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tsukisrants · 25 days ago

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when another member walks in on you ateez ot8 x fem!reader

silly little thing i wrote between clients today

smut below the cut! mdni ↓ dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism, oral sex, p in v lol, lmk if i missed anything !!

hongjoong ☄️

“shut up slut, they’ll hear you. i bet you want that, don’t you?” he had your face buried in your mattress, drool slipping from your mouth, your ass up in the air where he was relentlessly drilling into you.

you moaned, you had stopped caring about your volume long ago, they would hear hongjoong’s thrusts before your moans anyhow. you clenched around him, only making him hiss out and reach over to push your head impossibly farther into the mattress.

you pissed him off— you got a little too close to wooyoung, talked for a little too long and hongjoong was livid.

“you want him to hear you, don’t you? want him to hear all the pretty sounds you make? showing off, huh? attention whore,” his words were venom, his lips inches from your ear with how he bent over you, foot planted on the mattress beside your shoulder.

“are you guys oka— oh shit, i’m so sorry,” hongjoong lets go of your head only for the two of you to snap your faces up to the intruder, hongjoong stilling inside of you.

“what the fuck?” was all hongjoong could get out, a stunned wooyoung in the doorway, his jaw on the floor at the sight in front of him. “wooyoung! get out!”

“it didn’t sound like you were fucking! i got scared,” you heard wooyoung yell as he closed the door behind him, leaving hongjoong to pick right back up where he left off.

“don’t think i missed how you clenched around me, whore.”

seonghwa 🫧

seonghwa had you on your knees while he sat on the bed, leaned back on one arm with the other around your ponytail, guiding you up and down his length.

in a black tank top and gray sweatpants he looked so fucking sexy in the living room, you couldn’t help but pull him into his bedroom for a minute alone — you needed to taste him, show him how much he affected you.

“fuck, you’re so good at that,” his words were quiet, a low rasp to his voice as he tugged on your hair a little harder. your mouth slipped off of him with a pop, batting your eyelashes up at him with a knowingly coy smile.

he groaned, a little louder this time, his head falling back. “don��t look at me like that or your throat’s getting fucked.”

you giggled, mouth attaching to him again, bobbing your head up and down a little faster now. he bucked his hips up little by little, using more force with each stroke and you took him proudly, small gags and noises of nasty wetness leaving your lips.

the door opened without either of you noticing, only catching a head of brown hair leaving seonghwa’s bedroom with a shriek of surprise. this wasn’t the first time yeosang had walked in on you, but it still made you laugh every damn time.

you looked up to seonghwa with a giggle on your lips after popping off him again, seonghwa wearing a smile himself.

“how many times do you think we’ll scar him before he stops coming in here?” seonghwa asks, letting go of your ponytail.

“if he was going to catch on, he would’ve by now,” you readjusted yourself on your knees during the pause, shaking your head before bringing your focus back on his delicious length before you. “you said something about fucking my throat right?”

yunho 🧍🏻‍♂️

you and yunho had been waiting for a day alone for weeks. for too long had you been silenced in the hours from one to three, his fingers clamped over your lips or stuffed between them in an attempt to keep you quiet. comeback season was busy, and when there was time off everyone lazed around the dorms and didn’t fucking leave.

now, on your third consecutive day off, the dorms were empty and yunho took advantage. he had your hands pinned under your back with a belt he had just taken off, hips snapping into you so hard the sound was sure to be heard outside.

“sloppy little cunt sucking me right the fuck in,” he hissed, hips cracking into your thighs, his fingers keeping you still.

you were wailing at this point, tears streaming down your face, begging for reprieve while also thinking if he stopped you’d die.

“don’t stop,” you repeated, a mantra on your tongue, from your hips being slanted upward his cock was hitting that spongy spot in your walls that drove you fucking insane.

you were so close, mere thrusts away from hitting your peak, and the door busted open, an out of breath mingi stood at the door.

“the rest of the guys are walking in right behind me,” mingi’s words were panicked in a warning, but yunho didn’t stop. he ignored his friend, knowing you were so close, wanting your high to crash over you so he could follow.

you screamed — mingi couldn’t move. yunho fucked you through it, thrusts only quickening to meet his own end, until he doubled on top of you with two large hands landing right beside your head.

yunho turned to look at mingi, a smirk playing on his lips with heaving breaths, “enjoyed the show?”

yeosang 👥

everyday yeosang woke you up the same way: his fingers or his head between your thighs until you were creaming around him, then he replaced it with his cock. it wasn’t a good morning until you had at least one, if not two orgasms.

this morning he was greedy— it seemed he didn’t want to let you go. you came on his face once, his fingers a second time, and he was working you up to a third on his lap. if yeosang could do anything it was last, his stamina was like no other, he could go for hours if you let him.

you had your knees planted on the mattress beside his hips, his cock hitting your cervix continuously as you grind your hips back and forth against him, your nails clawing at his shoulders. his head was leaning against the headboard, leaving his throat open to you, where you licked and sucked pretty little bruises across the base of his neck, little whines leaving his throat.

“yes, baby, ‘m so close,” he croaked out, his voice raspy and deep, his abs clenching with every grind of your hips.

“cum for me then yeo, fill me up,” your hand moved from his shoulder to wrap your fingers around his neck, pulling him towards you to connect your chest to his.

your mornings weren’t usually so filthy, never downright nasty, bringing your skin to touch his brought a sense of intimacy back to your morning.

his head fell onto your shoulder with a groan, filling you up just as you told him to, thighs twitching beneath you. you moaned at the feeling, letting your head rest atop his, bringing your hands to tangle in his hair.

“you guys awake yet?” seonghwa popped into your room, making you twist your body around to look at him, eyes wide.

“definitely awake,” he pulled his lips into a line, bidding you a singular nod before closing the door again. a huff of amusement left your lips as you looked back down to the boy laying on your shoulder, patting his head, giving him a moment to come back before you’d take your morning shower together.

san 🚪

san couldn’t wait. you were at your favorite club, both tipsy and horny, dancing to the beat of the song before san’s fingers dipped below your dress. you looked up to him with wide eyes, met with a filthy smirk and a pair of dimples that ushered you towards the men’s bathroom.

“san, anyone could walk in,” you were uneasy, san was never so impatient that he needed you then and there. he’d never portrayed signs of exhibitionism before today, your sex life had always been private — you liked it that way, yet the hunger in his eyes and the spark left in the wake of his fingers on your skin made you excited.

“let them see how good i fuck you then,” he hummed, fingers flipping up your dress, plunging into your core that was so wet he slipped in. the squelch of his fingers was deafening, you thanked god the bathroom was empty.

he stuffed you into a stall, fingers still curling into you before he slipped your panties to the side, replacing his fingers with his cock. the pace he set was brutal, your hands bracing the wall above the toilet as he fucked into you from behind, hips slapping into your ass.

you fought to keep your moans inside, pointless as the sound of skin slapping would overpower them anyway. san groaned, “knew you’d be wet, naughty girl. you were basically begging me to fuck you on the dance floor for everyone to see.”

a whine escaped you, nails clawing against the tile of the wall. he slipped a hand around your hips, coming between your legs, rubbing your clit at a pace he knew would have you coming in seconds

“fuck, san, harder please,” you breathed out, head dipping below your arms, hanging between them.

he listened, quickening his pace, fucking you somehow harder than he was before. his fingers worked in a quick rhythm, making the pit in your stomach grow until you were overflowing on his dick.

“yeah, that’s it, baby. cum all over my cock,” he was drunk off your pussy, words slurring together, keeping his pace on your clit to ride you through it.

when you were twitching from overstimulation he emptied himself inside you, head falling to the center of your spine. there was nothing but the sound of heavy breaths in the public restroom, you and san catching your breath and your sanity before he flipped your dress back down and zippered himself back up.

when you left the stall, jongho was washing his hands at the sink, barely giving you a glance as you stepped into view.

“how long have you been in here?” san asked, a pink rising to his cheeks, looking like a completely different person than he had moments ago.

“unfortunately, long enough. broke the seal so i had no choice,” jongho shrugs as he grabs paper towels, drying off his palms. “make sure you two wash your hands.”

mingi 🫶

the say my name stage always fucked you up, it never failed. being on stage period always fucked mingi up, that never failed either. it was safe to say that your post-show routine was always fucking backstage, it happened every stop, every show, you lost count of how many dressing rooms in foreign countries you’ve been fucked within an inch of your life in.

what was abnormal was mingi not waiting until the show was over. always professional, mingi waited until everyone was no longer sprinting around backstage with mini-fans and makeup brushes to touch up the eight boys before they had to head back out onstage.

as he came off the stage, his walk was fast paced, precise. it would’ve scared you if you didn’t know what it meant. his fingers hooked around your arm, dragged you further backstage, and had you in a random closet in a stadium completely foreign to you.

he was quick to split you open, granted say my name was within their first set so you were already dripping by the time he made it between your legs.

“always so ready for me,” he mumbled out, zeroed in on your center but eyes still not fully clear. in his post performance haze he was always rougher, selfish, not a care in the world for you. it was your favorite.

“put it in,” you barked out, hips bucking toward him and he was sheathed within seconds. giving you no time to get used to the stretch you wheezed, head lolling onto his shoulder, and he let loose.

he fucked you stupid, you joined him in whatever haze his brain was under as he pounded into you, hips clapping into the silence of the dark storage room. you heard footsteps outside but mingi made no moves to halt his thrusts, only focused on one thing, getting the two of you off before he had to go back onstage.

“are you fucking?” yunho’s voice wasn’t clear until he had the door open, light cascading into the storage room, yours and mingi’s necks snapping to look at the intruder.

he was smirking — he knew what he was walking into yet he did it anyway. you and mingi both smiled cheshire grins as yunho stepped inside the storage room, quickly slamming the door shut behind him.

“why didn’t you invite me?”

wooyoung 🐈‍⬛

wooyoung had you splayed out on the bed, legs bent up with his head between them. eating you out was adjacent to your meditation time, as he calls it, it's his favorite way to wind down. after a long day, after a short day, during his day, it didn’t matter when. wooyoung was always down to eat you out, eager even — he is a man not above begging.

your chin was shot back, eyes screwed tight, wooyoung had made you cum on his tongue twice so far and he was nowhere near finished.

after eating you through your second orgasm his licks had slowed down, easing up his pressure, making his tongue soft and pliable instead of hard and pointed.

soft moans left your lips, he knew by now how to work you through overstimulation, lazily licking at your clit until your moans turned to whines once more.

“taste so fucking good, could eat this pussy all night,” his eyes were fully closed, he was in a dream. between your legs was his happy place, he’d die there a happy man, he’d admitted it more than once. more than ten times, at least.

when he noticed your breaths getting shorter and your moans shifting to a higher pitch he was sharp with his movements, picking up his pace, licking up your folds and sucking on your clit with swollen lips.

hongjoong bounced through the door, “hey wooyo, you- jesus fucking christ!”

your legs snapped shut, closing over wooyoung’s head and he pried himself out of your cage with painted fingertips, jumping up to face hongjoong at the door.

“what?” wooyoung asked, palm swiping at his chin.

“i’m scarred,” hongjoong muttered, voice horrified with hands covering his eyes. your hands fled for the blankets, pulling them over your body with a speed you weren’t expecting to have to use.

“what do you want, joong?” wooyoung asked, rushed yet still casual, sitting on his knees. his abdomen was clenched, muscles on display as he twisted backward, you didn’t even care that hongjoong was in the room.

“i was going to ask if you had a spare pair of headphones,” his voice was barely above a squeak, hands still covering his eyes.

“oh, yeah i do, here, they’re my sony 1000MX—”

“i don’t give a fuck wooyoung, give them to me so i can leave.”

jongho 🧸

you were hanging out with jongho in the dance practice room as he practiced the same routine again, the fifth time tonight.

he groaned in frustration after missing a step again, the same step he’s missed the past four times he’s gone through the routine. his hands cover his face, dragging down his cheeks.

you get up from your spot on the floor, making your way in front of him, grabbing his hands to hold in yours.

“why don’t you stop for the night?” you tilt your head, nothing but warmth in your eyes as you stare into his, cold and irritated.

“i need to get this fucking right,” his lips are pursed, his eyebrows are knit together as he barks, “i need to clear my head.”

within minutes he had you on your hands and knees atop the hardwood floor, bodies facing the mirror that spread across the wall, forcing you to watch yourself as he fucked you stupid.

“see that?” he smirked at you through the mirror, fingers tight on your hips, “nothing but a cocksleeve whenever i want it, so willing for me.”

his words were cool and calm, almost a threat on his lips as he abused your core. your eyebrows were tangled and your mouth hung open, knees and palms burning from the pressure against the harsh wood.

“yes, just for you,” you manage to choke out between thrusts, body jolting forward with each thrust.

“that’s right baby,” he nods, his smile turning villainous, only fucking into you harder as he spits, “such a fucking whore, letting me fuck you in public like this.”

you nod, eyes screwed shut, “d-don’t fucking stop.”

his chuckle is deep, his thrusts losing their rhythm, “you want it? want me to fill this filthy pussy up?”

the door to the practice room opens, san strolls inside with a smile on his face before he sees the two of you — he shrieked. “what the fuck!?”

jongho stilled, laying himself atop your body, trying to cover you as best he could. his words come out nervous, “get the fuck out!”

san slips back out of the door, then peeks his head back in, “wait, when are you gonna be done? i want to practice.”

“san!”

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tsukisrants · 25 days ago

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Dad’s best friend San thots - reader is 22 y/o, San is 45 (established relationship)

NSFW (all scenarios below are consented to previously by characters)

• Dad’s best friend San who wakes you up in the middle of the night by fucking into you desperately after he had a wet dream and he couldn’t wait anymore. “My perfect toy, letting my use it whenever I want”

• Dad’s best friend San who grunts as he abuses your hole even as you’re still waking up “so perfect for me. Just a hole for me to use”

• Dad’s best friend San who loves when you call him Daddy or Sir. And he LIVES for praise. “Daddy’s cock is so big inside me” “Sir fucks me so good” “Yeah that’s right, Daddy’s nearly too big for you, isn’t he?”

• Dad’s best friend San who has a possessive streak “No one can fuck you like this, huh? No one can fuck you this good” “You were made for me” “That filthy pussy is mine”

• Dad’s best friend San who LOVES when you call him Daddy outside of sex as well. Makes him want to care for you that much more, reminds him that you do really want and appreciate his protective nature

• Dad’s best friend San who will eat you out for hours on end, wearing the glasses he knows make you feral, getting cum all over them, making you lose your mind seeing your cum smeared all over not just his face and chin but the glasses too (this one may have been a little self indulgent lol)

• Dad’s best friend San who won’t ask you for blowjobs because what is he if not a gentlemen, but when you insist he loses his absolute shit, low moans, grunting, using your hair to guide you. He gets close and tries to pull out, but you don’t let him, keeping going until just before he cums, pulling off, saying “Daddy please come on my face” all pouty and he cums so hard right onto your face and lips, grunting and almost whining

• He gets so worried afterwards, scared that he’s disrespected you so much, but you reassure him that you wanted it, you asked for it after all. And that’s how he finds about about your degradation kink

I’m too tired to write anymore, will probably write a part 2 soon

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tsukisrants · 26 days ago

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⟡ cw: BACKSHOTSSSSS!!! (daddy) chris is very degrade-y, he squishes the reader's face in his big sexy hand, 2 lil cheek slaps, dumbification, crying, drooling, no gendered pronouns but he calls the reader his good girl and i know all of you desire to be chris's good girl... freaks! /j oh yeah and he says slut once sorry!

⟡ a/n: reposting this one first because its a personal fav <3. as always, mdni, and thank you for reading! any & all feedback is welcome. :*

husband!chris, ever so soft, attentive, and doting.

when describing him outside of an intimate setting the only thing you can ever talk about with your girls is how pure and consuming his love is for you. it's a relationship akin to one that feels like sunbathing in a beautiful, massive garden and being hand-fed grapes. but when he's got you in a position so vulnerable, like now, with your wrists clasped together behind your back in his hold, and he's so deep in your guts you feel like you're going to die in his arms, his hot and heavy cock abusing that sweet spot in your messy cunt with no restraint — gentleness is far from his demeanor.

you've been at it for hours. so much so your knees have indented it's place in the mattress, and his brutal pace is making it no better. you're sure you've got carpet burn at this point. your weak sobbing and incoherent wails begin sounding winded, and you struggle to gather air into your chest but he knocks the breath right out of your lungs almost immediately after every gasp you take. “fucking slut.” he sneers. he's in his zone. a usually hidden place chris only goes on special occasions you're in bed with him.

then he utters something. it's so muffled you can only feel the vibration of what he says and you barely make out any syllables.

“ — be the good girl you know you are and moan my name.” you miss the first half of his sentence again, completely zoned out and held prisoner to his thick cock in your cunt. struggling to speak, stammering over weak little whimpers, you manage to get out a small “ch — chris —,” but that's not what he's looking for you to call him.

he grips your cheeks in his palm, squishing them together and suddenly he's tilting your head back to force you to make eye contact. well, if you could even call it that; you can hardly see him through your blurry wet eyes. his thrusts slow and he's pressing all the way inside with a harsh jerk of his hips, balls pressed tightly against your throbbing clit, and you cant help but whine again, body trembling like a leaf. his gaze is pointed and you feel pinned to him, chris’s expression mimicking a scowl he's so focused on getting a response from you. “y’fucking stupid? that's not my name.”

your head is swimming, drool slipping down your chin and you babble wordlessly like some brain-dead toy, hips gyrating pathetically as you're trying your damnedest to get him to just move again.

“stop fucking squirming and listen.” he hisses, using that same palm that's currently holding your face in place, and tapping your cheek twice. enough to get you to focus, but not enough to hurt. he gives you a second sharp thrust as punishment, grip returning to your face. his hold on your cheeks are so tight, it's puckering your cute little lips. “i won't ask you again.”

“d-daddy!” you squeal, and a cocky grin takes it's place on his flushed face, his hips picking up speed.

atta-girl.

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tsukisrants · 1 month ago

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three tangerines (m) | myg | masterlist

series:three tangerines pairing: fuckboy!yoongi x reader(f) rating/genre: m (18+) ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au ; angst, smut summary: “when yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind” warnings: stated in each installment. minors dni. mood:moonlight, 28, people - agust d by readers:inspo | playlist mlist: created 2022/01/04 wanna read in chronological order?:click here status: ongoing

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⇥ three tangerines smut ; 12k ⇥ fireworks angst ; 4.1k ⇥ house party angst ; 10k ⇥ basketball angst , smut ; 14k ⇥ stay fluff , smut ; 18.6k ⇥ sidewalk talkangst , fluff ; 2.6k ⇥ friends angst , fluff , smut ; 15.6k ⇥ dalo angst , smut ; 15k ⇥ like that angst , fluff , smut ; 6.5k ⇥ anytime angst , fluff , smut ; 16k ⇥ sundress seasonfluff ; 4.8k ⇥ yoongi’s interlude: dal segno angst ; 9.7k ⇥ forfeit angst , fluff, smut ; 22.6k ⇥ flutter fluff , smut ; 6.3k ⇥ the window (holiday 2022 special) angst , fluff, smut ; 15.3k ⇥ video call fluff ; 2.9k ⇥ summer bbq (summer 2023 special) angst , fluff ; 9.6k ⇥ busted angst , fluff , smut ; 18.8k ⇥ u suck !! (halloween 2023 special) angst , fluff , smut ; 11.5k ⇥ broken, pt. 1 angst , fluff ; 19.1k ⇥ broken, pt. 2 angst , fluff , smut ; 17.7k ⇥ lollipop (summer 2024 special) fluff , smut ; 7.3k ⇥ ??? ??? ; ???

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tsukisrants · 1 month ago

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this changed my life y’all

Hook, Line & Stinker

A Min Yoongi one-shot pairing: workaholic!dom!yoongi x needy!brat!fem reader feat. hoseok genre: est. relationship, pwp rating: M for mature and explicit content. No one under 18 should interact summary: you love your boyfriend, but it really sucks when he holes himself up in his studio for days at a time, leaving you at home alone. when you visit him to make sure he's still alive and well, you have no intention of dragging him away from his work. but is there anything wrong with a little distraction in the form of lingerie? warnings: jealousy, angst, (blonde snapback) yoongi is moody, reader feels neglected and pushes his buttons, arguments, there's no infidelity but reader pretends she takes an offer on a date w/ hobi and yoongi worries bc of insecurities and then brings up his ex, under the desk bj, exhibitionism kink, unprotected sex (if he doesn't wrap it, don't let him tap it!), rough make-up sex, oral (m. and f. receiving), spanking, spitting, light choking, multiple orgasms, i think this is pretty filthy, reader gets upset but yoongi takes care of her, they kiss & make-up & talk about boundaries, they love each other, fluff ending, this is my first time posting something like this so please let me know if i missed any tags!!! wc: 10.8k 🤪 also shoutout to my beta reader @yoonglesyeobo who gave me feedback in bullet-points for this, honestly the best!!!

You punch in the code to Yoongi’s studio (which just so happens to be your birthday), slightly irked that you have to come all this way because your boyfriend wants to continue to be a workaholic after you’ve lectured him countless times about the importance of taking a break. So you arrive with food and a cute lil outfit you think will help distract him.

Upon entering, you see he is deeply entranced by his screen and you can hear the echoes of music blasting through his headphones. You quietly maneuver inside and set the bag of takeout on the coffee table before tiptoeing up behind his chair and slowly reaching up to his shoulders. You roughly grab them and laugh at the way he jumps and tears off his headphones.

“Jesus Christ!” he exclaims as he turns to see who just scared the shit out of him.

“Deng! Guess again,” you say with a grin, leaning down to kiss him on the head. When you go to poke his nose, he bats your hand away and mumbles.

“You could’ve given me a heart attack.”

“Well, that’s one way to get you out of the studio. Give you a ride home in an ambulance. I never thought of that,” you sneer playfully, giggling when he glares at you. You slide back to the food on the table.

“Come eat, Min PD.”

“I’m almost done,” he grumbles and turns to face his desk. You roll your eyes.

“No, sir. You need to eat or you’re gonna make yourself sick, and guess who has to take care of you,” you scold as you tug on the back of his chair to twist him around and he looks up at you with a whine. You would never want him to get sick, but if he does, you'd love to baby him, and not just because you'd find it amusing how he'd act like he didn't like it as he has many times before. You've learned over the course of your relationship that he can take care of himself when he's sick, but now that you live together, he's been known to ham up his symptoms so you'll dote on him hand and foot. And he does just the same for you, even goes out of his way sometimes. One time he called off work for an entire week when you got the flu and wouldn't hear any of your arguments that you were fine alone.

“I will! I just need a couple minutes.”

You click your tongue. “A couple minutes to you is like eight hours. I swear, you go through a time warp every time you come in here. You know it's been three days since I last saw you? Let’s go.”

You grab onto his arm and tug him, but he goes slack in his chair and makes protesting noises as you drag him towards the coffee table, laughing when he stretches his other arm at his desk like he’s being pulled away from a long-lost friend.

“You are such a drama queen,” you sigh as you let go of his arm.

“I was almost done,” he pouts, crossing his arms. You roll your eyes as you take out the food you brought.

“Sure, sure. Just eat real quick and you can finish in 'a couple minutes,’” you say sarcastically with air quotes, and he scowls, nonetheless leans forward to reluctantly grab the box of food you hand him.

You walk around the edge of the table and stop in front of him. You smile as he begins to eat his noodles, so you grab his chin.

“Good boy,” you quip, and lean down to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, catching him off guard.

He coughs a bit as he processes what you said and watches you with wide eyes as you sit down in his lap. You laugh at his expression as you open your container of food and grab a pair of chopsticks. You both sit in silence and eat, glancing at him every now and as he chews with his head down, a line drawn between his brows that looks like he’s trying to figure out something.

“How’s your food?” you ask before taking a sip from your bottle of water.

“Good,” he grumbles without looking at you. “Thanks.”

You shift to get more comfortable in his lap and he starts to chew faster.

After he nudges you off his lap and helps you clean up, he turns around to scoot his chair back to his desk.

“Thanks for coming by and all, but I think you should leave."

You scoff, mildly hurt. “Why?”

“Because I know what you’re trying to do.”

You realize what he means and the brat in you makes an appearance, so you throw your hair haughtily over your shoulder and slyly walk up to his chair, sliding a hand down his arm.

“And what is that exactly?”

“You’re trying to distract me, but it’s not working,” he says through curled lips, staring at his screen.

“No?” you smirk. You squat and fold your elbows on the arms of his chair, propping your chin up on your wrist. “How am I being distracting? All I did was bring you food.”

He turns his head to glare at you, but his Adam's apple bobs when he looks down at your position, how your legs are spread to reveal the meat of your thighs, then at how you smile at him in a pseudo-innocent way.

“Exhibit A, B and C,” he says, gesturing to your legs, tits, and face.

You grin. “What? I’m just looking at you.” Your voice however drips in seduction.

He shakes his head and looks back at his screen, trying to stay strong.

“Precisely.”

Your tongue pokes into your cheek in amusement and a devilish lightbulb flashes in your mind.

“How is me looking at you so distracting?” you ask, settling on your knees before gliding a hand over his leg. “Wouldn’t it be something more like this?”

His mouth pulls into a thin line as he struggles to keep his eyes focused up. You slowly push at his leg to move him towards you so you can rise in between his knees, smiling at the way he refuses to look at you. You begin to slide your hands up his thigh, licking your lips as you head for his crotch, but he catches your wrist.

“Don’t,” he commands, now looking down at you with a serious expression.

Undeterred, you push your bottom lip out in the brattiest pout, and the severe clench in his jaw shows how hard he's fighting to keep his guard up.

“You’re just so stressed, and I want to help you… relax.”

He closes his eyes and swallows, and you just know he's trying to keep his imagination away from thoughts not suited for work.

“I appreciate that, baby, but I’m almost done here and when I am, I’m all yours, okay?” He lets go of your wrist to smooth out your pout with his thumb.

You believe him, but still, you want to bother him after he hasn't paid attention to you in a few days.

“Fine,” you sigh and start to stand up. “Well, I guess I can’t ask you for your advice on what I bought. If I want to return it, today is my last day, so it’s now or never.”

You only take one step away when his hand grabs your wrist. You smile. Hook, line, and stinker.

You look back in faux confusion. He licks his lips and swallows, hesitant yet desperate to find out what you’re talking about.

“What do you need my advice on?”

Without hesitation, your hands fly to the hem of your shirt. “Oh, just this.”

He sucks in a sharp breath as you tear off your shirt to reveal a lavender corset bra. The lace is embroidered with delicate floral designs to reveal the lower half of your breast, just barely covering your nipples, and parts of your ribcage below. His throat goes dry.

“It has a matching thong too. Wanna see?” Your question is rhetorical because you give him no time to breathe as you unbutton your shorts. You bend over to shimmy them down your legs, making a show of wiggling so your breasts move side to side.

You kick your shorts to the side and stand straight, carding your hair out of your face before placing your hands on your hips and standing confidently in front of him.

“So, what do you think?” you ask, cocking your head to the side as his wide eyes go up and down your form.

“It’s pretty,” he swallows, biting his lip to ignore the twitch in his boxers.

“Oh, see how it looks from behind.” You twirl around and adjust the clips of the corset then the hem of your thong, sticking your ass out in the process. “Isn’t it cute?” Yoongi is screwed.

You look at him from over your shoulder. “Do you like it?”

He nods, barely hearing you as his eyes train on the way the string of the thong disappears between your cheeks. You smirk when his tongue pokes out just over his teeth.

“The lace is really soft too. Here, feel,” you say, spinning back around and walking up to him, rubbing your fingers over the lace below your breast.

He swallows, wanting so bad to reach out and touch, but knowing if he does, it’s over for him, he’ll lose. But shit, you look good as fuck, and he can’t help but give in.

You grin as he reaches his hand out to feel the lace and he hums in approval.

“It’s nice,” he says, voice deep and starting to give away his desire.

“It’s even better here,” you say, gripping his wrist to plant his hand on your breast and he purrs as he lets his fingers squeeze your flesh.

You let him massage for a second or two and judging by his face he looks closer to giving into your distraction, but you'll wait.

“Okay, since you like it, I won’t return it,” you say, dropping his hand and turning to grab your shorts off the ground. “Thanks! I’ll let you get back to work.”

You bend over again to pick up your shirt, your ass right in his line of sight and he can’t deny the rock-hard bulge in his jeans.

“I’ll see you when you get home,” you say as you walk over to the table but his low voice rumbles through the sound-proof studio.

“Get your ass back here,” his words shoot straight to your core, the string of your thong growing wet.

“I thought you said you have to work,” you say innocently.

“Right now,” he growls, and you move towards him like a magnet.

Once again next to his chair, he slides his fingers underneath the lavender straps stretching over your hips to cup your exposed ass. Your skin flares hot when he squeezes.

“I don’t want to distract you.”

His dark eyes filled with lust shoot up to you and flicker with anger.

“It’s a little fuckin’ late for that, doll,” he grits. “You made a problem and now you’re going to fix it.” He moves his other hand to palm his bulge. Your eyes widen at the motion, and you cross your legs because, shit, you want to sit on that so bad.

“And then you’re going to leave and let me finish what you interrupted and wait for me to come home.”

“Yeah? Then what?”

His lips curl in what could be a growl, and he smacks your ass, pushing you to stand between his legs.

“Then I’m going to punish you for getting me hard at work.”

You moan as his hand moves to your front and feels over the lace material that covers your pussy. You shudder when his fingers slip between your thighs, battling with the string of your thong to rake over your clit and slit, groaning at how wet you already are.

“Fuck, you really get this turned on just from teasing me?”

You whimper in response as he drags his finger over your bud before removing his hand.

“We need to do something about that,” he says, sticking his fingers in his mouth to suck your arousal from them. Your legs shake involuntarily. “You can’t keep pissing me off so you can get your way.”

You breathe out a moan as he pops his wet fingers into view and licks over them slowly with his tongue flicking in the v-shape while looking right at you before dropping them to his lap. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you imagine him doing that right on your clit.

“I keep saying, you make it too easy.”

He bares his teeth before gripping your sides and pulling you down to his lap, pushing your hips to roll on his groin.

“Or maybe you just need to have the brat fucked out of you,” he growls into your ear before biting the skin below it. Before you can do anything, he pushes at your waist and tells you to get on your knees on the ground, raking his hair back in frustration.

You hesitate as you stare at his crotch, wanting to reach for it but remembering all the times he's tied you up for touching him without permission.

“Get to work,” he says, letting his wrists dangle casually from the arms of the chair, bracelets clacking.

You greedily sit up on your knees as your fingers dig around under his sweater for his belt. You quiver at the sound of his buckle coming loose and bite your lip when you see the bulge straining in his underwear after you undo his jeans. Just as you begin to reach into his boxers, someone knocks at his door.

You both react in panic.

“Hyung, can I come in? I need to show you something,” the sound of Hoseok’s voice echoes from the other side of the door.

“Shit!” he breathes, pushing your hands away from his belt and rolling in his chair over to where you left your clothes on the floor. However, you have no intention of moving.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He asks exasperatedly in a hushed tone when he finds you sliding back under his desk on your hands and knees.

“Yah, Yoongi hyung!”

Yoongi’s head whips between you and the door, blood pressure spiking. You put your hand out for the clothes he’s holding.

“It’s too late, I’ll just hide under here. He won’t see me.”

Yoongi’s jaw moves in annoyance, but he has no time to argue with you. So, he scoots his chair all the way under his desk to shield you with his widespread legs, throwing your clothes in your face. It works because you can barely see out beyond his lap, thanks to his wide and thick thighs, but this is no good news for Yoongi because another evil and salacious idea forms in your mind.

“It’s unlocked!” Yoongi calls and braces himself, praying that Hoseok cannot see under his desk.

As the door opens, Yoongi quickly busies himself at his computer, pretending that he doesn’t have his half-naked girlfriend underneath his desk and face level with his crotch.

“Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask your advice on something.”

Yoongi’s brow ticks. Why is everyone asking for his advice today?

“It’s fine, Hob-a, what’s up?” He asks, trying to play it cool.

But as Hoseok stands next to him at his desk, he feels hands slide onto his lap and he grips the edge of the table, hoping that you're only just teasing him. But that hope doesn’t last very long.

Hoseok wants to know what he thinks about one of his tracks, that there’s something off about it but he can’t figure out what. Hoseok hands Yoongi his flash drive and he plugs it into his PC, and as he clicks around for the file your fingers inch towards his unopened jeans.

As Hoseok points at the screen about different parts of the track he’s concerned about, Yoongi grinds his teeth, urging himself to stay focused even when you begin to palm at his clothed dick. He thinks about kicking you, but all thoughts get cut off when you reach in through the hole in his boxers and pull his cock out. Fuck, he's needy for you, even in the most unorthodox way. He jerks when your hand wraps around his length, the other diving back in to squeeze his balls but he plays it off like he’s adjusting in his seat, masking his moan with a cough. He slides forward in the chair so you can have easier access.

Shit. How can something so wrong feel so motherfucking good?

“You okay?” Hoseok asks, giving him a wary side glance as Yoongi clicks around the screen.

The older, sweating man nods stiffly and clears his throat.

“Yeah. It’s just been a long day. Do you wanna run it through?”

Hoseok leans over for the mouse and Yoongi takes the chance to let his expression crack while you run your tongue up the thick, pulsing vein on the underside of his dick, hand circling around his base.

Yoongi’s eyebrows pinch in fierce concentration on Hoseok’s track once he hits play but all of a sudden, your lips wrap around his tip, and you suck him into hollowed cheeks, devastatingly slow so as to not make noise even though the music would surely cover it. Stifling a groan, he straightens his back and presses his ribcage against his desk when you swirl your tongue around him. He’s going to fucking get you later.

Hoseok hits the spacebar and pauses the music. As it stops, you halt your movements. “See, there. Something doesn’t sound right.”

Yoongi’s brows furrow as he tries to center his attention even though your hand is massaging his balls.

“I think I missed it, sorry.”

Hoseok sighs but moves the mouse to rewind back a few beats. He points at the tracker on the screen to tell Yoongi which part to pay most attention to and he nods.

As the music resumes your mouth returns to his length, and you slowly move down until his tip hits the back of your throat and he holds his breath at the pleasure, moan catching in his chest. He's so goddamn pissed that you’re doing this to him, but it feels so good at the same time. He tries his best to resist the urge to let the pleasure consume him, so he knocks off his snapback to pull his fingers through his hair and begs his brain to focus on the music.

“Right here, hyung,” Hoseok murmurs next to him and Yoongi nods, listening closely even though your hot tongue licks from his base to the tip.

Then he hears it, some strange offbeat in the background and he taps the spacebar, sighing through his nose when the silence makes you retreat.

They go over it for a while until Yoongi finally figures out what’s going on since the blood returns to his brain once you stopped touching him (although that doesn’t mean he isn’t still hard, and his dick isn’t twitching in your face and making you salivate and want to touch yourself).

“Ah, okay, I see what you mean,” Hoseok says when Yoongi explains that there’s an extra beat embedded that’s easy to miss. “Thanks.” He claps him on the shoulder.

“Is that all you need?” Yoongi asks just to be polite but prays Hobi makes a quick exit.

He nods as he saves the file before ejecting it and Yoongi pulls out the flash drive and hands it to him.

“How long have you been here?”

“Uh, a while, but I’m almost done.” Yoongi hopes Hoseok doesn’t see the way his eyes squeeze shut when you begin to move your thumb over his leaking tip.

“Good. You deserve a break! You’ve been working so hard.”

“Thanks, Hob-a. You too.”

“How’s your girlfriend?”

Yoongi internally groans, now of all times Hoseok wants to make small talk.

“She’s fine,” he says in a tight voice, only because you have lightly dragged your fingers up his length.

“Uh-oh. Troubles in paradise?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen in confusion and your hand stills. “No? What makes you say that?”

“Oh, just saying, because usually when anyone asks you about her, you gush for like twenty minutes.”

Yoongi’s face and neck flushes a dark red and you have to press a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“Do not,” he grumbles, although in denial.

Hoseok snorts. “Fat lie, hyung. You always jump at the chance to talk about her, you don’t realize that? It’s cute! Well, in a sickening kind of way, but still.”

Yoongi glares at him as he feels your head fall onto his knee, trying to keep yourself from laughing.

“Shut up,” he grumbles.

“Why? Are you embarrassed?” Hoseok teases in a baby voice, bending down to pinch at Yoongi’s cheeks. “Cute Yoonie loves his girlfriend so much that he wants to talk about her all the time.”

“Fuck off, Hoseok,” Yoongi mumbles, swatting at Hoseok’s fingers and pushing him away as he turns back to his computer, and thankfully you’ve cut him a fucking break under his desk.

Hoseok snickers and grabs his laptop. “You better go home and see her, go on a date. But if you’re too busy, I’d be more than happy to take her out for you!”

“Yah, Jung Hoseok!” Yoongi bubbles with fury and Hoseok just cackles and scurries to the exit.

“Bye!” Hoseok grins mischievously, wiggling his fingers in the air before closing the door behind him.

A few seconds after the lock clicks shut, you burst out into laughter, and Yoongi flushes a hot, steaming red all the way up to his ears.

Yoongi pushes away from the desk and ducks his head down to look at you as you begin to crawl out on all fours. He scowls when you giggle once you make eye contact with him.

“I don’t see what’s funny. You’re in big trouble, you know,” he says, stuffing himself back in his underwear.

You stifle a laugh as you stand up. “You mad?”

“Clearly!”

You cock your eyebrow when he darts a hand out in frustration. “At what, the fact that I sucked your dick under your desk or that I found out how much you love to talk about me?”

Yoongi narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. “Both.”

You smirk. “Aww, come on, Yoonie~” you tease, mimicking Hoseok as you go to sit on your boyfriend’s lap.

“Go away,” He tries to fight you off but you trap him by grinding down on his hips and shoving your tits in his face.

You hum as you press an open-mouth kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You sure?”

Your hand slides down to his clothed dick, still solid under your palm. “Don't you want me to take care of your ‘problem’?”

He swallows moan as you grope him. But he feels embarrassed and upset that you went down on him when Hoseok was there. Deep down he thinks it was hot, but he knows Hoseok has always had a crush on you and he doesn’t like the idea of him seeing you like that, especially with the kinds of comments he sometimes makes implying that he can treat you better.

“Yeah, when I get home,” he sighs and you deflate. “I’m almost done.”

“Seriously, are you mad?”

“No, babe. I just want to finish up now so that I can be done for the weekend. That’s what you want, right?”

You grimace, wondering what he means by that. “Fine,” you acquiesce, hopping off of his lap so he can roll back up to his desk.

You slide on your clothes and gather your things, biting your tongue to keep from saying anything smart, but you can’t help feeling that his words don't sit right in your chest. As you walk to the door and slip on your shoes, you glance over to see him hunched over his desk, not even bothering to look back as you leave.

“You know, maybe I’ll go find Hoseok and take him up on his offer. Since it seems he has the time for me,” you sneer after you open the door, stepping out and slamming it shut behind you.

Yoongi jerks his head and swivels around but you've already disappeared. Oooh, that pisses him off. He knows you only said it to do just that but that sits right along his insecurities and he wants to lose it. But he really is almost done with work so if he hunkers down now, he can finish and go home and tell you off.

90 minutes later he receives a notification, a text from you with an attached image. You’re lying in bed on your stomach in your corset bra, holding up your head as you pout into the camera with your cleavage on full display.

my brat: Hoseok was busy :/

Yoongi drops his phone on the table, and it clatters, free hands rubbing frustration down his face. He knows what you’re doing, and he should have the willpower to ignore it but- FUCK are you good at getting what you want. You like pissing him off so that he'll be rough with you. And although he enjoys the dynamic, finds it fun, this is just one of those times that he really doesn’t like how you piss him off. He hates the idea of you alluding to the fact that you asked another man to fuck you. He knows you indeed haven’t, that you’re just messing with him, but he’s getting in his head with his self-doubt. He angrily decides that the track is good enough for now, that he can meet with Namjoon tomorrow or something to tweak it. He has to get home to make sure no one else has touched you but him.

You are in Big. Fucking. Trouble.

When Yoongi walks through the door, you’re in the kitchen getting something to drink, wearing one of his flannel shirts over your lingerie. When he appears you smile and greet him, but falter when he ignores you and quickly shuffles by to the bedroom. You watch him pass you and your smile slips at the stone look on his face. You know you pissed him off but did you make him upset? You never want to hurt his feelings, you just want to get his attention. You set your drink on the counter and pad after him.

When you walk into the room and lean against the door frame, his back is to you as he strips off his sweater to reveal his dark gray t-shirt and silver chain.

“Did you finish?” you ask, twiddling your fingers over one of the buttons of his flannel.

“No,” he says, keeping his back to you. You frown.

“Oh. How come?”

“Because my bratty girlfriend can’t be fucking patient," he grits, swiping off his snapback.

You cross your arms, not appreciating his tone. “I left, didn't I?”

His shoulders shake in a sardonic laugh, fingers combing through his hat-hair. “Yeah, only after telling me you were going to look for Hoseok.”

“Yeah well, maybe if you paid more attention to me, I wouldn’t feel the need to do that,” you sneer before pushing off of the door frame to speed-walk into the living room.

You only make it halfway down the hall before a hand grabs your wrist. You’re met with Yoongi’s looming figure exuding anger as he glares down at you and you match his energy immediately.

“And you think the way to get my attention is by making me jealous?”

“Well, it seems to be the only thing that’s working! Isn’t that why you came home before you got done with work? Because you think I asked Hoseok to fuck me? Not because you-“

“Did you?” he interrupts and your jaw moves in irritation.

“What do you think?” you bark. He blinks down at the floor. There it is again- that insecurity. He backs you into the wall as he tries to control his anxiety.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles honestly and that pisses you off. He really thinks you would stoop that low?

“Really? What, you think I wanted to suck you off while he was there hoping he’d catch us? Ask to join? Have me suck his dick too?”

Rage floods through him at the thought and his hold around your wrist tightens.

“Would you?”

Your mouth drops open. “Wow. Screw you." You pry his hand off and angrily walk back into the bedroom, wanting to put on more clothes now that you’re upset. As he follows, you make a petty point by taking off his flannel and exchanging it for your own clothes, pulling on your own t-shirt and sweats.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he says when he stands in the doorway.

"No? You don’t think that I’d jump at the chance to suck another man’s dick if the opportunity presented itself?”

“No, of course not,” he shakes his head, feeling guilty when you say nothing else so he continues, wanting you to understand where he's coming from.

“I just… You know he likes you.”

You spin around, flabbergasted. “Fucking so?”

He closes his eyes, feeling embarrassed that he’s about to bring this up. He has no reason to be worried that you like Hoseok but… he still struggles deep down that he doesn’t deserve you and that you’d be better off with someone else. Maybe someone like Hoseok.

“Why don’t you go ask him whether or not I took him up on his offer?” you snap. Then you stride across the floor and stand toe to toe with him.

“Or how bout you find out for yourself,” you provoke.

He looks down at you with your chin tilted up at his and a heartbeat passes before his hands fly to your face and he presses his lips to yours. You respond immediately by scraping your fingers over his ribs, hooking over his spine as he licks into your mouth, teeth clashing together desperately.

He begins to walk you backward towards the bed and when you hit the edge of the mattress, he tears your shirt off and lifts you by the waist to settle you down and kiss you hungrily as he climbs on top of you, chain laying on your throat. His hands move down to your sweats and he stands straight to rip them down your legs and onto the floor, looking down at your body decorated with pretty lingerie and he intrusively thinks about Hoseok seeing you like this and jealousy fires through him again.

He falls to his knees and loops his fingers under the straps of your thong to roughly pull them off, licking his lips at the sight of your bare pussy, glistening with the return of your arousal. He adds to it with his spit and promptly attaches his lips to your clit, growling when you cry out and arch your back in response. He wraps his arms underneath your thighs to hold you in place as he slathers your pussy with his spit and teeth and tongue.

His eyes close as you let out whimpers and whines of his name while your hands grip his hair, every sound making his dick twitch in his jeans. He sucks and slurps all over your cunt, making it messy between your thighs and on his chin, anything to make you keep wailing his name. He flicks his tongue over your clit and between your folds just like he demonstrated on his fingers back in the studio, and he has to flex his biceps around your thighs when you thrash. He can tell you’re close by the way your legs quiver beside his head and he slides your clit between his teeth before pressing his lips around it and sucking in a fast, relentless rhythm.

“Yoongi, gonna come!” you cry and a dark chuckle rumbles through his chest at the thought that no one else can get you to your peak as quickly as he can. He mercilessly continues sucking your clit until your legs violently shake and press against his head and you come with shrieks of his name. His tongue dives to your hole as it pulses and he licks your essence into his mouth and groans while he swallows, grinning victoriously as you continue to shake through throes of pleasure.

He slows his movements as you spiral down, loving the way you twitch at every touch of his mouth. He presses a final kiss to your clit before he moves his arms from under your thighs so he can hover over you while you catch your breath. He places his knee between your legs and leans down to kiss you so you can taste yourself, chain swinging over your heaving breasts. You moan as you dart your tongue against his and loop your arms around his neck to pull him down. Then he slides his lips down your jaw into the crook of your shoulder and speaks gruffly into your ear.

“You think he could make you come like that?”

You immediately shake your head, heat filling your gut at his dark tone. He bites your neck then rolls his tongue over the spot to soothe the sting.

“You need to say that out loud.”

You draw in a sharp breath. “No! No he couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t what?” he snaps.

“He couldn’t make me come. Not like you do.”

Pride shoots down his spine and he sits up to straddle your hips, turning you over onto your stomach so he can grab handfuls of your ass.

“You think he could fuck you like I do? Huh?” he experimentally rolls his clothed bulge over the swell of your ass.

“No,” you whimper with a desperate shake of your head.

“No?” he challenges. “You don’t think so?” He drags his hips against you slowly, hissing at the friction.

You continue to agree and he hums, still taking his time to drag this out. He just wants to hear it as much as possible but your smart mouth fucks you over.

“If you’re not convinced then we can go find out,” you say, voice muffled by the sheets but he hears you and snarls.

He leans down to grip a handful of your hair to turn your ear to his mouth.

“Why don’t you do that and I’ll go re-acquaint myself with Mina.”

A vicious green monster tears through your chest and you turn over to face him as your head fills with intrusive thoughts of the hands and body of his ex you once envied all over him while he enjoys it.

He chuckles mockingly at your expression. “Don’t like that, huh?”

You say nothing but look at him angrily as you picture him with her, hating it with a passion.

“Do you, baby?” he coos sarcastically, trailing the backs of his fingers down your cheek. “Don’t like the idea of my hands and my mouth being on someone else?”

He leans down to emphasize his point by kneading and kissing at your skin that he can reach and your chest heaves in response.

He rolls his hips. “Or my dick fucking someone else’s pussy?”

You see red and your hands fly up to grab his chain and tug his face parallel with yours so he grunts, a dark grin spreading on his face.

“No, I don’t fucking like it,” you seethe.

“Now you know how I feel,” he says mockingly. You scowl, fucking annoyed, and let go of his jewelry.

“You brought this on yourself. I never talked to Hoseok. He was the one who said he would take me out if you didn’t.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t have heard that if you hadn't been hiding under my desk sucking me off.”

“Oh, right and you were trying real hard to get me to stop,” you snap, pushing at his chest.

His jaw ticks, realizing you have a point. He leans up and sits back on his heels.

“Or just admit that you didn’t want me to,” you say, propping yourself up on your elbows. His eyes flicker to you darkly.

“That you liked it,” you taunt, moving to sit up on your knees so that you're level with him.

“That maybe if he did catch us he’d be jealous of your long, fat dick.” He shivers as your words send shocks to his core and his ego.

“And how good my throat is for fucking.”

His gulps at the imagery as your fingers trace under his shirt.

“And how he’d never get to find out for himself,” you say earnestly, looking directly into his eyes.

Then your hand slowly travels down to his groin.

“But if you want to go find Mina and see if she makes you feel as good as I do,” you mock as you grab his bulge and squeeze under his balls, making him hiss and involuntarily buck against you.

“Then be my fucking guest.” Your teeth grind as you let go of him to move off of the bed but you’re quickly stopped with a hand squeezing your elbow.

“Lay down,” he demands, warm breath fanning over your cheek.

“Make me." He huffs before moving his hand to your throat and pressing lightly on either side, making your resolve slip.

“Keep it up, brat.” The very brat in you comes back for an encore as you grab his wrist.

“Or what? Gonna go call up Mina? You think she’d even want you anymore?”

His eyes flash menacingly at the venom in your voice and you squeak when he bends down to pick you up, arms supporting your back and under your ass to carry you over to your shared desk.

“It doesn’t matter whether she would or not. Because I don’t want her,” he says simply as he sets you down, knocking the notebooks and tchotchkes out of the way, paying no mind as they clatter onto the floor.

“No? Then who do you want?” You know it’s a stupid question but you’re fucking triggered and you want to hear him say it. He tilts his head as he undoes the buckle on his belt.

“I’m looking right at her, sweetheart.” You falter, but you’re not about to let up that easy.

"Just - Fuck you for bringing her up." Gently pushing your legs apart, he gives you a remorseful smile.

“I’m sorry. I only wanted to get back at you but I took it too far.”

“Get back at me for what?” you ask, glossing over his apology and you’re almost able to ignore his fingers massaging the inside of your thighs.

He cocks his brow. “For that selfie you sent and your text implying that you asked Hoseok to fuck you but he was too busy?”

“You started it,” you scoff and cross your arms, chest heaving as his hands move slowly to the part of you that’s aching for him.

“Did I? You were the one who came into my studio and shoved your tits and ass in my face wearing this pretty lingerie all because I haven’t been paying you enough attention.”

“Try ‘any’ attention.” He hums and looks down to watch his thumb brush over your clit, smirking when you gasp and grab his forearm.

“Baby, it’s only been a few days. Are you that needy for me?”

You huff but don't try to deny it, eyes rolling to the ceiling when he slides two fingers between your wet folds, lifting up your knee to hold it on his hips so he has a better view and access.

“Thought so.” You shut your eyes so his smug face won’t piss you off.

“Well, remember I tried to leave but you told me to ‘get my ass back here right now,’” you recount, leaning back with a hand on the desk.

You bite your tongue when his fingers sink inside to slowly work you open.

“Yeah, well you’re sexy as hell in this lingerie and I’m a weak bastard for you, so sue me,” he grumbles, staring at your pussy as his hand picks up the pace.

“I’m only sexy in lingerie?”

He sighs. “Sweetheart, did you miss the part where I said I’m a weak fucking man for you?”

You hum nonchalantly, his words filling your heart up with butterflies but the brat in you is refusing to leave the stage so you ignore him.

He shakes his head and grips your thigh to get you to look at him, making sure you’re paying attention.

“Just shut that smart mouth of yours, baby girl. And let me show you I mean what I say.”

He lifts one of your arms to hook around his shoulder and you reluctantly acquiesce, letting him situate you in a way that’s comfortable before he pushes down his jeans to free his dick from its confines. Jerking his shaft, he tilts down in concentration to inspect your puffy cunt.

When he thinks it could use more lube, he holds his hand next to your mouth.

“Spit.” Letting go of your stubbornness, you obey, only because you enjoy the way he doesn’t mind your saliva dropping in his palm.

“Good girl,” he mumbles. You watch impatiently as he tilts his head back while spreading your spit over his tip, making you clench around nothing when his knuckles brush your folds. You whine his name again when you feel his head rub up and down your wet slit before he taps it a few times.

“Beg.”

Your hand slaps his back, matching your huff in frustration and his lip curls.

“Minus the fucking attitude.”

“It’s been three days.”

“What?” he snaps.

You lift your head with a glare. “I said it’s been three fucking days, why should I beg?”

He slides his hard, lubed up length in between your folds to show you what you’re stalling.

“Shouldn’t that be all the more reason to?” he growls as he smacks the side of your ass.

“I'm not the one who didn't come home. So shouldn’t it be you doing the begging?”

He stills.

“Maybe,” he says softly, massaging your skin that he knows is stinging from his hand. Your chest squeezes at the sad tone in his voice even though you’re pissed off.

“But you remember what I said about punishing you for getting me hard at work?”

Your eyes squeeze shut, lips pursing as you nod.

“This is part of it. You’d better fucking beg.”

He sighs and shakes his head, digging his fingers into your waist when you take a second too long to respond.

“I’m not going to tell you again.” He steps back, threatening to walk away. In a panic, you hook your heels behind him to keep him from going any further.

“Fuck, fine! Yoongi, please. Please fuck me!”

With a dark chuckle, he closes the distance between you again, arm circling around your waist, licking and marking under your jaw. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he holds up your thigh, you moan when he teases your entrance with his throbbing tip.

“I’ll always give you what you want when you’re a good girl for me.”

And just like that, the brat in you is gone. At least for now. He groans when you kiss him with ferocity and allows you to take the reins a bit. You moan and fist his hair in both hands, whining when his hand trails to your core to make sure you’re still ready, and he’s confirmed when he easily slips in three of his fingers, making you gasp into his mouth.

“You want it?” he growls against your swollen lips as he removes his hand covered with your essence to use it as lube on his dick. You nod frantically.

“Words.”

“Yes!” you wheeze.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?”

“Yes!” You exclaim louder.

“Then turn around.”

He helps you settle on your feet and twirls you around with both hands on your hips, biting behind your ear while he lines himself up behind you.

“You know I love you, right?” You nod, leaning into his teeth and wiggling your hips to entice him but his firm hand on your ass keeps you in place. “But right now I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

A spark floods through you at the way he curls a hand around your throat and simultaneously rubs his head up to your aching clit. You’re screwed, but you are so, so ready.

“Please!”

Without giving you a second to breathe, he spears into you, forcing you forward with your hands flattened on the desk. You yelp out when he begins ramming into you at an angle so deep your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He slaps your ass, harshly enough to sting, and grunts when you clench around him, continuing to make the room swell with lewd sounds of your wet pussy squelching with every smack of his hips. It feels feral, the force of his thrusts causing the desk to thump against the wall, but the rhythmic sound is drowned out by your mindless moans.

He fucks you like he hates you, like he doesn’t care how the wooden edge is digging into your waist, or the way he’s slapping your ass until your skin is raw, slamming his hips against yours so it’s certain you’re going to have trouble walking. If you didn’t like it so much, you’d be telling yourself not to piss him off ever again.

A hand on your spine pushes you down onto the desk, breasts and face squishing on the lacquered wood, and you moan when he pulls your cheeks a part and you can just picture the way he’s watching himself pound you, tongue poked out in fascination, head moving from side to side to see all the different angles.

“Nah.” He mutters to himself and you glance over your shoulder to see him shaking his head as your body moves up and down. “No one else can fuck you like this. Right?” He grits, fingers digging into your ass as he takes a long stroke of emphasis.

“Mhmm!”

He hums to himself in satisfaction, letting out an amused chuckle before he starts fucking you so hard and so fast and so goddamn good that you don’t realize you’re coming until it hits you, and your finger nails dig into the desk for dear life, leaving scratch marks. As you clench around him he lets out a string of curses that would make even a sailor blush, rubbing his hands up and down your back, fingertips kneading your ass as you shake and come apart.

You’re still trembling when he finally slows his thrusts to a moderate pace and his hands on your skin are moving more gently now that you’re coming down.

“Baby, talk to me. You good?” It takes you a second to register that he’s been talking to you for a few seconds. He just fucked you into euphoria, you’re drooling on the desk because of it, so you need a goddamn minute.

You whine in dissatisfaction when he pulls out of you, only for him to reach over to brush sweaty hair out of your face, and you blink open tear-filled eyes to him peering down at you with concern knitted into his brows.

“You good?” he repeats, continuing to brush your hair back and smoothe his hand down your spine.

You nod. “Mhmm. ‘M a good girl.” His eyebrows lift in relief when you say something that’s somewhat coherent.

“That you are.” You swoon. That’s all you ever want to hear him say, even though more often than not your behavior speaks otherwise. At least he’s shown you that he loves to deal with it.

“I’m gonna bring you over to the bed. Can you make it?” Pushing your hands against the desk, you try to put some weight on your feet and know without even trying that you won’t. It feels like he was on the brink of splitting you in half.

“Only if you carry me.” You can feel his smile on the side of your face as he rubs your shoulders before gently pulling back on them, holding you against his chest once you straighten. He presses light but necessary kisses to your neck and cheek before turning you to the side so he can swoop you up in his arms like you’re his bride. You hope one day you will be.

You could almost cry at the tender way he puts you down on the mattress, his face dewy and red from exertion, and adjusts the pillows beneath you, fluffing them how you like it. How he can so easily slip from being your insane freak in the sheets who hates you to your sweet, doting boyfriend is beyond you but it’s one of the many things you love so much about him. “Too much?” Your heart swells again at his loving tone as he coasts his hand down your torso, inspecting the indentations left on your waist from the desk to make sure they’re ones that won’t bruise.

You shake your head. “I can still remember my own name.”

“Dang, so I could do better,” he smirks.

Blowing a raspberry, you playfully smack the side of his head and he only chuckles and leans down to kiss you. Just as he brushes your lips, you push at his clothed shoulder, suddenly very much bothered by the fact that he is not completely naked yet.

“Shirt,” you mumble, tugging at his collar. “What about it?” “Off.”

He cocks a brow, mouth pulling up into a smirk. “Are you telling me what to do?”

“Yes. Problem?”

He hisses an amused sound, sits up on his knees and blinks down at you, lightly batting your hands away when you reach for the hem of his now unapproved fabric.

“We just went through all that, but you still want to have a fucking attitude?”

You withdraw your hands, rest them on your tummy as you look up at him sheepishly. He looks at you patiently, waiting for a response, but you don’t have one, so you instead raise your hands to the side in a shrug because what can you say? The smirk on his face grows until it turns into a laugh, and he kicks his head back. Fuck, you love his laugh. His shoulders start to shake, gummy grin on full display as he looks down at you through his stringy bangs, and you fall just that much more in love.

“It’s like that, huh?” He muses, coasting his hands up and down your thighs.

“It’s fun to piss you off,” you justify, holding your arms up in invitation and he pauses for a split second before lowering into your embrace.

“Yeah, and I know you have a blast doing it, much to my expense,” he mutters, letting you pepper his jaw with kisses. You giggle as you get over to his mouth and he opens up to swallow down your sounds.

As you makeout, his hips start to rock over yours under the covers, heavy cock desperate to fill you again so you trail your hands down to his ass, digging your go ahead into his skin. Keeping a hand next to your head and his tongue over yours, he reaches down to guide himself back in, humming when you moan in satisfaction. He lifts his head with a curse when you suck him in with ease, baring your neck to him that he nips before straightening his arm to plank above you. He stares down at you with lust-blown eyes as he takes your leg from under the sheets to rest on his shoulder. You bite your lip and grapple for his neck as he fucks into you slowly, hips rolling with deft, meaningful strokes. For a few moments he fucks you like that, reveling in your moans and whimpers, especially when he ducks his head to suck your tits into his mouth.

“Missed you, Yoon,” you whisper suddenly, blissed out and slack-jawed. He pauses his thrusts to put your leg back in place before dropping down to grab your hands and curl them under his, tongue licking roughly over the top of your mouth. Your chest heaves, breathing him in while he sucks on your lips and tongue.

“Missed you too, doll." His hips resume to a slow rhythm, and you let out a soft cry at the sensation of him filling you up to the brim despite never leaving.

You struggle to kiss him back as you get lost in the clouds again now that he’s rocking into you at a slower pace, pressing deeply into you so you can feel every inch of each other with every stroke.

“So fucking good for me,” he grumbles into your mouth, building rhythm as he brings himself to peak.

“Wanna be,” you slur.

“Hm?” His tongue pokes out as he focuses on rolling his hips against a tight, cushioned spot that kisses his tip and draws his orgasm closer.

“Wanna be so good for you. Always.” He grins, pride swelling his chest at your promise.

“Not for Hoseok?” Because he has to make sure.

“No,” you whimper, yanking at his chain to bring him down in a messy kiss. “Just you.”

He kisses you with a relieved smile, bites at your neck a few times, and slaps your hip.

“Then get up and ride me. I shouldn’t be doing all this fucking work,” he commands and slips out before pulling you up by the elbows. He crawls around you to sit against the headboard while you turn to face him and prop yourself up on shaking knees.

Noticing this, he pauses and holds you still. “Can you?”

“Mhmm,” you nod, confirming it with a sloppy kiss.

Grinning, he pulls you forward until you hover over his lap and fists his dick to hold himself in place while his other hand pushes you down by your hip. You grip his shoulders and whine as you sink onto him, waiting until you’re fully breached to start circling your hips. As you lean in to lick between his teeth, you rake your fingers down his chest, lightly scratching over his nipples and smiling when he moans.

“Shit,” he curses against you as you press your thumbs against his buds and he gets you back by attacking your neck with bites and bruises that you’ll have for days. You begin rolling in his lap and hold onto his shoulders for leverage, gasping when he wraps his arm across your waist to pull you closer so your breasts are right in his face and he attaches his mouth to one, leaning back on his hand to hold himself up.

He releases your tit with a pop and tilts his head to watch in content as your knees move to prop yourself up so you can bounce on his dick, appreciating his hand on your ass supporting and guiding you.

“Fuck, doll. Yeah, just like that,” He moans and breaks from your lips to throw his head back as his balls tighten, and you take your turn to make marks on his neck.

“Nngh, gonna come,” he groans deep in his gut, Adam’s apple bobbing and eyes squeezing shut as you continue to rock against him and it throws him over the edge. He pushes at your hips to force you off of him until you fall back once more on the mattress as he pulls out with a gasp. He growls and grunts as thick ropes of hot cum shoot out over your stomach and tits and you moan at the feeling and the sounds he makes.

“Goddamn,” he wheezes, jerking his dick through the final pulses of his orgasm and he grips your thigh to keep himself grounded. When his dick stops twitching, he falls back over to kiss you roughly.

“Close,” you tell him against his lips and he curses.

“Fuck, okay.” Anticipating being overstimulated but wanting nothing more than to satisfy you, he sits on his heels, pulls your hips onto his thighs and waits for your nod for him to plunge back in.

He wastes no time rutting into the very spot that he knows will guarantee you to come fast and hard. He has to bite his bottom lip to keep from whining at the overstimulation. But it proves fruitless when you pulse your orgasm around his dick, squeezing him so tight, that he starts to come again, encouraged by your endless moans of his name. He manages to keep his release at bay until he feels your wave wash back and yanks himself out at the last second so that he doesn’t give into temptation and come inside you. That level is on the horizon, but neither of you are quite ready for that. He knows just how addictive that will be and it’s too much of a risk.

So he opts to come on your stomach and chest for a second time, not bothering to jerk himself through it and just lets his cock bob on your center as he returns to his place above you. You open your mouth to welcome him before he even lands his fists beside your head.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he breathes over you, ducking his head into your neck so he can hear you whisper the same.

Dick softening on your lower stomach, he kisses you until his biceps strain under his weight.

“You feeling okay?” He asks, sitting back on his heels and smiling warmly (proudly) at your fucked out expression.

He presses his hands on your hips, heart racing when you won’t stop staring at him and he has to look away to prevent a rise in blood pressure, instead staring at all of his cum spread over you.

He looks back up when he catches your hand reaching for him and he grabs it, wrapping his fingers around your knuckles and bringing it to his lips to kiss your palm, eyes never leaving yours.

“What?” He asks as you pout. He kisses the inside of your wrist and you sigh, let his lips linger there and your heart stops for a moment at his tenderness.

With a smile and one more kiss on the back of your hand, he gets up and grabs a pair of sweatpants on the way to the bathroom, running a washcloth under warm water and wringing it out lightly before bringing it back to you to clean up his mess.

A moment later, he watches you with wide eyes as you slide out of bed and head to the bathroom without a word, albeit with a noticeable wobble. He sighs when the door shuts, getting the feeling that fucking the shit out of each other just now did nothing to solve your problems. While he waits for you to come back out, he strips the bed of soiled sheets to take out to the washer in the hallway closet. Just as he starts the cycle, you emerge from the bathroom, arms crossed over your breasts as you scurry into the bedroom to dress into his hoodie and a pair of his hoochie daddy shorts. You keep your head down while you walk past him for the kitchen, but he catches you with an arm pressed into your abdomen.

“Hey,” he murmurs above your head. “Whatever you’re thinking, you can tell me.”

You nod against his bicep, slipping your hand down to his fingers and tangling them together to lead him into the kitchen. He doesn’t take his hands off of you while you maneuver around to retrieve glasses of water for you both, but you end up just sharing yours. Neither of you say anything for a moment after you refresh yourselves. Then, his knuckles under your chin bring your face level with his, away from staring into the void behind his shoulder.

“The sex was good in there, but it didn’t resolve anything,” he reminds you softly. “We should talk it out before you get too far into your head.”

Fuck. He knows you so well. With a sigh and a blurry waterline, you lean against him, head resting on his shoulder so he doesn’t see.

“I just really missed you,” you start in a small voice. On your temple, he frowns. “And I know it’s kind of pathetic because we live together and you were only gone for three days but I just wish you would make up your mind about coming home or not. It’s just frustrating when you say you’ll be done in a couple hours but it turns out to be five. Or I wait up for you just for you to tell me you’re staying overnight. I know how important your work is, especially when you have a deadline, and I never want to take you away from it, but sometimes it feels like when I tell you to take a break, you act as if I’m asking you to stop altogether. I’m just trying to make sure you eat and rest properly so you don’t burn yourself out and get sick.” Your voice chokes the more you admit, and he lets your words hang in the air before rubbing his hand across the back of your shoulders. Resting his head on yours, he takes a deep breath.

“I love how supportive you are of my job and how much you worry about me, but I’m sorry I make you feel neglected. That’s never my intention.” You hum in acknowledgement and he squeezes the back of your neck.

“I mean, I’m not trying to dig myself out of the hole here, but a lot of the time when I come to a dead end with a project and feel like giving up, I think about you and how the faster I get done, the faster I can come home and devote all of my time to you.” You can’t hold back a sniffle. He frowns and gently pulls you by your shoulder and waist to press your fronts together. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest, along with your tears.

“I’m so sorry I made you upset, baby,” he whispers, his own voice choked up. “I just get stuck sometimes and it’s hard for me to give it a rest. Thank you for loving me so well that you knew when I needed you to come drag me out. And three days is way too long to not he home. I’m sorry I made you feel like it wasn’t.” You swallow a sob and hold him tighter.

“Well, I’m sorry I made you think I wanted Hoseok to fuck me.”

His nostrils flare with a small laugh. “I know you were just trying to piss me off. But I don’t know if I want us to make each other jealous by doing that anymore, y’know?”

You nod in quick understanding and he purrs gratefully, lifts a hand to gently tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Because I guess sometimes I just worry that you could do better.”

Your limbs freeze as his words sink in and spreads your blood thin. Placing your hands on his hips, you lean away to look right at him, eyebrows furrowing at his pained smile.

“That has to be the stupidest fucking thing you’ve ever said.” Chewing the inside of his cheek, he suppresses a laugh.

“I’m serious.” You reach up to cup his jaw. “Don’t tell yourself that. I love you. You’re it for me, Yoongi.”

Starlight fills his eyes as he gazes down into your soul. He hugs you tightly, and whispers those same three words back, all of the weight he’s ever carried lifting off of his shoulders now that you’ve solidified that you’re his forever.

“I’m gonna do better to not spend so much time at the studio,” he promises, fingertips massaging the back of your head.

“Maybe just limit your overnighters to once a week.” He smiles, leans in to kiss you, hearts feeling warm and full. “I can work with that. And next time you want to blow me at work, try not to do it when one of my colleagues is in there.”

“Fine,” you sigh in exaggeration. “But at least admit that you liked it.”

“I don’t have to answer that.”

“Why not?” you challenge playfully. “It was a one time thing, so the least you can do is-” He cuts you off with a kiss that wipes your brain clear of any thoughts.

“You were saying?” he mumbles against your lips with a knowing smirk.

“Fuck if I know,” you breathe and he chuckles.

Leaning back in, he kisses you slowly, thoughtfully for a few moments, then breaks away with eyes hazed with love and boops your nose.

“Why don’t we go shower and get dressed so I can take you out on a date, hm? We’ll go wherever you’d like.”

A bright and wide smile on your face, you tangle both of your hands together and lean up to kiss him. He melts into you and your heart glows as radiant as the rising sun. You break, and your cheeks burn when you notice how his have turned a noticeable shade of pink.

“Let’s both decide on a place. But maybe tomorrow or the day after when I can walk a little better.” He grins and kisses your forehead, softly pats your ass.

“Sounds good to me.”

Thanks for reading! i've had this sitting in my drafts for a while and finally got the courage to post it so I hope you enjoyed! lmk what you think if you want! Also im the queen of run-on sentences so i apologize for that! And some of it might seem kind of rushed, but i was really trying to keep it under 10k.

xxx - claret

p.s. check out my yoongi mafia series not in the cards if you haven't already! thanks again!!

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tsukisrants · 1 month ago

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𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗨𝗣𝗢𝗡 𝗔 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡.

PAIR: yoongi x f reader

TAGS/WARNINGS: strangers to lovers, 'love at first sight' (I tried, okay?), producer!yoongi, producer!reader, fluff, I don't really know how to tag anymore, oh yeah no warnings just smoking ig, cats <3 this is very cheesy but op requested that sooo!!

A/N: requested <333 this is not my proudest work. and to be honest, I don't think I like it that much. but this is the best I can provide atm :,) I hope yall like it. don't forget yo leave ur feedback and comments! lots of love <333

SYNOPSIS: the one where yoongi falls in love at first sight on the streets of his city.

PS. ignore all mistakes people, thank u. I can't believe I even managed to finish and post this !

It all started one breezy Tuesday night—The first time Yoongi felt his heart leap in his chest because of a complete stranger.

The tune he had been stuck dealing with for the previous couple of hours was an endless loop echoing in his head, a desperate effort of his brain to solve his headaches for himself.

Being a significant producer-songwriter for many, he was often locked up in his studio for entire days, sometimes even weeks, but that's when he can tell he's on the verge of plunging into insanity—the irony of choosing to do the one thing he loved the most in this world—if he didn’t pick up his keys and his phone, headed towards the door and walked the tension between his bones away.

On his way back home that night, he let his legs bring him to a park by the edge of a vast river. It was fairly late into the night, but some humans lingered there and about.

He sat on a lonely bench, drawing some of the fresh air into his lungs before leaning back and making himself comfortable against his seat. Usually, he’d go for less crowded places, places where solitude spoke to his mind and put it to rest in the middle of the chaos his life was. That night, he found himself watching people existing on the edge of that river, where the water spoke the language of the sky and painted an image of the bright moon and city lights.

On their little picnic mats were couples sharing delicate intimacy and friend groups laughing and chatting amongst themselves, while cyclists drifted by. A perfect picture of humans basking in the moment.

And Yoongi? He had a cigarette burning between his fingers to keep him company.

His thoughts ran with a mind of their very own, he almost didn't notice her.

The stranger passed by him like the gentle whispers of breeze that played with his hair strands. A nearby cat caught her attention, she crouched down and petted it.

“You're hungry, aren't you? Me too, me too. I only had lunch today. Coffee for breakfast. I'm working on a new project these days. It's always hectic, you know? You probably don't. You're just a cute fluff ball. Wandering around. Surviving.”

Such were the soft words he heard the human say. It seemed like a natural conversation to any passing-by ear. He wouldn't have guessed a cat was at the receiving end if he weren't at a short proximity from them, but the simple interaction painted a faint smile on his face. It was endearingly pleasant.

Shifting his gaze to the scenery ahead of himself, he took long, thorough drags of his cigarette, and let his thoughts consume him.

“Hey, can I sit here?” He heard her voice again. Yoongi looked up, almost startled. The first thought that came to his mind was that her friendly smile reminded him of Sakura leaves dripping from the sky.

She pointed to the other end of the bench he sat on, waiting for his response.

“Yes, of course.” He replied, ignoring the way his heart dramatically skipped a beat in his chest, and the way the sound of the world existing around him faded into a blissful quiet once their gazes met.

She sat down quietly, her smell lingered in the air between them, and spoke again, “Cats hate the smell of cigarettes, you know.”

He looked at her again, the warm streetlamps kissed all over her features, giving him a better view of her face.

Her eyes, Yoongi thought he finally found something new to write a song about.

Regardless of the gentleness of her voice—almost as soft as the distant sound of the waves dancing across the shore—he glanced down at the cigarette in his hand with a weird sense of embarrassment.

“My bad.” He muttered, doing a quick job of pressing the burning cigarette to the sole of his shoe. Its once alive flame slowly died into a lifeless gray dust, before being tossed into a trash bin nearby.

She smiled, “It's okay. Have you ever owned a cat?”

He shifted awkwardly in his seat and answered with a short ‘yes’.

“Then you should know they don't appreciate it when people ruin their lungs like that.” She added, her tone light-hearted.

That made him release a soft chuckle into the air. His heart fluttered in his chest when she chuckled along, and then she proceeded to tell him that she too, although rarely, smoked as well.

“I always keep cat food in my bag just in case.” She said, bringing out a pack of cat food from her bag and showing it to him.

“Why?” He asked. He knew why, of course he did, but he'd never felt so at ease with a stranger before. He had the urge to initiate any form of conversation with the stranger to hear pieces of her mind for some longer.

“Because all cats deserve food and love. Especially the stray ones.” It was not hard to pick up on the shift that happened to her tone. The lightness that was once present on her features quickly faded into faint dullness. It almost made a frown of his own appear on his face.

She added, “Sadly, that's not common in the world we live in.”

“Keep doing that.” He said. “The thing you said you always do, keep doing it. Maybe one day you'll influence someone, and that someone will influence another someone. More cats will be fed and taken care of..”

The words floated in the air for a while. She smiled, a genuine, grateful one that gave him a sense of satisfaction.

The pair sat in silence following that. Neither of them deemed the need to fill the comfortable quiet that sat on the bench between them to be necessary.

An ‘Oh!’ from between her lips broke the silence between them. The stranger's brows tugged together as she checked her watch, and she muttered something about the time going so fast and her being late for something.

He never liked to admit it to himself, but he felt a tinge of disappointment pop inside his chest at the thought of her leaving.

He silently watched as she stood up and hoisted her bag’s strap onto her shoulder, then asked about his name. He answered as casually as he could muster.

“Yoongi..” She repeated, as if savoring the name on her own tongue, and smiled, “I'm _. It was really nice meeting you.”

And just like that, she was gone, fading into the faint chatter of the people surrounding him, and he was left in the park with a cat rubbing its body against his legs. It reminded him of her, the only thing that he had left of someone he thought he would never see again.

He made sure to feed and pet the creature some more, before scooping it up in his arms and taking them home. His mother would take good care of him, he thought.

The next day, he spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering if he'd find her warm smile and affection towards strays if he were to go to that park again. He missed her eyes, her smile, the way she'd spoken to him so naturally and so easily.

He was trying to push those thoughts off his plate and focus on his work, when she walked into his studio and introduced herself as his new, awaited co-producer.

The best part of it all was the excitement she displayed upon seeing him. It felt like he was reencountered with an old friend, except that an old friend wasn't supposed to make you feel like a teenager catching the glimpse of their crush in the distance.

“Hi! It’s you again! Sorry for being late. I had a crazy morning and just when I thought I was making it I-” She proceeded to talk, but he cut her little rant off with a gentle question.

“You met another cat?”

The small but amused smile on his lips grew a little bigger when the faint blush on her cheeks became more apparent.

“Well, yeah, I kind of did..” she trailed off, tilting her head to the side in embarrassment.

It wasn't hard for them to find a common ground to stand on after that. She liked to talk, the words kept coming naturally out of her mouth, and Yoongi, he liked to listen, and he didn't mind her talking his ears off one bit.

One day after another, hours spent in the studio together. It slowly became something very familiar to him, the feelings her presence gave him. They shared takeout meals on his uncomfortable studio couch and many cups of coffee at late hours of the night. The project they worked on continued to link his heart to hers. On days she would walk in with a deep frown on her face or tears staining her cheeks, she would sit on that couch and mope, and he would wordlessly open a can of beer and put it in front of her, then sit to work next to her until she decided life was worth living again.

From a stranger, to a ‘friend’, to someone he couldn’t stop thinking about. She was not only a good hearted person, but an incredibly smart and talented producer.

If feeding cats together did not push him over the edge of what he thought he would never come to experience again, then working with her surely did.

Sure, he didn’t have his answers. He didn’t know if it was going to be a long lasting thing, or just one more of those phases where his lonesome heart clung onto something other than the thing he loves the most, music, before deciding it had enough. He didn’t know what to do with the feelings that kept growing in his chest and the stupid butterflies he felt in his guts every time she so much as smiled at him. But he knew that spending hours at work and feeding stray cats became things he looked up to every single morning.

More importantly, he had a feeling that whatever he was feeling didn't come from his part alone, but it was all left unsaid for the sake of keeping a fine line between work and personal emotions.

And then it happened, their first, tipsy kiss. When they shared a bottle of liquor and celebrated the wrap-up of their project. The faint blush on her cheeks every time their eyes met made him feel like screaming at the top of his lungs.

He tasted the alcohol on her cherry lips, and oh, how he loved the taste on his tongue.

He thought he'd reached the peak of helplessness when he wrote poems for her eyes, but then he wrote some more for her lips, then her smile, then her hair, then her hands… and then there was no going back.

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tsukisrants · 1 month ago

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　　 𓏶ㅤ ꯭ ⎯⎯ ࣪ ᮫ 🗡️ =͟͟͞ 𖧷

　　　　夢遊病者　

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tsukisrants · 1 month ago

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Do I even know you?

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tsukisrants · 1 month ago

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make you scream

the one where you find out your boyfriend’s ghostface costume isn’t a costume at all. neither is heeseung and jake’s, his best friends. by the end of the night they have you screaming, but not in the way you’d initially think.

★ pair: ghostface!riki x fem reader (x ghostface!heejake)

★ genre: smut

★ warnings: established relationship, partying, drinking, discussed murder, some slut shaming and unwanted touching, jealous!riki, reader’s sorta naive, riki ‘shares’ you with heeseung and jake, no mxm, everything is consensual (although permission is not asked), foursome, mask kink, degradation, praise, pet names, oral, masturbation, sex, tit and cum play, fingering, hair pulling, cumming inside, roughly proof read

★ featuring: heeseung, jake, park jisung (nct)

★ wc: 6.3k

★ note: i do not give permission for anyone to repost or use the above image!

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“what’s that?” riki asks in reference to your costume right after you step out of the bathroom, makeup finished and ready to go to the halloween party.

“what do you mean? i’m ghostface’s first victim, casey.” you say innocently, spinning around in your mini jean skirt that barely covers your ass and a white cropped sweater that sags over to one side, leaving your collarbones and shoulder on display. you splattered fake blood across the top, concentrating most of it at the side of your ribcage to appear like you’ve been stabbed. and if that didn’t make it obvious enough who you’re dressed as, you also tucked all of your hair up into a blonde bobbed wig.

“pretty sure casey was wearing pants and her whole midriff wasn’t out.” your boyfriend argues, eyes scrutinizing you from head to toe. it would piss you off if you didn’t know he’s only like this because he’s very protective of you. but since you are aware, it actually flatters you a to know he cares for you so much.

“come on, ki!” you whine playfully, wrapping your arms around his waist in a hug and giving him puppy eyes. “you’re the one who wanted to wear matching costumes. and you’re wearing a crop top! you don’t see me complaining, do you?”

riki has the classic ghostface mask in his hand, tight black jeans and a cropped black hoodie that doesn’t leave anything to the imagination clad on his muscular body. his abs are completely out for the world to see, and you’re positive that if he were to lift his arms, you could see his pecks too. he was just as guilty as you were with wanting to make your costume a little more…showy.

the original ghostface literally wears an entire black robe over his body for goodness sake, not a sliver of skin showing.

“no, but…” riki feels himself starting to get a little hungry while looking at your tits, which he can easily see at his taller height. his hands smooth over your waist, moving downward until he’s sinking his fingers into your ass and feeling you up by the handful.

you bite your lip, trying to swallow down a moan at the possessive way he touches your body.

“other men will be there, baby.” he finishes his sentence. it takes you a bit to remember what conversation you’re supposed to be having with him when he’s touching you like this.

“it’s- it’ll be fine, babe. everybody knows i’m yours.”

riki smirks at your flustered tone, leaning down to claim your lips in a kiss that leaves you a little wet in your panties before pulling away too soon.

“you’re right, babygirl. let’s go before all the good food and drinks are gone.”

the second you arrive at jake’s house party you’re weaving through the crowd and going straight to the drinks, riki laughing at your retreating figure and mentally declaring himself as the designated driver for tonight. so when his best friends heeseung and jake approach, also dressed in ghostface costumes like they planned, riki denies any drinks they try to shove in his hands.

your boyfriend tries his best not to let you out of sight, at least not for too long. but otherwise, he seems to have forgotten about his initial worries about you in that skimpy costume when he sees you surrounded by your girl friends.

that is until riki realizes he isn’t the only one watching you. jake won't stop staring at your ass like he’s hoping you’ll bend over and get a peek of what you got going on down there. and heeseung’s eyes shoot over to stare at your tits whenever you laugh, the soft mounds bouncing with each giggle you let out in that low necked sweater that only seems to slip lower.

you’d think if the guys can’t help but stare they’d at least put back on their masks to make it not as obvious, but heeseung and jake both took them off in favor of sipping on their drinks. so riki is left as the only one wearing his mask, which is probably why neither man seems to notice how increasingly irritated riki is getting as he glares at them through the emotionless black of the mask's eyes. riki can’t believe how dirty his hyungs look at you, his own girlfriend, biting their lips and gripping too tightly around their flimsy plastic cups. heeseung’s even bold enough to adjust his growing hard on in his pants.

riki’s actually so distracted by his anger that he doesn’t notice when you leave the crowded room, slipping out to go find a bathroom. you succeed, clumsily shutting the door behind you in your tipsiness. and maybe that’s why you don’t notice a figure following you until you’ve finished your business and open the door again, only to be unable to exit as that same figure blocks your way.

“oh, hi jisung!” you smile at the boy, extra bubbly thanks to the weird drink concoction one of your friends mixed for you. you have no idea what it was, but it had pretty swirling colors and gummy worms resting at the bottom.

“hey, y/n. you’ve been having fun, huh?” jisung laughs, moving mid sentence to steady your body when you lose your footing out of thin air. his two hands stay gently gripped on your waist. even when you find your balance again, they remain. but you don’t notice, your brain feels all funny and you can’t stop getting the giggles over anything.

jisung takes the opportunity to let his eyes roam all over your body, a small smirk quirking up the corner of his mouth.

“i really like your take on the scream girl. what was her name again?” he compliments, taking steps to stand almost against your form. you don’t even notice as your deduction skills have never been the best in the first place, but while you’re drunk even more so.

“ummmm, cas-….cassie? and thank you! riki didn’t even recognize who i was, said it wasn’t accurate.” you pout, words a little slurred and speaking in a tone jisung finds inviting.

“well, i love it. screw what riki thinks.”

you’re about to respond with an enthusiastic ‘yeah’, not finding the deeper meaning to his words until jisung’s hands snake around your waist, pulling your body flat against him. you softly gasp, immediately trying to lean away as your tits subsequently squish up against his chest.

“come on baby. don’t you wanna mess around with me for a little bit?”

“no, she fucking doesn’t.” it’s not hard to recognize the deep timber of your boyfriend’s voice, your desperate eyes looking for him to plead for rescue. you’re somewhat sobered up now but too weak to escape jisung’s grasp.

before jisung can turn his head, riki is shoving him off of you and against the wall, immediately pulling you to his side and placing a firm grip on your waist after.

“what the fuck were you trying to do to my girlfriend?”

“look man, she wanted it. not my fault your girl likes to dish it out.”

riki feels your body stiffen against him at the disgusting words the other man retorts. all of a sudden he can’t see anything but red.

“i swear to god, jisung. i’m gonna-“

“don’t! c- can we just go, ki?” you beg, voice tight and uncomfortable in the man’s presence now as your arm squeezes around riki’s, not in the mood to watch your boyfriend get into a fight.

riki looks down at you and all the blinded rage in his eyes vanishes, softening at your wide stare and how you desperately press your body into his. riki’s blood is still boiling, but you come first. so with one final death stare, riki leads you down the hallway and away from park jisung.

after that, riki puts a cap on your alcohol consumption for the night. not that you’re interested in having more anyway. your sweet boyfriend is now permanently snuggled up, back hugging you and kissing your cheeks and whispering reassurances. overall just making sure you bounce back after that little scene with jisung.

and you do, because it’s riki. and you don’t really give a fuck about anyone else’s opinion but his.

the rest of the party is spent dancing and by riki’s side until he finally walks you to his car to go home.

“ah, shit.” riki mumbles, patting the pockets of his pants. “hold on, i forgot my keys. you stay here, okay? if anything happens just scream.”

you laugh at his overdramatic worrying, leaning against the locked passenger door of riki’s car and watching him jog back inside the big house. you stand there for a while, eventually growing bored after glancing down at your phone and seeing that ten minutes have passed.

you start counting all the people walking out of jake’s big house, the crowd of exiting bodies dwindling down until only a couple wander out with more and more gaps of time in between. you’re about to call riki or go back inside to find him yourself when he finally comes out, unlocking the car door for you with the click of his key fob.

“sorry, baby. jake and heeseung had to help me look. someone kicked them under the damn couch. are you cold?”

you shake your head, smiling at your boyfriend’s sweet consideration as you let him help you into the passenger seat, even though he doesn’t even need to.

the drive to your house isn’t long, the fun of the night coming to an end when riki walks you to your front door.

“see you later, cutie.” riki smiles, tucking a stray hair from your wig behind your ear. you pout and emit a childish whine, wrapping your arms around him like he’s a big teddy bear at a toy store and your parents just said you can’t have him.

“why don’t you just stay over? my roommate is gone for the weekend.” you beg.

riki only chuckles, clearly enjoying your clinginess but evidently not budging. “you’re the one who said you wanted to study all day tomorrow for that upcoming exam.”

“i change my mind!” you argue, stretching the last word particularly long for unneeded emphasis. your boyfriend just shakes his head, a smirk on his lips as he presses a quick peck to yours.

“no. now be a good girl and go to bed, okay?”

he gives you a small love tap on your butt, then starts walking to his car.

“night, night, baby!” he calls, hopping in the driver's seat and shutting the door right after.

“meanie…” you whisper to yourself despairingly.

shutting the front door behind you, you kick off your white sneakers (which you also decorated with a few fake blood splatters) at the entryway haphazardly. throughout the night your cheap party city wig has become more itchy, and as you walk from the front door to the kitchen, you can’t wait to take it off anymore.

you sigh in relief as you plop the wad of blonde hair onto the counter and release your ponytail, thinking of what you could make as a late night snack before going to bed when your phone suddenly rings.

as you expected, when you look at the caller id it says ‘boyfie 🐥💕’, aka riki.

he’s probably calling to tell you that you left something in his car again. (you always leave something in his car.)

“did i forget something agai-“

“hello, y/n.”

the rumble of riki’s voice is deeper than usual, the initial shock making the hair on your arms stand on end before you huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes.

“not funny, ki. that actually scared me.”

“oh, you’re scared?”

your brows quirk in confused amusement, finding the oddly sinister yet playfulness of your boyfriends tone peculiar. “what do you want, babe? regretting not accepting my invite to stay the night?”

“not quite. i wanna play a game, baby.”

you hum with a smile, walking around the kitchen and pulling out a bag of popcorn from the cabinet. “okayyy? what kind of game?”

“a question game. for every one you get right i’ll go a little easier on you. but if you get too many wrong, i’ll punish you.”

“oooh, kinky.” the microwave dings, signaling your finished popcorn as you giggle at this strange turn of events. ripping the bag open, you pop a few buttery kernels into your mouth.

“okay, first one’s easy. what’s my favorite scary movie?”

“scream. that’s too simple, rik. ask something harder.”

“fine. did you like being a whore in front of everyone?”

your eyes widen, hurt pulling at your heartstrings as riki says the words so callously, a bite in his tone that you don’t like. “i don’t think that’s funny, riki.”

“answer the question.”

pausing, you blink your eyes in shock at how dismissive your boyfriend is being towards your feelings right now. sure, he gets jealous decently often. but it usually just leads to hot sex, not an argument. which is where this conversation is heading if he doesn’t back down. “i’m not a whore, riki.”

“aw. wrong answer, baby. that’s strike one. question two, what’s ghostface’s signature move before he kills his victims?”

“…riki, this is getting creepy. and you’ve pissed me off! do you seriously think i was being a whore tonight?”

“ah, ah, y/n. i’m the one who asks the questions. now answer before i lose my patience!”

you flinch when he raises his voice at you, swallowing down your popcorn with difficulty as your throat suddenly feels too dry. the air around you turns cold, riki’s angry voice something you’ve never heard before. well, at least not directed at you.

“he- um…he calls them.”

“correct! okay, last one, babygirl. it’s a toughy, alright? gotta try real hard to use that dumb little brain of yours.”

your body is hit with a small wave of heat, a contrast to the chilly air as riki’s belittling words start to turn you on despite your upset or how his mood seems to flip so easily.

“who’s the ghostface killer?”

he asks the question oddly soft, but the heart stopping sincerity in which he says it fills you with genuine fear, your thoughts scattered as he waits for your answer.

what is he trying to get at, why is he all of a sudden being so scary? riki can play some annoying pranks sometimes, but this is getting to be beyond messed up.

with hands that are starting to shake from nervous anticipation, you abandon your bag of popcorn on the counter, sitting up straight from where you previously leaned as you ponder your answer.

“that’s a trick question. there were multiple ghostface killers in the movies.”

“…i’m not talking about the movies.” riki rumbles, a tinge of excitement mixed through his otherwise gruff tone.

your front door suddenly flies open, your body flinching so hard that the phone drops out of your hand.

three masked figures invade your house, cornering you into the kitchen. each is wearing a ghostface mask and all black clothes.

but the tallest one, the man standing in the middle…it’s riki.

you know it has to be because of the cropped hoodie he’s still wearing, which leads you to believe the other two men must be heeseung and jake, as they were the only others at the party in ghostface costumes.

“riki, this isn’t funny! can you stop now?”

you hear all the men chuckle lightly at your desperate voice, high pitched and cracked as you’re not sure whether to be scared or incredibly annoyed. despite how they all wear masks (black, almost melted looking holes for eyes) you can still feel how all of them stare right at you. it sends a chill up your spine and an unexpected flutter in your stomach.

“you- you guys got me, okay? cut it out now.”

“don’t be cute, y/n. you’re gonna pay for what you did.”

before you can even utter out a confused ‘what?’, riki lunges forward and picks you up in his arms, leading heeseung and jake to follow him without a single word as he walks into the hallway. your heartbeat picks up when you realize he’s taking you to the bedroom, only deepening your confusion.

your body lands with a small bounce when riki drops you against the mattress, sitting up on his knees to look down on you while jake and heeseung stand on either side of the bed. no lights are turned on, but you can still see thanks to the soft glow of a streetlight shining through your blinds. still, the boys look even more ominous in the dim lighting, and if you hadn’t known it was riki who picked you up and threw you on the bed, you may not have been able to tell the difference between any of them.

you’re surprised at how your body starts to tingle with arousal, the darkly clothed figures in ghostface masks peering above you menacingly, making you feel small as you lay hopelessly against the sheets. your legs unconsciously try to close, but riki stops you with two firm hands gripping your thighs.

“oh, now you want to be a good girl and shut your legs?” he scoffs. “it's too late now, slut. you flaunted your pretty little ass all around that party and now you got three hard cocks wanting to fuck it.”

you can’t help but squirm at the degradation, feeling the heat of the other men’s stare between your legs as your panties are exposed thanks to your mini skirt. “i’m- im sorry, riki-“

“shut up. keep your legs spread.”

your cheeks rush with blood as you do what he says, letting your thighs fall open a little wider. all three of the masked men respond in groans as they see the growing wet spot on your panties, causing your pussy to cling to the material. you feel yourself clench from the deep sounds and attention, getting hornier by the second. and somehow the tinge of fear still residing in you only amplifies it.

“fucking dirty girl…” riki mumbles beneath his breath, long fingers moving to rub your clit through the fabric. “knew you liked being a little whore.”

“i want inside her.” a voice growls behind one of the masks, and you realize that with the plastic acting as a muffler, you can’t even recognize heeseung or jake by their voices.

“put your dick inside her and i’ll cut it off.” riki snarls, turning to look at them with a look you’re sure could kill if it weren’t hidden. suddenly he’s pulling you by the thighs, pushing you flush against his crotch while your legs hang off either side of his hips. you whimper when riki’s large hands start fondling your tits roughly through your sweater, the pressure of his bulge resting against your pussy with how he’s slightly bent down to touch you. riki pinches at your hardened little nipples between his fingers and a pathetic sound escapes your throat, arching your back to push your chest further up into his hands.

“fuck,” a soft exhale comes from one ghostface, and you look over at the both of them with an expression that’s only getting needier with every touch and stare.

“she loves her tits being played with.” riki remarks smugly, hands never relenting their commanding touches.

“let us see them, bro.” the other says, sounding impatient and a little frustrated.

riki doesn’t give a verbal response, instead he grabs at the front of your sweater in fistfuls and rips it down the middle, the sound of string stretching and snapping open making the men’s ears perk in interest. your boyfriend forcefully pulls the sleeves off your arms, leaving your bare breasts exposed for all their hungry eyes to devour.

“shit…” someone shudders again, walking forward to squeeze at one, flicking your nipple and pulling a choked moan from you as your legs twitch a little tighter around riki’s hips. “look at those titties.”

“i am.” a deeper voice utters, coming to the other’s side to closely watch how riki plays with you.

“mm, please.” you squeak, eyes shutting in desperation as you crave more touches, more attention. anything.

there’s an exchange of glances you don’t see, a single nod from riki, and then a hand is being pressed over your eyes.

“wha- what-“

“just lay still, baby.” a voice coos, and realization strikes through you as you recognize who it is, the muffling of plastic no longer present.

it’s jake. and you’re pretty sure you hear him get on his knees by the side of the bed before plump lips wrap around your nipple. you gasp, hands lifting slightly off the bed before riki pushes them back down, grasping your wrists tightly.

“ung- ki!” you whine, panting slightly as you’re overwhelmed with the knowledge that another man, your boyfriend’s best friend, is sucking at your tits right now. meanwhile riki and heeseung are just standing there watching.

“just be a good girl and take it.” riki orders darkly. “be a good little whore and let jakey play with your tits.”

your hips give an uncontrollable buck when jake starts flicking his tongue over your nipple, transitioning between firm licks and little nibbles to the aching bud. the pleasure is only heightened with how riki blocks your vision, feeling his prominent boner against your damply covered cunt. riki laughs cruelly at how you start to hump against his dick, looking so pathetic and slutty as his best friend defiles you while heeseung unzips his pants to pull his cock out and jerk off to the scene.

jake leans over to play with your neglected breast when a shiver wracks through your whole body and riki immediately orders him to stop. you whine at the sudden lack of touching, hearing movement before your eyes are uncovered. you look around the room. despite already knowing their appearance, seeing them all standing around you with their faces hidden causes arousal to ripple through you and your pussy to clench around nothing.

“riki, please. want- want more.”

“you want what, y/n?” riki asks, almost sounding bored. but his fully hard cock and tensed muscles suggest otherwise.

“you. want you to fuck me. please?”

riki finally reaches up and fully removes his mask, tossing it behind him to fall on the floor. a devilish smirk is on his face, eyes malicious as he slowly leans closer to you. your skin tingles in anticipation while your heart speeds up with anxiousness, riki finally outstretching his hand to take your chin between his fingers.

“you want my cock?”

“yes, yes, riki, please!” you beg, feeling hope spark in your chest as your boyfriend speaks to you with a gentle tone and a soft smile on his lips. but that hope dims when riki pulls away from you, getting up from the bed and taking a few steps back.

“do whatever you want to her, hyungs. just remember you don’t get to fuck her.”

your heart drops, eyes growing wide as you can hardly believe what you’ve just heard coming out of riki’s mouth. you shake your head defiantly as the ghostface’s come closer, hands reaching out for you as your insides flip in your stomach.

“n- no, ki. want you!”

“you’ll get me after you be a good little girl and let me slut you out to my hyungs.”

you pout like a brat, making sure riki sees it as you can make direct eye contact with him now. riki just flashes you a smug smirk, sitting down on a chair that’s facing the front of the bed, man spreading his legs. your eyes follow with complete attention at his big, veiny hand moving down to unbutton his pants and unzip his fly. right at that moment is when one ghostface touches your pussy over your panties roughly, making you moan startledly as they give a soft pinch to your clit.

“oh, and you’re not allowed to cum, baby.”

before you can even whine out a complaint, one man is hastily tugging the rest of your clothes off while another removes his own.

“get her on all fours. wanna fuck her mouth.” the one removing his clothes says in a breathless yet low tone, clearly turned on at the opportunity to use riki’s slutty little girlfriend for his own pleasure, like you’re a toy that’s been loaned to them.

“who said you get to go first?” the other ghostface argues, easily grabbing you in their large palms and flipping you over onto your stomach like you weigh nothing. you bite your lip to suppress another whoreish moan as he squeezes at your hips and lifts them up, you arching your back and presenting your ass to him like you think he wants. you’re rewarded with a groan from the man and a slap to your ass that has you giggling and swaying your hips to taunt.

“god, she really is a slut.” he remarks.

you open your mouth to say something probably as equally dirty back, but the other ghostface who’s pulled his hard cock out shoves himself into your already spread lips, causing you to sputter and your whole body to flinch at the unexpected intrusion.

“oh, sh- shit. she takes it so good.” he remarks with a shudder as he’s pushed his cock all the way to the back of your throat, holding you by the hair and keeping you still for a moment as you do your best not to struggle.

“yeah, jake hyung. because she has to take me down her throat all the time, and i’m way bigger than you.” riki remarks with a cocky tone, yet you don’t miss the small groan he lets out at the end of his sentence, and your pussy clenches imagining him jacking off to how slutty you must look right now, how helpless and used. especially when jake starts bobbing your head back and forth over his dick at a fast pace.

your moans and choking resound in the room, filthy enough to make your cheeks burn with embarrassment. but you’re so wet, you can literally feel it dripping against your inner thighs. heeseung notices your glistening entrance, how you clench every time jake pushes extra deep down your throat or when riki lets out a low groan, his hand starting to move faster up and down his cock. unknown to you, the oldest takes off his mask and looks to your boyfriend with eyes asking for permission. riki nods in understanding.

without wasting another second, heeseung is getting on his knees on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed where your hips are.

you gasp when heeseung’s lips meet your pussy, causing you to choke around jake’s pulsing cock, giving him no choice but to pull out to let you breathe. a thick string of saliva attaches your slobbery lips to the shining, red tip of his dick.

as you cough and take gulps of air you’re finally able to get a look around. jake is the only one with his mask still on, but for some reason it only makes him more sexy. his chest is heaving up and down while his veiny cock bobs in your face, hands tugging slightly at your hair like he’s too pent up to even notice. all while he looks down on you with that ghostface mask that makes you feel small and taken advantage of.

turning your head to look behind you, you catch glimpses of heeseung’s blissed out face as he eats you out like you’re his last meal. his eyes are closed, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, probably from all the heat that collected behind his mask previously. one hand squishes the meat of your hip, and you can tell by the movement of his opposite arm that he must be touching himself to your taste.

heeseung letting out a deep moan, hot breath fanning against your clit, confirms your thought to be correct.

“mmm- riki!” you call, unable to see him at your arched back position. especially not with how jake is pulling your face towards his cock again.

“be a good cockslut and make them cum first, y/n. you’ll have me after that. trust me, babygirl.”

jake stuffs your mouth with his cock again, quick to fall into that fast pace again as his balls smack against your chin. your patterned moans and whimpers turn into a sudden cry when you feel heeseung’s thick fingers pressing inside you.

“fuck, this pussy’s so fucking needy…she’s sucking me right in.” he says lowly, sounding genuinely astounded by how your little cunt pulses open and closed around his knuckles, begging for more. “she really needs it…i really wanna give it to her.”

“hyung, i fucking swear!” you hear riki growl.

there’s a tense moment, you can’t see it but you can feel it. a wordless discussion happening between heeseung and your boyfriend. all while jake simply doesn’t give a fuck. he’s panting under his breath, close to cumming, and you’re moaning around him like a whore, swallowing all of his pre cum and savoring the dirty, wrong taste it leaves on your tongue.

your squeezed shut eyes are all at once wide open when you feel a cock, heeseung cock, rutting up against your pussy.

you make a noise to convey your confusion, though pleasure is definitely mixed in with it as heeseung’s fat tip catches on your hole.

you feel like you’ve been given a reward when riki finally gets up from the chair to sit on the bed by your side. you look up at him with watery eyes as you put on a show, hollowing your cheeks and sucking the absolute soul out of jake as his eyes roll to the back of his head with an ‘oh, fuck!’. riki scoffs as he watches you, but his smirk is clearly fond.

“dirty girl.” he whispers, wiping some drool leaking down your chin. “think you’re blowing jakey’s brains out.”

the man whimpers at the mention of his name, hips stuttering. heeseung’s fingers press into your hips so deeply you’re sure you’ll have bruises, and you feel so edged with how your cunt is begging to take him inside, how he ruts against your clit every now and then. they’re both so close, while you feel so good yet teased. you can feel it, how everything they do is for their own pleasure and not you.

treating you like you’re just riki’s whore they get to fuck.

“that’s it, baby. be a nice little fuckdoll for us, huh?”

riki’s throaty voice shakes as he starts jerking off his own cock again, rough and fast as he watches his hyung’s ruin you. he didn’t expect to like watching so much, but the way you’re just taking it so good, all while arching your back like a dog in heat, tits bouncing from the force the men use on you. all while whining for him the entire time. it’s too much, and riki feels himself getting close.

“she’s so fucking wet, dude. holy shit.”

“i’m- i’m about to bust in her mouth.” jake stutters.

you reach your hand up to touch his balls, and that does it for him.

you moan out in filthy satisfaction as jake pumps a huge load right down your throat, your eyes squeezing shut as you struggle to swallow it all. you absolutely milk him in the process, jake muttering about what a good, filthy little slut you are under his breath.

“fuck. show me, baby.” riki orders, grabbing you by the chin and turning you to face him.

you’re dazed despite not getting to cum yet, but you eventually figure out what he wants when his hand clenches around your jaw.

you open up your mouth and stick your tongue out, jake’s milky white cum still sticking against your tastebuds.

“used up little whore, aren’t you?”

you whine, shaking your head as much as his grip allows.

“no. haven- haven’t even been fucked yet. please, ki? please stretch me out on your cock?”

riki’s eyes flare with pent up desire, with the need to fuck you absolutely stupid on his big dick.

he practically shoves heeseung off of you, just when he was about to cum all over your greedy little hole.

“hey, what the fuck, man!”

“shut up. you two can cum all over her body as much as you want while i fuck this tight little pussy.”

riki takes the rest of his clothes off in a blink, while jake’s mask finally is ripped off and drops to the floor. your boyfriend flips you over onto your back, spreading your legs open to slot his body between. his two best friends move to sit by your head, heeseung of course still hard as a rock and fucking into his fist like a crazy man. jake is shuddering with sensitivity, but he can’t help but want to cum all over your pretty body, to paint you in white.

“you sure you want it, baby? seems like you’re pretty happy with heeseung and jake just using you.” riki taunts, slapping the engorged tip of his dick against your clit, making you whimper and flinch needily with every tap.

“yes! want you to fuck me like your little whore. p- please, riki!”

your boyfriend shoving inside of you all at once has you screaming out, pussy clenching around his veiny shaft like it doesn’t know what to do. it burns, but it feels so good. riki’s hips show no mercy as the sound of your skin slapping together fills the room. tears spill from your eyes as his long cock fucks up into your g-spot with every thrust.

you hear groans above you, looking up to see heeseung and jake jacking off over your face, heeseung clearly aiming for your face while jake’s pointed at your tits. you release a high pitched whine, truly fucked absolutely stupid by riki’s cock at this point as you stick your tongue out, licking at their shaft, tip, balls, whatever you can reach.

“nasty fucking bitch. just can’t get enough dick can you? not even when you're full of it.” heeseung sneers meanly, and it only makes your pussy clench tighter.

“oh, fuck. she liked that.” riki growls, one hand moving to pinch and pull at your nipples while the other rubs at your clit. “keep talkin’ to her like that.”

“want our cum, baby? want us to bust all over your pretty little face and titties?” jake asks, and you nod immediately, all needy and desperate without any shame.

“wan’ it all. please, please give it to me. want all of your cum.”

“shit, i’m cumming. f- fuck.” riki grits out.

all at once you’re being stuffed and covered in cum, your back arching off the bed as riki’s warm milk is pumped deep inside you, hips never stopping as it’s fucked properly inside your pussy. you open up your mouth to catch anything you can as jake and heeseung shoot white all over your face and tits.

“good whore. cum for me now, baby. let it go.”

you’re pretty sure you wake the neighbors with how loudly you descend into your climax, ears ringing as your vision goes black. all you can feel is hot cum dripping off your body and riki’s huge dick fucking your slutty little pussy through it, his load gushing out from your spent hole.

you’re trembling when you finally feel like your soul has reconnected with your body again, heaving breaths wracking your chest.

riki slowly pulls out, thumb stretching your hole to watch his cum ooze out, until you whine in embarrassment, trying to make your weak legs close and preserve your non-existent dignity.

it’s like your boyfriend’s back to his usual self, cradling your body to help you under the covers, spooning you from behind to make you feel warm and safe. your eyes are heavy, riki watches as you struggle to keep them from fluttering shut.

riki sweetly kisses you on the cheek and whispers to you. “go ahead and go to sleep, cutie. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

“is she asleep?” heeseung asks after a completely silent minute of riki’s fingers combing through your hair, looking down at your peaceful expression like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“yeah…” riki answers softly, eyes all warm.

but when he looks up to his hyung’s, they shift to a hardness the men are more familiar with.

“i’ll come over tomorrow and help you two get rid of the body.”

“couldn’t you have been less messy, bro? there’s ‘park jisung’ all over my fucking walls.” jake complains with a casual eye roll, like they’re arguing over who pays for lunch or who gets to pick the next movie the trio will watch together.

“please. i’m not the only one who gets a little over zealous.” riki retorts darkly, referring to how just last week he was picking up guts from a kill that wasn’t even his, jake calling him over after he got a little too excited to try something new with his knife and making a huge mess to clean up instead.

“look, just get out and let me cuddle with my girlfriend, okay? i’ll be over tomorrow after i have breakfast with y/n.”

“simp.” heeseung smirks after he and jake pick up their masks and fix their clothes, the two giggling when riki grabs an unused pillow and chucks it at them with an annoyed sort of smile.

“shut up. i’m a romantic.”

“no.” jake argues. “you just watch too many movies.”

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treat you better

the one where you see riki as a younger brother figure, brushing off his genuine feelings for you as a childish crush and ignoring his attempts to show you the man he is now. and riki’s sick of it. if you won’t listen, he’ll show you.

★ pair: riki x fem reader

★ genre: smut, fluff, slight angst, roommates au, friends to lovers

★ includes: ‘unrequited’ to requited love, lovesick!riki, protective!riki, older reader (2 years), riki calls reader noona, sexual tension, dom!riki, petnames (baby, good girl), size kink, tummy bulge, making out, fingering, protected sex

★ featuring: enhypen jake

★ words: 4k

˖ ࣪ . ࿐request: Riki x older reader (1-2years) where she sees him as a baby but he proves her wrong ˖ ࣪ . ♡

“i’m not. i’m not doing it again, hyung. she keeps doing this to herself by continuing to go out with these douchebags.”

“please,” jake rolls his eyes, though there’s only a fond nature in the movement. “the second she says your name you come running.”

riki sighs, knowing that his older friend is right as he rolls onto his back, laying sprawled out on his bed while jake is perched against the headboard, sat right beside him as he observes the younger with amused yet tender eyes.

the conversation at hand is in reference to the date you’re currently on, your presence absent in the apartment you share with riki.

although jake isn’t a roommate, he’s one of riki’s best friends and has thus become a close friend of yours too. so he comes over a decent amount, sometimes even dropping in unannounced, but at this point his unannounced presence isn’t unexpected. this time jake was invited to come over though, the text abrupt, riki asking if he could come over ‘right now’. the older had a feeling it was one of those hangouts, where riki rants about the latest fling you’re having, which usually ends with you in tears or a hurt look in your eyes that drives riki crazy with concern over you and frustration. because he knows if you just gave him a chance, he’d treat you better.

jake was confirmed right the second he walked in the door. riki looked as though he’d been pacing around the floor of the living room right up until his hyung arrived, stopping his movements to look up at jake before descending into a rant about how he met your date right before the two of you left for a night out and that he ‘can just tell’ that he’s a piece of shit.

“he was staring at her ass every time she turned around.” the younger recalled with a strong expression of disgust.

“and? you do that too, rik.” jake argued, soft giggles turning to laughter when the boy glared at him with very clear annoyance, but the pink in his cheeks at jake’s blatant call out took away from the intimidating look in his eyes.

“whatever. it’s different when i do it.”

“why?” jake asked, tone teasing but also genuinely curious.

“because, hyung! i’m…i’m in love with her. i don’t just wanna be in her pants.”

“you’re right…” riki says now, bringing jake’s thoughts back to the present as he looks down at the younger, jet black hair fanning against the sheets as he stares up at the lazy spinning of his bedroom fan blades.

riki’s eyes are drooped with sadness, the kind that makes you feel helpless and broken. jake’s heart feels like it’s being twisted in his chest when he sees that look in the boys eyes.

leaning over, he puts a simple hand to grip tenderly yet firm on the younger’s shoulder, causing the other to turn his head and look at jake.

“i’m just so sick of it, hyung. of seeing her go out with other people…and not with me.”

jake doesn’t really know what to say, so he just sits in the silence with riki, hoping his presence is enough of a comfort.

jake goes home a little after that, riki not feeling like talking anymore as his mood has kinda dropped.

he still lays on his bed, thinking of when you met.

he was goofy and not as tall as he is now. and he still does have a childish side, doesn’t everybody? but he knows he’s grown more as a person. as a man. he’s lived a lot of life since then, changed from the boy you’d met before. but it’s like you refuse to see it.

the second you met riki it was like you were instant best friends. but the difference was riki was head over heels for you (and very obviously so) while you saw him as an adorable younger brother of sorts.

you weren’t stupid, you could tell riki had a crush on you. but where you got ignorant is as you grew older, riki’s feelings morphing into mature, genuine love for you. and you still saw him as that goofy little kid.

no matter what riki has tried to do, that’s all you seem to see when you look at him.

even when he shows up from the gym, muscles rippling and on full display in a loose fitting tank top; or when he holds you in his much larger frame as you cry into his chest after yet another man has hurt your feelings; and, when he listens to your annoyed rants about your job or whatever it may be, giving you solid advice that you’ve even said yourself is very good and helpful.

it’s not like riki has harassed you. he hasn’t even ever told you that he has feelings for you blatantly. not like he did when he was younger. but he still thinks his emotions are very clear; in how he comforts you, never getting sick of your presence even when you live with each other, how he responds to your texts or calls or even the call of his name right away, as jake said; he’s caught himself staring at you with a look in his eyes that even the most oblivious of people could identify as deep, romantic love. and he knows you’ve caught him too, based on the wideness your eyes took before you’d look away with the bite of your lip.

and riki’s heart sorta breaks every time. intentional or not, he feels the ache of rejection every time you ignore or don’t notice one of his ‘advances’.

riki feels as though he can’t do this anymore, but at the same time, he’s not even close to feeling like he can stop loving you.

as riki’s eyes continue to stare up at the smooth white surface of his ceiling, he decides that it’s time to change his approach.

he’ll be more direct next time.

if you don’t understand his actions, he’ll explain them to you in words.

it’s 8 o’clock when you walk through the front door, shedding off your coat and setting down your purse. it’s sort of early to be coming home from an evening date, but the guy was a jerk, making sexual innuendos and flirty moves right from the beginning. that combined with how he seemed to have no interest in hearing or letting you talk turned you right off.

you walk into the kitchen and open a cabinet to get a glass for some water. you hear the soft steps of riki entering the space behind you just after you finish taking a sip.

“hey, ki.” you mumble, casual and a little tired sounding as you turn to face him.

your breath is immediately stolen away when you see him.

he’s always been tall and attractive, but sometimes you have a harder time trying to ignore those facts than others. he’s wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, exposing the hard muscles of his arms. his usual silver earrings are in his ears, unstyled hair somehow looking perfect as they frame his face and piercing eyes.

you can’t help but feel like there’s something different about the look he’s giving you right now. his stare is always sharp, at least to you. often times you catch yourself trying not to squirm under it. but tonight it’s even more so, and you have to resist the shiver that tries to ripple against your spine as you watch his eyes rake down your body, suddenly overly aware of the low cut shirt your wearing, which displays your breasts that are even more noticeable thanks to the push up bra you wear underneath.

“noona,” riki says in greeeting. but the low, grumbled quality his voice often takes makes it sound…hot.

you bite your lip, trying not to think about the adjective your brain just used to describe him as riki’s eyes zero in on your bottom lip between your teeth.

“you’re home earlier than i expected.”

“yeah, well. he was…a jerk. i was ready to come home by the time we sat down at the table of the restaurant.”

you watch the familiar visual of riki’s body tensing, shoulders squaring to look even broader as his brows furrow intimidatingly. “did he do anything to you? do you want me to-“

“no, no, riki. it’s fine, baby.” you try to soothe, recognizing the clear display of riki’s overprotective nature towards you right away. you know he was about to ask if he should go fight the guy, it’s something he threatens every now and then.

honestly, sometimes he looks so angry that you wonder if he just might would. occasionally jake has had to get involved, taking riki to his room to talk him down.

you see something flare in riki’s eyes when you finish your sentence, but it’s gone before you can decipher it.

“okay…” riki whispers softly, staring at you just as gently.

your skin prickles with goosebumps at the tension that has suddenly become thick in the air, your breath barely hitching as riki steps closer.

he raises both hands to hold your face, one thumb brushing over your cheek. you try not to think about how big his hands are against you.

“you’re okay?”

you’re only able to answer with a ‘mhm’, slightly nodding your head as you bite your lip nervously again, looking up into his eyes.

riki’s eyes snap from yours to the movement of your mouth, brows pinching just a little in concentration.

his thumb moves to pull at your bottom lip slowly, releasing it from the confines of your teeth.

“stop doing that.” he whispers lowly, breath ghosting over your lips at his close proximity that only seems to be getting smaller.

“…why?” you dare to ask, feeling like you’re about to suffocate from the thickness of the air and drown in the depth of riki’s dark eyes.

“cus’…it makes me want to kiss you.”

your chest starts to rise and fall more rapidly, heart feeling like it’s about to beat out of your chest.

“can i kiss you, noona?”

you don’t know why you feel even weaker to riki’s charms today. a part of your mind screams at you that you can’t, that he’s one of the most important people in your life and this will mess it up, that it’s wrong for you to feel this way for him. it’s the same voice that has been holding you back for so long, been shaming you and pushing down your other feelings. how you really feel.

but something is different tonight. it has to be, because the next thing you know you’re saying yes.

riki doesn’t hesitate, eager yet gentle as he presses his mouth against yours. his lips are just as plush as they look, and immediately when they come in contact with yours, you’re addicted to his kiss.

it ends way too soon, riki pulling away from the elongated peck after just a moment, leaving you wanting more.

“noona?” he asks breathlessly, and when you tear your eyes from his lips to his face, you see his expression of disbelief and excitement that he’s trying very hard to keep control of.

you whine, putting your hands on his chest and gathering his tank into your fists as you attempt to lean up on your tiptoes to keep kissing him. but he’s too tall and remains standing completely upright, causing you to pout.

riki bites down his smirk, a deep chuckle brewing up his throat as he tries to focus on what he wants to say and not how adorable you look.

“noona, if we kiss again…i don’t think i’ll be able to stop.”

he pins you down with a serious stare, and surprisingly, it doesn’t scare you. his words or the weight of what he’s implying.

“is that…okay?”

“yes.” you answer immediately, the other voices in your mind finally shutting up completely. because something about this just feels right.

it feels like it’s what you’ve really wanted all this time.

“are- are you sure, noona?”

riki’s pretty surprised at your answer, standing almost stunned as you keep trying to pull him down to kiss you again. but he doesn’t budge, kinda staring into nothing while his eyes are slightly widened.

“riki! please kiss me?”

your cute, desperate voice begging, all just for a kiss, finally breaks him out of thought, wrapping his arms around your waist to press his lips to yours again.

he goes deeper this time, molding his mouth around yours as the sweet little sounds of kissing fill the kitchen. his large hand spreading across your smaller back, pressing you gentle but firmly against him has you failing to suppress a small moan, riki giggling in response.

“getting worked up over a few kisses, noona?”

“n- no.” you reply, trying not to sound flustered. slight annoyance fueled by embarrassment burns in your stomach as you see how riki smirks down at you, like he doesn’t believe you at all. and the playful, childish side of you wants to wipe the look right off his face.

“a few little pecks aren’t enough to turn me on, baby.”

oh, that did it.

his jaw clenches as his lips press into a straight line.

and then his mouth is on yours again, but they move with new fervor, with a ravenous passion as he bites your bottom lip just barely too hard, forcing a gasp from you that gives him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. you fail again to conceal a small sound as you shudder around his tongue, riki exploring your mouth and claiming your lips with skill you honestly didn’t expect him to have.

one hand raises to hold your jaw firmly, making your knees weak with the display of dominance that you’re shocked to find yourself loving when it’s done by him. your whole body tingles, nipples hardening as you start to get more and more turned on with every lick and wet kiss riki gives you.

then he’s suddenly lifting you up, setting you back down on the counter before placing himself between your legs.

“was that enough?” he breathes, nose brushing against yours as he keeps his face so closely to you, staring into your eyes.

“h- huh?”

your dazed state only boosts his growing ego, his lopsided grin growing as one hand moves from gripping your waist to slithering down to your thigh, exposed thanks to your jean shorts.

“was that enough to turn you on?”

your nose crinkles, stubborn pride not letting you admit it.

“no.” you deny, riki finding your childishness adorable and extremely ironic.

“aw, noona. i think you’re lying.” he coos, hand moving higher up your leg, slow and teasing as the feather light touch of his fingers reach the inside of your thigh. “i’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl and tell me the truth.”

you hum a disapproving sound that means ‘no’, even as your cheeks heat up with your blatant lie.

“no?” he asks somewhat mockingly, like he would to a puppy or baby. “so if i put my hand in your little panties i’m not gonna feel your wet pussy?”

you shudder, unable to do anything but stare at riki while you process the dirty words that just came out of his mouth.

at your silence, riki continues, smiling almost innocently while he unbuttons and pulls down your jean shorts.

“well, let’s see, hm?”

everything about you is so cute and sexy, from your beautiful legs and skin, to your pink little panties that are already adorned with a wet spot. but riki pretends like he doesn’t see, for the sake of him dipping his fingers inside those cute little panties, touch curious as he feels your pussy without actually being able to see it. something about that makes riki’s dick throb, even more so as he pulls his hand out to hold it in front of you, stretching apart his fingers to make it obvious how your juices cling to them, connected in webs.

he huffs an amused sound at your embarrassed face, literally squirming at the dirty visual of your juices clinging to his fingers.

“not bad for a baby, huh noona?”

he punctuates his statement by bringing his fingers inside his mouth, making a show of sucking them off while not breaking eye contact.

your legs clench, or at least they try. you’re unable to when riki is between them.

you shake your head while hiding your face, looking down and leaning against riki’s chest. your hands pull him closer by the shirt again, asking for something. and riki can tell.

“what is it, y/n?” he asks fondly, loving this new side of you that’s so shy and small beneath him.

“wan’ you.” you admit, mumbling into his chest.

“yeah, baby? want me where?”

you find the resolve to grab one of his hands, bringing it back down to between your legs.

“oh? want my fingers inside you?

“nooo,” you whine, lifting your face to give him the best puppy eyes you can manage. “want…you know.”

riki slowly prods a thick finger inside your entrance as you struggle to speak, letting your pussy get used to the intrusion before moving them in and out of you.

“gonna have to be more specific, noona baby.”

your breath trembles, words caught in your throat as riki’s big finger stretches out your walls. just one, and it feels so good, making you wonder how big his cock must be, and how you’ll be able to manage to take it.

“your- your c-cock, kiki. please?” you beg, riki choosing to push a second finger inside of your little pussy just as you’re finishing your sentence, groaning when he feels how tightly you clench around him.

“fuck, baby. but you’re so little. think you can take it?”

your pussy makes wet sounds as his fingers pump in and out of you at a fast pace, your hands moving to grip and squeeze into the muscles of his biceps as you either in pleasure before him.

“ki- please, yes! can- can take it. oh- fuck!” your thighs tremble as you feel a sudden high fast approaching, riki watching attentively at how your beautiful body shakes before him, practically falling apart just from his fingers.

he pushes in a third and the way you cry in pleasure almost feels deliciously cruel, but he had to. you need to take three if you want his cock to fit inside you.

“kiki, please! m’ m’ gonna cum!”

“cum, baby. want my sweet little noona to cum all over my fingers.”

your body reacts to his words immediately before you can even register them, slick gushing around his hand as he fucks you through your high. he doesn’t pull away until your whining for his dick again, completely unashamed now as your desperation has only grown, almost fucked dumb when you’ve only had his fingers.

“hold on, noona” riki soothes, stripping off all his clothes before helping your shaking body out of yours.

your eyes roam all over his entire body, trying to take in all the details of his muscled yet slim figure. he’s so gorgeous he almost doesn’t look real.

“you’re beautiful, noona.” riki utters genuinely, looking as though he’s doing the same as you, trying to commit all the duos and curves of your body to his memory. “you look like a dream.”

“please just get inside of me, riki.” you ask, hiding your face in your hands.

riki giggles and presses a pick to your lips, picking you up into your arms and causing you to squeak in surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“not in here. princess deserves a bed.” he says as he carries you to his bedroom, placing you down against the sheets.

“what if i wanted to fuck in the kitchen?” you joke, watching as he grabs a condom out of his drawer and slips it on before positioning himself above you, making you feel even smaller.

“then i’ll fuck you in the kitchen, baby. just not this time.”

your heart flutters at the words ‘not this time’, implying there will be a next time.

which you aren’t really surprised yet, you know you’re not the only one who’s had feelings, though riki hasn’t been surprising them as much as you had. your heart swells at the realization and hope that you maybe didn’t mess everything up, that maybe this is only the beginning.

“you ready, noona?” riki asks, holding his long, pretty dick in his pale hands.

“yeah, riki. please put it in.”

he slides in slowly, stopping halfway when he sees how your eyes squeeze shut.

“you okay, baby? does it hurt?”

he starts to pull out, protectiveness prevailing even as his dick is being wrapped around the warmth of your pussy. but your legs clamping around his hips stops him from pulling out.

“don’t stop, please, please, please. feels so good, ki.”

riki shudders, continuing to slowly push until the entirety of him is inside, groaning when he reaches the hilt.

“fuck, baby. look at- oh my god, look at you.”

his hand brushes over your stomach and you look down, seeing how your tummy has a small bump from his big cock reaching the depths of inside you.

“riki, please fuck me.” you beg, not being able to stand it any longer.

riki can’t either, the sound of your high pitched voice that sounds near falling apart driving him to lose all grip of himself. his hips snap harshly against you, making you cry out as he starts pounding your pussy into the sheets.

you feel and look like a literal fantasy, almost too good to be true. your hair is messy and your eyes are glossy, switching between staring at him and closing them in pleasure that he’s giving you. no one else, just him. your breasts bounce with each thrust, and your small hands grabble at the sheets and his own body, trying to ground yourself.

riki helps you by taking your hands and lacing his fingers between yours, placing them above your head as his thrusts slow down but become deeper.

your moans are constant, shaking your head side to side as you feel that feeling rear its head again.

“close, ki.”

“i know, baby. me too. just need a little more, noona. can you wait? wanna come together.”

“mhm.” you nod your head sweetly, riki pressing a kiss to your forehead as he mumbles an affectionate ‘good girl’.

“riki?” you pant as the boy’s kissing and sucking hickeys against your collarbones, hands still holding yours possessively.

“yeah, baby?”

“i-…i love you.”

you feel his dick twitch inside you, riki moaning lonely as he presses his face into your neck, his hands squeezing yours tighter.

“i love you too, noona. holy fuck. i love you so much.” his movements stutter as he breathes through his teeth, leaning up and out of your neck.

“m’ ready, noona. you ready, baby?”

“yes, yes, yes,” you chant quietly under your breath, the pressure in your abdomen building more and more.

“fuck, cum for me, noona. m’ cumming.”

you finally let go at his trembling words, crying out as riki growls, wet noises resounding with each thrust he makes into your gushing pussy.

riki’s mumbling little ‘i love you’s as you struggle to even catch your breath, remaining inside of you even after you’ve both finished.

you remove your hands from his to wrap your arms around his neck, prompting riki to snuggle into your shoulder as he presses another kiss there.

“do you really love me, noona?” he whispers, voice hopeful and dreamy.

“yeah, ki. i really, really love you. i’m so sorry it took my so long to admit it.”

“s’ okay.” he promises, squeezing your body closer to him, letting himself be clingy.

“i would have waited a lifetime for you.”

note: if you liked it please tell me! 🖤 and dang, this ended up way longer than expected 0-0.

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