerking spastically while he fucks you until you can’t tell if you’re one person or his entirely. Sobbing out almost tortured groans and whimpers as he gives your other nipple the same treatment. Sucking it like a pacifier before teasing it between his teeth and biting— soothing the leftover sting with generous laps of tongue and another disgustingly deep grind in your pussy.
“I-I…!” You try. You try like hell to tell him that you’re gonna fucking cum but fail because of how tight he’s choking you. The lack of oxygen heightens your sensitivity as your voice breaks and it’s music to his ears. He shifts inside a little and can tell where you end immediately. Weak hands grab his wrist before he watches your eyes roll back, blissed out. The sight drives him crazy.
“Bein’ so fuckin’ good”, lean hips move faster as your nerves scatter. “My good, pretty little slut letting me fuck her just how we need—! S’fuckin tight…” Each pulpy slam of his hips becomes stickier and stickier so he looks down and curses, almost blows his load at the sight. You’re creaming. Hard. Milky slick bubbling around the base of his cock, making a mess on him as you gasp and cry for him.
Words can’t touch how good you feel— floating as Riki’s fat cock carves you out, absolutely battering that gooey spot inside you. At this rate, you’ll cum until you faint from the way he makes you take it.
Riki groans, rutting into you harder as he looks at your fucked out expression.
“Goddamn if you could see you right now- fuck-“ he curses as he feels another wave of slick pour out of your cunt. This time he’s generous enough to let go of your windpipe so you can rasp out his name through wet keens.
“N-Niki!”
“Yeah, baby? Talk t’me”, He’s being an ass with how he talks down to you this time. You both know the chances of you responding coherently are slim with your eyes fighting not to roll back into your skull in bliss but he keeps it up anyways.
“I’m listening….”, and you know that but he’s fucking into that little nook and— “Gonna cum?” A gurgled moan and dead weight is his answer.
“Yeah, you are.”
Grabbing your hips, he moves your legs higher on his shoulders as he slams you down to meet his thrusts, reveling in the way you warble his name— using you like a cock sleeve and you’re pulling him to your mouth because you really are at your limit. Meeting you in the middle, Riki gives you a sloppy kiss, heat burning through his gut while getting closer to the edge with you.
“Sooo deep—”, you slur out, hearts in your eyes as he rolls his hips in a nasty grind that ends up being the final nail in your coffin. Eyes finally fluttering back and before you can warn him— hot squirt is suddenly splashing against Riki as he fucks you boneless. “Oh, good girl..” Fingers move faster against your poor clit. “Theerrre you go, sweetness—“, Baby names pending…
Despite hitting the eject button on your soul, Riki doesn’t stop.
“Shhh, m’not too deep”, the rough drawl has a warm jolt of electricity light up your spine. Pressing a heavy hand down on your stomach until he feels that familiar hardness and you jerk hard, biting your lip to keep from screaming but what kills is the cooing lilt his voice takes on.
“See?” Riki teases against your lips, drilling your sweet spot raw with syrupy cockhead kisses.
“I’m juuust right for her…” Pressing another juicy kiss to your lips, Riki cooes at the hearts in your eyes as you fight to stay with him.
“Bet it feels real good, hmm baby?” He purrs, hips continuing to pump against yours while he puts you through the mattress and you cry out. High and wrecked, the cockdrunk need in the sound makes his cock throb viciously inside you. “Bit of a— ah! t-tight fit but it’s exactly what she needs, pretty”.
Your body is almost vibrating under all the stimulation— pressure building up like a valve wound too tight and Niki rails you like he’s trying to release it. He growls as another gush of wetness bubbles around his length where you’re connected.
“Mmm, is it good?” Groaning with a sloppy kiss in your ear, Riki eases up on your throat so you can answer and when you do, you sound as wrecked as you feel. Words sappy and weighted,
“Feels-“, you smuggle in more air, raspy whine sweet as cotton in his ears. “Feels good”, You sound foreign even to yourself and the pure want— “So big— hurts so good!” It’s uncensored and unrefined and it’s so fucking hot he pummels you even harder— makin’ sure to get niiiiiiice n’ deep, rubbing himself against your spot until he feels your pussy kiss around him.
“Just don’t know when to keep that pretty mouth shut”, Riki grunts. You watch pleasure pull him apart at the seams through tearily glazed eyes, creamy cunt gripping him deliciously. Each twitching pull of your impending orgasm brings him closer to his own end. Heart pounding, it’s like you can’t get close enough— just craving him. You’ve gone limp now in your blissed out delirium— eyes rolled to the back of your empty skull letting your best friend and boyfriend knock every screw you have totally loose before he’s laying himself flat on top of you, body weight luscious and crushing as he’s molding the hard contours of his sweaty body against your soft ones.
There’s a bit of maneuvering but Riki manages to hook your legs even deeper over his shoulders— rocking his hips forward to hit somewhere deeper, tender, hotter and—
How you wail will leave his ears ringing for days.
Wet muscle of your sodden walls push and pull as liquid jets out of you with a force so strong you nearly blackout.
Ears ringing, the lack of oxygen doesn’t make the overwhelming euphoria any easier to deal with. Your moans are nothing short of feral. Visceral and gripping— hungry pussy leaving rings of sloppy cream around Riki’s cock and that’s the last he can take.
His consuming mouth is back on yours with a vengeance as his heart races, hips slamming into yours in a filthy rhythm. Even with his tongue down your throat, mouth suctioned to yours— carnally feral moans still bleed through, engorged cock throbbing violently inside the syrupy hole he’s shoved into when he lets go. Ballooning the condom inside you with how much he cums.
By the end of it, you’re floaty, sweaty and breathless and you’ve never felt better while he’s thinking about whether Blue Nile or Jared Jewelers has the better engagement rings. He also wonders if he should tell you before or after you catch your breath to tell you he’s not done with you yet.
He still remembers all that showing off you did the last time. Spreading yourself before winking your sloppy holes at him, begging him to fuck you dumb. It got him so bad he was taking consecutive cold showers for almost four days until he finally got a break between the team and classes to go shopping. Thoughts drifting to you while he was out on one of his rare days off when he remembered right there in the ramen isle: condoms + hot girlfriend who likes anal = endless opportunities.
He’s pretty sure he scared the cashier from how happy he looked buying 6 boxes of XL condoms with a starry grin on his face but honestly he was just happy he didn’t pop one in target. It was all worth it though because it got you to now— thoroughly enjoyed on his bedsheets.
The next couple minutes are heavenly as Riki loves all over you— soft lips and sumptuous kisses until you’re melty and pliant. Easing your legs down from his broad shoulders, Riki eases himself out of you to slip the rubber off and toss in the bin next to his nightstand. Laying fully on top of you and you purr— arms coiling around him in a soft embrace. Yet as pleasant as the moment is— Riki has to (affectionately) ruin it. Kissing your pulse point, he nips your ear, whispering lowly.
“Turn around…”
Huh? You look at him like he’s crazy. Brows furrowed in disbelief.
“I-“, you don’t even have the capacity to articulate properly. “I didn’t hear that.” Riki laughs, breathy and dangerous, sucking more hot kisses all over your jugular. You sigh to hide your moan, trying to at least look inconvenienced but your traitorous pussy clenches.
“You heard me the first time cause I’m not telling you again, baby— turn around.” Holy shit.
It’s no surprise that you find yourself on your knees, ass raised and back arched with your chest to the bedding. Behind you, Riki lets out a starved groan, looking at the wetness dripping off your everything deliciously. Like a reflex, he brings his hand down on the soft fat of your ass, biting his lip at the jiggle.
“So beautiful”, he whispers against the stinging skin. “Gonna fuck this hole so good…”
Your stomach drops to the chasming heat in your core. Riki eats up every little reaction you give him as your back arches when his fingers press against your asshole. Fingering at the wet, pink little pucker just above your stretched cunt, already dripping with the juices from your pussy— hole yielding perfectly beneath his fingers. Tiny and tight and eager.
Riki eyes it hungrily, cock pulsing when you ask nervously,
“Think it’ll fit?”
Oh, he knows it’ll fit. He’ll make it fit. You’re his mouthy little anal slut and he knows you’ll be begging for it like a bitch in heat so he pushes in a cum slick finger; right up to the knuckle, then another one, pulling them both apart so he can see your twitching wet insides. “So sexy,” he rumbles, a distinct heat rising in his neck. His entire body is on fire with the need to fully claim each one of your holes. He takes his time fingering you open, marvelling at how soft and gooey you are to the point where he has to know.
“Did you play with her today?”
You shake your head.
“Only prep— Just lube a-and my fingers— didn’t have time for toys”, your voice is wrecked from everything he put you through earlier but the hoarseness suits you, especially now.
“Mmm”, he murmurs, twisting his finger inside as he brings his thumb back to your clit, “Can’t go a day without something up here, huh?”
You gurgle incomprehensibly against pillows, eyes rolling and tongue going slack as Riki adds yet another finger. The arch in your back deepens; pushing out your ass begging to be filled with more than just fingers, even though you’d been screaming barely a few minutes before. “F-fuck me…”
“What’s that, sweetheart?” He says it like that on purpose, cocking his head to the side and shoving his fingers in as deep as they’ll go, watching in delight as your asshole stretches around the intrusions, cunt quivering. “What do you want?” Oh that little jackass— he was going to make you say it. You knew he’d get you back for smart mouthing him earlier. However, your want to cum from your ass outweighs your pride.
“Fuck me, pleaseee Niki…”
Unable to hide his satisfaction, Niki smirks. “Tell me where you want it.” Hissing, he hooks both thumbs into your hole and stretches it open, spitting into it as if marking his territory. It’s dirty. Depraved. So why are you handing him another condom and spreading yourself for more?
Riki doesn’t make you wait any longer once the condoms on. With a feral groan, he directs his cock to your asshole and pushes in— the tight ring of muscle yielding under his force. The mouth watering blissful pain of something so big splitting you open shorts your brain as Riki sinks in with one long, deep thrust.
Distantly, you both remember that he’s the first person to get to do this to you. Possessiveness settles deep and crushing into his chest as he grips tighter. Deliriously, you feel so full with Riki’s cock in your ass that you melt. Moaning shakily with a mouthful of pillow.
“Ready f’me to fuck you stupid?”
He doesn’t wait for you to answer because he knows what the answer is. Gripping your fat ass in both hands he draws out his cock, greasy and dripping in a mix of your juices, until only the head is spreading your deliciously raw hole open. Then he slams in, hard, sending the most gorgeous shriek rolling from your tongue. Body shaking with dry, heaving sobs— your insides flutter and clench impossibly tight.
“I’m gonna die,” your slurred keen drawls listlessly. Your mind fades. As soon as Riki’s cock had slid into you your brain had switched off; leaving you vulnerable to the most carnal sensations. Your body is trembling, burning—each organ churning and each bone rattling like trees in the wind. Fingers twitching weakly at the covers.
Gone.
You’ve been utterly and completely wiped blank.
With enough effort you might be able to go on with life after this, but you know it will never be the same. You’ll spend your days daydreaming about eternity in this moment. Reliving flashbacks until your body reacts and your knees go so weak with pleasure you almost collapse.
Niki rears over you, hips starting up an unforgiving pace. With each brute thrust you grow limper, melting like warm honey beneath his hands and it’s beautiful.
“Told you it’d fit,” Niki groans, feeling you choke his dick like a vice. “Told you it’d fit and now look at you”, he pants, “Loving it…”
He has you in the palm of his hand, perfect and sweet and hes pumping and thrusting— pounding until you’re dripping and destroyed and as succulent as ripe fruit ready to burst.
Gripping your hips, Riki bends himself over the your pliant form, once again using his weight to drive the full force of his thrusts deep into you; licking a rough, wet stripe from mid-spine to the nape of your neck. At the shift of angle you let out a weak scream, shoulders shuddering.
“Probably gonna cum too, yeah?”
You choke on something that doesn’t even sound whole, dripping messy rivulets of slick all over his balls.
“That’s what I thought…”
Muscles draw tight as he feels you cum beneath him. You cum on a scope so intense he half expects you to begin foaming at the mouth but all that spills from between your lips is thick, viscous drool. Your sweet face is contorted in pleasure, hair glowing and dishevelled, body shining and slick with sweat and cum as it thrashes. Soft hips hump back wildly on his cock, spraying that same liquid as before— drenching you both to the point where the bedding is soaked through.
A sound leaves you – some sort of sound – but it’s foreign to his ears; almost animal in nature, something inexplicably deep and primal. It’s a noise that sets his entire body alight, a deep rumble echoing in his bones.
“F-fuck, baby”, He’s so close. “Take it…”
Riki’s grip is iron as he fucks himself in the tight, sucking grip of your ass until release breaks through. Throwing his head back with a ruined groan, molten heat washes over him as holds himself deep inside you and cums. Heavy ball draw up tight as he releases load after load, flooding the condom to the point it’s leaking out the sides and dripping in thick white globs onto the unsalvageable sheets. It’s so good. You’re so good. Each tendon in his neck is taut, each vein pulsing against the skin. You cum again at the sensation, jerking weakly beneath Riki, half sobbing into the wet pillows pressed against your face.
The room is sweltering by the time you’re officially done. Consciousness dips in and out while you try to stay awake but it’s a swiftly losing battle. You can’t feel your legs or your back. Riki’s still nuzzling into the back of your shoulder blades until he notices how still you are.
Turning you gently onto your back, he takes one look at your face and decides he’ll tell you later you’re spending the night. Peppering soft kisses to your cheeks, he calls your name until your eyelids flutter back open and his heart soars in relief.
“Oh god there you are”, he’s like a big dog as he smooches wet kisses all over your face. “I thought I killed you.” A punched out wheeze slips free. You don’t even have the energy to muster sarcasm.
“I thought you were trying to.”
He at least has the decency to look sorry, hands massaging down your body to check— “Does anything hurt?” You shake your head slowly, another wave of dizziness hitting you before your eyes slip shut on his panicked expression.
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When you finally wake up, you’re clean and dry on a soft surface that’s also dry in a huge shirt with a sizeable weight on top of you. Moving, a sharp twinge races up from your lower regions making you hiss. The sound alerts the one on top of you as your face is suddenly being held and you find very big, very guilty eyes staring back at you.
“Baby!” You feel bad for thinking how cute he is all worried like this. “I’m so sorry”, squirming on top of you, Niki is practically in your lap apologizing as he scoots back a breath to hand you a cold bottle of—
“Orange Gatorade?” He nods, kissing your forehead before nuzzling back into your neck.
“Yeah. It’s supposed to help with electrolytes and stuff.” The confused look doesn’t ease off your face so he continues,
“Y’know…since you lost a lot of flui—“, slapping a palm over his mouth you nod sharply.
“Yep. I get it.” He watches you expectantly and that’s when it clicks. He’s waiting for you to drink it now. Handing the bottle back so he can open it, you take a few sips, humming at the light taste before leaning up to kiss him, voice soft and soothing.
“It’s good. Thank you for taking care of me, Niki”.
Riki’s heart does that strange thing it does when he’s around you. Like it flips before bursting into a cloud of butterflies and he’s so glad you like him back like this. You scared him so bad when you just passed out— unresponsive no matter how many times he called your name and the only thing he had to soothe him were the deep, rhythmic rises of your breathing.
Your hands rake through his now clean hair as he tightens his hold around you, suddenly sleepy in the warmth of your company. His voice is uncharacteristically vulnerable when he asks, pressing a similar tender kiss to the back of your other hand in his.
“Can we stay like this for a little bit?”
You nod but you can’t help but wonder…
How long should you date before you tell him that he’s welcome to stay forever?
! Didn’t like this as much as I thought I would so genuinely apologizing bc I might delete soon(like very soon) wait nvm I just didn’t like the colors lmao
˚₊· When her best friend finds out she’s an anal slut…
ೀ⋆｡˚ CW—: NSFW, no genuinely please be careful reading this because I wrote this in rebellion to the lack of non vanilla Enhypen smut, fem!reader, mentions of drinking and alcohol, ur both in college, non!idol au, best friends to lovers, cursing, tension, bickering, teasing, kissing, smut, refers to ur p✩ssy as ‘she’ and ‘her’, f♪ngering, hair pulling, an✩l, spanking, p✩ssy spanking, dirty talk, praise, degradation, teaspoon of humiliation, drooling, this entire thing gets wet and messy tbh, begging, dom! leaning Riki, he’s a cheeky asshat about it though, biting, an✿l play, hick♪es, making out, he’s kinda feral, but it’s not his fault he’s just a bit obsessed, hand k♪nk, finger sucking, thigh-job, dirty talk seriously😭, he respects women you two are just freaked out, with that being said— cl♪t bullying, he literally fucks the lashes off you, possible size ki♪nk, multiple ✿rgasms, squ♪rting, one of which happens an✿lly, u like butt stuff and he likes ur butt, petnames, Heeseung dada cameo, hand kisses, cuddling and casual confessions, aftercare, FLUFF at the end
₊·—̳͟͞͞ ꒰ঌᰔᩚ໒꒱— Pairings— A Chrome Hearts boy and his high maintenance best friend that looks like the song “Love Potions”.
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚wc. 6.7k (sorry)
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ A/N>>> Please read the tags carefully. English is not my first language. So sorry if this is bad and if there’s any mistakes. Also, this was HELL to edit so any hate and ur fav will be next 😾
A/N.pt2– I wasn’t gonna say anything but it’s getting a bit— if ur gonna reblog, say something comment or something😭like I’m alr embarrassed😭💔
“Bullshit! You’re lying!” You gasp, leaning up off Riki just enough to smack his arm, your lips parted in a buzzed smile.
“Swear on Jay’s life I’m not! And any guy that tells you otherwise is lying!”
After hell week of classes, this is just what you needed. Fruity drinks, ridiculous conversation, and much missed downtime as music plays loudly in the background while your other friends drift about just as (if not more) plastered than you.
It wasn’t necessarily rare for you to be at parties but it was for Riki as he was always the more introverted one in your friendship. Not like anyone would be able to point that out as fact right now if they payed attention to you two tucked away on the couch as he passionately pleads his case.
Usually instead of drinking out, he’d rather drink in. It was simpler that way. Nobody trying too hard, nobody misconstruing everything and anything he’d say— just you, his interests and his peace. How you managed to drag him out with you tonight is a mystery that will remain unsolved.
The smell of his cologne and one too many shots permeates the warm air and the faith you have in your dress is nothing short of astounding as you fold one of your legs under you, the other resting on top of Riki’s foot while he finishes your drink for you— scrunching his nose before smacking his lips.
“Too sweet.” You stick your tongue out at him before swiping his drink— downing the bitter liquid out of spite.
To others, you both probably come off as more than what you are because of how close you are. Touchy enough to raise more than a few eyebrows. You aren’t though and you two never have been , it’s just how things have always been— it’s the way you’ve always been.
Close.
You both learned to ignore the stupid questions and side eyes from a society that just didn’t understand. Assumptions that because you’re both hot and tall and are basically always together that you must be fooling around.
You weren’t.
Comfort plus proximity shouldn’t be demanded to equal sex.
Cutting Riki off with a dramatic groan, you stand by your own argument.
“I’m saying guys who don’t have one exist! And that style is completely valid.” Scoffing, he doesn’t say anything for a few beats, content with massaging your leg hes pulled into his lap. Your head starts to swim as you lean back against the couch.
You’re not giving a second thought to the warm rings on his fingers wrapped around your calf, Riki’s thumb stroking your ankle absentmindedly. So used to his touch that you don’t even flinch. He’s never given you reason to. Just when you think you should’ve ate more before drinking so much, he asks— low voice full of curiosity and something that could be dangerous; plump lips tilted in a lazy grin.
“Then do you have one?”
“Huh?”
Riki laughs, jerking his chin up at you. “You heard me. Do you have one? A thing.”
In the long course of your friendship, you’ve talked about everything. Anything. Even the nothing in between but this was uncharted territory. It was also fun. The sudden intensity has your nerves going haywire— making you almost giddy as another drunken giggle spills out of you.
“Why do you wanna know?” Riki shrugs.
“Following your logic so humor me.” You roll your eyes as if contemplating before shaking your head at him, barely holding back a smile at the way he honest to god pouts.
“Come on! Pleaaasee? I’ll be your best friend?” You snort at that and the sound widens the grin on Riki’s lips, hands moving more incessantly as he whines and whines until you give in.
Motioning him closer with pretty nails that he paid for, he comes. Breathing in the sugar of your perfume as blown eyes stare into his lidded ones. The sound of partying around you has you dropping your voice to a conspiring whisper against his parted lips with how close to you he is.
He’s pretty. You think not for the first time but anyone with eyes can tell that Riki Nishimura is objectively gorgeous.
“Promise not to tell anyone?”
Still, nothing more than platonic interest as he nods, face flushed from the alcohol, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he whispers back,
“Yeah. ‘S our secret.”
Taking a deep breath that’s more his air than your own, you tell him.
“I’ve always thought anal was hot.”
Your smile is way too bright for what just came out of your mouth and more importantly, you two shouldn’t even be having this conversation as hammered as you are and yet—
Riki chokes, brows raising higher by the second. Jaw dropped like he can’t believe it once what you said truly registers. Looking you over one more time and he realizes he definitely can. “You ever done it before?” You shake your head no as the playful atmosphere shifts.
Heated but not quite on fire.
“Then what do you like so much about it if you’ve never done it?” His focus is completely zeroed in on you and it’s intense. Shifting to feign some sort of normalcy, you reach up to play with his hair.
“I mean I’ve done— have toys and stuff but I guess I just like the completely taken-ness of it? Of someone fucking both of my holes because they own both of my holes and—“,
“Because you’re a slut and you’d let them?” The low rasp is whispered directly in your mouth and the sharpness of the jab short circuits you. Riki’s called you names before and you never minded but the way he was doing it now made you want.
Earliers warmth begins to simmer low in your stomach, temperature rising. Still, you beam back at him, shameless as ever as you bat pretty lashes.
“Exactly. You know me so well.” Burying his face into your neck, he growls in your ear— rough and primal and you gasp; holding his shirt that much tighter. Moving to look into your eyes again, this time it’s there.
Neither of you say anything.
Riki’s head is still reeling from inebriation and the image of you fucking your asshole with toys you bought and never told him about while you’re fighting unconsciousness with wet panties and a content smile when—
“Yo, Niki!”
Turning his head, his friend James walks in the room. He notices the position you’re in but doesn’t say anything because he’s long since come to terms with the fact that you two aren’t like that. To him it’s unbelievable because if he had a pretty girl best friend with great style and an even better ass, he’d be all over that but to each their own.
“We’re about to go get into a couple rounds of flip over, wanna be on my team?”
Riki breaks into a grin. “I’m there, hold on”, he turns to you; kissing both your cheeks until you whine in tired irritation, pushing his face away.
“There she is— where’s your phone?” You’re ready to pass out or pee but you’re nice enough to reach inside your dress and hand him your cell before you do. Typing in your password, he sends a quick text to your other close friend Esther telling her to come pick you up because you’re clearly done for the night.
Meanwhile, his other friend Heeseung has also come to see what the hold up is as Riki helps you to your feet.
“Hey— I’m gonna go play a few games with the guys but Esther is on her way to come pick you up. Be good, okay baby?” You pout, clearly displeased by the very one sided choices made.
“I’m leaving?” Riki puffs out an amused laugh.
“Yes, I’d take you home but I’ve been drinking too so it’s not safe.” Another huff, this time you push your hair back too, lashes fluttering sweetly as you whine out,
“But I haven’t even been fucked yet.” James head snaps up, jaw dropped at the same time Riki’s eyes widen but Heeseung is quicker than the both of them, moving to you with his lips curved in an entirely too tempting smile.
“I could definitely do that for you if you’d like baby—“,
“Hmm! And that’s enough”, Riki cuts in and has you over his shoulder in record time. Sending a look to Heeseung that says ‘don’t push it’.
“Life already has her covered in that department— slow music and everything but thanks.” Walking out of the room, you wave bye to Heeseung. Wasted, tits threatening to come out any second and missing an earring while your dress has ridden up to the point where your bare ass cheek is on Riki’s jaw and Heeseung?
He waves back.
A couple minutes later Esther is there to get you, you go home while Riki stays and your earlier moment is forgotten as a fireball induced episode.
Weeks go by.
You two still hang out, you still go shopping, Esther still tells you you can ditch him at any time to bump coochies eternally with her but Riki still hasn’t forgotten what you told him that night you were so drunk that you swore you were 30 feet tall. The way you looked, the way you smelled— glossy lips parted in a devastating smile as you whispered,
“I’ve always thought anal was hot.”
Sends blood to his dick every time. It’s like your voice haunts him along with that short strapless dress and the soft plumpness of your ass when you were hoisted over his shoulder. Hes reluctant to admit that he did not like Heeseung or anyone hitting on you for that matter. Which is strange because you’ve told him about your hookups before and he’s mentioned a few of his own but he’s never seen you in that way so why?
He thinks he’s subtle trying to figure it out but he’s not.
In other words, you notice.
Riki has always had a staring problem but these days it’s become a chronic condition of his. Not just the staring but the touching.
He’s always touched you, but now he touches you like he’s looking for something, large hands constantly feeling over you. Palming your thighs, waist, neck, shoulders, hips and even your ass before smoothing up your back.
Stepping back a bit so you can look at him, the silent pressure baring down on you from the weight of his stare is unnerving.
“Niki”, you swallow down your nerves, “Is everything okay?”
You two just got back to his place from the mall, there was a new drop he wanted to get and you needed a place to show off your newest heart-shaped heels. And it had been nice but something just felt stilted.
You don’t know it but looking into your eyes, all he can picture is you on all fours playing with both your holes as you writhe dazed and needy trying to cum.
He’s touching you again, standing so close he can count the glitters scattered on your skin from your perfume. Wordlessly, he pulls you back into the hug, face buried in your throat. You shiver when he inhales, warm breath tickling you as you cautiously return the embrace. He’s touchy but he’s normally not so…clingy. Maybe something happened that he’s not ready to talk about? Or maybe it’s just been a rough wee—
“I like this top.” He mumbles, fingers brushing the hem of your arguably indecent shirt. That was just your style though. Where he was baggy, you were skimpy.
“Thanks—“,
“Like the skirt too. Where’d we get it?”
“Ed Hardy.”
“Mmm…”
Now, you’re worried.
“Okay— what’s up?” Moving back again, you’re quick to put out your hand to keep the distance when he tries to move in again.
“What are you talking about?” He’s immediately defensive. You huff.
“I mean what’s with you?” Riki stays quiet so you persist. “You’ve been so… I don’t know— weird lately. Like there’s something you’re holding back and I know”, you keep going but louder when he opens his mouth to speak, “I know I’m a lot of things but I am not dumb.”
He calls your name but you’re so fed up you’re shaking. You know that he knows how much you hate being purposefully kept in the dark.
“What is it you aren’t telling me?” Your faces crumples when he stays silent, shaking his head.
“Do you not want to be friends with me anym—“,
“No!” You jump at his sudden volume, some of the hurt easing off your face and you let him pull you in again, dropping his head on your shoulder. Overly aware of the way he can’t seem to keep off of you.
He breathes out something like a tired laugh, low and raw with hunger.
“Baby.”
Your breath hitches.
“Do you really not remember?” Goosebumps break out along your arms when you feel him nose up your jaw to your ear, kissing it with all the slow heat of a starved hellhound finally allowed to eat. Your voice comes out shaky, nothing like yourself as your heart pounds wildly.
“R-remember wh—“,
“Exactly.” What little bit of your bearings you were trying to gather scatter again when you feel tongue, sloppy and hot lapping at your throat before plump lips suck at your jaw.
“And here it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
It’s like being struck by lightning, how fast arousal burns through you. Igniting every nerve with a wicked heat. You squirm, trying to fight the way you’re actively melting against your best friend of all people. Riki groans when you say his name. A breathy, confused little thing that has him chubbing up in his pants.
“That night”, he pauses to breathe you in again. Moving like he’s drunk— he’s all over you, “At Suihiro’s party”, you admittedly remember close to nothing about that night but wait for him to continue.
“You told me you like getting your ass fucked.”
Your central system drops. Malfunctions more like.
“I— t-that’s—“, words scramble and fall apart on your tongue. So much was happening. This is your best friend. Why does he know about one of your more taboo fantasies? You’ve talked about sex but for the most part kept it brief.
This shouldn’t be happening but it is.
You shouldn’t be letting it but you are.
Nothing’s changed right?
He’s the same best friend that’s seen you wax your stomach and free-bleed when you were at the end of your rope during your period. You’ve seen him snot cry over his first kiss accidentally being a guy instead of the girl he was nuts about when you were in 8th grade.
You were the first to defend him in anything. The first to include him when he was excluded and the only to stand by him when he’d get exiled as the quiet weird kid until he developed and got hot. Then suddenly all his imperfections were chic.
You were there for each other through it all.
“It’s okay”, he purrs, hands greedily kneading your waist before smoothing up your sides, thumbs caressing just below your breasts.
“I’m not making fun of you— I think it’s hot too.”
More wet kisses rain down on any skin he can reach, mouth open and ravenous when he slots it against yours. It’s filthy, your tongues sliding and curling around each other while you hang onto him like your life depends on him.
Riki’s lips feel so good on yours it leaves you breathless. Ridiculously plush lips pull and suck at yours and the pleading moan you sigh into his mouth drives him off the edge of reason. He needs to have you.
One hand leaves your waist to grab the hair at the back of your head, holding you harder to his mouth as he moves his head to deepen the kiss, sucking on your tongue until you feel it in your clit and distantly it dawns on you.
You’re wet.
“Niki…”, you breathe. Barely more than a whimper but the pure need in it has him sliding off your lips with a harsh suck.
Panting against his mouth, he rests his forehead against yours, swallowing your taste as he breathes in another lungful of you. The fingers wound in your hair tighten, making you bare your throat and the even the sting feels good.
“Fuck, don’t say my name like that”, starving eyes take in the picture you make. Eyeliner starting to smudge because of your teary eyes, lip color smudged to all hell on your kiss-swollen lips, stiff nipples poking through your shirt.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy”, surging to your mouth again, Riki kisses you until the breath you inhale— he exhales. He kisses you with the encompassing desperation of the voice screaming in his head mine, mine, mine.
“Thought about you for weeks”, he confesses. “Please,”, kissing his way back down your throat, teeth grazing your pulse, holding his tongue flush to it long enough to feel every quickened beat. He’s never been this out of his mind and he can’t seem to stop and what’s worse?
You don’t want him to.
“I want to sooo bad— but only if you want to-“, you cup his face to slow him down a little, ground him even though yes, you do want to but it’s affection. Affection from you. Don’t you know what that does to him? Picking you up, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
Your eyes widen when you feel how hard he is but Riki doesn’t pay it any mind, too busy sucking countless bruises into your neck. Moaning high and needy when his full lips brush over that spot that makes you shiver.
“Niki…” you start but in all honesty you don’t know where to. You can’t believe you missed the budding attraction between you two. How one little spark could turn into a house fire.
“Yeah, pretty? M’here.”
And he wasn’t making things easier for you.
“You’re— hard…”, voice trailing off almost shyly but to him it’s cute. You’re normally so bold, cheeky and now? Raising his head level to yours he smiles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Of course I’m hard— been hard for weeks. Ever since you told me that you like to fuck yourself, toys and all in—“, another slot of heat slams through you so strongly it makes you gasp, slapping a palm over his mouth before he can finish.
“Riki Nishimura!”
The smug look doesn’t go away as you slowly move your hand, silently daring him to run his mouth one more time. He doesn’t have to, you do it for him when that last bit catches up.
“Wait, I told you about the toys?” He shouldn’t revel in your obvious embarrassment so much but your reactions were so, so good. Instead, he simply nods, going back to smooching slow, heated kisses up your jaw.
“And the worst part is you don’t even need ‘em”,
“I’ll fuck you wherever you want, baby.” His voice is coated with honey, sweet enough to make you dissolve into him like a sugar cube in tea. Shifting you in his hold, he grinds against your pussy. The wet fabric clings deliciously to your clit, a perfect friction that has you keening needily into his mouth.
“Jus’ gotta let me…”, Riki drags your bottom lip out with his teeth before letting go, kissing it when it pops back into place and blood roars in your ears. Then, you’re nodding. Handing over your willing and eager consent to the one person you thought you’d never get with.
Faster than you can keep track of, you’re thrown over a shoulder and then on top of a bed.
Riki moves fast.
Clothes fly.
First his, then yours. You can’t help the way you stare— from his pretty face down the toned contours of his body and the tattoo he wound up getting of your lips one night when a friend of yours asked if you two were dating.
“She’s my best friend, no we’re not a couple.” When he got asked why not, you simply bent down, lifted Riki’s shirt and pressed your lips tight against the flat of his pelvis. Winking at him when you were done, you pranced off with the next dummy that wouldn’t last a week with you.
His friend was stunned but Riki was all too used to it.
“Too busy being a sex symbol.” Shooting him a sleazy grin, he points to your fresh lipstick. “See?”
Your eyes trail lower to the concerningly large bulge; whining low in your throat when you imagine it inside you. Pulling Riki to your lips he’s practically falling over to kiss you. Lips move firm against each other, fruity smelling breath coasts across his mouth in hot puffs making him groan.
He’s so hard.
The low sound rouses something inside you as you lick across the seam of his mouth, taking his bottom lip in your own mouth; sucking before pulling away with a wet moan— looking up at the remnants of Riki’s sanity with hazy ‘fuck me’ eyes.
Oh it’s like that?
Wordlessly, Riki flips you onto your stomach, ignoring your indignant huffs as he arches your back nice and high— ass perfectly displayed. The sight makes him groan, brows furrowed in restraint. Your cunt looks good enough to eat, darkened fabric hugging your pussy lips because of how soaked you are.
“Damn, look at her— so sloppy f’me…”
Your breath stutters so hard you choke, cunt clenching around nothing when you feel him drag your underwear down your trembling thighs. Partially because of nerves and because you know any moment now, he’ll see it. And he does.
Right when he deepens your arch, hips tilting when he catches a glimpse of it.
There, above your sopping wet pussy is your other hole and snug inside is a crystal clear plug. Your hole is stretched around it, giving your asshole the prettiest fucking gape but what really gets him is the sound you make when he tugs it juuust a little.
Riki freezes, cock twitching almost violently.
Slick drips steadily out of you now, making a mess on his sheets when he does it again, feeling the way your hole grips the intrusion.
“You really are a little anal slut”, squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head no against the pillows but the proof is right in front of him.
Cooing, Riki cracks a heavy hand down on your ass and you jerk— bleating out a sharp cry as he does it again to your opposite cheek. The pain feels so good. Your watery eyes glaze over while your swollen pussy leaks.
“No? Then why is she so wet, baby?” You don’t have an answer and you both know why.
“Has this been in the entire time?” It’s too embarrassing to say. Makes you feel called out, exposed— like a pervert but you don’t wanna stop.
Riki keeps you spread and arched for him as he brings his hand lower, flicking your clit with a sudden brutal kind of precision as you scream. You know what you have to do if you want him to ease up but you stay silent until the flicks turn into slaps— sharp, direct and punishing on your poor nub.
The sounds are disgusting.
Sloppy and vulgar and everything that’s been consuming him as he watches you smear your makeup drooling into his pillow. Heat flashes inside you in waves, smashing your sense onto the shores of shameful desperation.
More slaps hail down on your puffy folds when you don’t respond, strings of your wet slick stick to his hand every time he brings it down on you. On one particularly harsh hit, his warm ring catches on your clit nearly sending you into convulsions as you break— voice wrecked and pathetic.
“Mmmph— y-yesss! Fuck me, yess-! s’ been in the whole time”, your voice cracks in a way that sounds nothing like you as you beg. “Please— Niki!”
The hand between your thighs goes from punishing to rewarding, swirling your clit in nasty circles. You’re so wet it’s obscene, audible. Riki presses himself flush to your back, biting the mark he left over your pulse hard enough to make you writhe while your pussy cries all over his hand.
You spread your legs wider when he backs up a bit just to look at you. Asshole stuffed, folds swollen and enflamed after being spanked raw, slick dripping in rivulets because your cunt is still empty as you present yourself for him so prettily.
“Look at you”, his timbre pours over you like warm velvet. “She’s drooling so much— s’like she’s starving.”
His other hand smooths up the soft curve of your ass, tracing the base of your toy before tugging— the first flared ball pops from your rim and the result is instantaneous.
He watches your pussy convulse, spasming tight around nothing at the same time your clit throbs against his fingers as he strums the overstimulated nub faster. The cry that comes out of you is visceral, hardly passable as cute to your own ears but you’re so lost in the depravity of pleasure that how it all looks doesn’t matter.
“Such a messy little slut.”
And shoves it right back in, the force of pressure felt through that gooey spot near your bellybutton and for a second you think he’s killed you.
Your entire body locks before exploding. Eyes rolling back, drool pooling beneath your cheek as white-hot pleasure overtakes you. A wet noise between a moan and a scream belts from your chest before ending in a sob of his name seconds before your pussy starts to gush and he moans with you. Biting his lip at the absolute scene you make.
“Thaaats my good fuckin’ girl…”, he hisses through clenched teeth. “Pissing cum all over me, just what we needed, yeah baby?” Jesus fuck.
You wail. Riki doesn’t stop.
So you keep cumming. Harder than you ever have— hard enough to make your head begin to hurt, legs shaking as you begin to cry in earnest, fat tears streaking your once perfect makeup. Every wracked sob is met with a burning heavy spank. When you try to get away, move up the bed to catch some type of break, large fingers wind around your neck to hold you in place.
“C—“, your voice cracks. “Came already! M’ done!”
Riki hums, as if contemplating the validity of your statement before fucking two fingers in your empty hole with a damningly loud squelch. She immediately tightens, sucking his fingers like it’s exactly what she was crying so much for and he can feel it.
The way she clenches in greedy pulses.
Scoffing out a condescending laugh through his nose, he grinds the heel of his palm on your still throbbing clit.
“No you’re not, not even close but you’re gonna be good for me until I say you are. Okay?”
And you nod. Because you’d let him do whatever he wanted to you and he knows that.
You’d always let him.
Times when you were out together with your friends and you’d get overwhelmed and ask to be alone and when they’d leave he’d stay because he knew you’d let him. The constant in your life.
The constant exception.
You’ve loved him since day one.
You gasp when he twists his fingers inside your sappy walls and his name escapes your lips needy and unbidden. Draping himself over you, he’s there— leaning over to meet you in another wet kiss. Shudders wrack your body as he licks into your mouth, tongue undulating against yours in the nastiest movements and more heat washes over you making you twitch around him as you get wetter.
There’s 3 fingers now, stretching you out something utterly sick. Chest heaving, there’s no time to catch your breath when his thumb is back on your clit— strumming in mean, heady swipes.
You lose it.
Thick, wet trills shred your throat— pressure building until you can’t take it. Riki watches you fall apart again for him, hypnotized by the way your cunt swallows his fingers. His entire hand is covered in you as your breath quickens. Your raw, teary sobs has his cock aching as they take on another pitch entirely. “You— fuck-! ‘S always you!”
Something darker than possessiveness rolls over him at your confession, pupils widening with a frightening kind of hunger when he curls his fingers— knuckling into that gooey spot that turns you to static as you drool.
You were so lovely like this—sweaty and overwhelmed. All for him; pretty face contorted in agonizing bliss as you cum with spread legs in his lap— drenching you both in your juices. Dipping his head, he takes your mouth in another melty kiss, grinding his leaky erection against your ass, groaning when he feels your slick walls pulsate.
“Gonna cum again, sweetness?” Riki purrs lowly against your lips, lapping a hot swipe across the seam of your open mouth.
Stars dance in your eyes as you nod, letting out a weak hiccuping sob of what you hope sounds like confirmation. Heat coils tight and thick in your center— consuming you in its raw bliss. “Words baby, the ones you love mouthing off t’me with.”
Immediately, indignation sears across your face as you shake your head to deny it. Pointless because it’s true. You have a smart mouth— always had a smart smooth and because he’s always around you, he usually catches the worst of it. Riki hums, brow raising in mock belief.
“No? That couldn’t have been you”, he concedes, really fucking into your g-spot now as he fucks your sopping cunt with a vicious precision. “Not when all it takes to get you so sweet and obedient is a stuffed asshole and someone touching your crybaby pussy right?”
Oh god. He’s trying to kill you.
“You’re a good girl as long as you get these greedy holes fucked, yeah?”
“Y-yeah.. ‘m your good girl.”
A clear slot of arousal soaked in satisfaction, settles in his gut before pooling out, leaving him scorching from the inside out.
Thrusting harder, he switches from the heel of his hand to thumb— treating your clit like a fidget toy; moving the plug in tandem, your puffy rim squeezing and stretching. It’s entirely too much, your skin practically vibrating when he starts to batter that spot that has your teary eyes rolling all the way back.
Squirming, your swiftly approaching end is so piercing you don’t know what to do with yourself. Watery babbles pour from your swollen, spit-soaked lips, trying so hard to listen.
Riki hisses as you tighten like a vice, creamy squelching from your pulpy cunt echo in a spine tingling harmony with your moans.
You’re on cloud nine, body one raw nerve from the pleasure but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he goes harder; veiny forearms bulging as he works you stupid. “Just like that, pretty. We needed this sooo bad..” He breathes out, voracious want in his voice and you push out a hoarse cry.
“I know,” his low voice cooes— your toes point and relax as your body is submerged in wave after wave of numbing euphoria; your best friend watching you go brainless in real time.
“Can’t believe you thought I didn’t wanna be friends anymore…”
The idea of him ever leaving you before was ridiculous but especially now. Enamored with the lewd way your stuffed hole stretches around his fingers, clit fat with arousal, the next heavy strums are personal. “I wanna be everything, pretty girl”, you can hardly breathe anymore, mouth open in a choked wail as his thick digits pummel you.
“And you, gorgeous”, leaning over you again, he kisses you feverishly— filling your mouth with tongue as you suck on the wet muscle. Riki growls, letting you get your fill until he pulls away with a wet slop.
“You’re gonna cum for me.”
He slams your plug in to the hilt so he can hold you still; broad hand snapping around your windpipe to hold you to the bed— make you take it while he talks you right off the edge.
Truth is you couldn’t hold it if you tried. The first wave has your stomach caving. Ecstasy— brighter than you’ve ever known it burns a hole straight through your gut as you spin the fuck out.
Convulsing, grunting— the simmering heat boils over you and you cum so hard the sounds coming from you aren’t even human. Raw. Unfiltered. Ugly—as Riki fucks you through it making your empty head spin at the effortless way he holds you down.
“Yeahhh baby”, he husks lowly, “Let her make her slutty mess f’me..”
It’s hell at this point.
Every nerve seems to grow teeth, you feel like you’ve been dunked in lava as he crooks his fingers juuust right into that melty nook; your jaw drops in a silent scream— mind blank as he chokes you out with his thick fingers so deep you erupt.
The sound of your gushing pussy sets his blood alight so wickedly it borders on sickening. You’re too gone to notice as you squirt all over him. Letting go of your throat to bully your clit, the headrush intensifies your sensitivity. Utterly torn wails stream from your mouth when Riki strums the flat of his fingers fast over your pulsating bundle of nerves. “Keep cumming, gorgeous— squirt yourself to a headache f’me.”
You’re shaking, incoherent— countless orgasms bleeding into another as you burst. It’s unending. It’s hedonistic.
He doesn’t care and you don’t either.
He’s suffered wanting you and know he knows you want him too. You don’t know how long of a time you’re in for.
Fingers spread you out as he thrusts away, other hand beating your clit with light spanks. You don’t know if you’re dying or going crazy but it’s addictive— Riki. Your Niki. Indulging you and owning you until you break.
The sobs and cries turn positively shrill when he snatches your plug all the way out. Cursing loud when he watches how your asshole stays open like something’s in it even though she’s empty— used rim twitching as she gapes deliciously.
You’re nothing but a hoarse, broken down sob as you cum again from the continued stimulation— miserably soaking you both in your release as you gush deliriously, finally collapsing boneless on his sheets.
Panting, you try to catch your breath when wet fingers tap your lip. On autopilot, you suck them into your mouth, tongue curling around each one under Riki’s molten gaze.
“That’s it, clean yourself off my fingers like a good fucktoy.”
His rasped words send another twinge to your overstimulated pussy.
You’ve pretty much lost your voice at this point but he still hears when you ask,
“Gonna fuck me now?”
Slow kisses follow down your sweat slick spine, his fat tongue following the sheen and he hums at the taste of you. Before he can answer your hands are on your ass, spreading yourself and letting him get a good look at your sloppy, abused holes.
Riki’s mind goes blank.
You keep talking. Any lingering shyness having left sometime when he had you coming in rotation.
“Y-You,” you choke out, breath coming in short pants, “Every time I’d sit in your lap I-I wondered—what it would be like.” You look into Riki’s eyes, pretty eye makeup ruined, black streaks down your cheeks— even your falsies had come off but damn it all, you’ve never looked lovelier.
“You’re so big, Ki.”
And for the second time since he’s known you, Riki’s mind goes completely blank.
Raising your hips, he eyes the way you clench your thighs. Suddenly remembering something unfortunately important, he holds you still against him— sliding his flushed cock through the tiny hole at the apex of your thighs. Riki drops his head to your shoulder with a pained groan feeling syrupy wetness coat his length. Along with your clit throbbing against him and you whine when he doesn’t move.
“Inside”, you plead but it kills him to tell you—
“I don’t have any condoms on me, baby”.
The way you look back at him, like the waterworks are about to start any moment because you’re not getting the rest of what you want is as endearing as it is heartbreaking.
Rushing to console you, he adds,
“I know we’re both clean but you’re not on the pill either, sweetheart.” Fuck he’s right.
Shoving your face into the pillow with your lashes on it, you scream out a frustrated cry. Still, his hands roam all over your heated body, trying to think through the arousal deepening the red of his very blood to come up with a safe, suitable alternative but he can’t resist.
Rocking his hips through the tight space between your thighs. The hot friction against your clit is heavenly with the soft fat of your warm thighs squeezing his cock— your shaky sigh makes his ears perk up. Running his fingers down your back to your perfect ass, thrusting faster as she slobbers more each time his fat head catches on your engorged clit.
Taking your hand fisting the sheets, he raises it to his lips— kissing the back of it so reverently it makes your heart stutter. He leans down after and kisses you like he loves you because he does. Bossy, shameless and critical, easy when the mood struck you and more understanding than people would ever give you credit for but his. Difficult and teasing in short clothes— but his.
And you were close.
You’re getting close, this time with him. You were already so sensitive and he’s pent up with weeks of you running through his mind naked in every position imaginable. You writhe against him restlessly when he presses his pelvis flush to your ass, glancing below to look at his pretty dick— glistening with pre and you.
Riki goes faster as you throb against each other. Drenched, filthy and wrecked.
“Next time”, he rasps- voice ragged with promise. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”
Fingers brush the entrance of your pussy to your ass, circling more wetness along the rim— Riki moaning at the way you jolt, begging hole winking at him.
You’re a lunatic. You must be. That’s the only excuse you can think of when you use the one good deep breath you’ve been able to catch to say—
“I-I can’t wait”, you swallow. “Want you to ruin both your holes.” He already was going to but you just pushed up the deadline.
“You have no idea, baby. Gonna fuck you so stupid, just how you like.”
Your breath catches in that whiny bleat it does when you’re at your limit— it makes his balls ache when suddenly you’re creaming. The milky white painting his cock like gloss and it fucks him up so badly that he’s cumming right after.
Teeth sinking into your neck, molten cum spurts out in fat chords, thick and heavy and so much— frothy streams that just don’t stop, pumping in sopping grinds that nuzzle your slippery folds and the sensation makes you purr.
“Fuckin’ milking me— damn…”
The aftermath is hot. The lean muscle of Riki’s body, covered in each others release— his big hands steady on your waist to help you fuck yourself through it. The rush of adrenaline leaves your head dizzy, falling flat on your stomach with Riki on top of you.
You don’t mind the weight, in fact you welcome it. Humming with a delighted, thoroughly exhausted sigh. Closing your eyes, you feel him pepper kisses along your shoulders, kissing your cheek with a tenderness you rarely get to witness so earnestly. He was sweet like that.
“I like you. Let me be your boyfriend.”
And demanding.
Sleepily, you shrug— not even trying to hide your grin.
“Sure, I’d love to.” You peek an eye open at the stunned expression on his face.
“Don’t look so surprised, you know I love you.” For someone who was saying the raunchiest shit to your face only minutes ago with no shame whatsoever, now blushing because you just told him you love him back is—
“I know, I love you too just—“, you cut him off with a dramatic gasp.
“Then why’d you say you only like me?”
“I was trying to be nonchalant!” It’s so ridiculously him that you can’t help but beam, flipping over to hug him properly and he holds you just as tight; burying his face in your naked chest.
“Whatever, you’re my girlfriend now— no take backs.” A bubbly laugh shoots out of you as he scoops you up, heading to the bathroom so you can clean up— sighing contently in his arms while you agree.
᧔♡᧓ grumpy riki! x sunshine reader! y/n ignoring riki so much, confused riki, surprise birthday party, mention of insecurities, a tiny bit suggestive, comfort
eight. next.
notes : miu here ! im back yall 🥳 so sorry for the little inactivity but i was suffering so bad but IM BACK, hope you guys liked this chapter. only one chapter left before the end of "don’t make me beg" 🥲 (if you didn’t get tag in the taglist, it’s mostly because i couldn’t find your username!)
✩ ₊˚ making niki take you in backshots as punishment
"please, baby. i wanna see your pretty face," niki pleads for the umpteenth time.
niki will take you however you need him to, but you and him both know he prefers it when you're facing him.
tonight you're denying him of that pleasure, not even straining your neck to spare him a glance.
"m-mm. no riki. take me just like this, since you want to–shit–act out."
his hips slow into deep strokes. he's close and he knows you are too. but he doesn't want to finish like this.
"y/n, i'm sorry. i promise i won't do it again, hm? just let me flip you over, or at least look at me."
you push your hips back into his, chasing your own pleasure, while pretending to still think about it. "what do i get out of it, hm?"
niki almost rolls his eyes, but he knows he's already on thin ice. anymore mishaps you might leave him with blue balls. "the best orgasm of your life," he replies.
you suck your teeth. "fine, riki."
he barely wastes a second before he's flipping you over and manhandling your legs onto his shoulders, damn near folding you in half.
he slips back into you with a moan, finally being able to see that beautiful face he's fallen in love with.
"f-fuck baby. you look sooo good." he groans, hips pounding into you. you clench at the praise, moans starting to flow out as he repeatedly hits that spot inside of you.
his eyes never leave your face, every reaction and twitch going straight to his dick. and then you make a face he knows all too well.
"you close, baby?" he grunts, trying to keep up his pace.
"yes, please– don't stop." now you're the one pleading. he could be mean. he could deny you of a sweet release like you did him, but at this point he needed to see you cum more than you needed to feel it.
"cum on this dick, y/n, give it to me. fuck–"
like a rubber band, you snap, legs shaking as you clench around him, his release following soon after.
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a/n: i literally wrote this all in one go idk i got bored. anyways i think he would genuinely like to be all up in ur face during sex so . yea
a/n ⋮ i hadn't originally intended to make a pt 2 to this one but i had a couple of ideas floating around in my brain and i thought to just add onto this one cause y'all loved it sm 🙈 also totally NOT posting this while at a wedding… hahahah… that’d be crazy….👀
⋮ pt 1 ⋮ pt 2 ⋮
now playing ▶︎ ─•───── the chase ⋮ hearts2hearts ♫
any girl would want to imagine themselves talking to heeseung.
getting good morning texts from him.
hearing about his day.
having him check in on them when they were upset.
being told they were pretty by lee heeseung himself.
that was every fangirl’s dream, wasnt it?
for most people, maybe.
for you, it felt more like a nightmare.
because you werent just a fan.
you were the fan.
the girl whose entire account revolved around him. the girl who spent years posting edits, defending him in arguments, counting down comebacks, and, most embarrassingly of all, barking for him on twitter so abnormally that it somehow became your most popular tweet.
so no, your first thought wasnt that lee heeseung had somehow fallen for you.
your brain refused to let you believe that.
instead, it offered you two possibilities.
the first was ridiculous.
that out of millions of fans, he noticed you.
that he genuinely liked talking to you.
that every late-night conversation, every good morning text, every hour spent getting to know each other had been real.
that somewhere along the way, he had actually fallen for you.
the second possibility felt much easier to believe.
that he was bored.
that he saw your account, saw how devoted you were, and thought it would be funny.
that you were entertainment.
a joke that had gone too far.
and unfortunately, your mind had already decided which option sounded more realistic.
it wasn’t that you wanted to think badly of him.
god, if anything, you wanted the opposite.
you wanted to believe that jae was real.
that the person who stayed awake talking to you until the morning after was real.
that the person who remembered the smallest details about your day was real.
that the person who made your heart race every time his name appeared on your screen wasn’t some carefully constructed version of himself.
you wanted to believe all of it.
but every time you got close, the same thought dragged you back down again.
why would lee heeseung choose me?
and no matter how many times you asked yourself, you couldn’t find an answer.
with a sigh, you reached for your phone.
avoiding him clearly wasn’t helping.
letting him sit on opened messages while you spiralled through every worst-case scenario imaginable wasn’t helping either.
if anything, it was making everything worse.
you deserved answers.
so before you could change your mind, you opened your chat with him and stared at the blinking cursor.
it was time to stop hiding from the situation and actually hear him out.
