Kinks/Warnings: Tease & denial kink, sub!Arisu, light dom reader, dirty talk, begging, dry humping, edging, mild overstimulation, playful humiliation (soft), loving aftercare, emotional intimacy, mentions of canon Borderland events later on.
Word count : 1k
You and Arisu had been together for almost a year. Your relationship was a perfect mix of sweet affection, quiet comfort, anime marathons andâof courseâgaming. He was a self-declared nerd, and you absolutely loved that. Especially because whenever he got too deep into his gaming world, you knew exactly how to pull him out: by teasing.
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. The soft sunlight filtered through the curtains while Arisu sat on the couch in an oversized black T-shirt, his hair still messy from a nap, focused on the laptop resting on his thighs. His eyes were locked onto the screen, brows furrowed in concentration, fingers flying over the keyboard. You knew he had no idea how insanely hot he looked when he was so focused.
You quietly walked over in your comfy hoodieâwith no bra underneath, of course, since you were already planning this. Sitting beside him on the couch, you pretended to check your phone while stealing glances at him. Arisu was biting his lower lip, his glasses slipping down his nose...
You bit your lip too.
â "You winning, baby?" â you asked sweetly, laying your head on his thigh like it was the most innocent thing in the world.
â "Trying to," â he mumbled, eyes glued to the screen. â "Itâs ranked. People are playing hard..."
You nodded, but your fingers were already slowly tracing circles on his leg.
â "Mmm, sounds tough..." â you whispered, faking a yawn. â "But you're so smart⊠so good with your fingers..."
His pause was subtle. Almost imperceptible. But you noticed it.
Your hand slowly moved up his thigh, and Arisu finally glanced down at you, suspicious, his gaze half-lidded behind his glasses.
â "(Y/N)... you're..."
â "Iâm what?" â you teased, blinking innocently.
â "Youâre doing this on purpose."
You let out a soft giggle and kissed his cheek gently.
â "Me? Of course not. I just missed you. We barely touched today..."
And with that, you climbed into his lap, straddling him gently. You could already feel him getting hard under you. It never took much. One touch from you and he melted like butter.
Arisu gasped, panicked.
â "Babe, please, I... Iâm in a match... if I lose now, Iâll drop rankâ"
You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear.
â "Then win fast⊠or lose quick."
You began to roll your hips slowly against him through his pants, feeling him harden even more. His hands flew to your waist, hovering thereâhesitating between pulling you close or pushing you away. His body screamed yes, but his brain begged no. And you loved every second of it.
â "This is torture..." â he groaned through his teeth.
â "Mhm... it is."
You reached up, took his glasses off carefully, and set them down on the coffee table. He was already flushed, lips parted, breathing shallow. The game on his screen blurred from his sight as his teammates yelled over the mic, âARISU, COVER!!â but he didnât answer.
You kissed his neck, licking it softly, then whispered:
â "Are you gonna focus on your little game... or on me?"
He didnât reply. Just moaned. Loudly.
So you stopped.
Completely.
No more grinding. No more kisses. No more teasing.
He blinked, stunned.
â "W-Whyâd you stop?"
You gave him that devilish smile.
â "You havenât chosen yet."
Arisu looked at you like a kicked puppyâdesperate, needy, painfully hard beneath his sweatpants. And you? You simply slid off his lap, grabbed a book, and flopped onto the opposite end of the couch like nothing had happened.
â "Let me know when you decide."
He sat there, frozen, staring at you like youâd just ruined his life.
And you⊠were just getting started.
---
Arisu had been sitting there for the past ten minutes, shifting uncomfortably on the couch, his erection straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. He kept throwing you glancesâhalf angry, half beggingâbut you just flipped another page of your book, completely unbothered.
â â(Y/N)...â â he murmured, his voice already wrecked. â âYouâre really not gonna help me?â
You looked up, tilted your head slightly, and smirked.
â âHelp you with what, baby?â
He clenched his jaw, his fists gripping the edge of the cushion. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his legs were pressed tightly together like he was trying to relieve the ache somehow. But nothing helped. Not without you.
â âYou know whatâŠâ
â âUse your words,â â you said, pretending to be confused. â âYouâre a smart boy, right?â
He swallowed hard.
â âI⊠I need you,â â he mumbled, barely audible. â âI need to cum. It hurts...â
You slowly closed your book and set it down.
Then stood up.
Arisuâs eyes widened as you walked over to him, your expression unreadable. You straddled his lap againâslowly, painfully slowlyâgrinding down just enough to make him gasp.
â âYouâre such a mess alreadyâŠâ â you whispered against his lips. â âAnd I havenât even taken your clothes off yet.â
He whimpered.
You kissed down his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Your fingers slid under the hem of his shirt, dragging it up his chest and over his head. You kissed your way down his stomach until you reached the waistband of his pants.
Arisu was panting now, gripping the back of the couch so hard his knuckles turned white.
You tugged his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cockâalready red, swollen, leaking.
â âGod, look at you,â â you cooed. â âSo fucking desperate.â
You ran your finger along the underside of his shaft. Just once. He jolted like youâd electrocuted him.
â âPlease,â â he moaned. â âPlease donât teaseâŠâ
You ignored him, pressing soft kisses along the head of his cock, but never putting your mouth fully on it. Just breathing against it, licking it once, then pulling away.
â âYouâre not allowed to cum yet,â â you said sweetly. â âYou only cum when I say so.â
He nearly cried.
â â(Y/N)... Iâ I canât take it... Iâm gonna cum, I swear, I canâtââ
You wrapped your hand around the base, tight, and he choked on his moan.
â âNo you wonât,â â you warned. â âYouâll hold it. Or Iâll stop completely. Do you want that?â
He shook his head wildly.
â âN-No! Pleaseâdonât stopâplease, Iâll be good, Iâll be so goodâjust donât stopââ
You smiled, so satisfied with your obedient, begging little mess of a boyfriend.
â âThen breathe, Ryohei. Just a little longer, baby.â
You started stroking him, slow and tight, just the way you knew drove him insane. But every time you felt him twitchâevery time he got closeâyou stopped. Again. And again. And again.
He was shaking now, his eyes glassy, mouth open in disbelief.
â âYouâre cruel,â â he breathed. â âYouâre so fucking cruelâŠâ
You leaned in, licking the shell of his ear.
â âAnd you love it.â
Arisu trembled beneath you, chest rising and falling rapidly while your hands gently traced the sweat-slick skin of his stomach. He looked ruined. A flushed, teary-eyed, blissed-out mess.
â âYou okay, baby?â â you whispered softly, brushing his damp hair away from his forehead.
He nodded weakly, voice hoarse.
â âY-Yeah⊠just⊠holy shitâŠâ
You giggled, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over the two of you, letting him curl into your chest like the needy little sub he was. His head rested right above your heart, his arms looped lazily around your waist.
â âThat was meanâŠâ â he mumbled, half-asleep already. â âYou almost broke meâŠâ
â âI did break you,â â you smirked, kissing the top of his head. â âAnd you loved it.â
He let out a soft whine, his cheek nuzzling against your skin.
â âCan we just⊠stay like this forever?â
You didnât answer right away. You just held him tighter, letting the silence stretch as your fingers traced lazy patterns on his back. You wanted to say yes. You really did.
But forever wasnât something anyone could promise.
Not really.
---
ONE MONTH LATER
You woke up alone in bed, stretching with a yawn and glancing at the empty space beside you.
His side was already cold.
A little note sat on your pillow.
âWent to meet Karube and ChĆta! Iâll bring snacks later. Love you, Ryohei âĄâ
You smiled sleepily, pressing the paper to your lips. You rolled out of bed and padded into the kitchen, still in your oversized hoodie (probably stolen from Arisu). You poured yourself some cereal, flicked on the TV...
And paused.
Something felt... off.
No news. No sound.
The screen was black.
You looked at your phone.
No signal.
No messages.
Your heart skipped a beat.
You called Arisu.
Voicemail.
Again.
Voicemail.
â
The day passed.
Then two.
Then a week.
There were missing person flyers in Shibuya.
Three boys.
One name made your heart stop.
Ryohei Arisu.
â
MeanwhileâŠ
Arisu laughed loudly as he dodged a random pedestrian, Karube and ChĆta chasing behind him through the crowded streets of Shibuya. He had his phone out, texting you.
âChĆta almost tripped over a dog. You wouldâve cried laughing lol. Miss you. âĄâ
Thenâ
A crash.
They darted across the crosswalk, people yelling behind them. A car swerved. A police whistle blew.
They ran.
Arisu typed one last thing.
âBuy you something sweet later.â
Then they slipped into the bathroom stall at the station.
Panting.
Laughing.
Still glowing from the teasing youâd done the night before.
Hi, how are you? I hope you're well đ I'd like to ask Woojin, based on the second season, what you think Woo-jin and the reader's relationship would be like if they had a child. The scenario could be based on the first episode when they try to take Geon-Woo's mother away (sorry if it sounds a bit confusing, English isn't my first language).
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ᯠPAIRING âź Hong Woojin Ă đ !reader
ᯠSYNOPSIS âź Um vislumbre da vida de Woojin como pai e do relacionamento de vocĂȘs, entre intensidade, proteção e responsabilidade.
ᯠWORD COUNT ⟠1.9K
ᯠWARNINGS âź (minors dni!) SFW, NSFW & mini scenario list, relacionamento estabelecido, dinĂąmica familiar, gravidez & parentalidade, menção de violĂȘncia (nĂvel do cĂąnone), menção a sexo sem proteção, linguagem sugestiva e explĂcita, leve angĂșstia.