𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 . . hb!hoon───5𝗁𝗎𝗇 ✿ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 kisses wtv idgaf ' ❤︎ platonic but hes also insanely in love with you DIE DIE ( 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 ) ♱ 𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽 . 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾
HOMEBOY! HOON
hb!hoon who legit doesn't give a gaf about any other girl than you. he's literally the embodiment of 'i hate everyone but you', but you're too oblivious to realise.
absolutely hates it when you call him 'bro' or 'dude'. like who the hell is 'brotato' and why do u keep calling him that. the only nicknames he accepts are 'hoonie' or 'hoon', maybe 'sunghoonie' if you're feeling adventurous.
pretends he's really lowkey─says he doesn't fw hugs or casual touches, but when you pull away he literally brings your arm and links it with his.
HOMEBOY! HOON
only he can make fun of you. so you can imagine the pure rage he goes through when someone else calls you 'unemployed'.
you gave up on trying to set him up. he always dismisses them saying he's past dating or if he really wants to test his luck, he'd simply say "they're not you."
and he genuinely hates all your boyfriends you've had. they're so 'snobby' he'd comment every time you let him met them.
he'd rather you spend time with him than going out on a stupid date with other girls.
HOMEBOY! HOON
he literally has like three contacts that really matter, his mom, you, and his monthly phone bill that pops up every now and then.
he's not dry to you, he'd never. sunghoon's has perfect amount of words to make you feel like you can be yourself.
ouhhh he'd literally go to war if someone interrupted you. okay, maybe not a physical fight because you hate those, but like you can imagine how mad he'd be if there was visible steam coming out his ears.
but he'd get so soft around it's genuinely disgusting. his eyes genuinely change when he looks at you and you'd think you literally saved orphaned kids from a fire with the way he looks at you like you're a saint.
girl wrap it up, why is he not confessing already. you wondered to yourself when a friend of yours pointed how so insanely in love he was with you.
HOMEBOY! HOON
you asked him one night while his head was on your lap──"why won't you date anyone?" and then he genuinely nerfs you with the "i'm waiting for the right woman."
okay sherlock we know you're talking about your best friend.
so then one thing led to another and boom you guys confessed. he doesn't kiss you right away, he's a gentleman like that.
he takes you out on a date first, many actually. he always drops you off home and waits for his goodnight kiss on the cheek.
then sunghoon musters up the courage from up his ass and then kisses you. it was everything you imagined and you didn't want to be anything more than his very first girlfriend when he popped the question.
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ex-bf riki x riki-hater gf. riki stops at literally nothing to get his ball back
!! - smau, crack, suggestive, fem reader, profanity, exes to lovers, riki is a model but also does bookclub (?), enemies to lovers if u squint, riki needs new pants, reader loves that block button.
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authors note: i enjoy loser riki a lot. ok thanks enjoy #yolo
༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻ what better than to take care of your needy bf ?
pairing: sub!jake x dom!femreader
genre: smut (18+) , established relationship
word count: 1.7k
! warnings : sub!jake 69 use of a vibrator blindfolded tied up crying edging overstimulation oral(f reveiving) nicknames: yunie jakey
═══════ ♪ 'blue-ball queen, take your fuckin' seat, baby' - loft music (the weeknd)
You unlocked the front door.
And as soon as you knew it, Jake’s lips were on you.
“[Name]” he whines into the kiss, pulling apart and looking at you with his lovesick eyes, “Missed you so bad, thought about you all day.”
You then nipped on his neck, hands roaming under his shirt. He was sweaty from dance practice, slightly out of breath. You love that though, makes him whine into your heated makeout sessions.
“Did you baby?” he nods as he swallows as you play with the drawstrings of his sweatpants, staring up right into his eyes. He was already hard, of course.
“So much..” and you knew it, when his words came out more choked. When his breathing became unstable. He never lost control, always waiting for you to make the first move, and you loved that.
Today it was amplified, as if his whole body was submitting to you, not holding back, just waiting for you to do something about his ‘problem’. Maybe it was because he had no strength at all after the ruthless practice hours.
And you put his needy state to advantage. It was addicting.
Your knees rubbing against the hardness between his legs as he was planted under you on the bed. You glance at the glistening sweat on his adams apple as it bobbed , he looked hot this way, nervous for how much you were teasing him.
He buried his face in the curve of your shoulder as you kissed his neck, biting softly.
“Ah-”
“Just.. need you. Please.”
You chuckled, the low and sultry, made his heart stammer. Your fingers threaded through his sweaty hair, nails soothing his scalp. “I know, Yunie. I’ve got you.”
He let out a groan at the ‘Yunie’. He absolutely loved that nickname. He grinded against your knees, seeking the touch that you were so cruelly holding back.
“Mm, so needy already?” you spread his legs further with your knees, hands roaming under his shirt once again, grazing his hardened peaks.
He was. So sensitive there.
He inhaled sharply through his teeth, and exhaled with a curse. The sound music to your ears, you slid his shirt right off, he complied.
Then your mouth was on his nipples immediately, hands messily fumbling with his sweatpants. He immediately lifted his hips with a whine to slide them off, just till the midst of his thighs.
Boxers now visible. Hardness on display.
You rubbed his boner through his boxers, earning a soft gasp.
“Yunie~ wanna try something new on you baby.”
He looked up at you, eyes widening with lust and a tinge of apprehension.
"New?" he breathed, his voice was a shaky whisper.
"What... what is it?"
-
Compliance.
The silk was soft against his wrists, the knots unyielding. A matching strip of fabric covered his eyes, his world was absolute darkness. Every sound was amplified, the emotion of fear magnified by a thousand. The thrill of not knowing what was going to happen next.
The rustle of the sheets, your soft breathing, it made the frantic hammering of his own heart worsen. He was already tied, laid out on the bed, naked and vulnerable.
The tease was just crazy. His fingers clutched the sheets with desperation as he thrust up into nothingness. One moment you were there, and then you weren't. He heard the soft click of the bedside drawer, his heart dropped, knowingly.
In excitement? He wasn’t sure at this point.
This was completely new. And he couldn’t decide if he exactly hated or loved it. But would it really matter as long as you made him feel good? Truth was, he’s already deep into it, so down bad that he’d let you slap him for pleasure.
"[Name]?" he breathed out in a question, your name a desperate plea.
You answered by lowering yourself onto his face.
The first touch of your heat against his mouth caught him off guard. Your hands on his chest as you balanced yourself.
He moaned into your pussy, making you groan at the vibration. Then he immediately set to work, his tongue delving into you with need. The fact that he couldn’t see anything, couldn’t even touch you how he wanted to, made it so much better. He just had one purpose, to please you.
But being tied up, no line of sight, wasn’t the best for him. Yeah, he truly couldn’t see anything that you were about to do to him.
So you turned it on. A low, powerful buzz started directly against the head of his cock.
His entire body seized. A muffled scream tore from his throat as the intense pleasure shot through him as he jerked. You hadn’t touched his dick from the beginning till now, so the first ‘touch’ being the intense vibrations of the vibrator he always used on you, ruined him.
It made his tongue delve into your pussy, and you let out a soft gasp as you ran the toy up and down the shaft of his cock that now leaked pre-cum nonstop.
“Mmph–!”
You just hummed, deep satisfaction going through you as you dragged the toy to slowly circle the toy around his sensitive tip "You like it, Yunie? Like me playing with your dick while you eat me out?"
He simply moaned in response. Slightly high pitched, and you loved that.
His tall nose bridge brushed against your clit once in a while, you groaned every time it did. And it made him go crazy.
The pleasure that was pushing him towards the edge with terrifying speed, made it hard to focus on eating you out. Despite that, you grinding on his nose only made him choke out a few whimpers. Every single nerve ending of his was on fire.
And as your legs trembled around his chest, so did his. The pressure coiling in his gut was unbearable. He was going to explode. He needed it so badly.
He whimpered, a high and desperate sound, trying to signal his impending release. You lifted off for a bit.
He gasped, immediately whining your name. Sharp.
But no, you weren’t going to give him that pleasure, you lowered yourself again. He didn’t see it coming, obviously. He took in stuttering gasps as his tongue focused on flicking your clit.
You were sure his face was a drooling, wet mess by now.
Then you slowly turned your head around while still keeping the vibrator on his flush cock. His fingers shaking in the restraints, tears running down, masked by the blindfold.
A beautiful mess for you.
At the edge of him nearing orgasm, you switched the vibrator off, and slowly lifted your hips.
The sudden lack of stimulation was a physical blow. He cried out in frustration, his hips bucking into empty air. His cock was throbbing and aching, beads of pre-cum dripping onto his stomach.
It was simply torture, he fucking haaated it.
"What's wrong, Jakey?" you cooed, your voice dripping with false sympathy. "Did you need something?"
He glared up into the darkness of the blindfold, head falling backwards. His vision was hazy with unshed tears of desperation. "[Name].. please.."
"Please what?" you asked, grinding down slightly against his mouth.
"Let me..Just let me come..," he begged, his voice cracking. You giggled, it was cute to him, but also evil at the situation. You brought the toy back down, this time on a higher setting.
The highest, actually.
It was crazy, you knew it, he used it on you before.
His entire body was shaking, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He was making sounds he'd never made before, broken whimpers and crazy moans that were muffled by your pussy.
And just as he was settling into the pain, you brought the toy down to his balls. It wasn’t too bad, until he felt your hand instead. Now you stroked him, fast and teasing.
You spit on his aching cock, then went faster. You felt your own release nearing.
You were riding his face in earnest now, chasing your own release.
"Right there… fuck, Yunie, f..faster"
Your moan sent a fresh wave of arousal through him. He was so hard it hurt, his balls drawn up tight. Your hand, your moans, how sweet you tasted, it all brought him to the edge.
"Please, baby, please.. please– please..” he babbled against your skin, his mind completely gone.
You lowered down completely on his face now, your body tensing as your orgasm crashed through you. He felt you clench and flutter against his tongue, and heard you cry out his name.
The hottest thing he had ever experienced actually. Better than when you’re under him.
And as you came, you pressed the vibrator hard against his frenulum and held it there.
The orgasm ripped out of him. It wasn't gentle—at all.
It was violent. He screamed against your core, his back bowing so sharply he thought he might even break at this point. His cock pulsed, spurt after spurt of hot cum painting his thighs, and your face. It went on and on, drawn out by the relentless buzzing of the toy. It felt like he was being turned inside out.
And you kept it on him, pretty boy could handle some overstimulation.
"Please," he whimpered, trying to squirm away. "Too much..Can't–"
You hips were now off his face and on his chest, pressing it down with your weight. The warmth of your wetness holding him down and the torture on his cock made his tears fall furthur.
“Fuck fuck fuck.. gonna cum–”
Then you took it off, earning a choked sob.
And when the chased pleasure was dying down. You put it back on.
Then off again.
Then on.
And off again, of course. You just liked hearing his sobs, his emotions, his whines. You had never seen him break apart in front of you like this. Or well, behind you. But regardless, it was addicting.
“Gonna cum for me again mm?” you didn’t even need to look back to know he was nodding frantically. The harsh breathing gave it away.
Then he came. Hard.
“One more time Yunie~”
“Fuck-–”
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long awaited sub yunie, i'm trying to finish all members before i work on the rest of the hee reqs !
AND- i just got a yaoi request too? i'm definitely writing it though because it genuinely caught me off guard like god i've never heard of that ship but sure (riize anton x hee??)
༺𓆩༒︎𓆪༻ what better than to take care of your needy bf ?
pairing: sub!jake x dom!femreader
genre: smut (18+) , established relationship
word count: 1.7k
! warnings : sub!jake 69 use of a vibrator blindfolded tied up crying edging overstimulation oral(f reveiving) nicknames: yunie jakey
═══════ ♪ 'blue-ball queen, take your fuckin' seat, baby' - loft music (the weeknd)
You unlocked the front door.
And as soon as you knew it, Jake’s lips were on you.
“[Name]” he whines into the kiss, pulling apart and looking at you with his lovesick eyes, “Missed you so bad, thought about you all day.”
You then nipped on his neck, hands roaming under his shirt. He was sweaty from dance practice, slightly out of breath. You love that though, makes him whine into your heated makeout sessions.
“Did you baby?” he nods as he swallows as you play with the drawstrings of his sweatpants, staring up right into his eyes. He was already hard, of course.
“So much..” and you knew it, when his words came out more choked. When his breathing became unstable. He never lost control, always waiting for you to make the first move, and you loved that.
Today it was amplified, as if his whole body was submitting to you, not holding back, just waiting for you to do something about his ‘problem’. Maybe it was because he had no strength at all after the ruthless practice hours.
And you put his needy state to advantage. It was addicting.
Your knees rubbing against the hardness between his legs as he was planted under you on the bed. You glance at the glistening sweat on his adams apple as it bobbed , he looked hot this way, nervous for how much you were teasing him.
He buried his face in the curve of your shoulder as you kissed his neck, biting softly.
“Ah-”
“Just.. need you. Please.”
You chuckled, the low and sultry, made his heart stammer. Your fingers threaded through his sweaty hair, nails soothing his scalp. “I know, Yunie. I’ve got you.”
He let out a groan at the ‘Yunie’. He absolutely loved that nickname. He grinded against your knees, seeking the touch that you were so cruelly holding back.
“Mm, so needy already?” you spread his legs further with your knees, hands roaming under his shirt once again, grazing his hardened peaks.
He was. So sensitive there.
He inhaled sharply through his teeth, and exhaled with a curse. The sound music to your ears, you slid his shirt right off, he complied.
Then your mouth was on his nipples immediately, hands messily fumbling with his sweatpants. He immediately lifted his hips with a whine to slide them off, just till the midst of his thighs.
Boxers now visible. Hardness on display.
You rubbed his boner through his boxers, earning a soft gasp.
“Yunie~ wanna try something new on you baby.”
He looked up at you, eyes widening with lust and a tinge of apprehension.
"New?" he breathed, his voice was a shaky whisper.
"What... what is it?"
-
Compliance.
The silk was soft against his wrists, the knots unyielding. A matching strip of fabric covered his eyes, his world was absolute darkness. Every sound was amplified, the emotion of fear magnified by a thousand. The thrill of not knowing what was going to happen next.
The rustle of the sheets, your soft breathing, it made the frantic hammering of his own heart worsen. He was already tied, laid out on the bed, naked and vulnerable.
The tease was just crazy. His fingers clutched the sheets with desperation as he thrust up into nothingness. One moment you were there, and then you weren't. He heard the soft click of the bedside drawer, his heart dropped, knowingly.
In excitement? He wasn’t sure at this point.
This was completely new. And he couldn’t decide if he exactly hated or loved it. But would it really matter as long as you made him feel good? Truth was, he’s already deep into it, so down bad that he’d let you slap him for pleasure.
"[Name]?" he breathed out in a question, your name a desperate plea.
You answered by lowering yourself onto his face.
The first touch of your heat against his mouth caught him off guard. Your hands on his chest as you balanced yourself.
He moaned into your pussy, making you groan at the vibration. Then he immediately set to work, his tongue delving into you with need. The fact that he couldn’t see anything, couldn’t even touch you how he wanted to, made it so much better. He just had one purpose, to please you.
But being tied up, no line of sight, wasn’t the best for him. Yeah, he truly couldn’t see anything that you were about to do to him.
So you turned it on. A low, powerful buzz started directly against the head of his cock.
His entire body seized. A muffled scream tore from his throat as the intense pleasure shot through him as he jerked. You hadn’t touched his dick from the beginning till now, so the first ‘touch’ being the intense vibrations of the vibrator he always used on you, ruined him.
It made his tongue delve into your pussy, and you let out a soft gasp as you ran the toy up and down the shaft of his cock that now leaked pre-cum nonstop.
“Mmph–!”
You just hummed, deep satisfaction going through you as you dragged the toy to slowly circle the toy around his sensitive tip "You like it, Yunie? Like me playing with your dick while you eat me out?"
He simply moaned in response. Slightly high pitched, and you loved that.
His tall nose bridge brushed against your clit once in a while, you groaned every time it did. And it made him go crazy.
The pleasure that was pushing him towards the edge with terrifying speed, made it hard to focus on eating you out. Despite that, you grinding on his nose only made him choke out a few whimpers. Every single nerve ending of his was on fire.
And as your legs trembled around his chest, so did his. The pressure coiling in his gut was unbearable. He was going to explode. He needed it so badly.
He whimpered, a high and desperate sound, trying to signal his impending release. You lifted off for a bit.
He gasped, immediately whining your name. Sharp.
But no, you weren’t going to give him that pleasure, you lowered yourself again. He didn’t see it coming, obviously. He took in stuttering gasps as his tongue focused on flicking your clit.
You were sure his face was a drooling, wet mess by now.
Then you slowly turned your head around while still keeping the vibrator on his flush cock. His fingers shaking in the restraints, tears running down, masked by the blindfold.
A beautiful mess for you.
At the edge of him nearing orgasm, you switched the vibrator off, and slowly lifted your hips.
The sudden lack of stimulation was a physical blow. He cried out in frustration, his hips bucking into empty air. His cock was throbbing and aching, beads of pre-cum dripping onto his stomach.
It was simply torture, he fucking haaated it.
"What's wrong, Jakey?" you cooed, your voice dripping with false sympathy. "Did you need something?"
He glared up into the darkness of the blindfold, head falling backwards. His vision was hazy with unshed tears of desperation. "[Name].. please.."
"Please what?" you asked, grinding down slightly against his mouth.
"Let me..Just let me come..," he begged, his voice cracking. You giggled, it was cute to him, but also evil at the situation. You brought the toy back down, this time on a higher setting.
The highest, actually.
It was crazy, you knew it, he used it on you before.
His entire body was shaking, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He was making sounds he'd never made before, broken whimpers and crazy moans that were muffled by your pussy.
And just as he was settling into the pain, you brought the toy down to his balls. It wasn’t too bad, until he felt your hand instead. Now you stroked him, fast and teasing.
You spit on his aching cock, then went faster. You felt your own release nearing.
You were riding his face in earnest now, chasing your own release.
"Right there… fuck, Yunie, f..faster"
Your moan sent a fresh wave of arousal through him. He was so hard it hurt, his balls drawn up tight. Your hand, your moans, how sweet you tasted, it all brought him to the edge.
"Please, baby, please.. please– please..” he babbled against your skin, his mind completely gone.
You lowered down completely on his face now, your body tensing as your orgasm crashed through you. He felt you clench and flutter against his tongue, and heard you cry out his name.
The hottest thing he had ever experienced actually. Better than when you’re under him.
And as you came, you pressed the vibrator hard against his frenulum and held it there.
The orgasm ripped out of him. It wasn't gentle—at all.
It was violent. He screamed against your core, his back bowing so sharply he thought he might even break at this point. His cock pulsed, spurt after spurt of hot cum painting his thighs, and your face. It went on and on, drawn out by the relentless buzzing of the toy. It felt like he was being turned inside out.
And you kept it on him, pretty boy could handle some overstimulation.
"Please," he whimpered, trying to squirm away. "Too much..Can't–"
You hips were now off his face and on his chest, pressing it down with your weight. The warmth of your wetness holding him down and the torture on his cock made his tears fall furthur.
“Fuck fuck fuck.. gonna cum–”
Then you took it off, earning a choked sob.
And when the chased pleasure was dying down. You put it back on.
Then off again.
Then on.
And off again, of course. You just liked hearing his sobs, his emotions, his whines. You had never seen him break apart in front of you like this. Or well, behind you. But regardless, it was addicting.
“Gonna cum for me again mm?” you didn’t even need to look back to know he was nodding frantically. The harsh breathing gave it away.
Then he came. Hard.
“One more time Yunie~”
“Fuck-–”
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long awaited sub yunie, i'm trying to finish all members before i work on the rest of the hee reqs !
AND- i just got a yaoi request too? i'm definitely writing it though because it genuinely caught me off guard like god i've never heard of that ship but sure (riize anton x hee??)
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Read literally none if it correctly at the start thought it was spider man jake and a female reader had the best suprise of my life with spiderman Heeseung and male reader
(❄️) Lonely and searching for some comfort you seek the help of someone you believed to be an ancient tale, untrue and never to have been seen before. Jack frost wasn't real, he couldn't be. So why after a desperate attempt at relief is he appearing on the foot of your bed, claiming you owe him.
丶﹐PARK SUNGHOON & f reader ࣪ ִ ﹏. 2581 ✦⠀ word count 박성훈 contains smut mdni jack frost !sunghoon ice play dom!sunghoon rituals? the reader basically summons him. fingering, oral (f. rec.) mean sunghoon. ヾ
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The air in your house felt heavy, almost oppressive, your loneliness itself had settled into the walls and was now breathing against your skin. Maybe it was the silence that did it, It was that hollow kind of quiet that comes when you’ve been alone too long. Or maybe it was the gnawing ache of unmet desire, the simple, humiliating truth that you hadn’t been touched in over six months, not since that so-called mutual breakup that had left more emptiness than peace. You flopped back onto your bed, sheets twisting around your legs as you stared up at the ceiling. Bare from the waist down, skin still flushed from another failed attempt to satisfy yourself, you let out a low groan.
Nothing helped. Not your hands, not your imagination, not the little battery-operated thing that had long since lost its charm. The air seeping through the cracked window was cold enough to raise goosebumps, but even that chill couldn’t quiet the restless pulse between your thighs. Everything felt wrong, your room, your body, the aching loneliness that rattled your entire being.
You thought back to what your friends had said last week at the bar, the story they’d told half-laughing, half-whispering, slurred and messily. It had sounded ridiculous then, a drunken myth spun for fun and shock value, but now it clung to your mind like static. They’d spoken of a being: some called him a spirit, others something darker, known only as Jack Frost. Not the jolly one from childhood stories, but a name passed around in certain circles, murmured with a shiver. A demon, they’d said. A creature of winter and want, summoned only by those desperate enough to ask. And right now, desperation was exactly what you were.
Maybe it was foolish. Maybe it was madness. But lying there in that suffocating room, skin aching for warmth that wasn’t your own, you couldn’t help but wonder, what if the stories were true? What if he was real, and what if he could give you what you’d been craving for far too long? You had to try, didn’t you? No matter how stupid the thought was, your desires were stronger and you just couldn’t help yourself.
You did the unthinkable. Four candles stood at the corners of your bed, their flickering flames casting strange shadows across the walls. The scent of wax filled the air, your pulse thrummed in your throat. You had never done anything like this before. You’ve never even thought about rituals or summoning or the supernatural, but desperation made believers out of skeptics. The loneliness had grown unbearable, thick enough to choke on, and now you found yourself kneeling in the middle of it, trembling fingers clutching a phone screen that glowed with instructions you’d found after a frantic Google search.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. You followed every step with shaky precision, arranging the candles, dimming the lights, and whispering a small, nervous prayer to whatever might be listening. Then you climbed onto the bed and sank to your knees, hands resting against your thighs, heart hammering so loud it nearly drowned your voice. You spoke the words exactly as written, your tone uncertain but laced with need. “In times of need, I call to thee — Jack Frost, a man of many desires, bound to fulfill my own.” You said it once, then another and then one more time after that. Just as Google had instructed you to do.
The words hung in the air like smoke, and then there was nothing. Silence. You waited, staring into the wavering candlelight until your eyes burned, half-expecting something—anything—to stir. But the air stayed still, no icy whisper, no answering voice. You should’ve known better than to believe such a tale.
You let out a long, frustrated sigh and flopped backward against the sheets, eyes closing. “I’ll give you anything, Jack,” you murmured, your voice cracking on the edge of exhaustion and shame. “Please… I’ll owe you.”
The air shifted. “You’ll owe me, huh?”
You jolted upright so fast the mattress creaked beneath you. Your breath hitched, eyes wide, scanning the room that suddenly felt too cold, too sharp. The voice was real. It was low, smooth, and laced with amusement. Standing at the foot of your bed was a man. Not some shadow, not a trick of the light. It was a man, tall and pale, his smirk carved with something both cruel and magnetic. Frost shimmered faintly at his fingertips, and when he spoke again, the sound of your name seemed to freeze in your throat “No fucking way…” you whispered, heart racing, hands scrambling for balance as you pushed back on your palms. “J-Jack F-Frost—”
He chuckled softly, the sound rolling through the air like a winter wind. “Well,” he said, tilting his head, “I’d prefer to be called by my real name—Sunghoon.” His eyes glinted, ice-blue and knowing. “But yes, sweetheart. You did call me, didn’t you?”
“Y–Yes,” you stammered, voice trembling, pulse fluttering so wildly it felt like it might tear through your skin. “But I thought you weren’t real—”
“I’m real.” The words slid from his lips like frost spreading across glass, smooth, deliberate, and cold enough to make you shiver. That smirk of his hadn’t faded, but there was something beneath it, it was something dangerous. You could see it in the sharp glint of his eyes, and in the way the air around him seemed to thicken with icy tension. Fear and fascination tangled deep in your stomach, twisting until you couldn’t tell which was stronger.
He began to move toward you, slow and measured, the kind of approach a predator makes when it already knows its prey won’t run. Every step he took drew the temperature lower, until your breath came out in faint clouds. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he leaned over you, close enough that your uneven breathing mingled with his. Your skin prickled where his presence brushed against it, a chill spreading down your spine as he whispered, “You owe me.”
Your head snapped up, confusion breaking through the haze of fear. “What?” you managed, your voice cracking. “I owe you?”
His smile deepened, sharp and amused. “You did say that, did you not?”
“Well, yes—but again, I thought—” He cut you off with a low, velvety chuckle that wrapped around your nerves like smoke. You could feel the cold rolling off him now, not just against your skin but sinking into you, a blizzard curling beneath your ribs.
“You promised,” he said, the word drawn out, his tone almost chiding. The way he said it made your stomach flip, your fear melting into something hotter and heavier. No matter how much Sunghoon frightened you, he also fascinated you. Every inch of him was impossibly beautiful, unreal in his perfection. It was the kind of beauty that could only belong to something not of this world. And he was real. Here. Standing before you like a dream dragged from the snow.
You thought of the candles still burning low, and of the quiet ache that had driven you to this. You had called to him, begged for release, promised anything and now he had come to collect. Who were you to back down? So you nodded. Just once. Barely enough to count. It was all the confirmation he needed.
In an instant, his hands were on you. They were cold at first, then searing where they touched. They traveled up your body with purpose, fingers tracing the shape of you like he already knew every curve, every secret. The chill of him pressed close, wrapping you in the electric pulse of winter and want, and all you could do was breathe his name like it had burned you. He was overwhelming in the best way, he overran your senses and gave you excitement for what was to come.
“I could go easy on you…” he murmured, his voice low and deliberate, a thread of danger wound through every syllable. His fingertips brushed your lips, tracing the soft curve of your jaw with a teasing gentleness that made your breath falter. “But I don’t think I want to. Is that okay?” You could only nod, once, faintly, unable to find your voice. Your pulse thundered in your throat as you looked up at him, wide-eyed and trembling, lips parted in silent invitation. His thumb slid between them, pressing against your tongue, and you closed your mouth around it instinctively, the taste of cold seeping across your tongue like snow melting on skin. His eyes darkened at the sight, his expression half-pleasure, half-possession.
He shifted closer, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the chill rolling off him. With one smooth motion, he slipped the thin strap of your tank top down your shoulder, then the other, dragging the fabric lower until it bunched at your waist. The room’s dim light flickered across your bare chest, and you felt his gaze roam over you, it was a slow, appreciative, hungry look. When his hand came up to cup your breast, his thumb leaving your lips to join it, a soft gasp escaped you, unbidden.
Sunghoon chuckled quietly, the sound low and sinful, as his fingers rolled and teased at your nipples. You arched beneath his touch, body moving of its own accord, chasing more of the sensation he gave so easily. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he purred, the promise dripping from his tongue like honey as he caught your chin and tilted your face toward his. Then, without another word, he kissed you.
It wasn’t gentle, not really. If anything it was consuming. His mouth moved against yours with a hunger that stole your breath, his tongue claiming you in a slow, commanding rhythm that left your thoughts unraveling. You clung to him, lost in the cold burn of his kiss, every movement of his mouth a spark against your skin. When his hand slid lower, trailing down the curve of your stomach to the edge of your sleep shorts, your whole body shuddered. He cupped you through the thin fabric, his fingers pressing just enough to make your breath catch. “F–fuck,” you gasped, tearing your lips from his for only a heartbeat before reaching for him again, desperate to taste him, to drown in that unbearable mix of frost and fire that only he could give you.
It was intoxicating, the feel of him, the way he loomed over you like a god carved from winter itself. Every breath you took seemed to catch against the chill he carried, every movement of his body wrapped in that otherworldly grace. “I’m going to do something fun,” he murmured, the grin on his lips both playful and dangerous. His hand lifted, a simple wave in the air and before your eyes, frost bloomed from his palm. An ice crystal shimmered into existence, small and perfect, gleaming with a pale blue light.
You watched, entranced, as he lowered it to your skin. He circled the cube around your nipple, watching as it pebbled under the cold. The moment it touched you, a sharp gasp tore from your throat. The chill was biting, liquid cold against the warmth of your chest, tracing a deliberate path across your skin. Your body arched, nerves alive with the contrast of pain and pleasure dancing in the same breath. “Oh god,” you whispered, voice trembling. “Sunghoon…”
The sight of him; so composed, so effortlessly in control, only deepened the heat that pooled low in your stomach. He watched you like he was studying a rare work of art, his expression serene despite the chaos he’d stirred within you. “How does that feel, darling?” he asked, voice soft and cruelly sweet.
“I—love it,” you managed to breathe, each word laced with need. “I want more.”
His eyes flickered, the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth. But when he spoke, his tone had shifted into silken authority replacing the warmth. “Don’t be greedy.”
The command hung in the air, and instinctively, you fell quiet. The weight of his gaze alone was enough to still you. “I’ll do as I please,” he said, calm but absolute. “Understood?” You nodded, but it wasn’t enough. His voice sharpened, cutting through the air like a blade. “Understood?”
“Understood,” you whispered back. The smirk returned. He was satisfied now. His fingers trailed the path the ice had melted, drawing patterns on your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. The heat of your body clashed with his frost, each touch a contradiction, a perfect storm of sensation. When his hand found your waist again, he paused, studying you like he could read every unspoken thought. “Watch,” he said softly, a thrill running beneath the word. Frost gathered at his fingertips once more, a shimmer of blue light tracing his knuckles as he brushed against you.
The sensation stole your breath, the contrast, the tension and the sheer impossibility of him. It felt like being undone and remade at once, the air itself humming with something ancient and wild. He inserted the cold digit into your awaiting heat, watching as you fell apart before him. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Sunghoon murmured, his voice a low purr. “You wanted to feel alive again… and now you do.”
You could only nod, trembling beneath him, caught between heat and frost, between fear and longing. Every heartbeat seemed to echo his name. You trembled as his frosted finger moved in and out of you at a quick pace, your breathing heavy and quick. “Good,” he whispered, leaning closer until his breath touched your ear. “Then let’s see just how much you can take.”
He added another finger leaving you full and yet, you still wanted more. He was consuming you. His fingers moved in and out at a pace you couldn’t quite comprehend. It felt inhuman, the band inside of you so close to breaking it became mind numbing.
“I’m so close” You whine, voice high pitched and needy. Your fingers grasped at anything as your orgasm neared. Sunghoon’s fingers finding a heavy rhythm, his grin wicked as he soaked in your pleasure like a mad man.
“That’s it, Sweetheart. Let go.” He cooed in your ear with ice on his tongue. “You’re doing so good for me.”
You wither away in his arms, the slap of his hand against your heat echoing in the room, the candles flickering away. Tension built in your abdomen, a sheer force you had never felt before, an intensity so overpowering you were scared you were going to combust. “Fuck fuck fuck” You chanted, his fingers contining their movements inside of you.
“Oh my god—” Your orgasm hit you like a train, your body lifting into Sunghoon’s as he laughed at you and your overtaking. Fluid released as you squirted all over your sheets and Sunghoon’s hand, coating him in your sweet release.
“My god, are you a beautiful little thing.” Sunghoon’s smirk was wicked as he watched you come down from your high. Resting his fingers — still ice cold — inside of you.
“Holy..” You breathe, catching your breath, running your hands through your hair as Sunghoon finally removes his fingers, putting them to his lips and soaking up your juices.
“We're not even close to done yet, greedy girl.” He says, smiling so wicked and icy. You couldn’t help but be excited about what was to come.
can you write something for fwb Jake who begs reader to let him play with her tits and suck her pretty nipples while he dry humps him
warnings: dry humping, nipple play, cumming in pants.
a/n: sorry anon this kinda strayed off track from what you requested 😔 the smut writes itself i swear!
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“come on, y/n,” jake begged from his spot on your bed.
“jake,” you huffed out in annoyance, turning to face him from your desk. “how many times do i have to tell you that i have to finish this homework by 11:59?”
“one more time,” he joked.
you rolled your eyes, turning back to your laptop where you still had at least two hours left of homework to get done.
“please,” he whined, trudging over to you. “can you at least sit on my lap? i wanna be near you.”
“if it gets you to shut up,” you muttered.
he took that as a victory. you slid off the seat, and he took it, patting his lap for you to sit on him.
once you were sat, he snaked his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you do your homework.
he was good for a few minutes, but didn’t last long, and that didn’t surprise you.
you were locked in on your screen when you felt his hands trailing up from your waist to your chest. he rested his hands on your tits and squeezed them gently, his breath getting heavier against your neck.
you didn’t say anything for a minute, so he tested his luck, swiping his thumbs over your hard nipples. you gasped, tensing in his lap.
“jake!” you scolded.
he immediately ripped his hands from your chest and pressed them back down against your waist.
“what?” he asked, feigning innocence.
“i have to focus on this,” you said.
“‘m not doing anything,” he mumbled.
you shook your head, leaning forward to get a closer look at your laptop. in the process, you shifted forward on his lap, accidentally grinding right against his erection, which was growing and getting harder by the minute.
he dug his fingers into your waist, holding back a moan. you paid him no mind, continuing to work.
then, of course, he started back up again a few minutes later. this time, he slides his hands under your sweater and slowly trail them up your waist again until reaching your tits.
“jake!” you yelped when his cold hands came in contact with your bare chest.
“you’re not wearing a bra!” he exclaimed. “it’s not my fault.”
“why do you have to touch them so bad?” you asked.
“because,” he started, gently caressing your nipples with the pads of his thumbs, “it feels good. i like touching them and you like me touching them, so it’s a win for everyone.”
he began rubbing circles into your nipples and you could slowly feel yourself starting to lose your grasp on the situation. he was touching you so slowly and good, just the way he knew you liked.
you felt your body relaxing, leaning back into his touch.
“i like it,” you said quietly, shakily, “but we can’t right now. ‘m too busy.”
“then just let me,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck.
you sighed, fully relaxing and pressing your back to his chest. he switched from using his thumbs to his middle and index fingers, rubbing and playing with your nipples gently.
you moaned as he kissed your neck, and it didn’t take long for you to feel him starting to rub his clothed cock against your ass.
he started slow, occasionally humping his cock against you for some slight friction, but he sped up quickly. every time you moaned or whimpered from the feeling of him toying with your nipples, it egged him on to rub his cock against you harder.
eventually, he couldn’t hold back his moans either. he’d let them out in strained little huffs, because although it felt good to rub himself against you, it wasn’t quite enough. he wanted more, but he knew this was all he could get for right now.
he kept one hand on your nipple, using the other one to wrap a secure arm around your waist like a seatbelt, keeping you secure and firm on his lap. he felt himself working closer and closer to his high, his fingers getting slippery on your nipples as he began losing focus.
“mmphh,” he groaned, strained against you. “feels so good.”
“jake,” you whispered, eyes clenching shut.
you had to press your thighs together. it wasn’t much, but you’d settle for anything that would relieve the ache setting in your cunt. the way his nimble fingers gently traced your nipples and the skin around them, and alternated between that and pinching them harshly, making you squirm in his lap.
“fuck,” he huffed. “you’re so fucking hot. gonna cum just from—shit—humping you.”
you tilted your head back and to the side so you were face to face with him. the look on his face only made you wetter, the way his eyebrows were pushed together, his cheeks were red, his forehead dotting with sweat.
you brought your hand to his cheek and pressed your lips against his. he immediately moaned into your mouth and slid his tongue past your lips, so messy that he was nearly spitting in your mouth.
almost like he was fucking you, his hips got quicker and quicker as he pushed his dick against your backside, his breathing speeding up, too, until he was gasping for breath in your mouth.
and then he tensed, and you knew he was done.
everything stopped. the motion of his hips, his breath, his cold fingers on your sensitive nipples. his grip on your waist was so tight that it hurt, but he was too far gone to notice.
jake kept his cock pressed to you so you could feel when the warmth of his cum seeped through his pants and onto yours. you could feel the damp spot and when you looked down at it, the front of his gray sweatpants had a clear and obvious darker gray stain.
with a deep breath, he released his grasp on you, tossing his head back and shutting his eyes, like he was exhausted. he was sweating, enough that a bead of it rolled down the side of his face.
“my god,” he muttered, wiping the sweat away.
“feel better now?” you asked.
“yes,” he confirmed, forcing his head back up to face you. “i might need another pair of pants, though.”
Summary: Your divorce has been the talk of the town. The cold and meticulous CEO who wasn’t able to give affection to her ex-husband, eventually was replaced with someone younger and prettier in less than five months after the divorce. You tried to keep your reputation stable despite all the names thrown to you, but when an art gallery exhibit trailed you to Nishimura Riki — handsome, fine, reputable-looking yet younger male who seems to be drawn to you, tension arises and gossip articles start to brew.
Riki seems to love playing with the fire he started, meanwhile it’s clear that you’re not playing along with his games — especially when you swore to yourself that you're not going to stoop to your ex-husband’s level.
First installment of Big reputations series.
✰ Song inspiration: Don’t blame me by Taylor Swift, Kill bill by SZA, Love again by Dua Lipa.
✰ Word count: 22.4k
✰ Tags: CEO au, age gap (5 years), aged-up characters (ni-ki’s 24, reader’s 29), sexual tension, slow-burn, power imbalance, denial of feelings, confessions, smut, fluff with angst ofc, painter! ni-ki, ceo! reader, heeseung as reader’s ex-husband, they’re civil? with a lot of banter and snarky comments, huge flirt & pathetic yearner nishimura riki, he calls reader noona sometimes, nude painting slayyyy, kpop idols as other characters. Not proofread.
✰ CW: plot with porn, smut, kissing, makeout, power imbalance, sub! ni-ki, dom! reader, cowgirl, unprotected sex (pls. don’t), edging, dirty talk, overstimulation, cream pies, hand jobs, oral (f receiving), cum eating, noona kink? I don’t know lol. Shitty smut but sub!ni-ki is so sexy hahaha.
✰ Asul’s note: oh hey, starting my new series with Ni-ki’s story. I hope you enjoy this one and the upcoming stories of the other members. I still couldn’t believe that this reached 20k words, I was hoping for it to be less than 20k words, but I guessed I enjoyed writing it too much lmao, and I hope you guys enjoy this fic!
A model. The new face of beauty brands and high-end clothing lines. Her face was on every mall establishment and billboard in your country. Thin, pale, a bit shorter than Heeseung, but she was tall nevertheless, but most of all — younger.
Younger than you. Six years younger than you. A fresh face that seems to be at the peak of her career — something guys would love to have. A rising star that would vanish all of the sudden and become a housewife for their hardworking, business-minded husband. A beautiful, younger wife who eventually, will end up as a trophy wife for husbands to brag during company dinners and important events.
Something your ex-husband couldn’t do to you, because in the spotlight of your relationship with Heeseung, the public has always seen you two as equal to each other.
Having the same age as your ex-husband used to have a lot of pros. Both of you relate and understand each other. Given that you two run a company, you assumed that you and Heeseung will always be on the same page.
The public called you the power couple, your relationship was always on the public’s display. Marriage, future, and company collaborations were always on the line. There was peer pressure for you, but you love him. You were sure that he’d be the one you want to spend your forever with. That’s why it was easy for you to marry Heeseung
It was a small and intimate wedding. No press or reporters, just you, him, and people who had witnessed your relationship grew. It was filled with happiness and love, and you found yourself secured. Everything in your life was perfect — you have a loving husband, a famous company, and your reputation’s in good hands.
But that didn’t even last a year.
You noticed it immediately. The way Heeseung wanted more than just marriage — a family. A happy one that’s picture perfect from the public’s perspective.
Heeseung didn’t ask you to step down from your position, but he wanted you more to be his wife. He wanted domesticity and the simplicity of marriage. Not a penthouse that’s big, cold, and lacked any colors, and perhaps, your cold and quiet personality was too suffocating for him. Both of you were busy, but in his mind, you were busier. You couldn’t spare time for him and feelings started to fade. You didn’t notice that little by little, your marriage was crumbling.
Maybe Heeseung couldn’t handle the fact that he couldn’t control you. You didn’t want to be controlled by him either. Serious arguments came a few months after the marriage. It wasn’t the type that you two were shouting at each other and throwing things out of rage, the arguments came cold and rational, logical like a debate wherein no one wanted to lower their pride. Heeseung always ended up defeated, because all he could see was how cold you were when you looked at him — like you don’t love him at all and he wasn’t your husband.
It probably hurt him. You’re a tough cookie to break, and believe me because Lee Heeseung, who’s always oozing with charisma and had learned the art of persuasion, wasn’t able to manipulate his own wife. That probably hurt his ego.
Divorce papers were sent not even ten months after your marriage. Signed immediately. The divorce was settled and you two decided that maybe, you two aren’t just compatible. Your four-years relationship with Lee Heeseung vanished all of the sudden.
Of course, the news spread out like wildfire. Comments about your marriage and divorce came left and right — mostly about you, unfortunate to your side.
How Lee Heeseung couldn’t even get you to settle down. How heartless you were and Heeseung probably didn’t love you completely. You were a workaholic, you’re married to your company instead. Every name they could think of was thrown to you and despite everything, they still quiver when you're in their presence. Your reputation never faded and your company stood strong despite the criticisms on you. After all, you didn’t care about what they said, since they didn’t even care that the divorce was just a matter of fallout.
Now, it’s not even less than five months since your divorce, and your ex-husband’s getting married. It surprised you at first, but when you saw his fiance, it didn’t surprise you anymore. She looks like something straight out of a men’s magazine — every guy’s fantasy, and all you could think of was that Heeseung probably found a girl who he can control. Good for him though.
It was Heeseung who’s getting married, and yet, in some ways, the press had managed to find a way to drag your name in his articles.
Comparisons between you and the fiance were the topic. The public wasn’t surprised that Heeseung replaced you with someone younger and prettier. Someone who’s kind at heart and bubbly. The fiance was on the trend now, the nation’s sweet darling, as what everyone calls her. She’s smart and media-trained. Her answers and words were articulated and well-spoken, as if she was in a beauty pageant.
She was the complete opposite of you. She’s what Heeseung deserves, they say. Praises were given to the new couple while you were thrown into the pit of shame, because you may be the CEO of the biggest magazine publishing company in your country, you’re the one who’s ex-husband divorced due to your cold personality.
If only. They say. If only you weren’t cold or evil or too much, then maybe, Heeseung wouldn’t have divorced you. If only you weren’t self-centered who only thinks about herself, then maybe, you could’ve had the happy marriage that was supposed to last forever.
Still, you didn’t care nonetheless about it. You thought that maybe, marriage and love wasn’t just for you. You could read all the hateful comments and opinions from the public all day, but not a single sting could be felt on your heart.
That’s when you decided to close your phone, realizing that maybe, you’re just a heartless monster just like what everybody says. You placed your phone on your table and focused once again at your monthly due dates for the month when you heard the door open.
“Hey chief, I hope a bun of cinnamon roll would cheer you up,” you looked up and saw Sunoo standing in front of you. Holding a paper bag wherein a faint smell of freshly baked pastry filled the air.
Talking about right timing, Sunoo came in with your favorite pastry. He placed down the paperbag and you only grabbed the box out of it. Your best friend sat on the chair in front of you as he took a sip on his strawberry latte.
“You’re done with the article I sent you?” You asked as you took a bite on the bread.
“I did, I guess you haven’t opened my email yet because you’re too busy reading Heeseung’s article.” Sunoo teased.
You only chuckled in disbelief, “people are funny you know? My ex-husband’s getting married but somehow, I’m still the one getting all the negative comments.”
That made your best friend groan. Rolling his eyes as he spoke, “Right? Not even a what if Heeseung and that girl were having an affair while you two were married — I mean come on now! Five months? Not even a dating article or rumors? It’s been five months since you two divorced and he’s getting married already? What’s the rush?”
Now that you think about it, five months was indeed too fast, as if you and Heeseung didn’t have a long-term relationship before getting married. It never crossed your mind whether he had an affair while you two married — you didn’t care about that thought. Perhaps, Heeseung really just wanted to settle down and have a family. If he couldn’t do it with you, he’d find someone else for sure.
“He has certain goals that he wanted to hit before turning thirty, so it’s not a surprise he’s a rush.” you commented.
“I bet my next bonus that the girl’s pregnant,” Sunoo joked.
“Already? That’s a shame for the girl,” you mumbled before taking a bite on the bun. “Imagine, you’re at the peak of your career and you had to throw it all away just to become a wife and a mother.”
“Something you don’t want to do.” your best friend teased.
You smiled at him, “Yeah, that’s why he divorced me.”
“I don’t know if I should feel bad for you or not.”
Before you could even speak, a knock on the door interrupted you two. Both looked towards the direction wherein the door opened revealing one of the company’s interns.
“Good morning Ma’am — and Sir Kim, Sir Kang asked me if I could get your comments regarding the articles of your ex-husband’s marriage.” she asked, voice almost timid and unhearable for you.
You crossed your arms as you looked at the intern. “Why?”
She flinched at your tone. Looking up to see your icy gaze that sent chills to her spine. “He — Sir Kang just instructed me to, it’s for the press release Ma’am, everyone’s reaching out to him for your statement regarding Mr. Lee’s marriage.”
Of course. Your statement will just add fuel to the fire. Everyone loves drama, and what’s a good mess if there’s a statement from the ex-wife?
“Tell him I don’t have any comments about it,” you stated loud and clear. “And next time, if he wanted my statement, he’d come up to my office instead of sending you. Tell them that to him.”
The intern nodded frantically. “Of course, thank you Ma’am. Thank you so much —”
“You may go.”
She bowed one last time before leaving the office. You took another bite on your pastry while Sunoo only gave you a side eye.
“You’re scaring all of our interns,” he remarked.
“I have to,” you let out a sigh. “If I’m all bubbly and happy-go-lucky, no one will take me seriously.”
“Maybe a smile wouldn’t kill you y/n.” Sunoo suggested
“There’s nothing to smile about.” you mumbled.
“Gosh, and here I am wondering how I was able to put up with you.” Sunoo rolled his eyes while you only smirked teasingly at his snarky remark.
“You’re the only one who could put up with me.”
“Heeseung used to, but now he’s not here anymore.”
“Maybe love isn’t for me Sunoo,” you stated. “I don’t care nonetheless, what good will it give me, right?”
Sunoo didn’t agree to your statement. He only took a sip on his latte, watching you take a bite on your pastry as he deeply pondered about whether you’re greatly affected by your ex-husband’s marriage or not.
And as he looked at your dead eyes, filled with nothing but ice-cold stares and blank expressions, he wondered if there would come a time that there would be someone who’d be able to melt your heart — someone who’s completely the opposite of your ex-husband.
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Your company’s PR officer advised you to stay out of the public’s eyes for a moment.
Unknowingly, you followed their advice. It’s not like you’re the type to follow someone’s instructions, it just happens that you didn’t have any schedule that required you to go out. Next month’s issue is coming by and you spent most of your days inside your office, evaluating articles, photoshoots, and contents for the magazine like a good CEO would do.
Your “no comment” on your ex-husband’s marriage was still a statement that the public bought. It caused some drama, people love to stir the pot after all. They thought you were bitter about it but didn’t want to show it to the public, while others think that you’re just a heartless and workaholic CEO who doesn’t care about her ex-husband. The comments never stopped just like how you never stopped working.
It’s been two weeks since the announcement was released. You spent your days hiding in the shadows of your office and in the comfort of your house. Your family couldn’t reach out to you and the only person who you talked to was Sunoo. You’ve done this when your divorce was publicized, it’ll eventually pass — hopefully, because you’re tired of dealing with the press and drama.
The elevator bell rang, and everyone stopped when you got out of the elevator. Greetings were given left and right while you strutted your way towards your office, not even bothering giving a glance to your employees. Everyone could feel the cold aura you emit — powerful and overbearing. Not a single word was spoken by you and as soon as you’re inside your office, everyone sighed in relief.
You haven’t even sat in your chair when the door opened once again, revealing Sunoo who’s holding two cups of coffee.
“Thank fucking god it’s a Friday,” you stated as you received the coffee from Sunoo.
“You know how Taehyun advised you to not go out in public for a while,” Sunoo started and you only stared at him.
“What about it?”
“Well, there’s an art gallery in the Aphrodite Hall today. The painter’s making a name in the art industry, and he had held exhibits around the world and wanted to finish the last exhibit here,” Sunoo explained. “What if you look into it?”
“Why me? Are our writers incompetent now that I have to do it?” you asked with an irritated tone.
But your best friend only laughed. “Well, you’re our biggest critic.”
“Art’s not even on my forte.”
“Well, I just want some good drama, the cold and heartless CEO l/n at the exhibition of Nishimura? It’ll draw attention.” he suggested.
“You’re just convincing me for your entertainment’s sake?” you raised an eyebrow.
Sunoo lets out a sigh of defeat. “You know, sometimes, you just have to be petty and play with the fire Heeseung started.”
That’s when you laughed. “There’s no fucking way that I am going to stoop on my ex-husband’s level.”
“Oh come on now, I heard Mr. Nishimura’s fine as hell.” he convinced.
That’s when you gave him a judging expression, “are you trying to set me up with someone? You know that I’m done with love and dating.”
“I am not trying to set you up, I’m just trying to convince you to go out and touch some grass rather than lock yourself here in the office.” Sunoo elaborated.
You stared at Sunoo for a good minute. Friday’s are usually your lazy days, tasks aren’t that heavy at the moment, so perhaps, you do need some time outside your office.
That’s what made you grab your bag and coffee. “Fine, I’d do it for your entertainment, if I found the gallery ugly and boring, I’m blaming you.”
“You’ll thank me.” Your best friend winked at you and you didn’t say anything. Knowing Sunoo, he’s not just going to suggest anything if it wasn’t to your standard.
You left the building and drove your way towards Aphrodite Hall. Arriving there after twenty minutes, you parked at the underground parking and rode the elevator upwards the hall.
The outside layout of the exhibit’s entrance was already touched with the artist’s brand. It didn’t look cheap at all which tells you that he isn’t just a novice artist. Every detail and layouts felt like a welcoming notion to know the artist before entering the exhibit itself. Impressive. You thought.
There were a few people around, given that it was ten in the morning and a Friday. No reporters or photographers around, you found the right time to visit the place.
“Ms. l/n!” you looked to your left and saw a woman approaching you. She gave you a smile while you only stared at her.
“We’re surprised to see you here! Please, allow us to guide you through the exhibit —”
“You don’t need to. It’ll just distract me from my work,” you halted her words. “I’d prefer to be alone and see the gallery for myself. Thank you.”
She was left stunned. It took her a minute to recover before she nodded. “I understand Ma’am — I hope you enjoy the gallery.”
Still much enthusiasm left on her even though she was stuttering through her words. You eyed her one last time before entering the exhibit.
A display of portraits and paintings welcomed you. It was a mixture of avant-garde and contemporary art. Bright and vivid portraits against dull and muted backgrounds. The artist had a vision in every painting. More or less, every painting spoke, and you couldn’t help but to be in awe at how he perfectly used the vivid colors to tell a story.
You pass by every painting, stopping one by one to observe every description of the paintings. Every painting was given two sentence descriptions. You noticed that it was intentional — perhaps it meant that it’s up to the audience to interpret what it means.
“Ms. l/n, a pleasure to see you here,” a deep voice startled you. Turning to your left, you saw a tall man standing in front of you.
Sharp, refined visuals, he looks boyish nevertheless, alongside his youthful grace with sophistication. He wore something custom-made. A suit that perfectly captured his body proportions. Nice skin, with moles scattered on his face, he looked foreign yet familiar for you.
He looked at you like he’s happy to see you, with milder enthusiasm compared to the woman earlier — just something that will show you that he’s used to known public figures in his exhibit.
“You must be Mr. Nishimura,” you said as you stretched out your hands. “You seem to know me.”
“It’ll be a shame not to know you Ms. l/n,” he chuckled before accepting your hand. But the next thing you knew, he pulled it towards his lips, landing a perfect kiss on your knuckles which immediately startled you — retrieving your hands from him.
“You’re too bold,” you commented, shaking off your right hand.
“That’s what everybody says to me,” he said without batting an eye. “That’s what brought me here.”
“Would a little humbling keep you grounded?”
“If it’s from you, I don’t mind.”
He’s flirting. You’re not dumb to notice it immediately. He didn’t also hide it from the way he looked at you. The sparks on his eyes, it faintly ignited something fiery from him — and that made you curious yet wary about him.
“I’m not someone who humble strangers Mr. Nishimura.” you pointed.
“You can call me Riki, Mr. Nishimura is too formal.” he chuckled.
“I prefer formality,” you crossed your arms. “I’m just here to look into your gallery.”
“Well, I do hope you’re enjoying the gallery.”
“I do, until you decide to show up.”
Riki laughed, a bit loud enough to draw attention from the people around. Your gaze at him remained, brow raised with your arms crossed. You weren’t supposed to draw attention but it’s the total opposite for him. He seems to be feeding off the attention because all eyes were on you two and you knew what it meant for your image. You’re already dreading the articles that’ll be released today or tomorrow.
“It seems like you did, I noticed you loved ‘At the right time’ the most,” Riki explained.
“I didn’t certainly love it, but it caught my attention the most,” you clarified. “Care to explain it further?”
“Just like what the title says, at the right time,” he casually explained. “Everything has its own right time. Maybe for you, now’s not the right time, but somewhere in the future, there will be. I used the bold colors of orange and yellow because it shows hope and warmth. It gives hope against the blues and gray. Dull days happen but you don’t have to make it everyday either.”
His words were shallow. Not depth nor critical. It was simple, yet it left you impressed. He’s not those snobbish painters that paint the most sub-standard paintings and slaps a deep meaning behind it. Riki paints to tell stories and encourages it. A fresh face in the industry, you understood why he’s a rising name too.
That’s why you look around. Seeing the public enjoy his paintings, the smiles and nods, everything about the exhibit makes sense that Riki’s gallery perfectly captured the public rather than a specific group of people.
It amazed you, and yet, you kept a blank expression throughout. “You seem satisfied with the outcome of your gallery.”
“It’s my first,” Riki shared, tone filled with pride. “I did have a lot of doubts about it, but seeing how the public was able to interpret every painting in their own perspective, it leaves a lasting impression on me. If they were able to understand it, then it satisfies me as an artist.”
“What about your perspective then,” you asked. “You’re a painter. I’m pretty sure you made some paintings with a clear message. What would happen if they understood it in a different message?”
“There’s no clear intentions for me, we have different perspectives, and it enlightens me — that my paintings can be interpreted that way aside from mine.”
“You really are a rookie,” you commented. “That doesn’t surprise me at all.”
“But did it impress you?”
“I have a fair share of rookies like you. Some are too goal-oriented, some are hungry for success, while others like you — are people pleasers.”
“I don’t please people. But for you, I would be very glad to do so.” he jabbed and one more flirty remark, you’re going to turn around and walk away.
“Flattery won’t give you a good article, Mr. Nishimura.” you stated.
“Who says I’m doing it for a good article?” he taunted
“What is it for then?”
“Oh come on, am I not that obvious?” he chuckled, and that was your answer. He was definitely flirting with you.
“You are,” you started. “But I am simply ignoring it Mr. Nishimura.”
Yet, the smirk on his face only widened. Riki chuckled softly before shifting his gaze at the painting in front of him.
“Do you know the meaning of this painting?”
You gazed at the painting in front of you. Red streaks, bold and seem rushed. Streaks of gold and orange hues can be seen. The title of the painting, ‘per chance’ meant that everything just didn’t simply happen because of fate or destiny, some just took the chance and got away with it.
It meant that the moment Riki saw you, he took the chance to approach you and talk — flirt with you. If he had noticed that you stopped at one of his paintings for too long compared to the others, it meant that he had been inside the gallery the whole time.
With that said, he approached you perfectly when you were at this painting in front of you, which meant that he perfectly took that right time to approach you.
What a brave heart, you think. Bold and courageous just like any man who assumed they found the one for them.
You already know these patterns. Approach them, start with small talks with subtle hints of flirting until you two could go on a date. Fall in love, think that this will be a happy ending, and then expectations will fall — part ways.
“I do, and chances are, there are no chances for you Mr. Nishimura,” you immediately stated, before looking at your watch. “It seems that I have spent too long in this exhibit. I will be going now.”
“I’d be happy to walk you out Miss —”
“There’s no need, I don’t need tabloids dragging my name along with yours, I’ve already had enough with it for the past few weeks.”
“I don’t care about them.”
You simply chuckled in disbelief. “I do, and for a rookie like you, ignorance may seem like a bliss, but it’ll eventually eat you out as you stay longer in this industry.”
But the smirk on Riki’s lips never faded. He simply gave you a bow, his eyes still dark and desireful remained on you. No matter how many jabs or cold statements were given to him, he never faltered.
“Have a safe drive back to your office, Ms. l/n.” he bid, eyes still gazing on you.
You didn’t say a word but instead, turned your heel and walked out of the hall — you didn’t even bother turning around one last time to glance at the young painter, afraid that it might give him the wrong intention.
The moment you reached your car, you turned on the engine and reached out for your phone first. Looking at the notifications, there weren’t any important or urgent messages for today. You only let out a sigh before you decided that instead of going back to the office, you opted to go home instead.
On your drive home, all you could think about was Riki. The tall height, deep voice, and never faltering confidence. He was a newbie, yet he wasn’t afraid of you — he even had the guts to flirt with you, which bugged you. Why?
You’re used to being feared, knowing how powerful your words were. You can twist his image in just a snap, but he didn’t care about that, and instead, continued to throw those chill-sending words that if you were a normal teenager, you would’ve been flustered.
But you weren’t. You’re a divorcee who’s sick of love and happiness, and yet, the younger remained in your mind when he should’ve been out of it the moment you left the hall.
Maybe because, and as much as you wanted to deny it, Riki reminds you oddly of your ex-husband. The way he acted around you, his words and actions — it was like Heeseung when you two started dating.
Perhaps that’s the reason why you couldn’t get him out of your mind — and that thought scared the hell out of you.
-
As expected, the cheap tabloids took the opportunity to link you with Riki.
“I hope you enjoy it,” you teased Sunoo who’s reading the article. The same cheap tabloids who were calling you names are now insisting that you were meeting someone new, which was unfortunate to you, was Riki.
Coincidentally, someone managed to capture Riki kissing your hand, and of course, they started to speculate things with it. But you know the truth — you were there for work purposes.
“He’s good-looking,” Sunoo commented, scrolling through his phone as he took a closer look at the pictures.
“And young,” you pointed out, eyes locked on your screen. After finishing your draft for the review article, you decided to look up Nishimura Riki.
Twenty-four years old. Born December 9. Sagittarius. He studied in a famous art school in Tokyo, Japan, moved to South Korea at the age of seventeen and was an apprentice to one of their famed painters for seven years before debuting his own exhibit.
Aside from that, he seems to be secretive about his private life. His family lives in Okayama and no details about them were disclosed either. No scandals nor issues but maybe because he’s just a rising name in the industry. Most of his articles were about his current exhibit, and just like Sunoo mentioned, he debuted it in different countries.
There were also some short articles about his fashion style and choices, aside from his artistry, it seems like the public is swooning over his looks and enigmatic aura.
“You’re making it sound like it’s a problem,” Sunoo laughed.
“It is,” you stated. “Younger guys are immature, older ones are manipulative.”
“And same-age guys?”
“Are a mix of both.” you joked, making your best friend laugh.
“So, you’re just going to stay single forever?” Sunoo asked.
“I think that’s fated to me,” you shrugged. “I couldn’t care nonetheless.”
“Hey, you’re still young you know? Who knows, maybe you’d meet him at Mr. Young’s dinner party this Saturday”
That’s when a groan escaped your lips. “Do I really have to go there?”
“You’re invited by Mr. Young himself, you had no choice.”
“Could you at least accompany me?”
“As much as I want to, I have plans that night, so good luck chief — oh, and don’t get caught in another gossip okay?”
“Sounds hard, they’re the one following me after all.” you joked, earning a hearty laugh from your best friend.
-
Dinner parties and charity events under the disguise of money-bragging are the things you hated the most.
But there are things called decency, and some business people still think that it’s decency to invite you to their expensive yet cheap-looking dinner parties just for the sake of impressing you.
An hour had passed and all you could do was plaster fake smiles and kisses, indulging in their egoist comments as you chugged down the tasteless wine they served.
Seriously, you could’ve just spent your Saturday night watching the latest series in your watchlist, but here you are trying to understand their next projects and vision which you utterly don’t give a fuck about.
Bored of the conversations, you looked at your watch and thought that it was too early to leave, so you excused yourself from a circle and wandered around the venue. Looking for something interesting when someone caught your attention.
Coincidentally, he caught yours too. With a soft smile from the people he was talking to, he excused himself and approached you who only stood there frozen.
“It’s a surprise seeing you here,” your ex-husband started.
“A surprise?” you raised an eyebrow.
“Still a pleasure,” he smiled, the same boyish smile you fell in love with years ago. “It’s been a while.”
“You must be busy, with the wedding preparations and everything,” you commented. “Congratulations by the way, sorry it took me weeks to tell you that.”
“I don’t know if you’re being sarcastic,” Heeseung jabbed.
“Of course not,” you smiled at him. A genuine one. Not a fake one that’ll show him that you’re fine and not a bitter ex-wife. “You deserve it, you deserve someone who’d put up with all you want.”
Heeseung didn’t say a word. He knew what you meant. An apologetic expression shifted in him. “You know that that’s not the reason why we separated.”
“I know,” you agreed and yet, it didn’t hide the bitterness in your tone. “But let’s not dwell in the past. I’m tired of hearing about us Heeseung, the public wasn’t very nice to me for the past few weeks.”
“Yes, the public wasn’t really nice,” Heeseung commented. “Although, I’ve heard some interesting things lately from the tabloids.”
“I didn’t know you read cheap tabloids Mr. Lee.”
“The headline caught my attention — a rising painter trying to swoon Ms. l/n? He seems a charmer to me.” he teased.
“He’s bold,” you pointed out. “But young. Tabloids love to speculate things, I was just doing my job there.”
“Of course you are, when were you not doing your job?” Heeseung joked.
“Tonight supposedly, binge-watching some series,” you replied with a shrug. “But here I am.”
“Here you are,” he raised his glass and you only toast to his wishes. Your eyes were on your husband’s hands as you took a sip on your wine. The gleaming gold band of his engagement ring stood out. It was a sudden reminder for you, he’s going to marry someone else while you’re here single, and oddly, having a conversation with him.
“You’re happy with her?” you couldn’t help but to ask.
“I am,” he admitted and you only smiled at him.
“Good.” you said with diction.
“One day, you’d experience this kind of love too,” Heeseung told you and that made you laugh in disbelief.
“I did experience it once, four years ago,” you stared at him for a second. “It’s a frightening feeling now that I get to experience it. I think once is enough for me.”
“Really? Not even a change of heart?” he mocked.
“You know me Heeseung, I never changed,” you answered.
“Then it’s a shame.” he bitterly smiled.
“For you it is, but I’m fine with it.” With that, you looked at your surroundings. Of course, all eyes were on the two of you. Whispers began to be loud and all you could think about were the gossip articles that were to be released tomorrow morning. So you took a small sip on your wine again and glanced at Heeseung one last time.
“I think it’s time for me to go, don’t want to cause any chaos in your soon-to-be married life,” you bid.
“It was nice talking to you,” Heeseung softly spoke. “Genuinely, I miss you.”
“Goodbye Heeseung,” you answered instead. “And to answer your invitation, I’m not going to your wedding, I don’t want to ruin your soon-to-be wife’s wedding day.”
You gave him one last smile before you left him standing there. The stare became more and more obvious, but you ignored it as you walked with confidence towards the champagne table wherein you got yourself another glass.
You decided that socializing more will drain the energy out of you, that’s why you opted to go to the veranda for some breather. The cold air welcomed you as you pushed the door open. Placing down the champagne glass on the corner table, you leaned against the railings as the silence swallowed you whole.
You let out a deep sigh as the loneliness felt comforting. This is what you needed. You’re on your own, yet you’re in your own peace. It deeply moved you found yourself more relaxed and having fun staring at the stars rather than conversing with the people inside.
“Thought I’d find you here,” but your fun faded when you heard the glassdoor open. At first, you ignored it, but you turned around when you heard a familiar voice. Raising an eyebrow as you look at Riki who’s smiling ear to ear.
“Wine?” he offered and you only glanced at the glass on the corner table.
Riki seemed to understand what you meant, he placed both glasses he was holding on the table and stood beside you.
“What are you even doing here?” you asked, still staring at the view in front of you.
“Mr. Young bought two of my paintings, and he invited me as a form of gratitude too.” Riki answered, tone filled with pride which made you roll your eyes.
“Not that,” you clarified. “Here, what are you —”
“Thought you need some company.” the younger male grinned.
“I don’t need company Mr. Nishimura, I am fine with my own solitude.” you told him.
“I told you, Riki would be fine,” he insisted.
“Would it offend you that I call you kid instead?”
“You’re acting like I’m way too young,” he sounded offended with your words.
“Five years, I’m older than you by five years,” you heave out a sigh.
“That doesn’t stop me though,” he smirked and you could only scoff in disbelief.
You didn’t answer him, but you glanced at him. Riki was wearing the usual boring suit and tie just like any other gentlemen out there. He had his hair pushed back and cleaned, probably drowning in hair gel meanwhile the small rectangular glasses enhanced his visual. — a charmer overall, you noticed how despite wearing boring clothes, he makes it up to his accessories and jewellery.
Truly, this kid is a casanova. That's one thing you should be careful of. People are now watching you two since he’s romantically linked to you, it didn’t help that your ex-husband’s marriage is still being the talk of the town.
It’s an avoidable scandal. Just tell him to back off, you’re not interested and move on. It should’ve been easy but Riki seems to be the type to persuade you more the more you reject him — a casual act from your ex-husband during his younger years.
“Mr. Nishimura, I am going to repeat myself. I am not interested in any bullshit you have in your sleeves,” you told him. “I had enough of scandals and cheap gossips on my end due to my ex-husband’s marriage, I am not going to let my name be dragged down by a mere rookie like you who couldn’t take a fucking hint.”
“That wound me,” he teased, acting like you shot him in his heart. “Your ex-husband was an asshole for letting you go.”
“Don’t disrespect my ex-husband like that, people divorce for a reason, we weren’t just compatible.”
“Maybe, just like him, you need someone younger, you know?” he suggested.
There was silence for a minute. You only stare at Riki whose eyes never left you. You could feel your cheeks red, ears warm as the blood rushed on your body like you were a teenager.
Yet, there’s a hint of annoyance in your face. A sigh of disappointment before grabbing your wine glass. “I’ll let you know this one last time Mr. Nishimura, if there’s one thing about me that you should know, I am not going to lower myself to any man, especially my ex-husband. So give up now, and find someone your age to charm.”
“It’s a shame, when I have my eyes on someone, I am very determined to have it.” he stated with a disappointed tone.
“You’re playing with fire Mr. Nishimura.”
“If it’s you who I am playing with, I don’t mind.” Riki casually shrugged, taking a step forward wherein he’s just an inch close to you.
It deeply frightened you and yet, you didn’t move. You’re not one who’d backed out of fear, especially in front of a guy? You’d rather die.
“I’m not going to play with your childish games,” you whispered to him, eyes cold at his burning ones. “I’m too old for that bullshit.”
“But not too old for me.”
“Goodbye Mr. Nishimura,” it was the only thing you could say. “I hope this is the last time we see each other.”
“I’m afraid this is just the beginning of our many wonderful encounters, Ms. l/n.” he smiled, a charming one which stunned you for a split second.
Riki watched as you went back towards the hall, closing the door of the veranda, you stared at him through the glass door. He stood there, with wine on his glass, a toast for you and a smirk forming on his lips.
You could feel your heart beating fast. Scared and unable to process anything that you two had exchanged, you left the place with a wondering heart and mind about the younger who seems to have his goal set to have you.
-
Another article. Another speculation about you and Riki. Of course, it was news worthy that you and Riki were talking alone on the veranda.
Your PR officer is now lecturing you for not being careful which annoyed the fuck out of you. It was Monday morning and he’s already waiting in your office, sitting on the chair in front of your desk while Sunoo was on the couch, scrolling through his phone and reading all the comments the public had left for you.
“I told you to be careful,” Taehyun said with an annoyed look.
“I am being careful,” you rolled your eyes. “It’s not my fault that he’s insistent about me —”
“Insistent?” he breathed. “You two are having a private moment at the veranda of Mr. Young’s hotel, and dare you say, insistent?”
“You think I am doing this on purpose?” you asked with a cold tone, standing up from your seat as you stared at Taehyun, your gaze dark and powering that your employee flinched.
“You think I want to be linked to an immature painter who doesn’t know how to accept a rejection? You think lowly of me Taehyun.” you smiled at him, a taunting smile that kept the male shut. “You think, after all the names that were thrown to me because of my ex-husband’s marriage, I wanted the public and media to be their money-maker with this baseless rumor? I am busy running an empire here, I don’t have time to deal with all of this bullshit.”
The whole room fell into utter silence. Taehyun looked away, embarrassed, meanwhile Sunoo’s stare at you never faltered. A proud expression written on his face despite the tense atmosphere.
“I apologize, I didn’t mean to accuse you of such things,” Taehyun said. “As your PR officer, I am doing my best to clean —”
“I only want you to take care of my company’s image, not mine. Let the public speculate, no matter what statements we release, they don’t even listen,” you rolled your eyes heavenwards. That’s when Taehyun stood up from his seat, brushing off the dust from his suit as he looked at you, pissed yet defeated.
“Right, just doing my best. Have a nice day Ms. l/n.” Taehyun excused himself and you stood there, watching him leave your office with the door closing in a soft thud. You couldn’t help but to take a sip on your coffee before heaving a deep sigh.
“How do I even get rid of the kid?” you asked, glancing at Sunoo who only smiled at you.
“Asking the same question four years ago,” he observed. “Feels like deva ju right?”
“A nightmare you could say,” you sat on your chair before opening your desktop computer.
“Does Mr. Nishimura scare you?” Sunoo asked and you only quipped a smile.
“Not really, he’s like a pest that no matter I step on, he’s still alive and beating.”
“Well, maybe that’s your sign to just play along with his games.”
“I don’t have time to deal with his bullshit Sunoo.” you complained.
“You’d say that right now, but knowing you, you’d end up doing it too.” Sunoo pointed out.
“Please kill me if that happens.”
“I’d have my hitman ready then.”
Sunoo stands up from his seat, you didn’t bother raising your head to bid goodbye to your best friend, eyes already focused on your work when you hear the door closed.
It didn’t take a minute for it to open once again.
“You left something Sunoo?” you asked, eyes still on your computer.
“Chief, you have a visitor,” Sunoo said, voice filled with excitement and teasing which made you glance at him — immediately halting you.
“So, this is what the office of Ms. l/n looks like,” Riki’s eyes wandered around your office before glancing at you. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“I don’t entertain unwanted visitors,” you coldly said. “I am busy if you couldn’t see it.”
“I can see and I apologize for disturbing your working hours but I have a concern, deeply regarding the article you wrote about me,” Riki flashes a smile and you scoff.
“You have the nerve to say that Mr. Nishimura, you should be thankful that I spare time to write an article about you and your gallery.” you stated.
“I am honored Ms. l/n, but you missed a small piece of information about me.” he insisted.
You smiled at him. That smile that tells people who you are and they shouldn’t have opened their mouth.
You’ve seen hundreds of reactions to your smile. Wide smiles fading, the fear in the eyes, and avoidance of contact — some even shook in fear.
But Riki? He only stood there, hands on his back with his head held high. Smiling and waiting for your answer, and that’s when you felt deja vu.
Not again. You thought as you stared at the younger man. You swore to yourself. No more, not anymore. Especially when this young man in front of you scarily reminds you of your first love.
“What piece of information could I possibly have missed about you?” you asked, trying to shake off that feeling of yours about the young painter.
“That I am single, and very ready to mingle.” he proudly said.
You wanted to laugh out loud. You couldn’t believe it. You’d think that he’s joking but he remained his cool expression as you stared at him, lips thinning as you let out a sigh.
“That piece of information is irrelevant.”
“The public loves to dive into every personality’s lovelife, you probably know that right?”
“Right,” you smiled, knowing what he meant. “But I am not your PR officer, I am just a writer who writes articles about trending topics, and while you may be a rising painter, I think you haven’t made any noise in this world, don’t you think?”
He tilted his head amusingly, “I don’t know Ms. l/n, lately my name’s popping out in every article and media page, along with a pretty familiar name, don’t you think?”
“You know your way of words kid.”
“Just want to swoon a woman, is that bad?”
You blink for a minute and then smile. “Just fucking tell me your intentions before I call security, there are enough articles about us and I am not going to double it up especially when you just fucking walked into my office without any notice.”
“Too bad, I was planning on tripling it.”
You didn’t say a word but instead, you picked up the telephone on your table, glancing at Riki who only chuckled.
“I’m just kidding Ms. l/n, you’re too tense.” Riki teased. “But I am actually here regarding the article you wrote — how do I say this without offending you? It’s too shallow.”
You raised an eyebrow, “shallow?”
“Well, we might’ve started on the wrong foot but your article isn’t good.”
“And you can do a better article than what I wrote?” you raised an eyebrow.
“No, but there are some ways that you can get to know the painter and his art aside from scouring through the internet for his information and visiting his gallery.”
Riki has a point and that infuriates you. As much as you want to scrape off the article that you wrote about Riki and his art because it’s too shallow compared to your other articles, you must push through it to avoid the rumors of you two. It was your stunt to prove that you were just at the gallery because you were doing your job.
Deep inside, you were unsatisfied with what you have published and found the article cringe. Riki was right with his point but of course, you’re not going to say that to him. Showing your weakness to a man only inflates his ego.
“Then what do you suggest Mr. Nishimura?” you asked, crossing your arms especially when you knew what he’s going to say.
“An interview, a more in-depth conversation with the painter for more than an hour or maybe two.”
“Is this your way of asking me out?”
“No, of course not,” he sarcastically smiled. “But if you insist I wouldn’t mind.”
You only rolled your eyes before leaning back against your chair, since it's in your lapses, you must comply with it. It’s just a mere interview, a conversation with Nishimura Riki. Surely, you could handle an hour or two with this eager kid who wanted to score a date with you.
“Fine,” you said in defeat. “I’ll send you the details of the interview along with the venue and time and date. Don’t be late Mr. Nishimura.”
“Can I pick you up?”
“It’s an interview Mr. Nishimura, not a date,” you clarified. “If you don’t have any questions, you may leave now, I still have things to do.”
“Can I bring you flowers?”
“Leave.”
-
A hotel cafe was your choice for the interview venue.
Late lunch. Wednesday. A fifteen minute drive from your company. Located in the business district, the cafe was filled with influential people who, just like you, have set a meeting with their clients or business partners.
You took a sip on the chamomile tea that you ordered before glancing at the glass wall wherein the hotel’s garden could be seen. Spring has arrived, and you could only stare at the bright and pastel-colored flowers blooming against its green bushes and plants.
Indeed, it was beautiful weather to go outside. You could’ve spent the hours inside your office, helping with the gala ball preparations but unfortunately, you’re mentally preparing yourself for your interview with Riki.
Speaking of the kid, he immediately caught your attention when he was walking towards you. Your eyes went wide at the huge flower bouquet he’s casually holding.
“Hi.” he greeted with a smile which made you stand up from your seat.
“What is this?” you asked, eyeing on the flower.
“Uhm…flowers?” Riki stated the obvious, raising the bouquet to give you a clearer look.
“Mr. Nishimura, this is a formal interview, strictly professional,” you lectured.
“I know, take it, as a token of appreciation.”
“That is not necessary.” you told him, and despite your words, you still accepted the bouquet as an act of decency.
“Anything you want Mr. Nishimura?” you asked the moment he sat on the chair in front of you.
“A glass of water would be fine, I ate lunch before going here, how about you?” he said casually, leaning against the chair.
“Skipped one,” you nonchalantly replied, opening your small notebook which you use whenever you do an interview with someone.
“What? You should’ve — wait, let me order you some food —”
“I am fine with my tea Mr. Nishimura,” you stated, clicking your pen open. “Let’s formally start this interview.”
“You know, you need to loosen up a little bit,” Riki commented and it made you glare at him.
“There’s no need to loosen up in a formal interview — look, do you even want an article or not, I could throw away my article if you keep acting like a kid.” you threatened and your words only had him forming a teasing smile.
“Do you have any drag on me other than calling me a kid?”
“That’s all I could think of,” you answered sternly. “After all, I barely know you.”
“Would you like to get to know me more?” he asked, his tone hinted with flirtiness that you lightly scoff.
“Sure,” you gave him a fake smile. “Let’s start from the very start, I’d like to know when you first discovered your love for painting.”
Riki chuckled in disbelief as he leaned against the chair, legs crossed as he looked at you. “Fine, if that’s what you want, Ms. l/n, I’d happily oblige.”
For the duration of your talk with your Riki, you have learned so much about him.
Riki’s well-spoken and his answers were articulate and formal. If he didn’t open his mouth to flirt with you, you would’ve taken him seriously.
You observed that he’s also a sentimental person, most of his answers about his art and passion were influenced by his mentor and family, which you found quite impressive.
You were half-glad that Riki didn’t drop some flirty remarks and jabs throughout the interview — if he had done it, you would’ve walked out of the cafe without any hesitation.
“When will we expect your new exhibit Mr. Nishimura?” you asked as you continued jotting down some notable answers from him.
“That’s hard to identify Ms. l/n,” Riki laughed, there’s a hint of bitterness in his words, which made you glance at him.
“Artist block?” you asked.
He only nodded to your question.
“Would it be hard for you? You’re at your momentum at the moment, disappearing in the spotlight all of the sudden will ruin it.”
“I know, but for me, I shouldn’t rush art, and my last exhibition was mentally and physically exhausting for me, that I couldn’t think of another collection at the moment,” he lets out a deep sigh as he looks at you. “I am lacking a muse, you see.”
“A muse huh?”
“Yes, a muse — my last exhibition's muse was my journey and my hometown, but right now, I wanted to paint something — someone perhaps.”
“You’re looking for a muse,” you mumbled mindlessly as you wrote it down in your notebook.
“I am actually looking at her, right now.” That's when you stopped writing. Looking up, you noticed how Riki’s staring — no, gazing at you like a predator that had found his own prey. His eyes darkening, lips stretching into a smirk as his arms rested casually on the armrest of the chair.
You felt your heart skip a beat. Eyes never faltered as you two held an intense staring contest.
It snapped in you within a few seconds, eyes shifting to a bored one.
“I think you should keep on searching for your muse, Mr. Nishimura,” you coldly said.
“Not going to help me out?” he taunted.
“You’re a grown man, you can do it.”
“Funny, because you just called me a kid earlier.”
“And here I thought, you’d take this seriously.” you whispered.
“I take things seriously Ms. l/n, maybe try and change your perspectives on the people you meet — seems like you’re the one who doesn’t take me seriously.”
You stopped. His tone was serious. A bit defensive on your end but when you looked at him, he gazed at you with a small smile, teasing like he’s right about what he said.
You’d admit to him that he’s right. Why on earth would you take a twenty-four year old rookie seriously when he had done nothing but to fuck around whenever you’re around him and act like a kid chasing after his favorite toy? Unless he shows a deeper motive about his intentions to you, that’s all you could see of him.
You find him impressive as an artist, you’re not going to deny it, but it’s hard to avoid that he’s clearly a love-struck fool to you. He seems to be enjoying every bit of it, and it had you wondering — was the game you two had talked about during Mr. Young’s event had already started?
No wonder why. Riki seems to be enjoying playing games with you who haven’t made a move yet.
“I think we’re done with this interview Mr. Nishimura, do you have some last words to say before we part ways?” but you’re not one who loves to play games. That’s why you chose to ignore his words, closing your notebook as you looked at Riki who clicks his tongue before glancing at you once again.
“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are beautiful?” he asked with a genuine tone.
“Yes, my ex-husband said that same thing four years ago and I am not falling for that same bullshit again,” you explained to him before standing up from your seat. Riki followed shortly, and before you could speak another word, he snatched your notebook and jotted something on a page.
“Well, your ex-husband is no painter,” he stated before returning you your notebook. “What I meant is, your eyes speak more than what your mouth wants to say. It’s the type of eyes that painters wanted to paint.”
“You artists have such a way with words,” you commented. “I’d be flattered, but only my eyes?”
Riki chuckled. “Of course not, and if you’d let me, I’d prove you the truth.”
You raised an eyebrow, “what? Have me convinced to be painted by you.”
“Seems like you’ve read my intentions.”
“I told you, I had memorized every guy’s moves to swoon a woman.” you stated. “And for your information Mr. Nishimura, a woman like me, could never be a good muse.”
“The artist says otherwise though,” he chuckled. “My offer still stands, if you’re interested, you know where to find me.”
He gave you a quiet bow before he started walking away. You stood there appalled, heart beating at a rapid pace as your eyes locked on him, while your clasped on your notebook tightened.
So, the game really has begun, and now, you’re wary about what his next move will be.
-
It’s been a week since your interview with Riki and he’s been radio silent ever since.
You had published Riki’s article three days after your interview with him, and best believe that you’re satisfied with the outcome. You’re half-glad that Riki took it seriously and his answers were sentimental enough to give colors not only to his personality, but also to his paintings.
Four days had passed and Riki hadn't bothered you, and that thought bothered you — you expected his presence afterwards. An unwanted visit with flirty jabs or glamorous gifts he brought to love bomb you. Riki was persistent after all. The type of guy who doesn’t accept rejections. That is why it surprised you that Riki hasn’t made any contact after a week.
The silence was torture — it sinked into you that his silence was much bothering than his loud presence. For you, it wasn’t because you got used to him following you around, but because you felt that there’s something brewing inside — like Riki was up to nothing good again.
You sat on your office chair. The office building has fallen under a dimmed silence. It’s past midnight and usually, around midnight you’d be in your penthouse, relaxing, but you’re stuck in your office, thinking about something — someone perhaps.
The article of your ex-husband’s grandiose wedding filled the screen of your computer. A click on your tongue was all you could do. He looks so happy — even happier than he was during your wedding. Perhaps it was because his new wife really looks like the epitome of sunshine. She looks youthful and stunning — they really are suited for each other.
Yet, it left a distasteful feeling on your heart. It’s not because your ex-husband immediately replaced you, but because he went for someone younger. It made you wonder if age really matters. You wondered if Heeseung had married someone your age or maybe someone older, would there be any difference?
You thought about that rookie painter who has been in your mind for the past few days and the thought of him irritated you — was it necessary for you to fall under the fate as your husband?
That is, if you cave into your own emotional crave. But Nishimura Riki was too young and reckless for your taste. You curse him for being too young and the thought of you going the same route as what your husband did, bruises your ego and pride.
You swore yourself you’ll never love again. Not when all you know was that all men are the same and the damage your ex-husband had scarred in your heart could never be mend by the amountful of love Riki could give.
What’s funnier was that Riki reminds you of Heeseung, and if he ever do the same thing Heeseung did — fuck, that would’ve been the death of you.
That’s when you glanced at your notebook, a phone number and address was scribbled along with your notes. His messy handwriting leaves a torturous yearning for you and you knew that this was his move — wait for you to make the next move.
You hummed quietly, fingernails scraping against the rough texture of the paper. You should’ve been convinced that there’s no need for you to make a move, knowing that you never had any intentions of playing with his games, even though, deep inside you’re curious of what outcome would it be to play along with his game.
Your thoughts were battling, but your rational side couldn’t bear to be the subject of baseless rumors and gossip once again. You’re reminded once again, why Heeseung divorced you. That’s why you ripped off the page and threw it in your trash bin — that was your move in his silly game.
-
You’ve soon learned that the game’s not over when you bump into Riki at the hotel cafe the next day.
“Ms. l/n, what a surprise,” he seemed happy to see you, bright expression and wide smile while you raised an eyebrow.
“What are you doing here?” you asked instead, your heart beating fast and mind being burned into panic especially when you threw away the very last piece of his presence in your life.
“Just sent a painting to a client,” he answered. “You? Another interview.”
“I thought you had an artist block.” you asked
“It’s a commissioned painting, I still need money,” Riki laughed. “There’s no way I’m going to be a starving artist Ms. l/n.”
You blinked at his words before nodding. “That’s good to hear, at least you managed to pick up your brush.”
But Riki shakes his head as a form of disagreement. “You didn’t witness how many times I crashed out and suffered before finishing the piece.”
“Is that how you process when it comes to painting?” you asked.
“Depends, if I’m inspired or not — for that? Well, money’s big, I just have to suck it up and paint,” Riki explained. “But with a muse? It’s easy to pick up a brush and paint.”
“Still lacking a muse I see.”
“I wasn’t able to see her for week, it was torture to be honest.”
“There you go again.”
“You know Ms. l/n, my offer still stands.” he said instead, which completely caught you off-guard. You never expect that those were the things that he’ll say next.
You glanced at him, his words filled with temptation that made you stare at him longer than usual.
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, they say. Riki seems to love playing with the fire he started, and you wondered, what more if he found you playing along but — he’s currently on the losing streak.
It was tempting. Something inside you was burning, an odd feeling that you’ve been ignoring for days ever since you walked into his museum. Should you just throw every rational thought you had and play along?
“What’s in for me then?” you asked and you noticed the way Riki’s eyes widened.
Yet, you remained calm and cold. Icy gaze staring at his hopeful one.
“What do you want?” he asked, voice deeper than usual.
It felt luring, like an angel asking for your prayers. His words plead with temptation and desperation. It felt as if you had asked him to be on his knees and beg, he’d be happy to do so.
The thought made you dizzy. You wondered about it —would he be no different than your ex-husband? Was there a reason why Heeseung chose a younger wife? You knew that your answer would only be answered by no one other than you.
“Take me to your studio.”
-
Riki’s studio was clean. It smelled oddly like oil paint and old newspaper. Nevertheless, it was spacious, with a lot of empty canvases on the side and painting tools compiled on a corner.
Riki watched as you looked around the studio before glancing at him. His breath halted. He couldn’t believe it. You’re here in his studio. After weeks of chasing after you, and flirting with you, you walked into his trap. Now, all he wants is nothing but to just grab his materials and draw the most beautiful painting he could ever do.
“Your studio looks nice and clean,” you wondered, glancing at him who kept a casual appearance even though deep inside he was sweating hard. “It doesn’t look like someone suffered painting a piece here.”
“I keep my things clean post-painting,” Riki shrugged. “I don’t like unorganised things.”
You only hummed at his words. “You want to paint me right, Mr. Nishimura?”
“Of course, if you’d let me.”
You smirked for a second, until it formed into a vixen smile as you stared at him for too long, you could see how his throat bobbed.
“Well, there’s one thing that has been one of my interests for years,” you pondered. “Having a nude painting.”
Riki choked on his own saliva and you faintly chuckled. “Flustered?”
“Surprised you said that,” he cleared his throat, watching you wander around his studio, he could feel himself getting nauseous at the thought of you.
His eyes never left you, watching every movement you do, he couldn’t help but to hold his breath as you stopped in the middle of the studio wherein the lights highlight you as the masterpiece in the whole room.
You looked at him as your hands reached out for the zipper on the side of your dress, slowly you pulled it down and without missing a beat, let it drop on the floor.
You stood there in your glory — naked and vulnerable, left with your black seamless panty as your eyes locked on the young painter who was left stunned. If it wasn’t enough your fingers traced the hem of your panty and slowly slid it down to your feet.
Riki stood there frozen as you only approached him with confidence. Alluring and tempting like you’re the greatest sin he could ever commit. He could feel the oxygen leaving his body as you stood an inch closer to him, hands strumming his chest which made him gulp out of nervousness.
“Would you guide me, Mr. Nishimura?” you asked softly yet seductively.
“You’re driving me crazy Ms. l/n,” he chuckled.
“Scared?”
“Of my own urges? Would it scare you if I say yes?”
“But I do want a painting by the end of the day,” you smiled at him and Riki could only compromise.
Riki led you to a long couch in his studio wherein the sun gleamed in the afternoon — which completely kissed your skin as you lay there naked, hair sprawled on your shoulders. You had one arm resting on your stomach while the other one lay above your head. Closing your eyes, you breathe into the cold air as you lifted one leg while the other one lay flat on the couch.
Riki was a few steps away from you, in front of his easel stand where a canvas board was placed, prepared to be filled with your colors. The younger man had his palette on his right hand and a brush on his left hand, eyes darting at you who only relaxed at the warmth of the sun.
“You seem nervous,” you mumbled, eyes still closed as the position felt comfortable and relaxing.
“I have to make sure that everything’s perfect.” Riki answered, he dabbed his brush on the oil paint, mixing colors together before he started to paint on the canvas. Careful as his eyes kept on darting on you at every minute. He holds on his palette tight as he dabs his brush back in the oil paint.
The studio fell under a serene silence. All you could hear was the faint hum of the air conditioner along with the subtle strokes of Riki’s brush against the canvas. You almost fell asleep on the spot — you failed to notice how relaxed and safe you were in your most vulnerable skin, in front of the man you swore was a walking pest for you.
Your hands drafted on your chest, palms closed near your heartbeat faint and soft, Riki didn’t say a word when you moved but instead he kept on going. He glances at you minute by minute as his talent did everything to capture the view in front of him.
“Have you tried realistic portraits?” you couldn’t help but to break the silence in the middle of the session. “Seems like you’re having a hard time painting a portrait.”
“This is my first time,” Riki confessed, and yet his hands never stopped. “Don’t worry about me, art takes time nevertheless.”
“Should I be scared?” you asked.
“No, of course not, there’s no way I am going to let this be imperfect,” he assured and you didn’t answer for a second.
“But what if your subject itself was imperfect?”
Riki stopped. He looked at you whose head had turned away, eyes darted on the window, staring at the view of the studio’s front yard, your lips formed thin as you wondered why those words came out of your mouth.
“That’s such nonsense,” Riki scoffed. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I see you are perfect — beautiful in such ways.”
“Then you think highly of me,” that’s when you glanced at him. “Should I remind you that I’m only human too? I am still flawed Riki, and you look at me as someone who’s perfect in everything — then, you don’t know me at all.”
Riki became quiet for a moment. A part of him was angry. How can someone like you could think of lowly of herself. If only, if only you could see yourself from his perspective, Riki hoped nothing more than to show you that you’re more than what his eyes could speak.
“Come here,” he dropped his palette and brushed, as he walked towards you, helping you stand up from the couch before carefully guiding you towards his canvas.
Riki didn’t say a word. He let you take a glance at the unfinished painting of his. There were no backgrounds nor props. It was just you — only you, naked yet divine. Your eyes closed and body at ease, hands on your chest just like earlier and how Riki managed to capture the change in your position shocked you.
“It’s —” you couldn’t even say it. Your pride got in the way. You didn’t like how Riki painted you so beautiful that you’re in awe of it.
“How?” you asked instead.
“Muses keep the artist alive,” Riki answered. “whether worshipped or admired or inspired — an artist’s creativity never falters.”
His words cut deep through your heart. You weren’t able to say another word when you looked at it one last time before Riki had walked you back towards the couch. You’re suddenly hyperaware of him. How his hand brushed against your back and his figure behind you — so huge yet comforting in some ways.
“I told you,” Riki smiled, making you glance at him. “I see you’re perfect in such ways.”
“And just like I said,” you smiled back at him. “You think highly of me.”
“Maybe, because not even the goddess of beauty could match your beauty.” His hands darted on your face, fingers brushing against your cheeks, careful not to touch your bare skin as the two of you held a staring contest.
The tension was thick, you could feel it as you stare at Riki’s eyes — dark, hungry, and something inside him was fighting against his urges.
What he didn't know was you’re also holding back too.
“There you go again with your exaggerated compliments,” you taunted.
“You think I’m joking?”
“We’re playing a game aren’t we?” you asked.
He tilted his head amusingly, “We were? I thought you’re too old for stupid games.”
But you stepped closer to him. An inch close that Riki was taken back, despite the undeniable height gap between the two of you, you couldn’t help but to feel how you’re still in power between the two of you. It surprised you, but you suddenly felt the urge — to feel more of that power.
“Supposedly, but now, I am curious about the price of playing games with you.” you whispered.
“Why don’t you fuck around and find out?” he teased and you only chuckled at his answer.
“Maybe I do want to.” you smiled and immediately, Riki’s teasing smile faded.
You gave in.
The moment your lips landed on Riki’s lips was the moment you gave in. You’re now playing to win.
Riki’s back landed on the couch, almost stumbling back to sit while you bravely straddled on his lap, naked as his painted-smeared hands held the soft plush of your skin. His kisses were rough, eager, and loud, while yours were aggressive yet testing. Moans began escaping on his lips like he hasn’t touched a girl before —
That’s when you stop, looking at him who stared at you like the goddess of beauty herself offered you to him. His eyes glistened like millions of stars in the sky. That’s when your hands trailed on his face, tracing it softly as your red-painted nails caressed his cheeks.
“You want this right?” you asked, tone low and seductive.
“Ever since you walked inside my gallery, I knew that I wanted to have you,” he confessed, like a sin, and it gave you nothing but chills in your body. He looked at you like you were his greatest desire and that deeply burned you into your chest.
“Then you have to earn it.” you said to him before you locked him into another deep kiss — lustful and greedy, completely breaking down every wall you had built against him.
The studio became hot as you two continued making out on the couch. Sweat started to bead on your forehead as your lips travelled down on Riki’s jaws towards his neck which made him throw his head back with a breathy groan. Your hands busied itself on unbuttoning Riki’s blouse shirt, which made his hands tighten on your waist. You pushed it open and broke away from him.
“Hands down, you can’t touch me unless I told you so,” you ordered. “You want me right? Follow my instructions and I'll give you all.”
A whimper escaped on the younger’s lips before he nodded, removing his hold on you and placing his hands on his side, palm flat against the soft surface of the furniture. He watched as a faint smirk formed on your lips before your finger began tracing his sturdy chest, trailing it down to his refined abs that clenched against your feather touch, until you reached downwards to the obvious bulge in his slacks.
Your soft hands ghosted against it, and Riki could only make soft moans from his lips as the first press sent shivers down his spine. He was breathless as you started to palm it. Squeezing every inch your hands could hold, you looked at the younger male whose eyes shut tightly, the smirk on your lips widened as you unzipped his slacks before pulling it down enough to leave him on his boxers.
His cock was straining underneath the garments. Without any second thought, you pulled down his boxer, revealing his hard length, already red and leaking with pre-cum. You spat on your palm before wrapping your hands around his shaft, earning an airy whimper from Riki which made you stroke his cock at a fast pace.
“Fuck — fuck, fuck!” Riki lets out a string of curses as your hand does wonders around his cock. He tried to thrust upwards, but you straddled his hips down. Firm hands pushing his chest to relax as you squeezed his tip gently before stroking his cock once again.
“Stay still,” you commanded and Riki could only nod as another groan escaped his lips. He couldn’t do anything but to feel your hand stroke his dick faster then suddenly, slower — then proceed to stroke it fast once again. You were a fucking tease, squeezing his tip, thumbing his slit, and using his precum to lubricate his length more.
“Shit — please,” he stuttered, making you glance at him. He’s sweating hard, eyes shut as his tearline was already wet. You wanted to laugh at him. He was flushing red which amused you. Where did the confident and flirty Riki go?
There was an undeniable greed and lust brewing inside you as you watched Riki fall under you. You knew he was desperate to have you. But you didn’t think this would be the outcome — to let you control him in everything.
“Open your eyes,” and he was quick to obey too. Teary eyes staring at you while you fasten your stroke against his cock. His mouth was opened apart, only breathy moans and soft whines escaped his lips which only made you smile wider.
“Please,” he begged and you only cooed, your free hand cupping his cheeks as the tears strolled down from his eyes. Wiping the tears away as if you’re not the reason he’s a crying mess.
“You want to cum?” you asked so sweetly that it felt chilling. Riki feverishly nodded. You could feel him too, his body shaking and dick twitching. He’s about to cum. Any moment now, and he’s about to give in, he’s just holding back because of you.
“Fuck — I — god —” Riki wasn’t able to finish his words when you removed your hands. A choke cry left his lips as his dick stood there red, denied, and twitching.
“Look at you,” you hushed, gripping his face to look at you upwards. “You look so pathetic Riki, do you really want this?”
“Please! I’m begging you,” he pleaded as his desperation could be seen in his stare.
You chuckled darkly before you reached for his cock once again. Riki whined loudly as you stroke his dick all of the sudden. His head fell onto your shoulders, like he was seeking for your warmth as your hands continued its pace.
His hands could do anything but to form into knuckles on his side. Afraid of disobeying you, Riki could only do nothing but to feel your hands fuck his dick, his stomach tensing and breathing becoming unstable. He could feel it again, his orgasm coming —
“Fuck!” his voice echoed inside his studio as you removed your hands once again. The soft laugh escaping your hands before placing a kiss on his cheeks. Riki whimpered at the thought of being denied once again and yet, he remained from where he was seated.
“Poor boy, couldn’t even try to cum because of me,” you teased as you planted a kiss on his lips. Soft and tender as you separated, you caught how Riki reached for you.
“Relax, I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry,” you assured before you pushed him to lean against the headboard. Clean hands cupping his cheeks softly, that you could feel his soft breathing relaxing against your touch.
Riki watched as you fixed your position, hips up enough before you grabbed his hard shaft. He watched as you lined his tip on your entrance and slowly sank down on his cock. The stretch was new for you, he’s big and girthy that it burned against your walls.
“Fuck — you feel so good,” you moaned as your tight pussy swallowed him whole, making you full as squirm around his cock. Adjusting to his size as soft exhales escaped your lips.
Riki couldn’t help but to reach for your body, in a snap, you swat it away and placed it on his side.
“No touching.” you reminded him coldly.
“But —”
“Riki.” you warned, staring at him who looked at you with pitied eyes.
“How could I not, when you look so beautiful in front of me?” he muttered and though his words had your heart skip a beat, you only stared at him deadpan.
“Flattery won’t take you anywhere,” you whispered to him. “But obedience will.”
You started moving. Grinding against his hard dick meanwhile the only thing he could do was watch you use him. Taking everything you give him, your pussy sucking his dick hard that it got him holding his breath, his hands turning red against his knuckles as he fights himself from cumming inside you.
“There you go, good boy,” you whispered darkly against his ears before you started bouncing onto his dick. Your wet pussy squelched against his hard shaft, the sound echoing inside the studio along with Riki’s whimpering cries.
“Y/n — fuck —”
“What?”
“N-noona, please,” he breathed and his begging only had your pussy twitching. The way he stuttered his words, calling you that word — something inside you was triggered.
So this is what it feels like to have control of your partner? It’s no wonder your ex-husband chose a younger significant other. They’d fall under your command in just a snap.
You thought that Riki was a different case. He was a man. You thought he was so desperate to have you that he’d do everything to dominate you — but instead, he’s desperate to have you so that he’s willing to submit himself to you.
That’s why a chuckle of disbelief escaped your lips. Men have never been nice to you. You were a woman and the only place that you had dominated was your company and its industry. Never in your life had you dominated Heeseung, and it never crossed your mind to even dominate a man.
But now, seeing how Riki beg, whine, and choke under everything you do, thrilled you — in the end, you still have power even outside your work.
“Hold it.” you ordered and it only made him whimper as you took all of him, harder and harsher. His cock kissing your cervix as you moans become more louder than before. Your right hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, tilting his head upwards to make him look at you.
“Shit.” Riki groaned loudly and the next thing you knew, you felt warm liquid spilling inside your pussy. You stopped your actions as his hot cum continued spurting inside you, filling your insides all of the sudden.
“Fuck! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Riki begged, tears flowing from his eyes as your hold on his hair loosen up.
“I told you to hold it,” you stated with a cold tone.
“I tried — I’m sorry, I just — you just feel so good,” he excused but a click on your tongue was the only thing you could do.
“And here I thought you’d do anything for me.” you said with a disappointed tone.
“I do, please, I’m sorry! I’ll do anything please.” Riki pleaded. His cries became loud while your gaze remained on him.
“Anything you said?” you asked, and without any second thought, Riki nodded.
So you began moving your body once again, you felt Riki stiffening beneath you. His cock was still rock hard despite having to cum.
“W-wait, what are —”
“Don’t fucking move, I haven’t get to cum yet,” you stated before moving up and down. Grinding against his cock as Riki started to shake against your hold.
“Stop —”
“You said you’d do anything right? Now don’t move and let me use your dumb cock.”
Riki could only whimper. Your hands rested on his shoulders, nails digging on it deep as you bounced on his cock, eager for it to brush against your sensitive spots. Your pussy’s wet and loud, mixed with both of your juices, you continued your ministrations, trying to chase after your high.
“Slow down please,” Riki begged. He could feel his dick twitching and aching, hard as your warm walls engulf around him.
You brought your clean hands to muffle his mouth, dark eyes staring at him as your hips fastened its movement.
“You know what I like in a guy? When they’re quiet and don't tell me what to do. You’d do that for me Riki? Stay pretty and quiet like a doll while I use your dick to get me off?” you asked with your most rotting sweet tone. You watch as Riki’s eyes gleam with desire and mercy, nodding eagerly, making you smile.
“Good, let’s put you to use don’t we? You’re fucking me good baby, my good, good boy,” you taunted as you could feel your body becoming more sensitive. Your stomach’s curling and movement getting sloppy.
You removed your hands from his mouth before locking it with your lips which he reciprocated with much aggressiveness, both leaving hefty moans against the wet kisses as you quickened your pace, chasing after your orgasm as you felt Riki’s heavy breaths against your mouth — he’s near too.
“You’re going to cum?” you asked against his lips.
“Please — I’ll be good — fuck, please let me cum,” he begged and you only kissed his lips one last time.
“Cum with me baby, fill me good with your cum,” you ordered, and with a harsh thrust, you squeezed on his cock tight that it triggered Riki’s orgasm along with yours.
Both of you could feel the overwhelming sensation of the high, louder moans filling the studio, but that didn’t stop you from bouncing on his cock, you continued moving until Riki’s became messier underneath you. You’re eager to milk his shaft dry as you continued to fuck both of you into your highs.
The studio was warm and smelled like sex once you stopped. You lean on Riki’s shoulders as both of you are catching your breath. Riki couldn’t help but to rest his head on the headboard, tired and fucked-out, as his hands finds itself around your waist, in which you didn’t mind as you snuggled closer to his body.
“You alright?” he asked, strong hands rubbing warmly your back meanwhile a soft exhale escaped your lips.
“Yeah.” you shortly replied.
“Did I do a good job?” he asked once again, making you lift your head, looking at him, you only smiled as you planted a kiss on his lips.
“You’d do good if you help me clean up.” you teased.
Riki didn’t hesitate. He helped you get off his lap, mixtures of liquid spilling out of your pussy, which only made the younger blush hard.
“Noona — if you let me —”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“I’d clean you up,” he offered. “If you let me.”
Before you could say another word, he laid you down on the couch, kneeling in front of you as he spread your legs wide.
“Riki —”
“I want to make you feel good, please,” he requested, hands already on your thighs which left you with no choice.
“Fine.”
With that, Riki didn’t hesitate to lick a strip on your pussy. Tasting both his cum and yours, he didn’t care about the odd taste as he licked gently, moaning against your pussy as his tongue flicked against your entrance up to your clit.
“Fuck,” your moans began to fill the studio and Riki hold onto it like his pride that’s why he cleaned off your pussy fast and eager, slurping at every liquid his tongue could taste. Eager like a dog in heat, he buried his face close to your cunt.
“Right there Riki — shit! You’re doing good baby,” you cooed, which only earned a strong lick from him. His tongue doing wonders in your pussy, licking your entrance and swiping right on your clit. Giving it much attention makes you shake underneath his touch. His hands gripped on your thighs tightly, spreading your legs wider as he continued his ministrations.
You couldn’t help but to hold onto Riki’s hair as your hips started to thrust upwards to meet his tongue, you could only shut your eyes close as your curses escaped your lips.
“Cleaning me good like a good boy you are, fuck Riki —” you softly said as you could feel your body shaking because you’re all over sensitive.
Riki didn’t stop, but instead used his tongue deep inside your entrance, protruding and sucking your pussy clean. He continued bobbing his face to meet your thrust, his nose bumping on your clit on purpose which only left you moaning and shaking in pleasure.
“Oh my — gonna cum — ah!” your legs began shaking, toes curling and body twitching as your second orgasm came crashing down, you were a crying mess as Riki continued sucking your pussy harshly, drinking every juice it emits, his hold on you tight as you whine in pain for the overwhelming sensation.
With a harsh tug, you lifted Riki’s face from your core. He looks at you with his glistening eyes and mouth and chin filled with your slick.
“Get up,” and he only did what you told him.
“Did I do good?” he asked once again.
A breathy chuckle escaped your lips, “it was perfect.”
Riki only smiled at your words before locking his lips on your once again. You kissed him back without any hesitation, tasting yourself on his lips as your arms wrapped around his neck and tugged him closer to your warmth.
-
“Something’s inaudibly different about you,” Sunoo pointed out.
You looked at him, before darting your stare back at your computer desk. “What are you talking about?”
Sunoo was quiet for a second. He was observing you like you’re a criminal in an interrogation room. “You had that glow in your face, the same one you had when you first started dating Heeseung. It’s also the same as when you two got married.”
“You’re talking nonsense.”
“You look relaxed, lighter, and happier — did something between you and Riki? Oh my god, you two had sex didn’t you!? That’s a post-sex glow!” he shouted.
“Oh my — office volume please,” you warned but Sunoo clapped insanely as the smile on his face became wide. “So you let the kid bang you.”
You scoffed, but the smirk on your lips was obvious. “More like the other way around.”
“Oh? Oh — you? I mean not surprising though,” Sunoo thought for a moment. “You ended up doing what I told you.”
“Which is?”
“Doing what your ex-husband did.”
“Went to the younger one?”
Sunoo nodded, and that stopped you for a second.
“It’s just sex — not marriage with all the scandals.” you looked at him. “I know what I am doing.”
“So you’re just fucking around.” your best friend clarified.
“Am I not allowed to?”
Sunoo shook his head as an answer. “No, no, of course not, just be careful — situationships are hard, and I am telling you this as a best friend who's concerned about your feelings and image. You don’t want the public to criticize you more, right?”
“Of course,” you breathe. You’re not a reckless person. You knew what you were getting into when you started to play along with Riki. “Thank you, I understand where you’re coming from.”
“Right, just be extra careful and you know, enjoy whatever setup you and Riki have.” your best friend advised one last time.
Sunoo’s words got into you throughout the whole day.
You didn’t even notice it — but Riki did.
“Care to share what you’re thinking of?” Riki asked, his hands never stopped on your portrait while you lay on the same couch where a lot of things happened a few days ago.
“It’s nothing that should concern you,” you brushed off.
“But it concerns you,” Riki rebutted. “Come on, we have all night here.”
“You’re dropping me off at my place at eleven.”
“That’s too bad, I wanted to keep you here.” he smiled.
You only rolled your eyes at his words. The room fell into silence once again as Riki continued his work, he didn’t pry further and it made you wonder how he’s so observant about you.
“Have you always been like this?” you asked.
“Like what?” he asked back, still focused on his painting.
“Observant.”
Riki chuckled. “It’s not hard when my subject’s expression is off.”
“My expression you say?” you hummed at his words. “That’s odd. People always say that I am cold. I always wore a neutral expression and the only expressions I could make were annoyed and disgusted.”
“Maybe you don’t show much of yourself to others, you only show your true self to the people you trust.” Riki pointed out.
“You think I’ve shown my true self to you just because I show an off expression?”
Riki stopped. He peaks over his canvas and stares at you for a minute before smiling. You stopped your trances when Riki places down his palette and paintbrush on the side. He walked towards you who sat up on the couch immediately.
Instead of sitting beside you, Riki squatted in front of you, head up looking at you observingly before he traced your face.
“It’s a pleasure to see that you’ve shown different expressions when it’s just the two of us.” he stated.
“Such as?”
“Bothered, relaxed, satisfied —” his stare darkened. “Pleasured.”
You hummed to his answer. “Which one do you like the most?”
“I haven’t seen it yet.”
Your forehead creased.
“I haven’t seen you happy yet,” Riki confessed, and you only stared at him, stunned with his answer.
“Maybe someday,” you told him, even though you’re unsure when it will happen. “Will you be patient?”
Riki stands up and leans a kiss on you. Something short and sweet that happened in a blink. “If it means waiting for eternity, then I would be happy too.”
You only blinked at his words. It was a hypothetical question which he answered with a promise. He left you there deep in thoughts as returned to his work, making you shift back to your old position before the room fell into utter silence once again.
It was past eleven when you decided to call it a night. After a takeout of ramen and gyoza, you’re getting ready to leave his studio when you open your bag and remember something.
“Here,” you handed Riki a small red envelope, thick and faintly smelled like rose.
“What is this?” he asked as he accepted the envelope.
“An invitation to the Metro Gala Ball,” Riki heard of it, "The Metro Gala Ball is the annual gala ball held by your company. A private yet public event that’s exclusive and knit-tight. You’re the host of the ball and there’s not a year where you exceeded last year’s event.
Every celebrity would die to receive an invitation from you. You hand-picked the guests yourself. Powerful names in the business industries, celebrities from different categories — films, music, fashion, and even sports. You’re selective and weren't the type to hand out invitations to anyone.
With Riki receiving one, it means that his name is known to you.
“Woah,” it was the only thing he could say as he opened the envelope and grabbed the thick paper inside that contained the details and dress code.
“Be in your best behavior there Riki,” you told him and he quipped his head at you with an offended look on his face.
“Why would you say that to me?” he asked, appalled.
“Because my ex-husband will be there.” you informed.
Riki’s forehead creased. “You invited your ex-husband?”
“He’s a well-known businessman, and his wife is the current trending idol-model, it’ll cause a stir if I don't invite them,” you shrugged. “For formality.”
“Should I keep you company then?” he suggested, and you only smiled.
“No Riki, this is an opportunity for you to mingle with potential clients and sponsors,” you told him. “I am doing you a favor.”
“But I want to dance with you there,” he whined, like a kid asking for candy and the act only made you roll your eyes.
“The ball doesn’t require any dance.” you pointed out.
“Well, will I still see you there?” his hands crept onto your hands, fingers intertwining as the warmth immersed between the two of you. Something about his gesture felt soft and gentle — quickly, you could feel your heart’s betrayal due to its rapid beating.
You blinked, looking at him as you only nodded slowly. “Of course.”
-
The night of the gala ball had arrived.
Photographers, reporters, and hosts are on the entrance of the convention hall who took pride in hosting your annual ball.
You arrived last. Stepping out of the limousine, you exit the vehicle alone. You wore a vintage gown lent by one of your sponsored brands. A fiery red gown that perfectly shaped your figure. You wore it along with your hair down and clean makeup.
You were welcomed by the cameras flashing, the photographers screaming your name, and reporters announcing your arrival. You only flashed your professional smile as you did a few poses before arriving inside the hall wherein guests stopped what they were doing the moment you entered the place.
All eyes were on you — the most powerful women not only in the hall, but all in the media and publishing industry. Your words hold every weight and power. For years of running your magazine, you have done nothing but to be brutally honest that everyone either hates you or respects you.
Sunoo guided you towards the stage where you gave your welcoming speech. A small smile and eloquent words were given throughout your speech, not a single word stuttered out of your lips. With a glass of wine in your right hand, you raised a toast to officially open the event.
Then came the socializing part. A lot, of course — a lot of people would love to strike a conversation with you. You knew that you’re in for the whole night. The fake smiles and backhanded compliment, you continued putting your senses on every conversation you had from different strangers, hoping that you wouldn’t end up bored or annoyed.
You had escaped a few strangers when Sunoo had dragged you to talk to you. Thankfully, your best friend knew when you shut down and from time to time, he would drag you to converse with him along with your secretary.
“Excuse me,” the three of you stopped when a masculine voice interrupted your conversation.
To your shock, it was your ex-husband who’s standing in front of you. Looking lavish in his navy blue suit and tie — it looks custom-made especially when it’s hard to not notice the entranced details on his suit.
“Can I borrow y/n for a moment?” he asked.
“Only if she wants to,” Sunoo sassed.
“It’s fine,” you answered. The two of them who only nod at your request, leaving you and your ex-husband alone in that place.
“Congrats y/n,” Heeseung started. “Extravagant yet polished as always, just like the way you like it.”
“Thank you, I do hope you’re enjoying the ball, I heard you just got back from your honeymoon,” you said.
“Santorini was a beau, you should go there sometimes,” he laughed.
“Maybe when I retire from this industry,” you joked and Heeseung merely laughed.
“Your wife’s not clinging on you tonight, a shocker,” you quipped.
“She’s talking to some model friends of hers,” Heeseung turns to his right, glancing at his younger wife who’s sharing laughs with her same-age friends. You noticed how clear her glass was compared to the rosy tint of pink wine of the ball.
“She’s pregnant,” Heeseung announced, and that made you glance at him. “A month pregnant.”
You nod. You could feel your heart palpitating at the news. It felt bitter in your heart but the only thing you could do was click your tongue and nod as you stare at Heeseung, a proud yet small smile on his lips.
“Congratulations then,” you told him, trying hard not to sound bitter at all. “You got what you want. I hope you’re happy now.”
“Thank you,” he quipped. “I don’t see your boyfriend around, afraid to show him to the world?”
You laughed, a sarcastic one. “He’s not my boyfriend Heeseung.”
“Really? What is he to you? Some kid you play with?” he mocked. “I guess you really had a change of heart and went for the younger ones.”
“He keeps following me around, the more I push him the more he wants to be in my life,” you answered. “Does it ring a bell?”
“Sounds like your type of man,” Heeseung teased and you only rolled your eyes.
“More like you guys couldn’t accept rejection.”
“Hey, you rejected me once but look what led us,” Heeseung laughed and you chuckled in disbelief.
“Yes, divorced,” you took a sip on the wine. “If I had known this would be our outcome, then I shouldn’t have given you a chance.”
“You know the divorce wasn’t just my fault,” Heeseung stated with a serious tone.
You stared at him a second, a bitter smile forming on your lips. “Right, because I am incapable. If not, cold and heartless who wouldn’t comply with your wishes.”
“I thought I could change you, but you’re just stubborn.” he answered back.
That’s when you laughed, “change me? With what? The traditional bullshit of being a housewife? I run a company Heeseung, I have a reputation and my name’s something people quiver when heard. You think I’d exchange all of that to become a submissive housewife of yours?”
“That’s not what I want you to do.”
“That’s how I felt.” That's when you heave out a sigh. “What’s the point of arguing this? You’re married Heeseung, and your wife’s fucking pregnant, do we really have to talk about this all over again when this is the reason why we divorced.”
“See, that’s the problem with you, you avoid the problem instead of facing it, you never listened to me nor acknowledge what I feel because you only care about your feelings.” Heeseung argued, his tone becoming higher and angry. “You’re not cold nor heartless, you’re selfish too.”
You only stared at him deadpan. “Maybe I am selfish, and maybe I am incapable of loving someone. It doesn’t matter to me though.”
“You just proved my point,” he breathed. “And just like what you did to me, you’d throw that boyfriend of yours in just a snap, once you see him useless in your life.”
“Throw you away? Like it wasn’t you who delivered the divorce papers in my office —”
“Is he bothering you?” you felt a figure shadowing you from behind. That’s when you realized that it was Riki and it had only sinked into you that this was the first time you saw him in the ball — you didn’t seem to notice him or maybe, you were just too overwhelmed with everything that you failed to look for him.
And talking about right timing, he just happened to show up during your argument with your ex-husband. The scene made Heeseung laugh, “oh look, prince charming’s here.”
“Dude fuck off,” Riki barked and it only made Heeseung chuckle harder.
“I’m older than you, have some respect, dude.” the older man ordered.
“I don’t respect you when clearly you’re bothering y/n.”
“Where are your manners kiddo? Did y/n teach you proper decorum before attending this ball?” your ex-husband taunted.
“Shut up.”
“You fuck off dude, we’re having a conversation here and you’re interrupting it, acting like her boyfriend or something —”
“Heeseung, shut up,” you couldn’t help but to butt in, glaring at your ex-husband before giving the younger one a stare. “Riki, calm down please.”
“Can’t tame your boy toy y/n? Look at him barking at me, when I’m just talking to you.” but Heeseung didn't listen, and instead, he continued with his words.
“You’re insulting her, I could see it,” Riki defended, stepping in for you who was pushed behind his back.
“You’re too protective for someone who’s not even her boyfriend.”
“Heeseung, stop it.” you warned once again.
“Like you didn’t say to me earlier that he’s not your boyfriend,” he cornered before taking a sip of his wine. “Word of advice kid, from man to man, don’t live to your fantasies of y/n.”
“You don’t tell me what to do.” Riki angrily spoke.
Heeseung smirked before glancing at you. “Just saving you from the heartbreak, kid, she’s incapable you know? Her words, not mine, by the way.”
Riki’s forehead creased, “the fuck you mean?”
“Oh? She hasn’t told you, I guess she doesn’t trust you enough.”
“Shut up.” You gritted your teeth, glaring at your ex-husband who fell deaf to your warnings.
“Take it or leave it man, the rumors of her being a coldless monster is true —”
Heeseung wasn’t able to finish his sentence when Riki’s fist landed on his jaw, earning a commotion from the crowd. The older man laughed as he stumbled a few steps. Remaining on his balance, he only stared at the younger man whose fists were red.
“I guess someone forgot to tie a leash on their pet,” Heeseung mocked.
“Take it back —”
“Riki that’s enough,” you told the younger, blocking him from taking another punch on your ex-husband. Heeseung didn’t move either, his wife was already holding his arms too.
The crowd gathered on the four of you. Whispers and words began to spread meanwhile some had the nerve to take out their phone to take a picture. You couldn’t help but to heave out a sigh, leaving with no choice but to pull Riki away and leave the venue.
-
The door of your penthouse closed in a loud slam, you dropped your bag on the couch before proceeding towards the kitchen. Riki was behind you, quiet yet pissed as all he could think of was that he wasn’t able to punch your ex-husband enough after insulting you.
You opened your fridge out of frustration, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging on it. Riki remained at a distance, staring at you who wore nothing but a disappointed expression.
“Noona —”
“You ruined the party Riki, you were careless,” you lectured.
Riki didn’t say a word, he watched as you took another large chug on your water bottle before placing it down on the kitchen counter.
“This gala ball is important to me. It’s my image and reputation — I expect you to behave well, I put my trust in you —”
“You’re making it like I was acting like a fucking kid back there,” Riki defended
“Because you are,” you crossed your arms. “You let Heeseung’s words get into your mind —”
“He’s insulting you.”
“And I don’t care about what he said.”
“I care, everything he said to you — it’s insulting not only for you, but for me too.” Riki pointed out and as much as you wanted to be flattered with his words, you remained quiet because deep down — Heeseung was right.
“He’s not insulting me Riki,” you stated. “Heeseung was just telling the truth.”
“What truth?”
“That I’m incapable.”
“You’re confusing me.”
The weight on your shoulders became heavy. You only stared at him as you leaned at the counter, looking for support. Your lips turned thin as the aching feeling on your heart started to grow.
“Do I really have to tell you about it?” you whispered.
You noticed how Riki’s forehead creased.
“What do you mean?”
“Riki, I am infertile.” you confessed.
Silence took over for a whole minute. Riki stood there frozen as your confession replayed in his mind on a loop.
“What?” he asked, trying to process everything you just said.
“I can’t have kids Riki, my body’s couldn’t — I could never, not even second options could help me,” you told him, crossing your arms like what you just said was nothing heavy. “You think Heeseung and I are incompatible? We divorced because I couldn’t bear children.”
“And you let him get away with it?” Riki asked, almost offended.
“Rather than have him tied up in a childless marriage, what else could I do?” you shrugged. “There are things you’d do for love —”
“Love? Fuck, you still love him right? That’s why you let him insult you, step on you because you still love him.” he accused.
“And if I do? Will it change how you see me? Are you going to stop pursuing me now, knowing that my heart still beats for my ex-husband?”
“You’re fucking kidding me? You still love him despite insulting you? What am I then? You’re fooling around with me!?” Riki lashed out.
“I told you many times, that I am not interested in love anymore, and to answer your question, no, I don’t love Heeseung anymore,” you clarified.
“Then what’s stopping you from being with me?”
“I told you Riki many times, you’re too young for me. You’re a rookie in the art industry, you have a long way to go, I am not going to let your career be ruined by me.” you explained
“Ruined by you? If it means being with you, I don’t mind.”
“You’re fucking pathetic.”
“Damn right I am,” he looked at you, smiling like a madman he was. “And I don’t fucking care if you can’t have kids, that’s your body, it’s your choice to have kids. I just want you.”
You became quiet for a minute. Deja vu rushed and damn, it made your heart shrill in pain.
“You’d say that right now, but then there will come a time where you’d think of having a family, having your own children and blood, and I’m telling you right now, if that’s what you want, I can’t give you that.” you softly said yet your tone was pricked with bitterness.
But Riki reluctantly shook his head. “That’s not what I have in my mind right now, all I care about is you.”
“Of course you don’t,” you interjected immediately. “But time will tell, people change and the next thing you know, you’d want kids and I’d repeat myself for you. I can’t give you that.”
“Why are you telling me this? Why are you pushing me all of the sudden?”
“Because you reminded me so much of Heeseung,” you admitted. A cold statement that you hated so much as your ex-husband’s name slipped out of your lips.
Riki’s eyes widened. Your clasp on your arms tightened, nails digging on your skin as you kept yourself composed.
“You are just the same as my ex-husband when we first met. He was a charmer, a flirt — a man of persuasion that god damn, I had fallen for him without me knowing.” you started and you hated how memories came crashing down like tsunami. Every moment with your ex-husband felt so right that you were assured that he’d be the one for you.
“I told him about my situation, I couldn’t bear his children and he was okay with it.” You confessed. “When we got married, suddenly, he wanted a family. I felt betrayed because I thought he was content with just the two of us.”
“I’m not like him,” Riki gritted his teeth. “It's insulting for me that you think that I am like your asshole of an ex-husband.”
You shake your head in disagreement. “You two are just so alike that it scares me to fall for your charm — but here I am and now I’m scared that if I let you in my life longer, there will still come a day where you’d betray me the same way he betrayed me.”
“You think lowly of me then.”
“I must be,” you admitted. “Because you’re young and free and persistent, but once you mature and decide for yourself, you’d realise that you could’ve done better.”
Riki stared at you. For a minute no one talked, only your eyes spoke for each other. Riki noticed it, the way your eyes softened out of piety and desperation. He understood what you meant. He was defeated by the fact that you think lowly of yourself just because of your past — yet, a part of him was hurt, because no matter how hard he tries, you couldn’t take him seriously.
“When are you going to see me as your equal? Not some kid fooling around and charming his way to be your significant other? When are you going to realize that I am serious when it comes to you and I may have sounded pathetic and foolish through my words, but I am telling you, I like you from the very start — I may be in love with you right now. If that’s not enough for you, then what do you want me to do to prove my love for you?”
You remained quiet due to Riki’s confession. Your heart stopped as all you felt was how speechless you were hearing those words that came out of his lips.
You should’ve been happy hearing those words. It felt assuring despite the desperation on his tone. Riki was willing to fight for you, but all you could feel was deja vu. The same confessions, same sentiments four years ago — and now, you’re scared that it might happen all over again.
Your lips moved, because the longer you stay in whatever you two had, the more you’re going hold Riki back to a future that he deserves.
“Nothing Riki,” you mumbled to him. “Nothing could ever make me look at you the way you want me to.”
“You’re just giving me reasons to walk away,” he pointed out.
“I am really giving you reasons,” you bitterly spoke. “I can’t love you no matter how much you try, I am a heartless monster, just like what the public portrays me to be.”
“Don’t say that —”
“I am telling you this as someone older than you,” you told him. “Just not me. You could never change me nor had me settle down. I am married to my company and love will never be my priority. Just give up now.”
“No.” Riki firmly stated. “I don’t want to let you go. I can prove to you that you can still love —”
“Just leave Riki.” you ordered. “Please.”
“You’re really decided?” he asked once again, almost inaudible.
“In the first place, I never had the intention of loving you,” you confessed. “You played with your own flames, Riki.”
Riki bitterly smiled, he glanced at you one last time before speaking, “just so you know, everything about us wasn’t a game for me.”
The door closed after a few seconds. You stood there frozen as you tried to process everything that just happened. A blink and two, you grabbed the water bottle and threw it in your trash can.
You returned to your bedroom, stripping off the gown all by yourself, you left it creased on the floor as you made your way towards your bathroom wherein you removed your makeup and took a cold shower to wash off tonight’s exhaustion.
You went to bed an hour later after finishing your nightly routine, covering yourself in your warm blanket, you couldn’t help but to curl into a fetal position as the silence deeply devoured you.
The first tear dropped not a few minutes ago, then came the broken and held-back sobs — not until it burst. You cried so loud that it echoed inside your room. You felt pathetic as you curled closer to your own skin, crying in your cold bed which felt huge for you, as the only thing you could think of was how lonely your life is.
-
The fight was all over the news but you didn’t bother acknowledging it.
Your ex-husband made a statement. Of course, along with the scripted words and sorry face as if he wasn’t the one who pushed Riki’s button. Meanwhile, Riki remained quiet on his own, which relieved you. You’re scared that the media might be harsher to him compared to Heeseung.
All you did was bury the news, especially when the ball was tied to your name and in the years of hosting the gala ball, this was the first time a fight occurred. What's funnier was that it was because of you.
Great. You should’ve removed Heeseung from your guest list and you should’ve pulled Riki away the moment Heeseung opened his mouth.
But then again, why are you the one who’s going to fix the mess those dumb guys started? You could only shake your head as you finished your statement. Stating that everything happened because of a small misunderstanding. Small misunderstanding my ass, if only you could say that your ex-husband was an asshole and Riki was immature for getting it inside his head, then you could’ve been having a peaceful post-gala ball week.
Nonetheless, it didn’t even tip off your crown nor did it ruin your image for a bit. For the public, it’s even a more juicy detail; two men fighting over you, a love triangle in the making they say, which sounded more stupid than you’d imagine.
You remained quiet for the past few days. Focused on other priorities and next month's issues. You kept your mind distracted with the hundreds of tasks and meetings, hoping it’ll drown away the loneliness you’ve been feeling.
But it doesn’t help going home to an empty penthouse — so huge and cold with you living alone, it only shows you how you may be everything, but couldn’t have everything. Days passed by and only did it cross your mind whether this is the fate of other female CEOs like you. Powerful, independent, and charismatic in public — yet, lonely deep inside.
“Sunoo you got to be honest with me,” you started.
You convince yourself that your loneliness wasn’t because of him. You had enough to accompany you — your family, your best friend, maybe you need time off from the office and just talk to them in hopes to fill your emptiness.
That’s why you ended up in a quiet bistro with your best friend, sharing plates of steak and red glass of wine.
“What is it chief?” Sunoo asked.
You became quiet for a moment, eyeing on your wine glass before saying, “Am I useless? Just because I can’t have kids.”
“Well, do you want to have kids?”
“I don’t actually. I was twenty-one when they told me about my condition, from there, I had accepted that I could never have kids,” you casually explained. “It’s just, I hated how no matter how powerful and reputable I am, it’s all useless because I couldn’t be a wife and mother — it's like that’s the standard of my womanhood.”
“Since when have you thought of that? That never crossed your mind,” Sunoo raised an eyebrow. “Unless, you’re thinking about settling in.”
You shake your head, “I don’t know, I thought I’d be satisfied with my job and company. I like how people respect me, I even like it when they’re scared of me, but still — I feel like it will never be enough for me.”
“Do you want to resign?” your best friend asked.
That made you chuckle as you took another sip. “Fuck no, I spent the last five years running this company, there’s no way I am giving this up.”
“Then where does this conversation lead us?”
“Nothing, just a random thought — blame it on the alcohol,” you merely chuckled. “I just thought about whether things would’ve been different if I wasn’t like this.”
“Like what? Cold? Heartless? Infertile?” Sunoo dramatically sighed before massaging his temples. “Y/n, don’t you ever think of having a change of heart just because of your past mistakes when it comes to guys. Do I really need to give you the pep talk about this?”
You only stare at him for a second before laughing, “if this pep talk is about an hour long, then I don’t need it.”
“Good, because I am not going to be that best friend of yours who wanted to see you getting hurt by those assholes.” Sunoo smiled and although his comforting words eased you, it didn’t help any of your worries at all.
Maybe this time, companionship isn’t what your heart is desiring.
“Sunoo, am I unlovable?” you asked and the question made your best friend stop.
“Why would you even think of that? Is this because of Riki?”
You shook your head as an answer. “No, it’s not just about him — it’s — nevermind, forget I said it.”
“Y/n, you deserve to be loved, and to be loved, they need to accept everything, I meant everything about you. You’re not unlovable because you’re lacking something.” Sunoo’s hands reached for yours, holding it lightly, your best friend gave you a fond smile which you found serene. “I know that someday, you’d find that person.”
“I thought of that same thing. Heeseung accepted me despite everything — then suddenly, he needed something I couldn’t give —”
“Y/n, Riki isn’t Heeseung, not all men are like Heeseung. I know that they may seem alike, but holding onto your ex-husband and your burden of not being able to have kids will be a hindrance for you to have another chance when it comes to love.”
“I’m just scared,” you admitted, and you hated how you’re suddenly vulnerable in front of Sunoo.
“Love is a risk chief,” Sunoo smiled. “Love is never an easy thing, and I just hope that if you meet him again, you’d open your heart instead of closing it.”
It was what you needed to hear. You nodded at Sunoo’s words as you quietly took a sip on your glass. Sunoo’s hands squeezed yours one last time before he shifted his attention to his own drink.
The rest of the night was filled with tranquil silence, your heart remained heavy with thought, but all you knew was that maybe this time was not for you.
-
Surely a month passed by would help you realize that you’d be contended with what you had, right?
Your name has slowly been out of the tabloids and articles. Thankfully, you pray for times like this. Every issue involving you had died down and although the past few weeks weren’t hell for you, you’re just glad that you’re not going to deal with any bullshit from gossipers and pot-stirrer websites.
It was Monday morning. You just parked your car in your usual spot when you hear a familiar ringtone. You quickly grabbed your phone and saw that it was Sunoo who’s calling you.
“What is it? I’m in the building already —”
“Stop, don’t go here, go to Aphrodite Hall, Ms. Miyawaki wanted to have a personal meeting with you about the upcoming event with the Park trades,” your best friend informed you.
Your forehead creased, “wait, that was today? I could’ve swore that it’ll be on Thursday.”
“Adjustments! Her secretary informed Wonhee last night about it, and she reached you through your email but also informed me because she knows that you don’t open your emails on Sunday,” your best friend explained.
“Suddenly?”
“She’d be leaving for Milan later in the afternoon and won’t be back until Friday, that’s why it was best to talk to you before her flight.”
“Fuck, I hate Mondays,” you complained.
“Take care on the way there chief~” with that, your best friend hung up the call and you had no choice but to turn on your car’s engine and drive away from your company building.
Deja vu came crashing into you as you arrived at the said hall. Parking in the underground parking, you sat there for a minute as you thought about Riki. This was the first place where you two first met. A funny yet annoying encounter for you. You wondered how he has been now — he’s been on radio silence ever since that night.
But you had enough dwelling in the past, you have moved on with your life and you wished that he’d do the same too.
Entering the elevator, you pressed the closed button and as the elevator went up, your heart skipped faintly as your anxiety started to heighten up.
The entrance of the hall was empty the moment you stepped outside the elevator. It was relatively quiet and oddly, you’d anticipated that your client would be welcoming you. But there were no people inside, not even their receptionist or guard — was Sunoo pranking you?
But the lights inside the main hall were open, you assumed that Ms. Miyawaki’s inside. You followed your instincts despite your nervous heart palpitating like it's on a race.
You pushed the glass door open and your jaw dropped on the floor. You were frozen from where you were standing at the sight of the painting in front of you.
The first thing you saw was you. Your painting — no, it wasn’t the nude painting you requested Riki. It was something else.
It was you during your visit to his first gallery launch, back shown but clearly, the outfit says that it was you because funny enough, you remember the outfit you wore that day. You stood there astonished as it had sinked into you that the gallery wasn’t that filled much with paintings, but was filled with all of you.
Your feet started to move. Looking at each painting one by one — some were portraits of you during your encounters with Riki while some are just portraits of you. Just you. As if the painter was painting you from his memory.
You remember how Riki doesn’t like to paint portraits but you couldn’t believe how ethereal his paintings were, it didn’t sink into you that all of these paintings were too beautiful to have you as its subject.
The moment you walked further into the room, that’s when you noticed a figure standing in front of a painting — your nude painting. You stopped — your mind went haywire and your heart stopped beating. You were frozen as you stared at the back of the man that you thought you were over now.
Riki was staring fondly at your painting. He had finished it all by himself and the result only left you appalled as you stared at the painting. What you’re seeing right now is his view every time you lay there on the couch. It’s soft — you looked relaxed and calm, a complete contrast to his other portraits of you. It shows vulnerability, and a sight that was only for him and you.
You couldn’t help but to move, hands clutched on your purse tightly as you stood beside Riki. Your heart started to beat in a rapid manner. You ignored the way Riki glanced at you for a second before returning his stare at the painting. The two of you stood there in silence, not knowing how to address each other nor wanting to acknowledge the suffocating tension between the two of you.
“I thought about what you said,” Riki started, breaking the ice. “You’re right. I was blinded by your image and everything. I was desperate for you, and hope I get recognized by you.”
“I did everything, even if it means ruining my image for you, I didn’t care that you’re cold and would push me away — heck, I was even thrilled to play games with you because for once, you noticed me and I am not going to stop until you looked at me the same way.”
Riki shifted his stare at you at the same time you looked at him. You noticed it immediately, how his eyeglasses couldn’t hide the eyebags underneath his eyes, he had aged in less than a month and poor boy, he had grown thin as his cheekbones started to pop out.
“That’s not love Riki, that’s obsession.” you stated.
“You’re right. I was pathetically obsessed with the idea of you, and now, it felt wrong — about us back then, felt wrong.”
You only stared at him, and Riki only smiled bitterly.
“It hurt me when you pushed me away that night. I craved for you — for your presence, your touch — fuck, you drove me insane.” he took a deep exhale, lips thinning as his eyes remained on you. “I wanted to remember everything about you because I don’t want to forget about you.”
That's when it hit you. The gallery, the paintings where every encounter was painted. All those paintings of every inch of your body and face were on display. Raw, vulnerable, and imperfect. An act of devotion of Riki to you.
“I didn’t paint all of this to win you back. But you were my muse and you brought me out of my artist block, I painted all of this just because I want to.” he explained and you nodded.
“And how did it make you feel?”
“I feel good, light, and satisfied. I was happy, because I was painting the image of the woman I love.” Riki muttered. “I was painting it during my deepest sorrow but seeing it right now, I was satisfied — the paintings, that’s how I see you, and I hope that’s how you see yourself too.”
“It's beautiful, you made me too beautiful,” you whispered.
“Well, you’re beautiful.”
“Even when I am incapable?”
“Flawed, heartless, or cold. Regardless of that, you’re everything I’d love to be with — for the rest of my life.” he stated and you swore that his words made your heart leap out of joy..
“That’s too much.” You stared at him, trying to remain composed even though you’re on the edge of exploding due to your suppressed feelings for him. “I don’t want you to revolve your life around me Riki.”
“Too late.”
“Riki, I am serious.” you scolded.
“Right, right, I’ll listen.” he chuckled, and you only let out a deep sigh.
“You’re a good man Riki, a talented painter, you have a long way to go and —” you stared at him for a minute before your lips moved. “Are you sure about me?”
“The moment you walked into my gallery, I wanted to have you,” he confessed. “But the moment you told me everything about you, all I wanted was to love you, to show you that you’re still worth loving despite all the flaws you had.”
You didn’t answer him immediately. You waited for more, because something inside him was holding back. Riki was afraid — afraid that even if he prepared a speech to show his love to you — you’d still reject him anyway.
His mind went blank as you stared at you. Expressionless, yet there’s a faint glimpse on your eyes — patiently, waiting for his words.
And that gave him hope.
“And you may look like the type of woman who doesn’t need a man but, just once, can you please open your heart to love again?” he managed to choke out a few words, Riki himself felt like it was a desperate plea but he couldn’t care less anymore. One month has passed, he’s not going to let you walk away especially when you walked inside his gallery first.
“What good will I gain from loving you then?”
“Do you need to gain anything when it comes to love? Can it be just something that will give you security and comfort? Someone you can run to? A home? Safety? Because I hate to say this to you, but it must feel so lonely that you’re used to your solitude when you can have more than that.” he subjected which completely dazed you.
Your lips trembled. Heart shaking as your breath became unsteady. You looked at Riki as you could feel your eyes getting wet.
“This is stupid, I shouldn’t have gone here,” you muttered to yourself, wiping the incoming tears harshly meanwhile Riki softly chuckled.
“You still look pretty even when you’re on the verge of crying.” Riki teased as his hands found their way to wipe away the tears.
“Flattery doesn’t get you nowhere —”
“I know, I know,” Riki nods. “But I hope my love does, and I am asking you one last time; can you give me another chance?”
“Will I be assured this time Riki? I am giving you a chance to walk away again, think about your future. Think about having kids and —”
“All I can see is you, and I know you’re scared, but I am not going to let you go through the same thing ever again.” he swore to you, and you could nod.
“There’s no turning back here.” you told him. “It’ll be just the two of us — no kids, no tiny riki or tiny me running around. Just the two of us.”
“Sounds like a dream for me,” with that, his hands found the round of your cheeks, cupping it gently as he made you look up at him. “All I need are your words. Everything about us is your choice.”
“I’m already crying, what else could I say?” you whispered.
A teasing smirk formed on his lips. “No, I need to hear it from you.”
“Stubborn kid.”
“You know me well noona.”
“Fine.” you only rolled your eyes. “Yes Riki, I — unfortunately, have fallen for you and it would hurt me to not give you another chance.”
With that, Riki grinned. “Fuck yeah.”
“I can’t believe that’s your response to my confession,” you complained, slapping his arms as he laughed at your words. “If this is what my relationship with you looks like in the incoming years, I’d take back —”
You weren’t able to finish your sentence when Riki leaned down for a kiss. A deep, tender one that had you grasping for breath that moment you two separated.
Riki’s smile was wide, he softly gazed as he said. “No more take backs noona. You’re mine now.”
“I guess you won your game” You stared at him and from there, he only gave you a smile as another kiss was stolen from yours. His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you close to his warmth wherein you feel yourself melting.
“Where’s my prize then?” he teased and you only scoffed in disbelief at how he managed to squeeze in another flirty jab to you.
Yet, you only pull him by his collar, locking your lips onto his once again while he leans down on you with much obligation, sharing a kiss full of love and yearning for each other.
𝓬rown prince!sunghoon x fem!reader ✦ cw : fantasy!au, royalty!au, strangers to enemies to lovers, forced marriage, religious themes (not real religion), dirt poor reader x disgustingly rich sunghoon, more to be added on finished work
synopsis — Born with nothing but a face the gods would envy, you're taken from the streets and crowned as the empire’s newest consort — a gift, they said, to their divine Crown Prince, Park Sunghoon.
In a palace built on lies, beauty is a curse — and love, the deadliest weapon.
teaser word count: 556, (wip is at 3k wc)
finished est word count: around 10k more or less
release on: end of november to early december
letters — a full story with proper outline and carefully constructed acts?!?! thats new for all4yoi xD!! anyway, this is me officially coming back to tumblr since I'm about to take my finals this week and next and have a short break from uni yay ha ha.. the daddy diaries resume once I get my spark back for it! >.<
"That your sunlight may guide us to a kinder day." and just as you placed the glass of wine down, the chalice's gold reflected, shining in your face briefly. For a heart beat, the world glowed gold.
Then a sudden gust of wind tore through the air — your hood fell back, hair whipping across your cheek.
Unbeknownst to you, not far from you stood a tall priest, watching the light shine in your face as he froze, his lips moving moving around a prayer that was half a gasp, half awe.
"The Sun's gaze.." he whispered. "It's found her."
People who overheard him stopped, following his stare. The cheers faltered. The drums went silent. Only the hurried beat of footsteps filled your ears as the priest approached.
You clutched the empty basket to your chest, fumbling to pull the cloak back over your head.
The priest stopped before you, his breathing shallow, eyes wide as if he were witnessing something holy.
"Child, raise your head." he ordered gently, his deep voice filling the silence of the town. You could feel everyones eyes on you, yet you kept your gaze on the ground, desperate to leave, to run home — to your mother waiting patiently for your return.
"I said.. raise your head." the priest repeated firmly, though there was no anger, only disbelief.
Slowly, you lifted your chin. The moment your eyes met his, another shaft of sunlight caught your face. The moment he caught it, he stumbled back and clutched his sun pendant around his neck like it burned him.
"Haesol's flame.." he breathed. "The chosen has been revealed."
--
"Where... where are we going?" your voice cracked beneath the veil.
The priest from earlier smiled faintly, though it didn't reach his eyes. "To the Solarium," he said. "To the Temple of the Sun God."
The Solarium.
You've heard of it from childhood bedtime stories. Though no one from the town has really seen it, everyone spoke of its golden gates and white walls that touched the sky.
"Why?" you rasped out, not really wanting to know the answer.
The priestess beside you hesitated, her hand hovering over yours before retreating. She smiled instead — small, brittle, rehearsed.
"Because the Sun has chosen you," she said softly, as though explaining something simple. "And the Sun's chosen must belong to His blood."
--
"Is this she?"
An elderly woman's voice cut through the murmurs. You turned towards it and saw her descending the marble steps slowly, robes of white and gold sweeping the ground. Her hair was streaked with silver, her eyes like polished glass — cold, appraising.
She studied you from head to toe, gaze slow and deliberate. You could feel every second of her judgment.
"She needs new clothes and a bath before we bring her to the Emperor," she said finally, as though you were something to be prepared, not someone.
The priest beside you bowed deeply. "Yes, High Priestess."
A pair of attendants stepped forward — their movements quiet, trained. One lifted your chin gently, the other unfastened the dusty cloak still clinging to your shoulders.
"Wait-" you tried, but your voice was swallowed by the sound of temple bells in the distance.
The High Priestess didn't look at you again. She turned to the priest beside you, her stare enough to silence anyone.
"The Crown Prince will arrive before dusk. The girl must be ready by then."
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Heeseung: 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝚈 𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚄𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽
genre: spiderman! Heeseung x black cat! reader
summary: it has been a while since Heeseung got bit by a spider and his entire life changed. Living as spider-man didn’t bother him, swinging between skyscrapers is lowkey amazing. Except for when you came in the picture. Between all the super villains he ever got, you are the only one he is struggling with. Why? For sure it is not because you are a sexy woman wrapped in latex that teased him at every given occasion!
warnings! 18+, p in v, semi-public sex (stick to a high wall), Heeseung is not a teen like the og, a lil sub! heeseung, grinding and thigh riding
Jongseong: 𝕿𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕴 𝖔𝖜𝖓
genre: batman! Jay x catwoman! reader
summary: catwoman just stepped in Jay's life and he already had enough. From the way you walk, how cocky you are or how the curve of your body drives him insane, Jay can't take you out of his mind. Nor can his adopted son apparently, since the first time you entered their mansion he keeps asking his dad when are you coming back. The only thing his son missed on your visit is all the stuff you stole from them, including his dad's heart.
warnings! 18+, domxdom, bondage, all night sex, the child mention is not Ni-ki
Jaeyun: Ａ ｑｕｉｃｋ ｔｈｉｎｇ
genre: the flash! Jake x female! reader
summary: Sim Jaeyun doesn’t remember a moment of his life when he was happier since he became “The Flash”. Really, he wakes up at 8:59 to be in the lab at 9. One day you catch him tho, he did not expect you to be already there. And so, the experiments on him start. You two are both scientists! Of course you would like to know how far can his ability go… in many ways
warnings! 18+, slow burn and Jake hates it so he tries to make it quick, p in v, multiple rounds
Sunghoon: 𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
genre: nightwing! Sunghoon x female!reader
summary: You were outside, on the rooftop of your apartment complex with a beer in your hand when you suddenly felt someone on the otherwise empty space. Nightwing was out on his normal night patrol, when he sees you and decides to stop by. While the two of you chat, he finds out why you are so troubled and tries his best to hide the how shocked he is to discover the reason why you are tired is Sunghoon
warnings! 18+ unprotected sex (don't do it!), fingering
Sunoo: ℑ𝔯𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱
genre: ironman! Sunoo x female!reader
summary: You still don't know if you hate Kim Sunoo or his corporation more, the only one that competes against yours and that every year seems to beat you for so little. So, imagine your reaction when not only you discovered that Sunoo is a millionaire, sex symbol, genius and... Iron man. The man you loved since he saved turns out to be the man you hate.
warnings! 18+ tit play, pussy eating, body worship
Jungwon: Bₑₛₜ bₒy ₑᵥₑᵣ!
genre: beastboy! Jungwon x female!reader
summary: Jungwon's life could be described as reckless and irresponsible by many, but he loved it. Fighting criminals on the day and turning into any kind of animal at night to survive the city. At least it worked. Until he decides to turn into a cat to sleep in the dumpster and the next day wakes up in some comfortable sheets. Now he has to find a way to explain the situation to the woman that picked him up.
warnings! 18+, oral sex (female receiving), Jungwon might be a lil bit of a pervert
Ni-ki: 𝔅𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔬𝔶 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰 𝔞 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩!
genre: robin! Ni-ki x female!reader
summary: Ni-ki has been adopted by Batman years ago now and his life is… well, better than before. He gave his all to protect the city, and now he struggled to be Ni-ki outside of Robin. But one day, Batman assigns him a very peculiar mission: get into one of the most rich and powerful galas in all the city, with a date. That’s how he meets you, the second wealthiest person in town after his dad and now he has to work with you.
warning! 18+, double masturbation, age gap (Ni-ki is 20 you are 27) maybe a bit of mommy issues? virginity loss
series warnings: medieval au, arranged marriage, drama, smut, violence
Born into a lineage of famous and respected rulers, your father held one heartfelt wish after the crown was placed upon his head: to honour and carry on the dynasty.
As a young man, he used to fervently pray, asking the gods to show him the path, to bless his reign, and to allow him and his descendants to be as great as those who preceded them. King Aldric was known and admired for his unwavering piety, but when his late wife proved unable to give him anything other than a single daughter for an heir, he felt the first flicker of doubt in the gods he used to worship.
When your mother died of fever before your tenth year, the king was forced to raise you alone. He did his best, both as a ruler and as a father—teaching you to speak like a diplomat, smile like a queen, and walk like one already crowned. Yet beneath every lesson, every soft touch, every resigned sigh, lay a truth he never spoke aloud: that such frilly shoulders would never be able to carry the weight of your family’s legacy.
Still, he tried to protect you from the rot he could feel festering beneath the palace walls.
Whispers had begun to circulate through the high halls and smoky taverns alike—of rising taxes, bitter nobles, and soldiers whose loyalty now leaned more heavily toward their coin purses than the crown.
It was no secret that King Aldric had grown softer in his age. Some called it wisdom. Others called it weakness.
And when the first banners burned in the north, when a sealed letter was smuggled into the court chapel at dawn, when three of his councilmen stopped meeting his eye—he knew.
A storm was coming.
One that would shake the foundations of his kingdom.
One that would devour his name, his throne—and perhaps, if he did not act swiftly—his only daughter.
🌫 HYBRID AU | soft angst, found family, emotional comfort 🧸 enhypen hybrid au | jake x reader + ot7 hybrid moments
You pressed your lips together. "I know...I feel guilty too. If I hadn't pushed for the adoptions before, maybe none of this would have happened. But Felix...I'm going back tommorow...I seriously cant take them with me now"
He cut you off, shaking his head. "No, no, don't even start with that. I'm asking you because I have no other choice. I've tried everything I know, and it's not enough. I can't do this without you. I just... I don't know what to do...Right now the solution i see is you adopting them back and taking them home with you. You're the only person who could save me from this despair..please...help me"
Your chest tightened. "I want to take them. I really do. But what if-what if the others... Jay, Ni-ki, Jungwon, Heeseung... what if they get mad at me? What if they hate me for bringing them in?"
He shook his head, voice almost pleading. "Y/N... I'm begging you. Forget the others for now. Forget the theories, forget how complicated it is. I just... I need them out from here. I need you to promise me you'll keep them safe for two days. That's all I'm asking. Please, Y/N. I can't do this alone. You have no idea how helpless I feel right now."
You took a deep breath, your throat tight, and almost said no-but then a voice, soft but full of hope, cut through everything.
"Y/N?"
You froze. That voice was soft, but laced with relief like someone who had just found water in a desert.
Jake stood in the doorway, tail wagging uncontrollably, his golden ears perked up. He looked almost glowing despite the bandages on his ears, like your presence alone had lit him up. His smile was too wide for someone in his condition, his eyes glassy with something between joy and desperation.
"I knew it. I knew you'd come back." He bounded a few steps closer, almost tripping over himself, before slowing down as if afraid you'd vanish if he moved too fast. "I told Sunghoon and the others, but they didn't believe me. I just... I knew you wouldn't leave without seeing us again."
"Jake-" you started, but he cut you off, voice spilling out like he hadn't been able to hold it in any longer.
"Felix forgot to lock our cell door earlier," he admitted with a little sheepish laugh, though his eyes never left yours. "So I... I wandered out. Just for a second. I didn't mean to, I promise. But then I heard your voice." His ears twitched, tail wagging faster. "You were talking about us. About me. You sounded... worried. And I just...I couldn't stay back there. Not when I knew you were right here."
Your chest tightened, but you stayed quiet, letting him talk.
His smile softened, trembling at the edges. "You don't know what it felt like, hearing you. Everyone else... they look at us like we're luxury items to flaunt or slaves to possess. We were accustomized to being treated like objects But you...You cared, you cared about our pains our emotions and made us feel safe even through it was just for a little while"
He stepped closer, voice lowering, words coming out more vulnerable, more careful. "Do you know how long it's been since anyone cared enough to say my name the way you did? Not as a case number. Not as 'that injured hybrid.' Just Jake. Just me."
Your breath caught, and for a moment, you didn't know what to say.
Jake gave a shaky laugh, covering it with brightness. "Sorry-I'm talking too much, aren't I? I just... I'm so happy you're here.At one point I was sure I'd never see you again...But then you came back. And now... now I feel like maybe everything's going to be okay."
You opened your mouth, but he leaned in slightly, ears drooping as his voice broke just enough to sound fragile. "You don't have to promise me forever. I'm not asking for that. Just... don't let me go back in there...I don't want to face those terrifying hybrids , Not again. Just give us a chance...Just let us stay with you for a while you can kick us out the moment we become an annoyance to you....please?"
His tail wagged slower now, uncertain, his eyes wide with something that looked a lot like hope but under it, there was something sharper, something that made your stomach twist.
"Jake..." Your voice came out quieter than you expected. "I don't know if I can do this... I'm leaving tomorrow, I already got four hybrids at home when i dont even know how to take care of one hybrid properly. I don't think i have the skillset manage seven hybrids from two different packs all alone"
Jake shook his head quickly, almost desperately. "You don't have to know everything right away. We'll figure it out.We'll be good, I promise. We'll stay quiet ,won't cause any trouble. You won't even notice us, if that's what you want. Just... don't send us back, Not when there is some hybrids there waiting to tear us apart"
He smiled again, but this time it was trembling, cracked at the edges, like he was holding back tears. "You're the first person who's ever looked at me like I'm worth something, Y/N. Do you know what that means to me? Do you have any idea how much I needed that?Call me greedy if you want, but the way you cared for us that day... the warmth you showed... it left a mark on me which I can't erase. Not a single moment goes by that I don't ache for it. You don't need training or expertise to handle us, you don't need to know everything about hybrids. Just being you is enough....It's more than enough "
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❦︎ a young wife discovers her husband's secret—a bloodied creature chained beneath floorboards. drawn by pity and curiousity, she visits him in secret when her husband falls asleep.
but mercy has its price, and hunger always finds a way to bite back—the neck that feeds.
༒︎ inspired by blood of madam giselle + comment/asks to be tagged ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა
pairing vampire. p. sunghoon x fem. reader
current word count 12k
word count 20k - 25k
content warning (tba) violent/blood imagery, victorian era, mentions of blood, captivity, implied torture & experimentation (sh rec.), obsessive & possessive behaviour, angst im ngl, psychological distress, horror elements, gore, body horror, supernatural, emotional manipulation, cheating themes and cheating literally (reader), forbidden love, morally grey characters, threats of death & death, kind of toxic relationship relationship
smut advisory (tba) dubcon in some parts, vampire sex, biting, blood (not in penetration), unprotected sex, lack of verbal consent, loss of virginity, breeding kink, lots of teeth and saliva being played here... and blood, breathplay, heatplay, sex next to a sleeping person
Pairing : idol jay x Carlos Sainz's sister
Genre : Y/N is Jay's crush, Jay is Y/N's idol, Max plays matchmaker
Synopsis : Y/N is an Engene who loves watching Jay in his F1 fanboy phase. She sends him a package of merch as a gift, hoping to meet him one day. Neither of them expects this to happen at the Singapore GP.
Jay was fully immersed in his F1 fanboy era. He was completely obsessed, and Engenes loved watching him talk about Formula 1 on live streams, it drove them wild.
One person in particular watched every single one of his lives, unable to hold back her giggles at seeing him in his element. She decided to send him a little personalized gift.
The members of Enhypen were on a break from rehearsals for their upcoming tour when Yuki entered with a large box in his arms, his smile almost as wide as the package itself.
"Jay ! There's a package for you !"
"Huh ? I didn't order anything."
"It's a gift."
The manager set the box down on the floor, having clearly been struggling with its size.
"It's not booby-trapped, right ?" Jay eyed the cardboard, then looked up at the man.
"Of course not. We checked it as a precaution, and I swear it's a gift. When you see who it's from…" Yuki started to giggle, and good God, it had to be from someone important.
Jay sighed and lifted the lid of the package, his eyes widening to the size of saucers.
"Oh my God… Oh my God !" He lifted out a stunning Red Bull racing jacket, custom-made with his name and number on the back.
"Wow, hyung !"
"It's gorgeous !"
Jay stood to put it on, his fingers brushing over the fabric as he struggled to believe someone had sent him such an incredible gift. His members started rummaging through the box, curious to see what else was inside. It was filled with all sorts of F1 merchandise, mostly Red Bull with a few Williams items sprinkled in.
"But who could have sent all this ?" Jungwon asked.
"There's a card," Jake noticed, handing it to the American.
Jay took it and pulled a small, folded card from an envelope adorned with the colors of his favorite team.
"Hey, Jay !
You probably don't know me, but I'm a huge, huge Enhypen fan. Your music brings so much to my life, and I never get tired of watching your videos or attending your concerts.
I'll cut to the chase : my name is Y/N, and I'm Carlos Sainz's little sister."
"OH MY GOD !"
"Carlos Sainz's sister sent you all this ?!" Sunoo scream.
"Obviously, like every other Engenes, I've been following your F1 fanboy journey, and I have to say, it gives me a good laugh. I thought you might like some merch to add to your collection. I'm sending this from the heart, though I wouldn't say no to a signed album in return ;)
It's all stuff I got for free thanks to my brother. He has to be good for something, right ? He'd probably hit me if he knew I wrote that !
I expect an unboxing live, or I'm flying to Korea to do it with you… I'm serious.
Hoping we meet in person one day.
XO, Y/N"
Jay put a hand over his heart and let himself fall dramatically onto the studio's polished floor, making his members laugh.
"Hyung ! You're so lucky !"
"Have you even seen her ?" Heeseung asked. "She's stunning !"
"How do you know her ?"
"I follow her on Instagram. She's a total beauty !"
"Hyung, you have to do a live tonight," Sunoo chuckled.
"This is so unfair ! I want free F1 stuff too !" Ni-ki grumbled.
Jay dove his hand back into the box, grabbed a Red Bull water bottle, and tossed it to the blonde, who caught it mid-air with a shout of thanks.
The moment they got back to the dorm, Jay sat at his desk and started a live on Weverse.
"Hey, Engenes, I hope you're all doing well."
He read a few comments, letting more fans join, before leaning back in his chair.
"Today is going to be a special live because I have to do an unboxing. It was a complete surprise, I received a package that literally gave me a heart attack."
The young man picked up the box he'd placed on the floor and put it on his lap, careful not to block the camera.
"Someone sent me a whole box of Red Bull F1 merch. I swear I never imagined I'd receive something like this one day. I don't know if you know Y/N Sainz, I think you might if you watch F1, but apparently, she's also an Engene, she watches my lives, and she sent me a bunch of things she knew I'd love. I'm so happy !"
Jay clapped, a smile lighting up his face as he began taking out the items one by one. Caps, t-shirts, pins, another water bottle… everything was incredible.
"There was a second water bottle, but I had to give it to Ni-ki because he was having a meltdown. He wanted free merch too, apparently," he laughed. "Okay, the main piece."
The idol pulled out the jacket, stood up to put it on, and turned his back to the camera so fans could see the custom embroidery.
"This is a collector's item, it has to be. It's incredible. Y/N, I don't know if you're watching, but thank you so, so much. I'll take good care of these gifts, and I hope if we can meet one day, I can return the favor and give you something too. Thank you again !"
Jay ended the live after a few more minutes and went to hang his new favorite jacket on a hanger. He lay down on his bed, grabbed his phone, went to the young woman's Instagram account, hesitated for a second, and then hit the 'Follow' button. Heeseung hadn't been lying ; she was gorgeous. Maybe they would meet in the future…
The following days, the internet practically exploded. Y/N, a Formula 1 driver's sister, sent a box to a K-pop idol, who thanked her like she was a lost goddess, AND they mutually followed each other ? Engenes were demanding a collaboration, it was inevitable !
That day came sooner than expected when Enhypen went to Singapore for a concert, coinciding with the Grand Prix held there. Jake, Sunghoon, Jungwon, and, of course, Jay were invited as VIPs to tour the paddock and watch the race. They even got to meet Max Verstappen, and Jay literally died on the inside.
"Your group's name sounds familiar," Max said, a hand on his chin. "Ah, yes ! Y/N never stops talking about you ! Y/N Sainz, you must know her."
"She sent Jay a bunch of Red Bull gifts," Jake chuckled. "We know who she is."
"Oh, I should call her then !"
"Is she here ?" Jay asked, the tops of his cheeks turning pink.
"She follows her brother around like a shadow when she's not in London. Wait, I'll call her ; this will be fun !"
Max took out his phone and called the young woman, telling her to come over because he had a surprise for her. Jay was nervously trying to fix his hair, his members snickering not-so-discreetly. The door swung open to reveal Y/N, who hadn't spotted the idols yet.
"Max ! If your surprise is another one of your stupid autographs, I'm stuffing it up your exhaust pipe and hoping your car explodes !" she exclaimed.
The driver smirked and grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her around. Her eyes went wide when she discovered the Enhypen members smiling and waving at her. In a word, she panicked. Y/N tried to flee but didn't see the chair behind her, got her feet tangled, and landed flat on her back.
Max burst out laughing and clapped, preferring to laugh than help her up. Sunghoon pushed Jay forward, and the idol took her hand to help her up.
"Are you okay ? You didn't hurt yourself, I hope ?"
"Only my ego is bruised. Are you real, or did I hit my head a little too hard ?"
"Y/N, it's not good to drink during the day," Max teased.
"Shut up !" she blushed. "I haven't been drinking !"
"Yeah, yeah, of course. You know what ? I just had a brilliant idea ! They're here for the day, so you can be their guide and show them around the paddock !"
She shook her head vigorously, panicked.
"I have things to do !"
"Putting itching powder in your brother's race suit isn't a very time-consuming activity. I'm sure they'd love it !"
Y/N looked at the idols, who were all nodding and smiling, and then at Jay, who was still holding her hand, his gaze hopeful. She swallowed, her cheeks flushed, and finally gave in.
"Perfect ! Have fun," Max cooed.
She shot him a look so dark it could have killed him on the spot as he left the room, chuckling. It was going to be a long day…
"You know, Jay has almost become as much of a fan of you as he is of Verstappen," Jake told her as she led them through the paddock, a staff member accompanying them.
"Oh, really ?" she laughed, amused.
She turned her head towards the brunet walking beside her. He scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed.
"I didn't get a proper chance to thank you for your gifts. And the jacket is absolutely magnificent. Thank you so much."
"It was my pleasure," she smiled. "Besides, it's kind of cute watching you fanboy over F1. It's a bit like watching Engenes with you guys."
"She said you're cute, hyung," Sunghoon whispered to him in Korean.
Jay elbowed him as the others snickered. They arrived at the Red Bull paddock, and Y/N introduced them to everyone she knew. Mechanics showed them the car, the steering wheels, how they changed tires, all under their amazed gazes and the watchful lenses of cameras. Y/N almost forgot they were global idols creating content daily.
"Y/N, join the photo !" a mechanic called out.
"I can see just fine from here !"
Jay detached himself from the group, came over, took her hand, and pulled her into the photo with them as she insisted she shouldn't be in it.
"I'm sure Engenes would love to see you in the picture," the American stated.
"I doubt that." But he slipped an arm around her waist, pressing her to his side as she flashed a smile for the cameras, making a heart with her fingers.
They also met Yuki, whom Y/N wouldn't stop teasing about his height.
"Where are your six other dwarf brothers ?" she smiled, slinging an arm over his shoulders.
"Six ? I only count five if you're here, Y/N."
"Very funny, Yuki !"
"I recognize you," the driver said, smiling at Jay. "Your face looked familiar, but it's because Y/N has a picture of you on her phone case."
"Yuki !" she blushed.
"She also has a t-shirt with your face on it that she only wears for important occasions because she says it 'brings her luck.'"
"Yuki, if you ever want to see your future children grow up, don't say another word," she hissed through her teeth.
"I'm very flattered to be your bias,Y/N," Jay smiled.
"I'm OT7, it changes every day depending on my mood," she defended herself.
But the idol just smiled, amused. They had a wonderful time in her company, Y/N proving to be as adorable as she was chaotic. She walked them back to their van as they had to get ready for their concert.
Jay turned to her, holding out an envelope.
"These are VIP passes for our concert tomorrow. I hope you can come."
"Jay, even if I had prior plans, my cousin's wedding or a meeting with the president, I would cancel to see you guys."
"I appreciate that," he chuckled as she took the envelope, thanking him. "I really enjoyed meeting you today."
"Me too," she smiled. "I guess we both met our respective idols."
A smile stretched across the young man's lips as Y/N stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"See you tomorrow, Jay." She gave him one last smile before turning on her heel to head back to the circuit, accompanied by her bodyguard.
The young man stood there for a moment before finally getting into the van. Jake, Sunghoon, and Jungwon shot him knowing looks.
"You've got game ! You've got game !" Jake cried.
"Shut up !"
"All the luck goes to the troublemakers," Sunghoon sighed.
"You're lucky we're not on a dating ban anymore, hyung."
Jay crossed his arms over his chest, his ears bright red. But he was more than eager to see Y/N the next day.
The next evening, the concert went incredibly well ; the Engenes showed up in full force, as always. Jay couldn't stop glancing towards the VIP section, hoping to spot Y/N, but he hadn't managed to see her once. The camera panned over Engenes on the big screens, showing their signs and messages. Suddenly, Y/N appeared on screen, hiding behind her hands as her two friends flanking her shook her, laughing.
"Ooh, looks like Jay's special guest managed to make it after all," Jake chuckled.
"Hyung, don't start blushing ; it's not attractive," Sunoo joked.
Jay shot him a sidelong glance as his members playfully shoved him. The concert came to an end, and Y/N was, of course, invited backstage. Jay couldn't keep still in the dressing room, pacing under the amused gazes of his members.
"Are you going to ask her out ?" Jungwon inquired.
"Oh, do it ! Then we can have free merch for life," Heeseung smiled.
"I'm not going to date her just for that !"
"Oh, so you don't like her ?" Sunghoon teased.
"I didn't say that…"
They laugh just as Yuki told them to clear out of the dressing room. They did, perplexed, only to find Y/N in the hallway with a technician who was clearly holding her up.
"Like, maybe we could get a drink tonight. Or even tomorrow."
"Why ?"
"Because you're Y/N Sainz ! I had to shoot my shot with a girl like you !"
"Oh, so you're asking me out just because my last name is Sainz and not because you actually like me ?" she retorted.
"Well, I mean, yeah ? You're hot and all, but your brother's a driver. That's seriously cool."
Y/N put on a fake smile and pushed off the wall she was leaning against, placing her hands on the technician's shoulders. He smiled, thinking he'd charmed her, but the young woman drove her knee straight into his groin.
The idols winced in unison as he crumpled to the floor, groaning and clutching himself.
"¡ Estúpido !" she insulted him in Spanish.
She stepped over him, moving away only to spot the boys. She trotted over to them and bumped right into Jay. He wrapped his arms around her to steady her, and Y/N pressed her face into his chest.
"Are you okay ?"
"He said I was just Carlos Sainz's sister ! And just because I failed my driver's test twice doesn't mean I'm a bad driver. It's so mean to laugh about that !"
Jay smiled softly, patting her back.
"Noona, don't listen to that idiot. I'm sure you'll find someone better very soon," Jungwon assured her.
"Oh yeah ? Who ?"
"It's someone you know !"
She detached herself from Jay, looking pensive. "I don't know… I know a lot of people."
"He's like a new acquaintance," Jake added, as Jay shot them a glare.
"You have a common passion," Ni-ki chimed in.
"Oh, Ni-ki !" Y/N exclaimed, completely changing the subject. "I have something for you !"
The young woman opened her backpack under their curious gazes, rummaging through the clutter inside before pulling out a garment folded in a protective cover.
"Sorry, it's a little wrinkled, I brought too much stuff in my bag. I didn't know which team you liked, but I thought Ferrari would suit you !"
Y/N brandished a jacket, identical in style to Jay's but in Ferrari colors with his name on the back.
Ni-ki took it, his eyes sparkling with joy. "Wow, noona !"
"Jay said in his live that you wanted merch too. I hope it's your size."
Ni-ki pulled it on over his stage outfit, and the jacket fit him perfectly. It was instantly his new favorite wardrobe item.
"Thank you so much, noona !"
"Okay, now I'm jealous," Heeseung commented.
"I'll take good care of it, thank you so much ! I love it !"
Y/N giggled as he hugged her in thanks, and she patted his back before pulling away slightly.
"Can I touch your hair now ? It looks so fluffy !"
"Go ahead," he laughed, bending down slightly because of their height difference.
She slid her fingers through his blonde locks, his mullet-style extensions falling slightly over his eyes.
"It's so soft ! When I saw you at the TMA Awards, I wondered if it was a collective hallucination or if it was real. Do you have any idea what you do to Engenes ?"
"I have a little idea," he smiled mischievously, seeing Jay's sulky expression.
"This is why I'm OT7, I can never decide ! All it takes is for Sunghoon to flash a picture of his biceps, for Heeseung to be all freaky with his red hair, for Jake to talk in his accent, for Jungwon to have curly hair, for Sunoo to be so cute, or for Jay to pull out his fanboy card for me to change my bias like I change my clothes !"
"You can touch my biceps if you want," Sunghoon joked, rolling up his sleeve.
"No way," she refused. "Or someone will have to give me CPR."
"Jay will be happy to do it !" Jay glared at the Australian, but his flushed cheeks gave him away.
After the send-off, they returned to their hotel, where, by a happy coincidence, Y/N was also staying. They had dinner together and laughed a lot at Y/N's anecdotes about her life as an Engene amidst the F1 paddock.
Jay walked her back to her room, the young woman unlocking the door before turning to face him.
"Thanks for tonight. I really loved it."
"Thanks for coming," he smiled. "It really meant a lot to me."
"To me too. It was incredible to meet you, and the others as well."
"Yeah, it was. I had a really great time with you."
"Does that mean I have to come back tomorrow ?"
The idol looked at her, surprised, as she bit her lip. Y/N stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Jay didn't give her time to pull back before he captured her lips properly, his hands encircling her waist. Hers came up to cradle the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.
"You can come to tomorrow's concert," he murmured between kisses. "And the one after that. And to every single one we ever have from now on, because I need you at every single one."
She giggled against his lips, pulling him with her into her room.
And if a few weeks later, Y/N and Jay were spotted hand-in-hand on the streets of Seoul, the fans got their highly-anticipated collaboration after all… even if it was in the form of their relationship.
