sapphire

they/them | 22 & 18+ dom!reader propaganda

[venusentranced]

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Sapphire — 22, sub!male!idol & fluff — heehoonki lover I do not write for underage idols, I will not write for dominant men, I will write for most groups just drop it in my ask box!

zero ai has been used in anything i’ve written.

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Master lists ❤︎ enhypen

[7yataki]

bunny hybrid!harua who just wants to please you... 𖹭

CW: oral sex (f!reader receiving), mentions of free use, making out, praising word count: 1,490 words

you hear harua's feet tap impatiently, the thumping sound echoing in the room.

"is everything okay, rua?" you question. you look up from where you're seated on the couch, finding his arms crossed against his chest as he glares at the stuffed toy resting in your arms.

the thumping continued getting stronger until you threw the toy to the other end of the couch. looking up again, you find him flashing you that familiar bunny-toothed grin. his soft, dangling ears flopped as he hopped towards you, choosing the same seat your plushie was taking.

he wrapped his arms around your arm, barely watching the movie playing in front of him and instead looking directly at you.

your eyes gaze into his, realizing how blown out his pupils are. his chest rose up and down in a slightly fast pace. you could hear him grinding his teeth as he kept shuffling impossibly closer to you.

your nostrils are hit with a familiar sweet scent, the same scent that makes you want to sink your teeth into his tender skin. pulling your arm away, you quickly wrap it around him in a side hug, his head fitting perfectly underneath your chin.

harua gasped, seizing the opportunity to straddle you instead. his knees on either side of your hips as he sat down gently on your abdomen, careful not to let his entire weight go on top of you.

he caged your head in between his arms, his face so close that you could see his long eyelashes as they fluttered open and shut. you brushed away his dangling ears from your sight. he gave you a shy smile, burrowing his head in your chest, waiting to be wrapped up in your arms.

his chin layed on your chest, eyes staring at you directly as you watched the movie across from you. you played absentmindedly with harua's hair, patting him slowly which made him even more frustrated.

he needed your attention, and he was gonna get it one way or another.

he huffed, making you aware of his presence in case you weren't, but that did nothing to phase you. your fingers only got more skilled at petting him more deeply, making him close his eyes in content as his purring got louder.

harua shuffled on top of you, unsure of how to satiate this immense feeling of need coiling in his gut. he was right on top of you as close as he could get to you, yet that seemed to do nothing to ease the fire that was slowly taking over his body.

your nose picked up a sharper, sweeter smell. leaning in, you bring his neck closer to you. sniffing along the curve of his neck, you try to find the source of the scent until it hit the back of his dangling ears. pungent saccharine dripping, flooding your nostrils.

harua's sanity almost snapped had he not huffed once more, pulling his head away from you before quickly burrowing his face in your shoulder.

"you can't just smell me like that," he whines, voice muffled as his legs kept shifting. your hands slipped underneath his shirt, resting on the soft skin of his exposed waist as you kneaded it slowly.

his purring got louder, tongue leaving tiny licks on that sweet spot on your neck. his actions got bolder when he suddenly grabbed your face, eyes flicking between yours.

"let me take care of you today," he pleads, hands reaching for yours as his thumbs press into your palms. "i want to try and make you feel good. same way you always make me feel good."

you arch an eyebrow at him, unsure where this is coming from. you know that harua is sensitive to touch and smells, able to relay the entire series of events of your entire day solely from his twitchy nose, but not sensitive enough to assert himself on you like this.

you glance at the calendar on the wall, realizing how close today was to the start of his heat.

"my bunny wants to make me feel good?" you tease. his head already going back down to its place out of sudden shyness of what he just said. he shifts once more, only this time you felt the effect of his own words on himself. his half-erect cock brushing ever so slightly against your inner thigh.

you lift his chin to you, holding him there."if you don't answer me, how will i know what my bunny wants?"

you urge him to speak up, watching his dangling ears flush with red as it creeps up his neck as well.

his bunny teeth peeking through his lips as he whines—breathless, "yes, i wanna… wanna make you f-feel good."

soft smile spread across your face as you coo at him, praising him with a pat. pulling him in for soft kiss, he melts against you, body going limp. he could only muster enough strength to tilt his head, going deeper into you to taste you better.

he leaves small kisses on your chest, tracing your nipples through your shirt as he continued to lay kisses and small bunny-licks all over you. he got to the top of your core covered by your shorts. instead of removing them, he scrunched them in his hands, rubbing over your clit with the bunched up fabric.

the way he sucked on your tongue, electricity flowed through your veins. your arms now around his neck, holding him much closer as your tongues fought.

saliva dripped down harua's chin when you pulled back, stunned by how fucked out he already looked with just kissing you.

you realize he's sitting catching his breath, slowly grinding on top of you—dangling ears flopping ever so slightly—as he waits for your permission to help make you feel good.

your hands rub his thighs, massaging the muscles which earned you a groan from him. with a tilt of your head, harua is already on the move.

you groan, hips grinding down against him as he keeps teasing you. harua caught a glimpse of how easily you've gotten wet for him—because of him—his heart pounding against his chest as he eagerly removed the fabric off your heat.

cold air hitting you at once, harua didn't waste a second connecting his mouth to your pussy. tongue licking a long strip up your dripping folds, sucking on your precious pearl. in seconds, you were putty in his hands, already knowing every nook and cranny of your favorite spots.

his tongue dug deeper into you but not deep enough, so he pushed in two of his fingers. your breath hitched, hips stuttering as you tried to adjust to the new sensations that filled you. fingers curving inside you, he knew where to hit as he continued sucking and rubbing on your sweet pearl.

harua lifts you legs, throwing them over his shoulder as he resumes his bunny-licks, teasing your clit with a rub of his fingers. you arch your back, moan escaping your chest as you felt a coil in your abdomen.

your eyes watch him once more, landing on the small fluff right at his tail bone that kept flicking and twitching.

your fingers ran through his hair, tugging at his scalp. his deep groan vibrated through you that had you almost begging for more.

you pressed his face deeper against you, using his nose to rub up against your sensitive pearl. harua's eyes hit the back of his head, hands gripping your hips so tightly, you were sure it would bruise tomorrow.

"fuck— ha-harua— i'm gonna—" you couldn't finish when harua's tongue and fingers suddenly sped up, sending you keening as white-hotness flashed behind your eyes, the coiling pressure in your abdomen letting loose as broken moans left you.

your hips bucked up into his face, getting much closer to your climax, sooner than you thought. your moans and whines were getting faster, higher, demanding more from him as you grind down.

harua complied, letting you use him as your personal masturbation device. he didn't care about anything else but you, right now.

your chest rose up and down heavily, fingers letting go of the bunny who tried to catch his breath. when you came to, you found him intensely watching you, eyes asking if he did well for you.

"rua, come here, baby," you tap the sofa gently, tender smile spreading wide across your face.

he whimpers in response, hopping to you as you opened your arms wide for him. he lays his head on your chest, curled up sideways in your arms.

"oh, my bunny, you did so well for me," you coo in his ear once again, petting him behind the ears, which has his feet thumping against the couch pillow.

you continued to whisper sweet-nothings in his ear, making sure your precious bunny knew how good he did. 𖹭

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[jyuugoyasmine]

💌 Texts with bf!Harua 💌

Harua x f!reader

Warnings: suggestive nsfw (MDNI!)

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authors note: IGNORE THE TYPO!!!! Thanks love u mwah

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[venusentranced]

how cuteness

[wanyangii]

❤︎ let’s go little kitty kat — sub! yuma

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ your roommate yuma is a bit obsessive. today he couldn’t resist that sweet scent of you. the hunger eating at him until it finally released with you.

tags ⸝⸝ roommate yuma, calling you mommy, biting, licking, finishing on your panties, oral receiving, pussy drunk, hair pulling (?), needy yuma, submissive yuma, marking, calling him good boy.

now playing ‹𝟹 kitty kat — beyoncé

your roommate always had an obsession with you.

whether you tried to keep it as just a friendship or gave up and never stopped his pushy neediness… you never expected to catch feelings eventually.

the back of your head is buried deep into the couch cushion, his hands embracing the curves of your hips.

his teeth nipping at the skin of your small, squishy stomach.

slowly moving down, his lips pressing onto the poking pelvic bone before marking the skin hungrily.

“fuck— i can’t stop...” his voice was cracking from his drunken state.

his hands move to the waistband of your shorts, gently tugging them before swiftly pulling them to your ankles.

your damp panties glistening in his hazy vision. the soft whimpers escaping your lips were fueling the growing tightness of his boxers.

one hand moved to toy with the lace of your panties— the other kneading into your plush thighs, slowly creeping to the deep innermost parts.

his sharp jaw relaxing, the long slim fingers of his right hand now rubbing against the fabric of your panties.

you bite down hard on your lip— trying to muffle any last sane part of you, the moans fighting against your throat, almost choking you.

biting down on your lips until the bitter metallic sting your tongue.

slowly bringing the fingers to his mouth, yuma— spreading the sweet wetness of you on his lips. slowly pushing them into his mouth, savoring every last drop of you on his warm tongue.

his saliva strips like strings before slowly wrapping around his fingers.

a low hum escaping his throat, raspy.

“fuck… you’re so sweet.” his moans are barely voluntary.

his nails dig into your inner thighs, the thin of them nearly cutting the flesh. his heavy breath fanning your core. a soft whimper escape you, cupping your mouth.

his panting grew heavier— eyes darkening, his self-control slowly slipping.

his lips tremble, head buried between your legs— his teeth grazing your thighs, moving to deeply bite into your plush thighs.

“oww— fuck that hurts.” hissing as you fist his short black hair.

a small whimper escapes his feasting teeth.

“i’m sorry, mommy— i can’t help it… you’re so soft. …fuck~”

his tongue hungrily licking the dripping wetness leaking from your pussy.

“you’re so wet… i can’t control it.” a small pout plastered his messily soaked lips.the hungry lips on his face now purple— swelling from his uncontrollable thirst.

his fingers that now were covered in his saliva, make their way past the thin fabric of your panties, gently rubbing the throbbing of your clit.

a sharp whine escaped your lips, tears building from the constant teasing. your hips buck forward. “… god please… i can’t take it…”

a snarky smirk on his face, his fingers continuing to tease your wet folds, gliding back and forth, agonizingly slow. his quiet demeanor almost pissing you off.

in a sudden his two fingers slide into you, pumping in painfully fast, your walls tightening about them.

“oww— fuck!” you howl, your fingers digging deeper into the back of his head, that stupid smirk now dropped.

his free hand moves to tear off your panties, fisting them in his hand, his fingers pumping into the deep soft spot— right where it makes your thighs tremble closed.

his heavy breath roughly panting against your sensitive skin. his nose brushes against your hot clit, making your body fold in pleasure.

his fingers pull out, with one clean pop; his tongue vicious— hungry— uncontrollably smashing onto your pussy.

his two large hands palming your thighs, spreading them far apart. the wood frame of the couch digging into your skull, the soft cushion plush against your back, your hand grasping and pulling his head.

your moans sloppy— his tongue working in soft circles. one hand escaping your thighs— reaching for the black panties, pulling them to him.

his eyes dart to you, staring back at you softly, checking for any discomfort.

his hand drops the panties, now dipping into his tented boxers, gently stroking his shape before pulling it out of the waistband, his hard shape slapping against his stomach, the hard tip dripping long wet lines of pre cum, the veins twitching.

he moans against your clit. he lets in a deep inhale before the squeak escaping his mouth as he exhales, his hands jerking his cock; his hardness painfully unsatisfied.

placing soft kisses against your sensitive bud. his hands jerking— roughly stroking his shaft, he groans a mess, his mouth eating you out like a vicious animal. your back arched against him.

your head thrown back, loud whines, thighs fighting to close, trapping him deeper between them. his lone free hand fighting to pin one down.

his eye stinging, tears running down his cheeks from the overstimulating pleasure, roughly jerking himself— aiming to release on your perfectly laid out black panties, his tongue licking at your entrance, lips kissing your clit, your wetness dripping onto his nose and chin.

he mumbles against your pussy, “fuck.. ngh— fuck i’m so close.” you pull his hair, lips chattering.

“cum for me— cum for me like a good boy.” you purred— words slurred, messy, whined too loud.

his body responds, hips bucking, mouth frantically hungry, the wet sounds of you bringing his climax closer.

he couldn’t pull himself together, whole body was weak. his mouth now glued to you, working like a hungry animal on your sensitive plump pussy. swirling his tongue against your lips.

he could feel the twitching of his aroused cock between his clamped hand, messily with each final stroke— his eyes shuddered.

“fuck— fuck— ngh..” his voice cracking at each thrust— his nose buried deep into your wet pussy.

his loud moans make your walls tighten around the emptiness. his tongue playing with your wetness, parting his plump lips— flicking his tongue on your clit. his hunger never satisfied, his mouth having an unsatiated craving.

the force of biting on your lips— now bloodied and bruised, thighs fighting to close, the softness wrapping around his sweaty head.

his cock twitching— throbbing, his mouth messy on your wet folds.

“fuck— ngh… cum for me like a good boy.” your chest quickly rising and falling, your pants turning into groans. the sensitive skin of your inner thighs cupping his ears.

you felt the knot growing heavy in your stomach, your vision blurring as the stars aligned, nearly feeling yourself pass out before you snapped back into reality.

your hips jerking onto his face, the sudden gush of your arousal covering his face, the liquid dripping from his nose, his tongue savoring every last drop, slowly cleaning your messy folds; in a way that only made the experience more euphoric and overstimulating at the same time.

as his tongue worked to clean your slit, his own cock twitched one last time before his thick streams of white cum covered your panties.

yuma’s body collapses into you. vision blurry, eyes glued shut as his hand loosen around his twitching cock.

the moans of his fill you, head buried in between your legs like a bookmark. hips jerking, the hand on your thigh now losing its strength. softly he cry’s a whimpering.

his soft pants slowly die down as he catches his breath, his jaw still half open, the swollen plump lips of his mouth covered in your cum now glisten in the dim lights of your shared apartment.

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[wanyangii]

❤︎ sink my teeth in ya— sub! harua

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ sinking your thirsty teeth into your idol friend, the night before one of his biggest performances. who can blame you— this fever that’s overtaken your influenced mind won’t stop till its feed.

tags ⸝⸝ under the influence, biting, marking, blood, sub harua, whiny harua, dom reader, thirsty reader, slightly dub-con, good boy harua, harua cry’s,

now playing ‹𝟹 teeth — enhypen

a small buzz from your phones catches your attention— in the dead silence of your small apartment the constant vibration of the phone seems to bring it back to life.

your head spun as you sat up, hands reaching to read the screen.

rua

“just landed, wanna grab a quick bite before my schedule?”

the long work day was already hitting you, hands shaking from lack of eating, eyes heavy from exhaustion, and the faint smell of dried blood still coated your nose.

but why say no? harua had been a close friend since before his debut, he was that kid who was always unapologetically himself. something that pulled you in like a magnet.

you fix your hair ever so slightly in the mirror — shoving your cold feet into the slippers as they wandered out the door. hands uncoordinatedly texting him back

“usual spot? i’ll be there in 10”

*read 10:40 p.m.*

harua reacted with a thumbs up

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the restaurant is quiet as typical, dim lights, and the same auntie working the counter.

it was open table, first come first serve sorta thing. but most nights it wouldn’t be too busy, not to mention the location being in a sketchy area of town. but it was affordable, not that you were stretching paychecks- but in the convenient way.

harua arrived shortly after you had grabbed the table, flagging him down to discuss the menu.

an hour passed, same banter and typical chat of life. planning when you’d see each-other next. He was staying in the city for tonight, he’d fly out that same morning after his show and interview.

“really? they have you on that tight of a schedule?“ you mock, head still heavy from the drink. he nods, hands flying to the last fry. “it’s jammed, I barely have time to breathe.” his chest heavy, the sigh bearing the exhaustion.

a small hum foams from your lips— low, the thought floating in your head. “you should stay the night - at my hotel.” his voice cut. your eyes shot up, it wasn’t something bizarre, but the timing of your thoughts overlapping was. your head bobbed “hm— good idea.” a fail to play it off.

you scrapped the last of your cash and slammed it on the table, feet wobbling, relying on harua to carry the weight. “take me pretty boy” your voice slightly scratchy, biting at his ear as you made the travel back. he brushed it off as playful, but his stomach carried that uneasy feeling of handling you drunk.

by the time you made it to the room the hunger ate you from inside-out. no matter how much you drank that pit still sat, lingering over your head.

your body fell into the mattress, soft, comforting, the sheets like cotton brushing against your skin.

he threw his hoodie to the side, landing on-top of the small coffee table. “sleepy— aren’t you?” his voice brushed your neck, he laid next to you, the warmth of his body radiating.

“unbelievably..” your voice husky in return. fingers fisting the bed sheets. your cheeks warm from the euphoria.

he laid back, jaw relaxing, the heaviness of his eye lids catching up to him. “if you need anything, just let me know.” his words slightly slurring, his tone lowering.

“mhm— will do.” you softly hum.

you couldn’t fight that feeling, the raging pain in your head. hands digging deeper into the sheets. “rua?” your voice fighting the aching pain. “hm?” his eye didn’t flinch, just a soft acknowledgment. you move before your lips, the words trailing behind you, body caging him, his eyes flashing open.

“i’m bored—“ the whine following, your hands moving to his waist. his eyes flickering between your face and your hands. lips trembling. “what-?” he didn’t fight you, but your moves weren’t authorized.

fingers tracing the silhouette of his figure. a hum of approval before lowering to his ear. “i feel like we don’t see each other enough.” pouty — the tone half fake — needy your fingers move to his shoulders, slowing massaging into them.

his cheeks barely pink, his body still unsure of the situation, too scared to stop you.

“i’m sure you feel the same— right?” nails digging into his soft skin, moving the neck of his shirt to the side. nose brushing against the hairs, breath dusting the nape.

your actions returned with goosebumps, his hand fumbled to your hips, gripping the flesh ever so softly. a gulp echoing in your ear “uhm— yeah i mean.. i guess”

the heated silence ringed through your head, the burning on your tongue grazing his skin, teeth sinking into the flesh his neck. mouth sucking, hands tangling to his hair.

he bit down on his bottom lip, a soft whimper escaped. nails digging, his neck slightly bruised. “ow—“ he hissed. “shit — it hurts” growling under his breath.

you tuned it out, teeth sinking deeper, the marks leaving crimson red on your lips, metallic, bitter, but the fever rushed through your veins.

the high of each bite rewarding you with his soft whines. his hands digging deeper into your hips till they went numb. before moving to your plush breasts, slowing kneading into them.

hands moving to lower the rest of his shirt, trails of red, teeth aching. slowly pulling his shirt over his head, laying it gently next to him, lips swollen, teeth coated in that bitter metallic mess.

you weren’t giving up now, even if that hunger in your stomach was unfulfilled, the burning between your legs raged as time passed.

his hips slowly snapped as each mark moved lower on his stomach. fingers fisting your hair, noises escaping both your lips. eyes trailing up his bare chest, the soft bites marks, blood slowly surfacing at each incision. his eyes sting, fighting back tears, the burning pain of each bite marking his skin.

“you’ve been such a good boy” gently licking your teeth. fingers dancing around his bruised skin. leaning in, faces inches apart. his head fallen into the pillow, hands trembling against the headboard.

the pent-up need crumbled down, the brutal scene covering his body. tears welling in his eyes, your fingers move to brush them off.

“already crying?—” murmuring against his lips, brushing the wet drops over his cheeks before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. deepening it slowly, his tears seeping into the pillow case. sweat dabbing his forehead, his dark bangs sticking to his forehead.

his lips gaining the life back slowly, hands moving to your neck, pulling you in deeper. then it all stops. the silence deafening. “i’m fucked.” he groans, slightly pinning you down by the hips, letting you rest against his thighs.

“i couldn’t help it” head laying on his chest. hands busily stroking the blood as if it were paint.

the sensation of it all drunkend you far more.

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INSANE FACE CARDS

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[mistycatt]

Help me

[tastehevanlee]

not so tough now?

bully!jake x reader

synopsis: sim jake the schools infamous bully that thrives off the thrill of making students like you fear him, encounters an unexpected turn of tables when the line between bully and submission blurs unraveling the image jake worked so hard to build.

WARNINGS:

mentions of bullying degradation (sub jake yes!!)

edging / denied orgasm unprotected (wrap ur willy)

WHINY jake oral (m receiving)

it’s friday morning, fridays are something you heavily look forward too as it’s your only escape from jake’s endless teasing,

if that’s what you’d call it.

from stealing your pencils and paperwork to pushing you into mud on rainy days.

you could never get a break from the stupidly hot cocky school boy. each time he’d man handle you, you couldn’t help but feel a little fuzzy,

fuzzy enough that the thought of it had you rubbing your thighs together. it was embarrassing why?

why did your bully — the guy who’d humiliated and hurt you more times than you could count — make you feel like this?

before you could sink any deeper into the thought, reality snapped back into place. It was still a school day, after all.

suddenly, a hard shove slammed into your shoulder.

pain shot through you as your books tumbled onto the cold tile floor.

“what the—”

“move, nerd.”

jake’s large hand gripped your shoulder, twisting it just enough to make you hiss. his voice carried that same lazy amusement he always used, like hurting you was some kind of game.

you glared at him from your spot on the floor, scrambling to gather your books before someone stepped on them.

“you’re such an asshole,” you muttered.

“yeah?” he mused, crouching down in front of you. “still look at me like that though.”

heat crawled up your neck immediately.

god, you hated when he got close.

hated how good he smelled. hated the way his dark hair fell into his eyes. hated the stupid smirk pulling at his lips like he already knew exactly what kind of effect he had on you.

jake picked up one of your notebooks before you could reach it.

“give it back.”

“what’s the magic word?” he said with that same silky tone you hated

you snatched for it, but he lifted it above your head easily, broad shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.

“jake,” you warned.

“cute.”

your stomach twisted.

he always did this — pushed and pushed until your brain felt all scrambled up. one second you wanted to punch him, the next you couldn’t stop staring at his mouth.

jake finally handed the notebook back, though his fingers dragged against yours for a second too long.

“you gonna survive without crying?” he asked.

“shut up.”

“there’s the attitude.”

he stood to his full height again, towering over you while you shoved your books back into your bag. around you, students passed by without paying much attention. everyone at school was used to this by now.

jake sim bothering you had basically become part of the morning routine.

just as you started to stand, someone bumped into you from behind, nearly knocking you forward again.

before you could catch yourself, a strong hand wrapped around your wrist.

jake.

his grip tightened instinctively, steadying you against him.

for a second, neither of you moved.

your chest pressed against his.

his eyes flickered down to your lips.

the teasing expression he always wore faltered — only for a moment, but you caught it.

something in your stomach flipped violently.

then he clicked his tongue and pulled away first.

“careful,” he muttered. “you’re kinda pathetic on your own.” “without me you would’ve been toast on the floor” he muttered a little less like him

his voice sounded quieter this time. almost strained.

physics class one of the soul classes you share with jake,

after the hallway incident he practically ran off almost tripping over his feet though he tried to play it cool

now you’re sitting in class leg bouncing as you try not to think about the wait his hand felt against your wrist, it’s stupid really

the classroom buzzed with early morning chatter, chairs screeching against tile as people settled in. you tried focusing on the formulas scribbled across the board instead.

velocity.

force.

acceleration.

none of it stayed in your brain.

then the door opened.

jake walked in late.

of course he did.

his hair was still messy from outside, tie loose around his neck as he strolled in with that same careless swagger everyone fell for, though a sight flush fell across his face that only you could see. a couple girls near the windows immediately straightened in their seats.

you looked away first.

“nice of you to join us, sim,” the teacher sighed.

“wouldn’t miss it,” jake replied lazily.

his voice dragged through the room smooth as honey, but when he scanned the class and his eyes landed on you—

he paused.

just barely.

then he slid into the empty seat beside the back lab table, leaning back in his chair like nothing happened.

like he hadn’t almost made you loose your damn mind over there, it pissed you off how cocky he was, how little he cared about how he affected you, and how you affected him.

you swallowed hard and opened your notebook.

“alright,” your teacher clapped, “today we’re starting partner experiments for the next two weeks.”

a collective groan filled the room.

your stomach dropped instantly.

great..

the teacher began reading names from a sheet while students shuffled around the room.

you kept your eyes down, silently praying.

“sunghoon and sunoo.”

“jay and jungwon.”

more chairs scraped.

then—

“sim jaeyun and—”

your heart stopped. “i’m the only one left” you thought to yourself, before you knew it

“y/n.”

the room suddenly felt too warm.

across the classroom, someone let out a low whistle.

jake leaned back slowly in his chair, eyes sliding toward you with unreadable amusement.

“oh,” he murmured. “this should be fun.”

you glared at him immediately. “for you maybe.”

the teacher continued talking, oblivious. “you’ll be building and testing launch mechanisms together. final grade is shared equally, so choose wisely how you divide responsibilities.”

jake stood, grabbing his chair with one hand and dragging it across the floor toward your table with an obnoxious screech.

every sound grated against your nerves.

he dropped into the seat beside you, spreading out comfortably like he owned the space.

you could smell his cologne again.

your traitorous body noticed immediately.

jake rested his chin against his hand, watching you already.

“so,” he said softly, “guess you’re stuck with me, nerd.”

you ignored the flip in your stomach and focused aggressively on your paper.

“don’t make me fail because you’re stupid.”

a pause.

then jake laughed quietly under his breath.

not mocking this time.

almost impressed.

“damn,” he muttered. “you boss everyone around like that?”

“could you take any longer, nerd?” Jake muttered, leaning against the classroom door with mock impatience.

you zipped your bag shut sharply. “some of us actually care about passing.”

“ouch” he made a mock sad dramatic face “you’re hurting my feeling’s”

“you’ll live.”

jake grinned at that, falling into step beside you anyway as the two of you headed down the crowded hallway. people stared.

of course they did.

jake sim walking beside you without actively tormenting you was probably enough to qualify as a public emergency.

the whole thing felt…wrong.

too normal.

your shoulder brushed his accidentally when someone shoved past, and jake immediately moved closer to the wall so nobody else bumped into you again.

you noticed.

you weren’t supposed to notice things like that.

outside, the afternoon air felt cool against your skin as you started the walk home. for once, jake wasn’t running his mouth every five seconds. he just walked beside you with his hands shoved into his pockets, occasionally kicking rocks along the sidewalk flopping his hair like a puppy

it was strangely domestic.

you hated how much you liked it.

“so,” jake drawled after a while, “your place better not smell weird.”

you snorted before you could stop yourself.

his head turned instantly.

“there it is.”

“what?”

“that laugh.” his lips twitched. “didn’t know you could make sounds besides insults.”

heat flooded to your cheeks immediately. “shut up.”

jake laughed under his breath, and something about it sounded softer than usual.

a few more steps passed before he suddenly reached over and tugged on one of the keychains hanging from your bag.

a small annoyed noise left you. “jake.”

“what? it’s ugly.”

“you literally have spider-man stickers on your calculator.”

“that’s different. spider-man’s cool.”

“you’re twelve.”

“still cooler than you.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how naturally the conversation flowed now. this morning he’d shoved you into the floor.

now he was walking you home like this.

the realization made your stomach twist.

when you finally reached your house, jake stopped beside you on the porch, gaze flickering over the place before settling back on you.

“this where the magic happens?” he asked lazily.

“you are never speaking again once this project’s over.”

“mm.” his eyes dragged over your face for a second too long. too intimate too intense. “we’ll see about that.”

you began to unlock the door jake pressing closely against you, too close the space around you began to feel hot that feeling of fuzziness hitting you again, harder, you tried not to but you couldn’t help press your thighs back together,

little did you know, he definitely noticed, you could feel his smirk against you as you cracked the door open finally after fumbling with your keys multiple times.

the door opens fully and you step inside not soon before jake pushes you roughly into your wall, “you think i didn’t notice all that shit you’ve been doing slut?”

“you like that?” he says seeing your thighs press impossibly closer your face flushed you look like you’re already fucked and he hasn’t even advanced into anything

“answer me bitch” he barks

you flinch not scared but it makes you shiver at how much you like it

before you can peep out a word his lips crash against yours , not rushed but certainly not very lovely,

it’s desperate, his roughness against you though his lips are plump and soft moving against yours, his tongue flat against your bottom lip seeking your mouth’s entrance

you immediately open up for him, he slides his tongue inside, his dancing against yours

hot and wet your share the kiss for what feels like hours wrapping one leg around his waist to keep him in place your hands wondering up his body under his shirt

he shudders when you graze your cold fingers over his stomach, his abs almost as hard as his cock twitching in his pants violently.

traveling up higher when he bites your lip you hiss causing yourself to tug on his thick brown hair

a loud whine slips from him into your mouth

you feel yourself smirk

“and you were talking about sounds i made earlier hm?”

his face is already messy, hair sticking up in different directions

“shut up..” he mumbles

“oh? what happened to being all dominant hm?” - “weren’t you calling me a bitch earlier?” you tug a little harder on his hair making him let out another whimper

“you like that? being calling a bitch”

you tug again and this time his knees buckle letting out a loud moan

“please” he whimpers out

“please what?” you pull his head back up by his hair

“tell me to stop jake” “do it”

“please.. don’t. don’t stop”

“not so tough now are you?” you tug him all the way back up pushing him onto your bed

he looks down at you as you already begin tearing off his clothing he lifts his hips up half helping you get them off half trying to hump your hand involuntarily

“calm down hot stuff” you say against his boxers his a small patch of precum building.

“oh? so eager already”

“just touch me already” he mumbles softly with a strained voice before it chokes up

when you tug off his boxers his cock red and angry slapping against his abs. his breath hitching when he sees you slowly tap the tip on your lips gliding the small bead of pre cum over them.

he doesn’t even notice his lip bleeding from how hard he’s biting it not to let out the most nasty noises, you notice and suck on his tip before pulling off with a pop frowning against his hardness,

he whimpers softly at the loss. “let me hear those pretty noises jake”

, he nods almost instantly with clear obedience, you smirk at his submission,

who knew? the big boss of the school

would be on your bed legs shaking like a leaf while you suck his cock clean, you bobbed your head endlessly humming about him lips stretching to accommodate the girth.

his legs began to lock up violently, you could tell he was close you hummed louder “ah- please keep going” he begged but you wouldn’t let him go that fast right as his cock began to pulse ready to release you pulled off his tip

slapping back to his stomach, aching with need, the head now pulsing with pre cum, salvia, pumping with blood as you trace the pinkness of his tip with your finger catching some of his pre cum before sticking your finger into your mouth sucking on it in front of his face watching as he begs you for his release ,

“please, why’d you stop? why?” his hips rutting up trying to reach you again,

“you think i’d let you off the hook?”

“remember all the shit you’ve done to me, treated me like a bitch”

“im getting my pay back jaeyun”

he lets out a small moan at the sound of his name, he watches as you begin to strip in front of him slowly,

and in a way that makes him breath heavy,

like he wants to touch you so bad but he knows he’s not allowed that privilege right now.

you take off the last piece of clothing leaving you in just your undergarments. you suddenly straddle on-top of jake his hands flying to the soft flesh of your hips though you slap his hands,

“who allowed you to touch me hm?”

“mmph! i’m sorry so sorry please forgive me i won’t do it again”

he begs

“good you learn quick”

you say before you sit on him,

his tip nudging against your folds through the fabric , he groans at the feeling of your wetness through your underwear

“please let me, let me please you, make it up to you please”

“hm. should i?” you say sliding back and forth his tip nudging along as you slide the slick of your underwear sticking to his mushroom head

he moans loud enough for your neighbors to hear but you don’t care in this moment, it’s music to your ears, to hear your famous school bully beg to be inside you.

you finally slide off your underwear his eyes glued to you, “can i? please go in now? i need it so bad please”

“shush” you say before sinking down onto his length.

holy shit.

he’s bigger than he was in your mouth,

or that’s what it feels like

your walls are being stretched slowly yet so violently he’s moaning so loudly you swear you feel your ears ringing

he’s babbling already and you haven’t even got him all the way in.

and you remember you were supposed to be doing a project on physics,

you almost let out a laugh but then you feel his tip kiss your cervix, you let out a low moan

you’ve never felt fuller in your life you look down at him his brown hair a real mess his fingers are gripping onto your thighs sure enough to leave bruises

but you like that,

you then begin to slowly move, grinding in circles when you sunk back down in slow deep bounces,

his legs are shaking his moans are as well, “too tight” “take it little bitch,” “you begged for it didn’t you?” you bark back before picking up your pace

he begs for you to slow down but you cant, you wanna make him feel every second

he’s whimpering so loud eyes squeezed shut like he’s trying to hold back from unloading himself,

but you don’t stop, you wanna hear his struggle to contain his release, you decide to egg him on,

“don’t you dare cum without my permission you hear me?” he nods quickly his eyes still shut and he’s making a strained whimpering noise, as you bounce endlessly chasing your climax, you moan as you progress, he begins to thrust up helplessly, “keep going baby” his pace falters at the pet name a small spurt of cum shoots into you and you smirk before it melts into a louder moan when you bounce and his wet tip hits that spongey spot in you leading you to the brink of your climax, gushing onto him “fuck- good baby, cum with me” he shudders again this time shooting his cum into you.

he begs to stay inside comforted by the warmth, you obliged and stroked his soft locs before he says

“can we do the project later” before burying his face into the crook of your neck. “also.. i think. i like you” “no. i love you.”

“i love you too jakey”

i don’t think he’ll mess with you again

eeek this was my first fic feed back is

absolutely welcome!!

[2nd-massachusetts]

*gently takes your face in my hands* hey. remember that fandom is for fun. if you're not having fun it is ok to step back. if you're intentionally making it unfun for others it is ok to step back. none of this is real. go sit in the sun and smell a flower. i love you.

[seodwae]

.. he has a what?

the one where jungwon finds out what a mommy kink is and it affects him way more than it should

or 5 times your bf does a shit job at hiding his new kink and 1 time you take matters into your own hands

cw - mommy kink (duh), sub!jungwon, average jake behavior, sunghoon catches a stray, heeseung and sunoo cameo, baby/good boy use, praise, reader teases jungwon until he cums comes clean, sexting, masturbation, it’s all jake’s fault

a/n - can you guys tell i have a mommy kink yet yes or no be honest

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p.s. thank you all for the so much for your support i cry :,)

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[ncsdlr]

yall ever start writing a fic in a certain mood and the next day youre not in that certain mood anymore so now you gotta wait until youre in that mood again so you can continue writing the fic ??

yea

[venusentranced]

i know i have a million drafts and unfinished works, i start, get busy, think of something new and repeat the cycle

[venusentranced]

guys i wanna be greedy and write a heeki threesome fic i’m not even gonna lie.

should i?

yes, of course

don’t be greedy

Voting ended onApr 24

[seodwae]

i need the light!

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summary - jake had a long day and just needs to de-stress with you in the closest way possible .. then he gets needy

cw - sub!jake ,, dom!fem reader ,, fluff ,, cockwarming ,, unprotected sex ,, begging, mama use, puppy a few times

wc - 1.1k

requested by 🍰! this one’s a little softer, given my current headspace. that being said, hope it doesn’t disappoint too much.

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ding!

‘rough day, need you close’

that’s the drop down text that you read from your phone. simple and straight to the point, but you know it carries more weight than that.

hard days are a given for anyone, you’ve always tried to give people grace for that exact reason. however, you hold more empathy for your boyfriend. you know, him being an idol and all. you wish to help him in every way you can, and that you do.

jake comes home to find you in the kitchen, making something that he can’t be bothered to give a second glance to. he drops his belongings as soon as he makes it inside the door way, literally and figuratively leaving his stress at the door. “baby,” he calls to you as he makes his way behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, engulfing himself in you in hopes to wash away all his troubles. it actually already is doing just that.

“hi, puppy,” you say with a smile. you don’t mean in a sexual way, not necessarily. you teased him with that name ever since you seen that infamous fan cam of him, and as you seen more of his habits and qualities, it just stuck. but of course, jake made it into something more than that.

you feel him grind against you. “i missed you so much,” he groans into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent in the process. you smell like vanilla, you smell like the warmth of a small town cafè, you smell like home. it makes his head dizzy with desire.

“you smell so good,” he takes you in more, letting himself get lost in you. “god, you’re so beautiful,” his hands roam freely against you, expressing his need for you even more.

“ ‘need to be inside you,” he breathes out. “please,”

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you both are sat on the couch now, or more so he is. close meant close, which is your bare bodies are intertwined together, breathing all of each other in.

you don’t know how long you’ve been hugging him inside. turns out you needed this too, considering the fact that you’re lost in time by being filled by your boyfriend.

there’s something so beautiful about this. no noise. no stress. no work. just you, and him.

and it was beautiful for him too. keyword was. until only a few minutes passed and his struggles were already forgotten, making a new one form. he was very, very turned on.

it’s not his fault! how could he not be when he has you to come home to, someone so perfect and just .. right. how could he not be when he gets to have you in such an intimate way? how could he not be when you’re fluttering against him while dozing of-

“shiitt-” he sucks in a breath. he’s been doing that this whole time now, trying his best to keep his composure while you’re torturing him. he’s exactly where he wants to be.

“hm?” you respond out of your drowsy state, lifting your head from his shoulders. unfortunately for him, you kinda forgot he was inside you. so, you instinctively clench around him as your body remembers he’s there.

“ohh fuck,” he whines beneath you, fingers tightening on the plush of your thighs.

still drowsy, you haven’t got on what’s happening yet. so you, being the sweet angel of a girlfriend you are, are flushed with concern and sit up fully to look at him. clenching .. again. “baby? what’s wron-” you’re cut off by your body jolting upwards and a moan leaving jake’s lips.

“oh- shit, please,” he huffs out. he’s not really sure what he’s begging for. is it for you to stop moving so you both can cherish the domesticity of this? or is it for you to ride him into tomorrow? he finds out quickly enough.

finally catching on now, you tease him, just like you always do. so, you roll your hips ever so slightly, and he’s whimpering. you smile with a mischievous glint in your eye. “please what, puppy?” your tone condescending. “i thought you were tired,” you say, tilting your head with a fake pout. you watch as he battles himself between lust and love, (either way it's love, he’s unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you) (holy bella swan) running your hand through his somehow already disheveled brown hair.

“oh my god,” he whines, again, holding you tighter against him to behave please himself. “d-don’t tease me, baby,” he squeezes his eyes shut to keep any remaining composure he has left. “i-i’ve been- hah~ trying my best,”

you move and clench, again.

he moans and whimpers, again.

you flutter, this time involuntarily. (its jake, duh.) “thought you said you wanted to rest, jakey,” you breathe out, the situation getting to you now too.

he looks up at you like he’s ten second sclose to cumming. and then comes the rambling he does when he’s desperate for you .. which is all of the time.

“i-i know i’m sorry please move i’ll make you feel so goo-“ he cuts himself off with a loud moan as he ruts himself into you, arousal clouding his mind. you gush around him, letting out a yelp from the sudden pleasure.

“s-see? you’re so wet, baby-” he stutters. “that means you want me too, right? fuck - please move baby please ‘need you so bad, shit-” he’s full on squirming beneath you, moving his hands under your thighs to pull you impossibly closer.

you somehow manage to pretend to think about letting him have you or not, just to tease him some more. but who are you kidding, you’re whimpering yourself watching him come undone* for you, because of you. even though you were out of it, you knew he was being truthful about trying his best. you’d expect nothing less from your sweet boy.

"come on, please baby, i'll be so good, so - hhhshiiiiit..."

you ride him before he can finish his poor attempt of a sentence. for such a good boy, he really can’t shut the hell up. he’s knows you wouldn’t have it any other way though. and so do you. it’s hard not to when you ride him mercilessly each and every time he does.

“fuckkk - thank you! shit, wait b-mama slow d-own i’m gonna- ohhh i’m cumming i'm cumming i’m sor-” he cums with a moan so loud that you’re sure your neighbors hear. they’ve been memorized all his cries at this point

you continue to bounce on him, making a mess out of the warmth he spilled into you, not letting up at all.

“yeah, baby? keep ‘em coming, ‘m nowhere near done.”

with you, he really should be careful with what he wishes for. even so, he’ll never learn .. not that he’ll ever want to anyway.

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* FATAL TROUBLEEE ITS GETTING BLURRY

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[seodwae]

it’s all my bad desire!

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requested by 🍰, hopefully enjoyed by all!!

cw- subby riki x dom!fem reader (whos a little mean at the end but it’s valid) ,, cunnilingus, fingering, cum eating?, riki’s a munch and gets pussy drunk, dry humping, he cums untouched LOL.

wc - 905, reallyy long ass drabble .. but hey, is it really a y/nnie work if she doesn’t overwrite?

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munch!riki who is absolutely obsessed with you. he literally worships the ground you walk on and would let you walk on him too. (is he into ball stepping?? lmk nation)

munch!riki who is always turned on by you. he tries to be good for you and keep it under wraps because he knows it’s a lot, but you know. it’s hard not to when ..

.. munch!riki literally has his hand down your pants any chance he can get .. not even sexually either .. literally just cupping his hand on your pussy. after you told him it’s okay, you genuinely can’t think of a time where he doesn’t whenever you guys are in the comfort of your own home. it’s to the point where you question if he’s ok if he’s not doing it 😭

munch!riki who really, really tries to be innocent during it. but it’s just so hard for your perfect sub. all whiney and needy. he just wants to make you feel good all the time and with how beautiful you are and how good you smell and how enticing your voice is and how wet you are under his touch .. all because of him .. it’s just too much for his desperate, horny little brain :(. (i’m mocking him if you can’t tell)

munch!riki who just gets in between your legs without a word. in the back of his mind he knows you’ll stop him if you’re not for it and he’d pout but understand completely, never wanting to hurt you but right he’s already pulling your shorts down and diving into you before you can even react.

munch!riki who is such a messy eater. if you need it specifically, he’ll be so attentive and careful while eating you, just wanting to take it all away or give you all you deserve. but when it’s on his terms? yeah, it’s down right filthy. thenn he turns into

pussydrunk!riki who moves his head side to side, up and down, whatever direction to follow his tongue. he licks and sucks your clit relentlessly, like it’s his last meal on earth. and if it was? he’d die such a happy man. you can tell from how fucking noisy he’s being. don’t be surprised if he’s making more noise than you are. his moans are so shameless that anyone would think you’re the one sucking him off.

“kiki baby- f-fuck, slow down!”

pussydrunk!riki who just gets so greedy. he’s so focused on making you feel good that your pleas go unheard, like a call to a deaf man. his hair is fucked up from how messily he’s lapping on your clit and from how hard you’re gripping his locks to stabilize yourself .. which only makes him hornier.

pussydrunk!riki who humps the bed/couch while eating you out. he’s so painfully hard on that he just can’t help it. he loves his noona so much and you taste so good. he knows how pathetic he looks, staring up at you with those dazed, SEXY AS HELL BRO FAAAH half lidded eyes and rosy cheeks, the crack of his hips jolting him impossibly deeper into you. and god, his whimpers, whines, and moans.

pussydrunk!riki who shoves his long fingers you, watching you scream and arch your back as it hits your spot head on. when you lift your hips to try and run away from him, his hooks his freed arm to literally pin you against him.

“no, noona” he says in between his abuse love on your clit. “s-stay on me, fuck, pleas-” his moans cut him off, pre cum spurting out of him, darkening his sweats. “ ‘you taste so good,” he whines. “ jus’ so goo- oh fuck, fuck, noona!”

pussydrunk!riki who genuinely just came before you. his noises becoming impossibly louder as his makes a mess on himself, release literally seeping through his pants and onto the furniture. and somehow, he doesn’t ease up .. at all. he literally goes faster and harder for on you.

“did you- mmgh! d-did you just-” you try to humiliate him, to maintain your dominance, but your orgasms crashes through you.

“oh, oh my go- fuck!”

pussydrunk!riki who relishes in your release, feeling you clenching on his fingers (which are still curling unforgivingly into you). he tastes your cum mixed into the mess he already made out of you and oh, how he is sinful.

“oh my god, baby! baby, stop it’s too much- shit!” you’re bucking now, trying desperately to rid yourself from overstimulation.

he hears you this time, but he’s too far gone

“mama, one more, please” he’s fucking rambling now. “please please just give me one more noona fuck you’re so gorgeous pleas-“

you grip his hair and yank him off of you, positioning yourself upright to glare at him.

“riki,” you spit out. “i fucking told you to stop,” you lean down towards him as you speak, gripping his hair tighter to drag him up to you.

he looks directly at you now, not that he has much of a choice eyes blown out and those pretty lips of his drenched in you and himself.

he whimpers, hips bucking up in response to you. if his dick was free, it would’ve smacked against his abdomen, for sure.

pussydrunk!riki who digs himself his own grave sometimes, but he just loves you so much. he’ll deal with the consequences each and every time.

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[seodwae]

big girls don’t cry!

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content - riki’s hyungs love to tease, but this time it really got under his skin ,, so he puffs up and acts like he’s the dom between you two .. rookie mistake

cw - non-idol sub!riki, he’s also free use, dom!f!reader, kinda mean but not really, noona overuse, riki only says mommy when he’s really deep in sub space, or when he knows he really fucked up, heeseung put 2 and 2 together, light spit, begging, punishment, degradation/praise kink, voyeurisim/exhibition, masturbation, squirting? overstimulation, crying, subdrop, aftercare

word count - will include soon

a/n - this is my first request!! was v excited to receive it .. i hope you like it :]

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dinner was going exactly how it was expected. jungwon’s loud cruel joyous laugh cutting through the restaurant, gaining some glances from the tables nearby. whoever was the target of his laughter (poor jake) sat with a beaten smile as the others joined jungwon, wondering how he made himself the butt of the joke yet again.

riki sat beside you in the booth, like always. he never wants to be anywhere but close to you, especially if you both had to go out.

“noona,” you felt riki pouting against your back and his warmth creeping onto your neck. his hands were as desperate as his upcoming pleas. “ ‘don’t wanna go. jus’ want to stay home with you,” he pressed against you closer, his arousal making an appearance at the mere thought of domesticity with you. you noticed it, of course. you know your sweet boy so well. “kiki,” you reached behind to cradle his face, feeling the warmth of his blush. “i know, baby, but it’ll be rude if we don’t show again. we already missed last time because you just couldn’t wait until after-” he cut you off. “it wasn’t my fault!-,” he started his defense off strong, even raised his tone a bit. but all that talk died down as quickly as it came once he remembered who he was talking to. and watching you slowly turn to face him made him remember his place even more. “..noona”. you watched him finished his sentence while his tall frame shrank under your gaze. his eye contact faltered too. “oh? i didn’t realize i was done talking,” you started, sultry sugar coating your tongue. “is that how my good boy talks to his noona?” he couldn’t meet your gaze, guilt already taking over his better judgment. you lifted a finger to guide his gaze to meet yours. “riki,”

you looked.

his knees bucked.

“n-no! no noona, ‘m sorry.”

which lead you to the dinner table, hand resting on his thigh comfortably. it’s hidden, but not due to your choice. you had no problem showing how riki was your baby, but it was very different for him. you were his safe space; the only way he could truly relax and forget about the world. if anyone knew how subby he actually was, it would break him entirely. you’d never want that for riki, ever.

which is why you were so lenient when he’d politely brush you off around the boys. it was always quickly followed with an apologetic look to you, signaling that he was still yours and still wanted to be. there was no reason to give it another thought.

tonight, however, was nothing like that.

sunoo really meant no harm when he pointed out your hand on riki’s thigh. they constantly teased each other, so it was supposed to be harmless. but oh how it really, really wasn’t.

you feel riki tense under your touch before you have a chance to look at him. and when you do, it looks like the color is drained from his face. he looks at you with eyes only you can read, eyes that read panic. before you can act on anything, you hear more comments and drunken laughter from his friends. of course they had to be drinking.

you both hear mixes of “aw’s” and “baby niki” among other overlapping comments, hoping this will run it’s course and fade out just like every other tease. then a sentence cuts through the noise, clear as day.

“of course he’d be the bottom,” jay speaks. “he’s the cute little baby in the group. it only makes sense.” his laugh makes his eyes crinkle. the boys fill the air again, agreeing and adding to the comment. whether jay was being serious or joking, you don’t know. you don’t have to the time to even think about it before a rough hand grips your own, tossing it off to land on the seat. as a matter a fact, you almost don’t recognize who’s hand it is because of the force. almost.

“sure, i’m the bottom,” riki scoffs. “you guys have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you blink.

“we don’t?” jake was the first to reply. “you looked like you were about to cry when sunoo mentioned y/n’s hand on you. .. your thigh, dude. yeah, nah.”

“bet he cries during it too,” sunghoon beams his fangs, clearly just having fun with this all.

“me crying?” riki digs himself a deeper hole, not even understanding how he started, much less why he can’t stop. “you should see y/n. she’s a mess for me. i make her cry every night,”

hm.

so he’s saying all of this and now he’s not even calling you noona.

you just sit there, watching.

the group responds with praises and a few pleads for niki to stop talking about your sex life. then they move onto the next topic, like nothing ever happened. you’re stuck in it though, and so is he.

riki makes nervous glances towards you, and you ignore him for the rest of the dinner, making comments and laughing with the rest of the group.

heeseung gives a look that seems like he knows what actually just happened. you give him a warm smile, acting as confirmation of his suspicions. he looks to niki, wearing a sympathetic look. it was almost like he was saying ‘dude.. what did you just get yourself into’.

riki knows the answer, and all he can do is shrink himself down in his seat as a response.

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there were many ways anger and disappointment presented itself. yelling, crying, destruction, etc. but what riki hated the most was silence. he wouldn’t enjoy any of the other options either. he’d always wanted nothing but to be good for you in every aspect. but at the very least, he could admit that those reactions were attention nonetheless.

the drive home would be eerie in absence if it wasn’t for the hum of the engine. both of your hands are firmly gripped on the steering wheel, which would be a given .. if you didn’t always have your hand resting on riki. it would have been bouncing lightly along the anxiety of his legs, but his movements are unaccompanied — unless you count the fidgeting of his hands.

riki sits in your passenger seat like the princess he is, only this time, it feels anything but a luxury. after the stunt he pulled, he’s completely unsure of what to do now. he thinks about explaining, but he’s sure you knew why way before he did. in his mind, he’s no use. so with no other option, he turns to you, like always.

“noona..” it’s just above whisper, a sound filled with remorse and uncertainty.

you keep driving.

if riki didn’t know any better, he’d think you didn’t hear him, but he knows his noona. such knowledge being a blessing and very rarely, a curse. this was one of those times.

“noona, please,” he goes to reach out to you, but stops himself. he knows he’s on paper thin ice, if he didn’t fall through already. “i’m sorry, i don’t know wha- i shouldn’t have-” you hear him battle himself on what to say to you, how to make things right. right now, you can’t get yourself to admit you care.

“please talk to me, noona .. or at least look at me. i’m so sorry,” there’s still static as a response. you had planned for it to be like this the whole ride home and you were going to stick to it, regardless of anything he’d try to-

“..mommy,”

…

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you don’t even have the curtesy to head to the bedroom. if he wanted to act out like that, he was going to get an outcome that was everything but romantic.

you walk to the couch and he follows you blindly, fully aware that nothing is in his control in the slightest. you turn to face him, seeing his head turned down yet again.

“look.” your voice comes out icy, frosted by overwhelming dominance and irritation.

he snaps his head up to look at you before he could even think of the command. he’s deep in subspace now, you can see it by the glazed expression in his eyes. it never takes him long to get deeper into the headspace considering he’s always in it with you. however, something serious like this calls for him to go full in. consciously or not.

you soften your demeanor for a moment, bringing your hand to cradles his face once more. “baby, you know you’re going to be punished for your behavior tonight, right?” he nods, making sure to answer you verbally this time. “yes noona,” he leans into the gentleness of your touch, knowing he won’t get it for much longer. “you know what do say if it gets too much,” you say, searching for any signs of discomfort. he nods, and with your well established trust between each other, that’s all you need.

“strip.” your attitude changes like whiplash. he scrambles to take off his clothes, moving with such urgency that he almost trips over himself. you look down to see him already hard from what he’s gotten himself into. he has been since you were in the car, half hard and turned on just by thought of begging for you. it only got worse when he opened his mouth to call to you. he couldn’t tell if he wanted you to notice or not, but want he wanted didnt matter. you read him like a book, always. you knew.

“get on your knees,” he follows your order so quickly that he lands with a thud. his body, so pliant, automatically positions him to sit with his legs folded underneath himself in a V shape, presenting his painful erection in full display for you. trying his best to be good for you now, he remained eye contact with you the whole time. he looks up at you, cheeks completely flushed and eyes desperate. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’d had just gotten the fuck of his life. you haven’t even touched him yet.

“that was quite some stunt you pulled tonight,” your tone is steady, laced with something that makes riki tremble as you stare down at him. you pick up your feet to circle him, slowly, like a predatory preparing to strike. “after all noona does for you, this is how you repay me? embarrassing me by what, playing pretend?” riki hears your steps traveling along side your voice behind him.

“such a shame, really. i wanna gonna reward you tonight for going out,” you come into his direct feild of view again, watching his pout set deeper in his face. rewards usually consist of you using riki however you please. he’s a strong giver, so much so that he begs for you to use him and gets off your pleasure alone. most of all, he’s obsessed with being the reason you feel so good.

a cruel idea pops into your head. you sit on the couch in front of him, positioning yourself with your legs open, showing off your underwear. you wore a dress tonight and riki found you so beautiful in it. now, it’s only contributing to his consequences.

he whimpers.

you motion a “come here” with your pointer finger and he crawls to you. at least he still has some sense. when he gets too close to your sex, you stop him with a snap of your fingers.

“you didn’t think i was gonna let you play with me, did you?” you let out a small chuckle. “here’s what’s gonna happen. noona’s gonna make herself feel so good without you and you’re just gonna sit here and watch.” his eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly, wanting anything but that. “i’ve already made up my mind. only good boys get to get their noona’s off and you’ve been everything but that tonight. you’ve been a bad, bad boy.” that title hits him like a truck. he only wants to be the best for you, taking away your stress and never adding to it. he failed you tonight, and the weight he feels within himself is unmatched.

you see him deflate and wonder if what you have planned is too harsh, but riki has always been aware of how you can be when your authority is threatened. you remind yourself that he would call things off the moment he needed to, so you relax and continue.

you slide your underwear down and let them drop to the floor. from how close he is, he can see just how wet you are and fuck, you’re soaked.

riki let’s out another strained whimper.

you feel how wet you are too, so much so that no prep is needed at all. still, you make a show out of it. you bring your fingers to your mouth and press two digits to your tongue, making it swirl around them. your move your hand back and fourth as you suck them messily. you treat your fingers as if it was riki you were sucking off, wanting to make it as pornographic as possible.

your eyes never leave his.

you remove your fingers and small line of spit follows. feeling satisfied, you reached to let your hand find your clit. “i could’ve been feeling you instead,” you say as you rub your fingers against yourself. your face transforms into a look of sin, eye brows knitting together and eyes dropping heavy.

your free hand moves to pull a strap down off your shoulders to expose your breast to the pathetic boy below you. you start playing with your nipples at the same pace as your fingers, which now are rubbing circles onto your pussy. a moan falls from your lips as you mouth forms a soft ‘o’ shape, already feeling pleasure taking over your body.

it’s a painfully beautiful sight. riki watches your body slightly arch off of the couch in response to circling your clit faster. his tip, red and angry, is leaking pre cum now. it’s all too much and not at all enough. he wants nothing more than to feel you around his fingers sucking him in. to taste you and your sweet moans being a result of him instead. he’s so enamored by you and turned on that he could cum right now. it takes everything in his power not to.

“oh, ‘feels so good,” you moan out. the erotica of the situation is driving you crazy. how your masturbating right in front of your boyfriend’s face. how he’s dazed watching you while fully naked himself in such an emasculating position. how he’s still whimpering at the sight of you. it’s all so good.

you move your hand further down to toy at your entrance. “you’re so pathetic, riki. sitting there all hard, on your knees at that,” you’re still breathy in your speech. the combination of that and your degrading words cause riki to let out a high pitched moan, surprising you both. “oh? don’t tell me you’re getting off on noona being mean to you now too. maybe that’s why you were showing off in front of the boys.”

“n-no! noona, it wasn’t on purpose. i swear i-” his words are cut off when he sees your fingers start to disappear inside of you. your eyes squeeze shut as you curled against your spot instantly. the moan that fills the room could very well be found in a porno. you open your eyes again, locking him down with a fucked out expression.

“keep talking, fuck,” you curl your fingers harder, faster. “tell noona how w-wrong you were,”

he’s moaning now too, fulfilling your command. “ ‘m all yours, noona. i could never take control even if i wanted. ‘just want to be your good boy, noona. please,” you feel your orgasm approaching, pleasure spiking through your body. you feel the heat draped over you as sweat sticks to your forehead.

“you fuck me stupid, noona, only you,” he wants you to come so bad. he’s willing to do anything and he would do everything. that’s when you hear “i’m- i’m your fuck toy, mommy” and that’s all it takes.

your orgasm hits you like a train, your release gushing out of you as you scream. riki tried, he tried so hard not to cum, but his body betrayed him yet again. “n-no, noona i’m sorry i cant hold it! i’m cumming noona, fuck im so sorry-” a series of high moans and calls of your name flow out of him as his own orgasm coats his abdomen. a choked sob is heard too, and you realize he’s actually crying. it felt too good. he felt he disappointed you again. it was all so much.

as you come down from your high, your demeanor transitions quickly. “hey, hey, baby,” you adjust yourself to give room for him to sit between you. “it’s okay, sweetheart. come to noona,” he sniffles as he climbs up straddle you, burying his head into your neck. “you did so good for noona,” you cue as you rub reassuringly on his back. “my good boy.”

you feel a few tears wet your skin as you continue to soothe him, not wanting him to drop too far in. innocent praises fill the air as you focus on comforting him.

only a few beats pass before you hear him.

“.. noona” riki mutters against you softly. “hm? what is it, baby?” he lifts his head to look at you and then down at himself. you follow his direction and see that he got hard again from your praises. cute.

“ ‘m sorry,” he frowns. “shhh,” you respond softly. “you want noona to help you?” he only nods shyly and you let it go this time.

you bring your hand up to his mouth wordlessly, watching him blush as he realizes what you expect him to do. he spits on your palm and you give him a small, fond smile. you place your hand on the base of him and he shudders from the contact. riki feels your hand move up and down against him, closing his eyes at the pleasure. you pick up the pace, careful not to go too fast but also wanting to get him to his much needed release. like you, it doesn’t take him very long either. he breaths get shorter as more whimpers escape him. riki moves his hips to chase the friction, humping you over your dress. you stroke him faster now, making his tears strained face contort beautifully as he throws his head back. “noona,” he moans. “ ‘m close. can i? please,” as much as you love to hear him beg, you give him a break, answering him before he pleads anymore. “yes, baby. be my good boy. cum for me,”

tears stream down his face as he cum for the second time with a cry. his orgasm mixes in with his pervious one and paints your dress white. you don’t mind, though. he sounds so pretty and looks even prettier like this. he collapses back onto you, spent from such a long night. you hold him again, calmly waiting for him to come to.

a few minutes go by and you feel his energy revert back to stability. you know you shouldn’t tease him, but you can’t help yourself.

“soo,” your voice trails and he already knows what’s coming next. “looks like sunghoon was right after all, huh?”

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