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── heeseung had an unusual ritual before every competition as a professional league of legends player. one that his ex-girlfriend could no longer fulfill for him, leaving him desperate enough to ask for your help as his best friend.

pairing! bsf!lee heeseung x fem!reader

genre! f2l, smut, porn w/ a dash of plot warnings! heeseungs a professional gamer, league of legend mention :(, oral (m & f rec), face fucking, deepthroating obv, praise? heeseung whimpers and whines here and there, masturbation (f.), unprotected sex, big dick heeseung, cum swallowing & eating oneselves cum?, overstim, lowkey the pussy made heeseung go insane, no dom/sub dynamics they just wanna freak it, hees a little awkward, weird and talkative. gooner shit.

note: minors do not interact. hello this is a rework of smth i posted on ghstzzn. it went from 3.3k words to 8.6k uhh yeah! also thank u to my wives @tinycatharsis and @prkhaven for beta reading and helping me with a lot of editing!!! i love u guys my little skrunkly omega polycule

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it’s been awhile since you’ve had heeseung linger around your apartment for hours or even days like this. between his time spent with his now ex girlfriend and his professional gaming career, you had rarely seen him. you could only rely on the occasional short lunch meetings or quick coffee runs to catch up with your best friend.

it’s not that his ex disliked you, but more so disliked that you and heeseung happened to be an extremely attractive pair of friends and hated that people would confuse you both as a couple rather than heeseung and her.

you missed your best friend, and it comforted you to know that he returned those feelings.

before heeseung had stepped foot into a relationship with his ex, he would spend half of his time at your apartment. especially when he had a competition that was near, and you found yourself smiling at the fact that nothing's changed even now.

“are you nervous?” you ask him, watching as he packs little things he left at your apartment into a small suitcase for the gaming league. it was only one city away but these sorts of things take an entire weekend.

heeseung hums, shaking his head, his grown out colored hair falling in front of his eyes, “i’m confident.” you know he’s not lying either. there’s not much you know about gaming, or specifically, league of legends—but according to your mutual friends, heeseung seems to be a god at the game. yet, he seemed so antsy about something.

“so what are you gonna do about your little pre-competition ritual,” you hope to lighten his mood, easing him of whatever that was on his mind.

“what ritual?”

you clear your throat, “oh, um. your blowjob ritual..?”

the question was asked with playful intention, but heeseung didn’t react in such a way at all. the ritual, as you called it, was something heeseung accidentally created a few years ago when he had first gone pro. his situationship at the time gave him head right before he left as a sexy goodluck and a reminder of what he had waiting for him when he got back, but that day he had carried and won the competition for his entire team.

the next year after that he had gotten with his girlfriend and had shyly asked her to suck him off, to which she agreed and it had officially become a routine for every competition, including smaller, less meaningful ones because it was that serious to him.

“you okay, hee?”

“can i ask you something?” he suddenly speaks up, voice way louder than he intended, causing the both of you to cringe at the volume. “s-sorry.. can i?”

you nod slowly, “yeah, anything. is everything okay?”

heeseung thinks for a few moments before speaking again, “it’s a little personal and it’s okay if you are uncomfortable with this and you absolutely do not have to say yes but i need to at least ask.”

“heeseung just say it.” you’re obviously nervous now, feeling like you might’ve crossed a line with your own question. the usually goofy guy in front of you now carried a dead serious expression, and it made your palms sweaty.

“can you give me a blowjob before my competition this weekend?”

your reaction comes in three stages. the both of you stare at each other in silence for about three minutes before you burst out in laughter, which also lasts about three more minutes. but when you see heeseungs straight expression turn panicked, you go completely silent again.

“wait… seriously?”

heeseung swallows before shaking his head timidly. he debated laughing along with you and passing it off as a complete joke but he felt the need to follow through. the room is silent again. your fingers subconsciously play with the zipper on his suitcase as you think about the question he just proposed to you.

your best friend, whom you’ve experienced half your life with, just asked you if you could give him head before one of his league of legends competitions so he could win. and he meant it.

what was the right answer here?

“you.. you don't have to,” heeseungs heart feels like it’s about to fall out of his chest. why on earth would he ask such a thing to his only female friend? no less, his best friend.

it was a joke. yeah, a joke! oh my god, why would i ask that, you pervert! you should’ve seen your face! you guys joke like this all the time, this is no different. he could totally play this off coolly.

“it’s fucking stupid, i know. but it seriously helps me and you know she would do it for me everytime.” he began rambling without even realizing it, heeseung’s mouth completely betrayed his mouth the second he opened it. the air is so thick with tension you would have to take a chainsaw to it. “y-you aren’t her, yeah, but i don’t know—it genuinely gets me through the competitions.”

heeseung lets out a shaky breath, “forget it. just ignore what i said.”

oh, he fucked up. why would he do that? what could he possibly do now when he could barely look you in the eye? heeseungs eyes flicker to the door. it’s less than ten feet away, i could leap off this couch and make it out of here in less than—

“well, no heeseung,” you cut him off, “i can’t just forget that you seriously asked me something like that.”

damnit. heeseungs fingers dig into his thighs. he felt nothing but shame. if you started slut shaming him right now, he wouldn’t even blame you.

“please don’t make this awkward. you can say no and we can forget this happened.”

you could tell heeseung wanted to rip his tongue out, and to see your best friend this distressed over something so silly made you want to drop everything and get rid of those feelings for him.

“i mean, i never said no, did i..?”

heeseung looks up, meeting your gaze with a shocked expression, “what?”

“yeah,” you nod, thinking over the initial question, “it doesn’t hurt to think about it. i mean, it’s not like you’re asking me to fuck you—a blowjob wouldn’t hurt us. especially if it’s going to help you.”

he blinks. heeseung might think you’re going insane, and he’s the one that asked you for the blowjob. no way you were actually considering this for him. and with the answer you gave him, he was close to picking you up and spinning you around in the living room just like every romcom.

what did he do in his past life to gain such a supportive, pretty best friend.

“so… you’ll think about it?” your best friend's voice is quiet when he asks, like he’s scared to speak up any louder. “like, seriously?”

“yeah,” nodding your head, you flash him a reassuring smile. agreeing to suck off your friend before his professional video game competition, a totally normal request.

when heeseung leaves your apartment, you immediately cuss yourself out. why the fuck would you practically agree to that? what the hell have you gotten yourself into!

but when you think about telling the boy no, your heart cracks. why? you don’t know. but what you do know is that you would rather die than look at his big sad brown eyes when you tell him you can't give him a special blowjob for his special day.

you were no pro at sucking dick, but you were dedicated to this friendship.

heeseung bounced his leg with nervousness and anticipation. you texted him that you were on the way to his hotel, which would’ve been normal and completely fine considering you attend all of his comps, but today’s not just any other day. today was different.

you never answered his question.

he wonders if maybe you forgot about it. he also hopes you didn’t forget. ever since he asked you the big question, heeseung couldn’t get you out of his mind.

every night leading up to today, he’d lie awake staring at his ceiling trying to push every image of you sitting pretty between his legs out of his mind. the feeling of his cock hardening to the thought of you made him want to dive out of the nearest window.

it’s not like he didn’t think you were hot or that the idea of being intimate with you disgusted him, but it’s the fact that he promised to never be like every other guy.

the two of you were very close. from cuddling while watching movies to holding hands in a crowded area to heeseung trying to beat up creepy men at dive bars for you (you always hear him say “you should’ve seen the other guy”) you both had a tight knit friendship. he always promised that he would never cross that line. your best friend might be a total loser but he liked to consider himself a very well mannered gentleman at the same time.

that day, he did cross that already blurred line just by asking that perverted question. yet you were still attending something that meant the world to him when you could’ve told him to fuck off and die.

heeseung was ripped away from his thoughts when he heard a few loud, uneven knocks at the hotel door.

with sweaty hands and knees that felt like jelly, heeseung grips the door knob and opens it, completely fumbling the handle and plastering the fakest smile he could muster up. “hey.” at least his voice didn’t crack. “wha-at’s up?” what the fuck.

“hi!” you hold up two bags filled with a variety of snacks with a large smile on your face, completely oblivious to the man mentally crumbling into nothing right in front of you. “i brought some stuff for this weekend.”

he clears his throat and steps to the side, letting you enter his hotel room. heeseung averts his gaze to the ceiling as you walk by him, afraid of letting his eyes linger. what if he accidentally looks at your ass?

“what time does it start today?” you ask, still unaware of the emotional distress your male best friend was going through. so nonchalant and unmoving. maybe you did forget afterall.

heeseung takes a seat at the desk in his hotel room, where he had a temporary p.c. set up in case he needed a practice game, settling his hands over his crotch because he was terrified that his dick would suddenly spring upwards if he looked at you one second too long, “uhh, it’s at six this time.”

“jeez… you guys won't be leaving until late then.” you glance at the clock and back to him. he has to leave very soon. but how do you casually start giving your best friend a blowjob within the next fifteen minutes.

“yeah, you know of all people that these things can go for hours. you’re gonna be there for the last few rounds right?”

you nod, wondering if heeseung could notice the way you’re practically gawking at him. was he always this hot? it’s stupid question when you’re fully aware of how attractive heeseung was and currently is. maybe it was the way he was dressed up for his competition tonight, or the way he leaned back on his hands and spread his legs comfortably, or it could be the small droplet of sweat dripping down his jawline onto his neck where you catch his adams apple bobbing when he swallowed.

the baggy black hoodie that you knew he was wearing by itself with nothing underneath paired with his baggy jeans that sat so perfectly on his hips. and it didn’t help that his hair was freshly dyed that dark purple color you’ve always loved on him. he’s fucking hot, why else would you agree to do any of this?

you wonder if he’s thought about this as much as you have. is he nervous? is he vocal? how long does it take for him to get hard and how big is he?

“hey,” you don’t know where the confidence is coming from, but you find yourself sliding off the bed and kneeling in front of him with your hands on his knees, “you’re gonna do great and win this, like you always do.”

heeseung almost chokes on his own spit when you suddenly slip between his legs, “wha- what are you doing..?”

“well, you did ask for my help. or did you forget?” you ask him, genuine confusion taking over your once confident one. “i-if you already changed your-“

“no!” heeseung cuts you off, grabbing your hand with his sweaty ones. “i-i mean, i still do. i just didn’t think you were down.”

you rub your other hand up his thigh, fingers mere centimeters away from his crotch area. so close to where he needs you, yet so far. “of course i am. what good are best friends if they can’t help each other out?”

heeseungs breath hitches when your hand grazes the zipper of his jeans. he lets go of your other hand and you take it as a cue to keep going.

“just let me take care of you, hee.”

and for the first time ever, that nickname made his cock twitch.

just the view he had of you sitting pretty between his thighs, hesitant but still full of confidence as you softly palmed him through his jeans was enough for him to have him leak through the material.

“can i…” you ask quietly, fingers on the button of his jeans. he nods once and gulps as you immediately pop the button open and move to the zipper. it feels like hours pass by when you slowly tug it down and pull his pants down below his hips.

you couldn’t lie to yourself and say the bulge of his hardening cock, covered by his calvin kleins, wasn’t making your mouth water a little. you push his hoodie up slightly, and the way your cold fingertips graze his lower stomach as you grab the waistband of his boxers has his stomach tensing under your touch. you let out a small gasp when his cock practically springs upwards when you finally pull them down.

your best friend is absolutely packing.

heeseung almost chuckles when he catches your reaction.

“don’t laugh.”

“i’m not.”

“i can see it!” you argue back. “you’re about to laugh!”

arguing in this scenario only made sense for the two of you. this was probably the most serious you and heeseung have ever been with each other, and it was ironic considering it’s because of his dick.

“you’re just big. i mean i- i wasn’t expecting it.”

heeseung shrugs and holds his hands up in surrender, ”was i supposed to warn you? hey, my dick’s massive so be prepared when you come over to suck me off later.”

you had to admit, that did sound very egotistical and corny. and if he said something like that, it probably would’ve turned you off.

heeseung was growing restless in the chair, trying his best not to move but it was difficult when his fully hardened dick was standing tall directly in front of your face.

“please just continue.”

“keep up that attitude, and you’re getting nothing. you know we have less than fifteen minutes.” you retort after hearing him scoff.

“i can miss rehearsals.”

“heeseu-”

“god, please let me just fuck your mouth.”

oh god. were you supposed to be this turned on? you’ve never once heard your best friend sound this desperate and horny, not for you or anyone else. and something about the breathiness in his voice made you want to do more than just suck him off.

you bite your lip and look down in his lap, taking his cock in your hand with a soft but firm grip. you lean forward and let spit slowly drip from your mouth as you start pumping him.

heeseung lets out a quiet groan and you look up at him—wide eyes that are practically asking, is this good? you continue to gently fist his cock, getting him nice and hard before you start using your mouth on him.

“i really do hope you win.” is all you say before you kiss his tip and sink your mouth onto him.

the boy is practically seeing stars. you just started and he’s already moaning like a bitch. but it felt so good, he couldn’t rip his gaze from you, focused on the way your lips wrap around him tightly and the way your cheeks hollow out as you literally suck him in.

“fuck, like that…” his hand finds sanctuary wrapped around your hair, not yet pushing you down on his cock completely, but more so as guidance.

you let go of his cock with a pop and continue pumping him with your fist, licking the underside of his base while looking directly into his beautiful blown out brown eyes. heeseung lets out a groan and his head falls back against the chair, making him look somehow sexier than before.

“you don’t have to hold back heeseung,” you mumble, but the lust was evident in your tone. “don’t be gentle, this is all for you.”

“holy fuck, please don’t say that.” you giggle at his response and smile against his tip, smearing his precum across your lips before taking him back into your mouth. heeseung grips your hair tighter and pushes you further down his cock per your request. he can hear you inhale deeply through your nose as you attempt to take all of him. but of course you couldn’t without sacrificing your throat.

you stroke what you can’t fit and let heeseungs hand guide you up and down his cock. he uses all self control to not thrust into your mouth. heeseung hisses through his teeth every time your lips tighten around the tip of his dick, feeling somewhat more sensitive than he usually is. which he couldn’t find in himself to even be embarrassed.

a guttural moan rips from his throat when your hand comes up to squeeze his balls, offering a helping hand in making him cum sooner. time was ticking and it made you anxious, but heeseung did not have a single care in the world, especially after what you just pulled.

he almost wishes he knew how fucking good you were at giving head before all of this. your mouth was so warm, wet and tight around his cock. heeseung genuinely thinks this is one of the best blowjobs he’s ever gotten — he was on cloud fucking nine. his hips buck, suddenly pushing his cock deep inside of your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. you let out a surprised cough, but that reaction only spurs your best friend on, pushing your head down until your nose is brushing against his lower stomach.

maybe it was the fact that you’re his best friend. sure, it’s not taboo by any means, but there are lines that are never to be crossed in these sorts of relationships, but a few rules could be broken.

“oh my god,” he whines, “you’re so good at this. fuck–god, don’t stop.”

his words, his moans, his whines—they all send tingles down your spine and straight to your core. you couldn’t ignore the throbbing in your cunt for any longer.

you continue to squeeze and fondle his balls as you let heeseung completely take over and guide your head deeper down his cock, thrusting his hips upwards and meeting your mouth halfway. your other hand grips his thigh, an attempt at keeping you stable and relaxed as he abuses your throat with the tip of his cock.

the groan that leaves your mouth when he tugs your hair tighter is accidental, causing you to look up at heeseung to see how he’s holding up. he looks beautiful like this. a pink blush across his cheeks, damp forehead, and hazy red eyes. you were surely dripping through your panties now.

“yeah? you like t-this too, huh?” heeseung spits out. now you’re almost jealous of every woman he’s managed to pull, because fuck did that just turn you on even more. “want me to use your mouth however i want?”

you moan in response, nodding your head. you could easily tell he was still nervous and trying to gauge the way you respond to him, heeseung lets out a long exhale as he shoves your head down his cock again. tears line your eyes and threaten to spill over, as you try to relax your throat to take him completely.

“y-you’re taking me so well, y’know that? so good, baby.”

immediately, your hand that was once on heeseungs thigh is making its way down and into your shorts. you were soaked and you could feel it through the rough fabric.

heeseung lets out another choked moan when he notices your hand slipping inside your shorts, circling your clit as you let him use your throat as he pleased. how badly he also wished you would just take those stupid shorts off and let him see exactly what you’re doing. the boys brain short circuits when he pictures you laid out all dolled up just for him, legs spread wide as you showed him how you make yourself feel good when no one else can.

“playing with yourself while you let me use this pretty throat…” heeseung groans, lifting your head for a mere second before pushing you down his cock again. your hand tightens around his balls and he whimpers at the sudden action. “f-fuck, wait don’t do that.”

you let out a whine, tears falling down your cheeks, you were already so close and heeseung hasn’t even come yet.

heeseung gets rougher, no longer guiding your head but meeting you halfway by thrusting his hips upwards. your lips were burning and there was spit completely covering your other hand and chin. but still, you continue to suck his cock as if it were your last meal, letting him force his way down your throat.

“‘m so close. so fucking close.” now you're both whimpering. “fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum soon, baby. keep going, please, hah–you feel so fucking good.”

his words were enough for you to hit your peak, an orgasm washing over your body immediately. you’re squirming and whining, sending vibrations down heeseungs cock.

“ah, fuck,” he continues to let words fall out of his mouth in the form of broken moans, “y-yeah, ‘ts so good. feels so good. i cant—i can’t hold it.” heeseung suddenly pushes your head all the way down, your nose making contact with the soft hair at the base of his cock, and he cums.

thick, hot ropes of cum covering the back of your throat. you’re gagging and choking at the full, suffocating feeling, wanting to pull back so badly, but he doesn’t stop—not until he’s milked completely dry.

after what feels like an eternity, he lets go and you pull away, gasping and coughing but swallowing most of his cum in the process. your hands fly to your neck and you massage it while you try to catch your breath.

heeseung on the other hand was breathing heavily, unaware of your struggling breathing because he was too busy basking in the aftermath of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had.

“holy fuck.” he breathes out. his hand laid atop of where his heart was pounding in his chest, rubbing the area as if the repeated action was going to calm it down.

you look up at the male, who seemed like he was about to pass out, feeling suddenly alerted. “hee, you have to go.” your voice is raspy and weak.

“i can’t.” he responds, out of breath. “that was amazing. i literally can’t move.”

you stand up and pull him upwards with you, balancing him carefully when he stumbles forward. “seriously, you have to go… like right now!” now you’re putting his cock away for him, he hisses loudly at the roughness in which you handle it, but you ignore it and zip up his jeans. “now.”

heeseung sighs and looks down at you, holding you by the shoulders. “did you.. get off like that?”

you tighten your lips and nod hesitantly.

“good god, you’re a fucking angel.” he breathes out, wanting nothing more than to throw you down on the bed and fuck you until he physically cannot. “please, please be here when i get back, i’m literally begging you.”

you nod at him, reassuring him that you’ll be here when he’s done as you usher him out of the hotel room. “i will, hee. just go.” you suppose this is what best friends are for after all.

“and do not show up to the comp tonight or i will be hard the entire fucking time.”

the hotel door slams and it makes heeseung jump out of his skin. you rushed him out so fast that he felt like a sneaky link escaping your room so nobody would find out. except it was his room and he didn’t care if anyone knew.

heeseung pats down his front and back pockets, immediately turning around because he realized he didn’t have a single one of his necessary items on him.

a soft, hesitant knock pulls you away from the bathroom sink where you were trying to rinse the sticky coating your best friends cum left behind in the back of your throat. you pull open the door, revealing a very embarrassed heeseung with disheveled hair pushed back under his hoodie.

“what are you doing back? you literally have minutes before the event starts.” you question him. he hooks his thumbs in his pockets and kicks his foot at the carpeted hotel floor nervously.

“i.. um, i left my phone… and door key… and also my wallet.” he mutters, unable to look you in the eye. one glance at you had his dick and brain feeling all fuzzy and warm. your eyes were red from when you teared up earlier and your lips were swollen and moist. “can you please grab them?”

you nod and spin around, walking around the room as you frantically collect the items he needed. quickly, you walk towards him again, pushing everything against his chest, not caring that he was struggling to carry it all.

“go.”

“y-yes ma’am,” heeseung blurts out before walking away, not before tripping over his own feet and cursing himself out under his breath.

the event had started as soon as heeseung got down to the lobby where it was being held, being immediately ushered into a room where he waited for his team to start. he couldn’t even bother to participate in any pre-game interviews or cheers because he could not get his mind off of you.

now that he had recovered from his post orgasm bliss, the post nut clarity was hitting hard and god was he starting to feel all sorts of unwanted emotions. guilt, sadness, horniness, more sadness.

did he completely fuck up what you guys had? were you mad at him—is that why you rushed to get him out of the room?

he was overthinking everything. but he couldn’t help it. not when there was a possibility of you leaving the hotel right now and blocking his number.

as he followed his teammates out to the lobby, where the main stage was set up, his eyes scanned the area in search of you even though he told you not to show up. perhaps his message came off wrong… maybe you think you’re unwanted now. like you had one purpose and it was to–

“...lee heeseung?”

heeseung looks up, not even registering that all eyes were on him, waiting for his pre-competition speech. he stands up, almost tripping over the chair in the process before gabbing the mic from the MC with sweaty hands.

he smiles awkwardly when she side eyes him while wiping her hands on her pants and steps back, letting the camera capture the panicked male in his entirety, “uh.. yeah. th-thanks for coming out or tuning in to watch and support us once again. we won’t disappoint.”

the mic is ushered back into the MC’s hands before heeseung is quickly taking a seat again, trying to ignore all the attention. he just needs to get through this… that’s it. then he’s free to fix whatever he possibly destroyed between the two of you. if he even did such a thing.

five hours. five whole hours that heeseung had to endure before he could even think about leaving. and it was awful.

it was to the point where he had to buy merch from his own team just to get out of his soaked through hoodie because he could not stop the anxious sweating. even his teammates were concerned and asked if he needed to step down tonight, but he persisted. because honestly, he needed the distraction. even if it barely worked.

because as soon as heeseung saw a clearing, he was booking it to the elevator, ignoring the baffled stares from the press. he won, sure, but nothing was worth celebrating when he had no idea what was going through your mind right now. it seemed so, so good in the moment and he’s mentally praying that you didn’t budge. that you wanted this just as badly as he did.

standing in front of his hotel room door, heeseung practices all the dialogue outloud over and over again, gaining weird stares from the few people passing by.

“look, it was—it was good… really good and i understand if you don’t want anything more-“ he pauses as a younger couple walks behind him, obviously whispering about him. heeseung gives them a soft smile and wave. “i’m just.. just talking to myself.”

they simply nod. he rests his forehead against the wooden door and sighs. it’s now or never. he places the keycard against the metal lock and waits for it to blink green. with a hand on the knob, he counts down and turns it, pushing the door open with confidence.

except it doesn’t open. even after a few more pushes, it doesn’t budge any wider than three centimeters.

and before heeseung could even begin to think clearly, he panics instead. the door remained open as far as it could possibly go, “he-hey… you in there?” he called out with a shaky voice. there’s no response, and he couldn’t listen for any movement, not over the white noise coming from the ac unit in the room.

anxiety rises in his throat. “i get it if you think things are weird between us now… i really do.” heeseung leans his body against the door, his face right next to the opening so you could hear him clearly if you were in the room still. “i thought that you thought it was great and that you enjoyed it as much as i did. but i know i can be oblivious and maybe i read into it wrong?”

it was pathetic, really. the way his body was slumped against the door as he practically clawed at the gap revealing a sliver into the room. heeseung wasn’t even sure you were in there, and any rational thinking was left downstairs, because how else would the deadbolt be holding the door shut if you weren’t in there.

“i still want us to be friends if anything so please just.. if you’re in there please let me in so we can talk.” he shifts his weight, looking behind him in case he needs to room with one of his teammates. “if you’re not then… then i’m going insane. god i just want y-“

heeseung doesn’t even register that he’s fallen completely flat on the ground until you shout his name.

“heeseung! are you okay? why were you leaning against the door? i was trying to open it for you and-“

but your words are defeaned by the ringing in his ears, not because it hurt really fucking bad when he fell, but because he’s shocked to the core that you were kneeled in front of him.

“you’re still here…?”

you look at him in confusion and he finally pulls himself together. he notices the wet hair first, then your bare shoulders then does he finally notice the thin hotel towel wrapped around your body. oh.

“i said i’d be here… i locked the door because i was showering and was scared room service would come in.” you shyly admit to him.

“oh.”

you nod and give him a tight smile. the two of you were still on the ground and you’re not sure if it was the right moment to help him up yet.

“did you hear everything i said?”

“every word.”

“oh.”

heeseung suddenly pushes himself upwards, knocking into you and sending you falling backwards onto your ass. “oh fuck.”

“heeseung, it’s oka-“

he grabs you in an attempt to “save” you but it only causes you to panic and grab him at the same time, causing you both to fall to the ground together before you could even get back up.

and now heeseung has to try really fucking hard to not look down and stare at the towel that fell right below your tits, now only being held up by his hands on your sides.

“did you win?”

your best friend lets out a laugh, finding the question almost relieving because of how casual it was considering the situation the both of you ended up in, “of course i won.”

you smile at him, resting a hand on his chest, immediately noticing the new shirt, “so it worked.”

“it did. it worked almost too well.” his voice was low now, he was trying to study you just by your body language now. he overreacted for nothing.

you didn’t even attempt to move away from him, or wiggle out of his hold. and you continued to keep the same alluring smile on your face, not letting it falter once. you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, “so… do you want to continue your speech?”

“what speech?” as soon as he speaks those words, he realizes exactly what you were talking about. he lowers his head in embarrassment, eyes locking onto your breasts. “i don’t wanna talk about it actually…”

“you don’t? so you wanna stay just friends?”

heeseung lifts his head, eyes blown out in panic. “wait—no! no… that’s not fair.”

you giggle at his vulnerable state. it was endearing to you and you were sure of your decision at this moment.

“it’s not funny.” he looked like a puppy, lips pouting and eyes full of guilt and sorrow, but all you could see was yourself in the center of his pupils. you knew that his words and actions meant way more than what he let on. “i thought i scared you away with my… you know.”

you shush him and place your hand on his jaw, turning his head towards yours, “i know, you don’t have to explain yourself.”

“really? i was terrified thinking you thought i used you to get off for this stupid gaming shit.”

his words made your heart flutter, because even though he was terrible with words, you still understood what he was trying to say.

“i feel the same way, heeseung.”

his eyes flicker with confusion. did he black out and confess already? “what? i’m confused.”

“i know you like me—“ the male goes to speak but you stop him with a finger to his lips. “and i do too! why else would i even agree to such a thing. why else would i stay? you know i don’t do these things just for pleasure.”

“r-right.” heeseung clears his throat but it doesn’t help because he honestly had no idea what to say. so he lets his body talk. his eyes leave yours and follow the few droplets of water racing each other down your chest.

“i really do like you.”

“i know.”

“and i seriously want to be with you.”

“is that so?”

“and i couldn’t stop thinking about you during the comp.”

“really now.”

“yes, i was confused. my dick was confused.”

you roll your eyes and release yourself from his hold, pulling the towel up over your chest and standing. heeseung remains on his knees, watching as you walk away from him. panic strikes him for the fourth time that night and he stands up, following you to the other side of the room. “wait, hold on!”

“no, i’m tired of waiting.” you sigh and plop down onto the mattress, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

it’s like a lightbulb went off in his head. oh. he understands now, he really really understands now. this is a new look coming from you, one that he caught a mere glimpse of earlier, one that he’s never seen before—in what context would he have been able to?

“i am so,” heeseung hovers over you, lowering himself and resting his hands right beside your legs. you lean backwards, guiding him onto the bed. “so glad you said yes.”

“why?”

“how else could i get you like this?” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw line. “can’t think of a better way to make you mine.”

it would’ve been sweet, it really would have. except you both only came to this realization that you had feelings for each other because you gave him a blowjob as a helping hand to his professional gaming pre-competition ritual.

“well, normally people start by confessing their feelings before getting sexually involved with their best friends.”

heeseungs face heats up at your response, mostly because you were right. “i don’t think our friendship has ever been normal by society standards.”

“touché.”

you lean back, pulling him closer to you by his t-shirt, the cotton was embarrassingly damp from his sweat. “are you nervous?”

he chuckles softly and nods, “i was.”

“because of me?” you ask him slyly, by now your back was against the pillows, wet hair sticking to the soft pillow cases.

“i was losing my mind.” heeseung responds with an exhale. you bring your knees up to his sides, trapping him between your legs, not that he minded. you were being cocky but he found himself slowly becoming obsessed with that side of you.

the towel was just laying lazily across your torso, and your ass was bare against his hips. you could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and after waiting hours for him to come back, you wanted nothing more than to just rip through the fabric and take him all night.

and heeseung was doing no better than you were. he had to slow each and every movement because his hardon was painful at this point, tight against the zipper.

“i seriously need you right now or i might start climbing these walls.” he breathes out, leaning his forehead against yours. your eyelashes brush against his, and you realize that this moment felt more intimate than anything you experienced with him earlier in the day.

“i’m not going anywhere.”

his lips are against yours in seconds, pushing you flat against the pillow as he captures you in a kiss that showed every feeling he wanted to convey but didn’t have the words to. he moves down to your jaw then chin, then back to your lips. like he couldn’t focus on one part of you, and was making up for time.

your hands are gripping at the t-shirt sticking to his skin, moving lower to hook your fingers under the soft cotton. he lets you pull it over his head with ease, messing his purple hair up in the process.

his hips grind against you when he leans back down to trap you in a kiss so passionate that your teeth are clashing against each other.

god, he didn’t even know where to start. you laid under him so pliant and willing, letting him have you all to himself. his brain was a puddle splashing around against his skull. meanwhile, you pull back, tugging on his bottom lip with a smirk as you slowly pull the towel to the side, revealing everything you had to offer to heeseung.

heeseung settles between your legs, leaning back on his legs. he brings his hand down to your breast, thumb ghosting over your soft buds as he slides down your side, “i could spend all night staring at you.”

“don’t,” you hum, pulling on his arm to tug him closer again, “you can stare all you want when you’re inside me.”

your words make him gulp. that one sentence set him back in reality, the one where he was between your legs itching to fuck you. this was unreal to heeseung, you were all his.

heeseung lowers his gaze, his heart almost dropping to his ass when he lays his eyes on the one thing he’s been thinking about all night other than your destroyed friendship. you instinctively try to close your legs but his hands are quick to grab your thighs and keep them held open around his hips.

nothing in the world was more beautiful than the gift you kept between your thighs. you were serious when you mentioned that you were tired of waiting, it was obvious in the way you were soaking wet, slick spilling from your lips to your inner thighs. heeseung begins to move back on his knees, situating himself to absolutely devour you but you stop him before he could get any further.

“no.” you pull him by his wrist and he shoots you a confused look, a glint of terror in his eyes because he thinks he offended you somehow.

“what… why?” heeseung asks you, his hands ghosting over your skin now.

“because i told you i want you inside of me. now.”

he has to stop his eyes rolling to the back of his head. as much as he wanted to eat you out and give you the pleasure you deserve for hours, he cannot ignore the way his cock went from a sweet, sensational throb to the most painful hard on heeseungs ever had.

you watch as he fumbles with the button on his jeans, cursing to himself when it gets stuck. it was truly endearing, seeing him like this, and it reminds you of the years of friendship you had with this man, and how lucky you were to have him in your life to this day. of course, you never expected this day to come either. you also never expected heeseung to be so eager to make you cum.

he pushes his jeans past his hips, finally freeing himself from the confinement of the fabric. there was sweat dripping from his forehead and he was hoping to god that it wouldn’t turn you off now.

“are you sure?”

“i’m sure,” you reassure him, trying to keep eye contact with him. he stutters in his movements, like he was unsure of what to do next and you roll your eyes, “heeseung just fuck me already.”

“o-okay, yes ma’am.”

if it weren’t for his tip sliding through your wet folds, you would’ve laughed in his face. but you couldn’t because heeseung was torturing not only you but himself, gliding his length up and down sending shivers down your spine every time he puts pressure on your clit. the action makes your thighs push together, heeseung grunts and holds your legs at an angle, suddenly stronger than what you’ve seen from him.

finally, when he decides to stop edging himself, he slides his cock in slowly, eyes rolling back when he feels your walls squeeze him tightly. you were doing your best to adjust to his size since you were both too eager, but it was damn near impossible. maybe he should have given you a heads up.

“jesus heeseung, you’re huge!” you breathe out, gripping whatever you possibly could to ground yourself. he shakes his head and groans, pulling out just slightly before pushing back in, his hips flush against you. this makes you gasp out, reaching for him.

heeseung leans into your touch, letting you wrap around his neck. he starts off with slow, sensual thrusts, like he was trying to savor each and every feeling you were giving him without even doing much. he buries his head in the crook of your neck, letting out soft groans with every thrust as he gradually speeds up his pace. you could feel the sweat dripping off his skin onto yours, and to most people it’d be a turn off, but for you it was a confidence booster because you knew it was you that made him this nervous and feel this good.

your grip on him tightens when he starts leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, occasionally biting down when a particular movement feels just right to him. heeseungs pace is quicker now, the sound of wetness filling up the small hotel room. each whine that leaves your mouth goes straight to heeseungs cock and he has to hold back from cumming way too early just for you.

he brings his head up just enough for you to feel his breath his your ear, “you feel so good… so fucking good.”

you try to respond but the way his tip was kissing that spot deep inside of you, you knew it’d just come out as gibberish. heeseung shakily brings himself back up to hover over you, repositioning himself before slamming back into you. his eyebrows furrow like he was focused, and god was it the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

before you could do anything else, he leans back down, slotting his lips perfectly against yours again. you moan into his mouth and he eats up every little noise you give him.

heeseungs movements get sloppier and desperate, not just his thrusts but his entire body was trembling just enough for you to notice. his hands were suddenly all over your body, unable to stay in one spot. he breaks the kiss and lowers his head, choking out a string of intelligible words. “hah—shit… fuck!” his lips attach to your tit, sucking and pulling at your nipple with his teeth.

he lets go with a loud pop, “can’t,” he thrusts deeper, “really can’t,” it’s pathetic now, “i’m g-gonna cum, baby.” he was panting against your skin, and you could tell he was about to lose his mind in you.

“please, hee.” you whine in response. he brings his hand down and attacks your clit with his fingers, pinching and rubbing in fervor. you back arches and you let a sound out that was similar to a yelp.

but the poor man was closer than he thought, and all it took was you clenching around him once for him to let go and cum inside of you. his moans come out in stutters, and he repeatedly apologizes to you while continuing to thrust deep and hard, making sure you finish just as good as he did.

“f-fuck, i’m so– so sorry,” heeseung pushes your knees against your chest, finding a quick pace once again. his face contorts in pleasure, overstimulated as fuck but he was a gentleman and he would be damned if he couldn’t prove that.

in fact, he was ashamed that he came so early.

“please… god, please cum, baby.”

his subtle begging woke something up inside of you, something that was locked away. oh my god. heeseung doesn’t dare stop nor does he slow down, this was everything he’s ever prayed for in his life.

heeseung was in pure bliss–he was high off of your pussy–fucking into you like it was something he should’ve done approximately four years, one hundred and thirty seven days ago. this moment couldn’t possibly ever be ruined for him. making you cum was his life's mission now, especially after seeing you pleasure yourself with your fingers while his cock was practically down your throat earlier that afternoon.

you choke out a moan and grab his wrist, keeping it still as your orgasm hits you with full force, strong enough to make you lightheaded. the feeling of an overload of wetness brings you back just as quickly. you gasp and attempt to sit up, but the overwhelming sensations of pleasure knock you back down.

heeseung was in a fucking trance. you squirted, and he was the one to make you do so. pride and satisfaction filled him up, just as his cock filled you up for a second time.

“fuck–i’ve never…” you breathe out softly, still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. heeseung grips your knees, spreading your legs wide to look at the mess the two of you made, and you could feel him harden inside of you.

he doesn’t even look up at you, it felt like he was stuck in a trance. “never..?” he just repeats the word in utter disbelief, a tone that makes you question yourself for a second.

within seconds, heeseung is pulling out of you at an almost painful speed and laying flat on his stomach in between your thighs. you don’t get a single moment to react to any of this before his tongue is flat on your cunt, licking a long stripe upwards.

“heeseung!” you cry out, sitting up quickly. you weren’t even recovered from your previous orgasm and he was already back at it, this time with his mouth. he pulls you closer by your hips, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

he lifts his head and just the sight of his lips and chin covered in your mixed juices was almost enough to have you cumming on his face. “lay down.” and you have no choice but to listen when his lips wrap around your clit.

he eats you out with zero shame and not an ounce of care in his body knowing he was slurping up his own cum simultaneously. his tongue dips inside your fluttering hole, drinking up your juices with pleasure. you could tell at this point that it wasn’t just for your pleasure, but for his.

you pull at his faded purple hair, it was too much and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good before. “oh god, i’m gonna cum. heeseung don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

he wouldn’t dare dream of stopping there. his tongue flicks over your clit and it sends you reeling, your body jolts, sending you sitting upright again as another orgasm washes over you. you’re squealing and pushing him away, crossing your legs all while he stares up at you with shock written all over his face.

“what’s wrong?” he questions you as if he didn’t put your body through two of the most life changing orgasms that you’ll ever experience. the lower half of his face was drenched in your combined juices, and you could clearly see his own cum drip from his lower lip.

you shake your head, the words were refusing to come out, “just… sensitive. holy shit, heeseung.”

his tongue darts out to lick his bottom hip and he sits up, revealing his hard, leaking cock to you once more, “is that good or bad?” he asks you, trapping you with his arms.

what a stupid question, you think. heeseung knew that as well, but it did look like you were running away from him with the way you scoot back flush against the headboard. the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know, and you knew exactly where you’d be for the rest of the night and possibly the next day.

“you look so pretty like this,” he eyes you up and down, taking in the afterglow that coats your skin.

heeseung had no other plans except for making up for everything he could’ve given you for the last four years of your friendship, not until you were both beyond satiated and fatigued.

“please don’t make me stop.”

𓂃 . 𐑞 masterlist ︶ ⟢

a/n: it had to stop here for my mental health

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so who was the person who flipped off heeseung? nobody got the twitter? cause ion even play when it comes to him 🤔

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❀ ┊𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘ᵎᵎ getting high and frisky with your Stoner best friend <3

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄/𝐂𝐖 ─── nsfw (mdni), make out session , dry humping , touching under the clothes , nipple play , hair pulling , titty sucking , cannabis consumption 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ─── 1k

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ─── "stoner riki!!!" we cheer in unison! (I am in no way trying to promote the usage of cannabis , please never try it out , it tastes nasty. If you are a stoner though , be responsible with the consumption and take care of yourself please <3)

ᰔ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭ᵎᵎ

It was supposed to be just the usual hang and smoke session in Riki's room — get high and talk , maybe play games , just take a nap together or come up with new munchie recipes.

It was supposed to be like that.

But one touch that lingered for too long , heated gazes meeting each other — that's all it took for the line of friendship to blur.

Your thighs were straddling his lap, your weight soothing his mind but also making him lose control — you were so close to him , your thighs so soft against his own , his fingers just itching to grope the soft flesh of your thighs. But he had to settle with feeling them over the fabric of your pants , his hands squeezing and groping as much as he could. His half lidded eyes were focused on your lips , watching the way they parted and the wrapped around the paper tip of the blunt.

His teeth sunk into his bottom lip for a second , the plump flesh recoiling gently as he released them from his teeth again , watching as you provokingly blew the smoke slowly into his face — his fingers dug into your thighs to restraint himself from crashing his lips into yours.

But all that restraint flew out of the window as you took another drag and held it in your lungs , leaning in close enough for your lips to brush against his , your hand under his chin so you could pull his bottom lip down with your thumb to open his mouth a little. His heart hammered against his chest , the smoke you slowly passed from your mouth to his hitting harder than if he were to take a drag himself — was it the weed making him hazy or just you? At this point , he believes that it's you who's making his head spin.

He couldn't resist anymore , but your eyes were begging him to kiss you — you were just testing his limits until they'd break.

He closed the gap between the two of you , his lips sloppily moving against yours , his need for you stronger than anything else. He grabbed the blunt from between your fingers and placed it onto the ash tray on the nightstand next to his bed.

The way he kissed was addicting , his lips were addicting. Every tug , nibble and pull from his teeth on your bottom lip was driving you crazy , his hands having long moved from your thighs to your ass , just touching and feeling the roundness of your cheeks.

Oh he dreamed of this , was this a dream? It certainly wasn't with the way your breath hitched , the way your breathing grew heavier and how hot the air had gotten between the two of you.

One thing lead to another , your hips slowly rolling down against his. He could feel it , he could feel the heat radiating from your pussy and he swore he could even smell how fucking aroused you were , a sweet scent swirling in the air.

He broke the kiss , his half lidded dazed eyes just looking up to you as he leaned back against the headboard of his bed , just watching you have your fun on his lap. It felt good , he never though that it would feel so fucking good to have your clothed cunt drag and rub against his boner. It was testing his limits once again , the pleasure was there but it simply wasn't enough.

He gave your ass a soft smack before his hands moved up to your waist and under your shirt , his breathing growing heavier and raggedy the more you moved your hips or rolled down slowly down against his bulge. His head was spinning , his whole world was spinning.

His hands moved up to your chest slowly , he was giving you time to smack his hands away or tell him to fuck off — but you didn't. Instead , you arched your back and pressed your chest into the palms of his hands once he reached your boobs , his gaze darkening.

"Fuck… you're going to kill me..", he muttered under his breath , feeling your hard nipples pressing into the palms of his hands — you weren't wearing a bra.

"Can i take this off… i wanna see those pretty girls of yours..", he ask as he rolled his hips up against yours out of pure instinct , his body was acting on its own. You just nodded your head , breathing out a 'Yes' as a reply and that was all he needed to hear.

His eyes immediately glanced down at your chest once he took your shirt off and threw it onto his gaming chair , his hands gently squeezing your boobs and watching as the lumps of fat got pushed up.

He licked his lips , the pads of his thumbs slowly rolling over your hard nipples , taken notice of how your breath hitched once he did that. You liked that , the way your eyes fluttered shut from the contact also proofed that.

He couldn't resist anymore.

"A-Ah! Riki…nghn… don't suck so hard..", you gasped out , your hips shuddering as he latched his lips onto your right nipple , his fingers squeezing and playing with your other nipple. He was slowly sucking and licking your nipple ,the tip of his tongue rolling over it before he sucked on it again , pulling it back a little and releasing it with a quiet pop just to latch onto it again.

Your quiet little moans and whimpers of his name were just making him even harder , his cock already leaking and dripping with pre cum . But a loud groan left him as your fingers tangled with the strands of hair on the back of his head , pulling and tugging on them.

"Keep doing that..", he muttered before he sucked on the other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention as he gave the previous one. This night was surely not going to end with just this.

Well , it wouldn't have ended with just this if it weren't for his friends suddenly ringing his door bell to join the smoking session — much to both yours and his dismay,

── .✦ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⭑.ᐟ @hollyoongs @ilyevxn @chuhees @sourkiki @jun2ki

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Yall sorry I keep disappearing I have commitment issues with every single app on my phone 😭😭 can’t stick to a game, a social media app, or even tumblr bro 💔🥀

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hii could you do bsf riki and reader sharing a bed, and reader wants him super bad, so she pretends to have a wet dream while theyre sharing a bed to see if he wants her back/would help her get off🫣

──── DO YOU WANT IT TOO?

── 𝒲arnings / smut , p in v , masterbaiting , fingering , unprotected (ruh roh) , mention of feeling guilt and shame

ℛ ℐ ℛ ℐ is typing . . . 💬 ꪔ̤̮ i decided to go back to my old writing style that i used to do on my old wattpad account thats still up ( good luck finding it ) but yeah don’t be afraid to request more things while i work on some stories that will be coming soon !

YOU FELT FILTHY, disgusted even, with yourself. touching yourself while sharing a bed with your best friend, pretending like you’re having a wet dream about him.

but it wasn’t pretend, was it?

your fingers were moving with purpose. slow, hesitant— a rush of guilt crawling down to your core, almost making everything feel like heaven.

but the shape of his body next to you, the steady rhythm in the way he breathed, the soft sound he made when he moved just a bit. you’d memorized that sound, filing it away in your head for later. the days he was only a memory, a lingering memory for you and your hands to remember.

tonight, he was here. not a memory.

his arm draped across his pillow. so close to your cheek you could almost pretend he was reaching for you.

you shouldn’t have been looking. shouldn’t have noticed how his t-shirt rode up a bit to reveal a small sliver of bare skin above his boxers.

you were supposed to be his best friend. not this. and yet you didn’t stop.

not until you bit down on your bottom lip to stifle a moan. a moan that sounded all too much like his name.

you hadn’t even heard the shift in his breathing. too far gone — hips tilted, your hand buried beneath the thin blanket, mouth parting around a silent gasp as you tried desperately to stay quiet. every brush of your fingers sent a wave crashing through you. raw, wrong and so stupidly good.

then the mattress moved. too deliberately to be a toss in sleep.

his voice cut through the haze, low and not nearly as groggy as it should’ve been. “are you touching yourself?”

your blood turned to ice.

frozen, fingers still pressed between your thighs. caught in the act. your heart thudding loud enough to drown out every rational thought.

you didn’t answer.

couldn’t.

he shifted behind you. getting closer. he said something, a little quieter. quiet enough that you couldn’t decipher it.

all you could do was swallow and let your eyes stare into the darkness ahead of you. you could feel his body heat now. his breath grazed your shoulder making you shiver when he leaned in a bit more.

“i-i thought you were asleep.” you whisper, voice hoarse with shame.

“i was.” he exhaled, slow and steady. “until you started moaning my name.”

shame was thick and sharp in your throat as you repeatedly tried to drag out apologies. until he stopped you.

he didn’t use words to stop you. he sat up slightly, blanket shifting with him. you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. but then you felt his fingers on your wrist. gentle. firm.

he slid your damp hand out from beneath the blanket. cheeks burning, yet he didn’t let go.

still no words.

just moving your hand. bringing it to your chest. then lower. his body was warm, tense under your touch. and hard.

your lips parted. no sound came out.

softly, he kissed the corner of your jaw, just once. “do you want me now?”

you turned to face him. eyes wide, lip trembling as you nodded.

“yes.”

he didn’t hesitate. his hands were on you in the next second. his mouth was on yours. swallowing your guilt with the kind of kiss that made the world fall away.

his hand slid under the blanket. and this time it wasn’t a sinful, shameful thing. this time it was his fingers. not yours. easing between your thighs like they belonged there.

like they knew what they were doing.

and they did.

you moaned into riki’s mouth, his fingers finding how wet you are. he groans low in his throat, the feel of you soaked knocking something loose in him.

his fingers stroked through your folds, slow and confident, every pass brushing your clit just enough to make your thighs tremble. you couldn’t stop yourself from arching towards him, breath catching when he slid one thick finger inside you.

“you’re so fucking wet.” riki mutters, his voice gone dark and reverent. “jesus.”

your hips rolled into his hand, as he pushed deeper, curling that finger just right. and then another joined it, the stretch burning sweetly, your body clenched around him like you’d been waiting for this exact moment. you whimpered, burying your face against his shoulder.

he moved faster, his fingers fucking you with deep, wet sounds the filled the silence between your gasps.

“is this what you wanted…?” he whispers to you, his voice soft despite the dirty words coming out his mouth. “me, inside you like this?”

you nodded frantically, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. “yes— god, yes—”

you rocked against him, chasing the edge, your body already so close from before that you were unraveling fast.

his thumb found your clit and circled hard and tight, and that was it—you shattered around him with a cry you couldn’t hold back, thighs squeezing his wrist as your orgasm pulsed through you like lightning.

he didn’t stop.

he slowed, but didn’t stop.

riki drew it out, kept working you through it, whispering filth and sweetness against your skin.

“fuck, that was beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. “you’re so fucking perfect.”

and then you felt it—his hardness pressing against your thigh, thick and hot and ready.

you reached down without thinking, fingers curling around the length of him through his boxers.

he hissed a breath through his teeth, hips jerking forward into your palm.

you looked up at him, your voice soft and wrecked. “I want you inside me.”

that was all it took.

he shoved the blanket down, stripping off his boxers in one swift motion. you caught your first full look at him—thick, flushed, tip already leaking. your mouth watered. but you wanted him inside now.

deep. filling. real.

he leaned over you, kissing you again—slower this time, reverent. then he settled between your thighs, one hand guiding himself to your entrance.

he paused.

“tell me if you want me to stop.”

“i don’t,” you whispered. “please. i need you, riki.”

he pushed in.

the stretch was everything. full like he was splitting you open and making you whole all at once.

your nails dug into his shoulders, your breath caught in your throat as he sank in deeper.

deeper.

until he was buried to the hilt, forehead pressed against yours.

“fuck,” he groaned. “You feel… so good.”

you whimpered his name, clenching around him, body fluttering and needy already.

he started to move.

slow at first—long, deep thrusts that dragged every inch of him against your walls.

you could feel everything. every twitch of his cock, every grind of his hips, every tremble in his arms as he held himself back.

but you didn’t want him to hold back.

“harder, riki…” you begged. “please.”

he growled something into your neck and snapped his hips forward. the pace changed instantly—rougher now, desperate.

his thrusts rocked the bed, your bodies slamming together with slick, hot sounds. each one knocking noises of pleasure low in your throat.

he grabbed your thigh and hiked it higher around his waist, changing the angle—and damn, you saw stars.

“there?” riki asked, panting.

you nodded wildly. “right there—”

he kept fucking into you, faster now, chasing his own release, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room.

“you feel so good,” he groans. “so tight. can’t believe i’ve been sleeping next to you, pretending i didn’t want this.”

you were close again. you could feel it building—tight, hot.

right at the edge.

“i’m gonna come,” you gasped.

“give it to me,” he whispered, fucking you harder. “i wanna feel you—come on, baby—”

and you did.

you came hard, clenching around him, crying out his name as the orgasm tore through you. riki followed seconds later, a broken groan in your ear as he spilled inside you.

hips jerking.

cock pulsing deep.

he collapsed on top of you, breath hot and ragged against your skin.

for a moment, there was nothing but your bodies

sweat-slicked.

tangled.

spent.

then riki’s lips brushed your cheek.

“i guess we aren’t really friends anymore…” he mutters, pulling out slowly with a hiss. the mattress dips as he lies down on it. his breath slowly falling into a more steady rhythm.

“yeah. i guess we aren’t.”

“what does that make us, then?”

you sigh, still dazed from the orgasm, but respond regardless. “what do you want us to be?”

“i… don’t know,” riki answers back. “maybe we should fuck again to find out?”

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MY BABYYYYYYYY OMG

GONNA KILL ME - NISHIMURA RIKI ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

"thanks for the heart attack, i'll never believe you ever again" ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ n.rk x reader 𖹭 sometimes extra context would help a lot, yn 𖹭.ᐟ

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he was already so exhausted, adrenaline still pumping so fast through his veins. the sweat was making his tee annoyingly cling to his skin. his body started to ache mid rehearsal already. riki just wanted to go home and rest but that feeling went straight out the door when his phone buzzed and he took it out and read your text.

YN [22: 32] i'm in the hospital...

yup, just that. no type of follow up nor explanation, no nothing. it made his heart drop and his mind rush to the worse scenarios.

the room seemed to begin spinningas he started to register his emotions. he just kept re-reading your text over and over again. hoping you'd follow up, watching the bottom of the screen, waiting for the typing bubble to show up. "what the f-" his throat has gotten drier not like it wasn't already damaged from rehearsals.

next thing he knows, he's up and running, grabbing his bag and running out the room, not even saying goodbye to his members nor staff, not even getting the second to look at their confused reactions.

not even getting out a full sentence as he's rushing to pack his stuff in his bag.

"dude, riki. relax, what's the rush?" jake asked, trying to reach for him, trying to hold him back.

riki replies and gosh, the poor man's voice is now shaky just like his hands. "i- fu- i gotta go. yn is at the hospital" once he finished flimsily packed his stuff, he reaches for his phone and tries to call you.

now jungwon stood up as well, his expression concerned. "huh? what happened to yn?"

“i don’t know, she just texted that. no details. i’m calling her. shit, shit... come on, pick up,” he muttered, phone pressed to his ear.

again, there was no answer.

that's it. he didn’t even wait to explain more. he was already halfway out the door, heart jackhammering in his chest, thoughts spiraling. Was she in an accident? Did she faint? Was it serious? Did she get rushed there in an ambulance? Why didn’t she say anything?

once he got to the hospital, he burst through, making a bug appearance as if he's forgotten he was a well-known accomplished idol. he was breathless like he ran there, flushed and dizzy.

“hello, excuse me. i’m looking for a patient, her name is yn ln. kind of short, beautiful- uh... she texted me she was here, please, I need to know where she is.”

the poor nurse blinked at him, startled and statstruck but ecided to keep it professional to keep her job. after fumbling it all out, he was directed down a room and there he goes running through halls until he finally gets to a internal medicine wing of the hospital. the name making him panic even more. what do you mean internal? was she okay? now he was the one feeling sick.

taking a deep breath before twisting the door open.

and there she was.

on a standard check up bed, sitting while swinging her feet, looking... relaxed and okay.

you were in you little cardigan and baggy jeans, your hair tucked behind one ear, phone in hand as you scrolled with a calm little pout, like you were waiting for a coffee order and not like you did not just send you boyfriend into cardiac arrest.

then you eyes flicked up and saw riki, face lit up. “hh! you’re here.”

riki took a step forward, voice strangled. “of course, i- you texted me ‘I’m at the hospital’ and that’s it?”

“yeah. i didn’t wanna over-explain.”

riki actually groaned out of frustration. chest still heaving. “do you have any idea what that did to me, yn??”

"but did i lie though?"

"oh my gosh, yeah. like that's the point here, yn" riki rolled his eyes then dragging a hand down his face. "what is this even for, babe?"

scanning you through like an MRI. "why are you here?"

“just a check-up because i’ve been feeling lightheaded a lot recently so I thought i’d do a quick blood test. nothing too big, no drama.”

“no drama?” riki echoed, heart finally starting to slow down. “baby, I thought.... i actually started thinking if you were dying.”

you gave him a little shrug. “i just wanted you to come and see me." giggling and tugging on the front of his hoodie, guiding him closer until he stood between you legs. “hey baby. i’m sorry for scaring you," voice softening now that he was closer. your fingers snuck under the hem of his shirt, tracing the sweat-cooled line of his stomach. “but i’m okay. promise.”

his hands went to rest on both side of your hips. “you better be. you almost made me cry in the taxi.”

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Hehehe 700 notes [insert freaky sonic meme]

──☆🌀 touch starved

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

A/N: Guysssss I haven’t written in so long 💔💔 but I had a thought and idk if yall will like it but HEAR ME OUTTTTTT

──WC: around 700

Thinking about touch starved Riki who is so overstimulated tonight. He’s so horny, he’s already finished once while you haven’t yet. He’s just going too fast and sloppy that he can’t keep up a rhythm.

He’s getting frustrated because poor boy can’t even go a full minute without getting so overstimulated that he needs to pause and take a break. You just feel so unbearably good wrapped around him.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who has you tangled between his legs. He’s practically sitting on one of your legs with the other thrown over his shoulder.

He’s fucking so hard into you that he needs to grip your thighs so tight just so he won’t cum in two seconds flat. He even ends up hugging the leg that’s thrown over his shoulder because he just needs to be touching you with his whole body.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who can’t even lean over you because his head keeps falling back. He ends up sitting on his heels the entire time as if you’re the one on top of him.

And whenever he does manage to lean over to be fully top of you, the second he sees your pretty face, oh he’s done for. He’s immediately cumming a second time.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who is a moaning mess because he’s just so frustrated, overstimulated and so fucking horny. He’s typically not the type to be whining like this but tonight is different. He hasn’t touched you in so long, he just can’t help it ☹️

He has his head thrown back and jaw slack, letting out the sluttiest moans you’ve ever heard from him. And if he tries to cover his mouth? It doesn’t last long before he’s clawing at your thighs again. He can’t form any words, just pretty groans and whines.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who finally puts both legs over his shoulders. Bad idea. With your legs closed a bit, now you feel even tighter around him. Before he even realizes it, he’s cumming a third time. Poor boy is practically shaking at this point. He’s breathless and tired but still so horny, he can’t take it.

You’re here reaching for his hips to try to help him out a bit. You guide him into a better rhythm that has you finally finishing around his cock. But when he feels that it’s like you’ve started a fire in him. He’s spurred on again and thrusting into you like an animal in heat.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who is on the edge of tears from how heavenly you feel cumming on his dick. He’s moaning like he’s never felt anything better in his life. He’s bit his lip so hard that it’s bleeding but he somehow doesn’t even notice from the trance he’s lost in.

The bed is squeaking uncontrollably like it’s going to break at any moment and at some point you genuinely think it might. But obviously he doesn’t notice that either. He can only think about you and your tight cunt.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who actually fucking collapses on top of you after he finishes for the last time tonight. He’s panting and shaking and too tired out to move an inch. And you have to just lay there with him practically crushing you under his body weight. He just needs to catch his breath ☹️

Thinking about touch starved Riki who finally comes to his senses and rolls off of you. Then he’s apologizing over and over again for coming so many times and not letting you do the same. You don’t care though. You’re just happy you were able to make your precious boyfriend feel so good.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who wants to treat you to the sweetest softest aftercare but he physically cannot fucking move. So instead you happily fetch a damp towel to wipe the sweat and juices off his spent body, leaving soft kisses on every inch of his skin that you clean. ❤️

A/N: sorry this was so rushed I just wanted to write it before I forgot it. Anyways enjoy me posting after almost a year of inactivity

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Reading through my old posts is making me realize I’m not even that good at writing anymore 🫩 cuz why were all my old posts lowkey better than my new ones hello?

──☆💋 to my valentine,

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: fwb!Riki x afab!reader

──Genre: fluff, highly suggestive

──Synopsis: You weren’t expecting anything for Valentine’s Day but your friend with benefits, Riki, wanted to prove you wrong

──Warnings: fwb, eventual relationship, y/n is a VDay hater, kissing, making out, hickeys, biting, skinship, highly suggestive, proofread!!

──WC: 1.6k

──A/N: this is late but it’s whatever. I tried finishing this yesterday but I fell asleep lol

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Today was February 14th. Valentine’s Day. The day where couples got all cheesy, giving gifts and posting about their super perfect relationships.

You hated it. It was like a punch to the gut. Rubbing it into your face that everyone else was in a relationship besides you. So on this day, every year, you sat in your room with a tub of ice cream, watching tv to drown your sorrows.

You weren’t expecting anything since all of your friends were busy either with their partners or hosting galentines get-togethers. None of which you wanted to go to.

Sure, Valentine’s Day wasn’t just about relationships but the fact that it was everyone’s main focus made you feel extremely lonely. You just wanted someone special to spend time with on a day like today.

You were already watching your third drama of the day when a knock came from your apartment door. Your ears perked up and you quickly paused your show. You wondered who it could be since all of your friends seemed busy today.

Peering out of the peep hole of your door, you saw only somebody’s neck and the collar of their shirt. Whoever was outside was tall. You stood back and cracked the door open. There you saw your friend, Riki. Well… you were a little more than friends but not quite… it’s complicated.

“Oh Riki, what are you doing here?” You asked, opening the door wider.

He stood there, anxiously chewing on his lip. He was clearly hiding something behind his back. “I came to give you something since it’s Valentine’s Day.”

You tilted your head at his words, confused why he would be giving you something on this specific day.

Then he slowly and carefully brought a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back. It was a beautiful assortment of red roses and small delicate white flowers. In the other hand he held a small box. “I got you these.” He mumbled shyly.

You quickly looked up at him with wide eyes filled with surprise. “These are for me?” He nodded and extended his arms toward you, wanting you to take the gifts. You took the pretty bouquet from his hands and moved your attention onto the small black box. “What’s in the box?”

“Open it” I said, nodding his head.

With flowers in one arm, you used your other hand to carefully open the small box. Inside were two silver bracelets, both with a half heart charm.

Riki reached into the box, taking out one of the bracelets. “Give me your arm” he instructed, opening the bracelet and putting it around your wrist when you extended it toward him. You smiled as his fingers grazed the skin of your wrist, carefully closing the clasp of the jewelry. Then he quickly placed the matching bracelet on his own wrist and held it up to show you.

“See. Now we match.” He smiled, holding his wrist up to yours until the magnets connected, creating a full heart.

“Riki, I love them.” You said with a pout.

His eyes flickered down to your lips.

“I’m glad. I was worried you would get mad since you don’t like Valentine’s Day” he explained, scratching the back of his neck.

“Of course I’m not mad if they’re from you.” You said with a soft chuckle that made his heart skip a few beats. “Come inside.” You moved to the side, motioning for him to enter your apartment. He stepped inside, slipping his shoes off at the door while you ran off to find a vase to display the flowers in.

Riki followed you into the kitchen with a gentle smile. “I uh… actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

You quickly stopped what you were doing to turn toward him, giving him your full attention. “What is it?”

He swallowed nervously before speaking. “Well I wanted to tell you how I’ve been feeling recently. It’s hard to explain but…” he mumbled, not completely sure how to express his emotions. “I don’t think we should be friends anymore”

“W-what?” Your smile dropped and you felt your heart begin to shatter.

“There are two ways to go about this and neither of them end in us being friends…” he said, biting his bottom lip.

Your heart sank further and further with each word he spoke. Why would he be breaking things off after giving you flowers and matching bracelets? “Riki… what are you saying?” You asked nervously.

“Y/n… ‘friends with benefits’ just isn’t working for me.” He admitted, shuffling his feet in anxiety.

“I’m sorry Riki. If I took it too far, I really didn’t mean to. We can go back to being just friends. I-“ you ranted on before he cut you off.

“I want to be with you.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. You just stared at him in pure shock while he stared at the floor, unable to look at you.

“I want to be together.” He repeated, finally lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“You… you mean you want to be in a relationship?” You asked, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion. You hadn’t expected him to want to take your… ‘situationship’ any further.

He nodded shyly, stepping toward you slowly and giving you a pleading expression that made you melt. “Please… can I be your boyfriend?”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his words. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He really wanted to be your boyfriend? He was so hot, he could go out and pick up any girl in the world but he wanted you? You searched his eyes for any sign that he was joking but you only found sincerity and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Riki… I-“ you stuttered. You weren’t sure how to respond but your heart definitely knew the right answer.

You caught the way his eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second before coming back up to look you in the eyes. You also noticed the way he licked his lips before whispering a soft “please” one more time.

Your self control snapped and you quickly attached your lips to his in a sweet soft kiss. The kiss was short but meaningful. When you pulled away, he looked down at you with half lidded eyes, already melting from your touch. “So… you’ll be my valentine? And… let me be your boyfriend?”

You nodded “yes to both of those” you said with a grin. Your words made his cheeks flush and a soft smile spread across his face. And then you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips back onto his, this time in a longer, deeper kiss. He reciprocated, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling your body toward his.

“Thank you Riki” you whispered over and over again between kisses. It was sweet and gentle…

Until it wasn’t.

Riki let out a satisfactory moan, just proving how much he truly wanted this. Now spurred on, you smiled into the kiss, hands finding their way to rake through his soft hair.

The air around the two of you was already becoming thick and heavy. Your bodies were beginning to heat up and your breathing became fast and labored. Upon feeling your hands in his hair, Riki’s hands came to grip your hips harshly. His kisses became aggressive and hungry rather than tender and careful.

The tall black haired boy bit down on your lower lip, forcing your mouth to open enough for him to slip his tongue inside. His pants seemed to tighten at the way you let out a surprised yelp.

With his hands still on your hips, he pulled you closer until your bodies were flush against each other. He pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. Looking down, he could see the way your tits pressed up against his chest from how close you were.

When he smashed his lips back onto yours, he started getting handsy. He would slide his hands down slowly to feel your backside before bringing them back up to your waist as if he hadn’t done anything. Then, he got bold. He squeezed your ass, making your back arch slightly, pressing your body onto his even more. He groaned hungrily, beginning to kneed your ass in his hands.

You pulled away from the kiss, leaving him pouting. It wasn’t for long though because you quickly dragged him to a nearby couch in the living room and pushed him backwards, forcing him to sit down. You climbed onto his lap, straddling him before starting to trail open mouth kissed from his jawline to his neck.

He groaned at the feeling of your lips on his neck. Hickeys began to form where you were sucking on his skin. Mark after mark, his chest swelled with pride. Riki was so proud to finally be yours (and to be able to show it off.) Before, when you two were just friends with benefits, you wouldn’t leave marks on him or let him leave marks on you. But now… his neck was already covered in dark purple splotches. He was sure to be questioned by all of his friends tomorrow.

Feeling more confident, he put his hands on your hips, guiding them to rock back and forth against his own.

“Even though we’re not friends anymore, do I still get those benefits?”

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strawberrynull · 25 days ago

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I just remembered i wrote this last year and omg i love jay i need to write for him more 💔

──⯎ ˙☕ ̟ chamomile tea

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Park Jongseong

──Pairing: jay x afab!reader

──Genre: fluff, angst if you squint

──Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Jay, takes care of you when you suddenly come down with a fever. He will do anything to make sure you're not miserable throughout your sickness

──Warnings: cursing, established relationship, illness

──A/N: I have so many drafts that are like half finished lmao

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"If you're going to stand at my door, you might as well come in." You hear Jay chuckle from inside his room. You had been peering through his slightly open door debating whether or not you wanted to bother him to let him know you didn't feel well. He was on his computer working so you really didn't want to distract him.

You hesitantly opened the door the rest of the way, hobbling inside while staying wrapped up in your big fluffy blanket. He raised an eyebrow seeing as how you were supposed to be at work today.

"Aren't you supposed to be off to work in 10 minutes?" He questioned, crossing his arms.

"I'm not going today." you mumbled in a saddened tone, bringing the blanket up to hide most of your face.

"Why not? Is something the matter?" Jay sat up in his chair like he had just heard terrible news.

"I don't feel very well, Jay." you explained, stumbling over your own feet slightly. Jay was quick to rise from his chair. He hurried over to you, taking hold of your hands to stabilize you. "M' sorry Jay."

"Don't be sorry baby. Let's get you back into bed, yeah?" You smile and nod as Jay holds you by the waist, leading you back to your own bedroom. The warmth and calmness of his touch is soothing. He sits you gently on your bed, letting you lay down so he can wrap you in the blankets. Then he strides over to the window to let fresh air into your room, leaving the blinds shut to keep the room dark so you can rest. "Tell me how you feel."

You explained to him that your throat hurts along with having a runny nose and itchy eyes. He sighed, walking away to grab a thermometer to take your temperature.

"You don't have a fever so it's probably just a sinus infection." He runs his finger through your hair, smiling at you lovingly. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well. What do you want me to do for you?"

"You don't have to do anything. I know you're busy and-"

"What kind of soup would you like?" He asks, interrupting your sentence.

"Jay! Don't start cooking. You have work to do!" You pout. Your concern for your boyfriend despite your condition makes him chuckle. (also makes his stomach fill with butterflies.)

"Baby, don't even worry about me. You're my priority today." A hand comes up to swipe the hair away from your face before Jay leans down to kiss your forehead. "Now tell me what kind of soup you want, pretty."

Reluctantly, you sigh. "Chicken noodle soup, please."

"Coming right up!" He says playfully, standing like a butler. His actions immediately make you giggle. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he watches you laugh. The sound of his footsteps fade as he walks out of the room and into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

You lay in your bed, curled up beneath the plush comforter. You watch out the small crack between the curtains as the puffy clouds pass by, reminding you how you could be on your way to work right now. Instead you're here cooped up in your room. Now, even Jay is stuck in the house to tend to your sudden illness.

He returns with a bowl in his hand and a tray tucked under his arm. (He would make such a great husband.) He places the tray on your lap, setting down the bowl so you can eat.

"I have one more thing for you. Give me a second." Jay says, darting out of the room once more and coming back with a steaming cup of chamomile tea. "Here. This will help with your sore throat. It has honey in it; just how you like it."

You grin, taking the warm glass from his hands and breathing in the teas' aroma. He made it perfectly. It was exactly how you always made your tea. "Thank you, Jay. You should go work now tho-"

"Tissues and eye drops are on your nightstand."

"Jay! Go work!" You pointed out the door sternly. "I'll call you if I need anything, yeah?" You say in a softer tone. Jay leans down and cups your cheeks, kissing you gently before leaving the room.

"Feel better soon, baby."

You smile to yourself as you sip the warm chamomile tea.

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Hey guys 100 notes already is crazy also I just realized i forgot to answer what the ask said in the beginning THANK YOU QUEEN I APPRECIATE U MWAH

hiiii and hey ur fics are so good and you’re so cool like ur layout and everything but can u write about ni-ki getting turned on when u get mad at him

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: Nishimura Riki x afab!reader

──Genre: angst maybe??? Idk if fighting is angst 💔🥀 highly suggestive (mdni)

──Warnings: suggestive mdni, yelling, cursing, lack of communication, not proofread

──A/N: y’all I planned on writing a lot over summer and then my motivation went poof so I apologize 🙏 I have so many requests rn so I’m tryna get to them all before I go on my trip. Ik I have a lot of requests already butttttt y’all send me more I need the motivation 💔🥀

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“Can you quit standing there like I don’t realize something is bothering you?” You finally snap.

Riki had come home late from practice and hadn’t said anything since. You had been waiting for him in the living room just watching a show to pass the time. As soon as he came home, you has asked him why he was home late but there was no response. He went straight to the kitchen and leaned his hands on the countertop. You continued to pester him about what was wrong but he stayed silent. Eventually you gave up and went back to the couch. But you didn’t go back to your show, you just stared at him, hoping that if you stared long enough, he would finally talk. But he didn’t. He never did. He never wanted to talk about his feelings. It was like talking to a brick wall with him.

“Are you going to ignore me or actually talk to me for once?” You asked again, raising your voice slightly. You didn’t want to yell at him but it was frustrating when he would shut down like this.

“I don’t know… it’s like the same as usual, ya know…” he mumbled

“No I don’t know! I can’t read your fucking mind Say what you mean for once.” You yelled. You usually didn’t yell at him but today you just couldn’t put up with him. The way he never opened up wasn’t sitting right with you tonight. It hurt you when he refused to talk about his feelings but it almost felt like he didn’t care. He didn’t try to open up even when you asked him to. It was like talking about his feelings was a whole foreign language to him. It never frustrated you at first; he promised a long time ago that he would try to talk to you about how he felt more. He never kept his promise though. He was always in his shell and no matter how hard you had tried to crack it, it was impossible.

“I dunno… I’m just…” he mumbled again and you could barely hear him.

“Speak up, for Christ sake.” You sighed, standing from the couch and walking up to the counter where Riki stood.

“Listen,” he started, turning to face you. “Can we not do this tonight. I’m really tired-“

“No!” You cut him off. “Because that’s always your answer! You’re always either telling me you’re tired or that we will talk about it later but we never ever talk about it later.” You rant on and on, finally laying out how you really feel. How you feel every single time he puts up his walls and refuses to talk.

“I’m sorry. It’s just hard to talk about it…” he whispers, and you can almost hear a hint of vulnerability in his tone.

“You’re pushing me away.” You state plainly.

“N-no I’m not trying to-“ you cut him off again.

“Do you even care how that makes me feel? I feel like you don’t trust me. Do you not trust your own girlfriend enough to talk to her?” Now you’re just spiting venom at this point. Not trying to fix things. Not trying to make a point. Just trying to test if he even cares.

Truth is, you don’t feel like he cares anymore. For a long time now you’ve felt like he doesn’t care enough about you to tell you what goes on in his life. Deep down, you know it’s not true at all, or you hope it’s not true. But he really makes it hard to depend on your love for each other. You often wonder if he really trusts you or not. Every time he locks away his feelings like this, it shatters that hope that he trusts you.

It’s almost like you don’t even know him anymore.

“Yes, i care and yes, i trust you. I just… never know what to say…’ he hangs his head like he’s guilty. And a part of you believes that he truly is guilty of the way he acts. But the other part of you is pure frustration, which right now, is overpowering all other rational thoughts.

“You could maybe say fucking anything! That would at least be better than feeling ignored.” You throw your hands up dramatically, trying to physically express your dislike for his actions.

“I’m not good at talking. You know this.” He says, trying to reason with you, but you still aren’t having it.

You slam your palms on the cold countertop, causing Riki to flinch. “That’s not a fucking excuse!” You yell, fed up and infuriated. “We’ve been over this time and time again. You dont have to be ‘good’ at talking. I just want you to fucking. Try!” You smack the table on each syllable of the last two words.

You’re breathing heavy and your face is hot with frustration. Riki just stares at you with wide eyes from the shock of you raising your voice. For a few moments he just stands there. You both do. Nothing is said for what feels like an hour.

Then Riki speaks up. It’s nothing but a small whisper but you still catch it. “You know… it’s kinda hot when you yell at me.” You can almost comically feel a vein pop in your forehead.

“What?” You ask, putting emphasis on the t.

“I said, it’s kinda hot when you-“

“I heard what you fucking said! Are you seriously joking around in a situation like this? You’re not taking this serious at all!” You point a finger at him accusingly.

Riki lets out a soft laugh that irks you even further. “Baby, of course I’m taking this serious. It’s just kinda hard to when my girlfriend is this hot even while scolding me.” He steps closer to you and puts his hands on your waist. It’s a dangerous move for the situation at hand but it seems he couldn’t care less.

“Do you think you’re funny, Nishimura?” You ask in a warning whisper, jaw clenched.

“Absolutely” he responds immediately with a small smirk plastered on his smug face. “But please feel free to continue your yelling. It’s kinda making me hard” He whispers the last part, half joking and half serious.

“Fuck off” you groan, rolling your eyes and shoving him off of you. You try to turn to leave but he quickly spins you around again, putting his hands back on your waist. “Stop, Riki! I’m not playing your games.” Your voice raises and so does his smirk. You quickly shove him away again but he pulls you back just as quick. You glare at him like you’re about to kill him but he doesn’t give a fuck. Riki’s hands grip your hips harder and he pulls you flush against him. Suddenly the air is heavy and his hands seem to ignite fire wherever he touches you. He inches closer until you can feel his breath mingling with your own.

Before you can even realize it, his lips are on yours, slow and deliberate.

“Shh I don’t wanna play games. I wanna kiss you.” He whispered against your lips. You could feel him smirk against your lips and it was infuriating but you couldn’t deny how hot it was as well.

“Shut up” you growled into the kiss. Your hands had managed to snake around his neck, deepening the kiss to which his smirk only grew. His cockiness was pissing you off and turning you on at the same time. Your fingers threaded though his hair as you pulled him impossibly closer. He moaned softly into the kiss, proving how much he wanted you right now.

What Riki had expected to just be one kiss had turned into a full makeout session. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you close as if he might lose you.

After a while, he pulls away, panting heavily. His eyes are half lidded and tainted with desire. Then you see his expression soften for. Only a moment before he speaks.

“I’ve been stressed out” he whispers, lips parted and breathing heavily. Before you can even reply, he crashes his lips back onto yours.

It takes you a moment to process what he said but when you do you’re quick to break the kiss, pulling away enough to speak. “W-what?” You ask, but it isn’t log before Riki is leaning in dangerously close again, already missing your kisses.

“Work” he whispers quickly before kissing you. “I’ve been stressed about it because” kiss “there’s so much to do” kiss “its so tiring” kiss

Just this small action makes you chuckle. You visibly relax against him and find yourself melting into the kiss. His lips taste like honey and sincerity. Now the kiss was no longer rushed and demanding but sweet and slow. The wall he had built earlier had crumbled and disappeared. His trust in you had returned and you could feel it in the way he kissed you. You smiled against his lips before pulling away again.

“Thank you for telling me, for opening up” you said softly, relaxing into his embrace. He smiled at you and you could almost see the softness in his eyes before it was clouded again and his sweet smile turned back into that cocky smirk.

“Yeah yeah sure can we finish this later though? For real this time. I’m like really fucking hard” he whispered the last part into the shell of your ear, a low and almost desperate sound that made you shiver.

You glared at him once again but your eyes held no venom behind them. It was because, this time, his words sounded sincere. He wasn’t trying to dismiss you for once. He often asked to put the conversation off until later but this felt different. It was like he truly wanted to talk about it later. Finally, it felt like he was opening up to you and you believed in him this time. You sighed one more time before whispering.

“Fine”

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strawberrynull · 25 days ago

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hiiii and hey ur fics are so good and you’re so cool like ur layout and everything but can u write about ni-ki getting turned on when u get mad at him

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: Nishimura Riki x afab!reader

──Genre: angst maybe??? Idk if fighting is angst 💔🥀 highly suggestive (mdni)

──Warnings: suggestive mdni, yelling, cursing, lack of communication, not proofread

Masterlist

“Can you quit standing there like I don’t realize something is bothering you?” You finally snap.

“I don’t know… it’s like the same as usual, ya know…” he mumbled

“I dunno… I’m just…” he mumbled again and you could barely hear him.

“Speak up, for Christ sake.” You sighed, standing from the couch and walking up to the counter where Riki stood.

“Listen,” he started, turning to face you. “Can we not do this tonight. I’m really tired-“

“I’m sorry. It’s just hard to talk about it…” he whispers, and you can almost hear a hint of vulnerability in his tone.

“You’re pushing me away.” You state plainly.

“N-no I’m not trying to-“ you cut him off again.

It’s almost like you don’t even know him anymore.

“You could maybe say fucking anything! That would at least be better than feeling ignored.” You throw your hands up dramatically, trying to physically express your dislike for his actions.

“I’m not good at talking. You know this.” He says, trying to reason with you, but you still aren’t having it.

Then Riki speaks up. It’s nothing but a small whisper but you still catch it. “You know… it’s kinda hot when you yell at me.” You can almost comically feel a vein pop in your forehead.

“What?” You ask, putting emphasis on the t.

“I said, it’s kinda hot when you-“

“I heard what you fucking said! Are you seriously joking around in a situation like this? You’re not taking this serious at all!” You point a finger at him accusingly.

“Do you think you’re funny, Nishimura?” You ask in a warning whisper, jaw clenched.

Before you can even realize it, his lips are on yours, slow and deliberate.

What Riki had expected to just be one kiss had turned into a full makeout session. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you close as if he might lose you.

After a while, he pulls away, panting heavily. His eyes are half lidded and tainted with desire. Then you see his expression soften for. Only a moment before he speaks.

“I’ve been stressed out” he whispers, lips parted and breathing heavily. Before you can even reply, he crashes his lips back onto yours.

“Work” he whispers quickly before kissing you. “I’ve been stressed about it because” kiss “there’s so much to do” kiss “its so tiring” kiss

“Fine”

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strawberrynull · 26 days ago

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I’m literally dying over this. Fic of all time

soft ink - nishimura riki 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

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“In which Ni-ki goes to get his first tattoo, not expecting to fall for the pretty, soft girl who turns out being his tattoo artist”

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fem! reader x ni-ki, fluff fluff fluff, short drabble, reader has tattoos, ni-ki is down bad

notes: in honor of riki (probably) having a tattoo, this came to my mind, kind of based in real life from when i got my first tattoo in the cutest studio ever

hate comments will be deleted and blocked, likes and reblogs are appreciated !!

The bell above the door chimed softly as Ni-ki stepped into the studio, the cool air brushing against his skin after the heat outside. He took a look around, black walls, neon signs, the faint buzzing of a tattoo machine coming from the back. It was what he expected: edgy, dark, kind of intimidating.

You looked up from behind the desk, ipad in hand, glossy lips parted in surprise like you hadn’t even noticed the door open. Your sweater was pale pink, oversized at the sleeves and cropped at the waist, showing a bit of soft skin above your white washed jeans. Your nails were perfectly done, glittery and shaped into gentle almonds. And your hair, half-up with a satin pink ribbon, looked so delicate and stylist.

Ni-ki blinked.

“Oh, hi,” you said sweetly, smiling a little as you set the ipad down. “Are you… Ni-ki?”

He cleared his throat.

“Yeah. That’s me.”

You stood, brushing invisible lint off your lap as you stepped towards him, radiating warmth and softness, Ni-ki smelled the soft vanilla scent coming out off you. Definitely not what he’d pictured when he booked the appointment. In your hands, small, tiny, fine lined tattoos. A little moon, a little heart, a couple of daisies that trailed up your wrist. You had tiny gold hoops in your ears, and a rose gold charm bracelet that jingled softly as you moved.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N, i’m gonna be doing your tattoo today,” you said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Your voice was delicate, kind of shy, but confident in a quiet way. “You want to come back and get settled?”

Ni-ki nodded slowly, still processing.

“Wait—you’re the artist?”

You giggled, a sound so light and pretty it made his ears burn.

“Mhm. Surprised?”

He followed you down the hallway like he was hypnotized.

“A little, yeah. You don’t look like…”

“Like a tattoo artist?” You smiled back at him over your shoulder, biting back a grin. “I get that a lot.”

“No—I mean—” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing under his breath. “You’re just… not what I pictured.”

You didn’t answer, but the corners of your lips curled up in a way that made his stomach twist.

The room you led him into was cozy. Warm lighting, soft instrumental music playing faintly, a little pink lamp glowing in the corner. There was a shelf with Sanrio figurines and a candle that smelled like marshmallows. Even the tattooing chair was pink, you had a picture with who looked like your puppy on the shelve on a white frame. It felt like a sleepover, not a place to get ink stabbed into your skin.

“Okay,” you said softly, tapping on your ipad. “Oh wow, you chose a very big design, brave boy.” you smiled a bit teasing, and he chuckled.

He sat down carefully, his eyes still bouncing around the room like he couldn’t quite believe where he was.

“I don’t feel like i’m in a tattoo studio at all” he muttered, half-joking.

You laughed again, that soft, silvery sound that made his chest ache a little.

“Well, the needles are real,” you said sweetly, pulling on your gloves with a quiet snap. “So try not to pass out, tough guy.”

Ni-ki smirked.

“You calling me soft?”

You tilted your head, biting your lip like you were holding back a smile.

“No. Just saying I’ve seen guys twice your size faint at the first line.”

That made his pulse quicken.

You stepped closer, eyes skimming his side.

“You said ribs, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, lifting his hoodie slowly, exposing smooth, tan skin and lean muscle. His abs flexed slightly under the low light. He didn’t mean to show off, but it was hard not to when your gaze dropped to his waist.

You blinked, clearing your throat quickly.

“Alright, I’m gonna clean the area first,” you said softly, reaching for a cloth soaked in disinfectant. “Let me know if anything feels uncomfy, okay?”

Ni-ki nodded, suddenly quiet again. And then your hands were on him, your touch was very gentle, soft and feather-light, almost like if you were scared to hurt him or touch him more than necessary. You wiped across his ribs with slow, practiced movements, fingers brushing his skin.

He had to force himself to breathe.

“So… is this your first tattoo?” you asked, your voice light and casual, trying not to notice the way he tensed under your touch.

“Yeah,” he muttered, eyes fixed somewhere near your wrist. “Didn’t think it’d start like this.”

“Like what?”

“With you.” He looked at you then. “Didn’t expect the girl stabbing me with needles to be this pretty.”

Your cheeks went warm, but you kept your expression soft, lashes lowering as you smiled, cleaning the skin of his torso.

“Don’t flirt.”

Ni-ki smirked, but his pulse was going crazy now.

You moved closer, fingers now dabbing the stencil gently along his ribs. You were focused, precise, but your touch was still so soft it made his breath stutter. Then you leaned in, blowing gently across the ink to help it set, and the sudden breeze against his skin made his abs twitch.

“You’re already flinching and i haven’t even started,” you murmured with a teasing lilt, not looking up.

You stayed focused, swiping gently at his ribs with a cloth, adjusting the angle just a little, brushing hair out of your face with the back of your hand. Ni-ki smiled, it was starting to hit him that this wasn’t just a regular tattoo appointment.

“Okay” you breathed, moving back a little bit to prep the needle “Here’s the needle, new and clean” you opened the package in front of him, just protocole, and his eyes were fixated on your face.

You snapped the cartridge into place with a soft click, your gloved fingers moving smoothly, practiced. Everything you did was quiet, even the way you peeled off the sterile seal and adjusted your stool again beside him.

Ni-ki hadn’t said a word, but you could feel his stare like heat against your skin.

“You ready?” you asked softly, glancing up at him under your lashes.

His throat bobbed as he nodded.

“Okay,” you breathed, switching the machine on. The soft hum filled the room, vibrating low between you. “I’m gonna start with the outline. It’s not that bad. Just don’t hold your breath, alright?”

You leaned in.

His whole body tensed, but not from fear. From you. From your voice that felt like silk, from the way your perfume was soft and sweet and surrounded him until it was suffocating, from the look in your eyes as you focused so carefully on him.

And then the needle touched his skin.

A sharp sting, fast and thin, dragged carefully along his ribs. His jaw tightened, muscles flexing under your hand but you didn’t pause.

“Breathe,” you reminded gently, the corners of your mouth lifting just slightly. “You’re doing great.”

He exhaled, finally, the tension in his chest deflating just a little.

You worked in slow, steady strokes, one hand holding the skin taut, the other guiding the needle with precision. Every now and then you dabbed at the line with a soft cloth, and each time your hand skimmed his waist, it left goosebumps in its wake.

Ni-ki bit the inside of his cheek.

He could handle the pain. He wasn’t worried about that. What he couldn’t handle was the way you touched him. The way your voice dipped softer every time he flinched, how you leaned in so close he could feel your breath when you checked your work.

“How’s that?” you murmured, glancing up again, a soft smile on your lips and your nose slightly scrunched, he though you looked adorable, “Too much?”

He shook his head, voice low and a bit shaky.

“No. It’s… good.”

“Perfect.” your smile was warm as you kept going, but his eyes kept drifting to your shoulder, where the wide neckline of your sweater had started to fall, baring smooth skin and the delicate strap of your bralette. You weren’t trying to be sexy, or anything at all, but the sight still made his breath hitch.

You were glowing under the soft pink lamp, lashes spreading shadows on your cheeks, hair tucked loosely behind your ears. You looked like you belonged in a pastel dreamscape, not hovering over him with a needle in your hand.

“How’s it looking?” you asked, still focused on the lines as your hand gently wiped his skin clean again.

“Beautiful,” he answered, not even realizing what he’d said until your eyes flicked up to meet his.

You blushed again, but your hands kept being steady on his skin. You kept working, trying not to get too shy with his heavy gaze over you.

The buzzing continued in the background, steady and low, but the atmosphere had shifted, warmer now. Your hand still moved carefully along his ribs, but your voice had softened, and his had too.

“So, what do you like to do usually, on your free time?” you asked, wiping the zone before starting again.

Ni-ki blinked like he hadn’t expected the question. Your tone was so gentle, almost like you were trying not to break whatever invisible thread had formed between you.

He cleared his throat softly.

“Mm… I’m kind of a homebody,” he said. “I watch a lot of movies. Sometimes I’ll just sit in my room messing with music stuff, i dance a lot too.”

You smiled as you dabbed at the ink again, your movements slow and careful.

“I could see that,” you murmured.

“See what?” he asked, glancing at you.

“That you’re a dancer,” you said softly, still focused on his skin. “You move like someone who knows his body.”

Ni-ki blinked, a little stunned by the way you said it, to him, it wasn’t just a compliment, but an observation that made his chest feel warm.

“…You’re kind of poetic,” he said, voice a little quieter now.

You laughed under your breath.

“I’m what some people would call “too dreamy, my friends tease me about it all the time.”

Ni-ki smiled at your words, something soft flickering behind his eyes.

“I can see that,” he said, voice low. “You kind of… feel like a dream.”

You blinked, caught off guard, a small laugh slipping from your lips as you reached for a clean wipe.

“I’ll start with the filling now, might hurt a bit more”

Ni-ki nodded, but the way he looked at you made it feel like he hadn’t even heard the warning.

He was still thinking about your laugh.

Still thinking about the way you said “too dreamy” like it was something to be ashamed of, when he’d never heard anything more perfect. You adjusted slightly, gloved hand bracing against the side of his torso again, and your other hand guided the buzzing machine back to his skin.

“This’ll feel deeper,” you murmured, more serious now, eyes flicking up to meet his. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Okay,” he said softly, but it came out closer to a whisper.

Then the needle touched down again, slower now, more pressure, and he felt it sink in differently. The pain was sharper, warmer, blooming right beneath your gentle touch. You felt him hiss through his teeth and flinch abit.

“Breathe,” you reminded him again, glancing up with a soft smile. “Nice and easy.”

He tried. But your voice was way more effective than any deep breath.

The hum of the machine was steady, your movements fluid and focused. But even in your concentration, he noticed how your bottom lip curled slightly when you were deep in thought. How you kept adjusting the angle of your wrist so you wouldn’t press too hard against him. Every tiny detail about you felt overwhelming.

“You okay?” you asked softly after a few minutes.

He nodded, exhaling a bit shakily.

“Y-Yeah.”

Ni-ki smiled, jaw tightening as another sting hit, but he didn’t even care anymore. The pain was background noise now, everything in him was focused on the way you touched him, talked to him, made the room feel like it had shrunk into just the two of you.

“You’re really good at this,” he said.

You blinked, fingers pausing just briefly.

“tattooing?”

He looked at you again, eyes softer now.

“No. This, all of this.”

After a couple of hours, the buzzing finally stopped.

You leaned back slowly, stretching your shoulders with a soft sigh, fingers brushing his side one last time as you wiped away the excess ink. The room had gone quiet again, quiet that hums after something intimate. The glow of the pink lamp wrapped around you both like a curtain.

“Okay,” you said, breathless but proud, pulling your gloves off with a snap. “You survived.”

Ni-ki blinked, still a little dazed. His ribs ached and his body felt heavy, but he wasn’t thinking about the tattoo.

He was thinking about you.

You smiled gently, standing up and gesturing toward the mirror across the room.

“Go take a look,” you said. “Tell me if you like it.”

He stood slowly, running a hand through his hair, and padded over to the mirror, still shirtless, the air cool against his skin, the fresh ink burning in the best way.

His eyes found the reflection.

It was beautiful.

Bold but clean, intricate lines and soft shading. He traced his eyes over the curves of it, appreciating the way it fit his frame perfectly. But only for a second. Because the next thing he did was look behind him in the mirror, at you.

You were still over by your station, carefully wrapping up supplies, your expression relaxed now, your mouth tucked into a soft smile like you were happy with what you’d made, not even realising the effect you were having on him.

He turned back around, crossing the room again.

“Well?” you asked, lifting your eyes to meet his.

He paused in front of you, eyes flicking from your face to your lips and back again.

“I love it,” he said honestly. “Thank you.”

You smiled proudly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you picked up a pink memo card from the little ceramic tray beside you. With neat handwriting, you started writing out the aftercare instructions while he watched you quietly, still not quite over the fact that you were real.

“No tight clothes around the area for the next few days,” you said softly, scribbling the last line. “And keep it clean. Gently wash it, pat dry, no rubbing, no sunlight, and definitely no swimming.”

He nodded, lips tugging into a faint smile as he watched the way your brows furrowed a little in focus. You were back in “professional mode,” but your voice was still soft. Still dreamy.

“Use this ointment twice a day,” you added, placing a small packet next to the card. “And don’t pick at it when it starts to peel, no matter how itchy it gets.”

“You’re really sweet.”

Your eyes softened again. And for a second, neither of you said anything. Just the hum of the room. The faint smell of marshmallow-scented candle smoke. The way he was looking at you like the tattoo was just an excuse to be near you this whole time.

You cleared your throat lightly, sliding the pink card towards him on the counter.

“There you go. All the info’s there.”

His fingers brushed yours as he picked it up.

He looked down at the card. Then back up at you.

“…Is your number on here?” he asked, tone innocent, but his smile wasn’t.

You blinked, caught a little off guard, lips parting slightly.

“Mmm… no.”

Ni-ki tilted his head.

“Can it be?”

The question hung in the air, bold and warm and filled with butterflies. You smiled slowly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear again as you reached for a pen.

“Turn it over,” you whispered.

He obeyed, and your handwriting followed, digits carefully written with a tiny heart next to your name. You slid it back to him and met his eyes, pulse thrumming.

“Don’t text me dumb questions,” you warned, teasing.

“I won’t,” he said, slipping the card into his pocket. “I’ll text you to say I miss your touch.”

You blinked, your breath shaking just slightly, but you didn’t look away. Ni-ki said goodbye, he left happily with a new tattoo but something better, he just met the cutest, prettiest girl ever, and he had to make you his.

That’s why later that night, when you were lying in bed, fresh out of the shower with your hair still damp, scrolling aimlessly, you smiled when you saw the message pop up from an unknown number.

[Unknown Number]:

hey… i didn’t get a rash yet so i think that means you’re good at your job 😅

You smiled instantly, sinking deeper under your covers.

You:

glad to hear you’re not dying

Three dots appeared right away. He was already typing.

Ni-ki:

lowkey tho

is it normal to miss your tattoo artist?? asking for a friend

You giggled, hiding your face in your pillow.

You:

depends

did the artist tease you the whole time or was that just me?

Ni-ki:

definitely just you

but like… i didn’t hate it

You could practically hear his voice through the screen, shy but trying, his boyish charm bleeding through every message.

You:

tell your friend that it’s not weird

especially if the artist kinda misses him too

he didn’t respond for like five whole minutes.

Ni-ki:

don’t say that

i’m already smiling like an idiot

You covered your mouth, blushing way too hard for someone who spent the entire day being professional and calm.

You:

just being honest…

Ni-ki:

can i be honest too?

You:

yeah

Ni-ki:

i haven’t stopped thinking about your voice

and your hands

and your cute little marshmallow-scented studio

you’re kinda stuck in my head now

Your heart did something dramatic. Like actually tripped over itself. Your cheeks burned, fingers hovering above the keyboard for longer than they should have.

You:

that’s not fair

you’re making it hard to focus on anything else tonight

Ni-ki:

oh no

am i distracting the dreamy tattoo artist?

You laughed quietly to yourself, pillow hugged to your chest.

You:

a little bit

but it’s okay

i kinda like it

Three dots.

Ni-ki:

you looked so pretty today

you know that?

You froze, smile tugging at your lips before you could stop it.

You:

you didn’t even look at the tattoo first

Ni-ki:

yeah

but i looked at you the whole time

You buried your face in the pillow, fingers gripping the edge of the blanket as you kicked your feet once, hard.

You:

stop

you’re gonna make me blush again

Ni-ki:

good

i think you’re really cute when you blush

You covered your face with your phone for a second, then peeked at the screen like it was too much.

Then another message came.

Ni-ki:

can i see you again?

You blinked, heart leaping straight into your throat.

You:

yeah

i’d like that

Ni-ki:

soon?

You:

soon :)

And just like that, the whole night felt warmer.

You tucked your phone against your chest, smile slow and quiet as you whispered into the dark:

“He’s so cute.”

A few months later…

Jake’s apartment was very loud. The music was playing from a Bluetooth speaker that had been dropped twice already, and it smelled vaguely like takeout and boy.

But you and Ni-ki were tucked into the corner of the couch, completely unfazed.

You were half on his lap, your legs curled under you as he lazily traced shapes into your arm with his fingertip. His voice was soft against your ear, lower than the noise around you, like everything he said was meant just for you.

“You look so pretty tonight,” he murmured, thumb brushing over the hem of your sleeve.

You smiled, turning your head slightly so your nose bumped against his.

“I told you I’d survive meeting your friends.”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek.

“I didn’t doubt you. I just… like showing you off.”

You blushed, leaning into his chest, completely absorbed in the moment, even with chaos erupting around you.

Then:

“YO,” Jake yelled from the kitchen, over the sound of chips being ripped open. “How the hell did you two even meet?”

Ni-ki looked up, blinked once, then smiled like he’d been waiting for someone to ask.

“Ohhh,” he grinned, adjusting so you were facing him just a little more. “This story.”

You groaned, already hiding your face in his hoodie.

“Ni-ki don’t start—”

“No, I have to,” he said, eyes sparkling. “So I walk into this tattoo shop, right? Totally normal day. I’m just expecting some bald tatted guy to show up, but then, behind the desk, this girl stands up.”

He looked at you, smile softening.

“She’s in this oversized pink sweater, hair all soft, tiny tattoos on her hands. She looked like a marshmallow. And then she goes, ‘Hi, I’m Y/N, I’ll be doing your tattoo today,’ and I’m like—nope. I’m in love.”

The guys howled, but he kept going, completely sincere.

“She was so sweet. Kept checking on me, touching my ribs like I’d break, her voice was all quiet and warm. And then, when she finished…” He reached into his wallet, already pulling something out. “She gave me this.”

He held up a slightly folded pink memo card, that you gave him. Your careful handwriting, aftercare instructions, a little heart under your name.

Sunghoon almost choked on his soda.

“Bro.”

“You kept it?” Jay yelled.

“Obviously,” Ni-ki said, completely unfazed. “ I literally stared at this all night like a loser.”

You were dying, pressing your face to his shoulder, laughing into his hoodie.

“And then I texted her,” he finished, slipping the card safely back into his wallet. “And now she’s here. Sitting on my lap. Looking like that. So yeah. Best appointment of my life.”

The guys groaned and teased and threw popcorn at him.

But Ni-ki didn’t care.

He just looked down at you again and whispered, “Best tattoo ever”

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strawberrynull · 28 days ago

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nerd bestfriend!jake teaching you how to squirt… with his dick :)

a/n: uhm, im not back. but this shit is too good to not share😞

>>>>>>>>>>

“okay, so—fuck—” jake hisses, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, fogged up from sweat, “so the, uh, the anterior vaginal wall is—shit—right here.”

he adjusts his grip on your thighs, pushing them up so your knees press to your chest, your pussy stretched wide around him, flushed and dripping. he’s buried deep, almost too deep, but you can’t think, can barely breathe, your hands fisting the sheets as you stare up at him.

he’s panting, face red, brows furrowed behind his glasses as he tries to keep himself from moving, trying to keep the “lesson” under control, but his cock keeps twitching inside you.

“j-jake,” you whimper, trying to move your hips, but he pins you down, glaring.

“stop, i’m teaching,” he snaps, but his voice is high, strained, as he tries to regain composure, pushing his glasses up with one trembling finger.

“a-anyway,” he continues, clearing his throat, “the g-spot is around two inches in, towards the belly button, and—fuck—when you stimulate it with the right pressure and rhythm—”

he shifts, pulling back slightly before rolling his hips forward, grinding against that spot, making your eyes roll back.

“you—ah, you feel that?” he stutters, his breath hitching, “th-that’s the—fuck, that’s the spot.”

your hands fly to his forearms, nails digging in, your body arching, “oh my god, jake—”

“and when you keep stimulating it, the skene’s glands—” he gasps as he thrusts again, “can cause—f-fuck—expulsion of fluid, which is—squirting—”

his voice cracks on the last word, his hips stuttering forward, cock dragging against your sweet spot again and again, your cunt fluttering around him.

“you’re clenching—shit, baby, you’re clenching too hard,” he moans, loud, glasses sliding down again as sweat drips onto your chest.

“jake, please, please—” you whine, tears pricking your eyes, your thighs shaking violently.

“s-shit, i’m—i’m trying to teach, okay?” he whines, loud and embarrassingly needy, “you just—fuck! you feel too good, it’s—so hard to—fuck!”

his hips snap forward harder, faster, despite himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to keep talking.

“n-need consistent pressure—like this—” he pants, grinding his cock deep, making you sob, “and—ah—angle towards the belly button, right there, right—fuck, right there—”

your vision blurs, a tight coil snapping as you scream, your body locking up before a sudden gush of liquid spills out around his cock, soaking his thighs, the sheets, everything.

“holy shit—holy fuck—” jake chokes out, hips jerking, cock twitching inside you as he pulls out fast, wrapping his hand around himself.

he strokes himself frantically, eyes wide behind his fogged glasses as he cums, thick ropes spilling over your pussy, your stomach, some of it dripping onto your folds, warm and messy.

“s-sorry, fuck, sorry, you just—” he whines, shivering as his cum leaks between your thighs, “you just feel too—fuck! too good.”

you’re both panting, your body still shaking, your pussy still leaking from your first squirt, your skin sticky with his cum and your own mess.

he looks down at you, cheeks flushed, hair a sweaty mess, glasses crooked, before letting out a soft, breathless laugh.

“so, uh,” he says, clearing his throat as he pushes his glasses up again, “that’s… how you squirt.”

you smack his arm weakly, but you’re laughing, tears slipping down your cheeks, your heart pounding, your body warm, your best friend looking at you like you just gave him a reason to live.

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strawberrynull · 1 month ago

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Guyssssss pls send in requests. I need sum to write 🙏

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strawberrynull · 1 month ago

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200 already!! Tysm

can u do cockwarming w jake

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Sim Jaeyun

──Pairing: bf!jake x reader

──Genre: smut

──Synopsis: Your boyfriend is busy with a video game tournament but you seem to be getting sick of waiting. You can tell how bad he needs you but he can’t get off the game until the tournament is over.

──Warnings: cursing, Jake is referred to as Jaeyun, Jae, and Yunnie, teasing, p in v, unprotected (wrap it), cockwarming obviously, mentions of rough sex

──A/N: I have so many Jake drafts from awhile ago. I plan on posting them all soon. Pls look forward to it

Masterlist

It was such a boring day for you. The whole apartment was silent besides the sound of rapid clicking from the bedroom and whatever was playing on the TV. You were staying at your boyfriends house with nothing to do but binge watch shows while you waited for him not to be busy.

A few days ago, your boyfriend, Jaeyun, announced that he was invited to participate in a tournament for his favorite shooting game. Now you were stuck on his couch with nothing to do but watch show after show. Of course you were happy for him. After all, he was personally invited to compete in his favorite game! But at the same time, you were upset a mere game had the ability of stealing your boyfriend away from you. He told you. That this tournament could take all day which pissed you off, although you could never admit to that Jaeyun. He was so excited to compete, you wouldn’t want to spoil that for him.

But now, you were bored out of your mind. You were so bored that you couldn’t even pay attention to what as playing on the tv anymore. You just sat there on the couch, spacing out until the sound of the tv was just static to you.

It had already been hours and in your trance of boredom came one thought. One single idea that made you feel a certain way, an unmistakable throb between your thighs. And that thought? Your boyfriend. Your sweet, caring, handsome… hot… sexy boyfriend…

But he was fucking busy.

You couldn’t bear being away from him. He was always just there with you, always by your side. One day without him was unbearable. You ran your hands down your face in frustration, staring up at the ceiling. If hell on earth was real, this was it. As dramatic as it sounded, this was pure torture. Your boyfriend was literally in the same house as you, only one wall away, but you couldn’t be with him. You couldn’t distract him or he would lose his place in this tournament.

Oh well

You stood from the couch abruptly, with a new sense of determination. The sound of your footsteps echoed through the quiet house as you padded down the hallway from the living room to Jaeyuns bedroom. You slowly opened the door, careful not to make much noise. It wasn’t of much use though. Your boyfriend noticed you entering the room immediately and flashed a quick smile that made your thighs clench in desperation. And he didn’t miss it. No. He definitely noticed the small action and swallowed hard.

Jaeyun is smart. Not just book smart, but socially smart. He noticed when your emotions changed and every shift in your demeanor. He could read you so easily like an open book. Right now, he could absolutely tell what you were feeling. With the idea now in his mind, he was feeling it too.

You plopped down dramatically onto his bed, throwing your arms out to the sides like a starfish. “Are you almost done Jae?” You asked in a bored tone that came out as more of a whine. All he did was chuckle softly which made you even more frustrated. His voice was like honey and it pissed you off but also made your thighs clench even more.

“Sorry baby, I’m only half way done.” He sighed sympathetically, sensing your frustration. You groaned and threw your arms over your face to which he frowned to himself. The sound of him still clicking away at the keyboard made you all the more upset. The pent up boredom and irritation didn’t solve the ache between your legs either. Your thighs clenched tighter, only making it worse. Jaeyun glanced over at you for only a moment but your reaction stuck with him. He chewed at his lip and felt his pants start to tighten.

“Fuck. J-just come over here.” His voice cut through the silence, causing your head to perk up. You didn’t hesitate to jump to your feet and step over to his desk. He reached out an arm and pushed his chair back just slightly, inviting you to sit. “Come. Sit with me.” He whispered, huskier than intended. You hesitated before swinging a leg over his lap, straddling him in his chair.

As soon as you sat down, you felt the unmistakable hardness beneath you. “Jae-‘

“I know,” he interrupted. “I wish this would go quicker too.” He whispered and placed a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

“It’s been hours…” you groaned, forehead now resting on his shoulder. “This is torture.”

He chuckled at that and rubbed your back reassuringly a few times before his hand went back to his mouse. The room became silent beside the sound of clicking for a few moments. Then he spoke again. “I need you just as bad as you need me, baby. I promise you, as soon as I’m done, you’ll have me all to yourself again.” His first sentence made your legs tighten around his waist. And boy did he notice. The tent in his pants grew, becoming even more noticeable, almost like the universe was teasing you. Like a carrot tied to a stick, the universe was dangling it right in front of you but you couldn’t have it. But you needed it so bad.

Another hour or two passed and the tournament still wasn’t over. Staying still was becoming a struggle. Anytime you would move even an inch, Jaeyun would hiss and grab your hip to still you. At this point, it was almost impossible not to move. You just needed to feel something.

You whined against his shoulder, trying your hardest not to move. “Yunnie can I just-“

“Please…” he interrupted with a breathy whisper. “please just sit on it” Your eyes immediately widened and you picked your head up to meet his gaze. His face was flushed and eyes glassy with desire as he looked at you with barely contained desperation. “Please?” He breathed out one more time. You nodded once before rushing to remove your pants. Jaeyun quickly fumbled with his belt and yanked down the zipper of his jeans, freeing his aching cock.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna distract you…” you mumbled and bit your lip.

“Just do it… but… sit still.” He whispered, pleading with his eyes. With his confirmation, you didn’t hesitate to line yourself up and sink down. You hissed in unison, finally easing the ache you were both feeling for hours. Once you were fully seated, your boyfriend kissed your neck once, then twice before going back to his game. “You better stay still. You’re my good luck charm for the rest of the tournament.” You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck. Just merely having him inside of you was enough to hold you off until he was done with this stupid competition.

As your boyfriend went on with his game, you tried to occupy yourself with anything. Literally anything that will pass the time. You had been kissing his neck for a short while before being scolded for distracting him. You only chuckled at that but knew not to keep doing it. Instead, you opted for playing with his hair. It wasn’t distracting for him and it kept you occupied. Though, not even that could keep you happy for long. You tried playing with the string of his hoodie or the hem of your own shirt just to pass time. All you could really do was wait patiently.

And stay very still.

After a while though, waiting became boring again. Your hips moved and he inhaled sharply before his hand comes flying to your waist, stopping any further movement.

“Just stay still. I’m almost done.” Jaeyun groaned huskily. You could clearly tell how much he was holding back. He needed it just as much as you did and the wait was painful. Not just for you but for him too.

Suddenly, Jaeyun gasped. “Oh my god… this is the last game.” He announced. You immediately picked your head up and stared at him with shock. “Fuck yes.” He cheered, preparing himself for the final stretch of the tournament.

“You got this, Jae. I believe in you baby.” You kissed his cheek for good luck before the last round begun. Now he was really focused, tapping aggressively at the keyboard like it was life or death.

You could see him defeat opponents from the opposing team over your shoulder. It was truly impressive. “Yessss there’s one person left on the enemy team.” He rambled as his excitement grew. “My team is actually so goated.” You chucked at his burst of energy and excitement. Then you felt his hips buck once. You. Almost thought it was on accident. Then he did it again. Now it was no longer unintentional.

“Jae…” you warned him.

“I don’t care. My teams got this.” He replied with confidence. “I just… need to feel a little bit.” This time his voice came out a little shaky. You could tell his team would win either way so you gave in. All you gave was a small roll of your hips but just that had him hissing. He bit his lip and shifted a few times under you, now only half focused on the last few seconds of the game.

“Come on Yunnie, you got this” you whispered breathily in his ear, making him buck up into you again.

Then he threw his hands up, startling you and making you jump slightly. “We won!” He exclaimed. Your jaw dropped and he looked at you with those signature puppy eyes. He was smiling from ear to ear, the same smile you fell so deeply in love with. Ina split second his demeanor changed. It was like a light switched flipped. He quickly lifted you off of him, making you whine. Then he stood and shoved you harshly against the edge of the desk, swiping the keyboard a mouse to the side. Jaeyun gripped your chin, earning a gasp from you. “The rest of tonight is all about you, pretty girl.” He rasped out before slamming into you. He quickly kissed your lips, swallowing the sharp moan that came from you.

And fuck, was it a long night…

A/N (again): This was supposed to be posted yesterday but it was genuinely an awful fucking day. I couldn’t bring myself to write at all, let alone post. Sorry its delayed and a bit rushed but i hope u like it <3

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