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[nishimurasworld]

Ni-ki fingering virgin reader??

Love your work btw!

Between curiosity and craving

Pairing: fab¡reader x Nishimura Riki

Synopsis: Niki and y/n are in his room and Niki is going to finger y/n for the first time. She’s a virgin so he makes sure to be gentle at force and ease her into it so she isn’t in any pain.

Details: short story. Reader receiving oral, gentle, caring.

“Are you sure you’re ready princess?” Niki asks gently, Y/N nods softly before speaking “yes..”

Niki nods and he gently rubs her pussy through her panties before sliding them down her legs.

Niki's fingers gently teased her folds, exploring her body with a gentle and patient touch. He knew this was her first time, and he wanted to make sure he took things slow and didn't overwhelm her.

"Just relax, princess," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "I've got you."

He slowly pushed one finger inside her, being extra careful not to hurt her. He could feel how tight she was around him, and he knew it would take some time for her to adjust.

Y/N tensed at the intrusion, her body not used to the feeling of being stretched like this. She let out a small gasp, her eyes widening as she felt Niki's finger slide deeper inside her.

"It's okay, princess," Niki reassured her, sensing her discomfort. "Just breathe and try to relax. I know it feels weird at first, but it'll get better."

He held still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of his finger inside her. He gently rubbed his thumb against her clit, trying to distract her from any discomfort.

Y/N's body slowly began to relax as she adjusted to the feeling of Niki's finger inside her. She let out a shaky breath, her muscles loosening slightly as he continued to gently rub her clit.

"That's it, princess," Niki murmured, his eyes locked on her face. "You're doing so well. good girl."

He slowly began to move his finger, carefully exploring her tight walls and stretching her out. He could feel her clenching around him, her body still not entirely used to the intrusion.

Niki continued to gently work his finger in and out of her, slowly building up a steady rhythm. As she began to relax further, he added a second finger, stretching her even more.

"You're so tight, princess," he groaned, his fingers curling inside her. "I can feel how much you're squeezing me. It's like your body is trying to pull me in deeper."

He began to scissor his fingers, stretching her even wider as he prepared her for a third finger. He used his other hand to gently rub her clit, helping to distract her from any discomfort.

Y/N's body was responding to Niki's touch, her moans and whimpers filling the room as he continued to work his fingers inside her. She could feel every movement, every stretch and curl of his fingers, and it was driving her wild.

"Ah, Niki," she gasped, her hips bucking up against his hand. "It feels so good. Please don't stop."

Niki chuckled, his fingers continuing to move in and out of her at a steady pace. He could feel her getting wetter and more responsive, her body preparing itself for what was to come.

"I won't stop, princess," he promised, his voice low and husky. "I'm going to make you feel so good. Just keep letting me hear those beautiful sounds you make."

Y/N was feeling a mix of pleasure and discomfort as Niki continued to work her open. She could feel the strange sensation of his fingers stretching her, and there was a brief moment of pain as he hit her hymen.

"Ah!" she gasped, her body tensing up as he touched the sensitive barrier.

Niki immediately stopped, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay, princess?" he asked, his fingers still buried deep inside her.

Y/N took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. "I'm okay," she said, her voice shaky. "It just hurt for a second. But I think I'm ready for you to keep going."

Niki looked at her for a moment, making sure she was sure before continuing. He knew this was a big step for her, and he wanted to make sure she was comfortable and relaxed.

"Alright, princess," he said, slowly starting to move his fingers again. "Just let me know if it gets to be too much, okay?"

As Niki continued to work his fingers inside her, he focused on finding the spots that made her moan and writhe beneath him. He curled his fingers, searching for that special spot deep inside her that would make her see stars.

"That's it, princess," he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. "Let yourself feel good. I want to hear you moan for me."

He increased the pace of his movements, his fingers thrusting in and out of her with a steady rhythm. He could feel her body starting to respond, her hips rocking up to meet his hand as she sought more friction.

Niki added a third finger, the stretch now bordering on painful but still sending sparks of pleasure through Y/N's body. He could feel her muscles fluttering around his fingers, her body starting to tense up as she approached her climax.

"You're close, aren't you princess?" he whispered, his eyes locked on her face. "I can feel it. Your body is squeezing me so tight, like it's begging for release."

Y/N's moans and whimpers grew louder and more desperate as Niki continued to work her towards her climax. She could feel the pressure building in her lower belly, her body trembling with the intensity of it.

"Niki, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to come. Please make me come."

Niki smirked, his fingers moving faster and harder inside her. He knew exactly what she needed, and he was determined to give it to her.

"I know you do, princess," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I can feel how badly you need to let go. Just let go and come for me. Let me feel you fall apart on my fingers."

Y/N's moans and whimpers turned into a high-pitched keening sound as Niki's fingers continued to drive her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her body tightening like a coiled spring, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity.

"Please, oh god, please," she gasped, her hands fisting in the sheets. "I'm so close. I can't hold it back any longer."

Niki leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Come for me, princess. Let it all go. I want to see you lose control."

Y/N's body finally snapped, the dam breaking as her orgasm crashed over her in waves. She arched off the bed, her back bowing as she cried out Niki's name.

"Niki!" she sobbed, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure consumed her.

Niki continued to work his fingers inside her, drawing out her orgasm and prolonging the sensation as long as possible. He watched her face, his eyes filled with awe and desire as he saw the pure ecstasy written all over her features.

As Y/N came down from her high, her body went limp and boneless against the bed. She was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

Niki slowly withdrew his fingers, gently rubbing her thighs as he watched her come down from her orgasmic high.

"You did so well, princess," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "You were absolutely stunning."

Niki leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his hands continuing to soothe her trembling body.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern. "Did I hurt you at all?"

Y/N shook her head weakly, a tired smile spreading across her face. "No, you didn't hurt me," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her moans and cries. "It was amazing. You were amazing."

Niki smiled back at her, his heart swelling with affection for the woman lying beneath him. He carefully pulled her into his arms, holding her close against his chest.

"I'm glad," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I wanted your first time to be perfect."

[nishimurasworld]

My brother's bride | n. rk

Weekly challenge: Obedience/Curse (secret-moonstruck x callmemonster68)

— Pairing: Ni-ki x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: "- But we have a few weeks until my sentence. -  Y/N came out of the river and got dressed leaving Ni-Ki there, he smiled at the thought of having her again."

— Genre: smut

— Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, praising, cum inside, making out, clit play, begging, hickeys, cum eating, overstimulation.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

Y/N's world shattered when she heard her father say that the king wanted her as a hostage and demanded her marriage to his eldest son, Seojin.

She spent days in a panic thinking about how her life was ruined, and if there was any way to escape this, but she couldn't think of any way to escape or anything, and it all got worse when she found out that even though the wedding wasn't for a few weeks, they wanted her living in the palace immediately.

Y/N's crying was the only thing that could be heard in her room that night, so when her door opened abruptly she screamed in fright. A terribly scary woman entered, followed by two other women. She was a shaman, she was sent with a purpose, to curse Y/N.

The curse was simple but cruel, Y/N could never disobey an order from that family, she would be the perfect puppet who would have to obey every order, and be totally submissive to her husband.

A few days trapped in the palace and Y/N had already found a way to escape at least from her room, luckily it was a remote and isolated place, as it was temporary, she would soon get married and have to live with Prince Seojin.

When she got out she saw that there were no guards, it was easy to get out to a small river at the back of the palace, she thought she could run away, but when she thought about it her chest hurt terribly, suffocating her, the curse proving real, she couldn't run away, but at least that far she could go.

The place was peaceful, and she knew that no one would go there, so she took off her clothes and entered the water, the silence calmed her, she relaxed there for a while, her eyes closed enjoying her small moment of peace.

- You shouldn't be here, you know that, right? - The male voice scared her, but at the same time a shiver passed through her body.

Y/N tried to cover herself by hiding under the water looking for where the voice was coming from, that's when she saw him.

Standing on the riverbank, with a smile on his handsome face as he watched her, he was beautiful.

- Who are you? Why are you here? - Y/N's voice was shaky and she hated it, it made her sound weak and scared. - Get out of here now. Are you some kind of pervert by any chance?

- I'm Ni-Ki, I imagine you're Y/N, my little sister-in-law, right? - Ni-ki started removing his clothes to enter the river, while speaking. - Maybe I'm just a little perverted, but you're the one swimming naked here. Very inviting.

In the mind of Y/Didn't stop for a moment, the right thing would be to tell him to leave, she herself should get away from there...she didn't even know him, and it was obvious what he was planning...but she also thought about how her life was already completely ruined, she would soon be married to a monster, in addition to being cursed to serve him...at least that, she should live her life even if it was just once, and also...her fiancé would obviously freak out with anger, the thought made Y/N smile.

- And you will apparently accept the invitation. - Y/N's tone was totally different when she spoke again, sounding challenging.

Ni-Ki paused for a moment as he watched Y/N's change in attitude, it was a matter of seconds for her to change from a scared girl to a bold one, he smiled at her sudden change.

- I thought you would run away, but apparently you are a little bitch. - He laughed in derision. - That rubbish of my brother bragging on have you under control, apparently he is mistaken.

Y/N's eyes followed Ni-Ki's every movement as he finished taking off his clothes, entering the river soon after. He was heading towards Y/N when he was surprised that she closed the distance by going to him.

- You don't like your brother. - The statement was followed by a devilish smile. - You know Ni-Ki, he'll probably hate knowing that his fiancee was from someone else before him.

Y/N's fingers run over Ni-Ki's chest and abdomen causing him to shiver. She was right, his brother would die of rage, he would ensure that, and in the most pleasurable way possible.

Ni-ki shuddered, a sigh leaving her lips when Y/N's hand grabbed his dick, a smile on her face, her eyes were fixed on his as she pumped him, feeling him getting harder and harder under her touch, she slowed down the pace a little making him irritated, and she smiled when he grunted.

- Hmmm, do you want me to continue? - She applied a little more pressure, feeling the veins pulsing against her hand. - Or do you want to end this another way? You know Ni-Ki, river water is not the only thing leaving me wet.

- Damn Y/N you are a teasing bitch.

- Oh, so you don't want to? - She threatened to walk away from him. - Okay. So goodbye Ni-Ki.

Y/N had barely turned to walk away when he pulled her back, her back slamming against his body, he held her tightly, she felt his erection against her, as he attacked her neck kissing and nibbling. A low moan left her lips as he grabbed her breast, his other hand sliding down her body to her pussy, his long fingers entering directly into her hot hole.

- Is it fun to tease others? - He whispered with his hoarse voice in her ear, while his fingers moved inside her. - You think I can't take care of a bitch like you?

His fingers never gave her hole a rest as his thumb played with her clit, making her arch against his body, but he stopped when he felt her clenching around his fingers.

- Do you want me to continue, or do you want me inside you? - He provoked her with the same question she had asked.

Y/N didn't respond, she just turned to him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she kissed him, that was the best response, he grabbed her legs, locking them around his waist as he penetrated her, both of them moaning into the kiss, his movements quick and precise while she moaned desperately, her head falling back exposing her neck, which he didn't hesitate to fill with marks.

- Such a dirty bitch, look at this pussy swallowing my dick. - He moaned against her skin, increasing the pace, making her moan more and more desperate for him.

- Yes Ni-Ki I'm a dirty bitch, you dirty bitch Ni-Ki.

He couldn't take it anymore, his cock twitching inside her as ropes of cum filled her. Y/N trembled in his arms as she came soon after, her pussy clenching against his cock making him moan.

- I don't know if I want to hand you over to my brother... - Ni-Ki said, still holding her. - I want more of you Y/N.

- That's not our decision, is it? - Y/N walked away from him, she was getting irritated remembering that she would soon be with that disgusting guy. - But we have a few weeks until my sentence. 

Y/N came out of the river and got dressed leaving Ni-Ki there, he smiled at the thought of having her again.

It became a routine for Y/N and Ni-Ki to meet, at first it was just to have sex, but soon it wasn't just that, they started talking, and that's when everything started to go wrong, Ni-Ki started to feel the desire to free her from her brother, and soon he started to want to protect her, then to want her for himself, and without realizing it, he ended up falling in love.

Y/N felt increasingly sad, she had already accepted her fate, but now? She ruined herself that day at the river, if she had left when Ni-Ki showed up, she wouldn't now be scared at the thought of leaving him to be with his monster brother.

Y/N smiled looking at herself in the mirror, it had already gotten dark, she would go to Ni-Ki's room to meet him as always, the wedding was approaching, but she forgot that when she was in his arms.

Y/N opened the door and was scared when Seojin was there waiting for her, he pushed her inside.

- Going to see Ni-Ki? - He pushed her against the wall, threatening her. - Dirty bitch, is that what you've been doing? You should be mine, not his. Who do you think you are to deceive me?

Y/N was shaking scared, she was afraid he would do something to Ni-Ki.

- You remember that you must obey me, don't you? For you will kill your dear Ni-Ki. Go on, be your usual bitch and then kill him, here take this dagger and you will stab him in the heart yourself. This way he will learn not to covet something that doesn't belong to him. 

When Y/N arrived at Ni-Ki's room he pulled her into his arms kissing her, internally She was suffering, fighting, she wanted to get out of there fearing what she was going to do, but she couldn't, she also couldn't express and warn him.

As time passed and she was there with him, she relaxed, thinking that maybe the curse wasn't controlling her, after all she had been there for some time and nothing happened.

As Ni-Ki kissed her, she began to forget her fear, it was difficult to think about anything when she was with him.

He didn't know what was tormenting her, but he could see that she was restless, he wanted to calm her, and he knew very well how to do that.

Making her lie down on the bed he began to kiss her, even his softest kiss was still hot and hungry as he stripped her of her clothes, followed by kisses all over her body, leaving marks on her thighs, she could feel his hot breath against her wet core, his tongue sliding over her wetness savoring every drop, he loved devouring her pussy, he moaned as his tongue played with her, the vibrations making Y/N's body arch, she held tightly to his hair in desperation, her thighs trying to close but his firm hands kept her away, he passed a hand under her thigh pulling her body more and more towards his face while his mouth devoured her hungrily.

- So good. - His hoarse voice sounded almost tearful.

Ni-ki loved it, being between his legs, his taste, his moans, everything was an addiction for him. His fingers sliding inside her as he sucked on her clit.

- Damn Ni-Ki. - Her voice was almost a sigh.

Y/N's body arching on the bed, him licking every drop from her making her more and more desperate, closer, he could feel her shaking, her breathing getting heavier, when she came in his mouth, he grunted, his tongue never stopping.

- Ni-Ki stop, please, it's too much. - She was too sensitive, but he didn't want to stop, he wanted to take her to the limit, and then go beyond it.

He continued, his mouth torturing her sensitive pussy, tears already streaming down Y/N's face as he took her to the edge again, her body agonizing beneath him as he never stopped, his tongue licking, playing and teasing her more and more, she begged, disjointed words leaving her lips as she came again, he continued licking every drop from her wet pussy, she feared he wouldn't stop, but he pulled away.

- I could do this all night. I can't get enough of you. - He quickly removed his own clothes. - But I can't take it anymore, I need you Y/N.

Ni-Ki turned around on the bed pushing her down, Y/N didn't know if she would be able to keep herself firm, when he entered her without warning, his cock sliding easily through her wet walls.

- So tight, but it swallows my cock so well.

He took no pity on her as he pounded her insides frantically, the sounds echoing through the room as his hips moved faster and faster, only to slow down and slam into her insides before speeding up again, he held Y/N's hips while his other hand was stuck in her hair making her back arch.

Y/N's trembling voice begging for him. He pulled her up, her body against his, his hand clamping around her neck, his fingers tightening around her throat, making her pussy clench around him.

- Really a bitch. - He said when he felt her contract, pressing his hand making her lean more against him. 

A prolonged moan left Ni-Ki's lips as he came undone inside her, his hips losing a little rhythm as he gave firmer thrusts while filling her, Y/N reached climax soon after feeling the hot liquid dripping from her pussy. But she knew it wasn't over, she knew Ni-Ki well enough to know he wanted more.

While Ni-Ki slept next to her, Y/N took the dagger crying, she trembled trying to fight against the order, she was about to plunge the dagger into his heart, she doesn't know where, but she got strength and managed to go against the curse. She screamed and pulled the blade turning towards her own chest, the tip was millimeters from her heart when Ni-Ki's hand stopped her.

- What are you doing? - He threw the dagger away and hugged her. - Why are you doing this?

Y/N crying clinging to him, shaking in his arms.

- He sent me, he told me to kill you, he found out about us, I can't, I can't do that.

- And you tried to kill yourself? - He was furious. - Would you die to not kill me?

- It was the only way, either that or I would have to kill you. 

Ni-Ki was furious he He wanted to kill his brother but he couldn't leave Y/N there in that state.

After calming her down and getting her to sleep, he left and went to talk to his father. But it was useless he and Seojin were on the same side. He was about to call the guards to get rid of Ni-Ki but the king didn't expect him to have the dagger they gave to Y/N, Ni-Ki stabbed the king in the chest, he had no remorse or anything, that man was always terrible to him and was doing the same to Y/N.

Ni-ki returned to her room, and when she opened the door her blood boiled, Y/N was lying on the bed, her clothes partially torn and Seojin on top of her, she screamed trying to get rid of him, her face covered in tears.

It took less than a second for Ni-Ki to cut Seojin's neck, his blood splattering across Y/N and Ni-ki. He pulled Y/N away from his brother's body.

- You're fine, he won't do anything to you. - Ni-ki tried to calm her down. - It's over.

There was no more curse, they felt relieved after destroying those responsible for all that. A slight smile on her lips before Ni-Ki pulled her to kiss her, it was desperate, and hot, it showed how much they finally belonged to each other without the fear of being separated, now Y/N belonged only to him.

Next challenge: Fantasy x Aphrodisiac

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐍𝐒𝐇.𝐑 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

【ᯓ★𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬】 Monster High — the school where every Beast, Creature, Ghoul and Monster was welcomed and accepted in. Things changed for a certain werewolf when a darling of a Vampire transferred from Transylvania to Monster High — she made his heart feel weird. His heart felt so weird that he seeked out to cupid for help — it was ghoul at first sight! 【ᯓ★𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞】 Romance, Monster High!Au 【ᯓ★𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬】 Werewolf!Riki, Vampire!Reader, Riki’s older sister (Konon),  appearance of some of the OG Monster high characters, skibidi toilet joke??? (once), appearance of &team members 【ᯓ★𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭】 0.7k

【ᯓ★𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞】 The Idea of the fic was basically Riki and Reader as Clawd and Draculaura (hence why I also added Konon into it) but it won’t be Clawd and Draculaura lore wise (not completely)! Just healing my inner child with this one and hopefully others as well/ make monster high engenes happy with this! Please fill this form out if you want to be on the taglist!!

“Have you heard , a new monster is coming today!”, Spectra floated around in the air with a huge smile on her face , her translucent fingers tapping away on her phone as she spread the news like the good blogger she was — his ears perking into the direction of where Spectra’s voice was coming from before glancing at his older sister who was getting her books out of the locker. “Ahhh, so that’s why my dorm room has gotten restricted for me”, Konon commented as she closed her locker, holding her books out to Riki so he could carry them to which he could only roll his eyes a little , reluctantly taking them from her hands. 

“So it’ll be a female monster. She better not mess with you , do you think she’ll be nice?”, Riki asked as he glanced down at her as they made their way to their classroom —  Konon may be a year older than him but she joined monster high the same year as he did because she was unsure about attending the school. Konon shrugged a little at that. “I don’t know , I hope so. I definitely don’t need someone as mean as Toralei as my roommate. I caught a glimpse of her belongings though , she seems to really like pink”,he scrunched his face up at that —  pink? Really? Out of all colors? “Oh don’t scrunch your face up like that , pink is a great color!”, Konon nudged him to which he just grumbled a little , his ears flickering in annoyance. 

“Oh , my bad. I forgot that my little brother is a nonchalant skibidi toilet sigma male”, she rolled her eyes , her voice laced in sarcasm but also holding a touch of teasing in it.”Never…Never say that again. I never want to hear you quote some human meme again like that… especially not that one”, he mumbled as he shivered , trying to contain the cringe he was feeling before they entered their classroom. He handed Konon her books back and they separated , his sister going to her friends and he himself going to his friends —  Maki , Taki and Harua. “You think the new ghoul will be pretty?”, Harua asked immediately as soon as Riki sat down , his small wolf ears perked up in curiosity to which Riki could only shrug —  how was he supposed to know? “Doesn’t matter if she is or not. I’m more curious what kind of monster she is. A cyclops? A deep sea monster? Maybe a hybrid?”, Maki mused as he continued to count types of monsters out , Riki couldn’t lie , he was also curious about that.

“Alright Student’s , attention. As you have probably heard from a certain Ghoul, we’ll be having a new student with us today”,Mr.Rotter grumbled out , his eyes glancing at Spectra who could only giggle upon being called out for already spreading the news. Riki was balancing his pen between his nose and puckered lips , his eyes glancing at the door as it opened — it felt like time had stopped for him. His pen dropped down on the surface of his desk , his ears perking up and his tail started to thump behind him in excitement , the sound of his pen dropping on the desk ringing in his feline ears.

This might have been the prettiest monster he has ever seen. 

Pink strands in the hair , a white skirt with black lace on the bottom matched with a pink vest that had some white ruffles as a collar and the one detail that stuck to his eyes —  the heart mark on the cheek. She was pretty , so beautiful and with his enhanced sense of smelling , he could smell that faint strawberry scent on her. His tail started to wag a little , his eyes completely focused on her —  he was so focused on her that he couldn’t even hear her introducing herself. Pointy ears, those cute little fangs showing even with her mouth closed —  definitely a Vampire , a cute one at that. What was going on? Why was his heart starting to race as she looked at him , giving him a soft smile. Maybe she was a Vampire with love powers, what if she just put a spell on him???

He had to seek out cupid!!

𐔌 . ݁₊ ۶ৎ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⭑.ᐟ 𐦯 @hollyoongs @planetmarlowe @hheeluv @luvashli

[nishimurasworld]

duck and his duck plushie - reader x ni-ki

warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, etc.

few days ago, ni-ki brought home a big duck plushie, and he knew you liked it the way your face lit up the moment he handed it to you.

you immediately smothered it with kisses, you were hugging it like it was the best thing ever so ni-ki felt proud of himself, happy cause he knew he did good.

earlier, he tried to kiss you before heading out to get food, only for the plushie to be squished between you two, completely blocking him.

and it always became like that. it annoyed him so much but he ignored it because it's stupid to get jealous especially over a toy,

plus he knew you'd also laugh at him.

now, after finishing dinner and cleaning up, you were curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone with the duck plushie in your arms. he stood behind the couch with his arms crossed, glaring at the duck's eyes.

then he kissed the top of your head, massaging your shoulders, hoping that maybe you'd let go of it for a second and when you didn't, he tried to take it from your grip. you immediately tightened your hold. "stop..."

"can you put it down for a bit?" he asked, nicely.

"no, you gave me this," you refused, hugging it even closer.

ni-ki rolled his eyes and snatched it right out of your arms before tossing it across the room.

"riki!"

you removed his hand off you and quickly tried to get the plushie back and moment you grabbed it, ni-ki got close again, stealing it right back before lifting you and carrying you to his room.

you protested, kicking your feet in the air.

"me first, y/n, come on." he sighed, trying to be calm, pretending he wasn't getting worked up over a stuffed duck.

he threw the plushie onto the bed, staring at it like it was his sworn enemy.

he wanted to tell you that he'd get rid of it if this kept up but knowing you, you'd probably cry so he just kept his mouth shut.

ni-ki pulled you closer, kissing you eagerly and deeply that you felt your knees going weak.

you barely gave yourself time to catch your breath because your hands were already tugging at his shirt, desperate to get it off of him, to feel his skin against yours.

and the moment his shirt was gone, you kissed him again, pulling him down with you as you fell back onto the bed, his hands roaming your body.

you pushed your pants down in a hurry, wrapping your legs around his waist, already locking ni-ki in place.

he glared at you in disbelief. "so you wanted me this bad, huh?"

and yet you don't give him any attention? ridiculous...

you nodded, biting your lips sexily. "yes, baby..."

ni-ki's hands found your tits, fondling and massaging them while his lips trailed down your neck, sucking, teasing the sensitive skin. his fingers traced circles around your nipples before dipping his head down, licking aggressively against one.

a gasp left your lips as pleasure shot straight to your core, making you squirm beneath him.

he moved to your other nipple, not wanting to leave it neglected, tongue swirling and sucking while his free hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing your clit fast as he grew more confident after he felt you getting more wet under his touch.

your breath hitched, hands gripping at his shoulders as you whispered his name over and over, breathy and desperate.

ni-ki positioned himself in front of your chest, "hold it together," he murmured, grabbing your wrists and guiding your hands to press your tits together.

"like this?"

"y- yes..."

his dick slipped between them, the warmth of it made his jaw clench. ni-ki moved slowly at first, watching as the tip of his cock hit your lips.

then you opened your mouth more, tongue out so you could lick his tip while he was just feeling it glide between your soft, slippery breasts, where each motion sent shivers down his spine.

you moved in rhythm with him, bouncing and pressing your tits tighter together. the friction made him moan deeply from his chest.

the way his dick, now wet shaft slid through your soft flesh... it was intoxicating, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

ni-ki's thrusts grew rougher, more desperate. his grip on your shoulders tightened as he chased his release. "ahh, fuck..." he came hard, hot cum splattering across your face, dripping down to your neck, chest, and breasts. he chuckled weakly at the sight, grabbing a towel to wipe it off your face then he threw it over the duck's head but you quickly removed it.

"what about me?" you pouted, looking up at him expectantly.

ni-ki groaned, rolling onto his back. "wait, my back hurts."

"babe!"

he quickly moved on top of you again before you could complain any further, pinning you beneath him and pressing his heavy body against yours that it made it hard for you to breath... but that's exactly how you wanted it.

he slipped his still-hard cock inside you before quickening his pace, his lips hovering just above yours, warm against your skin.

stupid duck.

it sat there beside you, pouting while its beady little eyes watched you having sex with him, and to ni-ki, it was staring like it was mocking him, taunting him that it had your attention.

his jaw clenched reaching out before smacking it off the bed, sending it tumbling onto the floor without a second glance.

then he moaned, head tilting back slightly as he thrust into you harder, like that was the last distraction standing in his way.

your eyes widened, "riki-" your words were cut off by the sharp snap of his hips, he was gripping on your waist, his fingers dug into your soft skin as he moved with more intensity, really reaally desperate to cum for the second time.

and he wasn't going to let you focus on anything else again.

you bit your lip, trying to suppress a giggle but it escaped anyway. his jealousy was so ridiculous and so obvious but somehow, it only made your boyfriend even more cute than he already was.

ni-ki looked down on you, his smirk returned as he slowed his movement, enough to make you ache for more. "you think that's funny?"

you whined, tilting your head up in an attempt to kiss him, but he pulled back, smirking and kept distance to drive you insane while moving his cock inside agonizingly slow. "riki, please." you whimpered, nails clawing at his back, walls of your pussy clenching tightly around his dick.

"say you love me more than the duck," he demanded, fingers holding your jaw to make you look directly at him.

your lips parted but words wouldn't come out. your brain was too foggy, too overwhelmed.

ni-ki picked up his pace again, pounding into you so hard the headboard slammed with noises against the wall. your moans mixed with the sound of his breathy groans as he dragged out the pleasure out of you, fast and overwhelming.

"say it."

"fuck! riki, i love you more-" you gasped, voice breaking as you leaked all over each other's thighs.

ni-ki smiled, satisfied as he finally closed the space between you with a messy, sloppy kiss. his thrusts turned erratic, hips stuttering as his own release hit just seconds after yours, spilling it all deep inside you.

he buried his face into the crook of your neck. his breathing was heavy and his body were still trembling against yours.

"i only love the duck because it looks like you..."

ni-ki lifted his head to glare at you but he's too exhausted to argue, and too fucked out to even roll his eyes properly, so he just scoffed, letting his lips press against yours again, shutting you up the only way he knew how.

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HARD HOURS - Enhypens reaction when you ask them a sexual question

cw: Explicit mentions, choking, spanking, spitting, dirty talk, shower sex, anything else? wc 8.2K TL: @ziiao @beariegyu @naurwayyyyy @ijustwannareadstuff20 @somuchdard @ddolleri @jinnibug AN: HEY YALL KINDA CRAZY BUT THIS WHAT IM BACK WITH, my fav was jungwons for surrrreeee but pls lemme know who's you liked the most in the comments! this is the post to this ask!

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

Heeseung was sprawled out on the couch, completely locked into his game, fingers tapping furiously at the controller as the sounds of gunfire and explosions filled the room. His brows were furrowed, his jaw set in focus. You could tell by the way his leg bounced slightly that he was fully immersed—until you sat beside him and nudged his thigh.

“Hee?” you murmured sweetly.

“Mm-hmm,” he responded absently, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, babe. Just give me a sec,” he murmured, dodging an in-game attack and letting out a satisfied laugh when his opponent went down.

You crossed your arms, tilting your head. “It’s a deep question.”

“Okay,” he said, distracted, “Gimme one more—” He froze as soon as the words fully registered. His head turned slowly, one brow arching in mild suspicion. “Wait. What?”

“It’s a philosophical question,” you continued, fighting back a smile.

“Philosophical,” he repeated dryly. He paused the game, setting the controller on his lap as he gave you a long, unreadable look. “What kind of philosophical question? Like, the meaning of life or something?”

You bit your lip, doing your best to keep a straight face. “Not exactly. It’s about… choking.”

Heeseung blinked. His fingers twitched against the controller. “Choking,” he repeated, his voice suddenly much lower. “Like, uh… the kink?”

“Mhm,” you confirmed, stretching out your legs like this was a casual conversation. “I’ve been thinking about why people like it. Is it about trust? Control? Or maybe something more primal?”

Heeseung stared at you. Then he sighed, dragging a hand down his face before leaning back against the couch. “Are you serious?”

You shrugged. “I think it’s an interesting topic.”

“I was literally about to beat that level,” he muttered, pointing at the paused screen. “And you want me to sit here and analyze the philosophy of choking?”

“Well, you can still play,” you teased, nudging his arm. “I can talk while you game.”

He gave you a long, unimpressed look before picking up the controller again. “You’re insane,” he muttered.

“Think about it,” you continued, grinning at how flustered he was. “Why do we want to give up control like that? What does it say about our trust in each other?”

Heeseung groaned, pausing the game again and dropping the controller onto his lap. “You’re seriously not going to stop until I answer, are you?”

“Nope,” you said brightly, leaning closer to him.

His eyes closed briefly as he let out another sigh. When he opened them again, there was a glint of amusement in his gaze. “Fine,” he muttered, setting the controller aside completely. “If you want to talk about trust and control or whatever, I guess we can do that. But just remember—you brought this on yourself.”

The corners of his mouth twitched upward, and despite his initial exasperation, you could tell he was starting to enjoy this. He leaned toward you, resting his forearm on his knee, and smirked. “Alright, philosopher. Let’s hear it.”

You blinked, slightly taken aback by his sudden shift in attitude. “Wait—are you actually interested now?”

Heeseung’s smirk grew. “No,” he said flatly, crossing his arms, “but you’re clearly not gonna let this go. So go ahead, hit me with your big philosophical choking theory.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh at how serious he looked. “Okay, well, I think it’s not just about the physical act, you know? It’s about trust. You’re giving someone that much control over you, and you have to fully trust them not to hurt you. That’s kind of beautiful, don’t you think?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Beautiful?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. It’s like a dance—one person leads, the other follows, but only because they trust that the other person knows exactly when to stop. It’s not just primal. It’s… intimate.”

Heeseung snorted. “Intimate,” he repeated, shaking his head. “You’re really turning choking into some kind of love poem?”

“I’m just saying!” you protested, throwing up your hands. “It’s more than just physical. Don’t you ever think about why we’re into the things we’re into?”

He let out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, not really. I just figured you liked it rough sometimes.”

You couldn’t help but grin at how casually he said it. “Well, yeah, but it’s not just that. It’s the trust. The dynamic. That feeling of giving up control in a safe way. Don’t you ever think about what that means?”

Heeseung looked at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a dramatic groan, he reached for his controller again. “I think it means I’m never gonna get to finish this game if you keep talking.”

You laughed, lightly swatting his arm. “You’re such a dork.”

“And you’re overthinking everything,” he shot back, though there was no real bite in his tone. “But fine. If it means that much to you…” He paused, his gaze flickering down to your lips before he leaned in closer, just barely brushing against you. His voice dropped slightly as he added, “Maybe I’ll show you exactly what trust feels like later.”

Your breath hitched, the teasing smirk on his face making your pulse race.

He pulled back quickly, though, laughing as he turned back to his game. “But only if you let me beat this level first.”

Heeseung’s fingers lingered against your jaw, his thumb moving in slow, deliberate circles along your cheekbone. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, flickered over your face, lingering on your parted lips. He was watching—reading you—taking in every shaky breath, every nervous flick of your gaze, every small movement that gave you away.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice lower now, a velvety, teasing hum. His lips hovered just inches from yours, and you could feel his breath ghosting over your skin. Close, but not close enough.

Your pulse jumped. He wasn’t even touching you properly yet, and somehow, he had you completely at his mercy. “You’re the one making me wait,” you managed to whisper, though your voice lacked the teasing edge you intended.

Heeseung chuckled softly, the sound deep and knowing. His grip tightened slightly, his fingers sliding down the column of your neck, grazing your collarbone before settling just above your waist. He held you there, his touch grounding but unhurried—like he was savoring the anticipation, like he knew exactly how worked up you were and was in no rush to give you what you wanted.

“That’s because I like seeing you like this,” he admitted, his tone smooth and unbothered, yet threaded with something darker. “All needy. Barely keeping it together.” His thumb dipped slightly, brushing against the waistband of your shorts before retreating—just enough to make you twitch under his touch.

Your breath hitched, and his smirk grew.

“You keep talking about trust,” Heeseung continued, his fingers toying lazily with the fabric at your hip. His movements were slow, agonizingly slow, as if daring you to break first. “But you already know you trust me.”

Your body leaned into him instinctively, searching for more, but his grip tightened just enough to hold you still. “Then prove it,” he whispered against your jaw, his lips finally making contact. “Let me do everything.”

The words sent a shiver through you.

His mouth moved down, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his tongue tracing the faintest heat against your skin before he pulled back—leaving you aching for more. His other hand slid under the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing over your ribs before drifting lower. Every touch was calculated, purposeful. Just enough to make your stomach tighten, just enough to make you want to beg.

But you didn’t. Not yet.

Instead, you dug your fingers into his shoulders, holding onto him as if he were the only thing tethering you to reality. Heeseung chuckled again, the sound vibrating against your throat.

“You’re holding on so tight,” he murmured, his voice dipping even lower. His lips hovered just beneath your ear. “Afraid I’ll let go?”

You swallowed hard. “No,” you whispered.

His teeth grazed the sensitive spot on your neck, just barely. “Then stop thinking,” he ordered softly. “Just let me take care of you.”

Your breath came quicker now, your body already burning with anticipation. And Heeseung—Heeseung could feel it.

His smirk deepened as he pulled back slightly, dark eyes flickering over your face. He was still taking his time, still making you wait. His fingers skimmed lower, trailing along the waistband of your shorts once more before slipping underneath.

You gasped softly, your fingers tightening against his skin.

Heeseung grinned, satisfied. “That’s better,” he murmured. “Now let’s see just how much you really trust me.”

And then, finally—finally—he gave you exactly what you needed.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

Jay was so patient with you.

Your husband spoiled you endlessly, let you crawl into his lap whenever you wanted, kissed you lazily even when he was exhausted, and held you close like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. But tonight? Tonight, he was actually trying to work.

You should’ve let him.

But then, you didn’t.

Instead, you climbed into his lap without warning, straddling him like it was the most natural thing in the world. He froze immediately, hands still hovering over his MIDI keyboard, his body going stiff beneath you.

You could feel his exhale against your neck. Slow, steady, knowing.

“…Bored?” he asked finally, his voice warm but very clearly suspicious.

You hummed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Not really. Just wanted to sit here.”

Jay let out a slow suffering sigh, but his hands settled on your waist instinctively. “Baby, you know I’m—”

“Can I ask you something?” you interrupted, tilting your head.

His fingers drummed absentmindedly against your back. “Okay…” He gave you a very skeptical look. “Is it normal?”

You pursed your lips, pretending to think. “I’d say so.”

Jay narrowed his eyes slightly, still not trusting you one bit. “Go on.”

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his jaw before whispering, “Why do you think I like sitting on your face so much?”

Jay’s entire body locked up.

His grip on your waist tightened immediately. His lips parted slightly, his pupils dilating as his brain fully shut down.He blinked once. Twice.

“…What?”

You smirked. “Do you think it’s about power? Like, I like being in control? Or do you think it’s more about trust?”

Jay just kept blinking.

You could see the exact moment his brain tried and failed to process what you had just said. His brows furrowed slightly, his jaw tensing.

“…Are we really having this conversation right now?”

You grinned. “Yes.”

Jay let out the deepest sigh, dragging a hand down his face. “I—what? Why?”

“Because it’s an interesting question.”

His hands slid down to your hips, gripping firmly. “Baby, I was literally working. And you just decided now was the best time to talk about why you like—”

“It’s psychology, Jay.” You lifted your hips slightly before settling back down, just enough to feel the way his breath hitched beneath you.

Jay’s fingers flexed, hard. His grip on you tightened instantly. His jaw clenched, visibly trying to keep it together.

“…You’re actually insane,” he muttered.

“But you love me,” you teased, shifting slightly again.

Jay inhaled sharply, his patience visibly wearing thin. “Okay,” he muttered, voice lower now. “You want an answer?”

You nodded, biting back a smirk.

His fingers traced slow, lazy circles against your hips. “I think,” he murmured, his tone dipping into something dangerous, “you like it because you know I’d stay there for hours if you let me.”

Your breath hitched.

Jay’s smirk deepened, his hands gripping tighter now. “Because you like having me at your mercy. Because you like seeing me fall apart underneath you.”

Your heartbeat thundered in your ears.

He leaned in, his lips just barely brushing against yours. “But if you wanna talk about trust,” he whispered, “then let’s test it.”

Before you could react, he rolled his hips up into you.

A sharp gasp left your lips as the friction sent a rush of heat straight to your stomach. Jay’s smirk didn’t fade. If anything, it grew as his hands guided you—slow, lazy movements, just enough to tease.

“Still wanna keep talking?” he asked, voice all silk and sin.

You barely managed to swallow. “I—”

He rolled up again, his grip tightening.

You whimpered.

Jay chuckled, leaning in until his lips brushed against your ear. “That’s what I thought.”

His hands guided you over him again, the friction sparking a dangerous kind of heat between your legs, your thighs trembling slightly as you gripped his shoulders. You could feel everything. The way he fit against you perfectly, the heat of his body radiating through the thin layers between you.

Jay’s lips brushed your jaw, his voice a low murmur. “I want you to feel it.”

You barely managed a reply before he rocked you down against him again, harder this time. A choked moan left your lips, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your body already burning.

Jay’s hands didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down.

His lips curled against your ear. “See?” he whispered. “You don’t even need my mouth to fall apart.”

You let out a desperate, broken noise, gripping onto him as your stomach coiled tighter and tighter, the slow, deliberate grind of his hips sending waves of heat through you.

“You wanted to talk about trust?” Jay muttered. “Then trust me. Let go.”

And then, he pushed up into you just right.

Your body gave in instantly, the sharp, overwhelming pleasure ripping through you too fast to stop. You trembled in his arms, your breath catching, your nails biting into his skin as you came right there, just from the way he moved you.

Jay let out a low groan, his hands gripping your waist as he kept you steady through it, watching you come undone in his lap.

And when you finally slumped against his chest, shaky and breathless, he just chuckled, his voice filled with pure satisfaction.

“That,” he murmured, lips pressing against your temple, “is the real answer to your question.”

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

Jake was completely at peace.

Sprawled across the couch, his laptop open in front of him, he was deep into some ridiculously long YouTube documentary about deep-sea fishing. His head was resting comfortably against the couch cushions, his arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other settled comfortably around your waist. You were leaning into his chest, tucked perfectly against him, the warmth of his body pressing into yours as he absentmindedly traced slow, light circles over your stomach.

It was comfortable. Domestic.

It was also about to be completely ruined.

He hadn’t even realized what he had done, how carelessly he had set himself up for failure, until it was far too late. Because when you walked in, when you settled so easily into his lap, nuzzling into him like you belonged there, he greeted you without thinking.

“Hi, my angel.”

The moment the words left his lips, his entire body tensed.

The realization hit him immediately.

A slow, creeping pause settled between you, as if even the air had stilled. His fingers froze mid-trace against your stomach. His breath hitched, sharp and slow, and you—you little menace—smiled. Sweetly.

Jake blinked once. Then twice. He swallowed hard, his grip on you tightening slightly. His brain was already trying to calculate how to undo his mistake, how to steer this moment back into something safe.

But it was too late.

His breath came slower now, more measured, more cautious. “Wait…” he murmured, his voice tinged with immediate regret.

You tilted your head up, still smiling. “Can I ask you something?”

Jake let out a slow, suffering sigh. “Oh, here we go.”

You ignored him, shifting slightly in his lap, settling in closer. “Why do you think dirty talk is so powerful?” you asked, your tone almost innocent. “Do you think it’s more about power dynamics? Or is it psychological?”

Jake’s entire body locked up.

Every single part of him—his hands, his breath, the subtle rise and fall of his chest—all of it stopped.

Like a deer caught in headlights, his fingers, which had been resting lazily on your stomach, stiffened completely. His jaw went tight. His chest barely moved.

Then, after a long, long moment of absolute silence, he sucked in a slow, sharp inhale.

His head tilted back against the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if asking the universe why it had forsaken him.His hands dragged down his face, his frustration so tangible you could almost taste it.

“…What the fuck.”

You giggled. “It’s a valid question.”

Jake turned his head so slowly it was almost painful, his eyes narrowed in pure disbelief. “No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s fucking not.”

Jake exhaled sharply through his nose, gripping your waist like he was trying to ground himself. “Baby,” he said, his voice so strained, “I was watching a fishing video.”

“And now we’re talking about something even more interesting,” you chirped, shifting in his lap just slightly.

Jake’s fingers flexed instantly. His grip on your waist tightened.

He exhaled through his nose again, sharper this time. “You are actually the worst,” he muttered, his jaw clenching.

You grabbed his hand, lifting it to your lips.

Jake immediately stopped breathing.

You kissed his fingertips softly, the warmth of your lips pressing against his skin before slowly, purposefully, slipping two of them into your mouth.

Sucking.

Jake let out a low, shaky breath. His entire body tensed.

His hand, which had been resting casually on your stomach just seconds ago, was now twitching in your grasp, his fingers pressing lightly against your tongue, his pulse quickening beneath your fingertips.

“…What are you doing?” he asked, voice dangerously lower.

You pulled his fingers out with a soft pop, tilting your head. “Getting them wet.”

Jake’s pupils dilated instantly.

His breath hitched as he swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His entire system was malfunctioning.

“For what?” he finally croaked, voice hoarse.

You guided his hand back down, slipping it beneath your waistband.

Jake’s breath hitched violently.

“Oh, fuck.”

His fingers twitched, and his entire body went rigid.

You turned your head slightly, your lips brushing his jaw. “Go on, Jakey.”

Jake let out a low, shaky exhale. “You are—” He cut himself off, sucking in a breath.

Then, after a second of pure hesitation, his fingers finally moved.

A soft whimper escaped you, and Jake lost it.

His arm tightened around your waist, his lips brushing against your temple. “You wanna talk about power?” he whispered. “Let’s test it.”

His fingers pressed deeper, teasing, purposeful, unhurried. He was taking his time, dragging the moment out just to see how long you could last.

Your hips jerked slightly, seeking more, but Jake just chuckled darkly.

“Patience, angel,” he murmured, so smug. “Since you wanted a full analysis, I think it’s only fair I take my time.”

His fingers dipped lower, spreading you apart as he dragged his touch through your slick. His movements were infuriatingly slow, feather-light strokes that had your thighs tensing instantly.

Jake hummed, his breath warm against your ear. “Shit, baby. You’re already this wet? Just from that?”

You bit your lip, breathing uneven.

His fingers stilled. “Use your words.”

You swallowed hard. “Y-yeah, Jakey.”

Jake let out a low groan, his lips pressing to the side of your neck. “Fuck. I should’ve known. My needy girl just loves being talked to, huh?”

You nodded quickly.

Jake chuckled darkly, his fingers suddenly pressing deeper, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

Your breath hitched, your legs tensing.

“You’re so easy to ruin,” he muttered, his tone filled with pure, filthy amusement.

His fingers picked up the pace, dipping inside you before pressing back up to rub exactly where you needed. Your hips jerked helplessly, a soft moan spilling from your lips as you gripped his arm for support.

Jake smirked. “Oh, you love this, don’t you?”

And then, he ruined you.

His fingers pressed deep, rubbing fast, relentless, filthy, perfect. His free hand tightened around your stomach, holding you down against him as you squirmed helplessly.

Jake groaned, his voice low and pleased. “That’s it, angel,” he murmured. “Just like that. Let me feel you.”

Your stomach tightened as the pleasure crashed over you too fast to stop.

And when it was over, when you were spent and shaking in his arms, Jake just smirked, bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

“Philosophy lesson’s over, angel,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Now you’re just mine.”

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

Sunghoon had one simple goal: take a shower, relax, and get some goddamn peace.

But no. That was never an option when it came to you.

The second you waltzed into the bathroom, planted yourself on the closed toilet lid, and smirked up at him like you had something evil brewing in that brain of yours, he should’ve just turned around and walked straight out.

But instead, he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he peeled off his shirt, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He should’ve ignored you.

But then—

“Babe, have I told you that you look suuuuuuper sexy right now?”

His fingers froze mid-motion on the waistband of his sweatpants. His entire body stiffened. Slowly, too slowly, he turned to look at you, his jaw already clenching.

He squinted, suspicious. “What do you want?”

You gasped, so dramatically, placing a hand over your chest like you were some old-timey actress in distress. “Why do you assume I want something?”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. He knew you. He knew exactly where this was going.

Your grin widened. “Can I ask you something?”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “No.”

“You haven’t even heard it yet!” you pouted.

Another sigh. "Fine. What?"

You tilted your head, studying him like he was a puzzle you were trying to solve.

And then—you ruined his entire night.

"Why do you think I like it so much when you fuck me in the shower?"

Silence.

A long, painful, unbearable silence.

Sunghoon just stood there, blinking, processing, trying to comprehend the absolute nonsense you had just said.

Then, without a single word, he turned to the shower wall and banged his head against the tile.

"Are you fucking serious?"

You burst into laughter, delighted. "What? It's a valid question!"

His jaw clenched. His fists curled at his sides. He inhaled deeply, through his nose, struggling for self-restraint.

His patience was hanging by a thread.

“Why,” he muttered, voice painfully flat, "why the fuck would you ask me that right now?"

You shrugged, still grinning. “Just curious.”

His eyes narrowed. “No, you’re not. You’re trying to start shit.”

You giggled. “I’m not! I just think it’s interesting.”

Sunghoon dragged a hand through his hair, his muscles tensing, his biceps flexing slightly in frustration. “I hate you .”

"No, you don't," you chimed, voice way too smug.

Sunghoon tilted his head back against the tile, exhaling sharply, as if praying for patience.

And then, you made it worse.

You stretched, arching your back slightly, batting your lashes up at him, letting the steam from the running shower kiss your skin.

"You're so dense sometimes," you teased, voice syrupy-sweet, laced with pure mischief.

Sunghoon’s head snapped toward you instantly.

His eyes darkened. His fingers twitched.

You smirked. "Maybe I just want you to fuck me in the shower."

That was it.

That was the final straw.

Sunghoon full-body froze.

For a second, he didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even breathe.

And then, his patience snapped.

In two quick strides, he was in front of you, gripping your wrist and yanking you up onto your feet. His other hand grasped the back of your neck, tilting your head up until your breath hitched.

His eyes? Dark. Sharp. Absolutely wrecked.

His thumb brushed along your jaw, teasing, firm, unforgiving.

"Say that again."

Your stomach flipped violently.

His grip on your waist tightened.

You smirked. "Maybe I just want you to f—"

You never got to finish your sentence.

Sunghoon grabbed you, lifted you effortlessly, and carried you straight into the shower.

Your scream of protest barely made it out before the water crashed over both of you, drenching you instantly.

And then—

"WAIT—LET ME TAKE MY BRA OFF FIRST!"

Sunghoon froze.

His grip on your thighs tightened slightly.

Then, slowly—so painfully slowly—he lifted his head, staring at you like you had just spoken a completely different language.

“…What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You whined, struggling in his grip, water dripping down your face. "Hoon, it's new! I don't wanna get it wet!"

Sunghoon let out the most exasperated laugh, shaking his head like he was physically restraining himself from throwing his head back in frustration.

"Baby. It’s just a bra.”

Your jaw dropped. "It is NOT just a bra!"

Sunghoon groaned, tilting his head back, breathing deeply like he was trying to find the strength to not completely combust.

Then, after a beat, his grip on you changed.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he muttered, voice darker now, rougher, wrecked beyond belief.

Then, before you could even react, his mouth latched onto your collarbone, biting, teasing.

Your protest turned into a sharp gasp.

His hands slid up your soaked body, fingers hooking under the bra straps, dragging them down, his teeth grazing against your skin.

And then, he sucked.

Hard.

Your breath hitched violently, your back arching instinctively.

Sunghoon groaned against you, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, teasing, tugging. His grip tightened, pressing you further into the tile.

"You're whining about a bra, but you're already falling apart," he muttered against your skin.

Your fingers clawed at his shoulders, legs trembling in his grasp. "H-Hoon—"

He grinned against your skin, completely in control now, completely in his element.

He licked a slow stripe over your nipple, sucking it into his mouth again.

Then, with a groan that sent heat pooling between your thighs, he sighed against your skin.

His mouth was fixated on your chest, his hands squeezing, kneading, his lips sucking bruises into your soft skin. His teeth scraped lightly, tongue flicking, mouth warm and wet as he groaned against your body.

His grip on your thighs tightened, pressing you further into the cool tile, the contrast of heat and cold making your breath hitch. He was obsessed, hyper-focused, like he was trying to commit every inch of you to memory.

And then—you ruined him all over again.

Between sharp gasps and breathy whimpers, you let out a teasing, mock-thoughtful hum.

"Hoon… if you had to choose, my tits or me… which one?"

Sunghoon’s movements completely stopped.

His teeth grazed over your nipple, pausing mid-bite. His fingers flexed against your waist, gripping you tighter. His breath stalled.

Then—so, so slowly—he lifted his head.

Water dripped from his soaked hair, running down his sharp jaw, over his kiss-swollen lips, and down the defined slope of his collarbones. His eyes flickered up, meeting yours—dark, dazed, completely wrecked.

And then, he let out the most exasperated groan of his life.

"Are you actually insane?"

You giggled, wiggling slightly in his grasp. “It’s a simple question.”

Sunghoon’s jaw clenched. His fingers dug into your thighs, holding you in place. He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes.

And then—just to make you suffer, he exhaled slowly, dragging his hands over your curves, squeezing your waist, before moving right back up to your chest.

His thumb brushed over your nipple lazily, teasing, deliberate. Then, he leaned in again, mouth hovering right over your skin, his breath warm, smirking against you.

"Hmm," he murmured, mock considering. "That’s actually a really hard choice, baby…"

Your stomach flipped violently.

He tilted his head, exhaling sharply through his nose, like he was really thinking about it. "I mean," he continued, squeezing your breasts again, licking a slow, teasing stripe over the sensitive skin, "on one hand, your tits are literally perfect."

His tongue flicked over your nipple, making your breath stutter.

"So soft, so fucking pretty, fit right in my hands," he groaned, his voice dropping lower, hungrier.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders. "Hoon—"

"But," he interrupted, grinning against your skin, pressing another wet, open-mouthed kiss, his teeth nipping at the skin right above your breast.

"You’re also really cute."

You snorted, shoving at his shoulder. "Really cute? That’s the best you’ve got?"

Sunghoon grinned, squeezing your thighs tighter. "I’m literally worshiping you in the shower, and you’re worried about my choice of words?"

You huffed. "You didn’t answer the question."

Sunghoon pulled back slightly, tilting his head, mock-considering again. Then, with zero shame, he muttered, "Honestly? …I might have to choose the tits."

Your jaw dropped. “HOON!”

He broke instantly, laughing against your skin, his grip on you tightening as you squirmed against him.

"I’m kidding, I’m kidding!" he choked out between laughs, pressing hot, teasing kisses back over your chest, dragging his tongue across every inch of skin he could reach.

Then, as he pulled you even closer, mouth ghosting over your ear, voice dripping with amusement and something darker, something heavier, he murmured—

"Don’t worry, baby."

He nipped at your earlobe, grinning against your skin.

"I’d never survive without you."

And then, he sank back down, lips wrapping around your nipple again, sucking deep and slow, like he was tasting something addictive.

This time, he looked up while he did it.

His big, dark eyes locked onto yours, wide and intense, watching every tiny shift in your expression. The moment your lips parted on a shaky moan, his grip tightened on your waist, his tongue flicking deliberately against the peak before closing his lips around it again, sucking harder.

His eyes never left your face.

Every time you gasped, every time your brows furrowed slightly in pleasure, he noticed. His breath came out faster, rougher, his pupils blown wide as if he was getting off on watching you unravel.

He pulled off with a wet pop, lips pink and glossy, tongue swiping over them as he tilted his head.

“Fuck.”

His voice was wrecked. Raspy. So deep it sent a sharp pulse straight through your core.

“You look so pretty when I do that,” he murmured.

His mouth was right back on you, sucking even harder, his eyes heavy-lidded, unwavering.

His fingers kneaded your other breast, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers, his hips pressing forward, pinning you completely against the tile.

The look on his face was pure hunger.

"I swear, I could do this forever, baby."

His voice was low, hoarse, slurred around his next breath. His thumb brushed over your nipple, teasingly slow. His lips pressed soft, wet kisses down the swell of your breast, dragging his teeth slightly as he went.

And then, as if the realization just hit him, he let out a soft groan, his head dropping briefly against your chest.

"God, I hate you," he muttered, his breath warm against your skin.

You let out a breathless laugh. "Yeah?"

Sunghoon lifted his head, grinning slightly, but his eyes were still dark, still drunk off you.

Then, with zero hesitation, he leaned down, kissing between your breasts, nipping lightly at your skin, before whispering—

"But I love your tits. I can’t live without them."

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

Sunoo was thrilled.

Not because of the movie playing on his laptop, not because he had finally gotten comfortable on the couch with his oversized blanket. No.

He was thrilled because you had just turned to him, eyes glinting with curiosity, and asked—

“Why do you think I like being praised so much?”

Sunoo blinked once.

Then, his entire face lit up.

“Oh, finally! A topic I actually care about!”

You snorted immediately. “What does that mean?”

Sunoo sat up straight, pulling the blanket off his shoulders like he was preparing for a TED Talk. “It means I have thoughts.”

Your lips twitched. “You’ve thought about this before?”

"Obviously." His tone was borderline offended. “Baby, do you realize how much you fish for compliments? If I don’t tell you you’re pretty at least three times a day, you start getting restless.”

You gasped, scandalized. “I do NOT!”

Sunoo arched a brow.

You pouted. “…Maybe a little.”

He grinned, smug. “See? And that’s why I already have a theory.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Alright, genius. Enlighten me.”

Sunoo’s eyes practically sparkled.

“It’s because you like validation, but not just any validation—you like earned validation.”

Your brows furrowed. “Go on.”

Sunoo tilted his head, clearly enjoying this way too much. “See, if I tell you you’re beautiful just because, you’ll accept it—but if I tell you that you’re beautiful because you just made me lose my mind in bed? That’s what gets you going.”

You froze.

Sunoo smirked immediately. “Ohhh, I’m right, aren’t I?”

You swallowed. “…Continue.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice turning softer, smoother. “You don’t just want to hear that you’re good at something—you want proof. You want me to tell you how good you are, how perfect you are, while I’m literally falling apart because of you.”

Your entire body felt like it was heating up.

Sunoo’s eyes gleamed. “You want to be the best. You want to feel like you’re irreplaceable.”

You bit your lip, suddenly very aware of how close he was getting.

And then, as if he was reading your mind, he smiled sweetly, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“You like being praised because you like knowing you’re ruining me.”

Your breath hitched.

And Sunoo caught it immediately.

His smirk turned positively sinful. “See? I told you I was right.”

You swallowed, trying to recover, but the knowing glint in his eyes had you spiraling. “Okay, fine. Maybe you have a point.”

Sunoo grinned, entirely too satisfied.

Then, just to push you further, he tilted his head, watching you closely. “Do you want me to prove it?”

Your entire body shivered.

And that was all the confirmation he needed.

Sunoo was still sitting, his posture perfectly relaxed, but his eyes? His eyes told a different story. They were dark, glinting with something sharp, something playful, something completely devastating.

And you?

You were fully spiraling.

Your breath hitched, barely noticeable, but Sunoo caught it immediately. His lips twitched into the softest smirk, like he was already celebrating his victory.

Then, with the slowest, most deliberate movement possible, he reached forward, his fingers brushing against your chin, tilting your face up slightly.

“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” he mused, voice velvety smooth, teasing.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “I—I’m just…” You swallowed. “Thinking.”

Sunoo smirked. “Mm. Thinking.”

And then, without warning, he closed the space between you.

The first kiss was soft, teasing, just a hint of pressure. Just enough to make your breath stutter.

But then?

Then he tilted his head slightly, deepening it—just barely.

And that was your first mistake.

Because the second your body melted into him, the second your fingers gripped onto his sweater slightly, he smiled into the kiss—fully in control, fully aware of the power he had over you.

His hand slid up your jaw, fingers pressing lightly at the hinge, guiding you into the kiss the way he wanted.

Slow. Controlled. Completely devastating.

When he finally pulled back slightly, his lips were already kiss-swollen, his breath uneven.

But his eyes?

Smug. So, so smug.

“You like it when I take my time, don’t you?” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

Your stomach flipped violently.

Sunoo grinned. “That’s what I thought.”

And then, before you could even respond, he was on you again.

This time, no hesitation, no teasing.

Just deep, soul-stealing kisses, his lips moving against yours slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring every second.

His free hand slid down, gripping your waist, pulling you closer, until you were practically pressed against him.

You let out a soft, breathless sound, and that was all it took.

Sunoo groaned softly against your lips, his fingers tightening on your waist as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss even further.

His tongue traced along your bottom lip, slow, unhurried, teasing, and when you gasped softly, he swallowed the sound immediately, taking full control of the kiss.

And just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he pulled away—just barely, just enough to make you chase his lips.

His breath fanned against your mouth, his lips grazing yours as he whispered—

“See, baby?”

His fingers slid along your jaw, tilting your chin up slightly, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“You love it when I praise you.”

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

It had been one of those weeks. Jungwon was exhausted, and all he wanted was a night of uninterrupted sleep. But you had other plans.

You’d been tossing and turning beside him for nearly half an hour, sighing loudly, shifting closer and closer as if waiting for him to acknowledge you. He didn’t. He stayed still, kept his eyes shut, and prayed you’d get tired and fall asleep.

Instead, you whispered, “Jungwon?”

He ignored you.

“Jungwon,” you tried again, your voice sweet and teasing.

A sharp sigh escaped him, and finally, he muttered, “What.”

You smiled, pressing yourself closer. “Can we talk about something?”

“No,” he said flatly, eyes still closed.

“But it’s important.”

“It’s never important.” His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it.

“You don’t even know what it is yet,” you said, undeterred.

Jungwon opened his eyes just enough to glare at you. His expression was entirely unamused, but the annoyance in his face was matched with a weariness that made his sharp tone almost flat. “Fine,” he muttered. “What is it?”

You bit your lip, trailing your fingers lightly over his stomach. “It’s about sex.”

He stilled, his hand twitching against the blanket. “…What about it.”

“I’ve been thinking,” you said, drawing out your words as you brushed your nails down his chest, “about why I always want you to fuck me until I cry.”

His jaw clenched, his body going rigid. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Then, with an exaggerated exhale, he rolled over and faced the wall.

You gasped. “Oh my God. You’re actually ignoring me?”

“Yes.”

“But I need you.”

“You always need me.”

“And you love it.”

Jungwon let out the heaviest sigh you’d ever heard. After another moment of silence, he rolled onto his back again, dragging a hand down his face. His eyes were half-lidded, heavy with exhaustion and exasperation.

“You have no self-control,” he muttered.

You grinned. “Mhm.”

He shook his head. “No, because let’s really talk about this. You’re constantly like this. Always touching me, always saying things like that. Do you have any idea how impossible you make my life?”

You giggled softly, your fingers moving lower. “I do.”

“That wasn’t a compliment,” he said, narrowing his eyes at you.

“But you love me.”

“…Unfortunately.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience hanging by a thread. “I have been told I have a very high sex drive, but baby, I do not have the facilities to go three times a day. I have things to do. I need sleep. I need to—”

His voice cut off mid-sentence as he noticed where your hand had gone. His gaze dropped, and his lips parted slightly as he registered the slow, deliberate circles you were making against yourself.

“Are you seriously doing that right now?” he asked, his voice low and clipped.

You smirked, letting out a soft moan. “Mhm.”

Jungwon’s jaw tightened. His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling it away. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, his voice quiet and controlled. “You really have no shame, do you?”

His free hand trailed down to your thigh, pausing just at the edge of your hip. “You’ve made my life difficult every single day this week. And now you’re doing this.” His fingers brushed against you lightly, making you shiver. “Fine. If you’re going to be this much of a problem, then count every single time you’ve made things harder for me.”

“Count?” you repeated, your breath catching.

“Count,” he ordered, his voice calm but firm. He paused just long enough for you to hesitate before delivering a sharp slap against your center.

You gasped, your back arching slightly at the sudden sting.

“One,” you murmured, your voice unsteady.

Jungwon hummed softly, satisfied. “Good. Now keep going. Let’s start with Monday—when you woke me up two hours early because you were ‘bored.’ I told you to wait until I was actually awake, but you just wouldn’t stop until I gave in.”

Another slap.

“Two.”

“Tuesday,” he continued, his voice still low and even, though his grip on your wrist remained firm. “I had a meeting, and you climbed onto my lap, whispering in my ear, making it impossible to focus. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

The slap that followed was harder this time, the sharp sound echoing through the room.

“Three.”

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze steady on you. “Wednesday. I was trying to work, and you walked in wearing that shirt you know drives me insane. You didn’t even have a reason—just stood there, stretching, pretending not to notice what it did to me.”

Another slap, this one leaving you breathless.

“Four.”

“Thursday,” Jungwon continued, his tone remaining measured. “I came home late, exhausted, ready to collapse. But you were waiting in bed, saying you couldn’t sleep, that you missed me, that you needed me—like I didn’t have the right to rest after a long day.”

The next slap made you whimper, and you barely managed to whisper the number.

“Five.”

“And Friday,” he said, his voice calm and thoughtful, as though he were simply recounting facts. “You walked in while I was on the phone, saying the filthiest things in my ear, completely throwing me off.”

Another slap, another gasp, another quiet number.

“Six.”

Jungwon smirked faintly, his expression unreadable as he leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. “Six times,” he murmured. “Six times this week you’ve pushed me too far. I wonder how many more it’ll take before you finally learn.”

And then, without warning, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your neck before he parted them. A single strand of saliva dripped from his mouth, landing directly where his hand had just been. The warmth of it sent a shiver through you, and your thighs instinctively shifted.

Jungwon watched your reaction, his gaze dark. “You don’t listen,” he muttered, his thumb moving to spread the wetness over your heated skin. “But that’s fine. I’ll just have to remind you again.”

With that, he leaned down further, his mouth finding its way to your skin. His lips pressed lightly, his tongue dragging along the sensitive area. And when he finally took you in his mouth, the warmth, the pressure—it was too much. Your breathing quickened, your hands clenching the sheets as he worked, his actions slow, deliberate, and relentless.

Jungwon pulled back slightly, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He glanced up at you, his expression still composed, though his eyes burned with intensity. “You’ll count properly next time,” he said quietly, his tone steady, “or we’ll just keep going until you do.”

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢

The private court was quiet, except for the sound of sneakers skidding across the pavement, the steady rhythm of the basketball bouncing, and the occasional swoosh of a perfect shot hitting the net.

It was almost peaceful.

Almost.

Because you were bored out of your mind.

At first, you had been entertained—watching Riki drip with sweat, his muscles flexing subtly under his shirt, his jaw clenched in focus as he moved effortlessly across the court. You could’ve sat there for hours.

But now?

Now you were kicking at the pavement, sprawling yourself dramatically across the bench, watching him ignore you like it was his job.

You sighed loudly. "Ni-ki."

“Mmm.” He didn’t even glance at you, lining up another shot.

You huffed. "I’m bored."

“Okay,” he said, still not looking.

Your eye twitched. “That’s it?”

He smirked slightly, dribbling the ball lazily. “What do you want me to do? Call the circus to entertain you?”

“I don’t know,” you grumbled, watching as he effortlessly sunk another shot before catching the ball again.

Riki finally turned, spinning the ball in his hands, giving you the laziest grin. “You literally begged to come watch me play.”

“Yeah, because I thought you'd be entertaining,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “Instead, I’m just sitting here, staring at you running around in circles.”

He grinned. “So basically, you just like watching me be hot.”

You snorted. “I mean… yeah.”

Riki’s smirk widened. “I knew it.”

You rolled your eyes, but then, an idea hit you.

A terrible, wonderful, completely deranged idea.

“Actually,” you started, stretching your arms above your head, watching him carefully, “I have a question.”

Riki blinked, dribbling absently. "Why do I feel like this is about to be something weird?"

You ignored him. “Why do you think I like it so much when you spit in my mouth?”

Silence.

Riki’s hands literally stopped moving. The ball bounced off his foot and rolled away.

Very, very slowly, he turned to stare at you, expression completely blank.

“…I’m sorry?”

You grinned. “Like, psychologically. What do you think it means?”

His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

Nothing came out.

You waited. Smiling. Expectant.

Riki exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

You gasped, mock-offended. “That’s rude! It’s a normal question!”

“That is not a normal question!” He threw his hands up, fully spiraling now. “Who the hell sits courtside, watches their boyfriend play basketball, and then just—just casually wonders about the deeper meaning of spit kinks?!”

You shrugged, completely unbothered. “I just think it’s interesting.”

Riki rubbed his temples like you were giving him a migraine. “Jesus Christ.”

Then, after a long pause, he squinted at you. “…So, do you actually want an answer?”

You grinned. “Obviously.”

Riki groaned, shaking his head. "You're actually insane."

But then—he actually thought about it.

“…Okay, fine.” He crossed his arms, looking at you like you were a science experiment. "You like being spit in because you’re gross."

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, Mr. Psychology Degree."

He smirked. "No, seriously. It’s the ownership thing, isn’t it? It’s about control. You like it because it’s filthy and degrading, and that’s what gets you off."

Your stomach flipped violently.

Riki caught it immediately.

His grin widened. "Ohhh, that’s totally it."

You crossed your arms, trying to play it cool. “I—maybe. Continue.”

He tilted his head, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. “It’s primal, isn’t it? Something about me doing something so demeaning, but you still loving it. Like you’d take anything I give you.”

Your thighs pressed together involuntarily.

And of course, Riki saw.

His smirk turned wicked.

"You like it," he murmured, stepping forward, bouncing the basketball once before letting it roll away.

Your back straightened. “I never said that.”

"You didn’t have to," he said smoothly.

Then, before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, yanking you up from the bench effortlessly.

You let out a surprised squeak, your hands instinctively pressing against his chest.

"Riki—"

"Shh," he murmured, backing you up until your spine hit the court wall.

Your pulse skyrocketed.

His arms caged you in, his body pressed just barely against yours, not touching but close enough that you could feel his warmth.

"So," he mused, tilting his head, his eyes flicking between yours. "You like it when I’m in control, huh?"

Your breath caught.

Riki grinned, teasing. "What was that thing you said earlier? You like it when I spit in your mouth?"

Your face burned. "I didn’t say I liked it—"

"Oh, no, no, baby," he murmured, leaning in, lips ghosting over yours, breath hot and sweet. "You love it."

You whimpered.

Riki’s grin widened. "Should I prove it?"

Your stomach flipped so hard you nearly collapsed.

And before you could answer, his hand tilted your chin up, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

His eyes darkened, lips parting slightly as he ran his thumb along your tongue.

"Open," he murmured.

And when you did?

He spat, slow, deliberate, watching with parted lips as it slid over your tongue.

And then, just to make it worse, he whispered—

"Swallow, baby."

Your head spun.

And before you could even process what was happening, his lips crashed against yours.

The kiss was hot, messy, completely unhinged.

His hands slid down, gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him, until you were trapped between his body and the cold wall of the private court.

You gasped softly, and Riki swallowed the sound immediately, deepening the kiss just enough to make your legs weak.

"See?" he muttered against your lips, his voice dripping with amusement.

"You just like letting me win."

Then, with zero hesitation, his hands slipped lower, gripping your thighs.

And before you could say another word, he lifted you effortlessly, pinning you against the wall completely.

The feeling of his hot breath against your neck, the firm press of his body against yours, the way he had you completely at his mercy. It all proved his

[nishimurasworld]

Best friends, better lovers

Pairing: nishimura riki x fem¡reader

Sypnosis: Niki and Y/N have been best friends since childhood, their bond growing deeper with every shared memory. But as they enter high school, something shifts. The playful glances, lingering touches, and unspoken chemistry build a tension neither can ignore. As their feelings evolve from innocent friendship to undeniable desire, they must decide whether to risk their friendship for a chance at love or lose it all. The question is: can they walk away, or will they cross the line into something far more complicated?

Warnings: oral sex, light degradation,smut, use of pet name ‘daddy’ etc.

Niki and Y/N had been inseparable since before they could even remember, the kind of friends who knew each other so well it was like they shared one mind. Their parents had been friends since college, moving into the same neighborhood shortly after getting married. They often joked that Niki and Y/N had met before they were even born—bonded through countless shared moments, from baby showers to family vacations.

Growing up, they were practically glued together. From playing hide-and-seek in each other’s backyards to building pillow forts during sleepovers, there wasn’t a single memory that didn’t include the other. By the time they hit middle school, they were known as the dynamic duo, always side by side, laughing at their own inside jokes that no one else could understand.

They’d spent entire summers together exploring the woods behind their houses, riding their bikes down to the corner store for popsicles, and sitting on the dock by the lake, feet dipped in the cool water as they talked about everything under the sun. Their parents adored their bond, always commenting on how lucky they were to have found such a close friend so early in life.

One summer afternoon, when they were about fifteen, they lay on a patch of grass in the park, watching the clouds drift by. Niki turned his head to look at Y/N, noticing the way the sunlight filtered through her hair, making it glow.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yeah?” Y/N glanced at him, shielding her eyes from the sun.

“You ever think about what we’re gonna do when we get older?” he asked, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

Y/N frowned slightly, caught off guard. “Like what? College, jobs, stuff like that?”

“Yeah,” Niki said, his gaze drifting back to the sky. “And other stuff too, like if we’ll still be hanging out as much. If we’ll still be… this close.”

Y/N rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him. “Of course we will, Niki. Why wouldn’t we be?”

Niki shrugged, looking thoughtful. “I don’t know. I just feel like everything’s changing lately.”

She didn’t realize then what he meant—how his feelings for her had started to shift, moving from innocent friendship to something deeper, more complicated. At the time, she simply laughed, giving his shoulder a playful shove.

“Stop being dramatic,” she teased. “You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

He grinned at that, a wide, boyish smile that made her heart flutter in a way she couldn’t quite understand.

High school hit like a whirlwind, and everything did start to change. They still walked to school together every morning, earbuds shared as they listened to music, sometimes singing along, their voices mingling in a way that felt like home. Their friends would joke about them being like an old married couple, and while Y/N would laugh it off, she couldn’t help the way her cheeks flushed, her heart beating a little faster when she looked at Niki.

One day after school, they headed to Y/N’s house to study. It was a typical scene: her mom was in the kitchen, humming to herself while making dinner, the scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through the house. Niki made himself at home, as usual, flopping onto Y/N’s bed and opening up his textbook.

“Did you even take notes today?” Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow as she glanced over at him.

Niki smirked, flipping through the blank pages. “Does it look like I did?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing. “You’re hopeless.”

“That’s why I have you,” he said, flashing her a grin that made her heart skip a beat.

She ignored the flutter in her chest, trying to focus on her homework. But it was hard when he was so close, the bed dipping under his weight as he leaned over to peek at her notebook.

“Y/N,” he said quietly after a moment, his voice serious. She glanced up, surprised to see the thoughtful look on his face.

“What is it?”

He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. “Do you ever think about… us? Like, how everyone always jokes about us being together?”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. She forced a laugh, trying to brush it off. “They just like teasing us because we’ve been friends forever.”

“Yeah, but,” Niki said, his gaze intense, “do you ever wonder if there’s more to it than that?”

Her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected him to actually voice the questions she’d been pushing to the back of her mind. “I don’t know,” she said quietly. “Maybe sometimes.”

The moment stretched between them, charged with something new and unfamiliar. Before either of them could say anything else, Y/N’s mom called from the kitchen.

“Dinner’s ready, you two! Come on down!”

The tension broke, and they both laughed nervously, standing up to head downstairs. The rest of the evening was filled with easy conversation and laughter, but that moment lingered in Y/N’s mind long after Niki had gone home.

As the weeks went by, it became harder and harder to ignore the shift in their relationship. They found themselves touching more often—Niki’s hand lingering on the small of her back as they walked, Y/N’s fingers brushing against his when they passed each other things. It felt like they were both testing the waters, seeing how far they could go before they fell in completely.

One Friday, after a particularly long school day, Y/N was at her locker, grabbing her books for the weekend. Niki leaned against the locker next to hers, watching her with a look she couldn’t quite decipher.

“Hey,” he said softly, “want to get out of here?”

Y/N glanced up, surprised. “Where to?”

He shrugged, his smile turning playful. “Anywhere. Let’s just skip the rest of the day. We could go to the lake, get some ice cream… just the two of us.”

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

They ended up by the lake, sitting on the dock with their feet dangling over the edge, the sun beginning to set over the water. The air was warm, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange.

“Niki,” Y/N finally said, breaking the silence, “what’s going on with us?”

He turned to her, his expression serious. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. And not just as my best friend.”

She felt her heart pound in her chest. “I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she whispered. “It’s been driving me crazy.”

Niki moved closer, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek gently. “Then maybe we should stop thinking,” he murmured.

Before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It was slow, sweet—like a promise. When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathing hard, foreheads resting against each other.

“Y/N,” Niki whispered, his voice raw with emotion, “I love you. I think I’ve always loved you.”

Y/n smiles softly and blushes. “I love you too, Niki. I was just too scared to say it.”

Niki smiled, pressing his lips to hers again, more confidently this time. He pulled back, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and desire. “Come with me,” he said softly, his hand squeezing hers.

Y/N nodded, letting him lead her back to the school. They slipped through the halls, his hand tight around hers, until they reached a quiet, secluded corner near the janitor’s closet. He glanced at her, his expression almost shy as he opened the door and pulled her inside.

The door clicked shut behind them, and in the dim, confined space, it felt like the whole world had narrowed down to just the two of them. They stood there, breathless, as the weight of their words hung in the air, a promise of what was to come.

In the dimly lit janitor's closet, the air thick with the scent of floor cleaner and underlying tension, Niki backed Y/N against the cold, concrete wall. His tall frame towered over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the faint light seeping from beneath the door.

"You've been driving me crazy all day," Niki growled, his voice a harsh whisper. His hands, rough from years of sports and manual labor, gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head. She gasped, her back arching, breasts pressing against his firm chest.

"Shh, we can't make a sound," he murmured, his thumb pressing against her lips. His other hand snaked down her body, squeezing her breast through her shirt before sliding down to hike up her skirt.

His fingers are trembling as he pushed her against the wall, his hand slipping beneath her skirt, his thick arm wrapped around her slender thigh. The janitor's closet door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the empty hallway, before he roughly spread her legs apart and dropped to his knees.

He pulled her skirt up and buried his face between her thighs, his nose pressing against her soaked panties. Y/N let out a muffled scream against his shoulder as he devoured her pussy, his tongue delving deep inside her tight, clenched hole, lapping up her juices.

With a low groan, Niki tore her panties off, the fabric ripping easily in his strong hands. He tossed the ruined garment aside and dove back in, his tongue flicking rapidly over her swollen clit. Y/N's hips bucked involuntarily, her pussy dripping with arousal.

"Daddy, please," she whimpered, her voice hoarse from suppressed screams. Niki looked up, his eyes dark with lust, and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her pussy flush against his mouth. He held her there, his nose buried in her cunt, his tongue fucking her relentlessly.

Y/N's legs started to shake as Niki's tongue pounded into her, his mouth making loud, sloppy noises against her soaked pussy. She cried out, the sound muffled by her own hand pressed against her mouth as she struggled to contain the loud moans escaping her throat.

Niki stood abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He grabbed Y/N's wrists and spun her around, shoving her face-first against the cold wall. She yelped as he flipped her skirt up, revealing her glistening bare pussy. "Take a good fucking,"

"You're gonna take my thick meat like a good girl, aren't you?" Niki hissed into her ear, his hands rough as he spread her cheeks apart. He spat on her hole, his thumb rubbing the saliva in, loosening her up just enough. "You're so tight, Y/N."

"I-I'm... I'm so tight for you, d-daddy," Y/N stammered, her breath hitching as he slowly pushed his thick fingers inside her. Niki chuckled darkly, his other hand gripping her hair tightly. "That's right, baby girl."

"Your holes are mine to play with, isn't that right, Y/N?" Niki growled, his abs tensing as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of her. She nodded eagerly, her words muffled against his palm as he covered her mouth. "Good girl."

Niki unbuckled his belt with one hand, keeping the other wrapped tightly around Y/N's mouth. His pants fell to the floor, revealing his hard, sculpted thighs and the bulge straining against his boxers. He slowly lowered them, his thick, hard length slapping against his abs.

"Look at what you do to me, Y/N. This is all for you," Niki breathed, stroking his cock. He slapped the head against her ass, leaving a glistening smear of precum. Y/N moaned desperately under his hand, pushing her hips back for more contact.

Niki gripped his throbbing shaft, rubbing the swollen tip teasingly along Y/N's dripping slit. "Beg for it, slut," he commanded, his voice a low rasp. "Tell Daddy how badly you need his big cock stretching out your tight cunt."

"P-please, d-daddy, I n-need it, I n-need your big c-cock inside me!" Y/N begged, her words frantic and muffled against his palm. Niki smiled, his abs flexing as he lined up his massive dick with her soaked pussy.

"You're gonna take it all, Y/N. Every thick inch, you understand?" Niki hissed, slowly pushing into her. She whimpered beneath his hand, her nails scrambling against the wall for purchase as he stretched her wide. "Nod if you understand!"

Y/N nodded eagerly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as Niki's fat head popped past her entrance. "Good girl," he purred, his hand tightening around her mouth as he began to push in further. "Daddy's gonna fuck this tight little cunt until you can't walk straight."

Niki slowly fed his thick, pulsating shaft into Y/N's quivering hole, his powerful hips flexing with each inch he sank deeper. She writhed against the wall, her legs kicking helplessly as he stretched her painfully wide.

"Shhh, just take it, you cock-hungry whore," Niki whispered harshly, his palm muffling Y/N's desperate whimpers as he continued to drive his massive dick into her tight channel. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around him, trying to accommodate his girth.

"I-I can't... it's too b-big, d-daddy!" Y/N gasped, her voice muffled against his sweaty palm. Niki shushed her harshly, his voice a low growl against her ear. "You can take it, you little greedy thing."

As Niki's thick cock continued to stretch and fill her, Y/N's moans began to change. The initial pain transformed into intense, overwhelming pleasure. "Mmmm... y-yes, d-daddy! Your c-cock feels s-so good!"

"Fuck, you're loving this, aren't you, you little slut?" Niki sneered, his hips snapping forward to bury himself balls-deep inside her. Y/N moaned loudly against his hand, her body shaking with pleasure. "More, daddy, p-please!"

"You want more, baby girl? You want Daddy to pound this tight little hole until you can't think straight?" Niki hissed, his hand tightening around her mouth as he began to thrust harder and faster, his hips like a jackhammer.

Y/N nodded frantically, her eyes rolling back in her head as Niki's brutal fucking sent her spiraling into ecstasy. "Y-yes, daddy, p-please, f-fuck me harder! Make me your good little girl!" She screamed against his palm, her voice muffled but desperate.

Niki growled, his muscular body slamming against Y/N's as he pounded into her mercilessly. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by her muffled moans. "Take it, you cock-craving whore!"

"Mmmm... m-more, d-daddy, g-give me m-more!" Y/N begged, her body convulsing as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel every ridge, every vein of Niki's massive member as he stretched her wide and filled her completely.

Niki's powerful thrusts became relentless, his sculpted abs slamming against Y/N with increasing force as he drove her towards the edge of oblivion. "That's it, slut. Cum for Daddy. Cum all over Daddy's big cock!"

Y/N's eyes rolled back, her vision blurring as the pressure built to a breaking point. With a scream muffled against Niki's palm, she came violently, her pussy clamping down on his throbbing dick as she spasmed through her intense orgasm. "A-ahh~ daddy~..”

Niki's hand slid down from Y/N's mouth to cover her throat, squeezing possessively as he continued to piston in and out of her quivering body. His powerful thighs slapped against hers as he pounded through her release. "Look at you, taking Daddy's big load so well."

Y/N's head lolled back onto Niki's shoulder, her breath hitching as he continued to stretch and fill her with long, thick strokes. "D-Daddy, it's so big... you're f-filling me up..."

"That's right, baby girl," Niki growled, his voice low and smug. "And when I'm done, I'm going to pull out and watch my warm, creamy seed drip out of your well-fcked little hole." He punctuated each word with a slow, deliberate thrust.

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, her entire body relaxing against Niki's powerful form as he continued to pump in and out of her. "P-Promise, d-daddy? P-Promise you'll pull out and w-watch it d-drip out?"

Oh, I promise, my dirty little slut," Niki purred, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "I'm going to fill this tight cunt to the brim and then watch every last drop leak out. You want that, don't you?"

Feeling immensely satisfied, Niki slowly extracted his slick member from Y/N's thoroughly ravaged pussy with a wet plop. True to his word, he watched intently as pearly strands of his cum began to ooze out of her swollen lips. "There's a good girl,"

After cleaning up and helping Y/N redress, Niki took her hand and walked with her to class, his expression unreadable. As they entered the bustling lecture hall, he leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper. "Remember, not a word to anyone."

Y/N nodded meekly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she took her seat. Throughout the lecture, she squirmed slightly, hyper-aware of the sticky residue between her thighs and the dull ache in her thoroughly used core.

As the professor wrapped up the lecture and dismissed the class, Y/N stole a glance at Niki. Their eyes met, and despite the taboo nature of their shared secret, they both suppressed grins, silently acknowledging the unspoken bond between them.

That evening, as Y/N arrived home with Niki following behind, her mother eyed them suspiciously from the kitchen doorway. "Well, well, what have we here?" She asked, her gaze flicking between the two of them. "You two seem awfully...close."

She paused, her brow furrowing slightly as she continued to scrutinize them. "And Y/N, you're walking a little...unsteadily. Like you're sore. Have you two been...?" Her voice trailed off, but her eyes widened slightly as if realizing the unthinkable.

Y/N's face flushed a deep crimson, and she glanced nervously at Niki before stammering, "M-mom, it's nothing! We were just talking and laughing, that's all!" But her mother's gaze remained locked onto hers, and Y/N knew she wasn't fooling her.

Her mom laughs and both her and Niki both blush deeply.

Requested by: @nishimurasworld

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PAIRING. fem!reader x ni-ki CONTENT. sunshine and grumpy trope , fluff , ni-ki is more nonchalant rather than grumpy.. :p NOTE. this was requested by an anon :3 thank u for requesting !! this is the closest i could get to writing ni-ki as a "grumpy" character (,,>﹏<,,) u can find part 2 here !!

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