CROSSING BOUNDARIES

CROSSING BOUNDARIES

PAIRING : dom!hoon x fem!reader

GENRE : smut, possessive sunghoon, unprotected sex, mentions of blade and scars, spanking, choking, tied hands, overstimulation, fingering, degradation, killing.

WC : 1.8k words

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni

A/N : read part two here – broken boundaries

"no fucking way." you practically growled at the man in front of you, your father to be more precise. jaw clenched at the insanity of the situation.

"you do not have a say in this matter." your father concluded as a matter of factly. not wanting to stay around him for even a second more, you leave his office but not before flipping him off.

being born as the daughter of a mafia man was a life you had gotten accustomed to by now. being the only heiress to his seat, everyone expected you to be to be the perfect assassin. you grew numb to the point you were almost emotionless to anything and everything, everything with the exception of two people, namely, your father and his right hand man.

ever since you were a kid, you had to follow the instructions given by your father, but fixing your marriage to the heir of lee mafia, lee heeseung, wasn't something you expected him to do, "it's for our own benefit." he had stated.

you went straight to your bathroom and splashed water on your face, taking deep breaths to calm down your racing heart. after a while, you exited the bathroom, just to see sunghoon standing in the middle of your bedroom.

park sunghoon, your father's right hand man. everyone envied him for getting such a high position while being so young. he had always proved to be loyal to your father. not only he was smart and skilled, but also good looking. you despised him to say the least, you had always been compared to him as to how he had everything you lacked and more. just the thought of him made your blood boil.

he made sure to always do better than you. moreover, he'd smirk at you whilst making snarky comments just to rile your anger even further. in fact, that's what he's sporting right now, a smirk as his teeth played with his lip ring.

"fuck off, sunghoon." you dismissed him right away, well knowing that he's here to taunt your arranged marriage which your father had dearly set up. his laughter bloomed the room causing you to roll your eyes.

"oh come on doll, let me congratulate you first, yeah?" amusement pooled his eyes as he saw you roll yours. truth being told, he loved pissing you off, mainly because he found your angry self really hot. getting closer to you, he bit his lips as he trapped you against the wall, your face scowled up in annoyance.

"you're crossing your boundaries, park." you warned him simply, yet he leaned in so that his lips hovered over yours.

"am i now?" he questioned, and within a second, you were thrown on your bed, sunghoon pinned you down as you struggled against his hold. for a second, your gaze flickered towards his lipring, this didn't go unnoticed by him.

"being disloyal already? who knew how much of a whore you can be." he scoffed, you weren't ready to take his bullshit in though. without much of a warning, you flipped him over, taking your pocket blade out and positioning it on his tattoed neck. the blade just barely grazing his skin.

"do you know that the last person who talked to me like that ended up at the bottom of the river? guess it's your turn now." you smirked, pressing him into the mattress even further. yet again, distraction came easily to you, it always did when sunghoon was near. this time it was his tattoo, which you never saw this clear before, it was minute between all the larger ones surrounding it. in fact, you wouldn't have even noticed it had you not been this close.

sunghoon saw your lingering stare with the lack of hold, seeing this opportunity, he grabbed the blade and threw it to the farthest corner of the room.

"what is this about?" you breathed out a question, seeing your name written near his clavicle, so small as if it wasn't even there. you grazed your thumb softly over it.

sunghoon shivered under your touch but gained energy to flip you over nevertheless. putting all his weight on you, his lips faintly touching yours as you both breathed the same air.

"you really are dumb." he chuckled before capturing your lips in a kiss, a kiss that was due since the past seven years, all the time that he had been in love with you, yet never acted upon it. you returned the kiss, making it go deeper and more rushed than what sunghoon had initially started. the cool metal of his ring made you shiver into the kiss.

you were frustrated, making out with a man whom you'll never get to be with, yet somehow, it felt right. you groaned, your hips jerking forward to meet his hard on. he looked into your eyes and you nodded, you needed this.

"fuck." was all he said before removing his plain black t-shirt, his scars from the past missions and tattoos full on display, he wasted no time in kissing you again, his hands roaming all over your body. you traced his scars as his fang like canines bit and sucked on your neck, it was sure to leave marks by the next day.

his anger was evident with the rush, you were being promised to someone else, how could he accept that? growling, he tore off your tank top, unclasping your bra along with it. you gasped at his neediness, whining as he licked and swirled around with your erected nipples. his hand went down to rub you through your jeans, making you moan with pleasure. more, you wanted more.

"remove it." you croaked, and in a moment, you were bare naked in front of him. hastily, you got up to undo his belt, removing his jeans and boxers all together. his thick cock leaking with precum. he gathered the wetness from your dripping core using two of his digits and sucked on them, kissing you right after.

you arched your back as his fingers entered inside of you, stretching you out. moans filled the room as sunghoon gripped your neck.

removing his finger, he pushed himself into you without any warning. he stopped to watch your reaction : eyes closed, lips parted and rigged breathing. he smirked, tying your hands with his discarded t-shirt and holding them above your head.

"fuck, sunghoon." you screamed out as he grabbed your ass, mercilessly pounding into you. sliding your fingers between his soft hair, you start rolling your hips to get more friction.

"you like this, don't you?" sunghoon tightened the hold on your neck, a broken sob escaped your mouth. "bet that fucker won't be able to make you scream like this." the bed was shaking, you were trembling, your feet curled up with the feeling.

"yeah, it feels so good–" you dragged out as he put one of your leg on his shoulder, his thrusting getting deeper as it hit your sensitive spot, your moans getting lewd by second. you looked up to see sunghoon as he bit his lipring with concentration, his sweat trailing down his well defined jaw, making him look even more hot than he usually does.

"fuck." he kept on muttering, observing your tied up hands and fucked up fucked up expression, his dick twitched inside of you, his high seeming closer than ever.

"i'm going to cum." tears stained your cheeks as you came all over his cock, letting out a shaky breath. he moaned out your name as he spilled his seed into you.

sunghoon flipped you over, making you understand that he wasn't done yet. with your ass in the air, he ruthlessly pounded into you as his hand digged into your waist, strong enough to leave marks.

"i. fucking. hate. your. father." sunghoon had never once insulted him, yet here we are now. you were crying, the overstimulation heightening up as he rubbed your clit.

"you are my property, you get it slut?" he growled into your ear and you managed to get out a weak 'yes' as an answer, knowing very well that you cannot go against your father, yet sunghoon made it worth it.

"i won't let that asshole have you." he declared, ramming into you with all his might, so strong that you saw stars, "hoon–" you sobbed out as you came for the second time, yet he didn't stop and slapped your ass, painting them a beautiful shade of red.

"louder, let everyone know who's making you feel good." he demanded, your voice booming in the room. "fuck, i hate you." he said before cumming in you again. his words being the literal opposite of his feelings.

he freed your hands, softly caressing them with a sigh. "i'm sorry, doll." he apologized and looked into your eyes for any sign of discomfort, he didn't find any. you tried to smile at him, too tired to do anything but he got the memo.

"how long?" you asked, gazing at the tattoo.

"five years." he paused, "i got it five years back, it's shocking how no one noticed it" he pitifully laughed, knowing that you weren't even his to begin with.

"oh." was all you could say. it was a given that sunghoon liked you, it scared you to the core when you find out that you did too. you realised it the moment he kissed you and kissed him back instead of pushing him away.

"this is pathetic, fuck." he said, bringing you closer to him, "run away with me." he desperately said.

"we won't survive a day out there hoon." you were right, the moment you leave your gang is the moment your enemy kills you. they're out for blood.

sunghoon cursed, biting his lipring yet again.

you sighed, "we can't go against him" you pointed out, mentioning your father in the process.

he smirked, his tongue poking his fangs. sunghoon would, a hundred percent, go against your father if it meant that he gets to have you with him. the look in his eyes was the same as the one he had on the day he killed an innocent guy for talking to you at the bar, the same look he had when the enemy gang had slashed your hand, causing you to stay at rest for a week, he had killed all of them by the next two days.

you saw right through it, your eyes widening in the process, before you could say anything, he silenced you by kissing you roughly.

"round two?" his eyes glimmered as he asked, you being needy, nodded for more. he made you cum thrice more.

next morning, the bed was empty next to you. suddenly a shrill scream was heard from around the corridor, you dressed up, running as fast as you could, your eyes widening at the scene in front of you.

it made you believe that sunghoon, in fact, can go upto any lengths to have you.

© jaylaxies

NOT AROUND

pairing : jay park x fem!reader x lee heeseung

genre : friends to lovers. enemies to lovers. fluff. crack.

summary : was it something unspoken ? the way jay looked at you and they way you looked at him…or maybe you were just wrong, but would it kill you to explore ?

warnings : swearing. implied kissing.

wc : 1.6k

authors note : maybe i should do a part 2 ? plus i love mint chocolate sue me >:)

“and…shoot !! she scores and the crowd goes wild !!” jay screams, proceeding to slide onto the slightly damp grass imitating what must have been screams of a crowd.

you roll your eyes at the dramatics of your best friend, before he gets back up on his feet, retrieving the ball from the post.

“it was just one goal, jay.” you laugh as he walks towards you, “i’m proud though considering your horrible sports skills.” he comments handing you ball, an offended gasp leaving your lips.

moment = ruined .

just when you thought you were having a cute moment. but the was never guaranteed with him.

“you shouldn’t be the one talking about sport skills in my opinion.” you smirked as you proceeded to balance the ball on your knee, just as he taught you.

which jay, doesn’t miss as his heart dances at the sight, but he quickly brushes it away.

you just said he had bad sports skills.

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Yeosang’s room was warm. If it weren’t for the small fan in the corner of the room whirring away on the floor it would’ve been almost unbearable. Not that you would’ve minded much. You loved Yeosang’s bedroom and always had since the first time he’d let you inside. Correction: he hadn’t really let you inside that first time (he and your brother were too busy playing FIFA on his TV) but when he caught you sneaking inside he hadn’t kicked you out either, just asked if both of your parents were making too much noise downstairs and smiled when you groaned out a ‘yes’. Then he’d gone back to the game, letting you sit on his bed to watch them play.

You were twelve at that time, him and your brother just a few years older than you, and you’d been fascinated with his room. He had the kind of posters on his walls that you’d seen in bedrooms belonging to Hollywood movie teenage boys, various band logos and horror movie villains plastered on his walls alongside reminders to finish his homework and empty the dishwasher. It had at the very least always been different from your room and most likely cooler than your brother’s (not that you could know for sure since he never let you in there), which was always more than enough to pique your interest. As you got older, it became your hideout too.

When Yeosang hosted parties you were the only one who was allowed to sneak a friend or two into his room and have drunk conversations on his bed. When you needed help with your assignments and your brother was being a bitch about helping you, Yeosang sat you at his desk and painstakingly explained the parts that even he had to Google. Whenever you’d fallen out with someone or had an argument with your parents or had come back from college parties too tipsy to go home, Yeosang’s room was always your refuge. Yeosang was first and foremost your brother’s best friend but he’d always made an effort to be your friend too, and so you were used to seeking out his room (and him) when you wanted somewhere comfortable to stay.

Which was why you were here now, sniffling and crying into his pillow while the stuffy summer heat managed to seep through his drawn curtains. His room had changed over the years, of course, most of his old posters torn down and various high school paraphernalia (science awards and class pictures and cheap medals from sports days) replaced with stacks of CDs and horror novels, because he still tried to be cool like that. Even with all the changes his bedsheets still had the same boring chequered pattern and were still washed with the same fabric softener, so that if you pressed your face hard enough into the pillow you could pretend you were eighteen again and sleeping off a bad hangover while he finished assignments at his desk.

The illusion didn’t last particularly long, with the bedroom door opening to reveal a flustered looking Yeosang holding a glass of peach iced tea (your favourite drink circa ten years ago) and a can of Redbull for himself. His face turned pink when he saw you, pushing the door shut with his hip and setting the drinks down on his desk with a sigh.

“You’re still crying?” he asked, frowning when you sat up and wiped at your face with your hands. “Wait, I’ll get you tissues. You know Wooyoung would laugh at you, right?”

“That’s why I didn’t go to him,” you whined, thanking him sheepishly when he threw a box of tissues in your lap. He watched you dry your cheeks with that same flustered look on his face, handing you the glass of iced tea as soon as you were done as though to prevent you from sniffling or sobbing any more.

“It’s just some gross college kid. I bet he doesn’t even clip his toenails,” he tried to reassure you. He’d never seen a picture of your boyfriend before, let alone met him, but once he’d heard that you’d been dumped he was immediately convinced that every insult in the book was warranted. It had been annoying when you’d first arrived but his dedication to the whole thing was admittedly amusing now. “How much you wanna bet he doesn’t wipe his ass every time he goes to the toilet? I bet he’s failing all his classes too.”

You snorted into your iced tea and looked up at Yeosang.

“You said that about the guy I dated in high school y’know,” you told him, which made him roll his eyes.

“It was deserved. Probably. Give me the glass,” he said, holding his hand out and smiling when you handed it to him. Once he’d safely set it aside, he let out a long sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Can I lie next to you?”

You nodded, flopping back down onto the pillow that was still damp with your tears and shutting your eyes when the mattress beside you dipped and Yeosang settled down. Your habit of coming to him when you were going through a break up was an odd coping mechanism, you’d admit, but he had been right. Your brother would’ve laughed his ass off at you if he saw you moping around the house, endlessly teasing you in a (terrible) attempt to cheer you up. Yeosang’s room was the best place you could think to go, it just so happened to be that he was home alone today and not busy in the slightest.

“Hey,” Yeosang startled you out of your thoughts, reaching over and squeezing your forearm. “Don’t get hung up on it, okay? You’re cool and clever and all that sappy stuff, don’t worry whether some guy likes you or not. It sucks seeing you cry, especially over shit like this.”

You knew he was trying to cheer you up but you couldn’t help the way more tears started to well in your eyes at the sound of his words. Yeosang was always so gentle and caring with you, and the sincerity in his words and the way his thumb was rubbing back and forth against your arm filled your stomach with butterflies so aggressive that you started to sniffle all over again.

“Oh God,” Yeosang whispered, making your face burn.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, bringing your hands up to hide the fresh tears that were rolling down your face.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he tried to reassure you. You could practically hear the frown in his voice and the thought of it drew a sob out of you. “No, look- c’mere, okay? Come here.”

You let yourself be manoeuvred so that your head was laying on his chest, which was warmer than you’d expected thanks to the heat, and let him wrap his arms around you, squeezing you tight. When you inhaled he smelled just like the fabric softener on his bed sheets and you relaxed into the familiar scent, pressing your face down against him and hugging him back just as tight.

“Fucking waterworks,” he mumbled, raising a hand to rub the back of your neck gently. His fingertips kneaded at the muscle there, reminiscent of a cat kneading at a blanket with its paws. The feeling was pleasant and your sobs quickly died down even as tears kept wetting Yeosang’s t-shirt. “Okay baby. Don’t cry anymore, okay? You’re fine. He’s just a stupid guy.”

“He’s not stupid,” you replied on instinct, even though you wholeheartedly agreed with Yeosang. For a moment he was quiet and you thought your words might’ve been too muffled for him to hear, but then his hand moved to rub up and down between your shoulder blades and he clicked his tongue.

“He is. I’m older than you, I know better,” he said firmly, a phrase he had started to employ only after hearing your brother use it on you several times when you were all in high school.

“I’m too old for the age card. Not even Wooyoung does that anymore,” you mumbled, which made him laugh. Despite yourself, the feeling of his chest shaking with each laugh made you smile.

“I’m always going to be older, I can use it whenever I want,” he said, giving you another tight squeeze. You just nodded, enjoying how warm he was even though the room was already too hot. Yeosang stayed still while you collected yourself, hand steadily rubbing your back until even your quiet sniffles had died down and you were silent, listening to his heartbeat and trying not to think about just how warm he was. It was when you were just about ready to fall asleep that he tapped the back of your head, smiling at you when you lifted your head just enough to look at him. “You feel okay now?”

You nodded, feeling even more sheepish than you had earlier, and Yeosang laughed softly.

“Don’t go crying over any more guys. I hate it when you’re this sad,” he said, staying laid down in his spot as you sat up. You looked down at him and cringed at the wet patch of fabric where you’d cried against his t-shirt. He didn’t seem bothered by it though, his expression neutral now that you were done crying, so much so that you’d never guess he’d been as flustered as he was earlier. “Come here, let me clean your face.”

You faked a grimace at the almost parental tone he used but he could tell that it was fake, rolling his eyes as he pushed himself up to sit against the headboard. He picked up the box of tissues you’d discarded earlier and pulled a few out.

“Sit here,” he said, gesturing to his lap. Ignoring the way your stomach flip-flopped, you sat yourself down in his lap and let him wipe away the remnants of tears and snot on your face. He smiled once he was done, squishing your cheeks together with one hand. “You’re so pretty. Don’t let anyone make you think you’re not, yeah? I know better than them.”

“Really?” you said through your squished lips, whining when Yeosang laughed at you.

“Yeah. I’ve known you forever. I know how pretty you are,” he said, voice trailing off towards the end. He gave your cheeks another squeeze and then let go of your face, patting the tissues against your cheeks even though you both knew they were dry by now. You didn’t tell him to stop though, so he kept going. You bathed in the comfort of being around him and the feeling of being taken care of, watching the occasional involuntary raise of his eyebrow and admiring the birthmark by his eye. You didn’t often have time to spend around Yeosang anymore between your university courses and the boyfriend you’d thought was so precious eating up most of your time, and you felt your belly twist at the realisation that you hadn’t visited him in months.

“I missed spending time with you,” you said, rubbing your fingers over the wet spot on his t-shirt as though it might help to dry it off somehow.

“Does it really count if you’re crying your eyes out?” he joked, grinning when you slapped his chest. He set aside the wet tissues and rested his hands on your thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. It was so different from the way that he usually touched you that you shuddered a little, opening your legs a wider so you could slot better against him. He smiled when you shifted closer, letting out a soft huff. “I’m joking. I missed you too. I’m glad you came over.”

You were glad too, but you figured you didn’t need to say as much. With every passing second you became more and more aware of the fact that you were straddling the guy you’d practically grown up with (you tried your best to forget the fact that he was your brother’s best friend) and even more aware of the fact that you didn’t want to move off of him in the slightest. If anything you wished you could get closer somehow, gripping his t-shirt tight in your fist with a sharp inhale.

“Hey,” Yeosang said suddenly, his voice entirely different from how it had been just a few minutes ago even though it was just as gentle. “C’mere.”

You were so used to trusting him that you leaned forward without question and even when your heart jumped up into your throat and you could clearly see Yeosang’s eyes flicking down to look at your lips you stayed close. Yeosang moved one of his hands from your thigh to the small of your back (slowly, almost painfully slowly, so that you could easily ask him to stop if you wanted him to) and pulled you flush against him.

“That guy’s an idiot, right?” Yeosang asked, and this time you nodded instead of disagreeing with him.

“Yeah,” you murmured. He hummed.

“I got you, okay?” he said, reassuring you for the dozenth time since you’d turned up, and smiled when you nodded again. Before you could get impatient he finally closed the space between you both, his lips soft when they met yours. Your heart fluttered in a way it had never done when you’d kissed anybody else, making your hands shake when you moved them to rest on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat against your palm and when you tilted your head to kiss him better you felt it pick up its pace.

The kiss was short and just as careful as Yeosang always was when he handled you, and seeing his face again when he pulled back made your heart do that stupid flutter all over again. His eyes stayed on your face while both of his hands moved to hold your hips, squeezing with enough strength to make you gasp.

“God, I wish you wouldn’t date such stupid guys,” he sighed, one eyebrow quirking upwards when you rolled your eyes.

“Let me guess, you want me to date you instead?” you teased, trying to lean into the cliché trope that was playing out between the two of you.

“Hadn’t thought about it until now honestly,” he mumbled, leaning forward again so that you were almost cross-eyed when you kept your eyes on him.

“Then what was the kiss for?” you asked, nudging your nose against his and allowing him to brush his lips against yours in an almost-kiss.

“Because I mean it when I say you’re pretty,” he said, giving your hips another squeeze before lifting a hand to hold your face, thumb moving back and forth against your cheek. “And because I really hate it when you come over here crying. I want to make you feel better.”

You weren’t sure how to reply when he was being so earnest and the warmth between the two of you was becoming almost intolerable, so you forwent words and kissed him again. This kiss was different from the last, Yeosang’s hand holding your face still while you got used to the feeling of his lips on yours. His tongue tasted like bitter energy drink when you parted your lips and let him lick into your mouth (it tasted better on his tongue than it ever did out of the can) and you couldn’t help the quiet moan you let out, quickly swallowed by his mouth. You could feel yourself getting greedier and greedier the longer you both kissed, hands moving from Yeosang’s chest to hold his neck and squeezing every time he pulled your hips forward to grind against him.

This time when you parted you whimpered and Yeosang laughed at the pout forming on your lips. His smile was both so familiar and so different from what you were used to seeing on his face that an anxious confusion filled your chest. Only when your lashes became wet did Yeosang notice your change in mood, his free hand quickly coming up to cup your other cheek.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, a pout playing on his lips just like the one on yours.

“You’re just- you’re his best friend, you’re not going to follow through with anything we do and if you do you’re just going to end it right after,” you mumbled, sniffling even as Yeosang wiped away your tears before they could roll down your cheeks. His brows furrowed at your words, his pout turning into a frown.

“No, no, that’s not true,” he said, sounding so shocked by your statement that you believed him even though you weren’t sure you wanted to. “I won’t stop talking to you, if that’s what you’re scared of. As for following through”– he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. –“I want anything you want.”

You whined and leaned your face further into his hands, relief washing over you when he let you tuck your head away beneath his chin. He clicked his tongue, kissing the top of your head.

“You worry your pretty head more than you should,” he chided playfully.

“I don’t want to stop coming over here if you decide I wasn’t a good lay or something,” you mumbled once your tears had slowed, once again comforted by the scent on his clothes and skin that you’d known for years upon years now.

“Come on, I would never call you a bad lay,” he joked, as awkward as ever when it came to cheering you up, his arms closing around you when you whined in response. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. Remember what I said? I got you. Always.”

You sat up and looked straight at him, looking at him through a new lens now that you knew how his lips felt and how his mouth tasted after he drank Redbull, gauging how serious he was before you took a deep breath.

“Can we kiss again?” you asked, and bit your tongue to stop yourself from smiling when Yeosang’s face lit up and the tips of his ears turned pink. He might’ve been able to pull the age card on you but with all the excitement in his eyes you could’ve guessed he was still just a teenager about to be kissed for the first time.

“Anything you want,” he replied, his palms firm on your back to keep you steady. A fuzzy feeling filled your stomach when you leaned in to kiss him again, sighing through your nose when you slid your tongue against his bottom lip and he opened his mouth just enough for you to run your tongue along his. You laughed softly into his mouth when he bit your bottom lip and kissed it immediately afterwards as though it might soothe the sting. He tasted less energy-drink-bitter now and more like himself with each kiss. You liked how he tasted when it was just him, liked how his mouth was just as warm as the rest of him, which embarrassed you just as much as it turned you on.

When you pulled back to breathe, Yeosang kept you close, forehead resting against yours while you both caught your breath. You felt just as safe in his arms as you always did in his room, the hurt you’d been crying over earlier slowly smoothing over into a newer, scarier, addictive feeling.

“You taste like iced tea,” Yeosang said, humming the words as though he was praising you. You smiled and kissed him again, quickly this time.

“You tasted like Redbull the first time,” you returned, pressing your palms to his chest. He felt firmer than he looked, the parts of him that used to be scrawny now musclier after a few years of dedicated exercise. You’d never expected to be feeling out those changes like this, fingers digging into the softer spots you found and a grin spreading over your lips whenever he purposely tensed the muscles you were squeezing.

“If you want me to,” he started, hands exploring your torso with the same curiosity as yours did his while he spoke. He pulled his head back to look you in the eye when he rubbed his thumbs over the area beneath your chest. “I’d love to know how you taste in other places.”

You didn’t notice the way your thighs tightened around him at the sound of his words but he must have, because his hands quickly moved to grip your hips.

“Probably not like iced tea,” he teased, thumbs pressing against your lower tummy and inching closer to your (wet, you suddenly noticed) pussy. “But only if you want.”

You did want, even with the thought of a very pissed off Wooyoung groaning and whining at both of you for weeks appearing in the back of your mind. You gave an experimental thrust of your hips against his crotch and sucked in a sharp breath when the action made Yeosang groan. He returned the movement without any hesitation, grinding the bulge in his sweatpants against you and banishing any thoughts of your brother from your mind entirely.

“I want you,” you said, laughing nervously and giddily when Yeosang swore under his breath in reply. “Want you to taste and- and do whatever you want.”

Yeosang’s expression changed, one brow purposefully raising opposed to how it usually did without him noticing, and he kissed you again. He seemed hungrier than before, every lick into your mouth more calculated while he kept dragging you back and forth on his lap until you were panting into each other’s mouths more than you were really kissing.

“I’m going to show you how pretty you are. Make you forget about all those stupid fucking guys,” he muttered so firmly that you nodded in affirmation. “Lie down for me.”

You did as he’d asked even though being apart from him made the once stuffy air in his room feel cold against your skin, goosebumps rising on your forearms and calves while Yeosang worked your shorts off of your legs, dropping them to the floor with a carelessness you rarely saw in him. He groaned as he spread your legs, quickly quieting your confusion when he rubbed his fingertips against your panties and you felt how wet the fabric was.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he murmured, leaning down and kissing along the insides of your thighs. When you didn’t say anything in return, he flicked the skin closest to your panties and then left an open-mouthed kiss there, tongue touching the spot that his nail had hit. “You should answer my questions. You know you’re perfect, right?”

You couldn’t help but whine at the question, more self conscious than usual because of the way Yeosang’s eyes stayed on your face the whole time he kissed and bit at your skin. It felt like such a grand compliment to accept, like you’d be far too self-centred if you really called yourself perfect out loud. Yeosang pressed a kiss to the wet spot on your panties and his mouth was so warm that you couldn’t help the way your thighs twitched.

“I want to hear it out of your mouth,” he said, flicking the same spot he had earlier. “If you really want me to eat you out I want you to believe it too.”

You were flustered by how sincere his words were and how intense his gaze was on you, fingertips tracing shapes against the skin closest to your panties until you felt so sensitive you felt ready to reach down and pull them off yourself. You raised your hands to your face and huffed.

“I’m perfect,” you whispered, voice so small you were worried he hadn’t heard and would make you repeat yourself. But to your relief Yeosang let out a pleased hum and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear and waited for you to shift your legs so he could pull them off of you. The moan he let out when he spread your legs again made you shiver, hesitantly lifting one hand from your face to watch how he blushed the longer he looked at you. His eyes moved up to your face briefly and when he saw you peeking at him he grinned.

“Good girl,” he praised, kissing your knee before he leaned down again. “Look at you. You’re so fucking pretty.”

You only whined in response but Yeosang didn’t seem phased, resting his thumb over your clit with a feather-light touch while his tongue slowly licked up the sticky wetness on your lips. The light touches drew another frustrated whine out of you, louder this time, but Yeosang didn’t change his pace. His free hand tightened its hold on your thigh, fingers digging into the plush skin and holding you in place.

“Yeosang,” you said softly, frowning down at him when he pressed the gentlest of kisses against your pussy, tongue barely leaving his mouth to lick at the sensitive skin. “Can you please be faster or just… Please?”

“Are you in a rush baby?” he asked, kissing your clit in a way that made you shudder.

“No, but I-”

“I know, pretty girl, I know,” he answered, finally licking between your folds and making you gasp. “You’re so wet. And you taste so fucking good.”

His words made your face burn, hands shaking when you reached down to play with his hair. He smiled at the feeling before licking up your pussy again, slower this time as he pushed his tongue further between your lips.

“Not like iced tea?” you tried to joke, the hitch in your breath as you spoke giving away how good it felt when his lips closed around your clit and he sucked. Your head fell back against his pillow, thighs shaking as you tried to close them around his head. His hands kept you in place, his grip on you tightening when he pushed his tongue against your entrance and nudged his nose against your clit. You swore, voice pitched higher than usual when he began to push his tongue into you, licking up every gush of wetness from your pussy and twisting it each time it pressed inside of you.

You couldn’t help the cry you let out when he pulled back to practically make out with your clit, licking and sucking until his chin was slick with you and his lips were glossy.

“Better than iced tea,” he finally said. It was an empty statement - he’d never liked iced tea as long as you’d known him, and you knew discharge never tasted particularly good - but the soft, serious way he said it filled your stomach with butterflies all the same. “Never thought anyone could taste so good.”

“Stop, you’re so cheesy,” you whispered, even though you both knew you didn’t mind the compliments. Yeosang especially, since he could see how you clenched around nothing with each sweet word that left his mouth, rubbing circles into your clit with two of his fingers.

“Just for you. I want you to feel good,” he murmured, kissing and biting different spots on your thighs until you were tugging at his hair impatiently. He grinned up at you, his messy face turning you on more than you thought was even possible. “Does it feel good? Does my pretty girl feel good?”

You shivered at how possessive the question sounded but nodded anyway, because fuck did you feel good.

“Say it,” Yeosang demanded, voice hard.

“I feel good,” you said this time, not willing to delay him any longer. “Feels so good, Yeosang.”

“Good. Good girl,” he praised.

You watched as he sucked on one of his fingers for a few seconds, taking it out of his mouth with a quiet ‘pop’ before he pushed it into you, tongue laving over your clit while he started to pump his finger in and out of you slowly. He kept eye contact with you while he dragged out the pleasure until you were desperately tugging on his hair.

“You want more?” he asked, speaking against your skin so that his teeth lightly grazed your clit. When you whimpered out a shy ‘yes’ he smiled and pushed one more finger into you, crooking them as soon as they were fully inside of you in a way that made your hips buck up into his touch. He giggled, the sound so sudden and out of place that you were reminded of who it was that was fucking you open on his fingers. You waited for guilt to kick in, or even a sliver of regret, but instead you only felt warmth fill your stomach. Yeosang cared about you. He’d take care of you.

“Please do that again,” you moaned, your breaths turning shaky when Yeosang used his free hand to take one of your hands in his, lacing your fingers together and squeezing tight.

“‘Course,” he said, bending his fingers inside of you to rub against that same spot with a low hum. “Anything you want, angel.”

Tears began to well in your eyes when Yeosang’s pace picked up, each flick of his wrist rougher than the last until you were practically crying out with each thrust. Your thighs shook as you tried to close them around his hand, failing to push against the hand that was still holding yours. When he began to rub circles into your clit was when you finally broke, tears of pleasure rolling down your temples as you tugged his hand up towards your chest.

“Yeosang,” you whimpered, gasping when he buried his fingers deep in you and fucked them relentlessly into that sensitive spot inside of you. “Please, Yeosang, please-”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, not slowing the thrusts of his fingers while he shifted so that his face was above yours. He cooed at the sight of you, kissing your forehead with a gentleness that contrasted the rough movements of his hand between your legs. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. You wanna cum on my fingers for me?”

You nodded, all but melting against the mattress when he leaned down to kiss you as steadily as he could, sharing the taste of your own cunt with you each time his tongue slid against yours. It was sloppy, drool gathering at the corners of your lips as you gasped into his mouth and threatening to spill down to your chin before he pulled back, smiling at you with so much desire the feeling of your orgasm approaching quickly intensified.

Thankfully Yeosang seemed to notice how you clenched around his fingers, shifting back down to kiss your clit and grinning when the action drew a sudden, sharp moan out of you.

“Want you to cum so fucking hard for me,” he said firmly, voice so low it was practically a growl. “I want to see my pretty girl cumming for me.”

You didn’t have the words to tell him that you could probably cum just from hearing him talk like that, just the strength to moan his name when you felt his lips and tongue against your clit, sucking in tandem with every calculated curl of his fingers. You felt your mind melt as you came closer to the edge, your breath catching in your throat and back arching off of the bed when you finally came all over his fingers and face.

You felt Yeosang moan against you, his tongue slowly working over your clit as he fingered you through your orgasm with slow thrusts, never once letting go of your hand even when your hips bucked up against his face. You didn’t realise you were crying again until you hiccuped, your entire body trembling from the breathtaking pleasure still pulsing between your legs. When Yeosang slipped his fingers out of you a sob left your lips, your entrance sensitive after so much attention.

“Good girl,” Yeosang whispered in the same tone he’d used to try and comfort you earlier, sitting up so that he could look at you properly. His smile was so fond, so different from the borderline hungry one he’d given you earlier, that you found yourself aching for the care he’d always given you so freely. The same way he seemed to be able to tell when you were close to cumming he just as easily seemed to be able to tell that you wanted his comfort and was quick to rearrange himself into a proper sitting position, pulling you up and onto his lap even though you were still wet with spit and cum.

“Your pants,” you mumbled, frowning when you realised you’d already gotten them wet. Yeosang shook his head in response, rubbing your back with his clean (or at least cleaner) hand.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said, eyes searching your face for an emotion besides the post-orgasm dizziness that was showing on your face. “Are you okay? I didn’t think you’d cry like that, I didn’t do too much right?”

You smiled at the concern lacing his voice and leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder. It was harder to smell the fabric softener now that you both smelled more of sweat and Yeosang’s cologne was more evident, but the scent was still there when you inhaled deeply. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling wider and buried your face against the crook of Yeosang’s neck, giggling when he whined out a quiet ‘tickles’.

“I didn’t mean to cry,” you admitted, nosing at his neck before placing a kiss there. “You’re just so good. Your fingers and your mouth are insane.”

Yeosang laughed out loud at your words, the kind of laugh you would usually hear when Wooyoung was trying to embarrass him in front of you. You loved how familiar the sound was even in such an unfamiliar situation.

“I take it you’re feeling somewhat better then?” he asked, gently patting your back when you nodded. “Good girl.”

Your face burned at the praise and you lifted your face from his shoulder to look at him properly. A flush rose to his cheeks when he saw your face, pressing his lips together to try and stop himself from smiling. You noticed rather belatedly that he was still hard beneath you when you shifted on his lap and your eyes widened at the realisation.

“Do you want me to help?” you asked, gesturing down to the spot where your crotches were connected. Yeosang’s cheeks turned even redder when you did so, his hands pressing firmly against your back to pull you closer to him.

“No, I’ll be fine,” he said and shook his head, laughing the same embarrassed laugh again. “If you want to, we can do something like this again. After a date or something, so your brother doesn’t kill me.”

You groaned at the joke, remembering that he’d ask what you were doing at Yeosang’s place when you got home. It only set in a few seconds later what Yeosang had suggested. A date.

“That’d be good,” you replied, sounding far too shy considering you could still see your cum on his chin. ‘Good’ was a massive understatement in comparison to the warmth spreading in your chest at the idea of a date with him but Yeosang seemed to understand anyway. He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, both of you smiling against the other.

“Okay baby,” he sighed when you parted. “Let me get a towel so you can clean up.”

“You got it all over you already,” you told him, but moved off of his lap all the same. You watched him leave the room, the summer heat slowly settling over you again now that the pleasure’s feverish warmth was wearing off and a foreign excitement prickling over your skin at the shift in you and Yeosang’s relationship. You lay back down on the damp sheets to wait for him and shut your eyes once your head hit his pillow.

You really did love Yeosang’s bedroom.

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❣︎ ⎯⎯ that’s “baby” to you .

PAIRING ! nishimura riki x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.5k

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A/N. ! ok !! i was able to force this out of my system in the midst of this writer’s block. i hope it turned out ok 😭 i’d love to hear your thoughts on it after <3

“hey! nishimura!” you shouted from across the room from the kitchen to your boyfriend who laid with his limbs sprawled out on the couch. 

his head perked up at the sudden use of the name. he hadn’t heard it leave your lips since before you started dating him, now resorting to using names like baby, love, or even just your first names (which was used mostly around other people, because he was very shy when it came to any form of pda). 

he sat up urgently, a look of playful frustration displayed upon his features, “what did you just call me?”

“what?” you bluffed. “i don’t recall saying anything out of the ordinary.”

he furrowed his brows at you before standing up and quickly walking towards you as you continued pouring yourself and riki some juice. 

he stopped walking once he made it behind you. and before doing anything more, he pressed his palms onto the counter, leaning in close by your ear before saying in a low voice, “what did you call me? say it again, i dare you.”

you paused, hesitating before you let out in a tiny voice laced with a slight guilt, “nishimura.”

suddenly, squeals and giggles filled the room as your boyfriend’s hands made their way to your sides, tickling you as you struggled to let protests escape your lips. 

“riki, stop!” you managed to make out through your helpless fits of laughter. 

and immediately, his hands dropped, “what did you just call me?”

you groaned, turning around, faces just inches apart before letting out a chuckle and smiling innocently, “nothing.”

“y-“

“baby!” you exclaimed before he could even begin. “i said baby, baby.”

he narrowed his eyes at you, very obviously trying to hide his growing smile. 

you smirked before turning back to face the counter and continued pouring your juice. 

and immediately, you felt a weight on your shoulder and arms wrapping around your waist. 

“riki! you almost made me spill the juice!”

you felt his hold loosen from around your body. 

“love!” you quickly corrected. “love, you almost made me spill the juice.”

and his grip tightened around you once again. 

“you’re so petty,” you told him, shaking your head with a playful grin on your lips. 

“no,” he argued as you began backing up, causing him to do the same to give you some space, placing the juice back in the fridge. 

“yes, you are,” you told him, taking the cups you had just poured and began making your way back to the couch. 

“i am not!” he protested, placing his hands on your shoulders and lightly shaking them as he followed you. 

“riki! i have glasses of juice in my hands!” you squealed. 

“riki?” he gave you a look of disgust. 

“yes, riki,” you told him proudly. “that’s what you get for being petty.”

“i love you?” he said, phrasing it as more of a question to sweeten up to you. 

“thanks,” you responded, sipping your juice. 

he gave you a flat expression. 

“i’m just kidding,” you turned to him with a smile on your face. “i love you too, baby.”

you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, and a grin rose to his lips before turning his head quickly and placing a kiss on your lips.

A/N. i struggled to end this one if you couldn’t tell sndjdjdj lol

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