nini ୭ ᵎᵎ

⦸ hunghoon.. size kink. bulge kink. manhandling. pet names: baby . condescending dirty talk. unprotected sex. nipple play. hair pulling. creampie.

V𓄧 i wrote this after seeing this... happy 1800 followers!! ily xx

Your best-friends cock size wasn't something that ever scared you.. why would it?

If anything, it was something you both often joked about, "wonder who else you're gonna scare off with that thing." and the second those words leave your mouth a chain reaction of complaints follow.

"It's not my fault--"

"I warned her."

"You probably couldn't handle it anyway."

Pause. You looked up from your phone, one eyebrow shooting straight up at your best-friend Sunghoon. He sat with that annoying ass smirk like he knew exactly what he was doing, he did.

"Me? you must be joking." you said, less sure with the way his eyes were darkened, running all over your person.

He tilted his head, leaning back in his chair "You think you can?"

And that's how you got here, face smushed into his pillow, forearms pinned down by his large hands—with little effort, and Sunghoon's flushed cock buried so so deep into your pussy you can barely breathe.

By now your brain is on the verge of turning into mush, back arching against him, tiny incoherent whines ripping from your throat as he stretches you so wide around him.

"You said you can handle it." he says voice low. His grip on your wrists tightens slightly as he maintains that deep pressure. A barely audible grunt escapes him as you pulse around him.

"Mmmph I-I can." you manage, he presses his chest to your back. holding you there as you try inch forward, for just a little freedom from being impaled by your best-friend's cock.

"Ah-ah stay still." he purrs. Sunghoon releases your arms, pulling your hair over your shoulders to your back, for a second you thought he was doing it for your comfort. But his large palms immediately find home on your shoulders—pushing you further down onto him.

Your head tips back with a drawn out whine, "Fuucckkk!!—you're so-so-so deep nnggh."

"I know I know." his lips brush against your ear as he speaks, breathing slightly heavier than usual.

He still doesn't move, watching down as your hands try finding anything to latch onto as you writhe beneath him. You smack his thigh, his hands on your shoulders, the pillow—anything. Trying to find any kind of friction to sedate the pressure.

He tugs your hair back, "I said stay still." he releases your shoulders, "On your hands."

You breathe in sharply, immediately falling forward onto your hands, "H-hoon," you whimper as he presses down on your lower back arching you even fucking further.

"Shh just feel it, feel how I fill you up." he coaxes as your body convulses against him. His hands trail up from your back to the bottom of the tank top neither of you bothered to take off, rolling it up to stroke those painfully hard nipples down to your stomach.

He keeps going with his hands, just watching as you attempt to fuck yourself on his cock, still whining and sobbing.

"You're fucking dripping down my balls." he smirks, observing the milky slick between you, but you can barely hear him with the way you're shaking and spluttering nonsense.

He even fucking laughs. He laughs watching as you struggle and fall forward onto your elbows.

"Awwe you said you can take it, what's wrong baby?"

But you don't respond. Can't respond because he's followed you down, hovering above you and leaning down driving that curved cock into any space he can. One of your hands flail finding the hand holding him up, gripping it as he keeps going. Even as sweat drops from his forehead to your back, even as he finds himself fighting his own release just to torture your poor cunt.

Your tears stain the pillow and your throat hurts, and for a second you thought he was taking mercy on you. Sunghoon hooks your legs with his own, pushing them in-between his so your legs are straight.

"Oh baby," His arm threads under your neck stroking your hair as he kisses your fucked out lips despite the drool seeping. He's got you completely caged beneath him, and then he feels you relaxing, just a little.

He shifts, balancing himself on one arm, the free one pushing finding your pretty tits, trailing down to your belly. You don't see it but a corner of his lips lift. He presses down, right where his cock is buried inside you, making you feel the bulge.

"You feel that?"

"F-fuuck—nghh!" your eyes roll back as you instinctively arch back into him.

"No? you don't?" he taunts against your ear, keeping you down, he presses harder, thrusting just to make you feel it. His hips stutter as you pulse harshly, a sharp breath ripping from his throat.

Your vision blurs, you scream as a coil snaps, white and hot and you collapse as you gush around him, soaking his thighs and cock.

"Good fucking girl." Sunghoon fucks you through it, chasing his own release—his hips jerk as he pants through pumps. He shivers as he releases thick ropes of his cum, still buried.

You're still panting into his arm, your eyes are wet, body still shaking. Sunghoon's also panting, trying his hardest not to wince at the way your pussy is still clenching and pulsing.

"Maybe you can handle me."

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𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡 pt.2

texts w situationship(?) niki x female!reader | dom & sub niki (🤤) | sub reader | niki is js so sexy in this so yeah

an: these pictures are my muse, I need niki asap

Bsf riki x reader

Sypnosis: month after Riki helped you with your insomnia, you guys seems to be a bit more than best friends now

Warning: mention of insomnia, flufff, kissing

now playing🎧- No.1 party anthem- arctic monkeys

📍a/n: ahhhh this one is requested by @nikidikiy I’m so happy you’re one of my favvvvv authorrr!!!!!! Hope you guys will enjoy this one too!

You can read the previous one here

The glowing green numbers on your phone read 1:45 AM, but you weren’t at your apartment, and you weren't staring at his living room ceiling.

Months had passed since that first movie night, and your insomnia had evolved from a lonely nightmare into a shared routine. You practically lived at Riki’s place now. But tonight was different. Riki had just come back from a brutal, week-long dance workshop tour, and he was completely exhausted. You had promised yourself you wouldn't wake him up if your brain started buzzing.

You had quietly slipped out of his bed and walked into the kitchen, leaning against the counter in the dark as you sipped a glass of water, trying to mentally untangle your thoughts.

Suddenly, a pair of long, heavy arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

You flinched, but immediately relaxed as Riki buried his face into the crook of your neck, his skin warm and his breathing heavy with leftover sleep. He wore nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants, his chest bare and radiating heat against your back.

"Where'd you go?" he mumbled, his voice so deep and gravelly it sent a shiver straight down your spine.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, turning around in his embrace so you were facing him. You placed your hands flat against his warm chest. "I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to bed, Ni-ki. You've been dancing for twelve hours a day."

Riki didn't move. He just looked down at you, his heavy eyelids drooping, but his dark eyes intensely focused on your face in the dim moonlight filtering through the kitchen window.

"I woke up because the bed was cold," he murmured, his hands sliding down to rest securely on your hips, anchoring you against the kitchen counter. "Your brain is loud again, isn't it?"

"A little," you admitted softly. "But you need your rest. I can handle it tonight."

Riki let out a low, rough chuckle, shaking his head. "How many times do I have to tell you? You don't 'handle' it alone anymore. I don't care how tired I am."

He reached past you, took the glass of water from your hand, and set it on the counter. Then, before you could protest, Riki gripped your waist and effortlessly lifted you up, seating you on the edge of the kitchen counter. Now, you were at eye level with him.

The sudden change in dynamic made your breath hitch. The playful, comforting "best friend" energy from months ago was entirely gone. Standing between your thighs, Riki leaned in close, his hands gently framing your face, his thumbs wiping at the tired shadows under your eyes.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

You looked. His messy hair fell across his forehead, and his expression was completely devoid of its usual teasing smirk. He looked at you with a raw, fierce intensity that made your heart hammer against your ribs.

"I don't just want to be the guy who lends you a shoulder when you're tired," Riki whispered, his gaze dropping to your lips and staying there. "I want to be the reason you feel safe. Every single night. I'm crazy about you."

The quiet confession hung in the midnight air, completely silencing the frantic thoughts in your head.

"Riki..." you breathed.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice dropping to a vulnerable, breathless murmur. "Properly?"

You didn't answer with words. You tangled your fingers into his hair and pulled him closer.

Riki didn't hesitate. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

Unlike the gentle, tentative comfort of the past, this kiss was deep, deliberate, and full of a simmering passion that had been building between you for months. He groaned softly against your mouth, his hands sliding from your face down to your waist, pulling your body flush against his bare chest. The heat radiating off him was intoxicating. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer as the kiss turned sweet and demanding, a slow, intoxicating rhythm that completely erased the rest of the world.

When he finally broke the kiss, he didn't pull away. He rested his forehead against yours, his chest heaving as he let out a breathless, happy laugh.

"Wow," he murmured, his thumbs tracing circles on your hips. "Yeah. I'm definitely never letting you go back to your apartment."

You smiled, a genuine, radiant feeling blooming in your chest as you rested your head on his shoulder, your heart finally beating in a calm, steady rhythm.

"Come on," Riki whispered, kissing the side of your neck before lifting you down from the counter. "Let's go to bed. I'll hold you until morning."

𝗜𝗬𝗞𝗬𝗞!⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀nrk x reader

⠀ ⠀ ⠀mdni . . .⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀wc 2.5k

in which⠀ you come to realize that your older brother's best friend knows you want him, and wants you back.

contents⠀ 80s au, brother's best friend!riki x reader, blowjob, piv, oneshot

taglist (join!)⠀ @jakeycakeys @stwryun @heeseungismywifee @estrogenwon

the vinyl carried the smooth pop instrumental across the room. he would hum along mindlessly while he rummaged through his overcrowded drawers.

"billie jean is not my.. fuck, where's my vhs!?" he groaned in frustration.

pretty in pink was his favorite movie, but god forbid any of his friends find that out. jake and his little sister were coming over – riki would die if they discovered his guilty pleasure. he couldn't help the fact that, beneath the smoking and leather jackets, he was a fool for cheesy romance films.

after failing to find it, he huffs in annoyance and shoves a pack of cigarettes in his back pocket. seconds later, there's a knock on the door.

"riki! open up, we're here!"

running a hand through his hair, he strides on over to the door and swings it open.

jake was sporting his favorite flannel over a white shirt, hands in his pockets and a subtle smile on his face. then there was you – standing proud behind your brother, eyes squinted in response to the summer sun. his eyes swept over your denim shorts and striped shirt.

he steps aside, a silent welcome, and he swore he felt a pair of eyes on him. he suppresses a chuckle, because you have never been good at being lowkey, ever.

𓊆西村力 x fem reader𓊇 💌 scent kink, panty sniffing, riki jerks off to your scent and panties and bra, sunshine gf x grumpy bf troupe kinda, he's NASTY and disgusting

𓆩♡𓆪 i cannot resist it U guys. nishimura riki i fucking love u. ure so fun to write with and your girlfriend will always be the contrast of u. if u <3 it pls give it lots of love and feedbacks!!

“sooo… how do i look?”

your boyfriend was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, wearing nothing but black sweatpants and a sleeveless white tee. his phone slipped from his hand the second he looked up. his eyes dragged slowly down your body, then back up.

“whoa… hot stuff,” he breathed, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “you’re looking way too good. c’mere,” 

WHO IN ENHYPEN…? THE CATEGORY IS: Length or Girth? Ready to find out who fits you best?

(Masterlist) (mini-series)

HEESEUNG — Long cock

Heeseung is the type to pin you against the headboard, legs spread wide, and slide every inch of that long, pretty cock into you in one slow push. He loves watching your stomach bulge slightly every time he bottoms out. “Look at that… taking all of me so deep, baby,” he’d whisper, voice low and breathy, while he grinds in deep circles instead of thrusting fast. He’s the one who fucks you so deep you feel him in your throat.

JAY — Fat cock

Jay’s thick. Stupidly thick. He’s the type to make you whine before he even puts it in, rubbing that fat head against your entrance just to watch you stretch. Once he pushes in, your eyes roll back instantly. He loves holding your hips down and feeding you every inch slowly, groaning at how tight you squeeze around his girth. “Fuck… you’re so tight around me,” he’d mutter, jaw clenched, while he rocks his heavy cock in and out, making you feel full for hours.

JAKE — Long + slightly curved cock

Jake is the type to fuck you in missionary with your legs over his shoulders, that long cock hitting the exact spot that makes you squirt. He gets off on the way your voice breaks when he pushes past that deepest point. He’ll kiss you messily while grinding deep, whispering “Feel that? That’s all yours, baby” every time you clench around him. He’s addicted to how your body trembles when he stays buried to the hilt.

SUNGHOON — Fat cock

Sunghoon has that heavy, fat cock that makes your thighs shake. He’s the type to sit back on the couch, hands behind his head, and make you sink down on him slowly. He loves the way your mouth falls open and your eyes water when you’re halfway down his thickness. “Just a little more, princess. You can take it,” he’d say with that cocky little smirk, then grab your hips and pull you down the rest of the way in one go.

SUNOO — Long cock

Sunoo looks innocent but fucks like he knows exactly what he’s packing. He’s the type to spoon you, lift your leg, and slide that long cock in from behind, whispering filthy praises in your ear. He loves hitting it so deep you can’t even speak properly. He’ll keep one hand on your stomach so he can feel himself moving inside you while he fucks you slow and sensual, making sure you feel every inch.

JUNGWON — Long & fat (deadly combo)

Jungwon got blessed. His cock is both long and thick, and he knows it. He’s the type to tease you first, rubbing that fat head against your clit until you’re begging, then pushing in deep and watching your face contort. He loves when you claw at his back and moan his name like a prayer. “Too much?” he’d ask with a sweet smile while he’s balls deep, stretching you open and hitting places no one else can reach.

NIKI — Long cock (with insane stamina)

Ni-ki is the type to fold you in half and use every single inch of that long cock like it’s a weapon. He’s relentless, fucking you so deep you forget your own name. He loves watching you lose it, smirking when your eyes flutter shut. “Still with me, baby?” he’d tease, even though he’s been pounding you for twenty minutes straight without breaking rhythm, that long dick reaching spots that make your legs shake uncontrollably.

"it's even better when it's with ice cream, know what i mean, peaches and cream"

peaches and cream - 112

˚⟡˖ ࣪ a/n: this is a draft i completely forgot about, idek if i like it. i remember having trouble making an ending and that lowk still stands but here y'all go !

niki's never been shy about how obsessed he is with your body, but tonight? something about how wet you are, how messy you've gotten and how his tongue comes away extra shiny every time he licks into you, has him groaning, nearing his own orgasm just from tasting you.

"damn, baby…" he pants, eyes glued to the slick glistening at your entrance. "you're so fuckin' creamy."

his thumb swipes over your folds, collecting the mess and watching it string between his fingers like honey. he lets out a sound, close to a whimper. "you see that? shit, is this for me?"

your thighs twitch when he dips his thumb inside and pulls it out slow, watching more of you cling to him before he licks it off with a low moan. "god, i could eat this pretty pussy all night."

he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then another right above your clit. he then spreads you wider and leans back in, his mouth rougher this time.

finally finishing this ask! i love it ^_^

long ahh a/n: first ot7 post in awhile. this is an old draft. i had to take some time to gather myself, i was OVERLY funky abt hee leaving and its made it difficult to write or even keep up w enhypen. for now though, he's still included in my stuff and even if he's not itll just be enhypen + evan 🤷🏽‍♀️

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face sitting ✩ ₊˚

jake - doesn't care if he can't breathe or if he passes out , he needs that thang ON HIM. you'd think he's the one being ate out with all the hooting and hollering he's doing.

heeseung - i feel like his reasoning is a little lazy. he doesn't have to do too much AND he gets the love of is his life riding his face? score. just because he's a tired man doesn't mean you're not getting ate off the bone though.

sunghoon - likes to show off how strong he is and how much he can take. he only started liking this position because you swore you would crush him or he wouldn't be able to breathe. he proved you wrong. several times.

eating it from the back ✩ ₊˚

sunoo - swears you taste sweeter in this position. is so messy with it too, spit and your own essence dripping down the back of your thighs. also noisy. has probably said nom nom into your puss.

jungwon - hear me out. he's very versatile, but i think he uses this one the most because he's a tease, and he likes that when he's in the back you don't know his next move. when he's mad he holds your hands together so you can't touch him.

laying down ✩ ₊˚

niki - likes to hold eye contact with you while he absolutely devours you from down there. and when you're close he COMPLETELY buries his face in you, its so messy and loud and absolutely embarrassing if you weren't on the verge of cumming.

jay - is down for whatever you want that night. he loves whatever you're into. but he's a classic man, so eating it laying down is probably his first thought. legs on his shoulders btw .

oh im livingg!! for this ideaaa & i'm always taking requests! <3

[enha reactions: caught by another member]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ HEESEUNG ♡

the bed creaks with every thrust, heeseung has a firm hair tangled in your hair, burying your face into the sheets. your cries are muffled as he drives into you from behind. back curving beautifully, ass rippling with each sharp thrust. the room is dark except for the soft glow of heeseung's lamp. his forehead is damp, thighs tensing with every snap of his hips. it's hard for him to keep his groans quiet.

but he's trying. could hear the chatter from the other guys just on the other side of his door, all rounded up in the living room doing god knows what. he's sure they just think you two are resting, exhausted from the day and wanting to lay down alone for a bit. and while that was the case when you first entered his room, it was almost impossible to cuddle with your insanely enticing boyfriend for longer than twenty minutes.

so of course, when thing was leading to another. "fuck, baby. look at you..." he groans, hips angled so he's able to slip deeper inside of you. "swallowing me right up, does it feel good, baby?" he's so focused on the way his dick disappears within your dripping pussy, he doesn't hear the door creaking open.

"hyung, we're all goin-" jungwon's words are cut off with a gasp, standing frozen in the doorway. your ears perk up at the sound, head shifting just slightly and your body goes cold when your eyes land on the younger boy. his wide eyes are glued to you, his adam's apple bobbing as his mouth parts, heat surging through him. he can't look away, despite your mortified expression, he can't help but drink you in.

the perfect arch of your spine, the way your thighs trembled, the sinful sound skin colliding - heeseung yet to realize he was standing right there. jungwon never once imagined seeing you like this, had always played the role of 'big sis' in the two years you've been dating heeseung and he never pictured you as anything else. but now.

you're gasping a second too late, the sound sending a pang of arousal throughout his body. "heeseung." you hiss, arm reaching back to swat heeseung away. cheeks burning red as mortification tangles with pleasure, but the older boy doesn't even flinch. eyes finding jungwon standing in the door way and he doesn't panic, doesn't falter, doesn't stop. the look on his face too familiar, he can tell exactly what he's thinking.

so instead, he's pulling you harder against him, his pace growing brutal and unapologetic. the bed slams against the wall, and you're gasping - body trembling under the force. "hee-" you try again, but he's quick to cut you off. "don't look at him," his hand presses between your shoulder blades, pushing your face back into the sheets. fingers going back into your hair to hold you there. his head is snapping up toward the door, jaw clenched and sweat beading at his temple.

"close the door." he growled, never missing a stroke, every thrust punctuating the command.

jungwon's hand shook on the knob, lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but all that slipped out was a strangled breath. your blush deepened, shame curling tighter, fighting the way your body pulsed helplessly beneath heeseung's punishing rhythm. you wanted so badly to sink into the mattress, vanish completely, but heeseung left you no escape.

"please," you whimper, half in embarrassment, half in desperation but his thrusts only grows rougher, leaning close to your ear. "mine. let him hear it." his grip bruised into your hips, pace feral leaving you clawing at the sheets as your moans fill the room. the sharp slam of the door finally echoed, jungwon gone.

heeseung doesn't let up, though. he continues to fuck you hard, relentless, lips dragging over the shell of your ear. "think i'm gonna stop just because he saw?" he taunts, "you're mine. every inch, every sound, every breath. say it." your voice breaks, high and needy. "i'm yours!" you squeal, arousal clashing until you're melting under him, hips rutting back helplessly.

his smirk curves against your skin, grip tightening around your body. "mine," he snarls, fucking you all the way through your orgasm - the loud sounds of your moans no doubt being heard throughout the house.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JAY ♡

Tired of being rejected for her lack of sexual experience, a young woman turns to her best friends for an unconventional favor.

INSPIRED BY 'YOUR TURN' STARRING @mssishipi! And; ''RENT-FREE! ' ' STARRING @swiftjay23

୨୧ pairing: best friends - hyungline x reader !

୨୧ content tags/warnings: hyung line x reader, reader is horny and desperate, alcohol.

୨୧ explicit content (smut): porn with plot, gangbang, face fucking, facials, nipple play, fingering, oral fixation, unprotected sex, degrading language, pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling etc), double penetration, unprotected anal sex, slapping, handjob, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, this is straight up porn but have a potential romance at the end, sex aftercare. lmk if i missed something.

୨୧ WORD COUNT: 9.4K !

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note: English isn't my first language, so if you find any mistakes I apologize, hehe, and I also welcome any corrections or tips from you. If by some chance you're here and you speak Spanish, let me tell you that I do too, hehe, and that the Spanish version is available here.

"So, how did it go with Niki in the end?" Sunghoon asked, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth.

"Oh, she really doesn't want to talk about it," Heeseung replied, sprawled on the sofa. The girl was next to him, a slight blush on her cheeks, her eyes rolling, and sighing.

"It was total shit," she blurted out. "He rejected me for still being 'just a kid.'" Jake, sitting next to Sunghoon, let out a loud laugh. "That doesn't make any sense, does it?"

"Right, I mean, who wouldn't jump at the chance to be with a virgin?" Sunghoon commented, still eating. The girl huffed. —Men,— she thought, forgetting that her best friends were just m e n.

"Don't be rude, Hoon, you're upsetting the poor girl." Jay entered the living room of Heeseung's apartment, where they were having a sleepover, carrying cans of beer and hitting his friend on the back of the head. Sunghoon didn't complain.

"Don’t worry. Someone else will come along who isn’t an asshole, or a jerk, or an idiot, or a creep, or a..."

"I get it, Jay, thanks..." the girl groaned. "I really thought he was interested."

"He was. Just in screwing you hard."

"Sunghoon!" the three guys around him snapped. Sunghoon just rolled his eyes. "Oh, screw you all. Don't act all high and mighty now. It’s the damn truth! Niki just wanted quick sex with her, and since she didn’t put out as easily as he expected, he ditched her."

"Sunghoon, you're not being very kind with your words..." Heeseung put his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Relax, screw Niki, you're a divine woman, beautiful, and you have a big heart, he's the one who's missing out."

"For God’s sake, Hee, there were more subtle ways to be a pussy." Jake teased, taking a sip of his beer.

She laughed; her friends were men, but they were good guys, no doubt.

"At least you didn’t sleep with someone who was just going to mess you around and then vanish. I guess that would’ve been pretty cruel for you, knowing how you are."

Jay was right, that would have been horrible; her friend had strong feelings for that guy and discovering that he only wanted to use her was a blow to her pride.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore. God, it makes me nervous..." There was a brief silence, barely a minute. The guys waited; they knew the conversation wasn't over. "But you know what bothers me the most?"

They chuckled softly; their friend was so predictable.

"God! We were kissing and he lowered his hand, but I pulled away. I GOT COLD FEET, OKAY? “She covered her face with both hands, frustrated. “I felt ready, yes. But I don't know, I don't know what happened.”

“Take it as a sign that this wasn't the right path, that's all.”  Heeseung offered her his beer, and she took a long swig, annoyed, frustrated, and flushed. “Slow down.” He laughed.

"Jesus, I must be the only girl on campus who's still a virgin. I need a boyfriend. Introduce me to one of your friends, Hoon. How about that guy with pretty eyes?

"Jungwon´s just like Niki, trust me. He fucks and runs."

"Men! All the same idiots."

The guys laughed loudly, Heeseung gently patted his friend's head. Jay sat down on their other free side, placing a palm on her knee, smiling.

"You don't need to rush; everyone goes at their own pace."

"You say that because you've already done it. You guys have all done it; I've heard every single one of your stories a thousand times."

"Like that time Hoon was screwing a freshman and his grandma walked into the room," Jake recalled, getting a shove from Sunghoon, who complained that they didn't need to bring that up, how embarrassing.

"Shut up, jerk. What about you? That time you couldn't get it up because you were high?"

"Oh, man, that girl was so hot on top of me, I looked like such a loser," he fake-cried, laughing. "But Jay’s right, you don't have to stress about it. It’s just sex. Or what? Are you really that desperate for some dick?"

She opened her mouth to insult him, but closed it, looking away, blushing. She snatched the beer out of Heeseung’s hand and took a gulp. Her friend laughed beside her.

"She is."

"Shut the hell up, idiots, you’re making me uncomfortable."

She huffed in annoyance, leaving the now empty can on the small table in front of her. She took advantage of him getting up to walk out of the room, heading towards Heeseung's room.

"I'm going to go change," she said, heading towards Heeseung's room.

When she returned, now wearing athletic shorts and an oversized t-shirt, her friends were already in comfortable clothes too. She sat back down between Heeseung and Jay, draping her legs over Jay's lap and her head on Hee's. Neither of them said a word or made a move; this familiarity was normal between them; they'd been friends for over ten years.

They watched a movie, chosen by Jake and Sunghoon. They all drank beer and ate chips, occasionally chatting about silly things to share a laugh. She got up from Heeseung's lap, drawing the attention of all four of them.

"I can't take this anymore," she murmured. "Help me, I'm fed up."

Jay, gently stroking her ankles, looked at her, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Sex, Jay. I’ve been thinking... I don’t want my first time to be with some jerk who’s just going to mess me around and then disappear. Maybe it’s better to do it with someone I know won't hurt me. Someone I trust and have a real connection with."

"Are you saying you want to sleep with one of us?" Jake blurted out, stunned. She nodded.

"You guys aren't idiots. Well, sometimes you are. But you wouldn't be cruel to me."

"That’s it, no more beer for you. You're talking nonsense. The alcohol is getting to you." Heeseung took the beer from her hand. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious, Hee. It's just sex, right? Jake said so himself." Jake pointed at his own chest, surprised that they were ganging up on him with their eyes.

"Oh, come on! How many times have I let you guys use my room to get between a girl's legs? And all the times I introduced you to friends? I'm only asking for one thing."

Silence fell over the room. No one knew what to say. There was fear, tension, and a sudden, palpable heat. Jake looked at Sunghoon beside him, who was noticeably uncomfortable. Jay looked at his friend, then back at Heeseung behind her, who had stopped stroking her leg.

"With whom?" Jay finally blurted out, looking at her differently now—no longer as just a friend.

She hesitated, avoiding his gaze. She hadn't really thought that far ahead. "Um... I don't know," she replied.

"Any of you is fine. I don't have anyone in particular in mind." Jake stood up, restless, his expression nervous. Heeseung stopped him. "Uh-uh. Not you. You're a savage; you're going to hurt her." Jake rolled his eyes, looking for an excuse to start a stupid argument with his friend.

Just then, Jay stood up, took her hand, and pulled her toward the bedroom.

"I'm borrowing your room, Hee," he called out when they were practically inside. He closed the door slowly, leaving it unlocked. She looked up at him, her nerves spiking.

"I'll ask just to be sure. Are you certain? Nothing's going to happen that you don't want."

She nodded; she was still hesitant, but backing out would only make things awkward. She smiled;an expression he found adorable, her cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol, her skin glowing. God, that did things to Jay. He didn't have to lie to himself: his best friend was breathtaking. The only thing that had held him back before was the friendship, but now that he had her consent—now that it was her idea—he wasn't going to hold back.

He pulled her closer, his hands settling on her waist. He searched her eyes for a few seconds, looking for any sign of regret. Finding none, he smiled and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant at first, but Jay whispered, "Relax, it's okay." She let out a shaky sigh, trying to expel the anxiety, and began to follow his lead. Slowly, patiently. Jay relaxed, pulling back just an inch to breathe.

"Shall we continue?" He sought her silent approval, and she nodded. He shifted, one hand moving to the nape of her neck, the other firm on her waist, pulling their bodies flush together. He kissed her more desperately now, with a hunger that broke through his earlier calm. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of the beer, then pulled away to graze her lower lip with his teeth. He left a trail of kisses across her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and down to her throat. She squirmed under his touch, letting out a small laugh. "Tickles," she apologized sheepishly. He smiled, pressing a reassuring kiss to her jawline, his lips leaving a damp trail down to the pulse point in her neck. Jay could feel her artery thrumming against his lips. He pulled back slightly, catching her look of disappointment at the distance. "To bed, Darling."

The nickname struck a chord; she felt a jolt of heat pulse through her, and they had barely even begun. She shuffled over to Heeseung's bed under Jay's intense gaze. He shed his shirt, pulling her against him on the mattress. He kissed her again, hungrier, thirstier. His hands drifted down to her waist, caressing the soft skin of her abdomen beneath her shirt. She felt a shiver, not the kind that brings laughter, but the kind that left her aching. Jay hovered over the hem of her shirt, his eyes meeting hers. "May I?"

She nodded, desperate for him to take control, needing to be cared for. He yanked the garment off, his breath hitching as he stared at his best friend’s exposed chest. He licked his lips, devouring her with his gaze. The intensity made her pulse race; she needed his focus to stop lingering on her hardened nipples. He kissed her lips again, moving down with sudden desperation, licking and nibbling at her collarbones. Savoring her scent, he kissed the valley between her breasts, and, looking directly into her eyes, he drew his tongue across one aroused nipple, causing her to moan and tremble. He smiled, resting his teeth lightly against the tip before licking and teasing it, repeating the sequence on the other side, leaving her skin slicked.

He pulled back, his hand moving to the hem of her shorts, slowly dragging them down until they pooled on the floor.

Feeling exposed, she let out a sharp sigh. Jay kissed her thighs, his touch reverent, gradually moving upward. She felt his warm breath against her lace. He pressed a kiss to the center of her panties—soaking wet—and used his fingers to part the fabric, exposing her. He ran his tongue between her lips, a low moan escaping her as she felt the strain of his own desire pushing against his jeans. He focused all his attention on her, kissing and tasting her, feeling her hands tangling into his hair, occasionally pushing him deeper. He was determined to make her feel completely worshipped, finding her most sensitive spot and sending electric shocks through her entire body.

"Jay... it's a lot..." she sighed, breathless. He pulled back just enough to look at her. "It's just the beginning, my love." Jay wet his fingers, guiding them to her entrance. "Breathe..." He pushed inside slowly, feeling her nervousness, tight heat close around him. He kissed her deeply to distract her from the intrusion. As she began to relax, he increased the rhythm, sliding in a second and then a third finger, the sensual sound of fluid and friction becoming rhythmic. Jay kissed her lips, her neck, her belly, massaging her clitoris with his thumb in slow, teasing circles. She began to tremble, her legs shaking uncontrollably until he finally pulled away.

"I'm going in, Darling." He promised his voice raw. "I'll be gentle." He shed his pants and boxers, finally revealing his arousal—hard and throbbing. He moved between her legs, and she wrapped them around his hips, pulling him close.

He stood firmly at the edge of the bed, grasping her hips to pull her closer. He pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance and entered her slowly, watching her face for any flicker of pain. She felt him stretch her; it was a dull, hot burn, but it wasn't pain. She took a deep, shuddering breath to release the tension. Jay pushed all the way in, a low moan escaping his throat as he waited for the right rhythm, easing into it slowly.

"Mhg~ Ja-Jay..." she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as her hand traced the muscles of his abdomen.

"Are you okay, darling?"

She nodded, moaning louder as he began to move. He was fully submerged, heavy and rhythmic. "More... more, Jay..." Those words were the green light he needed. He increased the pace and depth, his hips slamming into hers, causing her to cry out. He stroked her clitoris with his thumb in time with his thrusts. She tried to cover her mouth to stifle her screams, but he wouldn't let her. He pinned her wrists to the mattress, increasing his speed. "No, darling. I want to hear from you. Tell me, do you like it?"

"Y-yes... Mhg~ Jay, yes, I like it..." She could barely form the words, her mind clouded by the rush of heat flooding her body. It felt intense, overwhelming, and perfect.

"What do you like? Uhm? Tell me," he demanded, lowering his body until he could taste her lips, their moans blending together.

"Ghk! I like... how you’re filling me... hmh~."

That made him smile against her mouth, tugging at her lip with his teeth. He released her wrists to straighten up, catching her legs and pulling them over his shoulders, driving himself deeper, seeking that impossible connection. "Ugh~ Ja-jay... Ngh~ I’m going to..."

He could feel her body milking him, squeezing him so tightly it forced him to slow down. Her thighs began to tremble violently, and she let out a broken, intense cry. "That's it, baby... Cum on my cock. I love you; I love you..." He accelerated again, the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies filling the room. "Ugh... I'm close, baby... ahh-ahh... I'm going to cum..."

Jay groaned, his pelvis hitting hers with one final, hard strike. As the tremors of her orgasm raced through her, he pulled back slightly, driving his final thrusts home until he groaned and flooded her abdomen with his warmth. Dazed, breathless, and slick with sweat, he remained still for a moment as the end of his release faded. He tapped his cock gently against her swollen, sensitive lips.

"Hmm... So, tell me, love, is everything alright?" he whispered, blinking through the haze of ecstasy. He brushed her hair away, smiling at her like a fool, and kissed her lips and cheeks with newfound tenderness. "Did you like it? Or was I an idiot?"

"No, Jay, you're not an idiot. Everything's fine... very fine," she answered, her throat dry, her cheeks still flushed. She smiled at him, soft and vulnerable. "I loved it. It met my expectations, and then some. I love you."

"I love you too, darling. Let me clean you up. I'll be right back."

Jay stood up, moving toward the door to grab a towel. He pulled it open, but he froze. Standing right there, staring back at him, was Jake—with his hand already down his own pants, his eyes dark and dilated.

"What are you doing? That’s disgusting," Jay scolded, glancing over his shoulder toward the living room. Heeseung and Sunghoon were in the same state, both handling themselves. "You guys weren't exactly quiet, Jay." Jake countered, still pumping his cock, his eyes flicking toward the girl on the bed. "It's my turn now."

Jake moved to enter the room, but Jay stopped him, grabbing his arm in a possessive, tight grip. "You're not going to fuck her." Jake laughed sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. "And why not? You just did! And you made sure we all heard. It’s not fair."

"She asked me to," Jay justified.

Jake shook his head, jabbing a finger at him. "No, she said she was fine with any of us, and you just happened to be the one who took her." Jay sighed; he was too exhausted to argue, but Jake had a point.

"Fine. Ask her. But only if she wants to." Both boys turned to look at her. Under their intense gazes, she instinctively pulled her legs together to cover herself. "Tell him, darling," Jay said, his voice laced with possessiveness. "This savage wants to fuck you. Are you going to say no?"

She blinked, stunned by the irony of it all—having sex with her best friend in another best friend's bed while the other two listened from the living room. She flicked her gaze between Jay and Jake, her nerves burning at her fingertips. She was exposed, still sensitive, and completely overwhelmed. She swallowed hard. "I… I don't know…" Jay smiled, trying to push the other boy back. "See? She doesn't want to. Let's go."

But the Australian wouldn't allow it. He shoved Jay’s arm away, stepped into the room, and loomed over her, devouring her with his eyes. "Come on, gorgeous, don't leave me hanging. A little while ago, you were so eager for a cock you were willing to take any of ours." Jake’s voice was deep, gravelly, barely stroking his cock in front of her. "Why settle for one when you can have all four of us for the night?"

"Jake... I think you're pushing her too hard," Jay warned from the doorway. "Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll do it." Silence descended on the room. Feeling trapped, she avoided their eyes, pulling her arms around her chest.

"Say it again," Jake demanded, his hunger palpable. "I need to hear it again, and I swear to God, it’ll be the best day of your life."

"I agree to have sex with you now, Jake," she stated, her heart hammering against her ribs. "And I agree to do it with the others... just for today."

That was all the Australian needed. He grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her roughly, desperately. "Fuck," he groaned against her lips. "I'm not promising to be gentle. But if I do something wrong, you can kick my balls." That made her laugh, a soft, nervous sound. She nodded.

Jake continued kissing her, practically devouring her mouth, seeking to taste every inch of her. He nibbled at her lips, not even letting her breathe. With one hand on her waist and the other cupping her breast, he squeezed hard, pinching her nipple between his fingers until she stifled a gasp. She unconsciously began rubbing her pussy against the sheets, and Jake, noticing the rhythm of her hips, pulled away, halting all action.

"We’re going to do this, beautiful..." He circled the bed, climbing onto the mattress from behind to press his chest against her bare back. "Open your legs for your audience." In front of her, near the door, stood Jay, staring intensely, his cock already hard again. Behind him, Heeseung and Sunghoon were in the same state, watching with hungry eyes. The sheer weight of their attention made her heart hammer against her ribs. Avoiding their gaze, she sat up straight, spreading her legs as instructed.

Jake mirrored her, sitting up behind her. He grabbed her knees, pulling them wide to expose her completely to the other three. He leaned in, kissing and biting at her shoulder. He brought two fingers to her mouth. "Suck," he ordered. She obeyed, licking both fingers until they were slick with her saliva. He teased her mouth for a moment before pulling them out with a wet, sharp pop. He dragged his dripping fingers down to her wet pussy, delivering a stinging slap that made her jump.

"Hmm, look at you, already jumping," he rasped. "I can't even imagine what I’m going to do to you later." He rubbed his fingers up and down the length of her cunt—slowly at first, then suddenly driving them inside with incredible speed.

"Oh—AHH~!" she cried out, her muscles clenching, her legs trying to instinctively snap shut. Jake slowed his pace, circling her entrance with his fingertips before driving his fingers deep again, biting hard into her shoulder to stifle her moan.

"Do you like it, beautiful? Uhm? Do you like how I'm touching you while the others watch? You're so turned on; you're definitely enjoying this."

His fingers worked her entrance roughly, sliding in and out, pausing every few seconds to curl into hooks against her sensitive walls. Heeseung moved closer, climbing onto the bed with his cock already in his hand, guiding it toward her lips. "Suck it," he ordered in a low, rough voice. She didn't hesitate, opening her mouth to receive his swollen length. "Ohh... Umh~ that’s it, baby." He held her head firmly in both hands, setting the rhythm. He pulled her back, only to drive himself deeper into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around the sensitive tip. "Do it again, and I’ll blow your mouth apart, I swear. You’re going to feel every bit of me."

It was a threat she decided to take as a challenge. She licked from base to tip, leaving a lingering kiss on the head of his cock, locking eyes with Heeseung as she teased him. She swirled her tongue around his opening, and Heeseung trembled on the mattress, his own fist tightening around the base of his shaft.

"Open wide for me, baby. Breathe through your nose." She obeyed, parting her lips as wide as she could without scraping him with her teeth. Heeseung thrust deep into her throat, forcing a gag reflex, but he didn't let her pull away. He began to pound into her mouth, his movements so rhythmic and forceful that his nose brushed against her chin. "Hmh… ohh~, baby, I'm gonna... ugh~, I'm gonna cum." He continued to thrust, his pace becoming desperate. "You're going to swallow it all for me, right? Because you're a good girl, aren't you?." She nodded, her throat working around his cock, her mouth vibrating with every movement, while Jake’s fingers continued their work inside her, leaving her feeling exquisitely overwhelmed. Heeseung thrust his hips a few more times before he spilled inside her, deep and relentless, emptying himself until the very last drop. He pulled his cock from her mouth, which was left swollen and flushed. He smiled, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Beautiful. You’re so beautiful."

"Get off, Jake" Sunghoon commanded, appearing behind him. Jake huffed, pulling his hand away from her and sliding off the bed. Heeseung retreated as well, stepping back to watch. Sunghoon immediately moved in, his skin hot against hers as he stroked her back, leaving a trail of kisses along her shoulder. "Sit on my face, honey."

"Huh?" she breathed, turning to look at him. Sunghoon was completely naked, his expression dark and hungry. He smiled, showing his fangs, and pressed a brief, possessive kiss to her lips. ""Sit on my face, love. I'm going to eat that pussy now." He lay back against the pillows, gesturing for her to straddle him. She positioned her knees on either side of his head, hovering for a heartbeat. Even before she settled, she could feel his warm breath ghosting over her entrance. He gripped her waist, burying his face against her, his nose brushing rhythmically against her clitoris. She let out a broken moan. Sunghoon parted her, his tongue sweeping from side to side before diving deep inside.

"Ohh... God, Hoon... I-I can't," she gasped, her teeth chattering. He was too close, the friction of his nose and the heat of his tongue driving her wild. She buried her hands in her own hair, tugging at the roots as he caught her clitoris between his lips, pulling at it with rhythmic pressure. "Mmm... ohh..." Jay and Jake approached, taking her hands and guiding them to their cocks.

"Make us feel good, darling," Jay whispered, kissing her lips with that familiar, gentle heat. She moved her hands over her friends' erections, her touch growing desperate as she began to masturbate them. Sunghoon reached up, pinching one of her nipples, while Jake leaned in to lick the other.

"Mmm... ohh~ Fuck, shit... Hoon, I'm going to—AHH!"

Her warning came too late. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave—a fluttering deep in her belly and electric tingles that shot straight to her clitoris. Sunghoon didn't let up, catching every shudder and moan. Her legs pressed against his shoulders, trembling as she melted into him, her body completely surrendering to the sensation. Jake, his eyes locked on the spectacle, released his own hand to stroke himself fiercely, his gaze wild with hunger.

"Open your tight little for me, beautiful." She obeyed, parting her lips and letting her tongue tease the air. The Australian gave one final, forceful pump, letting his semen shoot toward her face. Most of it landed in her mouth, with a few stray drops staining her cheeks. When he was spent, he dragged the head of his cock along her skin, collecting the excess, and pressed the still-laden tip against her lips. "Swallow it all, beautiful."

Sunghoon and Jake pulled back, finally giving her a brief respite. Her head was lost in the clouds, her body trembling, still humming with residual heat. Heeseung, sitting against the headboard, patted her thighs, his cock hard once again.

"Up, baby. Show me how well you can ride me." She crawled toward him, positioning herself over his lap. Heeseung guided his tip to her entrance, leaving the responsibility of the connection to her. "I'm all yours, baby. My cock belongs to you now. Jump on me until I can't take any more."

She lowered herself slowly. The angle stretched her in a way Jay hadn't, and as she sank down, she felt him penetrate her to the hilt. Both of them let out a shuddering sigh. She moved her hips in slow, deliberate circles, adjusting to his size, before beginning a steady up-and-down motion that was pure torture for him. Heeseung watched her, his hands kneading her breasts, licking and biting at her erect nipples, his eyes locked on her face as she surrendered to the movement. "Look at me, baby." She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. Heeseung gripped her wrists, pulling them behind her back, and thrust his hips upward to meet her. "Faster, baby. Harder." She used her knees for momentum, bouncing on him, sliding in and out with a wet, rhythmic squelching sound that filled the room.

"Ohh... hah~ Hee... ugh..." Heeseung released her wrists, gripping her hips instead, and adjusted himself to lie flat against the mattress for a better view. He lifted her hips slightly, never withdrawing, and began to thrust upward—hard, fast, frantic. The sound of her buttocks slapping against his thighs stripped him of his control; the sight of her breasts bouncing frantically hastened his second climax of the night. "Ohh... ohh... baby, I'm going to cum." Pressing his hands into her hips, he pulled her down onto him with a rough, final surge. She screamed as he hit the spot she couldn't hide from. "Hee... AAH! There... right there, Heeseung... please!" He smiled victoriously, having found her sweet spot. He accelerated, thrusting harder, faster, deeper, until his own body began to spasm. He held her tight, his balls hitting her rhythmically as he emptied himself deep inside her. The walls of her canal squeezed him, forcing him to hold her close, gasping against her shoulder as he collapsed. He pulled her down, hugging her against his chest, pressing tender kisses to her damp skin. "Good girl. So good, baby. You sucked me dry." He laughed, his voice ragged with exhaustion, as he continued to pepper her shoulder with kisses.

"Okay, that's enough. I've been waiting to sink into that fucking cunt ever since she floated the idea in the living room," Jake complained, standing at the edge of the bed, his hand already on his cock. "Heeseung, off. Now."

Heeseung laughed and moved her off him, pressing one last kiss to her lips before pulling away. Jake climbed onto the bed, naked and predatory, moving her across the sheets. He gave her ass a light, stinging pat. "Lift that ass for me, gorgeous. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name." She shifted onto her hands and knees, face down, feeling the heat rise to her face and neck. The weight of the position felt heavy, exposing her in a way that made her pulse thunder. The other three were watching, their hands working themselves as they stared. Jake grabbed her hips, staring down at her dripping entrance. "It looks better from this angle, no doubt," he rasped. "And you’re soaked." He slapped her right buttock—hard—making her gasp as a red mark bloomed on her already sensitive skin. "So tell me, how does it feel to have the attention of your four best friends? Huh? You like it. You love it. You're giving yourself to us like a total slut. Friend."

"Shut your mouth, Jake," she choked out, her body burning. He slapped her again, and again, his palm stinging against her flesh until her skin was flushed. "Ask me for it." He positioned his cock right at her entrance, teasing her. "Beg me to put it in. Do it." He leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, his hands tracing the line of her spine.

"Shit, Jake... please. Just do it," she whispered, her hips already arching, seeking him. "I don't understand. What do you want? Hmm?"

"Put your cock in me, Jake. Please... fuck me. Hard. Fast."

"Whatever my little girl wants," he grinned.

He thrust in—rough and sudden—practically piercing her. The impact forced a heart-wrenching scream from her lungs. She buried her head in the pillows for a second, and when she looked up, tears were streaming down her cheeks from the sheer intensity.

"Jake! You're hurting her, you idiot!" Jay shouted, his voice laced with anger, while Heeseung stepped forward as if ready to pull him off.

"Of course I'm not. The little slut is just exaggerating," Jake panted, already beginning to move with frantic, heavy thrusts. "She loves it when I ram it in all the way. Right, my love?"

"Ugh... yes... it's—it's okay... shit... just like that... fuck, Jake... ohh..." She was too dazed by the force of him to speak clearly, her voice breaking with every strike.

"Sunghoon. Put your cock in her mouth so this whore stops crying."

Sunghoon approached, crouching down to her level. He caressed her cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs before kissing her tenderly to stifle the moans escaping her. When he pulled back, he brushed his cock against her cheek with a few light slaps. He smiled as she, on her own, sought him out, taking his throbbing length into her mouth and swallowing him whole.

"Ugh... for your first time, you're doing so well, love." He stroked her hair, visibly turned on by the sight of her working on him while Jake’s cock sank deep inside her from behind. She didn't even need to move her hips; Jake’s brutal thrusts did all the work, forcing her onto Sunghoon with every strike. "Ngh... A-Augh!, J-Jake," she sobbed as his thumb suddenly plunged into her ass, forcing the opening. "Sorry, love, but I can't hold back..." he rasped, massaging her in tight circles before pushing his finger deeper, hooked against her walls.

"Gah...! Mmm... ohh... Jake... m-more... please, more! Ahh!" she moaned shamelessly, her voice echoing through the room. By then, Heeseung and Jay were right beside Sunghoon. Jake, still hammering into her soaking pussy, gathered her hair in his fist and pulled her back until her spine pressed against his chest, continuing the brutal rhythm.

"Look at them, love. Look at them touching themselves while they watch us fuck." Jake smiled darkly, biting her earlobe and sucking on her neck. Jay took her hand, guiding it to himself, and she complied instantly. Heeseung and Sunghoon each claimed a nipple. “Ahh… ohh~ , ohh… God, ohh God..” The girl felt that familiar electric shock again—racing from the base of her neck, down her spine, to her abused cunt. She trembled violently under Jake's grip. "Jake! Jake! Jake!" He pushed her down again, forcing her onto her hands and knees and shoving her head back toward Sunghoon’s cock. "Grab it, you whore. If you could see yourself right now... crying and screaming my name while I tear you apart, mouth busy with one cock and hands with another." He laughed mockingly, slapping her ass over and over. " Ahh~ Ahh… Such a fucking slut. And you love it."

Jake pulled out suddenly, leaned down, and spat on her pussy before slapping her sensitive lips hard. Sunghoon, meanwhile, gripped the back of her neck, trembling as he bit his own lip. He pulled out of her mouth and came across her face, splattering her skin. "Ugh... total slut." He ran his fingers over her face, then shoved them into her mouth so she could taste him completely. "Good girl, baby."

"I'm not finished with you yet, though, gorgeous." Jake hugged her from behind, holding her limp, sweaty body against his chest. He took his aching cock and pressed it against her second entrance. "You're going to have to breathe deep, love. I won't get in if you tense up. Come on, darling... open up for me." As he began to slide into her tight opening, Jake groaned, the pressure almost making him lose his mind. "Ohh... Jake... no, I can't... Jake, no... A-Augh! It hurts..."

Jay moved closer, kissing her lovingly to distract her. He took her hands, letting her dig her nails into his skin as she moaned against his lips. "You can do it, love. You're doing great."

He was almost completely inside her now. She felt stretched, irritated, and overwhelmed. For a moment, neither moved. "Beautiful, I’m going to move now. I need you to scream my name as loud as you can, and I'll come just for you." Jake began to move slowly, carefully, waiting for her to relax. Jay took control, kissing her and kneading her breasts while Heeseung gently caressed her clitoris from below. When the tension finally left her shoulders, Jake began to thrust deeper, faster, harder.

"Hah... Jake... Jake! Ohh!" That was it. Jake finally released inside her, his body spasming. Kissing her shoulder and cheek, he pulled out of her aching body and rubbed his cock against her pussy. "God, Jake, don't do that. I'm right here," Heeseung complained from below, having been tending to her the whole time. "Better get off."

The boy, still breathless from his release, laid her down beside him on the bed, peppering her face with kisses. Heeseung moved to switch places with him, leaning his back against the headboard. "Sunghoon, help her... on top of me." Sunghoon gripped her waist, lifting her to sit on Heeseung's lap. He stayed right behind her, his hard cock pressing firmly against the cleft of her ass. "Love, tell me... do you want to take us both at the same time?" Heeseung looked deep into her eyes, that intense, unyielding stare he got when he wanted something. Sunghoon was behind her, his fingers teasing her weak, slick entrance, which was still dripping with the semen of the previous rounds. "I asked you a question. Answer me." He spoke again, but this time his eyes were filled with desire.

"Yes... I will, Hee... both of you. Yes." Heeseung smiled, kissing her lips before affectionately rubbing his nose against hers.

"Like a total slut. Yes." Sunghoon spat on her back, guiding his cock into her before thrusting home. "Ohh... fuck... it's better than any other cunt I’ve ever touched." Without moving, she felt the tip of Heeseung's cock asking for permission to enter alongside him. She writhed, her body stretching to accommodate the two of them at once. They began to move, trying to find a shared rhythm. As one pushed in, the other withdrew, a relentless cycle. "Umh... hmh... guys... it's a lot. T-too much..." Heeseung kissed her desperately, pulling her back against his chest. "You can do it, like the fucking whore you are. You're taking two at once. Two fucking cocks in your cunt. Fucking whore, that's what you are." Sunghoon threw his head back as he moved, his spit landing on her skin. With each thrust, he tried to sink deeper, the friction of their bodies rubbing together becoming almost unbearable.

"Hoon... don't call her that. She's not a whore. She's our little doll." Heeseung defended her. For him, the dynamic was different; he wanted to tear her body apart, but never her feelings. "Ohh... ohh... God, I'm close, love. I'm close!"

"Do it. Do it on us, baby. And we'll fill you up again." Sunghoon roughly squeezed the back of her neck, spreading her cheeks wide as he watched them slide in and out of her together. Her legs trembled for the countless time that night. She buried her face in Heeseung's shoulder as they continued to pump inside her. Heeseung came first, followed quickly by Sunghoon. They thrust a few more times after climaxing, slowly withdrawing from her. The weight of her body went completely limp against them.

She felt defeated, weak, and utterly spent. She clung awkwardly to Heeseung's sweaty frame while Sunghoon pulled away. "Oh God, look at all that semen spilling out of her," Jake remarked from the side. "You asked for one cock and got four. Plenty of girls would kill to be in your place, love."

"Shut up, Jake," she snapped, her voice raspy. Heeseung stroked her head affectionately. "I can't take any more, guys... please."

"One last thing," Jay interjected, his voice firm. "On your knees. Right here on the floor. Now."

She lifted her head, pouting at Heeseung, who only smiled and kissed her forehead. "This is it, and then we’re done, love."

She nodded, awkwardly shifting from Heeseung's lap and getting off the bed to kneel on the carpet, still breathless. She just needed this to be over. The four boys surrounded her like a wall of heat. Jay, who had orchestrated this final scene, pressed his cock against her swollen, pouting lips. "Suck it. You're the only one who hasn't taken care of me with your mouth yet, love."

"You were literally the first one to fuck her, what are you even talking about?" Jake complained, though he didn't move away. She took Jay’s cock in her hand, licking from the base to the tip, where precum was already oozing. She took him deep into her throat, sucking fast and loud, the heat of her mouth drawing a groan from him. Jay pulled out with a wet pop, immediately guiding the back of her neck toward Jake. Jake groaned as he felt her teeth graze his sensitive skin. "Don't bite me, sweetheart. I know you like having a cock in your mouth, but you don't actually eat it." He laughed, his fingers tangling in her hair as he dictated her movements, forcing her to take all of him. He held her there for a few seconds until she choked, then released her abruptly, watching a silver trail of saliva spill from her lips. "Now for your favorite, love." He pushed her toward Heeseung, who was watching her like a predator watching its prey. She opened her mouth for him, but Heeseung pulled back just out of reach, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh, look at her, Hee. She gets mad if you don't give it to her," Jake laughed, masturbating beside them. "Ask me for it, love. Ask me to give it to you. Go ahead," Heeseung ordered, his eyes boring into hers. She swallowed hard, her thighs slick. She was exhausted, yet her body still hummed with excitement. He waited, tilting his head. "Please, Hee..."

"Please what? I can't hear you. A little while ago you were screaming with two cocks inside you, and now you can't talk?"

"Please, Heeseung... fuck my mouth. Please, I need it. I need you." His expression softened instantly. He brought his cock to her lips, panting. "Good girl. Now, take a deep breath." Obeying his command, she inhaled through her nose just as the hot tip of his penis hit the back of her throat, forcing a gag. He didn't let her recoil, thrusting steadily. Jay and Jake moved in on either side, taking her hands and guiding them to their own lengths. With clumsy, tired movements, she worked both of them while Heeseung dominated her mouth.

"I have an idea. Just leave the tip in, Hee," Sunghoon interjected, eager for his turn. Heeseung complied, leaving only the sensitive head of his cock on her tongue. Sunghoon immediately pressed his own right next to it. "Suck it. Take both at once, like the slut you are." She rolled her eyes, annoyed by his attitude even now, but that was just Sunghoon. She took both of them as best she could, their tips stretching her mouth to its limit. Her cheeks were strained, and saliva dripped down her chin in a messy, wet display of total surrender.

"Take all four, love. Come on," Jake urged, his fingers tangling in her hair.

She pulled the two cocks from her mouth, switching her focus to the other two. Now, she was masturbating Heeseung and Sunghoon with frantic, tired hands. She let go of Sunghoon for a moment to refocus on Jay, taking him all the way down, swirling her tongue around his tip until he gasped. "Ohh... Keep going with the other one, love," Jay panted, his voice breaking. "We're going to come all over your pretty face." She released Jay, opening her mouth for Sunghoon again. Ella worked him from base to tip, over and over, sucking the head while her hand pumped his shaft. "Damn... almost there, almost there," he groaned, pulling back to let her continue with Jake. Jake forced her mouth to close as tightly as possible around him, thrusting his cock into her cheek until a protruding bump formed against her skin. "Fuck, love... ugh. I could stay in here all day. I love you." The visual was enough to make his muscles lock. He finally let her go, stepping back to finish masturbating on his own.

Finally, she was back in front of Heeseung. He stroked her chin, his thumb trailing over her flushed cheeks and swollen, glistening lips. She didn't expect the slap; it wasn't hard, just a sharp, stinging tap. Under the watchful eyes of the other three—all of them on the verge of climax—Heeseung slapped her other cheek, leaving two distinct red marks on her skin.

"You love this, don't you? You're enjoying it so much," he whispered, his eyes dark with adoration and lust. "I love you. Be a good girl and open your mouth for us." She obeyed, parting her lips and sticking out her tongue, waiting. Jay was the first. He pumped his cock, ejaculating across her face until he was spent. He let her suck the tip one last time before pulling away, making room for Jake and Sunghoon. Both stood on either side of her, spilling their essence over her skin, aiming everywhere but her mouth. When they finished, they both slapped their heavy, wet lengths against her sticky cheeks. Heeseung finished the cycle. He gave his cock one last, desperate stroke before unloading onto her lips, shoving his length deep into her throat one final time as he came. He pulled out slowly, his body sagging with total exhaustion.

A few minutes passed where the only sound in the room was their ragged, synchronized breathing. As the pleasure slowly faded, a heavy sense of shame began to settle in. She ran a hand over her face, trying to wipe away the stickiness that adorned it; one eye stung, and her throat felt like sandpaper. She didn't dare get up, staring at the floor, focusing on the carpet patterns to keep from dying of embarrassment.

Heeseung was the first to move. He took her gently by the waist, carrying her to the bathroom. He turned on the tap, waiting for the water to warm. As he stroked her hair—damp with sweat and fluids—she avoided his gaze, and he didn't force it. He understood the shift; the ecstasy had worn off, and reality had set in.

Once the tub was full, he helped her clean herself, running a sponge soaked in vanilla-scented soap over her aching body. When he reached her lower half, she snapped back to awareness, reflexively closing her legs. She took the sponge from him, rubbing the area herself, her face contorting. It hurt—a dull, throbbing heat. While she worked slowly, Heeseung washed her hair with his coconut shampoo, massaging her scalp. He watched as she closed her eyes and melted into the gesture. He loved taking care of her, even if he wasn't ready to admit how fast it made his heart race.

When he finished, he left her to finish in private, leaving a T-shirt and a pair of his athletic shorts for her. Back in the room, he found Sunghoon and Jake sprawled out, already fast asleep, while Jay sat on the small sofa, dressed in his pants.

"She´s okay?" Jay asked. Heeseung nodded. "God, get dressed. I don't want to see your dick right now—or theirs." Heeseung chuckled, pulling on some clothes.

Ten minutes later, she appeared, swallowed by her friend's oversized clothes, drying her hair with a towel. Clean now, the marks on her thighs and neck were impossible to miss. She realized Heeseung and Jay were staring and felt a wave of panic.

"Okay, stop staring at me. Or I'm going to cry," she complained, pouting. They both laughed; she looked adorable. Jay disappeared into the bathroom, leaving them alone. "Come on, I'll help you," Heeseung offered with a sweet smile. She sat on the sofa, and he positioned himself behind her to dry her hair. "Everything alright? Was there... anything you didn't like? I mean, Jake and Sunghoon were pretty rough... don't take them seriously, they say that stuff to everyone."

"It's fine, Hee. Don't worry." She sighed. "I'm so tired. Even my eye hurts. Look, it's red." He leaned in to check. It was indeed bloodshot. He suspected someone’s aim had been a bit too true during that last round, but he wasn't going to remind her of that now. "I need to sleep for two days straight, I swear."

He began brushing her hair gently. "Hey... would it be weird if I asked for a kiss now? I mean, a real one... don't get me wrong—" She smiled, amused. She loved seeing him nervous. She nodded and leaned in, meeting his lips in an awkward, soft kiss. Heeseung sighed into it, taking her chin to deepen the kiss, making it gentle and full of an affection that had been missing in the chaos. When they broke apart, he peppered her face with kisses—her cheeks, her forehead.

"Hee, stop," she laughed softly, "or we'll start a new round, and believe me, I'm completely out of energy." Heeseung chuckled, nodding as he pulled her close to just hold her.

The next morning, she woke up in Heeseung’s bed, his arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her so tightly it was as if he feared she might disappear. They were the only two left in the room. She tried to sit up, but his grip on her waist only tightened. "Hee, wake up," she whispered, her voice raspy. She had to clear her throat and gently shake his shoulder to pull him from sleep. "Are you awake yet?"

"Good morning, beautiful," he rasped, his voice thick with sleep. She felt her cheeks burn a bright pink. He stared at her with an intensity that made her heart skip—as if something had permanently clicked in his mind. He only snapped out of it when she tried to stand and stumbled backward with a sharp groan.

"Uh... Ouch!" she cried out, clutching her lower abdomen. Heeseung was on his feet in a second, eyes wide. "Damn it, are you okay? What hurts? Did we... did we hurt you? I swear, if we did, I’ll go and cut their dicks off right now."

She laughed despite the pain, shaking her head. "I'm fine. I mean, yes, it hurts, but it's not life or death. I just really need to pee. Urgently." She scrambled toward the bathroom, but Heeseung wasn't convinced—especially when he spotted a small bloodstain on the sheets and more evidence in the bathroom trash. He decided to keep it to himself for now; he didn't want to embarrass her in front of the others.

Jay cooked lunch for the group. They all sat together in the dining room, the atmosphere a strange mix of domesticity and lingering tension. "Slow down... you're going to choke," Jake teased, watching her eat with a desperate energy. "Shut up. I'm obviously starving," she snapped, a piece of meat still in her mouth as she glared at him. "So... how are you feeling?" Jake asked, leaning in.

"Holy crap! Could you... just stop asking me? Please."

"We're just worried about you, darling," Jay said smoothly, placing a fresh piece of steak on her plate with a smile. "I'm fine, guys. Really."

"Exactly. You don't have to be embarrassed; we're your friends, after all," Jake said, patting her head. "Well, the concept of 'friendship' has escalated quite a bit, hasn't it?" she muttered, rolling her eyes. Sunghoon held out a piece of vegetable with his chopsticks, offering it to her. She shook her head. "I have my own, thanks."

"Eat," Sunghoon commanded, moving the chopsticks closer. "Last night you were all excited; don’t start acting delicate now."

"Hoon, leave her alone," Heeseung scolded. She sighed and took the bite. "Ah! I just remembered," Jake murmured, lowering his voice. "I didn't... hurt you, did I? I mean, you know. Back there." She choked on her water, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Everything’s fine. Just... a little pain. I hope it goes away soon because I’m trying really hard to stay seated right now."

Jake laughed, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Sooooo sorry. I got carried away. But at least tell me you liked it. Come on, tell me. Please." She hesitated for a second, tapping her chin as if deep in thought. "It was awful. I'm never letting it happen again."

Jake looked genuinely wounded, his face contorting with mock offense while the other three roared with laughter. "You're such a liar. Do I really have to remind you how you were screaming my name? 'Stick your dick in me, Jake, please, fuck me,'" he mocked, pitch-shifting his voice to an exaggerated, breathy tone.

He immediately received a punch to the chest. Annoyed and blushing, she turned to Heeseung for help. "Hee! Jake's bothering me. Say something to him!"

"Jake, bother her again and I'll cut your dick off, I swear. The knife is right here," Heeseung scoffed, gesturing toward the kitchen counter. "Party pooper. Fine, I'll shut up," Jake muttered, though he was still grinning.

"What's going on with you two, anyway? You're being all lovey-dovey," Sunghoon pointed out, leaning back. "Heeseung literally kicked us all out of his room so he could sleep alone with you. And now you're asking him to defend you? Please. Last night it was all, 'Please, Heeseung, fuck my mouth with your cock—'"

"Okay! That’s it. I’m leaving," she snapped, standing up and ready to grab her things. "I hate you all. Don't ever speak to me again." But before she could take a step, Heeseung’s hands caught her wrists, pulling her back into a firm hug. She let out a huff but buried her face in his chest anyway. "Shut your mouths or I’ll hit you," Heeseung warned the others. "And no, we're not 'in love.' It’s called being considerate, Sunghoon. You should try it sometime."

After the drama settled, the others finally headed to their respective homes. Jay offered to drive her, but she refused, choosing to stay a little longer. Heeseung was at the sink washing the dishes when he felt her arms wrap around his waist from behind. He stopped, drying his hands to turn around and cup her face. He gave her a quick, sweet kiss. "Hee..." she murmured. "Tell me, baby."

"You're the best. I just wanted to tell you... thanks for taking care of me. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome, baby," he chuckled softly, his thumb stroking her cheek. "It's the least I could do after everything we did. Besides, I love you. You're my best friend... I'd be an idiot if I wasn't kind to you."

"Uhm, yeah... best friends..." She looked at him intently, her brow furrowing. "Why do I feel different with you? I mean, I don't know... this feels... ugh. Never mind. Forget it."

He smiled, tilting her chin up to kiss her again—this time faster, with more hunger and a depth of feeling that hadn't been there before. "Fuck it," he whispered against her lips. "You can't be just my 'best friend' again after this. I mean, I had my cock in your pussy and your throat. There’s nothing friendly about that." She punched his chest again, though there was no force behind it. "Heeseung! Don't remind me!"

"New round? Just you and me?" he teased with a mischievous grin. "No. My ass hurts. Literally."

He laughed, kissing her cheeks and pulling her back into a protective hug. That night, they stayed alone in the apartment, simply sharing the silence and each other's presence. There were no ulterior motives, just the occasional passionate kiss. They had both realized that the attraction was much more than a one-night stand—it was real. But they were still too dazed to confront it.

That would be a problem for another day.

AAAH I finally published it! I hope you liked it. It's the first time I've written something like this, and so long, to be honest, hehe. Your requests, ideas, questions (or anything else) are welcome.

...it's our paradise and it's our war zone...

⤷ pairing: ni-ki x fem!reader

⤷ warming: +18 content. mature themes. explicit language. sexual content. emotional tension. jealousy. arguments. suggestive scenes.

synopsis: in the middle of a relationship argument between you and your boyfriend caused by your jealousy, ni-ki pulls you into a kiss that quickly turns into a pillow talk conversation, and the two of you work things out during a cold, rainy night beneath warm sheets.

kat's note: another fanfic involving music… maybe this is my true personality. i feel like i write really well when it comes to taking inspiration from music. anyway, enjoy reading, everyone.

Another argument intensified between you and your boyfriend, once again fueled by your jealousy after you brought up a girl from the dance studio where he worked as an instructor, and that alone was enough to trigger a fight.

“Riki, don’t try to downplay this. You get jealous too! Why can’t I point ou—”

“Because in my case, I could see those guys had intentions with you.” He sighed. “Come on, baby?! I already told you, that’s just work, okay?”

“Just work? The way she smiles at you, the way she looks at you, and the way you touch her?”

That last sentence made Nishimura turn to face you the exact moment the full thing reached his ears.

The Japanese man was tall, carried an overwhelming presence, and you knew very well how easily intimidated you became with just one look from him.

“What the hell did you just say?”

He started walking toward you with firm steps, trying to appear unreadable, while you stayed rooted in place.

“Exactly what you heard.”

Riki let out a breathy laugh and quickened his short steps until his hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“Say it again while looking at me.”

Your eyes met the sharp gaze of Nishimura Riki, making your poor, frustrated heart race with excitement.

You knew just how serious Riki could be, but you wouldn’t admit that maybe you had crossed the line — after all, you found the way he carried himself during arguments attractive.

Every argument always ended somewhere different; sometimes you wouldn’t even sleep, and other times you would just talk and each go to sleep in your respective homes.

But today felt different. The atmosphere felt different.

“I…”

You started, but froze.

Riki tightened his grip on your waist and leaned his face closer to yours, making you catch his scent, his cinnamon-laced breath mixed with the nicotine from his cigarette.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

With his free hand, Riki lifted your chin, stopping you from looking away or lowering your head.

“Repeat it while looking at me.”

He repeated himself, and you felt a strong shiver travel through every part of your body, forcing you to grip your boyfriend’s strong arm.

That situation had the potential to escalate into something suggestive, and maybe playing his game wouldn’t be a total waste of time.

“…the way you touch her. I don’t like that, Nishimura.”

“The way I touch her, hm?” he chuckled softly. “And how do I touch her? Like this?”

He slid the hand that had been on your waist down to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, making you gasp in surprise.

“Or like this?”

With the hand that had been holding your chin, Riki guided it to your breast, covered only by a thin sweater that barely needed a bra underneath.

And then he squeezed and massaged it.

Without taking his eyes off you.

“Riki…”

“Shh. I’m not done yet,” he whispered in your ear, his low, rough voice making you melt. “Do I touch her like this… by any chance?”

And finally, he pulled you back against his body and, with controlled roughness, pressed his lips against yours in the kiss you were hopelessly addicted to.

Those full, soft lips claimed yours as if he were trying to prove something.

And maybe he was.

Riki started letting his hands wander over your torso until he reached your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and placing you on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Can you feel my hard cock?”

The moment he broke the kiss to say that, you could feel the growing bulge getting harder the longer the situation dragged on.

“What the fuck, Nishimura… I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Oh, you didn’t?” he teased. “Don’t you want to settle this a different way, hm? Aren’t you the one who says breaking routine is a good thing?!”

Feeling cornered, you stopped resisting. You wanted to lose your head.

After all, Riki was there with you on his lap, hard because of you, trying to keep himself under control in the middle of that stupid jealousy-fueled argument.

There was no reason to resist or play games.

You both hated games.

“Just fuck me already, Riki.”

A sly smile spread across the Japanese man’s swollen lips and, without wasting any time, he took you to his bedroom.

It was cozy, incredibly cozy, and the steady mid-autumn rain outside only made everything better.

You felt the softness of your boyfriend’s bed — the one you loved so much — and soon felt Nishimura’s attractive body hovering over yours with an overwhelming sense of possession.

“You know, baby?” he murmured. “You stressed me out a little, but you’re way too damn hot, and somehow you’re still attractive even when you’re being unbearable. So…” he let out a quiet chuckle. “I promise to fuck you in a torturously slow way. It's our paradise and it's our war zone.”

That being said, Riki went back to capturing your lips in a more heated kiss despite the cold. He wore a white short-sleeved shirt and black sweatpants that made it very obvious just how much he needed you.

You had irritated him, but he loved you and desired you far too much to simply stay mad.

“Fucking gorgeous… I feel like fucking you every time you have a jealous outburst,” he murmured between kisses as he moved down to your neck. “You know why? Because it only motivates me to show you how you’re the only girl I want in this whole fucking world and the only one who makes me feel sick from wanting you so badly.”

You felt your panties grow damp.

Riki’s voice—so low, so husky, and so close to your ear—was truly torture.

You let out a soft moan when he left a hickey on a spot of your neck, quickly making you place your hands on his shoulders in search of some kind of anchor.

You wanted him to kiss you, mark you, thrust into you slow, deep, and fast when you were close to coming—that was what ran through your mind. Just as filthy as your boyfriend’s mouth.

Riki wasted no time pulling up the fabric of your thin shirt and taking your breasts into his mouth as if he needed it to survive.

And his hand didn’t stay still.

He traced a short path until he reached the waistband of your shorts and, without stopping his attention to your chest, got rid of the piece of clothing, leaving you only in your gray panties.

“Do I touch her like this?” he suddenly said, massaging your soaked cunt over the thin fabric, the dampness becoming visible.

“Ahn… Riki… please…”

“Please? Why are you asking like that? Want my fingers inside you, hm?”

“Y-yes… I do! Please…”

Riki smiled and sat facing you on the mattress, lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder.

“Asking like that, I wouldn’t dare refuse.”

He moved the fabric of your panties aside, revealing your glistening intimacy, shining with uncontrollable arousal.

You wanted Ni-ki’s fingers inside you. No matter how many— you just wanted to feel them.

And he didn’t waste any time.

Slowly, Riki pushed two fingers inside you, coating them as they slid in. You moaned loudly at the sensation and spread your leg wider to give him more access.

“So sensitive. So wet. Is all of this because of me, hm? We’ve fucked so many times, darling, so why do you still get like this, hm?”

“I-I don’t kno— hmm…”

Your words were cut off by the way Riki moved his fingers.

He knew exactly how to touch you, the rhythm, and when you were enjoying it far too much — your teary eyes were always confirmation enough for the boy.

“Shh. Just enjoy it, hm? You’ve been too stressed today because of some stupid girl. Let your boyfriend show you who he really loves.”

And within just a few minutes, you had become a teary, trembling mess from nothing but the boy’s fingers. He wasn’t going to let you finish, but he realized you were at your limit when you ended up lightly squirting over his fingers.

That’s when he noticed just how needy you were.

“Oh my God, y/n. I’m actually scared of you, you know? You’re so wet it’s like a river.” he let out a husky laugh afterward.

“I can’t take it anymore, Ni-ki…”

“You have to, baby. That was only the beginning. I’ll be a good boy and let you choose. Do you want me to go down on you or do you want me inside you? Tell me."

Regardless of your choice, you were fully aware of how good things would be from now on.

But you wouldn’t lie — you really wanted your boyfriend fucking you like that. You knew he was somewhat stressed and wanted him to take it out on you.

“I want your cock inside me. Fuck me, please…”

“You’re so needy. Still think it’s worth losing your head over silly jealousy?”

Before you could answer, Riki slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his own lips in an extremely erotic scene.

He lowered your leg just enough to take off his sweatpants and pull down his boxers, revealing his hard, rigid length, showing just how much he needed you too.

Nishimura brought one of his hands to his own cock and slowly stroked himself while looking directly at you.

“Look at me, kitten. Imagine taking me like this, ah…”

He bit his lower lip and stopped touching himself to place both of your legs over each side of his shoulders in a position you knew very well Riki only used when he truly wanted to torture you.

“This position right from the start?”

“What? Don’t like it? I remember perfectly well you crying from pleasure last time.”

“I-I do, but… I’m so sensitive… I don’t want to be loud, Riki! Your neighbors complained last time.”

Riki let out a deep laugh and took the chance to line himself up with your entrance, penetrating you with the kind of slowness that made your eyes roll back and drew out an instant moan from you.

Exactly like it was happening now.

He could feel how warm you were as his cock grew wetter the deeper he slid inside you. He wanted to go deep. Wanted to bury himself inside you.

“I want all the neighbors to go fuck themselves while I fuck you real good right now.”

With his cock fully inside you, Riki held onto your thighs and started a gentle session of thrusts.

Slow. Unhurried.

This was dangerous.

You moaned as he pulled out and slid back into you, feeling your wetness grow with every movement.

“It feels so fucking good…” you breathed out between moans, closing your eyes and sinking your head into the pillow.

“It feels good, hm? Like being fucked slowly? This is so delicious.”

The rain outside grew heavier, the droplets hitting the window and creating an even cozier atmosphere.

He sped up his movements, though still keeping that slow, torturous rhythm. Riki knew how needy you were and how badly you wanted him to fuck you hard.

But he wasn’t going to let something this good end in minutes.

“You thought I was pissed, didn’t you? Thought I was gonna be rough,” he laughed. “No. You deserve to be fucked slowly so you can feel me inside you — a reminder that I’d never touch another woman with second intentions.”

A deeper thrust pulled a loud moan from you.

“I just want to touch you, damn it. I just want you. I just need your fucking love.”

Another deep thrust.

And another.

And another.

“Ni-ki… aww…”

Soon, he shifted positions, spreading your legs and leaning over you, his hips meeting your pelvis in deeper thrusts — still not fast, but strong.

The moans grew louder as the motion repeated itself. You could probably both come from this alone.

“Ride me for a bit, hm?”

Breathing heavily, you shifted on the bed as soon as he pulled out of you, and now your positions were reversed.

Riki was underneath.

You carefully settled yourself over his cock, quickly feeling full again, the sensation bringing instant relief.

As soon as you started riding him, Riki kept his eyes locked on you, admiring just how unbelievably beautiful you looked in that moment.

Unable to keep still, he pulled your shirt off in one swift motion, leaving your breasts bouncing freely with every movement you made — and of course, he wouldn’t miss the chance to start sucking on one of them, making you moan louder.

Your hands moved to Riki’s soft hair, fingers tangling in the short strands to steady yourself.

With you setting your own pace, everything became even more intense for both of you, especially with nothing but your underwear tossed aside — one of Riki’s particular turn-ons.

He slid a hand up to your neck, squeezing lightly.

“You like riding, don’t you? Want me to help you go faster?”

“U-uhm…”

Riki let out a laugh against your ear before unexpectedly giving your cheek a quick slap, then reaching for your hair.

“You unbearable brat. You lose your mind over jealousy and then ride my cock like the world’s ending,” he clicked his tongue three times. “Go ahead. My cock’s your best friend right now.”

Seeing you were already starting to lose strength, Nishimura held onto you firmly and began thrusting up into you this time, moving at the speed you’d wanted from the beginning.

Not caring about the neighbors anymore, you let the moans spill out freely.

​"You motherfucker!" you gasped, nearly screaming as the orgasm crashed over you. Riki didn't show any sign of stopping. "I’m so spent..."

​"Spent, swollen, aching. That just makes me want to fuck you more, damn it, Y/N..."

Riki switched positions, and as if the situation couldn’t get any worse (or better), you were now on all fours. Your boyfriend gripped your waist, thrusting into you with such intensity it made you want to cry.

​Between moans, as you begged him to go harder, you were also thanking God. Yes—God.

​It was a profane scene, yet a necessary one. You thanked God for having a boyfriend like Nishimura Riki; you thanked Him for the fact that he loved you just as much as you loved him.

​Meanwhile, Riki slapped your backside, squeezing firmly immediately after. The view before him was beautiful; he could tattoo the image of you on all fours into his mind in every possible context. It was the best sight he could ask for after an argument.

​"I’m going to come... let me come in your mouth..."

​As soon as his voice reached your ears—sounding just as needy and demanding as you felt—you smiled, biting your lower lip and nodding as you looked at him over your shoulder.

​That was the breaking point for him.

​With a few more deep thrusts and dirty words, Riki pulled out of you. Your body felt wet and swollen as he guided himself to your mouth. You took him in eagerly, the suction drawing dragged-out groans from Riki until he finally filled your mouth. The white heat of him came in such a rush that a little escaped from the corner of your lips.

​He pulled back once you swallowed everything, firmly cupping your face to bring his close to yours.

​"Don't you ever say again that I touch or would ever touch another woman. Because I would never do this with anyone else, even if you broke up with me right now."

​You stared at him, eyes brimming with tears, and nodded without looking away.

Today’s thoughts: just a collection of my very explicit thoughts on the Enhypen members; general game, aftercare, favourite positions… 👀 not sorted haha.

content warnings: smut, explicit!language, explicit!content, oral, overstimulation, masturbation

Probably part 1 out of …?

Pairing: popular!ni-ki x popular!fem!reader Genre: oneshot, smut MDNI, fuck buddies, college!au Synospsis: You two like to party in Calabasas and fuck like there’s no tomorrow, but on campus you both are strangers. Young wild and free, why overthinking when you can just have fun, right? No string attached…right? Warnings: unprotected!sex, swearing, drugs, alcohol, spanking (I know he’s into that), oral (m!rec), handjob, backshots, cowgirl (ride till you die), facial, chocking WC: 5k Note: Our boy Ni-ki visibly won for this poll 🥳 pls look forward to the others I have in stock!!! (Some might be longer than others)

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, touching, kissing, slight aggression, spitting, f*ngering, begging, dirty talk, missionary, c*ming, crying, satisfied reader, satisfied niki.

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.

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 know 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.

“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 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. Pulling back just enough, “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. “Shit…” 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 Ni-ki, he gives you a wink, poking his 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 cunt 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 good.” Whispering up at him, while batting your eyelashes. “Yeah?” He confirmed, as he slowly slide 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, dildo’s, 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 simulation, 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.

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 an award, stomach overflowing with butterflies. “Aishh, so f*cking wet—your p*ssy feels so good babe...” You could feel the vibration of his groans through your hand that had now wondered against his neck. Feeling his throat bob against your palm, he returns the same energy, lifting his hand to now place it around your neck. 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 around you.

Broken moans reached the ceiling as he body rolled and whined his toned, slim frame against 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—um 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, breathing in and out as you could feel his heart beating against yours, which caused you to tear up. “Baby? Did I do something wrong?” “What’s the matter?” He immediately rises, shimming over to lay by your side. “Uh—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 pulling up his boxers, and putting on 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…” 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.”

“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)

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