#partynextdoor

l.hs!n.rk✘reader

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.

Jeon Jungkook x reader (one shot: smut, club au, cheating; inspired by right now partynextdoor)

“you can be his forever baby, but tonight you’re mine.” *Updated today

——

the first thing jungkook says to you all night is, “you look bored.”

not hi.
not you came.
just that.

you turn slowly on the velvet barstool, one manicured brow lifting as neon light from the miami rooftop lounge catches the rim of your champagne glass. the city glows beneath you — humid, expensive, alive. biscayne glittering in the distance. bass shaking through the floor. everybody pretending they’re too pretty to care.

and jungkook?

he’s leaning against the bar in an all-black fit that probably costs more than your rent, tattoos peeking beneath rolled sleeves, dark hair damp from the heat outside. his gaze drags over you like he already knows exactly what kind of trouble you are.

“yeah?” you ask.

“mhm.” he takes the seat beside you like it’s reserved. “your boyfriend’s been ignoring you for the last…” he checks the silver watch on his wrist. “twenty-three minutes.”

you almost laugh. “you timed it?”

“i notice things.”

of course he does.

everyone notices jungkook when he walks into a room. the promoters. the girls whispering in corners. the men trying too hard to act unbothered. he has that kind of presence — effortless, dangerous. the type that makes bad decisions feel cinematic.

your boyfriend disappeared into vip ages ago with some investors and hasn’t looked your way since.

jungkook notices that too.

he says lowly, fingers tapping against his glass. “you deserve better than some guy who leaves you alone at a party, baby.”

the pet name should annoy you.

instead, warmth crawls up your neck.

“and what?” you tease. “you think you’re better?”

he grins then — sharp, devastating. “i know i am.”

god.

there’s something intoxicating about him tonight. maybe it’s the miami air. maybe it’s the expensive cologne clinging to him like smoke. maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you’re the only person in this overcrowded rooftop club.

like he already chose you.

the dj switches songs. the bass deepens.

jungkook leans closer.

“you can be his forever baby,” he murmurs near your ear, voice velvet-smooth, “but tonight?”

your breath catches.

“tonight you’re mine.”

the words should sound cocky. possessive. wrong.

instead they settle beneath your skin like heat.

you stare at him for a second too long.

and jungkook notices that too.

his tongue presses against the inside of his cheek before he tilts his head toward the dance floor. “c’mon.”

you should say no.

really, you should.

but your relationship has been dying quietly for months now — neglected texts, empty dinners, conversations that feel like obligations. you’ve spent too long being adored publicly and forgotten privately.

jungkook feels like the opposite of that.

immediate.
attentive.
hungry.

so you follow him.

—

miami at 2am feels unreal.

champagne spilling over glass rims. gold jewelry against sun-kissed skin. cigarette smoke curling into purple lights. jungkook moving through the crowd with one hand loosely wrapped around yours like he expects the universe to part for him.

and somehow, it does.

the girls in the bathroom stare when you pass.

the men at the bar glance twice.

you hear whispers.

“who’s that with jungkook?”

“she’s gorgeous.”

“she looks expensive.”

but jungkook doesn’t care who’s watching. he keeps pulling you closer, hand sliding to the small of your back while the music pounds around you.

“you know they’re all staring, right?” you laugh.

“let them.”

he spins you beneath flashing lights.

your dress clings to your body from the humidity. his rings feel cool against your skin. every time he touches you, your thoughts blur a little more.

“leave him,” he says jokingly, eyes glittering. “i could make you happier.”

“you say that to every girl?”

“no.” his gaze drops to your lips. “just the pretty ones.”

you roll your eyes, but your heartbeat betrays you.

because beneath all the flirting and confidence, there’s sincerity there too. tiny glimpses of it between songs and laughter.

like the way he keeps brushing hair from your face.
the way he notices when your drink is empty before you say anything.
the way he watches your expression when you laugh, like he wants to memorize it.

and suddenly this stops feeling like harmless flirting.

it starts feeling dangerous.

—

later, the rooftop empties into afterparties and black cars waiting downstairs.

your phone buzzes.

three missed calls from your boyfriend.

one text:

where are you?

you stare at the screen too long.

jungkook notices immediately.

he always notices.

“you wanna go back to him?” he asks quietly.

the city wind lifts strands of your hair. somewhere below, sirens echo through downtown miami.

you look at jungkook standing beside you under pink neon light — pretty mouth, tattooed hands, eyes softer now than they were hours ago.

and for the first time in months, someone is looking at you like you matter.

not like decoration.
not like obligation.
not like something temporary.

like he’d ruin himself just to keep your attention a little longer.

“you know what your problem is?” he says softly when you don’t answer.

“what?”

“you keep waiting for people to choose you correctly.”

the words hit harder than they should.

silence stretches between you.

then jungkook steps closer, close enough that your breaths mix.

“come with me,” he says.

your pulse jumps.

“jungkook—”

“i’m serious.”

there’s no teasing now. no arrogance. just honesty stripped bare beneath city lights.

“i see you,” he says quietly. “and i don’t think he does anymore.”

your chest aches unexpectedly.

down below, miami keeps moving — loud and careless and glowing gold against the ocean.

but up here?

everything feels still.

jungkook reaches for your hand one last time, thumb brushing slowly across your knuckles.

“let them talk,” he murmurs. “just don’t let what you’re feeling right now fade.”

—

his hotel suite smells like expensive cologne and champagne.

the city lights pour through massive windows, painting everything gold and blue while soft music hums somewhere in the background.

the second the door shuts behind you, the tension snaps.

jungkook kisses you first.

slow at first. testing.

then deeper when you kiss him back.

his hand slides to your waist, pulling you flush against him while your fingers curl into the front of his black shirt.

“fuck,” he murmurs softly against your lips, smiling a little. “been thinking about doing that all night.”

your heart stutters.

he kisses like he means it — warm hands, messy breaths, lips dragging against yours until your thoughts blur completely.

you can feel his rings against your skin when his hand slips beneath the fabric of your dress, fingertips tracing slowly up your thigh.

not rushed.

just teasing enough to make your pulse jump.

“you’re beautiful,” he says quietly, like the words surprised even him.

you laugh softly. “you flirt with everyone like this?”

“no.” his forehead rests against yours for a second. “just you.”

god.

he backs you toward the bed carefully, eyes never leaving yours, and suddenly the entire room feels too warm.

your dress straps slide down your shoulders under his touch.

his mouth finds your neck instantly.

the kiss he presses there is softer than you expect.

then another.

then one that makes your breath catch.

“jungkook,” you whisper.

he hums against your skin, hands settling on your hips.

“tell me if you want me to stop.”

instead, you pull him closer.

that tiny movement ruins him.

you feel it in the way his grip tightens slightly, the way he exhales shakily against your throat before kissing you harder.

the chemistry between you feels unfair.

all heat.
all tension.
all the things you’ve been pretending not to want for months.

he lays you back against the sheets gently before climbing over you, tattooed arm braced beside your head while he looks down at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real.

“he really left you alone tonight?” he asks softly.

you nod once.

jungkook just shakes his head before kissing you again, slower this time.

like he’s trying to prove something.

his fingers brush along your thigh beneath your dress, making your stomach tighten when he squeezes gently.

“you deserve attention,” he murmurs against your lips. “deserve to feel wanted.”

and maybe that’s the dangerous part.

because he makes you feel exactly that.

wanted.

every touch after that feels intimate in a way neither of you expected. tangled legs beneath expensive sheets. lazy kisses between quiet laughter. his hand tracing circles against your waist while the miami skyline glows outside.

and somewhere between his mouth on yours and the sound of him whispering your name into the dark, you realize this stopped being a reckless decision hours ago.

it became something else entirely.

For a while neither of you speak.

The room stays quiet except for uneven breathing and the distant sound of traffic below.

Jungkook keeps his forehead against yours, eyes closed, fingers moving slowly along your waist like he doesn’t want to lose contact for even a second.

Then he opens his eyes.

And the look there almost undoes you again.

Soft now.

Still wrecked.

But softer.

“You okay?” he asks quietly.

You nod once.

His shoulders loosen immediately.

“Come here,” he murmurs.

Like you aren’t already impossibly close.

He pulls you against his chest anyway, wrapping his arms around you while he falls back against the sheets. You end up half on top of him, legs tangled together beneath expensive linen while the city lights spill gold across his skin.

Your fingers trace absent patterns over the tattoos on his arm.

Jungkook watches you do it in complete silence.

Completely gone for you.

“You keep looking at me like that,” you whisper.

His mouth twitches slightly.

“Can’t help it.”

The honesty in his voice makes your chest ache.

You lift your head enough to kiss him again, slow and sleepy this time, but Jungkook still reacts like it affects him too much.

His hand slides into your hair immediately.

A quiet sound leaves him.

He kisses you deeper.

Needier.

Like he’s addicted already.

When you pull back, his lips chase yours unconsciously before he catches himself.

That tiny reaction makes you laugh softly.

Jungkook groans and drops his face into your neck.

“Don’t laugh,” he mutters, embarrassed.

“You’re clingy.”

“I know.”

The answer comes instantly.

No hesitation.

And somehow that makes it worse.

Your heart feels dangerously full when he lifts his head again, eyes searching your face carefully like he’s trying to memorize every expression you make tonight.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admits quietly.

The confession changes the air between you.

Makes everything heavier.

More real.

“How long?”

Jungkook smiles against your shoulder, but it looks almost frustrated with himself.

“Long enough to know this was a bad idea.”

His fingers tighten slightly against your waist.

“But I don’t care anymore.”

The words settle deep inside you.

Because you don’t care anymore either.

Not when he’s touching you like this.

Not when he’s looking at you like you’re something precious.

Jungkook brushes his nose gently against yours before kissing you once more, softer than before. No urgency now. Just warmth. Just closeness.

His thumb strokes your cheek absentmindedly.

“You should stay tonight,” he says quietly.

Not demanding.

Not casual either.

Hopeful.

The dangerous part is how badly you want to say yes.

And judging by the way Jungkook’s holding you, like he already knows you will, he wants it just as badly.

Jungkook looks at you like he's losing a fight with himself.

Like wanting you has become unbearable.

His hand slides up your thigh again, slower now, fingertips tracing patterns against your skin while his mouth stays pressed to yours.

Every kiss feels deeper than the last.

More dangerous.

More honest.

You pull softly at his hair and he breaks against you instantly.

A rough exhale.

Eyes closing.

Forehead dropping to your shoulder like he needs a second to survive it.

"Fuck" he whispers again.

Quiet.

Wrecked

The sound makes your stomach tighten:

Jungkook laughs softly at your reaction, but there's no teasing Just disbelief. Like he can't believe he gets to touch you like that.

His tattooed arm flexes beside your head while he kisses down your neck slowly, breathing you in between kisses.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He murmurs.

Then his gaze drops lower.

The look on his face changes completely.

Hungry

Focussed

Gone

He shifts downward carefully, hands smoothing along your thighs while he watches you the entire time.

Like your reactions matter more than anything else tonight.

"Still okay?" he asks softly.

You nod.

And that tiny answer ruins him.

You see it immediately.

The way his jaw tightens.

The way he groans under his breath before pressing another kiss against your skin.

Like he’s been starving for your permission.

For you.

Jungkook spreads your legs gently, eyes dark beneath messy hair falling over his forehead. His expression is almost unfair - swollen lips, flushed cheeks, breathing uneven already.

Completely affected

Completely obsessed.

"You're beautiful," he says quietly.

Not casually.

Not just to say it.

He says it like he means every letter.

Then he kisses the inside of your thigh slowly, and the sound that leaves him after-

God.

Low.

Shaky.

Like he's losing control from something as simple as being close to you.

His hands hold you carefully while he kisses higher, slower, dragging the moment out until you're already trembling beneath him.

And Jungkook notices.

Of course he notices.

He notices everything.

Every breath.

Every twitch.

Every quiet sound.

The second you react stronger, his eyes close and he groans soft against your skin like pleasing you affects him just as much.

Maybe more.

"That's it," he whispers. "Pretty girl."

The praise falls from him naturally now.

Warm.

Addictive.

“You deserve this”

His thumb brushes your waist gently while he keeps kissing you devotion, like worship, like he could stay here forever if you let him

And when your fingers tangle in his hair again, Jungkook actually shivers.

A full-body reaction.

Like your touch alone is enough to undo him completely.

He looks up at you then.

Eyes dark.

Lips parted

Expression ruined.

Like nothing in his life has ever mattered this much.

"You're so fucking pretty like this," he says breathlessly.

The words nearly destroy you.

Because he sounds sincere.

Not arrogant.

Not teasing.

Just overwhelmed by you.

The room fills with quiet sounds after that. Heavy breathing. soft praise. Broken little laughs between kisses when one of you get too overwhelmed to handle the tension anymore.

Outside, Miami keeps glowing through the windows.

Cars moving

Music somewhere far below.

But inside this room, the world narrows down to him.

To the way he touches you carefully.

To the way he keeps checking your face between kisses.

To the way he acts like making you feel wanted is the only thing he cares about tonight.

And maybe that's what finally gets you.

rafe x reader

inspired by pnd's tbh hahaa

it was exactly a week after everything ended.

well, it's not like you had a "labelled relationship" between the two of you, but why does he feel his chest aching at the sight of you talking to someone else?

니키✘oc!reader

synopsis: kyla's at riki's crib for her usual reup, running her mouth about her lame ex for the hundredth time and riki is tired of hearing it, so he decides to show her exactly how a real man fucks. They're both high, watch things get rough and intense ;)

pairings: plug!riki x oc!reader

warnings: weed use, rough sex, brat taming, nipple play, fingering, oral (both receiving), creampie, overstimulation, praise, pet names (baby, pretty), dom riki, sub kyla. lmk if i missed smth lol

word count: 1.1k

a/n: you can check my OCs list if confused :)!

Kyla was already yapping before Riki even fully opened the door.

"—and then he had the audacity to say I was 'too much' like bro? you couldn't even make me finish. Ever. Be so fr rn"

Riki leaned against the doorframe, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, phone in one hand, blunt behind his ear "Damn, He still livin rent-free or what?"

She pushed past him into his apartment like she owned the place. "Whatever, you got the runtz?"

"Obviously" He locked the door, watched her drop onto his couch like she belonged there "You good? you seem extra... bratty tonight"

"Im not bratty Im honest, there's a difference"

Riki snorted, grabbing the scale and the bag from his stash "Mhm"

She kept going while he weighed it out. Something about her ex posting thirst traps two weeks after the breakup, something about him owing her forty dollars, something about how he never went down on her but expected head on command.

Riki set the bag on the coffee table, rolled the blunt. Lit it and took a long pull then passed it to her.

"You done?" he asked.

"No" She hit the blunt, held it, let the smoke curl out slow "He's literally the lamest person I've ever dated, mind you I dated a guy who cried at a chipotle commercial"

Riki tilted his head and watched her. The way her thighs pressed together, the way her eyes got heavy off one pull.

"Can I say somethin tho?" he asked.

"You're gonna anyway"

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees "Quit fuckin with them lames fr"

Kyla blinked "What?"

"You heard me" His voice dropped "You come over here every other night talkin bout how nobody treats you right, how nobody fucks you right, how you always gotta beg for bare minimum"

He took the blunt from her fingers, stubbed it out.

"Im tired of hearin' it" he said "Cause I could put you on some real game, and you know it"

The room got smaller.

Kyla's mouth opened, Closed "You think you r so slick-"

"I think you been comin over here at midnight smellin like vanilla and attitude hopin I'd notice" He reached out, hooked a finger under her chin "I noticed, pretty. I just wanted you to say it first"

"Say what?"

"That you want me to fuck you like your ex never could"

She should've laughed, should've rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag and left.

but instead she answered "...Maybe"

Riki grinned, slow and dangerous "There she is"

He kissed her like he was proving a point, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her waist pulling her across the couch until she was straddling him. She gasped into his mouth amd he swallowed it.

"Already wet?" He pressed his palm between her legs, over her sweats "Damn, baby. And you was just talkin shit"

"Shut up—"

He squeezed, she moaned in response.

"You shut up" he said "Take these off"

He stripped her out of her hoodie, her bra, her sweats, until she was just in lacy underwear that made him exhale slow "Fuck. You been hiding this under baggy clothes?"

He flipped them and pressed her into the cushions, kissed down her neck, her collarbone, until his mouth found her nipple, sucking hard.

"Riki—"

"You wanted rough, yeah?" He bit down gently, then soothed it with his tongue "Thats what brats get"

He worked her other nipple with his fingers, twisting, pulling, watching her arch into him. Her hands fisted the couch n her hips bucked up.

"Please—"

"Please what?"

"Touch me, riki"

He hooked his fingers in her underwear and pulled them off, spreading her thighs "Look at that. So fuckin pretty" He dragged a finger through her wetness, slow "This all for me?"

"Yes—fuck, yes—"

"Good answer"

He pushed two fingers inside her without warning, she cried out as he curled them immediately, found the spot and pressed deep.

"Oh my god—"

"Yeah? Thats not even my dick yet, pretty" He pumped his fingers faster, rougher, until she was shaking "You gonna cum on my fingers like a good girl?"

"I— I—"

"Thats not a yes. Words, pretty"

"Yes! Yes, fuck, please—"

He pressed his thumb to her clit and she shattered, whole body seizing, mouth open, nothing but breathy sounds falling out, he worked her through it, slow and dirty until she was twitching.

"One" he said.

"W-what?"

"You gon cum at least three times tonight, baby. Thats the game Im puttin you on"

He pulled his fingers out, sucked them clean while she watched, dazed.

"Your turn" she whispered.

"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow "You wanna show me what that mouth do?"

She nodded. Bratty gone, just needy now.

He stood up, pulled his sweatpants down just enough. Thick. Veiny. Curved, kyla's mouth watered.

"Open" he said softly.

She did, and he fed her his length slow, let her adjust, then gripped her hair and held her there "Tap my thigh if its too much. Otherwise, take it"

She took it, deep, messy, spit dripping down her chin. He groaned above her, head tilted back, hand tightening in her hair.

"Just like that, shit— look at you, so fuckin pretty with my dick in your mouth"

He let her set the rhythm for a minute, then he took over, thrusting shallow, then deep, watching her gag but not tap out.

"Knew you was a freak" he muttered "Fuckin knew it"

He pulled out before he got too close, laid her on her back and kissed down her stomach, her hips, then settled between her thighs. Licked a stripe up her center.

"Riki—" She gasped.

"You already came once, you can take another, pretty"

He ate her like he was starving. Flat tongue, sloppy, focused on her clit while two fingers pushed back inside, she grabbed his hair pulling while moaning his name like a prayer.

"Cum on my face, baby. I wanna feel it"

She did. Hard. Back arched off the couch, thighs closing around his head, a broken string of "fuck fuck fuck" falling out.

"Two" he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand "One more"

"Cant—"

"Yes you can, kyla"

He lined himself up, pushed in slow as her eyes rolled back.

"Oh my god—" she screamed.

He bottomed out, let her feel every inch "Feel how a real man fucks, baby?"

"Yes— yes—"

He moved, deep n rough, snapping his hips into hers, pinning her wrists above her head. She was babbling something about more, harder, please don't stop.

"You want me to fill you up, baby?" He leaned down, lips against her ear.

"Yes— fuck yes—"

"Then take it, take all of it."

He fucked her through the edge, through her third orgasm. Through his own. Came deep, groaning her name n forehead pressed to hers.

They stayed like that. Breathing. Sweaty. High.

Riki pulled back just enough to look at her "Still think about your ex?"

Kyla laughed, breathless "My who?"

He grinned and kissed her forehead "Thats what I thought"

taglist: @dolikecherrycoke @leeknowstoes00 @f8tltrouble @wonzfiles

“The shit I did last night I’m not real proud of, but let’s just make it to the mornin”

Word count: 1.8k

AN: I was listening to this song and was like “holy shit this would be good” I sincerely apologize for what I’m abt to write and what ur abt to read (I AM SO SORRY OH MY GOSH I SWEAR)

Warning: 18+

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The bar was loud, hot, and heavy with bodies, but Paige only had eyes for Azzi.

She leaned in behind her, lips brushing the shell of Azzi’s ear, breath warm as her hand curled around Azzi’s waist possessively.

“You look too good tonight mami,” Paige murmured. Her voice was low, rough from beer and want.

Azzi smiled, head tilted back just slightly. “You told me that already,” she said, a little breathless.

“Doesn’t make it less true.” Paige’s hand dipped lower, fingers playing just under the hem of Azzi’s crop top. “I jus’— can’t help myself ‘round you.”

They’d been doing this for weeks now—hookups behind closed doors, secret touches at parties, makeouts in the empty locker room. It was supposed to be just fun. Easy. They never talked about it. That was the rule.

Until now.

Because Paige had her hand on Azzi’s waist one second… and the next, she was laughing with some girl. Her old hookup. Brunette. Tight dress. Bold. Shameless. And touching Paige like she had a right to.

Azzi’s heart twisted. She felt it before she even fully saw it—before the girl touched Paige’s chest, before Paige leaned in just a little too close, smiling like she didn’t just have her hand down Azzi’s pants two nights ago.

Fine.

Two can play this game.

Azzi drifted over to the edge of the bar. Her hips swayed a little more than usual as she struck up a conversation with the guy next to her—cute, tall, dimples. He leaned in fast. Then another girl joined, sliding up behind Azzi and laughing into her drink.

Azzi laughed too, hand brushing the girl’s arm. She could feel Paige’s eyes on the back of her head like lasers on her.

A beat later, Paige was there.

She slid in behind Azzi with a sharpness that made the air tighten. Her hand glided around Azzi’s waist, fingers on her like she owned her. Her voice was low, dangerous.

“Who are you talking to?”

Azzi didn’t turn. She just sipped her drink, slow and petty.

“Go talk to your little ex or whatever the fuck,” she said, cold. “Looked like you were having fun.”

Paige’s jaw clenched. “The fuck did you just say?”

Azzi turned now, eyes narrowing, fire flickering under the surface.

“You heard me.” She smiled, bitter. “You’re all over me, then suddenly you’re back in slut ‘player P’ mode the second someone gives you an ounce of attention. So yeah—fuck you.”

That did it. Paige’s fingers gripped tighter around Azzi’s waist, her breath coming harder through her nose.

“You wanna talk your shit mama?” she said, bitter.. “Cool. Let’s go.”

She pulled Azzi with her, not even letting her finish her drink.

They slammed into the single-stall bathroom, the door clicking locked behind them. Paige had Azzi against the wall in two seconds flat, one hand gripping her waist, the other wrapped tight around her throat—not choking, just… stilling.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Paige’s voice was low, her eyes blown wide with anger and something darker. “Flirting with two people in front of me? You know you’re fucking mine Az. Don’t fucking play with me.”

Azzi’s breath caught. Her pulse thundered under Paige’s hand. Her body betrayed her—heat blooming between her legs, knees going weak. But her pride held firm.

“You did the same shit,” she hissed. “You make me feel fucking stupid, Paige. Every time I think this could be more than just… this. Whatever the hell this is,” Her voice cracked at the edge. “You make me feel fucking replaceable. Like I’m a goddamn option.”

She shoved Paige off her and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Paige stood there, dazed, chest heaving, guilt washing over her in a wave so strong it nearly knocked her over. She had feelings.

Fuck. She had real feelings.

She chased after Azzi, catching her before she reached the door. Her arms wrapped around Azzi’s waist from behind, holding her still.

“Lemme make it up to you, mama,” she whispered, lips close to Azzi’s ear. “Please. I promise… you won’t regret it.”

Azzi was still breathing hard, but she didn’t pull away.

The Uber ride to Azzi’s dorm was a blur of hands and heat.

Paige couldn’t stop touching her—fingertips dragging over Azzi’s bare thighs through the rips of her jeans, palm gripping the soft curve of her waist, thumb brushing just beneath the waistband of her pants.

Azzi’s breath stuttered every time Paige’s hand got close to her pussy.

Their mouths crashed together like magnets. Paige kissed her like she was trying to win her back with lips alone—deep, wet, hungry. Azzi moaned softly into her mouth, pulling Paige’s hair as Paige slid her tongue past her lips.

“I’m sorry,” Paige breathed between kisses, pressing hot kisses down Azzi’s neck. “The shit I pulled tonight was fucked up. I’m not proud of it.” Her voice dropped as she kissed just above Azzi’s collarbone. “But let me show you. I can get you right.”

Azzi melted under her, nodding, unable to speak.

Back at Azzi’s dorm, clothes came off fast.

Paige had Azzi through the door as soon as it was unlocked.

Paige shoved her back onto the bed, climbed over her like she owned her.

Azzi tried to flip them, voice teasing. “What if I want to ride you tonight?”

Paige just smirked, grabbed both of Azzi’s wrists and pinned them above her head.

“I told you mami,” she said, voice dark with promise, “I’m making it up to you.”

Paige moved down between Azzi’s legs, kissing every inch of her skin, slow and reverent like she was worshipping her. She licked long and slow over Azzi’s pussy, teasing her until Azzi was gasping, squirming under her.

“Paige,” she whined.

“Mhm?” Paige hummed against her, the vibration making Azzi buck her hips.

“You’re… it’s like— you’re trying to make it to morning doing this.”

Paige paused for a beat, grinned, and pressed her mouth back down with more purpose.

“I might just do that,” she said, voice thick with want. “You deserve it, baby.”

And she did.

All night long.

Azzi’s legs trembled against Paige’s shoulders, the sheets beneath her already twisted from how hard she’d been clutching them.

Paige didn’t stop—not when Azzi whimpered, not when she begged. If anything, it just fueled her. Her tongue moved slow and firm, circling Azzi’s clit with relentless precision. Every flick, every moan, every graze of Paige’s nails down Azzi’s thighs felt like she was trying to write her name into Azzi’s body.

Azzi’s fingers curled in Paige’s hair, tugging just enough to make Paige groan into her, and the sound made Azzi’s whole body jolt.

“Fuck,” Azzi gasped, hips grinding against Paige’s mouth. “I’m gonna—”

“I know ma,” Paige murmured, voice vibrating against her. “Give it to me, baby.”

She flattened her tongue and sucked gently around Azzi’s clit while sliding two fingers inside her with practiced ease. Azzi’s eyes rolled back, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm hit—loud, breathless, raw. Paige held her down through it, eyes locked on her face, watching the way Azzi completely unraveled just for her.

And still, she didn’t stop.

Azzi twitched, overstimulated, as Paige’s tongue started its slow circles again.

“P-Paige, wait—”

“I told you,” Paige said, licking her lips as she looked up. “I’m not done.”

She kissed up Azzi’s stomach, licking a stripe between her breasts, before leaning in to kiss her—deep, tongue tasting Azzi’s moans, her own cheeks flushed with heat and dominance.

Azzi was limp under her, but her fingers were already slipping down to Paige’s ass, trying to pull her closer. “Ride my thigh,” she whispered, breath still jagged. “Want you to come too.”

But Paige grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the bed again, her mouth just barely brushing Azzi’s.

“You’re not giving me anything tonight,” she growled. “You’re taking it. And you’ll like it.”

Azzi shuddered at the authority in her voice. Paige kissed her again, harder, teeth grazing Azzi’s bottom lip before moving back down—kissing across her inner thighs this time, slower, savoring.

“Open ‘em,” Paige said.

Azzi’s legs opened automatically. She was soaked, thighs glistening, still catching her breath from her last orgasm.

Paige smirked and slid three fingers into her this time.

Azzi gasped, head falling back. “F-fuck, Paige.”

“That’s right,” Paige murmured, curling her fingers up into that perfect spot that made Azzi’s mouth fall open without sound. “You’re mine, remember that shit.”

She worked her fingers deeper, thumb back on Azzi’s clit, stroking in rhythm as Azzi came again—legs shaking, voice cracking on Paige’s name.

Then Paige pulled her up, flipping her onto her stomach, gripping her hips and dragging her to the edge of the bed. She leaned over her back, pressing kisses to her spine before biting her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. One for just them to see.

“You feel so fucking good baby,” she said, grinding against her from behind. Her hands roamed everywhere—over Azzi’s ass, her back, up to her wrists that Paige pinned again on her back.

She bent low, licking over Azzi’s inner thigh from behind, then started eating her out again from that angle—slow, messy, filthy.

Azzi could barely keep herself upright.

It was too much. And not enough.

By the time Paige finally let her turn back around, Azzi was flushed and breathless, lips kiss-swollen, eyes glassy with want. Totally fucked out.

Paige hovered over her, kissed her slowly, then slid two fingers into Azzi again while keeping deep eye contact.

“Want you to come in my mouth one more time,” she said softly. “Then I want you to fall asleep knowing you’re mine. Got it?”

Azzi nodded, dazed.

“You gotta say it.”

“I’m yours,” Azzi whispered, completely ruined. “I’m fucking yours.”

Paige went down on her again—this time even slower, deeper, more drawn out. She sucked Azzi’s clit into her mouth, circled her tongue while curling her fingers inside, and didn’t stop until Azzi came again, legs wrapped around Paige’s head, crying out her name with a rawness that echoed through the dorm.

Azzi collapsed backward, panting, trembling.

Paige climbed up next to her, kissed her temple, then her shoulder, then the bruises she’d left along her neck and chest.

“You good, baby?” she asked, voice quieter now, fingers stroking Azzi’s hip.

Azzi just nodded, melted into the sheets. “You trying to kill me?”

Paige smirked. “I told you I was making it up to you.”

They lay there in silence for a moment, Azzi curled into Paige’s side, Paige’s hand stroking slowly over her back.

“You’re mine,” Paige said again, quieter this time.

Azzi didn’t say anything. But her hand slid across Paige’s chest, fingers curling in the front of her hoodie like she was scared she might disappear.

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