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i don't like to accuse people of this but make it to the morning reads very AI....
thats fair. english isn’t my first language, so i do use a translator for some parts and a dictionary when i want better wording. the story itself is still written by me tho so if it sounds polished, blame that not ai
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𝓗old up let me get 𝓨ou right, its how I 𝓐pologize
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝓨ou storm into 𝓡iki's studio at 2 AM, you 𝓐rgue with him and try to leave. But he drags you back and fucks you stupid, 𝓑ecause its his way of 𝓐pologizing.
愛— 𝓡iki ✘ 𝓡eader
ᵎ!ᵎ 𝓡ough sex, oral, fingering, 𝓣easing, orgasm denial, dirty talk, 𝓣oxic (kinda) relationship, 𝓡iki is a jerk (lowk), but 𝓨ou are exactly where you 𝓦anna be ;). Lmk if i missed anything
The bass is the first thing you feel.
It thuds through the floor and up your calves before you even push the door open. The hallway smells like old coffee and whatever expensive cologne riki's been wearing lately, the one he thinks makes him look older than twenty.
The studio door is unlocked. Of course it is. He never locks it when he's deep in it. Too distracted.
You step inside and the bass wraps around your ribs.
Riki's got his back to you, hunched over the mixing board like it owes him money. Headphones slouched around his neck, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His fingers moving slow over the faders, tweaking something you can't hear over the low end rumble.
The screen glows blue against his jaw. He looks tired. Good tired, like he's been fighting something and winning.
You drop your bag by the door loud enough to announce yourself.
He doesn't turn.
"Babe"
Nothing.
"Riki"
He tilts his head, still not looking "Heard you the first time"
"Then why didn't you say something?"
"Was seeing if you'd leave”
You cross the room and smack the back of his head. Light. Playful. But pointed.
He finally swivels in his chair, one brow raised "That's how we're starting?"
"That's how we're starting when you've been MIA for four days"
"Three"
"Don't correct me"
He smirks and leans back, stretching his arms overhead. His hoodie rides up just enough to show a strip of stomach. That fucking tattoo by his hip. He knows what he's doing.
"I been working" he says, like that explains everything.
"You've been hiding"
"Same thing"
You plant your hands on your hips. The monitor behind him is showing waveforms you don't understand, but you know the energy in this room. You've been here before. The obsessive late nights. The way he forgets to text back. The way he forgets you exist when a track has its claws in him.
"I miss you, jackass" The words come out sharper than you meant "Is that what you wanted to hear? I fucking miss you and Im tired of sleeping alone and Im tired of eating dinner by myself like Im not even in a relationship”
He doesn't flinch. Just watches you with those half lidded eyes, lips parted like he's tasting your frustration.
"So come sit" he says, patting his thigh.
"No"
"Baby"
"Don't 'baby' me riki. You think you can disappear for half a week and then pat your leg and I'll just—"
"Three days"
"I WILL hit you again"
He laughs. Low and slow. It's not a nice laugh. It's the kind of laugh that says he knows exactly how this ends.
"You done?" he asks.
"No, actually. You're supposed to feel bad right now. That's how this works. I show up, I guilt trip you, you apologize, we go home and order takeout and you fall asleep on my chest while I play with ur hair. That's the routine”
"Sounds boring”
"Good. Maybe boring is what you need then"
He stands up.
He's got couple good inches on you and he uses every single one of them, looking down at you with something that's not quite anger. Something hungrier.
"You came all the way here" he says slowly "in the middle of the night, to yell at me about missing you"
"Yes"
"In my studio"
"Yes”
"In my space”
"You don't —"
He grabs your chin. Gentle enough not to hurt. Firm enough to shut you up.
"In my space," he repeats, thumb dragging over your bottom lip "talking all that shit”
You swallow. Your heart's doing something stupid in your chest.
"I mean it" you whisper, but it comes out weaker than you want.
"I know you do" He tilts your head side to side like he's examining you. "That's what's cute. You always mean it. You always think you're gonna come in here and put me in my place”
"Because someone has to"
"Mhm" He drops his hand and steps back. "You should go"
It hits like a slap.
"What?"
"You heard me" He turns back to the board, reaching for his headphones. "I got work. You got feelings. We're not lining up tonight"
You stare at the back of his head. The absolute audacity.
"Are you fucking serious right now?"
"As a heart attack, sweetheart"
"Don't call me that"
"Then leave"
You don't move.
He glances over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised "That wasn't a suggestion"
"Make me"
The room goes quiet. Even the bass seems to hold its breath.
Riki sets his headphones down very carefully. Turns around. Crosses his arms over his chest.
"You want me to make you leave?"
"I want you to act like you give a single shit that your girlfriend drove forty minutes in the rain to see you"
"It's not raining”
"FIGURE OF SPEECH"
He tilts his head. Studies you. You can see him thinking, see the gears turning behind those dark eyes.
Then he sighs, long and heavy, and runs a hand through his hair.
"Come here"
"No"
"Baby"
"Stop"
"I'm not gonna say it again"
"Fuck it then don't”
He crosses the room in three strides.
You don't flinch. You dig your heels in and lift your chin and stare him dead in the eye because you are not the kind of girl who backs down. Not from anyone. Especially not from him.
He stops inches away. You can smell the coffee on his breath, the woody colonge on his hoodie, something underneath that's just him.
"You're so annoying" he says quietly.
"You're so avoidant"
"I'm working"
"You're hiding"
"I'm producing"
"Same thing"
He laughs at that, a real laugh, surprised out of him, and something in his face shifts. Softens. Cracks open just enough for you to see the boy underneath.
"I missed you too" he admits, barely above a whisper. "Okay? I just... when I'm in here, I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to come back"
"Then let me pull you out"
His jaw tightens. His eyes drop to your mouth.
"If I touch you right now" he says slowly "I'm not gonna be nice about it"
"I didn't ask you to be nice"
"You always say that"
"Because I always mean it"
He stares at you for one more second. Two. Three.
Then his hand is in your hair and his mouth is on yours and it's not gentle. It's not even soft. It's hungry and demanding and exactly what you wanted when you got in your car two hours ago.
You kiss him back just as hard, grabbing fistfuls of his hoodie, pulling him closer. He tastes like energy drinks and cigarettes. His other hand finds your waist and squeezes hard enough to bruise.
You moan into his mouth.
He pulls back.
Just... stops. Lets you chase his lips for half a second before leaning away.
"Uh uh, pretty" he says, thumb pressing against your lower lip "You wanted my attention, right? You got it. But we're doing this my way”
"Your way?"
"My way" He backs you toward the leather couch against the wall "You came in here talking crazy. You don't get to run the show anymore, love"
"I wasn't—"
He pushes you. Not hard. Just enough that your knees hit the couch and you fall back onto it, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"Yeah you were" He looms over you, pulling his hoodie off in one smooth motion. The tank top underneath rides up. You can see the lines of his torso, the way his muscles shift when he moves "You always try to run the show. It's cute. But it's my turn now"
You prop yourself up on your elbows "Make it interesting then”
His eyes darken.
"I intend to"
He drops to his knees in front of the couch. Between your legs. His hands slide up your thighs, pushing your skirt up as he goes.
"These are new" he says, fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. Lace. Black. The ones you bought last week specifically because you knew he'd see them eventually.
"You like them?"
"I like taking them off you"
He does. Slow. Dragging them down your legs inch by inch, letting the anticipation build. You're already wet. Well…. You've been wet since he grabbed your chin.
He sees it. Of course he sees it. His smirk is insufferable.
"All that attitude" he murmurs, tossing your underwear somewhere behind him "and you're this ready for me? Pathetic"
"Shut up"
"Make me"
He doesn't wait for an answer. His mouth is on you before you can breathe, tongue flat against your clit, and your head falls back against the couch.
"Fuck—"
He hums against you, and the vibration makes your hips jerk. He holds you down with one arm thrown across your pelvis, the other hand pressing into your inner thigh to keep you open for him.
He's good at this. Too good. He knows exactly where to put his mouth, exactly how much pressure to use, exactly when to pull back and make you whine.
And he does pull back. Right when you're close. Right when your fingers are twisted in his hair and your thighs are shaking.
He looks up at you, mouth slick, eyes dark.
"Say you missed me”
"I— what?"
"Say you missed me. Say you came all the way here in the middle of the night because you couldn't sleep without me"
"That's— that's literally what I—"
"Say it”
You grit your teeth "I missed you, you absolute dick”
"Again"
"I missed you"
"Again"
"RIKI"
He grins and puts his mouth back on you.
You cum in under a minute. It rips through you without warning, your whole body arching off the couch, a sound tearing out of your throat that you've never made before. He works you through it, tongue gentler now, coaxing every last drop of pleasure out of you until you're pushing at his head because it's too much.
He sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"One" he says.
"One what?"
"How many you getting tonight. That was just the warmup, baby"
You're still panting "You're insane”
"You're still talking back" He stands up, unbuckling his belt "Guess I didn't do a good enough job"
The belt hits the floor. Then his jeans. Then his boxers.
He's hard. Thick. Precum smeared at the tip.
"See something you want?" he asks, stroking himself slow.
"You know I do"
"Then come get it”
You sit up. Slide off the couch. Kneel in front of him without him having to ask.
He watches you with heavy lidded eyes as you take him in your hand, as you lean forward and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock. His breath hitches. His hand finds the back of your head.
He murmurs "That's my fucking girl"
You take him deeper. Hollow your cheeks. Let him feel your throat contract around him.
"Fuck—" His grip tightens in your hair "Just like that. Don't stop"
You don't. You work him with your mouth and your hand, alternating between deep and shallow, fast and slow, driving him crazy in all the ways you know he likes.
But he pulls you off before he finishes. Before you can get him there.
He hauls you to your feet and spins you around, bending you over the arm of the couch. His chest presses against your back, his mouth at your ear.
"You think you can come in here" he says, lining himself up "yell at me, threaten me, tell me I'm a bad boyfriend—"
"I didn't say —"
"And then expect me to be gentle?"
He pushes in.
You both groan. He's thick and he's deep and he doesn't give you time to adjust. He sets a pace immediately, hard, punishing, exactly like he promised.
"Riki—"
"You wanted my attention" His hand comes around to grip your jaw, forcing your head back against his shoulder "You got it. Now take it"
You do. You take every thrust, every snap of his hips, every time he hits that spot inside you that makes your vision go white.
"You feel so good" he grits out "Always so tight. Like you were made for me"
"Shut up—"
"No you shut up" He speeds up "You wanted to fight? We're fighting. But I'm winning"
He reaches around and finds your clit with his fingers, rubbing tight circles that have you keening.
"Let me hear you. Let the whole building hear you."
You're close again. So close. Your nails dig into the couch cushion.
"Say my name" he demands.
"Riki—"
"Louder"
"Fuck—Riki—"
You cum undone around him, clenching so hard he groans and slams into you a few more times before pulling out and finishing on your lower back, stripes of heat that make you shiver.
For a moment, neither of you moves.
Then he slumps forward, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, breath hot against your skin.
"So" he says after a long minute, voice wrecked "You still mad at me?"
You laugh, breathless, shaky, real.
"Give me five minutes and I'll find something else to be mad about"
He huffs a laugh against your back "That's my girl"
—
Later.
You're on the couch, tucked under his arm, his hoodie thrown over your bare legs. The bass is still playing, some loop he's been working on, but lower now. Softer.
Your head is on his chest. His heartbeat is steady under your ear.
"You should come home tonight" you say quietly.
"I know”
"I mean it. Not just tonight. Every night. Im tired of sleeping alone”
He's quiet for a moment. Then he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
"I'll try"
"That's not good enough"
"It's gonna have to be"
You poke his ribs. He squirms.
"I'm serious, Riki"
"So am I" He pulls you closer "But Im also serious about you. So... I'll try harder, okay?"
You look up at him. His face is soft in the blue light of the monitor. No sharp edges. No armor.
"Okay" you whisper.
He smiles, small, real, just for you.
"You wanna stay?" he asks "Watch me work? I'll order food”
"In your crusty studio?"
"It's not crusty"
"It is”
"It's vintage crusty"
You laugh and bury your face in his chest.
"Yeah" you say "I'll stay"
He holds you tighter.
Outside, the sky is starting to lighten. You've got hours until morning.
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synopsis: You've been hooking up with both heeseung and riki separately for months, but when you let a stranger flirt with you at a party just to feel their eyes on you, they decide they're done sharing, done asking, done letting you walk away.
pairings: heeki✘f!reader
warnings: threesome, post party, smut, friends with benefits, blow jobs, unprotected sex, storage closet sex, possessive behavior, hair pulling, oral, pet names, overstimulation, fingering, light choking, swallowing. lmk if i missed any lol
a/n: i saw THIS edit and the thoughts started hitting me instantly, so obviously i had to write this lmao
You knew you were playing with fire the moment you agreed to come.
The party was loud, too many trainees and idols you didn't care to remember. You leaned against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, watching some guy try too hard to make you laugh.
His name didn't matter. Neither did his hand on your arm.
You let him talk, let him lean in, let him think he had a chance.
Because you could feel two pairs of eyes burning holes into your back from across the room.
Riki moved first.
You didn't see him coming, just felt a warm hand slide over your hip from behind, fingers pressing just hard enough to bruise later.
"Who's your friend?" His voice was low, right by your ear. The guy in front of you went pale.
You didn't flinch. Didn't lean in or pull away.
"No one" you said, taking a slow sip of your drink "Yet"
Riki's fingers dug deeper. His laugh was quiet and sharp "Cute"
The guy muttered an excuse and disappeared.
You turned your head just enough to catch Riki's expression. Dark eyes, flat smile, jealousy dripping from every sharp line of his face.
"That was rude" you said "I was having fun"
"Were you?"
Heeseung appeared on your other side like smoke.
No warning. Just sudden warmth, his chest pressing against your shoulder blade, his hand landing on the counter beside yours caging you in.
"You're bad when you're bored" he murmured.
You looked up at him, met his gaze without blinking "You love it"
He tilted his head. Didn't deny it.
Riki's hand was still on your hip. Heeseung's body was a wall at your back. The music thumped through the floor — PARTYNEXTDOOR's "Make a Mil" slow, heavy bass.
"Come with us" Heeseung said. It wasn't a question.
You raised an eyebrow "Make me"
The air went still.
Riki's grip tightened. Heeseung's jaw flexed.
Then Heeseung smiled. Slow. Dangerous.
"Don't tempt us"
They didn't ask again.
Heeseung took your hand, not gently, not rough either. Just firm. Like you were already his. Riki stayed close behind, a hand on the small of your back, steering you through the crowd.
No one stopped you. No one looked twice.
The hallway was dark. The music faded to a dull pulse behind a closed door.
You turned to face them, back against the wall, arms crossed.
"Okay, you've got me alone. Now what?"
Riki stepped into your space, one hand slamming flat against the wall beside your head. His face was inches from yours. You could smell his cologne, could see the way his chest rose and fell too fast.
"You let that guy touch you for twenty minutes" he said. "We watched every second"
You smirked "Jealous much?"
"Yes"
No hesitation. No shame.
Heeseung came up behind Riki, resting a hand on his shoulder, looking past him at you. Calm, patient, hungry.
"We don't share, baby" Heeseung said "Not really"
"And yet" you said "you've been sharing me for months"
Neither of them blinked.
"That's different" Riki said, his thumb finding your jaw, tilting your face up "That's us, baby"
You should have been scared. Intimidated. Pinned between two of them in a dark hallway with no one around.
Instead, you felt your pulse kick, and doubled down.
"So what now?" you asked. "You're gonna fight over me? Draw straws? Flip a coin?"
Riki's eyes narrowed. Heeseung laughed low under his breath.
"No, baby" Heeseung said, stepping closer. His chest brushed Riki's back, his fingers found your chin turning your face toward him. "We're not gonna fight"
"Then what?"
They looked at each other, some silent conversation you weren't invited to.
When they looked back, something had shifted. Darker. Hungrier.
"We're gonna stop pretending" Riki said, his hand sliding from your jaw to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there "You're not fucking anyone else. You're not even looking at anyone else"
You laughed, but it came out breathier than you wanted. "Bold assumption"
"It's not an assumption, pretty" Heeseung said, his thumb tracing your bottom lip "It's a decision"
"You don't get to decide for me"
"No?" Riki's fingers pressed just slightly, a warning, a tease "Then tell us no right now. Walk away"
You didn't move.
Neither did they.
The song was still playing somewhere, muffled through the walls.
Heeseung leaned in, lips brushing your ear "That's what we thought"
The nearest empty room was a storage closet.
Too small. Too dark. Perfect.
Riki shut the door. Heeseung didn't bother with the light.
You heard them moving, felt the heat of their bodies closing in. Your back hit something solid, a shelf, maybe. Didn't matter actually.
"You're shaking" Riki said. You couldn't see his face, but you could hear the smile in his voice.
"I'm not scared"
"I didn't say scared"
His hands found your waist. Heeseung's hands found your hips. They pinned you there, bodies pressed against your front and side, nowhere to go.
"You've been running this game for months" Heeseung murmured against your neck, his lips dragging down your throat. "Teasing, pulling away, letting us taste you and then leaving"
You shivered. Hated that you did.
"You think we didn't notice?" Riki's voice came from the other side, his mouth suddenly at your jaw "You think we didn't talk about it?"
Your breath caught "Talk about what?"
"About how you want us to take it" Heeseung said. "How you want us to stop asking and just take"
You opened your mouth to deny it.
Riki kissed you first.
Hard. Demanding. His tongue sliding against yours before you could breathe, his hands gripped your waist like he'd never let go.
When he pulled back, you gasped.
Heeseung didn't wait. He turned your face toward him and kissed you slower, deeper, like he had all night. His teeth scraped your bottom lip. You felt it everywhere.
"See?" Heeseung whispered against your mouth. "That's not a girl who wants to be asked"
Clothes came off in pieces.
Your top first. Heeseung unbuttoned it slow, one button at a time, watching your face the whole way. Riki's hands slid up your bare back, fingers tracing your spine.
"Turn around" Riki said.
You hesitated. Just for a second.
Heeseung's hand closed around the back of your neck, gentle but firm "You heard him"
You turned.
The shelf dug into your front. Riki pressed against your back, his chest warm, his belt buckle cool against your skin. Heeseung knelt in front of you.
You looked down at him, hair falling over his eyes, lips parting as he looked up at you like you were something to be worshipped and devoured at the same time.
"You're so fucking pretty like this" he said, his hands running up your thighs "All that sass gone quiet"
You forced yourself to smirk "Give me a second, I'll think of something"
He grinned, bit the inside of your thigh.
You cursed. Riki laughed behind you.
Heeseung took his time.
Kisses up your inner thighs, slow and wet, his fingers pressing into your hips holding you open. Riki's hands roamed your body from behind your stomach, your ribs, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples until you arched back into him.
"You feel that?" Riki murmured in your ear "You feel how hard he's trying not to rush?"
You did. You felt everything.
Heeseung's tongue finally found you. You choked on a moan, your hand flying to his hair, gripping tight.
"Fuck—"
He hummed against you. The vibration made your knees buckle. Riki held you up, arms locked around your waist.
"She's close already" Riki observed, amused "That's embarrassing"
"Shut up" you gasped.
Heeseung pulled back just enough to speak. His lips were wet "Make her beg"
You wanted to refuse. Wanted to bite back something clever.
But Riki chose that moment to bite your shoulder, and Heeseung chose that moment to slide two fingers inside you, and your brain stopped working.
"Please" you heard yourself say. Hated it. Wanted more.
"Louder, pretty" Heeseung said.
"Please—"
They didn't stop.
Heeseung's fingers curled inside you, his tongue flat against your clit. Riki's hands pinched your nipples, twisted, pulled. You were crying out now, not caring who heard, the shelves rattling every time you jerked.
When you came, it was messy. Loud. Your whole body shaking between them.
Riki held you through it. Heeseung worked you through it, not stopping until you pushed at his shoulder, overstimulated and gasping.
"Good girl" Heeseung said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
You slumped back against Riki, chest heaving "I hate you both"
"No you don't" Riki said, his hands sliding down your stomach, between your legs. You were still sensitive, flinched when his fingers brushed you "You love it. You love us"
You didn't say yes.
You didn't say no either.
The rest happened fast.
Heeseung stood, unbuckled his belt. Riki turned you around, lifted you onto the shelf. You wrapped your legs around his waist before he even asked.
"Impatient" Riki teased.
"Shut up and fuck me"
He did.
Not gentle, not slow. Exactly what you'd been asking for with every smirk and every time you'd walked away.
Heeseung came up behind you, pressed against your back, his hands covering yours where you gripped the shelf, his mouth finding your ear.
"You feel how hard he is for you?" he whispered "How long he's been waiting?"
You couldn't answer. Riki was hitting something inside you that made you see stars.
Heeseung's hand slid around your throat, not squeezing. Just there. Claiming.
"Now you're going to come again" he said "And then you're going to tell us you're ours"
You tried to shake your head.
Riki snapped his hips harder. You moaned so loud it echoed.
"Yes, pretty" Heeseung said against your skin "Just like that"
You came again with Heeseung's hand on your throat and Riki's name on your lips.
They didn't stop.
Heeseung pulled you off the shelf, turned you around, bent you over it. You felt him push inside you from behind while Riki watched.
"Look at her" Riki said, palming himself, watching your face "Look how wrecked she is"
You wanted to say something cutting. Instead, you just moaned as Heeseung fucked you rough and deep.
"You're gonna take both of us" Heeseung said "Aren't you, baby"
It wasn't a question.
You nodded into the shelf.
"Words, pretty" Riki said.
"Yes, fuck— yes."
After he finished, pulling out slowly making you whimper at the loss, you thought maybe you were done.
You were wrong.
Riki grabbed your wrist and pulled you up from the shelf. Your legs were shaking, your lipstick was smeared across your chin. You'd never felt more wrecked in your entire life.
"Sit" Riki said, pushing you gently down onto your knees.
You looked up at him, then at Heeseung, who was already stepping closer, cock in his hand, still hard.
"Your turn, baby" Heeseung said "You think we're the only ones who do the work?"
You should have been annoyed. Should have snapped back.
Instead, you reached for Riki first.
Wrapped your fingers around the base of him, looked up through your lashes. Watched his composure crack.
"You wanna be in control so bad" you murmured "But look at you. You're already shaking, ki"
Riki's jaw tightened. His hand came down on the back of your head, not shoving, just resting there "Talk less"
You smiled. Then took him into your mouth.
Riki's head fell back against the shelf. A low groan escaped his throat, the kind he'd been holding in all night.
You took your time. Swirled your tongue. Dragged your lips up slow, then back down fast. Your hand worked what your mouth couldn't fit.
"Fuck" he breathed, his fingers tightening in your hair "Just like that. Yeah—"
Behind you, Heeseung moved closer. You felt his thighs against your back, his cock pressing against your shoulder.
"Don't forget about me, pretty" he said. Not a request.
You pulled off Riki with a wet pop, turned your head, took Heeseung into your mouth without breaking eye contact.
He hissed. His hand joined Riki's in your hair.
You let them guide you, back and forth. Riki's taste, then Heeseung's. Salty and warm and theirs.
"You're so good at this" Riki muttered, his hips bucking forward "Been thinking about your mouth for days—"
"Me too" Heeseung admitted, voice rougher now. "Wondering if you'd look up at us like that"
You did. Looked up at both of them, eyes wet, lips swollen, drool trailing down your chin.
You'd never felt more powerful in your life.
They didn't last long.
Riki came first, pulled your hair gently, tried to warn you, but you didn't pull away. Swallowed. Kept your eyes on his face as he shuddered.
"Jesus" he whispered, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, boneless.
You turned to Heeseung, wrapped your lips around him again, bobbed your head faster, hand pumping what you couldn't reach.
Heeseung's composure finally broke. His hips stuttered, his hand clenched in your hair.
"Look at me" he said.
You looked up.
He came on your tongue with a broken sound you'd never heard from him before. You swallowed that too.
Then sat back on your heels, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Smiled.
"Good?"
Neither of them could speak. Riki just stared at you like you'd rearranged his entire brain. Heeseung dropped to his knees in front of you and kissed you hard, tasting himself on your lips.
After, you didn't know how much later, you were sandwiched between them on the floor of the storage closet.
Your dress was ruined. Your makeup was gone. Your thighs were sore. Your jaw ached.
You'd never felt better.
Riki traced patterns on your stomach. Heeseung played with your hair.
"That guy from earlier" Riki said. "What was his name?"
"I don't know, honestly"
"Good."
You snorted. "Possessive"
He smiled. "You like it"
You didn't argue.
Because he was right. You liked all of it. Liked them.
Maybe more than you'd ever admit out loud.
You rolled your eyes. But you were smiling.
And when Heeseung pulled you closer and Riki pressed a kiss to your shoulder, you let yourself have it.
The three of you. The dark. The distant echo of music.
"Make a Mil" with her.
Yeah. You could do that.
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synopsis: You've been hooking up with both heeseung and riki separately for months, but when you let a stranger flirt with you at a party just to feel their eyes on you, they decide they're done sharing, done asking, done letting you walk away.
pairings: heeki✘f!reader
warnings: threesome, post party, smut, friends with benefits, blow jobs, unprotected sex, storage closet sex, possessive behavior, hair pulling, oral, pet names, overstimulation, fingering, light choking, swallowing. lmk if i missed any lol
a/n: i saw THIS edit and the thoughts started hitting me instantly, so obviously i had to write this lmao
You knew you were playing with fire the moment you agreed to come.
The party was loud, too many trainees and idols you didn't care to remember. You leaned against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, watching some guy try too hard to make you laugh.
His name didn't matter. Neither did his hand on your arm.
You let him talk, let him lean in, let him think he had a chance.
Because you could feel two pairs of eyes burning holes into your back from across the room.
Riki moved first.
You didn't see him coming, just felt a warm hand slide over your hip from behind, fingers pressing just hard enough to bruise later.
"Who's your friend?" His voice was low, right by your ear. The guy in front of you went pale.
You didn't flinch. Didn't lean in or pull away.
"No one" you said, taking a slow sip of your drink "Yet"
Riki's fingers dug deeper. His laugh was quiet and sharp "Cute"
The guy muttered an excuse and disappeared.
You turned your head just enough to catch Riki's expression. Dark eyes, flat smile, jealousy dripping from every sharp line of his face.
"That was rude" you said "I was having fun"
"Were you?"
Heeseung appeared on your other side like smoke.
No warning. Just sudden warmth, his chest pressing against your shoulder blade, his hand landing on the counter beside yours caging you in.
"You're bad when you're bored" he murmured.
You looked up at him, met his gaze without blinking "You love it"
He tilted his head. Didn't deny it.
Riki's hand was still on your hip. Heeseung's body was a wall at your back. The music thumped through the floor — PARTYNEXTDOOR's "Make a Mil" slow, heavy bass.
"Come with us" Heeseung said. It wasn't a question.
You raised an eyebrow "Make me"
The air went still.
Riki's grip tightened. Heeseung's jaw flexed.
Then Heeseung smiled. Slow. Dangerous.
"Don't tempt us"
They didn't ask again.
Heeseung took your hand, not gently, not rough either. Just firm. Like you were already his. Riki stayed close behind, a hand on the small of your back, steering you through the crowd.
No one stopped you. No one looked twice.
The hallway was dark. The music faded to a dull pulse behind a closed door.
You turned to face them, back against the wall, arms crossed.
"Okay, you've got me alone. Now what?"
Riki stepped into your space, one hand slamming flat against the wall beside your head. His face was inches from yours. You could smell his cologne, could see the way his chest rose and fell too fast.
"You let that guy touch you for twenty minutes" he said. "We watched every second"
You smirked "Jealous much?"
"Yes"
No hesitation. No shame.
Heeseung came up behind Riki, resting a hand on his shoulder, looking past him at you. Calm, patient, hungry.
"We don't share, baby" Heeseung said "Not really"
"And yet" you said "you've been sharing me for months"
Neither of them blinked.
"That's different" Riki said, his thumb finding your jaw, tilting your face up "That's us, baby"
You should have been scared. Intimidated. Pinned between two of them in a dark hallway with no one around.
Instead, you felt your pulse kick, and doubled down.
"So what now?" you asked. "You're gonna fight over me? Draw straws? Flip a coin?"
Riki's eyes narrowed. Heeseung laughed low under his breath.
"No, baby" Heeseung said, stepping closer. His chest brushed Riki's back, his fingers found your chin turning your face toward him. "We're not gonna fight"
"Then what?"
They looked at each other, some silent conversation you weren't invited to.
When they looked back, something had shifted. Darker. Hungrier.
"We're gonna stop pretending" Riki said, his hand sliding from your jaw to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there "You're not fucking anyone else. You're not even looking at anyone else"
You laughed, but it came out breathier than you wanted. "Bold assumption"
"It's not an assumption, pretty" Heeseung said, his thumb tracing your bottom lip "It's a decision"
"You don't get to decide for me"
"No?" Riki's fingers pressed just slightly, a warning, a tease "Then tell us no right now. Walk away"
You didn't move.
Neither did they.
The song was still playing somewhere, muffled through the walls.
Heeseung leaned in, lips brushing your ear "That's what we thought"
The nearest empty room was a storage closet.
Too small. Too dark. Perfect.
Riki shut the door. Heeseung didn't bother with the light.
You heard them moving, felt the heat of their bodies closing in. Your back hit something solid, a shelf, maybe. Didn't matter actually.
"You're shaking" Riki said. You couldn't see his face, but you could hear the smile in his voice.
"I'm not scared"
"I didn't say scared"
His hands found your waist. Heeseung's hands found your hips. They pinned you there, bodies pressed against your front and side, nowhere to go.
"You've been running this game for months" Heeseung murmured against your neck, his lips dragging down your throat. "Teasing, pulling away, letting us taste you and then leaving"
You shivered. Hated that you did.
"You think we didn't notice?" Riki's voice came from the other side, his mouth suddenly at your jaw "You think we didn't talk about it?"
Your breath caught "Talk about what?"
"About how you want us to take it" Heeseung said. "How you want us to stop asking and just take"
You opened your mouth to deny it.
Riki kissed you first.
Hard. Demanding. His tongue sliding against yours before you could breathe, his hands gripped your waist like he'd never let go.
When he pulled back, you gasped.
Heeseung didn't wait. He turned your face toward him and kissed you slower, deeper, like he had all night. His teeth scraped your bottom lip. You felt it everywhere.
"See?" Heeseung whispered against your mouth. "That's not a girl who wants to be asked"
Clothes came off in pieces.
Your top first. Heeseung unbuttoned it slow, one button at a time, watching your face the whole way. Riki's hands slid up your bare back, fingers tracing your spine.
"Turn around" Riki said.
You hesitated. Just for a second.
Heeseung's hand closed around the back of your neck, gentle but firm "You heard him"
You turned.
The shelf dug into your front. Riki pressed against your back, his chest warm, his belt buckle cool against your skin. Heeseung knelt in front of you.
You looked down at him, hair falling over his eyes, lips parting as he looked up at you like you were something to be worshipped and devoured at the same time.
"You're so fucking pretty like this" he said, his hands running up your thighs "All that sass gone quiet"
You forced yourself to smirk "Give me a second, I'll think of something"
He grinned, bit the inside of your thigh.
You cursed. Riki laughed behind you.
Heeseung took his time.
Kisses up your inner thighs, slow and wet, his fingers pressing into your hips holding you open. Riki's hands roamed your body from behind your stomach, your ribs, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples until you arched back into him.
"You feel that?" Riki murmured in your ear "You feel how hard he's trying not to rush?"
You did. You felt everything.
Heeseung's tongue finally found you. You choked on a moan, your hand flying to his hair, gripping tight.
"Fuck—"
He hummed against you. The vibration made your knees buckle. Riki held you up, arms locked around your waist.
"She's close already" Riki observed, amused "That's embarrassing"
"Shut up" you gasped.
Heeseung pulled back just enough to speak. His lips were wet "Make her beg"
You wanted to refuse. Wanted to bite back something clever.
But Riki chose that moment to bite your shoulder, and Heeseung chose that moment to slide two fingers inside you, and your brain stopped working.
"Please" you heard yourself say. Hated it. Wanted more.
"Louder, pretty" Heeseung said.
"Please—"
They didn't stop.
Heeseung's fingers curled inside you, his tongue flat against your clit. Riki's hands pinched your nipples, twisted, pulled. You were crying out now, not caring who heard, the shelves rattling every time you jerked.
When you came, it was messy. Loud. Your whole body shaking between them.
Riki held you through it. Heeseung worked you through it, not stopping until you pushed at his shoulder, overstimulated and gasping.
"Good girl" Heeseung said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
You slumped back against Riki, chest heaving "I hate you both"
"No you don't" Riki said, his hands sliding down your stomach, between your legs. You were still sensitive, flinched when his fingers brushed you "You love it. You love us"
You didn't say yes.
You didn't say no either.
The rest happened fast.
Heeseung stood, unbuckled his belt. Riki turned you around, lifted you onto the shelf. You wrapped your legs around his waist before he even asked.
"Impatient" Riki teased.
"Shut up and fuck me"
He did.
Not gentle, not slow. Exactly what you'd been asking for with every smirk and every time you'd walked away.
Heeseung came up behind you, pressed against your back, his hands covering yours where you gripped the shelf, his mouth finding your ear.
"You feel how hard he is for you?" he whispered "How long he's been waiting?"
You couldn't answer. Riki was hitting something inside you that made you see stars.
Heeseung's hand slid around your throat, not squeezing. Just there. Claiming.
"Now you're going to come again" he said "And then you're going to tell us you're ours"
You tried to shake your head.
Riki snapped his hips harder. You moaned so loud it echoed.
"Yes, pretty" Heeseung said against your skin "Just like that"
You came again with Heeseung's hand on your throat and Riki's name on your lips.
They didn't stop.
Heeseung pulled you off the shelf, turned you around, bent you over it. You felt him push inside you from behind while Riki watched.
"Look at her" Riki said, palming himself, watching your face "Look how wrecked she is"
You wanted to say something cutting. Instead, you just moaned as Heeseung fucked you rough and deep.
"You're gonna take both of us" Heeseung said "Aren't you, baby"
It wasn't a question.
You nodded into the shelf.
"Words, pretty" Riki said.
"Yes, fuck— yes."
After he finished, pulling out slowly making you whimper at the loss, you thought maybe you were done.
You were wrong.
Riki grabbed your wrist and pulled you up from the shelf. Your legs were shaking, your lipstick was smeared across your chin. You'd never felt more wrecked in your entire life.
"Sit" Riki said, pushing you gently down onto your knees.
You looked up at him, then at Heeseung, who was already stepping closer, cock in his hand, still hard.
"Your turn, baby" Heeseung said "You think we're the only ones who do the work?"
You should have been annoyed. Should have snapped back.
Instead, you reached for Riki first.
Wrapped your fingers around the base of him, looked up through your lashes. Watched his composure crack.
"You wanna be in control so bad" you murmured "But look at you. You're already shaking, ki"
Riki's jaw tightened. His hand came down on the back of your head, not shoving, just resting there "Talk less"
You smiled. Then took him into your mouth.
Riki's head fell back against the shelf. A low groan escaped his throat, the kind he'd been holding in all night.
You took your time. Swirled your tongue. Dragged your lips up slow, then back down fast. Your hand worked what your mouth couldn't fit.
"Fuck" he breathed, his fingers tightening in your hair "Just like that. Yeah—"
Behind you, Heeseung moved closer. You felt his thighs against your back, his cock pressing against your shoulder.
"Don't forget about me, pretty" he said. Not a request.
You pulled off Riki with a wet pop, turned your head, took Heeseung into your mouth without breaking eye contact.
He hissed. His hand joined Riki's in your hair.
You let them guide you, back and forth. Riki's taste, then Heeseung's. Salty and warm and theirs.
"You're so good at this" Riki muttered, his hips bucking forward "Been thinking about your mouth for days—"
"Me too" Heeseung admitted, voice rougher now. "Wondering if you'd look up at us like that"
You did. Looked up at both of them, eyes wet, lips swollen, drool trailing down your chin.
You'd never felt more powerful in your life.
They didn't last long.
Riki came first, pulled your hair gently, tried to warn you, but you didn't pull away. Swallowed. Kept your eyes on his face as he shuddered.
"Jesus" he whispered, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, boneless.
You turned to Heeseung, wrapped your lips around him again, bobbed your head faster, hand pumping what you couldn't reach.
Heeseung's composure finally broke. His hips stuttered, his hand clenched in your hair.
"Look at me" he said.
You looked up.
He came on your tongue with a broken sound you'd never heard from him before. You swallowed that too.
Then sat back on your heels, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Smiled.
"Good?"
Neither of them could speak. Riki just stared at you like you'd rearranged his entire brain. Heeseung dropped to his knees in front of you and kissed you hard, tasting himself on your lips.
After, you didn't know how much later, you were sandwiched between them on the floor of the storage closet.
Your dress was ruined. Your makeup was gone. Your thighs were sore. Your jaw ached.
You'd never felt better.
Riki traced patterns on your stomach. Heeseung played with your hair.
"That guy from earlier" Riki said. "What was his name?"
"I don't know, honestly"
"Good."
You snorted. "Possessive"
He smiled. "You like it"
You didn't argue.
Because he was right. You liked all of it. Liked them.
Maybe more than you'd ever admit out loud.
You rolled your eyes. But you were smiling.
And when Heeseung pulled you closer and Riki pressed a kiss to your shoulder, you let yourself have it.
The three of you. The dark. The distant echo of music.
"Make a Mil" with her.
Yeah. You could do that.
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