#—ki writes

[reve-writes]

kaz & a crying!reader? <3

—comfort crowd; kaz brekker.

╰‧₊˚✩ॱ˖ six of crows — kaz brekker — 0,9k words. ╰‧₊˚✩ॱ˖ summary — kaz attempts to comfort you. ╰‧₊˚✩ॱ˖ content — unspecified reason for your crying, awkward kaz, platonic but also slight pining

Three raps at his door and Kaz had no idea how or why it immediately clicked that it was you. He had barely said the words 'come in' before you were already nudging the creaking hinges open, bursting into the room the same way you had into his life — an unstoppable, unruly force he felt nearly hopeless against.

"What do you need?" He asked in his usual indifferent rasp, dark eyes glued to the ledgers strewn on his desk. By the end of the night, he would have them all sorted — all tidy in the organisation system he had created for all the administrative files he had to run the Dregs. For now, they were piles and piles of barely readable garbage from incompetent members that caused him to pull at the roots of his hair.

Three beats. Too long of a silence from you. He finally set down his pen and looked up.

You stood with your back pressed against the door, heaving as if you'd run down the length of the East Stave. He exhaled through his lips, jaw open as he took in the red rimming your eyes, the damp glisten of your cheeks and the harsh, repeated swipe of your palms over them. Your eyes caught his and your shoulders shuddered as you sniffled.

"You're crying," he said, somewhere between a statement and a question. You had never cried. Not when you broke a bone in your arm and Inej had to set it back with a makeshift splint. Not when you thought you were going to die, waging a war against forces so powerful they bend the air in your lungs and the blood in your veins. Not when you recounted how everyone you'd ever known seemed to be eager to be rid of you before you met the crew. You were never a crier. At least not in front of an audience. And yet, here you were.

You inhaled and opened your mouth to say something, but all that came out was a pitiful whine, followed by a series of sobs that seemed to be out of your control. Kaz felt a heaviness settle over his chest, compressing the air in his lungs.

"I'm sorry," you croaked out in-between hiccups. "I just didn't want to be alone."

For all your successes and failures, it was at this moment that Kaz realised that neither of you were invulnerable and that both of you were just people — without the might of a king or the power of a grisha. He wished he had some comfort he could offer, sweet nothings he could whisper, but all he knew were sharp threats and matter-of-fact remarks. He could only manage to say, "You have no reason to apologise."

You wiped at your nose. Kaz stood up, his chair scratching across the floor panels and approached you, handing you a neatly folded handkerchief.

"I'm going to rub snot all over it," you warned.

He winced. "It's yours now. Do not return it."

"Saints, this is embarrassing." You let out a half-giggle cut off by a sniffle. "I'm pathetic."

"What happened?"

"It's stupid."

"And I will let you know if I think so."

You looked over at him, shaking your head. He pursed his lips, but nodded. He did not ask more questions, instead he stood there leaning against his cane as you hiccup and sniffled as if someone had just died. All the while, he had a strong urge to pinpoint the name of whoever caused so much tears — and he wanted to make it hurt.

His hand that was not clutching his cane moved, almost on its own accord, and hovered awkwardly in-between you. He wanted to withdraw; he did not. He found himself having to navigate such antithetical wants often when it came to you. He lets his gloved hand come up to the crown of your head, mechanically patting it before pulling away.

You laughed — still puffy-dyed and sniffling, but you laughed. The corner of his lips quirked up to form a lopsided smile.

"You're bad at this, you know?" You joked, then added with more sincerity. "Thank you."

"I thought I was 'bad at this'?" He raised an eyebrow. He felt lighter now that you weren't a sobbing mess, that he could offer some sort of comfort.

"You are, but that doesn't mean I don't see you trying."

A beat of silence, dragged on for too long. You cleared your throat, clasping your hands together. "Alright, well. I'll get out of your hair."

As you moved to open the door, Kaz interjected, "If... my presence is a comfort, you can stay. I might need an extra pair of hands with the ledgers."

He spoke with choppy pauses, as if he was having problems organising a word after the other. You watched him bristle, coughing into his fist as he waited for your response.

You blinked. "I — Well, I would appreciate the company."

He stared at you in silence, anticipating a but that never came. You pulled out the chair across from his at his desk and sat down, turning to look at him over your shoulder with a quizzical look.

"Kaz?"

He stepped towards the desk, stumbling slightly, which made you rise from your seat in concern. He waved you off, managing to get to his desk and sink into his chair. You frowned as you looked through the papers. What a mess.

"This is going to be a long night, isn't it?" You sighed.

"You're telling me." He found that he was looking forward to sorting through the mess of paper.

sorry if there's any weird formatting i typed this on mobile and tumblr is sometimes whack. thank you for the request and i hope you liked this. im trying to get back into writing. also i hope everyone's having a good start of the year.

[purinfelix]

you're no good for me, but baby i want you - n. riki ✶⋆.˚

summary: after growing tired of his constant teasing you made up your mind not to give Niki anymore of your attention, but you should've known that he wouldn't let you go that easily - and is willing to go to desperate measures to get you just to look at him ──── delinquent Niki x class president reader || sfw but a little suggestive, kissing/making out, so much tension like so much, enemies to lovers sorta? || w/c: 2.7k

a/n: okay i'm trying to get better at writing longer fics/ones that actually have closure bc looking back i realise i kinda always leave u guys on cliffhangers LOLL - also i rlly tried to avoid making this too cliche given the trope i hope it worked !!! actually really like this one so i hope it doesn't flop rip

‘Bad boy’ felt too cliche - at least for your liking. You preferred to refer to Niki as what he was, a delinquent, a troublemaker, someone who skipped most of his classes and spent the rest dosing off or arguing with the teacher. But no matter what you called him you were sure of one thing, he pissed you off.

To be honest, you had absolutely no interest in the sorts of things a student like him got up to in his own time, but it was the fact that he insisted on dragging you into his business that irritated you the most. You weren’t sure why exactly he kept targeting you, maybe it was because he just wanted to mess with the class president or because you seemed like an easy target to him - whatever reason he had didn’t make it any less tiring though.

Skipping classes was one thing, but his constant breaches of uniform code meant that you were running out of warning slips - and patience. It didn’t help that whenever you did, he would only look you up and down with an amused smirk, brows raised as if daring you to continue telling him off - which only worked to make you stumble over your words.

That’s why you had made the decision to stop giving him anymore of your attention, and the most recent time you had seen him sporting his signature look - no blazer, dress shirt half unbuttoned and several silver earrings, you chose to ignore him. You simply walked past him in the hallway without so much as a passing glance, hoping it would tell him to stop wasting your time and causing trouble.

Little did you know, he would misinterpret your signs to mean the exact opposite.

The next morning when you were waiting at your desk you heard a wave of hushed murmurs coming from down the hall, and couldn’t help but feel partly responsible. A loud thud sent the classroom door flying open and a couple of his friends filed in with amused grins - and it was only when Niki followed them in did you see why. Not only had he gone and messily bleached parts of his jet black hair, but he now donned a piercing straight through his right eyebrow which, judging from the pink tinge surrounding it, was both brand new and self-made.

You were unable to stop your neck from craning as your eyes followed his figure, watching as he sauntered over to his desk in the back corner of the classroom, threw his books onto it and sat down. The expression on his face showed that he couldn’t care less about being there, but his eyes trained on you as if waiting for you to make a move.

You hated that he knew you so well, because before you knew it you were out of your seat and at the head of his desk, arms folded with a stern expression on your face. You can’t remember exactly what you said but it must’ve been harsh, and loud enough to summon the attention of almost the entire class, and your teacher who stormed into the classroom shortly after to tell the two of you off. It must’ve also been harsh enough to earn the two of you an after-school detention, which was your very first - though it clearly wasn’t Niki’s.

So that’s how the two of you had ended up alone, in an empty, hot classroom - waiting as the minutes of your detention ticked by agonisingly slowly. Irritated was an understatement. It was taking every ounce of self-control you had not to turn around and punch Niki right there and then. You kept your fuming to yourself, at least for now though, while you worked silently on an assignment, determined to at least make good use of being stuck here for the next hour or so - even if it meant spending it in a tense silence.

Niki didn’t seem to share the same sentiment, having sat himself in the chair right beside yours and kicked his feet up on the desk, twirling a pen in one hand as he hummed softly to himself. You were trying your best to ignore him, and he was trying his best to make that very difficult.

“What are you working on?” he asked curiously as he leaned in over your shoulder.

“Just an assignment,” you shot back curtly.

“Ah of course, what a goody-two shoes,” he scoffed as he sat back.

“Rather a goody-two shoes than a good-for-nothing delinquent,” you mumbled under your breath, though not quiet enough to escape his ears.

“A delinquent? Is that really what you think of me?” he asked in faux-offence, “I’m hurt.” You turned slightly, just enough to see the dramatic pout he had formed across his lips, his brows curving upwards and his piercing going with it.

“Whatever,” you huff, feeling both irritation and exhaustion rise in you, “it’s your fault we’re here in the first place anyways.”

“Oh yeah, my fault that you started a petty argument.”

“Your fault for dyeing your hair that stupid colour and getting that piece of metal jammed in your face!” You cry out, fully facing him now as you felt your face burning hot, “I mean seriously, all I did was ignore you once, and you go ahead and did something ridiculous like that?” Gesturing to his piercing and new hair, you can’t help but feel even more infuriated at the sight of his smirk which only grew as he watched you from half-lidded eyes.

“What makes you think I did it for you?” He asks teasingly, and you suddenly feel your bravado begin to crumble - he’s right, who are you to assume that?

“Well, I-” you stutter, but he interrupts you.

“Well maybe I did,” he laughs softly, “that depends on whether you like it or not.”

“That is so besides the point, Niki,” you whine, “it’s against uniform policy.”

“Oh c’mon, you think it’s a little cool,” he taunts, and you turn back around in your seat, chewing your bottom lip as you’re determined not to give him a response which you’re sure will only fuel his ego.

You sit in silence for a bit, and you can tell he’s watching you carefully in the way he leans in, keen eyes trained on your expression - almost as if he’s trying to figure out what you’re thinking. But that’s a challenge even you’re struggling with right now.

He’s the one to break the silence again. “I am sorry about getting you a detention though, that wasn’t what I meant to do.” You blink in disbelief because for the very first time, he sounds almost as if he really means what he’s saying.

“Is that an apology?” you say, gasping to show your surprise, though this quickly dissolved into a soft laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t let it get to your head,” he sighs, “I just couldn’t sit here and watch you sulk for the next hour.”

You can’t help but smile to yourself, feeling the tension between the two of you melt away at his apology, just enough for you to want to keep talking to him - even if it means neglecting your homework, for now. Your eyes move over his face, his sharp jaw, his eyebrow piercing glinting under the warm classroom light.

“Did it hurt?”

It’s a stupid question, you know, but it’s the only thing you can think to ask as you fiddle nervously in your seat. If you’re being completely honest, you do think it’s cool, you’ve always thought his piercing were cool - and right now you want nothing more than to reach out and feel them for yourself. But your common sense stops you.

“Well, duh,” he scoffs, sitting back in his seat as his eyes fix on yours, “figured a smart-ass like you would’ve been able to guess that.”

“Just asking,” you grumble defensively, though your curiosity urges you to keep talking. “If it hurt, why’d you do it?”

“Well, you like it, don’t you?” He asks, “that’s all the reason I need.”

You’re tempted to tell him off again, but something about his tone catches you off guard - it’s oddly earnest, and he says it with such a simplicity that makes you really believe that maybe he’s telling the truth and you’re unable to find the resolve to spoil this moment

“Can I feel it?”

He’s almost as shocked by your request as you are, and even as it leaves your mouth you’re unsure entirely why you’re asking it. His eyes widen in a way that you can’t help but find a little cute, even as you’re struggling to process your own thoughts.

“Sure,” he replies, a little too quickly, almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask him that, but can’t believe you actually did. You turn in your chair to face him, your arms coming up awkwardly to bridge the distance between you both but it’s clear you’re still too far.

You’re about to lean forward more in your seat to reach him, until you notice his hand coming down to grip the leg of your chair and it isn’t until you feel yourself moving and hear the faint screech of the legs against the floor that you realise that he’s pulling it - pulling you closer to him.

Once you’re close enough he stops, though his hand doesn’t leave the back of your chair, instead resting there as if trapping you in with him as he leans down as that his face is level with yours. You try not to overthink the way your knees are touching, or how this is your first time seeing him this close and how he’s even better looking up close. Carefully, you bring your hand and pray that he doesn’t notice the way it trembles, as your thumb grazes his thick brow gently. Even though you wish he didn’t, he keeps his eyes open and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you as your fingers close around the small metal ball.

“It’s cold,” you mumble, not sure what else to say to fill the air between you two.

“It’s metal,” he says matter-of-factly, letting out a small laugh at your fascination with it.

“You didn’t need to to do this just to get my attention, you know,” your eyes focus on the piercing as you speak, unable to look him in the eyes when admitting something that feels like a confession.

“I had to get you to look at me somehow.” You’re again amazed at how he can say such earnest things with such a serious face, and even as you look away you know his eyes are on you.

“Most people would’ve just said hi or something, not put a brand new hole in their face,” you sigh, fingers moving to tuck a stray strand of bleached hair behind his ear.

“Well most people wouldn’t be here now with you touching their face, so by my standards my plan worked better.”

“Did that plan have to include getting me my first-ever detention?” You ask in annoyance, though you can’t help but laugh softly at his simplicity.

“Well, not at first,” he admits, “but at least we’re alone, hm?”

“Because you need me alone to talk to me?”

“No, because I need you alone to do this.”

You’re pretty sure if you weren’t already leaning towards him you would’ve fallen backwards from the forceful way his lips crash into yours - and if not from that then the sheer shock of just that. Luckily for you though, he already has an arm snaked around your waist, keeping a hold of you and pulling you closer.

It shocks you though that, despite the initial force, Niki’s kiss is gentle, almost as if he’s easing you into something he knows you’re struggling to accept. He’s experienced, that’s for sure, but you can tell in his movements that he’s holding back from pushing you any further.

You don’t even realise it but your hands are cupping his face, caressing his strong jawline and pulling him closer to you. You open your mouth to talk but the only noise that comes out is a breathy gasp and if you weren’t so caught up in the feeling of his hands in your hair you might’ve stopped to feel embarrassed about how desperate you sound for him right now.

“Niki,” you mumble against his lips, unsure of what to do as you feel your mind struggle to comprehend what’s happening.

“Want me to stop?” he says in between heavy breaths, and even though it sounds like a taunt you know him well enough to know he’s being serious.

You shake your head in response, but decide to have a little fun of your own while you can. “When have you ever cared what I want?”

“Oh, you have no clue,” he hums in a low whisper as he leans back in.

“And when have you ever listened to what I’ve told you to do?”

“You’re right about that,” he smirks, pressing his lips to yours again, this time with the reckless abandon you’ve come to expect from him - almost as if he was waiting for your permission to let go. You thought you would’ve felt a little predictable, pathetic even, for having fallen so easily into his trap and giving him much more than just your attention at this point. But from the way his hands roam your body, grasping for more of you as he whines against your lips you smile to yourself at the realisation that really, he’s the one who’s fallen into your trap.

This sense of control is what finally calms your mind, even if it still struggles with just how ‘wrong’ all of this sounds against how right his lips on yours feel. The sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway however forces you to tear yourself away from him, though his hands don’t leave your body as you strain to figure out who it might be.

“Shit, it’s the teacher,” you say under your breath, pulling away from him to smooth down your skirt. Niki clearly doesn’t care, but still lets out a soft sigh as he hangs his head, leaning back in his chair.

“Tomorrow,” you continue suddenly, “I want the eyebrow piercing and the bleached hair gone.” You know you’re being harsh, but you also know that, given what just happened, you can’t afford to be nice.

“Wh-” he says suddenly, looking at you in disbelief, “I thought you liked them though.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you say firmly, “they’re still breaking like ten different uniform rules.”

“Just when I thought I’d finally broken your guard down,” he groans.

“Well, they’ve served their purpose already, haven’t they?” you taunt lightly, bringing a hand up to swipe at your bottom lip which you can feel is a little plump from him biting it. His eyes watch attentively as you do, and he lets out a soft laugh followed by a nod in agreement.

“You’re right,” he exhales, “but now I’m thinking if I keep them in I might keep getting lucky.”

“Niki,” you sigh.

“I mean, maybe if I had a reward for following rules I might feel more motivated,” he hums, looking away as he feigns innocence.

You pause, thinking to yourself for just long enough. “I’ll be studying in the library after school, maybe if you do as I say I’ll let you join me.”

“Studying? That’s what we’re calling it now?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“I’ll be there,” he laughs, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smile - one that you can’t help but share even as the same teacher who gave you both this detention comes in to tell you you’re free to go.

You watch as he swings his bag over one shoulder coolly, tossing you his signature smirk - only this time, it doesn’t just annoy you, it lingers, sticking to your thoughts in a way you don’t want to admit. Because you know you should be mad, you should roll your eyes and remind yourself that he’s still the same infuriating troublemaker. But as he walks away the only thing you find yourself wondering is if he’ll actually show up tomorrow, and worse, if a part of you wants him to.

[cherubshert]

"Why're you tapping at my window at this time." you murmur, wiping the remnants of sleep from your eyes, Ni-ki huffs as he finally lands his right leg on your carpet, his hair and clothes drenched from the rain.

"Mom kicked me out for the night, and I really doubt your dad would like to wake up to me knocking on his door at 1 in the morning." he chuckles, taking off his leather jacket, placing it messily on your study table. You frown at the sight, going to close the window, to stop more rain from coming in, waving at his friends parked in front of your house.

"What'd you do this time." "she didn't like my grades, and some other stuff, you know, the usual." he lays on your bed, earning a grumble from you, a hearty chuckle erupting from his stomach in response. You grab your hair dryer, before kicking at him to sit up. His hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him, your fingers lazily comb through his wet hair, plugging the electronic in. It grumbles softly at it comes to life, held awkwardly as you dried what you could of his hair cause he wouldn't pull away.

The sound from your dryer fills the air, your body drifting in and out of sleep. Finally managing to pull him away, focusing the electronic on his bangs. "I wish your dad wasn't such a dick. I'd get married to you right now." "Even if my dad wasn't a dick , we wouldn't get married cause we're still too young." you say as you put the dryer down on you bedside table.

"Would you marry me?" he questions, your eyes scan his face, fingers dragging through his now damp (ish) hair, a small smile gracing your face. "Yes, in a heartbeat." his cheeks swell with color, a soft red, his smile growing. "I'll get you the biggest diamond, a gold and silver ring, the most expensive." "You're the biggest diamond I'll ever need, the most expensive jewel I'll ever want." he paused before pulling away from your touch, a shy fit of laughter causing him to shake, leaned back, his body held up by his left hand, to look at you.

"T-that was really good." "learned from the best."

[dickaspointed]

𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑬𝑫𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑬𝑵- !

𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 !! 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.

HEESEUNG felt all too giddy with you in the same bed as him. he couldn’t help but sneak glances and looks here and there, especially when the moon cascaded over your little body compared to his. you barely took up half the bed in comparison to him, and don’t get him started on those short shorts and tank top that did horrible jobs at hiding your modesty. by one am, your legs are thrown over the creases of his elbows, his name rolling off your tongue like a mantra as your shorts dangled just over his shoulder. he couldn’t keep his desires at bay.

SUNGHOON acted tough like sharing a bed with you was no big deal, but on the inside it was an internal battle for him not to pop a boner. that stupid moomoo you wore that accentuated your breasts and ass definitely didn’t help keep one from forming in his sweats. he promised to keep it PG tonight but when you slid into bed besides him, smelling like a fresh sweet cake he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you until your moomoo was somewhere over the clouds, your chest and throat covered in hickies he’d have to explain tomorrow.

JAY was decently good at keeping his composure. he had shared a bed with you numerous times, but this time it was different because this time you were his. with your ass pressed to his pelvis, his hand underneath your top, gently fondling your right breast he tried to lull off to sleep. but your whiny moans and twitching ultimately ruined all the composure he had. flipping you onto your stomach, he mounted from behind, tearing your shorts and panties off in a slick motion for better access. the others wouldn’t let you two share a room anymore because they got no sleep with how loud you were.

JAKE purposefully made sure every trip that you two ended up together, if that meant bribing everyone with lots of money so they’d willingly book a hotel with one less room for everyone. Jake would sadly break the news to you, pouting to really add to the bit. in the end, it worked in his favor because you’d be straddling him that night, his hair between your fingers as you rode him like your life depended on it. Jungwon would end up banging on the door, asking you two to kindly “shut the fuck up.”

SUNOO was nervous every time you had to bunk with him. he’d go the extra mile to make sure you were comfortable, he wouldn’t even sleep without socks. one night, all of that flew right out of the open window when you cuddled up to him, tucking your face into his collarbone. your soft whimpers of enjoyment fueled something inside of him, he tapped your back gently. it was nothing but fireworks from that night on, blissful orgasms that made both of you see stars and shake violently against one another.

JUNGWON being the leader it was only right that he let you bunk with him. he had a set of rules that seemed to go right through the floor when you came back from a steamy shower with dewy skin and a nighty that hugged your body in all the right places. you asked him if this was alright for his “rules”, whilst smoothing your hands down your body. he sucked in a deep breath, looking towards the door before ultimately deciding whether or not he wanted to be ridiculed in the morning. needless to say, after an eventful, blissful night with Jungwon, that nighty was ripped to shreds and he had to explain what all those weird sounds were last night.

NI-KI put his cold feet up the back of your shirt and kicked you off the bed with both very large feet.

K BYE!!

actually, before i leave i wanted to say thanks for all the reblogs and likes!!! i really appreciate whomever likes and blogs, thanks a ton! and please if you feel comfortable (AND 18+ because i’m not playing) leave some requests of what you wanna see and what member !! besides ni-ki <3

[kikidoul]

── BITE ME.

໒꒰ྀི ^ ⸝⸝ ^ ꒱ྀིა 西村 力 x fem! reader content established+secret non-idol au riki is a vampire here ᥫ᭡ warning explicit sexual content submissive! riki cock sucking pussy fingering come eating belly bulge praise kink usage of petnames unprotected sex (wrap it up pls) riki being whiny and cute . . . !? 1402— mlist. | req

note. this was really fun to write tbh… to the anon who requested this, i hope it’s readable for you <3 taglist. @tfwbluu

Everytime Riki closes his eyes, he can imagine sinking his fangs into your neck. He could even taste your sweet, intoxicating blood, feeling it flow through his veins as he took his fill. He doesn’t know how much longer he could restrain himself. The desperation of drinking your blood grows with every second passing. One glance thrown in the clock’s direction tells him it was close to seven in the evening. If he wasn’t wrong, you should be reaching home anytime soon—

“I’m home!” 

Riki didn’t even bother walking from where he sat. He appeared before you, startling the lights out of you as you were in the midst of removing your shoes. He grabbed your things, still sane enough to put them on the dining table. You blinked, bemused when your boyfriend grabbed your wrist, dragging you towards the couch and he made you straddled his lap. 

“Riki, are you alright?” You asked, shivering when he slid his large hands underneath your blouse. 

And that was when you felt it—something poking your thigh from below. Riki buried his face in the crook of your neck, greedily inhaling your scent. His shoulders sagged with relief as your scent overwhelms his senses, calming him down. At the same time, it was driving him insane. He whined, lazily rutting his hips against yours. Your breath hitched in your throat, clenching down on nothing at the delirious friction of his clothed cock rubbing against your clit.

“Riki, wa-wait,” you protested but you couldn’t find it in yourself to stop him, not when he was practically rocking his hips against yours, chasing after his pleasure. 

“Pl-Please, need you,” he mewled, words borderline slurring, sending heat straight down to your throbbing clit. 

You decide to take things into your own hands, considering how your boyfriend was long gone. You reached out, tilting his chin up with your index finger and you cooed at how his lips curled downwards in a cute pout with teary eyes. There was nothing but pure desire written all over his face, the desire to taste your blood and consume you whole. 

“Aw, my poor baby, do you need my help?” You cooed and he eagerly nodded his head, eyes trailing down until they landed on your neck. Riki leaned in but you stopped him, leaning back and he made a noise of protest. 

You clicked your tongue in disapproval. “Ah ah, use your words, baby. Do you need my help?” 

He sniffled, nodding. “Y-Yes, need it. Need your blood,” he mewled and you smiled, tapping his cheek with your fingers. 

“Good boy, go ahead. You can drink,” you replied, tilting your head to the side. 

Riki’s eyes lit up and he leaned forward, hands firmly holding you down by your hips to prevent you from falling off his lap. You involuntarily shivered when he kissed your neck, trailing kisses down until he reached a certain spot—the same spot where he always fed from. You rested your hands on his shoulders, instinctively gripping onto them when you felt him licked your unblemished skin, followed by his fangs piercing through your skin. 

You could never get used to the feeling. There was no pain but instead, it was replaced by pleasure. Your eyelids fluttered shut, letting out a blissed sigh as you felt the familiar feeling of something coursing through your veins. Riki moaned, drunk on your heavenly taste. He couldn’t get enough, never wanting this to be over. With one hand by your hips, his free hand moved to pull your pants and panties down, as much as he could without making you stand. 

A moan was torn from the depths of your throat when you felt his long, calloused fingers rubbing the bud peeking out from your lips. Strength was gradually leaving your body as you grew pliant in his arms but you knew Riki wouldn’t dare to hurt you and you trust him. You groaned as he pushed his fingers in until he was knuckles deep, spreading you open. 

“Fuck, you’re doing so well for me,” you breathed out, hearing the muffled whimper from the other. 

Riki detached his fangs once he had enough, licking the spot to stop the bleeding. At the same time, he pulled his fingers out slowly, not wanting to hurt you. 

“Did I do good?” He asks, looking at you with hopeful eyes. 

You smiled, nodding in agreement. “Yes, baby, you did a great job. Do you want your reward?” 

His face brightened up at your words. “Yes, please.” 

Humming, you moved to get off his lap, chuckling at his sound of protest. You gestured for him to lift his hips so you could unbuckle and remove his pants and underwear, revealing his poor hardened, neglected cock that stood upright. The tip had turned an embarrassing shade of red due to the lack of attention. Tucking a few strands of hair behind your left ear, you leaned forward, glancing up to see Riki’s eyes focused on you. You giggled when his cock subtly twitched as you moved closer and closer, close enough for your lips to graze against the tip. 

“Baby, please,” he whimpered, jerking his hips forward—attempting to slide his cock into your mouth but you merely leaned back, chuckling at the disappointed sound of protest he made. 

“Please what? You need to speak your mind or I won’t know what you want,” you replied, wrapping your fingers around his cock, pumping it at a slow, lazy pace. 

Riki threw his head back, mind blanking out at the delirious sensation of you stroking him. Breathless whimpers and moans spilled from his swollen lips. He jerked his hips forward, his cock moving back and forth within the ring your hand created. His muscles tightened, feeling a rubber band about to snap—

Only for you to pull away. 

“Wha—why!?” He whined, lips curling down to display his evident displeasure that you had denied his orgasm. 

You chuckled, rising to your feet to press a chaste kiss on his lips. “Because I’d rather have you cum in me. Unless, you don’t want to.” 

The vampire shook his head at lightning speed. He raised his hands, awkwardly hanging them by your side—unsure if he could hold you. “No, no! Wanna cum in you, please, please.” 

“Since you asked so nicely, who am I to deny you?” 

Resting one hand on his left shoulder to brace yourself while Riki took it upon himself to place his hands on your hips, you reached down to grab his cock and positioned yourself. He watched with bated breath as his cock slowly disappeared, inch by inch as he sunk into your warm, tight cunt. He eventually bottomed out and you moaned, your head spinning at how you were practically split apart on his cock. Riki rubbed circles on your bare skin, unable to tear his eyes away from the faint bulge on your stomach—right where his cock was. 

“Look, you’re so deep,” you breathed out, grabbing his hand to place it over the bulge as you slowly grind your hips against his. 

Riki visibly gulped as he gently pressed down, eliciting a whimper from you. He leans forward, brushing his nose against your neck. You knew what he wanted without him asking, which was why you tilted your head to the side—granting him permission. Your boyfriend wasted no time in digging in, sinking his fangs into your skin. At the same time, you increased your pace, bouncing on his cock. 

“Ngh—Riki, you’re doing so—hah—good for me. Such a good boy, aren’t you?” You moaned, hearing the muffled sound he made at your praise. Your eyes flutter shut when Riki begin thrusted up, pushing the both of you to your climax. 

You shuddered as he spilled inside you, followed by some of his cum slowly rolling down your legs, only to stain the floor. None of you moved for a while, remaining in the same position as you catch your breath. Riki leaned back, cupping your face with his hands and you leaned into his touch—like a touch-starved kitten. 

“Are you alright? Do you feel dizzy?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed with concern written all over his face. 

“I’m fine, don’t worry. What about you?” You shook your head. 

Riki flashed you a boyish smile. “I’m feeling better now, thanks to you.” 

You laughed, pressing a kiss on his nose. “You’re welcome, by the way.” 

[jakedustry]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 - 𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈

bf!riki x fem!reader

in which your boyfriend insists on leaving his birthday party sooner when he sees you're getting along with his friends little too much

wc 0.7k

warnings jealous!riki, drinking, kissing

↪ izzy adds...happiest birthday to one of my favs <33 this is not proofread!

“I can handle my alcohol,” you assure your boyfriend as you take another shot with his friends. “Riki, I’m fine. I promise,” you spare him a mare look before Heeseung, on your other side, steals your attention, making you laugh about something Riki can’t even comprehend. He sighs, looking down at the drink in front of him. He lost his appetite. 

“Relax, man. It’s your birthday!” His best friend reminds him, patting him on the back. “Yeah, yeah,” Riki just brushes him off, glancing at you before he grips the bottle of soju before him. “Whatever. I’m going home soon anyway.” Jake sighs, his eyes drifting towards you. “She is having fun for the both of you right now. Don’t be mad at her.” Riki only hums in response, not saying anything else before he brings the bottle to his lips, gulping it down as if it were water. 

You shake your head at Heeseung, a laugh escaping your lips. That’s when you feel your boyfriend’s hand on your thigh, making you look up at him. “What’s up?” You ask softly, and he can’t even be mad at you when you give him those eyes. “Stop drinking.” You frown when his breath reaches your face. He’s also had enough. “I told you I’m fine, baby. I’m not drunk yet,” you disagree, but that only makes his grip tighter. You raise an eyebrow at him in question. “Let’s go home,” he insists. 

So you give in, telling everyone you are leaving. However, they don’t let either of you go just like that. You have to take two more shots, “One for each leg,” as Jay says. By the time you’re leaving the place, you’re beginning to feel all the alcohol you had tonight. 

Riki holds your hand in his as he waits for a taxi to arrive, not saying anything, which only worries you. “Are you okay?” You ask, your thumb rubbing the back of his hand to calm him. “Yeah,” he hums, but you both know he doesn’t mean it. “I’m sorry, baby,” you apologize, even though you’re unsure what for. “What’s bothering you?” You step in front of him so he has a reason to look at you, grabbing his other hand, too. 

“They are bothering me,” he admits quietly, mumbling a few curses about his friends. You scoff at that, letting go of his hands so you can wrap your arms around him instead. You pull him into a hug, resting your head on his chest. “I’m sure Heeseung would love a hug like this.” 

That’s when it finally hits you. Your boyfriend—who is always trying to be nonchalant and easy going around you—is jealous. “Oh, baby,” you smile, shaking your head. “You know I’m all yours,” you remind him, rubbing small circles on his back. How funny was this situation? Your gigantic boyfriend pouting in your arms because he is jealous of his own friends. 

“Let’s go home, yeah?” 

♡⸝⸝ 

“Are you feeling better?” You ask, placing another kiss on his collarbone. Your lipstick is covering his whole neck at this point, but he couldn’t care less about that. “And here I was, thinking you would be the one taking care of me tonight,” you mumble, moving up to place a kiss on his cheek. “You are just my big baby, aren’t you?” You watch him roll his eyes and you giggle, finally pressing your lips on his. 

Riki smiles when he feels the familiar touch of your lips, his arms wrapping around your waist so he can pull you closer. “I’m not a baby,” he disagrees, his cold hand sliding under your shirt. He doesn’t move up, though. His hand rests on your waist, simply letting you know he’s there. “Are you sure, baby?” You tease him, but it only leads to him flipping you around on the bed, so you’re lying under him now. “Not a baby,” he repeats himself, leaning in for yet another kiss. 

“Okay, okay,” you laugh. “You aren’t a baby,” you agree with him. As your eyes meet his, you can’t help but smile. He’s cute, no matter how much he doesn’t want the adjective associated with him. 

“Happy birthday, love,” you wish him. “I hope all your wishes come true.”

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𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆

their favorite way to show their love for you is through — giftsꜝꜝ

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pairing ⋆ ot7 enhypen x gn! reader ʬʬ content / warning(s) ⋆ extra extra soft fluff, established relationship, non-idol au, just enha spoiling you with gifts <3 ꕀ word count : 1,637 ʬʬ go back to the start? ・ archive ᐢ..ᐢ lev notes : i wrote the whole thing with good thing by nct 127 on repeat and i think it did something to my brain. after making this i now want someone to gift like the boys do- cause the hell man :(( i envy their relationship its so cute T-T (i literally wrote this) thx for proofreading and editing this again twin <3 (gotta make sure twin gets their recognition)

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 - plushies

you come home to find a familiar pink gift bag sitting on your bed, decorated with little hearts and a note in heesung’s handwriting: “a little something for your collection—hope they make you smile! - hee”

excitedly, you peek inside, immediately spotting the cute sanrio tags and soft pastel colors. you pull out not one, but three adorable plushies—my melody, cinnamoroll, and hello kitty, each one perfectly cuddly and looking up at you with their iconic smiles.

just as you’re hugging my melody close, heesung steps into the room, a shy grin on his face as he watches your reaction. “i couldn’t decide on one,” he admits, scratching his head. “so i figured… why not get them all?”

you can’t stop smiling as you place the plushies carefully among the others on your shelf, each one finding its perfect spot. “they’re perfect,” you say, turning to give him a grateful hug. “you know me so well.”

he chuckles, returning the hug. “i love seeing your face light up every time. besides your collection wouldn’t be complete without the whole sanrio squad, right?”

with a laugh, you look back at the shelf, feeling warm inside. thanks to heesung your little plushie family just got a lot bigger.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 - clothes

you’re scrolling through your phone when you get a text from jay: “check your doorstep!”

curious, you open the door to find a large shopping bag sitting outside. you bring it inside, already knowing who it’s from. as you pull out one dress after another—soft fabrics in different colors, some with delicate lace, others with simple elegance—you can’t help but laugh, imagining jay going through the store and picking each one out.

a moment later, he shows up at your door, grinning like he’s just won a prize. “so, what do you think? i couldn’t decide on just one, so i got you…options,” he says with a wink.

“options?” you tease, holding up a deep blue dress. “jay, you bought out the whole store!”

he shrugs, unbothered. “i just wanted you to have the best. besides, i know you have that event coming up, and i wanted you to feel amazing.”

you shake your head, touched. “you’re too much, you know that?”

he grins, gently nudging you toward the mirror. “go try one on, just to see how perfect you look.”

with a smile, you head to change, grateful for his thoughtfulness and the joy he finds in seeing you happy.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 - perfume

you’re sitting on your bed, flipping through a magazine, when you hear a light knock on your door. “hey, can I come in?” jake’s familliar voice calls out from the other side.

“sure!” you reply, setting the magazine aside. as he steps in, you notice he’s holding a beautifully wrapped box, the corners tied with a silky ribbon.

“what’s this?” you asked curiously.

jake grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “open it and see!”

you carefully unwrap the box, revealing a stunning bottle of your favorite perfume, the one you always rave about. the familiar shape of the bottle brings an instant smile to your face. “jake! you remembered!”

“of course i did! i always remember,” he says, pride evident in his voice. “i figured it was time to restock your collection. i know how much you love this scent.”

you get up and give him a warm hug, breathing in the comforting mix of his cologne and the fresh scent of the perfume. “you always know how to make me happy. thank you!”

he chuckles, pulling back to look at you. “i just want to make sure you never run out. you wear it so well.”

you shake your head in delight, placing the perfume on your vanity. “i’ll always think of you when I wear it,” you say, feeling grateful for his thoughtful gesture.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 - chocolate

you’re at your desk, sorting through some papers, when you notice a familiar small box tucked beside your things. smiling, you pick it up and read the note stuck on top: “just because. - sunghoon.”

opening it, you’re greeted by the rich aroma of chocolate—a collection of your favorite flavors. dark, milk, hazelnut-filled, and even a few fruit-infused truffles.

it’s the third time this week sunghoon has surprised you with chocolate, each box seemingly chosen with extra care.

later, as you’re enjoying a piece, sunghoon walks in, catching you mid-bite.

“caught you!” he teases, grinning as he leans against the doorframe. “how’s today’s selection of sweets?”

you laugh, holding up the chocolate box. “perfect as always. i still don’t know how you manage to get these here without me noticing.”

he shrugs, looking pleased. “i have my ways,” he says, pretending to be mysterious. then, with a softer smile, he adds, “i just like knowing that you’re never without a little something sweet.”

you smile, feeling warmth spread through you. “well, thanks to you my lovely boyfriend, i’ve never been happier—or more stocked on chocolate.”

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 - jewelry

one quiet afternoon, sunoo shows up at your door with a mysterious grin and a small, velvet box in his hand.

“what’s that?” you ask, your curiosity piqued as he invites himself in and settles onto the couch beside you.

he just smiles, handing you the box without a word. inside, nestled against the satin, is a delicate silver bracelet, adorned with a tiny charm shaped like a star. your eyes widen in surprise as you look up at him. “sunoo, it’s beautiful! you didn’t have to…”

but he’s already lifting his wrist to show you a matching bracelet around his own. “it’s not just for you,” he says, looking at you with a gentle smile. “it’s for us. i found these and thought it would be a nice reminder… something we can both wear.”

a warm blush creeps onto your cheeks as you turn the bracelet over in your hand. “it’s perfect. thank you, sunoo.”

he beams, taking the bracelet from you and gently fastening it around your wrist. “now, every time you see it, you’ll know we’re connected—even if we’re not together.”

you reach out, holding his hand, and squeeze it. “i love it, really. but i love you more.”

he laughs, giving your hand a playful squeeze back. “good, because that’s the part of the gift i’m hoping you’ll keep forever.”

you both sit there, admiring your matching bracelets, feeling closer than ever as the sunlight filters through the room, casting a gentle glow over both of you.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 - flowers

the soft chime of the doorbell echoes through the house, pulling you from your cozy spot on the couch. you rise, curious about who could be at the door. as you open it, a burst of color greets you: jungwon stands there with a bright bouquet of flowers in hand, a broad smile stretching across his face.

“surprise!” he exclaims, presenting the bouquet like a trophy. the flowers are vibrant, a mix of sunflowers, daisies, and wildflowers, their sweet scent filling the air.

your eyes widen, and a smile blooms on your face. “oh, jungwon! they’re beautiful!” you reach out to take them, feeling the warmth of his enthusiasm radiate towards you.

“i thought you could use a little brightness today,” he says, stepping inside. “i know you’ve been busy with work and school, so i wanted to remind you that you’re doing an amazing job.”

you feel a swell of gratitude as you breathe in the flowers’ fresh scent. “you always know how to make my day better,” you reply, feeling the weight of your stress start to lift.

“i just love seeing that smile on your face,” he says, his voice sincere. “you deserve to be reminded how wonderful you are.”

as you arrange the flowers in a vase, jungwon leans against the counter, watching you with a soft smile. “every time you look at them, i want you to remember that you’re loved, no matter how tough things get.”

you glance back at him, your heart warming at his words. “thank you, jungwon . this really means a lot to me.”

he steps closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “you know i’ll always be here for you, right? just like these flowers, i’ll always try to bring a little color into your life.”

you lean into him, feeling the comfort of his embrace. “i’m so lucky to have you.”

he kisses your temple gently, and you close your eyes, savoring the moment. with jungwon by your side and flowers brightening the room, you know that no matter what challenges come your way, you’ll face them with a smile.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 - sunglasses

riki practically skips over to you, a mischievous grin plastered across his face and his hands hidden behind his back. you give him a curious look, and he finally reveals what he’s holding: two pairs of sunglasses, both sleek and stylish with tinted lenses.

“tada~ matching sunglasses,” he announces proudly, handing you one of the pairs. “i figured it was time to make you as cool as me.”

you laugh, slipping them on. “so, does this mean i get honorary 'riki’s fashion sidekick' status now?”

he nods, adjusting his own sunglasses as he strikes a dramatic pose. “absolutely. now we can both look this good,” he teases, winking at you from behind the lenses.

the two of you step out into the sunlight, instantly feeling like the coolest duo around. you both take turns posing, doing mock runway walks and playfully pointing at each other like you’re celebrities. riki laughs every time you strike a ridiculous pose, clutching his sides with giggles.

eventually, you both settle down, leaning against a wall, still wearing the shades and smiling widely at each other. “i think we should make this our thing,” riki says, nudging you. “matching sunglasses, everywhere we go.”

you nod, grinning. “agreed. it’s our official look.”

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[lcvclywon]

1:56 am | niki x female reader , best friends to ?, college au

── warnings: kissing, cursing, drinking, vomiting, skinship | wc: 1.31k

an | it's a canon event that i come onto this acc every few months js to write self projecting fics then dip, also new layout ig!

“Another shot!” it was the fifth time niki had heard you call those words out and he figured it was time to intervene before he would be lugging you home slung across his shoulders 

Before you could even grab the drink niki quickly downed the whole thing stopping you in your tracks – quite evidently leaving you annoyed. In all honesty niki was doing you a favour, he just inhaled two shots worth of tequila for you and he was never known to be big on hard liquor. Though his efforts remained in vain, from the corner of his eye he noticed the all too familiar glint of red plastic in your hand a bit too late – there goes your liver.

“YN come on I think that’s enough drinks for tonight-” niki insisted whilst attempting to push you away from the living room coffee table that had turned into a pseudo beer pong station – sticky with alcohol and swarmed by intoxicated laughing.

“Stop you’re so lame,” despite his firm grasp on your wrist you managed to put up a pretty hefty fight before wriggling yourself loose “I had like what- 5 drinks?”

“Plus 6 more at pregraming” karina managed to chime in – and of course that’s when she decides to join in the convo – much to your annoyance her comment completely juxtaposed her pouring tequila down your throat 15 minutes prior. 

Snapping a dirty glare you were about to defend yourself until niki’s voice boomed through your ears.

“11 drinks? Do you want to die of alcohol poisoning or something?” caring as always – god you hated that. 

Of course you knew niki cared about you, it was just – certain times his kindness felt misplaced. Like when you would offhandedly mention liking that cherry glazed lip gloss you saw displayed at a price far too high to be considered, yet the product was already in niki’s hand and checked out before you could even get a say. Or when you would find 10000 won slipped under your wallet after club meetings where you had been incessantly complaining about your growling stomach, a small note attached to it with his toddler like handwriting – laughable but endearing. Or the times you would find yourself flooded in club meetings and activity preparations, somehow niki always managed to lighten the load. You appreciated it really – but you could never get rid of the annoyance that brewed in your gut. 

“Does he do this for all his other friends? I mean we’re close but – there’s a line.”

He had to know the implications of his actions right? Or were you just imagining things you wanted. 

Your friendship always seemed to balance on a tightrope of something you knew wasn't platonic – but if you never acted on it hey, what’s the harm done? Who were you to decline his offers? He’s just kind, he’s nice. He’s just niki. 

This was just another instance of him caring far too much for your liking. It bothered you but you masked it with banter as always. “Dude I’m fine- like really it’s noth-” and suddenly the sickening sensation of warmth trickling up your throat plagued your senses. You made a B-line for the bathroom. 

Quickly following behind niki kneeled down behind you, his hands immediately rushing to hold your hair back as you puked your guts out (again.) and even though vomit was pouring out your throat somehow niki’s fingertips brushing against your cheek overpowered the burning sensation of bile gushing out. 

The warmth of his breath tickled the nape of your neck whilst his other hand reached over to trace circles on your back in attempts to soothe you. You were vomiting your guts out, the least romantic situation one could be in, and you could only focus on niki’s gaze burning into the back of your head. 

Shooting your head up niki reached to wipe your mouth with discarded tissue paper, quietly mumbling under his breath “yeah that’s enough for today…” and for once you could only nod. 

The trip back to his apartment was a blur. You could only really remember the frustration that lingered in his words as he muttered “you’re two years older, why am I the one having to take care of you…” suddenly you were transported back to when you were 6 sitting through your mothers scoldings.

His frustrated pout and furrowed eyebrows however didn’t bring out the same fear your mother did though, you could only giggle thinking about how funny this whole situation was. Looping your arm with his you feigned innocence, putting on your best pout and repeated apologies (you never meant them) until you reached his shabby studio apartment. 

“Stop YN…” his tone unusually firm, you took notice to how he attempted to remove his arms from your grasp. Huh, why did that bother you?

“Wait – are you seriously mad?” you were shocked but in all honesty it wouldn’t be too surprising considering he had cleaned up your messes far too many times to count. Trailing behind him like a puppy you awaited a response whilst he picked through his clothes to find something suitable for you to wear. Your eyes drilled in on his expression, he seemed- uneasy.

“No YN it’s-” sighing out he handed you his worn grey shirt that was five sizes too big and a pair of grey sweatpants that you knew you would have to fold over just for them to barely hang on your hips “you’re just always like this when you’re drunk”

“Like what?”

“Just, insincere.” Now what the hell was that supposed to mean? “Just change we can talk in the morning”

You were in awe. Niki was being uncharacteristically moody and you really couldn’t pinpoint why. A part of you felt annoyed that he even had the audacity to talk about insincerity when none of his actions were ever genuine either. At least you never thought they were. 

Slipping into his oversized clothing that hung over you like a drape you made your way to his bed and laid down beside him as he leaned against the headboard picking aggressively at the loose seams in his shirt. 

“You’re just-” he finally started, still avoiding your gaze though “you get too clingy…” the position you guys were in really didn’t help your case too much either 

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“It’s just, none of this feels right when it’s ingenuine” he said before adjusting himself to lay flat next to her.

“Do you want it to be or something?”

Silence. 

“You know I could honestly say the same thing about you though,” even whilst bickering your hand seemed to find its way to the dip of his collarbones, tracing circles across its smooth exterior “don’t you know what your actions mean?”

“Yeah, I do” 

You could only laugh in disbelief, yeah and he wants to talk about not being genuine.

“You don’t stop me though” his hands found themselves nested in your knotted hair, looping it back and forth between his fingers. He wasn’t wrong, you never did stop him, perhaps it was because you never felt like it was too much of a big deal – or maybe a small part of you hoped he would finally get enough of your oblivion and cross the line. 

Engulfed in silence you could only gaze down at his fingers that were now entangled with yours, his hands previously playing with your locks of hair now adjusted to nest you close to his chest for you to hear his heartbeat. You figured your silence was enough of an answer – it always was. 

Drifting off to sleep you felt the gentle pressure of his lips on the top of your forehead before muttering out that you were probably tired in lieu of a goodnight. 

Somehow it always ended this way, and somehow you’d rather settle for that than an answer.

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[floueris]

College boyfriend! riki

College boyfriend! Riki x stem gf

genre : crack, fluff

summary : Riki as your college boyfriend

College boyfriend! riki who is a history major

College boyfriend! riki who was so excited to finally be able to join his hyungs in uni

College boyfriend! riki who you met in high school (self promo but classmate! riki fic is here)

College boyfriend! riki who is smitten with you his stem major gf!

College boyfriend! riki who always makes it a point to try to have breakfast together before either of y’all’s first class (GUYS ITS THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS OKAY, I’m screaming bye, me when)

College boyfriend! riki who tries to have at least lunch, dinner or supper with you if he isn’t able to meet you for breakfast that day

College boyfriend! riki who if he isn’t able meet you that day would always try to leave things in your bag the previous day for a little surprise as he says

College boyfriend! riki whose favourite thing to leave in your bag is a cute love notes telling you how pretty you are or how smart you are and it’s because you always gets extra affectionate after you find them

College boyfriend! riki who is in the dance and baseball team (i KNOWWWW so many people would say basketball but like have u seen that vlog with him and jake, bro has a mean pitch)

College boyfriend! riki who gets extra clingy when tired he is tired (he thinks you are his battery pack, being clingy with you only recharges his energy)

College boyfriend! riki who is a very hardworking person and juggles his time well

College boyfriend! riki who loves to go on study dates with you after school (only because you make studying less tiring when you are there with him)

College boyfriend! riki who enjoys the peace and comfortable silence during these dates (also because he thinks you are really hot like REALLLY HOTTTT when you are focusing on something)

College boyfriend! riki who is elated when he found out that you want to minor in history

College boyfriend! riki who basically becomes your tutor the moment you have a history related module

College boyfriend! riki who is such a good tutor, only because of the rewards that he gets after you do well on a test (his reward being kisses LOL)

College boyfriend! riki who sits beside you during these tutoring sessions

College boyfriend! riki who has an arm around your chair

College boyfriend! riki who feels that you are too far and grabs the base of your chair to pull you closer to him (PLEASEEEEE I NEED HIM SO SO SO BAD, honestly if someone did this to me I would fold SOOO BAD)

College boyfriend! riki who gets a little all up in your face when he is trying to explain an important concept

College boyfriend! riki who does it on purpose because he wanted to see your flushed ears

College boyfriend! riki who then tucks your hair behind your ear and gives you a loud smooch on your cheek

College boyfriend! riki who can’t help but giggle when you smack his sturdy chest in shock and embarrassment

College boyfriend! riki who can’t help but look at you with a love struck expression as you clear your throat and compose yourself

College boyfriend! riki who thinks your the cutest, kindest, most gorgeous, most perfect person he’s ever met

College boyfriend! riki who just can’t help loving you more and more as the days goes by

College boyfriend! riki who always get a warm feeling, like how a hot drink feels on a freezing day every time he sees you

College boyfriend! riki who is so utterly and helpless in love with you even though you guys have been together for a while

A/n : someone save me please , I’m TEWWWWWWW DOWN BAD FOR RIKI OMFGGGG, I literally need to start dating him or else I’m going to start crying ( guys in all seriousness this is a joke🙏 para-social relationships aren’t healthy 🙏🤫) also self projecting a little because STEM IS CRAZY

[leaderwonim]

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part two | part three | part four

pairing. toxic situationship!nishimura riki x fem!reader

warnings. very toxic (obviously), riki is very blunt and noncommittal, they do couple stuff but they’re NOT a couple, reader just sucks it up at end of the day

[reve-writes]

— a rush, a glance ; dan heng.

╰‧₊˚✩ॱ˖ honkai: star rail — dan heng — 3k words. ╰‧₊˚✩ॱ˖ summary — you might have fallen at the first kiss — well, technically, CPR — and you couldn't grapple with the fact. but perhaps the struggle went both ways. ╰‧₊˚✩ॱ˖ content — awkward pining for each other, like a lot of being awkward, trailblazer reader, lots of blushing, allusions to dan heng's past, reader is such a simp, kissing.

When you came to, you felt a foreign weight on your lips — soft, warm, and candy-like in that it was sweet. Your eyes fluttered open and you were gazing into a pair of blue-green irises, harbouring a ceaseless depth you could see yourself getting lost in. In a rush, your senses fully came back to you and you inhaled sharply, felt his nose graze yours, felt the heaviness of his palm on the side of your face, tilting it towards him.

When you tried to speak, your lips brushed against his. His body tensed, and like you, his limbs were those of a statue, stubbornly still, cast in place.

So, this was what a kiss felt like.

A higher-pitched voice shocked you back into sobriety. Drunk on the feel of him against yours, everywhere he had not touched felt colder, and the points of contact were molten. "You're awake! Dan Heng, your CPR actually worked!"

The second figure pulled him off of you, air rushed into your lungs immediately and you let out a sigh. Dan Heng cleared his throat, throwing his gaze to the side. The apples of his cheeks burned red.

He was beautiful, almost otherworldly so.

He sighed often.

You picked up on it early on. Dan Heng sighed a lot when March uttered something outlandish, before tasting Himeko's coffee, or as you barged into the Archives to browse through his notes. He didn't have to be in a certain mood to sigh and you began to be able to differentiate between exasperation and contentment and neutrality. Sometimes, he sighed affectionately, out of amusement.

And sometimes, you were the root of it, and it had you feeling like a feather, like you could be a pair of wings soaring through the star-littered cosmos.

"You would think—" A sneeze. "—that with a Stellaron in me, I should at least be immune from a cold."

He sighed, shaking his head. Was it empathy? No. His lips were pulled into a tight line, an attempt to conceal — Amusement. You pouted even as your insides felt warmer, lips tingling with the memory of pressing against his.

"Let's go back to the Express for now," he said, supplied with a worried glance. "We'll find something for your ailments."

Jarilo-VI was a snow-blanketed planet, showered by constant snowfall. The perpetual cold was biting and cruel on the Trailblazers, particularly you. From the moment you landed, you hadn't been able to breathe through your nose.

"We shouldn't," you protested. "I'll be okay once we get to the city. With the stellaron crisis, I should be the least of our concerns."

Unconvinced, Dan Heng lingered even as you had already trudged onwards, snow crunching underneath your boots. You abruptly came to a halt, tilting your head back and he assumed you were anticipating another sneeze, but you continued to follow through, falling backwards. He dashed to catch you before you fell to the ground, calling your name in a low, worried tone.

"I'm alright," you said, even though you were fully leaning against him for support. His hand was warm and solid as it held your shoulder, pressing you to him to keep you from lurching as you were unsteady on your feet.

"Can you hear me?" His voice sounded far away, as if you had a film over your ears. You could barely open your eyes, the white brightness of everything was a blinding stab to your vision.

You hummed in confirmation, but the next sentence he spoke fell as incoherent mumbling in your ears. Dan Heng's face scrunched as he took your temperatures, his cold hand stung by the heat of your forehead. "You're burning up."

"You're just really cold."

Then there was nothing. You didn't remember much — if anything, you had no recollection of what happened after. When you came to, there was a familiar weight on your hand and a familiar scratch of your sheets against your skin. Your eyes, though bleary, could gather that you were back in your room on the Express. You moved to pull your hand to rub your eyes; all it did was stir Dan Heng's sleeping form, sitting at the side of your bed. His grip tightened, long-fingered hands locking around yours.

"Dan Heng?" Your voice scratched against your throat, coming out in a hoarse croak. "What happened?"

Dan Heng buried his face into the crook of his elbow, letting out a soft hum. Not fully awake yet, he stayed clutching your hand, which was getting sweatier by the second. It was too casual; you didn't touch each other this way. Every time you did, it felt as if your stomach was flipped inside out, bleeding acid into your veins.

Your free hand reached to touch his head, nudge him awake, but the moment you made contact, you couldn't resist brushing your fingers through the black strands. So soft, too soft. To your delight and horror, he leaned into the touch, like a nuzzling cat. With a content sigh, he slipped into a shallow slumber once more.

You sat up, leaning closer to let your gaze rampant on his features: the long lashes fanning his cheeks, the hook of his nose and his lips. His lips.

"We're back!" March's voice echoed from the other side of the door. You jolted backwards, falling over the other side of your bed to the ground with a loud thud. Dan Heng sat up, startled. Your door slid open as you were scrambling to get off your butt. "___. Dan Heng. How has it been without me?"

"___?" Dan Heng's voice had deepened into a sleepy rasp. "What — Have you recovered? You are on the floor because...?"

March chuckled, muttering something about your silliness as she circled around your bed to help you up. Your cheeks flushed, going lightheaded from standing up too fast and being throttled by acute embarrassment.

"I was startled and fell down," you protested. "Thanks to you, March."

"How is that my fault?" March pouted.

"I need to check your temperatures," said Dan Heng. He paused, clearing his throat, hand hovering hesitantly. "May I?"

You leaned your body forward, over your single bed, and he reached over to press the back of his hand on your forehead, on your neck, before dropping back to his side. His phantom touch remained, causing you to crease your brow. "Hm, I think the fever has gone down."

"That's good news," said March. "We were all worried sick. Dan Heng hasn't been sleeping much. He won't even leave until Mr. Yang dragged him out."

You turned to look at Dan Heng. He stared back, like he was caught doing something he shouldn't, and briskly looked away.

Clearing his throat, he said, "March, is everyone back? I need to talk to Mr. Yang about the... mission."

March waved her hand. "I'll go! I'm glad you're all better now, ___. The Express was too quiet without you."

"That's not—" Dan Heng started, but March was already retreating, the door slid shut behind her. "—necessary."

You wrung your fingers together. "I'm sorry for causing a lot of trouble. Thank you for taking care of me."

Dan Heng hummed as he stretched his neck, tilting his head towards his left shoulder, and then right. "I would not have let you freeze down there. March is correct in that it has been a bit quiet since you fell ill."

"She's livelier than the both of us combined. She doesn't need me to cook up a ruckus," you joked.

"You're not wrong." A fond smile appeared on his lips.

Out of curiosity, you asked, "Did you carry me all the way back?"

"To the best of my abilities, yes," he replied. "I'm just glad you are well. It was quite a scare. You've been in-and-out of consciousness for two days. Himeko, Mr. Yang and March had gone ahead to investigate the stellaron disturbance."

"I'm sorry," you apologised again. "Why do I always fall unconscious when you're around?"

"There's no need to apologise," he reassured. "And as for your question, I have been wondering as well."

His sighed, lips quirking into an amused smile. You were a feather, you were soaring.

"Do you have an entry about me?" You wondered, face hovering over his shoulder as he navigated the Data Bank, tapping and swiping at the screen with his long fingers.

"It is a work-in-progress," he replied. He was skimming through the data he had gathered about the Xianzhou Alliance, but you were hardly paying attention. You tilted your face to the side slightly, taking in his profile, noticing the smudged red under his eye, the intricate swirls of his earring. Oblivious, he asked, "What else would you like to see?"

"What's your favourite entry?"

"Well—" A mistake. He turned his head to the side, ending up face-to-face with you. Breath ghosting over your face, he stiffened, hand gripping the edge of the desk. You were stunned frozen in place, not unlike the ice statues littering the snow plains of the Jarilo-VI.

His eyes were blue and green and clear, the unbroken surface of a lake.

"You're really pretty," you blurted out. Your eyes widened as you straightened up, placing your palm over your mouth. Dan Heng pursed his lips, pink dusting his cheeks. "Shit—sorry. I don't know why I said that. Sorry."

"No, it's — it's alright," he said, quelling your sputtering. "That was flattering."

"Oh."

"I do find you... to be 'pretty' as well."

"Oh." What does that mean? You laughed, the sound off-kilter, borderline disorienting. The stuffy atmosphere in the Archives must be getting to your heads. "I think I need some air, don't you?"

He frowned. "We can leave the door open, if you wish."

"It's okay!" You were already stepping backwards, stumbling over the steps. You pointed at the door with your thumb without turning around. "I'll just—I'll check on everyone at the parlor."

Desperate to leave, the small square of his room was closing in on you. Your chest constricted, squeezed by a slither of not-so-unpleasant emotions. You felt full. You felt empty. You felt like lurching out of the window to gaze directly at the stars, or running to your room and scurry under your bed.

You found yourself face-to-face with the door and tried sliding it open, failing to do so.

"Is it locked?" He asked, chair scratching the flooring as he stood. Before you could reply, his long legs carried him towards you in an instant. You felt him behind you — around you. The brush of his arm was electric through your clothes as he pressed the dial of the door to unlock it.

You could have done that yourself.

The door slid open smoothly, but you stayed rooted in place for a beat or so. Until he called your name and your entire form seized up, like a startled squirrel ready to bolt. Everything was warm, your face, your neck, the tips of your ears.

As you dashed out of the Archives, you thought you might be coming down with another fever.

The night before your planned arrival at Xianzhou Luofu, you were unable to sleep. Trailblazing expeditions had a way of lighting your nerves, turning you into a bundle of nervous energy and anticipation. Sleep evaded you, or perhaps you were driving it away with all the tossing and turning.

To your surprise, your phone lit up — an unmissable flash in the dark interior of your room. You stretched your hand, reaching out to your nightstand. Your heartbeat thumped wildly at the name which appeared, hand sweaty as you tapped your screen.

Dan Heng

Are you awake?

Should you ignore it? You had been avoiding being alone with the Xianzhou native as of late. Not to his fault. You were the weirdo, this much you were aware. Gnawing at your lips, you typed out:

yes

Would it be an inconvenient time to talk?

not at all

should i find you at the archives?

No. Give me a moment.

A moment passed, there was a knock at your door. You called out for him to come in. Your door slid open with a loud rumble — perhaps not so loud during the day, but the early dawn hours had a tendency to distort one's senses.

"Hello," you greeted. He was briefly illuminated by the light flooding in from the hallway before your door slid back to a close. His hair — usually a perfect fall of jet black strands, had pieces sticking up. His bangs were swept up as well, revealing his forehead. He had shed his robes and tunic for a sleep shirt and trousers. It was the first time you'd seen him so unkempt, as if he was peeling back a layer of himself, showing you a part not meant for just anyone.

"Hello," he said, not knowing what to do with himself as he stood by your bed.

Obviously you were not going to invite him to bed. You didn't have that kind of friendship where you could lie side-by-side on a bed too small for two and be fine. At best, your palms would sweat and shake just from your shoulder being pressed against his. At worst, your heart might palpitate and burst.

"We can sit down," you suggested, pointing at the window seat, a few steps from your bed. It wasn't like March's, crowded with stuffed toys and yards of blankets. You hadn't had the time to find things to fill it, only a cushion with a couple of pillows in one corner.

He hummed and followed you as you sat down, crossing your legs, facing out towards the glass. He joined you, leaning against the backrest, legs stretching across the floor as he looked into the darkness of your room.

You could hear him swallow.

"You wanted to talk?" It was so quiet that you spoke in hushed tones — as if the whole universe was asleep, and you were the only ones awake. A thrill sizzled in your blood. The air was crackling with something like potential.

"Since you're departing in the morning," he said, sighing — Distress. "The Xianzhou... I'm afraid you will discover things about me that would alter the way you, and everyone, view me."

You could feel his gaze on you even when you were so intent to avoid it, opting to trace patterns connecting the stars outside.

"Alter how?" You asked.

"Who knows? At worst, you might find me abhorrent."

"Whoa, that is a strong word." Naturally, you were curious. What had he done? Theft? Mutiny? Murder?

"Appalling? Horrid? The adjective hardly matters." He leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. His voice was unapologetically bare, a vulnerable thing. "I find myself dreading that prospect."

Finally, you turned to look at him, studying the far away look he had. It tugged at your heartstrings. You reached for his hand, which was pressing against the cushion, propping himself up. "I could never hate you."

His head swiveled, there was bewilderment in his eyes, either from your admission or the sudden contact. You couldn't tell.

"There is little truth in that."

Despite his skepticism, he sat up straighter, turned his palm over to hold your hand in his and squeezed.

"You underestimate just how much I like you, Dan Heng." His eyebrows hiked upwards. Abruptly, cautiously, you added, "Just how much everyone likes you and appreciates you for what you do here."

He sighed — Unreadable, this time. "I guess we will know when the time comes. I suppose I should leave you be now."

He withdrew his hand and with it, his vulnerability, as he stood up, brushing himself off. You scrambled, turning around to face him fully, hands desperately clutching around his arm before he could leave. During the day, you weren't sure you could be so daring. But it was past midnight, the world caught between dreams and truths. Your breathing picked up as you spoke, trying to seize the chance before the moment passed. Word after word tumbled out of your lips in quick succession.

"I mean what I said. I think whatever it is you did, I will somehow justify it in my head. I like you too much, in a way that's foolish enough for me to do everything I can to keep liking you. If that makes sense. Even if the entire world makes an enemy out of you, I'll always have an excuse for you."

He looked at you — really looked. His scrutiny was so intense that you averted your gaze to the floor. It didn't last long before he placed his fingers under your chin, coaxing you to look up gently.

"And that is the truth?"

You nod. "Nothing but the truth."

"You like me," he repeated, breath fanning your face. The closeness with which you were staring at each other was thrilling, like the disorienting lurch of the Express during a warp. "In what way?"

"Whichever way you would accept."

His hand was shaking as much as yours. "Then what would you accept from me?"

It felt like a cresting wave, like the ringing silence between an explosion and the sound, the empty seconds between lightning and thunder. You held the key to let it crash and strike, indulge yourself in it.

And so you did.

"A kiss, for starters."

The floodgates opened, waves crashing, a pleasant relief in your heart as he leaned down and gave you what you asked for. His lips — warm, soft and candy-like in that it was sweet — moved over yours. You were full and heady, the simultaneous familiarity and unfamiliarity gave you a rush. He did not let up, pressing forward, hiking a knee on the cushion, between your thighs. His hand slid up your waist, brushed the side of your ribcage, settling at your jaw. The other braced himself on the windowsill as he hovered over you. Your hands tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck. You felt him sigh into your mouth — Content.

You wanted him, all of him, and you knew that you needed to only ask, and he would give it.

dan heng maybe makes me a little breathless. maybe a little bit. just maybe a tiny teensy bit. i tried to keep him in character as much as i can but i kinda suck at that so im sorry. thank you for reading ♡ im trying to build my ruan mei nowadays bc i impulsively pulled for her

[dazzlingjaeyun]

𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧 (𝐨𝐭𝟕)

✧ just very short drabbles of how enhypen would spend time with their s/o

bf!enhypen x fem!reader (seperately)

୨୧ genre: pure fluff | words: 250-300 per member | cw: these are mostly very cliché, skinship, mentions of food ୨୧

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- ', lee heeseung ; 290 words ꒱ ↷

boyfriend!heeseung, being the gamer that he is, would definitely spend a lot of his free time in front of his computer – even when spending time with his significant other.

however, he would never make you feel left out or like he didn't care about you. he would always find a way to include you, exactly according to your needs.

you just want some time with him close to you? he'll carefully pull you down to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around you tightly as soon as you get comfortable (making sure to turn down the volume and keep his occasional comments to himself whenever you fall asleep).

you want to get involved in the game? he'll let you sit on his lap, his chest softly pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around you as he guides your hands to show you how it works, eventually letting you play without his help once you get the hang of it. he'll smile proudly whenever you win, hugging you a little tighter and pressing a rewarding kiss on your cheek. "that's my girl."

you want to just watch him play? he'll let you, trying his best to not only look extra handsome for you but also to show you the best side of his skills.

you want to talk to him? he'll pause his game immediately (or leave his friends hanging if he's playing online where he cannot click pause), giving you his full attention – no matter if you want to talk to him about something serious or if you just want to tell him something you'd consider insignificant, such as what you had for breakfast.

"you know you're always my priority. you come first, gaming comes second."

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- ', park jongseong ; 272 words ꒱ ↷

cooking is definitely one of jay's many ways to express his love for the people he cares about. when it comes to his significant other, boyfriend!jay would not only love to prepare meals for them, but also enjoy cooking together.

you'd stand in the kitchen of your shared apartment next to him, helping him prepare the ingredients for a new recipe he wanted to try with you (he'd tell you he randomly came across it, but in reality, he had been scrolling through countless websites the night before while you were fast asleep, trying to find something new to create out of your favorite ingredients).

although fully trusting you and your skills, jay would always glance over at you, making sure you didn't accidentally get hurt.

once the two of you had successfully prepared everything, he would start the actual cooking. you'd sit on top of the kitchen counter next to the stove (but far enough away to not get burnt or splashed with food, as per jay's instructions), reading out the recipe so he could follow the steps. whenever it's time to taste-test, he'd give you a spoonful of the food to make sure it suits your liking.

of course, he'd let you cook with him whenever you wanted, but he'd just love to spoil you (and to show off his skills to you, hoping it would make you fall for him even more, which – spoiler alert – it would).

whenever you eat together, it wouldn't matter much whether you engage in a lively conversation or just stay in comfortable silence. as long as you're with jay, everything feels just fine.

- ', sim jaeyun ; 288 words ꒱ ↷

as jake's significant other, you'd always have to share his heart with his beloved pet dog layla. luckily enough, you were just as in love with her as your boyfriend!jake – and she seemed to love you equally.

safe to say, quality time with jake would, at least many times, also include her.

you'd love taking long walks in the park with her, taking turns holding her leash, and letting her run free wherever it was permitted. jake would look at you lovingly whenever you knelt down to pet her or to pick up one of the toy balls she loved to play fetch with (sometimes, he would allow himself to wonder if you were equally loving and caring with children and how it would be to have your own little family with him).

"watch this," you'd tell him, before showing him a trick you had secretly practiced with layla whenever jake wasn't around. he'd smile proudly at the two of you, quick to kneel down and praise layla with some affectionate words and a treat or two.

every once in a while, you and jake would playfully fight over layla's parenthood, you claiming that you had the right to be her mom officially, now that she chose to lay her head on your lap instead of his during your weekly movie night, and jake playfully telling you to "know your limits" (he wouldn't state the obvious: that she only chose you over him because the bowl of chips was on your lap and she was probably waiting for something to fall down).

"so you do love her more than me!" you'd shout jokingly, to which jake would whisper, "don't tell her, but i love you both equally."

- ', park sunghoon ; 265 words ꒱ ↷

as an ex-athlete, boyfriend!sunghoon would love to take his significant other on ice skating dates from time to time.

although not being an active figure skater anymore, he'd feel the happiest at the ice rink – and he'd love to share his passion with you.

the first few times, sunghoon would be extra careful, making sure you didn't get hurt or feel uncomfortable. he would stand in front of you, grabbing both of your hands in his. "just hold onto me, alright?" he'd say as he effortlessly skated backwards, pulling you with him (he'd claim he did that so you could get used to the feeling of being on the ice, but in reality, he just loved seeing the smile that spread across your lips as you slowly moved forward).

after you got the hang of it, the two of you would skate next to each other with your fingers intertwined, or you'd challenge him to a race (which you knew you'd lose, but seeing how he could speed up so effortlessly was just too remarkable). sometimes, sunghoon would let his competitiveness take over, but more often than not, he would still let you win, loving the way you'd cheer happily and enduring all your playful mocking – as long as it meant he could see you smile.

he'd be surprised when you told him you wanted to learn how to do a spin, but he'd be more than willing to teach you patiently.

when you'd finally get it right, he'd smile at you proudly. "see, that's why we're meant for each other, you're a natural."

- ', kim seonwoo ; 256 words ꒱ ↷

there's no one who's as much into skincare as sunoo, so naturally, he'd love to spend at-home spa days with his significant other.

after a nice bath with a bath bomb the two of you had picked out together, boyfriend!sunoo would softly apply body lotion to your back where you couldn't reach, before helping you into your robe and tying it carefully.

sunoo would open the drawer that contains his skincare, picking out just the right products for your skin's current needs. once you're back in his room, he'd instruct you to lay down on your back so he could apply the products to your skin, his hands gliding across your face in soft motions. he'd love to take his time, making sure you felt good in the process, too.

given the perfection of his skin, you'd be extra careful when it's your turn to take care of his face, not wanting to irritate it in any way. sunoo's heart would warm at the way you'd caress his face with such care, making it hard for him not to jump up and squish you in a tight hug.

"don't be scared, baby, i'm not going to break," he'd say with a playful smile, to which you'd pout your lips.

"but you're so perfect, i don't want to ruin it!" your reply would make sunoo's heart flutter even more.

he'd take your hand and bring it to his lips to place a short kiss on the back of it. "a perfect boyfriend for a perfect girlfriend."

- ', yang jungwon ; 289 words ꒱ ↷

i feel like boyfriend!jungwon would love to go on cute little dates with his significant other, keeping a good balance between exploring new places and going back to your favorites.

as ordinary as this may sound, with jungwon, you'd never get bored. not only because he'd always find the best places to go, the most fun activities to do, or the most delicious restaurants to try, but he'd also always share the most random thoughts that would come to his mind, always giving you a reason to either giggle or leaving you wondering what was going on inside his head.

for your first date, wanting it to be different from the usual first dates, he'd take you to a botanical garden, showering you with the most random facts about the most random plants (he'd claim that he was a natural when it comes to plants, while in reality, he had studied all different kinds of biology books in hopes of impressing you on your first date. only months later, when his cactus injang died, you'd find out that he wasn't that much of a natural after all).

whenever he'd take you to the cute cat café at the other end of town, he'd spend his time smiling brightly at the way you interacted with the pets, while keeping the one cat that always came running to him on his lap, petting it softly and occasionally meowing back at it. "look, y/n, this one looks like she likes to eat yogurt," he'd say, to which you'd chuckle gently, wondering where he'd gotten this idea from.

"and what do i look like?" you'd ask, smiling extra cutely, hoping you could fish for a compliment.

"you? you look like my future wife."

- ', nishimura riki ; 258 words ꒱ ↷

riki = dance, dance = riki. that's why riki would for sure love to have a significant other who is at least half as passionate about dancing as he is. boyfriend!riki wouldn't need his partner to be at his level, but since he'd love to spend his free time dancing, he'd love to share his passion with his significant other.

you'd always be impressed by how incredible he was, knowing that all his skills were gained from endless hours of practice. sometimes, you'd need to physically drag him out of the studio and to your shared apartment to make sure he'd get the rest he needed.

he'd love to let you watch random dance jams just as much as well-practiced choreographies. of course, he'd let you join him, challenging you to a battle from time to time. whenever you'd ask him to teach you something new, he'd immediately agree, patiently practicing with you until you were satisfied with it.

needless to say, the two of you would dance together as well, finding joy in the way your bodies synced and feeling closer and more connected to each other than ever.

whenever exhaustion took over, the both of you would lay down on the parquet floor, panting until you caught your breath. after some moments in silence, riki would pull you closer to him, your head on his chest, so you could listen to his heartbeat.

"you're getting better every day, y/n. guess i gotta practice harder or one day you'll surpass me. i could never let that slide."

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heeseung notices you haven’t been smiling much lately and starts to worry. when you finally tell him you’re insecure about your smile, he looks at you with disbelief and says, “you’re joking, right, princess? your smile is beautiful. i could stare at it all day.” he gently grabs your chin, making you look into his eyes, giving you a look “please don’t feel that way,” he whispers before peppering your face with soft kisses.

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 (박종성)

jay notices you keep covering your mouth in photos. at first, he doesn’t think much of it, but then he starts noticing you doing it every single time. concerned, he finally asks you about it. when you admit that you’re insecure about your smile, he looks at you and says, “are you kidding me? you look beautiful with your smile.” he pauses, then adds softly, “do you know the reason why I fell in love with you? because of your pretty smile.” he looks into your eyes. “love, you’re beautiful the way you are.” with that, he kisses your forehead softly.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 (심재윤)

jake notices you covering your smile, and he gently says, "baby, i want to see your pretty smile." you hesitate, but he persists, "what's wrong?" when you finally admit that you're insecure about your smile, he immediately reassures you, "don't be, because i love your smile. It's one of the things I love most about you." with that, he leans in and kisses your lips softly, letting you melt into his kiss.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 (박성훈)

sunghoon notices how you often cover your smile. he's always been able to pick up on the smallest things about you. one day, while you're both sitting together, he decides to bring it up. "hey, why do you keep covering your smile?" he asks, his eyes full of concern. you admit you're insecure. he tilts his head, genuinely curious. "why are you insecure about that? your smile is pretty, and i love it. it's the prettiest thing about you. his words make your heart flutter, and you can't help but smile, this time without covering it.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 (김선우)

you and sunoo are sitting together, chatting about random things, when you decide to ask him a question that's been on your mind. "what do you think of my smile?" you ask, trying to sound casual. sunoo looks at you, his eyes lighting up. "your smile? i love it. it's a smile that lights up my whole day and gives me butterflies in my stomach." you feel your heart flutter at his words, but the insecurity still lingers. "really? because… i'm actually really insecure about it." his eyes widen in disbelief. "are you serious? your smile is beautiful. i love it," he says, gently taking your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. a small, genuine smile forms on your lips.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 (양정원)

you're feeling insecure about your smile, so you finally tell jungwon, your boyfriend. he listens attentively, his expression softening as he gently takes your hands in his. "hey, don't say that, baby," he murmurs earnestly. "your smile lights up the room, you know? it's one of the things i adore about you." he brushes a stray hair from your face, his thumb tracing a soothing path on your cheek. "you're beautiful just the way you are, okay?" his reassuring words calm your nerves, and you can't help but smile softly as he pulls you into a warm hug.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 (西村力)

you sit beside riki, nervously avoiding his gaze as you fidget with your fingers. he notices your unease and gently tilts your chin up with his finger, making you meet his warm gaze. "what's on your mind?" he asks softly, concern evident in his eyes. you bite your lip, hesitant to voice your insecurity about your smile. riki smiles reassuringly. "hey, come on, let's turn that frown upside down," he says earnestly, his voice gentle yet firm. prompting you a soft laughter from your lips. "it's uniquely you, and that's what I love about it." his words dissolve your worries, and you find yourself smiling more freely.

[enhyunj]

ENHYPEN HCS ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆.

pair: bf!enha x afab!reader

total word count: 1.8k

genre: fluff!

warnings: a tiny bit suggestive (hee, jake, jay), super fluffy!! (remember this is fiction so some members may not act how they usually would, it’s my imagination!)

prompt: enhypen and their favorite type of kiss! :3

starts under the cut!!

HEESEUNG — NECK KISSES

The soft glow of the evening light filters through the curtains, casting a warm hue across the room. You and Heeseung are lying on the bed, limbs tangled together in a comfortable embrace. The atmosphere is calm, the kind of peacefulness that comes from simply being in each other’s presence.

“You’re so warm,” you mumble, your voice muffled against Heeseung’s chest as you burrow closer, seeking out more of his comforting heat.

Heeseung’s lips curve into a gentle smile, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles on your back. “That’s because you’re so close,” he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble that vibrates through his chest.

You let out a contented sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as you relax into him. “I could stay like this forever,” you whisper, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath you.

Heeseung chuckles quietly, his hand moving up to gently stroke your hair. “I wouldn’t mind that,” he replies, his voice low and sincere.

After a few moments, Heeseung shifts slightly, his lips brushing against the side of your neck in a tender, lingering kiss. The sensation is warm and intimate, sending a shiver down your spine. Heeseung continues his slow exploration, his lips trailing up and down the column of your neck, each kiss leaving behind a trail of warmth.

“Heeseung…” you breathe, your voice trembling with emotion as you tilt your head to give him better access.

“Hm?” Heeseung hums in response, his lips curving into a small smile against your skin.

You can feel your heart beating faster, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

Heeseung lets out a soft laugh, his breath warm against your neck. “Maybe,” he replies, his voice teasing yet affectionate. “But I can’t help it. You’re just too irresistible.”

You feel a flush of warmth spread through your chest, your heart swelling with affection for the boy who makes you feel so cherished. “I think I’m okay with that,” you whisper, your voice full of sincerity.

Heeseung presses one final kiss to the sensitive spot just below your ear, his voice soft and filled with emotion as he murmurs, “Good. Because I’m not planning on stopping anytime soon.”

JAY — ESKIMO & EARLOBE KISSES

jay has his arm around you, pulling you close as you sit in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the moment.

“You know, this is nice,” Jay says softly, his voice breaking the silence as he turns to look at you.

You smile, leaning into his side. “Yeah, it is,” you agree, your voice just as soft. “I could stay like this forever.”

Jay’s lips curve into a small smile, his eyes soft as he looks at you. “Me too,” he murmurs, his voice full of warmth.

Without warning, Jay leans in close, his nose brushing against yours in a gentle Eskimo kiss. The gesture is so sweet and unexpected that you can’t help but giggle, your heart fluttering at the tenderness in his eyes.

“You’re so cute,” you tease, your voice full of affection.

Jay’s smile widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he presses another Eskimo kiss to your nose. “Not as cute as you,” he teases back, his voice light and playful.

But before you can respond, Jay’s lips move to your ear, brushing against your earlobe in a soft, lingering kiss. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, your breath catching in your throat as you feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

“Jay…” you breathe, your voice trembling with emotion as you tilt your head slightly to give him better access.

Jay chuckles softly, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Does that feel good?” he asks, his voice low and intimate.

You nod, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair. “Yeah,” you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jay’s smile softens, his lips brushing against your earlobe one last time before he pulls back slightly to look at you. “I love you, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice full of sincerity.

You feel your heart swell with emotion, your eyes shining as you look up at him. “I love you too,” you whisper back, pulling him close for a tender kiss.

JAKE — FRENCH KISSES (FT. SPIDER-MAN KISS)

Jake is full of energy, as always. He has that mischievous grin on his face, the one that means he’s up to something. You can see it coming a mile away, but you can’t help but play along.

“You’re really going to do it, aren’t you?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as Jake dangles upside down from the edge of the couch, his face hovering just inches above yours.

Jake’s grin widens, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Of course I am. I’ve always wanted to try this,” he says, his voice full of playful enthusiasm.

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re such a dork,” you tease, but the affection in your voice is unmistakable.

Jake doesn’t miss a beat. “But I’m your dork,” he shoots back, leaning in to capture your lips in a playful, upside-down kiss.

The kiss is light and fun, the kind of kiss that makes your heart flutter with the sheer joy of being with someone so full of life. But as the kiss continues, it gradually deepens, the playful energy giving way to something more passionate.

Jake’s lips move against yours with a practiced ease, his hands reaching up to cup your face, holding you close as he tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss. You feel your breath catch in your throat as Jake’s tongue brushes against your lips, asking for entry. You eagerly part your lips, welcoming the warmth and intensity of the kiss.

When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you try to catch your breath. Jake’s eyes are half-lidded, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.

“You’re pretty good at that,” you tease, your voice a little breathless.

Jake chuckles, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. “I’m good at a lot of things,” he says with a wink, his voice full of playful confidence. “But kissing you? That’s definitely my favorite.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words, a smile tugging at your lips. “I think it’s my favorite too,” you whisper, pulling him down for another kiss.

SUNGHOON — BITE KISSES

Sunghoon leans back against the couch, his eyes studying you with that familiar, focused intensity. His expression is a mix of seriousness and playfulness, the kind of look he gives when he’s about to do something unexpected. You can feel the anticipation in the air, and it makes your heart race.

“You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes,” you tease, tilting your head to meet his gaze. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Sunghoon’s lips curl into a small smile, his eyes never leaving yours. “Just thinking about how much I want to kiss you,” he says, his voice low and deliberate.

Before you can reply, Sunghoon closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s both tender and teasing. He gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, his playful bite sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You let out a soft gasp, your hands instinctively reaching out to grab his shirt, pulling him closer.

“Sunghoon,” you murmur against his lips, feeling the sharp contrast between his playful bite and the softness that follows.

Sunghoon chuckles softly, pulling back just enough to press a series of light, angelic kisses along your jawline and up to your temple. Each kiss is gentle, almost reverent, as if he’s trying to soothe the sting of his earlier bite.

“You’re such a tease,” you whisper, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Sunghoon’s smile widens slightly, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “I know,” he replies, his voice laced with affection. “But I can’t help it. You make it too easy.”

You roll your eyes playfully but can’t deny the warmth spreading through your chest. “I guess I’ll allow it,” you say, leaning in to rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek.

Sunghoon presses one last kiss to the top of your head, his voice soft and sincere as he murmurs, “I’m glad you do.”

SUNOO — BUTTERFLY KISSES

Sunoo is always full of light, his energy infectious and his smile ever-present. Tonight is no different. You’re lying side by side on the grass, looking up at the stars as you talk about everything and nothing. Sunoo has his hand intertwined with yours, his thumb gently brushing against your skin in a soothing rhythm.

“You know what I love most about you?” Sunoo asks suddenly, his voice light and playful as he turns to look at you.

“What?” you ask, a smile tugging at your lips as you turn to meet his gaze.

“The way your eyes sparkle when you’re happy,” Sunoo replies, his voice full of affection. “It’s like you’re seeing something special , something that no one else sees.”

You feel your heart melt at his words, a rush of warmth spreading through your chest. “That’s because you are special,” you whisper, your voice full of sincerity.

Sunoo’s eyes soften, and without warning, he leans in close, his long lashes brushing against your cheeks in a gentle butterfly kiss. The sensation is light, almost ticklish, and you can’t help but giggle as Sunoo continues to flutter his lashes against your skin.

“Sunoo, that tickles!” you laugh, squirming slightly as he gives you more butterfly kisses, each one softer than the last.

“I know,” Sunoo replies with a grin, clearly enjoying your reaction. “But I love seeing you smile like this.”

Your heart swells with affection, and you reach up to gently cup Sunoo’s face, pulling him closer. “You make me so happy,” you whisper, your voice full of emotion.

Sunoo’s smile softens, and he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “And you make me happy,” he replies, his voice full of sincerity. “Every single day.”

You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the love you feel for the boy in front of you. “I love you,” you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion.

“I love you too,” Sunoo replies, his voice full of warmth as he leans in for another kiss, this one soft and full of the love you share.

JUNGWON — FOREHEAD KISSES

You’re sitting on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you look out at the city lights. Jungwon has his arm around you, pulling you close as you sit in comfortable silence.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask softly, turning to look at Jungwon, who is gazing out at the skyline.

“Just… how lucky I am to have you,” Jungwon replies, his voice soft and full of emotion as he turns to meet your gaze.

Your heart flutters at his words, and you feel a rush of warmth spread through your chest. “I’m the lucky one,” you whisper, your voice full of sincerity.

Jungwon smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leans in close. Without a word, he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips warm against your skin. The gesture is simple, but it’s filled with so much love that you feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“Why do you always do that?” you ask, your voice trembling with emotion as Jungwon pulls back slightly, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Because it’s my way of showing you how much I care,” Jungwon replies, his voice soft and full of sincerity. “It’s like… a promise. A promise that I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

You feel your heart swell with love for the boy in front of you, and you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. “I love you,” you whisper, your voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” Jungwon replies, his voice full of warmth as he presses another kiss to your forehead, sealing his promise with the warmth of his lips.

RIKI — PECKS (SHORT & SIMPLE KISSES)

Riki’s laughter echoed through the quiet room, filling it with warmth. You had barely looked up from your book when he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You smiled, but before you could say anything, he was at it again—another peck on the other cheek, then one on your nose.

“Riki!” you laughed, trying to playfully swat him away, but he was too fast. He ducked, dodging your hand, and planted a soft kiss right on your lips. It was quick, just a feather-light touch, but it made your heart skip a beat.

He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief as he pulled back just enough to see your face. “Can’t help it,” he teased, “you just look so cute.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face gave you away. “You’re impossible,” you said, though the fondness in your voice was unmistakable.

“Maybe,” he agreed, leaning in for one last peck, this time on your forehead. “But you love it.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was at it again, peppering kisses all over your face. Every time you tried to speak, he’d steal another one, leaving you giggling and breathless. His energy was infectious, turning a quiet afternoon into something playful and chaotic.

Finally, you managed to grab his hands, holding him still for a moment. He looked at you, eyes wide with curiosity, as if wondering what you’d do next. “Just for a second,” you whispered, “can we stay like this?”

Riki’s expression softened, and for a moment, he was still, his playful nature subdued by something more tender. He leaned in, this time pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, lingering just a little longer than before. When he pulled back, his voice was softer, more sincere. “Yeah,” he murmured, “we can stay like this.”

end note: hope you enjoyed it!! I love love love making enha fluff posts :> they’re my favorites

[kikidoul]

── CHANGE OF PACE.

໒꒰ྀི ^ ⸝⸝ ^ ꒱ྀིა 西村 力 x fem! reader content established relationship non-idol au ᥫ᭡ warning explicit sexual content mean dom! riki reader's a sub here first time domming (for reader) unprotected sex (wrap it up!) dom! riki usage of petnames fingering crying blow job reader being a tease (at first) pussy+cum eating degrading kink begging slight mention of riki wanting to knock reader up riki's hella mean here (whoops) . . . !? 2164 — mlist. | req

note. this is the filthiest smut i've written if im being honest. shoutout to rina for helping me with.. one line LMAO. not sure if im missing out on anything for warnings but lmk if i am taglist. @tfwbluu

To say you were overthinking would be an understatement. Your mind is constantly thinking about a certain topic that you and your group of friends had last week. To you, it wasn’t something that piqued your interest as compared to them, you were more private about your relationships and the romantic aspect of it. To be more specific, your sex life. But the same couldn’t be applied to your friends. They were more outspoken with it and found no shame in it, unlike you. Which ended up being the cause of your current dilemma. 

You sighed into your boyfriend’s mouth, running your hands through his hair as you straddled his lap. Both of you were studying together for your upcoming examinations but you couldn’t focus. Not when Riki’s eyes were fixated on you. One thing led to another and both of you eventually started making out, no longer in the mood to continue studying. You shivered when he nipped your bottom lip, followed by him tugging it gently, eliciting a whine that made him breathlessly chuckled against your lips. 

The words your friends said echoed in the back of your mind, like an annoying fly that refused to leave you alone. Still, you tried to push them away, not wanting to ruin the mood. Unfortunately for you, Riki was attentive to your minor change of mood, which was why he broke the kiss. He chuckled at the noise of protest you made, leaning back as you chased after his lips. 

“Riki,” you whined, lips curling down in a pout. 

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours, hm? I can hear you thinking from here,” he asked, resting his hands on your hips as he drew circles through the fabric of your clothes. You opened your mouth but he was faster. 

“And don’t try to shrug it off. We’ve talked about this,” he continued, shooting you an expectant look. 

You sighed. As much as you love him, these were times when you disliked how attentive Riki is and how easy it was for him to read you. You went silent, biting your bottom lip while your boyfriend patiently waited. You plucked up the remains of your courage, anxiously fiddling with your fingers. 

“I…” Your voice trailed off but you continued, “I want to try being dominant.”

Silence. 

You raised your head, only to see Riki biting on his lips, doing a poor attempt of hiding his laughter. Scowling, you smacked his shoulder and he couldn’t take it anymore. He burst out laughing, shoulders vigorously shaking as he shielded his face from your onslaught of attack. 

“W-Wait, I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, chuckling as you whacked him with a cushion laying behind you. “Hey, this is abuse! Stop hitting your boyfriend!” 

“It’s not abuse if you’re making fun of me,” you bit back, sulking as you dropped the cushion on your lap, crossing your arms. 

Riki wrapped his long arms around you, pulling you closer so he could plant a kiss on your cheek. He grinned at how you melted in his arms. “I’m sorry, princess. But I didn’t expect that you would want to try that. What brought this on? Did something happen when you went out with your friends last week?”

“What are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow but he was able to see through it. 

“You’ve been acting differently ever since you went out with them. So, I assume it must’ve something to do with whatever you talked about. Did they say something mean to you?” He frowned, resting his right hand on your cheek while the other on your thigh. 

“No, they didn’t. They were talking about their sex life with their partners and when they found out that I don’t top, they started calling me a sub and how I’m spoiled,” you replied, ears flushing red with embarrassment. 

Riki coos. “Princess, being a sub doesn’t mean you’re spoiled. But if you want to try, I don’t mind letting you top me.” 

“Really?” Your face lit up, making him laugh as he nodded his head. 

“Yes, really,” he paused, leaning in to whisper the next sentence into your ear. “Besides, I want to see you get me nice and ready for that tight and pretty cunt of yours.” 

Your breath hitched at the dirty words, causing heat to pool in the depths of your stomach. Instead of replying, you moved to crash your lips against his, feeling how Riki grinned into the kiss. Normally, Riki’s hands would wander about, touching you everywhere but this time, he decides to let you take the lead, allowing you to move at your pace. You slide your hands under his shirt, tracing the outlines of his abs before moving down, fiddling with the drawstrings of his sweatpants. 

“Can I?” You murmured, tongue darting out to lick along the seam of Riki’s lips, only pulling the strings when he nodded. Riki raised his hips off the couch, helping you to get rid of his sweatpants, along with his boxers as well, revealing his hardened cock that stood upright. 

Breaking the kiss, you got off the couch and sunk to your knees. Riki watched with bated breath and heart beating in anticipation as you tested the water’s surface by giving kitten licks to the tip. He leaned back, sinking into the couch as he gripped onto the armrest, fighting against the temptation of grabbing you by the hair and forcing his cock down your throat. 

“Oh fuck,” he groaned when you leaned forward, mouth wide open as you take him in, inch by inch. 

He tossed his head back, a loud and unusually high-pitched whine torn from his throat as you traced the protruding veins from the side of his cock. You glanced up, noting his reaction and wanting to see more, you forced yourself to swallow the remaining length of his cock, making you gagged when you felt him hitting the back of your throat. Riki, on the other hand, felt like he was floating. Your mouth was so warm and wet. His eyes rolled up as you fondled with his balls, jerked his hips forward and heard you make a muffled choking sound.

“Sh-Shit, gonna—hah, cum, please,” he begged, his balls tightening—

Only for the cool air to kiss his cock. 

Riki’s eyes flew open to see you were wearing a sly grin on your face, with your chin resting on his right knee. 

“Why?” He whimpered, his cock twitching in disappointment at how he was about to cum, only for his orgasm to be delayed. 

Humming, you kissed his knee. “Sorry, baby, but I make the rules, not you. Only good boys get to cum and I don’t think you are being good.” 

He outright sobbed at your words, frantically shaking his head. “N-No, I’m a good boy! Please, let me cum.” 

Giggling, you rose to your feet to remove your shorts and panties, revealing a string of your slick that snapped into half once your panties dropped to the floor. You straddled his lap, resting your hands on Riki’s shoulders for support. Reaching below, you grabbed his cock, positioning yourself so you could hover over his cock. It was adorable with how his face brightened up, only for him to sulk when you teasingly glided his tip against your puffy folds, collecting your slick. 

“Baby, please, please, please,” he pleaded, fingers twitching. 

“Please what?” You ask, acting innocent. 

Riki whined, “Let me fuck you, please. Wanna cum in you.” 

“Since you asked so nicely,” you chuckled, holding in your breath as you forced yourself to relax. Riki watched as you slowly sank down, his tip disappearing and then you stopped. 

“Oh no, looks like it can’t fit anymore. I think you’re too big,” you pouted, giving your boyfriend doe-like eyes as you stopped. 

That was the last straw. 

Without hesitation, Riki changed your position in a blink of an eye. You fell onto your back, squeaking when he pulled you down by your hips. Riki patted your legs and you obeyed, wrapping them around his waist. You gulped at the dark look in his eyes and with how his jaw was tightly clenched, you could tell that you have gone too far. But you wanted to give him one, final push. 

“Looks like someone’s growing impatie—oh, fuck.” 

You didn’t get to finish your sentence, not when Riki slammed into you in one, sharp thrust. It was enough to make you blanked out at how you were split apart on his cock. Your cunt pulsated around his cock, a mewl spilled from your lips at how full you felt, like your insides were molded to the shape of his cock. 

“I think you’re too big,” Riki quoted, grinding his hips against yours. He moved his hands down, meanly spreading your folds apart with his fingers. “You’re brave for saying that when you’ve taken me many times, princess.” 

“Hah—R-Riki!” 

He didn’t bother starting slow, starting off immediately at a ruthless pace, hips snapping against yours. Your back arched off the couch, eyes rolling up at how his cock kissed your sweet spot with every thrust, efficiently reducing you to a trembling, moaning mess. Just the way Riki liked it. 

“You think just because I let you top means you can get away with this? I think it’s time to put you in your rightful place,” he scoffed, grabbing your chin and forced you to face him. Riki sneers at how dazed out you look already, shoving two fingers—coated with your slick, into your mouth. 

“Look at you, you’re already fucked out. Perhaps your friends are right. I’ve spoiled you too much. But that also means one thing; you aren’t made to top,” he twisted his fingers, eliciting a whimper from you as you thoroughly licked his fingers clean. 

Riki leans down, pulling his fingers out to brush his lips against yours. “You’re made to take my cock, just like the pretty obedient sub your friends said to you, hm? You like that, don’t you? The fact that you’re called a spoiled sub, allowing me to fuck you and keep this pretty little cunt of yours,” 

He paused to pinch your clit, gaining a squeal from you. You instinctively clenched down on his cock, making him groan at how tight you were gripping onto him. “You want me to fill you up? Knock you up with my kids and make you carry them?” He sneers. 

All you could do was let out a pathetic mewl at his dirty words, allowing him to devour and consume you. The couch shifted due to the movement, creating a loud ‘skrrt’ sound along with your shameless moans and mewls. Riki dug his nails into your skin, leaving indents behind in your unblemished skin. He ducked his head, capturing your left nipple in his mouth. You cried out as he swirled the hardened bud with his tongue, shivering at how warm his mouth felt against your cool skin. 

“Ngh—Riki..close! I’m—hah, cum! Please, please, please,” you pleaded, eyes squeezed shut, gripping onto your boyfriend’s forearms with your entire strength. 

“You didn’t let me cum, so why should I let you cum?” Riki taunts, chuckling at how you sobbed at his words. 

“Me-Mean, you’re so mean,” you sniffled, only to moan when he pushed in deeper, until his cock kissed your cervix. 

“Mean?” Riki echoed, arching an eyebrow, gripping your chin to force you to look at him. “Make up your mind, sweetheart. Do you think I’m mean just because I’m not letting you cum? Then, what about me? Aren’t you mean as well, for not letting me cum?” 

You couldn’t answer him, mind barely registering his words, not when you were getting drunk on the addictive feeling of his cock smoothly gliding in and out of you. Your mouth was moving but you didn’t know what you were saying. Something along the lines of “Riki, please, please” and “let me cum, please, please.” Whatever you said must have pleased him, for Riki delivered one final, sharp thrust and your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, pathetically squirting clear liquid that landed on your bodies and couch. 

You squirmed as Riki spilled inside you, feeling full with his cum. Your body was trembling from the intense sex you just had. You hiccuped, weakly raising your hands to wipe the tears off your face. Hearing this, Riki quickly checked up on you, concern written all over his face. 

“Shit, was I too rough?” He asks, cupping your face with his hands but you shook your head, resting against his chest. 

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” 

Riki sighed, brushing his hands through your hair. “I hope you know I’m never letting you top again.” 

You laughed, raising your head to kiss his lips. “Fine by me, I’ll rather be a sub and let you do the work.” 

He smiles. “Yes, you only deserve the best from me, princess.”