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(2004 remaster ¡!)
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WARNING: explicit content. melancholy. multi & i do not write minors!!
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Having slow, sensual morning sex with Enjin...
fr babe omg this is so fucking good i love u
helloo! may i request a Jungwon x female reader smut inspired by One More Night by Maroon 5?
i'd love for the story to capture the song's themes of longing, temptation, and the struggle of being unable to stay away from someone despite knowing the relationship isn't good for u
thankyou in advance^^
OMG MAROON 5 YESS!!! so sorry i didnt see this before baby ive been in a bad place lately :(( but yeah im definitely gonna write love you thank you for the requesttttt
i got a brush, give me your walls, and i'll paint.
SUGAR ON MY TONGUE?
pairing: tattooist heeseung x fem!reader
warming: +18 content. mature themes. explicit language. sexual content. sexual tension. suggestive scenes.
synopsis: when your tattoo artist friend asks to use you as guinea pig for his own art and you both end up discovering that it's not just a friendship after all.
kat's note: like sugar on his tongue thats it !! read the hot chapter listening to the song by nasty tyler, the creator hes proud of me i fucking know
...
it was late friday afternoon when you got home. barely sitting down on your couch to get some well-deserved rest, your phone buzzed with three messages, one right after the other.
maybe it was your boss asking for overtime or complaining about the most pointless thing, as usual.
except this time, it was a different notification. from someone you really liked.
evan: happy early evening baby
evan: hope you're not busy
evan: what do you think about dropping by my studio today?
you frowned as you read the messages and sat up on the couch, taking a deep breath to reply.
you: heeseung texting me? what a surprise
you: why go to your studio? did something happen?
it didn't take long for him to type back.
evan: nothing to worry about
evan: i just made a really beautiful stencil and thought it would look good on your skin. could i use you as a guinea pig for a few hours?
it wasn't just today that heeseung had been asking to tattoo you with some of his art. you never refused out of your own free will, but rather because your job sucked away your time and energy, and sometimes you felt like you didn't even have the right to enjoy anything.
but it was friday, it was still early, no work, no overtime, just a tempting proposal coming from your friend who made beautiful art and had a very attractive style in the tattoos he did.
you had three tattoos made by him. in fact, your friendship started from your first time going to his studio, scared and nervous for your very first tattoo.
you: ok i don't have anything to do anyway
you: right now?
evan: yeah rn! do you want me to call an uber?
you: i'm just going to take a shower and eat something i just got home from work
evan: no rush sweetie let me know when you're ready
heeseung was a twenty-four-year-old guy who worked as a tattoo artist and was very well known because of his work — and his looks.
on social media, everyone pointed out how handsome and attractive he was, and you couldn’t disagree. you thought it was absurd that a guy like him didn’t have a girlfriend.
you didn’t take long in the shower and ate something light before letting him know you were ready.
the uber didn’t take long either, and soon you were arriving at his studio. organized, beautiful, it was located on the third floor of a commercial building in a very good area since it was close to everything.
when you walked in, soft background music was playing at a pleasant low volume, and behind a desk was heeseung, scrolling on his phone.
“did you renovate this place? i don’t remember it looking like this the last time.”
he looked up in your direction and broke into a wide smile, setting his phone down on the desk before standing up to pull you into a tight hug, making you laugh.
“i missed you so much! damn, you look so fucking pretty..."
"and you still have a dirty mouth." him raise his hands in surrender. "so? how have you been and what brought my presence here?"
"i'm fine, baby. better now i confess and let's go to my desk. i made a really beautiful piece of art"
he held her hand with his tattoo-covered arm and guided her to his desk where there were a few papers and a really beautiful artwork of a dragon covered in flowers.
"what do you think?"
"heeseung this is beautiful my god you're so talented"
he smiled and scratched the back of his neck.
"you liked it? i was thinking about tattooing it on you. i'll let you choose the placement, since it's a medium-sized tattoo, i suggest somewhere visible."
"visible? hmm... i've always wanted a tattoo on the side of my body. do you think it would look good?"
upon hearing your suggestion, heeseung lowered his gaze to your body and instinctively bit his lower lip, his mind wandering elsewhere.
but he needed to control himself.
"heeseung?"
"o-oh h-hi yeah yeah! it's a great spot! so... let's go?"
you noticed his strange behavior, but didn't comment on it after all maybe he was just tired and his reasoning was slow.
but you swear you saw him nibble his lip with a small smirk. anyway!
"it's so beautiful here, so you. i'm glad everything worked out for you."
heeseung gave an awkward chuckle before sitting down in the chair to prepare all the materials.
"i'm glad you feel comfortable here, babe." he sighed, staring at you. "you know y/n, we went a long time without seeing each other, we don't even have that much time for this, but do you have a boyfriend?"
that question caught you by surprise.
very direct, very specific.
"no, i don't. why?"
heeseung smiled, opening the drawer where the items were kept to try to disguise a bit of the rogue face he carried with him.
"it's just curiosity."
"curiosity, huh? did you really call me here just to tattoo me or are there other intentions behind that little smile? evan lee, i'm noticing your advances on me, okay?"
heeseung laughed softly afterwards and crossed his tattooed arms, bringing his gaze back to you.
"i really want to tattoo you, but i'm not gonna lie y/n, i also want to suck you."
your eyes widened slightly at that phrase.
how could heeseung be so direct and act so normal at the same time? it was practically a gift. a dirty gift, but something to admire.
you didn't go out with men that much, you'd only been involved a few times with just one and even then it wasn't good at all because he was the type where only male pleasure matters.
heeseung, on the other hand, seemed to find pleasure in giving you pleasure, whether with his tongue, his fingers, or any way to make you groan and cum under his command.
"what? since when do you think about that?"
"since i tattooed the middle of your chest, angel. it gave me this crazy urge to see that tattoo again and i'll be honest, you're so fucking hot. if no man knew how to appreciate you, just know that i really want to."
his gaze burned in your direction intensely.
you knew you wouldn't regret it, especially since you'd already caught yourself thinking about him in specific situations.
the tattooed arms, the eyebrow piercing, the lip piercing, and the best of all... the piercing he had on his tongue.
suddenly you felt a crazy urge to know the feeling of being eaten out by someone who wears a tongue piercing.
"i... don't know what to say..."
heeseung huffed a laugh.
"you don't need to say anything. just let me take off your panties and you can call me whatever you want."
and like a true predator, heeseung moved the small table with the materials away, leaving only the table where you would lie down to get the tattoo, but right now it would serve another purpose.
he pulled you to sit on his lap while he was still settled in his chair and pulled you into a wet kiss, his tongue already searching for yours.
his hands squeezed your buttocks before one of them moved up to your neck, giving a light squeeze that made you groan against heeseung's mouth. he smiled at that and moved his hand down to your breast, massaging it with that slowness before playing with his thumb on your nipple.
moving the kisses down to your neck, he didn't hesitate to pull your shirt off your body, revealing your bra which didn't last a minute in place, finding the floor just like your shirt, and in a few seconds you were groaning softly with your breasts in heeseung's mouth.
everything was happening so fast, but that was because heeseung seemed starved.
you felt the bulge grow underneath you and to tease, you gave a significant grind over his covered and hard cock, making him groan with his mouth around your nipple.
"heeseung..."
your voice came out shaky as you felt his fingers play with your free nipple and for a moment you believed you were in a dream.
a dream you would never want to wake up from.
"the door isn't locked...heeseung...someone could come i-"
"adrenaline is my middle name, kitten. but if a locked door makes you feel safer, give me a second..."
he set you aside, getting up to go to the door, locking it and turning the sign to "closed" with a smirk.
intending to tease him, you unbuttoned your pants and let them drop down your legs, revealing your underwear.
this small act made heeseung almost lose his breath.
"you wouldn't..."
"not only would i, but i'm going to." you shot back, grabbing the elastic of your underwear before slowly pulling the thin fabric down. "you liked the view?"
if that's what he wanted, that's what you would give him.
"girl."
you lay down on the stretcher without breaking eye contact with heeseung, who followed you with his gaze, not missing a single movement.
and the moment you opened your legs, heeseung was already in front of you, sitting on the chair, holding your thighs to keep them apart.
"i didn't know you were the type to tease at this level, darling," he said, kissing the back of her thighs.
"i didn't know you wanted to fuck me so bad either, to the point of making up a tattoo just to suck me off."
heeseung huffed a laugh, staring at you one last time.
"i didn't make it up, the tattoo is going to happen. but after this..."
the moment his head lowered between your legs, you rolled your eyes, letting a groan escape involuntarily at the warm sensation of his tongue mixed with the coldness of his piercing hitting your clitoris dead on.
if it weren't for his hands holding your legs, you would have suffocated him.
"shit heeseung... it's good..."
the older one looked up with a smirk between his lips, sucking your pussy with an absurd thirst. it was like sugar on his tongue; your taste was sweet to him.
so sweet.
and he loved sweets.
your hand moved to his dark hair, gripping it tightly between your fingers like an anchor.
your head fell back and a loud groan echoed through the studio.
you were completely naked on top of his tattoo table while being sucked off as if you were the most delicious fruit he had ever tasted.
"why are you twitching so much, hm?" he asked, raising his head a little to look at you with his lips glistening. "is just my tongue not being enough? does your pussy need my fingers?"
"h-heeseung... i won't last..."
"you won't? what a shame. because i will."
"evan!"
you exclaimed loudly when you felt two fingers slowly enter you, making everything they touched wet.
heeseung smiled satisfied with the scene, lowering his head again to work with his tongue and fingers as if he were tattooing your pussy in the most pleasurable way possible.
his fingers were all tattooed, just like his back, his waist, his arms, and his neck. you found this extremely attractive and would swear you could cum just by watching him.
it wasn't an exaggeration.
heeseung thrust his fingers inside you with speed, sucking your clitoris on purpose because he knew the sensation the metal caused on your sensitive little spot.
he withdrew his fingers from inside you and began a frantic rubbing on the outside, leaving you wetter and wetter to the point of splashing to the sides.
"wow! look at that! so wet on my fingers, should i be flattered?"
you bit your bottom lip, feeling your eyes fill with tears of pleasure, but a little scream escaped when you felt heeseung literally slap your pussy before going back to thrusting into you with his fingers.
"answer me when i speak to you, hear me? come on, tell me, should i be flattered?"
"y-yeah...!"
"good girl."
he caressed your face with his free hand before delivering a slap. "just as i thought. you're a slut who likes to be told what to do. i'll take good care of you."
"holy fuck heeseung, you're good at this shit, damn..."
your hips started to move over the boy's tongue, and to help you with the sensation, heeseung withdrew his fingers from inside you again and penetrated his tongue into your pulsing entrance, making you close your legs a bit by impulse.
he held your legs up a bit, making your pussy tight, and started to thrust into you with his tongue, causing a pleasurable pressure on the swollen area.
it was erotic. delicious.
you felt like a real dirty slut in front of him. and that made you smile.
your hands went to your own breasts, squeezing them and massaging your hardened nipple, feeling your orgasm close.
heeseung knew you were going to cum. so he opened your legs again and went back to thrusting into you with his fingers, this time faster, using the dirtiest words to encourage you to cum for him.
"come on, little slut. cum for evan, hm? let him fuck you with his fingers until you tighten up and cum good, making everything wet."
that was the tipping point.
the moment every word reached your ear, that sensation began to surge through your body until your orgasm reached its peak, causing absolute chaos.
your uncontrolled groans.
your legs closing.
your eyes rolling.
your pussy tightening.
and heeseung replacing his fingers with his lips to suck you all over while you came, not leaving a single drop of your wetness behind.
when he finally left the area with a soft parting kiss, he stared at you, panting, with red lips and a heavy look of lust.
"like sugar on my tongue."
you closed your legs, spasms taking over your body, but still with a little smile on your lips.
"now i want to fuck you, with your pussy swallowing my dick. can i?" he asked, already unbuttoning his pants.
his underwear showed the wetness of the pre-cum that appeared while he watched you wide open for him to lick you.
"heeseung fuck me please forget about this tattoo today just fuck me i beg you..."
"shh... no need to beg, love. i want this as much as you do." he smiled. "now open your legs wide for your hee. let him make you cum as many times as you want. just use my dick y/n. i'm the one begging you."
i got a brush, give me your walls, and i'll paint.
SUGAR ON MY TONGUE?
pairing: tattooist heeseung x fem!reader
warming: +18 content. mature themes. explicit language. sexual content. sexual tension. suggestive scenes.
synopsis: when your tattoo artist friend asks to use you as guinea pig for his own art and you both end up discovering that it's not just a friendship after all.
kat's note: like sugar on his tongue thats it !! read the hot chapter listening to the song by nasty tyler, the creator hes proud of me i fucking know
...
it was late friday afternoon when you got home. barely sitting down on your couch to get some well-deserved rest, your phone buzzed with three messages, one right after the other.
maybe it was your boss asking for overtime or complaining about the most pointless thing, as usual.
except this time, it was a different notification. from someone you really liked.
evan: happy early evening baby
evan: hope you're not busy
evan: what do you think about dropping by my studio today?
you frowned as you read the messages and sat up on the couch, taking a deep breath to reply.
you: heeseung texting me? what a surprise
you: why go to your studio? did something happen?
it didn't take long for him to type back.
evan: nothing to worry about
evan: i just made a really beautiful stencil and thought it would look good on your skin. could i use you as a guinea pig for a few hours?
it wasn't just today that heeseung had been asking to tattoo you with some of his art. you never refused out of your own free will, but rather because your job sucked away your time and energy, and sometimes you felt like you didn't even have the right to enjoy anything.
but it was friday, it was still early, no work, no overtime, just a tempting proposal coming from your friend who made beautiful art and had a very attractive style in the tattoos he did.
you had three tattoos made by him. in fact, your friendship started from your first time going to his studio, scared and nervous for your very first tattoo.
you: ok i don't have anything to do anyway
you: right now?
evan: yeah rn! do you want me to call an uber?
you: i'm just going to take a shower and eat something i just got home from work
evan: no rush sweetie let me know when you're ready
heeseung was a twenty-four-year-old guy who worked as a tattoo artist and was very well known because of his work — and his looks.
on social media, everyone pointed out how handsome and attractive he was, and you couldn’t disagree. you thought it was absurd that a guy like him didn’t have a girlfriend.
you didn’t take long in the shower and ate something light before letting him know you were ready.
the uber didn’t take long either, and soon you were arriving at his studio. organized, beautiful, it was located on the third floor of a commercial building in a very good area since it was close to everything.
when you walked in, soft background music was playing at a pleasant low volume, and behind a desk was heeseung, scrolling on his phone.
“did you renovate this place? i don’t remember it looking like this the last time.”
he looked up in your direction and broke into a wide smile, setting his phone down on the desk before standing up to pull you into a tight hug, making you laugh.
“i missed you so much! damn, you look so fucking pretty..."
"and you still have a dirty mouth." him raise his hands in surrender. "so? how have you been and what brought my presence here?"
"i'm fine, baby. better now i confess and let's go to my desk. i made a really beautiful piece of art"
he held her hand with his tattoo-covered arm and guided her to his desk where there were a few papers and a really beautiful artwork of a dragon covered in flowers.
"what do you think?"
"heeseung this is beautiful my god you're so talented"
he smiled and scratched the back of his neck.
"you liked it? i was thinking about tattooing it on you. i'll let you choose the placement, since it's a medium-sized tattoo, i suggest somewhere visible."
"visible? hmm... i've always wanted a tattoo on the side of my body. do you think it would look good?"
upon hearing your suggestion, heeseung lowered his gaze to your body and instinctively bit his lower lip, his mind wandering elsewhere.
but he needed to control himself.
"heeseung?"
"o-oh h-hi yeah yeah! it's a great spot! so... let's go?"
you noticed his strange behavior, but didn't comment on it after all maybe he was just tired and his reasoning was slow.
but you swear you saw him nibble his lip with a small smirk. anyway!
"it's so beautiful here, so you. i'm glad everything worked out for you."
heeseung gave an awkward chuckle before sitting down in the chair to prepare all the materials.
"i'm glad you feel comfortable here, babe." he sighed, staring at you. "you know y/n, we went a long time without seeing each other, we don't even have that much time for this, but do you have a boyfriend?"
that question caught you by surprise.
very direct, very specific.
"no, i don't. why?"
heeseung smiled, opening the drawer where the items were kept to try to disguise a bit of the rogue face he carried with him.
"it's just curiosity."
"curiosity, huh? did you really call me here just to tattoo me or are there other intentions behind that little smile? evan lee, i'm noticing your advances on me, okay?"
heeseung laughed softly afterwards and crossed his tattooed arms, bringing his gaze back to you.
"i really want to tattoo you, but i'm not gonna lie y/n, i also want to suck you."
your eyes widened slightly at that phrase.
how could heeseung be so direct and act so normal at the same time? it was practically a gift. a dirty gift, but something to admire.
you didn't go out with men that much, you'd only been involved a few times with just one and even then it wasn't good at all because he was the type where only male pleasure matters.
heeseung, on the other hand, seemed to find pleasure in giving you pleasure, whether with his tongue, his fingers, or any way to make you groan and cum under his command.
"what? since when do you think about that?"
"since i tattooed the middle of your chest, angel. it gave me this crazy urge to see that tattoo again and i'll be honest, you're so fucking hot. if no man knew how to appreciate you, just know that i really want to."
his gaze burned in your direction intensely.
you knew you wouldn't regret it, especially since you'd already caught yourself thinking about him in specific situations.
the tattooed arms, the eyebrow piercing, the lip piercing, and the best of all... the piercing he had on his tongue.
suddenly you felt a crazy urge to know the feeling of being eaten out by someone who wears a tongue piercing.
"i... don't know what to say..."
heeseung huffed a laugh.
"you don't need to say anything. just let me take off your panties and you can call me whatever you want."
and like a true predator, heeseung moved the small table with the materials away, leaving only the table where you would lie down to get the tattoo, but right now it would serve another purpose.
he pulled you to sit on his lap while he was still settled in his chair and pulled you into a wet kiss, his tongue already searching for yours.
his hands squeezed your buttocks before one of them moved up to your neck, giving a light squeeze that made you groan against heeseung's mouth. he smiled at that and moved his hand down to your breast, massaging it with that slowness before playing with his thumb on your nipple.
moving the kisses down to your neck, he didn't hesitate to pull your shirt off your body, revealing your bra which didn't last a minute in place, finding the floor just like your shirt, and in a few seconds you were groaning softly with your breasts in heeseung's mouth.
everything was happening so fast, but that was because heeseung seemed starved.
you felt the bulge grow underneath you and to tease, you gave a significant grind over his covered and hard cock, making him groan with his mouth around your nipple.
"heeseung..."
your voice came out shaky as you felt his fingers play with your free nipple and for a moment you believed you were in a dream.
a dream you would never want to wake up from.
"the door isn't locked...heeseung...someone could come i-"
"adrenaline is my middle name, kitten. but if a locked door makes you feel safer, give me a second..."
he set you aside, getting up to go to the door, locking it and turning the sign to "closed" with a smirk.
intending to tease him, you unbuttoned your pants and let them drop down your legs, revealing your underwear.
this small act made heeseung almost lose his breath.
"you wouldn't..."
"not only would i, but i'm going to." you shot back, grabbing the elastic of your underwear before slowly pulling the thin fabric down. "you liked the view?"
if that's what he wanted, that's what you would give him.
"girl."
you lay down on the stretcher without breaking eye contact with heeseung, who followed you with his gaze, not missing a single movement.
and the moment you opened your legs, heeseung was already in front of you, sitting on the chair, holding your thighs to keep them apart.
"i didn't know you were the type to tease at this level, darling," he said, kissing the back of her thighs.
"i didn't know you wanted to fuck me so bad either, to the point of making up a tattoo just to suck me off."
heeseung huffed a laugh, staring at you one last time.
"i didn't make it up, the tattoo is going to happen. but after this..."
the moment his head lowered between your legs, you rolled your eyes, letting a groan escape involuntarily at the warm sensation of his tongue mixed with the coldness of his piercing hitting your clitoris dead on.
if it weren't for his hands holding your legs, you would have suffocated him.
"shit heeseung... it's good..."
the older one looked up with a smirk between his lips, sucking your pussy with an absurd thirst. it was like sugar on his tongue; your taste was sweet to him.
so sweet.
and he loved sweets.
your hand moved to his dark hair, gripping it tightly between your fingers like an anchor.
your head fell back and a loud groan echoed through the studio.
you were completely naked on top of his tattoo table while being sucked off as if you were the most delicious fruit he had ever tasted.
"why are you twitching so much, hm?" he asked, raising his head a little to look at you with his lips glistening. "is just my tongue not being enough? does your pussy need my fingers?"
"h-heeseung... i won't last..."
"you won't? what a shame. because i will."
"evan!"
you exclaimed loudly when you felt two fingers slowly enter you, making everything they touched wet.
heeseung smiled satisfied with the scene, lowering his head again to work with his tongue and fingers as if he were tattooing your pussy in the most pleasurable way possible.
his fingers were all tattooed, just like his back, his waist, his arms, and his neck. you found this extremely attractive and would swear you could cum just by watching him.
it wasn't an exaggeration.
heeseung thrust his fingers inside you with speed, sucking your clitoris on purpose because he knew the sensation the metal caused on your sensitive little spot.
he withdrew his fingers from inside you and began a frantic rubbing on the outside, leaving you wetter and wetter to the point of splashing to the sides.
"wow! look at that! so wet on my fingers, should i be flattered?"
you bit your bottom lip, feeling your eyes fill with tears of pleasure, but a little scream escaped when you felt heeseung literally slap your pussy before going back to thrusting into you with his fingers.
"answer me when i speak to you, hear me? come on, tell me, should i be flattered?"
"y-yeah...!"
"good girl."
he caressed your face with his free hand before delivering a slap. "just as i thought. you're a slut who likes to be told what to do. i'll take good care of you."
"holy fuck heeseung, you're good at this shit, damn..."
your hips started to move over the boy's tongue, and to help you with the sensation, heeseung withdrew his fingers from inside you again and penetrated his tongue into your pulsing entrance, making you close your legs a bit by impulse.
he held your legs up a bit, making your pussy tight, and started to thrust into you with his tongue, causing a pleasurable pressure on the swollen area.
it was erotic. delicious.
you felt like a real dirty slut in front of him. and that made you smile.
your hands went to your own breasts, squeezing them and massaging your hardened nipple, feeling your orgasm close.
heeseung knew you were going to cum. so he opened your legs again and went back to thrusting into you with his fingers, this time faster, using the dirtiest words to encourage you to cum for him.
"come on, little slut. cum for evan, hm? let him fuck you with his fingers until you tighten up and cum good, making everything wet."
that was the tipping point.
the moment every word reached your ear, that sensation began to surge through your body until your orgasm reached its peak, causing absolute chaos.
your uncontrolled groans.
your legs closing.
your eyes rolling.
your pussy tightening.
and heeseung replacing his fingers with his lips to suck you all over while you came, not leaving a single drop of your wetness behind.
when he finally left the area with a soft parting kiss, he stared at you, panting, with red lips and a heavy look of lust.
"like sugar on my tongue."
you closed your legs, spasms taking over your body, but still with a little smile on your lips.
"now i want to fuck you, with your pussy swallowing my dick. can i?" he asked, already unbuttoning his pants.
his underwear showed the wetness of the pre-cum that appeared while he watched you wide open for him to lick you.
"heeseung fuck me please forget about this tattoo today just fuck me i beg you..."
"shh... no need to beg, love. i want this as much as you do." he smiled. "now open your legs wide for your hee. let him make you cum as many times as you want. just use my dick y/n. i'm the one begging you."

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...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.
"Now," he continued, "I want you to sit on my face. I'm going to eat you out, and I need your thighs to suffocate me."
hi babys im going to write a tattoo artist lee heeseung one shot cause i dreamed about it and my work is such a bore today lets go
...𝑅𝐸𝐼𝑁 𝑅𝐴𝑈𝑆
pairing: bad enjin x fem!reader
warming: +18 content. creampie. mature themes. explicit language. sexual content. emotional tension. arguments. suggestive scenes.
synopsis: in the middle of a fight inside an abandoned warehouse in the dead of night, enjin decided to shift the confrontation in a different direction. he noticed how you let your guard down the moment he ended up shirtless, revealing his massive tattoos.
kat's note: yeah bitches i was listening to rammstein and i think the would totally have hard sex to this music so let's go !!
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you and enjin were a bad idea. everyone knew it.
not just because you were enemies who always ended up clashing somehow — even being part of the same group didn't stop you from fighting.
definitely not.
but anyone looking in from the outside could notice that sexual tension between two adults who just can't stand each other.
"you really never learn, do you, enjin? always acting with that fake personality." you let out a breathy laugh. "you're lucky you're known all over this city."
"why? would you kill me if I were just some random bitch?" he shot back, drawing smoke from the cigarette between his lips.
"exactly."
enjin laughed, shaking his head, and stared at you with sarcastic eyes — you could easily read the intention behind that teasing little face.
"you can kill me. i'm not stopping you."
"and have a bunch of kids after me later, wanting to avenge the death of their beloved umbrella-bearer? no fun in that."
"don't talk about umbreaker that way, girl. i'm older than you. you should respect me."
You crossed your arms.
"respect you? definitely not. we're on this mission because zanka hates me and he knows i hate you too."
"mission?" enjin laughed. "i don't see it as a mission. and babe, you've been hated since the day you were born. otherwise, you wouldn't be down here."
talking to enjin was like a buildup of pure stress inside you and it always irritated you more than it should.
you were stuck in that warehouse and your only thought was tearing enjin's head off. but if you did that, the whole group would hunt you down to take your head in revenge for their beloved leader.
"i don't get it... you're an idiot, cynical, sarcastic, and yet everyone still likes you. what is your problem, enjin?"
"correction: what is your problem, y/n?" he tossed his half-smoked cigarette and crushed it under his heavy boot. "why have you been harboring all this hatred for me? i don't remember ever doing anything to you..."
He began to walk slowly toward you.
"or could that be exactly it?" he laughed. "if i did something to you, would you finally get this idea of killing me out of your head?"
"what are you talking about?"
"you know. nobody in our group is your type. at least, i've never seen you with anyone. i find that curious."
"i have zero sexual interest in you, you know? i look at a man who sleeps with more than five women as something filthy."
enjin let out a loud laugh and closed the distance more quickly, stopping just inches away from you, making you step back and draw a knife from your waist.
"woah! easy there, no weapons. and a knife is never going to be enough to kill me." enjin raised his hands in surrender.
"get away from me!"
"not until you listen to me." he lowered his arms. "how are you so sure i hook up with that many women? and don't tell me someone told you. nobody knows anything about my life when I'm alone."
you stared at him in silence, your knife still pointed in his direction as you listened to his words, though with a look of pure disgust because you didn't trust a single thing coming out of his mouth.
he could be being ironic, or simply trying to play the victim.
"listen, y/n... i'm a very calm guy. i usually avoid trouble. but when trouble comes looking for me..."
in one swift movement, enjin grabbed your arm, forcing you to drop the knife, and pulled your face close to his.
"...i can't just walk away. and you've got a pretty filthy mouth for a girl who's only twenty."
"let me go!" with a sharp punch to the side of the taller man's face, he was forced to let her go to bring his hand up to the spot.
"what the fuck, girl..." he glared at her. "why are you so difficult?"
"and should I be easy? for what? so you can use me and toss me aside like you seem to do with every woman you get involved with?"
"you don't have a single source for that, stop pushing that argument. and why did you get so pissed off, huh? you said you had zero sexual interest in me."
"and i don't! enjin, goddammit! just leave me alone!"
enjin watched you lose your mind in silence and then decided it was best to stop.
the two of you were in a fucking stressful situation and it wasn't smart to trigger more conflict, or both of you really would end up killing each other.
"as you wish, princess!"
he stepped away from you, turning his back, but something caught your attention — and you would never know if he did it on purpose or simply because the heat in the room suddenly became unbearable.
enjin first removed the massive jacket he was wearing, and then his reddish t-shirt, revealing his far-from-minimalist tattoos. it was absurd how, despite being chaotic, they all looked perfectly symmetrical.
miserable. motherfucker.
that was all you could think when his back was exposed, covered by the design that ran across his broad shoulders, went down his strong arms, swept quickly across his chest, and ended on the back of his hand.
"just one more thing, you shouldn't b—" enjin cut himself off the moment he turned around and noticed your eyes locked onto him. "zero sexual interest, you said?"
you were caught off guard when enjin suddenly turned toward you and in a failed attempt to look away, you were caught staring at him blatantly.
your mind wasn't helping you.
you were thinking a thousand things at once about enjin, and all of them felt like a sin to you.
he stepped closer again, running his hand over his exposed torso with that damn smirk.
"like what you see?" that typical line. "you're adorable, y/n. i'm starting to think this hate of yours for me is just a facade to hide your true desire."
when he was close enough to touch you, he first checked to see if you would pull back again — and this time, you stayed.
"can you see it? you're lying to yourself about me. you're trying to convince yourself that I'm not a good guy, when in reality, your mind is begging over and over in desperation for me to fuck you like a whore. am i right?"
your knife was on the floor, your hands no longer seemed to obey your commands and your feet felt as if they had been nailed to the ground.
and worst of all: enjin had hit the nail right on the head.
you wanted to hate yourself, hate enjin, hate the life you led in that place, but not everything seemed so bad when you had a tall, tattooed, strong man who, god, was teasing you in such a sinful way.
and you weren't even religious.
"enjin, we're trapped in this abandoned place. we're lucky to even have electricity here. stop implying these things..."
"implying what exactly? are you telling me this isn't a good place for us to fuck?" he huffed a laugh. "nonsense."
he took your hand without breaking eye contact, slowly leading it toward his own chest. he could feel your hand trembling, sending a jolt of arousal through him.
"come..."
your palm brushed against his warm, slightly sweaty skin, painted with black and red tattoos that contrasted with his skin tone.
he guided your hand lower, passing over his defined abs, and soon you felt his slight erection, which grew as your hand massaged the area covered by the thick cargo pants under his guidance.
"has any man ever made you feel like this, hm? doesn't look like it to me. that lost, turned-on little face of yours is a temptation, girl."
enjin pressed your hand against his member and you opened your mouth to say something, but lost your words when you realized just how hard he was; consequently, you imagined every single inch going inside you.
"enjin, i don't—"
"shh."
he took his hand off yours and brought it up to the side of your face.
"we have nothing to lose. there's a way to take out your hatred for me that is much more worth it than killing me."
enjin brought his hand up to his neck, applying a light pressure before closing the distance between you entirely. Without further ado, your lips met in a dangerous clash — as if signing a pact with the devil.
it wasn't a timid kiss, nor was it a gentle one. It was wet, sharp, and burning.
the taste of nicotine and refreshing gum in enjin's mouth only motivated you to keep up with his movements, your tongue fighting for space against his.
and it was at that exact moment that you realized life wasn't just about hating a man and thinking everything was fine.
with the hand that had been on your waist, he slid up your stomach — slightly exposed by your cropped shirt— reaching one of your breasts underneath the fabric, covering the area with his large hand.
you gasped slightly mid-kiss but you didn't dare pull away.
"see how much you like it?!" he said between kisses, moving his lips down your jawline to your neck in wet kisses. "why hate me, right? i can make you come whenever you're stressed... just like i plan to do right now."
"there's no place to do this here, enjin..."
"everywhere is a place. this huge space is a great place for it. I can put you on my lap, pin you against the wall, or simply fuck you standing up just the way you are. don't try to make excuses, baby."
paying more attention to your neck, enjin pulled up your shirt, exposing more of your breasts — the space between them tattooed and one of them adorned with a small silver piercing. after all, you didn't shy away from tattoos either; you loved them.
at the sight of this, enjin bit his own lower lip as if he were starving.
"holy shit, girl! i've always had a thing for tattooed women, but this right here is too much. you're a fucking little box of surprises."
he held you firmly by the waist and lowered his neck a bit to reach the breast with the piercing, lightly sucking on the area around the jewelry, murmuring a groan as he felt your nipple harden in his mouth.
you, in turn, leaned against his broad shoulders, feeling how soft yet agile and hot his tongue was.
a soft groan escaped your lips, reaching enjin's ears like a fresh breeze, encouraging him to keep going.
but he wanted more. and so did you.
it didn't take long before your shorts were off your body and the fabric of your panties was pushed aside, while two of enjin's fingers got wet in your pussy, which was dripping like nectar.
he had great motor coordination, working his fingers and his tongue on your nipple with skill.
you could only groan, but you still kept it quiet out of fear that someone might hear — even though you were the only living souls there, as if fate had planned everything out for you.
"enjin, I'm going to lose it!"
he stopped the movements of his tongue but kept up the rhythm of his fingers in wet thrusts, lifting his head to look at you.
"it's just my fingers, girl. if you're like this with only two fingers, what do you think about three?"
without giving you time to question him, enjin added the third finger, making you groan louder, your legs nearly giving out as he held you up.
"look at how you're soaking my fingers... so drenched. are you going to get my dick this wet too, hm? Make it all slippery while i thrust into you like this, hm?"
enjin accelerated the finger thrusts, making you squirt— a highly erotic and exciting sight in the man's eyes.
"oh my fucking god..." you rasped, digging your nails into enjin's shoulders and closing your eyes tightly. "i'm gonna cum..."
"not on my fingers, kitten. if you want to cum, i'd rather it be on my cock."
with that, he roughly pulled his fingers out of you, making you shiver as your wetness dripped down your thighs.
he brought his own fingers to his mouth to taste a bit of you before kneeling down in front of you, fitting his mouth between your legs with one of your thighs resting over his tattooed shoulder.
he sucked you off fast but enough to make you whimper and beg to cum.
he wasn't going to allow it. not right now.
"tell me... how intense is your hate for me, hm?"
you opened your mouth to answer but whimpered right after, feeling tears well up in your eyes.
"e-enjin, i—aaww..."
"answer my question."
and once again you whimpered, gripping his arms.
this was the effect enjin's dick sliding slowly in and out of your pussy was having on you.
"i... very intense... i hate you!" you said between needy groans.
enjin let out a laugh and thrust into you harder, going deeper than he had planned.
"bitch." he gripped your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him. "you hate me so much and yet here you are, squeezing my dick with this wet little pussy. What do you think about that?"
without letting you answer again, enjin accelerated his movements, bringing with them an absurd wave of pleasure that made both of you groan loudly in that warehouse.
the fact that they were in a "public place" turned the tattooed man on.
the umbreaker was cast aside for the first time, acting as a witness to that almost profane act happening right in front of it.
enjin picked you up, intertwining your legs around his waist and thrust into you with more brutality, making you squirt all over him again.
he slapped your ass, squeezing it right after, followed by a slap to your face that made you bite your lower lip with a naughty little smile.
he was strong, so holding you in that position was perfect.
"look at your face, you slutty little bitch who loves being dominated like this."
he squeezed your ass, thrusting deeper into your already swollen pussy. "whore!"
about to cum, you hugged enjin tightly, letting him fuck you nonstop because you knew that if you came, he would stop—even though you didn't want him to.
but you were wrong.
at your first orgasm, enjin smirked as he felt your body tremble with violent spasms, slowing his movements just enough to guide your pleasure-limp body to a nearby wall.
as for him, he was drunk on lust.
"fucking delicious pussy, let me fuck you a little more and then i'm gonna cum inside you."
"i-inside me?"
with that said, snjin put his dick back inside you and started thrusting against the freezing wall with one of your legs lifted.
you groaned loudly, your head slumped against his shoulder.
"my pussy is gonna break, enjiiinn, fuck...!"
That wet sound from the back-and-forth movements, which seemed like they would never end, brought an intense aroma of sex into the room.
sweat dripped down both of their burning skin; if they were caught by surprise right now, they would barely have time to explain themselves.
zanka was probably looking for them, but as long as he didn't find them, you two were raising hell on earth.
enjin brushed away a few strands of hair sticking to your face; with one hand he squeezed your neck, and with the other, he let go of your leg to slide his middle finger into your mouth, and you immediately started to suck on it, muffling your groans.
the man's hot mouth moved to your ear, letting out husky groans that made your pussy twitch around enjin's throbbing dick, sending a shiver through the older man's body.
"no woman has ever clenched down on my dick like this, fuck!"
you kept sucking on his finger until you felt him leave a hard hickey on the side of your neck. then, he pulled his finger out of your mouth and brought it down to your swollen clitoris, stimulating it while continuing to choke you and thrust.
"am i treating you the way a whore deserves to be treated? or are you gonna fall in love with me and cry to cum for me again?"
"i will never fall in love with you! and the one who's gonna want hmmm... more of my tight pussy is gonna be you!"
enjin let out a shaky laugh and started to thrust into you hard—not fast, but hard enough to make both of you groan loudly as another orgasm hit you.
"i'm gonna fucking cum, i'm gonna fill you with my cum, i—awwwww"
enjin's words were cut off by an intense orgasm that made him tremble from head to toe, filling you up inside with his warm liquid.
both of you needed a moment to recover, feeling the warm sweat drip down your bodies while sharing your accelerated breathing.
your heart was beating just as fast as enjin's, and it took him a few seconds to slowly pull out of you, as if wanting to feel that sensation one last time.
"you're actually pretty good. next time, when we're in a more suitable place, i'll let you go on top," he commented, putting his shirt back on and fixing his pants.
"next time? already thinking about that?" you laughed, buttoning your shorts and adjusting your shirt. "i thought the plan was not to fall in love."
"i'm not in love, idiot. but i won't lie, you're fucking delicious."
enjin lit a cigarette, retrieving the umbreaker that had been forgotten for a while. he needed to smoke because he was feeling a bit weak from the orgasm.
when you least expected it, the door swung open with a loud thud, drawing both of your attention to the entrance.
"ah, jesus! you're alive!"
enjin blew out the smoke and flashed a small smirk.
"we are very much alive. nobody killed each other. where were you, zanka?"
"looking for you! i searched the whole city. How long have you guys been here?"
"five hours, maybe?" enjin replied, taking another drag.
"and no fight broke out?" zanka frowned, staring at you.
you were still a bit breathless, sweaty, and slightly dazed, but you flashed him a little smile.
"it's way too hot in here to waste time on someone like enjin. i just want to leave already."
"sure, sure! let's go. rudo was already digging your grave, enjin. don't ever disappear like that again."
both guys started walking ahead, but it took you a moment to catch up. not because you couldn't walk.
but because your pussy was bubbling with enjin's cum dripping down.
𝑺𝑾𝑰𝑴𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑶𝑶𝑳𝑺 — 𝑱𝑱𝑲
— bad popular jungkook X fem!reader
⚠︎ this is a warning! never accept a drink from a bad boy. especially if you’re at jeon jungkook’s house ⚠︎
SYNOPSIS: during a party jungkook's house the rich and popular boy on campus, you tried to isolate yourself by the poolside but ended up becoming jeon's target. he offered you a purple drink (energy drink mixed with vodka) and the only thing you could picture after one sip was the boy with his face between your thighs drowning in your wetness.
Pairing: jungkook x reader, leader reader.
Warmings: smut fic. creampie. horny jk. sexual content explicit. drugs & alcohol mentioned.
mentioned: katseye's lara and megan.
kat's note: hi there. this is my first time writing something about jungkook set in my teenage years. i’m nervous but maybe i went a little too hard on this one. i didn’t come up with this theme alone, my boyfriend helped me because he’s obsessed with kendrick lamar. so yeah xoxo <3
Parties were never really your thing — especially when they happened at some rich college kid’s mansion.
But your friends liked them, and they hated leaving you out of the week’s plans.
Even when those plans involved parties.
“How many times do I have to say I still think this is a bad idea?” you muttered, adjusting yourself in the backseat of the Uber beside your two friends.
Lara and Megan.
“And why would it be a bad idea?” Lara shot back with a giggle. “Relax. There’ll be plenty of cute guys there… including the owner of the house.”
Jeon Jungkook. Just hearing his name sent a chill down your spine. Not because you hated him or anything. Saying his name smelled like cigarettes, liquor, money, and sex. A lot of sex.
A sigh slipped past your lips.
“Just this once, y/n. We promise we’ll stay with you, okay?”
The purest lie.
The second you stepped inside the house, you found yourself alone. Alone in the middle of bottles scattered everywhere, half-finished drinks, people making out shamelessly, and familiar faces from campus.
The house was huge — ridiculously luxurious. You wondered if Jungkook was brave enough to throw a party like this in his own home. It would be insane if someone broke something or trashed the rooms for one night of fun.
Or maybe you were just being uptight.
You pushed through the crowd, giving up on finding Lara or Megan, until the shimmer of the pool in the backyard caught your eye. It looked peaceful.
A few people were hanging around there, talking, drinking, while some iconic 2000s song blasted through the speakers.
“At least there’s oxygen out here…” you breathed in deeply and sighed. “I don’t even know why I keep trying to believe this is gonna be fun.”
Giving your surroundings a quick scan, you decided to sit on a lounge chair tucked away in a dark corner near the edge of the pool, glowing under a purple light.
It was the most livable place to be at the moment — though what you really wanted was your bed immediately.
You pulled out your phone and spent a good part of the party there, hidden away and distracting yourself with your screen. The clock read 2:30 a.m. and everything was still the same. Noise, the smell of alcohol, drunk people, loud laughter. And you stayed in your own little world, trying to seem invisible to everyone there.
But not quite unnoticed.
A strong masculine fragrance filled the space around you, and before you even looked up to see who was approaching, a voice cut through.
“Why are you hiding out here? Did someone do something to you?”
Jungkook.
Your eyes left your phone screen, and in the dim lighting by the pool, you could make out his bright eyes, the silver gleam of his piercings, and his skin glowing against the purple reflection from the water.
Jungkook wore a loose jacket slipping off his shoulders enough to show his tattoos, and you had to admit — he was really handsome. Too handsome.
And he was holding a red cup filled with something.
“Oh… hi, Jungkook. I just wanted to be alone, nobody did anything.” You adjusted your posture. “It’s just my friends vanished off the face of the earth.”
Jeon let out a soft laugh and nodded, sitting down on the ground beside you.
“You’re not really into parties, right? First time at my place?”
You nodded.
“Yes and yes. They insisted a lot that I come, and I kinda thought you were some sort of celebrity on top of being the popular guy at college.”
He laughed louder this time, and his laugh was unexpectedly pleasant.
“That’s almost true. But don’t refer to me as just the popular guy — I’m more than that and, well…” he grinned. “Since it’s your first time here, I should welcome you.”
You laughed.
“Welcome to the Jeon mansion. I live alone and I have a dog named Bam,” he continued.
“Wait… you leave your dog here with all this noise?”
“Oh, no, no. I leave him at a friend’s house who also hates parties. I’m not irresponsible on that level.”
Jungkook was oddly specific. You didn’t remember meeting another guy like him before. Even with the motorcycle, the money, the tattoos, the piercings, and the whole party-host thing… he was still specific.
And kind of funny, somehow.
“That’s a relief. I live alone too, and I have a kitten — she’s only four months old.”
He made a little aww sound and smiled wide.
A brief silence settled between you after exchanging a few more words, and your gaze drifted to the cup in his hand. You pointed at it with your chin.
“What are you drinking?”
Jungkook looked at the cup, then back at you.
“Vodka mixed with purple Monster. Don’t remember the flavor. Grape, maybe?” He took a small sip.
You frowned.
“That’s going to kill you in your sleep. You could have a heart attack.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened and he stared at the cup again.
“I… I’ve heard that before but from my mom,” he said with a soft laugh. “Ya, don’t worry. I’ve been drinking this since I was nineteen and I haven’t died yet.”
He took another sip, a longer one this time.
“Yet.”
“Do you want me to die or something?” he asked playfully, looking at you with a teasing little smile.
“Definitely not. But that thing smells way too sickly. I’m the one who’s gonna end up dying.”
Jeon let out a laugh, the two silver piercings on his lower lip catching the light.
He took another sip before extending the red cup toward you.
“Try it.”
Your body tensed at how close his arm suddenly was, the scent of the drink hitting you stronger. You frowned, staring at him for a moment, and he urged you on with that same smile.
At the few parties you’d been to, you’d never had anything spiked or strong enough to actually get you drunk—more alive, more reckless. You didn’t know that feeling.
The feeling of your head spinning, spinning, spinning, while the music in the background grows louder.
And the offer coming from Jeon Jungkook of all people left you completely confused. You had felt invisible just moments ago, unnoticed by the most popular guy around—but now he looked at you like a predator locking onto its prey.
Like a fox. Clever. Careful.
“Don’t want it? That’s fine.” He started to pull his arm back. “I’m not gonna force you to dri—”
Without a word, you snatched the cup from his hand and took long gulps, not even giving yourself the chance to taste it. It was cold, a large cube of ice clinking inside, the fizz of the energy drink mixing with the bitter bite of vodka.
The drink spilled down the corner of your lips, and when you finished, you handed the now-empty cup back to Jungkook, who stared at you wide-eyed.
“Girl, what the hell was that?” he laughed loudly, looking at the empty cup with its lonely piece of ice. “I should warn you that’s not fucking juice.”
Breathing a little heavier, you met his gaze and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
“It’s good…”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
“Want more? I can make you another one and I won’t put anything weird in it, don’t worry. I just wanna get you out of that dark corner.”
He got up from the ground and held out his hand for you to stand from the lounge chair.
It felt wrong—but if everything always felt wrong, then nothing would ever feel right.
You were at a party, after all. The host himself was giving you more attention than your own friends. You didn’t have much to lose — and the drink was actually good.
“Okay.” You took the hand of his tattooed arm. “But Jungkook…”
“Hm?”
Now standing beside him, he didn’t seem nearly as intimidating as he did on campus. Maybe you had misjudged Jeon Jungkook this whole time.
“Won’t people… think it’s weird?”
“Weird? What do you mean weird? You drinking? That’s the most normal thing at a party, pretty.”
You sighed.
“That’s not it. It’s just… you’re popular, and maybe being seen with a girl like me might start rumors.”
“Would that be bad for you?” he turned to face you. “Would it make you uncomfortable?”
You opened your mouth to answer, but ended up just shaking your head slowly.
Jungkook smiled.
“Then that’s it. Ignore everyone. If I have to kick everyone out of here just to make you feel okay, I will.”
That sounded strangely appealing.
You didn’t know his real intentions. You didn’t know him well enough to say he secretly had a crush on you — that would be ridiculous. Or would he really throw everyone out of his own house for your sake?
You had never been that close… so why would he do that? Why did your feelings suddenly matter?
Your thoughts snapped back into place, and when you realized, you were already following him inside his house. Loud music, people drowning out their own problems, the smell of weed and cigarettes, others using things in the background and Jeon Jungkook moving ahead of you toward the kitchen.
It felt like some kind of underworld, but you didn’t care about that. You cared about him.
A small smile slowly formed on your lips, and in the distance, you spotted Megan and Lara distracted with three other people. They had no idea who was paying attention to you now.
“Does the noise bother you?” he asked, pulling two bottles from the massive fridge.
“A little…” you stepped in, eyes scanning every detail. “The music annoys me. How do people even like this?”
“Yeah, I get that. If my playlist were playing, I’d definitely be the DJ.”
You both laughed, and he started fixing a drink on the counter, cluttered with cans, bottles—and some white residue.
“Fucking hell. Doing coke on my counter? What the fuck.”
He muttered under his breath, exhaling sharply.
“Mind holding these bottles while I clean this up? I don’t want you touching that shit.”
You didn’t question it—you just did as he asked. He grabbed some paper towels and carefully wiped down the counter. Careful enough for you to notice just how strong he was.
He complained about the heat, and to your surprise, he shrugged off his jacket—revealing tattoos covering his entire arm, his broad back, and a white tank top that clung tightly to his torso.
“I didn’t know you had that many tattoos.”
Jungkook glanced at you with a grin.
“Think I overdid it?”
“Mhm. You should get more. They suit you.”
He held your gaze for a few seconds, then nodded, taking the bottles back from your hands.
“Maybe.”
Jungkook prepared everything carefully, always warning you not to overdo it. He didn’t stay out of it himself. downing drinks in one go, ignoring his own advice.
It didn’t take long before both of you were tipsy, dancing together on the makeshift dance floor in the middle of his huge living room. “Party Monster” by The Weeknd started playing, bringing a wave of excited screams and reddish lights with it.
You looked around, distracted, your vision slightly slow from the alcohol in your system. And that was when Jeon Jungkook pulled you by the waist and, without giving you time to think, pressed his lips to yours in a firm kiss, sharing more of that sweet, addictive taste that had already clouded your mind.
Without trying to pull away or resist, you melted into his soft lips, that faint metallic hint from his piercing lingering between you.
You never imagined you’d be kissing Jeon Jungkook in the middle of so many people, but there you were—gripping the strands of hair at the nape of his neck tightly.
His hand slid up until it found your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gasp against his wet lips. Your eyes met under the red lighting, and you could’ve sworn you saw a completely different expression from the one you had witnessed earlier by the pool.
"Is the noise bothering you now? Say yes..." he murmured, burying his face in the side of your neck and leaving wet kisses along your skin.
You closed your eyes, feeling your body threaten to melt in Jeon’s arms, but you kept yourself under control.
"No, Jungkook… I can’t do anything with you with this many people here."
Thinking Jungkook would give up, you let out a quiet sigh, slightly regretting what you had said. You even imagined him leaving you alone again.
But this was his house.
And when he wanted something, he got it.
"That’s exactly the motivation I needed to kick everyone out. Won’t take long, baby."
He lightly nipped at your skin before heading toward the DJ area, taking your curious gaze with him. Everyone seemed to ignore your presence after you’d just kissed Jungkook—simply because they were all caught up in their own worlds.
However, Jungkook had other plans for how the night would end.
He signaled for the DJ to cut the music, and as soon as the loud sound stopped, a chorus of boos erupted toward the booth. Jungkook wasn’t intimidated; he simply grabbed the microphone, a subtle mischievous smile playing on his lips as he began his act.
"I need everyone to leave my house immediately! The party’s over! The police are coming!"
Your eyes widened, your heart racing.
"What the hell is he—"
As Jeon’s voice echoed throughout the house, a small chaos broke out. Screams, running, laughter, drunk people being dragged along—everyone seemed to appear from random corners of the house.
You pressed yourself against a wall to avoid being knocked over.
He repeated, "The police are coming!" five more times before the sounds of motorcycles, cars, and rushing footsteps began to fade into the distance.
Within minutes, the house fell completely silent. What had once been filled with young adults was now scattered with bottles, cans, confetti, shoes, pieces of clothing, and even abandoned phones.
The DJ was the last to leave, calm and unbothered—he was Jungkook’s friend and knew he just wanted everyone gone.
"Are you insane?" you asked when you realized it was just the two of you left.
"Hmm… I admit it. Maybe." He raised his hands in mock surrender.
"What if those people get into accidents? No one’s sober, Jungkook."
"I don’t give a two fucks about those people. Relax. Just say ‘police’ and any idiot sobers up."
He shrugged and slowly approached you.
"So… is this comfortable enough for you now? The vibe’s still like a party, but just imagine it’s only you and me left in the world."
You crossed your arms and let out a small laugh.
"All this just to sleep with me?"
"Hm? Sleep with you? You want to sleep with me?" he feigned surprise. "Wow! Of course this is all to sleep with you. I wanted you to make your friends jealous."
He started circling you slowly.
"The guy who kicked everyone out of his own party just to have fun? No, no… just to let you have fun."
He stopped behind you, bringing his lips close to your ear as his hand slid up to your neck. Your whole body shivered—and it only got worse when you felt his erection pressing against you.
"There’s a clean place I never let anyone use during parties… and maybe you’ll like it, angel." Jeon glanced toward the outside. "Ever thought about having someone fuck you on the edge of a pool?"
It was as if evil itself were whispering in your ear, slowly guiding you toward the most profane sin of your life.
You weren’t drunk enough to think you were hallucinating, right? You hadn’t had that much to drink. Jungkook had really kicked everyone out of his house because he wanted you to feel comfortable alone. Why would he do that?
According to him, it was to make your friends jealous.
And that’s when everything began to change. The scene shifted. Suddenly, you were at the edge of the pool, with Jeon Jungkook between your legs, using his mouth as a tool of pleasure against your most intimate area. You felt the cold of the piercing against your skin and were surprised to discover there was another one.
Hidden on his tongue.
And you found that out in the best way.
“J-Jungkook… what if… there are still people here?”
He stopped his movements for a moment and looked up at you.
“There aren’t. I recognized every face that walked through my door. We’re completely alone, babe. For now, just enjoy it like it’s your party.”
Jungkook gave you a sly smile and went back to pleasuring you with more precision, before slowly sliding two fingers inside you.
A moan slipped softly from your lips as you let yourself be carried away by the sensation of having the campus’s famous popular boy almost bowing before you. It was curious, but if life gives you lemons, make a lemonade.
Your eyes opened, and your view was the night sky filled with stars shining above you. You smiled and let out a small laugh.
Jungkook knew you were letting yourself loosen up and have fun, and he was going to do everything to turn it into a rollercoaster of emotions.
“Are you enjoying it?” he asked, lifting his face and moving his fingers inside you with both agility and care.
“I am… I don’t know why you’re doing this, and I don’t think I want to know anymore. Just fuck me, please.”
Jungkook felt his own heart race but chose to blame the energy drink, thinking he’d had too much.
“Asking like that, I won’t deny you anything, sweet.”
The two of you managed to overcome the coolness of the early morning and turn it into the hottest night of the year. The purple light reflected on both your faces, making it feel like you were in another universe.
He didn’t want to take you in the pool, since it could make the movements uncomfortable. And besides, you were already wet enough that it would feel like diving in.
“Before we start, I need to ask something important.” He looked at you. “Are you a virgin?”
You met his gaze, your cheeks a little warm, but you answered.
“Ah… no, I’m not. I had a boyfriend until five days ago.”
He raised his eyebrows and broke into an even wider smile.
“A recent breakup? What was the reason?”
“Cheating.”
And in that moment, Jungkook felt entitled—no, obligated—to shake you in a pleasurable way, to make you addicted to his touch in just a short span of the night, even if the next day you’d both have to be on campus for another day of classes.
Jungkook kissed and sucked at your chest, touched you until you trembled, making him smile, and at no point did he ask for anything in return.
He just wanted to touch you and feel you. And that’s exactly what he did.
“Fuck… what the hell are you?” he groaned as he slowly pushed into you.
Your legs were spread, and you held onto them with your hands to help him move better against you.
He was big, and he knew it, which is why he went slowly, making you feel every inch of him inside you, warm and pulsing. while he enjoyed the way you tightened around him.
You closed your eyes again, letting Jungkook take you as his size throbbed inside you. He practically slid with how much wetness had built up.
He spread your legs wider and began thrusting slowly, almost like a form of torture. You were still wearing your underwear, pushed to the side. Your clothes were still on your body only what was necessary was exposed so Jungkook could reach you.
“Jeon… my God… you’re big.”
He laughed.
“Big, huh? That’s what you needed. A big cock inside you not sitting around alone.”
He drove into you more roughly, pulling a loud moan from your lips.
“Now I’m going to fuck you properly. Hard, fast and I’ll make you come as many times as you want.”
And after that promise, Jungkook started moving inside you with everything he said — strength, speed — and your only response was your moans, soft and needy, mixed with dirty words. Jeon held your neck with his tattooed hand and let a few light slaps land on your face with the other, making you smile.
Yes, smile.
You were enjoying it. It felt like you were in the pool even though you weren’t. You felt soaked without ever diving in.
You wanted to feel like a shameless, reckless girl for one night, in the hands of the bad boy — who, honestly, wasn’t all that bad.
You moaned under the moonlight, not caring about anything at all. Jungkook lived in a secluded place, and even if the neighbors could hear, you’d show off—after all, you were fucking Jeon Jungkook.
He pulled you up and sat on the edge, with you now in his lap.
Your body was weak with pleasure, your eyes heavy—just like his—but he held you firmly, guiding you to bounce against him, making that wet sound echo through the entire pool area.
“Bitch, you’re soaking me,” he muttered. “I’m not fucking you, I’m swimming in you.”
You laughed and looked at him with that excited, playful gaze, making Jungkook hook his hand into your hair and pull with controlled force, speeding up your movements.
“Don’t look at me like that, girl. I can be gentle, I can take care of you but right now I’m fucking you. If you want to tease me, you’ll have to handle the consequences.”
“Jungkook… I want you to go faster, faster, faster—until you come inside me, fill me up…”
He looked at you seriously.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Didn’t you say the party was mine now? Then fulfill my wishes.”
He looked at you seriously, but soon went back to thrusting into you with force, landing a few slaps on your face and tightening his grip around your neck. He had found his favorite place to keep his hands.
“Then I’m going to come inside you. You better know what you’re doing I’m not planning on having any babies.”
“I’m on birth control, Jeon. I know what I’m… mmh… asking for… God…”
You stayed in that position for a while, but Jungkook had the perfect way to push both of you to the edge.
He guided you to the lounge chair, laying down and pulling you on top of him with your back against his chest, spreading your legs wide as he slid himself back into the spot where your underwear had been pushed aside. Maybe it was a fetish of his.
“You better hold on tight. I’m not planning to stop until I fill you up.”
From that point on, all you felt were his thrusts hitting you as if he were trying to become one with you. Both of you moaned loudly, and all you could feel was more and more pleasure — wetter, more desperate, wanting to be with Jungkook for the rest of your life. It was terrifyingly good.
“Fuck me just like that, Jungkookie…”
“Fuck, you feel so good… I’m gonna come…”
As expected, Jungkook let his warm release fill you from the inside, and with a few final thrusts, he stilled, his muscular body growing more exhausted.
What felt like minutes had actually been two hours. You were both completely drained.
Breathing heavily, Jungkook sat down on the lounge chair with you on his lap and gently held your chin, making your eyes meet his.
“Never forget this night. And if possible, show up to more parties. I promise I won’t kick everyone out next time but I won’t promise we won’t do anything.”
And just like that, your night had come to an end.
(BONUS)
....
You were sitting outside the cafeteria during break, your lunch in front of you.
Beside you, Lara and Megan looked exhausted, dark circles under their eyes showing they hadn’t slept at all— makeup couldn’t even hide it.
“I think I’m going to pass out from sleepiness. I should’ve skipped today!” Lara complained with a sigh.
“Skipping again this week isn’t an option, Lara. We’re already close to leaving,” Megan replied, then glanced at you, who was quietly eating. “You don’t seem tired.”
You looked up.
“Should I?”
“That’s not what I meant. I think we owe you an apology for leaving you alone… you went home before everything, right?”
“Before what?” you asked, pretending not to understand.
“Oh, you definitely did,” Lara added. “That idiot Jungkook kicked everyone out saying the police were on their way, but there weren’t any sirens!”
“Exactly! Just when the party was getting good, he ruined everything. I bet it was just so he could hook up with some girl who practically worships the ground he walks on.”
Hearing that, you let out a small laugh and straightened your posture.
“Well, I’m glad I left early then. And how was it getting out? Was it chaotic?”
“Totally! I almost lost my phone, and someone stepped on my new sandals…” Megan pouted.
You could only smile and nod as if you knew nothing.
The two of them kept talking about the party and everything that happened after they left, while all you could think about were flashes of what had happened by the edge of the pool — without ever having to actually dive in.
A few meters away, Jeon Jungkook watched you with his arms crossed, a sly smile on his lips. It took a moment but your eyes finally met his.
You held each other’s gaze and he gave you a wink before turning and walking off.
“It’s such a shame he did all that… that’s why I don’t like parties.”
You commented with a smile, going back to your food.
I would’ve died if I got to see him on the big screen.
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...𝑅𝐸𝐼𝑁 𝑅𝐴𝑈𝑆
pairing: bad enjin x fem!reader
warming: +18 content. creampie. mature themes. explicit language. sexual content. emotional tension. arguments. suggestive scenes.
synopsis: in the middle of a fight inside an abandoned warehouse in the dead of night, enjin decided to shift the confrontation in a different direction. he noticed how you let your guard down the moment he ended up shirtless, revealing his massive tattoos.
kat's note: yeah bitches i was listening to rammstein and i think the would totally have hard sex to this music so let's go !!
...
you and enjin were a bad idea. everyone knew it.
not just because you were enemies who always ended up clashing somehow — even being part of the same group didn't stop you from fighting.
definitely not.
but anyone looking in from the outside could notice that sexual tension between two adults who just can't stand each other.
"you really never learn, do you, enjin? always acting with that fake personality." you let out a breathy laugh. "you're lucky you're known all over this city."
"why? would you kill me if i were just some random bitch?" he shot back, drawing smoke from the cigarette between his lips.
"exactly."
enjin laughed, shaking his head, and stared at you with sarcastic eyes — you could easily read the intention behind that teasing little face.
"you can kill me. i'm not stopping you."
"and have a bunch of kids after me later, wanting to avenge the death of their beloved umbrella-bearer? no fun in that."
"don't talk about umbreaker that way, girl. i'm older than you. you should respect me."
You crossed your arms.
"respect you? definitely not. we're on this mission because zanka hates me and he knows i hate you too."
"mission?" enjin laughed. "i don't see it as a mission. and babe, you've been hated since the day you were born. otherwise, you wouldn't be down here."
talking to enjin was like a buildup of pure stress inside you and it always irritated you more than it should.
you were stuck in that warehouse and your only thought was tearing enjin's head off. but if you did that, the whole group would hunt you down to take your head in revenge for their beloved leader.
"i don't get it... you're an idiot, cynical, sarcastic, and yet everyone still likes you. what is your problem, enjin?"
"correction: what is your problem, y/n?" he tossed his half-smoked cigarette and crushed it under his heavy boot. "why have you been harboring all this hatred for me? i don't remember ever doing anything to you..."
he began to walk slowly toward you.
"or could that be exactly it?" he laughed. "if i did something to you, would you finally get this idea of killing me out of your head?"
"what are you talking about?"
"you know. nobody in our group is your type. at least, i've never seen you with anyone. i find that curious."
"i have zero sexual interest in you, you know? i look at a man who sleeps with more than five women as something filthy."
enjin let out a loud laugh and closed the distance more quickly, stopping just inches away from you, making you step back and draw a knife from your waist.
"woah! easy there, no weapons. and a knife is never going to be enough to kill me." enjin raised his hands in surrender.
"get away from me!"
"not until you listen to me." he lowered his arms. "how are you so sure i hook up with that many women? and don't tell me someone told you. nobody knows anything about my life when I'm alone."
you stared at him in silence, your knife still pointed in his direction as you listened to his words, though with a look of pure disgust because you didn't trust a single thing coming out of his mouth.
he could be being ironic, or simply trying to play the victim.
"listen, y/n... i'm a very calm guy. i usually avoid trouble. but when trouble comes looking for me..."
in one swift movement, enjin grabbed your arm, forcing you to drop the knife, and pulled your face close to his.
"...i can't just walk away. and you've got a pretty filthy mouth for a girl who's only twenty."
"let me go!" with a sharp punch to the side of the taller man's face, he was forced to let her go to bring his hand up to the spot.
"what the fuck, girl..." he glared at her. "why are you so difficult?"
"and should I be easy? for what? so you can use me and toss me aside like you seem to do with every woman you get involved with?"
"you don't have a single source for that, stop pushing that argument. and why did you get so pissed off, huh? you said you had zero sexual interest in me."
"and i don't! enjin, goddammit! just leave me alone!"
enjin watched you lose your mind in silence and then decided it was best to stop.
the two of you were in a fucking stressful situation and it wasn't smart to trigger more conflict, or both of you really would end up killing each other.
"as you wish, princess!"
he stepped away from you, turning his back, but something caught your attention — and you would never know if he did it on purpose or simply because the heat in the room suddenly became unbearable.
enjin first removed the massive jacket he was wearing, and then his reddish t-shirt, revealing his far-from-minimalist tattoos. it was absurd how, despite being chaotic, they all looked perfectly symmetrical.
miserable. motherfucker.
that was all you could think when his back was exposed, covered by the design that ran across his broad shoulders, went down his strong arms, swept quickly across his chest, and ended on the back of his hand.
"just one more thing, you shouldn't b—" enjin cut himself off the moment he turned around and noticed your eyes locked onto him. "zero sexual interest, you said?"
you were caught off guard when enjin suddenly turned toward you and in a failed attempt to look away, you were caught staring at him blatantly.
your mind wasn't helping you.
you were thinking a thousand things at once about enjin, and all of them felt like a sin to you.
he stepped closer again, running his hand over his exposed torso with that damn smirk.
"like what you see?" that typical line. "you're adorable, y/n. i'm starting to think this hate of yours for me is just a facade to hide your true desire."
when he was close enough to touch you, he first checked to see if you would pull back again — and this time, you stayed.
"can you see it? you're lying to yourself about me. you're trying to convince yourself that i'm not a good guy, when in reality, your mind is begging over and over in desperation for me to fuck you like a whore. am i right?"
your knife was on the floor, your hands no longer seemed to obey your commands and your feet felt as if they had been nailed to the ground.
and worst of all: enjin had hit the nail right on the head.
you wanted to hate yourself, hate enjin, hate the life you led in that place, but not everything seemed so bad when you had a tall, tattooed, strong man who, god, was teasing you in such a sinful way.
and you weren't even religious.
"enjin, we're trapped in this abandoned place. we're lucky to even have electricity here. stop implying these things..."
"implying what exactly? are you telling me this isn't a good place for us to fuck?" he huffed a laugh. "nonsense."
he took your hand without breaking eye contact, slowly leading it toward his own chest. he could feel your hand trembling, sending a jolt of arousal through him.
"come..."
your palm brushed against his warm, slightly sweaty skin, painted with black and red tattoos that contrasted with his skin tone.
he guided your hand lower, passing over his defined abs, and soon you felt his slight erection, which grew as your hand massaged the area covered by the thick cargo pants under his guidance.
"has any man ever made you feel like this, hm? doesn't look like it to me. that lost, turned-on little face of yours is a temptation, girl."
enjin pressed your hand against his member and you opened your mouth to say something, but lost your words when you realized just how hard he was; consequently, you imagined every single inch going inside you.
"enjin, i don't—"
"shh."
he took his hand off yours and brought it up to the side of your face.
"we have nothing to lose. there's a way to take out your hatred for me that is much more worth it than killing me."
enjin brought his hand up to his neck, applying a light pressure before closing the distance between you entirely. without further ado, your lips met in a dangerous clash — as if signing a pact with the devil.
it wasn't a timid kiss, nor was it a gentle one. it was wet, sharp, and burning.
the taste of nicotine and refreshing gum in enjin's mouth only motivated you to keep up with his movements, your tongue fighting for space against his.
and it was at that exact moment that you realized life wasn't just about hating a man and thinking everything was fine.
with the hand that had been on your waist, he slid up your stomach — slightly exposed by your cropped shirt— reaching one of your breasts underneath the fabric, covering the area with his large hand.
you gasped slightly mid-kiss but you didn't dare pull away.
"see how much you like it?!" he said between kisses, moving his lips down your jawline to your neck in wet kisses. "why hate me, right? i can make you come whenever you're stressed... just like i plan to do right now."
"there's no place to do this here, enjin..."
"everywhere is a place. this huge space is a great place for it. i can put you on my lap, pin you against the wall, or simply fuck you standing up just the way you are. don't try to make excuses, baby."
paying more attention to your neck, enjin pulled up your shirt, exposing more of your breasts — the space between them tattooed and one of them adorned with a small silver piercing. after all, you didn't shy away from tattoos either; you loved them.
at the sight of this, enjin bit his own lower lip as if he were starving.
"holy shit, girl! i've always had a thing for tattooed women, but this right here is too much. you're a fucking little box of surprises."
he held you firmly by the waist and lowered his neck a bit to reach the breast with the piercing, lightly sucking on the area around the jewelry, murmuring a groan as he felt your nipple harden in his mouth.
you, in turn, leaned against his broad shoulders, feeling how soft yet agile and hot his tongue was.
a soft groan escaped your lips, reaching enjin's ears like a fresh breeze, encouraging him to keep going.
but he wanted more. and so did you.
it didn't take long before your shorts were off your body and the fabric of your panties was pushed aside, while two of enjin's fingers got wet in your pussy, which was dripping like nectar.
he had great motor coordination, working his fingers and his tongue on your nipple with skill.
you could only groan, but you still kept it quiet out of fear that someone might hear — even though you were the only living souls there, as if fate had planned everything out for you.
"enjin, i'm going to lose it!"
he stopped the movements of his tongue but kept up the rhythm of his fingers in wet thrusts, lifting his head to look at you.
"it's just my fingers, girl. if you're like this with only two fingers, what do you think about three?"
without giving you time to question him, enjin added the third finger, making you groan louder, your legs nearly giving out as he held you up.
"look at how you're soaking my fingers... so drenched. are you going to get my dick this wet too, hm? make it all slippery while i thrust into you like this, hm?"
enjin accelerated the finger thrusts, making you squirt— a highly erotic and exciting sight in the man's eyes.
"oh my fucking god..." you rasped, digging your nails into enjin's shoulders and closing your eyes tightly. "i'm gonna cum..."
"not on my fingers, kitten. if you want to cum, i'd rather it be on my cock."
with that, he roughly pulled his fingers out of you, making you shiver as your wetness dripped down your thighs.
he brought his own fingers to his mouth to taste a bit of you before kneeling down in front of you, fitting his mouth between your legs with one of your thighs resting over his tattooed shoulder.
he sucked you off fast but enough to make you whimper and beg to cum.
he wasn't going to allow it. not right now.
"tell me... how intense is your hate for me, hm?"
you opened your mouth to answer but whimpered right after, feeling tears well up in your eyes.
"e-enjin, i—aaww..."
"answer my question."
and once again you whimpered, gripping his arms.
this was the effect enjin's dick sliding slowly in and out of your pussy was having on you.
"i... very intense... i hate you!" you said between needy groans.
enjin let out a laugh and thrust into you harder, going deeper than he had planned.
"bitch." he gripped your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him. "you hate me so much and yet here you are, squeezing my dick with this wet little pussy. what do you think about that?"
without letting you answer again, enjin accelerated his movements, bringing with them an absurd wave of pleasure that made both of you groan loudly in that warehouse.
the fact that they were in a "public place" turned the tattooed man on.
the umbreaker was cast aside for the first time, acting as a witness to that almost profane act happening right in front of it.
enjin picked you up, intertwining your legs around his waist and thrust into you with more brutality, making you squirt all over him again.
he slapped your ass, squeezing it right after, followed by a slap to your face that made you bite your lower lip with a naughty little smile.
he was strong, so holding you in that position was perfect.
"look at your face, you slutty little bitch who loves being dominated like this."
he squeezed your ass, thrusting deeper into your already swollen pussy. "whore!"
about to cum, you hugged enjin tightly, letting him fuck you nonstop because you knew that if you came, he would stop—even though you didn't want him to.
but you were wrong.
at your first orgasm, enjin smirked as he felt your body tremble with violent spasms, slowing his movements just enough to guide your pleasure-limp body to a nearby wall.
as for him, he was drunk on lust.
"fucking delicious pussy, let me fuck you a little more and then i'm gonna cum inside you."
"i-inside me?"
with that said, enjin put his dick back inside you and started thrusting against the freezing wall with one of your legs lifted.
you groaned loudly, your head slumped against his shoulder.
"my pussy is gonna break, enjiiinn, fuck...!"
that wet sound from the back-and-forth movements, which seemed like they would never end, brought an intense aroma of sex into the room.
sweat dripped down both of their burning skin; if they were caught by surprise right now, they would barely have time to explain themselves.
zanka was probably looking for them, but as long as he didn't find them, you two were raising hell on earth.
enjin brushed away a few strands of hair sticking to your face; with one hand he squeezed your neck, and with the other, he let go of your leg to slide his middle finger into your mouth, and you immediately started to suck on it, muffling your groans.
the man's hot mouth moved to your ear, letting out husky groans that made your pussy twitch around enjin's throbbing dick, sending a shiver through the older man's body.
"no woman has ever clenched down on my dick like this, fuck!"
you kept sucking on his finger until you felt him leave a hard hickey on the side of your neck. then, he pulled his finger out of your mouth and brought it down to your swollen clitoris, stimulating it while continuing to choke you and thrust.
"am i treating you the way a whore deserves to be treated? or are you gonna fall in love with me and cry to cum for me again?"
"i will never fall in love with you! and the one who's gonna want hmmm... more of my tight pussy is gonna be you!"
enjin let out a shaky laugh and started to thrust into you hard—not fast, but hard enough to make both of you groan loudly as another orgasm hit you.
"i'm gonna fucking cum, i'm gonna fill you with my cum, i—awwwww"
enjin's words were cut off by an intense orgasm that made him tremble from head to toe, filling you up inside with his warm liquid.
both of you needed a moment to recover, feeling the warm sweat drip down your bodies while sharing your accelerated breathing.
your heart was beating just as fast as enjin's, and it took him a few seconds to slowly pull out of you, as if wanting to feel that sensation one last time.
"you're actually pretty good. next time, when we're in a more suitable place, i'll let you go on top," he commented, putting his shirt back on and fixing his pants.
"next time? already thinking about that?" you laughed, buttoning your shorts and adjusting your shirt. "i thought the plan was not to fall in love."
"i'm not in love, idiot. but i won't lie, you're fucking delicious."
enjin lit a cigarette, retrieving the umbreaker that had been forgotten for a while. he needed to smoke because he was feeling a bit weak from the orgasm.
when you least expected it, the door swung open with a loud thud, drawing both of your attention to the entrance.
"ah, jesus! you're alive!"
enjin blew out the smoke and flashed a small smirk.
"we are very much alive. nobody killed each other. where were you, zanka?"
"looking for you! i searched the whole city. How long have you guys been here?"
"five hours, maybe?" enjin replied, taking another drag.
"and no fight broke out?" zanka frowned, staring at you.
you were still a bit breathless, sweaty, and slightly dazed, but you flashed him a little smile.
"it's way too hot in here to waste time on someone like enjin. i just want to leave already."
"sure, sure! let's go. rudo was already digging your grave, enjin. don't ever disappear like that again."
both guys started walking ahead, but it took you a moment to catch up. not because you couldn't walk.
but because your pussy was bubbling with enjin's cum dripping down.
⤷ PILLOWTALK
...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.
"Now," he continued, "I want you to sit on my face. I'm going to eat you out, and I need your thighs to suffocate me."
silence! i’m writing my james zhao enemies to lovers fanfic after surviving a depressive episode this week and almost dying from period cramps waaarrr
i want to read fanfics about an older zuko with long hair!!!!! my obsession is so fucking back and i need this 😩

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𝑺𝑾𝑰𝑴𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑶𝑶𝑳𝑺 — 𝑱𝑱𝑲
— bad popular jungkook X fem!reader
⚠︎ this is a warning! never accept a drink from a bad boy. especially if you’re at jeon jungkook’s house ⚠︎
SYNOPSIS: during a party jungkook's house the rich and popular boy on campus, you tried to isolate yourself by the poolside but ended up becoming jeon's target. he offered you a purple drink (energy drink mixed with vodka) and the only thing you could picture after one sip was the boy with his face between your thighs drowning in your wetness.
Pairing: jungkook x reader, leader reader.
Warmings: smut fic. creampie. horny jk. sexual content explicit. drugs & alcohol mentioned.
mentioned: katseye's lara and megan.
kat's note: hi there. this is my first time writing something about jungkook set in my teenage years. i’m nervous but maybe i went a little too hard on this one. i didn’t come up with this theme alone, my boyfriend helped me because he’s obsessed with kendrick lamar. so yeah xoxo <3
Parties were never really your thing — especially when they happened at some rich college kid’s mansion.
But your friends liked them, and they hated leaving you out of the week’s plans.
Even when those plans involved parties.
“How many times do I have to say I still think this is a bad idea?” you muttered, adjusting yourself in the backseat of the Uber beside your two friends.
Lara and Megan.
“And why would it be a bad idea?” Lara shot back with a giggle. “Relax. There’ll be plenty of cute guys there… including the owner of the house.”
Jeon Jungkook. Just hearing his name sent a chill down your spine. Not because you hated him or anything. Saying his name smelled like cigarettes, liquor, money, and sex. A lot of sex.
A sigh slipped past your lips.
“Just this once, y/n. We promise we’ll stay with you, okay?”
The purest lie.
The second you stepped inside the house, you found yourself alone. Alone in the middle of bottles scattered everywhere, half-finished drinks, people making out shamelessly, and familiar faces from campus.
The house was huge — ridiculously luxurious. You wondered if Jungkook was brave enough to throw a party like this in his own home. It would be insane if someone broke something or trashed the rooms for one night of fun.
Or maybe you were just being uptight.
You pushed through the crowd, giving up on finding Lara or Megan, until the shimmer of the pool in the backyard caught your eye. It looked peaceful.
A few people were hanging around there, talking, drinking, while some iconic 2000s song blasted through the speakers.
“At least there’s oxygen out here…” you breathed in deeply and sighed. “I don’t even know why I keep trying to believe this is gonna be fun.”
Giving your surroundings a quick scan, you decided to sit on a lounge chair tucked away in a dark corner near the edge of the pool, glowing under a purple light.
It was the most livable place to be at the moment — though what you really wanted was your bed immediately.
You pulled out your phone and spent a good part of the party there, hidden away and distracting yourself with your screen. The clock read 2:30 a.m. and everything was still the same. Noise, the smell of alcohol, drunk people, loud laughter. And you stayed in your own little world, trying to seem invisible to everyone there.
But not quite unnoticed.
A strong masculine fragrance filled the space around you, and before you even looked up to see who was approaching, a voice cut through.
“Why are you hiding out here? Did someone do something to you?”
Jungkook.
Your eyes left your phone screen, and in the dim lighting by the pool, you could make out his bright eyes, the silver gleam of his piercings, and his skin glowing against the purple reflection from the water.
Jungkook wore a loose jacket slipping off his shoulders enough to show his tattoos, and you had to admit — he was really handsome. Too handsome.
And he was holding a red cup filled with something.
“Oh… hi, Jungkook. I just wanted to be alone, nobody did anything.” You adjusted your posture. “It’s just my friends vanished off the face of the earth.”
Jeon let out a soft laugh and nodded, sitting down on the ground beside you.
“You’re not really into parties, right? First time at my place?”
You nodded.
“Yes and yes. They insisted a lot that I come, and I kinda thought you were some sort of celebrity on top of being the popular guy at college.”
He laughed louder this time, and his laugh was unexpectedly pleasant.
“That’s almost true. But don’t refer to me as just the popular guy — I’m more than that and, well…” he grinned. “Since it’s your first time here, I should welcome you.”
You laughed.
“Welcome to the Jeon mansion. I live alone and I have a dog named Bam,” he continued.
“Wait… you leave your dog here with all this noise?”
“Oh, no, no. I leave him at a friend’s house who also hates parties. I’m not irresponsible on that level.”
Jungkook was oddly specific. You didn’t remember meeting another guy like him before. Even with the motorcycle, the money, the tattoos, the piercings, and the whole party-host thing… he was still specific.
And kind of funny, somehow.
“That’s a relief. I live alone too, and I have a kitten — she’s only four months old.”
He made a little aww sound and smiled wide.
A brief silence settled between you after exchanging a few more words, and your gaze drifted to the cup in his hand. You pointed at it with your chin.
“What are you drinking?”
Jungkook looked at the cup, then back at you.
“Vodka mixed with purple Monster. Don’t remember the flavor. Grape, maybe?” He took a small sip.
You frowned.
“That’s going to kill you in your sleep. You could have a heart attack.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened and he stared at the cup again.
“I… I’ve heard that before but from my mom,” he said with a soft laugh. “Ya, don’t worry. I’ve been drinking this since I was nineteen and I haven’t died yet.”
He took another sip, a longer one this time.
“Yet.”
“Do you want me to die or something?” he asked playfully, looking at you with a teasing little smile.
“Definitely not. But that thing smells way too sickly. I’m the one who’s gonna end up dying.”
Jeon let out a laugh, the two silver piercings on his lower lip catching the light.
He took another sip before extending the red cup toward you.
“Try it.”
Your body tensed at how close his arm suddenly was, the scent of the drink hitting you stronger. You frowned, staring at him for a moment, and he urged you on with that same smile.
At the few parties you’d been to, you’d never had anything spiked or strong enough to actually get you drunk—more alive, more reckless. You didn’t know that feeling.
The feeling of your head spinning, spinning, spinning, while the music in the background grows louder.
And the offer coming from Jeon Jungkook of all people left you completely confused. You had felt invisible just moments ago, unnoticed by the most popular guy around—but now he looked at you like a predator locking onto its prey.
Like a fox. Clever. Careful.
“Don’t want it? That’s fine.” He started to pull his arm back. “I’m not gonna force you to dri—”
Without a word, you snatched the cup from his hand and took long gulps, not even giving yourself the chance to taste it. It was cold, a large cube of ice clinking inside, the fizz of the energy drink mixing with the bitter bite of vodka.
The drink spilled down the corner of your lips, and when you finished, you handed the now-empty cup back to Jungkook, who stared at you wide-eyed.
“Girl, what the hell was that?” he laughed loudly, looking at the empty cup with its lonely piece of ice. “I should warn you that’s not fucking juice.”
Breathing a little heavier, you met his gaze and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
“It’s good…”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
“Want more? I can make you another one and I won’t put anything weird in it, don’t worry. I just wanna get you out of that dark corner.”
He got up from the ground and held out his hand for you to stand from the lounge chair.
It felt wrong—but if everything always felt wrong, then nothing would ever feel right.
You were at a party, after all. The host himself was giving you more attention than your own friends. You didn’t have much to lose — and the drink was actually good.
“Okay.” You took the hand of his tattooed arm. “But Jungkook…”
“Hm?”
Now standing beside him, he didn’t seem nearly as intimidating as he did on campus. Maybe you had misjudged Jeon Jungkook this whole time.
“Won’t people… think it’s weird?”
“Weird? What do you mean weird? You drinking? That’s the most normal thing at a party, pretty.”
You sighed.
“That’s not it. It’s just… you’re popular, and maybe being seen with a girl like me might start rumors.”
“Would that be bad for you?” he turned to face you. “Would it make you uncomfortable?”
You opened your mouth to answer, but ended up just shaking your head slowly.
Jungkook smiled.
“Then that’s it. Ignore everyone. If I have to kick everyone out of here just to make you feel okay, I will.”
That sounded strangely appealing.
You didn’t know his real intentions. You didn’t know him well enough to say he secretly had a crush on you — that would be ridiculous. Or would he really throw everyone out of his own house for your sake?
You had never been that close… so why would he do that? Why did your feelings suddenly matter?
Your thoughts snapped back into place, and when you realized, you were already following him inside his house. Loud music, people drowning out their own problems, the smell of weed and cigarettes, others using things in the background and Jeon Jungkook moving ahead of you toward the kitchen.
It felt like some kind of underworld, but you didn’t care about that. You cared about him.
A small smile slowly formed on your lips, and in the distance, you spotted Megan and Lara distracted with three other people. They had no idea who was paying attention to you now.
“Does the noise bother you?” he asked, pulling two bottles from the massive fridge.
“A little…” you stepped in, eyes scanning every detail. “The music annoys me. How do people even like this?”
“Yeah, I get that. If my playlist were playing, I’d definitely be the DJ.”
You both laughed, and he started fixing a drink on the counter, cluttered with cans, bottles—and some white residue.
“Fucking hell. Doing coke on my counter? What the fuck.”
He muttered under his breath, exhaling sharply.
“Mind holding these bottles while I clean this up? I don’t want you touching that shit.”
You didn’t question it—you just did as he asked. He grabbed some paper towels and carefully wiped down the counter. Careful enough for you to notice just how strong he was.
He complained about the heat, and to your surprise, he shrugged off his jacket—revealing tattoos covering his entire arm, his broad back, and a white tank top that clung tightly to his torso.
“I didn’t know you had that many tattoos.”
Jungkook glanced at you with a grin.
“Think I overdid it?”
“Mhm. You should get more. They suit you.”
He held your gaze for a few seconds, then nodded, taking the bottles back from your hands.
“Maybe.”
Jungkook prepared everything carefully, always warning you not to overdo it. He didn’t stay out of it himself. downing drinks in one go, ignoring his own advice.
It didn’t take long before both of you were tipsy, dancing together on the makeshift dance floor in the middle of his huge living room. “Party Monster” by The Weeknd started playing, bringing a wave of excited screams and reddish lights with it.
You looked around, distracted, your vision slightly slow from the alcohol in your system. And that was when Jeon Jungkook pulled you by the waist and, without giving you time to think, pressed his lips to yours in a firm kiss, sharing more of that sweet, addictive taste that had already clouded your mind.
Without trying to pull away or resist, you melted into his soft lips, that faint metallic hint from his piercing lingering between you.
You never imagined you’d be kissing Jeon Jungkook in the middle of so many people, but there you were—gripping the strands of hair at the nape of his neck tightly.
His hand slid up until it found your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gasp against his wet lips. Your eyes met under the red lighting, and you could’ve sworn you saw a completely different expression from the one you had witnessed earlier by the pool.
"Is the noise bothering you now? Say yes..." he murmured, burying his face in the side of your neck and leaving wet kisses along your skin.
You closed your eyes, feeling your body threaten to melt in Jeon’s arms, but you kept yourself under control.
"No, Jungkook… I can’t do anything with you with this many people here."
Thinking Jungkook would give up, you let out a quiet sigh, slightly regretting what you had said. You even imagined him leaving you alone again.
But this was his house.
And when he wanted something, he got it.
"That’s exactly the motivation I needed to kick everyone out. Won’t take long, baby."
He lightly nipped at your skin before heading toward the DJ area, taking your curious gaze with him. Everyone seemed to ignore your presence after you’d just kissed Jungkook—simply because they were all caught up in their own worlds.
However, Jungkook had other plans for how the night would end.
He signaled for the DJ to cut the music, and as soon as the loud sound stopped, a chorus of boos erupted toward the booth. Jungkook wasn’t intimidated; he simply grabbed the microphone, a subtle mischievous smile playing on his lips as he began his act.
"I need everyone to leave my house immediately! The party’s over! The police are coming!"
Your eyes widened, your heart racing.
"What the hell is he—"
As Jeon’s voice echoed throughout the house, a small chaos broke out. Screams, running, laughter, drunk people being dragged along—everyone seemed to appear from random corners of the house.
You pressed yourself against a wall to avoid being knocked over.
He repeated, "The police are coming!" five more times before the sounds of motorcycles, cars, and rushing footsteps began to fade into the distance.
Within minutes, the house fell completely silent. What had once been filled with young adults was now scattered with bottles, cans, confetti, shoes, pieces of clothing, and even abandoned phones.
The DJ was the last to leave, calm and unbothered—he was Jungkook’s friend and knew he just wanted everyone gone.
"Are you insane?" you asked when you realized it was just the two of you left.
"Hmm… I admit it. Maybe." He raised his hands in mock surrender.
"What if those people get into accidents? No one’s sober, Jungkook."
"I don’t give a two fucks about those people. Relax. Just say ‘police’ and any idiot sobers up."
He shrugged and slowly approached you.
"So… is this comfortable enough for you now? The vibe’s still like a party, but just imagine it’s only you and me left in the world."
You crossed your arms and let out a small laugh.
"All this just to sleep with me?"
"Hm? Sleep with you? You want to sleep with me?" he feigned surprise. "Wow! Of course this is all to sleep with you. I wanted you to make your friends jealous."
He started circling you slowly.
"The guy who kicked everyone out of his own party just to have fun? No, no… just to let you have fun."
He stopped behind you, bringing his lips close to your ear as his hand slid up to your neck. Your whole body shivered—and it only got worse when you felt his erection pressing against you.
"There’s a clean place I never let anyone use during parties… and maybe you’ll like it, angel." Jeon glanced toward the outside. "Ever thought about having someone fuck you on the edge of a pool?"
It was as if evil itself were whispering in your ear, slowly guiding you toward the most profane sin of your life.
You weren’t drunk enough to think you were hallucinating, right? You hadn’t had that much to drink. Jungkook had really kicked everyone out of his house because he wanted you to feel comfortable alone. Why would he do that?
According to him, it was to make your friends jealous.
And that’s when everything began to change. The scene shifted. Suddenly, you were at the edge of the pool, with Jeon Jungkook between your legs, using his mouth as a tool of pleasure against your most intimate area. You felt the cold of the piercing against your skin and were surprised to discover there was another one.
Hidden on his tongue.
And you found that out in the best way.
“J-Jungkook… what if… there are still people here?”
He stopped his movements for a moment and looked up at you.
“There aren’t. I recognized every face that walked through my door. We’re completely alone, babe. For now, just enjoy it like it’s your party.”
Jungkook gave you a sly smile and went back to pleasuring you with more precision, before slowly sliding two fingers inside you.
A moan slipped softly from your lips as you let yourself be carried away by the sensation of having the campus’s famous popular boy almost bowing before you. It was curious, but if life gives you lemons, make a lemonade.
Your eyes opened, and your view was the night sky filled with stars shining above you. You smiled and let out a small laugh.
Jungkook knew you were letting yourself loosen up and have fun, and he was going to do everything to turn it into a rollercoaster of emotions.
“Are you enjoying it?” he asked, lifting his face and moving his fingers inside you with both agility and care.
“I am… I don’t know why you’re doing this, and I don’t think I want to know anymore. Just fuck me, please.”
Jungkook felt his own heart race but chose to blame the energy drink, thinking he’d had too much.
“Asking like that, I won’t deny you anything, sweet.”
The two of you managed to overcome the coolness of the early morning and turn it into the hottest night of the year. The purple light reflected on both your faces, making it feel like you were in another universe.
He didn’t want to take you in the pool, since it could make the movements uncomfortable. And besides, you were already wet enough that it would feel like diving in.
“Before we start, I need to ask something important.” He looked at you. “Are you a virgin?”
You met his gaze, your cheeks a little warm, but you answered.
“Ah… no, I’m not. I had a boyfriend until five days ago.”
He raised his eyebrows and broke into an even wider smile.
“A recent breakup? What was the reason?”
“Cheating.”
And in that moment, Jungkook felt entitled—no, obligated—to shake you in a pleasurable way, to make you addicted to his touch in just a short span of the night, even if the next day you’d both have to be on campus for another day of classes.
Jungkook kissed and sucked at your chest, touched you until you trembled, making him smile, and at no point did he ask for anything in return.
He just wanted to touch you and feel you. And that’s exactly what he did.
“Fuck… what the hell are you?” he groaned as he slowly pushed into you.
Your legs were spread, and you held onto them with your hands to help him move better against you.
He was big, and he knew it, which is why he went slowly, making you feel every inch of him inside you, warm and pulsing. while he enjoyed the way you tightened around him.
You closed your eyes again, letting Jungkook take you as his size throbbed inside you. He practically slid with how much wetness had built up.
He spread your legs wider and began thrusting slowly, almost like a form of torture. You were still wearing your underwear, pushed to the side. Your clothes were still on your body only what was necessary was exposed so Jungkook could reach you.
“Jeon… my God… you’re big.”
He laughed.
“Big, huh? That’s what you needed. A big cock inside you not sitting around alone.”
He drove into you more roughly, pulling a loud moan from your lips.
“Now I’m going to fuck you properly. Hard, fast and I’ll make you come as many times as you want.”
And after that promise, Jungkook started moving inside you with everything he said — strength, speed — and your only response was your moans, soft and needy, mixed with dirty words. Jeon held your neck with his tattooed hand and let a few light slaps land on your face with the other, making you smile.
Yes, smile.
You were enjoying it. It felt like you were in the pool even though you weren’t. You felt soaked without ever diving in.
You wanted to feel like a shameless, reckless girl for one night, in the hands of the bad boy — who, honestly, wasn’t all that bad.
You moaned under the moonlight, not caring about anything at all. Jungkook lived in a secluded place, and even if the neighbors could hear, you’d show off—after all, you were fucking Jeon Jungkook.
He pulled you up and sat on the edge, with you now in his lap.
Your body was weak with pleasure, your eyes heavy—just like his—but he held you firmly, guiding you to bounce against him, making that wet sound echo through the entire pool area.
“Bitch, you’re soaking me,” he muttered. “I’m not fucking you, I’m swimming in you.”
You laughed and looked at him with that excited, playful gaze, making Jungkook hook his hand into your hair and pull with controlled force, speeding up your movements.
“Don’t look at me like that, girl. I can be gentle, I can take care of you but right now I’m fucking you. If you want to tease me, you’ll have to handle the consequences.”
“Jungkook… I want you to go faster, faster, faster—until you come inside me, fill me up…”
He looked at you seriously.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Didn’t you say the party was mine now? Then fulfill my wishes.”
He looked at you seriously, but soon went back to thrusting into you with force, landing a few slaps on your face and tightening his grip around your neck. He had found his favorite place to keep his hands.
“Then I’m going to come inside you. You better know what you’re doing I’m not planning on having any babies.”
“I’m on birth control, Jeon. I know what I’m… mmh… asking for… God…”
You stayed in that position for a while, but Jungkook had the perfect way to push both of you to the edge.
He guided you to the lounge chair, laying down and pulling you on top of him with your back against his chest, spreading your legs wide as he slid himself back into the spot where your underwear had been pushed aside. Maybe it was a fetish of his.
“You better hold on tight. I’m not planning to stop until I fill you up.”
From that point on, all you felt were his thrusts hitting you as if he were trying to become one with you. Both of you moaned loudly, and all you could feel was more and more pleasure — wetter, more desperate, wanting to be with Jungkook for the rest of your life. It was terrifyingly good.
“Fuck me just like that, Jungkookie…”
“Fuck, you feel so good… I’m gonna come…”
As expected, Jungkook let his warm release fill you from the inside, and with a few final thrusts, he stilled, his muscular body growing more exhausted.
What felt like minutes had actually been two hours. You were both completely drained.
Breathing heavily, Jungkook sat down on the lounge chair with you on his lap and gently held your chin, making your eyes meet his.
“Never forget this night. And if possible, show up to more parties. I promise I won’t kick everyone out next time but I won’t promise we won’t do anything.”
And just like that, your night had come to an end.
(BONUS)
....
You were sitting outside the cafeteria during break, your lunch in front of you.
Beside you, Lara and Megan looked exhausted, dark circles under their eyes showing they hadn’t slept at all— makeup couldn’t even hide it.
“I think I’m going to pass out from sleepiness. I should’ve skipped today!” Lara complained with a sigh.
“Skipping again this week isn’t an option, Lara. We’re already close to leaving,” Megan replied, then glanced at you, who was quietly eating. “You don’t seem tired.”
You looked up.
“Should I?”
“That’s not what I meant. I think we owe you an apology for leaving you alone… you went home before everything, right?”
“Before what?” you asked, pretending not to understand.
“Oh, you definitely did,” Lara added. “That idiot Jungkook kicked everyone out saying the police were on their way, but there weren’t any sirens!”
“Exactly! Just when the party was getting good, he ruined everything. I bet it was just so he could hook up with some girl who practically worships the ground he walks on.”
Hearing that, you let out a small laugh and straightened your posture.
“Well, I’m glad I left early then. And how was it getting out? Was it chaotic?”
“Totally! I almost lost my phone, and someone stepped on my new sandals…” Megan pouted.
You could only smile and nod as if you knew nothing.
The two of them kept talking about the party and everything that happened after they left, while all you could think about were flashes of what had happened by the edge of the pool — without ever having to actually dive in.
A few meters away, Jeon Jungkook watched you with his arms crossed, a sly smile on his lips. It took a moment but your eyes finally met his.
You held each other’s gaze and he gave you a wink before turning and walking off.
“It’s such a shame he did all that… that’s why I don’t like parties.”
You commented with a smile, going back to your food.
tonight i'm writing jk's fic btw