strawberrynull

[strawberrynull]

☆ ink drunk

pairing: ni-ki x f. reader

riding ⋆ p in v ⋆ grinding ⋆ tattoo fixation ⋆ begging ⋆ kissing/hickies

an: this is for my insta oomf.. yk who u are ;) wc: 1.7k

you don’t even remember how you ended up here—straddling ni-ki’s lap, his hands heavy on your thighs, his lips moving against yours like he’s starving. his tongue pushes into your mouth, messy and desperate, and you taste the faint sweetness of the drink he’d had earlier. you’re both breathing hard, like neither of you can get enough air, but still refusing to pull away.

his body is warm under you, solid, the kind of heat that makes your head spin. you start kissing down, pulling away from his mouth just to leave wet trails along his jaw, his neck, the line of his collarbone. he lets out a soft hiss when your teeth scrape him lightly, his fingers flexing on your thighs.

you want more. you always want more when it comes to him.

your lips keep traveling, lower and lower, until you hit the spot—his right side, just above his waist, where dark ink is etched into his skin. you pause there for a moment, eyes flicking up to see his reaction, and god—you’re rewarded instantly.

ni-ki’s breath stutters, his jaw clenches, and he tilts his head back, eyelids fluttering shut.

that’s all the encouragement you need.

you press your mouth to the tattoo, slow and deliberate, letting your tongue trace the curves of it. then you suck, harder, until a deep, raw groan spills from his chest. the sound makes your pussy clench around nothing, need sparking hot and sharp in your gut.

“fuck—” he grits out, voice lower than you’ve ever heard it. his hips twitch up under you, restless, needy, like he can’t control himself.

“this spot makes you lose it, huh?” you murmur against his skin, lips brushing the ink as you speak.

“y/n—” his voice cracks on your name, his hands gripping tighter at your waist. “don’t stop.”

you smile against the tattoo, pressing your lips there again, sucking until the skin is flushed and damp. meanwhile, your hand slides down between your bodies, palming him through his sweats. he’s already so hard, so heavy against your palm, and the combination of your lips on his tattoo and your hand working him has him unraveling fast.

he bucks into your touch with a strangled moan, head turning into the couch cushions like he’s trying to ground himself. you keep kissing and sucking at the ink while you tug his sweats down just enough, your fingers wrapping around his cock at last. he gasps—loud, unfiltered—and you swear you feel his whole body shiver.

“gonna kill me,” he mutters, voice ragged, eyes squeezed shut as you stroke him slow and steady.

you sit back just long enough to tug your own shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere behind you. ni-ki cracks his eyes open at the sound, gaze dropping to your bare pussy as you hover over him. his lips part, and he looks wrecked already—hair messy, chest rising and falling, his cock flushed and dripping in your hand.

“y/n, please—” he starts, but his words cut off with a sharp inhale when you sink down onto him in one smooth motion.

he grabs at your waist instantly, a broken groan spilling from his lips as you take him all the way in. you’re so wet that he slides in deep, stretching you perfectly, filling you until your vision blurs.

“fuck,” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders as you steady yourself.

“oh my god,” ni-ki whimpers beneath you, hands squeezing your hips like he’s afraid to let go. his eyes are wide now, blown black with lust, and he looks up at you like you’ve ruined him completely.

you start to move, rolling your hips slowly, letting him feel every inch of you. he arches up into you helplessly, breath coming out in ragged moans.

“you feel so good, ni-ki,” you whisper, leaning forward to kiss him again. the kiss is sloppy, wet, your teeth clashing, but neither of you care. you grind down harder, angling your hips just right, and he cries out against your mouth.

his chest is flushed now, his body trembling, and when you lean back down to kiss his tattoo again—pressing your lips, your tongue, your teeth against it—he loses it.

“shit—baby, i—” he chokes, his hands flying up to grip yours. “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop—”

your lips stay glued to the ink while you ride him faster, his cock hitting deep, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. every time your mouth touches the tattoo, he moans louder, fucks up into you harder, like it’s wired directly to his cock.

you’re gasping now, clinging to his shoulders as the knot in your stomach tightens, every thrust pushing you closer.

“ni-ki—” you whimper, “i’m gonna—”

“me too, me too, fuck—don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

and you don’t. you slam down on him again and again, mouth sealed to his tattoo, until the pressure inside you snaps. your orgasm crashes over you hard, your whole body shaking as you cry out his name.

ni-ki follows almost instantly, thrusting up into you with a guttural moan as he spills inside, holding you down on him as deep as you’ll take him. his body arches, then collapses back onto the couch, his chest heaving, his eyes glassy.

you both stay like that for a moment, panting, clinging to each other. his cock softens slowly inside you, your thighs trembling from the effort.

finally, he lets out a shaky laugh, brushing sweaty strands of hair from his forehead. “holy shit.”

you giggle breathlessly, pressing one last soft kiss to his tattoo before sitting up slightly.

he looks at you, eyes soft now despite the mess of sweat and cum between you. his hand drifts to the tattoo, fingertips brushing over it gently before he takes your hand in his.

“never letting anyone kiss me there but you.”

. . .

˚₊‧꒰ა ꣑ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[strawberrynull]

im a sucker for downbad!bf headcanons

that being said, showing off your new bikini haul to bf!enha.

jungwon

"wonnie baby, come here please," you call out in a sing-song voice. he immediately emerges from his room to meet you in the living room.

"look at all the stuff I bought," you perk up.

his heart damn near jumps out of his chest when he sees what you're taking out of the shopping bags.

"that's a bikini????"

"well what else would it be?" you furrow your eyebrows, tying the side of your bikini bottom.

it's hard for him to focus properly with those pretty patterns adorning your skin. the straps are wrapped sinfully around your shoulders and hips. the bottoms make no effort to cover your ass. he silently hopes you also bought a rash guard or cover up too (you didn't).

all he can do is laugh to himself. he really wants to be a gentleman and give proper critique but he finds himself stumbling every time he tries to put together a single thought.

heeseung

he's so unserious lol. he can't even pretend that he's not eyefucking you. his face is bright red and he's barely saying anything.

"hee you're not giving me any feedback," you pout at him.

"i'm sorry baby, you just look really pretty." he's bricked up and can't breathe properly. he's cheesing so hard guys. he's literally sitting back watching you strip naked just to put on the skimpiest bikinis he's ever seen.

he's having the time of his life watching your tits bounce every time you change to a new top. the tiny bottoms framing your ass way too perfectly. and god the way the fabric digs into your thighs is criminal.

"you have to be doing this on purpose," he complains, much to your confusion.

"do you not like them?"

"god i wish i didn't"

jay

your #1 supporter and hypeman icl.

you ask him to take pics of you in your new outfits and he's damn near on the floor making sure to get the best angles. that doesn't mean that he isn't taken aback every time he sees the bikinis get smaller and smaller. his eyes widen at the tiny scraps of fabric you take out.

"these are beautiful sweetheart, but i have shoelaces that could cover you up better than this." he says half-joking, half-serious.

"i don't wanna cover up though," you reply defiantly.

he cant argue with that.

"whatever you want my love"

who was he to complain about you wearing something you loved. and who's to say he's not enjoying this either. definitely wants to take some pics of his own just to have for his own little collection.

jake

cant stop cheesing pt.2. literally a giggling mess. his eyes are darting everywhere, trying to take in what's going on in front of him. biting his lips every 2 secs, kicking his feet, thanking whatever gods out there blessed with such a gorgeous girlfriend.

"well??"

"pretty girl, respectfully, i can't remember the colour of anything you just showed me"

"jakey" you whine, utterly disappointed.

"i'm sorry baby, but I can say that they were all amazing in their own way," he reassures you, caressing your naked waist and nuzzling into your neck.

sunghoon

"hoonie take some pics of me," you practically demand, shoving your digital camera into his hands.

"is this a prank?" he scoffs.

"what do you mean?" you ask, already getting into your first pose.

you're gonna be the death of him. he ends up taking the most blurry and terribly framed pictures because he's so distracted.

"beautiful, how do you even plan to swim in these. one strong tide and you're done for," he comments.

"you're supposed to wear less clothes for less drag or whatever," you argue.

he wants to argue back but he can't deny that you're blessing his eyes right now. and he gets to feel you up under the guise of fixing your pose. he's enjoying it in the moment, but once you're done he snaps back to reality.

"throw these out immediately, i cant believe people would even call this clothes"

he proceeds to argue with you the whole day until you come to a compromise of wearing shorts over the bottoms.

sunoo

#1 supporter 2.0

"sunnyyyy, look what i got"

"this is literally a ribbon" he deadpans.

"exactly!"

loves everything that you show him. is highkey amused by how creative you can get with styling 2 straps of fabric. dont get it wrong though, he is also completely enamoured with your boobs and your thighs looking so full in your outfits. his eyes are drawn to your naked stomach and how your fat bends and protrudes as you move around. he catches himself blushing so hard when he snaps out of it.

"they're all very pretty babe, but don't you think they're a bit... distracting?"

"well that's the whole point"

touche.

niki

he's so awkward guys, bless his heart😔.

"what about this one?"

he wants to say that he can't keep his eyes off your chest. but all he can do is sit down with his face buried in his hands, trying to hide how flushed his face is. it doesn't help that you're stripping right in front of him without any semblance of shame.

"it's pretty..." is all he can get out.

you're clearly not satisfied with his answer, so you keep searching for the one that he'll actually love. he has to look away when you bend over to take out another one to try on. the bikini you're wearing is being held together by hopes and dreams.

"you're planning on wearing these in public?"

"i mean, i dont own a pool do I?"

complete opposite of jake. he thinks this is his punishment for having a hot girlfriend.

[strawberrynull]

Guys I very very sincerely apologize for not posting. Idk what’s wrong with me but I wanna write so bad but I never have the energy to. I come up with so many ideas and I just can’t finish writing them. I’m so so sorry. I have something 90% finished in my notes so hopefully I’ll post for you guys this week. I really truly love writing and I’m very sorry I’ve been so inactive :(

[strawberrynull]

LOUDER FOR THE ONES IN THE BACK

are you using ai?

getting asks like this—like y’all haven’t seen someone with good grammar or just being straight up dumb—is exactly why writers take breaks and start second-guessing their writing. there have been SO MANY enha writers, and just writers in general, who quit or stop writing because they keep getting accused. it’s NOT funny to ask someone that. It’s discouraging as fuck.

but to answer your question, no, i don’t use ai for my writing. i’m literally a writing major BY CHOICE, this entire account was made for enha, but I started to write to improve my vocabulary and expand my writing skills over a spectrum of styles, my whole future career is built on telling stories. everything i post is from my own brain, my own effort, my own love for writing. i plan it, write it, edit it, obsess over it, that’s what makes it special to me.

i’d rather spend days perfecting something that’s 100% mine than rush to post something that doesn’t sound like me. and when i do post multiple things in a few hours, it’s usually because i’ve been working on them for days or i’m just locked in and have that burst of focus where i have to finish it.

writing and planning my stories takes a lot of time because i edit constantly—i’m diagnosed with insomnia and depression, so writing genuinely helps me express what’s inside. it’s more than just putting words on a page; it’s a way for me to process everything going on in my head. sometimes i write in bursts when i can’t sleep, other times i go back and rewrite parts a million times until it feels right. + my therapist told me writing counts as treatment for my depression, u basically just asked me if I cheat my treatment 😭. that defeats the whole purpose but you get it.

[strawberrynull]

We DONT support beiberscoups here

guys what the fuck

[strawberrynull]

guys what the fuck

[strawberrynull]

LORDDDDDD PLS DO MORE OF TGESE

pussy drunk munch sub!loserjake who cums in his pants like 5 times when he eats you out.

anon.. this might actually be the best request i’ve had in my life. this is so hot I cannot function properly after writing it, bc ITS SO JAKE.. UGH GUYS PLS ENJOY THIS IM SO OWUTHEKWKZ

cw: smut, pussy eating, oral fixation, heavy sub!Jake, overstimulation, degradation + praise mix, messy sex, dom!reader

Jake is drooling between your thighs.

Literally.

You can feel it, hot spit dripping down his chin, onto your folds as he moans into your pussy like he’s been starved for it. And maybe he has. He’s been teasing himself about it for weeks, making dumb little comments, giggling when you caught him staring at your shorts like they’d personally offended him. Until finally, you spread your legs and told him:

“Show me what that big mouth is for, loser.”

You’ve never seen him fall to his knees faster.

Now he’s got his head buried between your legs like he wants to live there, licking you open with messy, full-tongue drags, nuzzling your clit, kissing it, sucking with so much wet sloppiness your thighs are shaking and your head’s thrown back against the couch cushions.

“Mmm—f-fuck, taste so good,” he whines, voice muffled into your pussy. He shakes his head like a dog in heat, nose grinding against your clit as his tongue pushes into you again. “I could die down here. I wanna die down here. Please let me—please—”

You’re not even touching him.

But Jake jerks beneath you with a guttural gasp, and you hear the wet squelch of his cum shooting into his boxers.

“Did you just—?”

“Mhmf!” he whimpers, not stopping for a second. His hips twitch as more drips out, soaking the front of his sweats. He doesn’t even care.

“That’s the first time?” you ask breathlessly.

He nods, face red, mouth shining. “Y-Yeah.”

“Pathetic.”

He moans like you praised him.

He cums again five minutes later.

All you did was tug on his hair and grind your hips into his mouth like you were using him, because you are. And that was enough. His thighs clenched under you, and he whimpered something that sounded like I’m sorry, but he didn’t stop.

He never does.

Jake eats pussy like a man possessed. Like your cunt holds the secret to the universe and he has to decipher it with his tongue. He slurps and sucks and worships, repeating everything he loves about it with sweet, filthy, completely brainless desperation.

“You’re so warm… so wet… y’r pussy’s like heaven. I can’t—fuck, can’t stop licking, I wanna live inside you—!”

You lose count after the third time he cums. His pants are ruined. His thighs are shaking. There’s a wet patch under him that spreads every time his hips rut into the couch cushion. But his tongue just keeps moving—up, down, inside, around—while his arms squeeze your thighs like he’s scared you’ll run.

He’s sobbing into your pussy by the time you cum, and when your thighs close around his head, trembling with overstimulation, he growls.

“More,” he begs, breathless and needy. “I need more. Please sit on my face, again, I’ll be good—wanna make you cum til you cry. Please. Wanna drown.”

You grab his hair and yank.

“Jake. You came in your pants five times.”

His eyes are glossy, pupils blown, lips slick with your arousal. He smiles like a drunk boy, fucked out and blissful.

“…So?”

You laugh. He looks up at you like you hung the stars. Like the only thing he believes in is your pussy.

And the worst part?

That might be true.

[strawberrynull]

Can I pls request for Ni-Ki being a total boob guy. Like he would be obsessed. They would start cuddling on the couch, his face in her chest, then boom more happens 🤭

Loveeee ur writing btw

hey anon, thank you for the request, i hope you'll enjoy this, i surely did. i'm so happy you like my writing, that means a lot

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𐙚 ENHYPEN NIKI sucking your tits

Niki’s head was a comforting weight on your chest, nestled just below your collarbone, his breathing slow. His arm was draped loosely over your waist, fingers occasionally flexing absently against your hip. It was peaceful.

You ran your fingers through his soft hair, the strands slipping like silk between your knuckles. A contented sigh escaped him. He shifted slightly, turning his face more fully into your chest, his nose brushing the swell of your breast through the cotton. You hummed, enjoying the closeness.

Then, his lips moved. Not a kiss, not yet. Just a slow press against the curve of your breast. Your fingers stilled in his hair. His breath hitched. Your nipples hardened instantly, a tight peak pressing against the shirt against his cheek. He felt it. You knew he did because he went very still for a heartbeat.

Then, slowly, he turned his head. His lips found the stiffened peak through the shirt. He pressed his open mouth against it. A soft sound, barely a whimper, escaped your lips. Your hand tightened slightly on his shoulder.

Encouraged, or perhaps just surrendering to his own need, Niki closed his lips around the fabric-covered bud. He suckled gently. The pull was light but it sent a jolt straight down your spine to your clit.

Your hips jerked against the couch cushions. His arm around your waist tightened, pulling you closer. He sucked again, firmer this time.

"Off," he mumbled against your breast. His hand tugged impatiently at the hem of your shirt. "Need it off."

You lifted your arms, helping him peel the damp shirt over your head, tossing it aside. The cool air hit your skin, making your nipples tighten even more, standing out hard against your breasts. Niki’s gaze locked onto them. He buried his face between them for a moment, nuzzling the soft skin, breathing you in. Then his mouth closed over your right nipple.

He sucked hard, pulling the stiff peak deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. You gasped, arching your back off the couch, pushing your breast further into his demanding mouth. "Niki… oh god…" you breathed, your fingers tangling fiercely in his hair, holding him there.

He growled before switched breasts, sucking the other nipple with the same intensity. You could hear the soft, sucking sounds, feel the scrape of his teeth just grazing the sensitive areola. Every pull of his mouth sent fresh shocks through you.

Then, he bit down. Not hard, not enough to hurt, but a sudden, sharp pressure of teeth right on the very tip of your nipple. You cried out, a sharp sound torn from your throat, your whole body jolting. The sensation made your inner muscles clench hard on nothing. He held the bite for a second, his dark eyes meeting yours before releasing and soothing the spot with his tongue.

He did it again on the other side, biting down gently on the swollen peak, then laving it with his tongue. The push-pull, the sting and the soothe, drove you wild. You were panting now, writhing slightly under his mouth and his arm still locked around your waist. Your free hand slid down your own belly, under the waistband of your shorts, seeking the aching heat between your legs. You found yourself soaked, your fingers sliding easily through slick folds.

Niki saw the movement. He lifted his head just enough, your nipple slipping wetly from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the hard peak. He watched your hand move under your shorts, his gaze heavy-lidded.

A low sound rumbled in his chest. He didn't stop you. Instead, he lowered his mouth again, this time taking both your nipple and a generous amount of soft breast flesh into the heat of his mouth, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the tender skin, while his eyes stayed locked on yours, watching you touch yourself because of what he was doing to your breasts.

[strawberrynull]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⌗﹒ helping hand

── heeseung had an unusual ritual before every competition as a professional league of legends player. one that his ex-girlfriend could no longer fulfill for him, leaving him desperate enough to ask for your help as his best friend.

pairing! bsf!lee heeseung x fem!reader

genre! f2l, smut, porn w/ a dash of plot warnings! heeseungs a professional gamer, league of legend mention :(, oral (m & f rec), face fucking, deepthroating obv, praise? heeseung whimpers and whines here and there, masturbation (f.), unprotected sex, big dick heeseung, cum swallowing & eating oneselves cum?, overstim, lowkey the pussy made heeseung go insane, no dom/sub dynamics they just wanna freak it, hees a little awkward, weird and talkative. gooner shit.

note: minors do not interact. hello this is a rework of smth i posted on ghstzzn. it went from 3.3k words to 8.6k uhh yeah! also thank u to my wives @tinycatharsis and @prkhaven for beta reading and helping me with a lot of editing!!! i love u guys my little skrunkly omega polycule

≽ ^⎚ ˕ ⎚^ ≼

it’s been awhile since you’ve had heeseung linger around your apartment for hours or even days like this. between his time spent with his now ex girlfriend and his professional gaming career, you had rarely seen him. you could only rely on the occasional short lunch meetings or quick coffee runs to catch up with your best friend.

it’s not that his ex disliked you, but more so disliked that you and heeseung happened to be an extremely attractive pair of friends and hated that people would confuse you both as a couple rather than heeseung and her.

you missed your best friend, and it comforted you to know that he returned those feelings. 

before heeseung had stepped foot into a relationship with his ex, he would spend half of his time at your apartment. especially when he had a competition that was near, and you found yourself smiling at the fact that nothing's changed even now.

“are you nervous?” you ask him, watching as he packs little things he left at your apartment into a small suitcase for the gaming league. it was only one city away but these sorts of things take an entire weekend. 

heeseung hums, shaking his head, his grown out colored hair falling in front of his eyes, “i’m confident.” you know he’s not lying either. there’s not much you know about gaming, or specifically, league of legends—but according to your mutual friends, heeseung seems to be a god at the game. yet, he seemed so antsy about something.

“so what are you gonna do about your little pre-competition ritual,” you hope to lighten his mood, easing him of whatever that was on his mind.

“what ritual?”

you clear your throat, “oh, um. your blowjob ritual..?”

the question was asked with playful intention, but heeseung didn’t react in such a way at all. the ritual, as you called it, was something heeseung accidentally created a few years ago when he had first gone pro. his situationship at the time gave him head right before he left as a sexy goodluck and a reminder of what he had waiting for him when he got back, but that day he had carried and won the competition for his entire team. 

the next year after that he had gotten with his girlfriend and had shyly asked her to suck him off, to which she agreed and it had officially become a routine for every competition, including smaller, less meaningful ones because it was that serious to him.

“you okay, hee?” 

“can i ask you something?” he suddenly speaks up, voice way louder than he intended, causing the both of you to cringe at the volume. “s-sorry.. can i?”

you nod slowly, “yeah, anything. is everything okay?”

heeseung thinks for a few moments before speaking again, “it’s a little personal and it’s okay if you are uncomfortable with this and you absolutely do not have to say yes but i need to at least ask.”

“heeseung just say it.” you’re obviously nervous now, feeling like you might’ve crossed a line with your own question. the usually goofy guy in front of you now carried a dead serious expression, and it made your palms sweaty.

“can you give me a blowjob before my competition this weekend?”

your reaction comes in three stages. the both of you stare at each other in silence for about three minutes before you burst out in laughter, which also lasts about three more minutes. but when you see heeseungs straight expression turn panicked, you go completely silent again.

“wait… seriously?” 

heeseung swallows before shaking his head timidly. he debated laughing along with you and passing it off as a complete joke but he felt the need to follow through. the room is silent again. your fingers subconsciously play with the zipper on his suitcase as you think about the question he just proposed to you. 

your best friend, whom you’ve experienced half your life with, just asked you if you could give him head before one of his league of legends competitions so he could win. and he meant it.

what was the right answer here?

“you.. you don't have to,” heeseungs heart feels like it’s about to fall out of his chest. why on earth would he ask such a thing to his only female friend? no less, his best friend.

it was a joke. yeah, a joke! oh my god, why would i ask that, you pervert! you should’ve seen your face! you guys joke like this all the time, this is no different. he could totally play this off coolly. 

“it’s fucking stupid, i know. but it seriously helps me and you know she would do it for me everytime.” he began rambling without even realizing it, heeseung’s mouth completely betrayed his mouth the second he opened it. the air is so thick with tension you would have to take a chainsaw to it. “y-you aren’t her, yeah, but i don’t know—it genuinely gets me through the competitions.”

heeseung lets out a shaky breath, “forget it. just ignore what i said.”

oh, he fucked up. why would he do that? what could he possibly do now when he could barely look you in the eye? heeseungs eyes flicker to the door. it’s less than ten feet away, i could leap off this couch and make it out of here in less than—

“well, no heeseung,” you cut him off, “i can’t just forget that you seriously asked me something like that.”

damnit. heeseungs fingers dig into his thighs. he felt nothing but shame. if you started slut shaming him right now, he wouldn’t even blame you.

“please don’t make this awkward. you can say no and we can forget this happened.”

you could tell heeseung wanted to rip his tongue out, and to see your best friend this distressed over something so silly made you want to drop everything and get rid of those feelings for him. 

“i mean, i never said no, did i..?” 

heeseung looks up, meeting your gaze with a shocked expression, “what?”

“yeah,” you nod, thinking over the initial question, “it doesn’t hurt to think about it. i mean, it’s not like you’re asking me to fuck you—a blowjob wouldn’t hurt us. especially if it’s going to help you.”

he blinks. heeseung might think you’re going insane, and he’s the one that asked you for the blowjob. no way you were actually considering this for him. and with the answer you gave him, he was close to picking you up and spinning you around in the living room just like every romcom. 

what did he do in his past life to gain such a supportive, pretty best friend.

“so… you’ll think about it?” your best friend's voice is quiet when he asks, like he’s scared to speak up any louder. “like, seriously?”

“yeah,” nodding your head, you flash him a reassuring smile. agreeing to suck off your friend before his professional video game competition, a totally normal request.

when heeseung leaves your apartment, you immediately cuss yourself out. why the fuck would you practically agree to that? what the hell have you gotten yourself into!

but when you think about telling the boy no, your heart cracks. why? you don’t know. but what you do know is that you would rather die than look at his big sad brown eyes when you tell him you can't give him a special blowjob for his special day.

you were no pro at sucking dick, but you were dedicated to this friendship.

heeseung bounced his leg with nervousness and anticipation. you texted him that you were on the way to his hotel, which would’ve been normal and completely fine considering you attend all of his comps, but today’s not just any other day. today was different.

you never answered his question.

he wonders if maybe you forgot about it. he also hopes you didn’t forget. ever since he asked you the big question, heeseung couldn’t get you out of his mind.

every night leading up to today, he’d lie awake staring at his ceiling trying to push every image of you sitting pretty between his legs out of his mind. the feeling of his cock hardening to the thought of you made him want to dive out of the nearest window.

it’s not like he didn’t think you were hot or that the idea of being intimate with you disgusted him, but it’s the fact that he promised to never be like every other guy.

the two of you were very close. from cuddling while watching movies to holding hands in a crowded area to heeseung trying to beat up creepy men at dive bars for you (you always hear him say “you should’ve seen the other guy”) you both had a tight knit friendship. he always promised that he would never cross that line. your best friend might be a total loser but he liked to consider himself a very well mannered gentleman at the same time.

that day, he did cross that already blurred line just by asking that perverted question. yet you were still attending something that meant the world to him when you could’ve told him to fuck off and die.

heeseung was ripped away from his thoughts when he heard a few loud, uneven knocks at the hotel door.

with sweaty hands and knees that felt like jelly, heeseung grips the door knob and opens it, completely fumbling the handle and plastering the fakest smile he could muster up. “hey.” at least his voice didn’t crack. “wha-at’s up?” what the fuck.

“hi!” you hold up two bags filled with a variety of snacks with a large smile on your face, completely oblivious to the man mentally crumbling into nothing right in front of you. “i brought some stuff for this weekend.”

he clears his throat and steps to the side, letting you enter his hotel room. heeseung averts his gaze to the ceiling as you walk by him, afraid of letting his eyes linger. what if he accidentally looks at your ass?

“what time does it start today?” you ask, still unaware of the emotional distress your male best friend was going through. so nonchalant and unmoving. maybe you did forget afterall. 

heeseung takes a seat at the desk in his hotel room, where he had a temporary p.c. set up in case he needed a practice game, settling his hands over his crotch because he was terrified that his dick would suddenly spring upwards if he looked at you one second too long, “uhh, it’s at six this time.”

“jeez… you guys won't be leaving until late then.” you glance at the clock and back to him. he has to leave very soon. but how do you casually start giving your best friend a blowjob within the next fifteen minutes.

“yeah, you know of all people that these things can go for hours. you’re gonna be there for the last few rounds right?”

you nod, wondering if heeseung could notice the way you’re practically gawking at him. was he always this hot? it’s stupid question when you’re fully aware of how attractive heeseung was and currently is. maybe it was the way he was dressed up for his competition tonight, or the way he leaned back on his hands and spread his legs comfortably, or it could be the small droplet of sweat dripping down his jawline onto his neck where you catch his adams apple bobbing when he swallowed. 

the baggy black hoodie that you knew he was wearing by itself with nothing underneath paired with his baggy jeans that sat so perfectly on his hips. and it didn’t help that his hair was freshly dyed that dark purple color you’ve always loved on him. he’s fucking hot, why else would you agree to do any of this?

you wonder if he’s thought about this as much as you have. is he nervous? is he vocal? how long does it take for him to get hard and how big is he?

“hey,” you don’t know where the confidence is coming from, but you find yourself sliding off the bed and kneeling in front of him with your hands on his knees, “you’re gonna do great and win this, like you always do.”

heeseung almost chokes on his own spit when you suddenly slip between his legs, “wha- what are you doing..?”

“well, you did ask for my help. or did you forget?” you ask him, genuine confusion taking over your once confident one. “i-if you already changed your-“

“no!” heeseung cuts you off, grabbing your hand with his sweaty ones. “i-i mean, i still do. i just didn’t think you were down.”

you rub your other hand up his thigh, fingers mere centimeters away from his crotch area. so close to where he needs you, yet so far. “of course i am. what good are best friends if they can’t help each other out?”

heeseungs breath hitches when your hand grazes the zipper of his jeans. he lets go of your other hand and you take it as a cue to keep going.

“just let me take care of you, hee.”

and for the first time ever, that nickname made his cock twitch.

just the view he had of you sitting pretty between his thighs, hesitant but still full of confidence as you softly palmed him through his jeans was enough for him to have him leak through the material.

“can i…” you ask quietly, fingers on the button of his jeans. he nods once and gulps as you immediately pop the button open and move to the zipper. it feels like hours pass by when you slowly tug it down and pull his pants down below his hips.

you couldn’t lie to yourself and say the bulge of his hardening cock, covered by his calvin kleins, wasn’t making your mouth water a little. you push his hoodie up slightly, and the way your cold fingertips graze his lower stomach as you grab the waistband of his boxers has his stomach tensing under your touch. you let out a small gasp when his cock practically springs upwards when you finally pull them down.

your best friend is absolutely packing. 

heeseung almost chuckles when he catches your reaction. 

“don’t laugh.”

“i’m not.”

“i can see it!” you argue back. “you’re about to laugh!”

arguing in this scenario only made sense for the two of you. this was probably the most serious you and heeseung have ever been with each other, and it was ironic considering it’s because of his dick.

“you’re just big. i mean i- i wasn’t expecting it.”

heeseung shrugs and holds his hands up in surrender, ”was i supposed to warn you? hey, my dick’s massive so be prepared when you come over to suck me off later.”

you had to admit, that did sound very egotistical and corny. and if he said something like that, it probably would’ve turned you off.

 heeseung was growing restless in the chair, trying his best not to move but it was difficult when his fully hardened dick was standing tall directly in front of your face.

“please just continue.”

“keep up that attitude, and you’re getting nothing. you know we have less than fifteen minutes.” you retort after hearing him scoff. 

“i can miss rehearsals.”

“heeseu-”

“god, please let me just fuck your mouth.”

oh god. were you supposed to be this turned on? you’ve never once heard your best friend sound this desperate and horny, not for you or anyone else. and something about the breathiness in his voice made you want to do more than just suck him off.

you bite your lip and look down in his lap, taking his cock in your hand with a soft but firm grip. you lean forward and let spit slowly drip from your mouth as you start pumping him. 

heeseung lets out a quiet groan and you look up at him—wide eyes that are practically asking, is this good? you continue to gently fist his cock, getting him nice and hard before you start using your mouth on him. 

“i really do hope you win.” is all you say before you kiss his tip and sink your mouth onto him.

the boy is practically seeing stars. you just started and he’s already moaning like a bitch. but it felt so good, he couldn’t rip his gaze from you, focused on the way your lips wrap around him tightly and the way your cheeks hollow out as you literally suck him in. 

“fuck, like that…” his hand finds sanctuary wrapped around your hair, not yet pushing you down on his cock completely, but more so as guidance. 

you let go of his cock with a pop and continue pumping him with your fist, licking the underside of his base while looking directly into his beautiful blown out brown eyes. heeseung lets out a groan and his head falls back against the chair, making him look somehow sexier than before.

“you don’t have to hold back heeseung,” you mumble, but the lust was evident in your tone. “don’t be gentle, this is all for you.”

“holy fuck, please don’t say that.” you giggle at his response and smile against his tip, smearing his precum across your lips before taking him back into your mouth. heeseung grips your hair tighter and pushes you further down his cock per your request. he can hear you inhale deeply through your nose as you attempt to take all of him. but of course you couldn’t without sacrificing your throat.

you stroke what you can’t fit and let heeseungs hand guide you up and down his cock. he uses all self control to not thrust into your mouth. heeseung hisses through his teeth every time your lips tighten around the tip of his dick, feeling somewhat more sensitive than he usually is. which he couldn’t find in himself to even be embarrassed.

a guttural moan rips from his throat when your hand comes up to squeeze his balls, offering a helping hand in making him cum sooner. time was ticking and it made you anxious, but heeseung did not have a single care in the world, especially after what you just pulled.

he almost wishes he knew how fucking good you were at giving head before all of this. your mouth was so warm, wet and tight around his cock. heeseung genuinely thinks this is one of the best blowjobs he’s ever gotten — he was on cloud fucking nine. his hips buck, suddenly pushing his cock deep inside of your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. you let out a surprised cough, but that reaction only spurs your best friend on, pushing your head down until your nose is brushing against his lower stomach.

maybe it was the fact that you’re his best friend. sure, it’s not taboo by any means, but there are lines that are never to be crossed in these sorts of relationships, but a few rules could be broken.

“oh my god,” he whines, “you’re so good at this. fuck–god, don’t stop.”

his words, his moans, his whines—they all send tingles down your spine and straight to your core. you couldn’t ignore the throbbing in your cunt for any longer. 

you continue to squeeze and fondle his balls as you let heeseung completely take over and guide your head deeper down his cock, thrusting his hips upwards and meeting your mouth halfway. your other hand grips his thigh, an attempt at keeping you stable and relaxed as he abuses your throat with the tip of his cock. 

the groan that leaves your mouth when he tugs your hair tighter is accidental, causing you to look up at heeseung to see how he’s holding up. he looks beautiful like this. a pink blush across his cheeks, damp forehead, and hazy red eyes. you were surely dripping through your panties now. 

“yeah? you like t-this too, huh?” heeseung spits out. now you’re almost jealous of every woman he’s managed to pull, because fuck did that just turn you on even more. “want me to use your mouth however i want?”

you moan in response, nodding your head. you could easily tell he was still nervous and trying to gauge the way you respond to him, heeseung lets out a long exhale as he shoves your head down his cock again. tears line your eyes and threaten to spill over, as you try to relax your throat to take him completely. 

“y-you’re taking me so well, y’know that? so good, baby.”

immediately, your hand that was once on heeseungs thigh is making its way down and into your shorts. you were soaked and you could feel it through the rough fabric.

heeseung lets out another choked moan when he notices your hand slipping inside your shorts, circling your clit as you let him use your throat as he pleased. how badly he also wished you would just take those stupid shorts off and let him see exactly what you’re doing. the boys brain short circuits when he pictures you laid out all dolled up just for him, legs spread wide as you showed him how you make yourself feel good when no one else can.

“playing with yourself while you let me use this pretty throat…” heeseung groans, lifting your head for a mere second before pushing you down his cock again. your hand tightens around his balls and he whimpers at the sudden action. “f-fuck, wait don’t do that.”

you let out a whine, tears falling down your cheeks, you were already so close and heeseung hasn’t even come yet.

heeseung gets rougher, no longer guiding your head but meeting you halfway by thrusting his hips upwards. your lips were burning and there was spit completely covering your other hand and chin. but still, you continue to suck his cock as if it were your last meal, letting him force his way down your throat. 

“‘m so close. so fucking close.” now you're both whimpering. “fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum soon, baby. keep going, please, hah–you feel so fucking good.”

his words were enough for you to hit your peak, an orgasm washing over your body immediately. you’re squirming and whining, sending vibrations down heeseungs cock. 

“ah, fuck,” he continues to let words fall out of his mouth in the form of broken moans, “y-yeah, ‘ts so good. feels so good. i cant—i can’t hold it.” heeseung suddenly pushes your head all the way down, your nose making contact with the soft hair at the base of his cock, and he cums. 

thick, hot ropes of cum covering the back of your throat. you’re gagging and choking at the full, suffocating feeling, wanting to pull back so badly, but he doesn’t stop—not until he’s milked completely dry. 

after what feels like an eternity, he lets go and you pull away, gasping and coughing but swallowing most of his cum in the process. your hands fly to your neck and you massage it while you try to catch your breath.

heeseung on the other hand was breathing heavily, unaware of your struggling breathing because he was too busy basking in the aftermath of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had.

“holy fuck.” he breathes out. his hand laid atop of where his heart was pounding in his chest, rubbing the area as if the repeated action was going to calm it down.

you look up at the male, who seemed like he was about to pass out, feeling suddenly alerted. “hee, you have to go.” your voice is raspy and weak.

“i can’t.” he responds, out of breath. “that was amazing. i literally can’t move.”

you stand up and pull him upwards with you, balancing him carefully when he stumbles forward. “seriously, you have to go… like right now!” now you’re putting his cock away for him, he hisses loudly at the roughness in which you handle it, but you ignore it and zip up his jeans. “now.”

heeseung sighs and looks down at you, holding you by the shoulders. “did you.. get off like that?”

you tighten your lips and nod hesitantly.

“good god, you’re a fucking angel.” he breathes out, wanting nothing more than to throw you down on the bed and fuck you until he physically cannot. “please, please be here when i get back, i’m literally begging you.”

you nod at him, reassuring him that you’ll be here when he’s done as you usher him out of the hotel room. “i will, hee. just go.” you suppose this is what best friends are for after all.

“and do not show up to the comp tonight or i will be hard the entire fucking time.”

the hotel door slams and it makes heeseung jump out of his skin. you rushed him out so fast that he felt like a sneaky link escaping your room so nobody would find out. except it was his room and he didn’t care if anyone knew. 

heeseung pats down his front and back pockets, immediately turning around because he realized he didn’t have a single one of his necessary items on him.

a soft, hesitant knock pulls you away from the bathroom sink where you were trying to rinse the sticky coating your best friends cum left behind in the back of your throat. you pull open the door, revealing a very embarrassed heeseung with disheveled hair pushed back under his hoodie.

“what are you doing back? you literally have minutes before the event starts.” you question him. he hooks his thumbs in his pockets and kicks his foot at the carpeted hotel floor nervously.

“i.. um, i left my phone… and door key… and also my wallet.” he mutters, unable to look you in the eye. one glance at you had his dick and brain feeling all fuzzy and warm. your eyes were red from when you teared up earlier and your lips were swollen and moist. “can you please grab them?”

you nod and spin around, walking around the room as you frantically collect the items he needed. quickly, you walk towards him again, pushing everything against his chest, not caring that he was struggling to carry it all. 

“go.”

“y-yes ma’am,” heeseung blurts out before walking away, not before tripping over his own feet and cursing himself out under his breath.

the event had started as soon as heeseung got down to the lobby where it was being held, being immediately ushered into a room where he waited for his team to start. he couldn’t even bother to participate in any pre-game interviews or cheers because he could not get his mind off of you.

now that he had recovered from his post orgasm bliss, the post nut clarity was hitting hard and god was he starting to feel all sorts of unwanted emotions. guilt, sadness, horniness, more sadness.

did he completely fuck up what you guys had? were you mad at him—is that why you rushed to get him out of the room? 

he was overthinking everything. but he couldn’t help it. not when there was a possibility of you leaving the hotel right now and blocking his number.

as he followed his teammates out to the lobby, where the main stage was set up, his eyes scanned the area in search of you even though he told you not to show up. perhaps his message came off wrong… maybe you think you’re unwanted now. like you had one purpose and it was to–

“...lee heeseung?”

heeseung looks up, not even registering that all eyes were on him, waiting for his pre-competition speech. he stands up, almost tripping over the chair in the process before gabbing the mic from the MC with sweaty hands. 

he smiles awkwardly when she side eyes him while wiping her hands on her pants and steps back, letting the camera capture the panicked male in his entirety, “uh.. yeah. th-thanks for coming out or tuning in to watch and support us once again. we won’t disappoint.”

the mic is ushered back into the MC’s hands before heeseung is quickly taking a seat again, trying to ignore all the attention. he just needs to get through this… that’s it. then he’s free to fix whatever he possibly destroyed between the two of you. if he even did such a thing.

five hours. five whole hours that heeseung had to endure before he could even think about leaving. and it was awful.

it was to the point where he had to buy merch from his own team just to get out of his soaked through hoodie because he could not stop the anxious sweating. even his teammates were concerned and asked if he needed to step down tonight, but he persisted. because honestly, he needed the distraction. even if it barely worked.

because as soon as heeseung saw a clearing, he was booking it to the elevator, ignoring the baffled stares from the press. he won, sure,  but nothing was worth celebrating when he had no idea what was going through your mind right now. it seemed so, so good in the moment and he’s mentally praying that you didn’t budge. that you wanted this just as badly as he did.

standing in front of his hotel room door, heeseung practices all the dialogue outloud over and over again, gaining weird stares from the few people passing by. 

“look, it was—it was good… really good and i understand if you don’t want anything more-“ he pauses as a younger couple walks behind him, obviously whispering about him. heeseung gives them a soft smile and wave. “i’m just.. just talking to myself.”

they simply nod. he rests his forehead against the wooden door and sighs. it’s now or never. he places the keycard against the metal lock and waits for it to blink green. with a hand on the knob, he counts down and turns it, pushing the door open with confidence.

except it doesn’t open. even after a few more pushes, it doesn’t budge any wider than three centimeters.

and before heeseung could even begin to think clearly, he panics instead. the door remained open as far as it could possibly go, “he-hey… you in there?” he called out with a shaky voice. there’s no response, and he couldn’t listen for any movement, not over the white noise coming from the ac unit in the room. 

anxiety rises in his throat. “i get it if you think things are weird between us now… i really do.” heeseung leans his body against the door, his face right next to the opening so you could hear him clearly if you were in the room still. “i thought that you thought it was great and that you enjoyed it as much as i did. but i know i can be oblivious and maybe i read into it wrong?”

it was pathetic, really. the way his body was slumped against the door as he practically clawed at the gap revealing a sliver into the room. heeseung wasn’t even sure you were in there, and any rational thinking was left downstairs, because how else would the deadbolt be holding the door shut if you weren’t in there.

“i still want us to be friends if anything so please just.. if you’re in there please let me in so we can talk.” he shifts his weight, looking behind him in case he needs to room with one of his teammates. “if you’re not then… then i’m going insane. god i just want y-“

heeseung doesn’t even register that he’s fallen completely flat on the ground until you shout his name. 

“heeseung! are you okay? why were you leaning against the door? i was trying to open it for you and-“

but your words are defeaned by the ringing in his ears, not because it hurt really fucking bad when he fell, but because he’s shocked to the core that you were kneeled in front of him.

“you’re still here…?” 

you look at him in confusion and he finally pulls himself together. he notices the wet hair first, then your bare shoulders then does he finally notice the thin hotel towel wrapped around your body. oh.

“i said i’d be here… i locked the door because i was showering and was scared room service would come in.” you shyly admit to him. 

“oh.”

you nod and give him a tight smile. the two of you were still on the ground and you’re not sure if it was the right moment to help him up yet.

“did you hear everything i said?”

“every word.”

“oh.”

heeseung suddenly pushes himself upwards, knocking into you and sending you falling backwards onto your ass. “oh fuck.”

“heeseung, it’s oka-“

he grabs you in an attempt to “save” you but it only causes you to panic and grab him at the same time, causing you both to fall to the ground together before you could even get back up.

and now heeseung has to try really fucking hard to not look down and stare at the towel that fell right below your tits, now only being held up by his hands on your sides.

“did you win?”

your best friend lets out a laugh, finding the question almost relieving because of how casual it was considering the situation the both of you ended up in, “of course i won.”

you smile at him, resting a hand on his chest, immediately noticing the new shirt, “so it worked.”

“it did. it worked almost too well.” his voice was low now, he was trying to study you just by your body language now. he overreacted for nothing.

you didn’t even attempt to move away from him, or wiggle out of his hold. and you continued to keep the same alluring smile on your face, not letting it falter once. you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, “so… do you want to continue your speech?”

“what speech?” as soon as he speaks those words, he realizes exactly what you were talking about. he lowers his head in embarrassment, eyes locking onto your breasts. “i don’t wanna talk about it actually…”

“you don’t? so you wanna stay just friends?”

heeseung lifts his head, eyes blown out in panic. “wait—no! no… that’s not fair.”

you giggle at his vulnerable state. it was endearing to you and you were sure of your decision at this moment. 

“it’s not funny.” he looked like a puppy, lips pouting and eyes full of guilt and sorrow, but all you could see was yourself in the center of his pupils. you knew that his words and actions meant way more than what he let on. “i thought i scared you away with my… you know.”

you shush him and place your hand on his jaw, turning his head towards yours, “i know, you don’t have to explain yourself.”

“really? i was terrified thinking you thought i used you to get off for this stupid gaming shit.”

his words made your heart flutter, because even though he was terrible with words, you still understood what he was trying to say. 

“i feel the same way, heeseung.”

his eyes flicker with confusion. did he black out and confess already? “what? i’m confused.”

“i know you like me—“ the male goes to speak but you stop him with a finger to his lips. “and i do too! why else would i even agree to such a thing. why else would i stay? you know i don’t do these things just for pleasure.”

“r-right.” heeseung clears his throat but it doesn’t help because he honestly had no idea what to say. so he lets his body talk. his eyes leave yours and follow the few droplets of water racing each other down your chest. 

“i really do like you.”

“i know.”

“and i seriously want to be with you.”

“is that so?”

“and i couldn’t stop thinking about you during the comp.”

“really now.”

“yes, i was confused. my dick was confused.”

you roll your eyes and release yourself from his hold, pulling the towel up over your chest and standing. heeseung remains on his knees, watching as you walk away from him. panic strikes him for the fourth time that night and he stands up, following you to the other side of the room. “wait, hold on!”

“no, i’m tired of waiting.” you sigh and plop down onto the mattress, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

it’s like a lightbulb went off in his head. oh. he understands now, he really really understands now. this is a new look coming from you, one that he caught a mere glimpse of earlier, one that he’s never seen before—in what context would he have been able to?

“i am so,” heeseung hovers over you, lowering himself and resting his hands right beside your legs. you lean backwards, guiding him onto the bed. “so glad you said yes.”

“why?”

“how else could i get you like this?” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw line. “can’t think of a better way to make you mine.”

it would’ve been sweet, it really would have. except you both only came to this realization that you had feelings for each other because you gave him a blowjob as a helping hand to his professional gaming pre-competition ritual.

“well, normally people start by confessing their feelings before getting sexually involved with their best friends.”

heeseungs face heats up at your response, mostly because you were right. “i don’t think our friendship has ever been normal by society standards.”

“touché.” 

you lean back, pulling him closer to you by his t-shirt, the cotton was embarrassingly damp from his sweat. “are you nervous?”

he chuckles softly and nods, “i was.”

“because of me?” you ask him slyly, by now your back was against the pillows, wet hair sticking to the soft pillow cases. 

“i was losing my mind.” heeseung responds with an exhale. you bring your knees up to his sides, trapping him between your legs, not that he minded. you were being cocky but he found himself slowly becoming obsessed with that side of you.

the towel was just laying lazily across your torso, and your ass was bare against his hips. you could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and after waiting hours for him to come back, you wanted nothing more than to just rip through the fabric and take him all night.

and heeseung was doing no better than you were. he had to slow each and every movement because his hardon was painful at this point, tight against the zipper.

“i seriously need you right now or i might start climbing these walls.” he breathes out, leaning his forehead against yours. your eyelashes brush against his, and you realize that this moment felt more intimate than anything you experienced with him earlier in the day.

“i’m not going anywhere.”

his lips are against yours in seconds, pushing you flat against the pillow as he captures you in a kiss that showed every feeling he wanted to convey but didn’t have the words to. he moves down to your jaw then chin, then back to your lips. like he couldn’t focus on one part of you, and was making up for time.

your hands are gripping at the t-shirt sticking to his skin, moving lower to hook your fingers under the soft cotton. he lets you pull it over his head with ease, messing his purple hair up in the process.

his hips grind against you when he leans back down to trap you in a kiss so passionate that your teeth are clashing against each other. 

god, he didn’t even know where to start. you laid under him so pliant and willing, letting him have you all to himself. his brain was a puddle splashing around against his skull. meanwhile, you pull back, tugging on his bottom lip with a smirk as you slowly pull the towel to the side, revealing everything you had to offer to heeseung.

heeseung settles between your legs, leaning back on his legs. he brings his hand down to your breast, thumb ghosting over your soft buds as he slides down your side, “i could spend all night staring at you.”

“don’t,” you hum, pulling on his arm to tug him closer again, “you can stare all you want when you’re inside me.”

your words make him gulp. that one sentence set him back in reality, the one where he was between your legs itching to fuck you. this was unreal to heeseung, you were all his.

heeseung lowers his gaze, his heart almost dropping to his ass when he lays his eyes on the one thing he’s been thinking about all night other than your destroyed friendship. you instinctively try to close your legs but his hands are quick to grab your thighs and keep them held open around his hips.

nothing in the world was more beautiful than the gift you kept between your thighs. you were serious when you mentioned that you were tired of waiting, it was obvious in the way you were soaking wet, slick spilling from your lips to your inner thighs. heeseung begins to move back on his knees, situating himself to absolutely devour you but you stop him before he could get any further.

“no.” you pull him by his wrist and he shoots you a confused look, a glint of terror in his eyes because he thinks he offended you somehow. 

“what… why?” heeseung asks you, his hands ghosting over your skin now.

“because i told you i want you inside of me. now.” 

he has to stop his eyes rolling to the back of his head. as much as he wanted to eat you out and give you the pleasure you deserve for hours, he cannot ignore the way his cock went from a sweet, sensational throb to the most painful hard on heeseungs ever had.

you watch as he fumbles with the button on his jeans, cursing to himself when it gets stuck. it was truly endearing, seeing him like this, and it reminds you of the years of friendship you had with this man, and how lucky you were to have him in your life to this day. of course, you never expected this day to come either. you also never expected heeseung to be so eager to make you cum. 

he pushes his jeans past his hips, finally freeing himself from the confinement of the fabric. there was sweat dripping from his forehead and he was hoping to god that it wouldn’t turn you off now. 

“are you sure?” 

“i’m sure,” you reassure him, trying to keep eye contact with him. he stutters in his movements, like he was unsure of what to do next and you roll your eyes, “heeseung just fuck me already.”

“o-okay, yes ma’am.”

if it weren’t for his tip sliding through your wet folds, you would’ve laughed in his face. but you couldn’t because heeseung was torturing not only you but himself, gliding his length up and down sending shivers down your spine every time he puts pressure on your clit. the action makes your thighs push together, heeseung grunts and holds your legs at an angle, suddenly stronger than what you’ve seen from him.

finally, when he decides to stop edging himself, he slides his cock in slowly, eyes rolling back when he feels your walls squeeze him tightly. you were doing your best to adjust to his size since you were both too eager, but it was damn near impossible. maybe he should have given you a heads up.

“jesus heeseung, you’re huge!” you breathe out, gripping whatever you possibly could to ground yourself. he shakes his head and groans, pulling out just slightly before pushing back in, his hips flush against you. this makes you gasp out, reaching for him.

heeseung leans into your touch, letting you wrap around his neck. he starts off with slow, sensual thrusts, like he was trying to savor each and every feeling you were giving him without even doing much. he buries his head in the crook of your neck, letting out soft groans with every thrust as he gradually speeds up his pace. you could feel the sweat dripping off his skin onto yours, and to most people it’d be a turn off, but for you it was a confidence booster because you knew it was you that made him this nervous and feel this good.

your grip on him tightens when he starts leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, occasionally biting down when a particular movement feels just right to him. heeseungs pace is quicker now, the sound of wetness filling up the small hotel room. each whine that leaves your mouth goes straight to heeseungs cock and he has to hold back from cumming way too early just for you. 

he brings his head up just enough for you to feel his breath his your ear, “you feel so good… so fucking good.”

you try to respond but the way his tip was kissing that spot deep inside of you, you knew it’d just come out as gibberish. heeseung shakily brings himself back up to hover over you, repositioning himself before slamming back into you. his eyebrows furrow like he was focused, and god was it the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. 

before you could do anything else, he leans back down, slotting his lips perfectly against yours again. you moan into his mouth and he eats up every little noise you give him. 

heeseungs movements get sloppier and desperate, not just his thrusts but his entire body was trembling just enough for you to notice. his hands were suddenly all over your body, unable to stay in one spot. he breaks the kiss and lowers his head, choking out a string of intelligible words. “hah—shit… fuck!” his lips attach to your tit, sucking and pulling at your nipple with his teeth. 

he lets go with a loud pop, “can’t,” he thrusts deeper, “really can’t,” it’s pathetic now, “i’m g-gonna cum, baby.” he was panting against your skin, and you could tell he was about to lose his mind in you. 

“please, hee.” you whine in response. he brings his hand down and attacks your clit with his fingers, pinching and rubbing in fervor. you back arches and you let a sound out that was similar to a yelp.

but the poor man was closer than he thought, and all it took was you clenching around him once for him to let go and cum inside of you. his moans come out in stutters, and he repeatedly apologizes to you while continuing to thrust deep and hard, making sure you finish just as good as he did.

“f-fuck, i’m so– so sorry,” heeseung pushes your knees against your chest, finding a quick pace once again. his face contorts in pleasure, overstimulated as fuck but he was a gentleman and he would be damned if he couldn’t prove that.

in fact, he was ashamed that he came so early. 

“please… god, please cum, baby.” 

his subtle begging woke something up inside of you, something that was locked away. oh my god. heeseung doesn’t dare stop nor does he slow down, this was everything he’s ever prayed for in his life. 

heeseung was in pure bliss–he was high off of your pussy–fucking into you like it was something he should’ve done approximately four years, one hundred and thirty seven days ago. this moment couldn’t possibly ever be ruined for him. making you cum was his life's mission now, especially after seeing you pleasure yourself with your fingers while his cock was practically down your throat earlier that afternoon.

you choke out a moan and grab his wrist, keeping it still as your orgasm hits you with full force, strong enough to make you lightheaded. the feeling of an overload of wetness brings you back just as quickly. you gasp and attempt to sit up, but the overwhelming sensations of pleasure knock you back down.

heeseung was in a fucking trance. you squirted, and he was the one to make you do so. pride and satisfaction filled him up, just as his cock filled you up for a second time. 

“fuck–i’ve never…” you breathe out softly, still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. heeseung grips your knees, spreading your legs wide to look at the mess the two of you made, and you could feel him harden inside of you.

he doesn’t even look up at you, it felt like he was stuck in a trance. “never..?” he just repeats the word in utter disbelief, a tone that makes you question yourself for a second. 

within seconds, heeseung is pulling out of you at an almost painful speed and laying flat on his stomach in between your thighs. you don’t get a single moment to react to any of this before his tongue is flat on your cunt, licking a long stripe upwards. 

“heeseung!” you cry out, sitting up quickly. you weren’t even recovered from your previous orgasm and he was already back at it, this time with his mouth. he pulls you closer by your hips, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

he lifts his head and just the sight of his lips and chin covered in your mixed juices was almost enough to have you cumming on his face. “lay down.” and you have no choice but to listen when his lips wrap around your clit.

he eats you out with zero shame and not an ounce of care in his body knowing he was slurping up his own cum simultaneously. his tongue dips inside your fluttering hole, drinking up your juices with pleasure. you could tell at this point that it wasn’t just for your pleasure, but for his.

you pull at his faded purple hair, it was too much and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good before. “oh god, i’m gonna cum. heeseung don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 

he wouldn’t dare dream of stopping there. his tongue flicks over your clit and it sends you reeling, your body jolts, sending you sitting upright again as another orgasm washes over you. you’re squealing and pushing him away, crossing your legs all while he stares up at you with shock written all over his face.

“what’s wrong?” he questions you as if he didn’t put your body through two of the most life changing orgasms that you’ll ever experience. the lower half of his face was drenched in your combined juices, and you could clearly see his own cum drip from his lower lip.

you shake your head, the words were refusing to come out, “just… sensitive. holy shit, heeseung.”

his tongue darts out to lick his bottom hip and he sits up, revealing his hard, leaking cock to you once more, “is that good or bad?” he asks you, trapping you with his arms. 

what a stupid question, you think. heeseung knew that as well, but it did look like you were running away from him with the way you scoot back flush against the headboard. the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know, and you knew exactly where you’d be for the rest of the night and possibly the next day. 

“you look so pretty like this,” he eyes you up and down, taking in the afterglow that coats your skin. 

heeseung had no other plans except for making up for everything he could’ve given you for the last four years of your friendship, not until you were both beyond satiated and fatigued. 

“please don’t make me stop.”

𓂃 . 𐑞 masterlist ︶ ⟢

a/n: it had to stop here for my mental health

[strawberrynull]

so who was the person who flipped off heeseung? nobody got the twitter? cause ion even play when it comes to him 🤔

[strawberrynull]

❀ ┊𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘ᵎᵎ getting high and frisky with your Stoner best friend <3

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄/𝐂𝐖 ─── nsfw (mdni), make out session , dry humping , touching under the clothes , nipple play , hair pulling , titty sucking , cannabis consumption 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ─── 1k

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ─── "stoner riki!!!" we cheer in unison! (I am in no way trying to promote the usage of cannabis , please never try it out , it tastes nasty. If you are a stoner though , be responsible with the consumption and take care of yourself please <3)

                             ᰔ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭ᵎᵎ

It was supposed to be just the usual hang and smoke session in Riki's room — get high and talk , maybe play games , just take a nap together or come up with new munchie recipes.

It was supposed to be like that.

But one touch that lingered for too long , heated gazes meeting each other — that's all it took for the line of friendship to blur.

Your thighs were straddling his lap, your weight soothing his mind but also making him lose control — you were so close to him , your thighs so soft against his own , his fingers just itching to grope the soft flesh of your thighs. But he had to settle with feeling them over the fabric of your pants , his hands squeezing and groping as much as he could. His half lidded eyes were focused on your lips , watching the way they parted and the wrapped around the paper tip of the blunt.

His teeth sunk into his bottom lip for a second , the plump flesh recoiling gently as he released them from his teeth again , watching as you provokingly blew the smoke slowly into his face — his fingers dug into your thighs to restraint himself from crashing his lips into yours.

But all that restraint flew out of the window as you took another drag and held it in your lungs , leaning in close enough for your lips to brush against his , your hand under his chin so you could pull his bottom lip down with your thumb to open his mouth a little. His heart hammered against his chest , the smoke you slowly passed from your mouth to his hitting harder than if he were to take a drag himself — was it the weed making him hazy or just you? At this point , he believes that it's you who's making his head spin.

He couldn't resist anymore , but your eyes were begging him to kiss you — you were just testing his limits until they'd break.

He closed the gap between the two of you , his lips sloppily moving against yours , his need for you stronger than anything else. He grabbed the blunt from between your fingers and placed it onto the ash tray on the nightstand next to his bed.

The way he kissed was addicting , his lips were addicting. Every tug , nibble and pull from his teeth on your bottom lip was driving you crazy , his hands having long moved from your thighs to your ass , just touching and feeling the roundness of your cheeks.

Oh he dreamed of this , was this a dream? It certainly wasn't with the way your breath hitched , the way your breathing grew heavier and how hot the air had gotten between the two of you.

One thing lead to another , your hips slowly rolling down against his. He could feel it , he could feel the heat radiating from your pussy and he swore he could even smell how fucking aroused you were , a sweet scent swirling in the air.

He broke the kiss , his half lidded dazed eyes just looking up to you as he leaned back against the headboard of his bed , just watching you have your fun on his lap. It felt good , he never though that it would feel so fucking good to have your clothed cunt drag and rub against his boner. It was testing his limits once again , the pleasure was there but it simply wasn't enough.

He gave your ass a soft smack before his hands moved up to your waist and under your shirt , his breathing growing heavier and raggedy the more you moved your hips or rolled down slowly down against his bulge. His head was spinning , his whole world was spinning.

His hands moved up to your chest slowly , he was giving you time to smack his hands away or tell him to fuck off — but you didn't. Instead , you arched your back and pressed your chest into the palms of his hands once he reached your boobs , his gaze darkening.

"Fuck… you're going to kill me..", he muttered under his breath , feeling your hard nipples pressing into the palms of his hands — you weren't wearing a bra.

"Can i take this off… i wanna see those pretty girls of yours..", he ask as he rolled his hips up against yours out of pure instinct , his body was acting on its own. You just nodded your head , breathing out a 'Yes' as a reply and that was all he needed to hear.

His eyes immediately glanced down at your chest once he took your shirt off and threw it onto his gaming chair , his hands gently squeezing your boobs and watching as the lumps of fat got pushed up.

He licked his lips , the pads of his thumbs slowly rolling over your hard nipples , taken notice of how your breath hitched once he did that. You liked that , the way your eyes fluttered shut from the contact also proofed that.

He couldn't resist anymore.

"A-Ah! Riki…nghn… don't suck so hard..", you gasped out , your hips shuddering as he latched his lips onto your right nipple , his fingers squeezing and playing with your other nipple. He was slowly sucking and licking your nipple ,the tip of his tongue rolling over it before he sucked on it again , pulling it back a little and releasing it with a quiet pop just to latch onto it again.

Your quiet little moans and whimpers of his name were just making him even harder , his cock already leaking and dripping with pre cum . But a loud groan left him as your fingers tangled with the strands of hair on the back of his head , pulling and tugging on them.

"Keep doing that..", he muttered before he sucked on the other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention as he gave the previous one. This night was surely not going to end with just this.

Well , it wouldn't have ended with just this if it weren't for his friends suddenly ringing his door bell to join the smoking session — much to both yours and his dismay,

── .✦ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⭑.ᐟ @hollyoongs @ilyevxn @chuhees @sourkiki @jun2ki

[strawberrynull]

Yall sorry I keep disappearing I have commitment issues with every single app on my phone 😭😭 can’t stick to a game, a social media app, or even tumblr bro 💔🥀

[strawberrynull]

hii could you do bsf riki and reader sharing a bed, and reader wants him super bad, so she pretends to have a wet dream while theyre sharing a bed to see if he wants her back/would help her get off🫣

──── DO YOU WANT IT TOO?

── 𝒲arnings / smut , p in v , masterbaiting , fingering , unprotected (ruh roh) , mention of feeling guilt and shame

ℛ ℐ ℛ ℐ is typing . . . 💬 ꪔ̤̮ i decided to go back to my old writing style that i used to do on my old wattpad account thats still up ( good luck finding it ) but yeah don’t be afraid to request more things while i work on some stories that will be coming soon !

YOU FELT FILTHY, disgusted even, with yourself. touching yourself while sharing a bed with your best friend, pretending like you’re having a wet dream about him.

but it wasn’t pretend, was it?

your fingers were moving with purpose. slow, hesitant— a rush of guilt crawling down to your core, almost making everything feel like heaven.

but the shape of his body next to you, the steady rhythm in the way he breathed, the soft sound he made when he moved just a bit. you’d memorized that sound, filing it away in your head for later. the days he was only a memory, a lingering memory for you and your hands to remember.

tonight, he was here. not a memory.

his arm draped across his pillow. so close to your cheek you could almost pretend he was reaching for you.

you shouldn’t have been looking. shouldn’t have noticed how his t-shirt rode up a bit to reveal a small sliver of bare skin above his boxers.

you were supposed to be his best friend. not this. and yet you didn’t stop.

not until you bit down on your bottom lip to stifle a moan. a moan that sounded all too much like his name.

you hadn’t even heard the shift in his breathing. too far gone — hips tilted, your hand buried beneath the thin blanket, mouth parting around a silent gasp as you tried desperately to stay quiet. every brush of your fingers sent a wave crashing through you. raw, wrong and so stupidly good.

then the mattress moved. too deliberately to be a toss in sleep.

his voice cut through the haze, low and not nearly as groggy as it should’ve been. “are you touching yourself?”

your blood turned to ice.

frozen, fingers still pressed between your thighs. caught in the act. your heart thudding loud enough to drown out every rational thought.

you didn’t answer.

couldn’t.

he shifted behind you. getting closer. he said something, a little quieter. quiet enough that you couldn’t decipher it.

all you could do was swallow and let your eyes stare into the darkness ahead of you. you could feel his body heat now. his breath grazed your shoulder making you shiver when he leaned in a bit more.

“i-i thought you were asleep.” you whisper, voice hoarse with shame.

“i was.” he exhaled, slow and steady. “until you started moaning my name.”

shame was thick and sharp in your throat as you repeatedly tried to drag out apologies. until he stopped you.

he didn’t use words to stop you. he sat up slightly, blanket shifting with him. you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. but then you felt his fingers on your wrist. gentle. firm.

he slid your damp hand out from beneath the blanket. cheeks burning, yet he didn’t let go.

still no words.

just moving your hand. bringing it to your chest. then lower. his body was warm, tense under your touch. and hard.

your lips parted. no sound came out.

softly, he kissed the corner of your jaw, just once. “do you want me now?”

you turned to face him. eyes wide, lip trembling as you nodded.

“yes.”

he didn’t hesitate. his hands were on you in the next second. his mouth was on yours. swallowing your guilt with the kind of kiss that made the world fall away.

his hand slid under the blanket. and this time it wasn’t a sinful, shameful thing. this time it was his fingers. not yours. easing between your thighs like they belonged there.

like they knew what they were doing.

and they did.

you moaned into riki’s mouth, his fingers finding how wet you are. he groans low in his throat, the feel of you soaked knocking something loose in him.

his fingers stroked through your folds, slow and confident, every pass brushing your clit just enough to make your thighs tremble. you couldn’t stop yourself from arching towards him, breath catching when he slid one thick finger inside you.

“you’re so fucking wet.” riki mutters, his voice gone dark and reverent. “jesus.”

your hips rolled into his hand, as he pushed deeper, curling that finger just right. and then another joined it, the stretch burning sweetly, your body clenched around him like you’d been waiting for this exact moment. you whimpered, burying your face against his shoulder.

he moved faster, his fingers fucking you with deep, wet sounds the filled the silence between your gasps.

“is this what you wanted…?” he whispers to you, his voice soft despite the dirty words coming out his mouth. “me, inside you like this?”

you nodded frantically, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. “yes— god, yes—”

you rocked against him, chasing the edge, your body already so close from before that you were unraveling fast.

his thumb found your clit and circled hard and tight, and that was it—you shattered around him with a cry you couldn’t hold back, thighs squeezing his wrist as your orgasm pulsed through you like lightning.

he didn’t stop.

he slowed, but didn’t stop.

riki drew it out, kept working you through it, whispering filth and sweetness against your skin.

“fuck, that was beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. “you’re so fucking perfect.”

and then you felt it—his hardness pressing against your thigh, thick and hot and ready.

you reached down without thinking, fingers curling around the length of him through his boxers.

he hissed a breath through his teeth, hips jerking forward into your palm.

you looked up at him, your voice soft and wrecked. “I want you inside me.”

that was all it took.

he shoved the blanket down, stripping off his boxers in one swift motion. you caught your first full look at him—thick, flushed, tip already leaking. your mouth watered. but you wanted him inside now.

deep. filling. real.

he leaned over you, kissing you again—slower this time, reverent. then he settled between your thighs, one hand guiding himself to your entrance.

he paused.

“tell me if you want me to stop.”

“i don’t,” you whispered. “please. i need you, riki.”

he pushed in.

the stretch was everything. full like he was splitting you open and making you whole all at once.

your nails dug into his shoulders, your breath caught in your throat as he sank in deeper.

deeper.

until he was buried to the hilt, forehead pressed against yours.

“fuck,” he groaned. “You feel… so good.”

you whimpered his name, clenching around him, body fluttering and needy already.

he started to move.

slow at first—long, deep thrusts that dragged every inch of him against your walls.

you could feel everything. every twitch of his cock, every grind of his hips, every tremble in his arms as he held himself back.

but you didn’t want him to hold back.

“harder, riki…” you begged. “please.”

he growled something into your neck and snapped his hips forward. the pace changed instantly—rougher now, desperate.

his thrusts rocked the bed, your bodies slamming together with slick, hot sounds. each one knocking noises of pleasure low in your throat.

he grabbed your thigh and hiked it higher around his waist, changing the angle—and damn, you saw stars.

“there?” riki asked, panting.

you nodded wildly. “right there—”

he kept fucking into you, faster now, chasing his own release, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room.

“you feel so good,” he groans. “so tight. can’t believe i’ve been sleeping next to you, pretending i didn’t want this.”

you were close again. you could feel it building—tight, hot.

right at the edge.

“i’m gonna come,” you gasped.

“give it to me,” he whispered, fucking you harder. “i wanna feel you—come on, baby—”

and you did.

you came hard, clenching around him, crying out his name as the orgasm tore through you. riki followed seconds later, a broken groan in your ear as he spilled inside you.

hips jerking.

cock pulsing deep.

he collapsed on top of you, breath hot and ragged against your skin.

for a moment, there was nothing but your bodies

sweat-slicked.

tangled.

spent.

then riki’s lips brushed your cheek.

“i guess we aren’t really friends anymore…” he mutters, pulling out slowly with a hiss. the mattress dips as he lies down on it. his breath slowly falling into a more steady rhythm.

“yeah. i guess we aren’t.”

“what does that make us, then?”

you sigh, still dazed from the orgasm, but respond regardless. “what do you want us to be?”

“i… don’t know,” riki answers back. “maybe we should fuck again to find out?”

[strawberrynull]

MY BABYYYYYYYY OMG

GONNA KILL ME - NISHIMURA RIKI ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

"thanks for the heart attack, i'll never believe you ever again" ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ n.rk x reader 𖹭 sometimes extra context would help a lot, yn 𖹭.ᐟ

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾

he was already so exhausted, adrenaline still pumping so fast through his veins. the sweat was making his tee annoyingly cling to his skin. his body started to ache mid rehearsal already. riki just wanted to go home and rest but that feeling went straight out the door when his phone buzzed and he took it out and read your text.

YN [22: 32] i'm in the hospital...

yup, just that. no type of follow up nor explanation, no nothing. it made his heart drop and his mind rush to the worse scenarios.

the room seemed to begin spinningas he started to register his emotions. he just kept re-reading your text over and over again. hoping you'd follow up, watching the bottom of the screen, waiting for the typing bubble to show up. "what the f-" his throat has gotten drier not like it wasn't already damaged from rehearsals.

next thing he knows, he's up and running, grabbing his bag and running out the room, not even saying goodbye to his members nor staff, not even getting the second to look at their confused reactions.

not even getting out a full sentence as he's rushing to pack his stuff in his bag.

"dude, riki. relax, what's the rush?" jake asked, trying to reach for him, trying to hold him back.

riki replies and gosh, the poor man's voice is now shaky just like his hands. "i- fu- i gotta go. yn is at the hospital" once he finished flimsily packed his stuff, he reaches for his phone and tries to call you.

now jungwon stood up as well, his expression concerned. "huh? what happened to yn?"

“i don’t know, she just texted that. no details. i’m calling her. shit, shit... come on, pick up,” he muttered, phone pressed to his ear.

again, there was no answer.

that's it. he didn’t even wait to explain more. he was already halfway out the door, heart jackhammering in his chest, thoughts spiraling. Was she in an accident? Did she faint? Was it serious? Did she get rushed there in an ambulance? Why didn’t she say anything?

once he got to the hospital, he burst through, making a bug appearance as if he's forgotten he was a well-known accomplished idol. he was breathless like he ran there, flushed and dizzy.

“hello, excuse me. i’m looking for a patient, her name is yn ln. kind of short, beautiful- uh... she texted me she was here, please, I need to know where she is.”

the poor nurse blinked at him, startled and statstruck but ecided to keep it professional to keep her job. after fumbling it all out, he was directed down a room and there he goes running through halls until he finally gets to a internal medicine wing of the hospital. the name making him panic even more. what do you mean internal? was she okay? now he was the one feeling sick.

taking a deep breath before twisting the door open.

and there she was.

on a standard check up bed, sitting while swinging her feet, looking... relaxed and okay.

you were in you little cardigan and baggy jeans, your hair tucked behind one ear, phone in hand as you scrolled with a calm little pout, like you were waiting for a coffee order and not like you did not just send you boyfriend into cardiac arrest.

then you eyes flicked up and saw riki, face lit up. “hh! you’re here.”

riki took a step forward, voice strangled. “of course, i- you texted me ‘I’m at the hospital’ and that’s it?”

“yeah. i didn’t wanna over-explain.”

riki actually groaned out of frustration. chest still heaving. “do you have any idea what that did to me, yn??”

"but did i lie though?"

"oh my gosh, yeah. like that's the point here, yn" riki rolled his eyes then dragging a hand down his face. "what is this even for, babe?"

scanning you through like an MRI. "why are you here?"

“just a check-up because i’ve been feeling lightheaded a lot recently so I thought i’d do a quick blood test. nothing too big, no drama.”

“no drama?” riki echoed, heart finally starting to slow down. “baby, I thought.... i actually started thinking if you were dying.”

you gave him a little shrug. “i just wanted you to come and see me." giggling and tugging on the front of his hoodie, guiding him closer until he stood between you legs. “hey baby. i’m sorry for scaring you," voice softening now that he was closer. your fingers snuck under the hem of his shirt, tracing the sweat-cooled line of his stomach. “but i’m okay. promise.”

his hands went to rest on both side of your hips. “you better be. you almost made me cry in the taxi.”

[strawberrynull]

Hehehe 700 notes [insert freaky sonic meme]

──☆🌀 touch starved

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

A/N: Guysssss I haven’t written in so long 💔💔 but I had a thought and idk if yall will like it but HEAR ME OUTTTTTT

──WC: around 700

Thinking about touch starved Riki who is so overstimulated tonight. He’s so horny, he’s already finished once while you haven’t yet. He’s just going too fast and sloppy that he can’t keep up a rhythm.

He’s getting frustrated because poor boy can’t even go a full minute without getting so overstimulated that he needs to pause and take a break. You just feel so unbearably good wrapped around him.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who has you tangled between his legs. He’s practically sitting on one of your legs with the other thrown over his shoulder.

He’s fucking so hard into you that he needs to grip your thighs so tight just so he won’t cum in two seconds flat. He even ends up hugging the leg that’s thrown over his shoulder because he just needs to be touching you with his whole body.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who can’t even lean over you because his head keeps falling back. He ends up sitting on his heels the entire time as if you’re the one on top of him.

And whenever he does manage to lean over to be fully top of you, the second he sees your pretty face, oh he’s done for. He’s immediately cumming a second time.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who is a moaning mess because he’s just so frustrated, overstimulated and so fucking horny. He’s typically not the type to be whining like this but tonight is different. He hasn’t touched you in so long, he just can’t help it ☹️

He has his head thrown back and jaw slack, letting out the sluttiest moans you’ve ever heard from him. And if he tries to cover his mouth? It doesn’t last long before he’s clawing at your thighs again. He can’t form any words, just pretty groans and whines.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who finally puts both legs over his shoulders. Bad idea. With your legs closed a bit, now you feel even tighter around him. Before he even realizes it, he’s cumming a third time. Poor boy is practically shaking at this point. He’s breathless and tired but still so horny, he can’t take it.

You’re here reaching for his hips to try to help him out a bit. You guide him into a better rhythm that has you finally finishing around his cock. But when he feels that it’s like you’ve started a fire in him. He’s spurred on again and thrusting into you like an animal in heat.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who is on the edge of tears from how heavenly you feel cumming on his dick. He’s moaning like he’s never felt anything better in his life. He’s bit his lip so hard that it’s bleeding but he somehow doesn’t even notice from the trance he’s lost in.

The bed is squeaking uncontrollably like it’s going to break at any moment and at some point you genuinely think it might. But obviously he doesn’t notice that either. He can only think about you and your tight cunt.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who actually fucking collapses on top of you after he finishes for the last time tonight. He’s panting and shaking and too tired out to move an inch. And you have to just lay there with him practically crushing you under his body weight. He just needs to catch his breath ☹️

Thinking about touch starved Riki who finally comes to his senses and rolls off of you. Then he’s apologizing over and over again for coming so many times and not letting you do the same. You don’t care though. You’re just happy you were able to make your precious boyfriend feel so good.

Thinking about touch starved Riki who wants to treat you to the sweetest softest aftercare but he physically cannot fucking move. So instead you happily fetch a damp towel to wipe the sweat and juices off his spent body, leaving soft kisses on every inch of his skin that you clean. ❤️

A/N: sorry this was so rushed I just wanted to write it before I forgot it. Anyways enjoy me posting after almost a year of inactivity

[strawberrynull]

Reading through my old posts is making me realize I’m not even that good at writing anymore 🫩 cuz why were all my old posts lowkey better than my new ones hello?

──☆💋 to my valentine,

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: fwb!Riki x afab!reader

──Genre: fluff, highly suggestive

──Synopsis: You weren’t expecting anything for Valentine’s Day but your friend with benefits, Riki, wanted to prove you wrong

──Warnings: fwb, eventual relationship, y/n is a VDay hater, kissing, making out, hickeys, biting, skinship, highly suggestive, proofread!!

──WC: 1.6k

──A/N: this is late but it’s whatever. I tried finishing this yesterday but I fell asleep lol

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Today was February 14th. Valentine’s Day. The day where couples got all cheesy, giving gifts and posting about their super perfect relationships.

You hated it. It was like a punch to the gut. Rubbing it into your face that everyone else was in a relationship besides you. So on this day, every year, you sat in your room with a tub of ice cream, watching tv to drown your sorrows.

You weren’t expecting anything since all of your friends were busy either with their partners or hosting galentines get-togethers. None of which you wanted to go to.

Sure, Valentine’s Day wasn’t just about relationships but the fact that it was everyone’s main focus made you feel extremely lonely. You just wanted someone special to spend time with on a day like today.

You were already watching your third drama of the day when a knock came from your apartment door. Your ears perked up and you quickly paused your show. You wondered who it could be since all of your friends seemed busy today.

Peering out of the peep hole of your door, you saw only somebody’s neck and the collar of their shirt. Whoever was outside was tall. You stood back and cracked the door open. There you saw your friend, Riki. Well… you were a little more than friends but not quite… it’s complicated.

“Oh Riki, what are you doing here?” You asked, opening the door wider.

He stood there, anxiously chewing on his lip. He was clearly hiding something behind his back. “I came to give you something since it’s Valentine’s Day.”

You tilted your head at his words, confused why he would be giving you something on this specific day.

Then he slowly and carefully brought a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back. It was a beautiful assortment of red roses and small delicate white flowers. In the other hand he held a small box. “I got you these.” He mumbled shyly.

You quickly looked up at him with wide eyes filled with surprise. “These are for me?” He nodded and extended his arms toward you, wanting you to take the gifts. You took the pretty bouquet from his hands and moved your attention onto the small black box. “What’s in the box?”

“Open it” I said, nodding his head.

With flowers in one arm, you used your other hand to carefully open the small box. Inside were two silver bracelets, both with a half heart charm.

Riki reached into the box, taking out one of the bracelets. “Give me your arm” he instructed, opening the bracelet and putting it around your wrist when you extended it toward him. You smiled as his fingers grazed the skin of your wrist, carefully closing the clasp of the jewelry. Then he quickly placed the matching bracelet on his own wrist and held it up to show you.

“See. Now we match.” He smiled, holding his wrist up to yours until the magnets connected, creating a full heart.

“Riki, I love them.” You said with a pout.

His eyes flickered down to your lips.

“I’m glad. I was worried you would get mad since you don’t like Valentine’s Day” he explained, scratching the back of his neck.

“Of course I’m not mad if they’re from you.” You said with a soft chuckle that made his heart skip a few beats. “Come inside.” You moved to the side, motioning for him to enter your apartment. He stepped inside, slipping his shoes off at the door while you ran off to find a vase to display the flowers in.

Riki followed you into the kitchen with a gentle smile. “I uh… actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

You quickly stopped what you were doing to turn toward him, giving him your full attention. “What is it?”

He swallowed nervously before speaking. “Well I wanted to tell you how I’ve been feeling recently. It’s hard to explain but…” he mumbled, not completely sure how to express his emotions. “I don’t think we should be friends anymore”

“W-what?” Your smile dropped and you felt your heart begin to shatter.

“There are two ways to go about this and neither of them end in us being friends…” he said, biting his bottom lip.

Your heart sank further and further with each word he spoke. Why would he be breaking things off after giving you flowers and matching bracelets? “Riki… what are you saying?” You asked nervously.

“Y/n… ‘friends with benefits’ just isn’t working for me.” He admitted, shuffling his feet in anxiety.

“I’m sorry Riki. If I took it too far, I really didn’t mean to. We can go back to being just friends. I-“ you ranted on before he cut you off.

“I want to be with you.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. You just stared at him in pure shock while he stared at the floor, unable to look at you.

“I want to be together.” He repeated, finally lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“You… you mean you want to be in a relationship?” You asked, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion. You hadn’t expected him to want to take your… ‘situationship’ any further.

He nodded shyly, stepping toward you slowly and giving you a pleading expression that made you melt. “Please… can I be your boyfriend?”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his words. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He really wanted to be your boyfriend? He was so hot, he could go out and pick up any girl in the world but he wanted you? You searched his eyes for any sign that he was joking but you only found sincerity and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Riki… I-“ you stuttered. You weren’t sure how to respond but your heart definitely knew the right answer.

You caught the way his eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second before coming back up to look you in the eyes. You also noticed the way he licked his lips before whispering a soft “please” one more time.

Your self control snapped and you quickly attached your lips to his in a sweet soft kiss. The kiss was short but meaningful. When you pulled away, he looked down at you with half lidded eyes, already melting from your touch. “So… you’ll be my valentine? And… let me be your boyfriend?”

You nodded “yes to both of those” you said with a grin. Your words made his cheeks flush and a soft smile spread across his face. And then you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips back onto his, this time in a longer, deeper kiss. He reciprocated, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling your body toward his.

“Thank you Riki” you whispered over and over again between kisses. It was sweet and gentle…

Until it wasn’t.

Riki let out a satisfactory moan, just proving how much he truly wanted this. Now spurred on, you smiled into the kiss, hands finding their way to rake through his soft hair.

The air around the two of you was already becoming thick and heavy. Your bodies were beginning to heat up and your breathing became fast and labored. Upon feeling your hands in his hair, Riki’s hands came to grip your hips harshly. His kisses became aggressive and hungry rather than tender and careful.

The tall black haired boy bit down on your lower lip, forcing your mouth to open enough for him to slip his tongue inside. His pants seemed to tighten at the way you let out a surprised yelp.

With his hands still on your hips, he pulled you closer until your bodies were flush against each other. He pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. Looking down, he could see the way your tits pressed up against his chest from how close you were.

When he smashed his lips back onto yours, he started getting handsy. He would slide his hands down slowly to feel your backside before bringing them back up to your waist as if he hadn’t done anything. Then, he got bold. He squeezed your ass, making your back arch slightly, pressing your body onto his even more. He groaned hungrily, beginning to kneed your ass in his hands.

You pulled away from the kiss, leaving him pouting. It wasn’t for long though because you quickly dragged him to a nearby couch in the living room and pushed him backwards, forcing him to sit down. You climbed onto his lap, straddling him before starting to trail open mouth kissed from his jawline to his neck.

He groaned at the feeling of your lips on his neck. Hickeys began to form where you were sucking on his skin. Mark after mark, his chest swelled with pride. Riki was so proud to finally be yours (and to be able to show it off.) Before, when you two were just friends with benefits, you wouldn’t leave marks on him or let him leave marks on you. But now… his neck was already covered in dark purple splotches. He was sure to be questioned by all of his friends tomorrow.

Feeling more confident, he put his hands on your hips, guiding them to rock back and forth against his own.

“Even though we’re not friends anymore, do I still get those benefits?”

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[strawberrynull]

I just remembered i wrote this last year and omg i love jay i need to write for him more 💔

──⯎ ˙☕ ̟ chamomile tea

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Park Jongseong

──Pairing: jay x afab!reader

──Genre: fluff, angst if you squint

──Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Jay, takes care of you when you suddenly come down with a fever. He will do anything to make sure you're not miserable throughout your sickness

──Warnings: cursing, established relationship, illness

──A/N: I have so many drafts that are like half finished lmao

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"If you're going to stand at my door, you might as well come in." You hear Jay chuckle from inside his room. You had been peering through his slightly open door debating whether or not you wanted to bother him to let him know you didn't feel well. He was on his computer working so you really didn't want to distract him.

You hesitantly opened the door the rest of the way, hobbling inside while staying wrapped up in your big fluffy blanket. He raised an eyebrow seeing as how you were supposed to be at work today.

"Aren't you supposed to be off to work in 10 minutes?" He questioned, crossing his arms.

"I'm not going today." you mumbled in a saddened tone, bringing the blanket up to hide most of your face.

"Why not? Is something the matter?" Jay sat up in his chair like he had just heard terrible news.

"I don't feel very well, Jay." you explained, stumbling over your own feet slightly. Jay was quick to rise from his chair. He hurried over to you, taking hold of your hands to stabilize you. "M' sorry Jay."

"Don't be sorry baby. Let's get you back into bed, yeah?" You smile and nod as Jay holds you by the waist, leading you back to your own bedroom. The warmth and calmness of his touch is soothing. He sits you gently on your bed, letting you lay down so he can wrap you in the blankets. Then he strides over to the window to let fresh air into your room, leaving the blinds shut to keep the room dark so you can rest. "Tell me how you feel."

You explained to him that your throat hurts along with having a runny nose and itchy eyes. He sighed, walking away to grab a thermometer to take your temperature.

"You don't have a fever so it's probably just a sinus infection." He runs his finger through your hair, smiling at you lovingly. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well. What do you want me to do for you?"

"You don't have to do anything. I know you're busy and-"

"What kind of soup would you like?" He asks, interrupting your sentence.

"Jay! Don't start cooking. You have work to do!" You pout. Your concern for your boyfriend despite your condition makes him chuckle. (also makes his stomach fill with butterflies.)

"Baby, don't even worry about me. You're my priority today." A hand comes up to swipe the hair away from your face before Jay leans down to kiss your forehead. "Now tell me what kind of soup you want, pretty."

Reluctantly, you sigh. "Chicken noodle soup, please."

"Coming right up!" He says playfully, standing like a butler. His actions immediately make you giggle. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he watches you laugh. The sound of his footsteps fade as he walks out of the room and into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

You lay in your bed, curled up beneath the plush comforter. You watch out the small crack between the curtains as the puffy clouds pass by, reminding you how you could be on your way to work right now. Instead you're here cooped up in your room. Now, even Jay is stuck in the house to tend to your sudden illness.

He returns with a bowl in his hand and a tray tucked under his arm. (He would make such a great husband.) He places the tray on your lap, setting down the bowl so you can eat.

"I have one more thing for you. Give me a second." Jay says, darting out of the room once more and coming back with a steaming cup of chamomile tea. "Here. This will help with your sore throat. It has honey in it; just how you like it."

You grin, taking the warm glass from his hands and breathing in the teas' aroma. He made it perfectly. It was exactly how you always made your tea. "Thank you, Jay. You should go work now tho-"

"Tissues and eye drops are on your nightstand."

"Jay! Go work!" You pointed out the door sternly. "I'll call you if I need anything, yeah?" You say in a softer tone. Jay leans down and cups your cheeks, kissing you gently before leaving the room.

"Feel better soon, baby."

You smile to yourself as you sip the warm chamomile tea.

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