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hands in my hair ft. shen ricky [suggestive]

&team nicho drabble [smut]

but obviously, he couldn’t just walk up to you and… start talking. he didn’t know you well enough, he didn’t know what he would say and you may not be satisfied with your first impression of him. and then he may never see you again, which just wouldn’t do. he had no future plans of letting go of you. no future plans of letting you out of his sight.

sometimes he thought of doing something semi-normal like ‘bumping into you’ at the store, or something a little less normal like just showing up at your favourite spot or but that was all too cliche, you’d most definitely catch him out. and besides, he was playing the long game.

the same way you kept appearing in his life that fateful day he was lucky enough to discover you, he was going to do the same. and just like him with you, the more you saw him, the more obsessed you would become. by his clever logic.

from staring longingly at you through your living room’s window, yunho gathered some information that lit a lightbulb above his head of dark hair.

you were ordering food. how the hell could he tell from his seat in the nosebleeds? because, typically, each time you would start pacing around the room, staring down at your phone and biting your nails; food was at your door a half hour later. like clockwork.

he knew he had a good amount of time, but after taking notice of this, yunho took immediate action. as quietly as possible, he crawled out from behind the little bush he was crouched behind and making sure to stay low, he walked around to the front of your house.

for about 15 minutes, he walked around your street, making sure not to pass your house too many times while staying within a moderately close vicinity. when his eyes locked onto a motorcycle approaching in the direction of your house, he stopped in his tracks and turned to immediately start walking towards it.

yunho approached your doordasher before he could even reach the steps to your door.

“oh, that’s for 4275, right?” he pointed at the bag of food the guy was holding.

the dasher looked down to check his phone. “uh, yeah.”

yunho smiled, kindly. “i’ll just take that in, thank you.”

the man before him frowned. “and who are you?”

“excuse me?” he fought for his smile not to falter. it was no longer reaching his eyes.

“i can’t just give the food to some guy, you have be the one to open the door and take the food.”

yunho scowled. “what kind of rule is that? give me the food.”

“brah, no. you want me to be fired?” the doordasher clutched onto your popeyes tighter, waiting for yunho to stand down so he could walk around him and deliver your food.

unbeknownst to him, both his fists were clutched tightly against his thighs and his face was now nowhere near as kind as it was a few minutes ago. yunho took a deep breath. he wasn’t about to let some stranger get between you and him. this wasn’t an obstacle, it was a redirection.

originally, yunho had planned to tell you that your doordasher delivered food to the wrong house. but what if you asked which number he lived at? what if he lied to you and you already knew of someone else living there? new plan.

“okay, i’m sorry. go ahead.”

yunho let the man walk past him, barely making it up the first step before he clasped one big hand over your dashers mouth and pinching the other over his nose. he held the man close to him, taking advantage of him not being knocked out just yet to move him back to his bike while he could still support himself.

the efforts this man made to fight yunho off had seemingly no effect. the strength of sheer determination held his hands in place until the body slowly went limp in his arms.

“now, why would you make me do that?” yunho tutted in a frown at the now unconscious body leant over the motorbike. he yanked the ‘DoorDash’ cap off the strangers head, putting it on his own and picking the bag of food up off the steps, walking towards your door.

at the shrill sound of your doorbell ringing through the house, you excitedly made your way to the front door to get your food.

when you pushed the door open, yunho felt as though he was seeing you for the first time. in the past few months he had known of your existence, he hadn’t seen you this close up since the two of you were on that subway. for half a second, yunho flicked his eyes down your body, he was committing you to memory. taking note of how your pajama shorts hugged your curves and how your baby hairs peeked out of your bonnet.

your voice was chipper, “hi, thank you!”

all he did was hand you the food with a smile. and his smile was so genuine, this wasn’t just customer service. the sight of you and your joy lit him up. and so did the light of your front room until you shut the door in his face and he was left to deal with the half dead body that you definitely would have seen, had you opened your door any wider.

a deep sigh pulled at yunho’s already heavy shoulders. that interaction was over way too fast for his liking. he made his way down the stairs to the motorcycle that was about to collapse right in front of his eyes before he caught it and propped it back up. unfortunately, he was too late to catch the body that rolled off the side.

digging round in the cooler attached to the back, yunho grabbed some poor customer’s sprite and took a big sip before peeling off the lid and throwing it into the face of your doordasher, along with the ‘DoorDash’ hat, startling him awake.

“holy shit, are you okay!” yunho’s features contorted with concern as he watched the man find his footing. “you just ate shit falling down those stairs..”

the man winced, pushing the cap off his face and tending to his own head with his hand. “what the fuck happened?”

“i was just walking past but i’m pretty sure you tripped up.”

“goddamn… that’s so fucking embarrassing.”

yunho helped the man off the ground and back onto his bike, assuring him that it was safe for him to keep driving. after the dasher was gone, he turned back to look at the front of your house with a half smile at his achievements.

today was the first of many appearances he would make in your life. he was going to make sure you couldn’t think about anything but him.

just when you started to become self aware and got the urge to hang up, that’s when he picks up. n he’s like,

“you need something?” voice all deep with tiredness and he sounds nonchalant asf. even though he’s in his own bed just cheesing. he knows what you need.

you don’t even plan to return his energy, you just give him what you think he wants. putting him on speaker before tossing it onto the spare pillow beside you; “i need you..”

“yeah?” obviously, you can’t see him but he’s raising one brow at you regardless, he wants to get more out of you. because yeah he does want exactly this. who wouldn’t..

“yeah. i wish you were here with me. i feel like it’s been forever.”

“i know, cause you didn’t wanna have me around. right?” mingi’s flirty in his tone but there’s also a tiny little bit of emotion in his voice. like his voice is slightly condescending in the hottest way, but that’s him rejecting the fact that it bothers him.

“that’s not true.” it is. the way you felt about him was unsettling, so you kept him at arms length. the idea of being vulnerable with someone made your skin crawl, so you partially cut him off. not non-contact but more like rare-contact.

“hm, okay.”

“i want you here with me, mimi.” your voice was quiet and whiny, “touching me, kissing me...”

shifting in place, he just hums in response. like he’s trying so hard not to give in and you can kinda tell so you take it as a competition. just like you take the progression of your “relationship” as a competition; why you won’t let him get close enough to win you over. whatever the fuck yal got going on.

“i’m thinking about you.”

“that why you’re up so late? you can’t sleep because of me?” he was projecting. cause really it was him who couldn’t sleep over you. every time you avoid him like this, he starts having some kind of horny withdrawal symptoms. the kind that make him too hard to to sleep. “are you touching yourself?”

you weren’t but you could for him. you knew he could get you there. “nope.”

“touch that pretty pussy for me.”

you can hear quiet rustling from his side of the call as he put his phone to rest on his naked chest and pushes his boxers down with one hand, grabbing his dick with the other. “mmh, i’m touching for you too, baby.. fuck.”

he moans at the contact with his on hand making you shiver, “tell me what you want from me, princess. remind me, what do you like?”

he wants substance from you; to feel truly wanted. when he was desperate and horny enough, he could get off to the sound of just your soft voice, but right now he needed effort from you. it was the least you could do for him at this point.

“i like when you hold me,” slowly, you start rubbing two fingers over your aching clit, “the way you hold my neck when you kiss me.”

“mhm.”

your eyelids threaten to flutter closed at the memories of the last time he put it on you. holding you like he was about to lose you and kissing every inch of your skin. “i l-like how your tongue feels on me…”

he eggs you on with his voice all raspy, like; “fuck… keep going, mama.” “tell me what you want.” and you’re reminded of one of his outstanding qualities,

“shit, i like how you talk to me.” — ^he was pretty vocal.

“oh, you do?” he knew good and damn well. one thing about this man. he knew his cocky attitude could get him far with you. no matter how hard you try to ghost him. “come on baby, what else?”

you hated how down you were for him. “yeah.. like how you make me feel full.”

“awh, you miss that, huh?” his patronising tone combined with the hushed slick sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft getting louder makes your thighs involuntarily come together. “hm, my dick sliding into that wet pussy? or my fingers, my tongue?”

you fought for your eyes not to roll back. “yes, baby— wanna cum for you so bad.”

his breathing becomes shallow and his voice starts to get a little pitchier too, indicating to you that he’s close. “keep rubbing that clit for me, i wanna hear you cum.”

and in your powerful imagination, he’s balls deep inside you, he has you in the mating press and he’s looking down at you in pure bliss. brows tilted upwards, skin dewy with sweat and lips parted by his low moans.

“i’m— mingi, i’m gonna cum…”

“fuck, yeah, give it to me. give me that cum, princess.”

and he makes sure he cums at the same time as you, he always does. he always tried to match it up because if you weren’t done, neither was he and he would push on for you. and if you were done? so was he, and it was time to move on to slightly awkward pillowtalk.

and it wasn’t even awkward for him. never that. but something in your subconscious did not let you be comfortable with him.

“you came for me, didn’t you, baby?”

“uhm, yeah.” oookay. back to square one.

hearing the uncertainty in your voice makes him frown. “you okay?”

“uh huh.” post nut clarity be kicking your ass. you just turn over on your side, tapping your nails on the phone screen by force of habit and waiting for the conversation to naturally come to an end.

a deep sigh leaves him, “ok. ok, well that’s good.” he’s silently begging you to say something to drag it out a little more. you could say literally anything at this point.

“yeah, you tired my ass out,” you laugh nervously and he’s just like fuck, cause he knows why you just said that, “think i’m gonna go to bed.” it was over as quick as it started.

“ah, okay. good night, y/n.” he feels, honestly kinda played, because you’ve gone flat on him now, and you’re gonna be flat for the next however many days until you start needing him again. whether that’s to fuck you again or just hang out for some other bullshit reason. and he hates it about himself, but he’ll be there picking up your late night call fast as fuck, he never even lets his shit ring for that long.

and he chalks it up to him being easy (poor guy). he’s like ‘i should have just gotten off by myself’ ‘i should find a new fling.’ but it’s not just about sex, it’s about you; he likes you. he likes you and you like him, but you’re scared and he’s oblivious. match made in heaven, methinks.

“i said i don’t care. you’re a man, you can do what you want.”

so you did care.

“so.. so— ok.”

“because, why would i be mad?”

“well, she was all over me, but whatever?” nicholas leant his body up against the larger counter of the sink.

you glared at him. “what, so, you want me to be mad?”

“no.” nicholas shrugged.

“fine.” you replied matter-of-factly, “i care then!”

“don’t be like that.”

“look, i care. i’m mad now.”

“y/n.” nico sighed, crossing his arms. “don’t be like that. if you don’t care, that’s fine. now i don’t either.”

you scoffed at him. “god, you’re a brat.”

“how am i a fucking brat, i’m just doing what you’re doing. do you think you’re a brat?”

“no.”

“then neither am i.”

“you’re just acting bratty, nicholas. and now you’re mad.”

nicholas let out an exasperated sigh. “no, i’m not mad.”

“you are.”

“you want me to be?”

your mouth dropped open slightly. “shut up.”

“what?”

“no, shut up, seriously. you’re annoying me.”

nicholas huffed out a breath of air. “i didn’t even do anything.”

“you’re being annoying, just shut up. get out of my bathroom and go play your game or some shit.”

⋆

“do you care now? hm, you care now?”

nicholas’ left hand was splayed out at the centre of your back while he used his right hand to bring your ass back into his hips.

“nicky..” you cried out as his dick slid in and out of you again and again.

“yeah, you care when i’m balls deep inside you. ‘cause i’m the only thing that’s on your mind when you’re like this. your heads empty when you’re full of me.”

“f-fuck off…” you whined out. he couldn’t have picked a worse time to revive your little argument from earlier. you thought fucking would relieve the tension, not make you relive it.

“you care that a girl was touching my arm and.. talking to me like that.” nicholas’ grip on your hip tightened, pulling you closer to him. “you don’t wanna tell me but you’re possessive, i know you are.”

“i’m really not.” you sighed. “you think too highly of yourself.”

“y/n…”

“god, what do you want, nicholas.”

nicholas’ voice seemed a slightly higher octave than it was just a second ago. “just tell me okay?”

“tell you what?”

“j-just tell me— fuck, tell me something… tell me you’re mad at me, tell me you hated seeing it.” nicholas let out a pathetic moan, watching your ass bounce back on him. “tell me you’re jealous…”

“get over yourself.” you barely managed to get the statement out before your walls started to twitch around him.

“i- hmh. i know, i know how you feel. just need to hear it. you care who touches your man, don’t you?“

“fuck, yes, ok? i fucking care!” you fisted the bedsheets around you for stability as your orgasm washed over you. nicholas began to whimper above you, thrusting into you shallow as his followed suit.

“mmh, fuck. i fucking knew it.”

nicholas leant over and pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade before slowly pulling out of you.

“you’re such a freak.” you reached around in the dimly lit room to find his discarded hoodie on the floor and pulled it over your head. looking over at nicholas’ heaving chest next to you on the bed, you rolled your eyes and he just smiled lazily.

“you like that about me. you told me.”

“whatever.” you pulled the blanket over the two of you and dropped your head onto his naked chest.

“so you did care? when that girl was touching my arm and stuff.”

“i mean i— yeah, why wouldn’t i. but why’d you have to fight with me like that? if you knew?”

“my love language is words of affirmation.” he shrugged from beneath you, “i like to be sure.”

“you like to get on my fuckin nerves.”

“ah, that too.”

propped up by your hands, you turned your head away from the television screen and to the left so that you were looking directly at his face. the blue light from the tv highlighted your big brown eyes and the peaks of your face. your forehead, your nose and your lips.

“it’s so late, though.” ricky’s hand reached to caress your face, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip in the process. you could see it in his eyes, he was trying to fabricate some bullshit reason. “i saw you getting tired.”

“what are you talking about..?” you laughed at him. it may have been the latter half of 11pm, but you were nowhere near tired yet.

“i saw you yawn. it was in the middle of the movie too, so you’ve been fighting sleep this whole time.”

you swiped his hand off your face, silently congratulating yourself for not folding. “no i haven’t. and you just tried to lull me to sleep.” you raised an accusatory finger at him. “rubbing all on my face and shit, you’re not slick.”

he wanted to laugh so bad. “that was just me showing affection.”

“right. okay fine. i believe you.” ricky’s eyes darted off to the side and you jolted up. you knew you were right. you were always right. “i knew it! i just saw that little side-eye, don’t try and charm me now.”

“no i— you misunderstood my body language.”

“help me understand.”

“i couldn’t hold eye contact with you.”

you squinted at him. “uh. why..?”

ricky’s voice was soft. “you make me nervous, baby.”

damn him.. you couldn’t help but giggle nervously. “man, shut up.”

“i’m serious. you’re so pretty.”

don’t fold, don’t fold. “is this how you get out of all your problems?”

“no…” he looked off to the side again and you scoffed.

“you’re unbelievable. you’re not even real.”

“want me to pinch you?” smart ass.

“i want you to get out my face.”

the speed of your response shocked both ricky and yourself. after that, you were left staring at each other, blankly, emotionless. and you had serious faith in yourself for this unspoken staring contest until ricky drew his irises in towards the bridge of his nose, making himself cross-eyed.

you dropped your head to his chest in laughter. what a cheater.

“hah. i win.”

“i hate you, for real.”

“you don’t. you like me.” ricky practically sang this little claim to you.

you pursed your lips in denial and you didn’t miss how his eyes lingered on them before looking back up into yours. “do i?”

ricky leaned his face closer to yours. “uh huh. more than you’re letting on, i’d say.”

you pretended to be surprised. “woah. get a load of this smart guy.”

“i know, right. i deserve a kiss?”

your brows came together in feigned confusion. “what for, exactly?”

“for uh..,” ricky leaned in and pushed his lips against yours with a soft kiss, “my incredible think piece.” he cupped your face in his hands and pecked your lips again.

“you didn’t even explain yourself properly.”

“i couldn’t wait.” ricky pressed his lips back to yours. putting up no fight, he let you take the lead and parted his lips slightly to let your tongue into his mouth. your fingers pushed into his red hair, tugging slightly which pulled a whine out of the back of his throat. “ugh, fuck, i like that.”

“like what?” you scratched at his scalp and his eyes threatened to cross again.

ricky’s voice was low and breathy, “when you pull my hair like that? i like that.” unable to bare the lack of contact, he swiftly attached his lips to your neck, still mumbling against your skin. “i like your hands in my hair.”

“you do?” absentmindedly, you started playing with some of the lose strands red hair on his head. “why didn’t i guess that?”

“i don’t know,” ricky grazed his teeth along the skin on your neck before sucking it into his mouth, making you keen. “cause, you’ve seen how i get.”

you pushed some of his hair back that was getting in the way of his mouth on you, “remind me, baby.”

as you continued playing with ricky’s hair, he continued mouthing at your neck, “like, when you fix or ruffle my hair and i kind of shy away? it’s because i get so horny for you…” he was breathless. “my mind just… wanders, yknow?”

“mhm..” you were so far gone, you didn’t even know what you were responding to. pulling away from sucking bruises onto your neck, ricky leant down press a kiss to your parted lips.

“i can’t be normal around you. it’s honestly embarrassing.”

“that’s why you wanna send me home, huh?” you tilted your head at him, chest still heaving from being kissed breathless by him.

he had honestly totally forgotten about you going home after… all that. but ricky was nothing if not a man of his word. you told him about your 10 date rule to avoid getting played and he took that shit seriously. ricky wanted you to know that he truly liked you, even if you swore you knew that already.

“yup, that’s why.” he patted at one of your thighs, signalling for you to move your legs off of his so you could both get up. “i’m trying to be courteous; i can’t just take you on this couch.”

you scoffed at his ‘chivalry’. “right.”

“when the time is right, i’ll make love to you.”

you hummed. “i’ll hold you to that.”