#niki

[chrrific]

LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO ✶ oh darling, kiss me now.

経緯 TELECHARGER ─── 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇’ 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾, 𝗂’𝗆 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾.

﹙엔하이픈니키﹚bf!niki x f!r 376wc fluff est. relationship 경고 kissing slightly suggestive (?) ( ŒUVRE )

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a soft gasp left your lips as your back hit the wall, the cool cement a burning contrast to the warmth of your skin. niki’s arms kept you against it, holding you secure, as if he was scared you’d try to weasel out of it.

he chuckled at your flustered state, breath tickling the skin of your face. niki was like a craving you could never satisfy— both because he was too intoxicating and that you knew he wasn’t good for you.

yet, you were stuck in this endless cycle of letting him hurt you, and then make his way back into your shattered heart. it angered you that you gave in so easily when it came to him. you always did, though.

his lips brushed against yours, every nerve in your body alight with excitement. you told yourself you were supposed to break up with him tonight, you just had to. but somehow, one thing led to another, and here you were, trapped up against your bedroom wall with your body just begging him to finally kiss you.

and kiss you he did. in one swift, practiced motion, niki closed the distance between your mouths, causing your brain to go on overdrive as your responded to it.

it was messy, desperate, as if you weren’t going to see him again. but you knew better— he was just going to be back in your room tomorrow in the same position. your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands gently, making him groan against your lips, his fingers digging into your waist slightly from now tight his grip was.

the scent of his cologne infiltrated your senses, clouding your mind and judgement as you kissed him back with all the passion you could muster. the lack of oxygen did nothing but fuel you to kiss him harder, more passionate, with a new kind of fervour you didn’t know you even had.

finally, niki pulled away just enough to let you breath, leaving your chest heaving and cheeks flushed. a low chuckle left his lips, a smirk tugging onto the corners of them. “i really know just how to get you all breathless, huh?”

you scoffed at his statement, but you couldn’t deny it— it was true, so, so true.

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[secret-moonstruck]

──── Fatal Trouble | l.hs

Weekly challenge: Fantasy x Aphrodisiac (secret-moonstruck&callmemonster68)

paring: friend!heeseungxfem!reader ㅤ|ㅤ genre: smut ㅤ| ㅤ(Masterlist)

SYNOPSIS : ➺ Y/N and Heeseung have always been friends. But some idiot friends made a bad joke, but it ended up being good for them. Leaving Heeseung desperate and Y/N as a good friend needed to help.

「Warnings」: oral sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, drugs, overstimulation.

Going out was never something that Y/N liked much, she preferred to stay at home and relax, but her friends insisted on going camping, a ridiculous idea, according to her, but they used Heeseung to convince her, they knew how she always gave in to her best friend's requests, and that's the only reason she ended up going to camp.

- They're taking their time. - Y/N was worried. - They left so long ago.

The sun would soon set, and Heeseung and the others hadn't returned yet, they had gone hiking, but Y/N and two other friends didn't want to go so they stayed at the camp waiting for them.

A smile flashed across Y/N's face in relief when she heard distant laughter and the sound of approaching footsteps, they were finally heading back. But her smile disappeared when she noticed how Heeseung looked strange, lost, like he was drunk or something, his friends laughing at him, it irritated her and worried her at the same time.

- What did you do with him? - the anger in Y/'s voiceI wasn't clear as she approached them. - They went hiking and brought him to me drunk?

- I wish it was alcohol. - one of her friends said angrily. - These patients drugged him.

- WHAT? WHAT DID YOU DO? - Y/N was furious.

She moved closer to hold Heeseung who was almost collapsing, but he backed away a little, leaving Y/N confused. Especially when his friends started laughing.

- It was just a sweet treat to give him a little courage, he's very stuck, it was already tiring that he didn't have an attitude. - said her friend's boyfriend, Y/N couldn't understand what he meant.

Ignoring how Heeseung tried to push her away Y/N held him, she could feel how feverish his body felt.

- Please Y/N, don't make things worse. - Heeseung's voice was hoarse and came out almost like a whisper, his hands pushing Y/N trying futilely to push her away.

- I'm just trying to help you. - she replied worriedly.

Heeseung's face was flushed, his expression looked confused, as if he was scared about something, but his eyes were darkened. His body was shaking, he was very tense, hesitantly trying to move away from Y/N but at the same time he seemed to want to get closer. She didn't understand what was happening to him.

- What did they give you? - she asked him worriedly. But instead of an answer he looked away blushing even more.

- Well, maybe we can say that the candy had a more stimulating drug... if you know what I mean. - he replied mocking his idiot friend. - We can say that it serves as an aphrodisiac.

- You… - Y/N didn't even know how to argue anymore. - I can't believe they did that.

Heeseung's body became more tense, she was increasingly irritated when she noticed how embarrassed he looked, mainly due to the fact that everyone there was laughing at him more and more, it was too humiliating.

Without realizing it, Y/N's eyes traveled over Heeseung's body, she blushed noticing how his pants marked his erection, damn the effect was very visible. Now she understood why he tried to push her away…

Throwing one last angry look at her friends, Y/N turned around, taking Heeseung with her to get him away from that place.

- Congratulations Heeseung, it looks like Y/N will finally help you. - a voice laughed behind their backs while moved away.

A low groan came from Heeseung at the joke, and Y/N blushed when she heard it.

They were already a little far away, when he walked away from her, he looked be regaining some strength and balance.

- Is the effect wearing off? - Y/N asked hopefully. 

- I don't feel so dizzy anymore... - Heeseung turned away from her. - But I feel hotter, it seems to be getting worse.

Y/N's mind tried to think of what could be done, but when the solution crossed her mind, she pushed the thought away...she couldn't do that, no matter how many times she had thought about it, it would be unfair, it was too wrong, it would be taking advantage of the situation.

- Heeseung, I wish I had a solution, I could help you, but I can't think of anything. - concern was evident in Y/N's voice.

- You do know how to help me, Y/N. - Heeseung's hoarse voice made Y/N tremble, he couldn't be asking for that…could he?

- I am not…

- Please Y/N. - he asked, approaching, his face was covered with despair. - I need you...

Y/N was struggling internally, she wanted to help him, she really wanted to, but at the same time she felt wrong, and sad, he would never ask for this if it weren't for the drug. It wasn't her he needed, it was just relief. And he was your friend, but he was asking, maybe…

- You don't need me Heeseung…you just need relief. - Y/N rolled her eyes, irritated by the situation.

- No Y/N, you are wrong. This only happened because I need you. They did it to push me over the edge because they were mad that I wouldn't admit it to you.

Heeseung was close, very close, his fingers caressing Y/N's face, his gaze darkened by desire and desperation. His eyes traveling between Y/'s eyes and lipsN, o His face was burning, his cheeks were red, sweat was pouring down. He bit his lower lip as he silently begged for her. 

- Please Y/N, don't make me beg, I need you so much...for so long...but now I can't take it anymore. - he collapsed on his knees in front of her. - It hurts so much Y/N, please don’t torture me anymore…

Y/N's body shivered seeing the tears streaming down Heeseung's flushed cheeks as he stared at her there on his knees, begging for her.

Y/N smiled, enchanted by the sight before her eyes, she shouldn't think that, but Heeseung looked more perfect than ever in that state, his face helpless and desperate, she should feel sorry for him, but little by little, the pity was being replaced by something wrong.

She leaned over him, lifting his chin admiringly, she could feel him shudder under her small touch.

- I'll help you Heeseung. - As she said this she kissed his flushed face before her tongue wiped away his tears.

Heeseung's breath caught for a few seconds, entranced by Y/N's action.

Y/N laughed at his reaction, and then kissed him, a moan leaving his desperate lips.

Heeseung got up, without ever breaking the kiss, which became increasingly intense, more desperate, showing passion and desire that had been repressed for both of them for so long.

Y/N's feet moving forward as she pushed him against a nearby tree that was behind him.

- I said I would help you. - she said between her heavy breaths when she got far enough away from him.

Initially she thought about how fragile he seemed in his despair and how fun it would be to play with him a little, but her good side took pity on him, remembering the idiots in the camp humiliating him, she would help him, if she were to have humiliated him it would be for her, not for those idiots.

“Another time, another time.” Yes, she would be nice to him this time, but just this once.

Y/N tugged at his shirt, removing it, her fingers snaking across his exposed chest and abdomen, her nails running gently causing goosebumps. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the tremors that passed through his body, imagining what it would be like to have her nails mark his skin, the thought made him groan, almost a growl.

Heeseung was so lost in his thoughts that he was surprised when he felt the cold air against his now fully exposed body. Only to immediately feel the warmth of Y/N's hands around his aching cock, he sighed, a mixture of relief and anxiety, he needed to have his release soon, he had never felt like this, so desperate.

Leaning back against the tree, closing his eyes in pleasure as he felt Y/N touch him, he gasped in surprise when he felt her tongue running over the tip of his member, he opened his eyes, only to catch the perfect moment when her mouth enveloped him.

- Damn Y/N, I dreamed about this so many times. - Heeseung said as his hand grabbed her hair. - Your mouth was made for my dick.

His words making moisture spread across Y/N's already soaked panties, feeling his pulsing member against her tongue, filling her mouth.

- Yes... that's Y/N... - he practically rosnava feeling her give him pleasure.

The hands around her hair tugged occasionally, making her moan against him, sending vibrations that brought him closer and closer.

- So good….fuck Y/N…so close. - his every sentence was punctuated by a groan that echoed through the forest.

Y/N was sure that every second he was going faster, deeper, his movements were precise, making tears come out of her eyes, but they wavered for a few seconds, she felt him twitch in her mouth.

- Damn Y/N, I can't take it anymore. - that was all he said before filling himself inside her mouth, his head falling back in ecstasy, his eyes closed, enjoying every second as she continued sucking him, absorbing every drop before pulling away, only to lick his entire length, his eyes meeting hers at the exact moment his hand wiped the liquid running down his chin.

- I think I'm in paradise. - he said, looking at her in amazement.

Y/N noticed how his member was still hard, pulsing, waiting for more. She stood up and within seconds he attacked her, her clothes disappearing in a surreal way.

- You said you would help me YN, now you will to fulfill with your word.

Heeseung's gaze was hungry, almost wild, his voice made it clear that she had no options, and not that she wanted anything more than that, she was now almost as desperate as he was.

He pulled her against him, both of them collapsing on the ground against the tree while his lips were on hers in desperation, he kissed her as if it were a means of salvation. She let out a small moan as she fell onto his lap, feeling his cock rubbing against her wetness, her voice making him yearn for her even more.

Heeseung felt himself pulsating as Y/N moved on his lap, rubbing herself desperately against his aching cock.

- So you will me go crazy Y/N. - he said, his hands firmly holding her waist, not to stop her, but to encourage her to continue her movements.

- Heeseung, I need you inside me... - she asked desperately.

She had barely finished speaking when she suddenly felt him slide completely inside her. Making her emit a mix of scream and moan from the wonderful sensation of feeling every inch of him inside her.

Heeseung looked mesmerized, watching his dick disappear inside Y/N as she moved on his lap, he could cum right then just from feeling her devouring him, but he wanted to enjoy every second of that moment, and he wanted her to feel as good as he felt. 

Her head was tilted back in pleasure, and he took advantage, leaving marks and bites all along the length of her neck and collarbone. At the same time his fingers played with her clitoris, making her moan his name in desperation.

- Hee...I can't...Hee...I'm going to... - she trembled in his lap, leaning forward, bringing their bodies closer together.

What he imagined before was now real, he felt her nails digging into his back as she reached her orgasm.

That was the limit for him, feelingpressing it his member, while her pussy tightened, throbbing during her orgasm, the burning on his back and he felt the nails marking him. He then enjoyed again, filling her tight hole, the wet sounds echoing through the forest as he kept moving pushing his cum deeper and deeper inside her.

Y/N thought it was over, but he continued moving still hard inside her sensitive hole.

- Hee stop… - she asked almost in a whisper. - Heeseung is too much, stop.

She was clinging to his body, each thrust making her more and more sensitive, he was hungry, and each time he felt her contracting around him only made him harder and more desperate for her.

- You say to stop, but your body makes it clear that you want more. - he growled, increasing the pace, hitting her harder and harder. he serpenteou His arm wrapped around her waist and he laid her on the ground without ever moving their bodies apart or slowing his pace as his body pressed hers against the soft grass.

- I'm going to fill you so many times... it'll be a miracle if you don't leave here with one of my children.

Y/N didn't believe the nonsense he was saying, he was clearly a pervert with a kink for reproduction. But that only brought her closer to her orgasm, not because of what he said about her son, but with the idea of ​​feeling him filling her with him so many times.

- I… no…Hee. - her words were disjointed as she she was convulsing climaxing again, more intensely than before, too sensitive, as he moved mercilessly.

Her ragged breathing as she felt him reach inside her again.

- Already tired? - he asked pulling her doing she turns around, your back against his chest. 

She gasped, feeling him enter her again, his lips once again on her neck marking her as his.

- But we've barely started Y/N. I don't think the effect of this drug will wear off anytime soon.

Days later, Heeseung still felt ashamed of his actions that day, he became Y/N's obedient puppy, completely contrasting with how he acted under the influence of the drug. Y/N didn't think it was bad, even though she loved what happened that day, she also loved how he was so obedient to her. And she knew that deep down, beneath the sweet and submissive Heeseung there was the dirtiest and most dominant version of him, she loved the idea that at any moment she could push him to the limit and awaken that side again.

His phone rang with a notification, and when he opened the message it was a video...his friends had recorded them that day in the forest. Heeseung felt even more embarrassed, but watching the video sparked a new desire in him. A camera, he needed to buy a camera, he wanted to have recorded every detail, every expression, every sound that Y/N made while he pleasured her.

Y/N was right, she was living on edge not knowing when he would be the obedient good boy or when his dirtier side would awaken.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

[callmemonster68]

fallen angel | n.rk - ni-ki

Cast out of heaven for breaking the rules, but finding redemption in the pleasures of a mortal.

paring: angel!ni-ki x fem!reader 18+

wc: 1,307

warnings: nsfw content, unprotected sex

Niki, the fallen angel, had been banished from Heaven with a seemingly eternal sentence. Each feather of his once-radiant wings now carried a sinister black hue, a mark of his transgression. He wandered among humans but found no solace. His nights were consumed by insatiable desires—a hunger no mortal seemed able to satisfy… until he met Y/N.

The first time he saw her, something inside him shattered. It wasn’t just desire—it was need. She was like a whispered prayer in the darkness of his soul, and Niki knew she would either save him or lead to his ultimate destruction.

One night, under the pale moonlight, he approached her. His presence was intense, as though he drew the air from the space around him. Y/N stared at him, both intrigued and cautious. He seemed otherworldly.

Niki: You feel it, don’t you?

His voice was deep, a whisper laced with dark promises. He lifted a hand, almost touching her face, but stopping just short.

Niki: The power that surges between us…

Y/N took a step back, but he followed, his eyes gleaming with something more than human.

Niki: You want me as much as I want you.

He smiled, cruelly, as though savoring the thought.

Niki: Don’t run. I’ve already decided… You will be mine.

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The days that followed were a game of power. Niki appeared whenever he wanted, invading her dreams and her reality. He made Y/N feel small but powerful, as if she had control over him—though she knew it was the opposite.

Niki: You enjoy this, don’t you?

He whispered, gripping Y/N’s chin firmly, forcing her to look at him.

Niki: The way I hold you, how I dominate every part of your being. Don’t deny it. I can feel your heartbeat quicken

S/N: You’re insane.

Niki: Maybe, but you belong to me. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that never changes.

Then he disappeared again, leaving Y/N in confusion, unsure if it had all been a dream or if it was real.

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This time was different. He didn’t wait for midnight to find her. It was early evening, as Y/N went through her nightly routine before bed, that he appeared. Startled, she jumped at the sight of Niki’s devilish grin. He enjoyed testing her limits, teasing her with words that carried as much desire as threat.

Niki: You’re fragile, human, but that’s what excites me. Watching you break… and beg me to continue.

Y/N tried to pull her arms away, but he laughed, low and husky.

Niki: No. Not so fast. I told you, you’d be mine. And fallen angels don’t break their promises, little one.

He moved closer, pressing their bodies together, studying her reactions. He leaned in, his lips just a breath away from hers. When she didn’t pull back, he closed the distance, kissing her—a wild kiss from the start. Y/N broke away, gasping for air, which only made Niki laugh, a deep, throaty sound, as though reveling in her innocence and desperation.

Niki: You want this as much as I do, giving in so easily. I knew it would happen, but you’re outdoing yourself—like a desperate little puppy at my mercy.

Y/N’s face flushed deep pink, her body growing warmer. She couldn’t deny it—she felt fear, but she was desperate to be touched, consumed by him. And he knew it, savoring the anticipation of what was to come.

Niki guided S/N to the bedroom. With a snap of his fingers, her clothes lay in shredded pieces on the floor. She tried to cover herself with her hands and arms, but Niki stopped her. Kneeling, he picked up a scrap of fabric and used it to bind her hands behind her back, gagging her as well. Y/N didn’t resist; she knew she wouldn’t win a fight against him. Truth be told, she wouldn’t say it aloud, but she was growing more eager for what was to come.

Y/N had long realized that Niki was a sadistic, cruel brat who would ruin her in every way imaginable—and she wanted it. She had spent her life searching for someone who could break her, someone who could destroy her completely. She never found it—until now. She was about to have the most painful and pleasurable experience of her life.

Niki conjured a dagger with a black blade, and Y/N’s eyes widened in fear of what he might do. His usual devilish grin was in place, his eyes alight with desire as he trailed the dagger toward her soft skin. He pressed the blade lightly against her neck, causing a superficial cut, and then pulled it away. Locking eyes with her, he leaned in and licked the blood from the wound, sucking at it. With her blood still on his lips, he kissed her.

She would have found it strange—disgusting, even—if a friend had described such an act. But here she was, finding it unbearably hot. Niki pulled back.

Niki: That was just the first. I’ll mark you every time I take you. It’s a sign, a warning, a confirmation that you’re mine—and you’ll be marked as such forever.

In an instant, Niki stripped himself bare. Y/N was stunned by the sight of him, especially by the size of him—it was the largest she’d ever seen. Her mouth watered with desire, and Niki didn’t miss the reaction.

Niki: You filthy bitch, staring at my cock like a starving dog eyeing a bowl of food.

A loud slap echoed in the room. Niki had struck Y/N across the face, bringing tears to her eyes. The humiliation he was making her feel only heightened her arousal.

Niki: On all fours on the bed, now!

Y/N obeyed immediately, her face pressed against the mattress, her ass raised high—the most perfect sight Niki had ever seen. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind her. He aligned his cock with the wet entrance of her pussy. One hand gripped her bound wrists while the other tangled in her hair, forcing her face down. Without warning, he thrust deeply into her.

Y/N felt a mix of pain and indescribable ecstasy as he stretched her walls, reaching depths no one else ever had. His rhythm was brutal, relentless. He fucked her while degrading her with the dirtiest insults, and with each one, her pussy clenched him tighter.

Niki: Filthy little human, you like being treated like a cheap slut. Then that’s exactly what you’ll get.

Without warning, Niki pulled out. He untied the scrap of fabric binding her hands and set her free. Tossing her aside, he ripped the gag from her mouth and laid back on the bed.

Niki: Come on. Ride me!

Y/N got up, positioning herself over Niki. She aligned the head of his cock with her entrance and locked eyes with him.

Y/N: An angel? You’re nothing but a depraved demon. You shouldn’t even have the right to keep those wings.

Smirking, she lowered herself fully onto Niki’s cock. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, leaving marks on her skin. S/N rode him with fervor, setting a rapid, devoted pace.

Niki: You’re the one who should be an angel, so divine, with such a perfect pussy—lifting me to heaven.

Y/N: Your cock fills me so perfectly. It’s like I’m being possessed by the Devil.

It didn’t take long for both of them to climax together. Y/N collapsed onto Niki’s bare chest, both of them utterly spent. As Niki ran his fingers through her hair, Y/N traced her fingers along the feathers of his wings.

Suddenly, a cold air filled the room, and a mist began to form. Y/N felt the feathers of Niki’s wings vibrating beneath her hands. Their startled gazes met, and in a quick motion, both sat up, facing each other on the bed.

Within seconds, the mist enveloped Niki, and when it dissipated, his wings had vanished. Y/N’s eyes widened in shock as she noticed something unusual atop Niki’s head.

S/N: Niki, you have horns on your head!

This story is part of the universe of ’ Divine Sins: Immortal Fantasies with ENHYPEN ’ created by me.Description:Seven sensual and mysterious tales that delve into the desires between mortals and immortals. Inspired by the members of ENHYPEN, these stories reimagine the group as powerful gods and a fallen angel, all wickedly alluring and irresistibly seductive. Each narrative immerses readers in a world of fantasy, unveiling forbidden passions, divine secrets, and the overwhelming intensity that sparks between celestial beings and an ordinary human. A universe brimming with lust, mystery, and the captivating allure of the forbidden, where every story is an invitation to desire. Contains mature content.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[mytarotenergy]

MTL in Enhypen to have high sex drive

MTL in Enhypen to have a high sex drive

1. Jake

2. Sunghoon

3. Heeseung

4. Jay

5. Sunoo

6. Jungwon

7. Ni-Ki

[drexmwomxn]

[minho-hoho]

The Baby Project

GENRE fluff, best friends to lovers PAIRING bff!Riki x gn!reader WARNING cursing REQUESTED yes, 400 followers event WC 0.75k NOTE we're going on strong, hope u enjoy this one too :>

MASTERLIST

“oh. my. god. this baby is from hell!” Riki exclaimed “why doesn't he stop crying for god's sake?” he hissed.

you rushed outside of the bathroom to see what caused Riki to be this agitated. i mean, what could it be this time?

“hey, what's all this commotion about?” you asked him, a mango face mask on your face, slightly annoyed by all the noise while you were trying to have a peaceful skincare routine moment.

“this thing won't stop crying!” he threw hands in the air, clearly exasperated. Riki's brows furrowed together, his lips in light pout that reflected his annoyance.

“and... did you feed him?”

Riki's mouth formed an O before it closed. he scratched the back of his head as his head hung low. maybe he should've thought this one through.

“of course you didn't. i'll do it, don't worry.”

you went ahead and grabbed a bottle to feed the baby. you were used to it by this point. working with Riki was no easy feat, but it was strangely endearing so you didn't mind.

as handled the baby and fed him, Riki closely inspected you and your actions. you were so gentle with the baby despite it not even being real, he couldn't help but think how good of a parent you'd be in the future.

parenting with you was fun. he was happy to be doing the baby project with you. it got him to think about a lot of things, more importantly his growing loving feelings towards you.

it had already been a while since he knew about how much he liked you and how much he wanted to be your boyfriend, but never acted on it, scared to ruin a beautiful blossoming friendship.

but for a few months now, Riki started to seriously think about confessing his feelings to you.

now that you had to do the baby project together, he kept thinking about how nice it would be if you were parents together, if you were to grow your own family. he wasn't too sure about his skills, but he knew that you'd do an amazing job.

and all those sweet thoughts of his made him want to tell his feelings to you even more.

however, he wanted this project to end before confessing, he wasn't going to let a stupid fake baby, in his own words, ruin his awesome confession.

he was snapped back into reality by the sound of your voice calling him.

“earth to Riki?”

“hm?”

“well the baby is asleep now, do you want to go to the arcade now?” you asked, your face mask already off, a cheeky grin on your lips.

“sure! let me just get my stuff first.” he answered, his own smile growing.

finally, the baby project was over, much to Riki's happiness.

but as much as he was happy to be done with the baby project, he now had a confession to make, which he was enthusiastic about but still anxious.

he decided to tell you on the most cliché date at the amusement park. he knew how cliché it was, but it was one of your favourite places, and he wanted it to memorable. and what's better than that than huge amusement park, he thought.

he casually sent you a text message to invite you there, like he usually did, but this time, on his side he was throwing his feet in the air, smiling like an idiot at his phone.

throughout his way to the amusement park, he gave himself multiple pep talks to cheer himself up.

“you got this Riki!” he whispered to himself.

and now you were on the Ferris-wheel, admiring the scenery from up there.

everything he had prepared, he now forgot. he tried to speak but all that came out was blabbering.

“hey, you good?” you asked with a hearty chuckle.

“no. i mean yes! it's just that...” he sighed and closed his eyes, he didn't imagine it to be so hard.

“it's just that what?”

“it's just that i like you! i love you even,” he paused and looked at his feet, “it's been so long since i've felt this way and i'm tired of hiding it, so i'm saying it now.” he couldn't believe what he just said, he wanted to be buried alive, he closed his eyes, not wanting to see your reaction yet.

to say you were surprised was an understatement. you loved him too, and were delighted to hear that he felt the same.

“well um... i can confidently say that i love you too.”

Riki's eyes opened wide hearing you reciprocated his feelings.

“hold onー you do?” you nodded.

“so that means we're dating now?” he asked still not believing you.

“if you want to that it.”

after a few seconds of pure disbelief, he hugged you tight, not letting you breathe. he was too happy to care.

“RELAX. you're crushing my bones right now!” you squealed at him to stop.

“do i look like i care?i love you.”

note. 2. uh yeah, still old asf, sorry, lightly rewriting it so it's clearer but yeah sorry yall for this 😔

[mym3rody]

[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.

[moonlightdreamzz]

baby … it’s that time of the month! — enhypen 🌷͙֒ᰔ

summary. you started your period this morning and your boyfriend is here to save the day. genre. fluff, a little crack, with slight smut (mentions of period sex) themes. established!relationship. author’s note. period’s suck. #motionkiller.

[okwonyo]

SUGAR TALKING ꒪ ✿⠀ making doe eyes at them.

TESTI ────── 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾, 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 !

❪ 日语 ❫ & fem!rea 1OOO fluff established relationship non-idol au ❜ skinship kissing ◜‿◝ REBLOGS&CLICK

지아 ⠀⦂⠀ since it won the poll :O

HEESEUNG

usually, he isn’t the the type to talk too much during movie nights. his hand always in yours as he watches the movie enthusiastically, never missing one bit of it.

but today it seems different— you don’t really know if it’s either because he is very passionate about this specific actor or if it’s because you called the said actor ‘hot’. but he won’t stop talking.

“seriously!” he huffs after a few seconds of calm. he smiles and shakes his head in fake nonchalance, “i don’t understand what he has that i don’t. do you prefe—”

the rest of his sentence dies in his throat when his eyes meet yours. you look at him wide eyed, with a little pout that makes his heart skip.

“shut up please,” you ask with a honey coat voice— his eyes grow wide. he is soon giggling, leaning on you, as if what you just said wasn’t almost an insult.

at least he stops talking.

⠀ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙ᵕ ᵕ⠀look under the cut ! ♡

JAY

it is not a secret that you can get anything you want out of him. whether it’s his money or the entire world— you ask and you shall receive.

therefore, you don’t need to do anything else but ask for something that you want. because you know you got him wrapped around your finger. and that, if you wanted the moon, then you will have the moon.

sometimes, however, there is things that can’t be bought or that are hard to ask for. today, you want his attention.

you decided to not go bother him as you usually do. no, you choose to stare at him from across the room with the most bambi looking eyes you could manage. he should have noticed by now.

the long silence is what alarms him. he looks over you quickly, “are you—” then he looks again and his mouth falls agape. he sighs fondly, “c’mere, baby,”

JAKE

it’s not your fault. it really isn’t. he shouldn’t have been so easy to tease in the first place. getting a blush out of him is too easy and he is way too lovely for you to control yourself.

and ever since he confessed that he loved when you looked at him with those yes— you cannot stop looking at him with those eyes.

for a while, he is too occupied on his phone to even notice. but when his eyes shoots up to meet yours, he immediately smiles.

instinctively biting his lower lip, he stays silent for a while before throwing his head back and whining, “stop doing that!”

your eyes keep watching his growing blush as you laugh, “like what?” and he groans.

SUNGHON

he swears you do it all the time, but the truth is that you don’t even know what he is talking about. he mays affirm that you play dumb in purpose— you don’t, you really don’t.

the thing is that, he would say that you are trying to seduce him whenever you try to do anything. you run a hand through you hair? you want to make out. you grin? you want him to kiss you.

you just assumed he was that down bad.

“you are playing with me,” he smirks, looking down at you. your bodies moves along with the train you are standing in. you were already looking at him, but now there is confusion in your eyes. “don’t look at me like that.”

“what?” you giggle. honestly, you didn’t even know you were looking at him. admiring him is natural as breathing to you, “are you crazy?”

“when you look at me like that,” he whispers as he leans in. your arms are hugging his waist, your head is all the way titled up and he is so handsome, “my heart beats with need.”

SUNOO

you know he doesn’t get mad often— even if he does act like he is. he is too much of a softie to even think of being annoyed with you.

more times than not, he gets sulky. lips puckered as he gives you the silent treatment. it is always for silly things, however, just because he loves when you ask him to talk to you.

“i love you,” you tell him, holding onto his arm. he doesn’t do anything, obviously hiding his smile—and failing. “look at me.”

he takes a deep breath before bringing his focus on your instead of the dishes in front of him. his eyes fall into yours, “stop,” he says. turning red.

he tries to keep his annoyed attitude as hard as possible. he starts to take care of the dishes in the sink again— as if, trying to distract himself.

he keeps peeking at you. unable to control himself, he ends up crumbling. he hides his face in the crook of your neck in embarrassment.

JUNWGON

“my love, i’ll have to go eventually,” his tone is soft, his chuckles makes it harder for you to even consider letting him leave the bed and let him leave you.

he is not even gone. he is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you. you hold his hand with both of yours— chasing after his warmth that you already miss.

you don’t really care where he is going, you want him here. you make the most adorable eyes you can put up, in a tiny voice you say, “can’t you stay a little longer?”

he seems a tad taken aback. on of his eyebrows shots up ever so slightly. pretty red lips forms a ‘o’ and his dimples smiles when he smiles.

gets back under the cover, close to you. he kisses you gently, “work can wait.”

RIKI

“leave me alone!” your boyfriend whines, faking annoyance. he is laying on your bed, next to your plushies, with his hands on your hips as you sit on

him. he acts like he wants to push you away but his grip is way too strong.

he gets up, rather abruptly, making you settle on his laps. he makes sure you are as comfortable as possible but holds your wrists when you try to reach his hair.

“just a few!” giggles makes your voice tremble. you try to get out of his handle but you can’t— he is much stronger that you, “please!”

he looks at the hello kitty hairpins in your hands with narrowed eyes. he doesn’t look against the idea at all, you know he just fights because of principle, “no!”

you tilt your head to the side slightly, the prettiest pout appearing on your lips. you look at him with a specific look— the one who made him choked on his drink the first time. “please, for me,”

you are already wearing a victorious grin as soon as he groans. he ends up with more than just a few hairpins in his hair.

taglist open + net— @sgz-net

[amoressb]

───── KISS ME MORE 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ trying to finish his makeup but he just can’t stop kissing you ｡｡ idol bf!riki x makeup artist!reader. fluff & wc. 1.4k ; lots of kissing, skinship, petnames｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

the backstage dressing room of the sold out arena was alive with activity. assistants rushed in and out, carrying outfits and adjusting mics, while the members of enhypen filled into the room, their energy a mix of nerves and excitement. riki, the main dancer, was the last to enter, his stage outfit already clinging perfectly to his frame. his hair was freshly styled and his usual confident grin was firmly in place.

you stood near the vanity, arranging your makeup tools neatly. you glanced up when the door opened and your heart did it’s usual flutter when your eyes landed on riki. despite working and being together for years now, he still had that effect on you.

“hey pretty,” riki greeted, making a beeline for you as the other members settled into their chairs. without a care for the busy room, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “riki!” you exclaimed, glancing around to make sure no one had seen, your cheeks flushing pink. “we’re at work!”

“and?” he teased, his voice soft and low so only you could hear. “it’s not like they don’t already know.” you tried to keep your expression neutral, but his adoring gaze was making it impossible. he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, his dark eyes warm and full of affection.

“go sit down,” you finally said, trying to suppress a smile as you motioned to his chair. “you’ve got a show to get ready for.”

“yes ma’am,” riki said with a mock salute before plopping into his chair. the other members exchanged knowing smirks but didn’t say anything, accustomed to their maknaes antics when it came to you.

you approached him with your makeup kit, your expression shifting to one of focus. you grabbed a primer and started dabbing it onto his skin. riki leaned back obediently, watching you the entire time. his eyes followed every move you made—how you tilted your head slightly while working on his foundation, the way your lips pressed together as you concentrated.

“stop staring,” you said without looking up, your voice tinged with amusement. “i can’t help it,” riki replied, a grin tugging at his lips. “you’re too pretty when you’re in your element.”

“flattery won’t get you out of wearing eyeliner,” you quipped, picking up the next product.

he chuckled, staying quiet for a moment as you traced sharp, precise lines around his eyes. but when you leaned in to work on his lips, he couldn’t sit still anymore.

“riki, baby,” you said, holding his chin to keep him steady, “if you don’t stop moving, you’re going to look like a mess out there and i’ll let the fans blame you.”

riki grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “would it really be so bad? they might think the smudges are part of my charm.”

“charm doesn’t cover uneven eyeliner or faded lip tint,” you muttered, dipping the brush back into the product. you leaned closer, focusing on his lips. “well,” he said, voice dropping a bit deeper than before, “if it’s my lips you’re worried about, maybe you should test them.”

“riki,” you warned, but your cheeks flushed at his teasing tone. in response, he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving a faint mark of coral lip tint behind. “there, a little something just for you.”

you froze, your brush midair, and fixed him with an exasperated glare. “riki! you’ve ruined it again, that’s the third time!” he laughed, utterly unrepentant. “what can i say? your face is more fun to decorate than mine.”

“you’re impossible,” you muttered, grabbing a makeup wipe to start over. “at this rate, you’re going on stage with bare lips.”

“then the fans will get the real me,” he said with a playful shrug.

“no, the fans will get a makeup artist who quits her job halfway through the tour because of you,” you shot back, though your lips twitched in amusement.

as you leaned in again, riki stared at you with unabashed affection, making no effort to hide how enamored he was. the way your brows furrowed in concentration, the way you bit your lip when you worked—it all made his heart race.

“riki, stop looking at me like that,” you murmured without glancing up.

“like what?”

“like you’re about to—”

before you could finish, he closed the distance between you two and kissed you square on the lips. it was soft but lingering, enough to make you forget for a moment that you guys were backstage, mere minutes before showtime. when he pulled back, your carefully applied lip tint was smeared, and his own lips were a mess.

“—do that,” you finished, blinking at him.

he grinned, completely unbothered. “you make it hard to resist, baby.” you sighed dramatically, though your cheeks were pink. “i give up. you’re going on stage like this.”

“no, no, no,” he said quickly, laughing. “i’ll behave this time, i swear.” you arched an eyebrow. “you said that five kisses ago.”

“this time, i mean it,” he said, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands in mock innocence. “scout’s honor.”

the other members started laughing. jake smirked at riki from his chair. “you’ve got it bad, riki.”

“jealous?” riki shot back, unbothered by the teasing.

you sighed, rolling your eyes but smiling as you reached for the lip tint again, applying it with quick, practiced strokes. riki stayed still this time, though you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. “there,” you said at last, stepping back to inspect your work. “you’re ready.”

“perfect,” he said, glancing at himself in the mirror. then he turned to you with a cheeky smile. “almost as perfect as you.”

“flattery won’t save you if you mess it up again,” you warned, though you couldn’t help but smile. a knock on the door interrupted them and the groups manager poked their head in. “you guys are on in five.”

“got it!” riki called, standing up. he looked down at you, his expression softening. “wish me luck?”

“break a leg,” you said with a small smile, your voice gentler now. “and please don’t kiss anyone on stage.” he chuckled. “you know my lips are only yours.”

with a wink, he was gone, leaving you to clean up your station. you could hear the deafening roar of the crowd as the show began and a small smile tugged at your lips. as exasperating as he could be, there was no denying how proud you were of him.

hours later, the concert was in full swing. you watched from backstage, your heart swelling with pride as riki belted out the final dance moves of their song. his moves effortless and smooth, his stage presence captivating as always. by now, he and the other members took their final bows and headed offstage.

riki burst into the dressing room, still glowing with the adrenaline of the performance. his hair was damp with sweat, his shirt clinging to him, and he looked every bit of the star he was.

“y/nnn,” he called, his voice still slightly hoarse. he scanned the room until his eyes found you and his face lit up. without hesitation, he strode over, pulling you into a tight hug.

“riki, you’re all sweaty!” you protested, laughing as you tried to push him away.

“and i missed you,” he said smiling, grabbing your chin, turning you to face him, and leaning in without hesitation to kiss you before you could respond. his lips still tinted faintly with the remnants of his stage makeup. when he pulled back, your own lips bore the faint coral hue.

“you just kissed off the last bit of your lip tint,” you said, your voice soft but teasing. “good,” riki said, his grin boyish and unrepentant. “it belongs on you anyway.”

their moment was interrupted by the other members filing into the room. jake let out a low whistle, grinning as he pointed at the couple. “you really can’t keep your lips off her, huh?”

“you’re gonna wear her out before the next show,” joked jungwon. riki rolled his eyes but kept his arm firmly around your waist. “jealousy isn’t a good look on you guys.”

“sure, sure,” jake said with a laugh. “just try not to kiss off her patience, too.” you shook your head smiling, “too late for that.”

riki leans down to kiss your lips again and looked into your eyes, ignoring the teasing entirely. “lucky for me, she loves me anyway.”

“unfortunately for me,” you muttered, though the warmth in your smile gave you away.

⋆｡°✩ @miukidoll @flufflights

[jayparked]

when they say "stop doing that" - enhypen

pairing: enhypen x gender neutral reader genre: fluff au: established relationship warnings: swearing, enha boys are down bad (and kinda cringe), slightly suggestive for some(?)

a/n: ♡ pls like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed!

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[forlovvers]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ soft spot

pair: sunghoon x f!reader | genre: fluff !! humor ?, smau oneshot | warning(s): suggestive jokes, one curse word lol | synopsis: sunghoon bf texts 😝

lynne’s notez🗒️: yayayayayay i posted

[callmemonster68]

the ball of the condemned | n.rk - ni-ki

Y/N, a dancer who aspires to be immortalized on stage, makes a pact with Niki, a demon who demands that she perform intimate and seductive dances for an audience composed of damned souls. Each performance intensifies her skill and fame, but also deepens her connection with the underworld, and what intensifies the most is Niki’s attraction to her.

paring: demon!ni-ki x fem!reader 18+

wc: 1,054

warnings: nsfw content, unprotected sex

The hall was a cathedral of perdition, with arches of intertwined bones and walls pulsating as if they were alive. Phantom candelabras cast spectral light, flickering over the faces of an audience made up of damned souls — creatures disfigured by sin, but with eyes fixed on Y/N with insatiable hunger.

Her red dress seemed made of congealed blood, molding to her body like a second skin. As she glided towards the stage, the sound of her heels was an echo that resonated in the hearts of the audience and, even more so, in Niki’s, who watched her from the shadows.

Niki: Still hesitating? (his voice came low, almost a purr that scratched her ears like a predatory cat playing with its prey)

She turned, meeting his eyes: two live embers, like windows to a private hell. The cruel perfection of his features contrasted with the palpable darkness that surrounded him.

Y/N: It’s not hesitation. It’s control (Y/N replied, their voice firm but with the heat of a veiled threat)

Niki’s smile was slow, a malicious curve that said more than any word. He approached like a living shadow, until he was close enough for his warmth to touch her skin.

Niki: Control… (he let the word slip out like a sigh, his eyes dropping to her lips before returning to her eyes) We’ll see how much of that control is left when this is over tonight.

Niki: This is not an ordinary stage, my dear. (his voice was low, an invitation and a threat) Here, every movement of yours is a spell, every glance a torment for those who watch. You feel that, don’t you? The power, the lust… growing inside you.

A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine, but it wasn’t fear. It was something deeper, more visceral. The heat of his presence seemed to lick her skin, awakening sensations she could barely contain.

Y/N: What if I fail? (asked, the voice failing to hide their vulnerability)

He laughed, a hoarse laugh that made the air around vibrate.

Niki: You’re not going. I chose you for a reason. (he raised a hand and touched her face with the tips of his fingers. The touch was brief, but laden with a silent promise) Go, my dancer. Show them what it means to dance with the soul.

When she finally stepped onto the stage, the melody that began to play seemed composed of distant screams and lost promises. Each movement of Y/N was an enchantment, a dance that evoked the essence of desire and suffering. Her hips swayed in a hypnotic cadence, and every curve of her body seemed an invitation to the abyss.

Niki’s eyes didn’t leave hers for a moment. There was something in his movements as he watched her, as if each turn, each arch of her back was shaping him. He wasn’t the predator there. She was.

When the last note faded, the hall erupted in applause and deafening cheers, but Y/N only heard Niki’s heavy breathing. He was by her side before she realized, the palms of his hands burning against her skin as he guided her off the stage.

In the dressing room, the tension exploded like a wire stretched to its limit.

Niki: Tonight you were…

Niki started, but stopped, observing her as if she were something he still couldn’t comprehend.

Y/N took off the dress in a firm movement, exposing the hot and sweaty skin from the effort of the dance. His eyes burned, as if seeing her body were a sentence he had condemned himself.

Y/N: Don’t say anything, Niki (she interrupted, stepping closer and lifting his chin with her finger) Just… show me.

He didn’t hesitate. His hands slid over her waist with the strength of a demon and the delicacy of a lover. The kiss he stole from her lips was a mixture of lust and desperation, as if each moment were the last.

Niki pushed her against the table, sweeping the objects off with a single motion before lifting Y/N and sitting her there. He knelt between her legs, his eyes fixed on hers as he kissed her skin, like a worshiper before his deity, his lips found her drenched intimacy, and with mastery, he licked her.

Niki: You have no idea what you’re doing to me (he murmured against her skin, his teeth grazing the curve of her waist before descending)

Y/N pulled him by the hair, forcing him to look at her.

Y/N: And you think I don’t know what you’re doing to me?

His smile was grim, as if that provocation was exactly what he had been waiting for. Niki stood up, taking off his shirt and revealing a torso marked with ancient runes that seemed to glow with an inner light.

He took Y/N in his arms and laid her on the nearby sofa, each movement a reminder of his supernatural strength. He was intense, but each touch seemed dedicated to adoring her, as if she were the center of his universe.

When he finally entered her, the room seemed to disappear. It was as if every touch, every movement was a storm, dragging them into a world where pain and pleasure were indistinguishable. Her body arched against his, her nails scratching his back, leaving marks that he seemed to savor.

Niki: Say my name (he whispered, his eyes burning like glowing coals)

Y/N: Niki… (her voice was a moan, but laden with authority)

He held her tighter.

When the climax came, it was like thunder reverberating through their bodies. She screamed, and he followed, his face buried in her neck as their bodies trembled together.

For a moment, time stood still. Only their heavy breathing filled the space.

Niki: You destroy me, Y/N (whispered, with a broken voice, eyes shining with something that seemed deeper than lust) Thank you… for everything.

He kissed her forehead, a gesture that seemed as intimate as the act itself. Y/N, breathless, smiled softly, knowing that in that moment she had reached not only his heart but something even darker and more powerful.

However, deep down in her mind, she knew that this pact would still come with a price that neither of them was ready to pay.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[mytarotenergy]

who's most likely to smoke and drink in enhypen?

Who might smoke/drink in enhypen

Jake

-Smoking: Yes

-Drinking: Yes

Sunghoon

Smoking: Yes (in social settings and sometimes he smokes impulsively)

-Drinking: Yes

Jay

Smoking: maybe

-Drinking: Yes

Heeseung

Smoking: sometimes (in social settings and maybe when hes stressed)

-Drinking: yes

Sunoo

Smoking: no

Drinking: Yes

Jungwon

Smoking: No

Drinking: yes (not excessive)

Ni-Ki

- Smoking: Nope

-Drinking: Occasionally