#Nishimura riki smut

[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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[enhani-ki]

HII I LOVE UR FICS!! I had a suggestion.. what about jealous riki whos clingy and whiny all day so reader kinda ignores it thinking his jealousy is childish so he gets mad and takes out his frustration by fucking her? Just a thought! (keep up w the good work <33 I really love reading your fics)

jealousy, jealousy - reader x ni-ki

warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, etc.

you were in bed alone and bored out of your mind.

sighing, you got up and wandered into the living room where you saw your angry boyfriend lying on the couch, silently scrolling through his phone.

it's your damn coworker's fault.

your new coworker had been texting you nonstop for help, ni-ki noticed and when he came to pick you up earlier today, he saw the guy touching your leg to steady you while you were on the ladder, reaching for something and on top of that, he was being clingy to you and you're pushing him off all week. he let it go but he saw you glued to your phone again so he got fed up and finally asked, "who's that?"

"hm? oh, my coworker again. i left early with you so he's just asking where to put things."

ni-ki stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing slow kisses to your shoulder. "can't he ask someone else?"

"well, he's new and i think he's more comfortable asking me. he might be shy, you know?"

"shy, my ass." ni-ki pulled back slightly, clearly annoyed. "why is he only comfortable with you?"

you pulled away completely from his hug. "i don't know, you're asking a weird question."

"no, i'm not." he stepped closer. "does he know you have a boyfriend?"

you furrowed your brows. "no?"

"why?"

"because he didn't ask and why would i randomly say, 'oh, i have a boyfriend'?"

ni-ki chuckled dryly. "tell him he can quit his job if he has to bother you like this."

"what the hell is your problem?"

now, he wouldn't talk to you.

you sat down on the couch beside him, "babe… i'm sorry…" you finally apologized. your boyfriend trusts you, you know he's never pushy and would never ask something weird unless it's genuinely bothering him.

he ignored your apology. just like how you ignored him.

you lay beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

you started kissing his shoulder, his arm, his neck... just small, soft kisses to try to get something out of him.

then your fingers trailed down his arm, over his stomach where he was warm and you can feel his firm muscles under your touch.

you tangled your leg with his. "ni-ki..." you called out but still, nothing.

fine.

you swung your leg over his lap, pressing your chest against his as you kissed down his neck, sucking it lightly but ni-ki still held onto his phone like he wasn't affected.

your body started craving his warmth, not sure if it is because he was refusing to touch you.

"talk to me..." you whined softly, pressing your thigh between his, rubbing against him just enough to make your intentions clear.

and when he didn't respond, you couldn't wait anymore, you removed your shirt slowly while looking at him before leaning in again to give kisses to his body.

and ni-ki bit his lip, he was watching you in his peripheral vision, fighting the urge to shove his face down to your tits.

he wanted to, but... maybe later? because you have to work for his forgiveness.

your mouth trailed down his neck again, along his collarbone, down to his chest. his abs tensed as you kissed a path lower, following the v of his hips.

and even though he's acting like a bitch, his body was betraying him because you could literally see his dick straining against his pants now, so you hurried and unfastened it to free him.

he groaned silently when he felt your cold hand wrapped around his cock. you gave it a slow pump but you took him into your mouth seconds later, moaning at the taste of him.

ni-ki's phone fell from his hands, "oh f-fuck..." he said, gripping in the cushion.

it's like you were making out with his cock.

you were bobbing your head, sucking and deepthroating him while your free hand was cupping his balls, where he was sensitive. you rolled them in your palm, his dick throbbed inside your mouth.

his legs were starting to move, you knew he was about to cum so you stopped. "wha-" ni-ki was about to complain but stopped himself.

his eyes followed your every move, you tossed your panties on his face harshly before laying down beside him. you pressed your back against his chest, lining his cock in your entrance.

and then you started rolling your hips slowly, his long thick cock was stretching your wet walls so you had to pause, "oh god..." you breathed out, bracing your hands on his thighs for support.

ni-ki hissed, trying to hold still and let you take the lead, his hands gripped your hips but it's only held you steady. still not helping to work you open even though it was so hard not to thrust up into your tight hole.

and you kept slipping off his length, you're so used to him pounding and stretching you open so now you're having trouble using him for yourself.

tears started to form in your eyes and a sob got caught in your throat as you rode him desperately to chase your release.

"please," you gasped out, clenching around him because you're already close. "i...i need you to touch me, baby." you moved faster, ni-ki's grip on your hips tightened, his thick shaft was pulsing inside but he still hadn't touched you how you needed him to.

then you pulled away and stood up, ready to walk away as angry tears streamed down your face because you can't cum.

ni-ki stood up too, grabbing your wrist right away and pulled you right back "don't be mad..." he chuckled and kissed you. "i'm supposed to be the angry one, right?"

you rolled your eyes and he knelt down, you were so wet that he had to lick some of it first.

it's okay, he's thirsty anyways.

ni-ki turned you around on your shaky legs, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind your back with one hand while the other slid up to your throat, his fingers were pressing just the right spots at the sides to slow the blood flow, making your head feel light.

and the new position had him hitting deeper. you can feel the tip of his dick hit your cervix, making your mind blank than it already is. usually, ni-ki would talk to you while having sex but right now, he can't think of anything aside from being angry and jealous, even ignoring the fact that you already had multiple orgasms.

his grunts and groans filled the room, along with the obscene sound of skins slapping against the other, and even though his legs were starting to ache, he couldn't stop, he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied... though he had to slow down now when he felt your pussy tightens and getting even more wet... oh, you cummed again... your body started losing balance.

"shit-" he cursed, releasing your wrists and held your body gently. "sorry..." he added, quickly pressing a kiss to you cheek then gently helped you lay on the bed.

he put your trembling legs over his shoulders. you both watched him put his cock back inside, to slide in and out.

it hurts so good, you pulled his hair. ni-ki's cock felt even bigger than usual, giving you more pleasure and pain. "fuck, baby...so tight..."

you could feel your orgasm building building again, tight in your core. "cum..." he demanded hotly against your ear. "soak my dick more."

ni-ki buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hips were already stuttering. and he looked so good, biting his lips and shit.

after you came, ni-ki wiped your tears before bringing his fingers to your lips. "open your mouth, baby."

ni-ki pulled out abruptly and stood to press his cock to your mouth. cursing and moaning your name as he pumped his hot load onto your tongue before collapsing next to you, he could barely feel his legs.

then he let out a breathless chuckle after he saw you. "you look like a mess."

"whose fault is that?"

he smiled and hugged you. "yours..." ni-ki said, then he sat up. "be right back."

you whined, tightening your grip around his arm. "nooo, stay."

he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before gently prying your arms off him. "i gotta clean you up, baby. we're both messy."

hours later, you woke up and stretched your limbs, only to feel a familiar weight beside you. ni-ki was still half-asleep, his arm were resting over your waist, your legs were tangled together with his.

"you okay?" he asked, his voice deep and a little raspy.

"mhmm..."

ni-ki kissed your shoulder. "you sure?"

you grinned sleepily, peeking up at him. "yes, you stopped ignoring me."

"because i was mad earlier." he pinched your side lightly, making you squirm. "and you just kept pushing it, it's so annoying."

you giggled, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "then stop being mad at me over stupid things."

"stupid things? that dude was all over you." he huffed, "touching your leg, texting you all day… if i didn't come pick you up, who knows what you would've let him do."

you rolled your eyes. "what? first of all, i won't let him do anything. second, he was just helping to steady me."

"next time, let the ladder steady you.." he grumbled. "did you tell him?"

you groaned, turning to bury your face into your pillow. "ni-ki, seriously?"

you don't know why he'd ask that, he's literally sleeping with you all this time and you don't even know where you put that stupid phone.

he placed his head on his hand, propping himself up on one elbow, staring down at you with messy hair and sleepy eyes. "did you tell him you have a boyfriend?"

"good morning to me."

ni-ki ignored your sarcasm, nudging your cheek with his nose. "did you?"

you ignored him, hoping he'll let it go if you stayed quiet.

ni-ki groaned, rolling onto his side and throwing a leg over yours to trap you in place. "you didn't, did you?"

"ni-ki..."

"i don't get what's so hard about it."

"it's not hard..." you muttered, already feeling exhausted. "go find my phone."

"it's not there?"

you shook your head.

"okay, do it later."

you facepalmed.

then he dramatically collapsed onto you. "babe, what if he thinks he has a chance? what if he texts you again today? what if he-"

you covered his mouth.

his lips curved into a grin against your palm before he licked it.

you yelped, pulling your hand back as he laughed.

he grinned again before leaning in, his voice turned into a whiny murmur. "just tell him later, okay?"

at this point, you knew he wasn't jealous anymore. he's just doing this to annoy you.

"yes, i'll tell him today."

"promise?"

"yes, promise!"

he squinted his eyes at you. "say it nicely."

you rolled your eyes but just played along, cupping his face. "ni-ki, my wonderful, stubborn boyfriend, i promise i will inform that guy today that i have a boyfriend."

he hummed, satisfied, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"can i go back to sleep now?"

ni-ki pretended to think for a moment before shaking his head. "nope. i'm awake, so you have to be, too."

a/n: hi, this is very late so forgive me T T but i hope you'll like it

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[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.

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[gyumazing]

Soft Dom Ni-ki who goes feral over your cute whimpers and moans.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who bites your neck whenever you protest as he gives you visible love marks.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who loves to lay his hand flat on your abdomen, fascinated by how small you are beneath him.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who lets out a sharp curse whenever he feels the outline of himself against your skin.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who buries his face on your neck, grumbling about how perfect you are as he trusts himself deeper and deeper into you.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who fucks you relentlessly, making you see stars as you cry his name out like a broken record.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who urges you to keep your eyes open, not breaking eye contact with you.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who pauses every other minute, biting his lips as he scans your naked body in all its glory, smirking a little as he reminds himself that this isn't a dream. You are his. All his.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who talks to you through it all, making sure that you're all good and enjoying everything.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who chuckles at the way you hold onto his neck tighter as it gets too rough, proceeding to pin your hands above your head instead.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who nearly loses control right then and there when he sees you crying from too much pleasure.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who turns into a sloppy whimpering mess the moment he reaches his high, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who pushes his seed back into you with a grunt, not letting a single drop seep out of you.

Soft Dom Ni-ki who never falters at complimenting you, telling you how much of a good girl you are, cleaning you up with a fond look in his eyes.

[starsenha]

CHALLENGE / N.R

Pairing ◊ reader x bf!riki

Genre ◊ established relationship, suggestive

Warnings ◊ kinda heavy make out sesh, marking, lots of cursing, lowk dom riki

Word count ◊ around 2k

Summary ◊ you saw a challenge on tiktok and wanted to try with your boyfriend

a/n: literally saw someone doing that on tiktok and thought of riki immediately. not proofread, enjoy!

You had been dating Riki for a few months now, and to say he was confident would be an understatement. Riki was cocky, always walking with that proud smirk plastered on his face, the kind that could make anyone fall for him. He was also playful—a tease in every way possible, constantly challenging you, whether it was playful banter, jokes, or that look in his eyes that always seemed to suggest he had something up his sleeve.

One lazy afternoon, you were scrolling through TikTok when you came across a viral trend that caught your attention. The challenge was simple: couples stared at each other, their faces close enough that they could kiss—but they didn’t. You couldn't help but smirk to yourself as you imagined Riki’s reaction. This challenge had him written all over it. You could already picture how smug he’d be, certain he wouldn’t give in.

You lifted your phone and called out to him. "Riki."

He was sitting on the couch, lazily flipping through channels. His sharp eyes flicked up to meet yours. "Hmm?" His voice was deep, casual, almost bored, but the way he looked at you made your heart flutter.

"I want to try something." You walked over and sat next to him, holding up your phone. His brows raised slightly in curiosity.

"Oh?" he asked, that familiar cocky grin spreading across his lips. "What is it this time? Another dance challenge?" His tone was teasing, like he was ready to poke fun at you.

"Not exactly," you replied, leaning closer. "It's a challenge where we stare at each other, faces close, but we don’t kiss. You think you can handle it?"

Riki’s grin widened. He laughed softly, shaking his head. "You really think I can’t hold back?" His tone was full of confidence, and he leaned back on the couch, spreading his arms lazily.

"You up for it, or are you scared?" you teased, knowing full well he’d never back down from any challenge.

He narrowed his eyes, then straightened up and leaned in closer, eyes flicking to your lips for a brief second. "I’m never scared. You’re on."

You positioned your phone to record, setting it on the coffee table. The camera captured both of you as you leaned in, faces inches apart. The air between you felt charged, thick with the tension of anticipation.

At first, Riki was calm, relaxed, his eyes locking with yours with ease. His usual smirk lingered, as if he was already claiming victory. "This is too easy," he muttered, voice dripping with arrogance.

But as the seconds passed, his gaze slowly changed. His eyes darkened, and his smirk faltered just a little. You could see the flicker in his gaze—the way it wavered slightly before it dropped to your lips. You raised an eyebrow, daring him to give in.

"You’re staring, Riki," you whispered playfully, a soft challenge in your tone.

His jaw clenched, that confidence suddenly faltering. "I’m just looking," he retorted, voice a little huskier than before. You could feel the shift in the air between you. What started as a game had quickly turned into something else. His breaths were getting shallow, and you could see the tension building in his muscles as he fought the urge to close the gap.

"You sure?" you asked softly, your voice almost teasing as you leaned in just a fraction closer. The warmth of his breath ghosted over your lips, and you swore you saw his eyes darken even more, his pupils blown wide.

Riki’s eyes flicked up from your lips to meet yours again. His smirk was gone now. He licked his lips, his composure cracking. Finally. "You’re fucking with me," he muttered, his voice rough.

"That’s the point," you whispered, barely holding back a grin.

And then, just as you thought he might break, his hand shot out, grabbing your phone. Without even glancing away from you, he stopped the recording, tossing the phone aside with a dismissive flick of his wrist.

"Fuck the challenge," he growled, and before you could even process his words, he crashed his lips against yours.

The kiss was intense, desperate. His lips were hard and demanding, like he had been holding back for far too long. You gasped against his mouth, your hands instinctively reaching out to grip his shirt as his hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer.

He wasn’t gentle, not in the slightest. His kisses were rough, full of need, as if he was trying to claim you, to erase the teasing tension you had built up between the two of you. His tongue parted your lips, and you couldn’t help but moan softly, overwhelmed by the heat of the moment.

"Fuck," he muttered between kisses, his voice low and laced with a kind of frustration that made your heart race. "You’re such a tease, you know that?"

You barely had time to respond before his lips were on yours again, his hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer, deeper into the kiss. His other hand slid down your waist, gripping your hip tightly, possessively.

"All this time," he growled, breaking away just enough to speak, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, "acting all innocent, and you think you can play with me like that?"

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but before you could respond, he kissed you again, harder this time, his tongue sliding against yours, sending a rush of heat through your body. Every kiss felt desperate, like he was trying to make up for the restraint he had shown just moments before.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were swollen, and his eyes were dark with desire. He stared at you, his breath ragged, and you could see the way he was barely holding himself back from diving in again.

Without warning, his hands gripped your hips firmly, his strong fingers digging into your sides as he guided you over him. His movements were fluid, confident. In one swift motion, he pulled you onto his lap, and you could feel his strength beneath you as he settled you across his thighs. His hands didn’t let go, though—they held you there, tight, possessive.

"Come here," he muttered, voice thick with desire. His tone left no room for argument. His eyes bore into yours as he pulled you in closer, his legs spreading slightly beneath you so he could adjust your position, making sure you were right where he wanted you—straddling him, your knees pressed into the couch on either side of his hips.

Your body reacted instinctively, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. His eyes flicked down to your lips again, lingering, but this time there was no hesitation, no teasing restraint. He reached up, his fingers brushing your jaw before tangling in your hair, guiding your face closer until your lips met his.

The kiss was fierce—more intense than before. It was as though pulling you into his lap had unleashed something in him. His lips moved against yours with a kind of desperation, his tongue sweeping past your lips, claiming you fully. You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped, the sensation overwhelming as his hands roamed up and down your sides, pulling you impossibly closer.

Riki’s grip tightened as he deepened the kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, sending a shock of heat through your body. "Fuck," he groaned against your lips, breaking away just for a second to catch his breath, but his forehead remained pressed against yours. His hands slid down to your waist, fingers digging in as if he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of you in his lap.

"You feel so damn good," he muttered, voice low and rough, almost as if he was speaking more to himself than to you. But you heard him clearly, and the raw need in his voice sent a thrill rushing through you.

Your hands slid from his shoulders to his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing, his heartbeat pounding beneath your palms. You leaned in again, capturing his lips with yours, this time with just as much intensity, your body pressing against him fully as you kissed him deeply. The taste of him was intoxicating, and the way he responded to every touch only made the heat between you grow.

Riki's hands roamed your body freely now, one hand slipping under the hem of your shirt, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your waist. His touch was firm, yet the way his thumb lazily caressed your skin sent shivers down your spine. He pulled you tighter against him, guiding your hips to press against his. You could feel how much he wanted you, you could feel it underneath you.

"You're driving me fucking insane," he breathed against your mouth before capturing your lips again in a kiss that was nothing short of hungry. His hand slipped further up your back, under your shirt, his fingertips trailing over your skin in a way that made you arch into him.

"Riki," you gasped softly as his lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, leaving a trail of heated kisses along your skin. He chuckled against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear before biting down gently, enough to make you gasp.

"You like that?" he whispered, his voice rough and teasing. His lips ghosted over your skin as he continued to kiss his way down your neck, his hands never stopping their slow exploration of your body.

You nodded, biting your lip as you tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel more of him. Your hips shifted instinctively in his lap, and the low groan that rumbled from his chest sent a shockwave of heat through you.

His hand slipped back down to your hip, his grip tightening as he guided your movements, pressing you harder against him. "Fuck," he groaned, his breath hot against your skin. "You're such a fucking tease, and you don’t even know it."

You couldn't hold back your response, your voice coming out in a breathy whisper. "I think you’re the one teasing."

He paused for just a second, pulling back to look at you, his lips curled into a wicked grin. "Oh, I’m just getting started." His eyes were dark. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against yours, but this time he didn’t kiss you immediately.

Instead, he whispered, "I could kiss you like this all night." His voice was a low growl, full of raw need, and the way he spoke sent shivers down your spine. "But you know what I want even more?"

You swallowed hard, breathless as you stared into his eyes, feeling the weight of his words. "What?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he growled softly, "I want to hear you beg for it."

His words sent a shock through you, and you couldn’t help the way your body responded, pressing harder against him. The heat between you was overwhelming now, and your mind was spinning, caught up in the intensity of the moment. But Riki didn’t stop. He tilted your head slightly, his lips returning to your neck as he nipped at your skin, leaving a trail of marks down your throat, each one making you gasp.

"Come on, baby," he muttered against your skin. "Say it."

Your breath hitched, your mind racing as his hands continued their slow, torturous exploration of your body, his lips never leaving your neck. "Riki," you gasped, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone the words he wanted to hear.

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "That’s not what I asked for."

Finally, you broke, your voice breathy and desperate as you whispered, "Please, just… kiss me."

In that instant, his lips were back on yours, kissing you fiercely, as if he had been waiting for those words. His hands tightened their grip on your hips, guiding your movements as you ground against him, his lips never leaving yours.

"That’s my girl," he muttered against your mouth before kissing you harder, deeper, pulling you completely into him as the heat between you built to a fever pitch.

[illness-cupid]

niki fucking his gf while trying to silent bc of the other members...

I think I'm going insane, I need him so bad

gurll 😩

just imagine niki preventing you from making any sound while he fucks you mercilessly, his almost inaudible thrusts and moans were the only sounds that could be heard at that moment. you feared being discovered, with your legs spread, your panties to the side and your boyfriend’s big dick forcing its way into your pussy. the other boys were playing video games in the room without suspecting anything, you had already cum twice, your pussy was sensitive and your eyes were teary but even so, niki continued fucking you, covering your mouth, preventing you from saying anything or even moaning.

he would definitely do that and then mock your vulnerability, he's exactly that type, he likes to humiliate and always do the forbidden 🙂‍↔️

[rikkiz]

lazy heated making out in his room that doesn't lead to sex, just teasing touches?

Provocative - Nishimura Riki

The two of you lie in his bed, tangled up together, as you "watched" a movie but really, neither of you was too enthralled in how the other's lips felt. It was a good thing Riki had locked the door when you were changing and never unlocked it.

Riki's hand rested on your hip as you both lay on your sides and kissed. Your tongues glided against one another as your hand traveled under his shirt, sliding up and down his abs mindlessly.

Riki's hand started to travel to your ass and it was a good thing, to him at least, that you were some short flimsy pajama shorts, because it meant that he could feel up your ass without even having to pull your shorts up.

He squeezed your butt as the two of you continued to kiss, causing you to let out a particularly loud moan against his mouth before his hand traveled up, under your shirt, and to your bare breasts as he squeezed one before moving to the other, his thumb gliding over you nipple each time.

You loved times like this when the two of you would both just kiss and touch one another's bodies without it having to lead to something more. It was so intimate. So comforting.

[smarteoasis]

Hear me out…Riki and Jungwon threesome

"yeah, keep sucking him." riki's voice looms through the air as you deep throat jungwon.

you stare up into jungwons's eyes, bobbing your head up and down like you're on repeat.

how'd you end up here? getting drunk at a party and accidentally exposing your sexual desires of having a threesome led to this situation.

jungwons cock down your throat as he lays on the couch of your living room, and riki's fingers rubbing your clit from behind you, as his tip prods at your hole.

you gag and drool all over jungwon's cock, hands desperately holding onto his for some false sense of security.

riki spits on your ass, causing a line of drool to drip down to your pussy, slowly entering inside.

inch by inch, he works himself to your g-spot, making you choke around jungwon and pull away for air.

jungwons's hand finds itself in your hair, tugging you back to his leaking and angry red dick. "fuck, keep going.. please?" he whines desperately, wanting to cum down your throat.

riki watches you two with a amused glint in his eyes, slowly thrusting in and out of you so you adjust to his size.

"there's my good girl.. so fucking tight." riki groans, smacking your ass as his thrusts get faster.

your toes curl as you arch your back deeper, trapped in between two insanely hot guys and well.. their dicks.

[pisstintedglasses]

Enhypen's Magic Wands!!!

This is how I imagine their pretty cocks would look like 💕

Lee Heeseung (이희승)

Jay—Park Jongseong (박종성)

Jake—Sim Jaeyun (심재윤)

Park Sunghoon (박성훈)

Kim Sunoo (김선우)

Yang Jungwon (양정원)

Nishimura Riki (西村 力)

•••••○○○○○●●●●●○○○○○•••••

It took me so long trying to find Sunoo's 💀 anyway, it's been months since I've last posted so eat up, lovelies!!!

[nikiluv]

Listen,all I wanna do is kiss Niki until his lips are swollen

Mood

Just imagine a makeout steamy makeout session with him…… swollen lips battening for dominance, breathy moans and lots and lots of groping…. 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 I need him so bad it’s not a joke anymore

[vivimura]

PAIRING ~ bf!nrk x gf!reader

SUMMARY ~ you and your boyfriend decide to visit the sauna as a break from the winter, but something about you sweating makes him feel all hot for reasons other than the sauna.

GENRE ~ smut, sauna sex.

WORD COUNT ~ 2.270k

ᯓ★ can you tell i was listening to diet pepsi while writing this?

it was a short elevator ride and a few flights of stairs before the two of you reached the floor of the building where the new sauna was located. riki led you down the hallway and pushed open the door to the room, a warm and humid feeling instantly enveloping you both.

you cringed at the feeling of the humidity clinging against your fuzzy sweater and immediately pulled off the garment. now clad in just a black spaghetti strap tank and sweatpants, you neatly placed your sweater into a locker located near the room.

riki chuckled at your expression, his eyes scanning your body in that small tank top. he took off his own hoodie in response, leaving only a black undershirt on and stuffing the hoodie into the same locker. he reached out to take your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and leading you over to the corner of the empty sauna.

he laid a towel on the floor and sat down on it, tugging on your hand and gesturing for you to sit down in between his legs. the damp air and heat in the room paired with riki’s warmth against your back was a nice break from the snow outside.

“as much as i love winter, i really needed this.” you commented and sighed happily, tying your hair up into a ponytail. 

he hummed back in agreement, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you even closer against him. he rested his chin on your shoulder, savoring the way you felt against him and the damp warmth of your skin against his bare forearms. "it feels good," he mumbled, his deep voice right against your ear.

you sighed again, closing your eyes in relaxation. the muscles in your body involuntarily relaxed due to the effects of your sauna, causing you to slouch against riki’s front, the back of your head falling on his shoulder.

that’s when he saw it. a bead of sweat falling from your forehead, travelling down the side of your face, over your jawline, down the curve of your neck, and eventually disappearing into your cleavage concealed by just a thin top. fuck. 

he swallowed thickly making his adam's apple bob. the sight was almost mesmerizing. unable to resist, his lips gently brushed against your ear before he leaned down and ran his tongue over the curve of your neck, the salty taste of your sweat making him shiver slightly. 

you gasped at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue right against your neck, your eyes snapping open wide. your legs instinctively tensing up, the insides of your tummy feeling all funny. “riki, what’re you-”

he chuckled lowly as your body squirmed against his at the feel of his tongue on your neck. he gently moved his hand up to grasp your chin, holding your head in place as he continued his path of wet kisses on your neck. "shh," he mumbled against your skin, his voice deep and rough before he gently nibbled on your earlobe.

“stop, someone can come in here..” you warned before things could escalate any further, afraid of causing any public indecency in case someone just walks in.

he let out a low huff against your ear, feeling a bit playful. your small protest against his actions only tempted him to do more, his lips continuing their trail down your neck, moving towards your shoulder. "let them see," he muttered quietly, shifting in his seat so he was pressed even tighter up against you, his growing bulge rubbing against your ass.

you let out a shaky exhale, unknowingly pressing your thighs together as a result of getting turned on by your replies and ministrations. though you squirmed in place in an attempt to get away and warned him to stop, you couldn’t help but further tilt your head as a subconscious need for his touch. “behave, riki..” you scolded, but only egged him on further.

he chuckled slightly at your attempt to scold him, the way you were starting to lose yourself in his touch not going unnoticed by him. your weak scolding fell on deaf ears as he licked his lips and nipped at the skin of your shoulder. his free hand was rubbing slow circles into your hip, the action both soothing and teasing at the same time.

he slowly pulled back, taking in your messy appearance with the marks he had left. he gently turned your head to face him, his smirk growing at the sight of your flushed face and slightly glazed over eyes.

“riki, don't... we can't...” you whispered breathlessly, though a certain look formed in your eyes which he’d learned to recognize as arousal by then.

he hummed in response, his hand that was on your chin cupping your cheek instead. your face was a sight to behold, already messy and flushed from his actions, your expression making it very clear that you wanted this just as much as him. he loved seeing you like this, losing yourself to his touch. "why not?" he questioned your prolonged protests with a hint of mockery in his voice, his thumb tracing your cheekbone affectionately.

your eyes widened in disbelief, as if the answer wasn’t obvious already. you remained silent for a few seconds, simply taking in the way there was a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his face, his lips naturally plump and wet, long bangs sticking against his forehead, cheeks subtly flushed, and most importantly, the look in his eyes. god, his eyes. his dark intense orbs gazed into yours, almost daring you to defy his advances. but, you continued, a bit more dazed than before. “someone can just walk in...”

he chuckled again, his hand on your hip tightening slightly as he spoke in a low tone. "so? let them walk in." he leaned in, his lips gently scraping up the skin of your neck to your ear, his voice rough and deep as he continued "i want you, baby."

that's when your resolve crumbled completely. you let out a shaky exhale, hands flunging to cup his face and shove it closer to yours, pressing your lips against his in a needy, urgent kiss.

he groaned against your lips, feeling your soft palms cup his cheeks to pull his face closer to yours. he returned the kiss just as hungrily, one hand moving back to your hip and the other reaching back to tangle in your hair, the wet feeling of your mouths and tongues moving together in need turning him on like crazy.

he gently guided you to lay flat on your back on the towel covered floor, locating his knees on either side of your hips so that he was now hovering over you, the kiss not broken for even a second. he placed one hand at the side of your head, the other teasingly tracing up your body from your hips all the way to your chest, where he began groping your plush tits.

you whimpered into his mouth, your thighs bucking shut as you let go of his face to dig your fingers into his hair. he growled back in response, letting go of your tits to yank your thighs apart, situating himself between them. he resumed fondling your tits from over your skimpy top, now rocking his clothed hardness into you. 

as sticky as your skin felt from the dampness of your skin, there was a similar slick forming between your legs. you moaned into his mouth and arched your back into his touch, your earlier concerns now abandoned into a more urgent sense of need.

he was getting impatient, the friction of his throbbing, clothed cock rubbing up against your clothed heat making him want you even more. he broke the kiss to pull back slightly and began leaving a trail of quick, wet kisses down your neck to your chest, his hand squeezing your tit while he spoke gruffly between kisses. "baby... i want to be in you," he groaned against your neck, his voice making it clear that his mind was starting to go a little hazy from the hot room and your body.

you let out a soft exhale borderlining a moan as you threw your head back, your chest heaving so prettily. you whispered a barely audible “....okay.”, giving riki the green light to frantically let go of your chest to reach the waistband of your sweatpants.

he snuck his hand into your pants, cupping your pussy from over your panties. a gruff growl was elicited from his throat fanning right against your neck as his calloused fingers felt up the now drenched fabric. you whimpered and pressed your thighs together, essentially trapping riki’s hand between your legs. he pulled your panties to the side, rubbing his middle finger through your slick folds, earning a sinful mewl from your glossed lips. 

“fuck.” riki cursed under his breath, the feeling of your wetness and pretty sounds making his erection unbearably painful. he snuck his hand out of your pants and reached for his own. he sat up straight on his knees, straddling your hips. there was an almost hysteric darkness of lust in his eyes as he pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion, just enough to make his cock spring out and the layers to bunch up by his thighs. there were prominent veins popping out his shaft, his tip an angry red and a small bead of precum formed. he pumped his cock for a few seconds with his left hand, the other yanking down your sweats and panties from the front, just enough to expose your dripping entrance.

he shifted forward before you could even have a chance to process what was happening, and began rubbing his tip against your folds, throwing his head back and groaning in pleasure. you whimpered and clenched around nothing in sheer need to be filled, hands gripping onto his shoulders. 

he aligned himself to your pussy and let go of his cock to slowly slide into you, your greedy folds nearly sucking him in. he let out a low sound between a groan and a moan, placing both hands by your head to steady himself as you took him in. “riki..” you mewled his name causing him to bring one of his hands to cover your mouth.

“shh.. don’t wanna draw an attention, fuck- do you now, baby?” he curtly whispered, slowly beginning to fuck you in steady motions. you whimpered against the large palm of his hand and shook your head, your eyes feeling dizzy as you limited your loud sounds of pleasure to quiet ones. he buried his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his own sounds, whispering against it, “god, you’re so perfect, baby..” 

he thrusted his hardness deep into you, nearly going feral over the feeling of your velvety walls around him. you held onto the wrist of his hand over your mouth with one hand, the other holding onto his neck, your eyes growing half lidded as he fucked you.

there was still a small worry in your mind that despite not being nude, anyone could just walk in and catch you in an inappropriate act, but it only seemed to thrill you even more. your face and body began growing heated and sticky from sweat for more reasons than being in a sauna as you clenched around his length.

he hissed into your neck, thrusting faster and deeper into you. lewd, squelching sounds paired with skin against skin echoed in the room, his stimulation causing a coil to appear in your stomach. you whined and moaned quietly against his hand, your knees jerking up ever so often in pleasure.

“keep it down.” he reminded in a low, raggedy voice, earning your shaky response of, “riki, ngh- i can’t..” he growled, his thrusts increasing in pace as his high grew closer as he shoved the side of his hand into your mouth, making you bite down on it. your sounds grew considerably muffled and quiet, your teeth imprinting onto the palm and back of his hand.

“tell me you’re close..” he grunted, his thrusts growing irregular and sloppy as a result of his dangerously close orgasm. you could only clench around him and frantically nod your head in response, earning a groan of pleasure from him. he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and kept eye contact. he sharply exhaled and grunted, “you’re so good for me, baby.. i’m gonna..” and with a quiet curse, he slammed his cock deep into your pussy, feeling you with his warm seed. the feeling of his warm release filing you tipped you over your edge, and you simultaneously creamed around the end of his length, nearly trembling from pleasure.

he panted and and remained inside you for a few seconds, his eyes never leaving yours. he slowly pulled himself out, making you sigh both in pleasure and disappointment at the loss of his length. “fuuuck...” he groaned, taking in the sight of your cum mixed with his dripping down your tinged folds. 

he let go of your mouth, taking a hold of his cock and gently pushed the mixture of releases back into your hole, shakily exhaling at the overstimulating sensations on his tip. he slowly pulled your panties and pants back up, clothing himself to a state of decency too before leaning over to cup your face and capture your lips in a tender kiss. let’s just say there were a lot of things that remained sticky that evening. (this is my first time writing smut, pls don't judge lol. comment and reblog if you love riki 🙈)

[enhani-ki]

HII CAN WE GET NIKI AND READER CUDDLING? likt it could be fluff but suggestive too like sometimes his hands wander off to certain places squeezing biting teasing kissing etc etc omg the thought of it makes my knees buckle

tv off - reader x ni-ki

warnings: nsfw, very suggestive content, etc.

"y/n?" ni-ki called out your name as soon as he stepped into the apartment, kicking off his shoes with a heavy sigh because his body was aching with exhaustion. all he wants to do right now is to shower, lay down, and be with you.

his eyes landed on you all curled up on the couch, fast asleep. there's a remote in your hand while the TV played loudly in the background.

you must've been waiting for me… sorry, baby.

running a hand through his messy hair, he let out a deep breath and made his way to the bedroom. he removed all of his clothes and replaced them, no shirt just sweats before rubbing a towel through his damp hair.

he returned to the living room, crouching in front of you. he brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen across your face, "babe," he murmured. "let's go to bed."

you woke up slightly, letting out a sleepy hum but instead of responding, you only turned your back to him, snuggling deeper into the couch.

ni-ki sighed and shook his head. so stubborn.

his eyes wandered all over you then his hands instinctively followed. your top hugged your curves, it clung to your body just right. your bare thighs were glowing and glistening under the dim light, practically inviting more of his touch.

he let out another sigh, a little jealous at how peaceful you look while sleeping. so ni-ki finally gave in.

he lay down beside you carefully, wrapping his arms loosely around your neck while his chest pressed against your back. the couch was small and there's barely enough space for the both of you but he liked it. he liked how it forced you two to be so close, now he could feel every inch of you with no distance in between.

ni-ki pressed soft kisses to the side of your neck, "oh, i missed you." he whispered against your skin. his nose nuzzled against your shoulder as he inhaled, breathing your scent in.

you stirred slightly and without opening your eyes, you reached up and held onto his arms like your reassuring yourself that he was really there.

his hand slipped under your top, caressing your stomach before traveling up.

you weren't wearing a bra.

his palm slowly slid over to cup your breast, before giving it a gentle squeeze, relishing the way the soft flesh melted into his hand. his thumb brushed against your nipple, teasing it slightly at the same time he pressed his hips more firmly against the curve of your ass. ni-ki held back a groan.

his lips found your back again, pressing long multiple kisses to the delicate curve of your spine, trailing them up to the nape of your neck which he licked before kissing again.

and for a second, he debated teasing you or waking you up just to hear you and see all of you, but this is also so comforting so his hand just stayed where it was, resting over your chest, warm and secure.

ni-ki smiled to himself before burying his face deeper in your neck, completely falling asleep.

y/n… you're lucky he's too tired.

a/n: lol i like this <3

read part-timers!ni-ki x reader part i || part ii

read touché - ni-ki x reader part i || part ii

read fuckboy!ni-ki x reader part i || part ii

read snitch - reader x ni-ki

read exes - reader x ni-ki

read Nishimura Riki as your boyfriend

read Nishimura Riki as your classmate

read he knows - ni-ki x reader x jake

read jealousy, jealousy - reader x ni-ki

[rizzmura]

under your skin . mlist

enemy!niki x fem!reader

warnings: angst, enemies to lovers, explicit content (mdni), emotional tension, hurt/comfort, swearing

total w.c.: unknown rn

synopsis: niki is everything you can’t stand—arrogant, obnoxious, and always right in your face. from the first day you met, he’s been your number one enemy. but as much as you hate him, there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes it hard to ignore the undeniable chemistry. after a series of frustrating interactions, a single moment changes everything. will you finally stop fighting what’s between you, or will your past as enemies keep you apart forever?

release: 14th feb 2025 (subject to change)

chapter 1: the first impression (feb 14) 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.

chapter 2: keep your distance (feb 15) the tension between you and niki continues to grow as your encounters become more frequent. every argument feels like a new war, each one leaving you more frustrated and confused. but as much as you try to fight it, every moment spent near him tugs at something inside you that you’re not prepared to confront. you’re not supposed to be attracted to him, and yet, his presence alone makes your heart race. why does he have this effect on you? and why can’t he just stay out of your life?

chapter 3: kisses (feb 16) after an especially heated argument, emotions run high. before you know it, the insults turn into a kiss that neither of you were expecting. it’s raw and intense, and for a moment, all the anger fades into something deeper. but when it’s over, you both pull away, unsure what this means for the two of you.

chapter 4: what are we doing? (feb 17) 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.

chapter 5: we can't stay away (feb 18) after pulling back for a while, you and niki can’t seem to stay apart. the tension is too much, and the desire to be close to him is overwhelming. this time, it’s not a fight—it's passion. but just as things start to make sense, old wounds and insecurities threaten to tear you apart again.

chapter 6: what we’ve become (feb 19) the walls come down, and you and niki finally admit what’s been there all along. you're no longer enemies, but building something new together isn't easy. can love really grow from hate, or was it always there beneath the surface? it's time to find out, once and for all.

EXTRA CHAPTER (feb 19)

taglist: open

a/n: hi!! this is going to be my first ff on here so i hope it'll please everyone... the wc and chapters may change <33

[lomlhwa]

all american whore (n.r)

pairing: step brother!riki x step sister!reader

preview: your dad has just married riki's mom. but, you're not blood related so you should be fine to hook up, right?

tags/warnings: fem reader, handjob in the back of a car, oral (69 on the edge of a pool....), fingering, unprotected penetration (BOOOO), hickeys, breast slapping, pet names (angel, slut, cock whore), 4th of july celebration (and by celebration i mean orgasms for everyone), creampie

trigger warnings: STEPCEST!!!, like two mentions of reader having a dead mom

wc: 3.0k

song recs for this fic: american horror show by snow wife, all-american bitch by olivia rodrigo

a/n: i was so invested in writing this for like 4 days good lord

“you could at least try and be a little excited, y/n. sure, you’re meeting my new wife and her son today, but it’s also the 4th of july. it’s a celebration,” your dad says to you while driving. “whoopty doo,” you say as sarcastically as possible. you can feel him glaring at you without even looking over at him. “i know you miss your mother, but it’s been over a decade, i’m moving on.”

you lean your head against the window, the air hanging heavy between you and your dad. “i’ll be nice to them but i can’t promise i’ll like them,” you say, turning to see your dad crack a small smile. “i think you will like them, pumpkin. just trust me,” you nod as he speaks. 

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as your dad parks, nerves run through you. it’s finally hitting you that you’re meeting these people that your father intends to keep in your life forever. he walks up behind you and squeezes your shoulders. “you ready, kiddo?” he asks and you give him the most unconvincing nod ever. 

you walk up to the front door and knock loudly. “you’re here!” a woman cries out as she opens the door. you assume this is your dad’s wife. “hello honey, this is y/n,” your dad introduces you and you give an awkward wave. “come in, come in. riki is just upstairs playing his video games,” she ushers you in and shuts the front door behind her. “you guys can just head out to the backyard, that’s where everyone else is,” she walks over to the base of the stairs and angles her head upwards. “NISHIMURA RIKI GET DOWN HERE,” she yells. 

you walk out to the large deck in the backyard with your dad and greet lots of people you’ve never met. you notice lots of things in the very large backyard. in-ground pool, hot tub, etc. your step-mom is rich. you settle yourself in a law chair by the pool with a spiked iced tea in hand. you’re soaking up the sun when you feel a presence next to you. you open your eyes and see a man standing there. “my mom told me i had to introduce myself to you. i’m riki,” he scratches the back of his neck and turns to yell to his mom on the deck. “happy now?” his mother shrugs. he walks away from you, clearly unhappy with your presence.

as the afternoon goes on, the family gathering becomes more lively. you’re sitting on the edge of the pool with your legs in the water when riki comes to talk to you again. he slips his shoes off and plops down next to you. “here because your mom told you to?” you raise your eyebrow at him and he shakes his head. “no, i came to apologize. i’m sure you’re in the same boat as me with our parents' marriage,” he swings his legs, creating small waves in the water. you sigh, your shoulders slumping.

“you wanna go up to my room? it’s quieter and we could watch tv or something,” riki nods towards his house and you give him a small smile before getting your legs out of the pool. you grab your sandals and follow him close behind. “y/n and i are gonna hang out in my room for a bit,” riki tells his mom and she gives him a warm smile. “have fun, kids,” she says. she shoots your dad an excited look as you two walk into the house. 

as you settle into riki's bed, you feel as though this is a very intimate space to be in with your step-brother. he puts on some brainrot show as background noise and sparks up a conversation with you. despite being invested in your conversation, you can tell there’s something else on his mind. the way his eyes dart between your own eyes and your lips brings butterflies to your stomach. 

riki snakes his hand onto your bare thigh, your shorts having ridden up from adjusting to sit comfortably in his bed. he strokes your skin with his thumb like it’s second nature. goosebumps rise in the wake of the soft movements from his thumb. you look at him with doll-like eyes and he can’t seem to get enough of your appearance. 

slowly, his hand snakes higher and higher before his fingers are teasing the stitching of your underwear. you can tell he wants to shove his hand in there and play with your wet heat. you know his fingers can feel how wet you’re getting. he shifts his arm a little bit so he can reach his pointer finger out to brush over your clothed clit. slowly, it gets harder for you to hold the conversation. 

riki leans over to whisper in your ear, despite the two of you being the only people in the room. “can i? please let me make you feel good” is all he says to you and you honestly can’t get your head to nod fast enough. you’re not blood related so you should be fine to hook up, right? at your consent, he slips his fingers under the fabric of your panties and plays with your clit. small moans and whimpers escape your lips when he touches you. it feels amazing. his soft fingers on your skin lights your nerves on fire.

riki scooches closer to you so he can press kisses onto your jawline and neck. you tilt your head back on instinct, giving more access to the expanse of your throat. he slides his middle and pointer fingers into your wet hole, pumping them in and out slowly. your muscles clamp around his digits, desperate for more pleasure. “riki, oh my god,” you breathe out, your hand shooting down to hold his wrist while he fucks you. he holds your face with his other hand, making sure you’re looking at him while he fingers you.

your high creeps up on you as the tips of his fingers jab the gummy spot inside you. you arch your back as your walls throb around his fingers. “give it to me, y/n. i know you’re fucking close. cum for me,” he whispers in your ear again. you dig your nails into the skin of his wrist as you cum around his fingers. riki lets out a sinister laugh before pulling his fingers out of you. he brings his wet fingers to his mouth and licks your release off of them. as you’re about to say something to him, you hear your dad’s voice. “y/n! it’s time to go home!”

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for the next 3 days, all you can think about is riki. was what you did wrong or immoral? it can’t be. you’re not blood siblings. the only thing bonding you is your parents’ marriage. unfortunately for you, you can’t help but want more.

today must be your lucky day because your dad has some amazing news for you. “we’re going on a little shopping trip with riki and my wife today. do you wanna go there in separate cars or take one car?” your dad asks, leaning on your doorframe. “we can take one car, it’s fine with me. i’ll sit in the back with riki.” 

your dad gives you a warm grin, only happy that you’re getting along with your step-brother. he pulls out his phone to text his wife about your transportation decision. not even 10 minutes later, an suv pulls into your driveway. you rush to put your shoes on before climbing into the large backseat with riki. he pats the seat right next to him, despite the whole rest of the backseat being empty. happily, you oblige. the car is chilly and riki has a blanket over his lap.

it’s about a two hour drive to the biggest outlet mall near you. so you settle next to riki, watching a movie on the laptop he’d brought with him. about 20 minutes into the drive, you notice riki shifting around uncomfortably. you take a single glance down and you know exactly what’s wrong. he’s hard. so unbelievably hard. you can see it through the blanket.

“do you want my help?” you ask in a hushed voice. riki catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he nods. luckily, he decided to wear basketball shorts, so you have easy access. you pull the waistband of his shorts and underwear down just enough to get his cock out. you wrap your hand around it under the blanket and pump him slowly. he digs his teeth into his lip to suppress any sounds coming out. you run your thumb over the pink, dripping tip and he lets out a sigh. “you okay back there, hon?” his mom asks, seeming concerned. just as he’s about to open his mouth, you start pumping faster. “y-yeah, i’m so fine,” riki responds. his mom seems to accept this answer as she goes back to looking at her phone.

“the fuck is wrong with you?” he whispers aggressively. you give him a mischievous smile as your hand continues to work on him. you stroke him with firm, mildly swift motions. his hips buck to meet your hand’s movements and you can’t help but smile at his desperation. riki slides his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him. he digs his fingers into the skin of your hip as his orgasm approaches. “right there, angel, fuck,” he squeezes his eyes shut as his cums, his hips stuttering. white ropes of cum paint your hand and forearm. as you bring your hand to your mouth to lick it clean, he shoves his cock back into his shorts. 

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after your shopping trip, your parents drop you off at riki’s house. you walk into his empty house and plop down onto the couch. riki stands in the doorway of the living room, watching you. “you wanna swim?” he asks, nodding his head toward the back door. “i don’t have a bathing suit,” you reply, smirking at him. “swim in your underwear.” you shrug, not really minding the idea.

you rise from the couch, walking past riki towards the back door of his house. as you walk, you drop items of your clothes on the floor. first you drop your shirt, exposing your back and your black bra. next, your shorts. they left almost nothing to the imagination anyway. your black panties hug your hips and ass in a way that almost sends your step-brother into a frenzy. you peel your socks off last, throwing them into a corner. finally, you reach the pool. you dive in head first, drenching yourself head to toe. “you coming?” you call out to riki, who’s been a statue since you started stripping.

you can barely see him from the pool but you can tell he took his slides off and threw his shirt somewhere in the room. he comes darting out the door, diving into the pool the same way you did. when he comes back up, he flips his hair out of his face. you’re holding onto the edge of the pool and watch his movements. he swims over to you, halting in front of you. there’s a moment of silence between you before he grabs you by the back of the head and crashes your lips together.

riki kisses you like it might kill him if he doesn’t. the kiss is sloppy and full of saliva. he kisses you like he’s been poisoned and your lips are the only antidote. your hands travel to his exposed chest, digging your nails into his chest. he groans against your mouth and the sound goes straight to your core. you wrap your legs around his waist underwater and he kisses you harder. 

“i wanna fuck you, but not here. not now. let me taste you,” he whispers against your lips as if someone will hear you. you nod, but suddenly a better idea comes to your mind. “get out of the pool and lay on your back,” you instruct, also pulling yourself out of the pool. riki follows suit, doing what you told him to. you stand by his head and shimmy your wet panties off. you throw them onto the lawn before turning back to riki.

you put both feet beside riki’s head and lower yourself slowly, sitting on his face. his tongue almost immediately darts out to taste you and you fall forward, catching yourself with your hands on his hips. he wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling your core further onto his face. with trembling hands, you push his shorts down his thighs. he lifts his hips to help you in sliding them off him. you lay your torso down and take his cock into your hands. you stroke it a couple times before spitting on the tip.

you take the first half of his cock into your mouth, already choking around it. he moans against your pussy, his hips bucking into your face. he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it lightly. your knees fight to squeeze around his head but you don’t let them. you stroke the portion of his cock that you can’t fit in your mouth, trying to work an orgasm out of him. you bob your head up and down rhythmically. riki eases two fingers into you and they follow the same rhythm as your head. 

your orgasm creeps up on you faster than you would’ve liked it to, but you can tell he’s close too. you pull your mouth off of him to let out a high-pitched squeal when he curls his fingers inside you. “ah, fuck, i’m gonna cum,” you exclaim, clenching around his digits that are abusing your hole. “me too, angel,” riki replies. his voice is so husky and strained that it almost sends you over the edge. 

you manage to pump him a few more times before toppling over the edge. you shake above him, your thighs clamping down on his head. the noises you make as you cum send him into his orgasm. he releases onto your face and neck, causing you to flinch a little. you roll off of him, laying naked from the waist down on the warm concrete. when you sit up, you hear a car roll into the driveway. riki shoots up and give you an ‘oh shit’ look. you both bolt into the house, grab all your clothes and rush up the stairs. he barely closes his door before your parents open the front door. you can hear them talking and laughing about something but you’re too focused on how fast your heart is beating.

you collapse onto his floor, laughing about how close you were to getting caught. riki listens for the movement of your parents, trying to find out what they’re doing. relief washes over him when he hears them leave again. he turns to you to find that you’re moving to put your clothes on. “don’t you fucking dare.” he walks over to you and hooks his arms under yours, lifting you off the floor and onto his bed. you rest your body weight on your elbows and watch as he admires your body.

riki runs his hands up your thighs and spreads your legs for him. he pulls you so you’re almost hanging off the edge of his bed. “please, angel. let me fuck you. i need to know how that pretty fucking pussy feels,” it almost sounds like he’s begging you. your core throbs as he speaks. “please,” is all you can muster as a response. riki grabs the base of his cock, lining up with your wet hole. “god, you’re gonna be my fucking slut. right, angel? a whore for my, ngh, cock. gonna ruin you for everyone else. you’re only ever gonna want me” he shoves himself into the hilt before pausing.

your walls pulse around him, trying to adjust to his size. before you’re fully adjusted, he starts to thrust. his cock abuses your hole and it feels so fucking good. you wrap your legs around his waist as he uses you. “god, it’s like you were made for me. such a good cock whore. you’re taking me so well.” roughly, he pulls your bra down to expose your breasts. he slaps both of your breasts, leaving bright red marks. you cry out in pleasure, your back arching. “such a whore for your step-brother. what would your father say?” he teases. 

he leans down and connects his mouth with the plush skin of your breast. he sucks on the skin, leaving a dark purple mark. he continues the same motions a couple more times, leaving your chest riddled in his love bites. “you’re fucking mine. you hear me?” he says, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. “say it. say it and i’ll make my sweet angel cum.” the idea of finally cumming makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“fffuck riki, i’m yours. i’m all fucking yours,” you cry out. your orgasm is right there. “good fucking girl. so obedient,” he slaps your chest again, leaving a bright handprint. “where do you want me to cum?” riki asks as his thrusts speed up and become sloppy. “inside, inside, god please inside of me,” you beg, your pussy clamping down on him. he chuckles at your desperation. he connects his pointer finger with your clit, rubbing it in circles. “cum. cum for me right now, slut.”

the combination of his words, his motions on your clit and his cock abusing your wet cunt sends you crashing over the edge. you cry out loudly, a string of curses erupting from you. he quickly follows suit, spilling his seed into your weeping hole. you both rest for a few moments, feeling his cum seep out around his cock. you wipe sweat off your forehead before looking at him.

“we can never tell our parents.”

© lomlhwa 2024

[starsenha]

[16] FIRST IMPRESSSIONS - care to test that theory

synopsis: riki was a big fan of your group Devilish, but when he met you for the first time, he made a very bad first impression and now you hated him. rumors started to spark saying how you hated each other and to calm the rumors, the company decided to make you two hosts a variety show together for two months. wc: 5,7k tw: neck kisses, petnames, semi-public sex, bits of dry humping, dom!riki x sub!fem!reader, fingering, bigdick!riki, degradation, unprotected sex (please wrap it up), kinda down bad!riki, breast play, creampie, slight aftercare a/n: hi my loves, sorry i was mia for a few days i was visiting my family hihi, but I'm back! so I'll take back the update days for first impressions and teacher's pet!

"You're gripping like a fucking emotional support animal," Jongseob teased, looking back at you as your hand clutched his sleeve tightly. 

The after-party was at the same location you had filmed in the previous episode, and the familiarity with it all just eased your nerves. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest, why were you so nervous? 

"Relax. It's just a party." 

"It's not just a party," you hissed under your breath. "Everyone's here, watching, talking. What if I make a fool out of myself? Or I-" 

"Stare too much at your co-mc?" Jongseob, interrupted, a smirk tugging at his lips and his eyebrow raised. 

You shot him a glare. "Don't start." 

As you made your way further into the room, your eyes scanned the room. And then you saw him. Riki was standing near a group of crew members, a drink in one hand and laughing at something someone said. He was dressed casually, but he still looked so hot. But then again, when didn't he look hot, you thought. 

His eyes locked on yours, and you could see them light up. he waved at you, a genuine smile spreading across his face. He actually looked happy to see you, and somehow, it made everything worse. 

You froze for a split second, feeling your heartbeat kick into overdrive. "Oh no," you muttered, gripping Jongseob's sleeve tighter. "Abort mission. Distract me or something." 

He chuckled. "Distract you? From what? You've been caught, he's looking right at you." 

"Exactly!" you hissed. "That's the problem. Do something." 

Jongseob leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a playful whisper. “You want me to shield you from the guy you’ve been awkwardly falling for during rehearsals? Not my circus, not my monkeys.”

“Seobie,” you warned, your tone sharp, though your cheeks were flushing. “I will ruin your life.”

“Okay, okay,” Jongseob said, holding his hands in mock surrender. "Let's get snacks or something. I’ll save you from the big, bad, ridiculously good-looking dancer.”

The thing is, it's not you were avoiding riki per say. But thing had definitely been a bit awkward between you two since that choreo. But then again, that was maybe only in your head. And judging by the way he waved at you a few minutes earlier, you could tell this wasn't awkward for him at all. 

Since that chore, you became hyper-aware of how hot it was. And it was a problem. You couldn't date, especially not one of the most popular kpop idols at the moment. So you couldn't be attracted to him. But the more you tried to block it, the more you actually thought about him. And that was a problem. He was a problem. 

Jongseob led you to the food table, your head closed as you bantered. You leaned against each other casually, laughing at a joke he made. From across the room, Riki's gaze flickered to you. His smile faltered ever so slightly as he watched Jongseob rest his hand on your shoulder while you leaned against him. 

"Who's the guy Yn brought?" one of the crew members near Riki asked. 

"Oh, that's Jongseob from P1Harmony. He's her friend," Riki replied casually, though his jaw tightened slightly. "They're pretty close." 

"Looks like it," the guy said with a chuckle. 

Riki took a sip of his drink, his eyes narrowing as he watched Jongseob playfully nudge your arm. Too close, he thought.

As you and Jongseob were grabbing a plate of snacks, you felt a presence behinf you.  Turning slightly, you found Riki standing there, his usual confident grin in place. 

"Hey," he said, his voice smooth. Oh no. "Nice to see you here." 

You blinked, feeling your heart slip a beat. "Oh, hey. You too," you tried to sound calm, but your voice wavered slightly. 

Your best friend, who was still standing close just in case, raised an eyebrow at the awkward interaction. "Riki, right? He said, extending a hand. "I’m Jongseob." 

“I know,” Riki said, shaking his hand with a firm grip. “You’re Yn’s friend, right?”

“Best friend,” Jongseob corrected, his tone playful but pointed. “We go way back.”

“Ah,” Riki replied, his smile tightening. “Nice. You two seem… close.”

You stepped in quickly, sensing the shift in tone. “Yeah, we are,” you said, laughing nervously. “Jongseob’s like a brother to me.”

“Brother,” Riki echoed, glancing at the way Jongseob casually leaned against you. “Right.”

As the three of you stood there, the tension became palpable. Riki’s gaze lingered on how you and Jongseob interacted—the easy laughs, the subtle touches, the way you seemed completely at ease with him. Must be nice, he thought. 

“So,” Riki said, leaning in slightly, his voice smooth but carrying an edge, “are you enjoying the party?”

“It’s nice,” you replied, avoiding his eyes. “Everyone seems really happy with how the show’s going.”

“They should be,” Riki said, his gaze steady on you. “You’ve been doing amazing. Especially with… our duet.”

Your face flushed, and you quickly looked away, pretending to adjust your plate. “Thanks. You too.”

“Yeah, that duet was something else,” Jongseob chimed in, clearly amusing by the awkwardness. “The chemistry was… thick.”

“Seob,” you hissed, elbowing him.

Riki’s lips quirked into a smirk. “Chemistry? I guess that’s one way to put it.”

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You and Jongseob stood in a small circle of crew members, casually chatting about the show and laughing at a few light-hearted jokes. You definitely had been more relaxed because of your best friend by your side, and you ere hontesly glad he came with. 

“I’m gonna grab something to drink,” you said to Jongseob, stepping away from the conversation.

Before you could leave, Jongseob grabbed your wrist gently but firmly, giving you a pointed look. “Don’t drink too much,” he said in a low, mock-serious voice, his lips twitching into a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, pulling your hand free. “I’m not you, Seobie. I can handle myself.”

“Sure, sure,” he teased, crossing his arms as he watched you go. “Just remember, I’m your ride home.”

You waved him off, muttering, “Whatever,” as you made your way to the bar.

From across the room, Riki caught the entire interaction. His eyes narrowed as he watched Jongseob’s hand linger on your wrist and the way you smiled as you rolled your eyes. The ease and familiarity between you gnawed at him, and before he could think twice, his feet were already carrying him toward the bar.

You leaned against the counter, waiting for the bartender to hand you a sparkling water. You drummed your fingers on the surface, lost in thought, when Riki appeared beside you, startling you slightly.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I’ve been waiting to catch you alone.”

Your fingers stilled, and you glanced at him briefly before looking away, focusing intently on you drink that was placed in front of you. “Oh? Why’s that, Riki?”

Riki tilted his head, his gaze burning into you. “Why do you think?”

You tensed, refusing to meet his eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe because you enjoy interrupting my peace.”

“Or,” Riki said, stepping closer, his tone dripping with something unreadable, “maybe because I wanted to talk about what’s been going on.”

You finally turned to him, your expression guarded. “What’s ‘going on’ exactly?” you asked, your voice cool.

Riki raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a slight smirk. “You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play dumb.”

Riki glanced back toward where Jongseob was still standing, laughing with the crew members. “You and Jongseob,” he said, his voice tinged with something darker. “You’re… close.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the statement. “Of course we’re close. He’s my best friend.”

Riki’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering back to you. “Does he always grab your wrist like that?”

Your eyes widened slightly before narrowing. “Are you seriously jealous right now?”

Riki shrugged, but his smirk was gone. “Should I be?”

“Of Jongseob?” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Riki admitted, leaning in just enough to make your pulse race. “But I’ve noticed you haven’t been able to look me in the eyes since our last rehearsal. What’s that about?”

Your breath hitched, and you quickly glanced around the room. “Keep your voice down,” you hissed. “People might hear you.”

“So?” Riki replied, his voice soft but insistent. “What are they gonna hear? That we almost kissed? That you’ve been avoiding me ever since?”

Your face flushed, and you grabbed your drink, muttering, “Not here.”

“Where then?” Riki asked, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge. “Lead the way.”

You led Riki through the quieter part of the studio lot, your heels clicking against the pavement as you brought them to the shadowed space behind the trailers. The air was cooler here, and the muffled sounds of the party faded into the background.

“Okay,” you said sharply. “Talk. What do you want to say?”

Riki leaned casually against the trailer, his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed but his gaze piercing. “You’re the one who wanted to talk,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “But you’re the one who hasn’t been able to look me in the eyes since… well, you know.”

You flushed, though you quickly masked it with a scoff. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Riki raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, really? So the avoiding me in rehearsals, the sudden ‘I need to leave’ moments, and the way you’re currently pretending I’m not standing right in front of you—that’s all just coincidence?”

“I’m not avoiding you,” you said defensively, though your voice wavered slightly.

“Uh-huh,” Riki said, pushing off the wall and taking a step closer to you. His tone turned teasing, his smirk widening. “You’re blushing, Yn.”

“I’m not,” you said quickly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks despite your denial.

“You are,” Riki countered, leaning slightly closer. “Fuck, it's cute.”

Your stomach flipped at his words, but you quickly rolled your eyes to cover your reaction. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you muttered. “It’s just… warm out here.”

Riki chuckled softly, his voice dropping a note. “Sure it is.”

Trying to regain control of the situation, you straightened your posture and met his gaze head-on, though the effort made your heart race. “Whatever you’re thinking, Riki, just stop. That almost kiss? It didn’t mean anything. Our chemistry is just because we’re great dancers. That’s it.”

“Is that what you really think?” Riki asked, his tone amused but curious.

“It’s the truth,” you said firmly, though the words felt weak even to your own ears.

Riki smirked, taking another step closer until the space between you was almost nonexistent. “Care to test that little theory?”

You blinked, your breath hitching slightly as you instinctively stepped back, only to feel the cool surface of the trailer against your spine. “Riki,” you said, your voice wavering.

He tilted his head, his eyes glinting with mischief as he reached out to gently lift your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look at him. The heat of his touch sent a jolt through you, and your heart pounded in your chest.

“Admit it,” he said softly, his smirk widening. “There’s something here.”

“There’s nothing here,” you said quickly, though the slight tremble in your voice betrayed you. “You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” Riki murmured, leaning in just enough that his breath brushed against your cheek. “Then why are you so nervous?”

“I’m not—” you started, but the words got caught in your throat as his lips quirked into a knowing smile. “What are you doing?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as Riki leaned even closer, his face mere inches from yours.

“Just testing something,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine.

Before you could respond, his lips brushed against yours softly, tentatively, as if giving you the chance to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you froze, your breath hitching as the heat pooled low in your belly, overwhelming every other thought.

Riki took the lack of resistance as permission, deepening the kiss slowly. His lips moved against yours, slow and sensual. He brought his other hand up to cup your cheek, tilting your face slightly as he pressed closer, his body heat radiating against her own.

Your hands, which had been pressed against the trailer behind you, hesitated before instinctively grabbing the front of his shirt for balance. Your mind screamed at you to stop, to push him away, but your body betrayed you, leaning into the kiss instead.

Riki pulled back slightly, just enough to whisper against your lips, “Still think it doesn’t mean anything?”

Your heart raced. His voice was soft and teasing, but the look in his eyes was anything but. You could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Shut up,” you muttered, grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanking him down into a kiss.

This time, there was no hesitation. The kiss was rough, almost desperate, as if you had both been holding back for far too long. Riki froze for a split second, surprised before he let out a low growl and kissed you back with even more intensity.

His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer as he pressed you firmly against the wall of the trailer. You gasped against his lips, your grip tightening on his shirt as his body pressed into yours.

Riki tilted your chin slightly to deepen the kiss, his thumb brushing against your jaw. “So fucking stubborn,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough and breathless.

“Shut up,” you whispered again, though your voice trembled with emotion.

Riki smirked against your mouth, clearly enjoying your loss of composure. His hands slid to your hips, gripping them tightly as he kissed you harder, rougher. He nipped at your lower lip, earning a soft gasp from you that sent a jolt of satisfaction through him.

Without breaking the kiss, Riki reached behind you, fumbling for the handle of the trailer door. The door creaked open, and he guided you inside, his lips never leaving yours. You stumbled slightly, but Riki’s hands were firm on your waist, steadying you as you moved further into the dimly lit space.

The door swung shut behind you with a soft click, isolating you from the noise of the party outside. Your back hit the wall of the trailer, and Riki leaned into you, his hands braced on either side of your head. His lips traveled down to your jawline, pressing rough, open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

“Riki,” you whispered, your voice shaky but urgent, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” he muttered against your neck, his voice low and gravelly.

His hands slid down your sides, settling on your waist as he pulled you flush against him. You let out a soft whimper, your body responding instinctively to the way his hands gripped you, the way his lips moved against your skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling slightly, which only spurred him on. 

Without a word, Riki’s hands slid to your thighs. In one swift motion, he lifted you effortlessly and set you on the small table behind you. Your breath hitched as your back met the cool surface, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating between you.

“You’re so easy to handle,” Riki murmured against your lips, his voice low and teasing. “Like putty in my hands.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you tried to glare at him, but your resolve crumbled when his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. “Shut up,” you muttered, you voice breathless.

“Shut up?” Riki repeated with a smirk, pulling back just enough to look at you. His dark eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and desire. “Is that all the words you know now, princess?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the pet name, and you hated how much it affected you. “Don’t call me that,” you said weakly, your hands clutching at the front of his shirt.

“Why not?” he teased, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself. Aren’t you, baby?”

Your breath hitched again, and you felt a whine escape your throat before she could stop it. Riki stilled for a moment, his smirk growing into a full grin. “Oh,” he said, his tone almost mocking. “You’re needy, aren’t you?”

“Riki,” you said, your voice a mix of frustration and desire, as you tried to pull him back into another kiss.

But Riki was having none of it. He pulled back slightly, just enough to make you whine again, his hands still gripping your thighs firmly. “Say it,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Say you like it when I call you that.”

You bit your lip, your head spinning as you tried to regain some semblance of control. “I’m not—”

“You’re not what?” Riki interrupted, leaning in so his lips were just a breath away from yours. “Not enjoying this? Because you’re making it pretty obvious, princess.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and despite yourself, she let out a small, needy moan. His hands tightened on your thighs, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was rougher, more consuming than before. You melted against him, your fingers clutching at his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” Riki murmured against your lips, his tone dripping with amusement. “Like I can do whatever I want with you.”

“Riki,” you said again, your voice softer now, almost pleading.

“What is it, baby?” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke. “Tell me what you want.”

Your face burned, your mind a haze of want and frustration. “Stop talking,” you muttered, pulling him back into another desperate kiss.

Riki chuckled against your lips, but he obliged, letting his actions speak louder than words. His hands slid up your sides, his touch firm yet teasing as if he was determined to make you fall apart completely. You felt yourself giving in entirely, your earlier resolve crumbling.

Riki pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath. “Admit it,” he said, his voice low and teasing. "Just tell me you want me as much as I want you right now."

You didn’t respond, but the way your fingers tightened in his shirt and the way your breath hitched told him everything he needed to know.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your lips, and the words sent another shiver down her spine.

You were so overwhelmed. You clung to him as if you needed that to stay grounded. Your head tilted back slightly when his lips trailed down to your jawline once again. You moaned, and he smirked against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. You shivered, your grip tightening on him as his teeth grazed your skin. He bit down lightly, enough to make you gasp but not enough to leave a mark.

“Careful,” you managed to say, though your voice was breathless and shaky. “Don’t leave—”

“I know,” Riki interrupted, his lips brushing against the spot he’d just bitten. “Wouldn’t want anyone else knowing what I’ve done to you.” He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his smirk widening as he saw your flushed face and half-lidded eyes. “Though, honestly? I wouldn’t mind.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, trying to glare at him, but it lacked any real conviction.

Riki chuckled, his hands sliding to her waist as he leaned closer again. “You keep saying that, but I don’t think you actually want me to.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as his lips found your neck again, this time pressing a kiss just beneath your ear. Your head tilted instinctively, and you felt you body betray you, leaning into his touch.

“That’s what I thought,” Riki murmured against your skin. “You like this too much to want me to stop.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” You managed to say, though your voice trembled.

“Maybe,” he replied, his tone playful but tinged with something darker. “But I’m not wrong, am I?” His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the table, flush against him. “Look at you. You’re putty in my hands.”

Your face burned at his words, and you tried to find something—anything—to say that would give you back even a shred of control.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he said, his voice softer now, though the teasing lilt remained. “Especially like this.”

Your breath hitched, and you hated how much your body reacted to his words. “Stop saying things like that,” you said weakly, turning your face away to avoid his gaze.

Riki gently cupped your chin, tilting your face back toward him. “Why?” he asked, his tone light but challenging. “Does it make you nervous? Or…” He leaned in slightly, his lips just a breath away from yours. “Do you like it too much, perhaps?”

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as you struggled to keep your composure. “I hate you.”

“Sure,” Riki said, his smirk widening. “Keep telling yourself that, even if we both know it's not true.”

You didn’t respond—you couldn’t. Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and the way his hands gripped your waist and the heat of his breath against your skin made it impossible to think clearly.

“You’re so quiet now,” Riki teased, brushing his lips against yours lightly, barely a touch. “Where’s all that fire from earlier? Hm?”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the whine that threatened to escape your throat. Your body betrayed you again, leaning into him, and you felt the heat pooling low in your belly grow even stronger.

“Look at you,” Riki murmured, his voice low and filled with a mix of amusement and desire. “So needy. And I haven't even touched you yet."

You crashed your lips against his, your resolve crumbling completely. Fuck it. He let out a low growl, kissing you back. His hand find your lower back and he pushed your hips flushed against his. You could feel how hard he was underneath his jeans, and that alone made you whimpered.

You sighed contently, your hands tangling in his hair. He forced his tongue your mouth, tangling yours with his as his hand kneaded at your thigh. He tentatively bucked his hips against yours and you let out a moan. He smirked and did it again, eventually starting to grind his clothes dick against you.

His other hand gripped your hair, tilting your head back so he could nip and kiss at your neck while he continued to ground against you, rock hard. "So perfect," he whispered against your skin.

"Just fuck me already," you whined, surprising even yourself. What just took over you for you to say something like that to your co-mc, in the fucking trailer?

But to your surprise, Riki groaned against your skin, his hand immediately groped your clothed cunt as his lips went against your ear. "Fuck, so needy. Your lucky we don't have much time, or I'd ruin that pretty little mouth of yours with my cock."

You moaned at that, grinding shamelessly against his hand. Riki chuckled and quickly undid your jeans buttons and hooked his gingers in your waistband, yanking down your pants and underwear all at once. He parted your fold with his pointed finger, humming appreciatively.

"You're drenched, baby," he whispered against your ear. Then suddenly, wasting no time, he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them up. You yelped. "I know, I know. But I have to work you open before you can take my cock, and we don't have time."

You moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You bit your lip hard, knowing you could let any loud sounds out, but the way his long fingers pumped in and out felt so good you almost moaned louder.

He could feel you getting even wetter around his fingers, but he knew it wasn't enough. He added a third finger, knuckles deep, hitting your sweet spot over and over.

"Oh, fuck," you moaned, tears prickling at your eyes from pleasure as your gripped the table so hard your knuckles were turning white.

He kept scissoring you open, hitting deep thrust with his fingers, his thumb presing against your clit, rubbing circled around it. Your vision started to blur. "Fuck, look at you baby. Taking my fingers so well."

You bucked your hips against his hand, your walls already clenching around his fingers. His fingers stilled for a moment, feeling your walls clamp down on his fingers, and he could only think about how good you'll feel around his cock. "God," He muttered before leaning close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered roughly, "Already so desperate for my cock, aren't you?"

You had no shame left, and you don't know what happened between earlier and now, but your mind was fuzzy and dizzy. You just nodded desperately, bucking your hips again to make him move.

He chuckled lowly, and pulled his fingers out abruptly. He couldn't deny his throbbing cock in his pants any longer, or the zipper might rip. You whimpered at the loss of contact, your skin covered with sweat. He immediately unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion. "Please, tell me you're on the pill."

You nodded and he exhaled, "Thank God," he muttered, grabbing your thighs and opening them further, positioning himself between your legs. You both hissed when he pushed the head inside you. His eyes fluttered shut, and he took a deep breath. You felt so good, he thought he could almost come right here and there.

He pushed inside, inch by inch, and you felt every vein of his shaft. Your head was thrown back in pleasure, and you bit your lip, your eyes rolling back. after felt like forever, he bottomed out. he had to brace himself, his hands on either side of your hips on the table, as his lips placed soft kisses to your cleavage.

He gave you a bit of time to adjust to his size, but when you put your hand on his shoulder, he lifted his head to look at you. Your lips were swollen and red, your hair disheveled and your cheeks flushed, and it was the most beautiful and hottest sight he's ever seen. You nodded slowly, informing him you were ready.

He let his instincts take control then. He grabbed your hip, hard enough to leave marks, before pulling out almost all the way and thrusting back hard. You had to muffle your moans with your hand as he set a ruthless pace, his thrusts hard and fast. "Fuck, you're so tight,"

With his hard rhythm, your breath was bouncing underneath his shirt. He quickly put it off your body alongside his shirt and jacket, throwing them carelessly on the floor. It was so risky, but you were both so gone you didn't care anymore. he squeezed and pinched your nipples as he continued to pound into you. "Look at those perfect tits, damn."

You were crying out into your hand, and the sight almost broke him. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, hooking them over his elbow and pulled one of your leg up so he could go deeper, the new angle making you see stars, eyes rolling back.

He leaned so he could bite your neck, still careful not to leave any marks, because one he knew you'd kill him, though you were so gone right now he knew he could do whatever he wanted. and second, because your stylist and manager would probably kill you, and he couldn't let you get in troubles because of him.

Your walls tighten around him, gripping him like a vice and he cursed under his breath. "Shit, I'm gonna come if you keep squeezing me like that," he said breathlessly.

You could only moan against your mouth at his words, your mind filled with pleasure and already gone. He replaced your hand with his, clamping it down on your mouth, as he smirked when you moaned against his mouth. His thrust became erratic, his free hand digging into your hip. "That's right, baby," he whispered in your ear. "Can't even think straight right now, can you?"

Your brain was getting fuzzy as your walls clenched around him so hard he could hardly move. You looked at him, eyes glossy with tears. He cursed loudly and his thrust became uncoordinated.

You came hard around him, your face contorted in pleasure as you let out a broken moan. Your eyes rolled back, your back arching, and drooling against his hand, this was the most beautiful sight he's ever witnessed. The look of pure bliss on your face was one he would never forget and would engrave in his memory forever.

He burried his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his own groans and he felt tipping closer over the edge. He was gonna pull out, but your legs wrapped against his waist. He looked into your eyes and when you nodded, he came inside you with a low moan.

You were both panting, and he was still burried inside you. The trailer was silent except for your heavy breathing. You leaned back against the table, your cheeks flushed, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Riki stood in front of you, his hands resting on the edge of the table on either side of your hips, trapping her in place. His hair was disheveled, and his skin flushed and sweaty.

You both stared at each other for a moment, the weight of what had just happened settling between you. Your lips were still slightly swollen, your eyes wide and filled with a mix of emotions—confusion, panic, and something else you couldn’t quite place.

Riki, on the other hand, looked more composed. He straightened up slightly, carefully pulling out, running a hand through his hair as he tried to catch his breath. “You okay?” he asked softly, his voice low and filled with concern.

You nodded quickly, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah. I’m fine,” she said, though your voice wavered slightly.

“Here,” Riki said, grabbing a tissue from a nearby box and cleaning you up before passing you your disheveled clothes. He was so gentle when he cleaned you up, and he also cleaned the table since some of the mix of both of your cum fell onto it.

You then both got dressed silently. When you were both dressed, Riki grabbed another tissue and stepped closer, his fingers brushing against your chin as he gently wiped a smudge of makeup from your cheek. “Hold still,” he murmured, his tone softer than before.

You froze under his touch, your heart pounding again—not from what had just happened, but from the tenderness in his gesture. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” Riki interrupted, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he focused on the task at hand. “You look… shaken up. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I said I’m fine,” you replied quickly, though your cheeks burned under his gaze.

Riki stepped back slightly, giving you space as he nodded. “Okay. But if you’re not… you can tell me.”

You glanced at him briefly, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his voice. “I know,” she said softly.

As he leaned against the table, clearly trying to find the right words to say, your phone buzzed loudly on the counter where you'd left it earlier. The sudden sound made both of you jump slightly.

You grabbed it quickly, your fingers fumbling as you unlocked the screen. Your heart sank when you saw the text from Jongseob.

[Jongseob] I don't know where the fuck are you, but I have to go home. Early photoshoot tomorrow. Your manager's on his way to pick you up. Call me when you can.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, your eyes widening as you quickly typed a response.

Riki tilted his head, watching you with a mix of curiosity and concern. “What is it?”

“It’s Jongseob,” you said, your voice clipped. You shoved your phone into your pocket and straightened your shirt hastily. “He left already. I need to go.”

“Wait,” Riki said, stepping in front of you to block your path. “Can we… talk about this first?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you replied quickly, your tone sharper than you intended. You avoided his gaze as you grabbed your bag from the chair nearby.

“Nothing to talk about?” Riki repeated, his tone incredulous. “Yn, we just—”

“I know,” you cut him off, your voice quieter now, though the urgency was still there. “It was a mistake, and it can't happen again. I'll...I'll see you later.”

Before Riki could say another word, you brushed past him and slipped out of the trailer, leaving him standing alone in the dimly lit space. The door clicked shut behind you, and the silence that followed was deafening.

He let out a long breath, raking a hand through his hair as he leaned back against the table. His mind raced with everything that had just happened, and the way you had left so abruptly only added to the confusion swirling in his chest.

“Of course she’d run,” he muttered to himself, a wry smile tugging at his lips as he stared at the closed door. But the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

He grabbed a tissue from the box and wiped his hands absently, his gaze unfocused. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between you—something he wasn’t sure could ever go back to the way it was.

Outside the trailer, you leaned against it, trying to catch your breath as you could hardly feel your legs. "What the hell just happened?" you whispered to yourself.

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[illness-cupid]

GURLL no fr hear me out…

shower sex with niki

YASS QUEEN 🤩

i want you to imagine water falling on your body, you're shy and your back is to niki, not that you were insecure or anything, but since the beginning of your relationship things have never gotten as heated as that night in the shower. you heard sighs and hoarse moans from your boyfriend behind you, he was masturbating while he was squeezing your ass and whispering perverse things in your ear.You heard sighs and hoarse moans from your boyfriend behind you, he was masturbating while he was squeezing your ass and whispering perverse things in your ear.

"oh, baby, you drive me crazy, i can't wait to eat you."

in a split second, niki bends down and opens your ass cheeks looking for your pussy, your head spins when you feel the boy's skillful and wet tongue, niki is a good pussy eater.

"just preparing you for my dick, you know, big boys like me can hurt."

after this speech you feel two fingers enter your cavity, you had already touched yourself several times but niki's fingers reached points that your fingers could not reach, and he managed to give you the maximum pleasure of masturbation. a few husky chuckles could be heard, damn he knew exactly how to make you feel good.

he then removes his fingers and inserts his dick inside you, the water was still falling on your bodies and you tried your best to control your legs because you felt that at any moment you would fall to the floor from so much pleasure.

"you like that, huh?"

it wasn't a question, it was a statement. after a few more minutes you squirted on his cock, satisfied.

"are you already tired? i didn't even start."

oh lord, the night will be long.