warnings: smut (mdni), dirty talk, power dynamics, degradation, possessive behavior, bite marks, bareback sex, mild breath play, emotional intensity, implied aftercare (not detailed) let me know if there’s more !!
The door clicks shut behind you, the soft sound swallowed by the dim warmth of Niki’s bedroom. The lamp on his nightstand casts a low amber glow across the rumpled sheets, and there he is, sprawled out in the center of the bed like he owns the space, like he owns the air you’re breathing. His smile is lazy, knowing, a crooked curve that makes your stomach flip.
“There you are,” he says, voice a low murmur thick with teasing. He pats the mattress beside him, fingers drumming once, twice. “Come on. Get in.”
You don’t slide in beside him. Instead you climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the soft comforter, and lower yourself down until your chest meets his, your legs straddling his hips. Your arms loop around his neck, fingers threading through the blond hair at his nape. He lets out a low chuckle, hands settling on your waist, thumbs tracing lazy circles through the fabric of your top.
“Bold tonight,” he breathes, his eyes half lidded as he looks up at you. “I like it.”
You don’t answer with words, just press closer, letting your body melt into his warmth. For a moment there’s just the rhythm of your breathing, the faint thud of his heart against your ribs. Then he inhales, slow and deep, his nostrils flaring as he tips his head into the curve of your neck.
His hands still.
“Mm.” The sound vibrates against your skin. “You smell like me.”
Your cheeks heat. You try to shrug it off, turning your face away, but his fingers dig into your hips, holding you still. “I just borrowed your hoodie earlier,” you mumble. “It’s no big deal.”
“No big deal?” Niki’s voice drops, rougher now, edged with something hungry. His nose trails along your jaw, inhaling again. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You walked around all day smelling like my cologne. Like everyone who got close to you could smell me on your skin.”
You shiver, a tiny sound escaping your throat. “Niki—”
“Don’t play shy now,” he murmurs, and his tongue flicks out, tracing a hot wet line from your collarbone up to your ear. “You knew what you were doing. You wanted me to notice.”
You can’t deny it. The way his voice curls around the words makes your thighs clench. He takes your silence as answer, and his grin presses against your pulse point.
Then his mouth opens, and he licks a broad stripe up the side of your neck.
A gasp punches out of you. His tongue is wet and warm, lapping at the sensitive skin just below your ear before his lips close and he sucks. Hard. The sensation is sharp and dizzying, a pull that sends sparks straight down between your legs. He releases with a wet pop, only to move lower, licking and sucking a trail down the column of your throat, marking every inch he can reach.
“N-niki,” you breathe, your fingers tightening in his hair.
He hums against your skin, the vibration making you tremble. “Yeah? You like that, baby? You like when I leave my marks on you?”
You nod, but words fail as he finds a particularly tender spot just above your collarbone and sinks his teeth in gently, then soothes it with his tongue. By the time he pulls back, there’s a constellation of blooming bruises on your neck, dark promises of what’s to come.
He sits up slightly, enough to grab the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head in one fluid motion. The fabric hits the floor, and your eyes drop to his chest, to the hard planes of his stomach, the lines of muscle that carve a V down into the waistband of his sweats. You can’t help it, your hands leave his neck and press flat against his abs, feeling the warmth and the subtle twitch of muscle under your palms.
He watches you, a smug glint in his eyes. “Touch all you want. I know you’ve been dying to.”
Your fingers trace the ridges, slow and reverent. He’s so warm, so solid. You want to climb inside his skin.
But then his hand moves, sliding up your stomach under your top. He doesn’t ask, doesn’t hesitate. He pushes the fabric up, bunching it under your chin, and your breasts are bared to the lamplight. No bra. He knew, he must have known, the way he’d been palming you through the thin cotton all this morning.
His breath catches. “Fuck, look at you.” His thumb brushes over your nipple, already peaked and sensitive. “Coming in here with no bra, lying on top of me, spreading your legs over my cock like a perfect little slut.”
The word hits you like a slap. It burns hot and bright in your chest, and you arch into his touch.
“I’m not—” you start, but he cuts you off with a squeeze, a gentle twist of his fingers.
“Yeah you are.” He says it like a compliment, like a prize. “And I love it.”
He leans forward and his mouth replaces his hand. His tongue circles your nipple, lazy at first, then faster, harder, and he sucks it deep into his mouth. Your back bows off the bed, a cry tearing from your throat. He switches to the other, giving it the same attention, laving and sucking until both are glistening and swollen.
“Please,” you gasp, rocking your hips against the hard length of him through his sweats. “Niki, please, I need—”
“Need what?” He pulls back just enough to look at you, lips wet, eyes dark with lust. “Use your words, baby.”
“I need you inside me.” Your voice is raw, desperate. “Please, Niki. Fuck me.”
His grin is feral. “That’s my girl.”
He shifts, and in one smooth motion he rolls you onto your back, his body covering yours, pinning you to the mattress. His weight is perfect, heavy and grounding. He reaches down and yanks at the waistband of your pants, pulling them down your legs along with your panties. You kick them free. Then his own sweats follow, kicked to the floor, and his cock springs free, thick and aching, pressing against your thigh.
He positions himself at your entrance, just the tip nudging against your wetness. He doesn’t push in yet. He leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“You know how long I’ve wanted this?” His voice is a low growl. “Since the moment you walked into my room smelling like me. I’ve been hard the whole time, thinking about how good you’d feel wrapped around my cock.”
You whimper, hips bucking, trying to take him in, but he holds still.
“Ask me again,” he says. “Say my name like you mean it.”
“Niki,” you whine, the name breaking on your lips. “Please, fucking hell, just put it in.”
And then he pushes.
The stretch is exquisite, a slow burn that makes you gasp and claw at his shoulders. He eases in inch by inch, letting you feel every bit of him, until he’s seated hilt-deep, his hips flush against yours. He stays there for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed to yours, both of you panting.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”
He starts to move, a slow grind that builds into a steady rhythm. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his mouth to yours for a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue.
“Harder,” you beg against his lips. “Please, Niki, harder.”
He gives it to you, snapping his hips faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. His pace is punishing, relentless, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes.
“You like that?” He grunts, his control fraying. “You like taking my cock like this?”
“Yes, yes, f-fuck, Niki, don’t stop.”
He slows for a moment, just to torture you, then drives in deep and stays there, grinding his pelvis against your clit. You cry out, your nails raking down his back.
“Look at you,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “All messy and needy for me. You’ll cum for me, won’t you? Right now?”
You can only nod, your body trembling on the edge.
“That’s it.” he growls, and his thrusts become erratic, desperate.
The orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing through every nerve, your inner walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper. He follows a second later, with a guttural groan, spilling hot and thick inside you, his body shuddering against yours.
He collapses on top of you, his weight a comforting blanket. His breath is hot against your neck, his lips pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder.
“Goddamn,” he murmurs. “You’re going to ruin me.”
You smile, your fingers carding through his damp hair. “Good.”
💭 hard thought... about how much Riki loves it when you suck him off.
꒰ n. riki x fem!reader ꒱ 𖢖 warnings: smut! mdni, softdom!riki, oral sex (m. rec), handjob, slight praise, overstimulation, pet names, hair pulling, deepthroat, cumshoots, cumeating 𖢖 word count: 2k
wen’s note: dont mind me, just me going feral over his kiss tattoo yamyamyam lol
He loves it—more than he’d care to admit—but you know it, and it fills every inch of you with arousal.
You know he loves it and enjoys it because of the way he simply lets you do it, completely yielding to your rather submissive position, yet still holding plenty of power. The little details drive you wild; knowing exactly what and how he likes it. It turns you on to give him pleasure.
You study and memorize his reactions, not just for the sake of pleasure, even though it’s something you already know, even though he tries—sexily yet pathetically, and without success— to keep his composure, you adore watching him slowly fall apart, his skin shivering as your lips trail down his abdomen, agonizingly slow, teasing him further with the obvious frustration and desperation written all over him.
When his cock is exposed and you want to tease him by kissing and licking his abs, you simply take his manhood lightly in your hand, teasing it just enough to build even more tension in him, because nothing compares to his frustrated expression—his furrowed brow, the veins in his hands and arms visible and palpable, his lower lip red from biting it hard, and that certain pleading look in his eyes... But, just as it is now, where you haven’t taken off his underwear, you gently grind his noticeable erection with one hand, while with your other hand, you trace the path your lips and tongue take until they reach the elastic of his boxers.
At this point, Riki places his hands on your head; in their weight, you can feel his desperation. You look up at him and notice his ragged breathing, the desire and gentle arrogance on his attractive face, as he has you there, submissively on your knees before him, about to please him completely.
Your hand stops stroking his cock through the fabric, and now your throat presses against his erection while your chin rests on his abdomen and you smile broadly and mischievously.
Riki knows you’re doing all this to tease him, to make him even more tense, and you’ve achieved your goal—after all, the grip on your hair gently tightens and caresses it with a certain desperation. He can’t stand it a second longer; he wants the warmth of your mouth on his cock, satisfying him.
He licks his lips, and almost purring, his voice slightly whiny but deep and throaty, he encourages you.
“Come on, baby, put it in your pretty mouth, please.”
His voice and gentle plea only make you even hornier, your core throbbing with desire and lust. It’s simply an act that you both enjoy immensely.
Your attention returns to his arousal, and you don’t waste a second pulling down his underwear, finally freeing his hard cock, which springs out and gently brushes against his stomach attractively. You swallow hard, already tasting and feeling his texture in your mouth.
Riki groans, takes a deep breath, and his grip on your hair grows even tighter. You know he’s trying to act tough, but he’d soon be whimpering at your touch. You gaze at his rigid member, slightly flushed even without any stimulation, the vein popping across his erect length… and then, you gaze at him, waiting for you. Both of your pulses quicken, and once again, without wasting any time, your hand wraps around his girth.
However, before you begin... you indulge in one of your favorite activities: making him suffer a little longer, prolonging his pleasure, overwhelming him with foreplay. You push his cock aside so your face and lips can focus on his highly sensitive skin, which reacts immediately as you plant sensual, tempting kisses on his pelvis, his attractive, defined V-line, his soft, freshly shaved pubic area—kissing right on that daring tattoo of a red-lipstick-kiss that fits perfectly against the outline of your lips— while you try to make eye contact, but he breaks it, overwhelmed and aroused as he moans and throws his head back. His muscles tense, quiver, and his body vibrates to the rhythm of his soft, breathy gasps. You’re torturing him with sizzling kindness, with your perverse, sweet, seductive games.
But he’s not the only one suffering, because no matter how much you enjoy teasing him, the situation is pleasantly complicated for you, since there you are, incredibly turned on, on your knees before him, your panties wet, your femininity—every part of you—yearning intensely to be touched by him… but the satisfaction of sucking Riki off is a very good reward, it makes up for everything.
Finally, you lick his entire rigid length, from base to tip. Riki groans, feeling a rush of intense sensations wash over him, as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, and the strongest tension returns to him. He watches you do it again, satisfying himself with the sweet yet dirty image of you stimulating his cock.
His precum begins to leak from his tip, and you find it somehow both tender and hot—knowing just how desperate he is, him and every inch of his cock in your hand, at your disposal.
You let out a little giggle at his heavy panting; you’re genuinely amused, turned on, all at once, while he struggles with each of his deepest desires—to stay calm, to be there for you, and not to shove his cock roughly into your mouth to fuck it all the way in.
You begin to stimulate him with your hands while your tongue lubricates and boldly traces his cock, which throbs vigorously at the touch of your tongue. Riki moans, drawing him closer and closer to an overwhelming ecstasy, gently teasing his impending orgasm.
Your tongue teases his highly sensitive glans, circling it gently and provocatively. Riki has no idea how much longer he can last, while you squirm in your spot, feeling faintly weak with your panties soaked through.
But it’s so fun to watch him lose control of himself that you pull your mouth away from his erection and start stroking his cock, one hand pumping his stiffness, getting used to the friction of his soft, rough texture, while the other plays with and holds his testicles. You know that poor Riki is so aroused, on the verge of coming, but somehow he’s holding back.
Riki gets frustrated, thinking that with your tongue on the tip, you’d start sucking him off, but you simply pull away to stroke his dick, so he curses under his breath and asks you, once again, in his seductively husky voice, almost at his limit:
“Oh! F-fuck, yeah... please, please, baby, suck my cock, put it in your mouth...pl—”
You decide not to be so mean and obey him right away. He sighs, gasping, heavily and breathlessly. Finally, your lips encircle his thickness; his cock meets the softness and warmth of the inside of your mouth. His throbbing manhood fills you completely, his skin brushing against the inside of your cheeks, his glans teasing your uvula. You know this is exactly where you both want to be.
Riki deftly gathers a handful of your hair into a loose ponytail while one of your hands holds the base of his cock and the other rests on his thigh.
You look him in the eyes as you take his cock into your mouth and begin to suck him, gently bobbing up and down his shaft, hollowing out your cheeks to feel every throbbing vein. Riki shifts his hips and delicately guides and pushes your head. It doesn’t take long for him to start panting with pleasure, and suddenly the act becomes dirtier, messier, more intimate. The obscene sound of your drooling mouth, gagging subtly and stimulating his cock and his moans fill the room. Your nipples and skin bristle inevitably… and you think it might be possible to bring yourself to orgasm just by squeezing your thighs together and just keep sucking him off slowly.
But so far, you’ve been taking it at your own pace, taking in as much of his length as you can, just a little more than half of his cock, alternating with the stroking of your hands when your jaw gets tired. But he’s impatient, the dirty idea just fills his mind, so once again he asks:
“Please, baby, let me fuck your throat, baby, okay?”
You pull his cock out of your mouth and, looking him submissively in the eyes, you nod. It will bring mutual pleasure to both of you.
You steel yourself mentally, take a deep breath, and take his cock back into your mouth. This time, Riki pushes deeper and deeper, gently.
“There you go, princess, take it, take it, I know you can—”
Your eyes well up immediately, the tickling sensation in your nose becomes intense, his glans teases your throat, until part of his cock slides inside it, but Riki doesn’t stop pushing you and doesn’t let up until you’ve taken every inch of him, until your nose brushes against his pubis and your nails dig into his thighs, leaving you breathless and helpless, drooling and desperate.
Riki growls intensely as he feels his cock trapped in the tightness of your throat and could stay like that, if he didn’t know you’re struggling a bit to adjust, so he pushes you again with gentle force so you can breathe.
“Good girl, good, you did very well, princess. One more time. Can you do it?”
Your eyes are teary, your face is slightly flushed, your heart is pounding, you’ve made a mess on the floor and at the corners of your lips, his fluids and your saliva dripping pornographically, there’s just something about the thin string of saliva that stretches from the tip of his flushed, glistening cock to your lips.... but you nod again.
This time you want to last longer for him, to satisfy him. So you take every inch of him again, whimpering and staring intently into his eyes, hoping he’ll pick up on the signal in your helpless, tearful face—which he does instantly. Riki begins to gently thrust into your throat, this time without holding back his cries of pleasure, without prolonging his orgasm.
The sounds grow more obscene; your throat is being used, filled with a massive intruder that desperately brings you pleasure but takes your breath away and tires your jaw. You cry out even louder, your nails digging into his thighs, but Riki is just in heaven right now.
“Oh, yeah. Fuck, you’re doing so well. Taking me so well, princess. Yes, yes. I’m gonna cum in your pretty mou—shit!”
He whimpers desperately as you feel his penis twitch inside you. Riki pulls your hair, roughly sliding his cock out of you, then quickly grabs the base of his dick and gently rubs his glans against your lips while you’re still gasping for air.
Riki admires the beautiful mess he’s made on your face, but he still pushes and urges you on for one last thing, tugging your hair back to gently lift your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
“Open wide for me, baby.”
You feel your body burning, your cheeks hot and damp, but you obey him, understanding perfectly what he wants, so you stick out your rosy tongue, ready to receive his load.
Riki roughly strokes his pulsating shaft, filled with all his pent-up tension, letting out a muffled moan as his long-awaited orgasm finally spills out with force. His restless cock rests on your tongue as he finally comes, spurting hot, pearly-white semen, a few drops decorating your lips and the space between your mouth and nose.
A hot, beautiful mess.
Both of you are breathless, satisfied—you still hungry for more—but you smile at him anyway, licking your lips, tasting and swallowing every drop of him, genuinely blissful.
Riki tries to catch his breath as well, his cock going limp in the aftermath of such an intense, satisfying orgasm. Nevertheless, in his characteristic husky voice, he reassures you just how much he liked it.
“Good. You did so well for me. Are you okay? God, I loved it, my baby doll.”
please don't scroll past this post, it's really important! also a major trigger warning! mentions of rape, incest, sexual content, etc.
I'd like to talk about this k-pop community on Tumblr called "The Dark side of K-pop".
I had to scroll thru a lot of their posts here, but I just couldn't get past a lot because of how disgusting they were. This community basically makes ai deepfakes, sexual content of minor idols, explicit ai video of idols, fanfics about rape, incest, etc.
this community is so fucking disgusting and the fact I've not seen people talk about it is INSANE. I'd like to thank @nefariouspanda134 for getting this to my attention. These sickos are out here making actual porn of idols.
This is all just surface level btw. I couldnt scroll more bc it was genuinely so fucking disgusting. There are multiple— no COUNTLESS deepfakes, ai made adult videos and so much more sexual content involving these idols and minors without their consent.
It is absolutely appalling to me how this community hasn't been reported already. These people know exactly what they're doing. They are not fans. They are psychotic. A normal person would NOT be doing all this bs and the crazy amount of people in this community is absurd. Idols already have such shitty working conditions and on top of that, people like this decide it's okay to make sexual content and deepfakes of idols and especially MINORS for what? for their own twisted pleasure?
this is not okay, this is fucking disgusting and disturbing. This should not be normalised and it's high time we as a community take action.
Please, please, please don't interact or engage with this community or its people. We must mass report these damn idiots off Tumblr because no person deserves this kind of treatment. Before these people become idols, they are humans, they have their own problems, ambitions and goals in life.
Idols are not yours to desire, possess or objectify. They are humans. They are already stripped of their privacy and this just amplifies the damage. Let's NOT normalise this behaviour and keep spreading awareness and reporting people like these guys.
Please help me by taking a few minutes to report this community and reblog this post to spread awareness across all fandoms! Let's try to make this post reach as many people as possible.
If you disagree with me, go ahead and block me. No amount of excuses or justification or even harassment will make me take down this post.
Pairings: Shy!bimbo!fem!reader x experinced!dom!niki
synopsis: missionary with your experienced bf riki but…. he forces you to keep eye contact the entire time.
tags: p in v , missionary, shy bimbo reader, some dirty talk, big riki, kissing , anal, deep penetration
wc: 755 words
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“N-Niki… I’m so nervous,” you whispered in that breathy voice.
“I know, baby. Promise it’ll feel good, hm?”
Niki had you pinned so perfectly in missionary, your legs wrapped around his waist.
He pressed the thick head of his dick against your entrance.
“Oh fuck—ahh—!” he rocked into you with deep strokes. His hot mouth was on your neck withopen-mouthed kisses that turned into soft bites that made you shiver.
“Mmm… Niki…” you moaned breathily, your glossy lips parted, voice all high. “s’ big, Niki…” she breathed, trying to duck her head.
“Don’t hide, angel,” he said firmly, thumb stroking her cheek. “Let me watch my pretty little bimbo take every inch for the first time.”
He hummed against your skin, sucking a little mark just below your ear while his dick slid in and out of your soaked pussy. Every thrust pulled a needy little whimper from you.
Then he sat up without warning, knees planted on the bed, hands gripping your hips. The new angle made him sink even deeper. He rolled his hips in a slow, filthy grind, dragging right against that spot inside you that made your brain fuzzy.
“Oh my—!” you cried out, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure hit you hard. You overwhelmingly turned your head to the side, trying to hide your flushed face in the pillow.
“Nuh-uh,” Niki said firmly, his voice low and commanding. One hand left your hip and caught your chin, gently but insistently turning your face back to him. “Eyes on me, princess. Right here. Don’t look away.”
Your lashes fluttered open, cheeks burning pink as you met his intense gaze. “B-but… it’s too much,” you whimpered shyly, biting your plump lower lip.
“I know, baby,” he murmured, still rolling his hips in those hard circles, grinding deep. “That’s why I want to see every little expression while I fuck you. Just let me watch my pretty girl fall apart.”
He thrust harder, never breaking eye contact. You moaned louder, helpless little sounds spilling out with every roll of his hips.
“Haah… Niki… oh my god…” Your voice trembled, tits bouncing softly with each thrust. “It’s so deep like this… mmmh—!”
“Feels good, doesn’t it, princess?” He leaned down over you, still buried deep, and captured your mouth in a hungry kiss.
His tongue slid against yours as he whispered against your lips, “Look at you taking my dick like a good girl… every thick inch stretching that pretty little pussy open.”
Another shy whine slipped out and you turned your face away again, burying it into the pillow, cheeks burning.
“Nuh-uh,” Niki scolded, voice firm but warm. He caught your chin with strong fingers and turned your face back to him, forcing your glassy eyes to meet his.
“Eyes on me, princess. I told you already. Don’t hide that pretty face from me.”
You whimpered softly, lashes fluttering as you tried to obey. “S-sorry, Niki… it just feels so good I can’t— ahh!”
You tried so hard to keep your glassy dolly eyes on his while biting your plump lower lip, trying to trap your moans.
“m-mnmmnph—“
Your lashes fluttered but you didn’t look away, cheeks flushed pink.
“Fuck… those eyes,” Niki groaned, voice rough.
He looked down at your parted, glossy lips for a second, then straight back into your gaze. “So fucking pretty—“
“C’mon….”
He reached down and gently tugged your bottom lip free from your teeth with his thumb. “Let me hear those pretty sounds, yeah?”
The second your lip popped free, a loud, needy moan spilled out of you.
“Ahhhhhn—Fuuuck—“
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, breathless and chuckling softly. His hips sped up, pounding you harder with every thick inch of his massive dick. “Fuck— I’m cumming—”
He rolled his hips faster, thrusting deep and steady. “Gonna cum like this, princess… just like this.”
Your moans grew needier, breathy and sweet. “Ahh—! fuck … please… m-m’gonna…”
Your walls clenched hard around his huge length. He growled, slamming in deep one last time as you both shattered.
You came with a broken cry, shaking and pulsing around him, while Niki groaned your name and flooded your pussy with hot, thick spurts, eyes locked on yours the entire time.
As the pleasure faded, he exhaled shakily, eyes still locked on yours. “Yes baby… c’mere.”
He collapsed forward, sliding one hand behind your neck and pulling you into a nasty, filthy kiss, tongue pushed deep into your mouth messy and hungrily, swallowing your whimpers as his dick twitched inside you.
“You did so good for me, princess,” he murmured, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “s’proud of you.”
tags: p in v , vanilla? , forbidden sex, stepcest, praise kink, sneaky sex, kissing, reader calls him seung
synopsis: you and your stepbro heeseung having some fun on a golf cart behind your dad’s back
wc: 672 words
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The golf cart rocked gently behind the trees, engine off, your dad, which was also hee’s stepdad, distant voice calling for you both long forgotten.
You straddled Heeseung in the back seat, knees spread wide on the bench, your tiny white pleated mini skirt flipped up around your waist. His thick cock filled you completely as you rode him with slow, needy rolls of your hips, soft moans slipping from your lips with every sink down.
“fuck—yes, seung—“
Your arms were wrapped around his neck, forehead pressed to his, lips hovering just above his own. Heeseung’s large hands slid under your skirt, gripping your bare ass firmly, fingers digging in as he guided your movements with gentle tugs.
He spoke softly against your parted lips, voice low and slightly whiny, eyes half-lidded with lust and adoration. He bit his bottom lip for a second, biting down as a quiet groan escaped him.
“Baby… you’re so tight around me,” he murmured, lips brushing yours with every word, warm breath mingling. “Riding your stepbrother like this… fuck, it’s so dirty… but you feel incredible.”
You moaned softly, clenching around his cock as you sank down again, making him bite his lip harder. “Seung… ahh… we shouldn’t—”
“Shh, I know,” he whispered gently against your mouth, pressing the softest kiss to your lower lip. “But you’re being such a good girl for me… taking me so well out here where anyone could see.”
His hands squeezed your ass possessively, helping you grind down deeper while he kept talking in that soft, needy tone.
“Look at you… my pretty stepsister, all wet and desperate in this little skirt. Keep riding me, princess. Just like that… you’re perfect.”
With a smooth motion, he lifted you up just enough to pull you back down hard onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt.
The sudden depth made you gasp, and you instantly started bouncing on him , needy, desperate little bounces that made the cart creak. Your moans grew softer but more frequent, breathy and vocal as you got lost in it.
“Ahh… Seung… yes— s’good…” you whimpered, biting your lip again between sounds, hips moving faster.
He kept kissing your neck, murmuring praises right against your skin. “That’s it, princess… bounce on me just like that. Such a good girl… letting me fuck you behind Dad’s back. You’re so wet for this… so perfect.”
Your breathing grew ragged, thighs trembling as the pleasure became tighter. Leaning in closer, you whispered breathily against his parted lips, voice soft and shaky,
“I’m gonna cum…”
Heeseung’s eyes fluttered, half-lidded, a low groan escaping him. His hands gripped your ass tighter under the skirt, guiding your movements.
“Shit… me too,” he breathed, voice slightly whiny and needy.
He leaned in, brushing his lips softly against yours, whispering, “Together…?”
You nodded rapidly, biting your lip as you kept bouncing on his thick cock, taking him deeper with every roll of your hips.
A few more desperate bounces and Heeseung’s head suddenly threw back against the seat, eyes squeezing shut as a broken moan left him.
“Fuck… yes, baby—”
Your walls clenched hard around him as your orgasm crashed over you, soft, breathy whimpers spilling from your lips while you came on his cock.
Heeseung followed right after, hips bucking up into you as he spilled deep inside, groaning low and needy, hands squeezing your ass possessively through the whole thing.
“Yes…” he breathed out.
You pulled him in for a deep, messy kiss, he kissed you back just as hungrily, one hand still under your skirt, lazily squeezing your ass.
“Fuck… if Dad only knew,” he murmured against your mouth, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips between kisses.
You let out a soft, breathless laugh that turned into a whimper when he gave your ass another gentle squeeze and rolled his hips up once, still buried inside you.
“Better fix that cute little skirt before we go back… or I might just have to fuck you again on the next hole.”
a/n: some of those fuckass engenes are wack— his stubble is so hot….
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“Mm—y-your mouth feels good on me, baby,” you whimper, voice cracking on the last word. “So good—fuck, the way you—ah—”
The moment Sunghoon’s mouth closes over you, your hips jerk involuntarily.
He hums against your clit in response, the low vibration shooting straight up your spine. His lips are soft but insistent, sucking a bit hard making your thighs shake—then harder, hungrier, like he’s trying to drink every sound you make.
You feel the faint scratch of his stubble against your inner thighs, the sensitive skin right where leg meets core, every time he tilts his head to get a better angle. It’s rough in the best way, a sharp little contrast to the wet heat of his tongue flattening, dragging up your slit in one long, filthy stripe before he dives back in.
He’s messy with it—deliberately so.
Slurping noises fill the room, lewd and unashamed, as he laps at your entrance, tongue dipping inside just enough to tease before he’s back to circling your clit with tight, hard flicks.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough and low, “you taste so sweet. Like I could live between your legs forever.”
“Look at you,” he says, almost to himself, thumb spreading you open so he can see better. “So fucking wet for me. Dripping down my chin already… you’re making such a mess, princess.”
God, you love stubble-Hoon so much.
The way it darkens his sharp jaw, makes him look dangerously hot—like he’s been too busy devouring you to care about shaving. That little rough texture scraping your inner thighs, dragging over your swollen clit with every tilt of his head, every hungry lick and suck.It’s filthy perfection.
The coarse scratch against your slick, sensitive skin sends sparks shooting through you, making your pussy clench and gush even more while his tongue works you open. You’re moaning, thighs trembling, toes curling tight.
“Fuck, baby—your stubble feels so good,” you gasp, fingers yanking his hair as he hums against you, grinding his scruffy chin harder just to hear you whimper louder.
You try to look away—too much, too vulnerable—but he doesn’t let you. One hand slides up your stomach, fingers splaying possessive over your ribs, thumb brushing the underside of your breast as he holds your gaze like it’s a challenge.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick and wrecked, lips shiny with you. “Wanna see exactly what I do to you.”
The stubble scrapes again as he grinds his chin forward, pressing harder, and your hips buck—but he just hums low in approval, eyes darkening even more, like watching you fall apart is the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
You’re trembling, thighs shaking around his head, toes curling tight as the pressure builds again, and still he stares—hungry, focused, utterly obsessed—like he’s memorizing the exact second you shatter for him.
“Gonna come looking right at me, yeah?” he breathes against your slick heat, lips brushing your clit with every word. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
And fuck—you can’t. Not when he’s watching you like that, like you’re the only thing in his world.
Your thighs clamp around his head as the wave hits hard.
“I’m cumming—Hoon—”
“Yeah?” His voice is low, wrecked, eyes still locked on yours through dark lashes. “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel it.”
You hum loud—almost a sob—hips grinding up into his mouth as he sucks harder, tongue flicking fast, stubble scraping just right. Your whole body locks, back arching, toes curling tight.
“Oh fuckkkk—”
He groans against you, drinking every pulse, every gush, not stopping until you’re shaking, whimpering, boneless under his relentless mouth.
Sunghoon finally eases off your pulsing clit, lips trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses down your trembling inner thighs.
“My pretty girl,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and wrecked, stubble grazing feather-light now as he nips and soothes the sensitive spots he’s been devouring. “So fucking perfect for me.”
You’re still catching your breath, thighs quivering, when he crawls up your body ,slow. His dark eyes stay locked on yours—intense, possessive—until he’s hovering right over your face.
He leans in and kisses you deep, no hesitation. His tongue slides against yours, slow and filthy, letting you taste yourself—sweet, tangy, mixed with the heat of his mouth.
You moan into the kiss, fingers threading into his messy hair, pulling him closer as the flavor of your own release coats your tongue.
THINKING ABOUT BF!NIKI SUCKING ON YOUR TITS WHILE YOURE ON INSTAGRAM LIVE (niki smut)
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The Instagram Live is rolling, your phone propped up against a couple of stacked books on the nightstand so the front camera catches mostly your face and upper chest. The little heart-eye and flame emojis are flooding in so fast the chat is basically a pastel blur. You tilt your head back a little against the pillow, letting out a soft, breathy laugh right into the mic.
“Guys… y’all are wild tonight. No I’m not turning the camera—relaxxxx.”
Niki’s mouth is latched onto your left nipple, slow and deliberate, the kind of wet pull that makes your toes curl even when you’re trying to act chill. Every time he suckles harder you feel the cool metal of his Chrome Hearts rings brush the underside of your breast—heavy, chunky, slightly chilled from the AC.
His tongue flicks once, twice, then flattens and drags in a lazy circle before he seals his lips again. The tiny wet sounds are unmistakable: soft suck, quiet pop when he eases off for a second to breathe, then the deeper, hungrier pull right after.
Your left hand stays in his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands, tugging just enough to make him groan low against your skin. The vibration shoots straight down your spine. someone types:
omg is that NIKI?????
u good sis?? 😭😭
sound sus af
You smirk at the camera, voice a little raspier than usual.
Niki switches to the other side then—slow drag of his tongue first, letting your nipple pebble up before he takes it fully into his mouth.
His right hand slides higher under your loose cropped tee, palm warm and wide, fingers splaying so he can squeeze the soft swell of your breast in that gentle, possessive way he knows makes your breath hitch. Not rough. Just firm enough that you arch a tiny bit without meaning to. The rings press little indents into your skin every time he kneads.Another flood of comments:
TURN THE CAM AROUND PLS
we just wanna SEE
nikki say hi 🖤
is he wearing the chrome heart rings?? i’m deceased
You card your fingers deeper into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp the way he likes. He answers with a longer, slower suck—almost lazy now—like he’s savoring more than performing.
“Chat says hi, baby,” you murmur down to him, teasing.
He doesn’t pull off, just hums around you in acknowledgment, the sound muffled and filthy through the mic. Your thighs press together instinctively, glancing back at the screen, biting your lip to keep from grinning too wide.
“Okay okay,” you say to the camera, voice all sleepy-sweet and a little wrecked. “Y’all are too loud. Niki’s literally asleep right now. Like… knocked out. Dead to the world. I’m just chilling here keeping the live alive for you heathens.”
Right on cue, he chooses that exact second to suck harder—deliberate, mean—pulling a tiny, involuntary whimper out of you before you can catch it. The sound comes through crystal clear on the phone mic. You bite your lip hard, eyes fluttering for half a second. The comments go nuclear.
HE’S ASLEEP HUH?? 😭😭
girl the sounds say otherwise
“asleep” my ass lmao
niki wake up challenge failed successfully
You force a giggle, trying to play it cool while your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging just enough to make him growl low against your chest. The vibration makes your back arch again.
“See? He’s… dreaming or something. Super peaceful. Don’t worry about the noises, that’s just… my stomach. Hungry. Craving… uh… snacks.”
You wink at the camera, but your voice cracks on the last word because his rings are pressing into the soft underside of your breast again as he kneads, slow and firm.someone types:
snacks named NIKI??
we believe you (lying)
Niki finally eases off one nipple with a wet, obscene pop—loud enough that even over the phone speaker it sounds criminal—then immediately latches onto the other side like he’s starving. His hand under your shirt squeezes again, thumb flicking over the wet peak he just abandoned.
The chat is relentless now—spamming “CAMERA DOWN” “SHOW HIM” “JUST A PEEK PLS” in all caps, hearts and flames everywhere.
You roll your eyes at the screen, playful-annoyed, voice dripping with fake exasperation.
“Fine. Fine! Y’all are so annoying. One quick glance and that’s it, okay? Don’t make it weird.”
Niki catches on instantly. The second your free hand reaches for the phone to flip the camera, he shifts—smooth, quick—mouth sliding off your nipple with a faint wet sound, trailing hot open kisses up your chest, over your collarbone, until his face buries deep in the crook of your neck.
Lips seal there, slow and deliberate, sucking softly on that sensitive spot while his tongue flicks lazy circles. His hand stays right where it is—under your shirt, palm cupping your breast, squeezing gently, thumb brushing over the still-wet peak like nothing’s changed.
Your fingers are still tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to keep him close. You bite your bottom lip hard, trying to swallow the shiver that wants to rip through you You flip the camera.
The front cam now shows mostly your flushed face, head tilted to give the chat a perfect view of Niki’s dark hair spilling over your shoulder, his face hidden in your neck, moving in tiny, rhythmic motions. The soft, wet sucking sounds are quieter now but still there—barely masked by your breathing. You force a smirk, voice breathy and wrecked.
“S-see…? He’s sleeping. Super peaceful. Totally knocked out.”
The chat explodes:
“HE’S NOT SLEEPING”
“HELPPPPPP THAT’S A HICKEY INCOMING”
“NIKI PLS WAKE UP”
while his hand gives one last slow squeeze under your shirt and his teeth graze your skin just enough to make your eyes flutter. Right then Niki pulls back just enough—barely an inch—lips brushing your skin as he mumbles low and raspy, voice all thick and sleepy-teasing right into the mic:
“Yo… why are you guys disturbing my sleep, huh?”
The words come out muffled against your neck, lazy drawl dripping with that smirk you can hear even if the camera can’t see his face. His hand gives your tit one last slow squeeze under the shirt before sliding down to rest on your waist, thumb stroking like he’s settling back in. The chat detonates.
HE SAID YO 😭😭😭
“disturbing my sleep” SIR YOU’RE SUCKING ON HER NECK
voice deeper than my future lmao
not sleeping he’s just multitasking
You laugh breathlessly, head tipping back as another soft suck lands on your pulse point.
“See? Told you. He’s grumpy when you wake him up. Now shhh, let my baby rest.”
Niki hums low in agreement—vibration straight to your core—then nips lightly before hiding his face again.You flip the camera back to front-facing quick, laughing shakily.
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