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nik1okrock · 2 months ago

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𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 !

Summary: you go to sleep in Riki's room <3

Genre: smut/crack

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, window sex, mating press, fingering so hard with huge rings on, multiple orgasms, I don't know anymore

Word count: 2k(and more)

Masterlist

(please when you find the playlist while reading play it in order thank u <3)

It was late at night and the house was too hot for Seoul's muggy summer. Yet, the others slept soundly, including Riki, whose air conditioner was broken.

You stumbled into the middle of your room and prayed that no one had woken up—Sunghoon in particular.

You walked out of your room and took a quick look in your brother's. Sunghoon was sleeping loudly, like a dead man in a coffin. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you made it to your destination without ending up face down on the floor.

The room was dark, even in daylight. The walls were gray and the curtains, blankets, and most of the furniture were black.

The smell of cologne and deodorant were giving you the feeling of being in a gas chamber, yet you had learned to call home that mixture of smells. The boy was snoring so loud he sounded like a chainsaw. Despite the fact that you hated this kind of noise, you made an exception for him. You slid under the sheets, stepping on what, knowing Riki, were a pair of used boxers. God, how messy he was.

Once settled, you were greeted by the warmth of Riki's sweaty skin, the broken air conditioner only made it more unbearable, but these were the sacrifices you were willing to make to be near him.

Riki stretched out an arm and made your cheek collide with his bare chest, a gust of cologne filled your nostrils and you coughed from how strong it was.

“Beb...” He babbled, unable to finish the word. Riki often talked in his sleep, even happened to bite you once or twice, and he snored as well. He held you close to him, not caring to give you any space to move. Your long hair tickled his nose and, after about ten minutes, he sneezed, waking up. “Beb, why are you here?” He mumbled, giving you a kiss on the forehead. His voice, slurred by sleep and extremely rough, made you blush, so you swallowed before answering. “I wasn't sleeping.”

You were used to Riki’s low voice tone, and yet, when he was tired it always had a strange effect on you. It was warm, deep and often hoarse, the kind of sound that you had decided to put among your favorites. "Don't you dare to snore." The boy urged with a yawn, tightening his grip on your body, and putting a leg on your hip, trapping you even more. "Said the tractor.” You chuckled, and Riki, who had been pretending to sleep, rolled you over so that you were lying on your stomach and sat down on his knees next to you, a big smile on his lips as he gently smacked you on the ass. "Isn't that nice of you, I don’t snore, you know?" Riki lied, you both knew way too well. "Then even touching my ass isn’t nice of you.” “Why not? You always do it!” He whined, crossing his arms to his chest like a small child. "Because I'm a woman, if you touch my ass it's harassment." You laughed at his childish behaviour, he knew you would never accuse him for harassing you. He was your boyfriend, this was just playful behaviour.

So you got on your knees, throwing yourself on Riki and started to tickle his sides. And you laughed while Riki suffered in silence, at least until a questionable sound came out of his lips. You stopped, looking at Riki with your eyes wide open, your pink cheeks turning more and more to a deeper shade of red. Riki, unaware of what had just happened, took the opportunity to attack and tickle you in turn.You let out a scream that could have even alarmed the neighbors, but then you started to laugh again, yelling at Riki to cut it off or you both would end up hurt.

Sunghoon, who was a light sleeper, jumped up when he heard his sister’s voice being so loud. He ran into your room, and finding it empty, followed your pleas coming from Riki’s room. Once he opened the door, he was greeted by Riki on top of you, smirking as you giggled before he leaned down to give you a sweet peck on the lips. Sunghoon covered his eyes, a bit embarrassed by the sight of his sister being kissed. “Hey you two! I don't want a nephew!” He raised his voice, you and Riki's heads darting towards Sunghoon as you both blushed. “We're-” you tried to complain but Sunghoon just smirked “Just use precautions.”

But at that, Riki leaned closer to your ear, you two were young dumb and almost always went at it like bunnies, ending up with someone in the apartment blasting music to cover your screams, moans and other noises. “We can fuck the condom tonight beb.” Riki whispered once your brother left, starting to kiss down your neck. “I wanna feel you raw.” And you hit him on his chest. “You're so stupid.” You laughed, but deep down you already knew it would end up like always, but this time it would have been Heeseung’s sex playlist because he wanted to make it funnier for everyone.

You found yourself on top of him, his strong hands flipping you over like it was nothing. His hands were on your ass immediately, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. “You’re such a brat.” he muttered, lips brushing your jaw before he bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to leave a mark.

“Says the guy who’s already hard.” you retorted in a sing-song, grinding against him just to prove your point. He groaned, he said he hated when you teased him, yet he loved it. Clothes came off fast—his shorts, your shirt, a clumsy tangle of limbs and curses as you both tried to not laugh at how desperate you were—just like always. His body was a damn masterpiece, lean muscles, golden skin, and all you could do was drag your nails down his chest just to hear him swear. “Shit, you’re feral.” he hissed, his magnetic eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with that small sparkle that told you you would end up ruined. You were about to speak up when he leaned in to capture your lips with his, devouring you until both were slightly bleeding. Soon you found his face buried between your legs, the heat of his breath searing against you, tongue dragging slowly as he worked you over. And you are so gone, head thrown back, hips twitching, thighs trembling around his ears. The only soundtrack is the obscene wetness of his mouth on you, your choked moans, and “The party and the after party” by the weeknd blasting from Heeseung's room as he had put on his playlist to help you out—but in reality it was just Jungwon’s latest desperate attempt to drown out the symphony of you and Riki destroying each other; he had asked the members to put on music so they could sleep, but it was no use, it just made you two more loud.

Get yourself a boyfriend that's a dancer, your friends said, he'll be good. And damn if they were right, being able to follow the music and keep a steady rhythm might have been your death.

Your ears were ringing. Your vision blurred every time your spine arched off the mattress. Your legs shaking so hard they barely stayed hooked around his shoulders. His fingers humping in you along with his tongue so deep that you thought your pussy would get branded by his damn huge chrome hearts rings. They were part of him he didn't even take them off while having sex. And when you were about to come, he stopped.

He stopped and slammed into you, his balls against your ass as you scream so fucking loud for the stretch. “Beb, we've been together for two years and yet you still can't take me?” He mocked, he was big, he knew well, yet he couldn't feel anything but pleased when he heard you scream every time.He started moving, deep and hard, the bedframe slamming against the wall with every thrust. You were loud—too loud, moaning his name, clawing at his back, leaving red marks he’d probably flex about later. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with it, and you loved how gross it was, how real. Riki’s hair stuck to his forehead, his lips parted as he panted, and you pulled him down to kiss him, sloppy and wet, spit smearing between you and soon the first orgasm crashed into the both of you.

And soon another orgasm.

And another.

You lost count by now, time folded as you just knew that now was that “southbound” by Artemas was playing again for what could have probably been the fourth time. The two of you were always going at it like rabbits, bodies slick and tangled, pleasure drawn out like it might never end. At some point you’re flat on your back again, back arched off the wet bed, sheets soaked with sweat and God knows what else.

At some point he took you by the hair and got up, opening the curtains and pressing you against the cool glass, your nipples immediately hardening upon contact. He wraps one arm around your waist to both keep you up and pull your hips back into him, bending you forward in front of the window. He pushes back into you without warning, like he did earlier, though this time you’re better prepared; the side of your face is against the window as you cry out his name.

Minutes felt like hours, hours like days, long heavenly hours that wished could never end. You don't know how he's still strong enough to shift your almost limp body, but suddenly your legs are pushed up and pinned high beside your shoulders. His hands curled behind your knees, holding you wide open as he sinks into you again with no warning. He grunts as he slides home, balls-deep, moaning loudly, eyes locked onto your face, drinking every twitch, every gasp, every flutter of your lashes. His hips start pounding again, relentless, slapping into your soaked cunt with a wet, brutal rhythm. And when he came, he didn’t pull out—didn’t even try. You felt it, warm and thick, spilling inside you, and he groaned like he’d just won the lottery.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting, sticky with sweat and cum and god knows what else. The room was a wreck, the sheets soaked, and you could feel his release leaking out of you, pooling on the mattress—just like the first time that night.

And it was when he was about to start again when the alarm of his phone rang:

Just come outside for the night (yeah)

Take your time, get your light (yeah)

Johnny Dang, huh-uh

I been out geekin'

Bitch

Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein' (yeah)

Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'

Fein', fein', fein', fein' (yeah)

“Ah shit” He cursed, out of breath as he had to pull out to go to turn off the alarm and you chuckled, did he really had “FE!N” as a morning alarm? Sure that woke him up pretty well. It was then when you noticed the sunlight peeking through the curtains, Heeseung’s playlist turning off and replaced by a predefined ringtone, five other phones starting to ring one after another, expressing the personalities of enhypen members and so you and Riki quickly wiped the fluids away from your bodies and slowly got dressed just to walk into the living room to be stared by everyone, even the manager that had just come. “How was your sleep, guys?” The manager asked, trying to break the awkward silence and both you and RIki blushed at Jungwon’s answer. “We clearly didn’t. A certain someone…” And he shooted a scolding look at you two “was screaming tonight.”

“Had fun?” Heeseung peeked in with a laugh, looking at your dishlaved look as Jay just groaned, he wanted to leave the dorm for the night since you and Riki became a couple, but he wasn’t allowed.

#engene #enhypen niki #niki x reader #nishimura riki #niki smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen ni ki #niki nishimura #chrome hearts #the weeknd #artemas #travis scott #Spotify

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anyfire · 4 months ago

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still thinking about the two realities conversation between mari and ben and how it works into the ongoing "debate" on whether or not the supernatural stuff is real, or if it's all just happening in their heads. to me the show is at its best when it's saying two things at once, ie "we brought it back with us". "it" being It, but also "it" being trauma. like, "two versions of reality" is an inherently supernatural statement. but it's also a very real one.

it comes after ben detailing his life as a "completely normal guy" before the crash, and how in a world where the crash never happened or he never got on the plane, he would still be that guy. we've already seen glimpses of what that life could have looked like when ben dissociates, and we see it for the girls when lottie hallucinates the shopping mall. we also see versions of "different realities" in jackie's death dream, as well as the dream shauna has after giving birth. and all of these visions and dreams become more warped/horrifying the longer they continue -- cabin guy in jackie's dream, ben's final vision being in the cabin with paul leaving, the snow coming down on lottie in the middle of the food court, and finally the rest of the team eating shauna's baby. the other reality, the "bad" one, the one infected by the wilderness and everything that's come about because of it, just "hiding, or waiting".

mari also talks about watching a cartoon in the hospital room when her cousin dies, and going out into the waiting room afterwards where the same cartoon is playing. to me, those are two different realities as well. but the world where her cousin just died next to her and the world where she's just in a hospital waiting room, as if it never happened, are tethered. sometimes only your world ends, and for everyone else it's just another day. we also see THIS echoed in the adult lives of all the survivors. they're paranoid, misunderstood, violent, strange. they're utterly disconnected from everyone but each other. the world ended for them, but it didn't for anyone else. they came back, but they can't ever really leave.

there's a reality where shauna really did go outside and get jackie. there's a reality where the team really is eating chinese food in a shopping mall food court. there's a reality where none of them survived the plane crash to begin with. there's a reality where jackie drinks hot chocolate. there's a reality where MARI drinks hot chocolate. there's allie's reality, where she was SUPPOSED to be on the plane that day. maybe theres a reality where they take a bus instead. but all of them, in one way or another, are real.

i don't know, i just really love it. i love how it plays into the ideas of fate and regret and doom and self fulfilling prophecies and how it reinforces the one true "villain" in the show being the plane crash itself, because all the tragedy that comes about because of it would never have happened. it's a conversation about "what if's" just as much as it's a conversation about the dream realm and the visions and all the other freaky shit going on out there. 10/10.

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