Vivi

05

[stangiyuuu]

So loud ₊⊹ s.jy

My take on this post by @lv3jkey

And a little sprinkle of this chapter from a fic on Wattpad

Basically, you ride a very nerdy and vocal Jake while wearing his glasses

Pair: subby!nerd!jake x dom!reader

Warnings: a lot of dih hoppin

Word count: 2K

Too lazy to make this look nice and too lazy to proofread

“Mmngh fuck…” Jake lets out a broken whine, biting hard into his lower lip as his head falls back against the headboard. His eyes squeeze shut, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, every inch of him trembling underneath you.

Why is he like this you may ask?

Because of you.

One of his closet friends, the one he’s been helplessly crush on for months, is currently riding him like there’s no tomorrow.

And honestly? Jake thinks he might actually die from how good it feels.

You weren't even supposed to end up here. The plan was simple: calculus homework in his dorm, complain about derivatives for an hour, maybe order greasy takeout afterward. That was it.

But then your knee brushed his under the desk.

Then your hand lingered too long when you passed him a pencil.

Then he laughed at one of your stupid jokes and looked at you for just a second too long, cheeks pink and eyes soft behind his glasses.

And then somehow you were kissing him.

Now you're on his bed in his shared dorm room, surrounded by faded band posters, psychic diagrams thumbtacked crookedly onto the wall, and stacks of math textbooks lined neatly beside his desk. The room smells faintly like detergent, paper, and him. Warm. Comforting.

Jake can barely process any of it.

Especially not with the way you're slowly sinking down onto him again.

A loud, wet clap fills the room and Jake gasps sharply, fingers digging into your waist hard enough to leave marks. "Holy-fuck," he chokes out, eyes flying open to watch where your bodies meet.

The sight nearly ruins him.

You above him, hair messy, lips swollen from kissing him, chest rising with every shaky breath.

Jake’s not a virgin, no, but with how long he’s gotten his dick touched, he might as well be considered one.

The curve of your body in the dim dorm lighting looks unreal, like something his brain made up to torture him.

Watching you settle yourself on him earlier had already almost made him cum immediately.

The way you'd grabbed his shoulders for balance, biting your lip as you slowly lowered yourself into his lap—

God.

Jake's pretty sure that image is burned permanently into his brain.

His hands slide up your sides now, hesitant at first, almost reverent. Like he can't believe he's actually allowed to touch you like this. His fingertips brush beneath your shirt, skimming over warm skin before grazing your nipples accidentally.

His breath catches.

Gosh, you have nice tits.

Every roll of your hips earns a soft gasp or a bitten-off moan from him. He bucks his hips shallowly to meet you, his head rolling back against the cushions. “You’re… incredible,” he chokes out, pupils blown wide. “Don’t… stop.” His eyes flutter shut as he surrenders control.

You can feel how tense he is beneath your hands.

How badly he wants to touch you but keeps holding himself back, like he's scared of doing something wrong.

"Jake," you murmur, leaning down closer, "you don't have to be gentle."

Your fingers wrap around his wrists, guiding his hands lower until they settle on the swell of your ass.

"You can touch me. Guide me how you want."

A small, punched-out sound escapes him. His glasses slip low on his nose. His fingers flex, kneading hesitantly at your skin. He bites his lower lip, his wide-eyed gaze locked on yours.

“Oh,” he breathes, the word full of stunned, giddy understanding. “Here.”

You nod once.

That's all the permission he needs.

His grip tightens immediately, more confident this time, kneading at your ass while he helps pull you down harder onto him. Jake moans openly at the feeling, head falling back against the headboard with a dull thud.

"There," he whimpers. "God, there-"

You brace your hands against his broad shoulders as his rhythm starts matching yours. Every thrust upward makes your breath hitch. The room fills with the messy sounds of skin slapping together, quiet curses, and Jake's embarrassingly pretty moans.

His gaze is locked on yours, pupils blown wide with a mix of shock and obedience. "This is—" he starts, but the words get swallowed in a throaty whimper as he pulls you closer. "Is this... okay? I just—I really need to feel you."

"Yeah, Jakey," you tease softly, reaching into his curls and messing them up even more. "You're doing amazing."

The nickname nearly kills him.

Jake's eyes snap back to yours, dark and blown wide with want. He looks wrecked already—hair sticking up everywhere, lips red and bitten raw, glasses fogging from the heat between you both.

And still he keeps looking at you like you hung the stars.

His gaze drifts lower unconsciously, following the bounce of your chest with every movement. His mouth parts slightly.

"God," he breathes, almost dazed. "You're beautiful."

The words tumble out before he can stop them.

Not rehearsed. Not smooth.

Just honest.

“You think I’m pretty?”

Jake blushes immediately afterward, crimson spreading all the way down his neck. "I-yeah, I mean—you're really beautiful," he stammers breathlessly. "Like seriously, you're-fuck-"

Your walls squeeze around him and he breaks off with a helpless moan.

"Stop squeezing," he pants weakly, though the expression on his face says the opposite

You laugh softly at how utterly gone he already is.

His eyes flick away shyly for a second before finding yours again, completely earnest.

"It's just.." He swallows hard. "You're wow."

Oh how that accent is such a turn on.

The sincerity in his voice sends heat straight through your stomach.

Carefully, you reach up and slide his glasses off his face.

Jake blinks at the sudden blur, confused for half a second before you place them onto your own nose instead.

The reaction is immediate.

His jaw actually drops.

Because now he gets to look at you wearing his glasses while sitting in his lap, flushed and breathless and completely wrecking him.

Jake blinks in sudden focus as the world sharpens, then softens again with your reflection in his lenses—his jaw slack, cheeks flushed. "Hey," he rasps, breath hitching when your fingers brush against his temples. "You're..." He trails off, eyes tracing your framed-up face, the curve of your smile through the glass, a fresh wave of heat crawling up his neck. "You look... extremely sexy."

The pure genuineness in his voice turns you on even more, if that's somehow possible.

Jake isn't trying to sound smooth.

That's what makes it better.

Every compliment falls out of him like he physically can't hold it in. Like he's spent months thinking these things quietly to himself and now they're finally spilling free all at once.

"You have no idea," he says breathlessly, eyes fixed on you like he's hypnotized, "how long I've wanted this."

Your movements slow for a moment.

"What?"

Jake immediately looks horrified with himself, like he hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"I just—" He cuts himself off with another shaky moan when you grind down against him harder.

"Fuck... I mean..."

"You've wanted this?" you ask softly.

He nods once, embarrassed.

"So bad," he admits quietly.

Something in your chest tightens.

Because this isn't just sex anymore.

Not with the way he's looking at you.

Not with the way his hands hold you like you're precious.

Not with the way he keeps checking your expressions every few seconds, making sure you still feel good too.

You lean down and kiss him again, slower this time.

Jake melts instantly.

His hands slide up your back, pulling you impossibly closer while he kisses you like he's been starving. Messy and desperate and sweet all at once. Every little sound you make against his mouth has his hips jerking upward uncontrollably.

When you finally pull away, his lips chase yours instinctively.

"Please don't stop kissing me," he whispers, completely wrecked. “Gosh I love you.”

The words come out embarrassingly needy, barely louder than a breath, and it only gets worse when you start rolling your hips against him again.

Jake gasps sharply, fingers digging into your thighs. "Oh-fuck, fuck-"

"You're so whiny," you tease, grinning down at him. “And I love you too.”

His face burns instantly, not knowing if you actually meant it or you’re just saying it in the heat of the moment.

"I can't help it," he whines, voice cracking when you grind down harder. "You feel too good— ah, shit-"

Another loud moan spills from him before he can stop it. His head drops back against the headboard, throat exposed, curls sticking messily to his forehead while his hands keep guiding your hips despite how overwhelmed he looks.

Every movement pulls another sound from him.

Little broken whimpers.

Breathy curses.

Desperate gasps punched out of his chest.

The room is practically filled with his noise now.

"Jakey," you laugh softly, leaning down until your lips brush his ear, "you know the other people in the dorms could probably hear you right now?"

That nearly kills him.

"Oh my god," he groans, mortified and turned on all at once. "Don't say that— please- fuck..."

His hands tighten on your waist anyway, still helping bounce you on his cock like he physically can't stop himself.

"So loud," you murmur against his skin.

Jake lets out another helpless moan at the words alone.

You drag your lips slowly down his neck, and his entire body jolts beneath you.

You drag your lips slowly down his neck, and his entire body jolts beneath you.

"Wait— wait—" he pants shakily, though he's clearly not trying to stop you. "If you keep doing that I'm gonna-"

You suck a dark mark into the side of his throat.

Jake cries out loudly.

Actually cries out.

His back arches off the mattress while his grip on you turns desperate, almost bruising. "Holy shit-”

"There," you hum against his skin before kissing another mark lower down. "Need everyone to know who made you sound this pathetic."

"I'm not pathetic," he argues weakly, immediately ruined by the pathetic whine that leaves him right after.

You laugh again, and the sound makes his stomach twist.

Jake's glasses are still on your face. His eyes are glassy and unfocused as he stares up at you, lips swollen from kissing, hickeys already blooming across his neck.

"You look so pretty like this," you whisper.

The compliment punches straight through him.

His hands guide your hips faster now, desperate and uneven. He can barely keep a rhythm anymore.

"I'm close," he blurts out suddenly, panic and pleasure mixing in his voice. "Fuck— I'm really close-"

You kiss him again to swallow the stream of noises pouring from him.

"That's okay," you murmur against his mouth. "Let go for me."

That's all it takes.

Jake breaks with a loud, wrecked moan, head thrown back while his entire body tenses beneath you. His fingers clamp onto your hips as he spills with a helpless stutter of your name, whining through every second of it like he physically can't contain the feeling.

"Oh my god— fuck— fuck—"

Your orgasm comes shortly after, being just as intense and pleasurable as his.

You slow your movements while he rides out the orgasm, twitching underneath you and breathing like he just ran a marathon.

For a while, neither of you say anything.

You just collapse forward onto his chest, both sweaty and breathless while Jake weakly wraps his arms around you.

His heartbeat is going ridiculously fast.

You can hear it clearly with your cheek pressed against him.

Jake stares up at the ceiling for a minute, still trying to recover, before he suddenly lets out a dazed little laugh.

“So does this make you… my girlfriend?” Jake asks a little nervous as if he didn’t just have sex with you.

“Yea I guess it does,” you kiss his cheek before leaning over him and taking his glasses off your face, putting them on the nightstand.

Now that makes him let out his smile.

"You know," he says breathlessly, fingers lazily tracing shapes along your back, "technically orgasms are actually caused by rhythmic muscle contractions combined with dopamine and oxytocin relea—"

"Jake."

"—which is why your brain temporarily loses critical thinking ski—"

"Jake, shut the fuck up."

First actual smut and first time I made a fic I finished the same day

Still working on that Spiderman Ni-ki fic even though it’s been 7 months 😬😭

Maybe I’ll try to write more longer fics or porn with plot once I finish that one

Thanks for reading my fic baiii

Boarders from @uzmacchiato

[stangiyuuu]

FALLING FOR YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN

How it feels to fall in love with Spider-Man

spiderman!ni-ki x f!reader

Warnings Kissing, Mentions of violence and injuries (well it’s spiderman so…) Ni-ki WILL be referred to as Riki

Got inspired to upload after rereading this post by @bywons

(And cause I’ve been working on another ni-ki spiderman post but I might not even post it so…)

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI is your annoying, unserious seatmate that you just so happen to tutor. And for whatever reason he’s always doing something irritating. Tapping his pen, spinning his pencil, whispering stupid jokes under his breath even during quizzes. You swear he exists just to ruin your concentration—and he swears he’s “not even doing anything.”

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who steals your eraser, twirling it in his fingers like it’s a stress toy. “I need this more than you,” he says with full confidence.

“That’s literally mine,” you deadpan.

“But I need it.”

“You have your own.”

“It’s ugly.”

He slides the eraser to his chest like he’s protecting it from danger, dramatically gasping when you reach for it.

You roll your eyes but don’t fight him for it, which only makes him smirk deeper.

He won’t admit it, but the real reason he steals it is because it smells like you—soft, familiar, and safe in a way he doesn’t have words for.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who vanishes the second lunch ends.

Everyone else assumes he’s skipping, or lazily wandering around the halls, or sleeping in the library.

But you?

You notice the patterns.

You always have.

He’s gone for exactly 12–19 minutes.

He always comes back panting or sweaty, looking like he just climbed Mt. Everest.

In reality, he’s swinging across skyscrapers, chasing a low-level villain who decided robbing a deli was a good idea.

He’s dodging blasts, cracking jokes mid-fight, webbing someone to a lamppost, thinking—

I wish I were sitting in class right now. Next to her. Being annoying.

He knows that’s insane… but he still thinks it.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who actually enjoys your company. At some point—he doesn’t know when—your presence stopped being “annoying fun” and became “dangerously comforting.”

He likes studying next to you.

He likes when you explain something and your voice softens without you realizing.

He likes when you scold him, when you roll your eyes, when you accidentally laugh at his dumb jokes.

But liking you feels like a luxury he doesn’t deserve.

He tells himself he doesn’t have time for feelings.

Relationships.

Normal teenage things.

Because he’s not normal.

Not when he’s bruised every day.

Not when he can barely balance school and saving strangers.

And besides…

You’d never date him.

He’s convinced of that.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who lands on a building after your tutoring session, He doesn’t go home right away.

He always needs a moment to breathe.

He lands on the rooftop you always pass on your walk home. Crouched, hands braced on his knees, mask off, sweat dripping into his eyebrows.

He isn’t exhausted from studying—though pretending to understand math does feel like a battle.

He’s exhausted from fighting a villain an hour earlier.

From dodging knives sharper than the words he tells himself.

From being seventeen and responsible for people who will never know his name.

The city feels too big.

The danger feels too close.

And the loneliness…

God, the loneliness feels like it’s eating him alive.

He wonders—quietly, almost guiltily—if it would all hurt less if he weren’t doing this alone.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who, after fighting a villain and saving lives will absolutely swing across half the city to make it to class on time. He swings so hard his shoulders ache.

Drops into an alley, nearly face-plants, yanks off his suit, stuffs it into his backpack, and sprints to school like his life depends on it.

He bursts into the classroom panting.

Hair messy.

Shirt half-tucked.

Neck red from the suit collar rubbing his skin.

You stare at him like a disappointed parent.

“Why are you out of breath?”

“I… like cardio?” he says, wheezing.

The teacher immediately pauses class.

“Riki. Care to explain why you’re forty minutes late?”

He points at the floor. “Hallway traffic.”

There is no hallway traffic during classes. He knows it. You know it. The teacher definitely knows it. But she just sighs, gestures for him to sit, and continues the lesson with the kind of defeat only teachers can achieve.

Riki sinks into his chair next to you, still panting, still sweating, still pretending nothing happened.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI He leans closer, like he wasn’t JUST called out in front of the entire class.

“Can you believe she hates me?”

You don’t even look up from your notes.

“I wonder why.”

“I’m a delight,” he insists.

“Maybe stop randomly leaving class every day?”

He pouts.

Which is hilarious because he’s trying to pout coolly, which is physically impossible.

You sigh.

He smiles.

He’ll take the scolding if it means you’ll talk to him.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who notices every tiny habit you have— the way you twirl your pen, the way you stare at the board when you’re confused, the way your shoulder tenses when you’re stressed. He memorizes it all without trying.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who tries to act unfazed around you, but the second you casually bump his knee under the desk? He short-circuits like a malfunctioning robot.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who hates that he likes you. Like, genuinely hates it. You’re his seatmate. His tutor. The person he loves annoying for absolutely no reason. So why does his heart feel stupidly warm every time you talk to him? Why does he think about you when he’s on patrol hoping you’re safe from whatever? Is he teasing you because it’s fun— or because he wants your attention?

He tells himself he has no idea why.

But he does.

He likes you.

Too much.

Way too much.

And it terrifies him.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who goes home from a fight with a villain fresh bruise on his shoulder , lying down on his bed like nothing happened before his mother walks in.

“What happened to you?”

“Fell down the school stairs.”

“Again?”

“…very slippery stairs.”

“Riki…”

He gets so sick of the lying that he can’t help but let a few tears slip. His mother hugging him instantly.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who wants his mom to know so badly. He wants to stop giving her bullshit excuses for every new injury every day. But he can’t. So he just cries silently into her shoulder, pretending the world isn’t on top on him.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who wants to tell you too— just so you could understand him better. Understand why he’s always tired. Understand why he disappears everyday. Understand why he pretends he doesn’t care about anything, when in reality he notices everything.

•SPIDERMAN!RIKI who wishes for a normal life—and a normal high school experience —just for a moment. Just long enough to know what it feels like to show up to class on time, to not hide bruises under a hoodie, to laugh with friends at lunch instead of running across rooftops. Long enough to sit beside you without guilt tugging at his ribs. Long enough to be a teenage boy instead of a hero in a mask.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who spends nights on rooftops, mask half-on, heart racing from the adrenaline and the loneliness that sometimes hits when the city finally goes quiet.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI whose gaze drifts to you walking far below him on the sidewalk, and he can’t help the pang of longing as he watches you exist so peacefully— something he doesn’t remember how to do.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who swings down and awkwardly tries to start a conversation with you. The mask not helping him sound confident at all

“Hey,” he leans against a stop sign, trying to play it cool. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here so late?”

He immediately regrets saying that with how creepy that sounded.

“Walking home..? Don’t you have better things to do, Spider-man?” You’re extremely confused why in the world the masked hero is talking to you of all people.

“…Let me walk you,” he blurts. “I can give you some company.”

“Well… if you want to.”

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who walks you home surprisingly smoothly. Actual conversation. No stuttering. No awkward jokes. He leaves by swinging away— then almost crashes into a wall out of sheer adrenaline.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who texts his best friend Jungwon about what happened:

Riki: “Dude I walked her home.”

Jungwon: “that was the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

Riki: “??”

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who the next day decides he absolutely cannot act normal around you because normal means accidentally confessing, so he defaults back to being annoying.

He taps his pencil nonstop, dramatically sighing whenever you explain something, throwing his head back like he’s in a tragic movie. You glare at him, “Can you not?”

Riki flashes a grin that fails to hide how nervous he is. His knee bounces so much the table shakes. He’s trying so hard not to think about how he walked you home as Spider-Man, how your voice sounded up close, how you smiled under the streetlights. Annoying you is the only thing keeping him from combusting.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who tries to ask Jungwon for advice but ends up getting roasted for an hour.

“Just confess,” Jungwon says.“NO,” Riki immediately refuses.

“Then stop flirting with her as Spider-Man.”

“I don’t flirt—”

“You literally called her pretty.”

Riki slaps a hand over his face. “I panicked.”

Jungwon groans so hard it sounds like a dying animal. “You are impossible.”

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who decides he’s going to “confess without confessing,” which makes absolutely no sense, not even to him, but he commits to it anyway.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who spends an hour at the bodega staring at the flower buckets like he’s choosing a bomb wire to cut. He picks the prettiest bouquet he can find—then immediately ruins it by swinging across three rooftops with it tucked under his arm.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who shows up at your house completely out of breath, hair a mess, flowers half-crushed like they’ve been through a natural disaster.

You stare.

“…Riki?”

He holds out the bouquet with trembling hands.

“They’re beautiful,” you say softly.

He groans. “They were beautiful.”

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who hides behind the ruined bouquet like it’s a shield.

“They’re amazing, I love them,” you reassure.

He peeks over the petals like a guilty raccoon. “Really…?”

You nod.

And then comes the fatal question:

“…Wait, how do you know where I live?”

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who absolutely panics.

He blurts, “GPS.”

You blink. “You have my location?”

His soul leaves his body. “NO— I MEAN— GOOGLE— I MEAN— lucky guess??”

He is dying inside.

Only Spider-Man would know where you live, and you’re starting to connect dots.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who runs away (coward), mumbling excuses about “homework” even though it’s Saturday and you both know he never does homework early.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who swings straight to Jungwon’s house, crashes through his curtains, and lays face-down on the floor.

“I embarrassed myself,” he groans.

“When do you not?” Jungwon mutters.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who tries to avoid you for the next two days—except he can’t, because you’re quite literally seatmates.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who keeps being annoying to cover his feelings—flicking your pencil, stealing your pens, leaning too close on purpose—because he’d rather act like a menace than admit he almost confessed.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who, despite trying to act normal, smiles every time he thinks you’re not looking. Spoiler: you’re always looking.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who spots you walking home late again and immediately swings down in the suit.

“Hey,” he says, trying to sound cool.

“You again?” you tease.

He clears his throat. “I was… in the area.”

You blink. “Do you… hang out in my neighborhood?”

“No! I mean yes—I mean no—look, can I walk you home again?”

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who walks beside you chatting, arms crossed, mask tilting down every time you laugh.

He wants to tell you.

He wants to stop hiding.

• SPIDERMAN!RIKI who steps closer to your porch and hesitates.

“I— think I should tell you something,” he says quietly.

Your heart thuds.

“What is it?”

SPIDERMAN!RIKI whose gloved fingers slowly reach for his mask—hesitating, pulling it up just a little, breaths loud under the fabric.

He’s about to reveal himself.

He’s shaking.

SPIDERMAN!RIKI who freezes when he feels your hands suddenly grab the mask—and pull it off in one clean yank.

SPIDERMAN!RIKI who stands there, mask in your hand, his face flushed, his eyes wide, whispering, “…hi.”

You stare at him, soft shock on your face.

“I knew it,” you whisper. “Of course it was you.”

SPIDERMAN!RIKI who stands there, mask in your hand, his face flushed, eyes wide.

“You… YOU KNEW?!”

“Not for sure,” you say calmly, “but who else disappears every lunch period, shows up breathing like he ran a marathon, and knows exactly where I live?”

He opens and closes his mouth like a goldfish.

SPIDERMAN!RIKI who blurts out the confession he’s been holding in for months.

“I like you,” he says, voice cracking. “A lot. Like, a lot a lot. I’ve tried to stop but I can’t and I know I’m annoying and stupid and always leaving—”

SPIDERMAN!RIKI who barely finishes the sentence because you grab the front of his suit and pull him down into a kiss.

SPIDERMAN!RIKI whose hands immediately go to your waist, melting into the kiss like he’s been waiting centuries for it.

SPIDERMAN!RIKI who pulls back with the dopiest smile anyone has ever had.

“So… does this mean we’re dating?”

“Yes,” you laugh. “It means we’re dating.”

SPIDERMAN!RIKI who looks at you, heart full, and realizes that even with villains, rooftops, and chaos…

He’s not alone anymore.

I know I be disappearing let’s just pretend I don’t 😀

Divider from @uzmacchiato

[stangiyuuu]

Seat mate issues n.rk

fwb!ni-ki x f!reader

Summary Astra, the leader of ILLIT, is in a tad bit of a fwb situation with her senior, Ni-ki from Enhypen. All she wants is to relax on her flight but Ni-ki has no intention on letting that happen…

Warnings Sexual content/Smut, FWB/Mature Relationships, Groping/Physical intimacy, Teasing/Sexual tension/Voyeuristic moments, Strong Language, Mature themes, Fan culture/ Idol life context, basically just really suggestive, (main characters name is Astra but it’s stated like once and Ni-ki is referred to as Riki)

3:45AM.

That’s the time you and your members arrive at Incheon Airport.

And, of course, it’s also the exact time everyone decided to show up with cameras.

All you guys did was step out the van, and now no one can see anything in the sea of flashes and phones.

You didn’t get much sleep last night. You’re trying your hardest to not fall asleep right then and there.

“Did you even get any sleep last night?”

A quiet whisper reaches you. You look down to your left—it’s Iroha, the maknae, the baby that holds ILLIT together, her eyes wide and worried under the bright lights.

“I slept… it’s just uh- being woken up early threw off my sleep schedule” you mumble, mentally slapping your forehead.

Bullshit. You didn’t even need to lie. You weren’t at the dorm. Not your dorm, at least.

You were at Riki’s.

Fuck.

You shouldn’t even have been there.

And now, standing here in front of hundreds of cameras and a sea of phones, every memory of last night feels impossibly heavy. You just hope no one can see what’s really on your mind.

Flashback

8:30PM

You were leaving HYBE much later than all of your members. Who wanted to get some sleep before the flight

You drag your bag behind you like it weighed more than it actually did.

Then you saw him—Riki—lounging in the lobby with that with that infuriatingly cocky grin, hoodie half-zipped, hair falling into his eyes.

“You leaving already?” he teased, leaning casually against the wall.

“Well why would I stay it’s late,” you muttered, trying to keep your eyes on your bag.

Before you could walk out, your bag slipped, tumbling to the floor. He crouched, snatched it, and smirked. “Seriously. You can’t even manage your own bag?”

You groaned and reach your arm out for your bag but he lightly grabs your arm. “Come on, just a little detour. My place is closer than your dorm. Trust me.”

You hesitated—but before you could argue, he was already walking toward the dorm, dragging you along.

-

8:40PM

When you arrived, the front door clicked behind you and his other members were clearly home. Heeseung and Sunghoon’s bedroom lights were both on. Jay is 100% passed out in his room.

He glanced back at you, eyes glinting mischievously. Only sharing a dorm floor with 3 members meant there was a low risk of being caught.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “We’ll be fine. Follow me.”

He grabbed your hand and sneaked you into his room, shutting and locking the door with a soft click. The sudden quiet made your heart beat faster.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, trying to sound annoyed, but your voice wavered.

“Making sure you don’t sneak away,” he said, plopping onto his bed with that grin. “Honestly, you’re so predictable. I love it.”

You groaned, but he leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face. He was so annoyingly… cocky, so playful, and the tension was electric.

“Riki,” you warned, “don’t—”

But he didn’t listen. He kissed you. Soft at first, teasing, then pressing closer and digging his fingers in your hips when you didn’t pull away. You tried to resist, but his hand in your hair, the weight of him against you, and the memory of your past moments like this made it impossible.

His hands slid under your shirt, fingers tracing your ribs like he'd memorized the map of your body. You arched into his touch involuntarily.

"Missed this," he murmured against your collarbone, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

You pushed him back against the bed.

You climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips. The hoodie he wore—your hoodie, actually—rode up as your hands slipped underneath it, tracing the lean muscles of his stomach. He hissed, head falling back against the pillows, his grip tightening on your waist.

"…I missed you too," you admitted quietly, leaning down to bite at his jaw.

He groaned, hands sliding down to squeeze your backside. "God, you're amazing." He kissed you again, harder this time, tongue pushing past your lips. You moaned softly, shifting your hips against his, feeling him harden beneath you.

You rolled your hips deliberately, grinding against him through the fabric—the friction sent sparks up your spine. His breath hitched and he flipped you over in one smooth motion, pinning you beneath him. The hoodie slipped off your shoulder as he attacked your neck with kisses and bites, marking what he claimed.

"Fuck, Riki—" you gasped.

He pulled your sweats down just enough, his fingers teasing at the edge of your underwear. "Shh," he whispered, kissing you deeply as he slid them aside. "Gotta be quiet." He pressed his cock inside you in one slow, deep thrust that made your toes curl.

You bit his shoulder to muffle a moan, legs still wrapped around his waist.

He started moving, his pace slow and deliberate, each thrust hitting just the right spot. The bed creaked softly, but the sound was drowned out by your muffled whimpers and his quiet groans. His hands roamed everywhere—your breasts, your sides, gripping your thigh to hit deeper.

"You feel so good," he breathed against your ear, his hips snapping harder now, losing his restraint. You clung to him, nails dragging down his back, trying to stay quiet but failing—soft cries escaping every time he bottomed out.

A particularly deep thrust made you cry out. He clamped his hand over your mouth, eyes dark with want.

"Shh, baby."

You whimpered against his palm, your eyes rolling back as he picked up the pace, driving into you with ruthless precision. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside you that made your body tremble. He leaned down, sucking hard on the sensitive skin of your neck, ensuring there’d be marks tomorrow.

"You take me so well," he groaned, his breathing ragged.

He leaned back, spreading his legs wider, pulling you along with him. The new position allowed him to go even deeper, his balls slapping against your anus with each vigorous thrust. You could feel your release building, your inner walls starting to clench around him. He could feel it too.

"Cum for me," he commanded softly, removing his hand from your mouth to lace his fingers with yours instead. "I want to feel you."

He drove into you relentlessly, rubbing against your clit on every stroke. It was too much. Your back arched off the mattress, a loud moan tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you, your walls tightening around him rhythmically.

He cursed under his breath as you clenched around him, the sensation dragging his own release out of him. He fucked you through your high, his thrusts turning sloppy and erratic until he buried himself deep with a guttural groan, spilling into you.

You both collapsed against the mattress, chests heaving. He pressed his forehead against yours, pressing soft kisses to your sweaty skin.

"Love you," he whispered, kissing you again, slow and deep. He carefully pulled out, rolling onto his side and pulling you into his chest. He grabbed the tissues from the nightstand, cleaning you both up gently before tossing them aside and pulling the blanket over your tangled bodies.

You buried your face in his neck, your breathing still uneven. "Love you too."

-

You wake up in your dorm bedroom, the moonlight is filtering through the curtains. Your body is sore in all the right places, and Riki’s clothes hang loosely on you. Your suitcase is fully packed by the door.

Shit.

You didn’t even remember getting here. But the memory of last night—and him—was ingrained into your mind, impossible to ignore.

You roll a little too far off the bed and hit the floor with a thud.

“Ow…” you let out a sigh and lift yourself up back onto your bed.

The red glow of your nightstand clock reads 2:00AM. You don’t know how long you’ve been sleeping.

There’s still time before heading into the airport. No one’s waiting for you yet.

So you sink back into the pillows, close your eyes, and let sleep take you again.

End of flashback

3:51AM

The crowd outside is gone, but the chaos follows you in—reporters shouting questions, fans pressed against the glass, cameras raised high.

Your footsteps echo on the polished floor as you trail behind the others. The fluorescent lights overhead feel too harsh, your eyelids too heavy.

Iroha walks close beside you, her hand brushing yours like she wants to keep you steady. She doesn’t ask again if you slept—but the worried glance she throws your way says enough.

You keep walking. You have no other choice.

You feel Yunah’s hand on your back, steadying you.

Funny—how are you supposed to be the leader, when it’s them supporting you?

Yunah’s hand steady on your back, Iroha close at your side. Minju walks beside you, adjusting her bag, while Wonhee scans the area protectively. Moka lags just behind, grumbling under her breath at the noise.

From the far end of the terminal, a surge of screams rises. Fans are shouting, phones flashing everywhere. You glance toward the entrance and see it—Enhypen, your seniors, arriving in perfect formation, smiles and waves making the crowd erupt even louder.

Your stomach twists. They’re far from you, but the sheer energy radiating from the crowd makes the terminal feel smaller, louder, heavier.

You look at Riki for a second and turn your head the other way. You don’t need to get caught in kpop ship videos that over analyze everything.

Even though you are wearing his clothes.

You swallow hard, exhaustion and the memory of last night pressing down on you, but you keep moving forward. Even from afar, the flashes, screams, and energy of the crowd make your heart race. Somehow, you manage to stay upright, the leader who’s a good example, but a fragile human in reality.

-

4:03AM

You’re on the plane. There’s so many other groups making you seeing a rainbow of hair colors.

You and the girls are sitting in first class. The seat next to you is empty. Thank god. You’re not in the mood for small talk, not with anyone.

It’s dark out and the planes main lights are off with only the dim red lights. You’re sitting there, legs stretched out, arms crossed tight, and staring at the in-flight screen still on the main menu.

What’s there to watch anyway? You won’t even be on the plane for a long time.

Your gaze softens, eyes unfocused as sleep tugs at you. You’re right on the edge of zoning out when you hear it—the soft click of the seat beside you being pulled open.

Your head snaps to the right.

It’s Riki.

“Um… hello?” you say, eyebrows knitting together as your voice drops low, half confused, half irritated.

He doesn’t look sorry. Not even close. He smirks as he settles into the seat, slouching back like he owns the whole row. “What? Surprised?”

You stare at him, jaw tight. Out of all the seats he could’ve chosen—he picked this one.

“Riki, why are you—”

“Because it’s the best seat,” he interrupts casually, clicking his own screen on. His arm bumps yours when he stretches out, and he doesn’t bother moving it.

You let out a sharp sigh and turn back toward your untouched screen, pretending you don’t feel your pulse quicken.

Of course. Out of everyone on this flight, he has to be the one sitting beside you.

With a sharp exhale, you reach up and pull the seat separator between you, bringing it up with finality.

“Goodnight,” you mutter, arms crossed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of another glance.

For a few blessed seconds, there’s silence. Then you hear it—the quiet shuffle of movement. The faint click of a door sliding open.

Your head snaps up just in time to see him slipping through the side entry of your seat.

“Riki—”

Before you can finish, he’s grinning, sliding in next to you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You push at his shoulder, but he barely budges, laughing under his breath.

“Move.”

“No.” His tone is light, defiant, like a kid poking at something dangerous just to see what happens.

You shove harder. He leans back, letting you push, until you’ve forced him halfway out. Then, in one smooth move, he grabs your wrist, spins, and suddenly you’re the one being pushed back down into the seat.

“Seriously?” you hiss, eyes wide.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he drops into the chair, tugging you down with him so you land squarely across his lap.

Your breath catches.

He’s looking at you with that same smug grin, but there’s something sharper in his eyes now, something that makes your pulse race in ways you don’t want to admit.

“Much better,” he says softly, almost a whisper. His arm settles casually at your waist, keeping you there.

You’re frozen, heat rising in your chest, your mind screaming at you to get up—but your body doesn’t move. Not yet.

“Get off,” you hiss under your breath, hands braced against his chest.

“Pretty sure you’re the one sitting on me,” he shoots back, smirk widening.

You push at him again, but he doesn’t budge. If anything, he relaxes even more, head tilting against the seat like he’s completely comfortable with you pressed against him.

“You’re unbelievable,” you mutter.

“Thanks,” he says easily. His knee shifts, brushing against your leg in a way that makes your heart jump.

You glare down at him, but the dim cabin lights paint his face in shadows, and it’s unfair how good he looks right now—messy hair, hoodie collar tugged down, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Someone’s going to see us,” you whisper, scanning the aisle nervously.

He leans closer, grin softening into something far more dangerous. “So? Let them.”

Your throat tightens. He always does this—pushes, teases, pulls you in just close enough before you can shove him away.

“Riki…” you warn, but it comes out weaker than you intended.

“Relax,” he says, his voice dropping lower. “You’re acting like we didn’t already…” He trails off, deliberately, letting the implication hang between you.

Heat floods your face, the memory of last night rushing back. You swallow hard, nails digging into your arms as you cross them tightly.

“You’re a child,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

He just laughs quietly, leaning back into his chair, utterly unbothered. “Maybe. But you didn’t seem to mind yesterday.”

Your chest twists. You snap your eyes back to the glowing menu screen, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reply.

But you can feel him looking at you, still grinning in the dark.

Then, softly, like a knife slipping between ribs:

“…You’re still wearing my clothes.”

Your breath stutters.

You don’t move, but he keeps going, voice low enough that only you can hear. “Didn’t even notice, huh? I brought you back. To your dorm. Packed your suitcase for you.” His smirk sharpens, and his hand shifts closer. “You looked cute sleeping.”

Your chest tightens. “Riki—”

And then you feel it.

His hand slips under your shirt, fingers brushing bare skin at your waist. His rings are ice cold, making you flinch.

“Stop—” you hiss, grabbing at his wrist, prying, but he just laughs under his breath, holding you in place with infuriating ease.

“You’re too tense,” he teases, his thumb dragging slowly against your skin.

“Riki, seriously—” You dig your nails into his arm, twisting, but his grip lingers stubbornly, metal biting into your skin. Heat rushes to your face—anger, embarrassment, memory.

Finally, with one sharp shove, you tear yourself free—stumbling forward so suddenly you crash to the floor with a muted thud.

“Ow—” you groan, clutching at the seat to pull yourself up.

A quiet gasp comes from in front of you.

“Astra? Are you okay?” Yunah’s voice breaks through the dim cabin, worried but hushed. She’s already half-standing from her seat, eyes wide.

You freeze, heat rising in your cheeks as you push yourself upright quickly. “I’m fine,” you whisper, forcing a smile that feels thin and strained.

Yunah sees Riki, bows, and immediately turns her head away. I forgot.

He’s your senior.

Someone you’re supposed to respect.

And yet you always end up in his bed.

Or sometimes yours. Which last for hours that the girls definitely heard. Not a good look for the ‘best leader’.

Riki just leans back in his seat, arms crossed, smirk hidden in the shadow of the dim light. “Careful,” he murmurs, low enough that only you hear. “Wouldn’t want anyone to think I pushed you.”

Your jaw clenches as you sink back into your seat, avoiding Yunah’s gaze. You can still feel the ghost of his rings against your skin, cold and burning all at once.

You stay laying on the floor, cheeks burning. Your hair’s fallen into your face from the tumble, strands sticking out messily.

With a quiet sigh, you pull the elastic from your wrist and lean forward, gathering your hair into your hands. Your knees fold up against the seat as you balance, focused on tying it back before Yunah can worry more.

That’s when you feel it—Riki’s gaze, heavy, fixed.

You glance up, and he’s already smirking, one brow cocked.

“…Seriously?” he whispers, low enough that only you can hear.

You frown. “What?”

He tilts his head, his grin widening, shameless. “You’re on your knees in front of me. What do you think it looks like?”

Your mouth falls open in disbelief. “You’re disgusting.”

“You make it too easy,” he teases, voice dropping as his eyes drag over you.

You snap the hair tie tight, yanking your ponytail harder than necessary before sitting back on the ground with a sharp exhale.

“You’re a child,” you mutter again, refusing to look at him.

“Maybe,” he says, chuckling under his breath. “But you’re still here.”

The words hang between you, heavy, even as you turn your screen back on and pretend to zone out. But your pulse is still racing—and you can feel his grin without even looking.

You sit back hard against your seat, ponytail freshly tied, jaw tight. His grin hasn’t faded one bit, and it’s driving you insane.

“You know what?” you whisper sharply, turning your head just enough to glare at him. “You’re not even a good senior.”

That gets him. His smirk falters just slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“You think sneaking around, dragging me into our dorms is funny?” Your voice is a harsh hiss, words spilling out before you can stop them. “The walls in the dorm are thin, Riki. They heard us. All of them. Even Iroha. Shes too young to—”

You bite down on the rest of the sentence, heat crawling up your neck.

For a moment, his face is unreadable. Then he leans in, close enough that his breath grazes your ear.

“And you let it happen,” he whispers.

You freeze.

His lips curve into something darker, less playful than before. “Don’t talk to me about being a bad senior when you’re a bad leader.”

Your chest tightens, shame and anger tangling in your throat. You snap your head away, refusing to look at him, but the words echo louder than the engines roaring outside.

You don’t reply. You can’t.

But even as you stare at the frozen glow of the screen in front of you, you can feel his gaze burning at your side, daring you to break.

Your throat burns, but you don’t answer him. Not after that. Bad leader. The words slice deeper than you expected, lodging in your chest until it hurts to breathe.

You keep your eyes on the glowing screen in front of you, blinking fast, refusing to let anything slip. But he sees it. Of course he does.

Riki shifts in his seat, his smirk fading. He leans down, his voice lower now. “Hey—”

You try to stand, to shake it off, but your knees give way again. You stumble, fingers gripping the armrest, hair falling forward as you crouch on the floor.

“Damn it,” you mutter under your breath, more at yourself than at him.

Before you can push yourself up, his hand snakes down, rings brushing your wrist. Then, without giving you the choice, he pulls you up—firm, strong—and suddenly you’re back in his lap, his arm securing you there.

Your palms flatten against his chest instinctively, and you can feel his heartbeat through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Let me go,” you whisper, but it comes out shaky, not sharp.

He exhales, softer this time, his breath ghosting against the crown of your head. “You don’t get it, do you?” His fingers press lightly at your waist, the cold sting of his rings against your skin again. “I wouldn’t let them hear if I didn’t want them to.”

You jerk your head up, glaring at him, but the words die on your tongue when you see his expression. Not smug. Not mocking. Just… raw.

It unsettles you more than the smirk ever did.

Your pulse stutters, torn between pushing away and staying right where you are.

Your pulse races, hands pressing lightly against his chest, trying to push him off—but his grip doesn’t loosen. The cold rings bite into your skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth radiating from his body.

“You don’t get it,” he murmurs again, voice low, close enough that you can feel it against your ear.

Before you can reply—or even think—you feel him leaning closer. His lips brush against yours in a teasing, almost testing way.

You freeze.

Before you can pull away, he tilts his head, pressing his lips against yours.

It’s not soft. Not gentle. It’s demanding, claiming, pulling. You gasp, caught off guard, and his fingers dig lightly into your waist to keep you steady.

Your hands fly up, trying to push him away—but he doesn’t let you. He leans closer, tongue brushing yours, exploring. The kiss deepens, slow at first, then urgent, messy, and intoxicating.

Your chest heaves, heart hammering against your ribs. The world narrows to him—the weight of his arms, the heat of his body, the cold bite of his rings against your skin.

And then, just when you think you might actually regain control, he pulls back slightly, lips wet and shiny, a thin string of saliva connecting your mouths.

He doesn’t look embarrassed. Doesn’t even look tired. He’s smiling, that infuriating, arrogant grin that makes your knees weak.

“Still think I’m a bad senior?” he whispers, just close enough for your ears.

Your hands tremble against his chest, hair falling into your face, pulse racing. You can feel every word, every smirk, every teasing edge of him.

You don’t answer. You can’t.

You’re still reeling from the first kiss when Riki leans in again, smirk tugging at his lips, clearly enjoying every second of your flustered state.

Just as his lips brush yours, the cabin door slides open and a familiar voice calls out:

“Riki? You around here?”

Jake. His tone is casual, but the way he’s moving down the aisle makes your stomach drop.

Panic shoots through you. You shove yourself off Riki’s lap, stumbling back slightly. “Ah—um—hello!” you blurt, bowing quickly and stiffly toward Jake, trying to compose yourself.

Riki freezes for a moment, then bursts out laughing, sharp and teasing. “Oh wow… look at you bowing to my member,” he says, amusement dripping from every word. “That’s… new.”

You glare at him, cheeks burning. “Go with him,” you snap, gesturing toward Jake. “He’s looking for you.”

Riki raises an eyebrow, still grinning like he’s enjoying the show far too much. “You’re bossy when you want to be, huh?”

You narrow your eyes, crossing your arms, trying to hide the rapid beating of your heart. “Just… go. Now.”

He chuckles low, eyes still sparkling with mischief, before finally straightening and heading toward Jake with a dramatic sigh, clearly enjoying the fact that he got caught—but also that you’re flustered enough to command him like that.

You sink back into your seat, hair falling into your face again, trying to calm the heat rushing through you. The laughter still lingers in your ears, and you can’t decide if you want to smack him or… never mind.

a/n

HIII!! I actually have motivation for once!! If there’s a spelling error please let me know. Anyways I’m sorry I’m kinda inconsistent it’s just I’ve been getting a lot of death threats and I’m being harassed so it’s making me not want to use this app but wtv. That’s also why I haven’t posted to Sunghoon ff I’m sorry 😭😭 It’s just I’m busy and then I had to deal with reporting people and yea. But it’s fine I hope you enjoyed this ❤️❤️ And don’t mind if the time makes no sense I was just putting anything 😀

LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS IF YALL WANT ME TO EXTEND THIS AND GIVE A BACKSTORY OR CONTINUE IT AND MAKE IT MORE FREAKY

Dividers are from @enchanthings

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IM COOKING UP SOMETHING REAL GOOD IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED IN THE TAGLIST LEMME KNOW

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You’re lucky I love you - Nishmura Riki ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

Summary: Riki, your lovely boyfriend. Except he’s also EXTREMELY annoying. Like that man is an insane liar and 100% enjoys making you go crazy. But he only does it for your apology kisses. But this time he took it a littleee too far.

A/N: this is from a c.ai I made and I didn’t change anything really sorry if it’s missing some things

Warnings: angst (if you squint), Riki lowkey horrible, fluff overall

It’s Friday afternoon, Riki is laying on the bed, playing whatever on his phone and you’re sitting right next to him, staring him down. “Riki.” You say with a pout of your lips. “Yess?” He says not looking up from his phone. “Move!” You pat his shoulder, “You’re laying on my Jellycat he’ll get smooshed!” Riki doesn’t move at all and just stares at his phone. So you get a great idea, to do what? Push him! Not off the bed but off to the side “Hey!” Riki says clearly offended you’d do such a thing. You roll your eyes and turn the other way. “You kinda remind me of my ex when you get all bossy like that.” Riki says with a slight chuckle before this time you actually push him off the bed. “Why would you say that? Do you still think about her?” “Babe-“ “Leave me alone.” You say clearly upset he’d say such a thing. Ni-ki gets the hint and leaves the room.

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An 1 hour later Riki softly knocks on the door before coming in. He’s holding some flowers and chocolate in his hand. Meaning he felt bad enough to get you gift. “Chocolate?” You say looking at him still feeling quite upset. “Yes chocolate.” He says and begins to climb onto the bed and hands you the chocolate while placing the flowers on the nightstand. “I’m sorry for saying that my love. I shouldn’t have mentioned her.” Riki says with quite the guilt in his eyes. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for pushing you.” You look directly at him with the chocolates still in your hands. Riki responds with a quiet “Mm” before you open of your arms for a hug and he snuggles you close to him. He kisses your forehead and rubs your back before you ask, “Can we cuddle?” Riki nods and lays down with you patting your back. “Why would you go to the store in pajamas you idiot.” Riki replies saying “Cause I love you.” And gives you a quick peck before getting quiet again.

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“You know I don’t even have an ex, right?” Your eyes widen and you push his chest. “Hey!” You exclaim leaping up and looking at him likes he’s crazy. “It wasn’t true but I didn’t mean for you to be upset like that.” He looks down before continuing, “I’m sorry.” He looks at you with guilt in his eyes, “It’s okay. You will pay for this.” You whisper softly. “Can we keep cuddling?” “Yea.” Riki leans down to you and kisses your forehead.

“You’re lucky I love you”

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✧❁❁✧✿ Jake as your boyfriend headcannons ✿✧❁❁✧

nonidol!Jake

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• Jake as your boyfriend is coming to your house at 3AM when he can’t fall asleep

• Him just knocking on your door waiting for you to answer

• And when you open the door he softly kisses you and walks in like he lives there

• Going upstairs to your bedroom with him and laying on the bed

• Him just talking about random stuff

“Did you hear what I said happened with me and Jungwon?”

“Yes Jake I heard you tell your friends and you posted about it.”

“Oh, well I’m gonna tell you anyways.”

“Oh gosh-“

• But the smile on his face while he talks makes up for it

• He’ll eventually fall asleep hugging you

• He’s the type of guy to smile in there sleep

“Jake why are you smiling?”

“Mm, dreaming about you”

• SIMPPPP

• Genuinely he’s so down bad and acts like you aren’t his already

• Likes every single one of your instagram post commenting stuff like

“You’re so hot are you single??”

• And you’re over here responding like

“😐”

• He’ll most definitely fight people in the comments that say you look good because you’re only for him

• Type of guy to kiss you’re forehead he just gives off that vibe

• Also the type to refer to you as mommy when he’s talking to Layla about you

“Layla, do you wanna go see your mommy?”

• And about the sleeping stuff I lowkey think he would switch from a big spoon to a little spoon

•I can’t see him just being one

Okay that’s a wrap

DONE (sorry I lowkey disappeared)

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*＊✿Shoto Todoroki headcanons✿**

•Shoto doesn’t look like the kid of guy that wouldn’t say I love you but would rather show it (he would say it but not often but that’s besides the point)

•Like instead of saying I love you, he would do small things like holding your hand whenever you two walk together, or always asking if you want some of his food (even if you have your own)

“Y/N do you want any of my soba?” He says, sliding his bowls little closer to you. “I’m good Shoto, thanks though” “You sure? I don’t mind-” “Shoto baby, I already have some it’s okay” He pulls his bowl “Okay”

He put more in your bowl when you got up to use the bathroom 😭😭

•I think he wouldn’t really tell anyone about your relationship with him, either cause he didn’t want to or was never thinking about telling them.

•He would probably tell Fuyumi though and ask her for relationship advice

•He likes following you just to give you company (it’s really him wanting the company but that’s what he says)

•He also stares at you in class for a while too. Even if you look back sometimes he’ll keep staring or turn his head away with no emotion in his face

•He’s a big hugger behind closed doors… I can just tell especially when you guys sleep together

•Since when you guys cuddle he lays his head on your stomach and hugs your waist

•You two also hug you when he gives you flowers for- what ever reason

“Thank you Shoto, but why did you get me flowers?” You say looking down at the ones he got you. “My sister helped me get them. And also I thought that they looked pretty like you… But if you don’t want it-” “No no thank you baby” You say as you pull him into a tight hug.

❁ He just really loves you ❁

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