hihi, you DONT have to do this right now unless you can bc of ex*ms but i have another request yes yes i know 🙄 🙄
can you right niki x reader and reader loves his long fingers sm and is like hyper fixated on them BADDDD and niki notices and like does something about it 🥹
In fandom twitter right now there is a lot of discussions about fanfic prose and just the quality of fanfic in general and it's kinda annoying me how picky people are being with fanfic like don't get me wrong it's one thing to start reading and be like meh I don't really like this and scroll but to publicly go out and say fanfic writers need to read more books to improve their writing is crazy to me like why are we comparing fic writers who do this FOR FREE MIND YOU to published writers with years of experience who have teams of editors and such.... like the entitlement is crazy. If you're looking for that level of writing just go read a book but how can you expect fic writers who write one shots to maintain that level of quality for every single fic... like the plot is them making out and fucking i promise it isn't meant to be that serious 😭😭 and don't even get me started on the ones that actually critique fics without the author asking for it...
you can last till june🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀you WILL pass your exams🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀you ARE the goat🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀you ARE smart🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀
you got this🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀
I believe in myself, i got a 9 FINALLY in english 🙏 but math wont look good (ive tried passing maths like 3 times.) …. I will reward myself with albums and photocards.
Thank u for ur positivity i love u my loyal follower babygoblinn
The house now desolate and messy, you decided to finally emerge from the bedroom you found yourself hiding in for most of the party.
You would have gone home, if not for the fact that you said you would stay with him to help tidy the mess the guests made after they got lost into the night.
There were cups pretty much everywhere, you swore you didn’t see that many people when you did your rounds before giving up socialising for the night.
The bottles were all empty, thankfully none smashed and there was just a general disarray which is to be expected after such an intense night.
In your dazed state from exhaustion, you helplessly picked up the bottles and cups and started to tidy more. You weren’t the type to leave the house messy, you certainly never liked people dealing with things on their own.
You continued with your task, finishing off picking up the cups from the floor when you felt a presence behind you.
There’s usually some people who didn’t find their way home, you just suspected that it was another one of your drunken friends who had woken up from their pass out.
You thought nothing of it, you just carried on with your mind list of chores.
“Hey,” a deep voice said, sounding tired and defeated. Almost angry even?
You knew who it was just from the voice alone, tones you were all too familiar with at these parties. And a man who was also all too familiar with you.
“Oh, hey!” You replied, not wanting to sound off putting since you assumed he was angry for whatever reason.
“I uh- just wanted to talk,” a long sigh left his lips as you turned around to finally face him and potentially get into something.
“Niki look i know trust me, is it something about how i hid away all of the time? If so please put me in my place and show me how to enjoy the presence of all these guys practically vandalising your house,” assuming the least but most obvious answer.
He looked great, his figure complemented in black and his bleach blonde hair messily falling in-front of his face. Thats it, a mess. But a tempting mess.
“Listen, just because you don’t enjoy parties doesn’t mean you can hide away the whole time. I want to see you, i want to talk”.
You already knew this was lies, so you confronted him with his truth.
“You want to show me off don’t you,” you said completely abandoning the tasks you set for yourself to focus on the way he reacted to you.
His mouth stayed shut, he just breathed out heavily. Signifying that he was already done with your attitude.
“Well is it the truth because it seems like this is the only reason you invite me to come over?”
He didn’t verbalise a reply, just turned around and guided you down the hallway with a beckoning.
You instinctively stayed still, not having been near him in a while; you didnt like how bad he seemed to be at communicating with you now.
“What?,” you asked, remaining stationary.
He shot you a look as if you were joking with him, his eyes rolling.
“Come on, come and explain yourself. Why do you think i want to show you off? Why would you think i want to do that..?,” he trailed off into a rhetoric. He seemed personally bothered by the fact that you were confident enough to think that highly about yourself without him praising you for it and telling you that himself.
But maybe thats where he was coming from.
“Come and show me why I might want to show off a pretty girl like you”.
The rest of the house was pretty tidy, assuming someone had cleaned it up or the drunken crowd couldn’t work out how to use the stairs.
The room that you knew as Nikis even cleaner. He was the host after all, you always knew him as a clean type even though his actions didn’t really prove that.
Especially not in this moment.
But the bed was layed perfectly, a dim orange lamp illuminating the room and his playlist on in the background for some ambience.
You were living for the moment, even though you thought there was no way anything could possibly happen between you two, not again.
You hadn’t had sex since the last time you were all too willing to reciprocate Nikis advances, you had learnt your lesson by now on how he displays his ‘need’.
A hand around the waist, a whisper in the ear. He was casual but polite about it, enough to make you melt into his actions.
And you hadn’t kept your distance from him exactly either. You both wouldn’t make things official, work getting in the way. But it was obvious some feelings were forming, the world always bringing you together even if you didn’t plan it.
Bumping into each other at the store, being at the same random restaurant at the same time or even when you went on a trip to Tokyo with your friends, you still saw him.
You shrugged it off, but your superstitions were too strong to play it off as coincidence.
And because you knew his advances, you thought he was just taking you into his room to have a private conversation incase anyone somehow found themselves back at the house or even still being inside it.
How silly. You had forgotten what he even said to you in your dozing.
He welcomed you to sit down on his bed, you made yourself comfortable and ran your fingers through your hair for something to do to alleviate the awkwardness you felt.
He didn’t sit next to you, instead choosing the chair at his desk.
“I miss you,” he said, convincingly.
“What do you mean miss me? I’ve been right here,” you just wouldn’t budge your attitude, not to be messy and sassy but rather to provoke him.
You didn’t want to start anything, but it was fun seeing him a little impatient.
He again rolled his eyes,
“You and your attitude huh?”
You cracked a smile, you knew it wasn’t a bother when you both giggled.
“What about it? You missed my attention didn’t you,” you pressed.
“Huh i guess i did, i miss your attention. You seem a little off, is everything okay?” He turned his head to the side like a puppy.
“No I’m fine, just thinking thats all”.
Thinking? Thinking? That was certainly true, but not for an answer. More about what you wanted to happen. But there was no way right? He’s so nonchalant about it. You shook it off.
He let out what you can only describe as a growl, he sensed that something was wrong and walked over to the bed to sit next to you.
“You know you can tell me anything,” he says as he sits down opposite you, reaching for your hands.
Your vulnerability grew, not like you minded. It was just the way he was able to shift you from being bratty and pessimistic to being soft and gentle.
Your change caught you off guard.
“I miss you too.” You forced it out.
There was nothing more you could say, you just looked at him.
And the expression he shot back was all too familiar. No words were needed, you just knew.
You both sat there for a few, hand in hand.
“You know I invite you to be near to you, i like asking you around. And all i have wanted is to be alone with you after all this time.” An honest answer, Nikis eyes falling upon your body.
He was hungry, there was no doubt about it.
“And all you do is hide away,” he continued. You felt guilty, he sounded so upset but not angry. Just rather disappointed. Dissatisfied.
“I know I’m sorry”.
“I miss seeing your face, i miss hearing your voice. I invited you over just so i could see you”.
You just gave in, regret becoming evident on your face by the way he reacted.
His hands unlocked from yours, moving to the sides of your face.
You kept your eyes on him, you couldn’t take them off him. He truly looked amazing and deep down you’d been waiting for another advancement from him for a while. You just didn’t expect that it would be tonight.
“You have to keep your eyes on me. If you don’t pay attention to me all night you will now,” he grew frustrated. The attention you hadn’t been trying to deprive him of had him erratic.
You got lost in your own mind for a second. The suddenness of it all was all too overwhelming. But you didn’t mind, the pacing in your mind slowed when he placed a hand on the back of your head and layed you down gracefully. Gently.
Too gently, your guilt still screaming at you for repercussion.
Niki sat back up after laying you down, pulling the black shirt off his figure in one movement.
“Niki,” you said in a questioning tone, though there was nothing to be answered. More a demand in the form of “don’t be gentle. I can handle it”
And you knew you could.
He didn’t hold back.
Your clothes were demanded off of you, and you complied. You wanted this now, your provocation ignited him.
His hands worked faster, instantly locking position on either side of you as your lips met each other .
He started slow, passionate but grew hungry. Fast.
“You’ll behave right? Remember eyes on me,” he growled.
Eyes on me.
You scanned his body and it was instantly met with a hand firm on your face.
“Listen”.
You were desperate so you did as he said, which he rewarded with a subsequent, passionate thrust into you.
You didn’t have time to adjust, you caught so off guard that your head threw back involuntarily.
You instantly fixed your mistake, refocusing your gaze on his face. A look of ‘really?’ showing on it.
“Fuck I’m sorry”. Whispered you out of the mouth that once argued, but now merely lingered in the air.
“What was that princess? Speak up, i know you can,” Niki was full of compliments even though you told him to not be gentle, he still respected you.
Thats why you felt differently, he always treated you so perfectly. Perfectly satisfying every inch of your body with his power.
“Please keep going,”You insisted, he smiled and kissed you as he continued to move. Slowly, but forcefully.
You felt like you deserved it, the regret was being forgotten and replaced by the force of him fucking himself into you.
He moved up, repositioning himself. Allowing the necklace he never took off to make contact with your nose slightly.
Your eye contact reminded fixed on each other, your hands moved to his back.
Your nails scratched his skin, his breath grew heavy. He stopped moving, sat up and grabbed your wrists and forced them above your head.
One hand of his could hold them down perfectly. The other laying beside you again.
“You said to not be gentle?” He checked in, he looked soft, his pupils wide with lust.
“I did say that, why are you asking?”
“Im just checking if you can handle it, thats all darling,” he replied, smirking at your fluster.
He moved again, your moans erratic and loud.
And he had no issue with this, kissing your cheeks and whining himself.
You both moved against each other, the tension building as your voices collided in the air and complemented each other.
The way he was holding you, his eyes telling you words he wouldn’t verbalise, and the way he was making you feel was ecstatic. He continued to grow the pace, your sensitivity heightening as your eyes teared. But not once leaving his.
The pace of his started to falter, he let go of your hands and they instantly found their way down to his back again as he steadied himself and leant his forehead against yours.
“Fuck im close-“ your words stumbled, he smiled at you in response weakly.
“Mmhm, i can tell. Not yet, keep going”.
It was torture, the knot in your stomach begging to be lifted and your legs screaming to relax. But you’d asked for it and he was giving you exactly what your desperation wanted.
You only lasted for a couple minutes longer before you repeated your phrase, “please i cant-“
His eyebrows furrowed, otherwise an expression of focus was what you could gather.
“Come for me, you deserve it baby”.
His words echoed through your mind, instantly letting go and breaking the eye contact.
“So pretty- good girl” his moans breaking his sentences as he followed in his own orgasm.
The moment took a while to still, at least of felt like a while as you lay next to one and other trying not to lose yourself to sleep. What felt like a punishment to ask for turned into reward, feeling nothing but empowerment from the way the night flipped itself.
“You won’t hide next time now,” Niki pestered.
“If you do this every time, maybe,” you giggled as he pulled you closer.
updates on exams, they still beating your ass or did you assert dominance
Okay so these are mocks before the actual ones because guess who failed their exams so many times. Yes im stuck in the loophole >:( BUT as far as i can tell i fucking ATE UP this english exam. Though, the maths one is on Friday and i cannot do maths to save my life (# diagnosed dyscalculia) so we just pray i can dominate math.
But, until June im basically all exams. Which is…. So great!
(Also fic is coming tonight i just have to edit it :P)
Ive been too busy working on my Australian accent to write a fic but i will tomorrow guys i get yall want piwon spice and youll get it. I just wrote the Jake one for fun 🚬
“Do you really think you can look at me like that and me not do something?”
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Your casual interactions had left you wondering about your feelings, the small talk and bumps in the hallway felt like more..
|sub!Jake x femtop!reader
Wordcount- 2.1k
Handjobs, light chocking, dacryphilia. :3
{please enjoy its a little different and im sure there’s mistakes i am very tired… heh - lia}
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The company cafe was stationary, with all the groups in training rooms repeating choreo after choreo hour after hour.
You sat there, hand in palm, the other tapping your coffee cup.
Sighing, peering out the window and looking over the city as clouds glazed over the skyscrapers you felt empty.
You finished your coffee and got up, pouting as you did so.
The building was huge, there had to be something to do.
It was growing late into the evening, the orange tinges of the sunset through the corridors made you look like you were in a dream.
You got lost in it all, the calm after the intense day feeling like a weight had been lifted off your soul.
“Shit” you exclaimed, the vending machine once again declining your credit card. You hadn’t eaten in a while, your schedule being so full recently and the rest of your group going home at any chance they got.
But you liked to stay late, training all day and late into the night. There wasn’t a day for the past 2 months where you hadn’t left earlier than 2 am.
You just stared, stared at the snacks your body practically yearned for at this point.
“Are you…okay?” A familiar voice softly uttered from the hallway behind you.
“Mmh yeah. These damn vending machines never work”
A defeated sigh was all you could muster. You didn’t even think to look back at who was talking to you. Honestly, you didn’t think to as your brain was too hungry to think straight.
A hand softly pushed you to the side, stumbling back and out of your own head, your eyes met his.
“It doesn’t matter, I’ll buy it for you. What do you want?”
This person wasn’t so unknown to you at all, the face you saw was very familiar.
You often met Jake in the dance rooms, the music awards when you’d have to share taxis with other groups and usually, in the hallways.
You always had small talk, would smile at each other sweetly every time you saw each other but you never did more than that. But your observations of him and the tiny interactions you did have made you develop a slight crush on him.
Even though you hadn’t acted on your thoughts yet, your growing feelings made it impossible to ignore and impossible to focus. Hence, staying back so late to practice and get your head back in line.
“Oh please don’t! You’re too kind..” You waved your hands in refusal as he raised his eyebrows at you.
“Why not? You want to eat?”
He sounded almost upset that he couldn’t treat you to something, so you gave in.
“Fine, i was trying to get number 5 and 12…”
He selected the numbers, tapped his card and you crouched down to open the tray to retrieve your food.
You grabbed the cold packets, looking up and smiling at him as you did.
But your stare didn’t go back to what you were holding, it fixed on him, like you were trying to signal something. You didn’t mean to, you were just so tired you forgot what you were doing and he caught onto this, putting his hand on your head and playing with your hair to attempt to end your haziness.
“Im sorry oh my god” your voice nonchalant even though your heart was beating faster than ever.
“It’s okay! Enjoy your food” he said as he turned to walk away.
“Wait!” You shot up, hand out to grab him.
“Can i… come with you? All my members went home and i want to get some more practice in.. i won’t be a bother i promise.”
Perfect.
A room alone with him.
You knew he was alone because he was just like you, always training after his group left, always in the studio working up something until even later than you. And while your want to get some more dance in was true, you just wanted to sit and admire him.
“Sure! I wouldn’t mind some company right now” he smiled at you, offering you his hand.
Flustered and a mess; thats what you became. You didn’t mind, you’d once again play it off as your exhaustion.
You reciprocated his offer and allowed him to lead you to his practice room.
It was much bigger than yours, laced in mirrors and lights. It had a couch and a recording setup in the corner which you’d never seen before, the company would never give you one in your groups room. Settling for the floor was good enough you guessed.
No wonder he stayed until so late in here.
“Woah” you were impressed evident by the smile that grew on your face when you spotted the couch.
“Right?” Jake said while giggling, pushing his hair out of his face.
You made your way over to the open floor in fatigue, ‘maybe stretching will help?’
Jake stopped you in your tracks, he looked so serious, what changed?
“Make yourself at home, please take a seat. You’re exhausted, please just rest” he spoke gently to you as he pushed you back towards the sofa.
You stumbled against it, his hand not once leaving your chest even once your frame had fallen. His eyes were soft, contact that of yearning. Yearning for something.
Your deprivation evaporated, the energy building in your body quick as you provoked him by shooting him a dominant glare.
The ‘practice’ you were supposed to get in? That was not even in the back of your minds, he pouted at you again and sat next to you as you kicked your legs up to lay over his.
You really didn’t think that this would be happening right now, or ever. But he didnt seem to mind. All he did was reciprocate.
You layed like that for a few moments before sitting up and crossing your legs.
“I need to finish this choreo i have been working on” he began, pushing himself up and towards the dance floor.
You shot up, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back. Revenge.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you really think you can look at me like that and me not do something?”
“What- are you talking about?”
Did he really not know what you meant?
“Come on baby, you know exactly what i mean” your voice starting off confident diminished to a whisper.
His eyes were practically undressing you, you climbed on top of him and held his face.
His lips parted, his cheeks pink with fluster.
He wanted you so bad and it wouldn’t take a lot to make him admit it.
Before you could even get yourself comfortable, he grabbed the back of your head and pushed you into a kiss. His lips were perfect and kissing them was like heaven.
You moved your hips around in circles, realising that he was already needy by the way he deepened the kiss.
You giggled against his lips, the formation of a smile pressed against you as you kept going.
The kiss broke naturally, both out of breath.
“Look at how desperate you are” slyly rolled off your tongue, he just covered his face in protest.
You grabbed his wrists and stared at him intensely.
“Oh come on, really Jake? Like this huh?” You said as you pinned his arms above his head which brought you up, looking down at him.
A faint whimper left his lips which was barely audible.
It seemed like he was made for this, the attitude you’d so willingly observed didn’t cover for anything when it was evident that he was submissive.
Especially for you.
“Since you wanna play that game, let’s make use of the couch shall we?”
His head tilted, like a confused puppy.
“What do you mean… right now?”
“Yes. Clothes off.”
He obeyed.
He started removing his clothes, you got up to allow him to rid himself of the articles easier.
His eyes followed every movement you made like it was the most precious thing he had seen.
“Good boy” you sneered as you turned to face him, pupils wide with lust.
“Ahw we haven’t even done anything yet and you’re like this baby?”
He was evidently angry at your cooing, sighing and taking his admiring stare away from you to sulk hopelessly.
“Look at me” you ordered as you grabbed his face to make him look at you even though he was embarrassed.
His face flushed redder and redder, staring you down as you admired the state he looked below you.
He fought against your hands, pushing against them as he scrunched his eyes shut to save him from flustering more.
“Listen, look at me.”
“Fuck” he whimpered in response, giving up fighting it and looking up at you, shooting you the most compliant look.
“There we go” you giggled softly, applying a light kiss on his nose.
“Please don’t hide your face from me any more pretty boy” you requested.
“Im sorry” he murmured, his eyes glassy from fawning.
“Hmm so compliant now? Where did all this come from gorgeous?” You adored his submission.
You didn’t know he had it in him when you saw him all these times casually. It’s just irresistible, to have him under your spell like this. You wouldn’t have it any other way. And neither would he.
“Let’s start, keep your eyes on me” whispered you in his ear.
“Mmhm, okay” Jakes once confident voice breathed out.
“Sorry? That’s not how you ask for it is it?” You hissed at his unsatisfactory answers.
You knew he had more in him, you just had to work it out.
“Please, please touch me” he begged, his eyes more and more teary as he became more and more desperate.
“Thats it, i know you can do it. Keep talking like that and you’ll get rewarded” you cooed, whimpers followed in response as you brought your hands down to start stroking him. His hands grabbed onto your sides, reflexing into the sensation.
His tip already slick with pre cum, you glided up and down with your hand as his head threw back, breaking the eye contact.
Your free hand traveled to his neck, holding it with no pressure.
Just a tease.
“And if you keep ignoring me you’ll get punished” Stated your angry tone,his lips parting and a defeated sigh leaving them.
Your fingers traced his back and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look you in the eyes as you moved your hand again.
He bit his lower lip, so hard he could have drawn blood. His whines were quiet, trapped inside his mouth pathetically.
“Not ashamed to make noise are you darling?” You questioned as his lips instantly fell open again.
You picked up the pace, his breathing becoming heavier and his voice unsteady at how pleasurably you were treating him.
His moans filled the room, humming in satisfaction as his gaze was fixated on you.
“I know you can do more, show me what you can do” you prodded more at him, which provoked him to throw your name into the mix of pathetic, needy whines.
“That’s right, good boy” your hand moving even faster as a reward to him for listening.
His eyes teared up fully from the arousal, falling down his face and neck pornographically. His hips started to shift up into your palm as you talked him through his closeness.
The way his chest glistened with sweat from the satisfaction was angelic.
You let go of his hair to move back to holding his neck, applying a light amount of pressure this time.
You smirked at his receptiveness, his voice cracking and becoming increasingly unsteady as he fucked himself into your fist.
“You’re close hmm?” You said, his head once again rolling back. You allowed it this time, only because you could sense he was fucked out and couldn’t help it; it was adorable.
“Please let me cum” his voice diminished to stutters as his head moved up and his eyes found yours.
“Cum for who baby?”
“You. Fuck please let me cum for you-“
You nodded, allowing him to give into his pleasure. His moans were beautiful, and the sight was even better. He kept thrusting up while whining your name mixed with muffled tears as he came.
His abs tensed up as he tried to slow his breathing and recollect himself, you kissed his cheek as he calmed down.
You took your hands to his face, rubbing your fingers across to wipe away the tears.
You leaned back , appreciating the mess he’d made.
“You did so well” you said, playing with his hair.
He just gave in, admitting to his sins in front of you.
“Every time i see you in the hallways i wish that you’ll talk more. When you’re in the same practice rooms as me i always think what else could happen”
“I guess we should practice more then?” You rhetorically said, his smile growing again as he wrapped his arms around you to bring you closer.
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