Heeseung Drabble

Heeseung drabble ❕

imagine ur at dinner with your friends. a double date you'd been excited about for weeks now. sadly, your boyfriend is making it unbearable.

you wore a particularly short dress, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of you. you knew it wouldn't end in your favor, but you really didn't feel like planning another outfit.

sadly, you should'nt have taken the chance because now heeseung is sitting hip to hip with you, his hand between your legs, three digits deep as he fingers you beneath the table.

your grip on his sleeve is lethal and you try your hardest to stop him, but he's much stronger. and it's all the better when he gets to watch you struggle whenever someone speaks to you, his fingers pressing your sweet spot extra good.

heeseung knows all too well how to push you over the edge, and best believe he has you dripping in his palm, trying your hardest to keep your composure as not to embarrass yourself.

when you finally cum, you're pressing your knees together hopelessly, hoping that only heeseung can hear the sounds you're letting out begrudgingly.

when he finally pulls his hand from its place between your legs, he so boldly sucks your taste from his fingers, leaving you shocked once more.

the whole event ends in heeseung's favor because he gets you so horny that you end up begging him to fuck you later on.

Senior Year PT.1 ︱N.RK

riki x reader (high school au)

yn is having a hellish year, but one boy makes it all the more bearable.

cw: fluff! bullying, high school, yn plays handball, toxic parents, toxic home life, swearing, slight verbal abuse.

wdct: 1.8k

requested series!

to the person who requested, pls give me feedback on whether this is good or not bc I WILL rewrite b4 continuing to part two. tyy <3

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Third Person POV~

 "I'm actually quite shocked. You're doing exceedingly well.. I got a few emails from coaches who watched our last game.. If you're serious about handball when season starts, you might get a scholarship." Your coach explains, and you're genuinely shocked. Sure you'd been training your ass off, but no one usually acknowledges it.

"Really?.. A scholarship where?" You ask as she smiles, amused at your excitement. "The states... Some school in Virginia."  She explains as your eyes widen. "The states!? My mom would never let me go to the states."

"She's not in control of you once you graduate.. You're good.. Don't let her hold you back.. Now, go home after school and rest up.. We have practice tomorrow after school."

You leave, and rather than going home, you head to your job. Working at some burger shack that everyone at your school came to. It wasn't too bad, but you hated being noticed. 

And just to your dismay, these three cheerleaders, that love to make your life, hell walked in. 

You just happened to be the only employee on the register so you had no choice but to take their orders. 

And as you did so, begrudgingly, one of them spoke up. "Aren't you that loser from third period?.." 

You sigh, avoiding her gaze as you finish finalizing their order. "That'll be $23.45.." You ignore her remark, simply wanting to finish the order. She scoffs though, arms crossing tightly across her chest. "Are you not gonna answer me?... Fucking loser."

She pays for the order before walking over to some random seat to wait around for it, and you let out a sigh of relief. 

They've messed with you before, and you simply ignore it. It's better to take the shit than lose your job that you so desperately need, and worked hard to get.

You call the number for their order after a short while, giving them their drinks last as the tallest one of the girls scoffs. "This is the wrong drink." She then takes it out of the holder, throwing it at you, which results in you getting soaked in diet coke. It was, in fact, the right drink.

"What is wrong with you?" You try not to raise your voice, makeup and hair ruined, clothes soaked and sticking irritatingly against your skin, and she's just standing there with a smirk on her face. "You dumb bitch. Can't even get an order right." Just as you're about to retaliate, knowing that you didn't even make her order, someone grabs her wrist, tugging her away from the counter.

"That's enough.. Do you always go around giving people hell? At school, and now here..?" You glance up at the much taller figure gripping your offenders wrist, and you're slightly shocked at who it is.

It's the one boy that you've never heard speak in class, never seen him interact with other people despite his teammates on the basketball team. And yet he's popular.. Tall, handsome, and quiet. It's hard not to notice him.

When you finally snap back to reality, the three girls are storming out of the place and the boy is still standing in front of you, Nishimura Riki.

You've never imagined making eye contact with him, or speaking to him, but when his deep brown eyes meet yours, you immediately glance away, too flustered to continue looking him in the eyes.

He smiles gently, and there's a hint of pity in his eyes. "I'm sorry that happened.. Are you okay?..." His voice is slightly deep, and definitely nicely toned. You simply nod at his question, remembering that you're covered in soda.

"I'm fine.. I can take your order.." You try to deflect but he shakes his head. "No, let me take you home so you can change.. That can't be comfortable for you." 

His voice is very persuasive, and you decide not to argue, telling him to wait before walking into the kitchen to talk to your manager. 

"Mr. Rio...?" You inquire softly as the man glances up from his position at the grill, working on an order. "What happened?" He question, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Some girl threw her drink at me...." Your explanation leaves him to nod understandingly. "Just go home.. I'll handle everything until I can call another person here." 

You question whether he's sure or not before grabbing your stuff and rounding the counter. Riki grabs your stuff for you, carrying your book bag and your waterbottle as he gestures for you to follow him. You follow him towards his car and it's nice, a black mercedes. You're already regretting your decision to let him take you home.

"I can't get in your car like this.." You sigh as he shakes his head. "It's fine.. I'll clean of the seat afterwards.."

You refuse at his words. "No... I don't wanna cause you any trouble..." You argue as he rolls his eyes. "Fine then..." He get in the driver's seat, reaching into the duffle bag in the backseat as he pulls put a towel, putting it on the seat. "Come on. Now I won't even have to worry about cleaning the seat."

You sigh, still hesitant, but you still get into the car. He smiles once you're seated, leaning over the console to reach for your seatbelt, fastening it for you.

"So, where do you live..?" 

The car ride to your house is excruciatingly silent. You're awkward, and he doesn't know how to speak to you. It's just terrible.

"This is my house.." You speak up quietly as he stops the car. "Well.. I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow?.." He asks as you nod, unfastening your seat belt and scrambling to get out of the car. "What was your name again?..." He asks as you sigh nervously. "I'm Y/n... L/n Y/n..." You answer as he nods. "Nice. I'm Nishimura Riki.."

And like an idiot, you respond, "I know..." Riki chuckles, smiling. "Then you'll know we have class together.. Don't forget to say hi."

He then drives off, leaving you on the pavement dumbfounded. After a few minutes, you shake it off, heading inside as you take off your shoes. Just to your luck, your mom is on her way out. 

"What are you doing home?.." Your mom questions, brows furrowed inquisitively as she slid into her sneakers. 

"Some girl threw a drink at me at work, so my boss let me go home..." You explain as she scoffs. "You're so weak... Your sister would've kept working.. Learn to endure."

And then she leaves, grabbing her keys before slamming the front door behind her. You hear the lock click shortly after, letting out a sigh of relief.

You hated being compared to your sister. She graduated with honors, and you're barely keeping A's and B's... She's just better... And your mom is no help, constantly comparing you to her. It's definitely not fair because your sister is far from perfect, but you try not to let it haunt you.

The first thing you do is shower, the icky feeling of the soda making your clothes cling to you uncomfortably. After showering, you wash the clothes to avoid the soda staining them permanently. Once all of that is handled, you're rummaging through the kitchen for something decent to eat. In the end, you're settling for pizza rolls and some instant ramen. 

After eating the very random meal, you head upstairs to work on your homework, but to your luck, you left it in the cute boy's car. 

Great, another assignment to fail. You think to yourself as you open your laptop, ready to email your teacher in hopes they'll be understanding. Just as you're about to hit send, a notification sounds on your phone, the screen illuminating with a text from an unknown number. 

You open it, and to your luck its Riki. 

[Hey, it's Riki. I found your backpack in the backseat... I would bring it back, but I'm busy tonight.. Is it okay if I give it back tomorrow?] 

You sigh at the text, deciding to just forget the email and hope that homeroom gives you enough time to complete the homework.

[Yeah.. Tomorrow is fine... I need it during homeroom.]

[Great, I'll be there as soon as school starts.]

You thank him before setting your phone on the desk, sighing loudly. This day has been terrible, practice sucked, you got a drink thrown at you, and now your backpack is at some boy's house all because you accepted a ride home.

You just decide to push everything aside, getting in bed and watching random corny kdramas until you fall asleep.

It's rare that you ever get a good night's rest. If you hadn't left work early, you'd barely be home at 8pm... Luckily you got to sleep a little earlier, but just as quickly as you got lucky, you got unlucky.

You wake up to loud sounds coming from downstairs, and you're already aware of the familiar yelling voices. 

You leave your room, heading quietly down the stairs as you hear your parents yelling, something about money and your dad being irresponsible. 

You're used to the banter, and sometimes you just filter it out, but the sounds of broken glass was slightly alarming.

You peek into the kitchen, your parents are at each other's throats, and eventually your mom just yells for your dad to get out.

The man manages one last rude remark before leaving the house, the door slamming loudly behind him.

Just as your mom walks out of the kitchen, you try to ask if she's alright, she simply pushes past you, heading upstairs quietly.

Your sister still isn't home. God knows what she's out doing this time of night, but you're sure it isn't working.

Almost every last penny of your paycheck goes to your mom, and your sister's paycheck is never the same amount. You know for sure she's blowing it off selfishly, and your mom knows too, but she doesn't care.

One time you bought a new pair of shoes with your check since your family wasn't too far behind on bills, and boy you never heard the end of it. That's why you just give all the money you make to your mother.

And yet she still favorites your older sister. But you try your best to please her anyway. In the end you really don't have a way to impress her, unless you won the lottery maybe.. 

You genuinely just want a normal senior year, and at this point you'll do anything to get it.

I need to work on senior year pt.2 finish three maknae line reqs I got, and I need to finish the sunghoon fic 😭 someone clone me

umm haha can you like not mention my username ill be 🍋 anon morning wood drabble ot7 suggestive

I'm doing it in like a simple way so my brain doesn't die of over working. it's also ot6 🫡

Heeseung

"Baby..? Are you awake?" You wake up to him and whispering in your ear, and you're immediately shrugging him off in an attempt to go back to sleep, already knowing what he wants. Heeseung is persistent though. "Please... I promise we can only do it once this time.." You shake your head, burying it into the pillow. "Heeseung, this has been every morning this week.." You whine and he leans down to press kisses to the exposed skin of your shoulders, his hand gripping your hip. "Not true baby.. We didn't do it on Tuesday." You're shrugging him off, sitting up with an annoyed expression. "That doesn't make it any be-" You're cut off by him kissing you, pinning you down, and cupping your breasts through your bra. Maybe one more early morning wouldn't kill you.

Jay

"Jay... Jay, wake up." You turn your head, glancing over your shoulder as Jay stirs, tightening his arms around your waist. "Five more minutes..." He whines as you sigh. "It's hard to keep sleeping when you're pressing against me." You groan, trying to pull away from him. He nuzzles into your neck, his arms growing even tighter around your waist. "Jay.. Please." He groans, pulling away from you. "Unless you're gonna help me, please let me sleep." You chuckle at the hint of frustration in his tone, trailing your index finger over his bulge. "Who said I wasn't willing to help you..."

Jake

"Jake, baby.. Please.." You sit up, your voice hoarse as you glance at your boyfriend. "Baby, please help me..." He pouts, pulling you into his side as you sigh. "This is why I say no to cuddling at night. You always wake up hard." You argue as Jake pouts. "Baby, it's not my fault.. You were rubbing against me all night." He groans, pulling you on top of him. His hands grip your hips as you sigh. "You're really pinning the blame on me?..." You ask as he nods. "Hoping you'll take responsibility for it.." He smiles as you chuckle, giving him a kiss. "You're lucky you're cute."

Sunghoon

"Babe.... Princess, wake up." You shrug moving away from Sunghoon as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. He then kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheek, and then your neck, littering open-mouthed kisses all over your skin. You sigh, pushing him away by his chest. "Sunghoon, please.. I'm tired." He takes your hand from his chest, trailing it downwards and placing it on the tent in his pants. "Please, my love... I'll make you breakfast in bed..." He tries to bargain and you sigh, pouting. "You'll make me french toast?" You asks as he nods. "With bacon and eggs too.." He says, holding up his pinky as you roll your eyes, completing the pinky promise. "Fine.."

Sunoo

You shift as you feel movement beside you, sitting up as you glance at Sunoo, who's sleeping peacefully, his hips rutting softly against the mattress beneath him. You chuckle, finding it amusing, as you pat his back. "Sunoo... Wake up.." He hums, rolling onto his back as you climb on top of him, planting kisses on his face until he wakes up. "You need me to take care of your problem, baby?.." You ask, cupping his cheeks as he nods. "Yes, please..." He pouts, poking his lips out in a please for a kiss which you gladly give him. "Since you asked so nicely..."

Jungwon

"Y/n.. Cutie, are you sleeping?" Jungwon asks as you roll over, turning off your phone. "Goodmorning..." You hum, rubbing your eyes as Jungwon slides his hand under your shirt, gripping your waist beneath the fabric. "What are you doing?" You ask as he smiles, staring over at you with a pleading look in his eyes. "I need you..." He pouts as you sigh. "It's so early.. Can't you get off by yourself..?" You ask as he shakes his head. "That's not an option when I have my pretty girl from next to me." You roll your eyes. "Stop trying to suck up to me." You say as he shrugs. "I was hoping you'd suck me off if I did.."

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