[soombee]

soombee : 西村力 、이상원

soo / mirae — s.her , eighteen, infp

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recent work/s :

- accidentally yours — riize x reader (ot6) (7 forever tho)

- munch — enha nishimura riki (ni-ki)

- only ever you — enha sim jaeyun (jake)

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[blissfullsvn]

wish you were sober

pairing. kim leehan x reader genre. best friends to (soon-to-be) lovers, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, mutual pining word count. 1.8k warnings/notes. reader is drunk and attempts to kiss leehan in this state, reader is shorter than leehan and wears makeup masterlist

all it takes is one call from you, calling out his name with a voice that’s poutier than normal, before leehan’s striding out the door with his car keys in his hands.

when he sees you, you’re leaning against an electric pole, hugging it like it’s your lifeline. your other friends are around you, trying to pry you off, but you only push them away. from where he parks, he vaguely catches his name falling from your lips before he marches towards you and calls out your name himself.

you look up, eyes widened like saucers. instantly, as if you’re electrocuted, you pull away from the pole and glare at it, reprimanding. “you’re not leehan.”

the group around you bursts into laughter, and leehan can’t help the small chuckle that escapes him either. when he walks closer to you, you immediately cling onto him the same way you did to the pole, your cheek squished against his chest.

“my leehan is here,” you mumble.

he would have melted—no, dissolved—if not for the fact that he’s wholly supporting your weight and that all your friends are eyeing the two of you giddily. hence, his legs are forced to hold up straight, even though his heart is nothing but putty in your hands. he translates this through his expression instead, softening as he looks down at you and gently pats your head.

after thanking your friends for taking care of you, he walks off with you in tow. with one hand placed securely on the small of your back, he opens the car door with the other and attempts to seat you in the passenger’s seat. it takes a bit, because you’re reluctant to leave your hold on him, but he eventually gets you inside the car.

still leaning over, he easily fastens your seatbelt with a click. when he tries to pull away, however, you immediately snake your arms around his neck, holding him in place. it’s so sudden that he drops his hand onto your thigh for balance, but he quickly moves it before the touch can linger.

you’re staring at him, eyelashes fluttering. unlike your previous demeanour, your eyes seem to have more clarity in them now. you’re looking at him as if you’re searching for something beyond, while he’s looking at you as if he’s searching for a way out.

it’s too much. the blasting music down the street, the whirs of engines on the road, the mix of breaths between you, the ghost of your fingers on his nape, the weight of your eyes on him, the beat of his heart against his chest.

he feels too much, and yet, he can’t take his eyes off you.

slowly, you drag one hand from his nape, your fingers brushing past his ears and sending shivers down his spine, until it settles on his jaw. you cradle it gently, your thumb caressing his cheek. then, for a sliver of a moment, you drop your gaze.

it’s just a split second, but he catches it all the same. without realising, he finds himself flickering his eyes as well, and it’s all the indication you need to pull him closer.

that’s when leehan smiles, and then removes your arms around him easily. “get some rest. i’ll wake you up when we arrive.” he pats your head before shutting the car door.

when he climbs in the car from the opposite side, you’re facing the front and blinking blankly as if you’ve been slapped. he resists the urge to hold your hand like he always does on car rides, and forces his eyes to the front before driving off.

you do end up falling asleep, and when he gets you out of the car, he has to hoist you up against him snugly because you’re leaning your entire weight on him again. he doesn't mind, never when it comes to you, so he keeps his arm around your waist the entire time he’s bringing you up to your apartment. even when he reaches your door and has to fish out the spare key you gave him from his bag, he makes sure his hold on you is secure and that you’re resting your head on him.

when he unlocks the door, it seems to have briefly snapped you out of your delirium, because you’re removing yourself from him and staggering towards the sofa, much to his concern. he swiftly moves next to you, guiding you to the soft cushions and gently laying you down.

you immediately shut your eyes, quick to fall asleep again. at this, leehan sighs as he brushes the hair away from your face. “don’t wanna wash up first?” he asks softly. when you scrunch your nose in displeasure, he lets out a small smile. “not even your makeup?” he prods, and you respond with a quiet groan before you fall silent again.

his smile increases and he nods. “okay. just rest.”

truth be told, the alcohol in your system has already started to dissipate bit by bit, so even if you wanted to sleep—and never wake up again after what happened in the car—you couldn’t help but register all the stimuli around you, effectively reconnecting your consciousness to the world. this includes the ruffles of leehan’s clothes as he stands up and the fading of his footsteps as he opens the door to a room, prompting a series of noises from within, before the footsteps are fading back in until they cease right next to you.

the shuffles are heard again as he sits down, then the light sound of bottles hitting the floor. you furrow your eyebrows, finally opening your eyes just in time to see leehan place a soaked cotton pad on your face.

leehan immediately smiles when he meets your gaze, and he wordlessly prompts you to close your eyes so he can place two cotton pads on them. you do so without a fight, though your insides are practically fighting.

“let me know if i’m too rough,” he says, then begins swiping a cotton pad across your skin. he lets the ones on your eyes sit for just a little longer before he gently wipes off your eye makeup. “i’m sorry,” he lets out meekly when he has to apply more pressure on a stubborn area.

you remain silent the entire time, but you open your eyes again when you feel a warm towel on your face. he meets your eyes and smiles, as softly as how he’s dabbing the towel on your skin, wiping away the residue of your makeup remover. he does this a few times; washing the towel in the bowl of water and squeezing out the excess; and you keep your eyes on him all the while.

when he thinks he’s successfully cleaned your makeup, he adjusts his position, ready to stand up, but your voice immediately halts him.

“leehan,” you call, quiet and almost vulnerable.

he places your skincare back on the floor and faces you completely. “yeah?” he responds, round eyes staring at you softly… and fondly.

“you just took off my makeup,” you state matter-of-factly, ignoring your astute observation which has only added to the whirlwind inside you.

leehan blinks, then nods. “did i do it wrong?” he asks. “but i did it like this last time too… and the youtube videos….” he trails off, talking more to himself than anything.

“leehan,” you begin, your eyebrows furrowing. “do you do this for your other friends?”

he looks almost scandalized at your question. “no?” he lets out in incredulity. “you know i only do this for you.”

recollections of all the times you had been drunk and all the times he had taken care of you without any complaints, including taking off your makeup, flash across your head.

you suck in a sharp breath, looking him in the eyes directly. “then why?”

leehan tilts his head. “what do you mean?”

you avert your gaze, suddenly feeling too seen by him. silence encompasses you for a while and he allows it, waiting for you but not urging you—it’s little things like this that made you realise you never stood a chance against the line that threatens to be crossed in your friendship.

you hope he feels the same when you ask, “why did you reject me?”

the air feels heavy when you drop the question, and the silence that follows is even more so. you don’t dare to look at him, especially after the prolonged hesitance from him. still, you wait, even though you’re already close to withering inside. but when he finally speaks, the last bit of hope you’ve futilely held onto escapes like a droplet of water from a broken pipe.

“you’re drunk,” he says, but he instantly realises the gravity of his words when he sees the way you falter, the way he can hear a crack from you—and he feels himself shatter as well.

“no, y/n, i didn’t mean it like that,” he coaxes, getting up on his knees and placing a hand on your arm when you turn away from him.

“what other meaning is there?”

he pats your arm, prompting you to turn around. “look at me, y/n, please,” his tone is so sincere that you waver, glancing back at him.

“i’m not saying you’re drunk because i’m trying to dismiss what you said,” he says firmly, needing to be as clear as possible. “but because it’s just not right for me to accept any gesture like that in your state,” he starts, then adds softly; hesitantly, “as much as i wanted to.”

the tears prickling at your eyes had been so close to falling until you caught what he said at the end. suddenly, your tears are gone and all you’re left with is confusion.

“hold on,” you turn to face him fully, momentarily surprised by the lack of proximity between you before you focus again. “did i hear that correctly?”

leehan’s ears turn an evident cerise, but he doesn’t move his eyes that are blinking up at you roundly. “i don’t want to talk about this when you’re drunk,” he laments, almost petulantly.

“i’m not drunk,” you refute firmly, and while you know it’s not entirely false, you also know your best friend wouldn’t fall for it.

“i’d rather spill my heart out when you’re not seconds away from passing out.” he attempts a joke, one corner of his lips quirking weakly, even though he feels like his heart is actually about to spill out his chest with the way it’s rattling his rib cage in anxiety.

you don’t have the energy to entertain him, so you remain tight-lipped as you stare at him.

leehan breathes out, deflating as he opens his mouth again. “instead,” he says, all traces of playfulness gone. “please… remember this moment.” he looks at you through his lashes, suddenly seeming so small, and his tone is too solemn, too desperate. “i’m not sure if i can handle another seven years.”

from bliss. i just wanted to write abt leehan taking off ur makeup when ure drunk idk why it turned into a word vomit 😭 but i hope it was enjoyable to read!

© blissfullsvn 2024. All Rights Reserved.

[nanamisgirly]

summary ✧ Pulling a baddie at college is not an easy job, especially when you're a virgin nerd like him. But he makes it his mission to pleasure you by learning how to!

pairing ✧ baddie!kind!fem reader x nerd!gojo

content ✧ established relationship, learning, edging with a pencil, oral sex (f. receiving), very flustered gojo and super comprehensive reader, mention of p in v, eating p€ssy, nipple sucking.

author notes ✧ I enjoy this series sooo much hihi ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ you can read each part individually but I recommend reading it in order ˵^ᴗ^˵ you can also send me asks for this trope ^^^

🫐. Kissing for the first time and he doesn't expect tongue. 🫐. Learning through book and internet for next time! 🫐. Edging you with a pencil. 🫐. Learning how to nipple suck! 🫐. Eating you after your workout.

tag list : open (comment to be added ˙ᵕ˙ )

arts cred itadakaymasu & smokeigheh (on x)

[soombee]

just busted everywhere thanks a lot

[soombee]

pls lf moots ims o bored and only have twoooooooo LOL this is humiliating

[soombee]

HI GUYS promise i'll get that ch2 out let me just get through my 9-9 classes today ;( it is currently 5 am and i have a whole 16hrs ahead of me pls pray for me

[soombee]

hi hi hi hi! check my moot post >< i made special tags for all my moots, try to find yours!

hint! "soo"

AWWW YURA #SOOSOO <333

[pwblant]

MATCHMADE — lee anton

genre : fluff, SMAU

pairing : streamer!anton x f!reader

synopsis : bored out of your mind at home, downloading valorant might’ve been your best idea yet. who knew you’d end up destroying a famous streamer in one of his lives—and that his streams to turn into duo streams, then irl meetups, and… well, you can probably guess the rest.

this is the continuation of the first post. find it here

© 2025 pwblant

[soombee]

UGH THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE YOU PWBLANT😢😢💧😢💧😢

[soombee]

accidentally yours— riize x reader

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ in which... one silly mistake and your not-so-secret secret’s out..yikes! (╥﹏╥)

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ cw suggestive LOL

idk why eunseok's screenshots r in dark mode but they r :3 more under cut. GO TO MY NAV IF U WANT MORE ;3 or not i guess..

shotaro — 大崎将太郎

eunseok — 송은석

sungchan — 송은석

wonbin — 박원빈

sohee — 이소희

anton — 이찬영

© soombee

[orimuraa]

• I’m where I’m meant to be - 심재윤 ↳ ┊: i see the light - mandy moore, zachary levi

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆a modern day take on rapunzel, featuring sim jake—the better flynn rider ⨾

۶ৎ theif!jake x good girl!reader┆fluff, romcom┆petnames, kisses, cursing. mentions of theft, he falls first and he falls harder┆wc 1.3k

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ok this is inspired by one of my classmates who was brushing her long hair in class and it reminded me of rapunzel and then jake and then yeah…everyone thank my wonderful classmate for the creation of this fic….i hope you guys like it ><

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

sim jaeyun was a pick pocketer, known for his stealth and incredible skill. he was also extremely handsome, making women the victims of both a stolen heart, and a stolen valuable.

but when he tried to pick pocket you, he made his first mistake.

you were sitting on the park bench, brushing your long, brown hair that fell right below your waist, subtle waves adding volume and perfection to the look. you ran the hairbrush through your locks so gracefully, like it was nothing.

and somehow, a girl sitting on a bench, brushing her long hair, made jake fumble.

he attempted to sneak up from behind you, using the bushes as his cover, ready to unclasp your vivienne westwood necklace, when you suddenly turned around, a gasp leaving your perfectly pink lips.

fuck, you were so pretty. your gorgeous eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, the small mole that was delicately placed under your left eye, and the way your soft, full lips parted at the sight of him.

"what are you doing in the bushes?" your eyebrows furrow, tilting your head at him. jake was taken back by your question, fully expecting to get the police called on him, but no, you asked why he was in the bushes.

"i- fuck- there's no point in lying...i was gonna take your necklace," he winces, not completely sure why he was confessing that.

"oh," you frown, subconsciously raising your hand to check if your necklace was still there.

after an awkward moment of silence with jake still crouched in the bushes and you contemplating what just happened, your soft voice cut the silence.

"do you still want it?" you ask softly, almost like you felt guilty for catching him.

"what?! no! no- keep it! i shouldn't have tried to steal it anyway," jake exclaims, unsure as to why you offered it to him.

"oh..well i thought maybe you needed it to sell it for money to get food or something...in that case, you need it more than i do," you mumble. god, were you an angel?

"no! i really don't need it. i'm sorry i tried to take it from you, i'm actually very financially stable," jake panics, unsure if he should just leave, or stay and make things right.

you hum, pause for a second, and then say: "is that because you steal often?"

"fuck- no not at all! i actually have a job where i get paid well...fuck- i don't really even know why i steal," who knew a talk with a pretty girl in the park he just tried to rob could lead jake to question his life choices.

"how about you come over to my place and maybe we can talk this out some more?" you offer sweetly, mindlessly twirling a strand of hair between your fingers.

"you want me, the guy who just tried to rob you, to go over to your house?" jake repeats, baffled by your offer.

"well you just admitted to trying to steal from me, and you haven't run away yet, so i believe you're a good person who's just a bit lost, and i wanna help," you state, but jake was only half-listening. he was too distracted by how soft spoken and gentle you were with him, a weird fluttery feeling in his stomach.

"then let me give you a ride, rapunzel," he offers, nodding to his motorcycle.

"y/n."

"what?"

"my name's y/n, not rapunzel," you smile.

"whatever you say, rapunzel."

now, it wasn’t very realistic that a theif would fall for an angel, but here it was, sim jaeyun falling head over heels for the sweetest girl he’d ever met—sweeter than candy!

you gave him a second chance, forgiving him for his wrong actions and you tried to help him, giving him reasons why he shouldn’t steal anymore, and just enjoy the life he had in front of him.

and it all felt like deja vu again as he watched you from the kitchen stool, watching as you delicately brushed out you long, thick hair.

you noticed him staring at you, your motions faltering and eventually stopping.

“jakey? you alright?” you furrow, concerned about if he was okay.

“huh? oh- yeah i’m fine,” jake shakes his head, shaking out the thoughts of you from his mind.

“you just look like you’re thinking a bit too hard up there, hm?” you giggle, tapping your head with your pointer finger.

“mm, just thinking about how pretty you looked,” he bites his lip, a sudden warmth coating his cheeks. “can i help you sweets?”

you, being insanely flustered, nod shyly, handing the hair brush over to him.

he gently takes it from you, tapping your waist so you’ll turn around and sit right in front of him, letting him brush through your gorgeous locks.

"what did i ever do to deserve you, rapunzel," jake sighs, brushing out the last section of your hair.

"you tried to steal my necklace," you tease, giving him a big grin. jake swore he felt his heart stop, his breath hitching at how gorgeous you were. the way you smiled with your eyes too, the small dimples that would show up on your cute cheeks when you laughed, he loved it all.

"aghhh i knowww," he whines. "no need to keep bringing it up." he pouts, resembling an angry puppy.

"alright alright, sorry jakey," you laugh, patting his head lightly.

after a few minutes of silence, jake sat up and looked at you with an excited gleam in his eye.

"wanna go see the city lights?" he grins. it was well past sunset, meaning the lights of the city would be very visible. it had always been on your bucket list ever since you were young to go out on the hill that overlooked the city to gaze out at the illuminated city, but you were never able to due to the danger of it.

"really? you would do that for me?!" you exclaim, jumping up and down from excitement. a few days ago, jake had seen on your bucket list that you wanted to see the city lights at night time, and he was determined to help you check that one off.

"of course sweets. think of it as my payment for your kindness," he winks, sending butterflies through your body.

you quickly grab your sweatshirt, slip on your shoes, and skip out the door, excited to finally make your dream come true. jake followed after you, laughing at how cute you were and locking your door.

"hold on tight angel," he says, feeling your arms wrap around his waist as you press the side of your helmet to his back.

the cold breeze against your body made you shiver, but clinging onto jake made it bearable. he skillfully weaved through the streets, making his way up to the park with the hillside that overlooked the city.

once you settled onto the grass next to jake, you finally glanced out at the city, your breath hitching at how gorgeous it was.

and so you and jake sat, leaning on each other as you stared out at the city.

"y'know, i think i've found what i've been looking for all along," jake hums, his voice grounding you.

"yeah? what's that, jakey?"

"you."

he turns to look at you, his face inching closer to yours.

"can i kiss you angel?" he whispers against your lips.

"please," you breathe.

he presses his soft lips against your, the kiss slow yet passionate. he tastes like a dream and you're addicted, wanting more and more.

your lips clash together as his hands rub up and down your waist, and yours tangled in his fluff hair.

when you pull away, lips swollen and pink, you both laugh, leaning your foreheads together.

and now it's all crystal clear that you're where you're meant to be, in the arms of sim jaeyun.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @cheruphic, @woniefication, @melodiessvy, @soona-huh, @kiwicup, @yuuuraaa, @manariee, @ryuunaaa, @biradoobee, @haniipie, @sojumimi, @kristynaaah, @chrrific, @fleuryns, @rue-jenni, @laylasbunbunny, @gweoriz

[soombee]

SWEEEETTSSSSS UGH boy shut up and suck this big thang

[soombee]

munch — nishimura riki x reader

eighteen plus, mdni — smut, ab riding, clih play, oral (69), praise + light degradation, munchki, face sitting, squirting. 1200 wc

playlist — feel good, in this darkness (clara la san)

based on this ask tysm I almost forgot about this incident

you thought he was asleep, you really did. his thin white shirt was bunched up from the way he’d knocked out on the couch, abs on display, and you couldn’t resist sneaking closer. a tiny peek wouldn't hurt anyone, right? your fingers barely ghosted over his waistband before tugging it lower, eyes fixed on the sharp lines of muscle disappearing into his sweats

that's when his hand shot out, catching your wrist

“come on, baby,” riki murmured, voice low. "use your words"

your heart skipped and then pounded, your lips parting but nothing came out except a stutter. ”i—i just wanted to—”

“wanted to what?” he teased, tugging you down until you were straddling him, his shirt clenched in your hand. his smirk widened when he saw your face flush. “wanna touch me? stare at me? what is it?”

“want you..” your words slipped out in a rush but that was all he needed

his mouth was on yours in an instant, tongue hot and all up in you, swallowing your whimpers as his hands slid under your shirt, palms caressing your skin. he kissed you sloppy, hungry, and wet. by the time his lips trailed down your jaw and left hickeys all over your neck, you were already grinding helplessly on the growing bulge under you

“fuck, look at you,” he groaned, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion before shoving yours up to your chest. his hands cupped your tits, the size difference was crazy. he sucks and teases your nipples until you whined his name, “ride me please. wanna see you make a mess on me.”

heat shot through your stomach. he shifted lower, guiding you until your bare pussy was pressed against his ridged stomach. the first grind dragged your clit right across the cut of his abs and your breath hitched, hips jerking again out of pure pleasure

“that's it. fuck yourself on me,” he coaxed, voice husky. his thumbs pinched at your clit, softly rubbing until you whined louder. “use me, baby. rub that pretty pussy on me until you’re dripping.”

you rocked against him, messy and desperate, wetness smearing over his skin. every flex of his abs fucked you just right, his teasing words making your walls flutter and mind dumber. you tried to chase more, harder, but your thighs were already trembling :c

“too much?” riki smirks, propping himself up on his shoulders. “didn't even last, did you? aw what are we gonna do with you, pretty girl..” 

you whined, hips trembling as you ground down harder, his abs glistening with your slick. your eyes couldn’t leave it—his tattoo, inked low on his pelvis, teasing just beneath the waistband of his boxers. every time you rocked down, every inch of friction pressed you closer to it, and the sight of it made you melt against him

riki’s hands shot up, gripping your hips firmly. “don't wanna overwork you, baby,” tugging you down onto him harder. “but still want you on me…”

you gasped, your hands clutching his shoulders as he tilted your hips with his strong grip, pressing you flush to his pelvis—right at his tattoo. his cock, thick and throbbing under the thin fabric of his boxers, brushed against your back, teasing

“shit, you’re so wet,” he muttered, thumbs rolling over your hips, pulling you even closer. 

“gonna make you mine, yeah?” he groaned, hands almost bruising your hips. “let's try something fun”

before you could decide against it, he rolled you both carefully onto the couch, positioning you so your legs straddled his shoulders—pussy right above his face. your eyes widened at the angle, but the heat pooling low in your stomach made rejection impossible

he groans, hand cupping your ass, tilting your head so your lips hovered over his tip. “can you handle this, baby?”

you whimpered, slick already dripping down onto his chin, and he wasted no time. riki's tongue traced the seam of your folds, flicking and sucking, dipping into you with precision. the pleasure made your back arch, thighs trembling

“shit,” he groaned, hands gripping your hips, pressing you flush to his mouth. “so wet…taste so good…my girl…”

you gasped and moaned around his cock as his tongue slid inside you, circling, teasing, lapping at the exact spots that made your head spin. every pass of his lips and tongue had your walls clenching around him, your hips rocking instinctively down into him

“mmmh… just like that…” he groaned, plunging his tongue deeper, nipping at your sensitive bud

“taste so fucking good,” he growled, tongue going in and out as you reach your high, lips sucking, nipping, teasing every inch of you. “i'm all yours… take all of me, angel.”

your hips moved in frantic rhythm, grinding against his face, your slick might as well be his saliva, every single nerve on fire. his hands gripped your waist, forcing you to sit on his face, thumbs rolling over the curve of your cheeks

 he groaned, face buried inside you, trembling. his hands clutched your thighs tighter, tilting your hips, completely pussy drunk on you

every lick, every grind against his face, pushed you closer to the edge. your walls kept fluttering around him, hips rocking, as his tongue never leaving you wherever you moved, like he's fucking starving.

you gasped, unable to speak, lost entirely to the heat building in your stomach. his breathless, broken moans only turned you even more on

you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening w every grind, every press of your hips against his tongue sending sparks through you. he hummed, moaned, and groaned against you, tongue circling, plunging deep, licking, sucking, nipping—i mean dang, he's completely obsessed with you

“ki… oh fuck… mm…” you whimpered, words breaking into gasps as his tongue worked you over relentlessly. he hummed, completely fucked out by the taste of you, the warmth of your folds, your weight on his face. he was suffocating beneath you, fingers clutching your hips, completely submitting to you

the overstimulation hit suddenly, your back arched, hands gripping his sweats as your walls clenched around nothing but air and friction from his nose, your slick coating his face completely. yoh let go, hips jerking against him, quivering uncontrollably as a rush of heat washed over you

even as your high hit, you could feel his hips twitching beneath you, cock still hard and throbbing, pressing against your face. you laid down, completely dazed, but he held you firmly, hands gripping your ass, tongue still flicking

and as your thighs quivered on either side of his head, it was clear that this night was far from over 

© soombee

[soombee]

Hi thanks for 200 notes 😊❤️

[soombee]

munch — nishimura riki x reader

eighteen plus, mdni — smut, ab riding, clih play, oral (69), praise + light degradation, munchki, face sitting, squirting. 1200 wc

playlist — feel good, in this darkness, let you go (clara la san)

based on this ask tysm I almost forgot about this incident

you thought he was asleep, you really did. his thin white shirt was bunched up from the way he’d knocked out on the couch, abs on display, and you couldn’t resist sneaking closer. a tiny peek wouldn't hurt anyone, right? your fingers barely ghosted over his waistband before tugging it lower, eyes fixed on the sharp lines of muscle disappearing into his sweats

that's when his hand shot out, catching your wrist

“come on, baby,” riki murmured, voice low. "use your words"

your heart skipped and then pounded, your lips parting but nothing came out except a stutter. ”i—i just wanted to—”

“wanted to what?” he teased, tugging you down until you were straddling him, his shirt clenched in your hand. his smirk widened when he saw your face flush. “wanna touch me? stare at me? what is it?”

“want you..” your words slipped out in a rush but that was all he needed

his mouth was on yours in an instant, tongue hot and all up in you, swallowing your whimpers as his hands slid under your shirt, palms caressing your skin. he kissed you sloppy, hungry, and wet. by the time his lips trailed down your jaw and left hickeys all over your neck, you were already grinding helplessly on the growing bulge under you

“fuck, look at you,” he groaned, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion before shoving yours up to your chest. his hands cupped your tits, the size difference was crazy. he sucks and teases your nipples until you whined his name, “ride me please. wanna see you make a mess on me.”

heat shot through your stomach. he shifted lower, guiding you until your bare pussy was pressed against his ridged stomach. the first grind dragged your clit right across the cut of his abs and your breath hitched, hips jerking again out of pure pleasure

“that's it. fuck yourself on me,” he coaxed, voice husky. his thumbs pinched at your clit, softly rubbing until you whined louder. “use me, baby. rub that pretty pussy on me until you’re dripping.”

you rocked against him, messy and desperate, wetness smearing over his skin. every flex of his abs fucked you just right, his teasing words making your walls flutter and mind dumber. you tried to chase more, harder, but your thighs were already trembling :c

“too much?” riki smirks, propping himself up on his shoulders. “didn't even last, did you? aw what are we gonna do with you, pretty girl..” 

you whined, hips trembling as you ground down harder, his abs glistening with your slick. your eyes couldn’t leave it—his tattoo, inked low on his pelvis, teasing just beneath the waistband of his boxers. every time you rocked down, every inch of friction pressed you closer to it, and the sight of it made you melt against him

riki’s hands shot up, gripping your hips firmly. “don't wanna overwork you, baby,” tugging you down onto him harder. “but still want you on me…”

you gasped, your hands clutching his shoulders as he tilted your hips with his strong grip, pressing you flush to his pelvis—right at his tattoo. his cock, thick and throbbing under the thin fabric of his boxers, brushed against your back, teasing

“shit, you’re so wet,” he muttered, thumbs rolling over your hips, pulling you even closer. 

“gonna make you mine, yeah?” he groaned, hands almost bruising your hips. “let's try something fun”

before you could decide against it, he rolled you both carefully onto the couch, positioning you so your legs straddled his shoulders—pussy right above his face. your eyes widened at the angle, but the heat pooling low in your stomach made rejection impossible

he groans, hand cupping your ass, tilting your head so your lips hovered over his tip. “can you handle this, baby?”

you whimpered, slick already dripping down onto his chin, and he wasted no time. riki's tongue traced the seam of your folds, flicking and sucking, dipping into you with precision. the pleasure made your back arch, thighs trembling

“shit,” he groaned, hands gripping your hips, pressing you flush to his mouth. “so wet…taste so good…my girl…”

you gasped and moaned around his cock as his tongue slid inside you, circling, teasing, lapping at the exact spots that made your head spin. every pass of his lips and tongue had your walls clenching around him, your hips rocking instinctively down into him

“mmmh… just like that…” he groaned, plunging his tongue deeper, nipping at your sensitive bud

“taste so fucking good,” he growled, tongue going in and out as you reach your high, lips sucking, nipping, teasing every inch of you. “i'm all yours… take all of me, angel.”

your hips moved in frantic rhythm, grinding against his face, your slick might as well be his saliva, every single nerve on fire. his hands gripped your waist, forcing you to sit on his face, thumbs rolling over the curve of your cheeks

 he groaned, face buried inside you, trembling. his hands clutched your thighs tighter, tilting your hips, completely pussy drunk on you

every lick, every grind against his face, pushed you closer to the edge. your walls kept fluttering around him, hips rocking, as his tongue never leaving you wherever you moved, like he's fucking starving.

you gasped, unable to speak, lost entirely to the heat building in your stomach. his breathless, broken moans only turned you even more on

you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening w every grind, every press of your hips against his tongue sending sparks through you. he hummed, moaned, and groaned against you, tongue circling, plunging deep, licking, sucking, nipping—i mean dang, he's completely obsessed with you

“ki… oh fuck… mm…” you whimpered, words breaking into gasps as his tongue worked you over relentlessly. he hummed, completely fucked out by the taste of you, the warmth of your folds, your weight on his face. he was suffocating beneath you, fingers clutching your hips, completely submitting to you

the overstimulation hit suddenly, your back arched, hands gripping his sweats as your walls clenched around nothing but air and friction from his nose, your slick coating his face completely. yoh let go, hips jerking against him, quivering uncontrollably as a rush of heat washed over you

even as your high hit, you could feel his hips twitching beneath you, cock still hard and throbbing, pressing against your face. you laid down, completely dazed, but he held you firmly, hands gripping your ass, tongue still flicking

and as your thighs quivered on either side of his head, it was clear that this night was far from over 

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ok but so like what did yn think of rikis tattoos

OMG UGH that damn tattoo of his fuck meeeeeeeee: yn reaction here :p

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i. annyeong korea

900 wc

the week before your brand new school started passed by in a blur

back to school shopping with yoonchae turned into a japanese stationery obsession—you swore you’d never seen that many different pens in your life. social media landmarks you’d only ever favorited on tiktok were suddenly right in front of you, cafes, museums, even clothing stores. you tried on hats and silly sunglasses in photo booths, and learned that maybe beauty isn't so physical.... sat through a color analysis appointment where a woman told you with absolute seriousness that you were a cool winter or something, and finally discovered the art of munching on convenience store food at 11pm with yoonchae, life was awesome in that moment

by the time it was sunday, your camera roll was already full, room filled with more stuff than when you arrived, and you could almost hold a full conversation without fumbling over your words. almost. (thank u yoonchip)

then—the first day of school...

the gates of your school was taller than you expected, the highly prestigious campus made your stomach twist with both nerves and excitement. students passed around you in a mix of languages—mostly english tumbling into korean, korean tumbling back into english. everything felt overwhelming and comforting at the same time,

new school, new me??

you tightened your grip on your tote and whispered korean under your breath, “hello, my name is hyerin. nice to meet you.” practicing for the inevitable introductions

the hallways smelled faintly of floor polish and wealth. every step echoed just a little too loudly, like everyone in the school was aware you were the new kid. by the time you found the brass plate that read principal’s office, your palms were already clammy

inside, the office was tidy with shelves of books you doubted anyone had touched in years. the principal himself looked up from a stack of papers, his glasses sliding down the tall bridge of his nose

“ah—kang hyerin,” he said, his accent wrapping around your name. “welcome to dwight seoul.”

you bowed too low, nearly dropping your bag off your shoulder. “nice to meet you,” you muttered in korean, praying your brain didn’t betray you too early

he smiled kindly but didn’t switch languages, continuing in english anyway. “we're very glad to have you here this year. to make sure you adjust well, i’ve asked one of our most diligent students to help you!”

before you could ask what he meant, there was a knock at the door. it opened, and in walked a tall boy with messy hair that looked so perfect. his uniform hung just loose enough to make it obvious he hadn’t tried too hard to impress anyone, and yet—annoyingly—he still looked like he belonged in some magazine

“this is sim jaeyun,” the principal said. “he’ll be showing you around today so please don't be afraid to befriend him.”

he gave you a smile that had your knees weak, like he’d already guessed how nervous you were

“hi,” he said, voice casual in perfect english. “hyerin, right?” oh his voice and accent came together so well.

“uhm—yeah,” you stammered, voice squeaking more than you intended. “or haylie, nice to meet you, jaeyun” you bow

"you can call me jake or jaeyun—whichever one you want." he bows back. he tilts his head, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “hyerin,” he repeated softly, “that's a pretty name”

you froze for a split second, unsure whether to blush or roll your eyes. “thank you,” you mumbled, hoping your face wasn’t turning bright red

“don't worry,” he said, stepping aside so you could leave the office first. “i'll show you around. you’ll survive this place with just enough korean”

you scoff jokingly, clutching your bag a little tighter. the principal waved you off, and soon it was just the two of you walking through the empty hallways, jake moving at a relaxed pace while you tried not to trip over your own feet

ugh why do his legs have to be so long…

“so… you nervous?” he asked casually, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye

“is it obvious?” you murmured, earning a short laugh from him

“just a little,” he said, grinning. “it's okay, you've got me”

you blinked at him, not sure if he was just doing his job or being serious. either way, it was reassuring. maybe this new school wouldn’t be so terrifying after all ;)))))

jake led you down the hallways of rooms, pointing out which teachers were “strict but fair” and which ones will “make you cry in your notebook.” you smirk at him

“so basically, i need to lock in?”

jaeyun chuckled, “welcome to dwight”

you raised an eyebrow. “great, i always wanted my first day to be traumatizing”

he laughed, clearly enjoying your presence. “you’ll fit in fine with this energy”

“c'mere,” he said, stopping in front of a massive glass-walled building. “the library, basically where everyone goes to cry during finals”

you peeked inside. “i'm so bad at studying, you gotta tutor me...”

he laughs. “i got you, just don't blame me if we both fail”

you playfully hit his chest, "cmonn!! at least one of us has to pass!"

he raised his hands in mock surrender. “we can try”

you roll your eyes and grinned. “trying isn't good enough, jaeyun.”

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can we be... moots...?

hehe yes ofc

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only ever you — sim jaeyun x reader

dear diary, i know it's over. and it never really began. but in my heart, it was so real.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 — soombee presents: only ever you ৻ꪆ

in which… you thought starting over would be simple: new city, new school, new version of yourself. but meeting sim jaeyun complicates everything. what starts as simple friendship quickly grows into something undeniable: late night facetimes, stolen glances in busy hallways, eye contact that lingers longer than it should. together, you learn what it means to find comfort in another person, to grow up, to fall in love for the very first time. but as the months pass and reality creeps in, you’re forced to face the question neither of you wants to answer: can something so fragile ever last forever?

tldr; the notebook :')

࣪ ִֶָ☾. pairing: sim jaeyun x kang hyerin (reader)

࣪ ִֶָ☾. genre: second chances, misunderstandings, fluff, angst

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. taglist (open): n/a

notes: banner bg by @/jerozake on twt. continuation (?) of co hearts. sorry if the layout looks odd I am on light mode...❤️

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profiles: gnarly * shrimps n barbies

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i. annyeong korea

ii. tba

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prelude

anybody else excited? ........just me? about 700 wc

you hadn’t even made it out of incheon airport before disaster struck

silly you had followed the wrong family halfway down the escalator, convinced they were your host family because the mom waved. turns out, she was waving at her actual son behind her. fuck, you almost left your carry on at the baggage claim, sprinting back red faced as an ajumma scolded you for running at an airport

by the time you finally spotted the sign with the cutest doodles and your name scrawled on it held by a kind looking woman and a girl around your age

“hay-ree?” the mom spoke, accent thick

you bowed low, nearly toppling forward. “yes! but… you can call me hyerin!”

yoonchae, the daughter, tilted her head. “hyerin?”

“mhm,” you nodded furiously, gripping your suitcases. “like… it's my korean name. hyerin!”

they seem really nice...i hope they are..

on the ride into seoul, neon signs blurred past the car window, all in korean you could read but can't translate. you leaned your forehead against the glass, excitement and dread twisting in your stomach. you wanted to ask if you could roll the windows down but, ultimately, your anxiety decided against it

this was real. so real. you were really here. a whole year in south korea and you could barely ask where the bathroom was—so much for your korean heritage..

the jeung family’s apartment smelled incredible the second you stepped inside—savory, garlicy, a little smoky. yoonchae went ahead and slipped off her shoes neatly at the doorway as you scrambled to copy her, nearly tripping over your own feet

by the time you sat at the dining table, your stomach was already rumbling. dishes covered every inch of space: bubbling sundubu jjigae, scallion pancakes, bowls of every type of kimchi you knew, and at least three things you couldn’t even begin to name

mrs jeung nudged the chopsticks toward you, “enjoy!”

“i can use these!” you blurted out, maybe too proudly, and picked up a piece of kimchi. the whole family smiled politely but you swore yoonchae’s lips twitched like she was about to burst out laughing

you nodded furiously, cheeks warming. “see? i can chopstick!” you say in chopped korean

mr jeung chuckled softly and clapped his hands together. their daughter leans towards you, whispering, “it’s… use chopsticks.“ she corrects

“ah..” you shoved the kimchi in your mouth before you could humiliate yourself further, mumbling, “..use chopsticks..”

at least the food was good enough to distract from the fact that your vocab maxed out at food talk

later that night, you curled up in the unfamiliar bed, blanket tucked tight under your armpits. the city noises outside were so different from home—way less honking and shouting. your tiredness pressed heavy on your eyelids, but instead of sleeping, you hit call

“MY KOREAN QUEEN!” megan’s voice blasted through your phone's speaker, her face way too close to the camera as lara's giggle followed shortly after

“stop yelling, it’s like… three am here,” you mumbled, even though you couldn’t stop smiling

dani chimed in, eyes wide. “so? did you meet your host family? did they like you? did you, like, embarrass yourself again?”

you groaned and shoved your face into the hachiware plushie. “i mean.. i said ‘i can chopstick’ at dinner. in korean. loud and so fucking proud.”

the screen erupted with laughter. megan literally fell over, disappearing from sight. “omg, haylie,” she wheezed

you sighed, dramatic. “at least the food was good enough to distract myself”

for the next half hour, you told them everything—the airport crushes, the stores you'd never thought you'd ever see irl, the insane amount of food, and, most importantly, the fact that yoonchae might already think you’re a complete weirdo. they teased but also grinned so wide it made your chest ache from missing them a little

bu the time you finally hung up, the room was dark and quiet again. you set your phone down, rolled onto your side, and whispered to yourself, "363 more days..."

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only ever you — shrimps n barbies

same thing for them LOLL

— seniors, dwight's fine shyt fg

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