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𖢥 ────── spiderman!jake texts .✦ ˎˊ˗ fluff, crack, ft. sunghoon aka guy in the chair hehe, jake is extremely down bad, based off of tangled up with you!jakeyn

°˖➴ .ᐟ ── a little something as an apology for being absent on here :') reread some of tangled up with you recently and started missing spidey jakey hehe so here's this! i promise i'll start being more active soon,,,i'm currently in the midst of writing two fics ;) anyways enjoy & take care <333

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺𝖾 : a gift for my aegi bebi @aerikishi ❤️🎂. the only niki fan ever. i hope all the other niki fans love this too. im so happy to share a birthday with you 🥹🥹 80% of the dialogue is based on actual messages from her about niki HDJFBDJFBDJFJ (i made the exception of writing for him just for u..) i love u

´ཀ` ──── Nishimura Riki x fem reader ݁ᛪ

summary: you’re assigned a group project with nishimura riki, but after a string of arrogant, borderline insulting texts, you decide he’s impossible to work with. turns out the messages were never from him — and now he’s stuck trying to undo a first impression he never made.

Warning: Suggestive Jokes

Ft: Donghwa (Kickflip), Moka (Illit), Martin (Cortis) and Rei (Ive) as y/n’s friends.

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CHAPTERS 001 / 002

riki is your very first tattoo artist

content: smau ⟡ tattooartist!riki x reader ⟡ profanity ⟡ suggestive ⟡ mature (minors dni) ⟡ riki lowk a freak

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Member: Lee Heeseung / EVAN

Summary: Heeseung spotted a really pretty woman at the Han River. Wait... she has a son? And she's not married? Does he actually stand a chance?

Some important points: Heeseung and Yunah are siblings. jungwon, yunah , reader are best friends since before debut of ENHYPEN. Reader has a three year old son. Ft: Yunah of ILLIT

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Chapters: 001 / 002 / 003

in which ── .✦ you and heeseung were born into rival political dynasties and expected to be enemies, but instead, you end up falling in love. wc: 11k ༄.° — req by anon 𑣲

tags: secret relationship, smut mdni, a lil fluff, politics, unprotected sex, degrading AND praise cus yk, heeseung on his knees obviously, secret sex, the usual ⊹ ࣪ ˖

the annual political fundraiser was the last place you wanted to be at right now.

you hate the bright flashes from the cameras, you hate the stupid reporters invading your privacy asking absurd questions, you hate how everyone— every single person, has a fake smile plastered on their face. it’s disgusting, it’s boring and your father knows how much you hate it.

after what felt like hours faking your smiles for photos while hanging onto your fathers arm like a child, you finally managed to slip away from the public and make your way to the balcony which was thankfully empty.

cool air brushed your skin as you leaned towards the railing, finally giving you time to breathe.

‘trying to escape too?’

his voice was familiar, yet you couldn’t quite place who it was. you turn around and see a boy your age, stood at the doorway. you had to admit, he was kinda cute.

‘is it that obvious?’ you softly laughed.

‘just a little’ he lets out a smile, walking towards you before leaning towards the railing himself.

you guys stood in the cold air, sharing your complaints about how dumb the event was, how flashy it was and how exhausted you both were from constantly having to watch your expressions in front of everyone.

then a voice came from inside, ‘heeseung!’

you could recognize that name from anywhere, no way. it’s impossible, were you just having a conversation with your fathers rivals son? fuck, you just hope nobody saw you two. you knew your father would be so angry with you if you got into a scandal involving his literal sworn enemy.

‘wait- your heeseung? as in.. lee heeseung?’

‘yeah, and you?’

you scoff, ‘i’m y/n fucking l/n!’

his eyes widen instantly, you both stay silent for a moment before his laugh uncontrollably spills out. you just stare him in disbelief, what the hell?

‘well’ heeseung says with a small smile, ‘this is awkward’

soon after, your own laughter starts coming out.

since you were born, you’ve heard the nastiest things about heeseung and his family. you automatically assumed he’d be a whore just like his father, but surprisingly he looked less like the enemy you were programmed to hate for years, and more like a normal person.

after that fundraiser, it was like heeseung had his fingers in every single fold of your fucking brain. you had promised yourself you would never ever think of him after that night, but you have never been so painfully wrong.

you thought of heeseung all the time, when you were in class, when you would eat breakfast, when you would get ready, and even when you would talk to your father. your mind had always wandered back to that night you two had talked.

so now you lay in your bed, angrily trying to tell your brain to forget about him because you will never talk to him again.

the only light in the room is the dim, warm glow of your bedside lamp. you are trying so so hard to just sleep everything off, that is until your phone buzzes on the side table.

unknown: still trying to mentally recover from that fundraiser?

you just stare at the message, how the hell did he manage to get your number?

you also couldn’t help but let out a tiny smile while rereading his message for the 57th time.

you: unfortunately.. what abt u?

unknown: i might just break my leg so i don’t have to go to the next one

you felt like you were sixteen again, secretly messaging a boy and giggling while reading his texts like you were in high school. from that night, you and heeseung had texted every single day.

you would even eat dinner early, rushing back to your room and telling your father ‘your super sleepy’ just so you could have two hours at night to call him and shit talk both of your families.

you two would complain about the fundraisers, your parents, your mutuals, the reporters. you guys would just talk about anything, even going as far as sending pictures randomly throughout the day to each other to give updates.

for the first time, you had finally felt understood.

one night, after hours of texting while your father thought you were peacefully sleeping, heeseung messaged you something you could never tell anyone about.

heeseung: so.. when am i seeing you again?

your heart has genuinely never raced faster, you knew you should say no. you have to say no.

instead, you replied,

you: how does wednesday sound?

heeseung: perfect

then came wednesday, you have been preparing yourself for this day all week. you even got your hair recolored, did laser, washed your hair with your delicious toasted vanilla shampoo, and even used your special occasion ‘chocolate shower gel’ all over your body.

you two agreed on meeting at an underground bar, meant for celebrities who want to take a break without getting mobbed by invasive people. you thought it would be way too risky to have heeseung pick you up, so instead you both separately arrived at the bar.

the building was super sketchy, the wallpaper was barley on and dust was collected everywhere. you did your best to hope that you wouldn’t get kidnapped and entered the even sketchier elevator. once you reached the basement, you were met with the most beautiful bar you’ve ever seen.

it was dark, the light wasn’t yellow or white, it was red. the red light created a surreal atmosphere and wasn’t too intense, there were a few people, not any you knew. you looked around and locked eyes with the softest gaze you’ve ever seen.

‘hi y/n’

‘hi heeseung’ you smiled

you both sat at a two seater table, it was intimate, but not awkward. you guys actually managed to get along really well, probably even better than when you guys would text or call. his knee would occasionally brush over yours, but he never moved it away first.

and safe to say, it went pretty well.

until your phone started ringing, and the only people who would call you were heeseung or your father. clearly it wasn’t heeseung so your body instantly started heating up when you realised who it was. ‘fuck- my fathers calling me’

‘oh uh.. come with me’ heeseung grabbed your wrist, his touch feeling feather light. he quickly dragged you to an unused room where no one was allowed. ‘answer the call here, it’s quiet’

you answer his call, putting on that fake smile you always have with him even though he can’t even see you.

‘hi daddy! what’s up’ your voice shaking just a bit,

‘where are you?, you know we have to attend a campaign early tomorrow’ your fathers voice has that familiar aggressiveness to it.

‘oh- i’m trying to buy a new dress for it, you know.. and i also need makeup so im shopping, ill be home soon i promise’

‘be home before 12, it’s already 10 and the campaign is at 8am tomorrow.’

you blindly agree with anything he says and manage to convince him you will definitely be home by 12. you cut the call and sigh while putting your phone back into your pocket, apologizing to heeseung.

you notice it, you notice how heeseung can’t take his eyes off your lips, you notice how his hands hover over your waist, you notice his breath becoming uneven.

you take it upon yourself to grab his collar and crash your lips onto his, his fingers digging into your waist as his knee finds its way between your thighs, settling right onto your cunt.

his hands guide your hips to grind him, his mouth muffle your moans he quickly makes his way onto his knees.

‘heeseung..’

‘just let me do this baby, just relax okay?’ his pushes up your dress until it rests on your hips, uncovering your drenched panties. ‘fuck, already soaked? just from grinding?’ he laughs.

your grip tightens in his hair, ‘shut up’ you smile despite yourself. he slides your panties down to your knees, not bothering to take them fully off. he pushes your thighs apart making your legs open giving him a a full view of your aching heat. the smile on his face doesn’t leave even when he latches his mouth right onto your clit.

fuck, you don’t know if it’s because of how hot he looks on his knees, or the adrenaline pumping through your veins knowing you may get caught, or if it’s even the fact your father thinks your buying dresses instead of having his rivals son eating you out, but the coil in your stomach tightens insanely fast.

you didn’t think he could be this skilled, his tongue takes its time exploring every inch of you, intertwining with your folds while his fingers finally ease their way into your heat. his tongue and fingers working simultaneously making you uncontrollably spill out moans, you were so vocal and responsive it didn’t take long for heeseung to become frustrated with his own growing hardness.

he increased his speed and pressure, sucked deeper till your fingers pulled on his hair so hard his scalp started burning. when he layed a gentle kiss right onto your clit, you instantly became undone. ‘look at you, dripping onto my tongue and shaking from just my fingers’

he smoothly got up, his hair messed up from your grip. his fingers push past your lips and you instinctively suck on them, tasting yourself on him. ‘good girl’ he releases his fingers from you, taking the into his own mouth to clean up whatever you left.

‘heeseung please,’ you say out of breath

‘tell me baby, what do you want?’ his hands travel up your sides and he gives you small kiss onto your cheek.

‘i want you to fuck me’

he lets out a smile once again before diving back into your mouth, his tongue forcing its way through your lips and savoring every inch of your mouth. he pulls himself away, a strand of saliva still connecting you two while you help him undo his belt and take his jeans off.

to no surprise, he was big. your mind instantly questioning if he would even fit in you. ‘wait..will it fit?’

he kisses you again ‘i’ll make it fit’ he pulls you into his arms and makes you wrap your legs around his waist before slamming your back into the wall, and in one thrust, burying himself in you. fuck, you thought you teared something from how much he stretched you.

he didn’t wait for you to adjust, he instantly started thrusting, your dress riding up higher and higher your body. you’ve been fucked before, but most guys were clumsy and only cared about making themselves cum. but heeseung? he could make you cum untouched, he repeatedly hit the spot inside of you that put you in absolute euphoria. your eyes squeezed shut, trying hard to not scream and get the employees attention while you get fucked in a room you are definitely not allowed to be in.

‘fuck baby, you’re so- tight’ heeseung groans himself, it was like you were made for his dick, perfectly molded to fit him inside you. ‘your father would fucking kill you if he saw you right now, moaning- fuck- moaning like a slut on his rivals sons dick- shit- right?’ he could feel you clench tighter at his words, he was right. you knew nobody could find out about this, you both would be dead. it didn’t take long for you to cum all over him again, your cunt already sensitive from the last orgasm. shortly after he thrusted harder, faster, chasing his own high. you suck on a spot on his neck which makes him instantly release hot ropes of cum inside of you. you felt him filling you up entirely, you were so fucked out you didn’t even care he didn’t wear a condom. you’d figure that out later, a morning after pill will fix it right?

he stays inside of you, your legs still wrapped around him when he meets your gaze. he looks just as fucked as you are, he rests his lips on yours again. your hands making way to his jaw, pulling him closer.