𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠~ downbad!niki x downbad!reader (or) heavilytattooed!niki x heavilytattooed!reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬~ smut (18+ mdni!!!) p in v, Dom!niki, sub!reader, a little bit rough, tattoo kissing, back shots, doggy style, reader has several tattoos, Niki has a few more than reader but a tattoo of her eyes on his right hip, tattoo appreciation/obsession reader has a sensitive back tattoo, niki is referred to as riki, reader is referred to as y/n ONCE!!
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬~ You just got yourself a fresh back tattoo and your boyfriend, riki, can't get enough of it!
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭~ 1086 (longer than before)
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭~???
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞~ tell me why I keep writing fics at midnight 🙏 it like this is high key a double update (with the smau I posted). But did I cook guys?
It was sensitive, to say the least. Your new tattoo. Freshly done. It was a back tattoo, the ink trailed all the way down your back. The words '𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆' written across your spine. It hadn't hurt much, just a tingle, but now it was sore.
One thing about it that was considerably hard to miss was the obsessive, six foot tall boyfriend always staring at it. Ever since you came home with that beautiful sentence drawn on your back, Riki had barely been able to keep his hands off you. He was pathetic. Utterly and gorgeously pathetic.
But his piercing eyes didn’t stop you from flaunting the tattoo. You had worn cropped shirts and tube tops just to show it off- even going as far as to wearing a bedazzled, sheer-backed hoodie when going out with him.
He was jealous all night. You called it possessive, he called it protective. Either way, he acted out a little too much to your childhood best friend, Jonah. You had apologised to him later though.
Now, it was three fucking am and you couldn’t sleep because Riki was humping your leg. Not ideal.
“Riki, baby? What are you doing?” you sighed like this was a regular thing and you were only checking to see if he was tired yet and not why the fuck he was humping you.
“Oh- shit..,” he hissed, pulling back as though that would erase what you had just seen caught him doing, “I- I didn’t realise you were awake, I’m so sorry, babe, that’s was disgusting of me-“
You hummed quietly, then spoke again, “Does it hurt that much?” while turning over and kissing his cheek.
He nodded in response, burying his face in your neck- sucking and biting on the soft flesh there as he mumbled quietly, “Can you help me?”
You pressed a gentle kiss to his soft lips, sending a wave of warmth through your body as his hands wandered under your tank top towards the sensitive skin.
Shocked, you twitched at the soreness that lingered around the area, but Riki just pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder and muttered, “Been thinking about giving you back shots since you came home with this fucking tattoo the other day.” His jaw was set, restraint coiling in his muscles as he tried his hardest not to overwhelm you.
Once he had undressed both of you, he guided one of your hands to his right hipbone, where the ink of your cat-like eyes sat, while his other guided your free hand to his cheek, rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb.
“You looked so fucking good when I saw you, and you look so much better now that’s it’s healed,” he spoke while littering sweet kisses along your collarbone.
“It’s still sensitive, Riki,” you giggled when his fingers ghosted along your spine. You could feel his hardness pressed against your inner thigh, begging to be touched. But you wouldn’t do that yet, you would let the foreplay happen.
“I love it so much, princess,” he groaned and buried his face into your neck, breath fanning across your pulse point and eyelashes fluttering against your nape, “please let me inside of you- I need it so bad…”
He sounded so genuinely hurt that your eyes watered and you felt your own pain start to build up in your heart, “Of course, babe, I’ll turn over,” you whispered softly as your back now brushed his chest.
He sat up straight, knees on either side of your legs, the bone pressing gently into the mattress as it dipped beneath you both. “My god,” he muttered in awe as his fingers- once again- traced your tattoo, “I love you so much.
Riki leaned down, careful not to put all his weight on you, and peppered kisses along the flesh of your back. He was being so sweet that you barely even noticed that he was slipping inside until you felt him bottom out in you and let out a quiet moan.
Your breath hitched (a sound that he loved) as he began grinding against your backside with small, circular hip movements. Soon enough, your quiet breaths turned into to small whimpers, leading further into moans.
Every so often, Riki would press another kiss to you back as his hands traced the others tattoos that were littered along your body, the matching kiss mark that you both had on your leg hip, a rose behind your ear, the word ‘𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩’ on your inner thigh, everywhere his hands could reach.
Before long, his slow movements gathered speed, his large palms now pressed into your hips as he dragged you back and forth on his length, “Shit- you feel so good y/n, I can never-“ he paused, then let out a quiet, uncontrolled moan before continuing, “never- hmm- get enough of you…”
You titled your head slightly to face him as he spoke, hair sticking to your forehead and the back of your neck from the sweat, “I can’t-“ a barely-audible whimper slipped out from pass your lips, “ get enough of you either.
Riki smirked, eyes full of mischief and desire as he dragged you back and forth on his crotch harshly. You just whimpered again in response, and your boyfriend's eyes shine like just won the lottery.
You could feel the tight knot in your stomach aching as you approached your release.
“Are you close, baby?” he panted, hand already holding yours as they pressed into the mattress, “Me too, do it with me, please baby,” he squeezed your hand gently and you sighed, already nodding as he pounded into you faster than before.
When you finally came, it hit you like a tidal wave, both of your fresh fluids trainiling down your thighs and onto the bed as he pulled out of you, kissing your tattoo again.
You turned over in his grip so your back was pressed to his chest, “Did I go too hard?” he whispered against your shoulder, still looking for a way to improve even if the last session was perfect.
“You were amazing, babe,” you murmured back before closing your eyes.
“I love you, goodnight.”
“I love you more, good night, angel.”
Just as you began drifting off, you felt the unmistakable outline of Riki’s length pressed to your backside… again.
“Riki.”
“I’m sorry, I only looked at it, I swear!”
You sighed deeply and tiredly. This was going to be a long night.
Writers i have an idea for a fic/series HEAR ME OUT
A series based on the eat sleep drive in either their one in Korea or Australia with reader being the 8th or is it 7th member … wait🧍BRING BACK DADA but you get what i mean
How many smut scenes do you acc want in the heeseung fic?? Ive already done two but there's a few other places so I was wondering how many you guys wanted
enhypen baby trapping- Heeseung version, Jay version, Jake version, Sunghoon version, Sunoo version, Jungwon version, Niki version
Pairings~ bf!enhypen x gf!reader
Synopsis~ your boyfriend cut the condom without you noticing?!
Warnings~ smut (mdni 18+), dubcon/noncon in the sense that Sunoo cuts the condom to get reader pregnant without her knowing, creampie, swearing (I can’t think of anything else) IN NO WAY AM I ROMANTICISING THIS!!!!
Genre~ smut, hard thoughts, fluffy parts, angst (only for this one)
Word count~ roughly 1.1k…. I got a bit carried away…
Author note~ part five of the seven.. can you tell Sunoo is my bias wrecker?? Jungwon’s will probs be longer tbh. Also, there’s a lot of hate about this series in my inbox right now, I don’t appreciate these comments so please stop! Taglist open, requests open, anons come to me 💕!!
With one slow, deliberate thrust, Sunoo sank into your heat — a broken, desperate whine escaping his lips as he buried himself inside you.
Your nails dug into his shoulders as he began to fuck you, but his rhythm was different now — less dominant, more pleading. Each grind was a question, his hips rolling against yours as if begging for permission. “Ah — ah, fuck — please,” he whimpered, his forehead pressing against yours. “Please let me — I need —”
The filthy wet sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, but over it, his breathy moans were constant. He leaned down, his mouth on your neck, not tasting but gasping against your skin. His hips worked a desperate, uneven rhythm, chasing something he could barely control.
“F-feel that?” he stammered, voice cracking. “I’m — I’m filling you up so good, right? Please tell me I am. Please —”
You could only manage a whimper, arching into him, and he sobbed out a moan, driving harder, faster, but still with that same submissive edge — like he was fucking you for your pleasure, not his own. His thighs trembled as he neared the edge.
“I’m gonna — can I? Please let me come,” he begged, his voice hitched and whiny. “I need to — please, baby, please —”
Your walls clenched around his cock, and he let out a high, keening cry as he buried himself to the hilt, held there, and let go — hot ropes of cum pumping directly into your cunt. He shuddered through his orgasm, whimpering against your shoulder, his entire body shaking as you milked him dry.
For a long moment you stayed locked together, panting, his seed leaking out around the condom slightly where he was still buried. He kissed your forehead — a soft, needy press of lips — then pulled out slowly, watching his cum trickle down your thigh after pulling off what you thought was an intact condom.
“I love you so much,” he murmured, voice small and vulnerable. “So much — please don’t ever leave me.”
You pressed a kiss to his cheek, still breathless, and he let out a quiet, happy sigh. Carefully, he picked you up — arms trembling slightly — bringing you into the bathroom to wash the both of you off in the bath before carrying you once again to bed. He curled around you, nuzzling into your neck with a softness only he could bring.
For the past week, something had felt... off. At first, you ignored it. You were tired more often than usual, constantly nauseous in the mornings, and certain foods suddenly made your stomach turn. Everyone around you assumed it was stress or some kind of bug.
You tried convincing yourself of the same thing. Except it didn't go away. If anything, it got worse.
Every time you complained about feeling sick, your boyfriend, Sunoo, would freeze for the briefest second. It was subtle enough that most people wouldn't notice, but you knew him too well. Then he'd quickly cover it with concern. "Maybe you should see a doctor," he'd suggest gently.
After hearing the same recommendation for the third time, you finally booked an appointment. You expected a prescription. Maybe some vitamins. Instead, the doctor smiled and congratulated you.
Congratulations.
The word echoed in your head for several seconds before your brain finally caught up. Pregnant. You were pregnant. And somehow, that wasn't even the part that left you speechless.
The realization that followed hit much harder. The nervous looks. The strange guilt on Sunoo's face whenever the topic came up. The way he'd practically pushed you toward making that appointment.
By the time you got home, everything clicked into place. And you were furious. Not because of the baby. Never because of the baby.
If Sunoo had simply sat down and told you he wanted children someday, you would've listened. More than listened—you would've been excited. The thought of building a family with him had crossed your mind more times than you could count.
A child with his bright smile and warm eyes? You already loved the idea. Which made his actions hurt even more.
"Why didn't you just talk to me?" you demanded. The argument that followed wasn't pretty. Sunoo insisted he hadn't meant to hurt you. You accused him of not trusting you. He said he was scared. You said that wasn't an excuse.
By the time the fight ended, both of you were emotionally exhausted. Just like every serious argument you'd ever had, Sunoo ended up taking a blanket and disappearing into the guest room.
You pretended not to care. You absolutely cared.
The apartment felt strangely empty without him beside you.
Hours later, sometime after midnight, you heard the bedroom door slowly creak open. You didn't need to look to know who it was. Sunoo carefully slipped under the blankets and wrapped his arms around your waist. For several moments, neither of you spoke.
Then he buried his face against your shoulder, "I'm sorry." His voice cracked slightly. You stayed silent.
"I was scared," he admitted. "Not because I didn't think you'd be a good mother. Because I thought maybe I wasn't enough." Your heart softened despite yourself. Sunoo tightened his arms around you.
"I know I messed up. I know I hurt you." A pause. "But I love you more than anything." Then another. "And I already love our baby too."
The room fell quiet. "I'll spend every day making this up to you if I have to," he whispered. "I'll be there for every appointment, every craving, every bad day. Whatever you need."
Finally, you turned toward him. His eyes were already glossy with tears. You couldn't stay angry forever. Not when he looked at you like that. Not when you knew how much he genuinely regretted it.
So you reached up and cupped his face. Then you kissed him. The relief that flooded his expression made you laugh against his lips.
By the time the two of you finally fell asleep, tangled together beneath the blankets, the anger had faded into something much smaller. There would be challenges ahead. There would probably be more arguments too. But one thing was certain. No matter what happened during the pregnancy, Sunoo would be right there beside you—holding your hand every step of the way.
