#niki

[riki-riks-chick]

His arms.. The waist.. His hair... The FACE omg 😫

He's literally so hot I'm drooling 😓

[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.

[callmemonster68]

NIKI - The Ball of the Condemned ( slight smut )

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.

Pairing: Niki Demon X FemReader (Masterlist)

Genre: Slight Smut

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises

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 ✿

[ikeubite]

enchella is coming!

[secret-moonstruck]

UNDER THE SPELL OF THE MOON | ENHYPEN ??

Weekly challenge: secret-moonstruck x callmemonster68

— Pairing: enhypen x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: Only one victim, only one heart was needed for Y/N to invoke her powers through the moon. But seven could be much more appetizing.

— Genre: smut, gore.

— Words: 5.512.

— Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, praising, cum inside, making out, clit play, begging, hickeys, cum eating, overstimulation, injuries, slaps, pet play, submission, blood, gore, death, murder.

— 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.

Y/N's golden eyes sparkled as she watched from the top of the building the group of friends leaving a restaurant. Her pointy, red nails drummed on the floor beside her as a smile covered her lips.

Normally she would just wait for the night of the full moon to arrive, then choose a pure and innocent victim with a kind soul, take her to her home where she would devour his heart, intensifying his powers and extending his immortality.

But she still had time, so she spent the whole night observing this group of friends, they were as close as brothers, there was a connection between them that Y/N could feel even from a distance. They were the type of people who would do anything for each other, a connection probably created over many years since they were children. A connection that Y/N would love to ruin, a connection that would certainly leave their sweet little hearts in pieces when broken, making them even tastier, and giving Y/N much more power. She decided to have some fun for the next few days before performing the ritual.

Y/N waited for them to separate and he chose your victim.

Sunghoon was alone, the empty and silent street now wet from the sudden rain, it was then that he heard the sound of crying in the distance in an alley. He followed the sound and as he turned the corner he saw the girl lying on the ground, injured, crying, her clothes soaked and dirty.

- Oh my god, what happened to you? - He asked worriedly, approaching the girl, trying to lift her.

- I was attacked, a strange creature, I managed to escape but I couldn't go any further. - She said desperately through tears.

- Come, I'll help you.  - He lifted her onto his lap, as she didn't seem able to walk at the moment.

Not knowing what to do, Sunghoon took the girl to his apartment.

- Thank you for helping me. My name is Y/N. - She said as she left the bathroom, now clean, dry and wearing Sunghoon's clothes. 

- Imagine, it was nothing. Are you better? - He asked approaching her. - I'm Sunghoon.

- Yes, I am, thank you very much. - She replied, but she was holding her arm covering something.

Sunghoon noticed this and took her hand away noticing a wound, he turned her around and noticed that the wound went to her back.

- You're not well. - He said scolding her. - Come on, let's take care of this.

He made her sit on the couch with her back facing him while he tended to the wound, but the wound was covered by the shirt she was wearing.

- Y/N... I'm sorry but I can't take care of that part.

- Okay. Just a minute. - Y/N replied, adjusting herself.

Sunghoon was shocked, she simply took off her shirt and held it against her chest. Your back completely exposed to him. 

Not knowing how to react he started to tend to the wound, he didn't know what to think, how could she do that if she didn't even know him. What if he was someone bad and attacked her?

Sunghoon's long fingers slowly touched Y/N's bare back, he had already finished treating the wound but without realizing it he began to caress her soft skin, causing goosebumps.

- Sunghoon… - Y/N moaned his name, almost inaudible, but he heard her. 

He continued to caress her, his hands passing through her arms as he approached her body, he seemed in a trance, she automatically tilted her neck, leaving it exposed to him, who slowly distributed kisses.

Sunghoon didn't know what was happening, he never acted like this on impulse, with a stranger, but something about her was enchanting him. He couldn't think, his body just acted on instinct. He turned her towards him and kissed her, an intense kiss and even though it was soft it was covered in flames. Both being set on fire as he pulled her onto his lap, stripping her of her clothes, Y/N's eager hands doing the same to him. I wish them consuming in an explosion of pleasure, a night he was sure he would never forget.

The next morning, when Sunghoon woke up Y/N was missing, she left a note.

“I'm sorry about yesterday, I hope you don't think wrong about me, I'm not that kind of person, something about you weakened me, I acted without thinking. I'm sorry."

Sunghoon felt that the note had a sweet aroma, and as he reread the note he felt a burning sensation in his chest, when he looked at what it was he saw a strange mark, it looked like some kind of writing marking in red, but he couldn't identify it, his chest burned again and the mark disappeared.

Jay didn't like going to parties but it was his friend's birthday so he agreed to go. He just stood there among his friends drinking while watching the dance floor. He was bored, he wanted to get away from there, it was noisy, crowded, hot, uncomfortable, he just wanted to be in the comfort of his home.

He was about to say goodbye to his friends when he saw her. He couldn't help but smile at how lost the girl looked, her innocent eyes looking around looking scared of the crowd. She was beautiful, she didn't have the look of someone who was there to have sex with anyone, she had an appearance with a subtle and natural sensuality, contrasting with her innocent look. Jay felt sorry for her and decided to see if she needed help.

- Sorry to approach you like this, but do you need help? Are you looking for someone?

- Ooooh, my friends disappeared, I don't know if they left, I don't even know how I'm going to get home, I don't even know where this place is. - She seemed worried.

- Hmmm, well, if you accept trusting a stranger. I can take it. - He offered it to her. - My name is Jay.

- Serious? Will you help me? Thanks Jay. - She jumped excitedly. – Me I call Y/N. Thank you very much indeed.

As they approached the car, Jay noticed that Y/N stopped walking.

- I'm sorry, Jay.  - Y/N said between tears. - I lied, my friends didn't leave me alone. They saw that I was interested in you and let me see if I could get close to you. I'm sorry. You don't have to take me. I'm sorry, I'll call them.

He stopped for a moment, watching her as he thought. He normally wouldn't go out with a stranger he met at a random party. But something about her attracted him, he felt something pulling him towards that girl, who had a balance of innocence and sensuality. He saw her face in tears and wanted to protect her from anything that made her cry, but it also made him want to.

- Don't be sorry Y/N, I'm not mad or anything. - He said caressing her face. - You wanted my attention and you got it.

Jay held her face between his big hands and kissed her. It started out as something soft and gentle, but little by little he felt himself burning up for her. He pulled her closer, his hands going down to her exposed legs, he was about to lift her up when he remembered they were in a public parking lot. He wouldn't do that to her there.

- Y/N if you really want to go through with this, we can go to my apartment. - He said to the girl who just nodded, her face red and anxious.

When they arrived at Jay's apartment, they barely made it through the door before he kissed her again, a trail of clothes everywhere they went. His body burned against hers, their bodies seemed to recognize each other as they moved in sync, while sighs mixed throughout the room.

Jay woke up in the middle of the night with Y/N ​​still lying on his chest as he felt his chest burning, he watched as a strange mark appeared over it, the strange letters disappearing as quickly as they appeared. He thought it was some dream so he just ignored it.

Sunoo was walking back to her apartment when he saw her hunched over, huddled in front of the apartment next door, she looked frustrated.

- Hello, did something happen? - He asked the girl gently.

- Oooh, I moved away little by little to this apartment…but I'm so stupid that I forgot my password. - She replied making a face.

Sunoo laughed, she looked cute, but he noticed how she was wearing a short white dress, which didn't make sense since it was really cold.

- How about we do it like this? You can come in and warm up a bit while you try to remember your password. - He offered, worried that she would freeze there. - Could it be?

- Would you do that? Aaaah thank you so much, I was afraid I was going to freeze to death…my brain apparently already froze. - She joked.

While she was trying to remember her password, Sunoo made them hot chocolate. Neither of them noticed the hours passing as they chatted animatedly, Y/N for a moment forgot why she was there, she really was comfortable with his sweetness. But as easily as she forgot, she remembered why she was there, she had no time to waste. Maintaining her awkward posture, she spilled her hot chocolate on him.

- Oh no, I'm sorry Sunoo. - She desperately tried to help him. - This is so hot, did you burn yourself?

- No, it's okay.  - He smiled calming her before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. - There's no need to worry Y/N, it's okay.

- Here, let me help you. - She said following him.

She tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt pulling it up helping him take it off.

- Are you sure you didn't burn yourself? - She asked, while innocently pulling his shirt to see if his body wasn't burned.

He felt like he had caught her belly but he didn't want to make her feel guilty so he lied, that it hadn't burned as he pulled his shirt back but she could still see it.

- Chocolate burn can get ugly, we need to take care of it. - She scolded him.

She asked where there were things to take care of the burn, he said he had them in his room and she dragged him there making him show her where it was.

Y/N made him sit on the bed after he handed over the box with the necessary things. She tried to take care of the wound by lifting his shirt just a little, but it kept getting in the way so she made him take it off. Sunoo felt embarrassed but obeyed her.

As Y/N's gentle fingers tended to the burn he tried to ignore the shivers on his body. She blew gently after applying the ointment, making him even more tense.

- You are very beautiful Sunoo. - Y/N said softly, looking into his eyes, her fingers gently running over his skin.

- I… yeah… Thank you… I guess… - He was very nervous. - Have you finished?

- Not yet. - Y/N replied, bringing her face closer to his.

Sunoo tried to pull away but his body wouldn't allow it, he wanted this, something about her paralyzed him, he couldn't help but yearn for this kiss. Giving up he gave in and kissed her, an unknown heat suddenly emerging shocking him. Without realizing it, he deepened the kiss, making it more intense, pulling her onto his lap, her hands glued to his bare chest, while she moved on his lap, rubbing herself, making him excited. 

- Stop Y/N, please, if it continues like this there is no going back. - He asked when breaking the kiss, his eyes still closed, avoiding looking at her, if he saw her he would give in again.

Y/N smiled, he was really trying hard, she could feel how his soul was so deliciously sweet, his heart too good, she wanted to devour him right there, but it wasn't the time yet.

- So there's no turning back, because I want you Sunoo. - She whispered before kissing him again.

Sunoo threw away the last bit of control, desire consuming him. The desire to possess her was too strong, he had never felt anything like it. He lost consciousness, his clothes disappearing in seconds as their bodies became one.

He was immersed in pleasure when he felt the burning in his chest, different from when he burned himself earlier, he felt the letters being engraved under Y/N's touch, that pain causing more pleasure blinding him, he couldn't take it anymore.

The next day Sunoo was still trying to clear his mind, he looked at his chest in the mirror, looking for the mark, he was sure of what he saw and felt, but the mark wasn't there...Maybe he imagined it.

Heeseung passed in front of the flower shop and saw Y/N coming out carrying so many flowers that it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to go far as it covered her vision.

- Do you want help? - Heeseung offered politely.

- You are an angel, thank you very much.

Y/N explained that she needed to make a delivery but the delivery guy would take a while so she was going in person as it wasn't too far away. He offered to give her a ride.

During the way Heeseung felt discomfort, the smell of the flowers was making him dizzy, feverish, he didn't understand why. But everything got worse on the way back, and Y/N, realizing he insisted on waiting a while in his store, offered him a cold juice to try to get better.

Heeseung didn't understand what was happening, his body felt strange, and his mind became cloudy, his eyes followed Y/N as she walked around the store arranging flowers, organizing orders, he struggled to look away when she went up the stairs looking for something on the high shelves, her short skirt revealing too much, it was becoming unbearable for him, every minute there made him feel guilty for the thoughts that were starting to invade his mind.

- I better go. Thank you, I'm better now. - Heeseung dropped the glass and was about to leave when Y/N interrupted him.

- No, you're hot, you could get sick on the street. - Y/N was touching her feverish face. - Heeseung… maybe you are sensitive to aromas?

- What? Why? - What did that have to do with it? He didn't understand.

- Well, some aromas can be aphrodisiacs, especially for people who are sensitive to them.

- Can what? 

- Don't you know what it means? - Y/N's eyes were fixed on his as she inched closer and closer.

- I know. - Heeseung was nervous about the proximity, so he felt like he was trapped between Y/N and a table.

- So, I'm sorry, my flowers caused this to you...maybe to apologize, I can help you. 

Heeseung didn't try to run away or fight his desires, instead he pulled Y/N into a kiss, which burned as much as his body.

Fortunately they were almost at the back of the store, or anyone passing by would see what was happening there, Y/N leaning against the table while Heeseung possessed her body, his hands holding her hair pulling her closer to him, just so he could distribute kisses to her exposed neck.

His body burned so much as he moved against her that he barely cared as the letters glowed across his chest, burning into his skin.

Ni-Ki was arriving at the club when he saw Y/N trying to break free from a drunk guy, he didn't hesitate to hit the guy.

- Are you well? - Ni-Ki asked Y/N.

- Yes, thank you very much, that guy was disgusting.

They entered the club together, his friends were calling him, but he ignored them and went with Y/N ​​to the bar where they talked for a long time while drinking. Y/N showing her charms that perfectly fused between innocence and sensuality, attracting Ni-Ki's interest more and more, her smiles and looks expressing desire, not like someone who goes after anyone at the bar, but for him, just for him. Y/N getting closer and closer as the topic became less superfluous, becoming more intimate.

When Ni-Ki was sure she didn't show any signs of hesitation he kissed her, and at that moment her flame consumed him. When he felt how the situation was progressing he broke the kiss, no words were needed for both of them to know that they should take this to a more private place.

As the club had a private area, he asked for one of the rooms where friends normally held their exclusive parties, but Ni-Ki wanted to party only with Y/N ​​at that moment.

While Ni-Ki spoke to the waiter still at the door dismissing him after getting the drinks, Y/N sat down, not on one of the many sofas that surrounded the room, but on the table in the center. 

The music playing in the back of the room, while she told him to go to one of the sofas. Y/N climbed onto the table on her knees and hands and smiled at him before getting up on the table, Ni-Ki was in awe of the woman in front of her as she danced sensually, the pieces of clothing leaving her body following her movements, her hands running over her own naked body, she went down on the table again going to him. Y/N sat on Ni-Ki moving on his lap as she removed his clothes. Before long the room became noisy, the music mixing with the obscene sounds of their bodies and their moans. Ni-ki's name was heard repeatedly in that room as he lost more and more control, not knowing how many times one brought extreme pleasure to the other.

Ni-Ki had his face between Y/N's legs, her hair being pulled as she begged for him, that's when he felt the mark burning his chest, he was so focused on taking Y/N to the limit that he ignored the burning caused by the words that soon disappeared.

The clothing store seemed almost empty, there were There were few people there, Jungwon was going to the fitting room to try on the clothes he was interested in, when he heard someone asking for help in one of the booths, he thought it was strange but didn't ignore it.

- Hello, is everything okay? - He asked politely.

- Oh finally, please, can you help me? - A female voice asked politely. 

- I'm going to call a saleswoman, just a minute. 

- No need, you can help me.

Hesitantly he opened the door, Y/N couldn't unzip the dress she was trying on, she asked him to help her, when he entered the cabin she closed the door.

Jungwon's hands shook as he opened the dress, but his entire body froze in the next moment, instead of holding the dress, Y/N let it slide down her body and fall at her feet.

- I'm very sorry. - Jungwon she tried to leave the dressing room after several seconds in which he unknowingly admired Y/N's body.

- Wait. - Y/N's hands stopping him. - Why were you so nervous? You're not getting turned on by a stranger you met minutes ago in a store fitting room, are you?

- I...don't...just...I better go. - He he tried to leave again, but Y/N placed herself between him and the door, her body very close to his.

- If I were you, I wouldn't go out like this...it could be complicated. - Her eyes pointing towards his pants, which were obviously much tighter.

- I can help you. - Y/N's sweet whisper hypnotizing him, unconsciously he agreed. - By the way, I'm Y/N, you better know my name at least.

- Jungwon...my name is Jungwon. - The answer was low.

Y/N's hands descending down his body to the zipper of his pants.

Jungwon's head was leaning against the wall of the dressing room, his mouth almost bleeding as he tried to avoid moaning for fear of someone hearing, while Y/N was on her knees in front of him, that was great but the image of her half naked in front of him kept repeating in his mind.

- Please Y/N, I want…. I want…

- No need to ask. I want you inside me too.

They were both sure that anyone in the store would know what was going on there. But they didn't care, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure they were feeling. The eyes of Jungwon fixos in the mirror watching in amazement as he disappeared inside Y/N, and so he saw perfectly when the mark was burned into his chest and disappeared, but he didn't have time to think about it, his attention was only on Y/N. 

Jake was with his friends at a restaurant, he saw the girl alone drunk with her head lying on the table, he approached to check on her. Y/N was very drunk, he tried his best to find out her address to send her home in a taxi, but he didn't get an answer, he was worried about leaving her there so even though he was afraid he thought the best option was to take her with him, as he noticed some men looking at her strangely.

He was afraid that she would be scared to wake up if she saw him there, so he thought of leaving her sleeping in the living room next to a note explaining why she was there. But the moment he went to release the note, Y/N's eyes opened, meeting his, he was the one who got scared, she just smiled.

- Thanks. - She said as she sat down, she looked at the note. - You are very kind. What is your name?

-Jake.  - His name came out shaky with nervousness.

- Oh, Jake, a beautiful name. My name is Y/N. - A sweet smile on your face as you adjusted yourself on the sofa, giving him space to sit. - Aren't you afraid of bringing a stranger into your house?

- No, I was afraid that you would feel scared when you woke up in a stranger's house.

- I understand, but no. I can see perfectly well that you would not harm me. I know you've already done a lot for me, but... would you mind if I stayed the night? I got into a fight with my roommate, I really didn't want to go back today.

- Of course, it's okay. - Jake was very kind.

- Aaaah, thank you very much. - She excitedly hugged him, making him blush.

Jake noticed how uncomfortable she was wearing clothes, so he offered her a change of clothes and let her take a shower before bed. But the moment Y/N got out of the shower, he regretted his kindness, she was only wearing her shirt, leaving her legs exposed, the shirt might be big, but not big enough, he couldn't help but look at her body.

- You may be kind, but you're not innocent Jake. - Y/N's tone of voice and smile changing as she approached him. - You're not thinking about attacking the innocent girl you protected from the bad guys at the restaurant, are you?

He realized late that he was cornered, she was too close, his breathing was heavy as her hands roamed his body.

- I'm just kidding, you don't have to worry, I assure you that no matter what you do to me, it's nothing I don't would want. - She pulled him, their lips almost touching. - Do whatever you want with me Jake.

That's exactly what he did, now she was the one with her back pressed against the wall as he lifted her onto his lap. His entire body burning under the spell of her lips, he took her to his bedroom where he was consumed and blinded by desire, his body moving for more as Y/N rode him, his hands firmly on her waist controlling her movements, pressing her body against his as he filled her insides as they both climaxed.

Jake's eyes were closed as his breathing returned to normal, when he felt the letters burning into his chest, he groaned in pain, but when he opened his eyes the mark was gone.

The days that followed Y/N was all that existed on their minds, the small spell she cast was enough for them to become obsessed with her.

That night the full moon shone brightly under the ruins of the great hall in the middle of the forest, a place that was probably a great castle many years ago.

Y/n was sitting on a large stone table swinging her legs excitedly as she looked at the moon, her golden eyes shining brightly as she felt most alive, full moon nights were when her powers were at their peak. 

- The day has finally arrived. - The smile on his face would scare anyone who saw it.

Facing the moon Y/N began her spell as the dagger in her hands made her arm bleed. Blood dripping onto the floor over letters identical to the ones that were marked on his seven victims, one of his eyes changed color now glowing a beautiful shade of pink.

One by one One of the men she marked felt a sharp pain in her chest and her marks appeared, along with a vision.

“Y/N was trapped in the great forest hall, injured while the others were around her torturing her.”

They fell into despair when they saw her there, and worse seeing their beloved friends hurting the woman who hadn't left their minds for a second since they met her. Without hesitation they headed to the place where Y/N was waiting for them. 

She had never bewitched and manipulated the minds of seven people at once, but it was easy and she was ecstatic, spinning and laughing around the abandoned hall as she felt their desperation to save her. Meticulously leaving objects that would serve as weapons for them.

Jake was the first to arrive, he saw Y/N passed out in the middle of the room and ran to help her, but before he reached her Jay arrived, both having hallucinations, seeing the other threaten and hurt Y/N, they immediately started fighting.

One by one they arrived in the large hall and joined the fight, Y/N had fun watching them while they were still hallucinating seeing her defenseless and injured. 

It was absurdly charming to see the best friends fighting each other, but the climax was when the deaths started.

Y/N's eyes were shining brighter and brighter when she saw Jake take a knife and stab Heeseung in the stomach several times. But Jake didn't live much longer, as almost at the same time he began to suffocate when Sunghoon tied a rope around his neck, killing him almost immediately.

Y/N laughed sadistically as she watched them, she ran to Heeseung's fallen body, ripping out his heart before doing the same to Jake, she returned to the large table she was sitting on top of, and devoured their hearts as the fight continued, her legs swinging excitedly, her eyes turning dark red.

Jay and Sunoo were fighting, but a dagger flashed before Sunoo's eyes and he killed Jay immediately, Sunghoon who was coming angrily at him didn't see the dagger in his hand when he attacked him, he only noticed it when it was stuck in his chest.

While Jungwon's hands squeezed Ni-Ki's throat, choking him, the boy was almost losing consciousness when the blade in Sunoo's hands cut Jungwon's throat.

Y/N was distracted devouring the hearts from the bodies of others and almost didn't see when Ni-Ki fought with Sunoo and took the dagger he was wielding and went through Sunoo's chest, his body collapsed to the ground.

- Run away Y/N, they are not them anymore, Ni-Ki is still alive, you must run away, he will hurt her. - He said, seeing Y/N approaching him, he was dying, blood was already coming out of her lips. - I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you.

- My poor boy, the sweetest, so pure and naive. - Y/N's fingers caressed his face, comforting him. - Don't worry, Ni-Ki can't hurt me. You were good, don't worry. Thank you for fighting for me, my dear. A waste for you to die like this, you would be perfect serving me. But know that your sweet heart will always be with me.

Holding his face as blood ran down his lips, his life hanging by a thread, Y/N kissed him sweetly.

- Goodbye my dear Sunoo. - Y/N said as her hand crossed his chest, ripping out his heart.

Y/N stood up leaving Sunoo's bloody and lifeless body on the floor, his heart in her hands, she devoured it as she approached Ni-Ki.

Y/N's glowing red eyes found Ni-Ki. She expected to see panic in his eyes, by now he must have woken up and realized what he had done, his heart was probably filled with fear.

Y/N's fingers tracing Ni-Ki's face, the tip of her nail lifting her chin to look him in the eyes. While the other hand touched his chest, feeling his heart racing. She smiled thinking about how his eager heart would soon be hers.

But the smile suddenly disappeared as he studied his gaze, he wasn't panicked or sad or anything. On the contrary, a smile appeared on his face and his hand held Y/N's hand against his chest.

- You feel no remorse, no fear. - Y/N said smiling, a proud and devilish smile, her eyes getting darker and darker. - You took pleasure in killing them.

- They lusted after you, I would never allow any of them to have you Y/N. You are mine.

Y/N laughed loudly, this pathetic human thought she could be HIS?

- You are more naive than you think, do you really think that I will be yours? You are just a weak human, you could have killed your friends, those who protected you so much and loved and cared for you. You have a horrible soul. But all you could offer me was your heart, but not even that serves me anymore, your heart is cruel and dirty, it is useless to me. But I'll be good and kill him, it wouldn't be fair to the others to leave him alive.

Ni-Ki pulled Y/N by the waist, placing their bodies together, their lips almost touching.

- Are you really going to kill me?  - He whispered against her lips, she smiled, evaluating him.

- You know Ni-Ki, you're right, it would be a waste, your human soul has already become so dark and your heart so dirty that I imagine how deliciously terrible you would be if you transformed.

Y/N closed the distance between them by kissing Ni-Ki fiercely, but the kiss didn't last long, she soon pulled away smiling, snatched the dagger from his hands and made a cut again on his arm, then handed it to Ni-KI while his blood flowed.

- Drink, become mine for eternity. - Y/N's eyes were now completely black covered by their darkness while her smile became more and more devilish.

Without hesitation, Ni-Ki took Y/N's arm and drank her blood, at the same moment he felt an agonizing pain throughout his body.

- Did you deceive me? I'm dying.  - He moaned of longing, fallen on the floor.

- Not mine darling, only your soul is dying. - Y/N bent down in front of him, stroking his hair. - You, my love, are just reborn, being reborn for your mine.

The pain was unbearable, his heart felt like it was on fire, his entire body ached as if hundreds of blades were running through his veins. He screamed in agony, then silence took over the place.

When Y/N held Ni-Ki's face and lifted it up, his eyes were black like hers, there was only emptiness and darkness in them. black marks spread across his face.

- So beautiful, now you belong to me. My devilish boy.

There was no more pain, there was nothing left for him to feel, just desire, he wanted Y/N, and now he would have her.

With a quick movement that surprised Y/N, Ni-ki stood up, lifting her onto his lap before kissing her, a kiss full of desire and flames, there was only her in his mind, he longed for her, the real her, not the Y/N who seduced him that day, but the demonic Y/N that was in his arms covered in blood, the demonic Y/N that made him kill the only people that mattered in his life.

Next challenge: Freedom

[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.

[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!

♡ masterlist

all rights reserved jayparked 09/03/24 do not copy, repost, or translate

[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

[dksfml]

Love 119 [Part One]

part of my paramedic!jungwon series. [part two] [part three] [part four (prequel)]

pairing: paramedic!jungwon x doctor!reader genre: workplace tension, constant bickering, fluff (trust me) word count: 2.7k summary: jungwon and you made it a habit to constantly be at each other's throats, especially in the emergency room. while he barked orders, you fired back just as fiercely. but once the doors closed, the tension shifted into a warm intimacy that only you two knew. author's note: self-indulgent fic because i've seen no one writing this trope

The late afternoon sun was just beginning to dip behind the skyline when the call came in—an emergency at a construction site on the outskirts of the city.

Jungwon barely had time to glance at his watch before he was in motion, his team falling in line behind him as the sirens wailed and the ambulance tore through the city streets.

Arriving at the site, chaos greeted them. Workers were clustered around a man lying motionless on the ground, his hard hat cracked and discarded nearby, dust and debris littering the air. Jungwon’s jaw tightened, taking in the scene in a flash. This wasn’t good.

“Let’s move,” he barked, his tone sharp but calm, his team already spreading out as they grabbed the necessary equipment from the ambulance.

He strode forward with an authoritative air, his well-built frame and broad shoulders drawing more than a few eyes from the construction workers, some of whom were openly staring at him, their faces filled with a mix of concern and awe.

“Step back, please,” Jungwon said firmly but politely, the workers quickly making way as he knelt down beside the injured man.

His dark hair, just a bit tousled from the rush, caught the light, and the sharp angles of his jawline seemed even more pronounced against the backdrop of the gritty site. His team watched him with admiration; Jungwon always exuded this calm, confident charm that somehow made even the most panicked scenes feel manageable.

Jungwon quickly assessed the man’s condition. The patient was unconscious, his breathing shallow. One of his teammates handed over the stethoscope, and Jungwon listened intently to the faint sounds of the man’s breathing. His brow furrowed.

“Possible head trauma. We’ve got low oxygen saturation,” he muttered under his breath, signaling for the oxygen mask as his hands moved swiftly yet delicately over the man’s body, checking for fractures and injuries.

His every move was precise, commanding attention—not just because of his skill but the way he carried himself. Even in the face of an emergency, he looked collected, like he was born to handle the pressure.

"Jungwon," his teammate called from the side, holding the patient's chart. "No significant external bleeding. We’ve got a weak pulse though, around 130, BP's borderline. We need to get him out of here fast."

Jungwon’s eyes narrowed as he nodded, quickly making a decision. “Let’s secure his airway first and immobilize his spine. We can’t risk any movement.” He made the call as he smoothly slid the oxygen mask onto the patient’s face, adjusting it with a gentleness that contrasted the urgency of the situation. His fingers brushed over the man’s wrist, checking his pulse again. A slight frown creased his forehead.

With practiced ease, his team set up a backboard to stabilize the patient, while Jungwon prepared to radio the hospital. His deep voice echoed through the dust-laden air, crisp and calm. “We’re looking at a possible internal bleed or brain injury—trauma to the head, decreased GCS. Get Y/N on standby. She’ll want to know.”

He tapped his earpiece, dialing straight into the hospital, his tone switching effortlessly into that of a strict professional.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice filled with authority as he spoke into the receiver, “we’ve got a situation here. Male, late twenties, unconscious after a fall from height—GCS is 4. We’ve administered oxygen and immobilized his spine, but he’s unresponsive. Internal injuries are likely.”

There was a brief pause on the other end, before your voice came through, crisp and all business. “Vitals?”

Jungwon rattled off the numbers, his tone growing sharper as he outlined the gravity of the situation. “BP’s dropping fast, pulse is weak, pupils uneven—one’s blown. It’s not looking good.”

“Get him here as fast as you can,” you replied, your voice steady. “We’ll be ready when you arrive. I need him in trauma two for imaging, and you better give me a detailed report when you get here.”

Jungwon rolled his eyes subtly, though no one else could hear his exasperation. “Of course, Doctor. Just make sure the room’s prepped.” His sarcasm was impossible to miss, but before you could retort, he was already motioning for his team to get the stretcher ready.

“Let’s get moving,” he said, standing up in one fluid motion, his wide shoulders casting a shadow over the patient as he signaled for the transfer. His team lifted the man onto the gurney, Jungwon guiding them every step of the way. Despite the intensity of the moment, there was something about the way he commanded the situation—his deep voice, his piercing gaze, the way he moved like a force of nature—that made even a frantic scene seem a little calmer.

Jungwon was the kind of guy people listened to, the kind of guy people looked up to. Even with the weight of the situation hanging over him, he held his head high, taking charge like it was second nature. His team moved quickly, securing the patient in the ambulance as Jungwon gave one last glance to the scene before climbing in.

“Let’s go,” he said firmly, and with the wail of sirens, they sped off toward the hospital.

Jungwon stormed through the emergency room doors with a sense of purpose, his jaw clenched as he guided the gurney toward the trauma bay. “28-year-old male, head trauma, GCS of 4, possible internal bleeding. Move it!” His voice boomed with authority, eyes scanning the room as the ER team sprang into action.

The chaos of the emergency room was nothing new, but today it seemed more charged than usual. The tension was thick as the nurses hurried to get the trauma room prepped, doctors barking orders as they readied themselves. And at the center of it all was you—focused, sharp-eyed, already gloved up and waiting.

The moment Jungwon and his team wheeled the patient in, your eyes met his, a silent exchange of understanding mixed with the tension that always crackled between them in moments like this. Not that anyone would’ve noticed—your constant bickering was practically a feature of every shift.

You stepped forward, your voice cutting through the noise of the room. “Trauma two is open. Let’s get him in fast!”

The team followed your lead, transferring the patient from the gurney to the hospital bed with swift efficiency. Jungwon stayed close, hands still gripping the rails of the stretcher as if he was unwilling to relinquish control.

“You took too long with the vitals report,” you said, throwing him a sharp glance. “We could’ve been in there five minutes ago.”

Jungwon’s eyes narrowed. “We did take the vitals. Maybe if you paid attention, you’d know that.”

“Excuse me?” you shot back, your gaze never leaving the patient as you worked to stabilize him. “I don’t need a paramedic trying to tell me how to do my job. We had a plan, and your delay didn’t help.”

Jungwon glared, his voice low and clipped. “Maybe if your plan didn’t waste time on unnecessary scans, we wouldn’t have needed a second round of intubation last time.”

Your hands froze for a split second before you caught yourself. You threw him a withering look. “This again? You think you can waltz in here and play doctor, Jungwon?”

“I’m not playing doctor. I’m trying to make sure you don’t screw it up.” His tone was biting, but professional, and the tension in the room rose instantly.

One of the nurses stepped back, shaking her head. “Here they go again.”

You didn’t back down, leaning closer as you adjusted the IV line. “How about you leave the doctoring to me, and I’ll leave the paramedic work to you? We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Jungwon took a breath, his expression unreadable for a moment, his frustration barely contained. “Fine. Just don’t mess it up.”

“Same to you,” you retorted, not missing a beat.

Before Jungwon could respond, one of the nurses interrupted. “Dr. Y/N, patient’s BP is dropping.”

Instantly, you refocused, the banter dropped as quickly as it had escalated. “Let’s get the trauma panel done. We need to stabilize him before moving for imaging. Prep the fluids.”

Jungwon watched you work, his arms still crossed, but he didn’t say another word. Despite the constant arguing, there was no denying that you are incredible at your job. Even in the most high-pressure situations, you were in complete control.

You worked together in tense silence, the only sounds in the room now the soft beeps of the monitors and the quiet shuffling of the medical team around them. Jungwon’s team lingered just outside, waiting for their next call, though they couldn’t help but glance back inside the room occasionally, accustomed to the combative exchanges between Jungwon and you.

As the patient’s vitals finally stabilized, you took a step back, letting out a quiet breath. “We’re clear to take him to imaging now. Good work, everyone,” you called to the team, your voice steady once more.

Jungwon uncrossed his arms, walking past you toward the door. “You’re welcome,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

You narrowed your eyes at his back but said nothing. You didn’t need to. Your argument had run its course for now.

Thirty minutes later, with the patient stable and prepped for surgery, you stepped out of the trauma room, pulling off your gloves. Jungwon was waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, that same tight-lipped look on his face.

“Everything go okay, or did I miss something else?” he asked, his voice loaded with sarcasm.

You glared at him. “Yeah, we managed just fine without your commentary, thanks.”

“Good,” Jungwon muttered, pushing himself off the wall and adjusting his jacket. “Maybe next time you won’t waste so much time arguing.”

“Maybe next time you’ll do your job and get out of my way,” you shot back, your voice sharp.

“You love being in control, don’t you?” Jungwon’s eyes glinted, his voice dropping low as he stepped closer. “Can’t handle someone else calling the shots, huh?”

You crossed your arms, your gaze unyielding. “I don’t need to handle anything, least of all you.”

“Trust me, I’m not asking for much,” he replied with a smirk, his voice oozing with challenge.

You scoffed, brushing past him. “Try asking for less.”

Jungwon shook his head with an exasperated sigh as he watched you walk away, but his lips twitched ever so slightly. The others on their teams didn’t even blink. This was just how the both of you were. They were used to it by now—the biting remarks, the challenges, the constant back-and-forth. Every time Jungwon’s ambulance showed up, it was only a matter of time before you and him were at each other’s throats again.

Hours later, the hospital had quieted down. The rush of the afternoon was over, and most of the staff had gone home. You and Jungwon had managed to avoid each other for the rest of your shifts, though your earlier argument still hung in the air like static.

You finally peeled off your gloves after your last appointment and scrubbed your hands clean, your mind replaying the events of the day. You were tired, drained even, but there was something about that last spat with Jungwon that wouldn’t stop gnawing at you. Maybe it was the way he always had a smug retort ready or how he never backed down from your challenges.

Shaking your head, you let out a sigh. “Annoying paramedic,” you muttered under your breath, grabbing your coat and heading out of the ER.

Your apartment wasn’t far from the hospital, a quiet space tucked away from the noise of the city. By the time you have arrived, your exhaustion had fully settled in, your body craving rest.

You pushed open the door and was greeted by the sound of faint rustling from the kitchen.

“Rough day?” a familiar voice asked, soft and warm.

You smiled, the tension from earlier melting away. There, standing in the kitchen in the same paramedic uniform that had driven you crazy just hours ago, was Jungwon. His hair was a little disheveled now, his expression soft and boyish, the strict leader of the paramedic team completely gone.

“You have no idea,” you murmured, walking over to him, your eyes catching on his broad shoulders, still defined under the crisp lines of his uniform. Jungwon turned around, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat when you see his easy smile, so different from the sharp tone he used at work.

Without another word, Jungwon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. The scent of antiseptic still clung to his uniform, mixed with the faintest hint of his cologne. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt against him, the weight of the day slipping away. You buried your face into his shoulder, feeling the strong muscles beneath the fabric, and sighed softly.

“You’re lucky I put up with you,” he teased, reaching for your hand and pulling your close. “Even after you yelled at me for no reason.”

“I didn’t yell for no reason,” you protested, but your voice had lost all its sharpness, softened by the warmth of being home. You leaned against his chest, letting out a deep breath. “Okay, maybe I did. But only because you deserved it.”

Jungwon chuckled, his arms wrapping around you more tightly. “Sure, I deserved it. You really hate me that much, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no heat behind it as you melted into his embrace. “The worst,” you muttered, though your fingers played with the collar of his uniform.

Jungwon smirked, resting his chin on top of your head. “Good thing we’ve got the whole night to make up for it, then.”

“You’re still in your uniform,” you mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant. But inside, your mind was in chaos. His broad shoulders. The way he held you. The authority he exuded at work seemed to linger here, too, but only just enough to make your heart race.

Jungwon chuckled, his hand moving up to cup the back of your head. “I thought you liked me in uniform.”

You groaned, your cheeks flushing. “Stop it. I’m tired.”

“Liar,” he teased, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His own softened as he took in your face, the familiar tenderness filling his gaze. “You love it.”

And he wasn’t wrong. As strict and commanding as you could be at work, here with him, you couldn’t help but feel weak in his arms. You were whipped for him in every sense of the word, even if you would never admit it out loud.

Jungwon kissed the top of your head, his earlier bravado fading into a gentle affection. “Come on. Let’s get you out of these scrubs and cuddle.”

You let out a soft laugh, the kind that only he ever got to hear. “You’re the one who’s going to change first. That uniform’s distracting.”

“I knew it,” he grinned, but without missing a beat, he started peeling off his jacket, revealing the tight black undershirt beneath that highlighted his lean muscles. You had to look away before you lost yourself completely.

As you settled onto the couch, your limbs tangled together in the quiet of their apartment, the world outside felt a million miles away. In here, there were no patients to save, no colleagues to impress, no reputations to uphold. It was just the both of you.

Jungwon nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his earlier strictness replaced by a cuteness that only you got to see. “You’re such a pain at work, you know that?”

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re not so easy yourself.”

And just like that, the bickering, the tension, all of it faded away. Because here, in your shared apartment, away from the chaos of the ER and the expectations of their coworkers, you were just you and Jungwon—no titles, no arguments. Just two people who loved each other, even if you never let anyone else know.

[part two] [part three] [part four (prequel)]

[moonlightdreamzz]

One more time … before you go? — ENHYPEN ♡

SUMMARY. Remember that time you tried to get Enha to go one more round, even though it was going to make them late for practice?

GENRE. $MUT

AUTHORS NOTE. No Niki in this one … I’m simply just not ready yet 😭 this all started with Jungwon….as always. I #needthat so bad omg. I’ll add a keep reading later!!! I use mobile 99% of the time lmfaooo.

HEESEUNG

Heeseung is halfway dressed, his shirt unbuttoned, exposing the marks you left across his skin. He should be leaving. His phone has buzzed twice with reminders for practice.

But you? You’re making it impossible.

Lying there with that smug little smile, eyes heavy with mischief, legs tangled in the sheets like you belong to him and only him. His mind is at war—responsibility vs. pure, unfiltered desire.

He exhales, rubbing his jaw before giving you that look. The one that makes your stomach flip.

“You’re gonna make me late,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement.

You stretch, your shirt slipping just enough to tease. “Mmm. And?”

His tongue flicks across his bottom lip. He eats this up—the softness of your skin, the dreamy way you’re watching him like he’s the only person in the world. And that part of him that wants to ruin you for this? Oh, it’s winning.

“You’re dangerous, baby,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair before he leans in, pressing his hands into the mattress on either side of you.

“If you think you’ll ever be able to tame me,” you whisper, dragging your fingers down his chest, “you’re wrong.”

A slow smirk stretches across his lips. “Guess that means I have just enough time to teach you a lesson about playing fair.”

His shirt slides off his shoulders. His phone? Ignored.

JAY

Jay grips the edge of the dresser, head bowed as he takes a very deep breath. He’s fighting demons—no, you.

Because you know what you’re doing. Lying there, looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes that are anything but.

He should be walking out the door, but instead, he turns, slow and deliberate, raking his gaze over you like he’s memorizing every inch.

“You,” he starts, his voice lower than before, “are relentless.”

You tilt your head, pouting just enough to make him twitch. “What?” you murmur, dragging the sheets up like you’re shy—like you weren’t just begging for him an hour ago.

He exhales sharply, stepping closer, towering over you. “This. The games. The teasing.” His whole body is tense, like he’s trying so hard to keep his control. “You really think I have time for this?”

Your fingers graze the waistband of his sweats, featherlight, and his whole body stiffens.

“You always make time for me, Jay,” you whisper, biting back a smirk.

His jaw clenches. His hands tighten.

“Yeah,” he mutters before flipping you onto your back with one rough pull. “I do.”

JAKE

Jake’s halfway out the door—hoodie thrown on, bag slung over his shoulder. He’s already late.

But then you giggle.

Soft, sweet—dripping with amusement.

He turns on his heel, eyes narrowing. “What?”

You bite your lip, stretching out across the sheets, giving him a look that makes him twitch. “Nothing,” you hum, “just funny how you think you’re leaving me like this.”

Oh, you’re playing dirty.

“You’re unreal,” he mutters, dropping his bag as he stalks toward you. “Absolutely shameless.”

You hum, tilting your chin. “This is what you do to me, baby,” you breathe, dragging your fingers over his wrist as he reaches for you, “and you love it.”

His grip tightens. His breath hitches.

“God, I do.”

His lips crash against yours.

Practice? Long forgotten.

SUNGHOON

Sunghoon stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his brow furrowed, a mix of frustration and desire flashing in his eyes. He’s trying to hold his ground, trying to convince himself that he’s leaving and that’s that.

But you’re lying there, playing your cards like you always do. That teasing little smile, the way your body moves under the sheets, bare skin on display—he knows exactly what you’re doing.

“You’re impossible,” he mutters, his voice low, almost warning you. “You know I have to leave.”

You stretch slowly, arching your back just enough to make him forget every reason he had for walking out the door. Your eyes are half-lidded, lips parted slightly as you hum, “So go.”

The playful, sweet tone of your voice has a fire starting in his gut, but he tries to remain composed. “Go, huh?” He swallows hard, the tension building between you two. His arms drop to his sides, but his fists are clenched, and he’s battling with himself, trying to stand firm. “You really think I’m just going to leave you like this?”

You smirk, pushing yourself up on your elbows, your gaze locking with his. “If you can,” you taunt, voice dripping with the kind of playful arrogance that always gets under his skin.

His eyes narrow, and his body shifts, as though he’s about to snap. “You really want to push me, huh?” His voice is deeper now, the usual calm replaced with an edge of frustration. His fingers twitch at his sides, aching to touch you but knowing it’ll make him lose control.

“Is that what you want, Hoon?” you murmur, sliding the sheets down your body just enough to show him what he’s trying so hard to ignore. You’re too much of a temptation. “You want me to beg you to stay?”

Sunghoon’s eyes darken with something dangerous, something raw. He takes a step closer, his breath becoming shallow. He grips the edge of the bed, leaning over you. “I don’t want you begging for anything,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “But you’re making it damn hard to walk out of here. You know that?”

You let your fingers trail up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt, the tension rolling off him in waves. “Then don’t,” you whisper, your lips brushing his ear as you push against his chest. “Stay with me. Just a little longer.”

He shakes his head, the small movement full of frustration. “You’re too damn good at this, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck as he dips lower. “But I warned you—if you keep this up, you won’t be able to walk straight when I’m done with you.”

You shiver under his touch, your body burning with need as he pulls you toward him. His lips crash against yours, hot and desperate, with all the pent-up frustration he’s been holding back. His hands move to your waist, pulling you closer, your body flush against his.

“You’ve got five minutes, Y/N,” he whispers between kisses, his voice a mix of hunger and control. “But I swear, if you keep pushing me, you’ll never leave this bed.”

SUNOO

Sunoo stands by the door, his hoodie half-zipped, fingers curled around the strap of his bag, but he’s not moving. His eyes flicker to you, still sprawled on the bed, sheets barely covering the evidence of what just happened. He swallows, hard, but masks it quickly with a smirk.

“I know that look,” he muses, leaning against the frame with practiced nonchalance. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

You shift, stretching just enough to make his gaze darken. “Me? Never.” Your voice drips with feigned innocence as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “But you really think you can just leave me like this?”

His smirk falters for a fraction of a second. He’s eating up the way you’re looking at him—like he’s something to be worshipped. And he is, but God, you’re dangerous.

Sunoo clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he steps closer, the air around him shifting. “You’re so spoiled,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing against your jaw. “Always wanting more.”

His voice is low, teasing, but you see the way his chest rises and falls, the way his grip tightens like he’s already lost the fight before it’s even begun.

You lean into his touch, your lips barely grazing his palm as you whisper, “I can’t help that I know what I want…and I always get it.”

His breath catches—just for a second—before he exhales a sharp laugh, his other hand finding your waist, pulling you against him in one smooth motion.

“You’re so lucky I like my punishment sweet,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours, “or else I’d make you beg for it.”

You grin against his mouth. “Who says I won’t?”

His eyes darken. His bag hits the floor.

Practice can wait.

JUNGWON

Jungwon stands at the edge of the bed, jacket in hand, hair still messy from what you just did to him. He’s trying—really trying—to leave. But his knuckles are white around the fabric, his feet glued to the floor, because the way you’re laid out in front of him? Bare legs tangled in the sheets, skin still warm and glowing from before? It’s taking everything in him not to crawl back into bed and ruin you all over again.

“I have to go,” he mutters, but it’s weak. Half-hearted. Like he already knows he’s lost.

You stretch lazily, rolling onto your side, the curve of your body on full display. “Mmm, do you?” Your voice is teasing, sweet and slow, curling around him like smoke.

Jungwon clenches his jaw, eyes dragging over every inch of you like he’s committing it to memory. Like he’s already regretting leaving.

“You really think you can just walk out after that?” You prop yourself up on your elbows, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Jungwon, baby, look at you. You’re not going anywhere.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, hands flexing at his sides. “You’re unbelievable.” It comes out like a whisper, a confession, his resolve hanging by a thread.

You stand slowly, letting the sheets slip just enough to have him sucking in a sharp breath. “Am I?” you purr, stepping closer, your fingertips barely grazing his chest. “Then why do you look like you want to devour me all over again?”

Jungwon exhales through his nose, like he’s this close to snapping. His hands find your waist, grip tightening as his forehead drops to yours. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You hum, your fingers trailing up to tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to make him shudder. “But what a way to go, huh?”

His laugh is low, breathy—half frustration, half surrender. His lips brush against yours, teasing, lingering, almost giving in.

“God, you’re so spoiled,” he groans, but his hands are already pulling you flush against him, already betraying every excuse he tried to make. “You know I can’t say no to you.”

You smile against his lips. “You never do.”

And that’s it. That’s the final thread snapping.

Jungwon’s hands grip your thighs, lifting you with ease, pressing you into the wall with a heat that has your breath hitching. His lips find your neck, his voice rough, needy, wrecked.

“Do you even know what you do to me?” he murmurs, biting down just enough to make you gasp. “How fucking crazy you make me?”

Your fingers tighten in his hair, a smug smile playing on your lips. “Tell me.”

Jungwon groans, his lips trailing lower, his body pressing you tighter against the wall. “You’re perfect. Perfect, and you know it.” His voice is almost desperate now, like he needs you to understand just how far gone he is. “I swear, you drive me insane.”

You tilt his chin up, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Then show me,” you whisper. “One more time, Jungwon. Prove it.”

His forehead drops to yours, his breathing uneven, his resolve completely shattered.

“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble,” he rasps.

But his lips are already crashing into yours. His hands are already gripping, pulling, taking. And when he growls “Just one more” against your lips, you know—

He’s not leaving anytime soon.

[riki-dazed]

Riki can't help but shower you in hickies

suggestive · wc: 649 · requested

"Rikiiii—" you squirm beneath your boyfriend's large frame, a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. He hums in response to your whines, his actions against the side of your neck not slowing down in the slightest of ways; your noises only turning him on that much more.

What started as an innocent-enough make out session on your bed, has now taken a sudden turn for the.. better. After some playful bickering between the both of you, Riki managed to pin your figure against the mattress. His hands hold your wrists down by either sides of your head, his body practically laying on top of yours, not allowing you to escape him.

"So pretty for me," his breathy voice purrs beside your ear, soon before grazing his teeth lightly along it. "Wanna taste you..."

The tickling sensation sends you into a fit of quiet giggles beneath Riki, he returns you a sultry smile, his lips now trailing along the skin on your jaw. His actions continue to follow down your neck, causing the playful expression on your face to twist into one that emits pure bliss, and pleasure.

The fact that you can feel him making small movements against your thigh, considering how close your bodies are pressed against one another's, doesn't help your overly flustered situation at all.

Riki's soft lips trace the contours of your neck, as he leaves traces of his warm saliva behind. Feeling his wet kisses against your skin causes you to arch your back off the mattress, your chest meeting his in the process.

He settles his lips on a spot right beneath the back of your jaw, knowing exactly where you like having him. The needy boy wastes no time in beginning to make out with the delicate skin, muffled moans escape his mouth as he starts to suck on it shortly afterwards. He lets go of one of your wrists, his hand now cupping the side of your face, holding you in place for him as he continues sucking on the opposite side.

"Fuck, baby—" you barely manage to utter beneath your breath as your freed hand gravitates towards his hair, your fingers grasping the strands at the back of his head. "Mm, r-right there."

With a final kiss against your skin, and tauntingly slow lick along it, Riki slightly lifts his head back up. His gaze stays focused on the obvious mark his mouth has left behind on you, he can't help but admire it for a short moment.

Feeling a sudden longing for Riki's lips to be back on your skin, you guide his head back down to where you need it. Your fingers, yet again, tug at the strands of his hair at the feeling of having him graze his teeth along your neck. You tilt your head back, surrendering yourself to him completely.

"Does that feel good?" his low tone speaks against your skin. "Hm?"

Feeling lightheaded, your bottom lip finds itself between your teeth again at his question, "Mhm." The smile on his face only grows cockier at your breathy reply.

Riki helps you remove your top before moving his actions to your chest. With the both of your hands now being free of his grasp, you take the opportunity to tug his muscle tee off too, discarding the piece of fabric somewhere across the bed.

He lifts himself off your body, straddling your thigh, as one of his knees settle in-between the both of your thighs. Riki looks down at your figure, admiring you through his hooded eyes. He had become an artist, you, his masterpiece. A canvas for him to leave his marks of desire all over.

As he continues to eye your chest, the newly scattered marks he's left across it causes something within his sweatpants to twitch.

...

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[callmemonster68]

NIKI - Treat You Better ( slight smut )

He promised to treat her better... and made a point of showing it in the most intense and unforgettable way possible.

Pairing: Niki X FemReader (Masterlist)

Genre: Slight Smut

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises

The loud music from the party still echoed in Y/N's ears as she walked, hugging her own body, tears streaming down her face. She felt her heart crushed by the scene she had witnessed just a few minutes ago: her boyfriend, the one she believed to be the love of her life, holding another girl right in front of everyone.

The phone vibrated in his hand. It was Niki.

Niki: Where are you? (his voice came out worried)

Y/N: Going home (he/she replied, sniffing)

Niki: No. Come to mine. Now.

Without the strength to argue, she agreed. Before long, Niki opened the door and pulled her inside, closing it behind them with a soft click. His eyes scanned her flushed face, and his expression softened.

Niki: Come here.

He wrapped her in his arms, and for the first time that night, Y/N felt a trace of comfort.

They sat on the couch, and she told everything between sobs. The betrayal, the pain, the insecurity that gnawed at her heart.

Y/N: Maybe I'm not pretty enough, you know? Maybe he found someone better... (murmured, avoiding Niki's gaze)

He held her face gently, forcing her to look at him.

Niki: Don't say that. You are beautiful. Always have been. He was an idiot for not seeing that. (his eyes burned with sincerity)

She opened her mouth to protest, but he slid his fingers across her face, down to her neck, his thumb caressing her warm skin.

Niki: Let me show you how beautiful you are, Y/N (he whispered, his voice low and hoarse, sending shivers down her spine)

Her heart raced, and before she could think, Niki was already on top of her, his lips pressed against hers, his hands exploring every curve with devotion. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down gently on the bed. His mouth traveled every inch of her skin, eliciting sighs and soft moans.

Without her noticing, he took the phone, made a video call to his ex, and strategically positioned the device to capture everything that was about to happen.

Niki's lips traveled down her body, leaving her completely surrendered to pleasure, until she arched against him, murmuring his name between desperate moans. His gaze was fixed on her, while, on the other side of the screen, someone watched everything in silence, unable to turn away.

Niki: You are so beautiful (he whispered against her skin, planting kisses on her collarbone, while his strong hands held her against him) I want you to feel how much I desire you, how much I have always desired you.

Y/N gasped as his mouth descended even further, exploring her body without haste. Her body reacted to every touch, to every calculated movement of Niki, who seemed completely focused on making her forget everything except him.

Y/N: Niki… (she moaned, holding the sheets)

He climbed up again, his dark eyes meeting hers, filled with desire.

Niki: I want to hear more, I want to hear you call me... I want him to hear how much I make you feel good.

His voice was pure provocation as he positioned himself between her legs, eliciting another deep sigh from her.

The phone kept recording everything, and on the other side, someone was being forced to watch, helpless, the spectacle that Niki was providing to Y/N. And she, completely surrendered, moaned only his name.

Niki held her hip tightly, pulling her closer to him as he devoured her with his mouth. Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into his shoulders, the pleasure rising in waves that made her completely lose herself.

Niki: Do you like it like this? (he murmured against her skin, his eyes burning with desire as he watched her melt under his touch)

Y/N: Yes... please, don't stop... (she pleaded, her voice faltering amidst the moans)

He smiled contentedly, sliding his fingers over her body before positioning himself over her. His movements were slow, intense, and each thrust elicited an even louder moan from her lips. Niki held her face, eyes fixed on hers, wanting her to see, to feel every moment.

Niki: Look at me... I want you to remember this (he ordered, his voice low and hoarse)

Y/N opened their eyes, meeting his, and in that moment, everything that existed was him. Each touch, each moan, each sigh was for him. For Niki. The cell phone kept recording, capturing every second, every sound, every glance, so that the one who had betrayed her would know exactly what he had lost.

✿ 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 ✿

[srrynrk]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Sleepy time drabble ! . . . ( 西村力 )

Waking up late at night without Riki wasn't unusual, as much as he loved sleep he also loved eating so you'd always find him in the kitchen wrapped in his warm hoodie chowing down on whatever yummy thing he could find

"Ki?" He looked at you with tired but loving eyes, "Baby, want some?" He held out a piece of meat he had quickly cooked up, hand wavering underneath so it didn't fall, quietly blowing on it so it wouldn't burn you

You took the piece from the chopsticks, nodding and 'mhm'ing to signify it was yummy, Riki quickly got you a bowl so you could have some too

Even if you were tired, sitting on the counter, and eating warm food late at night with Riki, was even better than sleeping. (sometimes)

@taiyaakii Sleepy ki is so cute !!