#Enhypen niki

[vivimura]

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

SUMMARY ~ it's valentine's day— and your boyfriend, riki, knows exactly how to make the night memorable. from a lavish candle-light dinner, to the luxurious hotel room he'd booked for just the two of you that night, riki goes all out to make you feel loved and satisfied on the special occasion.

GENRE ~ smut, fluff, slight food play

WORD COUNT ~ 5.323k

ᯓ★ rahh its out!! i'm so sorry i haven't posted in a while, i love all you guys sm :(

you’d always come to associate memories with scents. the scent of fresh strawberries reminding you of the farmhouse you’d often spend your summers in as a kid. the scent of mud taking you back to the times you played in a playground, or, the scent of wood, reminding you of the tables you studied on in school.

the minute the bottom of your heel clicked into the large hotel room, the scent of its freshness and luxury filled your lungs. at that moment, you just knew that you’d always come to associate it with valentine’s day, or more specifically, the holiday with your boyfriend— riki, for life.

your eyes were bright and appreciative as you took in every aspect of the room. the ceilings were high, windows floor to ceiling and tinted, giving the most magnificent view of the city skyline money could buy. beside the window was a small glass table, having a bottle of fancy champagne and a small plate of chocolate covered strawberries. you chuckled at the sight of them.

“it’s so pretty.. your taste is really good,” you broke the silence, unwrapping the scarf you were wearing and neatly placing it near the dresser. you stepped further into the room, stopping short of the windows to admire the view.

riki followed behind, his eyes focused on things other than the window. he admired the way the black dress you wore hugged your figure and showed just enough skin to look sexy without appearing vulgar.

once he was near you, he placed his hands on your hips and leaned forward, resting his chin on your shoulder. "i knew you'd like it," he mused, gently pressing a kiss on your neck. he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of honey that lingered around you.

"oh, and you’re very modest, too." you sarcastically commented, but were fully aware of the fact that riki had every right to be proud of his decisions. he’d always made efforts to cater for your preferences and likings.

with a small chuckle at the eyeroll he gave you, you reached for the bottle of champagne, twisting its neck to read its label. your eyebrows shot up in approval. you turned your head to riki, holding out the bottle with a cheeky, knowing smile. despite being well into your adult life, you always avoided being the one to pop the cork.

a small smirk graced his lips as he observed your playful expression. picking up on your reluctance to pop the cork, he took the bottle from you and quickly opened it. a soft 'pop' could be heard and a bit of foam spilled over.

riki poured the champagne into the two glasses, handing one to you and retaining the other. he lightly clinked his glass to yours, his expression somewhat smug.

"to us," he said with a smirk.

“to us.” you repeated, giving him a small playful smile before bringing the glass to your lips to take a small sip. when you set the glass down, the deep red lipstick you were wearing had stained onto its rim. riki chuckled when he noticed it, amused by how you'd manage to make such a simple action seem so sexy.

in the corner of your eye, the array of strawberries perfectly drizzled with chocolate caught your attention. despite the generously filling dinner you’d eaten with riki previously, the sight of the sweet treat was one you couldn’t resist. you picked up one and took a bite, humming happily at its sweetness.

you held the half-bitten strawberry up before riki’s lips. riki, who was still sipping on his champagne, set the glass down carefully. his eyes briefly darting to your lips as you lifted the strawberry to feed him.

riki leaned forward and took a bite of the strawberry, his lips and tongue lightly grazing the tips of your fingers as he did so. he chewed quickly and swallowed, his gaze fixed on you as he savored the taste of the sweet chocolate mixed with the slight hint of your lipstick

the sensation of his tongue merely brushing by your fingertips was something so mundane, but your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. you mentally shook the thoughts off your mind and looked up at riki with a soft smile. “it’s yummy, right?” you gulped and asked, blissfully unaware of the glisten the strawberry’s juiciness had left on your lips, not to mention the smudge of chocolate in the corner of your mouth. you weren’t really a messy eater, but you were distracted for reasons no one could blame you for. it really was ridiculous how hot riki made a simple black button up look.

the sight of your mouth was one he found extremely cute and alluring. he couldn't help but let out a low hum as he reached out and gently swiped his thumb across the corner of your mouth to remove the chocolate.

he brought his thumb to his lips and without breaking eye contact, he lightly sucked the chocolate off. "good," he agreed, his voice low and slightly teasing.

your eyes widened at the not-so-subtly seductive way riki licked his finger, the sight causing a blush to settle on your cheeks. “stop that,” you choked out, landing a light smack on his firm chest. you turned your head and grabbed a tissue, hurriedly cleaning your mouth with it instead, desperately avoiding eye contact as you did so.

riki couldn't help but grin as you smacked his chest, finding your reaction absolutely adorable. he stepped closer to you, his smirk growing wider. he was thoroughly enjoying getting you all flustered. "i’m not doing anything, though." he taunted playfully, his eyes flickering with mischief.

his reply caused you to roll your eyes, but you limited your response to a simple playful glare for the sake of not ruining the romantic night. you turned your attention back to the strawberries and extended your hand for another treat, but riki’s hand stopped you in your tracks.

you gave him a look of curiosity, but he remained silent, choosing to let his actions answer instead. he picked up the strawberry between his fingers, bringing it to your lips. his gaze was locked onto them, observing the way the red lipstick made them look more inviting and delectable than usual.

"open," he said in a commanding yet soft tone, his expression filled with subtle mischief.

you narrowed your eyes at the tone of your voice, but complied and opened your mouth with expectations that he’d simply feed you the sweet. but of course, this was riki we were talking about. deliberately, he smeared the chocolate onto your bottom lip.

in mild disappointment, you scoffed and shut your mouth, giving riki a stern glare with an unknowing pout formed on your chocolate smeared lips. “seriously? you’re so childish.”

riki couldn't help but laugh at your expression, finding your small pout absolutely adorable. he knew he was being childish, but he couldn't resist teasing you, especially knowing how much fun it was to rile you up.

"childish? me?" he said, letting out another laugh. he cupped the side of your face, his thumb gently tracing over the chocolate on your lips.

"i just wanted to see that cute little pout of yours." he smirked. “and because you look stupid with chocolate on your lips,” he added, biting his tongue to not laugh. he was fully prepared for the smacks you were probably going to give him.

the audacity. you scrunch your nose in irritation, grumbling something incoherent as you land predictable but harmless smacks on your chest. “you’re so infuriating!” you exasperated. riki chuckled at your adorable display of irritation and the playful smacks you landed on his chest, finding you utterly adorable in your current state.

once satisfied with the ‘punishment’, you went silent. eerily silent. flashing a small smirk, you picked up a fresh strawberry, smearing its chocolate onto his mouth with a mischievous giggle.

his laughter abruptly ceased once you returned the favor by smearing chocolate all over his mouth with the strawberry. he stared at you in mild shock, his eyes slowly narrowing as he wiped his mouth.

"you really want to go there, huh?" he muttered, his gaze playful and filled with a hint of danger. before you could respond, riki quickly pulled you closer, his hand on the small of your back as he crashed his mouth against yours.

“hmph-“ you let out a small sound of surprise but quickly melted into the kiss. you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around your neck, kissing him back with a sense of need that you weren’t even aware had built up over the course of the night.

riki deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, eager to taste more of you. the taste of chocolate, the sweetness of your saliva, the alcohol of the champagne, and the taste of your lipstick mixed together, creating a sensation that was uniquely intoxicating.

he pressed you against the wall, his body pinning you in place as his hand traveled up and down your side, feeling the curves of your body through the fabric of your dress. the sounds of your moans only pushed him further, his fingers now gripping your waist with a possessive desire.

"can't believe you're mine," he muttered against your lips, his voice slightly breathless. he was intoxicated by you in this moment, the taste and feel of you. his hands began roaming further down, reaching your thighs. his fingers gripped the material of your dress, trying to hold himself back from pushing it up. 

he pressed his body against you, wanting to feel every inch of you, his lips trailing from your mouth to your neck, leaving behind a trail of heated kisses.

you let out a shaky exhale, your hands slowly trailing a path from his hair, down his neck, all the way to the collar of his shirt. you gripped it tightly, pulling him impossibly closer.

“riki…” you whimpered out his name. the hot, wet kisses he left on your skin caused your mind to go into overdrive. you tilted your head up to give him more access, your back arching in attempts to feel even more of his body pressed up against yours.

he continued trailing kisses down your neck, his teeth lightly grazing your skin. one hand still gripping your thigh, he lifted it up, wrapping it around his waist. he pressed himself against you, his body now flush against yours as his other hand began searching for the zipper of your dress.

your heart jumped yet another beat in anticipation. “right there,” you whispered, guiding riki further up your back by a push on his elbow. the lipstick on your lips once applied so carefully was a smudged mess, but it made you look even more beautiful if it was possible.

the sound of the zipper sliding down was incredibly loud, and it was like music to riki’s ears. once completely undone, the material of the dress formed a pool around your heels and his breath hitched. his eyes widened in awe as they took in the sight of you in underwear he was definitely not used to seeing you in.

the sight of you standing in front of him, in the delicate looking lingerie that he hasn't seen before, made his head spin. his desire for you was overwhelming, and he was struggling to hold back his need.

"y-you look.." he managed to choke out but trailed off, his voice thick with want. he reached out, his fingers trailing over your skin, the rings feeling cold against your heated flesh. he couldn't possibly word how attracted to you he was at that moment, and the sheer amount of things he wanted to do to you.

the white lace of your bra barely covering your breasts, the material of your panties skimpy enough to give him peaks, but hidden enough to drive him absolutely insane. his gaze trailed further down to the stockings coming up to your thighs, all the way down to the heels you wore making your legs look long and so fucking sexy.

fuck. he was hard. really hard.

unable to read his mind, riki's silence caused you to grow nervous and conscious. you knew he liked seeing you like this, but you’d expected a few verbal reactions too. “w-well? do you like it?” you shyly spoke up, a hopeful twinkle in your eyes.

riki snapped out of his daze at your question, his gaze flicking up to meet your eyes. the look on your face made him almost want to laugh at how you were even asking such a dumb question. 

"fuck. yes," he almost growled, his eyes traveling again down your body, his hands following suit like they were following gravity. "you look so good," he murmured, his touch almost reverent as he ran his hands over your hips, his eyes unabashedly stuck on your cleavage, "so good."

you let out a small amused yet relieved chuckle, followed by an unconscious lip bite. you felt your body grow warmer and warmer, despite the cold, air conditioned atmosphere. “thanks..” you whispered, gently tugging riki closer to feel his body against yours again.

riki couldn't help but find your shyness adorable, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he felt you pulling him closer. how the hell could someone look so incredibly sexy but act so cute he wanted to wrap you in a blanket? it was so strangely you.

he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, "don't thank me, i should be the one thanking your father for hitting it raw that night," he murmured, his voice laced with playfulness yet low and heavy with desire. his hands gripped your hips tighter, his thumbs gently caressing the skin above your panties, his body pressing closer to yours, his erection now prominent against your stomach.

your eyes bulged at his little joke, a surprised laugh escaping your lips. you gave him a look, landing yet another smack, this time one on his shoulder.

"fuck, riki, don't ruin the moment. you're such a dork." you murmured both in annoyance and affection. however, as much irritation riki could bring you, he could bring you just as much excitement, if not more.

riki let out a slight, playful wince at the smack on his arm, but he smirked nonetheless. it was almost adorable how he knew you were annoyed but he also knew you were enjoying this.

"your dork," he retorted, his voice now lower and heavier, "and this dork is literally going to devour you." feeling your body pressed against his, the soft material of your bra and lacy panties on his skin, the sight of you looking so hot in the sexy lingerie... he ached.

your lips parted at his promise. your cheeks felt red hot, heart racing as you reached for the buttons of his shirt. never once looking away from his eyes, you remained silent, unfastening them one by one.

“do it, then.” you whispered, your voice laced with arousal, excitement and just the right amount of flirtatious challenge.

your fingers working on the buttons of his shirt made it hard for him to focus, your gazes locked in a silent challenge. finally, he shrugged off the shirt, leaving him shirtless in just his trousers. he smirked at your words, a flicker of desire igniting in his eyes. leaning in, he let his body press against yours, his hands moving to grip your waist. 

"gladly."

he picked you up and carried you to the bed, throwing you onto the fluffy white sheets, all while his eyes never left you. he watched as you slightly bounced back against the bed, the sight making him lick his lips.

riki climbed onto the bed, kneeling and sitting back on his ankles by the foot of the bed. for a moment, he took the time to silently admire the sight of you laid before him, your hair sprawled over the pillow, cheeks flushed, lips parted in anticipation. and that fucking white lingerie he had to force himself not to rip off of you.

he slowly crawled forward, his dexterous hands taking off your heels with ease. he tossed them aside and moved forward to peel the thin stockings off your legs, biting back a groan as more of your smooth, fragrant skin revealed itself.

riki leaned over, beginning to pepper soft, wet kisses all the way from the tip of your legs all the way to your ankles, as if he wanted to cover you in his affection. suddenly, his actions halted, making you let out a curious, disappointed hum.

your confusion defused when you felt something cool wrap around your ankle. you sat up with a jerk to be met with the sight of a delicate anklet adorned with small diamonds wrapped around your ankle so perfectly, as if it was made just for you. “riki, oh my god.. is that- is that for me?"

riki's face broke out into a satisfied smile at your gasped reaction. your wide-eyed look and the way your head jerked up to look at him so quickly was adorable and priceless.

"yeah," he replied, gently grabbing your ankle and pulling it toward him, "for valentine's day." one of his fingers gently traced the edge of the anklet, his gaze fixed on you, watching your reaction. he wanted to see you happy and he was damn proud of his choice.

your chest heaved in overwhelm, the diamonds twinkling under the warm lighting of the bedroom so bright— like a string of little stars. “i-it’s beautiful..” you managed to whisper out, unable to stop staring at the jewelry appreciatively.

you tilted your head up at riki, looking into his eyes to mumble with emotions of pure genuineness and love. "i-.. i love it. thank you so much." with an edge of worry forming in your voice, you added, “it looks expensive, though."

riki's gaze softened at your reaction, his heart swelling with affection at your awe. the sight of you being so visibly happy because of a gift he gave you made him proud, and he couldn't help but smile wider.

"i'm glad you like it." he replied, his hand still gently tracing the edges of the pretty jewelry. "and don't worry about the price." he pulled your foot closer, gently lifting it up to place a soft kiss on your ankle, where the anklet was.

"you're worth it."

you scoffed gently at his romantic words, your feigned indifference doing little to mask how special and loved he was making you feel. “you’re insane.” you teased, but your voice was more warm and affectionate if anything.

riki chuckled at your scoff, knowing that it was just a playful front. your small, shy smile was all the confirmation he needed that you were secretly enjoying this. "maybe i am insane," he agreed, his gaze turning just a little darker, "insane for you."

he pulled your foot closer to his lips again, placing another kiss, this time higher up on your calf, his gaze never leaving you. the raw, evident passion in his eyes got you clenching onto the bed sheets below. you looked back into his eyes, your breathing growing heavy.

each kiss felt deliberate, slow and steady, moving higher and higher up your leg. riki watched as you reacted, his gaze focused and hungry. he was taking his time, making sure he didn't miss any part of your skin, wanting to cherish every second.

it was like he was a man possessed, consumed by the need to touch and worship every inch of you. as he moved up towards your thighs, riki noticed your breathing hitch and your cheeks flush. it only served to intensify his desire further.

"you're my angel," he murmured against your skin, his touch now firmer, more possessive, as he continued up your thigh, getting higher and higher. he shifted between your legs, his hands moving to grip your hips. he pressed his body against yours, his lips now peppering kisses along the smooth skin of your stomach, his gaze burning through you once again.

your stomach flinched at the ticklish, wet sensation of his kisses. unable to remain silent for any longer, your lips parted to allow a soft sound between a whine and whimper to pass through. 

“riki..” you whispered, thoughts of him being quite literally the only thing you could think of. you gently grabbed onto his hair, rubbing your thighs together in arousal.

riki groaned at the sound of you whimpering his name, the sound sending a wave of arousal through his body. your hand in his hair only heightened the situation and he gripped your hip even tighter, his fingers no longer tentative and delicate like before. 

he made his way up to your chest, his lips brushing over the mounds of your breasts and cleavage unconcealed by the skimpy bra, teasing and tantalizingly. 

he looked up, his gaze locked onto yours, "you're so goddamn beautiful" he murmured against your skin, his voice deep and rough with want. his fingers snuck a trail from your ribs to your back, quick to find the hook of your bra.

he deftly unbuttoned the hook of your bra, his lips still working on your skin. as he pulled away the material, it fell to the bed and he was left stunned at the sight. 

your name escaped his lips almost reverently before he buried his face between your breasts, kissing and nuzzling them softly. he captured one of your breasts in his hot mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. his large hands raised to knead the other, pinching and rolling the hardening peak between his fingers.

your back arched, another soft moan leaving your mouth and your grip on his hair tightening. you could nearly feel the arousal drip out of you and dampen your panties as riki stimulated your chest.

riki groaned, feeling your body respond to his ministrations, your noises going straight to his groin. your hands wrapped in his hair felt so good and the sight of you arching your back and bucking against him almost made him lose control.

he pulled back, admiring the trail of his saliva and faint red marks decorating the skin of your chest and collarbone. his hands trailed all the way from your rib cage down to your hips possessively, stopping at your thighs. he yanked them closer gently but with enough force to assert his dominance, wrapping them around his waist.

his eyes locked into yours, his hips suddenly jerking forward to grind into your pussy, finally giving you the stimulation you were growing so desperate for. he groaned, his erection throbbing in his slacks.

the friction caused by his crotch rubbing against your aroused pussy gave you more pleasure than you’d expected, given how sensitive and impatient you’d grown over his relentless teasing. you clung onto riki’s shoulder, whimpering out his name with sheer need. almost as a reflex, your fingers sneakily began fiddling with the buckle of his belt. “please..”

riki let out a low, humorless chuckle, his own breath coming in ragged pants. seeing you whimper and desperately tug at his belt was so sexy. with similar impatience, he took matters into his own hands and nearly yanked the belt off of his pants.

not missing a beat, his fingers undid the button zipper of his pants, his slender fingers moving almost hypnotically. he laid back momentarily to kick his pants off, his painfully large bulge coming into view.

your hands moved to touch him through the fabric, your touch making him suck in a sharp breath. "so impatient," he murmured, his voice low and raspy with desire, his eyes watching you all the while.

however, before you could take things further, riki grabbed your wrists gently but firmly, pinning them above your head with one hand. with his free hand, he brushed your hair away from your face, his thumb tracing your lower lip.

hypocritically, riki was just as impatient when he reached for the waistband of your panties, tugging them down on excruciatingly slow motions. you'd gotten so wet that your pussy clung to the peeling fabric, and the evident musky scent of it caused riki to groan. fuck. he really wasn't going to last any longer.

when the cold air of the room finally met your sensitive skin, you tipped your head back and let out a small sigh. your fingers itched greedily to touch riki and feel his skin, but the grip he held them down with was undeniably strong.

“riki..” you whined his name in an impatient plea, your folds visibly flinching as you clenched around nothing out of desire to be filled.

"shh." riki hushed you, his voice no longer gentle or sweet. it was huskier, rougher than usual. he had lost his patience as well and he seemed more than eager to finish wasting time here and get right to the main event, his eyes roaming all over your body, taking you in in your entirety.

he released your wrists from his grip and moved to kneel between your legs. his fingers trembled with sheer anticipation as they reached for the waistband of his boxers. he pulled them off haphazardly, his thick erection springing out and bouncing off of his abs.

he hissed, wrapping one of his hands around his girth, the other settling down beside your head. he slowly stroked himself, causing precum to ooze out of its mauvish tip. he leaned forward, smearing its fluid onto your pulsating slit. he let out a sharp grunt, using up every fibre in his body to not slam into you right there.

at the feeling of his tip teasing your entrance, you threw your head back and whimpered. the night had been long and teasing enough, and the way riki was still giving you stimulation just short of actual pleasure drove you crazy. in a good way, of course.

just as you opened your mouth to complain, riki thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you with one powerful stroke. a loud groan escaped him at the sudden, tight heat engulfing his length. you let out a sharp gasp, followed by a shuddering moan at the feeling of his penetration. your lips stretched from the thickness of his cock, you insides clenching around him.

he grunted with pleasure as your pussy clamped down around him, increasing his pace. one hand supported some of his weight beside your head, while the other slid up to palm your breast, fondling them firmly. his hips slammed against yours with each powerful thrust, causing the bed to creak beneath you both. “fuck- baby..”

your lips were parted, eyes rolling to the back of your head as riki pounds into you, back arched from his fondling. your hands found his muscular back, nails desperately clawing at his pale skin from need to hold onto something.

“s-shit, oh my god..” you whispered, the sound of skin against skin, the bed frame creaking, his grunts and your moans so incredibly lewd that it further stirred you on.

he watched your body contort beneath him, your tits bouncing with each thrust. "damn," he hissed, lifting your legs over his shoulders to get deeper inside you. the new angle caused you to cry out sharply, your pussy pulsing around him like a damn vice. "shit,"

the position allowed riki to reach spots so deep inside you, essentially draining you of any coherent thought. you were reduced to a moaning mess, desperately clinging onto his back. the sight of his abs clenching with each thrust, combined with the slight sweat beginning to glisten on his body nearly made you cum right there.

he let out a feral growl, his thrusts growing even more erratic and deep. he leaned in, his mouth finding yours in a messy, desperate kiss. he swallowed every moan you let out, his tongue entering your mouth and entangling with yours in uncoordinated yet pleasurable motions.

you kissed him back enthusiastically, but nearly lost yourself in the pleasure he was bringing you. he hit your sweet spot multiple times with just enough force, causing you to whimper into his mouth incredibly loudly.

a faint knot began to form in the pit of your stomach, making your insides shudder around him like crazy. you broke the kiss with a small gasp, your expression utterly blissed. "fuck, baby..." he whispered roughly, his hot breath fanning against your lips as he felt how your pussy was pulsating around him. 

"are you close?" his hand moved between your legs, finding your swollen clit and applying just the right pressure, slowing his pace slightly but hitting that exact spot with each thrust now. ground his hips against yours, rotating in a delicious circle that rubbed his shaft firmly against your g-spot.

the combination of him pleasuring your clit and his strokes so incredibly deep and reaching all the right spots had your legs shaking. you couldn’t possibly formulate a single thought, let alone verbally answer. you simply nodded, the increasing volume of your moans making your approaching orgasm evident.

he grunted, and continued to thrust into you as his hands traveled to find yours. he interlocked them together, pinning them to the sides of your head to properly look into your eyes. his own orgasm builded rapidly.

“riki, oh my god, i’m gonna..” you suddenly spoke out in a warning tone, your eyebrows furrowing and lips parting to gasp. you looked into his eyes, moaning uncontrollably, when your pussy suddenly clamped around his dick.

your orgasm crashed you like a truck, and with a loud moan, your pussy spasmed and came onto his cock. riki grunted, the look of pleasure on your face as he fucked you through your release pushing him over his edge as well. with a final powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his hot cum.

you let out a shaky exhale, your chest heaving and legs trembling as you experienced the utter exhilaration he had brought you. you panted heavily, face completely flushed and eyes growing half lidded as they bore into riki’s pair right above you. he looked at you in awe.

he watched you come down from your intense high, just as he did so himself. his cock still twitched inside you, sending little aftershocks of pleasure through your sensitive body. he slowly pulled out, leaving your hole gaping from the stretch and oozing of his cum.

his breath was heavy against your face, your gazes still locked as if looking away would break his heart. "you’re so good for me..." he whispered huskily before planting a soft, gentle kiss on your lips. you kissed him back almost immediately, bringing your hands to gently cup his cheeks. you broke the kiss to flash a lazy, satisfied smile, your breathing now back at a normal pace.

“i love you.” you whispered tenderly, your face quite literally glowing with afterglow in such a way that made riki’s heart clench in pride.

riki took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips to plant a soft kiss on the back of your hand. he looked at you with a soft gaze, admiring how beautiful you looked in this moment. his free hand went to brush away the strand of hair that had clung to your forehead, a gesture so tender and affectionate it almost made your heart ache.

in a hushed tone, he replied, “i love you, too. more than you’ll ever know.” he collapsed onto the bed beside you and brought an arm around you to pull you to lay on your side, your back flush against his chest, his other arm wrapped snugly around your waist.

“happy valentine’s day, angel.”

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[enhani-ki]

thank you @bloomiize 😚

Nishimura Riki as your boyfriend and remembering some of your first times with him.

warnings: smut, nsfw, ni-ki's slightly sadistic, mentions of dying, cursing, etc.

♱ boyfriend!ni-ki likes to annoy the shit out of you and will not say sorry at all unless you get so angry or really about to cry.

♱ boyfriend!ni-ki who's not a fan of pda but will rest a hand on your nape or hold your wrist instead of your hand. it might seem possessive outside but he's just a sweet boy who likes keeping you close.

♱ boyfriend!ni-ki isn't one to get sick often but when he did, you saw how it hit him hard, insisting he was fine even though his messages gets more dramatic by the hour.

ni-ki: i'll rest so i can see my girlfriend right away.

you: yes, do that.

ni-ki: then she can kiss me again.

ni-ki: baby, i think i'm dying.

you'll sigh, shake your head as you read his texts. then he will send you a picture of his thermometer reading 39°C with a caption:

you might as well say your goodbyes.

♱ boyfriend!ni-ki loves to help you give him handjobs.

the first time it happened is when you and ni-ki were cuddling peacefully, his feverish body was warming both of you.

you felt his shaft harden, pressing insistently on your ass, making cheeks heated as you became very aware of his body's conscious or unconscious reaction to being close to you.

and ni-ki who's oblivious, buried his face deeper into your shoulder with a low groan, mumbling "i don't want you to leave" with his drowsy voice, heavy with sleep but his crotch pressed harder, as if seeking more friction.

you turned to face him, your hand gently combed through his hair while clearing your throat softly. unsure of how to address his hardening length. "ni-ki..." you started hesitantly.

"hmm?" he replied with sluggish tone like he was on the verge of falling asleep but then, as if he finally caught on to your stiffened posture, his grip loosened immediately.

you remembered him sitting up a little. his flushed face brighter than before and not just entirely because of the fever that had been keeping him in bed for days.

"oh my God..."

"i didn't mean for that to happen-"

you bit your lip, unsure whether to laugh at the awkwardness or save him from further embarrassment. "it's... okay."

then your hands travelled from his hair down slowly to his back, fingertips were grazing the dips of his spine as it drifted lower, ghosting over the curve of his ass before wrapping around his stiff length and giving it experimental strokes.

ni-ki gasped, mouth opening and his eyes were fluttering shut, breathing "ahh, shit." while arching into your touch. you continued to pump his shaft, it's twitching while you smear the drops of precum to ease the glide.

he was so hard for you already that it made your own arousal surge. you can feel your pussy throbbing in response.

slowly, ni-ki leaned, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss and he tasted like sleep, medicine, but underneath that, fuck... he was all male heat.

a moan vibrated in his throat as you worked on his cock, his hips were rocking into the tight circle of your fist and you swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss while your free hand roamed the lean muscles of his chest.

ni-ki's hand wrapped around yours, helping you stroke his dick faster. you both looked down at where you were connected, watching his hard dick into your joined fists over and over again.

melting under your touch, ni-ki's hand started fondling the soft fat of your tits, completely at your mercy as you brought him closer to the edge then your eyes met, heavy-lidded and full with lust, he crashed his mouth to yours again.

it's sloppy, all tongue, teeth, and desperation.

ni-ki's breaths grew ragged, his fingers moved and dug into your shoulders and with a firm squeeze to the head of his cock, it urged him over.

he came with a broken cry of your name. cum spurted over your hands, fingers. painting his stomach, your knuckles, and the bed.

"i love you so much."

♱ boyfriend!ni-ki who likes it when you asks him for anything whether it'll be something simple as helping you carry things or... something like asking him for head.

he will wrap his arms around you after and pull you into a tight hug, asking "it's good, right?"

"s-stop."

he will just laugh and rest his chin on your shoulder.

"god, this is so stupid."

"it's not, okay?" he will say firmly and look into your eyes. "i told you, you can ask me for anything. i mean it."

"we-well…" you'll try to change the subject by asking "do you wanna go downstairs and eat or something?"

"i just ate you."

♱ boyfriend!ni-ki who seems to lose control when it comes to eating and fingering your pussy. he loves your taste, the texture of your sensitive petals, the way you writhe and moan... it's utterly intoxicating. he becomes completely consumed by it and just can't stop pleasing you even after you already came.

your body spasms, your legs started shaking and quivering while your eyes were also already watering from the intensity of your climax that you just might black out from overstimulation, yet niki's unable to pull away from your slick folds.

his tongue continued to lap at your clit, fingering your hole that juices started gushing out the sensitive flesh and ni-ki's just groaning in delight, totally unbothered by your gasps and whimpers.

"ni-ki, wait..." you'll plead breathlessly, trying to push him back. "please..."

ni-ki also knows that you'll get mad at him after and that he might earn a slap on his pretty face but like a man on a mission, his objective right there is to make you cum over and over until you're a mewling mess and going down on you is the only way he knows how to achieve this feat.

ni-ki can feel your pulse against his tongue and it drives him wild. you've already orgasmed multiple times but he thinks you might just have more climaxes inside you and he won't rest until they're spent.

♱ boyfriend!ni-ki chuckles after hearing you blabber nonsensical words because of the mixture of pain and pleasure that you couldn't quite articulate while having sex with him for the first time.

he whispered "my poor baby" while peppering soft kisses to your cheeks which is a contrast to the powerful movements of his hips.

♱ boyfriend!ni-ki who always misses you already while you were just sleeping beside him. he tucks your hair behind your ear as he watches you breathe, pouting because he can't talk to you. he'll gently lifts your arms, wrapping them around himself before burying his face into your neck, sighing dramatically like he's suffering.

a/n: i'm back, this outline was inspired by a heesung fic i read here but i can't find it anymore T T

if you liked this, you can also try reading fuckboy!ni-ki x reader and fuckboy!ni-ki x reader part 2

read Nishimura Riki as your classmate

read part-timers!ni-ki x reader

read part-timers!ni-ki x reader part 2

read snitch - reader x ni-ki

read touché - ni-ki x reader

read touché - ni-ki x reader part 2

read exes - ni-ki x reader

[ukiyoriki]

BOYFRIEND & CHILL

╰ — when they wanna watch movies and chill with their gf 𓈒

TESTI — boyfriend enha get home from practice and all they want to do is cuddle and watch movies with their girlfriend 𓈒 was too lazy to do maknae line, sorry 𓈒 𓈒 엔하이픈 +x fem!reader . skinship , cuddling , kissing , petnames , && lots of fluff 𓈒 (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝)

HEESEUNG ──── practice? rougher than usual, but he wasn’t thinking about that right now. all that was on his mind was arriving home to his beloved girlfriend, you. on the porch, heeseung fumbled with his keys, unlocking the door quickly. he was met with the sight of you reading a book while sprawled out on the sofa. he smiled and walked over to you, slamming the door with a soft thud. you look up from your book and greet him with a warm smile, standing up. he walls over to you, taking off his jacket and immediately pulling you into a tight hug. “baby, i missed you so much..” he whispers as he nuzzles his head into your hair, inhaling your scent with a soft sigh. “i missed you too, how was work?” you ask, but his mind seems to be somewhere else as he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom “it was fine..” he murmurs in your ear, making you blush slightly. “wanna watch ocean waves?” he asks, laying you down before rolling you over and getting in himself. he wraps his arm around your waist, waiting for your response. you smile and reply, “of course i do..” he chuckles, reaching for the remote. “besides, i knew you’d make me watch it again for the 10th time even if i said no.”

JAY ──── practice was tiring, much expected, but it wore him out significantly. you were scrolling on the new phone jay had recently bought you when the door opened with a soft click. “how’s my favorite princess doing?” he asks, his voice echoing throughout the large room. you look up and smile, standing up. “i’m good, now that your here.” you give him a quick kiss on the cheek before he takes off his designer coat. “how was practice?” you ask, heading to the kitchen. “it was okay, nothing out of the ordinary..” he says back, following you. as you grab a stray tupperware and place it back in the drawer, his arms wrap around your waist. “wanna watch titanic..?” he asks you politely, burying his head into the soft crook of your neck. you smile and say, “that’s the fourth time this week just watching the movie for the straight four hours.. but how could i say no to you?” you step away from the counter and jay doesn’t hesitate to carry you bridal style, careful as to not grip you to hard as he carries you up. “i can walk, jongseong.” you say, sighing into his chest. “yes, and?” .

JAKE ──── although under the weather, it didn’t stop him from craving the urge to cuddle with you in bed. opening the door, he doesn’t see you in the living room, so he tosses his bag and hat onto the sofa before running up the stairs, his footsteps making an echo in the lavish penthouse. he bursts into your room, making you turn your gaze away from the tv. “hey, baby..” he pants out, jogging over to you. you smile at the sight of him out of breath and ask, shifting to the edge of the bed, “why’re you so excited to see me?” he pouts and answers, “give me a good reason as to why i shouldn’t be happy to see my lovely girlfriend.” you sigh and don’t say anything, unable to think of something. “that’s what i thought.” he snickers, getting under the sheets with you, grabbing the remote from the side table. “we’re rewatching the harry potter movies from start to final. no excuses, you’ve already showered, did the laundry, and had dinner.” you smile and say, “hey, i was actually planning to say yes this time!!” jake rolls his eyes and says, “pftt— yeah right..”

SUNGHOON ──── lion king. it was his favorite movie to watch with you on nights when life was rough. so today, when he pullrd through the driveway, he knew he wanted to just sit in bed with you and watch it. you were in the kitchen, putting some plates in the dishwasher when the front door opened, revealing none other than your beloved boyfriend, sunghoon. “hey hoon, why the sad face?” you ask, washing your hands before drying them with a towel. “nothing, just practice.” he says in response, taking off his hat and jacket. you walk over to him and give him a warm hug? making him smile. in unison you two say, “wanna watch lion king?” shocked by the coincidence, you two pull away before laughing together. “great minds think alike i guess..” he murmurs, smiling softly as his lips meet yours. then, you two head upstairs, giggling like two idiots in love.

150225 — ukiyoriki

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[sunghoon-cam]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝓷𝓲-𝓴𝓲 𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ! ⋆˚࿔

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ eyes on me

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ one less lonely girl

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ my project partner

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ mornings with riki

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ selfish

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ to weave my love

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ look at me

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ missed you baby

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ sticky

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ aishteru

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ the same heart

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ late night

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ birthday boy

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ busy woman [part one] [part two]

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ touch

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ you’re no good for me but baby i want you

sorry if its a small amount but its my first time doing something like this, lmk what i should improve! 🫶 (idk how to make dividers)

[hoonquette]

these are the days, nishimura riki.

【 another night with your friendly neighborhood spider-man 】 fem ! r 𓈒 fluff college au spider-man!riki + 665wc ── incl. mentions of injuries unproofread writing.

it's been an entire month since you've gotten a full night's rest. granted, you should be used to it—college has definitely ruined your sleep schedule for the next four years—but you'd gotten at least three hours of sleep.

thanks to nishimura riki, your friendly neighborhood spider-man (more commonly known as your boyfriend), those three hours have been reduced to maybe one. since you've found out about his identity, you've spent most nights worrying about his wellbeing, other nights were spent patching him up and tending to his wounds.

tonight is one of those nights.

one of the nights where you rub ointment against his bruised and cut skin, a look of disapproval on your face. he's tried talking to you, but you didn't answer, not wanting to snap at him for being so.. impulsive.

when you're done, you sigh, closing up the first aid kit you'd bought after the second time he came through your window. he stares at you, his eyes apologetic and a small frown on his lips.

he had changed once you let him in, throwing off his mask, and changing into one of the pair of sweats he'd left here. he foregone a shirt—wanting you to see the bruise that'd no doubt be forming on his back after being slammed against a wall.

you nearly strangled him when he told you that.

you understand that this is his unofficial job, something that he enjoys, but it doesn't mean you have to like it. especially when he's not being as careful as you would like him to be.

"alright, fine." he starts, leaning back on your bed, "i'll stop going after the small guys."

"i'm not worried about the 'small guys', ki."

"car jackers can be dangerous. so can—" you interrupt, hitting him with a pillow. he rolls away and lets out a surprised yelp. from the edge of the bed, "you shouldn't hit your injured boyfriend."

"my boyfriend wouldn't be injured if he stopped being stupid."

"i'm a superhero; we're all stupid."

you glare at him and he relents, holding his hands up in surrender. "okay, i'll be more mindful of how hard i'm being hit from now on. good?"

"not good," you crawl over to him, laying next to his body, "but fine. just stop coming over when you look like you're about to pass out. go to an actual hospital."

he rolls over again, this time so that he's hovering above you. suddenly, it feels like you're the one with the concussion—no matter how long you're with him, you don't think you'll ever get used to the close proximity riki seems to crave—and you look away.

you can see him smile out of your peripheral, biting his lip to keep from laughing. "hey, look at me."

you debate not listening to him, but you know he won't speak again until you do, so you (hesitantly) look at him.

riki's smile brightens and he places a kiss on your nose, then on your cheek, forehead, and finally your lips. the kiss lasts for a fleeting moment, but it melts you all the same.

"i wanna be with you, though." he kisses you again, "want your face to be the last thing i see before i faint from exhaustion."

you can't help the giggles that escape, turning your head away from him and covering his mouth with your hand. "stop—don't say that."

"it's true." he pulls your hand from his mouth, but not before kissing it. "plus, i can't go to a hospital, dork."

"okay, okay, whatever. new rule: be better than the other superheros. be smart."

"that gave me chills. you should be a motivational speaker."

you shove him off of you, telling him yo be serious as you do so, and your boyfriend lets out a dramatic scream of so-called pain. when he's done with his mini-monologue about how mean of a girlfriend you are, he caresses your cheek.

"i'll be smarter, though, make you worry you less. promise."

ADRiANNA 🦷 hai :3 i needed a spiderman!riki fic in order to heal from Well idk most things

[xzinbdg]

boyfriend jake texts 2 𓂃۶ৎ

pairing: jake x reader

warning: slightly suggestive bcs jake is a FREAK!

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[jebi-won]

HIT TWEET !

eleven. reasonable crashout

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SYNOPSIS. bored out of your mind you decided to post a thread rating your exes. what you didn't expect was for it to become a hit tweet and your exes reaching out to you, specifically nishimura riki.

A/N. so you guys finally know the backstory between lynn and y/n. now niki looks even more like a douchebag which is okay. his humiliation ritual will come sooner then you think it will. also happy valentine’s day!!

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[morganaawriterr]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Valentine's Day with Ni-ki;

Pairing; fem!reader X best friend!Ni-ki Synopsis; Just when you're about to leave the house to have a date with Heeseung, your best friend Ni-ki shows up at your door with a sweet confession to make; Genre; best friends to lovers; fluff; Words; 1k Warning; None is just cute asf lol; MASTERLIST;

A/N: I wanted to post something for valentine's day so bad but I don't really like this :( I hope you guys do! As usual likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you so much <3 Happy Valentine to all the girlies and boys in a relationship, to us, singles... well... lets be delulu for a little.

“Ni-ki? What are you doing here?” you question, confused, as soon as you open your heavy front door. Your curious eyes scan your best friend’s face as you gently hold the door open.

“Don’t go…” Ki responds, his beautiful brown eyes locked on yours.

Today is Valentine’s Day, and you have a date with a nice guy named Heeseung, who happens to be one of Ni-ki’s friends. You haven’t talked to Heeseung much, but he showed interest in you, and you decided to give him a chance. He seemed hesitant at first, but then firmly assured you that he wanted to go out with you today, so you got all dolled up just for him.

“What are you talking about, Ki?” you ask, starting to feel irritated by his strange timing. Ni-ki stands tall in front of you, his hands hidden behind his back. You raise an eyebrow and try to peek behind him, but he catches you just in time and steps back to avoid it.

“I’m talking about your date with Heeseung,” Riki repeats, his hands starting to sweat. “Don’t go on that stupid date with him.”

The truth is, he’s been in love with you ever since he met you. Ni-ki realized he wanted you long ago, way before you met Heeseung, but only now, with Heeseung making a move on you, did he find the courage to confess. His heart ached at the thought of you kissing Heeseung after getting all pretty for him.

Riki tries to read your expression, his eyes scanning your perplexed face, then trailing down your figure. You’re wearing an adorable pink floral sundress that isn’t too tight but still hugs your body in all the right places. Your long chocolate-brown hair is carefully straightened, and you’re wearing his favorite perfume.

Feeling his intense gaze, you speak up. “Why would I do that, hm?”

Ni-ki knows you’re starting to get irritated—the stern look in your eyes gives it away easily.

“Because…” Ni-ki starts, but it feels like someone is squeezing his throat, making it hard to breathe. “Because I’m finally here,” he whispers, his eyes locked on yours, hoping you’ll understand what his half-words can’t fully express.

You feel your cheeks heat up, unable to hide your reaction to his words. You’ve liked Riki for as long as you can remember but never really understood your feelings until you started growing up. His cool persona and great fashion sense made him incredibly attractive. But after getting to know him even better, you fell harder. He was more than just cool and well-dressed. He was kind, well-mannered, and made you laugh until your cheeks hurt. And turns out that was the way to your heart.

You never told him how you felt because you never thought he would like you back. After all, he was popular and had many girls chasing after him. That’s why you agreed to go out with Heeseung. Maybe he could distract you from the one-sided love you had for your best friend.

“What are you talking about, Riki…” you whisper, your heart racing at the thought that he might actually like you back. Your eyes shift from his to the floor, too nervous to face him.

“Fuck, Y/N, I like you, okay? I always have. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you,” Ni-ki finally confesses, his ears turning red and his hands trembling slightly as he reveals what he is holding behind his back.

You can’t hide the immense smile that grows on your lips at his words, and when you see the beautiful bouquet of red roses in his hands, you can’t hold back anymore. Happy tears fill your eyes as you reach forward, wrapping your arms around Ni-ki’s neck, your head tucked against him. Your best friend immediately pulls you close, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his heart finally calming down as he feels your familiar embrace.

“Does this mean you like me back?” he jokes when you pull away to look up at him, your big puppy eyes staring into his. Ni-ki’s hand cups your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

You smile brightly at him. “Of course I do, dumbass,” you giggle, completely lost in the new softness in Riki’s eyes. “Wait, but Heeseung doesn’t deserve this… I can’t just cancel on him,” you say, biting your lip as guilt creeps in.

“Don’t worry, just tell him you changed your mind. He knew this would happen…” Ni-ki explains with a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Heeseung knew Ni-ki liked you, but Ni-ki denied it. Your best friend had assured Heeseung that you were single and that he didn’t like you, so Heeseung asked you out. Despite suspecting Riki’s feelings, Heeseung was genuinely interested in you and was surprised when you accepted his offer.

“Will you be my Valentine?” Ni-ki asks, love practically dripping from his eyes, his smile so genuine and cheerful that it makes your heart skip a beat.

“Yes, Ni-ki.”

As the words leave your mouth, Riki steps closer to you, his addictive scent surrounding you. His cold fingers gently lift your chin as he leans in. Your hands reach for his black hair, fingers playing with the strands at the nape of his neck.

His lips feel hesitant at first when they meet yours. Knowing him well, you can tell he’s probably nervous about taking this big step, so you kiss him back confidently, trying to reassure him that you’re more than okay with this. Tilting your head slightly, you silently ask for permission to deepen the kiss, and he lets you take the lead. As your lips mold together perfectly, he relaxes, smiling softly against your mouth, overwhelmed by joy. Your tongues move slowly, savoring each other like you’ve always wished to.

Out of breath, you pull away, a warm blush painting your cheeks. When Riki opens his eyes, he finds you already staring at him, looking prettier than ever with your lips swollen and red from his kiss. Smiling, he gently takes your hand and leads you to his car, ready to drive you to your favorite restaurant and spend a perfect evening with you—just like you deserve.

Little did he know, this was already more than enough. All you really wanted on this Valentine’s Day was his warm lips on yours, finally claiming you as his.

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[luvashli]

ESCAPISM PT.2

SYNOPSIS -> After a night with Ni-ki, Y/N returns to her toxic relationship with Heeseung. But what happens when Heeseung finds out about Ni-ki?

PAIRING -> non!idol!ni-ki x fem!reader x non!idol!ex!heeseung (heeseung is very toxic)

GENRE -> oneshot, romance, drama, angst, suggestive, emotional, mature, toxic love, love triangle

STARTED -> 2/14/2025

STATUS -> complete

WC -> 4k

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click here for part 3

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The first time Heeseung calls, you ignore it.

The second time, you stare at the screen, fingers hovering over the answer button before letting it ring out again.

The third time, he sends a message.

"Please. Just talk to me."

And that’s how you end up here—sitting across from him in the dimly lit corner of a restaurant, the air between you thick with unspoken words.

He looks the same. Maybe a little more tired, maybe a little more hollow. But he’s still him. The man you once loved, the man who once broke you.

"I know I messed up," he says quietly, fingers gripping the edge of the table. "I shouldn’t have let you go."

You exhale, forcing yourself to stay composed. "Then why did you?"

His throat bobs. "Because I was scared. Because I didn’t know how to love you the way you needed me to." His eyes meet yours, raw and pleading. "But I do now. And I don’t want to lose you again."

Something inside you clenches.

You should walk away.

You know you should walk away.

But instead, you whisper— "What if it’s too late?"

"It’s not," he murmurs. "Not if you let me fix it."

You don’t say anything. But you don’t pull away, either.

It happens later that night.

You’re standing in his apartment, the familiar scent of him wrapping around you like a memory you thought you’d buried.

Heeseung stands close—too close. His fingers trace up your arm, slow and deliberate, testing the waters.

“We can be happy again," he whispers against your skin, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You shudder. "Heeseung—"

"Shh." His hands slide to your waist, pulling you closer. "Just let me show you."

Heeseung kisses you like he’s trying to erase the past.

Like he can undo the nights you spent without him, the cold emptiness of your bed, the arms that weren’t his wrapped around you.

And you let him.

Because maybe if you let him touch you, hold you, have you, things will fall back into place. Maybe if you just let him love you like this, everything that was broken will mend itself.

His hands are familiar, tracing the same paths they once knew—along the curve of your waist, the slope of your back, the soft skin of your thigh. He moves slowly, as if savoring the feeling, as if memorizing you all over again.

"You’re so beautiful," he breathes against your lips, voice rough with longing. "I missed you."

Your chest tightens.

Because you want to believe him.

You want to believe that this isn’t just about holding onto what’s slipping away.

But his grip on you is desperate, needy. The way he pulls you onto his lap, fingers pressing into your skin, is laced with something heavier than just desire.

It’s possession.

It’s fear.

"Tell me you’re mine," he whispers, lips trailing down your jaw, leaving heat in their wake. "Tell me you’re not going anywhere."

You hesitate. But then his fingers slide under your shirt, his touch burning, his mouth moving lower—and suddenly, it’s easier to give in.

"I’m yours."

The words slip past your lips, barely above a whisper.

And when he groans softly, tightening his hold on you, you convince yourself that this is love.

That this is how you fix things.

That this is enough.

Even if a part of you knows it’s a lie.

---

The morning after, you wake up tangled in Heeseung’s sheets, his arm heavy around your waist.

For a moment, everything feels right. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the way his fingers absentmindedly trace circles on your skin.

"Morning," he murmurs sleepily, voice rough with sleep.

You turn your head, meeting his gaze. His brown eyes are soft, filled with something that looks like love.

And you let yourself believe it.

"Morning."

---

The first few weeks pass in a blur of soft touches, late-night talks, and sweet apologies.

Heeseung is different now—attentive, loving, careful with his words. He asks about your day, surprises you with flowers, pulls you into his arms like he never wants to let go.

You tell yourself this is how love is supposed to feel.

You tell yourself you’re happy.

But then, the cracks start to show.

---

It’s little things at first.

The way his grip tightens just a little too much when you mention going out with friends.

The way his mood shifts when you don’t answer his calls right away.

"I just don’t want to lose you again," he says, forcing a smile when he catches himself. "You understand, right?"

And you nod. Because you do.

Because this time will be different.

But then one night, you’re getting ready to meet up with some friends—just a small gathering, nothing crazy. You’re slipping into a dress when Heeseung leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.

"You’re going out?"

You hesitate. "Yeah. Just for a little bit."

His jaw tightens. "Do you really need to?"

You pause. The air between you shifts.

"Heeseung, it’s just—"

"I just think," he cuts in smoothly, stepping closer, "we haven’t had much time together lately. Don’t you think you should stay?"

His fingers brush your arm, featherlight. His gaze is soft, pleading.

"For me?"

You swallow. The answer should be no.

But you think about the way he held you last night, the way he whispered that he loved you against your skin.

So instead, you nod.

"Okay."

And just like that, you cancel your plans.

---

Your friends stop calling as much.

Your world starts to shrink, revolving around only him.

And deep down, something in you aches.

Because this isn’t what happiness should feel like.

Because love shouldn’t feel like a leash.

But then Heeseung pulls you into his arms, kisses your forehead, and whispers, "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

And you let yourself believe that this is enough.

That this is love.

Even if it’s breaking you.

---

The evening air outside is cool, but inside your apartment, the tension between you and Heeseung is thick, suffocating. You stand by the window, arms crossed over your chest, eyes trained on the glowing city below.

Heeseung’s voice breaks the silence.

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult?” he asks, frustration lacing his tone. He stands near the door, adjusting his jacket, clearly ready to head out.

Your eyes narrow slightly, your patience wearing thin. “I’m not making anything difficult. You’re just going out with your friends, right?”

“Yeah, but that’s not the point.” Heeseung turns to face you, his face soft but still laced with annoyance. “You know I don’t like you going out without me. You always say you’re fine with it, but I can see how it affects you.”

Your heart drops. You can feel it, the weight of his words, as if he's saying them to make you doubt yourself. But why is he still so controlling? Your own voice sounds small in your chest when you speak, “I told you I’m fine, Heeseung. I don’t see why I can’t go out too.”

Heeseung takes a step toward you, his hand reaching out to lightly graze your arm. “I don’t trust these people you hang around with, Y/N. You know I care about you, and it’s because of that, I don’t want you out there alone. It’s dangerous.” His voice softens at the end, like he's being caring, protective, but you recognize the manipulation beneath his words. The way he always tries to frame his possessiveness as care.

“You think I can’t take care of myself?” you ask, your voice trembling with barely contained frustration. You turn to face him now, standing tall, but inside you're fighting the urge to cave in to his controlling ways. “You always treat me like I’m fragile, like I need your permission for everything.”

Heeseung steps closer, almost too close, and his eyes soften. “I’m just looking out for you. Don’t you get it? I don’t want anyone else getting in your head. You’re mine, Y/N. And I know you understand that. Why can’t you just trust me?”

You feel a sickening twist in your stomach. Why can’t you just trust him? It’s the same argument he’s always used, and for some reason, in this moment, it makes your chest feel tight.

He sees the hesitation in your eyes. “You’ve never had a problem with it before. You trust me, right?”

And there it is, the subtle insinuation—that if you truly loved him, you’d give in. That if you didn’t comply, it would mean you didn’t trust him, or worse, you didn’t care about him.

You hate it. You hate the way he makes you question yourself.

But despite everything, you find yourself nodding. “Fine. I’ll stay in,” you mutter, your voice quiet, surrendering to the weight of his words. You tell yourself it’s just for tonight. That it's no big deal. But deep down, you know this pattern will repeat itself. One night becomes two, then three.

Heeseung smiles, his hand reaching for yours. “Good. I’ll be back later, okay? We’ll do something together tomorrow.”

You nod mechanically, your heart sinking as he pulls you into a tight hug. You’ve given in again. You’ve allowed him to manipulate you with his promises of love and protection, just like he always does.

And yet, even as you feel his warmth around you, a part of you knows that you're losing yourself again. But for tonight, you push that thought aside.

You don’t have the energy to fight anymore.

When he leaves, the door clicks shut behind him, and you stand there in the silence, alone with the heaviness of what you’ve allowed to happen.

---

Your thoughts swirl, conflicting emotions rising to the surface. You want to be free of this. You want to stand up for yourself, for your own independence. But the fear, the guilt, and the years of manipulation cloud your mind.

With a sigh, you sit down on the couch. You don’t want to admit it to yourself, but you know—you’re still stuck in this cycle.

---

It starts with a casual conversation.

Heeseung and Ni-ki sit in a dimly lit lounge, drinks in hand, unwinding from the weight of the week. It’s routine, something they do when schedules align. The music hums low, people talk in murmurs around them, and Heeseung doesn’t think much of it—until Ni-ki starts talking.

"Met this girl a while back," Ni-ki says, swirling his drink. "Shit was crazy."

Heeseung barely reacts, bringing his whiskey to his lips.

"She was all dressed up, drinking like she was running from something."

A pause.

"Kept saying she didn’t wanna feel anything."

Something sharp scrapes the back of Heeseung’s mind.

"Took her to my hotel after. Best damn night I’ve had in a while."

Crack.

The ice in Heeseung’s glass splits. His fingers tighten around it, jaw clenching.

No. It’s a coincidence. Just some random girl.

But then Ni-ki keeps talking.

"She had this way of looking at me—like she was trying to forget someone else." Ni-ki chuckles, shaking his head. "Didn’t tell me much about him, though. Just that he fucked her up bad."

“She also had this cute flower tattoo on her back.“

Blood rushes in Heeseung’s ears.

His stomach drops, nausea curling at the edges of his mind.

Because it’s not just some random girl.

It’s you.

And suddenly, it’s like everything in him snaps.

The next thing Ni-ki knows, Heeseung is shoving back his chair, the legs scraping loudly against the floor. He stands so abruptly the drink nearly spills from his glass.

Ni-ki blinks. "What’s your problem?"

But Heeseung doesn’t answer.

He’s already storming out the door.

---

You barely have time to react when the pounding starts on your apartment door.

Not a knock. A demand.

Your stomach twists, a feeling of dread crawling up your spine.

You already know who it is before you even reach for the handle.

When you open the door, Heeseung is standing there, chest heaving, eyes dark with something unreadable.

"What the hell—"

But before you can finish, he steps inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

Your breath catches.

"Say it.“ His voice is dangerously low.

You frown. "Say what?"

He steps closer. You instinctively take a step back.

"Tell me Ni-ki is lying."

The air freezes.

Your pulse pounds in your ears, but you force yourself to keep your face blank.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

But the way Heeseung laughs—low, humorless—tells you he already knows.

"Don’t fucking lie to me, Y/N."

He’s close now, eyes locked onto yours, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. He looks at you like he’s trying to rip the truth out of you.

You swallow.

"Heeseung—"

"Did you fuck him?"

Silence.

And that’s all the confirmation he needs.

His jaw clenches, his hands curling into fists at his sides. You can see the way his shoulders rise, his whole body rigid with rage, betrayal, something deeper.

"You’re unbelievable." He lets out a harsh breath, shaking his head. "One fucking mistake, and you run off to my friend?"

Your thoughts come to a halt at the word friend.

Your own temper flares. "Are you serious? You ended things with me first, Heeseung!"

"That doesn’t mean you had to spread your legs for the first guy who gave you attention!"

The slap comes before you can stop it.

Sharp. Immediate. Deafening.

His face barely turns from the impact, but the moment it happens, everything changes.

His expression shifts. The anger is still there, but something else lurks beneath it now—hurt, disbelief, something breaking.

Your chest is heaving. So is his.

And that’s when the door swings open.

Ni-ki walks in, brows furrowed. "What the hell is going on—"

Ni-ki just sees a girl.

Sees Heeseung.

Sees the way your hand is still trembling from the slap. The way Heeseung’s entire body is coiled like a snake ready to strike.

Realization crashes over him like a tidal wave.

"You." Heeseung’s voice is venom.

Ni-ki barely has time to register what’s happening before Heeseung lunges.

Ni-ki doesn’t see the punch coming.

One second, he’s standing there, confused as hell, trying to piece together why Heeseung looks like he’s about to murder someone—

And the next, a fist collides with his jaw.

The impact is sharp, sending him stumbling back into the doorframe. Pain explodes across his face, shock flashing through him before it turns into something hot and violent.

"What the fuck?!" Ni-ki spits, touching his jaw, already throbbing.

But Heeseung isn’t done.

Before Ni-ki can fully recover, Heeseung is on him again.

Another swing—this time, Ni-ki blocks it. His arm jerks up on instinct, catching Heeseung’s fist before it can land another hit.

"What is your problem?!" Ni-ki snarls, shoving him back.

And that’s when he sees your face.

You’re standing there, frozen, your breathing shallow.

And suddenly, it clicks.

The girl from the club. The one he spent that unforgettable night with.

It was you.

Ni-ki’s stomach plummets.

"Holy shit." His breath comes out uneven, his mind spinning. "You—her—fuck."

But Heeseung doesn’t give him time to process.

"You knew." His voice is deadly. "You knew, and you still fucked her."

Ni-ki’s eyes snap back to him, something flashing in them. "Are you insane? I didn’t know shit!"

But Heeseung doesn’t care.

He lunges again, tackling Ni-ki to the floor.

Fists fly. Knuckles collide with skin.

It’s raw, unfiltered rage.

Heeseung lands another hit, his fist crashing against Ni-ki’s cheek, sending his head snapping to the side. But Ni-ki isn’t defenseless. He shoves Heeseung off, flipping them over, pinning him down with a hand fisted in his shirt.

"You’re a fucking psycho," Ni-ki growls.

Heeseung spits blood. "And you’re a backstabbing piece of shit."

Ni-ki loses it.

His fist slams into Heeseung’s ribs, making him grunt. Heeseung retaliates with a knee to Ni-ki’s stomach, forcing him back just enough to send another punch into his face.

You snap out of it.

“Stop!" Your voice cuts through the chaos.

Neither of them listen.

They’re tangled in hatred, betrayal, years of unspoken tension.

Blood smears across Heeseung’s lip, Ni-ki’s knuckles are raw, but neither of them let up.

Until you step between them.

Your hands shove against Heeseung’s chest. "Stop it, Heeseung!"

His breath is ragged.nHis eyes—wild.

Ni-ki wipes blood from his mouth, exhaling sharply. "You really think she’s just yours?" His voice is a taunt, reckless. "You let her slip away, and you’re mad at me? That’s on you."

Heeseung sees red.

He moves again, but you block him.

"Enough!" Your voice shakes.

Both of them freeze.

Chest heaving, hands trembling, you look between them.

The room is silent, except for your own breathing—shaky, uneven, raw.

Ni-ki wipes at the blood smeared on his mouth, his chest rising and falling with exhaustion. Heeseung is still seething, his fists clenched at his sides, his lip split from the fight.

But neither of them move.

Because your words cut deeper than any punch ever could.

"Enough." Your voice is breaking, but you refuse to let yourself crumble. Your hands tremble at your sides, fingers curling into fists. "I’m done."

Both men freeze.

Heeseung’s head snaps toward you first, his anger flickering into something smaller, afraid. "Done with what?"

You swallow hard. Everything in you aches.

"With you. With this. With pretending I don’t know how I feel."

Your throat tightens.

You see the exact moment Heeseung realizes what you mean.

The fire in his eyes dims, his whole body going rigid.

"No." His voice cracks. "Please, don’t do this."

But you’re already stepping back.

Already walking away.

Because you know if you stay, he’ll pull you right back into the cycle. And you’ll let him.

And it will destroy you all over again.

You reach the door.

Hand on the knob.

Almost free.

And then Ni-ki speaks.

"Tell me one thing."

You stop.

Slowly, you turn to look at him.

His face is unreadable.

But his eyes—they hold something fragile.

"Was I just an escape?" His voice is quiet. Careful.

A breath shudders from your lips.

Because you don’t know.

Because the answer is complicated.

Because your heart is still split between them.

You meet his gaze, voice barely above a whisper.

"I don’t know."

His jaw clenches.

But he nods.

He understands.

And you leave.

Alone.

Because for the first time, you need to figure out who you are without running into someone else’s arms.

---

The days blur together.

The weeks feel like an eternity, stretching out in front of you like a road with no end.

At first, you were unsure of what to do with yourself after walking away from both Heeseung and Ni-ki. The aftermath of the fight, the heartbreak, and the chaos—it all felt too much to process. But with time, things started to feel… quieter.

Not necessarily better.

But quieter.

You didn’t meet with Heeseung again. You didn’t seek Ni-ki out. The messages stopped, the calls stopped. And for the first time in a long time, you felt a strange relief at the absence.

---

You spent your days in the studio, your work taking on a new significance. The quiet hum of your surroundings, the soft click of your keyboard, the way the brush strokes felt on canvas—you immersed yourself in creation.

You had forgotten what it was like to feel the quiet satisfaction of focusing on yourself. The work didn’t ask for anything in return, didn’t demand attention or affection. It simply let you exist.

It took weeks before you were able to realize that you had stopped thinking about them.

At least, for the most part.

But no matter how far you push the memories of Heeseung and Ni-ki, they linger.

Heeseung—so sorry, so broken, so human.

Ni-ki—so sharp, so raw, so tempting.

Neither of them are easy to forget.

There were still moments—when the world felt too empty or when the nights got too long—but those moments were getting fewer. Slowly, you were rebuilding yourself, brick by brick, without the pressure of constantly wondering if Heeseung still cared, or if Ni-ki would ever text you again.

You found new hobbies, revisiting the old things you used to love—long-forgotten books that had collected dust on your shelf, forgotten music that once brought you peace. You ran for miles in the morning, feeling your heart beat in your chest and your lungs expand. You let your body feel strong in ways it hadn’t in so long.

You weren’t the same person you were when you were with them.

You began to realize that you had always been chasing validation. From Heeseung, from Ni-ki, from anyone who could fill the emptiness you felt inside. They were distractions, temporary escapes from the turmoil inside you. But now, you were learning to find peace within yourself.

And it wasn’t easy.

There were nights when you found yourself staring at the ceiling, the weight of the past pressing down on you. You could still feel Heeseung’s touch, the way he used to look at you with longing and possessiveness. Ni-ki, too—his smile, the intensity of his gaze, the way he made you feel wanted in ways that were both exhilarating and dangerous.

But you were beginning to recognize something you had buried deep down for too long.

You didn’t need them to feel whole.

You didn’t need anyone to complete you. You were learning that your worth wasn’t dependent on the validation of others.

---

One afternoon, you’re sitting at your favorite café, a book in front of you, the steam of your coffee rising into the air, when it happens.

The realization.

You see a couple sitting across from you, laughing and talking with ease. There’s no tension, no discomfort. Their hands are intertwined on the table, their smiles genuine, and it’s like something clicks inside your chest.

You realize you’ve been avoiding love—not just the love of others, but your own love for yourself.

You’ve been so caught up in chasing external validation that you forgot the most important thing: self-acceptance. You have to learn to love who you are before you can ever truly give love to someone else.

You smile softly to yourself, feeling a small but significant shift inside. The emptiness you’d been trying to fill isn’t gone, but it’s becoming something you can live with—something you can grow through rather than hide from.

---

Weeks later, you’re walking through the park, the sun dipping low in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything.

You breathe in deeply, the air crisp with the changing seasons. You’re alone, but for the first time, you don’t feel alone in the sense that you used to. There’s a quiet strength inside you now. A sense of peace that wasn’t there before.

You smile at a child who runs past you, their laughter ringing through the air. You smile at the elderly couple sitting on a bench, holding hands, completely at ease in each other’s company. And for the first time, you don’t envy them.

You understand now.

You are enough.

And that’s when you feel it—the tiniest seed of hope, deep inside. Maybe, someday, you’ll find love again. But it will be because you’ve learned how to love yourself first.

The world is yours now.

You are free.

And for the first time in a long time, you’re okay with that.

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Boyfriend Sunghoon headcanons﹔ -> 박성훈

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Sunghoon who is a hopeless romantic. Sunghoon isn’t the type to openly gush about romance, but his actions say otherwise. He remembers the smallest details,your favorite snack, the exact way you take your coffee, the way you fidget when you’re nervous. He doesn’t make a big show of it, but suddenly, your favorite chocolate bar is in your bag, and he just shrugs when you ask where it came from. And if you ever jokingly call him a romantic, he’ll roll his eyes and say something like, “That’s not being romantic. That’s just having a good memory.” But the way he ties your scarf a little tighter on a cold day or lets you steal his hoodie (without even pretending to care) says otherwise.

Sunghoon who is subtly overprotective. Sunghoon isn’t the jealous or over-the-top protective type but he has his ways of looking out for you. If youre walking on the sidewalk together, he’ll always make sure he’s the one closest to the road. If someone’s making you uncomfortable, he doesn’t cause a scene,he just steps a little closer, casually resting a hand on your lower back or throwing an arm around your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He won’t say much about it but if you bring it up, he will just shrug andd go “What? I always do that.” But he doesn’t. It’s just for you.

Sunghoon who loves skinship. He acts like a nonchalant dreadhead but he finds the tiniest excuses to be close to you. He’ll ‘casually’ hook his pinky with yours when you’re walking, or he’ll lean just a little closer when you’re looking at something on his phone.And if you ever call him out on it? Oh, he will deny it to the grave.

“You’re literally holding my hand.” “No I’m not.” “Sunghoon. Our fingers are literally interlocked.” “Hmm. Weird.”

But if you pull away just to tease him? Expect a subtle pout and some extra effort to get close to you again.

Sunghoon who protects you from the cold. Because he spent so many years on the ice, Sunghoon hates seeing people suffer in the cold. Especially you. So every winter, without fail, little things start appearing.A warm pack tucked into your bag, a soft beanie that just happens to be in your size,a scarf that looks suspiciously like one he owns, except brand new. You never actually see him give you these things. They just show up. And when you try to ask? He just shrugs, pretending not to know anything. But the way he smiles when he sees you wearing them? That gives him away.

Sunghoon who knows how your feeling by your texts .You swear Sunghoon has some kind of superpower because no matter how normal your texts seem, he always knows when something’s up. If you type shorter messages than usual: “What’s wrong?”.If you don’t use emojis when you normally do: “Are you upset?”.If you answer too quickly: “Are you stressed?”.Even if you try to lie, he won’t buy it. And before you know it, he’s either calling you or showing up at your place with your favorite snack, acting like it’s no big deal. (It is,though)

Sunghoon who would subconsciously fix your posture. Years of figure skating drilled perfect posture into Sunghoon’s brain, so when he notices you slouching, he physically cannot stop himself from correcting you. At first, it’s subtle he’ll press a hand lightly against your lower back or tilt your chin up with his fingers. But if you keep doing it he’ll resort to teasing.

“Are you trying to become a question mark?”“Do I need to tape a ruler to your spine?”

He swears he’s not doing it on purpose, but one day you catch him straightening his own back just because you fixed yours, and you realize it’s totally subconscious.

Sunghoon who creates secret games between you two, things only he knows about just to amuse himself. Like counting how many times you say his name in a day. Or secretly trying to match his steps with yours when you’re walking. Or seeing how long he can hold your hand before you notice he’s the one who reached out first. And if you ever figure it out? Expect him to immediately act like he’s never done anything weird in his life. “Games? What games? You’re imagining things.”

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[rizzmura]

under your skin; the first impression

enemy!niki x fem!reader

warnings: strong language, mild sexual tension, suggestive themes, enemies-to-lovers dynamic, light teasing/flirting, angst, heated banter, emotionally charged moments

w.c.: 2.5k

chapter one synopsis: niki walks into your life like he owns the place. he’s cocky, self-assured, and somehow always knows how to push your buttons. what starts as harmless teasing soon escalates into a rivalry that neither of you can escape. but there’s a thin line between hate and something else you’re trying hard not to acknowledge.

you had heard about him before you met him. everyone had something to say about nishimura niki, and none of it was particularly glowing to you. he was the kind of guy that had a reputation for being difficult, cocky, and loud. he had this charm, a swagger about him that you couldn’t ignore. his confidence radiated from every word, every action. and if you were being honest, it annoyed you. everyone had their limits, and niki seemed determined to find yours.

before he even stepped into the lecture hall, you had already made up your mind: you were going to keep your distance. college wasn’t supposed to be about dealing with someone like him. it was supposed to be a place to focus on your future, to get your degree, and leave. you weren’t here for any distractions.

but of course, niki didn’t seem to understand the concept of “quiet.”

he burst into the lecture hall like a hurricane, his loud voice announcing his entrance before his body even fully filled the doorway. he was talking to a friend, animated and expressive, as usual. his presence immediately drew attention, and you could feel the collective sigh of the room when he took the seat right next to you, without even a glance in your direction.

you tried to ignore him, but it was impossible. everything about him was distracting. his too-loud laugh, his exaggerated gestures, the way his energy seemed to fill every inch of space in the room. you could almost feel the way his presence pushed against your own, like an electric current you couldn’t escape.

niki seemed to have no concept of personal space. or maybe he just didn’t care.

“hey,” he said casually, looking at the papers in front of you. “you look like you’re actually paying attention. i should’ve sat next to you.”

you shot him a quick, disinterested glance, silently wishing he’d just leave you alone. “great,” you replied flatly, focusing your gaze on your notes, trying to ignore the way his eyes followed you as if he was trying to figure out who you were, like it was some kind of game to him.

he wasn’t deterred. of course, he wasn’t. “you know, i heard this lecture is a waste of time. i only came because the syllabus said there’s a quiz later this week.”

you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “how convenient for you,” you muttered, still not looking at him, but you could already feel a little tickle of irritation creeping up your spine.

niki grinned, completely unfazed by your flat response. “i take it you’re not a fan of this place, huh? you’re a bit too serious for college.” his tone was playful, but there was an edge to it, a hint that maybe he wasn’t entirely joking. or maybe he was, and you were just reading too much into it.

you glanced at him, your annoyance rising. “i’m here for the degree. not here to entertain you.”

he raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your sharp response. “oh, come on, you’re no fun. you gotta lighten up sometimes, y’know? college is all about enjoying the ride.”

you frowned, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “well, maybe i like my ride with fewer distractions. ever think about that?”

his smile only widened, clearly enjoying this little back-and-forth. “you know, i like a challenge.”

you didn’t know why, but you felt your temper rising. maybe it was the fact that he seemed so effortlessly charming. maybe it was the fact that he didn’t seem to care at all about your attempts to ignore him. either way, you couldn’t stop the sharp edge in your voice when you snapped back.

“well, good for you,” you gritted out. “i don’t need your advice.”

niki’s eyes lit up as if he’d won some small victory. “oh, come on,” he said with a mock pout. “i’m just trying to be helpful.”

“keep your ‘helpfulness’ to yourself,” you snapped, doing your best to ignore the rapid beat of your heart. “i don’t need your advice.”

but he was relentless, and you could feel his presence grow closer. he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping low as though it were a secret only meant for you.

“wow. that’s intense. i didn’t realize you hated me so much.”

“i don’t hate you,” you gritted out, your tone tight with restrained frustration. “i just wish you would leave me alone.”

niki leaned forward, his eyes glinting with amusement. “if i left you alone, how would i have any fun?”

you stared at him, incredulous. “seriously? you think this is fun?”

he shrugged, his carefree attitude only serving to irritate you further. “maybe for me. definitely for you.”

you clenched your jaw, already regretting the decision to sit next to him. this wasn’t the first time you’d encountered someone like him—people who thought they could talk circles around you just to get under your skin—but niki seemed to have a particular talent for it. and what bothered you the most was that, despite how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

as the lecture droned on, niki kept up his quiet commentary. at first, it was just casual comments—little jokes that no one but you could hear, the occasional nudge of his elbow against yours. you tried to stay focused, but every time your mind started to wander, niki was there, right next to you, almost like he was baiting you into conversation. it was as though he knew exactly how to push your buttons. how to make you uncomfortable.

you weren’t sure how to handle him. on one hand, you resented the way he seemed to have this easy, effortless charm that made people laugh and draw attention. on the other hand, there was something strangely magnetic about him. something that made you feel like you wanted to get to know him. despite yourself, you couldn’t seem to shake the pull. it frustrated you, made you angry, and left you feeling confused.

by the time the lecture was over, you were beyond frustrated. you had never been more relieved to hear the bell ring. gathering your things in a hurry, you stood up, ready to get out of the room and away from niki. he didn’t even seem to notice the way you were practically rushing to leave.

but as you turned to walk out of the lecture hall, you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder. you spun around, fully prepared to tell him off again, to let him know that you weren’t interested in whatever game he was playing.

“hey,” niki said with a grin, standing in front of you with an annoying cockiness that made your blood boil. “don’t be mad, okay? i was just messing with you. no need to look so pissed.”

you tried to push past him, but he stepped in your way. “seriously, you’re not even going to talk to me after what i said? i thought we were bonding.”

you stared at him, incredulous. “bonding? no, we were arguing. and i don’t plan on bonding with you anytime soon.”

niki just laughed, a sound that only grated on your nerves further. “that’s a shame. i think we could make a pretty good team if you didn’t hate me so much.”

you just shook your head and walked away, trying to ignore the sudden flicker of something in your chest. it wasn’t attraction, you told yourself. it was just... irritation. the guy was infuriating, but you couldn’t deny that you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

you sat alone in the cafeteria, poking at your food with a fork, lost in thought. niki's words echoed in your mind, his smirk haunting your every thought. you hated how easily he got under your skin. you hated even more that you couldn't seem to shake the way he made you feel.

as you sat there, lost in your frustration, niki appeared once again. he slid into the seat across from you, his presence immediately overwhelming. you looked up, ready to snap at him, but the words died in your throat when you saw the look in his eyes. this time, his expression was different, still cocky but with an edge of curiosity.

"so, what's your deal?" he asked, leaning forward with genuine interest.

you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in his demeanor. "my deal?"

"yeah," he said, tilting his head slightly. "you seem like you've got it all figured out. what's your story?"

you hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "i'm just here to study. get my degree and move on."

niki raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with your answer. "come on, there's gotta be more to it than that."

you sighed, feeling the weight of his gaze. "fine. i'm here to get my degree and hopefully land a good job. that's it. nothing more, nothing less."

he nodded, seeming to consider your words. "fair enough. but you know, college isn't just about the degree. it's about the experiences, the people you meet, the things you learn outside of the classroom."

you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his clichéd response. "thanks for the lecture, but i've heard it all before."

he smirked, clearly enjoying your sarcasm. "just thought i'd give you my two cents."

you shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. "you're something else, niki."

he leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied grin. "oh, by the way, i'm having a party at my place tonight. you should come."

you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden invitation. "a party?"

"yeah," he said, nonchalantly. "it's going to be fun. a good way to take a break from all the studying."

you hesitated, your mind racing. the last thing you wanted was to spend more time with niki, especially in a social setting where he would undoubtedly be the center of attention. but something in his gaze made it hard to refuse. "i don't know…"

"come on," he urged, leaning forward again. "it'll be fun. besides, you need to lighten up, remember?"

you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his persistence. "i'll think about it."

"that's all i ask," he said with a wink, standing up from the table. "party starts at eight. don't be late."

with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you sitting there, your thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. why had you even considered going to his party? you had no reason to. yet, a small part of you was curious. what was it about niki that made it so hard to stay away?

as the day went on, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on your studies. niki's invitation lingered in your mind, a constant distraction. you couldn't deny that there was a part of you that wanted to go, to see what he was like outside of the lecture hall. but another part of you was wary, hesitant to let your guard down around him.

by the time the evening rolled around, you still hadn't made up your mind. you stood in front of your mirror, staring at your reflection, trying to decide what to do. finally, with a frustrated sigh, you grabbed your jacket and headed out the door. maybe it was a mistake, but there was only one way to find out.

when you arrived at niki's house, you could hear the music thumping from the street. the party was already in full swing, people milling about in the front yard, laughing and talking. you took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and walked up to the door.

niki was there to greet you, a wide grin spreading across his face when he saw you. "you made it!"

you nodded, feeling a bit out of place. "yeah, i did."

"come on in," he said, gesturing for you to follow him. "let me introduce you to some people."

you followed him into the house, the noise and energy of the party washing over you. niki led you through the crowd, introducing you to his friends, making sure you felt included. despite your initial reservations, you found yourself relaxing, enjoying the atmosphere.

as the night went on, you noticed that you were the center of attention for many of the guys at the party. they approached you, striking up conversations, complimenting you, and vying for your attention. you couldn't help but feel a bit flattered, even as you tried to keep your focus on the casual conversations.

niki, meanwhile, seemed to be watching you from a distance. though he continued to laugh and joke with his friends, you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes flickered in your direction, observing every interaction you had with the other guys. his expression remained unchanged, but there was an intensity in his gaze that you couldn't quite decipher.

at one point, you found yourself talking to a guy named taeyong. he was charming and funny, and you enjoyed his company. you laughed at one of his jokes, and he took the opportunity to move a little closer, his hand lightly brushing against your arm. out of the corner of your eye, you saw niki stiffen, his jaw clenching ever so slightly.

you glanced over at niki, catching his eye. for a brief moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something—jealousy, perhaps? but just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual cocky smile. he raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "enjoying yourself?"

you turned your attention back to taeyong, but you couldn't shake the feeling that niki's eyes were still on you. as the night went on, you noticed other guys approaching you, each one trying to win your attention. niki continued to watch from a distance, his presence a constant reminder that he was never far away.

eventually, you excused yourself from the group and stepped outside for some fresh air. the cool breeze was a welcome relief from the heat and noise of the party. you leaned against the porch railing, taking a moment to collect your thoughts.

"you seem to be quite the hit tonight," a familiar voice said, breaking the silence. you turned to see niki standing there, his eyes fixed on you.

you shrugged, trying to play it cool. "just making new friends."

"looks like you made a lot of them," he said, his tone casual but with an undercurrent of something more.

you couldn't help but smile at his comment. "jealous?"

niki laughed, a genuine sound that made your heart skip a beat. "me? jealous? please."

"good," you said, meeting his gaze. "because there's no reason to be."

he stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking. "maybe not. but it's hard not to notice when every guy in the room wants to talk to you."

"maybe they're just being friendly," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

"maybe," he said, his eyes locked onto yours. "but i can't help but think it's more than that."

the air between you was charged with tension, the unspoken words hanging in the balance. you wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence, but the intensity of his gaze left you speechless.

after a moment, niki reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. the simple touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but lean into his hand, craving more of the contact.

"i'm glad you came tonight," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"me too," you replied, your voice just as quiet.

as you stood there, lost in the moment, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for you and niki. he was still as infuriating as ever, but there was something about him that made it impossible to stay away. you didn't know what would happen next, but one thing was certain: your life had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.

the weeks after the party felt like a strange blur. there was a shift in the way you saw niki, but it wasn’t one you had the luxury of making sense of. every encounter with him only made it more complicated. you hated how much he occupied your thoughts, how he made you feel things you weren't prepared to feel. but the tension between you was undeniable, a pressure that lingered like a storm waiting to burst.

it wasn’t long before you saw him again, this time outside of class. you were walking across campus, lost in your own world, when you saw him—niki, leaning against a tree, arms crossed, looking entirely too comfortable in a way that made your blood boil. you didn’t want to deal with him, not today, not after everything that had happened at the party. the memory of his smirk, his casual disregard for your boundaries, had lingered longer than you cared to admit.

but niki was impossible to ignore. he spotted you immediately, and his trademark grin spread across his face.

“hey, there you are,” he called out, voice loud enough to make a few passersby glance in your direction. he pushed off the tree and walked toward you, his confident swagger somehow grating on your nerves.

you stopped in your tracks, your heart beating a little faster, a mix of irritation and something else you weren’t ready to acknowledge. “what do you want, niki?”

“just wanted to talk,” he said with a casual shrug, but there was something in his eyes—a glint of mischief, maybe even challenge. “you know, we didn’t get to finish our conversation last time.”

your stomach dropped, remembering how that last conversation had gone. the anger, the frustration, the way you’d tried so hard to ignore him because of what you were feeling. it hadn't worked. it still didn’t.

“there’s nothing left to say,” you snapped, taking a step back, trying to keep your distance.

he stopped in front of you, not backing down. “really? feels like there’s plenty to say.” his voice was still playful, but there was an edge to it now, like he was daring you to say something. to do something.

you clenched your fists at your sides, the urge to snap at him overwhelming. “you think this is all some kind of joke, don’t you?”

niki’s expression shifted slightly, his grin faltering for just a second. “i don’t think it’s a joke. but you sure act like you think i’m some kind of joke.”

the words stung more than they should have. you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he continued.

“you think i’m just some cocky guy who doesn't take anything seriously,” he said, voice low now, more intense than before. “maybe you're right. but you’re not exactly making this easy, are you?”

your chest tightened, and a sharp retort slipped from your lips before you could stop it. “maybe i wouldn’t be so ‘difficult’ if you’d just stop messing with me. if you’d just leave me alone for once.”

niki’s eyes flickered, just for a moment, with something—hurt? disappointment? you weren’t sure, but it made your breath catch in your throat. you couldn’t afford to feel bad for him. not now. not after everything.

he took a step closer, narrowing the space between you. “you think i enjoy this? the back-and-forth? the constant tension between us?” his voice was quieter now, almost hushed. “you think i want this?”

“i don’t know what you want, niki,” you retorted, your voice cracking with the rawness of the frustration you’d been holding in for weeks. “you don’t make any sense. one minute you’re annoying the hell out of me, and the next, you’re acting like you actually care. it’s impossible to figure you out!”

his face hardened, his eyes darkening. “and maybe it’s impossible for you to admit that you care too.”

the words hit you like a slap, leaving you breathless. you wanted to argue, to say something that would push him away, but the truth lingered in the space between you. you did care, in some twisted way, and that terrified you.

“i don’t care about you,” you snapped, more forcefully than you intended. “i don’t want you in my life. all you do is make everything harder.”

niki’s jaw clenched, his expression tightening. “is that what you really think of me?” he took another step forward, invading your space, the air between you crackling with tension. “that i’m just a problem for you? that i’m just some guy you can push away whenever it suits you?”

you opened your mouth to respond, but the words got stuck in your throat. he was too close. his presence was overwhelming, suffocating even. and there was something in his eyes, something that made you question everything you thought you knew about him.

“i don’t know what you want from me,” you finally said, your voice shaking with the effort to keep it steady. “you don’t make any sense, niki. you think this is some game, but it’s not.”

“fine?” niki laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. it was bitter, frustrated. “you think i’m the one treating you like shit? you think i’m the one making this miserable?”

you stepped back, your mind reeling from the realization that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way you did—caught in this endless cycle of misunderstanding, of playing games neither of you were willing to admit.

“i don’t know what you want from me,” you repeated, feeling your emotions slip out of control. “i just want to be left alone.”

there was a long, painful silence. then niki’s voice broke through the tension, rough and raw. “i want you to stop pretending like you don’t care. i want you to stop pretending that i’m the problem when you’re just as much a part of this mess as i am.”

his words were like a punch to the gut, and you couldn’t stop the way your chest tightened, your heart racing as everything you’d been trying to suppress came bubbling to the surface.

“i don’t need you, niki,” you choked out, every word feeling like it was ripping itself from you. “i don’t need this. i don’t need you messing with my life, making everything harder than it needs to be.”

“you think i’m the one messing with your life?” his voice rose, a mixture of anger and hurt in his words. “you think i’m the one making this hard? i’m not the one pushing you away every time you start feeling something.”

your eyes burned, the anger and hurt so strong that it made you dizzy. “i’m pushing you away because you don’t respect me. you don’t respect my boundaries, niki. you think this is some game, but it’s not.”

the words were out before you could stop them. and as they hung in the air, something in niki seemed to snap. his eyes darkened, his mouth tightening into a thin line.

“i’m not some game to you?” his voice was barely above a whisper, but it was filled with a fury you hadn’t expected. “well, i’m not some toy for you to just push around either.”

the fight had exploded, raw and brutal, and neither of you could stop it. the emotions were too strong, too tangled, and now you were both caught in a moment where there was no turning back.

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[vivimura]

PAIRING ~ dom!nrk x fem!reader

SUMMARY ~ open ended backstory. riki can't wait to drive back home and takes you in the back seat of his car instead.

GENRE ~ smut, car sex, pwop.

WORD COUNT ~ 2.092k

ᯓ★ this has been rotting in my drafts for a while<3

your heart raced wildly in your chest, the insides of your stomach churning in excitement. the sounds of your heels clicking on the cement of the ground echoed in the dimly lit parking lot. riki’s grip around your hand was nearly painful, but his impatience was flattering.

“sexy car..” you whispered at the sight of his sleek black sports car coming into view.

the way you whispered in that sweet, innocent yet ridiculously seductive voice made his cock twitch.

his hands shook slightly as he unlocked the back door, revealing the plush leather interior. he tilted his head in your direction to give you a look of impatience before suddenly ducking to toss you over his shoulder, making you giggle.

he gently placed you on the soft leather seats before climbing in after you, his large frame filling the small space as he pulled the door shut behind him. the tinted windows ensured utter privacy, making riki look at you with a wolfish grin.

"you like?" he replied gruffly, his focus unashamedly and appreciatively glued to your cleavage. he patted his lap, motioning for you to come closer. 

as you slid closer, riki grabbed your hips and repositioned you in his lap so you were sitting on his thighs sideways. his gaze burnt into yours with an almost feral intensity, his calloused hand cupping the curve of your calf and sliding up to your thighs to your hips almost possessively.

“mhmm..” you hummed back and batted your eyelashes at him, your hands sliding up for your arms to wrap around his neck.

one of his strong arms circled your waist firmly, the other hand on your hand tightening in grip to suddenly pull you closer, making you feel his poking bulge. his grin only widened at how pressed up your tits became against his chest.

he leaned in to kiss your cheek, then the side of your neck. he inhaled deeply, his nose grazing the sensitive skin just under your ear. "god, you smell just like candy." he said huskily and suddenly bit into the skin on your neck right above your pulse. his hand slid up the hem of your dress, his icy fingers adorned with rings caressing your bare hip and tracing the edge of your panties.

you let out a hiss, followed by a shaky exhale. despite the cold atmosphere of the car, a warmth began to settle in your body. with a whimper you were unable to suppress, you squirmed on his lap.

he gripped your waist tightly, a low moan escaping his lips when your ass rubbed right against his cock from your squirming. he held onto your hips, guiding you to grind on him more. his face still buried in your neck as he bit and kissed at the sweet skin, decorating it with hickeys.

your fingers dug into his hair, each whimper he earned from giving you kisses and hickeys like a reward. he lifted his head to look at you. the sight of your cheeks flushed and lower lip bitten in anticipation and made his eyes darken, the look telling you everything you need to know about how hungry he was for you.

he leaned in to capture your lips in a deep kiss. all teeth and tongue. he hummed in approval at the enthusiastic way you responded. he licked into your mouth, tasting every inch of you.

one of his hands slid up, cupping the back of your neck to hold you down firmly against his lips. the other travelled sensually from your hip to your back, tracing the bulge of your ribcage and finally reaching your chest. he groped one of your tits, making you moan into his mouth and your back to arch.

riki pulled away from the kiss briefly, a thin thread of saliva connecting your plump lips. he moved to lean closer to your ear, his hot breath on your lobe making you shiver.

"you taste like candy too." he whispered in a raspy voice making you clench in arousal. his hand by the back of your neck slid down and found the zip of your dress.

he pulled it down tantalizingly slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as the fabric loosened, gradually falling off your body. his gaze wandered down your body, the sight making his cock twitch painfully in his pants. you were left in a mere pair of black panties, your back arched beautifully, tits perky and nipples peaked.

he let out a groan, his hands flying to caress the soft skin of your waist, the small of your back, all the way up to the ridges of your ribcage. he nuzzled his face between your tits, taking in the sight before him with open hunger.

“so pretty,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. your already sensitive and aroused pussy throbbed at the way he touched you, not to mention the friction of his jeans rubbing against you. the feeling of his clothed body against your practically naked one made you lightheaded.

“riki..” you whined out and fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. hearing you say his name in that needy, adorable voice, made something inside riki snap.

he quickly undid the remaining buttons of his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside to reveal his lean, muscular torso. his abs flexed as he maneuvered you off his lap and stood up on his knees.

his big hands gripping your hips tightly, pulling you over to your back with surprising strength. he hovered over you, his knees outside and straddling one of your thighs. his gaze burned intensely as his hands skimmed up your thighs, stopping right at the edges of your panties.

he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly peeled them down your legs, revealing your glistening, dripping folds.

riki licked his lips hungrily, taking in the glorious sight of your naked body splayed out before him in the backseat of his car. he could feel his cock throbbing almost violently now, straining against the confines of his jeans.

“fucking hell..” he growled, his fingers reaching out and dipping between your folds, stroking your clit and teasing your entrance. the torturously slow way he slid his fingers up and down your slit felt so good, but was short of the stimulation you were so incredibly sensitive for. 

“please..” you whined out loud and wriggled forward to feel his fingers better, hips jerking up into his hand.

he chuckled at the way your body pathetically wriggled beneath him, greedy for more. still not giving you any real penetration, he continued sliding his index and middle fingers through your wetness, his other hand palming his painful erection through his jeans.

“patience, babygirl..” he mocked, loving the power he had over you in this moment. he slowly slid his fingers out of your dripping pussy, leaving you aching and empty.

before you had the chance to protest, he quickly undid his jeans and pushed them down together with his boxers in one swift motion. riki groaned loudly as his throbbing cock sprung free and bounced off his abs, the swollen head already glistening with precum.

you bit your lower lip, rubbing your thighs against each other in excitement at the sight of his pulsating girth. he stroked himself a few times, hissing through clenched teeth at the intense sensation.

he gripped your thighs and spread your legs wide, exposing your dripping pussy practically radiating heat and a delicious musky scent to his hungry senses. he rubbed the swollen head of his cock teasingly along your slit, mixing your arousal with his precum.

you whimpered loudly at the way his tip rubbed against you, making your hands extend to hold onto his wrists out of need of holding onto something.

then with a slow but swift thrust of his hips, he hilted himself fully inside you. he groaned loudly, his eyebrows furrowing in ecstasy at your walls clenching down his throbbing cock. he paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of your wetness enveloping him completely.

your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into his smooth skin as you arched your back off the leather seats, a silent moan of pleasure escaping your lips.  the delicious sting of pain your nails gave only spurred him on. he gripped your hips tighter, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your ass as he started to move.

he pulled out slowly until just the tip remained inside you, before slamming back in with a grunt. his strokes were deep and powerful. the car slightly rocked with the force of his thrusts, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and your combined moans filling the enclosed space.

your stomach bulged everytime riki stuffed his cock into you from the way he was filling you up. the sound of your sweet moans and the way you clenched tightly each time he fucked into you made him grunt in pleasure.

“oh, god..” you moaned out and slightly tipped your head back in pleasure when riki began pounding into you faster. the confined air of the car made the windows fog up and made your skin feel hot and sticky.

riki's hips pumped rapidly, plunging his thick cock deep into you over and over. he grinned at how fucked out your features were beginning to look— the desperate way you were moving your hips to meet his thrusts and the broken cries spilling from your lips.

"fuck, you feel so fucking good," he groaned, sweat dripped down his brow as he relentlessly pounded into your dripping cunt. the sleek leather beneath you squeaked and shifted with the force of his thrusts.

your tits bounced hypnotically, prompting one of his hands to slide up, palming and squeezing them. his other hand gripped the back of your thigh, yanking your leg up higher to sink impossibly deeper into your hot, fluttering walls.

a loud moan escaped your lips at the new angle, your back arching uncontrollably. one of your hands flew back, landing on the foggy window. it slid down with a squeaking sound, leaving a lewd handprint behind.

your legs trembled, an orgasm approaching rapidly. "shit, i'm gonna cum," he grunted, his voice strained and low. his hand slid from your breast to your throat, squeezing lightly as he slammed into you. riki's rhythm turned erratic and sloppy, his cock twitching and pulsing deep inside you.

“m-me too,” you barely managed to stutter out between moans. with one hand still lightly wrapped around your slender neck, riki grabbed both of your thighs, pushing them up and back towards your chest with his other. he pushed deep into the spot which made you see stars.

your insides spasmed rapidly, your orgasm soon erupting, triggering riki’s own. he slammed into you with a final, brutal thrust, burying his cock to the hilt. holding you in place, his body shuddering and jerking above you.

a low, guttural moan tore from his throat as he came hard, painting your insides white with his hot seed.

“shit, shit..” you cursed out, cumming onto his cock with equal intensity, your release moistening the base of his length. you both trembled and gasped from aftershocks of the orgasms, soaking up the waves of pleasure in the confined space of the car.

riki slowly pulled out of you with a gruff sigh, his softening cock slipping out of your stretched and gaping pussy with a wet plop. he watched with satisfaction as his cum began to leak out of it and onto the black leather seat.

he sat back on his heels, chest heaving as he caught his breath. he looked at you with a lazy, sated grin, taking in your disheveled appearance. your hair was a beautiful mess, neck covered with hickeys, lips kiss-swollen and cheeks flushed a pretty pink. he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear almost tenderly.

you chuckled softly, nuzzling your face into his warm hand. he leaned down to press a tender kiss on your forehead, on your nose, and a final one on your lips. he broke the kiss to look at you with a mischievous yet affectionate grin. "y'know.. my place isn't far from here,"

your eyes widened, a surprised chuckle escaping your lips. you gave him a look, lightly slapping his chest. “christ, riki!”

he laughed, his chest rumbling beneath your palm. he grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles. “kidding, kidding..”

“unless..”

“riki!”

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[strawberrynull]

──☆💋 to my valentine,

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: fwb!Riki x afab!reader

──Genre: fluff, highly suggestive

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

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

──WC: 1.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open it” I said, nodding his head.

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

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

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

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

His eyes flickered down to your lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to be with you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until it wasn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[nishikio]

Just Us, Just Love

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: boyfriend!riki x female!reader

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: fluff fluff fluff, established relationship

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none

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It was one of those nights—no schedules, no calls, no cameras. Just them.

y/n was curled up in the corner of the couch, scrolling through her phone, still in riki’s hoodie, the sleeves swallowing her hands. The fabric was warm from his body heat, and the scent of his cologne lingered in the threads, making her feel safe. Riki, on the other hand, was stretched out beside her, long legs sprawled over the cushions, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch.

They had been quiet for a while, just existing in each other’s space, but riki wasn’t the type to sit still for long.

“You’re too far,” he mumbled, his voice low and slightly raspy from exhaustion.

y/n barely glanced up. “I’m literally right next to you.”

riki, unimpressed with her response, reached out, fingers brushing over the hem of the hoodie she wore. In one swift motion, he tugged her closer, effortlessly pulling her into his lap.

“Riki!” she yelped, but he only smirked, tightening his arms around her waist so she couldn’t escape.

“This is better,” he murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder. His voice was softer now, as if the world outside their apartment didn’t exist—just the warmth of her pressed against him.

Y/n sighed, but she didn’t fight him. Instead, she let herself relax against his chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns over his arm.

riki hummed, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck,y/n shivered at the feeling, warmth creeping up her spine.

riki, pulling back slightly so he could look at her. His eyes were laced with something unspoken, something soft. His fingers found her cheek, tracing along her jaw before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Y/n just stared at him, taking in the way his gaze flickered over her face—her eyes, her nose, the curve of her lips.

“What?” she asked, voice quieter now.

riki tilted his head, a lazy smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Nothing. Just thinking about how pretty you are.”

y/n rolled her eyes, but the way her fingers curled into his hoodie betrayed her. “You always say that.”

“And I’ll keep saying it.”

He leaned in then, pressing his lips against her temple, then her cheek, then just below her ear, where she was most sensitive. She felt his smirk against her skin when she squirmed.

“Riki,” she warned.

“What?” he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. “I’m just appreciating my girlfriend. Is that a crime?”

Y/n bit back a smile, threading her fingers through his hair as she pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “If it was, you’d be in jail by now.”

riki chuckled, but his grip on her waist tightened, his fingers slipping beneath the hoodie to rest against her skin. She felt the warmth of his hands, his touch grounding, familiar.

“Stay like this for a while,” he said, more serious now.

y/n softened. “Okay.”

And so they stayed. Wrapped up in each other, warmth shared in the quiet of the night. It was the kind of love that didn’t need grand gestures or spoken confessions—it was just them. Just love.

[yuckiemouth]

It's so weird when people post nsfw content for real ppl that they dont know… Like no hate but it's so parasocial and weird and borderline saesang behavior… These are real people that you dont know, have never had a convo or relationship with, and probably never will and they dont consent to stuff like this but you do you (no hate)

I get what you’re saying, but this is all for content… I don’t take everything I say literal and no one should either. Yes, I do have a major crush on these men and women, but would I have a chance with them? No. I could hold myself accountable and genuinely say I do not even have a 5% chance to meet these people. I don’t feel like it’s parasocial cuz that would mean I think I have a relationship with them which I know I don’t cuz I have common sense. Saesang is extreme because I would never stalk, hack, or invade these peoples privacy.

[junnieverse]

XO ➳ ENHYPEN

➙ how the enhypen members surprise you for valentine's day

pairing: enhypen x gn!reader genre: fluff warnings: not proofread, lowercase intended, mentions of food here and there, the boys are evidently whipped a/n: junnieverse comeback era? (i haven't written in like over a year and vday was a few days ago but I still hope you all like this ㅡreblogs highly appreciated!)

🖇️ — 양정원 ; JUNGWON !

↳ gifted you with a care package

you knew anything Jungwon gifted you was bound to be absolutely cute and special, and he did just that

for you, nothing was better than something a little sentimental, especially considering this valentine, Jungwon was away on tour and couldn't be there to spend the occasion with you

what you didn't expect though was to receive a gift despite his absence

but the morning of the 14th you woke up to your boyfriend calling to ask you to check the back of your closet only to find a cute white basket with a red bow tied around it

how you had not noticed this for the past few days it had been there is beyond you but you're only further stunned at how warmed your heart is by the gift itself

inside was a bunch of all your favourite snacks, your favourite perfume and at the bottom, one of Jungwon's hoodies folded neatly ready for you to embrace yourself in

"I know I can't be there to spoil you or give you all the cuddles in the world but you'll have to hold onto my hoodie for awhile just until I come back so enjoy your snacks too." he tells you over the phone as you fight back tears of joy

🖇️ — 이희승 ; HEESEUNG !

↳ gifted you with a giant teddy

valentine's day was in a few days and heeseung knew this was the perfect chance to finally ask you to be his

you had both been friends for quite some time now but despite the obvious feelings for one another, neither of you stepped up and made a move on the other until now

making his way over to your house, heeseung stood by your door lifting his hand to knock as he quietly hesitated before pacing back and forth outside your corridor as he got nervous mentally preparing himself not knowing what to say or expect once you opened the door

"No I got this, it's easy, I just have to ask them right?" he said to himself

before he could hesitate any longer he knocked thrice before the door swung open and he was met with your bright smile

what he didn't know was the sudden pacing outside your door earlier caught your attention and you happened to notice the boy outside your peephole hyping himself up finding it cute

"Oh (y/n)! Uh this is for you, happy valentine's day!" he said nervously as his ears got red

looking down at the gift, you realise he has a giant white teddy bear in his arms almost his size and a white letter with a red heart sealing it in his other hand

"I know you weren't expecting any of this but would you please be my valentine and my-" you cut him off grabbing his face in your hands kissing him

"I would love to." you say as he smiles sheepishly before he kisses your forehead

🖇️ — 박종성 ; JAY !

↳ special pampering + dinner

waking up for valentine's you sure were not expecting an empty bed nor a note from said man seemingly sending you on a small treasure hunt

not aware of his whereabouts, all his first note said was to enjoy the warm bubble bath he had prepared as well as the breakfast he had stored for you in the microwave

next note on the fridge lead you to one of your favourite spas where the receptionist only smiled letting you know all expenses were paid and "your husband" wanted to make sure you were pampered like royalty, you felt no need to correct her that you weren't married to jay... yet

after the more than satisfying spa treatment, the receptionist kindly handed you the next note and here you found yourself at a flower shop and there your handsome boyfriend stood outside with a bouquet of bright red roses having been waiting for your arrival

"happy valentines beautiful, I hope you liked what I prepared early." he says giving you the flowers before wrapping his arms around you giving you a tight hug

and yet the adventure was not over for the two of you, this time jay decided to take you to a small wine tasting event which set the perfect romantic ambience for you two

to complete the beautiful day, jay surprised you with an intimate home cooked dinner, your kitchen and living decorated with a string of candles as you quietly admired how handsome jay was while cooking for you

"I am so wife-ing you up." you blurted out mindlessly as jay only chuckled shaking his head focusing back on the steak

🖇️ — 심재윤 ; JAKE !

↳ a day filled with activities together

you and jake both decided this valentine's would be a bit more easygoing for the both of you so not much of the day was planned

a new art gallery had opened up nearby and you had been meaning to go with jake but with conflicting schedules, neither of you had the time to go until today

walking through the gallery together hand in hand, you both enjoyed the afternoon looking around and taking a few pictures of the art (ahem, including your boyfriend)

"They have a pottery studio upstairs, let's go check it out!" your boyfriend exclaims excitedly like a puppy wagging its tail

and that is how you both ended up in the studio above the gallery making each other ceramic mugs as valentine's gifts

finally finished with the pottery and having to wait a few days before you would be able to get them, the two of you headed down to the beach to have a little night picnic together to watch the sunset

"Wait stay right there!" jake suddenly urges holding his hand out indicating you to stop as you were mid laugh and now very much confused before he grabbed his phone taking a picture of you with the ocean and sunset right behind you

cuddled up on the blanket you both watch the sun go down and soon stars fill the sky lighting it up

"I love you so much." he leans in closer to you, "I love you more Jakey." you respond closing the gap between you both but the moment was short lived as a loud noise erupted and the sky filled up with bright colours from fireworks

🖇️ — 박성훈 ; SUNGHOON !

↳ classic dinner date

as busy as sunghoon was, he still tried his best to give you the little time he could here and there and that included taking you out for valentine's day

he didn't say much to you other than to please be ready at 8pm and to put on your best outfit for your date that night

right on time, sunghoon was at your door with complimentary chocolate and some flowers for you

arriving at the restaurant, you notice how empty it was only a few staff left to which your boyfriend lets you know he had the restaurant privately booked for the night (it was moments like that where you remembered who and how rich sunghoon really was)

that night was filled with nothing but small kisses, good food and ofcourse sunghoon's dad jokes that did in fact make you laugh, he broke your humour

"I have one more gift for you." he says as you climb into bed snuggling into his embrace as you give him your undivided attention

reaching over to the bedside table, he pulls out a small blue Tiffany and Co bag and inside were two little rings

"I decided to get us promise rings." he says with a toothy grin slipping the ring on your finger as he chuckled at your state of shock, still baffled you somehow managed to take the other ring and slip it onto sunghoon's finger

fighting back tears, sunghoon holds your hand in his before gently kissing it before you engulf him in a tight hug

🖇️ — 김선우 ; SUNOO !

↳ baked you valentine's cookies

lost in dreamland, you were not expecting to be woken up so abruptly to the sound of pots and pans clanking down the hallway

getting up yourself to go check what all the commotion was about, you notice a head of blonde hair bent down looking into the oven and realised it was your boyfriend

"Sunoo? Baby what are you doing?" you ask softly as a yawn escapes your lips prompting Sunoo to also lift his head

"Oh, you're up, good morning! I'm sorry if the noise woke you up, I was trying to make you some cookies." he explains smiling shyly as you only then notice the first batch of heart-shaped cookies on your counter

walking closer to get a better look at them, you notice the red and pink icing with some wording on a few cookies "be my valentine?" it had spelt out

"Aww Sunoo-" you coo as you place your hand over your heart feeling your heart physically swell at this cute and sweet gesture

you make your way closer to him giving him a hug before gently holding his face to give him kisses all over as he gushes softly giggling at this display of affection from you

stopping, you pull away booping his nose, "your apron told me to do it." you jokingly say referring to his 'kiss the chef' apron

"Thank you so much for this, I would love to be your valentine, anyday." you tell him sweetly as you internally gush over his eye smile which made you fall in love with him to begin with

🖇️ — 西村 力 ; NI-KI !

↳ cozy movie night together

riki had just arrived back home early from a busy schedule and you were still at work/school without a clue having been under the impression that your boyfriend would only be seeing you the day after

taking advantage of the few hours he now had to surprise you for valentine's day, riki set up the space in the living room to build a comfortable pillow fort stacked with comfy blankets inside and dainty little fairy lights you had laying around in storage

the sound of the door keypad beeping catches his attention alerting him you were back and ofcourse the fort in the middle of your living room caught yours

"Surprise!" he jumps out from inside the pillow fort with his arms outstretched as you lung towards him squeezing him in a tight hug

"You just relax yourself and I will prepare everything." he directs you to the pillow fort after you changed into some more comfortable clothes

relaxing may have been a bad idea as the scent of something burning makes you instinctively get up and walking into your kitchen to find your boyfriend discarding the now burned popcorn into the bin

"So... funny story-" he says with a guilty smile as you fold your arms over your chest. "Riki how do you burn microwave popcorn?"

but alas, all is not lost with a better (edible) second batch thanks to you

now you can enjoy spending valentines with your boyfriend cuddled up in his fort watching silly cartoons together, there's nothing more you could ask for