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when your bestfriend!wonbin asked you to stay the night, you assumed his two roommates, eunseok and sungchan would be gone. it’s not like you dislike them, they just made you a bit uncomfortable with the greedy stares they alway sent your way when wonbin wasn’t looking. when you bring it up to your bestfriend, he rants about how “he forgot” and “they won’t bother you”. which to your luck, they didn’t. you’re not sure if it was because you were glued to wonbin’s side the whole night or if they were just ignoring your existence as a whole…either way, you’re grateful. shortly after wonbin falls asleep, you hop in the shower. after a few minutes of letting the water run over your body, you hear the door click. opening the shower curtain, your heart sinks as you watch eunseok and sungchan make their way into the steaming bathroom. you felt a sob leave your throat as you also see wonbin walk in with a grin on his face, locking the door behind him.

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, wonbin x reader x sungchan x eunseok

it was just supposed to be one night.

wonbin had found out about that you had spent days sleeping on shotaro’s couch, waking just as the sun began to rise to ensure that you would be gone before he woke up. wonbin found out that you hadn’t eaten in two days, scrounging up any spare change just to afford a basic meal. he wasn’t happy about it. he felt upset that you hadn’t gone to him first, your best friend. though, you knew that he knew why.

you would rather feel pain run up your back when you finally mustered up enough energy to leave shotaro’s stiff and flat couch, than be stuck in the uncomfortably small apartment wonbin shared with sungchan and eunseok. they were nice, or at least some variation of nice, sure, but you weren’t stupid. you felt the scorching stares, the shifts in the air that made your skin itch, doing all you could to make yourself as small as possible. they were shameless when wonbin wasn’t around, taking their eyes over your figure, sliding their hands over their upper thighs, sometimes groping their softened cocks while looking you in the eye.

but wonbin’s worried expression, wrinkling his delicate features was enough for you to reluctantly agree to stay a single night.

it wasn’t as bad as it usually was, or maybe you were just too occupied to notice their lingering as you finally filled your stomach with a meal. you couldn’t care less about the fact that it was prepared by eunseok who watched with a teasing grin, or the fact that it was sungchan’s hoodie keeping you warm. the only thing on your mind was the savory taste on your tongue, wonbin’s calloused fingers on your knee and his doting smile as he asked you about your day.

the rest of the evening was just as comfortable. you felt at ease, especially when eunseok and sungchan had disappeared, leaving you and wonbin alone in his bedroom.

wonbins eyes had shut, his breathing began to slow, his grip on your waist loosening. you nearly vibrated with excitement, rummaging through wonbin’s drawers as you had one final thing in mind. a shower.

you sighed as the hot water ran down your aching back, eyes fluttering shut, mind nearly blank as you stood beneath the steady stream. you almost missed the creak of the old hinges of the door, only becoming alert as heavy footsteps sounded against the tile floor.

you could see two silhouettes against the shower curtain. too tall, too broad to be wonbin. fear replaced the relaxation, the muscles in your back stiffening again as your hands wrapped around your chest, knees touching to hide yourself. you could feel tears pricking your eyes, your breath coming out in short puffs as they began to walk closer, slender fingers wrapping a round the curtain. sungchan opened it slowly, teasingly, eyes widening with amusement as he spotted you. eunseok tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, gaze steady trailing down your exposed skin.

you shook your head as eunseok’s hands began to reach for you, looking all to eager to rip your hands away from your chest. you inhaled, preparing yourself to call out wonbin’s name as loud as you could before air caught in your throat. long inky locks, and familiar dark eyes peered into the bathroom that felt smaller than usual, a grin playing on plump lips.

tears finally came rushing down your cheeks, betrayal swimming in your eyes as you looked into wonbin’s that were filled with want as he, too, wandered inside, taking his place in between eunseok and sungchan.

everything moved quickly from then, hands you couldn’t identify pulling on your skin, lifting you off your feet with ease no matter how hard you tried to stop it. your slippery wet skin soaked their clothing, dripping onto the ground as lips attached to your neck, pecks trailing down your stomach to your legs that were still shut tight. hands pulled on your knees, a frustrated grunt that turned to a satisfied groan when they were forced apart, your cunt exposed to their preying eyes.

you closed your eyes at the first graze of fingertips against your slit, the outline of one of their cocks pressing against your back. you could only assume that it was wonbin who pressed a kiss to your cheek, the familiar pattern of breathing fanning your ear.

dark riize headcanons

tw:murder,violence,stalking,manipulation

shotaro: (my sunshine.cannot see him doing any fucked up things)

eunseok: literal psycho.acts cool around people or anyone he’s interested in.so no one suspects that he has any sinister intentions.but oh boy.he does.he always fantasizes about the different ways he could kill you.

sungchan: bipolar creep.would flip in an instant. one minute he’ll be a sweetie giving you compliments and praising you.and then he sees something he doesn’t like or you say something he doesn’t like and that sweet facade is gone.

wonbin: toxic bf.would manipulate you to stay with him.by either love bombing you or conditioning you to hate yourself so you don’t have an option to leave him.because no one will ever love you like him,right?

seunghan: pretty tame compared to the others.seems like the type to be flirty with other girls in front of you and then tell you that you were making things up.would also cancel on dates last minutes just so he could fuck with you.

sohee: a :D psycho.he’s always smiles and sunshine.or at least his exterior is.but really he’s just always dealing with violent thoughts about you. would have the brightest smile on his face while beating you with a baseball bat.

anton: STALKER.you would not even know of his existence.but he knows every detail to yours. he knows what tea you like and when you like to drink it.knows your favorite pjs.all of that. also,panty stealer.enough said.

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Episode 1: The Pool Boy In Need - Jiwoong

• Due to the weather the poor Pool Boy was so desperate for a drink. You immediately help him and get a tray of drinks to cool him down but the drinks weren't enough for him. Stripping down to his shorts begging for more until you find another way to help him to cool down...

Episode 2: Out of Tune - Zhanghao

• You have been stressing for many weeks about your final violin piece and now your fate is now in the hands of the best tutor in the city. Spending hours with you praising you when you finally get something right but what happens when that all goes wrong?

Episode 3: Wrong Move - Hanbin

• Your dance captain, Hanbin, has been very stressed all week due to the upcoming competition. Spending hours in the dance studio and nothing is working for him, and this is when he has had enough...

Episode 4: Extra Help - Matthew

• You had no idea where to start in the gym, and Matthew was the friendly face to welcome you into the gym. Doing his best to explain everything the best he can just to make sure it's the best environment for you! the mood changes one day you come in wearing his favourite outfit.

Episode 5: The G Cord - Taerae

• Taerae who would be the best boyfriend and try and teach you how to play guitar. Many dates consistenting of helping you on how to play and teaching you the best positions to have your hands in. Everything was going fine until it got to the G chord and he had to help you find it...

Episode 6: The King Of The Court Ricky

• Ricky let the secret go one stream that he was a top basketball player. In countless streams after there were many comments begging him to wear his uniform in a stream, now he's finally given in. This was a one-time special stream that would never happen again, so you wouldn't want to miss this!!!

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wc: 2k reader: femme afab warnings: MINORS DNI EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ -- porn with plot, oral f!receiving, swearing, calling tae a virgin loser as a joke, mentioning the weeknd LMAO summary: loserbestfriend!taerae makes you watch the idol on hbo max with him for movie night, but a certain convertible scene sparks your "curiosity" more than the others... and taerae proves he might not be such a loser after all. :0 omg who am i?? i even wrote in all lower case letters in the fic to throw you off... i know you'll know right away though but that's not the point lmao!! i just didn't think i should be this horny for taerae on main so. here's the dedicated zb1 smut blog no one was asking for (except me. i was asking for it so let me live.) thank you to taerae for posting these pics next to each other and ruining my life. also the idol sucks and sam levinson and the weeknd are horrific for creating it. i only know some scenes from it because i watch comedy commentary videos about it. jennie is beautiful tho love her. ALSO i thought of this title and i cried laughing. mwahaha okay thanks for reading byeeeee

“this is the worst show I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say with a laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “i can’t believe we’ve made it through two episodes already.”

🚨 SMUT BELOW CUT -- MINORS DNI -- 18+ 🚨

taerae sighs, “i think i’m gonna need to bleach my eyes.”

“throw some in my ears while you’re at it,” you joke, letting a leg drape over your best friend’s. you’re crammed together in the bottom bunk of his dorm room bed, watching the idol on the tv that’s hung at the foot of it. “i will never, ever be unable to hear the weeknd whispering, ‘stretch that tiny little pussy for me’. and every single day i will beg the lord for mercy.”

“are we sure we wanna watch the third episode?” taerae asks-- shifting a bit next to you. “this show is so graphic.”

“of course the virgin wants to chicken out,” you tease, smacking his stomach with a pillow. he grabs it from you and leaves it there. “you’re the one who wanted to watch it! now you wanna quit two episodes in? not gonna happen. we can make it through this.”

if you hadn’t pressed play at that exact moment, you would’ve heard taerae gulp beside you. 

the intro of the show plays, assaulting your eyes with an up-close and personal view of jocelyn’s bare chest. what else is new? you yawn, hoping the third episode’s graphic scenes (at the very least) won’t be repetitive. bitch has put on a blindfold to end both episodes so far...

sitting with your back leaning against the wall, you try to steal a glance at taerae. his upper back is propped up on his pillow as he lies perpendicular to you, facing the tv screen. you watch his eyes, catching the subtle dilation of his pupils. it could be the light from the television in the otherwise dark room shifting their size, but you find yourself curious nonetheless.

“do you think she’s pretty?” you ask suddenly.

taerae coughs. “me? do i think the actress is pretty?”

you nod, eyes returning to the screen in hopes that the lack of eye contact will make taerae feel comfortable enough to give you an answer.

“she’s pretty, yeah,” he says after a moment. 

“like, you’re attracted to her?” you clarify, throwing another piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“uh,” he hesitates and you feel his legs tense up under yours. “i guess. i mean she’s not really my type, but--.”

“but you like her tits.”

“exactly,” taerae agrees too quickly. “wait, no--.”

“no need to walk it back,” you cut him off with a snort. “boobs are hot. end of story.”

taerae sits up a bit more, seemingly trying to relax after your probing. you didn’t talk to taerae about sex or girls all that much, but you’d be lying if you said the show hadn’t suddenly made you a bit curious. what experience did your lovable loser of a best friend have-- if any at all?

the interrogatory questions you’re suddenly wanting to ask are thrown from your brain, however, as the show now cuts to a shot of the weeknd (you and taerae refuse to call him tedros tedros) and jocelyn in the back of a convertible-- their poor assistant driving these two insufferable cretins down the freeway.

nothing’s out of the ordinary until jocelyn crawls from her seat and lifts one leg to straddle the weeknd. she’s in a slinky tangerine bodysuit and little black shorts and the weeknd’s hands easily envelope her waist. you roll your eyes, already having grown so sick of these two. 

but when jocelyn is suddenly pushed to the edge of the seat, her back against the car door and her head resting on the frame-- your attention is piqued. the weeknd wraps his hands around her thighs, prying them apart so he can pull her shorts to the side just enough to fit his tongue. the actress’s head lolls back over the car door frame; her blonde hair dangling over the side and flowing in the wind. her face is screwed up in absolute bliss and the sounds coming out of her confirm her state.

would she really be screaming like that just from his tongue?

“um,” you hear taerae say and you look over at him curiously. “if-- if he’s good with it, then yeah. she would be, i guess.”

you frown. what was he talking about? if he’s good with what? ... oh fuck, you think as you realize that you’d accidentally said your previous thought out loud. and now poor taerae is stumbling to give you an answer.

what did he say? if he’s good with it then she would be.

“huh,” you mumble, your brow furrowing as you ponder his answer.

you turn back to the tv, but taerae clears his throat. “what?”

“what? what do you mean, what?”

“why did you say ‘huh’ like that?” he asks, the pillow on his stomach rustling as he shifts slightly. “do you not agree or something?”

“oh, uh,” you stutter as you feel your cheeks start to heat, not sure what to say. “um, i guess i wouldn’t know.”

the silence from taerae is deafening as your eyes stay locked on the tv. you’re not sure why you said that. you could’ve just lied. you should’ve just lied.

“are you a virgin?” taerae asks softly. the accusation whips your head around to stare at him angrily and his eyes widen cautiously.

“obviously not,” you answer in a huff. “i just... i’ve never...”

you look down at your lap, picking at the skin on your fingers. you should stop while you can. you don’t need to tell the truth. why are you even considering telling him this?

“no one’s ever gone down on me or anything.”

“oh,” taerae manages to respond after a long moment, but you can’t even look at him.

“yeah.”

another moment of silence. “you shouldn’t be, like, embarrassed by that. that’s... that’s entirely their fault for not prioritizing you, you know?”

your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, the aforementioned embarrassment flushing your skin as you nod. the show is still playing, but you can only hear garbled sounds. why did you tell him that!? now taerae has to awkwardly comfort you when you could’ve just shut your mouth in the first place. you didn’t really talk about these kinds of things with taerae. your best friend was there for movie nights, chinese food binges, laughing until you cry, and most importantly taking the absolute piss out of... 

and here you were making him uncomfortable by randomly talking about your oral virginity.

“would you want me to do it?”

taerae’s voice is so quiet that you’re positive for a moment that you hallucinated it. you look over at your best friend tentatively to find his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping his pillow to his stomach. 

“what?”

taerae blinks nervously. “if you wanted to, you know, try it... i could--.”

“WHAT!?” you shout; hands grabbing the pillow on taerae’s stomach and throwing it across the room. “are you-- are you fucking joking!? you think i’m desperate enough to ask my best friend to eat me out?”

“no, no, no,” taerae respond quickly, hands flying up in defense. “not at all!”

“then what?” you ask, jaw setting in anger as you wait for a good enough answer to keep you from punching him in the balls.

taerae’s lips form the slightest pout. “you seemed really curious about it. i just... i just thought i’d offer.”

you bite your lip as you think. “what do you even know about that kind of thing? I thought you were a virgin loser.”

“ouch,” taerae says but quickly shrugs it off. “i guess you’re only right about half of that statement.”

you frown. even though you’d never talked about it before, was taerae secretly experienced? more experienced than you?

“you don’t have to say yes though,” he adds quickly. “i’m sorry; i probably shouldn’t have said any--.”

“okay,” you cut him off softly.

taerae’s eyes widen in surprise. “okay?”

you nod slowly. “i don’t believe you that you’re not a virgin loser, but if you’re offering...”

taerae sits up, leaning on his hands as a little smirk lights up his face. “i’ll eat you out and then you can eat those words. how does that sound?”

the way your heat flutters at his words catches you off guard. so does the way he swiftly flips you onto your back as you take the position he was just in.

“whoah,” you exhale, your best friend absolutely knocking the wind out of you as he positions himself between your thighs. he takes the hem of your shorts in his fingers, eyebrows raising at you expectantly. you lift up your hips enough for him to shimmy them off, discarding them on the floor without taking his eyes off your still-clothed center.

you glance at your underwear, panic immediately hitting you when you realize you wore the only clean pair that you had left...

a black, lace thong.

they were the only pair left, because you honestly hadn’t had a reason to wear them in a little while.

“fuck,” taerae curses, hands wrapped around the outsides of your thighs. “were you going somewhere after this or...?”

“if you don’t shut your mouth, i’ll be going somewhere before this,” you threaten, but the words come out shakier than you would’ve liked as taerae begins to plant open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. “... ‘s laundry day tomorrow.”

“mm, I see,” he replies, shifting his weight to one hand so he can bring his right hand to your heat. your heart rate rises as he moves towards where you’re quickly growing to need his attention most. two fingers press at your clothed-core gently and the sound of the tv in the background does nothing to dampen the moan that escapes you from just the small amount of pressure.

“laundry day’s coming just in time i think,” taerae says, a smirk highlighting his cavernous dimples in a light you’ve never seen before. “from the way you’re soaking through these.”

“shut up,” you groan, bringing your hands up to cover your face. taerae hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, tugging at them playfully to get your attention. peeking out through your fingers, you glare at him.

“do you want to stop?” he asks, removing his hands quickly. “we can stop if you want to or need to or anything.”

you reach down and grab both of his hands in yours, reattaching them to your underwear. “please keep going.”

he blinks at you for a moment before nodding, pulling your thong down your legs as you lift your hips up for him. taerae lies down fully in between your thighs now, guitar-string calloused hands wrapping around your thighs and guiding them to rest on his shoulders. 

“so pretty,” he whispers. eyes focusing on your throbbing cunt, taerae’s grip on your legs gets a little tighter-- a little more desperate. “really.”

“thanks,” you respond shyly, watching as a bit of steam begins to coat the rim of taerae’s glasses. you can’t help but smile as you reach for them, carefully removing the frames and placing them on the stand next to his bed. 

“thanks,” he echoes. 

“i’m still not convinced that you aren’t a-- oh fuck...” just as you’re about to tease your loser of a best friend again, his tongue finds your core and licks a long stripe up from your opening to your clit. taerae exhales a laugh against your pussy, tongue circling your clit as his hands now take hold of your hips.

“wait, what the fuck?” you whine breathlessly as he works you over with his mouth. “tae, i thought... oh my god.”

“taste so good, baby,” taerae moans like he’s enjoying it just as much as you are. he slips a finger in your entrance carefully, stretching you until he deems you ready for a second. “Think this pussy might be perfect.”

his eyes are closed; eating at you like you’re his favorite meal. it’s hot. way hotter than the scene from the show. way hotter than anything on that stupid show-- in which another sex scene is playing on the screen behind taerae. you suddenly feel so much pity for jocelyn; one of the hardest characters in history to pity. but the fact that there’s no way tedros fucking tedros is eating her out as good as taerae’s eating you out right now is tugging at your heart strings.

“tae,” you whimper, feeling the knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten. your hand tangling up in his hair at the nape of his neck causes him to moan into you and the vibration only makes you tug harder. “please, please wanna cum.”

“already? you sure?” he says, disappointment coating his voice. “could eat this pussy all night.”

“holy shit,” you exhale. you didn’t even know taerae was capable of talking like this. the only time he ever said pussy around you was if he was calling you one. now as he looks up at you from between your thighs, his pretty dimpled-smile covered in your juices as he continues to fuck you with his fingers and press his thumb against your clit...

you’re nodding frantically now. “please, please tae. make me cum.”

“fuck, baby, okay. whatever you want,” he agrees quickly, the lust in his eyes at your demand reaching a whole new level. he removes his thumb from your clit and the sudden lack of contact causes you to whine pathetically. “sshhh, don’t worry baby. i’ve got something even better, i promise.”

just as some tears from frustration are welling up in your eyes, taerae’s lips close around your clit and he begins to suck. “oh my GOD,” is all you can manage as your orgasm starts to wash over you. “taerae. oh my god, tae... c-cumming.”

you’re grinding your pussy against his tongue now to maximize the friction and the way he lifts your hips a bit to bring you even closer tells you that he’s loving every second of this. your moans match the ones that taerae is mewing into your core. he places your hips back down onto the mattress, holding them steady as you start to squirm a bit from the overstimulation. he continues to lap at you gently as your hand falls from his hair to his shoulder, causing him to look up at you.

your cheeks are red now from both your climax and the new wave of embarrassment that’s creeping up on you. you’re not sure what to say, but luckily taerae’s got you covered.

he inserts two fingers inside of you again and then pulls them out-- covered in your juices. without hesitating, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. “you’ve tasted yourself, right? probably a lot. fuck, i’m so jealous.”

your jaw drops a bit, now doubly unable to speak at the filth pouring out of your best friend’s mouth..

taerae frowns at you. “what? you want to make this awkward now?”

you shake your head. 

“was it good?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he squints slightly. you reach over to his nightstand and grab his glasses, handing them back to him. he puts them on; raising his hand to ruffle his hair.

“you know it was good,” you mumble annoyedly.

he grins. “yeah. i do.”

“UGH,” you groan, hiding behind your hands again. “i hate you.”

“please, pleeeease tae,” he mocks, climbing up closer to your face to really rub it in. “make me cum.”

“SHUT UP!” you shout, hitting his chest with your fists in annoyance. “do not get cocky about this.”

taerae shrugs, biting his lip to keep from smirking. “i guess you never wanna do this again then?”

you sigh defeatedly before replying softly, “i didn’t say that.”

“good,” he says with a smile-- shifting to the edge of the bed and standing up. “i’m gonna get you some water and a towel, okay? don’t move a muscle.”

you don’t. taerae had made sure of that with the orgasm he’d just pulled out of you. as the door to his dorm room closes behind him, you’re left with only your thoughts and the sound of that shitty tv show playing in the background. you reach for the remote weakly, pressing pause on a bizarre scene of the weeknd jerking it over a clothing rack (?).

all you can think about, though, is taerae lapping at your pussy like a starved man. what the fuck just happened? did you really just let your best friend eat you out?

and how the fuck had he managed to leave you wanting more?

PUT THAT TONGUE DOWNNNNM. MATTER OF FACT CANCEL THE WHOLE TOUR 😞

welcome to my first ever kinktober! i hope you all enjoy this! also please read the rules down below, thank you.

for this round, i'm only writing for txt, enha and svt

i have only included 25 days because as someone with fibromyalgia ( because my fingers do hurt badly after typing the fic and all my assignments 😭) , it would be impossible for me to upload every day continuously, so if i do skip some day, i will upload those chapters in the remaining days i left out.

fics will be dropped starting from october 1 and most of them will be between 500-1.5k words.

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and lastly, enjoy!☺️

day 1 - praise kink with joshua (for anon)

day 2 - breeding kink with hyuka (for anon)

day 3 - fleshlight with solo!jay (for anon)

day 4 - thigh riding with seungcheol (for anon)

day 5 - consensual somnophilia with jake (for anon)

day 6 - public sex with jeonghan

day 7 - shower sex with yeonjun

day 8 - roleplay with seokmin

day 9- mirror sex heeseung (for anon)

day 10 - food play with soobin

day 11 - bondage with dino

day 12 - corruption kink with sunghoon (for anon)

day 13 - degradation with jihoon

day 14 - temperature play with joshua (for anon)

day 15 - hate sex with taehyun

day 16 - masochism kink with minghao

day 17 - overstimulation with seungkwan

day 18 - monster kink with monster!jake ( for lovely @nishisaki )

day 19 - orgasm control with wonwoo

day 20 - dom kink with soonyoung (for anon)

day 21 - wax play with mingyu

day 22 - jealous sex with vernon ( for anon )

day 23 - tantric sex with occultist!beomgyu

day 24 - knife play with yandere!jun

day 25 - gangbang with enha hyung line ( for anon )

Babysitter reader x dark wonbin

So reader is babysitting wonbins younger sibling. Since wonbin is not much of responsible adult(according to his parents). So they hire you

moved to: @riizeblr

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon fingering, smoking, stoner!wonbin x babysitter!reader

wonbin can feel your irritation burning into the side of his face. his lip quirks, smoky puff exiting past the small sliver between his lips and around the joint he held between two fingers.

“that’s what you want to talk about?” he says, amused. he holds the blunt in front of his face, “this?”

you look away, “she’s a child.”

“come on,” he chuckles, slouching against the couch you were both seated on, “it’s not like it’s a hard drug.” it’s his turn to look at you, observing the inflation of your chest as you take a deep breath, your teeth digging into your bottom lip. “I’m just having fun.”

he works his way back down, lingering on your plush thighs. his hand slithers towards you, causing bumps to rise on your skin as he gropes the flesh.

you crane your head, meeting his eyes, “don’t touch me.”

“relax,” wonbin rolls his eyes. “you’re so tense,” he mumbles as he gives your thigh another squeeze, enjoying the feeling beneath his fingers.

he takes another drag, “you shouldn’t be here anyway.”

“why not?” you retort. “you couldn’t keep her safe on your own. you’re always high.”

“I can still do a better job than you,” he shrugs, “it’s not easy for me to get taken advantage of.”

“what?” you snap, shoving his hand off your thigh.

he rolls his eyes again, sitting up, “if I’m incapable of caring for my own sister because I’m “oh so high’ it shouldn’t take much effort to take advantage of you.”

“I can defend myself,” you say, starting to stand when you feel his warmth inching closer. his hand locks around your wrist, a tug bringing you back towards him. you try to yank it away, following his movements as he began to get up.

“what’re you gonna do?” he mocks, lips hovering over your neck as he began to push you towards the wall. his hands glide down your body, slipping into your pants and curling to cup your sensitive heat.

you shove your shoulders towards him, closing your thighs. “see? I barely did anything and my hands are already down your pants.”

your hands firm fists, a noise of frustration filling the air as his finger slid along your folds, the tip prodding at your hole teasingly. you feel his grin against your throat.

“you’re getting wet,” he laughs through his nose. “do you like this?”

you shake your head, jolting towards him, breath catching in your throat when he finger slips inside. “stop it,” you swirl your hips to pull away but it only pushes his fingers deeper inside.

he lightly shakes his head, “defend yourself. you said you could.”

What do you think cockwarming with Matthew is like...

i feel like cockwarming with matthew is always after sex. he knows he doesn’t have the self control for it to not end up with him fucking you so he just doesn’t do it often. when it does happen it’s usually because he fucked you into subspace and you’ll cry if he pulls out because you won’t be full anymore or the stimulation is too much. when that happens matthew will just gently pull you to lay on top of him while he’s still inside you. he’ll play with your hair and sing softly to you until you fall asleep and he can pull out and clean you up without upsetting you

Can you wright a Ni-ki fanfic where him and reader have a (just a regular) (or or maybe even slightly heated) make out sesh ???

“kissing, I hope they caught us” ┈ ❊ ﹒ 🌪️

⟢ pairing 西村力 x fem!reader ⟢ contains shy and flirty kissing, wandering hands, mentions of body image ⟢ 𝟔𝟗𝟖 words 📍 now playing … 🕸️

One day, you decided to go clothes shopping with your boyfriend Riki, trying on a few pieces for him in the mall dressing room to make sure you were on the right track. It’s not like you needed any new clothes… you simply just wanted your wardrobe to match more of what Riki wore.

“Turn around,” you told your boyfriend in a demanding yet sing-singy voice, cautiously taking off your shirt as you observed the way he buried his face in his delicate palms, “and no peeking!”

When you finally gave him the cue to uncover his eyes, he looked you up and down with a smile ghosting over his plush lips.

“What do you think?” You asked, striking a few basic poses.

He couldn’t help but blush a little at how cute you looked while checking yourself out in the mirror. You and Riki had came a long way with each other when it came to self confidence, and it delighted him to see how comfortable you’d grown with yourself in front of him.

“Can you come a little closer,” he said, motioning with his fingers as you followed like a trained kitten.

“Okay, now give me a spin…” he directed, and you did, nearly falling over as you did so, “like this?” you asked shyly.

“No, the other way, silly,” he giggled, hooking his finger into the belt hook of your jeans and pulling you into his lap, bracing you with a protective hand as you plopped onto him.

“Like this,” he smirked, gripping your waist as he looked into your eyes through feathery lashes, thoroughly enthralled by you.

Your hands almost naturally found themselves at his shoulders, your socked-feet dangling off the dressing room couch as you clung to each other like puzzle pieces.

“So the outfits a win, yes?” You asked as he caressed your waist, hips, and thighs, sending tingles up and down your spine. In moments like this, you were almost certain that Riki could make you physically melt from his touch alone.

“Hmm, let me think about it,” he whispered deeply against the skin under your ear, kissing you softly and leaving another trail of tender pecks down your neck.

“Riki~,” you hummed gently, hands running through your boyfriends hair before he shushed you with a kiss to the lips, guiding you closer towards him by your waist.

You could feel your stomach start to flutter at how passionately he kissed you, wanting the moment to continue before he abruptly pulled away from you, his plump lips and half-lidded eyes clearly telling of how intense the contact was.

“My pretty girl,” he said, hands now leaving your body to cup your face, “you know that I think you look beautiful in anything, right?”

“Anything?,” you teased, toying with the neckline of his cotton T-shirt.

“Anything,” your boyfriend continued, reaching his hand towards your ankles, “Even in these dirty pink socks,” he giggled, tickling the base of your feet.

“Riki, you crazy child, stop that!” You yelped in a similar fit of giggles, swatting his hands away before guiding them back around you, initiating a hug. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, almost forgetting that you two were still in the changing rooms and not at home.

He guided you off of his lap, walking you towards the tall wall mirror with his hands wrapped around your waist, resting his chin on your left shoulder as you both faced your reflections.

“Where’d this sudden sense of confidence come from anyway,” you pressed, a small smile staining both your faces as you looked at the mirror, lost in each other’s beauty.

“I guess it kinda just radiated off of you,” he said, once again tugging at the belt hooks on your jeans, thinking of all the places he’d wanna take you to show off your new clothes.

You bowed your head, hiding your face at Riki’s words that nearly lit your heart ablaze, “Okay, let me change out of this so we can go to the register,” you chirped, watching as your sweet boyfriend, like a trained kitten, walked back to the corner of the dressing room and covered his eyes.

—❊ Special thanks to the anon who requesting this quick piece !! I hope you guys found it just as cute as I did =^..^=

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