Tension.
pairing: subi!riwoox dom!reader word count: 1.6k summary: You thought Riwoo didn't like you, never cracking jokes with you like he does with others. But once you catch him, it turns out Riwoo likes you a little too much. warnings: pervert riwoo, afab reader, panty sniffing, bl0wjob, i think that's all! everything written IS consensual!!
You and Riwoo have always had–something.
Tension might be the right word for it. Anytime you're the one doing his makeup, he already has red cheeks without any blush being applied to his apples yet. He doesn't get bashful with the other makeup artists; he is often silly with them. Cracking his dad jokes that leave everyone with rolling eyes and gentle laughter.
You noticed it's different with you.
At first, you took his silence as a sign that he didn't like you. He never cracked jokes with you, never said more than a greeting, or a few answers to the small number of questions you'd ask, fearing saying more would make his dislike grow.
This stopped being your thinking process when you caught him.
Sometimes the makeup artists have to change in their dressing rooms as well. All of you rushing to keep up with the fast and hectic schedule that the K-pop staff also must follow. You were on time with everything, slipping out of your clothes quickly to do touch-ups when the members came off stage, sweating and out of breath. One staff with a fan in hand and yours with a makeup brush.
You noticed the lack of Riwoo nearby but didn't have time to dwell on his whereabouts. Jaehyun was smiling at you as you applied his lipstick, a pretty, glossy pink tint. Natural yet pigmented enough to bring out the boy's tan skin.
“Wondering where Riwoo is?” he teases. You almost ignore him. Giving him a deadpan look before smiling yourself, never one to be too annoyed at his humour. “Maybe, what's it to you? Jealous?” you pick back. He just laughs. A hum escapes him before he falls silent, letting you continue your work.
You finish his touch-ups, adding highlighter to his cheekbones and the tip of his nose, as well as brown liner to the outer corners of his eyes. He's all set, as are the rest of the members. They can rest for a good while until they are needed again on stage.
So you take this time to change into your jacket, the chill of the building getting to you. Much to your surprise, Riwoo stands in the staff dressing room near your clothes.
You wonder how he hasn't heard you entering. Though you realize he’s preoccupied with something. You make a noise so your presence is known.
He panics, dropping what he was holding and spinning around quickly. You eye him before following his gaze down, his scrambling hands rush to pick up what he dropped.
Red and lacey, cheetah print bow in the front, all the details familiar to a piece of your wardrobe.
Your panties, to be exact.
“I didn't mean to!” he rushes to say, breaking the silence that you let sit.
“So what? They just magically slipped out of my bag and into your hand?” you question. You're amused more than anything; you should feel angry, but something else prys at your nerves.
Something hot and sticky.
“Who knew you were such a pervert, Riwoo? Thought you were all smiles and jokes,” you say. Walking closer to him, he doesn't look up, too ashamed to be caught doing something so gross.
Little does he know that very fact is what is turning you on, making you excited. He’s going to be such a pretty thing to play with.
You corner him back against the wall, sticking your chest out to press against his. The softness of your boobs makes his head turn, fighting his urge to look down at where they rest on him. The feeling was enough to make him want the fabric of your shirt to be off. Your skin against his.
“Do you smell any girls' panties? You a pervert like that?” he shakes his head earnestly.
“No, just– just wanted to try yours,” he answers honestly. Licking his lips when you get closer to his face, watch him as he speaks.
You hum, eyeing him up and down before noticing where he's hard under his jeans. Bulge sitting tight under the denim.
“You're so nasty, Riwoo, you're getting off on this? On being caught being disgusting?” You palm over his cock, smiling when he hisses. His hands are jittery from where they move to grab you, but go back to lie by his sides.
“Good boy, don't touch unless I say so,” you praise.
You undo his studded belt buckle and watch as the oversized pants slip right down, leaving him exposed and ready to be eaten. He tries to cover himself, feeling shy in the open room, and under your eyes that are watching him like a predator catching prey. But you don't give him that chance, holding his hands back with a tch.
“Be good,” you chide. He whines. Apprehensive about being exposed but feeling so good at the same time. Slutty Riwoo loves to feel humiliated under your gaze; he thinks it burns his skin just right. Tingles like needles poking him until he brims with euphoria just from your presence, that's how much you affect him.
Pulling his cock out from his underwear, leaving his messy tip to the chill of the room. You grab the panties from his hands, rubbing them across his neck slowly, dragging the dainty material along the veins that pop from where he tries to keep his composure.
“Smell 'em, take a deep breath, baby.” You hold the material to his nose, and he does.
Taking a deep breath to where your pussy sat in them moments ago. His eyes flutter shut, groaning at having your pussy in some way. Even if just through smell. His hips buck up into your hand. You continue stroking his cock, pretty red tip almost matching the color of the panties he sniffs grossly.
He moans when you drop down to your knees. The imagery is enough to get him closer to that spot in his mind that's all white and fuzzy. You kiss his tip, smearing the precum against your lips. Happy when more leaks out almost immediately.
So cute, Riwoo is so cute.
You kitten lick at the tip, not moving down to his base, wanting him to ask for it, request more.
“Can you–” he stutters out, not being able to finish. A choked moan interrupts his words. You take him into your mouth without warning, hollowing your cheeks to have a tight grip on the cock that fits perfectly in your mouth. Riwoo isn't too big, isn't too small. Such a perfect cock for a perfect boy.
You slide up and down, moving your head to a rhythm that makes his hands twitch. You notice. Seeing his need makes you hungry for his depravity, wanting to see him lose himself to a simple blowjob.
“You can push on me, baby, go ahead,” he whimpers at the permission. Placing his hand gently on the back of your head before pushing you down onto his cock deeper, wanting to feel your throat sit around him snugly. You swallow when he hits it, making his hips jerk up, causing you to gag slightly. It's so good, your eyes flutter shut, and you let him fuck your mouth as much as he desires.
“Fuck, fuck..” he whispers, voice high and meek, shyly talking himself through the pleasure.
“So…so good, please.”
You stuff the panties inside his mouth to quiet him. Your taste spread along his taste buds, your scent so close to his nose. It makes him no, it fills him with a need to have you on his face right now.
Maybe another time. He hopes there's another time.
His cock twitches continuously, signaling his oncoming orgasm. You take him out of your mouth with a giggle. “So close so soon, woo?” You tease. He nods, pouting his bitten lips cutely. Poor baby is feeling so good, all from you, all from where you take him.
He gets closer as you continue stroking him, your glide smooth and wet. He's leaking so much that it's easy for him fuck your fist. His tiny hips rock into where your first forms a “‘o’.
“Wanna cum in em baby? Want to make 'em messy?” you ask. You take the panties from his mouth and wrap them around his heavy cock, swollen hard with the lust that makes him feel helpless.
He nods, eyes lidded and head propped down against his chest. Everything gets him to that spot. The fact that someone could walk in, you both could get caught. You could lose your job.
But you dont seem to mind, only worried about making him cum, and marking his pretty thighs with bites as his makeup gets ruined from the tears he lets line his eyes. Good thing you know how to fix makeup.
Also, the fact that you, his long-time crush, someone he's only dreamed of touching and having this way, is all over him. Covering his senses, his cock, sating his hunger. It all gets him to that spot that makes his eyes roll back.
You whisper praises as his cock pulses, twitching as he cums messily, spurting milky white against your pretty panties. The panties that are now mixed with your pussy and his spit.
Fuck, Riwoo wants you so bad. Needs more than this.
“Good job, baby, just like that. Let it all out for me,” you suck on his tip softly through his orgasm. Making it feel even better than just having your hand. He shakes his head soon; overstimulation eats at him. He doesn't want you to stop. Doesn't want this to end. But his cock is so sensitive.
You get up from kneeling, grab his pants, and pull them up with you. You buckle his belt with a kiss to his cheek.
“Maybe some pretty pink panties will be in there next time for you,” you whisper into his ear. Checking the time before walking away.
“See you later, pretty woo.”
God, he's down bad, cock already stirring again.
Riwoo doesn't dislike you at all; perhaps he likes you a little too much.
