#Nishimura Riki

[vivimura]

how riki fingers you (feat. chrome hearts :3) ─ nsfw (duh), 1.4 k wc, highly requested pls enjoy

riki hummed appreciatively at the way you fit so perfectly against him when you made yourself comfortable on his lap. like second nature, he rested his large hands on your thighs, the coolness of his fingertips a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin.

a peaceful smile formed on your lips at the comforting feeling of sitting in your lover’s embrace. however, it was short-lived.

“mm.. cold,” you whined out at the tingling sensation his cool, calloused fingers adorned with detailed metal rings brought.

riki chuckled at your reaction, a smirk slowly spreading across his lips as you squirmed on his lap, your skirt riding up to expose the tops of your thighs.

"you're just being a crybaby." riki muttered the statement against your neck, the vibration of his tone against your skin causing you to shiver.

his fingertips dragged a lazy trail of goosebumps from the top of your thighs to the insides of it, causing a warmth to pool inside you with every inch of skin he touched.

you let out a sigh and lowered your face to hide it in the crook of his neck. your hands slowly creeped up and wrapped around his biceps, as if to hold his arms down and prevent his touch from hiking up too much.

“am not.”

“oh, but you are..”

riki chuckled deep in his throat, finding joy in teasing you in such a way. riki smirked, feeling your hips twitch against his hands as he slowly slid his fingertips up the inside of your thighs, the cold metal of his rings leaving faint imprints on your soft skin.

his breath was hot against your ear as he murmured. "you're so sensitive today."

"i’m not.. your rings are cold and tickly," you defensively mumbled, lifting your head up at him to give him a frown. despite the unaffected, annoyed forth you put, the whole situation was exciting you in more ways than one.

“aww..” riki cooed at your mumbling and the subconscious pout your lips pursed into, nodding his head in mock understanding.

“rude,” you scoffed and glared up at him for replying so condescendingly. but, your train of thoughts was interrupted when his fingers moved a little higher, his ringed thumb brushing against your pussy lips through your panties.

your eyes widened, lips parting to let out a sharp gasp. your fingers gripped onto his muscle just a little tighter, your thighs beginning to close up.

“riki,” you whispered out, the way he was looking at you so innocently, as if he didn’t literally have his hands up your skirt, driving you insane.

he smirked at your reaction, feeling your inner thighs grow warm and damp.

"hm?" he hummed, pretending not to notice how fucking wet you were getting. his rings clinked softly against your skin as he spread your thighs wider, allowing his large hands to fully palm your inner thighs.

riki gave you a look of faux obliviousness, looking down at you with his glinted eyes and cocking his head to the side. “what is it?” he asked innocently. he slid his thumb up and down your slit, feeling the dampness of your arousal seeping through your panties.

your cheeks burned at how he was playing you, his soft-spoken voice, the laughable look of ‘innocence’ in his eyes and the way he traced your folds.

staring up at him through your lashes, you nibbled on your bottom lip, desperate to hold in your sounds and not give him the satisfaction of making you fall apart so easily. “n-nothing..”

riki nodded, faking a solemn expression. “if you’re sure..”

he leaned in closer, his face coming barely an inch away from yours. you could feel his hot breath against your skin, the contrast of his soft exhaled and the coolness of his rings sending goosebumps across your body.

suddenly, as if to test you, riki’s thumb pressed down against your clit, a subtle but noticeable pressure that had you clamping your thighs together in an instant.

“fuck..” you breathily moaned out and let your forehead drop to his shoulder, nails beginning to dig into the skin of his arms. without permission, your hips jerked forward in desperate attempts for more.

“that was quick,” he taunted, letting out a short laugh that vibrated deep in his chest. he was relishing in how helpless you looked, all pretty and squirming in his lap. using his other hand, ​​he pushed your skirt up, bunching it up around your waist.

he decided not to tease you anymore.

“be a good girl and sit still, hm?”

he chuckled at how you feebly nodded in response, one hand going to your back to pull you closer while the other settled between your thighs, pulling your panties to the side and exposing your warm, dripping pussy to the cold atmosphere.

he slowly pushed two fingers inside you without warning, making you cry out softly. 

he started fucking you with his fingers, stretching you out with his long, girthy digits. the cold metal of his rings pressed against your hot, swollen flesh with every thrust. 

his other hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, pulling you back onto his fingers with every thrust.

“oh my god..” you lifted your head and moaned out, jaw dropping and eyes growing unphased at the way riki pumped his fingers inside you, the stinging coldness of his rings somehow adding to the pleasure.

“s-slow down..” you whispered and wriggled on his lap, as if trying to escape his intense stimulation.

he ignored your pleas, curling his fingers inside you to hit that spot that drove you crazy. "shh, shh," he whispered, his teeth sinking into your neck. "you can take it, baby." he teasingly continued.

he pumped his fingers into you even faster and harder, the sound of your wet pussy squelching lewdly around his fingers with every thrust echoed through the room. he wrapped his other arm around your waist to keep you still.

“riki!” you cried out his name in pleasure, your nails beginning to dig into his biceps so hard it created impressions. your hips and legs jerked with shocks, but you couldn’t do anything but sit there as he held you down with a strong grip.

he grinned at your reaction, his fingers never slowing down. he could feel your walls clenching around his digits, your juices coating his fingers and rings as he fingered you senseless on his lap.

his rings rubbed against your clit mercilessly, the cold metal contrasting with the heat between your thighs.

seeing the desperate, fucked out look in your eyes, riki added a third finger without warning, stretching you even wider he watched as your eyes rolled back in your head, your mouth hanging open in a silent 'o'.

he felt your pussy clamp down tightly around his fingers, recognizing the signs of your impending orgasm. with a wicked smirk, he curled his fingers sharply against your g-spot, rubbing vigorously as he leaned in to growl in your ear, “you take it so well, baby,”

you couldn't respond, let alone think straight. reduced to nothing but a whimpering, squirming mess on his lap. you dug your face into his chest to muffle your embarrassingly loud moans and stuttered out, "i'm c-close.."

with newfound motivation, riki let go of your waist to wrap his hand around the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him.

"mhm," he growled softly, thumb pressing down on your clit hard, making you jerk. "come on, baby. let go. make a mess."

looking into his eyes, you moaned out loudly one last time and clenched around his fingers uncontrollably, suddenly spurting out hot cum. he kept fingering you through your orgasm, milking every last drop from your twitching cunt.

riki cursed under his breath and held you down, watching your release hypnotically seep out of your pulsating pussy and coat his fingers and rings, dripping down all the way to his gray sweatpants.

your legs still trembled, fingers holding onto his biceps relaxing as you panted and felt the highs of your orgasm. when it subsided, he pulled his fingers out slowly, watching your hole spasm slightly, trying to suck them back in

he grinned at the mess you’d made on his lap. riki brought his hand to his lips, sucking on his fingers one by one, tasting your cum with a satisfied groan.

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[heeluvv]

losing your virginity to riki in the backseat of his car 🎀

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓 ꕤ

pairing ⤸ nishimura riki x reader

genre ⤸ smut

warning ⤸ unprotected sex, p in v, pullout method, etc.

natty’s notes ⤸ mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

the night stretched on, the dim glow of the streetlights filtering through the windows of riki’s car, casting long shadows across the interior. the faint hum of the city outside was nothing more than background noise, drowned out by the sound of your heavy breathing, the quiet rustle of fabric, and the wet, desperate clash of lips.

your arms draped over his shoulders, fingers curling into the soft strands of his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. riki hovered over the center console, his body pressing into yours, the heat radiating off him making your skin prickle with anticipation. his kisses were urgent, needy, a hunger that had been left unsatisfied for far too long.

soft whines slipped past your lips as his mouth trailed downward, ghosting along your jaw before finding the sensitive skin of your neck. he sucked lightly, open-mouthed kisses leaving a damp trail in their wake, his tongue flicking out to soothe the marks he left behind.

“riki—” you pleaded, voice breathy, filled with something between hesitation and longing.

your hooded eyes met his, dark and filled with unspoken hunger, a silent war raging between want and fear.

you’d been with riki for over a year now—your perfect relationship, the kind that made you feel cherished, protected, respected. in all the time you’d been together, the two of you had never gone beyond heated makeout sessions, handjobs, blowjobs, and the occasional time he had slipped his fingers inside you, working you open with slow, patient strokes.

but part of you wanted more.

you wanted to give in, to let him take you apart the way you knew he could, to finally close the distance that had remained between you both for so long.

but you were scared.

it was all new to you. the thought of crossing that line, of surrendering to something so intimate—it was terrifying and thrilling all at once.

riki must have sensed the shift in your breathing, the tension in your muscles, because he slowed down, his lips pressing one last kiss to your collarbone before pulling back slightly.

“fuck, baby… you’re so fucking beautiful…” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low rasp, filled with adoration.

his hands traced along your clothed body, fingertips dancing over your waist, your hips, your thighs—exploring but never pushing. his touch sent a shiver down your spine, the warmth of his hands grounding you in the moment.

you swallowed hard, heart hammering in your chest as your fingers tightened in his hair, steadying yourself before you spoke.

“riki… i want you.”

your voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried a weight that made his entire body go still.

his breath hitched, his movements pausing completely as he lifted his head to look at you, his dark gaze searching yours.

his brow furrowed slightly, his grip on you tightening just the slightest bit.

“baby… are you sure?”

there was no hesitation in his words, no immediate action—just pure, raw concern. because that was riki. he would never take something you weren’t ready to give, would never rush you, no matter how badly he wanted you.

but tonight, you wanted him.

tonight, you hoped you could finally give yourself to the one person who had never once made you feel like you had to.

you nodded quickly, your body betraying you before you could even form the words. your hands were slick with sweat, heart hammering so violently against your ribs you swore he could hear it.

riki didn’t move at first, his eyes fixed on you, dark and unreadable. he leaned back in his seat, running a hand through his hair, his jaw tight as if he were processing what you’d just said.

was he overthinking? was he worried? did he not want this?

“come here.”

his voice was soft yet firm, a quiet command that sent a shiver down your spine.

without hesitation, you shifted, moving over the center console until you were straddling his lap, your knees pressing into the seat on either side of him. his warmth enveloped you instantly, the sheer size of him beneath you making your stomach twist in anticipation.

his hands instinctively settled on your waist, holding you steady as he looked up at you.

“baby,” he whispered, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face, his thumb grazing over your flushed cheek. “are you sure you wanna do it here? i can take you home, or we can go to my place—”

“please, riki…”

your voice came out in a needy whimper, breathless, desperate, leaving no room for doubt. you had waited long enough—you wanted him, and you wanted him now.

something inside him snapped.

his lips crashed against yours, a deep groan slipping past his throat as he kissed you like he’d been holding himself back for far too long. the force of it had you gasping, your hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his hoodie.

he swallowed every sound you made, his tongue pushing past your parted lips, devouring you completely. your hips shifted instinctively, pressing down against the hardness beneath you, and he let out a low, shaky breath, gripping your waist tighter.

“fuck…” he muttered, his head falling back against the seat for a moment, his eyes flickering up to meet yours, filled with something raw. something desperate. “i’ll give you what you want, baby.”

his hands found the hem of your shirt, tugging it upward, and you lifted your arms to help him remove it. he tossed it carelessly onto the passenger seat before running his palms over your now exposed skin, his touch warm, reverent.

his fingers traced up your sides before cupping your tits through your bra, squeezing them, rolling the soft flesh in his hands.

“fuck, baby…” riki groaned, his eyes locked onto the way your tits spilled over the cups with every squeeze. he wasted no time unclasping your bra, tossing it aside before his mouth was on you.

his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking eagerly, his tongue flicking and swirling before he bit down just enough to make you gasp.

“riki—!” you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him closer as he lavished attention on your sensitive skin.

he hummed against your flesh, groaning softly each time you whimpered. his hands trailed down, gripping your ass firmly, kneading the soft flesh as he pulled you down harder against his growing bulge.

“are you gonna take my dick so well, baby?” he murmured against your ear, his breath hot, teasing.

he rolled your hips against him, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of how hard he was beneath you.

your body shuddered in response, a whimper escaping your lips as the pressure sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you.

he grinned, voice dropping into something dangerously low.

“yeah… just like that.”

his grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your flesh as he guided your movements, matching the eager roll of your hips with deep, deliberate thrusts of his own. every drag of his clothed length against your core sent jolts of pleasure shooting through you, making your breath hitch.

“riki—” your voice broke into a breathless moan as he bucked up against you, the friction pushing you closer to the edge.

he grunted in response, his hands sliding down to grab your ass, squeezing tightly before delivering a sharp, teasing smack that made you jolt.

then—he stopped.

his movements ceased entirely, holding you still on top of him, the lack of friction making you whimper in frustration. his hooded gaze met yours, lips slightly parted, his breathing uneven.

“fuck, baby…” his voice was husky, laced with restraint. “go to the back.”

you didn’t waste a second.

you scrambled off of him, climbing between the seats, maneuvering into the back where the space was tighter, more intimate. but just as you moved, riki’s hand came down again, delivering another playful slap to your ass, making you yelp softly.

he followed closely, his larger frame pressing against you as he settled in. his hands moved swiftly, tugging his hoodie over his head and tossing it aside, exposing the lean, defined muscles beneath. the dim light from the streetlamps outside cast shadows over the ridges of his toned abs, making your stomach tighten with anticipation.

his fingers fumbled with the waistband of your pants, tugging them down, his breath coming out heavier as he peeled them off.

then he saw you.

his eyes darkened, gaze locked onto your panties��already damp, the fabric clinging to the shape of your aching core.

his fingers reached out, running over the wet fabric, pressing just enough to make you gasp.

“already so fucking soaked, baby… fuck.”

his voice was thick with hunger, his thumb teasingly rubbing slow, lazy circles over your clothed clit, his other hand gripping your thigh to keep you still.

then, without warning, he lowered himself, his breath fanning against your heat as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties.

the soft sound of fabric tearing reached your ears, and you barely had time to react before you felt the cool air against your exposed folds.

“riki—” your moan was cut off by a sharp inhale as his tongue darted out, giving a slow, teasing lick over your clit.

your head tipped back against the leather seat, thighs trembling as he licked down, collecting your slick with every slow, agonizing stroke of his tongue.

“oh my fucking god, baby…” he whispered against your heat, his voice filled with pure reverence. “you taste so fucking good.”

his hands gripped your thighs, keeping them spread as his tongue worked you over, switching between broad, flat licks and quick flicks against your sensitive bundle of nerves. every flick of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure through your veins, making you squirm beneath him.

your fingers tangled in his dark hair, your back arching as he sucked lightly on your clit before releasing it with a wet pop.

“riki, please—please!” you were shameless now, desperate, your voice a breathy plea.

he pulled back slightly, his lips slick with your wetness as he hovered over you.

“baby, relax…” he murmured, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to your inner thigh before trailing his lips up your stomach, over the swell of your breasts, until his mouth found yours again.

the kiss was messy, heated—his tongue slipping past your lips as he deepened it, letting you taste yourself on him.

then, he shifted lower again, his fingers dragging down to your entrance, circling your untouched hole.

his dark eyes flicked up to meet yours, searching, waiting.

and when you nodded—when he saw the unspoken consent in your gaze—he finally pushed in.

his finger slipped inside slowly, stretching you open for the first time, the unfamiliar sensation making your body tense before pleasure quickly followed.

your back arched off the seat, a muffled moan swallowed by riki’s hungry lips as he kissed you again, deep and possessive.

his finger curled inside you, stroking your walls, testing your reactions.

“fuck, baby,” he whispered against your lips. “you feel so fucking tight.”

“gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby…” riki groaned, his voice thick with lust as he eased a second finger into your soaking heat.

your walls stretched around him, tightening as he curled his fingers just right, rubbing against the sensitive spot deep inside you. the slick, wet sounds filled the car, blending with the shallow, uneven breaths falling from your lips.

he was patient, working you open carefully, knowing you needed to be prepped to take him fully. riki wasn’t cocky about his size—he didn’t need to be. you’d seen it before, had felt it twitch in your hand when you stroked him, and the thought of it alone had made your legs weak. he had watched the way your eyes widened, your breath catching in your throat, and he knew there was no way he could just take you without properly preparing you first.

the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. he wanted this to be good for you—so good that you’d crave it, beg for it, lose yourself completely in the feeling of him.

so if teasing you, if making you whine and plead for him, was what it took to get you ready, then he’d do it a thousand times over.

your moans were breathless, needy, your head tipping back against the leather seat as pleasure rippled through you.

“please, riki! i want more… want you…” your voice was a desperate whimper, your chest rising and falling in uneven pants as his fingers continued their slow, devastating pace.

his lips curled into a smirk, his gaze locked on your flushed face, the way your body trembled, the way you clenched so tightly around his fingers.

“you’re gonna have me, baby,” he murmured, his voice dipping into something lower, something rougher. “gonna have my dick inside you, stretching you open, making you feel so fucking good, princess.”

your walls fluttered around him, and he felt it—felt the way his filthy words sent another rush of arousal flooding over his fingers, coating them in your slick.

his breath hitched slightly, his control fraying at the edges.

“you like that, don’t you?” he taunted, his pace quickening just slightly, dragging his fingers in and out of you with deliberate strokes, each one making your thighs twitch. “gonna take my fucking dick like the good girl you are, huh?”

his thumb pressed against your clit, circling it teasingly, sending another sharp jolt of pleasure straight through your core.

“fuck, yes! riki—yes, please!” you gasped, your voice breaking into a desperate cry, hips rocking into his touch.

he groaned at the sight of you—completely wrecked, completely at his mercy, already so desperate for him.

and fuck—he wasn’t going to make you wait much longer.

not when you were already so perfectly ready for him.

he slowly pulled his fingers from your soaked heat, the loss making you whimper softly. the air inside the car was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and need. his fingers glistened with your slick, and instead of wiping them away, he traced them over your parted lips, smearing the evidence of your arousal against your skin.

instinctively, you opened your mouth, taking his fingers in without hesitation, sucking them clean. your tongue swirled around them, tasting yourself as his darkened gaze locked onto yours.

“fuck…” riki groaned, the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around his fingers making his cock throb. his other hand fumbled with his belt, his need too overwhelming to move with any patience.

he shoved his pants down, kicking them off along with his boxers, finally discarding the last pieces of clothing between you.

your breath caught in your throat.

his cock stood tall, thick and flushed, beads of precum leaking from the tip, running down his shaft in glistening trails. your thighs squeezed together instinctively at the sheer size of him, anticipation pooling in your stomach.

he reached toward the center console, rummaging through the storage bin until he found what he was looking for—a condom packet.

but just as he brought it to his lips, ready to tear it open, your hand shot out, stopping him.

“please, riki… i can’t… need you so bad…”

your voice was barely above a whisper, laced with desperation, your fingers gripping his wrist as your body ached for more, for all of him.

he stilled, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

then, he chuckled softly, amused at your desperation as you tugged him closer.

“what?” he mused, tilting his head slightly, his voice dipping into something teasing. “you wanna take me raw?”

he raised a brow, watching you carefully, his hand still loosely holding the condom packet between his fingers.

you nodded furiously, no hesitation, your nails digging into his arm as you looked up at him with nothing but pure, unfiltered need.

if you were going to have your first time, you wanted to feel everything. every inch, every twitch, every pulse—without barriers. without restriction.

his jaw clenched, his grip tightening around his cock as he stroked himself slowly, spreading his leaking precum along his length.

“fucking naughty girl,” he muttered, his voice rough with lust. “wanna take me raw for your first time?”

his words sent a violent shudder through you, your body responding instantly.

he leaned down, aligning himself with your entrance, his cock running through your folds with expert precision, coating himself in your arousal.

a deep groan tore from his throat as his tip caught against your swollen clit, his length twitching against your soaked pussy.

“fuck… you’re so fucking wet for me…” he breathed, his eyes fixated on the way your slick coated him with every slow drag.

“ngh—!” your breath hitched as he slowly pushed himself inside, stretching you open for the first time.

the pressure was intense, the foreign sensation of his thick cock sinking into you making your body tense, but there was no pain—only the slow, delicious burn of being filled completely.

his breath was heavy, uneven, his fingers gripping your hips so tightly it was sure to leave bruises.

“oh, fuck, baby…” he groaned, his voice breaking slightly as he pushed deeper, feeling your tight walls clamp down around him. “you’re so fucking—oh god…”

his head dropped to the crook of your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin as he tried to steady himself.

he forced himself to stay still, to give you time to adjust, but it was so fucking hard when you were wrapped around him like this—so impossibly tight, so warm, squeezing him perfectly.

his dark eyes searched yours, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort.

but all he saw was lust.

your teeth sank into your bottom lip, brows furrowed, your body shivering as you took in every inch of him.

the sight alone made his control snap.

with one final push, he buried himself completely, his cock pressing deep, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed.

a strangled moan tore from your throat as your fingers clawed at his back, the overwhelming fullness making your body tremble.

he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, feeling the way your walls fluttered around him with every tiny movement.

his breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, “you ready, baby?”

and when you nodded, desperate and whimpering beneath him, he smirked.

his first thrust was slow—deep and deliberate—letting you feel every inch of him as he stretched you open. a low groan rumbled in his chest, his head tilting back slightly as he savored the way your warm, tight walls gripped him so perfectly, molding around him like you were made for him.

your nails dragged down his back at the sensation, leaving faint red trails in their wake. the sting only spurred him on, a quiet grunt slipping past his lips as his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

his hips rolled forward again, this time with more force, testing, watching for your reaction.

your mouth parted, a breathless moan escaping as your head tipped back against the seat, the overwhelming fullness making your body shudder beneath him.

that was all the encouragement he needed.

his slow, teasing thrusts quickly turned into something rougher, something deeper—each movement powerful, purposeful, slamming into you harder than the last.

“fuck,” he growled, his grip tightening on your waist, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he controlled your movements, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

his pace was relentless now, his cock plunging into you with a bruising intensity, filling you over and over again, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing inside the small, heated space of the car.

but he wasn’t satisfied yet.

his hands reached for one of your legs, lifting it effortlessly, pressing your knee up toward your chest as he adjusted his angle.

the new position made you cry out, your walls squeezing around him as he hit deeper, the blunt head of his cock brushing against that perfect spot inside you with every brutal thrust.

“fuck! this pussy’s taking me so fucking good, baby…” he grunted, his voice rough, laced with raw pleasure.

his head fell forward for a moment, his lips ghosting over your collarbone as his breathing grew ragged. his eyes briefly rolled back, his jaw clenched tight as he fought to keep control—fought to keep from spilling inside you too soon when you felt this good.

but then his gaze snapped back down to you.

and fuck—the sight alone could’ve undone him.

your face was wrecked, pure bliss written across every feature. your mouth hung open, broken moans spilling freely, completely unable to hold anything back.

your back arched beneath him, your fingers grasping at anything—his arms, his shoulders, his hair—desperate for something to ground you as the pleasure built higher, higher.

“fuck, yes, riki! yes!”

your voice was hoarse, breathless, your body trembling with every powerful thrust, and he could feel it—could feel you getting closer, feel the way your walls fluttered around him, tightening, pulling him in deeper.

his grip on you tightened, his pace growing even rougher, even more desperate.

“yeah? you like that, baby?” his voice was strained, breath hot against your skin as his thrusts turned into sharp, punishing strokes. “you like getting fucked like this? taking my dick like a good fucking girl?”

you couldn’t even respond, could only nod frantically, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form words.

he chuckled darkly, leaning in closer, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered,

“then fucking cum for me.”

he gripped your thighs, strong hands spreading them wider before pushing your legs up—both of them now bent, pressed tightly against your chest. the new angle made you cry out, your breath hitching as he fucked into you mercilessly, every brutal thrust sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your overstimulated body.

his cock drove deeper, hitting spots that had you gasping, eyes rolling back as your fingers clawed at the leather seat beneath you.

“fucking wet my dick, baby…” he groaned, his voice breaking into a moan as he felt your walls clench around him, gripping him like a vice.

one hand held your legs in place, keeping you spread and helpless beneath him, while the other trailed downward, his fingers finding your swollen, throbbing clit.

he pressed tight, slow circles against it, sending shockwaves through you, his touch perfectly in sync with the punishing rhythm of his thrusts.

“riki—! ahh! fuck! yes!” you sobbed, your body trembling, your mind slipping further into blissful haze as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your stomach.

your back arched, thighs shaking as your high hovered just out of reach, building, tightening, your body on the brink of complete destruction.

“fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned, eyes dark with hunger, watching the way you came undone beneath him. “clench that fucking pussy around me—shit, just like that—”

he cursed under his breath, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate, as he felt your walls pulsing around him, squeezing tighter, pulling him in.

with one final thrust, one perfect stroke of his fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves—

you shattered.

your body convulsed, a strangled cry ripping from your throat as pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave. your vision blurred, white-hot electricity shooting through your veins as your orgasm took over, your walls spasming, milking him for everything he had.

your entire body shook violently, your nails digging into his forearms, trying—failing—to ground yourself as the intensity of your release left you gasping for air.

“oh, shit!” riki moaned, voice strained, his own pleasure crashing into him.

he barely had time to pull out, his cock twitching as thick ropes of cum spilled onto your stomach, hot and messy, coating your skin as his breath came out in ragged pants.

his forehead dropped against your shoulder, his chest heaving against yours as he came down from his high, his body still shivering slightly in the aftermath.

for a moment, the only sound in the car was heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

then, slowly, riki lifted his head, his eyes softening as they met yours.

his fingers brushed against your flushed skin, sweeping away the damp strands of hair clinging to your forehead before he leaned down, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your cheek, trailing up to capture your lips in a slow, tender kiss.

“you okay, baby?” he whispered against your lips, his breath still uneven, warm against your skin.

you nodded weakly, too wrecked to form words, your body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks.

his lips curled into a small, satisfied smirk before he kissed you again, this time slower, gentler, his touch grounding you.

“you did so fucking good, baby,” he murmured, pulling you closer, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your thigh. “so fucking good for me…”

and as your breathing finally began to steady, as the warmth of his body surrounded you, you realized—you had never felt more completely his than in this moment.

natty’s notes ⤸ hoped you enjoyed!

[moonlightdreamzz]

baby … it’s that time of the month! — enhypen 🌷͙֒ᰔ

summary. you started your period this morning and your boyfriend is here to save the day. genre. fluff, a little crack, with slight smut (mentions of period sex) themes. established!relationship. author’s note. period’s suck. #motionkiller.

[callikari]

H.S.K.T — nishimura riki ᯓᡣ𐭩 𐀪𐀪

SYNOPSIS — being the ever-sunshine girlfriend you are, you love hopping on the latest trends and dragging your grumpy boyfriend, nishimura riki, into them. this time, it’s the h.s.k.t trend. but getting riki—who barely tolerates social media—to do a cutesy dance with you? yeah, good luck with that.

PAIRING — grumpy!riki x sunshine!fem!reader

GENRE(S) — written oneshot, established relationship, opposites attract, fluff, crack, social media shenanigans, boyfriend!riki, soft moments, mild teasing

WARNING(S) — playful banter, riki being a stubborn little shit, some dramatic reactions, reader using puppy eyes as a weapon, riki has a soft spot for reader

“riki, pleaseee,” you whined, tugging at his sleeve as he sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

he sighed, already knowing where this was going. “what is it now?”

“the h.s.k.t trend! i wanna do it with you.” you grinned, sitting cross-legged beside him, phone in hand.

he groaned, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. “do i have to?”

you pouted. “it’ll be cute.”

“you say that about everything.”

“because everything is cute when we do it together,” you shot back, nudging his arm.

riki let out a dramatic sigh, running a hand through his hair. “you know i don’t do tiktok dances like that…”

you immediately leaned closer, resting your chin on his shoulder. “but you’re literally the best dancer i know,” you mumbled, voice dripping with fake sadness.

he exhaled sharply, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “you’re so annoying.”

you beamed. “so you’ll do it?”

he looked at you for a long moment, the tiniest smirk playing at his lips. “one condition.”

you perked up. “anything!”

he turned his body toward you, leaning in slightly. “i get unlimited kisses after.”

your face heated up at his boldness, and you smacked his arm lightly. “riki!”

he laughed, standing up and stretching. “you asked for this.”

as he made his way to stand in front of your phone, already open to the audio, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. nishimura riki might act all grumpy, but when it came to you, he was hopeless.

AUTHORS NOTE — first fluff oneshot... What do we think lol....

© callikari -- all rights reserved

[orimuraa]

All I need is you on my side - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆dating gamer enhypen ⨾

۶ৎ gamer!enhypen x fem!reader ┆fluff┆kisses, headcanons┆wc 1.1k

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: idk why but i really love this idea so i hope it turned out okay 😭 reblogs and feedback are always appreciated 💗

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

let's get this straight

we all know hee is a big gamer nerd

so i feel like he would be the type of boyfriend who really loves having you on his lap while he plays

he's a streamer so the days where he decides to keep his camera off, he likes to have you with him

if he's yelling too loud into your ear, he will immediately mute and start apologizing

heeseung would be a bit anxious at first to let his fans know about you because he's worried about hate, but his fans are all super supportive of you guys

when he kisses you on stream, the chat goes wild, telling you two to "get a room"

gamer hee is overall so happy to have you by his side and he loves you very much

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

at first, jay would be very hesitant about letting his fanbase know a lot about him, but he later on grows to realize that his fans are all so supportive of him

so that's when he will start bringing you into streams if you're comfy

it started with a late night stream where you were bundled in the big white comforter, sitting on the bed and watching your boyfriend play when his chat noticed you

they kept spamming the chat with "who's the cutie behind you?" or "jay can pull?" or "jay, i love you, but i'm gonna steal that girl from you"

it made jay chuckle once he realized what was going on and so he muted himself before asking if you wanted to say hi

he slowly introduced you and said you were his amazing girlfriend (to which you blushed very hard at) before letting you go with a kiss on the cheek

his whole chat went wild and jay made a mental note that he'll include you more

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

just like hee, jakey here is a huge gamer as well

he's just so grateful for his fans so he loves being super open and honest with them

so, with your permission, jake will tell them about you and maybe even bring you onto stream sometimes

while jake is gaming, you're usually bundled up on the bed watching him or falling asleep

jake tries very hard not to wake you but if he happens to shout too loud, he'll immediately cup his hand over his mouth before rushing over to you, lulling you back to sleep with his magical kisses and small apologies

you often times just admire jake when he streams, not paying any attention to the game but more on how amazing and handsome your boyfriend is

oh! alsoo, his chat may or may not love you more than him >o<

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

i'm going to be very honest right now, i do not believe that sunghoon's fans found out about you via a gaming stream

i feel like it would be one of those "building furniture from ikea, come watch me suffer" types of streams and sunghoon would just casually be answering Q&A's when someone asks if he had a gf

he would smirk before nodding and saying "i do indeed, chat. would you like to meet her?" and then rush to go ask you if you wanna say hello

but besides that, he would actually start playing less violent games because of you

he would start an animal crossing stream in the mix of all his COD or whatever streams, knowing that you would come running to play animal crossing with him

sunghoon's happiest when he sees you enjoying something he treasures a lot and he especially loves teaching you how to play certain games

and we can't forget the teasing <3

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

i lowkey think that sunoo would just stream and play things like zelda breath of the wild, animal crossing, or stardew valley

he's just a chill guy <3

so often times, he'll have you in his lap when he streams and plays his chill games

his chat is always happy to see you there and while sunoo is focused on gaming, you interact with the chat and get to know them better

you sit in the comfortable silence, the clicking of his keyboard and the hum of his pc being the only noise

you like to think that other people find the comfort in sunoo's streams just like you do

coming home after a long day and then being able to just relax with sunoo as he games, giggling when you read the things his chat says

yeah...he's your definition of comfort streamer

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

jungwon is naturally very protective of you and so when he introduced you to his chat and fans, he made sure that they were very respectful to you and he would spend hours scrolling through comments, reporting any hate

he does love having you with him while he streams though

seeing you interact with his chat while he plays games with his friends always makes him smile

his chat names him "#1 y/n simp" because one time, he thought he turned off the camera but he must've missed because his whole audience saw him get up and shower you in kisses before going back to his game

he was definitely trending on sns the next day

not to mention, won also loves showing you off though

like i feel like he's the type to playfully be like "i have a gf and you don't" in a teasing manner

but despite this silliness, he locks in on the games when needed, knowing you understand

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

ni-ki would definitely be the type to start out by not showing your face on streams for privacy, but letting his chat know that you exist

but you soon realized that you wouldn't mind being on stream and so the day he revealed you, his chat went crazy

they all love you a lot and they adore seeing you on ni-ki's lap as he games

you're like his cheerleader

you have no idea what's going on in the game but you will clap for him every time you're sure something good happened

if you reward him with a kiss, he'll turn very red and shy before scolding his chat for spamming "simp"

ni-ki can be very noisy when he games sometimes so you have to remind him to keep it down a bit

his apology is a bunch of kisses and a couple whispered apologies

he's tough on stream but only you can bring out the softer side of him, making the chat love you even more

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @miukidoll

[r1kixss]

trigger warning: a humble opinion of a humble writer, please do scroll if you feel uncomfortable

im TIRED of yall posting riki fics that do NOT sound like him at all

no, he wouldn't call you baby girl or princess

no, he wouldn't dirty talk to you about how much he loves your pussy and would NOT describe what he'll do to you in detail

no, he wouldn't text you i miss you princess❤️🤧🤧 unironically

AND NO HE WOULDNT BABY TALK???

and NO he would not be into spitting on you, hitting or any sick shit grow tf up and go see a therapist LIKE WHATTTT "its just fiction"???? i might murd3r you for the sake of fiction and make the world a better place

yall are so cringe im sick of this i might just quit bro

like is it the same riki we're talking about?? or are you just using his face as a face claim for your imaginary character 😭😭😭

shout out to normal creators love yall❤️

[ni-kidaily]

AirDrop 🤳

[bang-chan-my-man]

[enhani-ki]

oohh, ur latest ask made me wonder 🤔 what do u think ni-ki’s ideal type would be?🙂‍↕️ (physical appearance & personality-wise)

im kinda curious whether he would be into girls w the same style as him or the opposite (more girly !)

idk if this makes sense, I just wanna hear ur thoughts :3

⟢ omg, this is hard! but hear me out…

physical appearance: short hair, maybe a little taller than average (rip) but if the face card never declines then height really doesn't even matter anymore, lol. also, since he's got big hands, he might like it more if he could grip some ass or titties, could be thighs too :) but there might be size kinks there so idk >< his partner could have a similar style cause it'll look good and matching but honestly... the bad boy style and i'm just a girl look would be so crazy and cute so he likes that more, imagine walking while holding hands together with him looking like that T T

personality-wise: he might like someone easygoing, funny especially during gatherings with just close friends and family but also with a little flirty, snobby or unfriendly attitude towards everyone else, enough to make him go, damn, girl? i'll put you in your place.

[hadesss8]

You can rig the Game, but you cant fake influence

[rizzmura]

under your skin; what are we doing

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.: 2.7k

chapter four synopsis: things get complicated as you try to navigate this new dynamic. are you friends? enemies? something more? niki is all mixed signals, and you can't figure out if you’re supposed to love him or hate him. every step forward feels like two steps back, and your feelings grow more confusing by the day... but niki makes his decision by kissing... someone who wasnt you.

the kiss still lingered in your mind, but you couldn’t let it consume you—not with everything else going on. you told yourself it was just a moment, a fluke. but the tension between you and niki was like a constant hum in the background, a buzz you couldn’t shake. it was annoying, distracting—yet undeniably intriguing.

you had never been more frustrated in your life.

it was a regular day at the café, your favorite spot for a little peace and quiet. or so you thought. you were trying to focus on some work when you heard a familiar voice—loud, cocky, as always.

“working hard or hardly working?” niki’s voice broke through the air like a wrecking ball.

you rolled your eyes, not even looking up. “what do you want, niki?”

you heard the soft scrape of a chair, and before you knew it, his figure was looming over you, that damn smirk of his plastered across his face. it was maddening.

“just thought i’d join you,” he said, settling into the seat across from you without asking. “you always look so serious when you’re here. what’s the fun in that?”

you shot him a side-eye but didn’t respond. it was clear by now he liked to get under your skin, and you had learned to deal with it—barely.

“so, what are we doing here today?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to figure you out.

“trying to get some work done,” you muttered, but his presence alone made it nearly impossible. you tried to focus on the screen, typing out the words as if the task would somehow help you ignore him. but it was useless. niki was always there, always in the way.

“work, huh?” niki grinned. “don’t tell me you’re actually productive in here. i thought this was your little hideout to avoid the world.”

you glared at him, but he didn’t even flinch. if anything, his smirk only deepened. “maybe i just prefer peace and quiet, something you clearly don’t understand.”

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your attempt to shut him down. “i get peace and quiet just fine. i can be quiet when i want to be.” his gaze lingered on you for a beat too long. “but you don’t seem to like it when i’m quiet, do you?”

the words stung more than they should have. you didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. something about his presence—his cocky, infuriating presence—was impossible to ignore. the last few weeks had only made it worse. and the kiss? that was just a blip on your radar, right? a one-time thing. a stupid mistake. you weren’t going to think about it.

“not really,” you snapped, trying to recover. “but i’ve learned to deal with it.”

he chuckled, a sound that made your stomach twist. “you’re lying. you love the way i get under your skin. it’s cute.”

your face flushed with frustration. “cute?” you shook your head, exasperated. “you’re so annoying.”

“and yet, here we are,” niki replied smoothly, his eyes sparkling with that damned arrogance. “you’ve got me here, sitting across from you, talking to you. so what does that say about you, huh?”

the words hit you harder than you expected, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. it was true. he was right. you couldn’t ignore him, couldn’t push him away, no matter how much you tried. it was like he had a permanent place in your mind, whether you wanted him there or not.

“are we friends, or enemies, niki?” you asked before you could stop yourself, the question hanging in the air like a loaded gun.

niki tilted his head, his grin widening. “i think we’re something else entirely,” he said, voice teasing. “but maybe you’re too scared to admit it.”

your pulse quickened, but you kept your expression neutral, trying to hide the growing uncertainty in your chest. “what the hell does that even mean?”

“oh, i think you know exactly what i mean,” he replied, leaning forward slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “but i’m not going to make it easy for you. you’re smart—figure it out.”

before you could respond, niki stood up, pushing his chair back with a loud scrape that made you flinch. he flashed you one last look, that damn teasing smile on his face. “i’ll leave you to it,” he said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

“you’re such an asshole,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

“yeah, i know,” niki called over his shoulder, his voice dripping with amusement. “but you can’t seem to get enough of me, can you?”

you watched him walk away, your heart pounding in your chest. it was like he always had the last word, and you hated it. you hated the way your pulse raced whenever he was around, the way he could make your blood boil and your heart flutter at the same time.

you were getting caught in a web, and no matter how much you tried to pull away, you couldn’t escape.

what were you doing? what was this? it felt like you were spinning in circles, chasing your own tail, unable to break free.

the more you tried to distance yourself from him, the more you realized: maybe you didn’t want to.

the café felt quieter now, almost unnervingly so, after niki walked out. you tried to focus on your work again, but it was impossible. his words, his smirk, his entire presence—everything about him lingered in the space like a ghost, haunting you, and you hated it. hated that you couldn’t just brush him off like you did with everyone else.

you tapped your fingers against the desk, trying to ignore the way your mind kept wandering back to him. figure it out. that’s what he said. like it was some kind of challenge, one that you had no choice but to take on. the audacity. the nerve. and yet, here you were, stuck in your own tangled mess of feelings that made no sense at all.

it was clear by now that niki wasn’t making this easy. he wasn’t going to just disappear and let you move on. every time you thought you had it figured out, he showed up again, a damn mystery wrapped in an enigma that made your heart race and your head spin.

you sighed heavily, leaning back in your chair. maybe you were overthinking it. maybe you should just let it go—tell yourself that the kiss, the arguments, the tension, were all just... meaningless. a silly game that had gotten out of hand.

but when your phone buzzed, you glanced down and froze. a text from niki.

“you looked cute when you were mad. just thought you should know.”

your heart skipped a beat, and you bit your lip, resisting the urge to throw your phone across the room. it was so typical of him to send something so infuriatingly casual, like he didn’t just blow your entire emotional equilibrium to pieces with that simple message.

you could feel your anger bubbling up again, but also something else—something sharp, something that made your skin feel hot and your pulse quicken. you didn’t want to admit it, but you missed the banter, the push and pull, the strange game you’d been playing since the moment you met him. as much as you hated it, you missed him.

you typed out a quick reply, fingers trembling with frustration and maybe something else.

“go to hell, niki.”

it was childish, sure. but it was the only response you had in the moment. you hit send, set your phone down, and tried to focus again, praying that this time, you could actually get some work done.

but then, your phone buzzed again.

“that’s the best you’ve got? you’re slipping.”

you groaned, slumping in your seat. he was impossible. was there no end to the games he played, no line he wouldn’t cross to get under your skin?

you opened your mouth to type another scathing retort, but before you could, the door to the café opened again. your stomach dropped when you saw him walk in—niki, of course. he spotted you immediately, his eyes lighting up in that all-too-familiar way. and then, as if nothing had happened, he was walking toward your table like he owned the place.

your chest tightened, but you refused to acknowledge it. you forced yourself to keep your expression neutral, even though the last thing you wanted was to deal with him right now.

niki pulled out the chair across from you without asking, settling into it like he had every right to be there.

“you know, i thought about what you said,” he began, his voice light, teasing, as if the moment before hadn’t happened at all. “and i think you’re right. you should really stop texting me back. it’s not good for you.”

you stared at him, biting back a sarcastic laugh. “werent you just here, asshole.”

he shrugged, clearly unfazed. “yeah and i came back, plus i’m just saying. if you didn’t respond, maybe i wouldn’t have to annoy you so much.”

you couldn’t stop yourself from snorting, the laugh coming out sharper than you intended. “yeah, because you’re so easy to ignore.”

a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “that’s the fun part, isn’t it? you pretend like you don’t want to talk to me, but we both know better.”

your heart gave a strange, uncomfortable lurch at the implication, but you pushed it down. no. not today, not ever.

“keep dreaming, niki.” you tried to keep your voice steady, but there was a hint of something in your tone that even you couldn’t ignore. a challenge, maybe. or something more dangerous. you weren’t sure which.

but niki wasn’t letting it go. he leaned in closer, lowering his voice just enough for you to hear, but not enough for anyone else to.

“you want to pretend you don’t feel it?” he said, his gaze intense now, a far cry from his usual teasing. “pretend that you don’t feel something whenever i’m around?” he paused, letting the words hang between you. “we both know it’s there.”

you swallowed hard, every instinct in you telling you to push him away, to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. but the truth was, you did feel it. and it terrified you.

“so what, now you’re going to admit it?” you snapped, hoping to put the question back on him. to turn the tables, make him the one feeling exposed.

but niki just leaned back in his chair, that infuriating smirk returning. “no need to admit anything, sweetheart. we both know the score.”

you opened your mouth to argue, but then you stopped yourself. he was right. you both knew what was happening, even if neither of you wanted to fully acknowledge it.

for a moment, the air between you felt charged, thick with something unspoken. you could feel the pull again, that damn magnetic attraction that made your skin itch and your heart race. and yet, you both danced around it, pretending that you didn’t know what was happening.

maybe that was the game all along.

“i’m not the one with the problem,” you said, forcing your voice to stay steady.

“no, you’re not,” niki replied, his grin still there, but there was something else in his eyes now—something deeper, something that made you question just how much of this was a game. “but i think we both know you’re not really mad at me.”

you didn’t answer. because the truth was, you weren’t mad. at least, not the way you should have been.

you were just... caught. and no matter how hard you tried to deny it, the lines between hate and something else were getting blurrier by the second.

《》

tag list

@ramenoil @strawberrynull @si3rren @rikidaze @yangjungwonnie @hehabi @ijustreallylike2read

[bambevan]

can I die because of how cute riki is, please?

Valentine’s Day was late? Nah, love hits right on time. — Niki 💗

Nishimura Riki - 05 line!

[callikari]

misunderstood — nishimura riki

SYNOPSIS — at a college party, you and riki find yourselves in the same space for the first time in weeks. things between you two have been tense lately, but you’re hoping tonight will be different. everything seems to be going fine until riki cracks a joke that hits you the wrong way. what was meant to be playful teasing from him ends up making you feel hurt and frustrated. you leave the party early, but the misunderstanding only deepens when you both exchange text messages, trying to figure out what went wrong.

PAIRING .ᐟ.ᐟ — riki x fem! reader

GENRE(S) ᝰ.ᐟ — angst, miscommunication, romance, emotional tension, heartache

WARNING(S) .ᐟ.ᐟ — emotional tension, miscommunication, hurt/comfort, text-based angst, feelings of isolation, unresolved feelings

the party was loud, filled with chatter and music, but for the first time in a while, you were actually enjoying yourself. after weeks of avoiding riki and the tension between you two, things finally felt like they were moving in the right direction. you and riki had managed to have a few real conversations again, and the unease that had been hanging over both of you seemed to be fading.

you caught riki across the room, laughing with his friends—something that felt familiar, comforting. he looked over and met your eyes, his smile widening. you felt your heart do that little flip, a mix of nervousness and excitement. maybe things would finally go back to how they were before everything got so complicated.

you made your way toward him, and when he saw you, he grinned. “hey, you made it,” he said, his voice light, almost like nothing had ever happened between you two.

“yeah, was hard to say no to a party that’s practically in my dorm building,” you said with a chuckle. you were both standing at the edge of a group of his friends, and they greeted you with nods and half-smiles, but it was riki who caught your attention the most.

you spent the next few minutes catching up, talking about random things, the conversation flowing easily. it felt natural, like old times. but then, without warning, riki said something that made your stomach drop.

“y/n’s the kind of person who spends all night studying,” he said, loud enough for everyone around to hear. “I’m surprised she even made it to the party tonight. didn’t think she was capable of letting loose.”

the group chuckled, and at first, you tried to laugh along with them. but something about his tone—the way he said it so casually—felt like a jab, like he was making fun of you. you had been working hard lately, and it wasn’t like you didn’t know how to have fun. yet here riki was, making it seem like you were some kind of boring overachiever who didn’t know how to relax.

you felt your smile falter, but you quickly regained composure, shrugging it off. “guess you’re right. can’t always be the life of the party like you, huh?”

riki didn’t seem to catch the shift in your mood. he grinned, clearly still in a teasing mood. “nah, I just know how to balance things out,” he said. “maybe you should try it sometime. lightening up, I mean.”

his friends laughed again, but this time, it didn’t feel funny. you weren’t sure if it was the way he said it, or the way his friends just let it slide. either way, you couldn’t shake the sting of his words. you forced a smile, trying to play it off, but the more you thought about it, the worse it made you feel.

“maybe I’ll take your advice,” you said, your voice quieter than usual. you weren’t sure why it was bothering you so much, but you excused yourself from the group shortly after. you needed some air, maybe some space to think. riki’s voice trailed behind you as you walked away, but you didn’t look back.

after you left the party early, you spent the rest of the night with a heavy feeling in your chest. you couldn’t help but replay what had happened, wondering if you were overreacting. you were never the type to let comments get under your skin, but this one—this one felt different.

as you sat in your room, you heard the buzz of your phone. it was a text from riki.

you stared at the message, your chest tight, hoping—no, praying—that he would say something else. but the screen stayed empty. no reply. no apology.

just silence.

your phone buzzed a few minutes later. a new message popped up, but when you saw who it was from, your stomach twisted.

it wasn’t riki. it was your friend. but you couldn’t shake the feeling that everything had just changed.

AUTHORS NOTE — what do we think of my first smau?😭 ALSO.... this format is heavily inspired by one of my fav writers so im lowkey scared!

© callikari — all rights reserved

[berrychar]

Extra Sugar, Please

Synopsis → where ni-ki a famous gamer/streamer, finds a new cafe to get coffe every morning for his six friends, but this simple errand turns into daily chaotic encounters. Will the friendship continue to develop or will something or someone break them apart?

Pairing → Gamer!Ni-ki x Barista!FL/fem reader

genre → smau, romance, chaos, and written chapters.

featuring → all of enhypen, njz minji, nmixx sullyoon, twice sana, and others!

faceclaim → face claims for the FL/femreader is only for pictorial purposes! In no way shape or form am I shipping the idol with her!!( @ ___solvely___ on insta )

notice → many kys jokes, swearing/profanity, nsfw jokes! everything is just for laughs and fun!! (And for the plot). Time stamps should be ignored!!

started → 20250219

status → ongoing

taglist ! if you do want to be tagged for a chapter please do ask in the comments, or if you want to be a permanent tag for this story!

char’s note → please excuse if there are any typos! (I lowkey binge read so many enhypen smaus and was plotting for my own haha ㅠㅠ) But yes! Credits to all the writers who made a smau for enhypen before me!

please don’t spam like on any authors page!!, it’ll shadow-ban your authors works and create less engagement! <3

chapters & proflies

sugar & spice — alt+f4

001! seven coffees and one attitude problem

002! live, laugh, love, livestream

003! brewing trouble

004!

005!

006!

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NIKI - The Ball of the Condemned ( slight smut )

Y/N, a dancer who aspires to be immortalized on stage, makes a pact with Niki, a demon who demands that she perform intimate and seductive dances for an audience composed of damned souls. Each performance intensifies her skill and fame, but also deepens her connection with the underworld, and what intensifies the most is Niki's attraction to her.

Pairing: Niki Demon X FemReader (Masterlist)

Genre: Slight Smut

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises

The hall was a cathedral of perdition, with arches of intertwined bones and walls pulsating as if they were alive. Phantom candelabras cast spectral light, flickering over the faces of an audience made up of damned souls — creatures disfigured by sin, but with eyes fixed on Y/N with insatiable hunger.

Her red dress seemed made of congealed blood, molding to her body like a second skin. As she glided towards the stage, the sound of her heels was an echo that resonated in the hearts of the audience and, even more so, in Niki's, who watched her from the shadows.

Niki: Still hesitating? (his voice came low, almost a purr that scratched her ears like a predatory cat playing with its prey)

She turned, meeting his eyes: two live embers, like windows to a private hell. The cruel perfection of his features contrasted with the palpable darkness that surrounded him.

Y/N: It's not hesitation. It's control (Y/N replied, their voice firm but with the heat of a veiled threat)

Niki's smile was slow, a malicious curve that said more than any word. He approached like a living shadow, until he was close enough for his warmth to touch her skin.

Niki: Control... (he let the word slip out like a sigh, his eyes dropping to her lips before returning to her eyes) We'll see how much of that control is left when this is over tonight.

Niki: This is not an ordinary stage, my dear. (his voice was low, an invitation and a threat) Here, every movement of yours is a spell, every glance a torment for those who watch. You feel that, don't you? The power, the lust... growing inside you.

A shiver ran down Y/N's spine, but it wasn't fear. It was something deeper, more visceral. The heat of his presence seemed to lick her skin, awakening sensations she could barely contain.

Y/N: What if I fail? (asked, the voice failing to hide their vulnerability)

He laughed, a hoarse laugh that made the air around vibrate.

Niki: You're not going. I chose you for a reason. (he raised a hand and touched her face with the tips of his fingers. The touch was brief, but laden with a silent promise) Go, my dancer. Show them what it means to dance with the soul.

When she finally stepped onto the stage, the melody that began to play seemed composed of distant screams and lost promises. Each movement of Y/N was an enchantment, a dance that evoked the essence of desire and suffering. Her hips swayed in a hypnotic cadence, and every curve of her body seemed an invitation to the abyss.

Niki's eyes didn't leave hers for a moment. There was something in his movements as he watched her, as if each turn, each arch of her back was shaping him. He wasn't the predator there. She was.

When the last note faded, the hall erupted in applause and deafening cheers, but Y/N only heard Niki's heavy breathing. He was by her side before she realized, the palms of his hands burning against her skin as he guided her off the stage.

In the dressing room, the tension exploded like a wire stretched to its limit.

Niki: Tonight you were...

Niki started, but stopped, observing her as if she were something he still couldn't comprehend.

Y/N took off the dress in a firm movement, exposing the hot and sweaty skin from the effort of the dance. His eyes burned, as if seeing her body were a sentence he had condemned himself.

Y/N: Don't say anything, Niki (she interrupted, stepping closer and lifting his chin with her finger) Just... show me.

He didn't hesitate. His hands slid over her waist with the strength of a demon and the delicacy of a lover. The kiss he stole from her lips was a mixture of lust and desperation, as if each moment were the last.

Niki pushed her against the table, sweeping the objects off with a single motion before lifting Y/N and sitting her there. He knelt between her legs, his eyes fixed on hers as he kissed her skin, like a worshiper before his deity, his lips found her drenched intimacy, and with mastery, he licked her.

Niki: You have no idea what you're doing to me (he murmured against her skin, his teeth grazing the curve of her waist before descending)

Y/N pulled him by the hair, forcing him to look at her.

Y/N: And you think I don't know what you're doing to me?

His smile was grim, as if that provocation was exactly what he had been waiting for. Niki stood up, taking off his shirt and revealing a torso marked with ancient runes that seemed to glow with an inner light.

He took Y/N in his arms and laid her on the nearby sofa, each movement a reminder of his supernatural strength. He was intense, but each touch seemed dedicated to adoring her, as if she were the center of his universe.

When he finally entered her, the room seemed to disappear. It was as if every touch, every movement was a storm, dragging them into a world where pain and pleasure were indistinguishable. Her body arched against his, her nails scratching his back, leaving marks that he seemed to savor.

Niki: Say my name (he whispered, his eyes burning like glowing coals)

Y/N: Niki... (her voice was a moan, but laden with authority)

He held her tighter.

When the climax came, it was like thunder reverberating through their bodies. She screamed, and he followed, his face buried in her neck as their bodies trembled together.

For a moment, time stood still. Only their heavy breathing filled the space.

Niki: You destroy me, Y/N (whispered, with a broken voice, eyes shining with something that seemed deeper than lust) Thank you... for everything.

He kissed her forehead, a gesture that seemed as intimate as the act itself. Y/N, breathless, smiled softly, knowing that in that moment she had reached not only his heart but something even darker and more powerful.

However, deep down in her mind, she knew that this pact would still come with a price that neither of them was ready to pay.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿