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PAIRING : idol nishimura riki x f. reader ; established bf/gf relationship
GENRE : smut 21+ ⤷ do not interact if you’re underage!ˎˊ˗ WARNING : includes ; sub reader, dom riki, touching, praising, kissing, slight aggression, stimulation, begging, saliva, f*ngering, choking (fingers in mouth), dirty talk, finger s*cking, unprotected p in v (don’t do it!!!), c*ming, c*ming inside, c*ming together, satisfied reader, satisfied riki, the best photographer!
SYNOPSIS : while spending a lazy rainy day together at his dorm, Ni-ki surprises his girlfriend by snapping candid pictures of her with his camera. What starts as playful teasing and an impromptu photoshoot quickly turns flirtatious as Ni-ki becomes more and more distracted by how beautiful she is. Between soft laughs, lingering touches, and stolen kisses, the relaxed afternoon slowly turns into a tense and intimate moment neither of them can ignore.
It was a rare day off, and the quiet was almost surreal. Usually, the dorm was a chaotic blur of voices, music, and heavy footsteps, but today, it was just the two of you.
You had spent the last few hours tangled up in Ni-ki’s bed (after his Weverse live), listening to a playlist he’d put together, talking about everything and nothing. His head had been resting in your lap while you mindlessly ran your fingers through his hair, both of you completely content doing absolutely nothing.
Eventually, you slipped out of bed to freshen up in the bathroom. When you finished, you padded back down the short hallway in your socks, completely relaxed and half-mindful of your surroundings. The bathroom door clicked shut behind you as you stepped back into Ni-ki’s dorm room, still drying your hands on the hem of his oversized hoodie you’d stolen earlier that morning.
The moment you stepped past his bedroom doorframe, a sudden, bright flash blinded you, followed by the sharp, mechanical click of a camera shutter.
You gasped, flinching backward and throwing a hand up to shield your eyes.
“Ni-ki—” The bright flash hits your eyes.
*Click*
You stopped dead in the middle of the room, blinking rapidly.
“Oh my god,” you groaned, pressing a hand to your forehead. “Did you seriously just flashbang me?”
From behind the heavy lens of his favorite digital camera, Ni-ki let out a low, mischievous chuckle. He lowered the device just enough for you to see his dark eyes gleaming with pure amusement, a smug grin pulling at the corner of his lips.
He laughed from where he sat crisscrossed apple sauce on his bed, camera hanging loosely in his hand. “The lighting was good.”
“The lighting?” You stared at him in disbelief. “I look insane right now.”
“You always say that.” He tilted the camera screen toward himself, reviewing the photo with suspicious satisfaction. “But you never actually do.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Delete it.”
“No.”
“Ni-ki!”
“Nooo,” he repeated dramatically, dragging the word out as he fell backward against his pillows. “It’s cute.”
You walked over to the bed, reaching for the camera, but he held it above his head with a smug grin. His arm flexed slightly as he kept it out of reach, laughing when you tried to grab it.
“You’re annoying,” you muttered.
“And you’re pretty.” His smile softened just enough to make your irritation falter. “So I take pictures.”
You huffed, crossing your arms. “You take too many pictures.”
“That’s because I like looking at you.”
The line was delivered so casually it caught you off guard.
He noticed immediately. A smug expression spreading across his face. “See? That worked.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. “You’re so cheesy.”
“But you like it.” He says sucking his teeth, cockily.
Because fortunately, he knew he was right.
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The dorm had been quiet all afternoon. Most of the members were out, and the rain tapping softly against the windows made everything feel lazy and slow. You and Ni-ki had spent most of the day tangled together under blankets, half watching movies and half bothering each other.
Now he sat up again, camera still in hand, pointing the lens toward you.
“Come here,” he said.
“No.”
“Please?”
“You literally just attacked me with flash photography.”
“I’ll be nice this time.”
“That’s not convincing.”
He laughed softly before patting the empty spot beside him on the bed. “Just one picture.”
“One turns into fifty.”
“Maybe...”
You sighed dramatically but walked over anyway, climbing onto the mattress beside him. The second you did, he angled the camera toward you again.
“See?” he said. “Cute already.”
“You’re impossible.” You huffed softly.
“Look at me.”
You did reluctantly, only for another click to sound.
*Click*
“Ni-ki!”
“What?!” He burst into laughter while you shoved at his shoulder, your hand brushing against the warmth of his black hoodie. “That one was good!”
You tried to stay annoyed, but his laughter was contagious. Soon you were both grinning, wrestling lightly over the camera while he dodged your hands.
“Okay, okay,” he said between laughs. “Actual photoshoot now.”
“A photoshoot?”
“Mhm.” His eyes sparkled mischievously. “You’re my model.”
You snorted. “I think you’re just bored.”
“I can be bored and artistic.”
“That’s not art.”
“It is to me.”
You rolled your eyes, letting out a heavy sigh as you crossed your arms over your chest.
“But seriously, though? You already have a million photos of me on your phone. Do you have to take pictures?" You weren't truly angry, but his constant obsession with documenting your every move was starting to push your patience. "I don’t look the best right now, Ni-ki."
Ni-ki didn't look remotely guilty. Instead, he stood up from the bed, moving with that effortless, fluid grace that always made your heart do a little flip. He didn't say a word as he closed the distance between you, the camera securely in his hand. He stopped right in front of you, towering over you just enough to make you feel completely surrounded by him. Before you could complain again, he leans closer, adjusting the sleeve of the hoodie that had slipped off your shoulder slightly. His fingers brushed your skin absentmindedly, but the touch lingered a second longer than necessary.
"You always look beautiful," he murmured, his tone shifting from teasing to incredibly soft. He leaned down, his breath warm against your forehead as he whispered, "Even when you're mad at me. Especially when you're mad at me, actually. Your eyes get all squinty."
You tried to hold onto your annoyed expression, but it was impossible when he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the room.
"Come on," he coaxed, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "Just a few more. Proper ones this time.”
"Only a few," you gave in, a reluctant smile finally breaking across your face. "And you have to delete the one from earlier, okay?"
"Deal," he lied smoothly, already guiding you toward the large window where the foggy afternoon light was at its softest.
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At first, you were stiff, posing awkwardly while he adjusted the settings on his camera. But Ni-ki knew exactly how to make you comfortable. He started making ridiculous comments from behind the lens, tossing out exaggerated photographer clichés in English and Japanese until you were laughing so hard your shoulders shook. He captured every single moment, the shutter clicking rapidly.
"Beautiful. Stunning. Give me high fashion," he laughed, dropping to one knee to get a different angle.
As the minutes bled together, the atmosphere in the room began to subtly shift. Your laughter quieted into something softer, more intimate. You leaned against the wall, catching your breath, and looked directly into the lens. You let your posture relax, your lips parting slightly as you held his gaze through the camera.
And then, Ni-ki stopped.
The silence stretched between you, heavy and thick. Through the viewfinder, he wasn't just looking at a subject anymore; he was looking at you. The casual, playful air completely evaporated. His gaze dropped from the camera to your face, his eyes suddenly dark and intense.
He slowly lowered the camera, letting it rest in his hand. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath as his eyes raked down your body. His eyes tracked the soft parting of your lips, the slight, uneven rise and fall of your chest, and the way your eyes held his with a quiet, trusting vulnerability. Usually, he loved capturing your laugh—the candid, messy moments that no one else got to see. But right now, the sheer attraction hitting him was entirely overwhelming. It was a physical pull, a sudden rush of heat that made his heart hammer against his ribs.
💭“God, she’s so f*cking pretty and she drives me crazy. She’s just standing there, looking at me, completely wrecking me. I can’t just look anymore. I need to touch her. I need to feel her against me.”
He noticed the way you had gone from laughing at his ridiculous jokes to standing completely still, trapped under the weight of his stare. He could practically feel the electric tension humming between you, knowing that a single step forward would shatter the quiet of the room. A dark wave of satisfaction washed over him as he realized just how much power you had over him, and exactly how much he wanted to give in to it. He wanted to ruin that perfect, composed little posture of yours and see how you looked completely undone under his touch.
"Ni-ki?" you asked softly, the sudden shift in his energy sending a delicious shiver down your spine.
“You’re staring,” you teased.
“I know.”
Your breath caught a little at how easily he admitted it. He set the camera down on his nearby desk with a quiet thud and stepped toward you. The playful boy from a few moments ago was entirely gone, replaced by a version of him that was intensely focused, deliberate, and extremely hot.
He pinned you with his gaze as he stopped a mere inch away. His hand reached out, his long fingers wrapping around the back of your neck, his thumb tracing the sensitive skin of your jawline. His touch was warm, sending a jolt of heat straight through you.
“You look really good in my hoodie,” he murmured.
“You say that all the time.”
“Because it’s true every time.”
His hands settled lightly on your waist, thumbs brushing against the fabric of the hoodie. Even through the oversized material, the touch sent warmth rushing through you.
“You’re flirting again,” you whispered, biting your lower lip.
“Mhm.”
The honesty in his voice made your pulse jump.
You looked up at him, suddenly very aware of how close he was. His hair was slightly messy from laying around all day, the black hoodie making him look unfairly attractive in the dim light, and his full lips curved into the faintest smile when he noticed you staring back.
"You're doing this on purpose now," he whispered, his voice incredibly deep, vibrating right against your skin as he leaned in.
"Doing what? I’m not doing anything." You breathed, your heart hammering against your ribs as you lied right to his face. You underlying knew the effect you had on him, but you just loved to tease anyway.
"Yes, you are. You keep looking at me like that," he murmured, his eyes dropping to your lips before locking back onto yours. His thumb applied a fraction of pressure, tilting your face up to his. "It's not fair. I was trying to be a good photographer, but now you're making it really hard."
"So…what are you gonna do? You challenged softly, your hands finding the hem of his hoodie pulling him just a fraction closer.
Before you could say anything else, Ni-ki closed the remaining distance, his lips crashing down onto yours in a kiss that was sudden, fierce, and heavy with a hunger that had been building up inside all afternoon.
The kiss deepened instantly, his lips moving against yours with a sudden, intoxicating urgency that left you completely breathless. Ni-ki’s hand slid from your jaw down to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling firmly in your hair to hold you in place as he drank you in. He tasted like the sweet iced coffee you’d shared earlier, but the heat radiating from him was entirely new.
You let out a soft sigh into his mouth, your arms winding tightly around his neck. Sensing your surrender, Ni-ki groaned low in his throat—a deep, vibration of sound that rattled straight to your core. He crowded you back against the wall, his tall frame completely blocking out the rest of the room. The cool plaster against your back contrasted sharply with the searing heat of his body pressed flush against yours.
His free hand didn’t stay still for long. It traveled down your side, his palm warm and heavy through your clothes, tracing the curve of your waist before gripping your hip. His hold was firm, possessive, pulling you tightly against him.
That’s when you felt it.
A sharp, sudden breath hitched in your throat as your hips met. The unmistakable, rigid heat of his hard d*ck pressing firmly against your thigh through his sweats.
Ni-ki didn't try to hide it. In fact, as he felt your sudden stillness, a breathless, wicked smirk brushing against your lips mid-kiss. He pulled back just a fraction, his dark eyes hooded and heavy with desire as he looked down at you. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing shallow and uneven.
"What’s wrong?" He murmured, his voice dropping into his deep, raspy whisper.
Your face burned with a sudden rush of heat, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs. "Ni-ki..." you breathed, your eyes darting down for a split second before locking back onto his intense gaze. "What happened to taking my pictures?”
"I was…," he whispered, his thumb caressing the bare skin of your waist where his hand had slid under the hem of your shirt. His touch was electric, sending goosebumps rippling across your skin. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just beneath your ear, making you gasp. "But it’s your fault, you look so tasty right now…”
To prove his point, he shifted his weight, his hips subtly nudging against yours again. The deliberate friction made a soft, involuntary whimper escape your pink puffy lips. And hearing that sound seemed to break whatever restraint Ni-ki had left.
His hands gripped your thighs, and with a sudden surge of effortless strength, he lifted you off your feet. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he carried you the few short steps back to his bed.
He came down over you, pinning you to the mattress with his heavy, warm body, his eyes burning with a dark promise that told you the lazy, quiet afternoon was officially over.
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The weight of his body pressing you into the mattress sent a thrilling jolt through your veins. Ni-ki hovered over you for a fraction of a second, his forearms planted on either side of your head, framing you. His chest heaved as he looked down at you, his two toned hair falling slightly over his eyes, making him look devastatingly handsome in the dimmed light.
"I’m gonna f*ck you so good," he whispered, a low, fierce edge to his voice that made your stomach do flip-flops. "Mhm," you breathed back, reaching up to cup his face, your thumbs smoothing over his high cheekbones.
That was all the invitation he needed. Ni-ki dropped his head, his lips finding yours again, but the rhythm changed. It wasn't just urgent anymore; it was deep, possessive, and agonizingly slow. His long tongue slid past your lips, tangling with yours in a way that made your head spin. Every line of his body was rigid, burning hot against you, and you could feel exactly how much control it was taking for him not to completely lose his mind.
His hands slid down from your head, trailing down your neck to the collar of your shirt. His long, calloused fingers caught the edge of the fabric, gently tugging it down over your shoulder. He broke the kiss, trailing a path of searing, open-mouthed bites down your jawline, over your pulsing throat, and right onto the sensitive skin of your collarbone.
You arched up into his touch, a breathless moan escaping you. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into the soft fabric of his hoodie as a wave of pure heat crashed over you. "Ni-ki, please," you whimpered, the friction of his lower body shifting against yours driving you completely over the edge.
He let out a low, ragged breath against your skin, his grip on your waist tightening until it was almost bruising above the band of your shorts. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating directly against your collarbone, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes completely dark, hooded, and intense. "Say it."
You looked up at him, completely consumed by the heat in his gaze, knowing there was absolutely no turning back.
"Kiss me, here..." your voice was barely a whisper, a mix of anticipation and nerves as you gestured down at your tummy.
Ni-ki held your gaze for a heartbeat, his sharp eyes burning with an intense focus that made your breath hitch before he even moved. He shifted his weight, sitting back on his heels, and his long fingers caught the edge of your oversized hoodie, pulling it upward just enough to expose your midriff.
"Okay. But don’t look away," he murmured, his voice dropping into that commanding, raspy register as he pulled the fabric up, exposing the warm skin of your stomach. "Stay right here with me."
The cool air of the room hit your skin, but it was instantly scorched away as he leaned down. He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss right above your belly button, making your stomach muscles flutter and contract. You let out a soft gasp, your fingers instantly tangling in his dark hair.
"You're so soft," he muttered against your skin, his breath hot and uneven. He trailed a path of burning kisses lower, his lips brushing over your pelvis with a slow, agonizing patience that was driving you crazy. "Do you like it when I kiss you like this?"
"Yes…," you breathed out, your hands tightening in his hair as he reached the hem of your shorts. The playful boy from earlier was entirely gone. He moved with a quiet, dominant confidence that completely overwhelmed you. He hooked his fingers into the waistbands of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down and away in one smooth, deliberate motion.
You let out a shaky breath, suddenly feeling completely exposed beneath his gaze, but Ni-ki didn't let you drift away. He leaned over you again, pinning your wrists to the mattress, his face just inches from yours. "Look at me," he commanded softly, his dark eyes hooded and heavy with desire.
You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense stare. The contrast of his dark, hooded eyes against his flushed honey skin was intoxicating. He let go of one of your wrists, but instead of moving away, he brought his hand up to his mouth. Your eyes widened slightly, your pulse spiking as you watched him slowly run two of his long, slender fingers across his parted lips, coating them in a slick sheen of his saliva. The deliberate, heavy gaze he maintained with you made the simple action feel completely consuming.
"Ni-ki..." you whimpered, the anticipation reaching a breaking point as the quiet sound of his breathing filled the space between you. "I've got you," he whispered, his tone a mix of a promise and a challenge.
He slid his hand down your body, the heat of his palm pushing against your inner thigh before his fingers finally found the center of your ache. He paused for a fraction of a second, letting you feel the slick, warm friction of his touch right against your sensitive wet folds, teasing you just enough to make you arch upward in search of more.
Then, with a slow, heavy pressure, he guided his fingers inside you. A loud, breathless cry escaped your lips, your head snapping back against the pillow as your walls tightly clamped around his intrusion. Ni-ki let out a low, gravelly groan in his throat at the immediate, tight warmth of your p*ssy. He didn't move right away; instead, he pushed deeper, burying his fingers to the knuckles, anchoring you firmly to the mattress. His thumb found your sweet spot, applying a fraction of deliberate pressure to your cl*t, making your thighs tremble to both sensations.
"Look at how tight you are for me," he murmured, his voice incredibly deep and thick with desire.
Slowly, he began to move, curling his fingers slightly inside you as he established a steady, dominant rhythm. Each slide of his fingers was slick and deliberate, creating a heavy, wet friction that drove all coherent thoughts from your head. He watched your face track every sensation, his sharp eyes tracking the way your lips parted and the way your hips instinctively lifted to meet his hand. The pace quickened, his movements becoming more demanding as he learned exactly what angles made you cry out. You dug your fingernails into the sheets, completely caught up in the heavy, electric rhythm he was dictating.
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The overwhelming sensation of his fingers moving inside you had you completely breathless, your hips helplessly rising to meet every deep, slick stroke. Ni-ki’s breathing was completely ragged now, the sound of your soft whimpers pushing past whatever remaining patience he had left.
He withdrew his fingers from you with a slow, deliberate drag that made you cry out in protest, immediately missing the intense warmth. “Mhmp, f*ck.”
"Don't move," he commanded softly, his voice thick and deep.
He shifted, sitting back just enough to quickly rid himself of his pants and boxers. Every movement he made was fluid, driven by an intense urgency that made your pulse race even faster.
Before coming back to you, he paused for a brief with a heavy heartbeat. His eyes never leaving yours as his hand went down, his long fingers wrapping around himself, stroking his length a few times to ready himself for you. The friction drew a low, sharp hiss past his clenched teeth.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he muttered, his voice strained and raw with anticipation as he continued the deliberate, rhythmic motion of his hand. "I've been thinking about this from the exact second I took that first picture of you."
"Ni-ki please…," you breathed, your face flushing a deeper crimson at the sight of his intense focus. Your hands reached up out of pure instinct, your fingers gripping the sheets. "Don't tease me."
A dark, breathless smirk touched his lips at your impatience. Pearly warm beads of prec*m beginning to seep out his tip as his hand executed one last, slow stroke before letting go. "I'm not teasing anymore," he whispered.
He settled back over you, the sheer heat radiating from his bare skin completely overwhelming. He positioned his weight between your thighs, his rigid c*ck brushing against your hole as his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that felt entirely consuming.
"Look at me," he whispered, his hands sliding up to cup your face, his thumbs wiping away the tear on your cheek. "I want to see your eyes when I go inside you."
You nodded breathlessly, your hands gripping his shoulders for anchor. With a slow, heavy push, he guided his rock hard d*ck inside you, a deep, low groan escaping his chest as he filled you completely. The wet slide of his long shaft, passing through your tight walls, had your body arching off the mattress as the overwhelming sensation took over. A sharp gasp catching in your throat at the firm pressure. Ni-ki paused for a heartbeat, letting you adjust, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Baby, you okay?" He murmured, his tone suddenly incredibly tender despite the raw desire burning in his expression.
"Yes," you breathed, your fingers digging into his back. "Ni-ki, please... don't stop."
A dark, breathless smirk touched his lips at your words. "I won’t."
He began to move, establishing a deep, powerful rhythm that drove all coherent thoughts from your head. Every tilt of his hips, every deliberate stroke was dominant, demanding your complete surrender. You let out a loud, undone cry, the sound echoing in the quiet dorm room. “F*ckkk!!! Ughhhhh!”
Wanting to keep you quiet, or perhaps just completely overwhelmed by the sounds you were making, Ni-ki brought his hand up to your face. Sliding two of his slicked fingers past your parted lips, pressing them onto your tongue.
"Taste yourself for me," he whispered darkly, his face hovering just inches above yours as his pace quickened. "Suck on them."
You did exactly as he asked, your eyes fluttering shut as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, tasting the slick sweetness of your own arousal mixed with his heat. The added intimacy of the gesture made the friction between your bodies feel twice as intense.
Ni-ki let out a ragged breath, his hips crashing against yours with a newfound urgency. "Your p*ssy is sooo good baby…," he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he pushed deeper, completely lost in the rhythm of the moment. "God, you're perfect." The rhythm he set became faster, more desperate, as the friction between your bodies pushed both of you closer and closer to the edge. Ni-ki’s chest was heaving against yours, his skin slick with a light sweat that made every brush of his body feel incredibly intense.
You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper into you, unable to get close enough. Your mouth closed firmly around his fingers, the rhythmic suction driving him completely wild. A low, gravelly sound tearing from his throat.
"Yeah, just like that," he growled, his voice raw and strained as his hips hit yours with a sudden, relentless power. "Look at me while you do it. Let me see what you look like right now."
You forced your eyes open again, your vision slightly blurred by the sheer intensity of it all, but you locked onto his dark, heavy gaze. You sucked on his fingers a little harder, and Ni-ki let out a sharp, ragged breath, his jaw clenching tightly.
"Riki—" you tried to gasp out his name past his hand, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming to hold back. "I can't... it's too much."
"Don't hold back baby," he whispered intensely, his face hovering just inches above yours. "Let go for me. I want to feel everything."
He pulled his fingers from your mouth, immediately replacing them with his lips, sealing your breathless cries with a deep, bruising kiss. His tongue tangled with yours in a chaotic motion that matched the desperate pace of his lower body. You could hear your own muffled whimper against his mouth, a sound that seemed to push him completely over the limit.
“Ahh—ahhh—I’m gonna f*cking c*m!” Hearing that, he broke the kiss just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes completely wild. "Hold on to me," he managed to choke out, his hand sliding down to grip your hip, anchoring you to him as he delivered a few final, heavy strokes. "Hold on, I'm right there with you."
"I’m c*ming—f*ck!" You cried out, your fingers digging deep into his shoulders.
"I've got you," he gasped, his voice breaking.
The tension in his muscles reached a breaking point. With one last, deep push, Ni-ki shuddered violently against you, his voice breaking into a ragged, uninhibited groan as he completely surrendered to the climax. The sheer intensity of it triggering your own release, a wave of blinding heat crashing over you that made your entire body tremble under his weight.
"Aishhhh, ughhhh…oh my—god!” He breathed out against your neck, his voice fading into a breathless sigh as the final waves of pleasure ran through both of you.
And for a long time, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized sound of your breathing. Slowly, the tension drained from his frame. Ni-ki collapsed softly against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was hot and shallow against your skin, his heart hammering wildly against your ribs. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding you as close as humanly possible, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your lower back as his breathing finally began to slow down.
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After a few quiet minutes, he let out a soft, breathless laugh against your skin, the commanding demeanor from before completely gone, replaced by his usual playful warmth. He shifted his head, kissing the sensitive spot right beneath your ear.
"Best picture I've ever taken," he whispered, his voice still heavy and raspy from the exertion.
You couldn't help but let out a weak, tired chuckle, your fingers mindlessly running through his damp hair. "You didn't even use the camera."
Ni-ki pulled back just enough to look at you, proping himself up on his elbows so he wouldn't crush you, though he kept his lower body tangled intimately with yours. A soft, incredibly warm smile played on his face—the specific one that belonged only to you. "I didn’t need to. I'm going to remember this moment perfectly. High definition. Right here." He tapped his temple with a smirk.
"Oh, really?" You teased weakly, your hand sliding down to playfully nudge his chest. "So my modeling gig is officially over? No more surprise ambushes when I walk out of the bathroom?"
"Mm, no…I didn't say that," he murmured, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, tasting himself and you on your skin. He pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. "But next time, I think we should start the photoshoot immediately on the bed. Saves us the walk."
"You are unbelievable," you laughed, the sound soft and content against his chest. "You planned this whole thing, didn't you? From the second you flashed that camera in my face."
"Maybe," he grinned, his voice dropping into that deep, flirty register that always made your heart skip, even when you were exhausted. He reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your cheekbone. "But can you blame me? You a very distracting. I completely lost my professional focus."
"Clearly," you smiled, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck again, pulling him down so you could bury your face in his shoulder. "You're terrible at your job."
"Hey," he whispered softly, his arms tightening around you, pulling you securely against his chest as he buried his face back into your hair. "But my “client” seems pretty satisfied with the results."
"Shut up, Ni-ki," you mumbled into his skin, with a completely happy smile on your face.
"Make me," he murmured back, but instead of teasing, he just kissed your cheek, holding you tight as the quiet afternoon eventually faded into evening.
AUTHORS NOTE : Hey guys! Okay, this one is done! I feel so accomplished when I get these finished. I’m gonna try to get more out, more consistently. I just genuinely love to put effort into my writing and not put out bs, so that’s why it takes me so long. Plus, Ni-ki is obviously my bias so all my favorite ideas are about him. I REALLY LOVE how this one came out. I hope you guys enjoy! More writing coming soon. Please show some love to my last fic about Jungwon, too please!
黑穗病 ─── "You're too fucking pretty, baby. makes me wanna do bad things to you." Ni-ki always pretends to be a good boy in front of your parents, especially on your first family trip together, but despite the situation, he can't help wanting to fuck you every second.
ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ dom!bf!ni-ki x fem!reader
ⳇ w/c: 9.1k part I part II
㰙꯭ؚۣۙۗ㰛꯭ؚؔ 𝓦arnings: MDNI, PORN WITH PLOT, smut, unprotected sex (don't!), spanking, fingerfucking, oral sex (m!), semi-public sex, rough sex, light degradation/praise, profanity, clit play, boob/nipple play, teasing, cum eating, thigh fucking, pet names (dwarf, baby, love, slut, good girl, etc..), finger sucking, risky sex (um your family is literally a room away), panty fucking, silencing behavior, mentions of jealousy, wall sex, edging, overstimulation, making out, consensual bratting, heavy petting, lmk if moree
𝓡ina's note: have no idea how blank my mind was while writing this, i reread it 500 times and now im so frustrated... like idk, i just hope u like it and dont see it the same way that i do rn lmao<3 (ty for the 567 followers alr, im so happyy)
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Riki stayed buried deep inside you for one final, lingering second, his forehead pressed against yours as both of you tried to catch your breath under the quiet tension of the stall.
His chest rose and fell heavily against yours, heart hammering in sync with your own.
Then, with a low, reluctant groan, he slowly pulled out of you.
You whimpered softly at the sudden emptiness, a thick trail of his cum already beginning to leak down your inner thigh.
Riki's hands moved quickly but carefully. he reached down and gently pulled your bikini bottoms back into place, adjusting the fabric so it sat correctly on your hips.
Then he tugged his own shorts up, tucking his still-hard cock away with a slight wince.
You were both "presentable" in the most technical sense of the word.
But your face still had streaks of his cum drying on your cheek and chin.
Riki glanced at the curtain, listening for a moment, then raised his voice just enough to carry.
"Seonghyun? we're in here, bro!"
Without hesitation, he reached over and turned the shower on full blast.
The cold water hit you directly from above, making you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. Riki stepped closer, using the stream to help wash your face while whispering urgently against your ear.
"Clean it up, babe. quick."
You barely had time to process before Seonghyun's small feet appeared under the curtain.
He stopped right outside and peeked through a small gap, tilting his head curiously.
"Noona? are you okay? Mom wants a family photo right now…"
Riki answered with perfect naturalness, his voice calm and collected like the responsible boyfriend he pretended to be.
"Yeah, she is. she wanted to rinse the chlorine off real quick after all the slides. i'm just helping her."
Seonghyun lingered, trying to peek further. "it's taking forever…"
Riki kept the shower running strong, angling the stream directly at your face to wash away the evidence.
His hand moved subtly, helping wipe the last traces of cum from your cheek and chin without Seonghyun noticing. the water was cold, and you were starting to shiver.
You smacked his ribs with the back of your hand.
"You're literally drowning me!" you hissed under your breath.
Riki smirked, not even trying to hide his amusement as he continued rinsing your face.
Seonghyun laughed from outside. "hurry up! i want to do a competition on the big pools with Mom and Dad after the photo!"
Riki finally turned the shower off, water still dripping from both of you. he ran a hand through his wet hair, looking every bit the chill, good older brother.
"Sounds good, shortie. we'll be right there."
Seonghyun waited a second longer, then shrugged and stepped back.
You wiped water from your face, still slightly flushed. "i'm not ready for a family photo right now."
Both Riki and Seonghyun turned to look at you at the same time, wearing almost identical expressions of confusion.
"Why?" they asked in unison.
Riki scanned you up and down, nonchalant as ever. "you look fine. actually, you look perfect. the wet hair works on you."
Seonghyun rolled his eyes dramatically. "don't be so dramatic, noona. you look completely normal. stop acting like you're dying and let's go. Mom's gonna get mad if we take too long."
You wiped more water from your face and gave Seonghyun a sarcastic look.
"Normal? sure. i look totally normal" you muttered under your breath, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Riki bit back a laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching.
He placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you forward as the three of you started walking back toward the table.
Seonghyun skipped ahead, already talking a mile a minute about the slide race he wanted to do with your parents.
"Mom said the winner gets extra ice cream! i'm definitely winning. Riki-hyung, you're on my team, right?"
Riki chuckled, his usual cool, sarcastic tone slipping back in now that the immediate danger had passed.
"Yeah, i got you, shortie. we'll destroy them."
You walked beside Riki, still feeling the remnants of what you'd done in the shower — the slight ache between your legs, the warmth of his cum that had been inside you minutes ago.
Your cheeks were still warm, and every time you remembered how close Seonghyun had been to seeing everything, your stomach flipped.
Riki noticed your silence. he leaned down slightly, voice low enough for only you to hear, that signature teasing edge back in full force.
"You good, dwarf? are you still thinking about how i had you pressed against the wall five minutes ago?"
You elbowed him in the ribs again, harder this time.
"Shut up. my brother is right there."
Riki grinned, completely unbothered. "he's like ten meters ahead. relax. you're acting all shy now, but you were the one on your knees sucking me off like you were starving."
Your face burned. you glared at him.
"You're actually the worst."
"And yet you love me" he replied casually, that bad boy smirk firmly in place. "crazy how that works."
Seonghyun turned around, walking backwards. "what are you two whispering about?"
"Nothing" Riki answered smoothly, the perfect gentleman again. "just telling your sister she looks pretty even when she's being dramatic."
Seonghyun made a gagging sound. "gross. can you guys not flirt for like five minutes?"
Riki laughed under his breath, sliding his hand from your lower back to gently squeeze your waist.
The three of you continued walking through the park, the sun beating down on your still-damp skin.
Your heart was still racing from the shower incident, your body still sensitive, and Riki walking beside you like nothing had happened — cool, nonchalant, sarcastic, and completely in control.
But every now and then, his fingers would brush against your hip in a way that felt anything but innocent.
And you had a feeling Riki wasn't done teasing you yet.
The walk back to the table felt heavier than it should have.
Every step made you acutely aware of the warmth still lingering between your legs, the slight ache, and the sticky reminder of what you and Riki had done just minutes ago.
Your hair was damp, your cheeks still carried a faint flush, and your mind refused to quiet down.
Riki walked beside you like the picture of calm. One hand occasionally brushed against your lower back in that casual, possessive way only you noticed.
When you finally reached the shaded canopy where your parents were waiting, the scene was exactly what you expected.
Your mom was standing with her hands on her hips, watching your dad struggle with the small tripod for the phone.
"Honey, seriously? how long does it take to put three legs on the ground?" she complained, voice rising in that familiar dramatic tone.
"We finally have everyone looking decent and presentable, and you're taking forever. i wanted the photo while the light is still nice!"
Your dad, kneeling on the grass, didn't argue. he simply looked up at her with that infinite patience he'd perfected over the years of marriage.
"Sorry, love. i'm almost done. just making sure it's stable so it doesn't fall again" he said calmly, adjusting one of the legs with careful fingers.
Your mom huffed but didn't push further. that was their dynamic — she could be loud and dramatic, and he would absorb it all with quiet understanding.
Riki, ever the expert at reading the room, raised his voice politely as you both approached the table.
"Ms. Mom, is it okay if we start serving ourselves? everything looks really good."
Your mom's entire expression changed in an instant. the frustration melted away, replaced by a bright, almost motherly smile.
"Of course, Riki! help yourself, sweetheart. take as much as you want. I made extra chicken and kimbap just because i know you eat a lot."
Riki gave her that charming, respectful smile he reserved only for your parents. "thank you. it smells amazing. you really outdid yourself again."
He didn't waste time.
He immediately started preparing plates. he piled his own plate high with grilled chicken, kimbap rolls, pasta salad, and fresh fruit.
Then, without asking, he began making a plate for you — adding extra pieces of chicken, some fruit, and a generous portion of kimbap, exactly how you liked it.
Seonghyun was already sprawled in his chair, phone in hand.
"I already ate" he said between the sounds of his phone. "like half the chicken while you guys were gone. you took forever."
Riki chuckled as he sat down next to you. "sorry, shortie. you know your sister takes long showers."
You gave him a sharp side-eye. he just smirked, completely unbothered, and placed the full plate in front of you.
The table settled into a comfortable rhythm.
Your dad finally got the tripod working and took a few test shots. your mom was happily chatting about which slides she wanted to try after lunch.
Seonghyun was half-focused on his phone, half-bragging about his adventures with his new friends.
But you stayed quiet.
You picked at your food, pushing a piece of chicken around the plate. your body still remembered everything — the way Riki had pressed you against the wall, the way he'd filled you, the way you'd knelt for him just ten minutes ago.
The slight soreness between your legs made it impossible to act completely normal.
Riki noticed your silence almost immediately.
He leaned toward you slightly while still pretending to focus on his plate, voice low enough that only you could hear.
"You good?" he asked, casual but attentive. "cat got your tongue, dwarf?"
You gave him a dry side-eye and took a small bite of fruit, not answering.
Riki watched you for a few seconds, then served you more fruit without being asked. he leaned in again, closer this time.
"You've been weirdly quiet since the bathroom" he murmured.
Your cheeks burned. you kicked his ankle under the table.
"Shut up" you whispered.
He grinned, that signature sarcastic smirk appearing for half a second before he hid it when your mom glanced over.
Seonghyun suddenly looked up from his phone. "hyung, are you coming with me to the big slide race again after you eat? i need someone tall on my team."
Riki nodded easily. "of course, shortie"
You stayed quiet, eating slowly. Riki kept glancing at you between bites, his usual nonchalant expression hiding the fact that he was reading every small shift in your mood.
After a few minutes, he leaned in once more, this time close enough that his breath brushed your ear.
"You still feel me?" he asked, voice low and filthy.
"You clenching around nothing right now?"
Your breath hitched. you turned your head slightly and whispered back, close to his ear:
"Yeah… i'm still full of you. happy?"
Riki let out a quiet, amused breath through his nose.
He turned his head and pressed a short, casual kiss to your cheek, right in front of your family like it was the most innocent thing in the world.
"Eat, baby" he said softly, voice sweet but with that sarcastic edge only you could catch. "you're gonna need the energy."
Your mom looked over at the small display of affection and smiled warmly.
"You two are so cute together" she said. "Riki, you're such a gentleman with her."
Riki gave her his best polite smile. "she makes it easy, Ms. Mom."
Seonghyun made a disgusted noise. "gross. can we talk about something else? i'm trying to play here."
The conversation continued flowing around you, but your mind was still stuck in that shower stall.
Every time you shifted in your seat, you felt the faint ache and the warmth of what Riki had left inside you.
Riki, meanwhile, played his role perfectly — polite with your parents, teasing with Seonghyun, and quietly attentive with you.
But under the table, his knee kept brushing against yours — a silent, constant reminder.
The family lunch continued under the shaded canopy, laughter mixing with the distant screams from the water slides. yet between you and Riki, the tension was far from gone.
The day had passed in that strange way vacations sometimes do — fast and slow at the same time.
After the intense morning at the water park, the afternoon had turned golden and lazy.
Riki and Seonghyun had dominated most of the competitions, though Riki had very obviously let your parents win one round against him and Seonghyun.
He later admitted in a whisper that he didn't want to risk upsetting his "future mother-in-law" especially since she had the same temper as you, only amplified by twenty years of experience.
But when it was your team (you and Dad) vs Riki and Seonghyun, he showed no mercy.
He helped Seonghyun with all his strength, and they absolutely destroyed you. you had ended the day sulky, arms crossed, refusing to talk to Riki for almost thirty minutes until he bribed you with ice cream and kisses behind a towel rack.
Now it was the next morning — 10:54 AM.
You were sprawled on the living room sofa, legs tucked under you, scrolling through the photos your mom had sent to the family group chat the night before.
The sunlight streamed softly through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything. the sound of waves crashing in the distance mixed with the low murmur of your parents talking in the kitchen.
Riki, being the absolute menace he was, had zero respect for personal space.
He was half-lying on the sofa with you, head resting on your thigh, lazily looking at your phone from below like he owned the entire couch. he kept shifting every few seconds, clearly bored.
You glanced down at him.
"My mom sent the photos to both of us, you know" you said, voice still a little raspy from sleep.
Riki didn't even look up from your screen. "yeah, i know. but they look better on your phone. the colors are nicer."
You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. "you're such a liar."
He finally tilted his head to look at you, that signature lazy smirk tugging at his lips.
"What? it's true. your phone has better saturation or whatever. mine makes everything look washed out."
Seonghyun was already gone — he had woken up early and run off to the beach with Mina and his new group of friends, probably causing chaos near the water. in the kitchen, your mom was dramatically complaining while your dad tried to fix something.
Riki suddenly sighed, dramatic as ever.
"Man… i'm actually starving. this is some bad luck. the stove decides to die the one day i wake up actually wanting to eat."
You let out a short laugh and nudged his head with your knee.
"You're the one who eats the most in this house. of course you're hungry."
Riki gasped, pretending to be deeply offended.
He sat up suddenly and reached over, messing up your perfectly straightened hair with both hands, ruffling it wildly.
"Take that back. i eat like a normal person."
You squealed and immediately fought back, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling.
"I'm going to kill you! i spent thirty minutes straightening my hair this morning!"
Riki yelped, but it was clearly fake. he didn't even flinch from the pain because, as always, your strength was closer to a six-year-old's than a grown woman's.
"Ow— ow— mercy! forgive me, my queen!" he cried dramatically, laughing the whole time. "i repent! i'm a changed man!"
From the kitchen, your mom's voice suddenly cut through the chaos like a whip.
"Riki! honey! stop annoying your girlfriend and come eat something before we go out!"
Riki instantly straightened up, dropping the playful act and switching to perfect-son-in-law mode in less than a second.
"Yes, Ms. Mom, coming!"
You glared at him as he stood up. "fake ass."
He winked at you before heading toward the kitchen.
You stayed on the sofa for a moment longer, trying to fix your now-messy hair.
Riki returned a minute later with a plate of leftover fruit and a piece of toast, setting it on the coffee table in front of you.
"Eat" he said, flopping back down and immediately putting his head on your lap again. "you get grumpy when you're hungry."
You sighed but took a piece of strawberry anyway.
A few minutes later, your mom walked into the living room, wiping her hands on a towel.
"The stove is acting up again. the gas isn't flowing properly through the hose. your dad says it's clogged."
Your dad appeared behind her, looking tired but amused. "we'll have to go out for lunch. there's a nice seafood restaurant nearby."
Riki sighed dramatically getting up from your lap. "i'd rather stay in bed all day and eat live crabs at this point."
Your mom laughed. "don't be dramatic, Riki. we'll have a nice meal out."
You hit his chest. "you eat like a vacuum cleaner and you're complaining?"
Riki grabbed both of your wrists playfully and pulled you down onto him, making you fall halfway across his chest. before you could react, he kissed you — short, sweet, and right there in the open.
You pulled back immediately, face burning.
"Riki! my parents are literally right there!"
He grinned, completely shameless. "what? i love you. can't a guy show affection to his girlfriend?"
You pushed his face away, embarrassed. "you're an idiot."
Riki laughed softly, eyes sparkling with that mix of bad-boy mischief and genuine affection only you got to see.
"And yet you still love me" he whispered, voice low enough for only you to hear. "crazy how that works, huh?"
Your mom clapped her hands. "alright, everyone get ready! we're leaving in twenty minutes. Seonghyun is already up at the beach with his friends, so we'll pick him up on the way.”
The morning continued with the usual family chaos — your dad trying to fix the stove one last time, your mom rushing everyone, and Riki being his usual sarcastic yet charming self.
The front door clicked shut behind your mom as she headed down the wooden steps toward the beach to collect Seonghyun.
Your dad followed shortly after, keys jingling in his hand, muttering something about checking the tire pressure and making sure the AC was working properly before the drive.
For the first time that morning, the cabin fell into a comfortable silence.
Just the distant sound of waves, the faint creak of the old wooden floor, and the two of you left alone on the sofa.
Riki was sprawled lazily beside you, one arm stretched along the back of the couch, his body turned toward yours.
He looked completely at ease, damp hair still messy from the shower he took earlier, wearing a simple black tank top and shorts. but the second the door closed, that familiar mischievous glint returned to his eyes.
He tilted his head, smirking.
"So..." he started, voice low and casual, like he was talking about the weather, "for pulling my hair this morning… you're paying the fine tonight. full throat. i want you gagging on me until you can't speak tomorrow."
You almost choked on your own breath.
Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide. "Riki, what the actual fuck?"
He didn't even flinch. just raised an eyebrow, that signature nonchalant, bad-boy expression firmly in place.
"What? too early for real talk?" he shrugged, completely unbothered. "you started it when you yanked my hair like a little gremlin. actions have consequences, dwarf."
You stared at him, mouth slightly open, heat rushing to your face. "how can you say that so casually? my parents are literally outside. what if they hear you?"
Riki let out a soft, sarcastic chuckle. he leaned in a little closer, elbow resting on the back of the couch, looking far too relaxed for the words coming out of his mouth.
"Because i know, i'm sooo sure no one's listening" he said, voice dropping into that lazy tone drawl he only used with you. "your mom's already halfway to the beach yelling at Seonghyun, and your dad is probably kicking the tires like it's 2005. i'm not stupid."
He paused, eyes scanning your face with a knowing smirk.
"Plus… you love when i talk to you like this. don't even try to lie. every time i tell you what i'm gonna do to you, you get all quiet and wet. i can tell."
You let out a long, disbelieving sigh and covered your face with both hands for a second.
"You're actually shameless" you mumbled through your fingers. "completely shameless. i don't know how you say shit like that with a straight face."
Riki laughed quietly, the sound low and genuine.
He reached over and gently pulled your hands away from your face, then suddenly leaned down and rubbed his cheek against your stomach like a big, spoiled cat.
His face pressed into the soft white fabric of your summer dress, nuzzling slowly, almost affectionately.
"Mmh… you look so domestic today" he murmured against your belly, voice slightly muffled. "in this little princess dress… all soft and cute. makes me wanna keep you here and do nothing but annoy you all day."
You immediately bristled.
"It's not a princess dress" you corrected, poking the top of his head. "it's a summer dress. there's a difference, idiot."
Riki didn't move.
if anything, he pressed his face harder against your stomach, rubbing his nose and cheek against the fabric like he was trying to scent mark you.
"Same difference" he said lazily. "you still look like a spoiled little princess. my spoiled little princess."
You tried to push his head away, but there wasn't much force behind it.
Riki took full advantage, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer so he could keep nuzzling into you like an overgrown animal.
His breath was warm through the thin material, and you could feel him smiling against your stomach.
"Riki, my parents could come back any second" you warned, though your voice had already lost most of its conviction.
He hummed happily, completely ignoring the warning. "they won't. your dad takes twenty minutes minimum to check a car, and your mom is probably still lecturing Seonghyun about sand in his hair. we've got time."
You sighed, half-annoyed, half-amused, and eventually gave up, letting your fingers thread through his messy hair instead.
The cabin felt strangely peaceful around you — sunlight streaming through the windows, the distant sound of waves, and Riki being his usual chaotic, affectionate self.
He tilted his head up slightly, he looked at you with that sharp, teasing gaze.
"Still mad at me for messing up your hair?" he asked, voice dripping with fake innocence.
You tugged his hair lightly in response. "yes."
"Liar" he grinned. "you're not mad. you're just pretending because you know i'm having my way."
Before you could argue, the front door creaked open.
Your dad stepped inside, wiping his hands on his shorts.
"Alright, the car's ready" he announced. "your mom's already coming back with Seonghyun. let's get going before she starts stressing again."
Riki sat up instantly, switching back to perfect-boyfriend mode in less than a second. "we're ready, sir. i'll help carry the rest of the bags."
Your dad nodded gratefully. "thanks, Riki."
As your dad headed toward the kitchen to grab something, Riki turned to you with a small, private smirk, whispering just loud enough for you to hear:
"Saved by dad. but that fine still stands."
You smacked his arm.
He just laughed quietly and stood up, offering you his hand like the perfect gentleman he pretended to be.
The morning continued with the usual family chaos, but the tension between you and Riki lingered like a promise — warm, dangerous, and far from over.
The front door had barely clicked shut behind your dad when Riki stretched his long arms above his head with a dramatic groan.
He turned to you on the sofa, that familiar mischievous glint returning to his eyes.
You stood up at the same time, and the two of you playfully bumped shoulders as you headed toward the door.
"Move, dwarf. you're in my way" Riki teased, nudging you again with his shoulder, harder this time.
You bumped him back, finally letting a small, genuine smile break through. "you're the one taking up the entire hallway with your long legs."
He grinned, clearly pleased that you were no longer sulking.
The two of you continued pushing each other lightly all the way to the car, like overgrown children, until your mom's voice called out from down the path.
"I'm already with Seonghyun! everyone get in!"
Seonghyun came running up the wooden steps, surprisingly clean for someone who had been at the beach.
Almost no sand on him — he must have spent most of the time playing in the dry sand with Mina and his friends instead of going into the water.
He was also wearing a fresh t-shirt and shorts, clearly chosen to impress the girl he'd been talking about nonstop.
You climbed into the middle seat of the back row, as always. Seonghyun sat behind your mom, and Riki slid in behind your dad, his long legs barely fitting comfortably.
The moment the doors closed, you pulled out your phone to check the map.
"Forty minutes to the city" you groaned, already dreading it. "then another twenty looking for parking and a place to eat, and five more to actually sit down. this is going to take forever."
Your mom turned in her seat, eyebrows raised. "don't start complaining already. you sound like a brat."
You frowned, crossing your arms. "i'm not complaining, i'm just saying—"
"If you don't want to go, you can stay here and eat seaweed from the beach" your mom cut in, half-joking but with that signature sharp edge.
You sank deeper into your seat, eyebrows furrowed. the car fell quiet for a moment.
From beside you, you heard the faintest snort of laughter. you whipped your head toward Riki and smacked his thigh.
"What are you laughing at, idiot?"
Riki turned to you with an innocent expression, but his eyes were sparkling with amusement.
He leaned in close, voice barely above a whisper so only you could hear.
"Just thinking how funny it is that you're getting scolded by someone with the exact same temper as you. now you know how i feel every day."
You narrowed your eyes at him. "i am not temperamental with you."
Riki raised an eyebrow, clearly fighting back a smile. "sure, dwarf. keep telling yourself that."
You opened your mouth to argue, but your dad had already started driving, pulling away from the beach cabin.
The conversation in the car slowly shifted as the scenery changed from sandy roads to paved streets.
Seonghyun suddenly piped up from behind your mom. "i'm thirsty…"
Without missing a beat, Riki reached into his backpack and pulled out a cold bottle of water he had packed earlier.
"Here, shortie" he said, handing it back. "i put it in there not long ago. should still be cold."
Seonghyun's face lit up. "thanks, hyung! you're the best."
You turned slightly. "drink carefully, Seonghyun. every time you drink in the car you end up spilling and staining the seats."
Seonghyun rolled his eyes but took smaller sips.
The next forty minutes passed surprisingly fast.
Riki and you fell into easy conversation in the back seat — talking about his upcoming dance evaluations, the pressure of university entrance exams you were both preparing for, funny stories from practice, and even arguing lightly about which restaurant might be better. Riki was sarcastic and teasing with you, but polite whenever your parents asked him something.
By the time your dad pulled into the parking lot near the restaurant area, it was almost 11:42 AM.
The moment the car stopped, your mom took charge again.
"Seonghyun, come here. you need more sunscreen. you're going to burn like toast."
Seonghyun groaned but obeyed, standing still while your mom practically slathered him in sunscreen like he was a toddler.
You and Riki were spared this time — you had both applied it thoroughly earlier.
Your dad stepped out first, walking around the car slowly, checking the parking job with meticulous care, as always.
Your mom, still in full boss mode, started walking ahead. "when i was younger, your father and i used to come here. there was this amazing seafood restaurant just a few blocks away. i hope it's still there."
You couldn't help the sarcastic comment. "great. twenty minutes saved."
Your mom turned and lightly smacked your arm. "don't be so sarcastic, i really wonder where you got all that attitude from."
"i'm not being sarcastic!" you defended, rubbing your arm. "i'm being realistic."
Your dad quickly intervened, sensing the rising tension. he took your mom's hand gently and started walking with her and Seonghyun, forming a little chain of three in front.
Riki, of course, immediately took your hand, lacing your fingers together as you walked a few steps behind them.
The group moved through the pleasant streets near the beach town.
The air smelled of salt and grilled food. Riki swung your joined hands lightly as you walked, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in that absentminded way he did when he was relaxed.
"You're still sulking a little" he said quietly, glancing at you with a small smirk. "cute."
"I'm not sulking" you muttered.
"Sure" he replied, clearly not believing you. "just remember — you started the hair pulling. i'm innocent."
You squeezed his hand warningly. "keep talking and i'll pull it again."
Riki laughed under his breath, the sound warm and low.
He brought your joined hands up and pressed a quick kiss to the back of yours before letting them drop again, all while keeping that perfect, respectful distance in front of your parents.
The restaurant your mom remembered was only a ten-minute walk from the parking lot.
It looked charming — outdoor seating with colorful umbrellas, fairy lights strung up even though it was daytime, and the smell of fresh seafood wafting through the air.
Your mom's face lit up. "it's still here! perfect."
As the group approached the entrance, Riki leaned down slightly, whispering in your ear one last time before you joined the others:
"Try not to think about me too much during lunch, dwarf. wouldn't want you getting distracted."
You stepped on his foot.
He just smiled innocently, the perfect boyfriend once again, as you all walked into the restaurant together.
He just smiled innocently, the perfect boyfriend once again, as you all walked into the restaurant together.
The moment the glass door swung shut behind your family, the warm, lively atmosphere of the place enveloped you like a comforting hug.
The air was thick with the rich, mouth-watering scent of grilled seafood — garlic shrimp sizzling on hot pans, fresh lemon zest, herbs, and the unmistakable salty-sweet aroma of paella cooking slowly over open flames.
The sound of people talking and laughing filled the space, mixed with the constant clink of plates and cutlery, the low hum of conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter from a large table near the back.
Sunlight poured through the big windows, catching on the wooden tables and making the whole restaurant feel bright and alive.
Your mom, with the sharp, determined eyes of someone who had been here before, scanned the room like a hawk searching for prey.
"There" she declared, pointing to a rectangular wooden table near the window with a perfect view of the street outside. "that one has enough space for all of us and it's in the shade. perfect."
Without waiting for anyone to respond, she marched forward confidently.
Your dad followed right behind her, carrying one of the smaller bags with a small, patient smile on his face.
Seonghyun trailed after them, half-distracted by his phone.
You and Riki brought up the rear, his hand resting lightly on your lower back in that casual but possessive way he did when he wanted to stay close without drawing attention.
The five of you settled in quickly. your mom and dad took the long side of the table together, sitting side by side like they always did.
You slid into the seat in front of your mom, and Riki naturally took the chair right beside you, his knee brushing against yours under the table as he got comfortable.
Seonghyun claimed the short end of the rectangular table, legs swinging under his chair as he finally put his phone down for a moment.
A young waiter appeared almost immediately, smiling politely as he handed out menus with a small bow.
"Welcome to the tide. take your time looking at the menu. i'll be back shortly for your orders" he said before disappearing again with another respectful nod.
Riki didn't even bother opening his own menu.
Instead, he leaned sideways into your personal space without hesitation, resting his chin near your shoulder as he looked down at the menu you were holding in your hands.
You sighed, long and suffering, but didn't push him away. "you have your own menu right there, you know."
"Yeah, but yours has better lighting" he replied without missing a beat, voice low and teasing, his breath warm against your ear.
His arm brushed against yours as he pointed at something on the page. "what are you thinking of getting? the paella looks good."
You let him stay there, reading together in a strangely comfortable silence for a few minutes.
His shoulder pressed against yours, his knee occasionally bumping yours under the table, and every now and then he would murmur a quiet comment only you could hear.
Eventually, everyone made their choices.
Seonghyun, with his extremely picky three-year-old palate, pointed straight at the kids' section. "i want the hamburger with fries and a coke."
Your mom sighed but didn't argue. Riki, being the enabler he was, nodded in solidarity. "same for me. hamburger, fries, and a cold drink."
You raised an eyebrow at both of them, unable to hold back. "you two have the palate of a newborn baby. we're literally in a seafood restaurant by the beach and you're ordering burgers?"
Riki turned to you with mock offense, placing a hand dramatically over his chest. then, without missing a beat, he looked across the table at your mom with perfect innocent eyes.
"Ms. Mom, are we not here to share and enjoy as a family? or is your daughter just trying to order the most ocean-heavy thing possible to prove some kind of point?"
Your mom gave you a light scolding look, though there was amusement in her eyes. "he has a point, honey. don't be difficult. we can share dishes. it's not a competition."
You frowned, feeling unfairly targeted. under the table, you stepped firmly on Riki's foot.
He didn't even flinch.
Instead, he leaned toward your ear while pretending to reach for his glass of water, whispering so quietly only you could hear:
"Brat."
You huffed, crossing your arms.
The waiter returned shortly after to take the full order.
Your dad chose a grilled fish dish with herbs, your mom went for shrimp in garlic sauce, and you picked a seafood paella even though you weren't the biggest fan — mostly out of spite at this point.
Riki and Seonghyun stuck with their safe burgers and fries.
While waiting for the food, the conversation flowed easily around the table. your mom talked about old memories of the town, your dad listened attentively and added small details, and Seonghyun showed Riki something funny on his phone.
Riki kept one arm casually draped over the back of your chair, fingers occasionally brushing your shoulder in that absentminded way he did when he was relaxed.
Every now and then he would lean in and murmur something only you could hear — small, teasing comments that made your cheeks warm despite your best efforts.
When the food finally arrived, the table filled with delicious smells.
Platters of grilled fish, garlic shrimp, and a big shared paella were placed in the center. Riki cut a piece of his burger and offered it to you on his fork without asking.
"Try it. better than your sad little paella."
You took the bite, then immediately gave him a look. "it's fine. but my paella is better."
"Sure, dwarf. keep telling yourself that."
Seonghyun was already halfway through his fries, ketchup all over his fingers.
Your mom scolded him gently about manners while your dad smiled quietly, enjoying the chaos of the family meal.
Riki watched you for a moment, noticing you were still a little quiet. He bumped your knee under the table.
"You still sulking?" he asked softly, only for you.
You shook your head. "no. just thinking."
He studied your face, then gave you a small, genuine smile. "we're on vacation. stop overthinking. eat your sad seafood and enjoy the day with me."
You bumped his shoulder back, finally letting yourself smile a little.
The rest of lunch passed in a warm, comfortable blur of food, conversation, and the occasional teasing remark from Riki.
Despite the earlier tension and the risky morning, sitting there with your family — Riki's hand occasionally finding yours under the table — felt surprisingly right.
The waiter approached your table with a polite smile, ready to clear away the empty plates. you were still picking at the last few grains of rice on your plate when you looked up — and your face instantly lit up with recognition.
"Jungwon?" you said, surprise and genuine happiness coloring your voice.
The waiter stopped mid-motion, plates balanced skillfully in his hands. his eyes widened, then broke into a bright, ear-to-ear smile. it was Jungwon — your former classmate, the one who sat two rows behind you in literature class, always quiet but incredibly kind.
He was wearing the restaurant's neat uniform: white button-up with sleeves rolled to his elbows, black apron, and black pants. his hair was styled neatly, and he looked fresh despite the busy shift.
"Yo!" he exclaimed, quickly setting the plates down on a tray. "i mean — hey! what are you doing here?"
You stood up immediately, a big smile spreading across your face.
Without thinking, you stepped forward and gave him a tight, warm hug.
Jungwon hugged you back just as enthusiastically, his hands resting on your shoulders for a moment longer than a casual greeting would require.
"Oh my god, it's so good to see you!" you said quickly, not wanting to hold up his work. "i thought you were going straight to university after graduation. how have you been? are you working here full time now?"
Jungwon laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks slightly pink. "yeah, plans changed a little. i'm taking a gap semester to help my aunt during the tourist season. it's actually pretty fun. you look amazing, by the way. vacation suits you."
From the table, Riki sat completely still.
His burger hovered halfway to his mouth.
His jaw tightened, and his tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek — that telltale sign he was annoyed.
He didn't touch his food anymore. his dark eyes stayed fixed on the interaction, expression unreadable.
Seonghyun, who had been half-focused on his phone, looked up and noticed the shift.
He leaned toward Riki and whispered loudly enough for you to hear, "Hyung… that waiter is definitely trying to impress noona. look at how he's smiling at her."
Riki didn't even glance at Seonghyun. his voice came out low and dry. "that dummy in his little waiter suit isn't impressing anyone."
Jungwon finally stepped back, still smiling warmly at you. we should catch up properly sometime. it was really good seeing you. don't be a stranger, okay?"
He gave you one last hug — his hands lingering again on your shoulders, squeezing gently as if reluctant to let go.
You smiled and nodded before sitting back down.
As Jungwon walked away to continue clearing other tables, your mom leaned forward with a curious, delighted smile.
"Who was that nice young man? he seemed very friendly."
Your face was still glowing. "that was Jungwon! he was in our class before we graduated. super smart, really kind… one of the nicest guys i knew back then."
You turned to look at Riki, expecting him to at least nod or say something polite.
But Riki just continued eating, stabbing the french fries with more force than necessary. his usual charming, perfect-boyfriend mask had completely slipped. he didn't even look up.
"Despite being so smart, he ended up as a waiter in a tourist trap" Riki said flatly, voice cold and nonchalant.
The table went quiet for a second.
You frowned. "Riki, don't be rude. he's working hard. there's nothing wrong with that."
Your dad quickly tried to diffuse the tension by turning to Seonghyun. "hey, buddy, eat properly. you've got sauce all over your tray."
Your mom nodded, sensing the shift, and focused on helping Seonghyun clean up.
You reached under the table to smack Riki's leg, but he caught your wrist mid-air with a firm grip. his eyes finally met yours — serious, no trace of his usual teasing.
"Stop." he said quietly, voice lower and more serious than usual. "not here."
You stared at him, surprised by the sudden change in tone. you leaned in closer, whispering, "what's your problem?"
Riki let out a short, frustrated breath through his nose. he leaned in so only you could hear.
"This is ridiculous" he muttered. "we'll talk about it later."
And just like that, the usual energetic, sarcastic, playful Riki disappeared.
He went back to eating in silence, jaw tight, no longer trying to be the charming boyfriend. the light in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by something colder and more guarded.
The rest of the meal continued with awkward small talk.
Your mom tried to steer the conversation back to light topics, your dad helped keep Seonghyun distracted, but the tension between you and Riki sat heavy in the air like a storm cloud that refused to break.
Riki didn't look at you again for the rest of lunch.
When everyone finally finished eating, the table was a mess of empty plates, crumpled napkins, and half-drunk glasses.
Seonghyun was the first to speak up, bouncing in his seat with leftover energy from the morning.
"Can we go to the trampoline park we saw on the way here? please? it looked so fun!"
Your mom smiled at you, her eyes softening. "that's actually a good idea. we can all go together after we pay."
Seonghyun immediately turned to Riki, his favorite partner in crime. "Hyung, are you ready to compete in jumping? i bet i can jump higher than you!"
Riki gave the younger boy a small smile and reached over to ruffle his hair affectionately. "it would be very fun"
You watched Riki carefully.
He was smiling at Seonghyun, playing the perfect older brother role, but there was a wall there — invisible, cold, and firmly placed between the two of you.
He hadn't looked at you properly since Jungwon picked up the empty plates. his usual teasing spark was gone, replaced by something distant and guarded.
Riki turned his head slightly toward your mom. "actually… my head hurts too much right now. if i go jumping, my brain might actually escape. i think it's better if i head back to the cabin."
Your mom's expression shifted to concern. "oh no, really? if you're not feeling well, you should rest. we don't want you getting worse."
You stayed silent, staring at Riki. he nodded calmly. "yeah, it's better. i'll just take it easy."
Seonghyun's shoulders dropped, visibly disappointed. "but… we were going to compete…"
Your dad quickly stepped in, placing a hand on Seonghyun's shoulder. "don't worry, buddy. i'm an expert at trampolines. i'll compete with you"
Your mom reached into her bag and pulled out some cash, handing it to Riki. "here, take this for the bus back to the cabin. we'll meet you there later.”
You nodded, taking the money. "i'll go with him."
Your mom gave you a knowing look — she understood the silent request in your eyes — and didn't argue. "okay. be safe then. text me when you arrive."
When you all left the restaurant, your mom immediately started scolding Seonghyun. "why didn't you bring a jacket? it gets cold later in the afternoon, you know this!"
Your dad walked beside you and Riki for a moment, giving you both a warm smile. "take care. rest well, Riki. we'll see you back at the cabin."
As your family split off toward the trampoline area, the street suddenly felt quieter despite the crowds.
Riki stayed silent. even with so many people around, he still reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together to keep you close and not lose you in the flow of tourists.
His grip was firm, but there was no playful squeeze, no teasing brush of his thumb — just duty.
You both boarded one of the buses heading back to the beach cabins. you took the window seat, and Riki sat on the outside, acting like a human shield between you and the rest of the world.
The bus was half-full, the hum of the engine and quiet conversations filling the space.
For the first few minutes, neither of you spoke. the sky outside was starting to cloud over, gray patches slowly covering the earlier blue.
You finally reached over and gently caressed his knee.
"Why are you so angry?" you asked softly.
Riki didn't look at you at first.
He stared straight ahead for a few seconds before answering, voice low and controlled.
"It's ironic, isn't it?" he said, tone flat but sharp. "you get mad when random girls look at me. but then you go hug a guy you actually know — someone you had something with back in school — right in front of me. and you expect me to just smile and play nice?"
You swallowed hard. "i couldn't be rude to Jungwon. we were classmates for years. ignoring him would've been worse."
Riki let out a short, bitter breath. "if you're going to defend him, then just stop talking. my head already hurts enough."
You fell silent.
The words stung more than you expected. Riki had never spoken to you like that — cold, dismissive, done. you stared out the window, watching the scenery blur by as the sky continued to darken with clouds.
The next thirty minutes on the bus passed in heavy silence.
Riki didn't move his hand away from yours, but he didn't squeeze it either. he just held on, like it was automatic. you could feel the wall he had put up — thick, cold, and exhausting.
When the bus finally stopped near your cabin, the sky was fully overcast.
The air felt heavier. Riki stood up first, still holding your hand as he guided you off the bus and toward the path leading to the cabin.
The walk was quiet. the usual teasing energy between you was gone, replaced by this thick, uncomfortable tension. Riki's jaw was tight, his shoulders slightly tense.
You wanted to say something, anything, but every time you opened your mouth, the words felt wrong.
When you finally reached the cabin, Riki unlocked the door and held it open for you. you stepped inside, the familiar smell of the wooden interior greeting you. the place felt emptier without your family there.
Riki closed the door behind you and stood there for a moment, hands in his pockets, staring at the floor.
You turned to face him. "Riki… can we talk?"
He looked up at you, eyes guarded. "what's there to talk about? you hugged him. he touched you. you smiled at him like he hung the moon. and i'm supposed to just sit there and be okay with it?"
His voice wasn't loud, but the hurt and frustration were clear.
You took a small step closer. "it wasn't like that. he's just an old friend. i didn't think—"
"That's the problem" Riki cut in, voice quieter but sharper. "you didn't think. you never think about how it looks from my side."
The silence that followed was heavy.
Riki sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i'm going to lie down. my head actually hurts now."
He walked toward your shared bedroom without another word, leaving you standing alone in the living room, the weight of the day pressing down on you.
The rain outside grew heavier, matching the storm brewing between you two.
A little while later, the cabin felt quieter than it should have.
The distant sound of waves was the only thing breaking the silence as you walked down the short hallway carrying a glass of cold water and two painkillers in your palm.
Your heart was still heavy from the tension at lunch, and the memory of Riki's cold silence kept replaying in your head.
You pushed the bedroom door open slowly.
Riki was lying on the bed, face completely covered by a pillow, one arm draped over his stomach.
He wasn't moving. you knew he wasn't actually asleep — his breathing wasn't deep enough, and his body was too tense.
You sat on the edge of the bed carefully.
"Riki" you said softly.
He didn't respond at first. you reached out and gently moved the pillow away from his face.
His eyes were open, staring at the ceiling with that same guarded expression he'd had since the restaurant. the cloudy sky outside cast a gray, melancholic light through the window, making the room feel heavier, sadder.
You held out the glass and the pills.
"Here" you said quietly. "take these. it'll help with your head."
Riki stared at the pills for a second, then slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed so he was sitting beside you.
He took the pills from your hand and swallowed them dry, without even touching the water. you offered the glass again, but he shook his head once.
You swallowed hard, the guilt sitting like a stone in your chest.
"I'm sorry" you whispered. "maybe i went too far with Jungwon. we… we tried things when we were younger, back in school. it wasn't serious, but i know how it must have looked. i shouldn't have hugged him like that."
Riki raised his eyebrows slowly, the movement almost sarcastic. he didn't say anything, just looked at you with that cold, tired stare that made your stomach twist.
You felt your eyes sting. your voice cracked as you continued, louder now, a mix of anger and desperation.
"I don't want us to be like this" you said, the words tumbling out. "i hate when we fight. when we go back home, i swear i won't even admit Jungwon exists anymore, i'll ignore him if i see him — whatever you want. just… don't shut me out like this."
Riki stayed silent for a few seconds, jaw tight.
The gray light from the window made his sharp features look even sharper, almost distant. you couldn't stand the space between you anymore.
You moved closer and rested your chin on his shoulder, your body leaning into his side, seeking closeness even if he was still angry.
Riki let out a slow breath.
His hand came up to your waist, but it wasn't gentle. he gripped you firmly and moved you slightly, then lowered his head and bit down on your shoulder — hard, crude, possessive. there was no sweetness in it, no affection. just raw claim.
You gasped sharply, a small sound of pain escaping your lips.
"Riki— what are you doing?" you complained, trying to pull away, but his grip on your waist kept you in place.
He didn't let go immediately. his teeth pressed into your skin, right where Jungwon's hand had lingered earlier.
When he finally released you, a clear, angry bite mark stood out on your shoulder — red and already starting to bruise.
You touched the spot, wincing. "that hurts…"
Riki looked at the mark with dark satisfaction, then met your eyes.
"That's because his hand touched what doesn't belong to him" he said, voice low and rough. "and this morning you pulled my hair like a little gremlin. now, because of that hug… you owe me more than just a deep throat."
You stared at him for a second, then let out a sarcastic, disbelieving laugh.
"Wow" you said, shaking your head. "do your anger disappears the second sex is on the table? really mature, Riki."
He didn't smile. he just looked at you, eyes still guarded, but something in them flickered — a mix of frustration, hurt, and that undeniable pull that always existed between you two.
The room felt smaller.
The cloudy sky outside made everything feel muted and heavy. his hand still on your waist.
The tension was thick, emotional, and raw. neither of you spoke for a long moment.
Riki finally broke the silence, voice quieter.
"I'm not just angry because of Jungwon" he said. "i'm angry because you let him touch you like that. you smiled at him like he was someone special. and i was sitting right there."
You swallowed, throat tight. "he's just an old friend. i didn't mean anything by it.”
"But it meant something to me" Riki replied, honest and blunt. "you're my girlfriend. and watching someone else put their hands on you… it fucking sucked."
The words hung in the air.
You felt tears prick at your eyes, not from sadness exactly, but from the weight of it all — the love, the jealousy, the fear of hurting him.
"I'm sorry" you whispered again, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. "i really am."
Riki didn't push you away. His hand on your waist tightened slightly, then relaxed. he let out a long breath, like he was trying to let go of some of the anger.
"I know" he said eventually. "but it still hurts."
The silence that followed wasn't as heavy as before.
It was still tense, still emotional, but there was a crack in the wall he had built. you stayed like that for a while — his hand on your waist, the gray light of the cloudy day painting the room in soft, melancholic tones.
Riki eventually turned his head and pressed a slow kiss to your temple. it wasn't passionate or teasing. it was quiet. real.
"We'll figure it out" he murmured against your skin. "just… don't do that again."
You nodded, closing your eyes. "i won't."
The two of you stayed there on the edge of the bed, the argument not fully resolved, but the worst of the storm had passed.
Outside, the clouds continued to gather, but inside the room, the air felt a little lighter.
For now, that was enough.
You two stayed there for a moment longer, your chin again resting on his shoulder, the weight of everything unsaid still hanging between you.
Slowly, you lifted your head and looked at him. his eyes were guarded, but beneath that frustration was the same heat that always pulled you back in.
Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him.
Riki reacted instantly.
His hand came up to the back of your neck, gripping gently as he kissed you back with raw intensity.
The kiss wasn't gentle — it was hungry, almost punishing, his tongue sliding against yours with urgent need.
A surprised sound escaped your throat as he moved you with ease, pulling you onto his lap so your knees straddled his hips, your bodies pressed close.
You let out a small, broken whimper against his mouth.
Riki bit your bottom lip, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch.
His hands moved down to your ass, gripping tightly as he pulled you closer, grinding you against the hardness already straining in his shorts.
He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down your neck, sucking and biting along your collarbone.
His hands yanked the straps of your summer dress down your arms with impatient tugs. the fabric pooled around your waist as he exposed your bra. he didn't bother being gentle — he reached behind you, unclasped it, and tossed it aside.
"Riki…" you breathed, a small complaint in your voice as he latched onto your breast, sucking hard before biting down on the soft flesh.
He left marks — deliberate, possessive ones — on your chest, your shoulders, your arms. places you could hide.
You whimpered, tugging his hair. "that hurts…"
"Good" he muttered against your skin, voice dark. "maybe next time you'll remember who is the one who fucks you good before you let some old classmate put his hands all over you."
He moved lower, biting the side of your breast, then sucking hard enough to leave a dark hickey.
His hands were everywhere — gripping your waist, sliding down to squeeze your ass, pulling you down again against the growing hardness in his shorts.
You moaned softly, grinding against him without thinking.
Riki groaned, the sound low and rough in his throat. he pushed the rest of your dress down your hips, and you lifted yourself slightly so he could tug it off completely, leaving you in just your panties.
Riki looked at you for a second, eyes dark, breathing heavy.
Then he reached down and shoved his shorts and boxers down just enough to free his cock, already hard and leaking. he didn't even take them off all the way — just enough.
He gripped your hips and pulled you forward, rubbing the head of his cock against your soaked panties.
"Feel that?" he said, voice low and rough. "that's what you do to me. even when i'm pissed off at you."
You whimpered, rolling your hips against him. "Riki… please…"
He caressed the already damp fabric of your panties with his fingers, pushing your panties to the side and aligning himself.
He thrust up into you in one smooth motion, burying himself deep.
You moaned loudly, head falling forward onto his shoulder as he filled you completely.
Riki groaned deeply, arms wrapping around your back to hold you close as he started moving — slow, deep thrusts while you sat in his lap, your chests pressed together.
Your bodies were locked together, his arms around you, his mouth on your neck and shoulder, leaving more marks as he fucked you with steady, powerful strokes. every thrust made your breasts press against his chest, your hips rolling to meet him.
"Fuck…" he breathed against your neck, voice hoarse. "you're so tight like this. so fucking warm."
You moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair as you moved with him.
The angle let him hit deep with every roll of his hips, the pleasure building slowly but intensely. your soft whimpers mixed with his low, throaty groans, the wet sound of your bodies meeting filling the room.
Riki's hands roamed your back, one sliding up to cradle the back of your neck while the other gripped your ass, guiding you down onto him harder.
He kissed you again, deep and messy, tongues sliding together as he continued thrusting up into you.
You pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead pressed to his. "…i feel you everywhere—"
He groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest.
His hand on your ass squeezed harder as he thrust up with more force, the new intensity making you cry out softly. he kept that rhythm — deep, possessive strokes that made your legs shake around him.
After several long minutes, Riki suddenly gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back on the bed without pulling out.
He settled between your spread legs, one hand bracing beside your head as he started fucking you harder, deeper, the new position letting him drive into you with more power.
You moaned louder, nails digging into his back as he pounded into you.
The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, more obscene. Riki's groans were low and constant, his breath hot against your neck as he fucked you with rough, claiming thrusts.
"Mhn... like that..." he growled against your ear, voice rough. "take every fucking inch."
You whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist as he drove deeper.
The pleasure was overwhelming, building higher with every thrust. Riki'shand slid between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles as he continued fucking you hard.
You were getting dangerously close, your moans turning into desperate, broken sounds. Riki could feel it — the way you clenched around him, the way your body trembled beneath him.
But he didn’t let you finish.
He suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the loss.
Before you could protest, he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you were on your knees, ass raised. he pushed back inside you in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
You cried out, gripping the sheets as he started fucking you from behind with rough, unrestrained strokes.
This time there was no holding back — no need to be quiet, no fear of interruption. he fucked you hard and deep, hips snapping against your ass with loud, wet sounds.
"Fuck… yes" he groaned, voice thick. his hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust.
"This is what i wanted to do to you all this days. no interruptions. just you taking my cock like you're supposed to."
You moaned into the pillow, pushing back against him as he railed you. the angle was brutal, hitting deep with every snap of his hips.
Riki's hand came down on your ass in a sharp spank, then another, the sting blooming hot across your skin.
You cried out, the mix of pain and pleasure making your head spin.
Riki leaned over your back, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat lightly, not squeezing, just holding you in place as he fucked you harder.
"You feel that?" he panted against your ear. "no one else gets to touch you like this. no one else gets to make you moan like this."
You whimpered, nodding desperately, your body trembling under his rough thrusts. Riki kept going, hips snapping relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and filthy in the room.
His groans were deep and constant, mixing with your high, desperate moans.
He fucked you like he had been holding back for days — hard, deep, and completely unrestrained.
Every thrust pushed you forward on the bed, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly as pleasure built higher and higher.
Riki's hand reaching down to rub your clit again as he continued pounding into you.
"You're so close, aren't you?" he growled, voice rough. "i can feel you squeezing me. but you're not cumming yet. not until i say so."
You moaned helplessly, pushing back against him, completely lost in the feeling of him taking you so roughly, so freely, after being interrupted so many times before.
Riki leaned down, biting your shoulder again as he fucked you harder, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting echoing through the room.
The tension between you, the frustration, the jealousy — it all poured out in every deep, claiming thrust.
He wasn't done with you yet.
Riki's grip on your hips was firm, almost bruising, as he kept you in position on your knees, ass raised high for him.
He stayed buried deep inside you, not moving for a few seconds, just letting you feel every inch of him stretching you open.
Then, slowly, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back as he kissed the nape of your neck — soft at first, almost tender, before his teeth grazed the same spot and bit down possessively.
You whimpered, fingers curling tighter into the sheets.
He started moving again, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in with a deep, rolling thrust that made your whole body jolt forward.
The wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding into your soaked pussy filled the room, mixing with your shaky moans and his low, rough groans.
"Fuck… you feel so good like this" he murmured against your shoulder, voice thick and hoarse.
His hands slid up your sides in a slow caress, palms warm and gentle for a moment, tracing the curve of your waist before he gripped your hips again and snapped forward harder.
You moaned louder, pushing back against him instinctively. Riki rewarded you with another deep thrust, but before he continued, he leaned down and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the center of your back, right between your shoulder blades.
The contrast — the softness of his lips followed by the sharp snap of his hips — made your head spin.
"Riki…" you gasped, voice trembling as he fucked you deeper, the angle letting him hit that perfect spot with every thrust.
He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against your skin.
One of his hands left your hip and slid up your back in a slow, soothing stroke, fingers tracing your spine before he brought it down again in a firm spank on your ass.
The sting bloomed hot across your skin, making you cry out, but he immediately rubbed the spot gently with his palm, almost apologetically, before spanking you again.
"You like that?" he breathed against your ear, voice low and filthy. "my hand on your ass while i fuck you like this?"
You nodded frantically, moaning into the sheets. "yes… fuck, yes…"
Riki kissed your shoulder again, almost sweetly, before biting down on the same spot, sucking hard enough to leave another dark mark.
His hips never stopped their relentless rhythm — deep, powerful thrusts that made the bed creak beneath you.
Every time he bottomed out, a wet slap echoed through the room, your arousal coating his cock and dripping down your thighs.
He reached around and found your clit again, rubbing slow, firm circles with his fingers while he continued pounding into you. His other hand stayed on your hip, holding you in place as he fucked you harder, the roughness mixing with those small moments of tenderness that made everything feel even more intense.
"You're so fucking wet" he groaned, voice rough but laced with something softer.
You moaned helplessly, pushing back against him every time, chasing every thrust.
Riki leaned over you again, chest pressed to your back, and kissed the side of your neck before biting down, sucking another mark into your skin.
His hand on your clit sped up slightly, drawing tight circles that made your legs shake.
"Riki… please…" you whimpered, voice breaking. "feels so good…"
He groaned deeply, the sound raw in his throat as he thrust deeper, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting growing louder.
His hand left your clit for a moment to caress your ass again, squeezing the soft flesh before delivering another sharp spank.
The sting made you cry out, but he immediately soothed it with gentle strokes, almost reverent.
"I love the way you take me" he panted against your neck, kissing the fresh bite mark. "so fucking perfect."
He kept fucking you like that for a long time — rough, deep thrusts mixed with soft kisses and gentle caresses.
His hands roamed your body constantly: squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, sliding down to rub your clit, then gripping your hips again to pull you back onto his cock.
Every spank was followed by a soothing rub. Every bite was preceded by a slow, open-mouthed kiss.
You were a mess beneath him — moaning, whimpering, pushing back to meet every thrust, completely lost in the feeling of him.
Riki's groans were low and constant, his breathing ragged as he fucked you, the bed creaking loudly under the force.
He suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the loss, but before you could protest he flipped you onto your back again.
He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he thrust back inside you in one smooth motion.
You cried out, the new angle letting him hit even deeper on your overstimulated pussy.
Riki groaned loudly, burying his face in your neck as he started fucking you with long, powerful strokes.
His hands held your thighs, keeping you open for him as he drove into you, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and obscene.
"Fuck, baby…" he panted, voice breaking. "you're squeezing me so tight. so good."
You moaned his name, nails digging into his back again as he fucked you harder, deeper, the pleasure building higher and higher.
Riki kissed you again, deep and messy, tongues sliding together as he continued pounding into you, the bed shaking beneath you both.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and intense.
"You're mine" he growled, thrusting hard. "say it."
"I'm yours" you gasped, voice trembling. "only yours, Riki…"
He groaned deeply, hips snapping faster as he chased the pleasure, his hands gripping your thighs tightly.
The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies meeting, your desperate moans, and his low, rough groans.
Riki kept you folded beneath him, your legs hooked over his broad shoulders, your body completely open and vulnerable to every deep thrust.
He didn't rush. he started fucking you with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, burying himself to the hilt each time before dragging back out, letting you feel every inch of his thick cock stretching your soaked walls.
The wet, obscene sound of him sliding in and out of you filled the quiet cabin, mixing with your shaky breaths and his low, guttural groans.
"Look at you" he murmured, voice thick and rough, that signature low purr rumbling in his chest.
His dark eyes were locked on your face, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed your expression. "all flushed and pretty for me. you look so good like this."
Your cheeks were burning red, heat spreading across your face and down your neck. you couldn't hide it — the way your lips were parted, the way your eyes fluttered every time he bottomed out, the way your body trembled under his weight.
Riki drank it all in, his hips rolling deeper, grinding against you in a way that made your toes curl.
You moaned softly, fingers digging into his back as he hit that perfect spot again and again. "Riki… ah— p..please... so deep—"
He groaned, the sound low and heavy, almost animalistic. he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your lips. "yeah? you feel me all the way up here?" he thrust harder, deliberately, making sure you felt every inch.
Your head fell back against the mattress, a high, desperate moan escaping your throat. Riki's hand slid up your thigh, gripping it firmly to keep your leg in place as he fucked you.
He suddenly slowed down, almost torturously, grinding deep inside you instead of pulling out.
His hips moved in slow circles, pressing against your clit with every roll. you whimpered, trying to move your hips to get more friction, but he held you still, completely in control.
You were a mess beneath him — face flushed bright red, lips swollen from earlier kisses, eyes glassy with pleasure.
Riki stared at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, his own cheeks slightly pink, hair falling messily over his forehead.
He finally leaned down and kissed you.
The kiss was deep, slow, and consuming. his tongue slid against yours in long, sensual strokes, tasting you like he couldn't get enough.
You moaned into his mouth, your hands sliding up to cup his face, thumbs brushing his sharp jawline. Riki groaned against your lips, the sound vibrating through the kiss as he started fucking you again, hips snapping forward with more urgency while his tongue continued its slow exploration of your mouth.
You were completely lost in him. your legs shook around his shoulders as he drove into you, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting growing louder.
Every thrust made your breasts bounce between you, and Riki couldn't resist breaking the kiss to lean down and suck one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling before he bit down gently.
"Riki— ah!" you cried out, back arching.
He groaned around your breast, the vibration sending sparks through your body.
He switched to the other one, sucking and biting, leaving more marks across your chest. his hips never stopped moving, fucking you with deep, steady thrusts that made your head spin.
"you're so fucking pretty when you're like this" he panted, voice rough. "all red and moaning my name. makes me want to keep you here all day."
You whimpered, fingers threading through his hair and tugging. "please… don't stop…"
Riki groaned deeply, the sound almost a purr as he fucked you harder again, the bed creaking louder beneath you.
He kissed you again — messy, desperate, tongues sliding together as his hips snapped forward. your moans were muffled against his mouth, your body trembling as the pleasure built higher and higher.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and intense. "you gonna cum for me, baby? i can feel you squeezing me so tight."
You nodded frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes. "yes— Riki, i'm so close…"
He groaned, thrusting harder, deeper, his thumb finding your clit again and rubbing fast, tight circles.
Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, your body tensing beneath him as the orgasm finally crashed over you.
You came hard, walls clenching rhythmically around his cock, a broken cry of his name spilling from your lips.
Your entire body shook, legs trembling over his shoulders as waves of pleasure ripped through you.
Riki groaned loudly, the sound deep and raw as he felt you cum around him. he kept fucking you through it, hips snapping faster, chasing his own release.
His breathing was ragged, groans turning into low, desperate sounds as he buried his face in your neck.
"Fuck— i'm gonna cum" he panted against your skin. "gonna fill you up, baby. you want that?"
You nodded weakly, still trembling from your orgasm. "yes… please…"
With a deep, broken groan, Riki thrust deep one last time and came hard. thick, hot streams of cum spilled inside you, pulse after pulse as he emptied himself deep in your pussy.
He kept moving slowly, grinding through his orgasm, making sure every drop stayed inside you.
But he wasn't done.
He pulled out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss.
He stroked his still-hard cock fast, aiming at your body. the first thick rope landed across your abdomen, the second on your pussy, painting your folds with his cum.
He kept stroking, milking himself until the last drops fell onto your skin.
You lay there, breathing hard, body marked and covered in him, face still flushed red.
Riki looked down at you, chest heaving, eyes dark with satisfaction and something softer underneath. he leaned down and kissed your forehead, then your lips, slow and gentle this time.
The room was quiet again, only the sound of your heavy breathing and the distant waves outside.
Riki buried deep inside you again for a long, quiet moment, his forehead pressed against yours as both of you caught your breath.
His cock twitched inside you, still pulsing with the last aftershocks of his orgasm. he didn't pull out right away.
Instead, he rolled his hips slowly, pushing his cum deeper into you with lazy, deliberate thrusts, making sure you felt every drop.
You whimpered softly, oversensitive and full, your walls fluttering around him. Riki let out a low, satisfied hum, kissing the corner of your mouth gently.
"Gotta keep it in" he murmured, voice hoarse but teasing. "don't want any of it wasting, do we?"
He finally pulled out slowly, watching with dark eyes as a thick trail of his cum leaked from your pussy.
Before it could drip too far, he used two fingers to push it back inside you, stuffing you gently but possessively. you gasped at the sensation, legs still trembling.
"Riki…" you breathed, half-complaint, half-plea.
He smirked, wiping his fingers on your inner thigh before finally pulling his shorts and boxers back up, tucking himself away like nothing had happened.
He was still fully dressed otherwise — tank top slightly damp with sweat, shorts hanging low on his hips. meanwhile, you were a complete mess: legs spread, pussy creamy and leaking his cum, body covered in bites, hickeys, and red fingerprints.
Riki stood there for a second, admiring the sight with a lazy, satisfied grin.
"Look at you" he said, voice low and mocking in that lazy way. "all fucked out and stuffed full of me. you're literally dripping, dwarf. such a pretty little disaster."
You groaned, covering your face with your arm, still breathing hard.
Your legs stayed open, too tired to close them yet. Riki chuckled softly and reached for your phone on the nightstand.
"By the way… did you text your mom that we got back safe?" he asked, already unlocking your phone with the password he knew by heart.
You shook your head, still trying to catch your breath. "no… not yet."
Riki hummed, typing quickly. "figures. i'll do it. can't have her worrying and coming back early."
He sent the message, then tossed the phone aside.
He moved back to the bed, placing his hands on your knees and gently spreading your legs a little wider, eyes dropping to your creamy, used pussy with obvious pride.
"Damn… you look so good like this" he murmured, voice softer now, almost reverent. "all marked up, full of my cum, legs shaking. my perfect girl."
You let out a tired, embarrassed laugh. "you're so annoying."
He grinned, but there was real affection in his eyes. "yeah, but you love it."
You tried to sit up, but your legs felt like jelly. "help me to the bathroom… i can't walk like this."
Riki's expression softened further. without a word, he slid his arms under you — one behind your back, the other under your knees — and lifted you effortlessly, cradling you against his chest.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his shoulder as he carried you to the bathroom.
He kicked the door shut behind you both and set you down gently on the edge of the sink counter.
The bathroom light was soft, and the mirror showed exactly how wrecked you looked: hair messy, lips swollen, shoulders and chest covered in marks, thighs shiny with his cum.
Riki turned on the warm water in the sink and grabbed a clean washcloth.
He wet it and started cleaning you carefully, wiping your face first, then your neck and chest. his touch was surprisingly gentle now, the roughness from earlier replaced with quiet care.
"You're really red everywhere" he said, voice low as he cleaned between your legs with soft strokes. "does it hurt?"
"A little" you admitted, wincing when he touched a particularly sensitive bite mark on your breast. "you went kinda hard."
Riki hummed, pressing a soft kiss to the mark. "sorry. couldn't help it. you make me lose control when you look at me like that."
You stayed quiet as he continued cleaning you, his hands moving with surprising patience.
He wiped your thighs, your pussy, even carefully pushing some of the leaking cum back inside you with his fingers, making you shiver.
"Riki…" you whispered, half-protest.
"Shh. Just keeping it where it belongs" he murmured, a small smirk on his lips. but his eyes were soft.
He finished cleaning you, then helped you stand on shaky legs, holding you steady against his chest.
"You okay?" he asked again, voice quieter this time, more serious. "not just physically. i was… kinda rough earlier. with the biting and everything.”
You nodded, leaning into him. "i'm okay. it was a lot, but… i wanted it too."
Riki wrapped his arms around you, holding you close for a long moment.
The bathroom was warm and quiet, the only sound the distant waves outside and your breathing.
"I hate fighting with you" he said against your hair. "even when i'm mad, i still just wanna be close to you like this."
You hugged him tighter. "me too."
He pulled back slightly and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips — slow and sweet this time. when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.
"Let's get you cleaned up properly" he whispered. "then we can nap until your family gets back. sound good?"
You nodded, feeling safe and warm in his arms despite everything that had happened.
Riki turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature before helping you step in.
He stayed with you the whole time, washing your hair gently, running soapy hands over your marked body with careful touches, kissing every bruise and bite mark like an apology and a claim at the same time.
NERDY BF JAKE LETTING YOU RIDE HIM WHILE WEARING HIS GLASSES AND HE WHIMPERS AND IS SO VOCAL MMMMMM
𓂃 good boy
𖦹 𝑏𝑓!𝑗𝑎𝑘𝑒 & 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 , 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 ꫂ
You straddle Jake’s lap on his bed, the room dimly lit by his desk lamp and scattered with comic books and gaming controllers. His glasses sit perched on your nose, the thick black frames sliding down slightly as you grind against his hard cock, already slick with your dripping wetness. Jake looks up at you with wide, needy eyes, his cheeks flushed pink behind those messy brown curls.
“Fuck, baby… you look so hot wearing my glasses,” he whimpers, his voice cracking as you sink down onto him slowly. His thick length stretches your tight pussy open, inch by inch, until he’s buried balls deep inside you. You feel every vein and ridge pulsing against your walls.
You start to ride him, rolling your hips in deep circles, your tits bouncing with every movement. Jake’s hands grip your thighs desperately, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he lets out a shaky moan. “Oh god… yes, just like that. You’re so fucking wet and tight around me. I can feel you squeezing my cock.”
His glasses fog up a little on your face from the heat building between you. You bounce harder, slamming your ass down onto him, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room along with his vocal whimpers. Jake throws his head back, mouth open as he gasps and moans without shame.
“Shit… you’re gonna make me cum already. Ride me faster, please. I love how your pussy takes all of me,” he whines, his hips bucking up weakly to meet your rhythm. Sweat beads on his forehead, and he looks so fucking nerdy and wrecked beneath you, completely lost in the pleasure.
You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and grind your clit against his pelvis with every downward thrust. His cock hits that perfect spot deep inside you over and over, making your juices coat his balls and drip down his thighs.
Jake’s voice gets louder, breathy and broken. “Ahh… fuck, baby, right there. You’re so good at this. I can’t… “ He reaches up with trembling hands to squeeze your breasts, pinching your nipples as he whimpers again. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop riding my cock. I’m yours… all yours.”
You pick up the pace, fucking him rougher, your pussy clenching around his throbbing dick. Jake’s eyes roll back, and he starts babbling, completely vocal and desperate. “Yes, yes, yes… oh my god…Fuck, I’m so close already.”
His whimpers turn into full moans as you ride him relentlessly, the glasses slipping further down your nose. Jake’s grip on your hips tightens, and he thrusts up into you with needy jerks. “I’m cumming… fuck, I’m cumming inside you! Don’t stop, please… take it all.”
You feel him explode deep in your pussy, hot thick ropes of cum flooding you as he cries out your name in broken gasps, body shaking underneath you. Even after he finishes, he keeps whimpering softly, oversensitive and still hard as you keep grinding on his spent cock. “I need more of your tight pussy.”
You keep riding Jake hard, your soaked pussy sliding up and down his cock with filthy wet sounds, his cum from the first load already leaking out around his shaft and making everything even messier. His glasses stay perched on your face, slightly crooked now as you bounce. Jake is a whimpering mess beneath you, hands squeezing your ass while he moans loudly.
“Fuck, baby, you’re draining me… I can’t believe how good you feel,” he gasps, voice cracking.
But his hips start bucking up with more force, and suddenly Jake lets out a needy growl. In one quick movement he sits up, wraps his arms around your waist, and flips you over. He pushes you down onto the bed on your back, the mattress bouncing under you. His glasses remain on your face as he crawls over you, breathing heavy and eyes dark with lust behind his messy curls.
You barely have time to catch your breath before Jake kneels between your spread legs, stroking his slick, still-hard cock furiously. He looks down at you with pure desperation, his tip swollen and leaking.
“Look at you…” he whimpers, pumping himself faster. “I need to cum on that pretty face. Can I? Please let me paint you.”
He leans over you, one hand braced beside your head while the other jerks his cock right above your face. His balls tighten as he stares at you through the lenses. “Oh shit… I’m so close. You look so hot right now. Open your mouth, baby. Stick your tongue out for me.”
Jake’s strokes get erratic, his whimpers turning into broken moans. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Thick ropes of hot cum shoot from his cock, splattering across your cheeks, lips, and tongue. Some lands right on the lenses of his glasses, dripping down the frames as he keeps pumping every last drop. He groans loudly, body shaking while he milks himself dry onto you.
“Take it… take all my cum like a good girl,” he moans, voice hoarse.
When he’s finally spent, Jake collapses beside you, chest heaving. He reaches out with a trembling finger, smearing some of his cum across your bottom lip and pushing it into your mouth.
“Swallow for me,” he whispers, still sounding needy. “We’re not done yet… I want to fuck you again after you clean up like that.”
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PAIRING : idol yang jungwon x f. reader ; established bf/gf relationship
GENRE : smut 21+ ⤷ do not interact if you’re underage!ˎˊ˗ WARNING : includes; sub/dom reader, sub won, slow burn, new relationship, first time, consensual conversations, a lot of dialogue, apologetic won, touching, kissing, dry h*mping, stimulation, hand job, spitting, oral s*x (m. receiving), c*ming, c*ming in mouth, c*m swallowing, satisfied reader, satisfied won, turns fluff in the end!
SYNOPSIS : after months of shy glances, nervous touches, and slowly adjusting to your new relationship, you finally spend your first night alone with Jungwon at his dorm. As someone who’s never been in a relationship before, Jungwon is adorably awkward and easily flustered around you — especially when things become more intimate. What starts as a cozy night of relaxing, teasing, and sharing a bed for the first time quickly turns into an unexpectedly steamy and emotional night when Jungwon accidentally reveals just how much he wants you. As boundaries blur and feelings deepen, the two of you navigate first-time nerves, trust, and affection, discovering that intimacy feels a lot less scary when it’s with someone you love.
The dorm is unusually quiet when you arrive.
Usually there’s noise, one of the members yelling from another room, music playing too loudly from the upper dorm, or the living room tv running in the background but tonight—everything felt calmer. Softer.
When Jungwon opens the door for you, he looks relieved to see you. And also nervous. Very nervous.
“Hi,” he says, sounding a bit winded.
You smile immediately. “Hey…you okay?”
He steps aside to let you in, avoiding eye contact. “Sorry, I was cleaning my room.”
“Oh, okay.” You say, analyzing him quickly. His hair was golden blonde and shiny, like he’d just washed it. He wore nothing but a black shirt that hung comfortably around his slim frame and broad shoulders, accompanied by some sweats, socks, and his silver dangly hoops. You also couldn’t help but notice his face already turning pink, which only made his whole entire presence even more adorable.
You slip your shoes off near the door while he awkwardly hovered nearby like he was unsure what he was supposed to do with his hands. The relationship was still new enough, and you could tell that moments alone together sometimes felt overwhelming for him. But not in a bad way.
This was his first real relationship. His first time having someone he could hold, kiss, text late at night, miss constantly. Sometimes you could even physically see him trying to figure out how to be a “boyfriend”. And honestly? It was one of your favorite things about him.
“You hungry?” He asks.
“You cooked?!”
His expression immediately offended. “Why does everyone sound surprised when I say that?”
“Because last time you almost burned the ramen.”
“That only happened once though...”
“Twice, Won.”
He sighs dramatically while leading you toward the kitchen. “You’re mean to me already and you just got here.”
“You like it.” You say, raising your brows.
Muttering something under his breath that sounded like a “Maybe.” He chuckled, smile reaching from ear to ear.
⸻
Dinner ended up being simple. Takeout, shared drinks, your legs tangling together beneath the table while Jungwon tried very hard to act unaffected every time your foot brushed his ankle.
You catch him staring multiple times and every single time, he immediately looked away.
Finally, midway through a conversation, you paused.
He blinks. “What?”
“You keep looking at me.”
“No I don’t.”
“You literally are right now.”
“I’m listening to you.”
“With heart eyes.”
His entire face turns red so fast you almost laugh.
“I do not have “heart eyes.”
“You do.”
“ Ugh, I hate you.” He huffs with a grin.
“No you don’t.”
Quietly, without thinking, he mumbles, “Obviously not.” The words being so soft you almost miss them. But your chest warms instantly. Because Jungwon’s affection always would sneak out like that—unintentional and honest.
⸻
Later, the two of you end up curled together on the couch watching a movie neither of you were paying attention to anymore. And at some point, Jungwon’s arm slowly settled behind you. Not fully around you. But just there as if he was testing if it was “okay”.
You lean into him on purpose. His breathing immediately changes. You hid your smile against his shoulder.
“You’re tense Wonnie.”
“I’m trying not to be.”
“Why?”
“Because every time you touch me, I forget how to act.”
The honesty catches you off guard. You tilt your head to look at him. “That was smooth.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be.”
“Well, that makes it even smoother.” You say nudging him. He groans softly, dropping his head back against the couch. “You make me nervous...”
“You keep telling me that.”
“Because it’s true...”
You grin before cuddling closer, and this time his arm finally wraps properly behind your waist. The second he relaxes into it, neither of you move for a while. Just quiet, warm and comfortable. Domestic in a way that felt strangely intimate. Eventually, Jungwon glances down at the time on his phone and frowns.
“It’s getting late.”
You look over at his screen. “Oh.”
“Yeah...”
There’s a brief silence. And then…
“You could stay.”
The words come out quick, almost like he says them right before he could lose the courage. Your eyes flick back to him.
Jungwon immediately sits up straight. “Only if you want to,” he adds quickly. “I just mean it’s late and I don’t want you going home this tired and—”
“Okay…I’ll stay.”
He stops talking instantly.
“…Really?”
“Really.” You swear his brain short-circuits for a second.
“Oh.”
“You asked me to.”
“I know… I just didn’t think you’d actually say yes.”
You laugh. “Should I take it back?”
“No.” Too quick he blurts. Way too quick. Now he was embarrassed again.
“You’re cute,” you cooed.
“Please stop saying that when I’m trying to be cool.”
“You’ve never been cool.” You admit jokingly.
“That’s actually devastating.” He says, shaking his head dramatically.
⸻
A little while later, Jungwon disappears into his room while you brushed your teeth in the bathroom. When you come back out, he’s standing awkwardly beside the bed holding a folded shirt.
“Here, you can wear this to sleep,” he offers.
It’s one of his “oversized” t-shirts. Not oversized for him but definitely oversized for your smaller body.
You take it from him carefully. “Thank you.”
He nods once. Then immediately adds, “I’ll, uh… look away while you change.”
“You know I can just use the bathroom again, right?”
“Oh.”
He pauses. “…Right, of course.”
You laugh softly before heading back anyway.
The moment you pull his shirt on, you realize exactly how oversized it was for you. It smelled exactly like him—a mix of clean laundry and the faint, citrusy scent of his cologne. It swallowed you whole, the hem hitting mid-thigh, and it did little to hide the way your heart was hammering against your ribs. Being in his shirt. You couldn’t help but stare at yourself for a second but quickly shook it off, heading back to Jungwon who was anticipating your return.
The second he’d looked up from his phone, he froze completely. Actually freezes. His eyes widen just slightly before darting away almost immediately. His cheeks flushing a deep, unmistakable crimson. It was the first time he’d seen you so domestic, so exposed in his space.
“…Uh.”
You bite back a smile. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“You looked at me like you saw a ghost.”
“No I didn’t y/n.”
“You did…” You say, smacking your lips.
“I just wasn’t expecting—” His sentence cuts off halfway when his eyes accidentally flick down your body. You walk closer slowly, amused by how visibly flustered he was now.
“It’s just a shirt.”
“It’s my shirt.” His throat bobs.
“That’s the issue?”
He lets out a quiet breath through his nose. “You look really good in it.” The sincerity in his voice completely melts you for a second. “Thank you, Wonnie.” And now he was shy again. But God, was he cute.
⸻
Getting into bed together somehow felt more intimate than making out ever has. As you climbed in beside him, the mattress dipped, and for a long moment, you both just stared forward, waiting for someone to break the silence.
The air in the small room felt heavy, charged with the kind of electricity that only comes when two people were hyper-aware of each others movement.
Where your legs are.
Where his hands were.
How close you were both laying.
Jungwon stayed stiff beside you for almost five full minutes. You eventually turning toward him with a grin. “Are you gonna relax at any point, Wonnie?”
“I am relaxed.”
“You look like you’re preparing for surgery.”
He laughs quietly, despite covering his face for a second.
“This is hard...”
“What is?”
“You being this close.”
Your expression softens.
“You know you can hold me, right?”
He looks at you carefully, almost cautiously.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
Slowly, like he’s still asking permission, he moves closer and wraps an arm around your waist beneath the blanket. The second you curl against his chest, his entire body goes hot.
You can feel his heartbeat immediately. Fast. Very fast. You tilt your head up slightly. “Your heart’s racing.”
“Ah, really? You can feel it?”
“Yes, it’s impossible not to notice.”
“Great...” He groans.
You laugh quietly, at his sarcastic tone.
After a few moments, his fingers start absentmindedly tracing tiny patterns against your side underneath the cover. It’s hesitant at first, but once he realized it, you relaxed even more.
“This okay?” He asks softly.
“Mhm.” Eyes fluttering shut at the gentle touch of his skin.
“You’ll tell me if something isn’t?”
“Okay...”
He nods once like that answer genuinely reassured him.
Then after another pause, quietly, “I really like this.” Your chest tightening a little at the sweetness of his voice, against your ear. “Me too.” You sleepily agreed. And eventually, sometime in the middle of soft conversations, sleepy kisses, and long silences, both of you end up drifting off to sleep, tangled in each other’s arms, for the first time.
⸻
You don’t know how much later it is when something woke you from your sleep. At first, you thought you just dreamt it. A soft sound? A sigh? But then, another one… A quiet, breathy moan against your neck. Your eyes slowly opened. Jungwon was pressed much closer to you now in his sleep, face half buried against your shoulder. His arm was tight around your waist, and his breathing was very uneven.
Then you feel it. His brow were furrowed, and another broken sound escaped his lips. Before you could fully process it, he shifted, his body reacting to a dream he’d could only imagine. Jungwon rolls closer, his weight pressing against your a*s, his movements becoming rhythmic—unconscious but insistent. The friction of his sleep-induced movements sent a jolt of heat straight through you, leaving you breathless and completely flustered.
“Oh my god…” You mouthed quietly.
You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, trying to ignore how your stomach twisted at the feeling. But then Jungwon let out another muffled whine in his sleep, accidentally pulling you into him.
Your brain completely scrambles. “Jungwon,” you whisper. And of course, no response. Another slow movement, his breath hot against your neck as he continued to move against you. The tension in the room snapping quickly from innocent to overwhelming, just like that. Finally, you reached out, gently shaking his shoulder. “Jungwon!”
His eyes flutter open slowly. And for a few seconds he just looks dazed. Then realization had hit him all at once. He jerks backwards immediately like he had just been burned.
“Oh my god!” His voice sounded horrified. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was doing that—”
“It’s okay, Jungwon...” You tried to express, as you both sat up.
“No, it’s not, I literally—” He covers his face with both hands instantly. “Please forgive me.”
You can’t help but laugh softly at his immediate apology.
“That’s embarrassing to you?”
“Yes! Of course it is.”
“But you were asleep.”
“That makes it worse!” He huffs.
“It really doesn’t.”
He groans into his hands. “I’m never sleeping again.”
You slowly reach out, gently pulling one of his wrists away from his face. His eyes were still full of embarrassment. “Look at me Jungwon…”
“…What?”
“I didn’t hate it...”
He stares at you blankly.
“Wait, what?”
“I said I didn’t hate it.”
“You liked it?” The disbelief in his voice is almost adorable.
You shrug teasingly. “Maybe...”
Jungwon’s ears turn red almost instantly.
“You’re serious?”
“Mhm.” You say biting your lip.
His breathing changes again immediately. You can practically see the internal panic happening in real time. “But I thought—I mean—I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t.”
He searches your face carefully, making sure you meant it. “You promise?”
“I promise.” And for a second neither of you speak. The room suddenly gets warmer.
Then quietly, almost painfully shy, Jungwon asks. “…Can I kiss you?”
You smile before answering. “You’re asking like you’ve never kissed me before.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
His eyes flick down to your lips again before he swallows hard. “Because right now I actually might pass out.” A laugh slips out of you before you could stop it. Jungwon groans softly. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious.”
“But you’re so cute.”
“I’m trying to have a moment.” He crumbles his eyebrows.
“Okay okay baby, I’m sorry.” You coo at him.
The pet name completely ruins him.
His expression immediately softens, all shy eyes and pink cheeks as he stared at you for a second too long.
“…You called me baby.”
“You noticed?”
“Obviously I noticed.”
Your heart melts a little at how genuinely flustered he looked right now.
You reach up, brushing your fingers carefully through the messy strands of hair falling into his eyes. He leans into the touch instinctively, almost sleepily, despite the tension between you now. “Come here,” you whisper. Jungwon hesitates for half a second before leaning in slowly. Very slowly. Like he’s giving you every possible chance to stop him.
The kiss starts soft and careful. His lips move against yours tentatively at first, nervousness obvious in every little pause. But the second you kissed him back deeper, his breathing stuttered.
One of his hands tightens unconsciously on the cover. You can feel how overwhelmed he was becoming. When you shift your thigh over his, settling it between his legs, he breaks the kiss with a quiet gasp. “Mmmh,” he whispers under his breath.
You grin slightly. “You okay?”
“Maybe not...”
His honesty makes you laugh softly again, but this time he doesn’t hide from it. Instead he ducks his face briefly against your shoulder, an embarrassed smile pressing against your skin.
“You make me lose my mind,” he mumbles. You slide your hand gently along the back of his neck, feeling him shiver immediately beneath your touch. That reaction alone nearly gets to you.
“Jungwon.”
“Mhm?”
“You know you can touch me more, right?”
His eyes lift to yours carefully.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
“I will.” He blinks once, visibly reassured by that.
Slowly, his hand moves from the cover to your waist beneath his oversized shirt you wore. His palm is warm against your skin, fingers hesitant at first before settling there more confidently. You feel his breath hitch when your hand slides lightly across his chest. “You’re shaking again,” you whisper.
“I can’t help it.”
“You nervous?”
“I’ve literally never done this before.”
The vulnerability in his voice makes your chest ache.
You soften immediately, brushing your thumb gently against his cheek. “Hey. We don’t have to rush anything.”
“I know.”
“Seriously.”
“I know,” he repeats quietly. “I just… want you really bad.”
Your stomach flips instantly. Probably because of how sincere he sounded saying it. Not cocky, not smooth but honest. Jungwon looks almost embarrassed by his own confession afterward, eyes dropping away from yours. “Was that too much to say?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
“You’re adorable.”
He lets out a quiet whine. “Please stop calling me adorable when I’m trying to be attractive.”
“You are attractive.”
And that shuts him up immediately.
You can literally watch the thought process crash behind his big cat-like eyes.
“You can’t just say stuff like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because then I stop functioning.”
You laugh softly before pulling him back in for another kiss. And this one lasts longer. Jungwon relaxing into it more now, slowly gaining confidence each time your lips met. His hand on your waist tightening slightly when you shift closer beneath him, your legs tangling together under the cover. The kiss growing wetter. Messier. You feel his breathing turn uneven again when your nails lightly scratch against the back of his neck.
A quiet moan escaping him before he could stop it. He immediately pulls back.
“Ah...”
You blink up at him innocently. “What’s wrong?”
“That noise.”
“What about it?”
“I heard it.”
You burst into laughter.
Jungwon drops forward dramatically, hiding his burning face against your shoulder again. “I’m actually never recovering from this.”
“It was cute.”
“Stop saying cute!”
“But it was.”
He groans again, voice muffled against your skin. “You’re making this impossible for me.”
Your fingers slide through his hair soothingly, and after a moment he finally lifts his head again. His lips were slightly swollen now. His eyes were darker too. The sight of him made heat curl in your lower stomach.
Jungwon notices you staring this time.
“What?”
“You’re really f*cking hot.”
The words slip out before you could stop them.
He goes quiet immediately.
Then softer, almost shy again despite everything. “You always say stuff like that so easily.”
“Because it’s true.”
His thumb brushes gently along your waist underneath the shirt, slower this time. More deliberate.
“You know,” he says quietly, “I used to rehearse what I was gonna say to you before we started dating.”
You blink. “What?”
“I was so nervous.”
“You rehearsed conversations?”
“…Yes.”
“Wonnie! That is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”
He sighs dramatically. “There you go again...”
“No seriously, Jungwon—”
“I’d literally stand in the mirror trying to figure out how to talk to you.”
You stare at him for a second before your expression melts completely.
“You liked me that much?”
His cheeks turn rosy again.
“…Yeah.”
The room suddenly feels safer now. More vulnerable. Not just heated tension anymore, something sweeter was seeping from underneath it all. You lean forward, kissing him more gentle this time, way slower than before. Jungwon kisses you back immediately, one hand carefully cradling your waist while the other slid nervously on your thigh.
Then he pauses.
“You’re really okay?” He asks quietly.
“With what?”
“This.” He gestures down to his hands on your body.
His voice is so careful it almost hurts.
You nod immediately. “I am.”
He searches your face for another second before finally relaxing again. And this time when he kisses you, he stops holding back. Jungwon kisses you like he’s still figuring out how to breathe through it. Slow, warm presses of his lips against yours, careful hand holding your waist like he’s scared of moving too fast. But despite how gentle he was being, you could feel the tension building in him more and more each second. Especially when you began to french kiss him.
You couldn’t help but hum at the sensation of Jungwon’s big tongue as it tried to find its way around your mouth. You can tell he was being cautious as you chased him, wanting him to devour you right there. You pull back just enough to look at him. His cheeks were flushed once again, breathing uneven as he avoided eye contact for a moment.
“What?” You whispered, already knowing.
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying Won.”
“I’m not lying y/n…”
“You’re a terrible liar.” That earned a tiny embarrassed smile before he looked down at himself.
“Ugh, you make this so hard,” he mumbles.
Your eyebrows lift slightly. “…Hard?”
Jungwon stopped. Then immediately realized what he had just said.
“Wait,” he groans softly. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
You start laughing instantly.
“Yes you did.”
“No, I—okay…maybe I did a little.”
“You’re so gone right now.” You chuckle, smacking his shoulder.
“Can you blame me?”
The honesty in his voice sends warmth straight through you. Your hand slides gently down his side beneath the cover, and the moment your fingers brush the hem of his sweats, Jungwon inhales sharply. His grip squeezing around your waist immediately.
“Baby,” he whispers nervously.
“You okay?”
“Mhm.”
“You sure?”
He nods quickly, though he still looked overwhelmed. Carefully, you let your hand rest against his hip for a moment before sliding it right on top of…his boner. Jungwon visibly tenses, his head dropping back with a quiet groan of embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles immediately.
You blink. “Why are you apologizing?”
“Because this is—” He cuts himself off, too embarrassed to finish. “You know...”
Your heart almost bursts at how shy he still continued to be.
“It’s okay,” you whisper reassuringly.
He still couldn’t look at you.
“I swear I’m not trying to pressure you or anything,” he says quickly. “I just can’t help it right now.”
“I know.”
“If you want me to stop or calm down or—”
“Jungwon…” Your voice firm. He finally looks down at you.
“You don’t have to apologize for being turned on, baby.”
His entire face goes completely hazy.
Your finger pulls gently at the band of his sweats, making them snap back softly against his waist, before speaking again.
“Do you want me to help?”
His eyes shoot open immediately.
“…Help?”
“Mhm.”
The poor boy looked like his brain completely stopped working.
“You don’t have to,” he says quietly, though the hopeful look on his face said otherwise.
“I know I don’t.”
You glided your hand carefully over his c*ck that pressed up against his pants, feeling him shiver beneath the friction.
“But I want to.” You whispered as you began to palm him softly.
Jungwon lets out the softest, most overwhelmed moan you’ve ever heard.
“Mmhp—you serious?” He says, choking on his own words.
“Yes.”
He stares at you for another second before covering his face with one hand again. “I’m trying so hard not to freak out right now.”
You laugh softly, pulling his hand away from his face. “Hey,” you murmur. “We’ll take it slow, okay?” Those words coming from you, seemed to calm him instantly.
Jungwon loved your reassurance, it only fueled the fire he had for you even more. It made him feel secure and helped boost his confidence, every time you gave him the “okay” for the things he wasn’t so sure about. Jungwon was a gentlemen, always asking your permission first, even for the tiniest things. He was the sweetest, most thoughtful person you’d ever known, and you only wanted to repay him for being the best boyfriend by finally having this moment together, right here, right now. It was time.
“Okay,” he whispers.
“You tell me if anything feels weird or uncomfortable.”
“I will.”
“And you don’t have to act all confident with me.” A tiny smile finally appearing on his face at that.
“Good,” he says quietly. “Because I definitely can’t.
You lean in to kiss him again, while your hand slowly slithered into his sweats and then his boxers. He was trembling slightly, not out of fear, but from the sheer sensory overload of finally feeling you touch him. When your hand found him through his boxers, he let out a choked sound, his head falling back against the pillows.
"I don't... I want to make sure I'm doing this right," he whispered, his voice thick and strained.
"You don’t have to worry, I’ve got you.” You solidified. You began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, watching the way his eyes squeezed shut. Every time your thumb brushed the head of his length which was already leaking at tip. His hips jerked upward instinctively, echoing the movements he’d had been doing earlier in his sleep. His member was warm and thick, pulsing right in the palm of your hand. He was already being so responsive, so raw, and you haven’t even truly begun yet.
You shifted, sliding his boxers all the way down with your freehand, exposing him fully. The entire sight of him, combined with the soft, broken noises he was making, made your own p*ssy run wet. You bite your lip at the sight right in front of you, salivating as beads of wetness trickled down his shaft, slowly reaching the edges of your finger tips. His eyes immediately dropped to your hand like he couldn’t help but watch also.
“You okay?” You whispered softly, your eyes flicking up at him.
He nods once, though his face was completely wrinkled.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “Just… nervous.”
“You can tell me to stop anytime.”
“I know.” He blinks. But you knew in your mind he didn’t want you to ever stop, but it was the thought of communicating, that always counted the most in your relationship.
Your hand stayed there for a second, giving him time to breathe before pumping him. Jungwon’s gaze followed every tiny movement, almost hypnotized by it. It’s obvious no one’s ever touched him like this before.
“You’re staring,” you murmur teasingly.
“I can’t help it—feels so good.” He gulps.
His honesty made you smile instantly.
“You trust me?”
Jungwon looks at you for a second before nodding immediately.
“Yeah,” he says softly. “I do.”
That answer alone makes you want to wreck him.
You lean forward to kiss him while your hand simultaneously began to stroke him with more vigor. The firm, wet grasp of your hand rubbing the ridges of his member did nothing but send his body into shock, as he began to climax just off the few minutes of you j*rking him. Jungwon reached out, his fingers tangling in the sheets on either side of him. His knuckles turning white as he tried to keep himself from coming undone too quickly, causing him to break the kiss with a shaky whine.
“F*ck…”
You smile against his cheek. “Too much?”
“No,” he whispers quickly. “No, don’t stop.” He whinced.
When you lean in to kiss low along his neck, Jungwon’s hands instinctively fists as his body selfishly wanted more.
“Baby…” he whispers softly.
You pause immediately, looking up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he says quickly. “Just—”
He cuts himself off, clearly flustered.
“Just what? Tell me what you want, Wonnie.” You demanded gently.
His eyes flicked down toward your hand wrapped around his c*ck. The unspoken communication landing instantly as your eyes trailed his expression. Your face softens, “Mm, you want me to…?” Jungwon nods once without hesitation.
That answer made you stroke him slower, wanting him to just relax, wanting him to feel taken care of instead of uncomfortable with this new experience. Without any reluctance, you shifted over to lay between his legs, his c*ck still caged in your hand. He shivers as your hair brushed against his stomach. You could hear his breath quickly hitch as you spat directly onto his mushroom sized tip, that was throbbing pink from the constant stroking beforehand. You both watched as the saliva landed directly over the c*m that had now—been perfectly mixed together, pearly white and dripping.
When he felt the first damp heat of your tongue, his entire body went haywire, as you licked a slow, long stride up his shaft. "Wait—" he gasped, his eyes flying open at the sensitivity. "You don't have to—I didn't think—ahh sh*t…”
"Shhh, Jungwon," you whispered, looking up at him from in between his legs. The sound of his name, combined with the vulnerability of the position, seemed to have shattered the last of his composure, as you took him fully into your mouth. And the sound that left his throat wasn't no “shy” moan—it was a low, guttural growl of pure surrender.
He had spent months being the composed, hardworking leader everyone relied on, but here, in the dark of his dorm, he was falling apart under your spell. The hard press of your tongue and the tight, wet heat sent him into a state of a total—sensory—overload. He was no longer the composed idol the world knew. He was just a man experiencing a physical awakening that he hadn’t even known was possible.
His breath came in short, jagged gasps, as his fingers found their way into your hair. You can feel the pads of his fingers—not to pull you away, but as if he were trying to hold onto something solid while his brain spun out of control.
"I... I can't..." he choked out, his voice a ragged whisper.
The rhythmic roll of his hips became more frantic, his body taking over where his mind couldn't keep up. You looked up for a second, catching his gaze for a split second. His eyes were blown wide, dark with a mix of shock and pure, unadulterated pleasure. The sight of him so completely undone by you only made you move faster, your hand working in tandem with your mouth to create a pressure he couldn't escape. You bobbed, fully taking him in, slurping and squeezing his c*ck, creating the perfect combination for him to give you everything he had left. Drool began to spill onto his pelvis as you could feel the end of his head constantly hit the back of your throat, which caused you to gag just a bit. Jungwon moans, immediately feeling your throat open and close around his d*ck.
“F*ck! Ahhh—mmmhaaa.” He let out a long, broken moan that vibrated through the air, his back arching off the mattress. Every muscle in his lean frame went taut, his toes curling into the sheets.
"Wait, I’m—I'm gonna—" He didn't have the words to finish and the thought of him c*ming right down your throat was the last mission on the list. As you pursed your lips, you inhaled through your nose, filling your lungs up in order to create a long consistent sensation. And with a blink of an eye you hummed harshly right on the very end of his head, causing a wave length of vibration straight through his tip. “Aishhh, I’m c*ming—f*ck, f*ck…f*ck!”
And with one final, desperate thrust of his hips, he shuddered violently, his breath hitching in his chest as he reached his peak. You could feel the warm spill of his c*m squirt into your mouth in uneven spurts. The sweet taste of him began to slowly fill your mouth, as you finally pulled off of him. Your hand not fully letting go of him yet, you slowly sat up as some of his c*m dripped from the sides of your lips, trying to swallow it all.
You finally released your hand from around his c*ck which was now throbbing, swollen, and red. He immediately slumped back into the pillows, his chest heaving as he tried to remember how to breathe, his heart thudding so loudly you could almost hear it from where you kneeled between him. For a long minute, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized thrum of both of you breathing.
Finally, breaking the silence you asked, “Wonnie? You okay?” Jungwon slowly opened his eyes, looking up at you with a soft, dazed expression that was equal parts shy and completely smitten. “That—that was amazing, baby.” The words coming out almost breathless, as he tried to recuperate. Hearing him say that caused an automatic smile to spring onto your face, pleased to hear that he was satisfied. “Really? I mean it’s my first time—you know…doing this—and...” His eyebrows furrowed quickly at your uncertainty. “No, no baby you were amazing….” He reassured you confidently. “Thanks.” You replied shyly, brushing the back of your hand over your mouth, trying to hide your grin.
He reached up, his hand trembling slightly as he pulled you down toward him, bringing you into the crook of his arm, and back under the covers. He pressed a lingering, sweet kiss to your forehead, his skin still radiating heat. "I think," he whispered, his voice finally returning to its usual soft tone, though it was still laced with exhaustion, "I'm never going to be able to sleep the same way again." He holds you tighter, his chin resting on the top of your head quickly, finally drifting back into a deep, peaceful sleep—this time, with a small, contented smile on his face.
⸻
The morning light filtered through the dark curtains, painting soft stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. Jungwon stirred first, the habit of early schedules tugging him toward wakefulness, but as he felt the weight of you tucked against his side, as he sat up. The memories of last night flooded back—the heat, the sounds, the way he had completely lost his composure. He felt the familiar prickle of shyness creep up his neck, but it was different now. It was tempered by a deep, buzzing sense of contentment. He looked down at you, still wearing his oversized t-shirt, and felt a surge of protectiveness. Very carefully, so as not to wake you, he brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face.
"Hey," he whispered when he saw your eyelashes flutter. His voice was still gravelly from sleep, sending a tiny shiver down your spine.
You looked up at him, a sleepy smile forming on your lips. "Good morning, Wonnie." Jungwon bit his lip, his dimple peeking through as he tried to hide a bashful grin. "I was worried it was all a dream for a second. He pulled the duvet up a little higher, suddenly shy again but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.
"Can we... can we talk about last night?" He asked softly, his thumb tracing the edge of the cover. "I've been thinking about it all night. I just... I need to know how it felt for you."
You smiled, reaching up to brush a stray lock of his golden hair from his eyes. "It felt amazing, Wonnie. Watching you completely lose control like that... it was really hot. How did it feel for you? And be honest with me."
Jungwon looked down at the sheets, a deeper dimpled smile tugging at the corner of his lips before he looked back up, his expression incredibly earnest. "Honestly? It was overwhelming," he admitted, his voice dropping to a quiet whisper. "When you... when you first put your mouth on me, it was like my whole brain just shut off. I’ve never felt anything that intense in my entire life. I was terrified I was gonna do something wrong, or that I was being too loud, but I couldn't stop myself."
"You weren't too loud," you reassured him, leaning in a little closer. "Hearing you make those noises let me know exactly what you liked. You don't ever have to hide that from me."
He swallowed hard, his cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink. "I've always been the one who has to be in control, you know? Leading the group, managing schedules, making sure everything is perfect. But last night, letting go like that... letting you have all the control... it felt so safe. It made me feel closer to you than I ever thought possible."
"I feel the same way," you said, your fingers tangling with his. "I loved seeing that side of you. The side that isn't the “perfect” idol, just the guy I love being completely raw and honest with."
Jungwon let out a soft, breathy laugh, squeezing your hand tight. "I was so embarrassed when I woke up and realized what I was doing in my sleep. I thought I ruined everything. But the way you handled it, the way you looked at me when you told me you wanted it... it changed everything." He leans in closer, pressing his forehead against yours once again, his breath warm against your lips.
"I never thought my first time would be like that," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "But I’m so glad it was with you. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at this bed the same way again."
You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him just a little bit closer. "I think that’s a good thing. We don't need to go back to how things were before."
"Definitely not," Jungwon murmured, pecking you softly once, then twice, as if he were testing out a new privilege he finally had the right to enjoy. When he pulled back, his eyes were bright, the heavy tension from a moment ago melting into a lighter, happier warmth. "But I still can't believe how easily you took over. Were you nervous at all? Because you seemed so confident, and I was... a total mess."
"Of course I was nervous," you admitted, laughing softly as you tucked your face into his chest for a second. "My heart was beating so fast I thought you'd hear it. But seeing how responsive you were... it made me want to keep going. Every time you gasped or tightened your grip in my hair, it just made me want to make you feel even better." Jungwon’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh, his arms winding tightly around your waist. "So my lack of a poker face actually helped?"
"It absolutely did," you teased, looking up at him. "If you had stayed perfectly quiet and composed like you do on stage, I would have thought I was doing a terrible job."
"There is no way I could have stayed quiet," he said, his dimples deepening as he shook his head. "When you looked up at me right before... well, you know... I think my heart completely stopped. It felt so intimate. I’ve always thought about what a relationship would be like, but I never realized that something so physical could feel so... emotional. Like you were looking straight into my soul."
"It was emotional," you agreed softly, tracing the sharp line of his jaw with your fingertips. "Because it was you, Wonnie. It wasn't just about the physical part. It was about sharing that first step together." Jungwon went still for a moment, his gaze softening as he took in your words. He shifted to press a deep, lingering kiss to the crown of your head, holding you against his chest as if he never wanted to let go.
"And I’m so lucky," he whispered into your hair, his voice filled with a quiet, steady conviction. "I have to leave for practice soon, and my members are probably going to ask why I'm smiling so much, but I don't care. Last night changed everything for me…I’m yours now. Completely."
You let out a soft laugh against his chest, sliding your hand back up to cup his jaw. "Completely, huh? No turning back now."
"Never," Jungwon said, his voice entirely serious despite the boyish grin spreading across his face. He shifted his weight, leaning over you slightly so he could look directly into your eyes. "I mean it. Before last night, I think I was holding back a little bit. Not because I didn't like you, but because I was just so scared of messing up. I’ve spent years training myself to be cautious, to think ten steps ahead about every choice I make. But when I was with you like that... I couldn't overthink. I just had to trust you."
"And you did," you murmured, your thumb brushing over his lower lip. "You trusted me perfectly."
"It was easy once I let myself do it," he admitted, his eyes dropping to your lips for a second before meeting your gaze again. "But I have to ask... when I was moving in my sleep, before I woke up... what exactly did it feel like? Be honest. I'm still a little mortified that my subconscious took over like that."
You felt a familiar warmth rush to your cheeks, but you didn't look away. "It—it caught me completely off guard. You were so quiet at first, just breathing against my neck, but then you started moving against me. It was so intense because it was so unexpected. You've always been so gentle and respectful around me, so seeing that raw, heavy side of you—even if you were asleep—was really turning me on. That’s why I couldn't just ignore it."
Jungwon buried his face in your shoulder for a moment, letting out a muffled groan of pure embarrassment, though you could feel the vibration of his laughter against your skin.
"I can't believe myself," he mumbled into you, finally looking back up with a flushed face. "My members think I’m this focused, disciplined leader, meanwhile, my body is just doing whatever it wants the second we share a bed."
"I think your secret is safe with me," you teased, tugging gently on the hem of his shirt. "Besides, if you hadn't done it, we might have just spent the whole night staring at the ceiling being too shy to touch each other."
"That is probably true," Jungwon laughed, his dimples peeking out. He leaned down, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck, making you gasp softly as his hands found your waist under the oversized t-shirt.
The alarm on Jungwon’s phone suddenly started to annoyingly vibrate on the nightstand next to him, a looming reminder of his busy world, but Jungwon—he ignored it. He leans down lower, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin.
"Ugh, stay a little longer?" He groaned, his voice muffled against your neck. "Just five more minutes of it being just us. I want to remember exactly how this feels before I have to share my day with anyone else."
When he finally pulled back to look at you, the nervousness in his eyes had been genuinely replaced by a quiet, steady resolve. He wasn't just a guy in a new relationship anymore; he was a man who knew exactly where—and with whom—he wanted to spend every off day with, for the rest of his life…
Right here, with you.
AUTHORS NOTE : Hey, my Duckies!!! Okay…sorry this took so long. I swear, once I start writing one story, another one ends up popping up in my head and I end up working on that one instead of the one I was originally working on 😵💫 my brain hurts. I hope you guys like this, I always just randomly think of these “scenarios” and I genuinely think that Jungwon would be such a great boyfriend, always attentive and just so sweet and shy. Idk, this turned from a smut to a fluff just because of Jungwon, I swear he’s the cutest person in the entire world. He’s one of my biases as well, so this one literally hits different! Hope you enjoy reading it though, ya freak…
Also, I occasionally reread my writing and change things I don’t like or fix mistakes, so if you ever reread this (or my other fics) and something has been “changed” then that’s why!
all images above and below are edited by me but were sourced from Pinterest ; credits to original owners.
tags: @jungkookl0verrr hope you like it duckies - 🦆
PAIRING : idol nishimura riki x f. reader ; established bf/gf relationship
GENRE : smut 21+ ⤷ do not interact if you’re underage!ˎˊ˗ WARNING : includes ; sub reader, dom niki, bickering, longing, touching, kissing, slight aggression, spitting, f*ngering, begging, dirty talk, unprotected p in v (don’t do it!!!), missionary, c*ming, c*ming inside, c*ming together, crying, satisfied reader, satisfied niki, words left unsaid.
SYNOPSIS : Ni-ki finally visits his girlfriend’s new apartment after weeks of missed plans, arriving at night to keep their relationship private. What starts as playful teasing over her “girly” space quickly shifts into something deeper—he can’t hide how much he’s missed her, and she can’t ignore how often he’s been absent. Despite the bickering, neither of them pull away for long, and the distance between them fades into charged closeness—where frustration and longing blur together in the limited time they have together.
You check the time again, heart picking up speed at the exact minute he said he’d arrive. Then—three soft knocks. Not rushed. Not loud. Just enough.
You opened the door quickly.
And there he was.
Ni-ki stood there in all black—hood up, face mask hiding most of him—but it didn’t matter. You’d recognize him anywhere. The way he leans slightly on one leg, the glint of chains on his oversized Chrome Hearts bag, and that familiar presence that filled the doorway like he belonged there. He slips in without a word, glancing down the hallway once more before fully stepping in.
You barely get the door shut before he’s pulling his mask down, revealing that soft grin you haven’t seen in weeks. The second it clicks, he lets out a quiet exhale, like he’s been holding his breath this entire time, until seeing you.
“I’m here,” he mutters. “Finally.”
You laugh softly. “That bad?”
“You have no idea,” he says, dropping his bag near the door. “I swear, if one person had looked at me a second longer—”
“They would’ve recognized you anyway,” you interrupt, leaning against the wall. “You’re not exactly “subtle.” He pauses, glancing at you sideways. “…You think so?”
“Ni-ki…,” you deadpan, gesturing to him. “I mean—look at you. The hair. The chains. The attitude.” A grin spreads across his face. “The attitude?”
“Yeah. That too.”
He huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head before turning his attention to your apartment—and then he… stops.
“…This is yours?”
You blink. “Yeah? I told you I was moving in.”
“No, I know, but—” He steps forward slowly, eyes scanning everything. “It actually looks like you.”
He reaches out, brushing his fingers along a shelf of small decorations, lingering on a tiny figure before flicking it lightly. “So this is what you’ve been doing instead of answering my texts, huh?”
“I do answer your texts.”
“Late,” he corrects, glancing back at you. “Very late.” You push off the wall, walking toward him. “You’re busy. I don’t want to bother you...”
He watches you approach, expression shifting—something softer, but more focused.
“…You’re not a bother,” he says quietly. The words hung there. He looks away, clearing his throat as he moved further into your space, peeking into the kitchen, then your bedroom like he’s mapping everything out.
“You really live like this?” He calls out, voice echoing slightly. “Everything’s so… soft.” He says, standing in the doorway.
You roll your eyes. “You mean “girly.”
“I mean you,” he corrects, quieter now.
There’s a brief pause—one of those moments where the distance of the past few weeks suddenly felt very real. Then he closes it in, pushing off the doorframe, walking back toward you slowly. There’s no rush in his steps now. No urgency. Just attention.
“You look…” he starts, then stops, like he’s reconsidering his words. “What?” You press. He tilts his head slightly, studying you in a way that makes you suddenly hyper-aware of everything—your clothes, your hair, the way you’re standing.
“…You look different,” he says.
“Different good or—.” You ask, peering down at yourself.
“Very good,” he interrupts, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
Your face warms as you can feel the vibrations of his low voice echo in the small space between you. He exhales, running a hand through his hair, like he was trying to shake something off. He steps even closer, close enough that you can see the faint tiredness in his eyes—but also something sharper underneath.
“I miss things,” he says, quieter now. “A lot of things.” Your voice softens. “You’re busy.” “I know...” His jaw tightening slightly. “Doesn’t mean I like it.”
For a second, neither of you move.
Then he exhales, biting the bottom of his lip, shifting the mood himself. “…Go shower,” he says, gesturing lazily toward the bathroom. “Didn’t you say you were going to when I got here?”
You raise a brow. “Are you kicking me out of my own room?” You ask playfully.
“Baby…,” he scoffs, dropping onto your bed like he belonged there. “I’m not kicking you out. I’m telling you to hurry up.” “You’re so bossy.” You exclaimed with a scrunched nose. “And you’re still standing there,” he shoots back, glancing at you. “Go.” He waves. You shake your head, smiling as you grabbed your towel and shower caddy, disappearing into the bathroom.
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When you came back to your bedroom, now freshly showered, skin warm, and hair damp, the atmosphere felt… different.
Silent. Dimmer.
He’s stretched out across your bed, one arm behind his head, the other scrolling lazily on his phone. His shoes are off now, hoodie tossed aside, looking far more relaxed than when he walked in. Like he’s settled. Like he’s staying—even if you both knew he couldn’t. You step in, drying your hair slightly with your towel. “…Took you long enough,” he mutters, not looking up. “It’s called showering properly.” “Mm.” He scrolls once more, then pauses.
Slowly, he looks up. And just like before—he stops. His eyes drag over you, slower this time. No distractions. No mask. No more distance.
Just you.
“…Come here,” he says, voice lower now. You hesitate for half a second.
He notices. “…Why are you acting shy?” He asks, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You weren’t like that earlier.” “I’m not shy…”
“Then prove it.” You narrowed your eyes, but you walk over anyway, as he sits his phone down on your nightstand. Seconds you’re within reach, his hand wraps around your wrist, warm and firm, pulling you down onto the bed beside him—but he doesn’t stop there. He pulls you closer. Until your balance gives and you end up half against him, your hand instinctively pressing against his chest to steady yourself.
“Be careful,” you mutter. “You’re fine,” he replies easily. Too easily. His arm slides around your waist like it’s second nature, holding you there. Not tight—but not loose enough to escape either. “You smell good,” he murmurs, leaning in slightly, his breath brushing your skin. Your fingers tighten slightly against his shirt. “You always say that.”
“Because it’s always true.” His nose grazes just beneath your ear this time, slower, more deliberate as he deeply inhales your scent. “You changed it?” He asks.
“…Maybe.”
“I noticed...”
Of course he did.
You swallow, trying to keep your composure. “You’re being clingy.” “I told you,” he murmurs, voice quieter now. “I haven’t seen you...” His fingers start tracing along your side—light, absent at first, but then more intentional. Softly lingering.
“Are you gonna complain,” he adds, “or let me?” You don’t answer. Your silence makes him huff out a quiet, satisfied breath. “Yeah,” he mutters. “That’s what I thought.”
He shifts slightly, adjusting you so you’re more comfortable against him—like he plans to keep you there. His forehead dips briefly against yours, not quite a kiss, but close enough to feel like one. “…I wish I could stay,” he says, softly.
You look at him with big eyes. “Then stay.” He shakes his head immediately. “I can’t. I’ve got to be back tonight. If I’m not there when they check—”
“I know,” you interrupt gently. He exhales, eyes closing for a second. “…I hate that.”
“I know.” You sighed, snuggling your head into his shoulder.
Another pause. But this one feels heavier. His hand comes up, brushing along your jaw, tilting your face slightly toward him. “You’re too calm about it,” he murmurs. “What am I supposed to do?” You scoffed.
“Be a little upset,” he says, watching you closely. “Miss me properly.” You blink. “I do miss you...”
“Not enough.” Your brows knit slightly. “Ni-ki—.” He swiftly moves his hand to your chin, thumb pressing lightly against your bottom lip, stopping you.
“Say it again,” he says quietly.
You stare at him for a second, caught off guard by the shift in his tone.
“…I miss you.”
“Again.” He demands softly, thumb now pushing past your lips and into your mouth. He purrs, as he notices your sudden breath, now staring into your eyes. He couldn’t help but slide his thumb back and forth between your glossy lips. He hisses at the warm, soft press of your tongue against his skin, making him immediately imagine his thumb being his growing b*ner instead. You hummed, slowly taking it in and out of your mouth, as he watches you with an now intrigued expression.
“I’ve missed you,” you repeated, mouth sounding full. Letting go of his thumb with a pop. His eyes were glossed over, he couldn’t help himself from wanting to devour you right here, in your pretty little bed. But what made it internally frustrating for him, was the fact that he only had a limited amount of time with you. So, he has to act fast, wanting to make this moment one you’ll still feel until his next visit. He swiftly shifts his position, now kneeling in front of you at the ends of your toes. You immediately tuck in your knees, leaning back against the headboard behind you. He softly places his hands on both your knees, rubbing his hands down the fronts of your thighs. He watches you intently, as you flinch at the cool touch of his ring gliding across your warm skin.
In one motion, he pulls you towards him, making you slide down, your head now resting against your pillows, legs propping up on the sides of his waist. He hovers over you, caving you in as he presses down on top of you, planting a slow kiss on your lips. You moan into each other’s mouths as you both quickly begin to add tongue, feeling them play with one another. Ni-ki grinds his hips on you, as you kissed him once more before he slightly pulled back. “I’m gonna show how much I’ve missed you, okay?” He whispers. You could feel the yearning in his voice, his words almost shakey, but that—that devilish look in his low, smoky eyes spoke differently, as you gave him a quiet nod.
He inches back down to kiss the crook of your neck. The smell of your skin being freshly washed, sent shivers down his spine as the familiar scent between your neck and hair, gave him life. He nips at your ear, causing you to smack him lightly on the arm. “Ni-ki!” You shoot.
“I’m sorry, you just smell so f*cking good.” “Ugh, I’m gonna eat you…” He mumbles, quickly lifting your shirt. “Mm…no bra?” His eyes were wide, glued onto the perkiness that stuck out from your chest. “Yeah, I’m in the comfort of my own home, aren’t I?” You questioned, tilting your head. He looked down at you, grinning in response, now planting little kisses down your body. Between your breast, all the way down your stomach. Your body tingled as you could feel his full lips press gently, across your smooth skin. He hums as he reaches the hem of your leggings, hovering right over your heat. He inches down, getting in a more comfortable position for his next move, teasingly biting at your pants. “Ni-ki, that tickles!” “Okay, okay...” He says, quickly rubbing over the part he had bitten.
Hooking his fingers into your pants, he swiftly drags them down to your ankles. “What’s wrong?” You ask Ni-ki, his eyes locked as he stared down at your lacy white panties that clunged around your perfect little frame. You help him pull the pants off completely, as he tosses them somewhere on the side, still distracted. “I haven’t seen these in a long time.” He smiles, yet shakes his head. He was disappointed in himself, not coming to visit you sooner. You crossed your arms at him, pretending to still feel tinged about him canceling on you in the past. But finally—being with him now, him being here with you, you had forgiven him as soon as he had walked through the door, but— you didn’t want him knowing that, just not yet.
He peers down even further, noticing the wet spot that soaked through the thin lace. “Mhm, someone’s excited.” He coos. “Oh shut up.” You replied. You couldn’t help but blush, too shy to look at him directly. “No, look at me...” He asks, guiding his finger along the side of your cheek to make you look straight at him. He needed your full attention, as he subtly lowered down your underwear with his free hand. He closely watches as your wetness peeled away from the fabric, almost salivating at the sight.
Leaning over, he begins to take the ring off his finger, until you stop him abruptly. “Wait, keep it on…” You softly asked. “Anything you want.” He replied smirking, your request fueling his confidence. He preps you, pushing your thighs apart even wider, as his fingers brushed over your p*ssy. Bringing his hand to his lips, he points out his two fingers to drool directly onto them. You watched as he rubbed the saliva between his fingers and thumb, making sure they were fully coated. He places his other hand onto your stomach, grounding you in place as he gently glides his fingers on your folds. You automatically flinch at the slight touch, but quickly shut your eyes to adjust as he slowly inserts his fingers inside you. “Mmph.” You quietly let out. “Just relax baby.” Eyes fluttering open as you hear him trying to soothe you.
You take a deep breath out, cueing him to insert his fingers deeper. It’s an easy slip through, now allowing him to fully pump at a steady pace. “Ahhh, ahh—mmmm…” You whimpered. “That feels good, baby?” He asks, pressing down on your stomach harder. “Y—eah, f*ck…” You groaned out. Those words giving him the okay to add his thumb into the mix, now massaging your cl*t while simultaneously pumping his fingers. Your body betrays you, instantly grabbing Ni-ki’s wrist, shocked from the intense sensation. “Baby, is it too much?” He asks sweetly, beginning to slow down. Almost cutting him off, “No! No, go—faster please…” You beg. “Sh*t…” He mumbled to himself, sucking his teeth. The sight of you melting beneath him, had his d*ck rock solid and at this very moment he wanted to pound you into the floor of your new apartment, and time was ticking.
“I have a better idea...” Ni-ki says, raising his eyebrows at the feeling of his c*ck pulsing. He begins to unbuckle his belt, thick and shiny due to all the jewels and chains. He swiftly un-loops the clunking metal, sliding the thick leather through, quickly throwing it aside. He swiftly unbuttons his jeans, leaning over you to kick them off. Ni-ki being Riki, he gives you a wink, poking his full lips out as he peered down at you. You chuckle at his playfulness, even though he wasn’t joking, he was serious about pounding that pretty c*nt of yours, as if it would be his last time. He pulls his c*ck out from his boxers, already hard and leaking at the very tip. You sit up, leaning back on your elbows to get a better view as he began to stoke himself, smoothing his pre c*m up the length of his member. He scoots even closer against you, grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist, crossing your feet behind him.
Wrapping his hand around himself, you watch as he spat down, coating both your hole, and his c*ck as he held it right against your entrance. You both hiss at the slippery contact as Ni-ki began to tease his tip against your p*ssy. You couldn’t help but bite down on your lip, feeling his big warm head playfully glide over your sensitivity, sent your lower stomach into a spiral. “Mm, that feels so f*cking good.” Whispering up at him, while batting your eyelashes. “Mhm.” He confirmed, as he slowly slid his c*ck into you, taking him in with ease. “Hmhp, f*ck…you’re so—tight baby.” He could feel your walls wrap around him snug as he began to thrust back and forth. He sucks his teeth, “I’ve been gone too long, princess…” He pouts, snapping his head at the thought.
It had been months since you and Ni-ki last had s*x. And yes…you’ve been using vibrators, dildos, even…a*al plugs, to feel the empty void. And at a certain point, none—I mean absolutely nothing could compare to the way Ni-ki made you feel. Ni-ki was real, and warm, not some plastic toy! He actually cared about you, about making you feel good, because you were his and he was yours, making that very clear every time you were together. So, you went months without any stimulation, constantly suppressing your feelings until you’d finally see him again. And deep down, it weirdly felt—almost like… “cheating” on him, not knowing exactly how he’d react if he ever found out about it.
He continues pumping, pace beginning to fasten as he places his hands flat on the sheets, helping him steady his thrusts. Your eyes flutter as you listened to the rhythm of his hips slapping against you. He was f*cking you so good, making your hand subconsciously reach to brush his hair back, so you could see his face. He grabs your hand softly, pulling it to hold it there against his flushed cheek. The soft touch of your palm against his skin, made him feel like he had one a grand prize as his stomach overflowed with butterflies. “Aishh, so f*cking wet—your p*ssy feels so good baby...” You could feel the vibration of his groans through your hand that had now wondered on to his neck. Feeling his throat bob against your palm, he returns the same energy, lifting his hand to now place it around yours. Your throat fitted perfectly against his big hand. He slowly squeezes it, causing your back to arch as you continued to savor the pleasurable pressure caged around you.
Broken moans reached the ceiling as he body rolled and whined his toned, slim frame into you. “Keep f—cking me, mhm I’m gonna c*m, Ni-ki!” He cries out, eyes squeezing hard as his climax was at its peak also, aiming to have you both c*ming at the same time. “I want us to c—*m together, okay princess? Trying to smile through the gasm that was approaching, lips quivering. “Mhmm okay…” “UGHH!” He pushes down onto you, making your knees bend towards your chest. You couldn’t hold on much longer, wrapping your arms around his neck, forcing him down lower, noses now pressed against each other. “I love you…” He whisperly moans, breath softly blowing against your face. “Mm, I love you too—f*ck, don’t leave me…” You cried, squeezing him one last time as your o*gasm washed right over your words. The pull between the two of you was unbreakable, sealing your wish with one last kiss, as you both perfectly came together.
“Aishhhh, ughh…nughh.” Ni-ki breathes heavily, your view being nothing but his chest rising and falling from above, until he immediately collapses on top of you. You could hear him softly breathe in and out as you could feel his heart beating against yours, which caused you to suddenly tear up. “Baby? Did I do something wrong? What’s the matter?” He immediately rises, shimming over to lay by your side. “Oh—um.” You try to clear your throat as you both sit back against the headboard. “I’m just—sad. I—I just don’t know when we’ll be able to see each other again, you know…?” Ni-ki’s heart shattered right in his chest, hearing those words in the sadness of your voice. He instantly frowns, using his wrist to wipe away your tears. “Ahh, don’t cry, baby.” I will do anything to come back to you, as soon as I can.” “I promise.” He says firmly, shifting your focus to look at him in his eyes. “Promise?” You ask, blinking at him slowly. “I promise.” He says, holding that eye contact between the two of you.
“Okay...” You whispered, as you slowly closed your eyes one last time, deeply knowing inside, that that “promise” would eventually be broken, just like the last ones… But hey, what could you do? He was an idol after all, and you knew what came along with that, so you’ve always delt with it internally, not wanting to become a burden in Ni-ki’s already busy life.
Ni-ki leans in to kiss you on the temple, while reaching over you to check his phone. Notifications filling the entire lock screen as he picks it up from your nightstand. “F*ck!” “I have to go…” He snaps, quickly putting on his boxers, and pulling up his jeans. You begin to get up from the bed, as he swiftly runs over to help you stand. “My princess.” He gestures, his hand out. “Thank you…” You say, words coming out faintly. “…Walk me out?” He asks quietly. You nod, quickly throw on your underwear, along with your robe to walk him to the front door.
At the door, he slips his mask back on, hood coming up again, throwing his bag over his shoulder, the version of him the world knew settling back into place piece by piece.
But his eyes stayed the same, lingering on you.
“…Text me when you wake up, okay?” He asks.
“And text me when you get home.” You reply.
“I will...” There’s a brief pause, reaching his hand out, tugging you forward just enough for a quick, quiet hug. Tight. Warm. And desperate…
Then— he was gone.
AUTHORS NOTE : Hey duckies!!! I apologize for the long wait but I finally got this done for y’all. Idk how I feel about the ending. I feel like there’s so much unsaid—which makes me hella excited to do part 2!!! Let me know what you think. Come on guys, don’t be shy to comment under my fics! Happy reading, freaks! (i didn’t want to do Japanese translations for this one, sorry)
all images above and below are edited by me but were sourced from Pinterest ; credits to original owners. dividers by creators, @pixopix @fic-dumpster @anitalenia @omi-resources
tags: @jungkookl0verrr hope you like it duckies - 🦆
PAIRING : idol lee heeseung x f. reader ; established bf/gf relationship
GENRE : smut 21+ ⤷ do not interact if you’re underage!ˎˊ˗ WARNING : includes ; sub reader, touching, kissing, stimulation, dom hee, aggressive hee, hair pulling, slight biting, drooling, dirty talk, oral s*x (m. receiving), unprotected p in v (don’t do it!!!), reverse chair straddling, c*ming, satisfied reader, satisfied hee, shares his song with you.
SYNOPSIS : newly solo and drowning in pressure, Heeseung loses himself in the studio—until his girlfriend shows up and pulls his focus away. What starts as comfort quickly turns into something charged, her presence unraveling his control. As the tension builds, he stops fighting the distraction and leans into it, shifting from uncertainty, drawn to her ways he can’t ignore.
The studio seemed quiet, way more than a studio should’ve.
Not silent—never silent—but the kind of quiet that felt heavy. The low hum of equipment, the faint loop of an unfinished track playing over the speakers, the soft tapping of keys… it all blended into something almost suffocating.
Heeseung sat hunched forward, elbows on his knees, headphones resting around his neck. His gaze was distant, fixed somewhere between the floor and the future he couldn’t quite predict yet.
Solo artist…
The words still didn’t feel real to him. As he sat there thinking until, a soft click broke the tension.
The door.
“I said I needed—” he says, not fully turning around.
“You always say that...”
Your voice.
That made him look.
The shift in his expression was instant—tension cracking, something warmer slipping through. Still tired, still stressed… but softer.
“You’re here?” He questioned. Not upset, just not his usual cheerful self.
You leaned against the door, casual, like you weren’t walking into the center of his entire world. “Yeah, I just wanted to come check on you.” “Your manager let me in...”
He let out a quiet breath, running a hand through his hair. “Baby, I said I was gonna be busy today.”
“Mm,” you hummed, stepping closer anyway. “And you also haven’t slept properly in, what, two days?”
He didn’t answer.
Because you were right.
You moved around the studio like you belonged there—because you did, in a way no one else could. Past the mic stand, past the tangled cords, until you stopped right in front of him.
“Can you play it for me?” You asked softly, hinting at his music file on the computer.
He hesitates.
And that was new.
You noticed immediately. “Evan...?”
“It’s not finished,” he muttered. “And I don’t even know if it’s… good enough. It’s different. It’s not—.” He stopped, jaw tightening. “What if they don’t like it?”
You tilted your head slightly, studying him. This version of him—the one no one else has ever seen. Not the confident performer. Not the polished idol, Lee Heeseung…
Just him.
“You’re scared?”
“I’m not scared!” He shoots back quickly. You raised a brow at him. Exhaling sharply, he leans back in his chair, head resting up to the ceiling. “Okay. Maybe I am…” He sighs, swallowing his nerves, legs adjusting apart.
And there it was… his Adam’s apple, thick and sharp. You watched intently, as his throat bobbed as he took a deep breath in and out. You didn’t even come here for that. You were supposed to be here to support your boyfriend while he trumps through this abrupt new change in his life. But seeing him so vulnerable and yearning for something he was really passionate about, made you feel super tingly inside. You couldn’t help but stare in “admiration”. Or was it brewing into something else…?
“That’s kind of attractive…” You blurted out. You didn’t even mean to say it aloud. You closed your eyes quickly, regretting the intrusive thought your brain immediately curated.
His head lifts up, immediately locking eyes with yours.
“What?” He replied swiftly. “You…,” you clarified, voice quieter now. “Like this…” You say, gesturing at him. Something in the air shifted between you too. The tension changed—not gone, just… redirected. His gaze lingered longer this time. Slower. More aware of the situation you’d seamlessly slipped into.
“You came all the way here to say that?” He says, adjusting his snapback.
“No, not just that.” Your eyes started to betray you, once looking in his eyes, now trailing down his body. You studied him quickly. He was wearing his wrist watch accompanied by his favored rings, and a matching grey tank and sweats. And of course, he just had to wear your favorite black hoodie that was saturated with his cologne. You can smell him from where you were standing, which wasn’t far. But your body wanted to be closer, he was becoming enticing, just sitting there. Evan had that power over you. And you had powers over him of your own.
You stepped closer, fingers reaching up to brush lightly against his jaw, guiding his attention fully onto you. His breath hitched—barely noticeable, but you caught it. “You’re overthinking,” you said. “You always do when it matters most.”
His hand rises, instinctively wrapping around your wrist—not stopping you, but just holding you there. “And what am I supposed to do instead?” He asks, voice lower now. Your lips curving slightly. “Focus on something else for a minute.”
His grip tightened just a little.
“Baby, I have to finish this song…” He murmured, trying to sound serious but it didn’t come out solid enough. You didn’t pull away, just gave him those big puppy dog eyes he just couldn’t say no to.
And that was all it took.
In one smooth motion, you bend down to him, and suddenly the dynamic flips—placing your hands on both of the armrests, basically trapping him in his seat. Your presence overwhelming him in the small space between you, as his body began to melt into his chair.
“You’re distracting,” he says, as he takes in the scent of your perfume with low eyes.
“Am I?” You say, stepping in between his legs, immediately opening them wider for you. “Yeah,” he breathed, eyes dropping briefly to your lips before meeting yours again. “What if my manager comes in?”
You grinned. “We’ll be quick, okay?” “I just need you to relax.” He couldn’t help but bite his lip, as he gazed down at your boobs that sat perfectly in front of him.
You lean in to kiss him slowly, lips immediately greeted with a warm hum from his mouth, as you both closed your eyes. The atmosphere was perfect, dimly lighted and calm. You couldn’t help but have him right here, in your clutches. He begins to slide his tongue in your mouth, crashing it into yours. “Mm”, you let out, as he french kisses you deeply. He can’t help but sweat, as he starts to take off his hat, tossing it over onto the desk. He just about reaches the zipper on his hoodie until you pull away, gesturing to do it for him. You agonizingly, pull his zipper down slowly, watching as his face softens. “Don’t f*cking tease.” He says, gently grabbing your hand, pulling it down faster. You reach the bottom of where the zipper unlatches but your hands purposely continue downwards, landing right on top of his b*ner. He inches his hips forward, making his c*ck press up into your palm. “Mm, my baby needs me.” You purred, latching onto the hem of his sweats and boxers. He lifted, just enough to help you slide them down to his ankles, the cool breeze from the movement making his eyes flutter, as he threw his jacket aside.
He proudly looks at you, eagerly anticipating what you were about to do to him. And luckily for you, Evan was the type to let you take control in the bedroom, even though he’s mostly dominate, he didn’t mind being bossed around from time to time by you, and only you. You were his girlfriend after all, but what turned him on the most was your constant support and comfort while also being the peace in his chaotic celebrity life.
He runs his hands through his hair, as you gently wrap your hand around the base of his c*ck. He lets out a breath as you start to stroke him slowly with the pre c*m that began to seep out his tip. “Mmmm.” He whispers, slightly jutting forward. “I love making you feel better.” “You’ve been working so har-d…you know?” You say, as you stroke him even harder, landing on your knees. “Mhmm, aishhh.” He whines out, trying to keep quiet but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to hear him louder.
Placing your hands ever so slightly on his thighs, you proceed to drool right on top of his creamy pink tip. Coating it even more, saliva pulling from your lips as you hovered right over where it pulsated. “Put your mouth on it.” “F*ck—.” He whispered down to you. You peak up at him through your long eyelashes, batting them seductively and with no hesitation, you immediately take him in. His head shoots straight back from the instant contact, grinding his hips upwards as his shaft rubbed against the groove of your tongue. He can’t help but grab onto the armrests beside him, squeezing them like they were stress balls. “Uhh mmmhmm, f**—ck.” He groans, one hand flying to cover his mouth, the other reaching to grab onto your hair. Heeseung was giving out fast, as his legs began to tremble. He couldn’t help but bounce your head down right onto his d*ck, like he was dribbling a basketball. You reach up to your hair, placing your hand on top of his, helping him push your own head down the furthest it could possibly go. This fueled Evan, eyes widening as you began to gag. The feeling of your throat opening and closing around him made him want to feel you in many more ways than just one but you guys needed to be quicker about it.
He lets go of your hair suddenly, causing you to look up with furrowed brows. “What’s wrong?” You ask, sniffling. “I need to f*ck you right now.” “Sit.” He gestured to you quickly, no room in his voice for a no. Wiping your nose, you rise, pulling down your baggy jeans and lacy underwear. He immediately leans forward, grabbing your waist, thumbs swiping softly over your hip bones. Heeseung couldn’t help but smile (which you hadn’t seen much of recently). “You’re so beautiful”, he praises as his eyes trailed down to your p*ssy shining right in front of him. “Now sit”, he commands. He spins you around, as you stumble backwards, guiding your hips to align right above him. You slowly squat, inching down slowly, until you feel the instant press of his throbbing head, now entering your wet c*nt. It slips right in, as you place your hands on the armrests, using them as support to grind up and down. “You’re so f*cking wet...” He can’t help but rest his head back, the feeling of your warm walls overwhelmed him immediately. “See what happens when I get distracted baby…?” “Mmm, you wa—nted this all along…” He thrusts up into you hard, trying to prove his point. “Say it, this is what you really came here for?” “To get f*cked, huh?” His voice rises, and at this point he didn’t care who heard. He really needed this, needed you, needed to f*ck the stress away.
He pulls your hair, making your chin point straight up to the ceiling. He was toying with you. Feeling that constant upward pressure from his d*ck while you simultaneously pressed down onto him, was becoming unbearable for that tight little p*ssy of yours. “Mmmhmm, y—es…” “This is wha—t I really wanted baby...” Your pretty little cries had him right on the edge of c*ming but he wanted just a little more out of you. He pulls even harder, giving your hair a sharp yank. “Ahh, mmmm…” “Yes…f*ck, keep f*cking me, I’m—.” The sound of your sweet voice begging for more, sent him straight into demon time. He swiftly snakes his hand up to the front of your neck, gripping it against his palm. This causes you to let go of the armrests, fully sitting your c*nt down on his c*ck. “F*ck yourself on my d*ck.” “Do it!” He demanded. Your knees began to bend in a constant rhythm up and down, as you leaned back against his chest. The hard press of his big hand around your throat caused your eyes to roll back, as you continued to f*ck yourself on him. “Yeah, just like that...” “F*ck, I love your p*ssy…” He whispers right into the edge of your ear, giving it a slight nip. “I want you to c*m on me right now!” He says as he jerks up, giving you the last pump he had left.
“Yes, I’m c*ming!” “I’m cu— Evan, sh—*t!” You shout as you tap his forearm repeatedly.
The mixture between the wet sounds of your a*s clapping against his waist and the broken moans that were vocally strained because of his hand around your throat, had him c*ming just seconds before you did. Right there in the studio. “F*ck, f*ck…..ahhhhh.” He whines out, finally releasing his hand from around you. “Ugh….mmmm, mmph.” You arch your back, coming down from your gasm, instantly melting down on to him. Your bodies rise and fall in unison as you both stare at the ceiling as the room turned warm.
Gathering yourselves from the quickie you guys just spontaneously had, you finally collect the strength to sit up. A minute later, Heeseung breaks the silence with a chuckle. “I really needed that…”. He says, rubbing your shoulders. You confidently grinned to yourself, “I can read you like a book, you know?” You stand slowly, releasing yourself from his member, groaning as you disconnected from one another. You then turn to help him up from the chair. He sighs, pulling up his pants. “Yeah…you have that power over me, y/n...” He reaches down to pull up your pants for you, as you brush at your disheveled hair. He plants a soft slow kiss on your forehead. Reaching his hands out for yours, “Okay, now let me play you my new single…”
AUTHORS NOTE : Hey duckies! I’m finally done with this one and I am so happy with it. It wasn’t even supposed to turn into what it did but aye, that’s what makes this way more fun! I didn’t feel like adding any Korean translations in this one (will add them later, maybe). Plus, Heeseung’s English isn’t bad, so I personally think it’s fitting to have him speaking it in my writing. Calling him both “Heeseung” and “Evan” is intentional btw! And it’s so hot 🥴
all images above and below are edited by me but were sourced from Heeseung’s instagram @h_evva_n ; credits to original owners.
dividers by creator, @pixopix
tags: @jungkookl0verrr hope you like it duckies - 🦆
Hii, just found your page and I do really like your fics💕
I was wondering if you could write something about reader having like huge tits (like HUGE) and being complexed by them and having their bf (Maybe Jay or Jake) obsessed with them and making reader feel confident about them with lots of nipple play.
I personally hate mine, they’re so huge it’s not even pretty anymore.. I’m really trying to learn to like them🙃
Anyways, love your work boo💕
Hey boo! This is crazy because I was gonna do something about reader being insecure about her small boobs!!!
But THIS is going on the list. I will get it done for you! Omg, now I have to decide who, JAY OR JAKE? Thank you for requesting 🫶🏽
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PAIRING : idol park jongseong x f. reader ; established bf/gf relationship
GENRE : smut 21+ ⤷ do not interact if you’re underage!ˎˊ˗ WARNING : includes ; sub reader, touching, dom jay, slight aggression, stimulation, spitting, saliva, f*ngering, finger licking, begging, crying, dirty talk, c*ming, c*ming on hand, slight sp*nking, satisfied reader, satisfied jay, lesson learned!
SYNOPSIS : while waiting alone in Jay’s dorm, boredom pushes you to ignore his one rule—don’t touch his guitars. What starts as harmless curiosity turns into quiet focus as you experiment with the strings, completely unaware he’s returned. When he catches you, his irritation shifts into something more controlled—and instead of letting it slide, he decides you’ll be taught a lesson you won’t forget.
The dorm was agonizingly quiet…
Too quiet.
Jay had texted earlier—something about running late, another schedule dragging on longer than planned. You’d told him you’d wait for him. You always do. But now, hours later, boredom clung to you like a second skin but at least you were in the comfort of your boyfriend’s room. Right?
Jay’s room felt less like a dorm and more like a mini studio, every detail intentional, each corner reflecting his taste. The first thing you would notice is the color palette. Browns, tans, and blacks dominated the space, giving it a warm but slightly moody atmosphere. It’s masculine, but not in a harsh way—more refined, it had Jay’s touch.
His bed was low and neatly made, dressed in grey sheets. And the pillows were arranged just right. He actually cared about presentation, knowing you were around.
To one side of the room was his music setup. He had his computer, a record player, some guitars displayed. Not cluttered either, but showcased, clearly the heart of everything.
Then there’s the liquor cabinet.
It wasn’t huge, but it stood out. Glass-paneled, with a soft internal light that casted a glow over the bottles inside. Everything was arranged neatly—different brands, different flavors, different prices. Jay would often come home with a brand new bottle of liquor, either purchased or gifted, and would immediately display it. It didn’t feel flashy—it felt cozy, like he enjoyed the ritual of it all more than anything.
The lighting in his room was low and warm, which didn’t help the boredom, it actually added to it, making you sleepy. Until…
Your eyes drifted.
The case sat exactly where he left it. You remembered his voice—firm, serious in a way. “Baby…don’t touch anything until I get back, okay?” “The equipment or any of my guitars, please.” “They’re really expensive, I don’t like people messing around with them.” You could hear his voice echoing in your head.
You should listen, right?
You know you should…
…but…boredom won today.
Slowly, you kneeled beside his black guitar case, fingers hovering for a second before you flipped it open. Inside was a beautiful, pearly white—sleekly, polished guitar, just sitting there, practically glowing under the dim light. Reaching your hand back out, you carefully traced the edge of it, as you bit your lip.
“Just for a quick second…” you nervously murmured.
You lift it gently, settling it in your lap. The weight felt foreign but exciting. Your fingers brushed the strings—softly at first, then again with a little more confidence. The sound filled the room, noisy but not terrible. You might’ve learned a few things from listening to Jay play all the time, so you weren’t that bad at it (Jay wouldn’t agree though).
You smiled to yourself. Actually enjoying it, far more than you should’ve. You begin to focus harder, pressing down on different strings, experimenting—testing how the pitch changes, how the sound sharpens or softens depending on where your fingers landed.
It was clumsy. It was careless. But there was something addictive about it…something about going against what Jay told you began to spark a mischievous flame inside.
You try to attempt something that almost resembled a melody—just a few more tries, uneven, hesitant. You even began to sing a little…
And then—
A voice…very familiar, yet cold, spoke. “뭐 하는 거야, 씨발?!” (“Mwo haneun geoya, ssibal?!”) (“What the f*ck are you doing?!”) Your entire body jumps out of its skin. You hadn’t heard the door. Hadn’t heard a single thing.
Slowly, you turned your head.
Jay stood there, eyes big, clearly shocked. His gaze quickly became sharp, locked onto you—more specifically, his guitar in your hands.
Your stomach drops. “I—Jay, I was just—.” Your words came out like mush as you gripped the guitar tight, completely out of nerves. Jay runs his hands over his face and into his hair, letting out a huge sigh. “지금 장난해?” (“Jigeum jangnanhae?”) (“Are you kidding right now?”) “I f*cking told you not to touch my stuff…”
His voice…isn’t raised. His voice is actually… calm?… And that’s what made it worse. Jay rarely ever raised his voice at you, even when you had disagreements. He was always good at getting his point across without actually shouting over you. But this…this was his newest guitar we were talking about here…how was he not screaming right now? You wondered.
He walks toward you, each step slow, deliberate. You instinctively set the guitar down, but he stops you with a look. “No. Don’t rush now.” His tone dips, quieter. “You seemed pretty comfortable a second ago.”
Heat crept up your neck.
“I was bored,” you mumbled, looking down at the floor. He lets out a short breath—almost amused but there’s still tension in his shoulders. “Bored,” he repeats, stopping right in front of you. “So you just decided to ignore the one thing I asked you not to do?”
You still can’t meet his eyes.
“…I’m sorry.”
There’s a heated pause. The tension begins to spark something between the two of you.
Then, unexpectedly, his finger lifts to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look up at him.
“Are you?”
Your breath catches.
His expression has changed—still intense, but something else is there now. Something darker. Something more dangerous.
“Because it doesn’t feel like you understand what you did.” Your pulse starts to race. “I do,” you insisted. He hums, unconvinced, staring down at your lips. “I don’t think you do,” he murmurs. “You touched something very important to me… after I warned you.” “And now,” he continues, voice dropping just enough to make your chest tighten, “You think just saying “sorry” is gonna fix it?”
“…What do you want me to do?” You say, the words coming out softer than you wanted them to.
You swallowed.
That’s when his lip twitches—just slightly. “If you’re going to break my rules…” he says quietly, leaning in just enough for you to feel his breath on your face, “You don’t just get to walk away from it.” His finger begins to trail a slow straight line from the tip of your chin all the way down to the front of your jeans. Making your breath hitch from the touch of his skin.
“Here’s what’s going to happen...” He says, as he starts to unbutton yours pants. His voice is smooth now—controlled, confident.
“You’re going to sit here…” his gaze flicks over you, assessing, “and you’re going to let me show you, how to actually play the guitar.” Your heart pounds, as you weren’t really expecting this from Jay. Was he actually turned on right now? Actually turned on by you, “breaking his rules?” You quickly analyze in your brain. You couldn’t help yourself either, seeing him frustrated with you, created a tingling feeling in your lower stomach. The way he towered above you in frustration. The way his manly cologne filled the space between your bodies, and the fact that his lips were just right there inches from yours. It was becoming unbearably hard for the both of you.
“You’re not going to move,” he adds, firmly. As he turns you around, back now pressed against his chest.
A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his hand slide into the front of your pants, fingers immediately hooking into your lace panties. “O—kay…” You try to reply, but are immediately struck by the feeling of Jay’s fingers smoothing over your folds. “And look at you, you’re already wet for me.” He whispers in your ear, as a smirk creeps up on his face.
He watches you for a second longer, to make sure you meant it. “I didn’t hear you clearly, what’d you say baby?” You roll your eyes in pleasure, trying to focus on his request. “Okay, Jay...”, you say, words clearer this time. He grins to your response, as he begins to circle his fingers slowly, adding slight pressure every go round. “Mmm, good girl.”
“Firstly, you have to hold the guitar properly like this.” Jay’s other hand slides up to grab your neck, not firm but just enough to make you let out a moan. His hands were warm, soft, and he could feel your throat bob against his palm as you settled into this new position. “집중해.” (Jipjunghae.) (“Pay attention.”) “Now, you have to warm up the strings.” He says, as he takes his occupied hand out of your pants, bringing it to his lips. Jay then sticks his fingers in his mouth, tasting your slick, sticky, and sweet. “You taste so fucking good...” He says as he swallows your essence. He then proceeds to spit right back into the same hand, long strings of saliva now coating the pads of his fingertips. He preps you, kicking your feet apart from each other. “Relax baby.” He commands. “I just—f***ck.” You could barely get a word out as his fingers slid into your p*ssy with the easiest slip.
“You’re so tense,” he murmurs. “You wouldn’t be able to play properly like this.” Your breath catches, but you force yourself to loosen up more for him. You take a quick breath, letting your p*ssy contract, causing Jay’s fingers to slide all the way up into your cunt. “그래, 내 여자지.” (“Geurae, nae yeojaji.”) (“Yeah, that’s my girl.”) Jay begins to pump his thick fingers, moving them in and out of your tight hole in a consistent rhythm. You start to physically drift away, barely being able to stand. “You have to keep the guitar closer to your body, baby,” he says. The subtle implication making your lower abdomen flip.
He pulls you in tighter, literally chasing you. “Good, good…” Jay was studying you from behind. The way your body fitted perfectly against his, the way your hair cascaded down your back, the candied smell of your perfume, and those high pitched moans that escaped those full glossy lips. Music to his ears. He was feeding off of your pleasure and the sight of you crumbling at his touch, had his c*ck growing by the second.
“Your fingers,” he says, quieter now. “Watch.”
He slides them out your dripping wet p*ssy, placing them deliberately in your face, showing you your “progress”. “See baby, you don’t want them flat—curve them.” He shoves his fingers back into your entrance, slightly curling them, directly hitting your g spot. “Sh*t…mmmm…Ja-Jay, I can’t, I can’t…” You couldn’t suppress your moans anymore (luckily no one was home yet). His fingers squeezed against your neck hard, adjusting each finger with careful precision. Every small movement felt intentional, like he wanted to make sure you could feel him playing with you.
Jay continues, pumping his fingers in and out. He chuckles as he can feel your p*ssy throbbing around him. “Maybe, I should press harder?” You just aren’t loud enough, baby.” “The strings sound too weak.” He exhales softly. Taking his fingers out one last time, pushing you towards the bed. Your hands immediately hit the sheets, as he positioned himself right behind you, d*ck pressed right against your a*s. “This is the last part of the lesson”, he says as he dragged your pants down to your ankles, along with your panties. He gives your a*s a hard smack, whilst grabbing your neck again with his free hand. You arched your back, reaching the furthest it could bend. And he was loving that sh*t, admiring your curves, as he began to grind against you. “Baby, I need your fingers again, please…”, you cry out. “Oh, so you’re disobedient and impatient, huh?” “Fine, now I’m gonna strum this pretty little guitar of mine…”
You immediately prepare for whatever Jay meant by “strum”. Is he going to “strum me?” You couldn’t even think straight, cunt still pulsating, anticipating his return. He slowly presses his hand up your back, causing you to lean all the way forward, face now flat against the mattress below. You let out a slight “mmph”, as you try to adjust to the pressure. “이거 봐, 내 여자 얼마나 예쁜지!” (“Igeo bwa, nae yeoja eolmana yeppeunji!”) (“Look at how pretty my girl is!”) He exclaims proudly, as he steps back to admire your glistening pink cunt. “But—she broke my rules…” he cuts in, shaking his head in disbelief.
Jay leans on top of you, reaching under to place his fingers on the very top of your cl*t, pressing down as hard as he could. “Ahhh—Jay, mmmhh.” You hiss, eyes widening as he began to rub it with a constant back and forth motion. The feeling was non stop, the pressure was painful but quickly became pleasure, as you could feel your climax approaching. “See, now I’m strumming the chords, baby.” “Do you feel it?” He asks with a cocky tone. “Mhmm, f*ck. I’m gonna c*m!” “Don’t—stop...”
Jay, pulls his fingers away abruptly. You can’t help but cry as the sensation begins to quickly fade. “Why—why did you stop?!” You exclaimed. “You broke my rules, yet you’re trying to tell me what to do?” “I’m teaching the lesson here, and it won’t end until I accept your apology.” “I want to hear you loud and clear!” He bends back down, instantly starting to strum you with more vigor. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to curate the words. “I apol—ogize for breaking your r—ules.” Your voice cracked on every syllable, moans filled in the gaps between your sentences. “Mhmm, yeah and what else baby?” He coos. “I—won’t ever break your rules a—gain, no matter wha—f*ck!” “I’m c*mming!” Jay, couldn’t help but thrust into you, his c*ck was about to burst right in his pants. “That’s it…I love hearing you sing while I play with your p*ssy.” He says, gritting through his teeth. “Plea—se—forgive me, baby!” “I want to show you how so—rry I am!” You pleaded out. “He could feel you coming down from your last wave, causing him to smack your a*s again, holding it there, hard. Tears rolled off the end of your face as you let out the prettiest cry. “F***ck, f**ckk—ahhhh…f*—ck…mmmh!” That fiery sting from his hand, gave that wave the exact push it needed.
A warm pool of your c*m now soaked the entirety of his four fingers. “Yep, that sounds about right.” Jay says, as he watches your body go limp underneath him, licking up your juices right off his fingertips. “I accept your apology baby...” He says, as he rubbed your back trying to soothe you.
You were trying to gather yourself, as he helped you up from the bed. You wobbled for a second but he catches you in his arms. He admires you, wiping the dried tears from your face, pulling your pants up for you. “So…did you learn your lesson, princess?” You didn’t fully say yes, just nodded, trying to play it off. His eyebrows furrowed, clearly noticing your nonchalance. He grabs your neck softly, giving it a squeeze yet again, making you fully blurt out a solid, “Yes!” “I’ve learned my lesson…” You couldn’t help but wince, as you could still feel the fresh indent from where his hands just were around your neck. He bites his lip as he watches your reaction, he was completely satisfied. You lean into kiss him slowly, hands roaming up his muscular arms, feeling his tongue slide into your mouth. “Baby?” You try to sneak in between your lips. “Mhm, what’s wrong?” He slightly pulls away. “I want to return the favor.” You say, pushing him onto the bed. “Baby, you don’t have to do that…” He tries to explain but is completely cut off by the feeling of your hands pressing over his aching c*ck. “But I want to…” You pause. I have my own lesson I want to teach you…” You say as you shimmy down his sweats. “Now relax baby, you’re so tense…”
AUTHORS NOTE : My bad guys, I was supposed to have this up last night but I was so tired from work and I just finished this right now. Hope the ending doesn’t feel rushed… Yes, I am aware the Korean may not be correct (translation app). I added both the romanization and English translations, read it however you choose (english is in bold). If you are fluent in Korean please be nice, I am open to fixing any mistakes. Don’t be afraid to Quack back! (leave a comment, feedback or request)
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Girl when u put those lil notes in brackets in between the fic it kinda ruins the mood ngl cuz ur writing is like super good , just my opinion feel free to ignore 😭😭😭
No, I totally understand that! I will dial it down in the next fic. Thank you! - 🦆
PAIRING : idol nishimura riki x f. reader ; established bf/gf relationship.
GENRE : smut 18+ ⤷ do not interact if you’re underage! ˎˊ˗ WARNING : includes ; sub reader, slight begging, needy niki, touching, kissing, dom niki, temperature play, water play, slight aggression, oral s*x (m. receiving), c*ming, saliva, satisfied reader, satisfied niki, hot asf!!!
SYNOPSIS : on a stifling summer day in Japan, you spend the night at your boyfriend Ni-ki’s place, where the heat in the air seems to quickly blur the lines between comfort and tension. Ni-ki grows increasingly restless and irritated by the humidity, eventually stripping off his layers to cool down—unintentionally creating an even steamier atmosphere.
It was one of those heavy summer nights in Japan.
The kind where the air clung to your skin and even breathing felt warm. The hum of the fan barely cut through the heat as you lay beside Ni-ki, the two of you trying to relax on his bed.
He shifts beside you, clearly uncomfortable.
“なんでこんなにクソ暑いんだよ.” (Nande konna ni kuso atsui nda yo?) (Why is it so fucking hot?) He muttered under his breath, voice edged with irritation. Before you could respond, he sat up and tugged his hoodie over his head, tossing it aside. A second later, his tank top followed.
You had seen him shirtless numerous times before but—something stood out this time. And between the dim, golden light of his room, the constant low groans he’d made because of the heat, and the glistening sweat dripping off his back, your eyes started to linger and your body began to wonder.
“What?” he asks, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he reaches for his back. “…Nothing,” you murmured, though your voice came out softer than intended. He raised a brow, and sucks his teeth sharp. “Ugh, I know I’m sweaty…”, he says in an embarrassed tone. Your heart thuds for a quick second. “…I didn’t realize you had this many.” For a moment, he tilts his head confused, but quickly catches on when he notices you staring at his back from behind. “Oh, you mean my “moles?”. He asks with an amused expression. You nodded slowly, your eyes still drifting across his skin, curiosity mixing with something warmer… something harder to ignore.
The air between you shifted as you approached him closer. On your knees, you scoot right behind him. With your warm hands, you slowly begin to traces shapes and patterns on his back, “connecting the dots”. Ni-ki squirms from the uncomfortable wet feeling. He wanted to enjoy your touch but not in this way.
You were a master at reading Ni-ki, especially in bed (and vice versa). You know exactly what he loves and what he hates. Even when it was hard to tell exactly what he wanted in the moment, you were quick to switch it up, making your s*x life spontaneous, every single time.
Catching onto Ni-ki’s discomfort, you begin to plant kisses on his back instead. Slow patterned kisses, making sure he could deeply feel each point of contact, even through his sweat. Ni-ki's eyes shutter close, rolling his neck in pleasure. As you trail the warm kisses up his back, almost reaching his neck, he lets out the softest moan, so quiet you almost miss it. He jolts, by the sudden sound he didn’t realize he had made. “Babe, you ok?”, you ask in a suggestive tone, as you wrap your arms around him. Ni-ki peers down, realizing he was getting hard just by your touch. He bites his lip and swiftly stands up from the bed. You pout, as your arms unravel from his frame. He turns to you, “Hold on, I’ll be right back…stay just like that for me.” He says, backing towards the bedroom door.
As soon as the door closes, you perk up, sit up straighter, fluff up your hair, and wipe the sweat from your forehead, preparing for whatever Ni-ki was willingly to do next. About a minute or two later he comes back into the room, holding an icy bottle of water in one hand and a towel in the other. He slowly approaches the end of the bed, sipping the water while gesturing to you to come closer to him. “こっち来いよ.” (“Kocchi koi yo.”) (“Come here.”)
You immediately obey, crawling, going from the middle of the bed to the very edge. As you prop up on your knees, Ni-ki can’t help but watch you intently. Oh, and the way your titties bounced as you sat up, it definitely didn’t go unnoticed by him, automatically making his boner grow even more. He then takes the bottle of water, and nudges it towards your lips. “口を開けてください.” (“kuchi wo akete kudasai.”) (“Open your mouth.”) Ni-ki gawks as you open your mouth for him on command, slightly sticking out your tongue. He can’t help but watch you close your eyes, squeezing them, icy water sliding down your throat, drinking as much as he wanted you to drink. Ni-ki, mesmerized by you, ends up pouring more than your little mouth could handle, filling your cheeks to the brim, causing water to spill down your lips and chin. “Fuck, I’m sorry baby”. He says, immediately wiping your lips with his thumb. And the look you give him, as you swallow all the water with ease, sends his body into the hottest flash. That was it, that was the green light, he needed you right now!
Ni-ki exhaled, running a hand through his hair, flushed from the heated chemistry between you too. “Baby…I need you so bad right now”. “Could we try something?” He asks. Ni-ki knew you were down to try anything, but he always was thoughtful enough to ask anyways, sometimes even beg, especially when the ideas were kinda wild (but sex is meant to be experimental, right?). He sits down next to you, immediately manspreading. He leans over to kiss you slowly, sticking his tongue in your mouth, making you both moan from the cold sensation. Tongues collide between the ice chunks leftover in your mouth, quickly melting away between the heated exchange. He kissing your lips deeply before pulling away, just enough to sneak in his request. “I need your pretty little mouth…”, he whispers.
With one motion, you place your hands on his knees and hit the ground in front of him. From your view, you notice a hill poking from his grey sweats. Ni-ki bites his lip hard, seeing you on your knees was his favorite, selfishly. Then again, you loved him taking control, bossing you, using you however he pleased, it turned you both on 1000%. He shifts his hips forward. “Drink some first.” He says, as he looks down at the water bottle, now dripping wet from the humid room. You pick it up with no hesitation, making Ni-ki shimmy off his pants to his ankles, and then his boxers, exposing his long member, already leaking pre c*m. Your eyes brighten as Ni-ki begins to stroke himself, spreading more of his wetness down his shaft, for you. You begin to take a few sips of water to coat your throat, and on the last sip you leave just a bit remaining in your mouth, accompanied by some of the ice that melted off in the process.
Then… the feeling hits Ni-ki like a truck. The mixed sensation of numbing and cooling, yet the room being sweltering hot, took him beyond the edge. The contrasting combination completely dazed him. “Nghh…fuck—.” Ni-ki mutters, slightly rocking his hips up into your mouth. “Look at you, taking m—y dick in your fucking mouth.” You hum in agreement, sending vibrations straight to his tip, making him let out a deep groan, “Fuck!”. He hisses, barely being able to function. “You like that?” You say, as you give Ni-ki a quick bat of the eye. He quickly nods, his eyes meeting yours. “あなたはそこですごくセクシーに見えます.” (“anatahasokodesugokusekushiini miemasu.”) (“You look so sexy down there.”) He says, as you lick a long stride on the side of his length, eyes locked onto one another. The soft press of your tongue, makes him twitch in place, making you let out a soft giggle.
You quickly take another sip of water, taking Ni-ki back into your mouth. He raises his hand, sliding it through your hair. The light touch of his hand, fuels your fire, making you suck the water around his c*ck as if you were trying to drink a freshly made slushie through a straw. “Ugh, shit—fuck that feels so good, mhmmm—ahhhhhh—keep doing that baby.” “Mhmm just like that…” He says, as he presses his hand down firmer, completely engulfing your throat with his d*ck. Your mouth was completely full, watery strings of saliva dripped from your lips, down to your shirt, as you sat back to catch your breath. “Look at you baby, you’re all wet.” Ni-ki says, leaning back on his hands, observing you, chest rising and falling. You look down to see the ridiculously large wet spot on the entire front of your white oversized shirt (Ni-ki’s), making your hard nipples stick against the thin fabric. You say in a hazy tone, wiping your neck and chin, “Omg, I didn’t even feel this.” He smirks, waving you to come closer. You sit in front of him as he grabs the towel and begins to wipe your face for you. He stares at you, completely impressed, and chuckles to himself. “You are crazy…”, he says teasing. “Me?!” “You’re the one with the ideas!” You say, gesturing down at yourself, completely wet and sticky.
Ni-ki leans forward, fixing the hair sticking to your forehead. “You’re right…and we’re not done…”. Ni-ki stands straight up in front of you, d*ck still hard, and ready for round two. You sit up straight, instantly prepared to take him again, as you look up at him, through your wispy eyelashes. You couldn’t help but admire your extremely tall, lean bodied, dark haired boyfriend, towering right over you, as if you were seeing him for the first time. He notices, looking down at you and sucks the bottom of his lip. “I’d hate to wet that pretty face of yours.” He says, mischievously tilting his head. He then takes the bottle and pours the ice cold water right over your face. “Babe!” “What—are you…?” You exclaimed, as you jolted from the abrupt coolness. “I’m gonna fuck your wet face and you’re gonna take my d*ck in your mouth, again.” You blink, not saying a single word, showing immediate obedience, just how he liked it.
He grins, wasting no time. He holds your chin up with one hand as you blink through the water that got in your eye. And with the other hand, he holds his d*ck up to your mouth. Teasing, he glides his tip on the edges of your pretty pink lips, making him hiss from the sensitivity. You plant a kiss right on his puffy red end, making him moan out, causing pre cum to drip from the tip. You proudly lick it up, ending with a slight pop. And that did it! He shoves his c*ck straight into your mouth, making his head go straight back from the impact. He begins to thrust his hips back and forth, creating a beautiful, slippery wet rhythm that the two of you both grunted to in the now, steam filled bedroom. You continuously flick your tongue on the end of his c*ck as he strokes, which begins to fuel him, like revving up the engine to a sports car. This makes him pump even faster. “Ugh—mhm, you’re gonna make me c*m, all over that pretty…fucking…face.” He leans over the side, to grab the water bottle once again, prompting you to open your mouth while his d*ck rested on your tongue. You tilt your head slightly upwards as he begins to pour the water, while simultaneously thrusting his hips into your face.
It was becoming one of the wettest sessions you guys have ever had, literally. I mean you were soaked at this point. But you, never once tapping out, continued to s*ck every last inch of him. Ni-ki was run ragged, mouth gapped open as he watched himself fuck your entire face. “Mmm nghh…I’m gonna c*m baby…fuuhhhk.” Ni-ki says, as he grabs your head, forcing you to bob to your fullest extent. He begins to cry out, as he starts to climax, thrusts becoming sloppier. And at that very moment you reached your limit, you couldn’t take it anymore. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, as you whined to him. With that, the vibrations from your mouth, caused him to cum right down your throat. “Ahhhhhhhh—aishhhh.” Ni-ki, snaps his hips one last time in your face, shaken from the orgasm. You can feel the warm sweet taste of him trickle down your now fucked out throat, as you watched him ride out the wave.
Ni-ki stumbles back slightly, weak in the knees as you release your mouth from around him. Milky streams of saliva escaping from the corners of your lips as you sat back, swallowing the remains. Ni-ki hits the bed, still throbbing, still wet, but completely sucked clean. “ベイブ、それは素晴らしかったです.” (“beibu, sore wa moto harerashikattadesu.”) (“Babe, that was amazing.”) He says breathing heavily, looking up at the ceiling (he needed a minute to recuperate). He then sits up quickly, gaze immediately falling on you. He gestures his hands out for you, helping you up from the floor.
“You feeling better?” You proudly ask, as you peak down at his c*ck, still out. He pulls you close to him, hands sliding down your sides, ending on your hips. “Yeah, thanks to you.” He says, sticking his tongue out, like a dog panting for water. “How do you feel?” Ni-ki says, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye with his knuckle. “I feel—good baby...” You say, with a slight scratch in your throat, bending down to pull Ni-ki’s pants up for him. “Now, go shower!” “No, my lady first.” He says, smacking your ass, as you walked towards the bedroom door. “Mm.” You let out, as the slap stung your flesh, leaving him highly satisfied.
About 45 minutes or so go by as you wait for Ni-ki to finish showering. You lazily, shuffle through his drawers, trying to find another one of his oversized t-shirts to wear to sleep. “Black, white, black tank…”. “Babe, do you wear anything else?!” You whispered allowed, taking in the fact that your boyfriend really only wore black, white, and grey clothing. It made you chuckle, as he swiftly entered the room. Freshly showered, hair still damp, white towel wrapped around his slim waist. You immediately jump, like you just got caught doing something you shouldn’t have, making you bump into the bed. “何してるの?” (Nani shiteru no?) (“What are you doing?”) He asks, catching you going through his drawers (he doesn’t care, just thinks you’re cute trying to hide it). “Nothing…was just looking for a shirt—”, your words fall short, as you watch Ni-ki suddenly drop his towel (he’s wearing his boxers already). “What?” “You want some more?” Ni-ki says cockily smirking, gesturing down at his d*ck. “Naw, I’m joking baby...”. “Let’s try to get some sleep, okay?” He says, falling right down onto the bed next to you. His long arms now draped over your warm body, eyes becoming heavier and heavier by the second, falling asleep in your clutch…
AUTHORS NOTE : My first smut! I had so much fun writing this, took a few days but I did it. I hope you freaks enjoy it! I added Japanese to make it sound more “realistic”. Yes, I am aware it may not be correct (translation app). I added both the romanization and English translations, read it however you choose (English is in bold). If you are fluent in Japanese please be nice, I am open to fixing any mistakes. Don’t be afraid to Quack back! (leave a comment, feedback or request)
all images above and below are edited by me but were sourced from Pinterest ; credits to original owners. dividers by creator, @pixopix
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