#ni ki x male reader

[the0-tdh]

HAUNTED THRILLS AND HEARTBEATS

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The carnival buzzed with lights and laughter, but M/N barely noticed—his focus was on the haunted house looming ahead.

“Scared?” Ni-ki teased, squeezing his hand.

M/N scoffed. “Not a chance.”

A ghostly wail echoed from inside.

Ni-ki smirked. “We’ll see about that.”

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MASTERLIST

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The neon lights of the carnival flickered against the dark sky, painting the bustling crowd in shades of pink, blue, and gold. The scent of buttered popcorn and cotton candy filled the air as laughter and excited screams echoed through the fairgrounds. Amidst it all, Ni-ki clutched M/N’s hand tightly, swinging their intertwined fingers between them as they strolled through the lively scene.

“Are you sure you’re not scared?” Ni-ki teased, nudging M/N’s side with a grin. His dark eyes glimmered with mischief under the dim carnival lights.

M/N scoffed, feigning confidence. “Me? Scared? Please, I’ve seen scarier things in my sleep.”

Ni-ki chuckled, tugging him toward their destination—the carnival’s infamous haunted house. The rickety wooden sign above the entrance swayed slightly, its painted letters reading House of Horrors. Fake cobwebs clung to the corners, and eerie moans played from hidden speakers. A few people exited with nervous laughs, some shaking their heads as if to say, never again.

“I dunno,” M/N muttered, suddenly feeling the weight of the ominous atmosphere. “What if I—”

Before he could finish, Ni-ki had already pulled him inside.

The first room was dark, save for dim, flickering lanterns lining the path. The walls were old, cracked wood, and a musty scent filled the air. A sudden wail echoed, followed by a crash. M/N jumped, instinctively gripping Ni-ki’s arm.

Ni-ki laughed. “Oh? And here I thought you weren’t scared.”

M/N scowled. “I wasn’t! That was just... unexpected.”

“Sure, babe.” Ni-ki’s teasing smirk only grew wider.

They walked deeper into the haunted house, past animatronic ghouls and actors dressed as spirits, jumping out from hidden panels. One particularly aggressive jump scare had M/N yelping and practically throwing himself into Ni-ki’s arms.

Ni-ki let out a breathless laugh, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Wow, you really do scare easily.”

“Shut up,” M/N mumbled, burying his face against Ni-ki’s shoulder as another eerie groan filled the air.

With every step, M/N found himself clinging to Ni-ki more—his hands gripping his jacket, his body pressing closer for warmth and security. Ni-ki, ever the troublemaker, took full advantage of this, occasionally whispering “Boo” into his ear just to hear him yelp.

“Ni-ki, I swear to—”

Before M/N could finish his threat, a ghostly figure in tattered robes lunged from the shadows. A shriek tore from his throat, and in the heat of the moment, M/N instinctively grabbed Ni-ki’s hand and ran.

They burst through the final curtain and into the cool night air, M/N panting as Ni-ki doubled over in laughter. “Oh my god,” Ni-ki wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. “That was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

M/N shot him a glare, cheeks burning. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Ni-ki grinned, tugging M/N close. His laughter softened into something more affectionate as he leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against M/N’s forehead.

M/N huffed, but he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know,” Ni-ki teased, linking their fingers again. “Now, how about I buy you some churros as a peace offering?”

M/N pretended to think about it. “Hmm… make it two, and I might forgive you.”

Ni-ki laughed, pulling him along toward the food stalls. “Deal.”

[kaiyunsim]

guilty—

pairing : best friend!ni-ki x male!reader

summary : you invite ni-ki over and things get kinda hot inside…

warnings : fluff, maybe slightly suggestive, idk ni-ki is shirtless, based on guilty performance

a/n : i WOULDVE used the guilty pics but i just saw these pics and really like them. also probably not taking requests like this anymore cuz i don’t really like writing them… (sorry)

queueing : guilty - taemin

[requested]

— wc : 2.2k — not proof read —

it's not like inviting ni-ki over is weird. you guys are friends. close ones, even. you talk all the time, send each other dumb memes, argue about the best gaming strategies, and hang out like it’s the most natural thing in the world. so this shouldn’t be a big deal.

except it is.

because having a massive, painfully obvious crush on your best friend tends to make things complicated.

when you text him to come over, it takes him all of two seconds to respond with a casual yeah, be there soon, like it’s nothing. because to him, it is nothing. but to you? it’s an hour of trying to calm your racing heart, of overthinking everything, of pacing around your room and wondering if your place is clean enough, if you should change your shirt, if you should act any different than usual (no, that would be weird, right?).

by the time the doorbell rings, you’re already a mess.

you take a deep breath, shake out your hands, and open the door like you weren’t just standing there having a crisis.

ni-ki stands on your doorstep, grinning as he swings a convenience store bag in one hand. “yo.”

“hey,” you say, proud of how normal your voice sounds.

he steps inside like he’s done a hundred times before, kicking off his shoes and heading straight to your couch. he moves so comfortably in your space, like he belongs here. which, in a way, he does. you’ve known each other long enough for this to be second nature, so you really need to pull it together.

“i brought snacks,” ni-ki says, plopping down onto the couch and digging into the bag. “oh, and these.” he tosses a pack of your favorite candy at you.

you barely catch it in time, blinking at him. “you got this for me?”

“yeah?” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “you always steal mine, so i figured i’d get you your own.”

you want to scream into a pillow. instead, you swallow and mumble, “thanks.”

“no problem.” he leans back, stretching out his long legs. “so? what’s the plan? are you finally ready to accept that i’m the better gamer?”

you scoff, grabbing the controllers. “you wish.”

the game starts, and for a while, everything is normal. you fall into your usual rhythm. trash-talking, shoving each other when one of you pulls off a cheap move, laughing whenever ni-ki yells at the screen. it’s easy, familiar, and for a second, you forget about the whole i have a ridiculous crush on my best friend thing.

but then ni-ki shifts next to you, knee knocking against yours, and just like that, you’re reminded.

you try to focus on the game, but it’s impossible when he’s sitting so close, when his fingers move effortlessly over the buttons, when his face lights up in triumph every time he wins. and god, he’s so pretty. it’s not fair.

“dude, you’re losing so bad,” ni-ki teases, nudging your shoulder. “what’s up with you today?”

“nothing,” you lie, gripping the controller tighter.

he squints at you. “you’re acting weird.”

“no, i’m not.”

“you totally are.”

“just play the game.”

he shrugs, turning his attention back to the screen, but the damage is done. you’re spiraling again, overthinking every little thing, and before you know it, you’ve lost another round.

ni-ki stretches his arms over his head with a satisfied sigh. “man, it’s getting hot in here.”

you barely register his words before he reaches for the hem of his hoodie and pulls it over his head in one swift motion. underneath, he’s wearing a plain t-shirt, but then… then he tugs that off too, leaving him in nothing but his sweatpants.

your brain short-circuits.

he doesn’t even hesitate. just tosses his shirt onto the couch like it’s no big deal. “that’s better,” he sighs, shaking out his hair.

you, on the other hand, are not better.

you are not fine.

you are actively malfunctioning.

your mouth opens and closes a few times before you manage to choke out, “what are you doing?”

ni-ki blinks at you. “taking my shirt off?”

“but why?”

he gives you a confused look. “because it’s hot?”

“you can’t just—” you gesture wildly at his very bare, very toned torso, “—do that!”

he frowns. “why not? we’re both guys.”

and logically, sure. there’s no reason for this to be a big deal. but logically, you also shouldn’t be hopelessly in love with your best friend, and yet here you are.

your face is burning. your entire body feels like it’s on fire. ni-ki is still looking at you like you’re the weird one, and you know if you stay here any longer, you’re going to say or do something humiliating.

so you do the only thing you can think of.

you run.

“i need to—uh—get something,” you stammer, practically launching yourself off the couch.

ni-ki watches in confusion as you bolt to your room, slamming the door behind you.

he stares after you for a moment, then shrugs and picks up his phone, completely unaware that you’re currently on the other side of the door, having an actual meltdown.

you press your back against the door, heart pounding like you just ran a marathon. your hands grip at your shirt, trying to ground yourself, but it does nothing to stop the sheer chaos in your brain.

ni-ki is in your living room. ni-ki, your best friend. ni-ki, shirtless.

you squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to calm down. it’s not like this is the first time you’ve seen him like that. you’ve been to the pool together, changed in locker rooms after practice, but something about this is different. maybe because it’s just the two of you, in the privacy of your room, where your stupid, hopeless crush feels ten times heavier.

you shake your head aggressively. get it together. he’s just a guy. a guy who doesn’t even realize what he’s doing to you.

outside, you hear ni-ki shift on the couch, probably wondering what the hell is wrong with you. you know you can’t stay in here forever, but the thought of going back out there, of sitting next to him while trying to act normal… it makes your face heat up all over again.

you take a deep breath, then another, pressing a hand to your chest like that’ll somehow slow down your heart rate. okay. you just need to play it cool. pretend like nothing happened. act like a normal, sane person.

with one last deep inhale, you push the door open and step out.

ni-ki is still on the couch, legs stretched out, casually scrolling through his phone. he looks up when he hears you, tilting his head. “dude, what was that?”

“what was what?” you say way too quickly.

ni-ki raises an eyebrow. “you, running away like i just said something weird.”

you force out a laugh. “i didn’t run away.”

he just stares at you. “you literally ran.”

“i—i needed to, um, check something,” you mumble, walking past him and pretending to be very interested in adjusting the snack bags on the table.

“...right.”

you can feel his eyes on you, and it takes everything in you not to combust on the spot.

“you good?” he asks after a moment, voice softer.

“yep. totally fine.” you turn back to him with what you hope is a normal expression. “let’s just keep playing.”

he doesn’t look convinced, but he shrugs, grabbing his controller again. “alright, if you say so.”

you sit down next to him—not too close, just enough that it doesn’t seem weird. ni-ki doesn’t seem to think twice about it, immediately starting the next round. but you? you can barely focus. your eyes keep betraying you, flickering to the curve of his shoulders, the toned muscles in his arms, the way his collarbones shift whenever he moves.

it’s ridiculous, really. he’s not even doing anything. he’s just existing, and it’s driving you insane.

you suck in a sharp breath, forcing yourself to look at the screen. focus. focus on the game. not on ni-ki’s stupidly perfect body.

“hey,” ni-ki says suddenly, breaking you out of your thoughts. “why are you playing so bad today?”

you blink, realizing you just drove your character straight off the track. “uh.”

he laughs, nudging your knee with his. “you’re totally off your game, man. maybe i should take my shirt off more often if it distracts you this much.”

you choke.

ni-ki looks at you, amused. “...wait. is that what this is about?”

panic. pure, unfiltered panic floods through you. “w-what? no! obviously not! why would—why would that distract me? that’s so dumb. you’re dumb.”

ni-ki squints at you, his grin growing. “oh my god. you’re flustered.”

“i am not flustered.”

“you totally are.”

“shut up.”

he laughs again, and it’s so unfair how effortlessly good he looks doing it. he leans closer, a teasing glint in his eyes. “i mean, it’s fine if you are. i am pretty good-looking.”

you want the ground to swallow you whole. “i’m going to throw you out the window.”

“uh-huh.” he smirks, and it’s infuriating. “so you don’t think i’m hot?”

your brain short-circuits for the second time that night. “what?”

“you heard me.”

“i’m not answering that.”

“so you do think i’m hot.”

“ni-ki.”

“it’s okay, i get it.” he leans back, smug. “i’d have a crush on me too.”

your soul leaves your body. he says it like a joke, like it’s nothing, like he has no idea how dangerously close he is to the truth.

you grab a pillow and smack him in the face with it.

he bursts out laughing, dodging your second attack. “okay, okay! chill!”

you groan, slumping back against the couch and covering your face with your hands. “i hate you.”

“no, you don’t.”

you peek through your fingers, glaring. he’s still grinning, completely unbothered. and, worst of all, still shirtless.

you exhale slowly, trying to gather whatever scraps of dignity you have left. “put your damn shirt back on.”

ni-ki smirks, stretching his arms behind his head like he’s enjoying this. “nah, i’m good.”

you gape at him. “what—ni-ki.”

he grins, tilting his head. “what? you were the one acting all weird about it. now i feel like keeping it off just to mess with you.”

“that’s literally the worst reason.”

“or the best.” he shrugs, completely unbothered. “besides, you never actually answered my question.”

you hesitate. “...what question?”

his smirk grows. “do you think i’m hot?”

you make a noise that’s half a groan, half a dying animal. “i’m not answering that.”

“so yes.”

“so shut up.”

he laughs, absolutely thriving off your suffering, and flops onto the couch like he has no care in the world. “guess i’ll just stay like this, then.”

you stare at him, horrified. “you’re evil.”

he grins. “and you’re flustered.”

you grab the pillow again, ready to smother him with it.

ni-ki smirks, leaning further back into the couch like he has all the time in the world.

you stare at him, exasperated. “ni-ki. put. your. shirt. back. on.”

he raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your suffering. “hmm. no.”

“why not?” you huff, crossing your arms.

he shrugs, completely unbothered. “kinda nice seeing you all flustered. didn’t know this was all it took.”

you groan, feeling your face heat up again. “you are the worst.”

he grins. “and yet, here you are, still staring.”

you snap your head away so fast you might get whiplash. ni-ki laughs at you, full-on cackles, and you swear you’ve never been more embarrassed in your life.

he stretches lazily, arms above his head, on purpose, you know he’s doing it on purpose now. “so,” he says, looking at you with a glint in his eyes. “you got a crush on me or something?”

your stomach drops. your breath catches in your throat.

and ni-ki? ni-ki just smirks like he already knows the answer.

you could deny it. you should deny it. but the way he’s looking at you, teasing, but also strangely expectant, makes you hesitate.

after a long pause, you exhale sharply, rubbing the back of your neck. “...maybe.”

his smirk grows. “maybe?”

you roll your eyes. “fine. yes, okay? i like you. happy now?”

he hums, tilting his head like he’s considering something. “hmm. yeah. i think i am.”

you blink. “wait—what?”

he grins, leaning forward slightly. “would’ve been nice to know earlier, you know. would’ve saved me all this effort.”

you gape at him. “effort? what effort?”

he shrugs, like it’s obvious. “the effort of making you admit it first.”

you stare at him, speechless. “you knew?”

he laughs. “not really. but i hoped.”

your brain short-circuits. “you hoped?”

he just winks, and finally—finally—grabs his shirt off the couch. “now that you’ve confessed, maybe i’ll put this back on.”

you groan, shoving a pillow in his face as he cackles. this is not how you expected today to go.

[angelsfat3]

ⓘㅤ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋. ⠀⠀( 崇拜我的罪恶，先生。)

𝓢ummary “ ✉. In a time when women were burned for using reason and men were supposed to follow the words of God, a demon took possession of a beautiful young man to teach a lost priest, to love.

⠀،،⠀Genre. ’ Sci-fi, drama, religious au.

( 𝒄/𝒘. )───Repression, forbidden fruit(?), teasing, tension, religious trauma.

The confessional was nearly dark, illuminated only by the faint flicker of a candle on the nearby altar. You, the priest, sat on the small bench, trying to steady the tremor in your hands as you heard footsteps approaching.

You knew who it was even before he knelt on the other side of the screen.

“Father [...], the world has always been this way, ever since Adam and Eve tasted the forbidden fruit,” Ni-ki began, his tone not just penitent but laced with something darker, something far more intimate. “We were born with sin inside us… as if it were part of our flesh.”

You knew what his words meant, what he was truly trying to say.

You bit your tongue for a moment, tasting the danger in his confession. You responded carefully, your words measured to avoid suspicion but firm like a warning.

“Sin always lies in wait, Ni-ki,” you said with a calmness that barely masked your own turmoil. “But don’t forget that redemption exists, even for the most tormented hearts.”

What you didn’t say was that those very words had failed you on so many nights when the flesh spoke louder than your faith, when your spirit surrendered to Ni-ki.

From the other side, Ni-ki let out a short, almost imperceptible sigh, but to you, it sounded like a scream.

A heavy silence settled between you. You could feel his breath on the other side of the screen, and you knew he was wrestling with himself. Finally, his voice broke the stillness, trembling and barely audible:

“What if… what if sin doesn’t just lie in wait but calls to me? What if my soul leans toward it, as if I can’t resist?”

Heat rose to your face, and you gripped your knees tightly to maintain your composure. You knew him too well.

You knew he wasn’t just talking about sin in the abstract; he was talking about you, about what you’d shared in those fleeting moments where the world seemed to vanish.

“Ni-ki, sin always waits for us, but our will must be stronger than the call of anything that leads us astray,” you said, your voice steadier than your heart.

It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either—not when you yourself had strayed so many times toward him, toward his lips, toward the abyss of his body.

“Well, we are human, and… the flesh is weak, Ni-ki,” you said, the weight of your own words almost unbearable. “But we must not give in. Each time we fall, we drift further from the grace that has been granted to us.”

“And what if my will isn’t enough?” Ni-ki pressed, his breathing growing heavier, as if your words hurt him as much as they hurt you. “What if there’s no hope for those who have already fallen?”

The question struck you like a dagger. You knew he wanted you to tell him yes, that there was hope, that what you shared wasn’t condemned. But you couldn’t say that—not here, not ever.

The confessional turned into an oven, the air so thick it was nearly impossible to breathe. Your hands clenched into fists on your knees as you fought the tremor in your chest.

Finally, you leaned closer to the screen, lowering your voice even further.

“Ni-ki… none of us are worthy, but don’t forget that God’s mercy is infinite. No matter how far you think you’ve fallen, there is always redemption… but only if we are willing to let go of what drags us into the abyss.”

Your words felt hollow, even to you. You knew they spoke of him, of the two of you, of the secret you shared that, if discovered, could condemn you both.

Ni-ki didn’t respond immediately, but the silence that followed wasn’t one of repentance. It was one of restrained desire, of something no prayer or penance could erase.

The silence was unbearable. You could imagine his expression on the other side—the mix of pain and frustration you’d seen so many times in his dark eyes.

“And what about you, Father?” he finally whispered, his voice sharp enough to leave you breathless. “Can you let it go?”

The question hung in the air, both an accusation and a plea. You felt your lips move, but no words came out.

You didn’t have an answer because you knew, despite the guilt eating away at you, despite every moment with him being a reminder of the risk you were taking, you couldn’t imagine a world where you didn’t seek him out.

But you couldn’t say that.

“Pray, Ni-ki,” was all you could manage, your voice breaking at the end. “Pray that we both find the strength we need.”

Finally, you heard his voice again, barely a murmur.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned… and I will sin again.”

A chill ran down your spine. You couldn’t see him, but you knew his eyes were fixed on the screen, searching for yours through the thin barrier.

You closed your eyes and clutched the crucifix hanging from your neck, trying to remember why you had chosen this path.

You heard him stand, his steps retreating slowly, but you didn’t dare to look. You remained there, in the dim light, the unspoken words weighing like chains around your heart.

You knew that when the day ended and the shadows once again blanketed the village, you would seek him out. And that would be your true sin.

The echo of Ni-ki’s footsteps should have faded, but the silence that remained was unsettling, as though something unseen had filled the space.

You stayed seated on the bench of the confessional, your trembling hands clasped tightly in front of you, searching for solace in the words of your own prayer.

Then, a sharp sound shattered the moment. The door on your side of the confessional creaked open. You looked up, your heart stalling for an instant.

Ni-ki stood there, framed in the doorway, his silhouette outlined by the faint glow of the candles. His dark eyes bore into yours—not with the softness or the pain you had grown used to seeing in him.

This time, there was something else, something that made your skin crawl.

He remained silent, his lips slightly parted, as if the words refused to leave. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, as though caught between the urge to move forward and the fear of crossing a line from which there was no return.

But what unsettled you most was what you saw in his eyes: a dark void, a need that didn’t seem human.

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t. You were frozen.

You could only stare, paralyzed by the intensity of his presence. He was Ni-ki, and yet he wasn’t. The gentle warmth that always lowered your guard now seemed overshadowed by a darkness that made him look… different. Unreal.

Finally, you drew in a breath, trying to regain your composure.

“Ni-ki, what are you doing?” you asked, though the question came out as little more than a whisper.

He didn’t respond. He stepped into the confessional, and his shadow seemed to stretch, swallowing the space between you. There was no fear in his gaze, but neither was there comfort. It was as though he was about to consume you with his eyes.

“You… look different,” you continued, your hands gripping the edge of the bench to steady yourself. “What is it that you need?”

His reply was barely audible, an echo that seemed to come from some deep corner of his being:

“You.”

Your chest tightened, and the air seemed to abandon you entirely. But there was something in the way he said it—something not like the restrained passion you knew. It was something else, something that chilled you to the bone.

You closed your eyes and began murmuring a prayer, the words spilling from your lips in desperation.

“Our Father, who art in heaven…”

Ni-ki took another step closer, and the heat in the small cabin became suffocating. You could feel his gaze on you, intense and heavy, as if he sought to strip more than just your resolve.

“Hallowed be thy name…” you continued, your hands now trembling uncontrollably. “Deliver us from evil…”

Ni-ki’s voice, softer yet laden with that inhuman intensity, cut through your prayer.

“Do you think that will save you from me?”

Your eyes snapped open, and you saw him so close you could barely breathe.

Ni-ki’s face was mere inches from yours, but his expression was that of someone caught between suffering and ecstasy.

He was real, and he was here to claim you.

Your breaths came shallow, barely enough to keep you conscious as Ni-ki’s gaze pierced through you. His eyes, as dark as the deepest night, glimmered with something you couldn’t name—something that made the air feel heavier, as if reality itself bent to his will.

Ni-ki raised a hand slowly, his fingers brushing the wood of the confessional as though savoring every grain. His voice, low but filled with a power that didn’t seem human, broke the silence.

"You cannot pray against what is already within you, Father."

The words struck like a weight on your chest, stealing the air from your lungs.

This place, sanctified by so many prayers and penances, now felt like a battleground where the sacred and the profane faced each other head-on.

"Ni-ki, you don't know what you're saying," you murmured, though even you doubted your own words. Your voice trembled, unable to hide the fear creeping into your heart.

He tilted his head slightly, his expression almost... curious. His lips curved into a smile that never reached his eyes.

"Don’t I?" he replied, taking another step closer, so near now you could feel his warm breath against your skin. "Or is it you who doesn’t understand what we are?"

The word we echoed in your mind, an unrelenting whisper that refused to fade.

You shook your head, trying to hold onto reality, to what you knew to be true. But even as you did, you felt your conviction crumbling like a sandcastle under an unstoppable wave.

"This isn’t real," you insisted, though the tremor in your voice betrayed your growing despair. "Ni-ki, you... you’re not this."

His smile widened, and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes, a spark that made you instinctively retreat against the pew.

"Not this?" he asked, almost amused. "Then what am I, Father? The frightened boy who sought comfort in your words? Or the man who has patiently waited for you to stop pretending?"

The intensity of his gaze made you look away, but you couldn’t escape the weight of his presence, which seemed to fill every corner of the confessional. It was as if he were absorbing the light itself, leaving only shadows in his wake.

You tried praying again, your lips moving quickly as you muttered.

"Deliver us from evil, amen. Deliver us from evil..."

But Ni-ki leaned closer, stopping you with a hand that lightly touched your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. His fingers were warm, but his touch sent a chill down your spine.

"Stop fighting," he whispered, his voice so soft it felt like a caress. "The evil isn’t outside of you, Father. It’s here. With me."

Your heart pounded in your chest, every beat reverberating in your ears as you tried to pull away from him. But you couldn’t.

Not because you lacked the strength, but because something in his gaze held you still, as if you were caught under a spell.

"Ni-ki, please..." you managed to say, though your voice broke into a whisper.

He leaned even closer, his lips just a breath away from yours.

"Please what?" he asked, his tone dripping with a mix of mockery and something darker, something that sent shivers down to your very bones. "Please stop? Or please stay and make me yours?"

The tension was unbearable, and you felt your will falter. Deep down, you knew you were on the brink of something from which there was no return, something that would challenge not just your faith but everything you believed yourself to be.

And then, Ni-ki smiled—that same smile that now seemed to belong to someone—or something—entirely different.

"Choose, Father," he murmured, his voice soft, yet the words thundered in your mind. "But remember... you can’t save us both."

The silence that followed was suffocating, laden with a palpable tension that seemed to freeze the air between you. Ni-ki didn’t look away, his smile cutting into you like a blade.

His hand remained on your chin, holding you with a gentleness that only made the situation more unbearable. You could feel the warmth of his skin, but the touch burned as if marked by something unholy.

"Why do you tremble, Father?" he whispered, leaning even closer. His breath brushed against your lips, and his dark gaze glimmered with a mix of challenge and... delight? "You shouldn’t fear me. After all, you’re the man of God, aren’t you?"

"You cannot pray against what is already within you, Father."

The words struck like a weight on your chest, stealing the air from your lungs.

This place, sanctified by so many prayers and penances, now felt like a battleground where the sacred and the profane faced each other head-on.

"Ni-ki, you don't know what you're saying," you murmured, though even you doubted your own words. Your voice trembled, unable to hide the fear creeping into your heart.

He tilted his head slightly, his expression almost... curious. His lips curved into a smile that never reached his eyes.

"Don’t I?" he replied, taking another step closer, so near now you could feel his warm breath against your skin. "Or is it you who doesn’t understand what we are?"

The word we echoed in your mind, an unrelenting whisper that refused to fade.

You shook your head, trying to hold onto reality, to what you knew to be true. But even as you did, you felt your conviction crumbling like a sandcastle under an unstoppable wave.

"This isn’t real," you insisted, though the tremor in your voice betrayed your growing despair. "Ni-ki, you... you’re not this."

His smile widened, and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes, a spark that made you instinctively retreat against the pew.

"Not this?" he asked, almost amused. "Then what am I, Father? The frightened boy who sought comfort in your words? Or the man who has patiently waited for you to stop pretending?"

The intensity of his gaze made you look away, but you couldn’t escape the weight of his presence, which seemed to fill every corner of the confessional. It was as if he were absorbing the light itself, leaving only shadows in his wake.

You tried praying again, your lips moving quickly as you muttered.

"Deliver us from evil, amen. Deliver us from evil..."

But Ni-ki leaned closer, stopping you with a hand that lightly touched your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. His fingers were warm, but his touch sent a chill down your spine.

"Stop fighting," he whispered, his voice so soft it felt like a caress. "The evil isn’t outside of you, Father. It’s here. With me."

Your heart pounded in your chest, every beat reverberating in your ears as you tried to pull away from him. But you couldn’t.

Not because you lacked the strength, but because something in his gaze held you still, as if you were caught under a spell.

"Ni-ki, please..." you managed to say, though your voice broke into a whisper.

He leaned even closer, his lips just a breath away from yours.

"Please what?" he asked, his tone dripping with a mix of mockery and something darker, something that sent shivers down to your very bones. "Please stop? Or please stay and make me yours?"

The tension was unbearable, and you felt your will falter. Deep down, you knew you were on the brink of something from which there was no return, something that would challenge not just your faith but everything you believed yourself to be.

And then, Ni-ki smiled—that same smile that now seemed to belong to someone—or something—entirely different.

"Choose, Father," he murmured, his voice soft, yet the words thundered in your mind. "But remember... you can’t save us both."

The silence that followed was suffocating, laden with a palpable tension that seemed to freeze the air between you. Ni-ki didn’t look away, his smile cutting into you like a blade.

His hand remained on your chin, holding you with a gentleness that only made the situation more unbearable. You could feel the warmth of his skin, but the touch burned as if marked by something unholy.

"Why do you tremble, Father?" he whispered, leaning even closer. His breath brushed against your lips, and his dark gaze glimmered with a mix of challenge and... delight? "You shouldn’t fear me. After all, you’re the man of God, aren’t you?"

You tried to speak, but the words died in your throat. You were paralyzed, caught between the urge to push him away and the unknown abyss his closeness threatened to drag you into. Ni-ki noticed, and his smile widened, malicious and taunting.

"You know," he continued, his voice low and seductive, every word falling over you like drops of venom, "I’ve always wondered if your prayers were as sincere as you claimed. Now I see they’re not. Not when you tremble like this... with me so close."

He released your chin slowly, but he didn’t move away. His hand trailed downward, grazing the collar of your cassock, his fingers toying with the edge of the fabric, as if tempted to tear it away.

His gaze never left yours, and every movement he made was laced with a clear intention: to make you fall.

"Young lamb of God... this has to stop," you finally managed to say, though your voice was barely a whisper. Your words, however, only seemed to amuse him further.

"Stop?" he repeated, tilting his head with feigned confusion. "Why should I? Isn’t this what you wanted with me?"

The audacity in his tone hit you like a punch. You stared at him with a mix of disbelief and horror, but he was unfazed. He took another step closer, closing the distance between you until there was no space left to breathe.

"Don’t say you didn’t want this, Father." His voice dropped lower, a whisper dripping with insinuation. "I’ve seen how you run your fingers over your lips after they brush against mine... Always thinking no one noticed. But I did. I always did."

Your mind filled with fleeting images—of all the times you’d allowed your gaze to linger on him too long, of all the nights you’d battled thoughts that had no place in the life of a priest.

Ni-ki was tearing through every layer of your defenses, exposing you without mercy.

He leaned in until his face was level with yours, his dark eyes glinting with something deeper, something more terrifying.

"Tell me, Father," he asked, his tone mocking, "how many times have you prayed to be freed from me? How many times have you begged your God to strip this ‘sin’ away from you?"

His fingers, playful yet deliberate, trailed down to your chest, brushing against the cross hanging from your neck.

"You know what I think?" he continued, leaning even closer, his lips grazing the skin of your ear. "I think not even He can save you from me."

Your body reacted before your mind did. You pulled away abruptly, rising from the pew and stumbling back a few steps. But even then, the image of Ni-ki standing there with that wicked smile haunted you.

He didn’t move, but his gaze followed you—intense, inescapable.

"Where are you going, Father?" he asked, his tone feigning innocence, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his true game. "To hide behind your office again?"

Desperation overtook you, and you began murmuring a prayer, the words tumbling clumsily from your lips.

“Our Father, who art in Heaven, I beg you for your son...”

Ni-ki laughed—a low, dark sound that echoed through the space like a sinister refrain.

“You really think that will work?” he asked, openly mocking you. “Pray all you want, but you know you can’t resist this. You can’t resist me.”

His confidence, his audacity, cut through you like a twisted blade. You wanted to scream, to cry for help, but there was no one else. No one who could understand what was happening—not even you.

His eyes, dark and searing, were locked on yours. There was something in his gaze you couldn’t fully decipher—something between desperation and defiance, as though he were on the verge of breaking something inside himself... or inside you.

“What will you do now, Father?” he asked, his tone barely a whisper yet powerful enough to drown out the prayers you were trying to recite. “Will you cast me out? Or will you fall to your knees before me, as you’ve done so many times in your mind?”

Your breathing was erratic, your hands trembling as you clung to the rosary like a lifeline.

But Ni-ki offered no reprieve. His face was now just a breath away from yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with your own.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. Your lips moved without purpose. “Ni-ki, this... this isn’t right,” you managed to say, though your voice was barely audible, a broken echo of your feeble resistance.

He tilted his head, and the smile on his lips softened, though his eyes still burned with an intensity that stripped away every defense you had.

“Not right?” he repeated, his tone laced with mockery but tinged with something deeper, something painfully intimate. “Then look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you don’t desire me anymore, and I’ll leave.”

His words pierced you like a knife because you knew you couldn’t say them. Not without lying. Not without betraying the truth you buried deep inside yourself. You tried to look away, but his hand rose, warm and firm, cradling your face with a tenderness that starkly contrasted the storm of emotions he’d unleashed.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice deeper, more commanding.

Your heart pounded fiercely, each beat reverberating in your ears like a war drum. The space around you seemed to collapse, until all that existed was him—his face, his eyes, the overwhelming intensity of his presence that engulfed you like a tidal wave.

“Say it,” he whispered, demanding, his thumb grazing your cheek softly as his eyes flicked to your lips. “Say it, and I’ll leave.”

But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Because in that moment, the truth became unbearably clear. Ni-ki wasn’t just your temptation—he was your surrender.

And then it happened.

He leaned in, closing the remaining distance between you in an instant. His lips crashed against yours—firm, insistent, brimming with an intensity that could no longer be ignored.

It was a deep, desperate kiss, laden with everything both of you had suppressed for far too long.

Your mind screamed in protest, reminding you of who you were, where you were, what this meant. But your body—treacherous, rebellious—did not resist. Your lips moved against his, responding with the same desperation, as if you were both drowning, and this was the only air you could share.

The taste of him—somewhere between the bitterness of the forbidden and the sweetness of the inevitable—imprinted itself on you. Your hands, which had initially pushed against him, betrayed you by clutching his shirt, pulling him closer.

His hand on your face slid to the back of your neck, holding you in place, while his body pressed into yours, erasing every inch of space between you.

The world seemed to stop.

The confessional, the church, even the cross hanging above you vanished, eclipsed by the sheer intensity of the moment. This kiss wasn’t just an act of passion; it was a battle—a war between who you were and what he made you feel.

Ni-ki let out a low sound, almost a stifled groan, and his body pressed harder against yours, making it clear this was not a fleeting lapse in judgment. It was a cry, a desperate act born of something deeper than either of you could admit aloud.

When he finally pulled back—barely an inch—the spell broke, leaving you both gasping, your breaths mingling in the charged air. His gaze bore into yours, the darkness in his eyes more intense than ever.

“I knew it,” he murmured, his voice rough, laced with a dangerous satisfaction. “You couldn’t even stop yourself.”

His words left you paralyzed, unable to respond as your thoughts spiraled. But Ni-ki didn’t wait for an answer. With one final look, heavy with unspoken promises, he leaned in again, brushing his lips against yours in a gesture almost tender.

“This isn’t over, love.” he whispered before stepping back slowly, his smile returning with a victorious edge. “This is only the beginning.”

And with those words, he left the confessional, leaving you alone, trapped in a silence that no longer felt sacred, your lips still burning from his touch and your soul staring into the abyss he had opened within you.

The wood clicked softly as you slid the small door shut, sealing yourself off from the rest of the world. The confined space, once a refuge for penitence and absolution, now felt charged with something entirely different. Your breaths came quick and uneven, as though the air itself refused to fill your lungs.

Your mind was chaos.

Images of Ni-ki—his dark gaze, his malicious smile, the heat of his touch, and, most vividly, the memory of his lips on yours and his tongue invading your mouth—were seared into your consciousness like a burning brand.

Every time you tried to push those thoughts away, they came rushing back, stronger, dragging you into the moment you had just shared.

Your hands trembled as you attempted to entwine your fingers with the rosary still hanging around your neck, searching for an anchor, a lifeline to pull you from this inner storm. But instead of solace, you found an insatiable hunger, a need that consumed you from within.

You closed your eyes, leaning your back against the wooden confessional as if the cold surface could extinguish the fire raging beneath your skin. But it didn’t.

The heat coursed through your chest, your throat, every part of you, an unstoppable tide that left no room for reason.

Your hands, which had sought refuge in the rosary, slowly fell, almost as if guided by some force outside your control. They grazed your neck, where the ghost of Ni-ki’s fingers still lingered, before trailing down to your chest, tracing the fabric of your cassock. Your breathing quickened as your fingers pressed lightly against the material, as though trying to erase the weight of his touch—or perhaps summon it again.

Guilt began to rise, but it was quickly drowned out by a wave of desire you couldn’t contain. The echo of Ni-ki’s words resonated in your mind, every syllable a spark that fed the fire within you.

“You can’t escape me.”

A shiver ran through your body at the memory of how he had said it, how his lips had formed those words while his gaze devoured you.

Your hands continued their journey, sliding past your waist, your fingers tracing lines that burned even through the cloth. It was as if the memory of him was etched into every fiber of your being, impossible to tear away.

It was a matter of seconds before you slipped one of your hands inside your pants and underwear, caressing and squeezing your manhood. At that moment you just wanted to break free, as you always did when you were alone in your office or room.

At that moment, the confessional ceased to be a holy place. Its sanctity had been lost the instant you allowed yourself to succumb to the desire Ni-ki had ignited. Your lips, still swollen from the kiss, parted with a soft sigh as your free hand clutched at your cassock, as if the simple gesture could release some of the pressure consuming you.

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against the wall of the confessional, your ragged breaths filling the small space. It was a struggle, a battle between what you knew was right and what your body craved with terrifying intensity.

“This is a sin...”

You knew it, but the knowledge wasn’t enough to stop you. The weight of your faith, which had always been your guide, now felt like an impossible burden to bear. And deep within your soul, you recognized the truth you had been trying to deny for so long.

You didn’t want to stop.

Your voice escaped in a barely audible whisper, a mixture of plea and despair.

“God, forgive me... for I am being dragged down by Satan’s lust...”

But even as you spoke those words, your hands continued to move, one clutching at the fabric of your cassock while the other traced your body with an intensity you had never allowed yourself before. In that moment, there was no room for regret—only for the raw, overwhelming desire Ni-ki had left behind, like an indelible mark etched into your very being.

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[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 9: Cock Warming

Ni-ki aka Nishimura Riki x male reader

This guy

Stuff: Cock warming DUH, kissing, anal fingering, fluff, no actual fucking, established relationship.

Word Count: 761

Notes: Happy Birthday Ni-ki!!!

Ni-ki is your perfect boyfriend. He loves you more than anything, he's always there for you, and he is just the sweetest thing, he's also really hot and the sex is amazing, but you love him more than just that, crazy.

As of now, you and Ni-ki are making out on the couch, his hands gripping your ass as you moan lightly into his lips, allowing him to shove his tongue down your mouth and into your throat, making it dance along with your own.

You pull away for a quick second just to say, "Ni-ki, I love you." Your eyes were filled with adoration and sincerity as you said the words you've said thousands of times before, and you mean it every time.

"I love you too Y/n, now let me show you." He replied by calling his lips with yours again, going back into the gentle but passionate kissing.

His soft lips felt amazing against yours, there would be times where you two just make out for hours, no fucking necessary, lost in the bliss you two find within each other's lips, and this time is no different.

You two have been making out for that past half hour and have no plans on stopping. The feeling of his lips on yours is just too good to escape, like a force always pulling you in whenever you think you should pull away.

His hands dip down to tug at the waistband of your pants, making your gasp but follow his silent request, getting away with your pants until your lower half is completely bare, all the while still making out with him. Ni-ki does the same with his own pants, doing away with them while still keeping your lips connected.

Once you're both bare from the waist down, Ni-ki gently puts two fingers into your anus, making your gasp and lightly moan into his lips at the sudden intrusion. He begins to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your hole, making you moan louder into his lips.

After he's decided that you're prepared enough, he takes his fingers out, making your whine in complaint at the empty feeling. Those complaints soon dissipate when he slowly sets you down on your cock, your whines of feeling empty now turning into whines of pleasure with a touch of discomfort.

"So good..." You moan out, kissing his neck as he lowers you onto his cock, bottoming out.

You start to bounce but to your surprise, you can't, the reason you can't is because Ni-ki's hands lay tightly on your hips, forbidding any movement.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to fuck?" You asked, confused on why he isn't letting you bounce on his cock.

"Nah." He answered plainly, his hands gripping tightly to your hips, stopping the grinding movement you're trying to pull off. "I just want you to stay here, like this." He gives you a gentle smile as he says this, making your confusion, frustration, and hips fall as you settle down, cuddling up to him as you realize the situation.

"I see... you just wanted to cock warm..." You said to Ni-ki, giving him a gentle kiss.

"Yeah, sure, cock warming." He responded, tightening his arms around your waist and pulling you in closer while his stiff cock was buried inside you. "I love you..." He said sweetly, kissing your head.

You return his gentle smile, going back up to kiss his lips, undoing the pause in the make out session. He quickly kisses back; his hands shift from around your waist to one resting on hip while the other goes to your cheek, gently cupping it as he deepens the kiss.

The kissing is enough to make you dizzy from filling your brain with pure serotonin, while his cock being buried in your ass, making you two all the closer and making the 'embrace' mean so much more adds the dopamine.

Ni-ki whispers little 'I love yous' into your lips over and over again, the sweet embrace you two are currently sharing making his love for you even bigger, the space in his heart that only you occupy grows within him.

After another hour or so of making out, his cock buried in your ass the whole while, you fall asleep. Your eyes are closed, your head laying on his chest, your lips swollen from the long extended make out period, and his cock still buried in your ass.

"I love you." Ni-ki said, kissing your head before joining you in the deep slumber.

THE END

HAPPY B DAY NI-KI!!!!!!!!!!

[solarnomoon]

tame - nishimura riki

ni-ki always stood out to you, or atleast, in his own way. when you started noticing him more, it was easy to like him.

pairing >>> ni-ki x male reader

tags >>> college au, fluff, friends to lovers

warnings >>> swearing, substance usage, suggestive themes

wc >>> 3,073 words

author's note >>> ni-ki is just so freaking pretty i want to give him the biggest hug and never let go＼(≧▽≦)／ also js remember this is ooc also if you guys ever to just talk about random enhypen stuff or virtually anything im always down to talk n stuff anyway i hope u guys enjoy this one!! it kinda spawned out of nowhere and also all over the place so idk lol bye!!

it wasn’t like you to fall for a boy so easily. at least, not in the way that occurred, especially for a guy like nishimura riki. it was cheesy, to say the least: you two have been acquaintances since middle school, quite literally knowing each other for 6 years now, even now attending the same university (completely unintentional, of course). you always just kinda knew him as that lovely kid that was the same height as you, even throughout high school. don't get it twisted, you weren't that tall, but regardless of the fact, he was the same height.

the first time you saw him the summer after high school was at your orientation. you were placed in the 12th group, and when you reached the meeting spot, you noticed riki immediately, much, much taller than before, giving you two a height difference that wasn't present before. the second thing you noticed was the drop of his voice, which you discerned from his "yo, y/n!" coupled with a slight wave.

"ni-ki? what-" and before you even finished your sentence, the orientation leader interrupted, telling the group as a whole that they were about to start as you happened to be the last person they were waiting for. your conversation had to be put on halt until 20 minutes later where she began a tour of the school.

while you began to follow the group to the first destination, ni-ki reconvenes with you after speaking to a couple of the other group members, nudging your shoulder with his own to get your attention. "y/n, i didn't know you committed here? i thought you were gonna go to ucla for sure," he questions you with a voice of slight familiarity.

"no yeah, i was, but i thought about it and i just wanted to go here." he hums in acknowledgment, giving a few seconds of downtime before you begin to speak again. "dude, when did you become so tall? and have that deep ass voice? weren't we like basically the same height a few months ago?"

a few other differences were left unspoken but assumed nonetheless. first off, his hair, which historically was left black and much shorter throughout highschool, but now was longer with an ombré effect going from a light grey to black at the ends. secondly, his style, which flipped 180 from sweatpants and a normal shirt to something straight out of k-dramas. and lastly, his piercings, double lobes with a helix on both. or maybe one? point is, he looked good. too good.

he laughs, knowing this must come as a shocker to you because last time you checked, he was completely anew. "well for one, i turned 18 and was basically allowed to do whatever i wanted with my body. for some reason i went through a second puberty," he signals your height difference by putting his hand out flat at the top of your head and then bringing it to his, just shrugging. "also, i got a modeling job that allowed me to buy random ass clothes. so... yeah!"

your mouth slightly ajar combined with your head tilt let him know you were still in fact lost, so he continued on. "well, you know that dance group i've been in since a few years ago right?" the nod coming from your stature allowed him to finish the thought, "so basically some of the guys in that group like... told? their manager about me and gave me a chance to attend one of their casting calls, and i made the cut."

the group stops in front of the library, allowing you guys to sit down at one of the slabs nearby, half listening to your tour guide, but more focused on conversing with one another because you two had already toured the school when filling out college applications.

"wait, congrats ni-ki, that's insane!" you turn to him, giving him a quick cheeky smile with two thumbs up, and he just chuckles at you, putting his face into his hands at the sight of your cuteness playfulness. "what, did i say something wrong?"

"n-no, it's just... nevermind..." he tsks at you, not wanting to reveal the fact that he found you cute for a second.

you two continued to chat about anything and everything, eventually learning more about the guy that you would've never known previously. for one, he hates the color pink, even though all of his friends tell him that the color suits him—even his model designer thinks pink is his most suitable color. you also learned that the group that he's apart of, enhypen, is actually pretty popular on tiktok and youtube: garnishing over 4 million subs on youtube and 2 million followers on tiktok. he's also been with his group for multiple years now, and you even met some of them at sports events and stuff, like sunoo and jay.

other things include the fact that he has an older and a younger sister, he loves to dance, he likes to play piano, and one time he met jung ho-yeon before she was on squid game and he was so confused on why they looked so familiar, he thought they were long lost siblings or something. then he found out that she's korean.

he still believes it though...

soon enough, you guys find yourselves at the end of the orientation, having made friends with others, but especially between you two. you asked him if he could hang out during summer, but he has plans to go to japan the rest of summer, so you just plan to hang out during your time in college.

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the one thing that you didn't talk about was your rooming situation, so imagine your surprise when you're in the middle of your move-in, and in the hallway, you see ni-ki, walking into the suite right across from yours. "no fucking way, nishimura riki." you yell to him due to his headphones over his head, and he turns over and immediately puts a grin onto his face.

"y/n l/n." he puts his box down and walks over to you, embracing your smaller body, allowing you to practically melt in his scent and hug. once he lets you go, he just gazes at you, still smiling. "how have you been?" he leans against the wall in his cool-guy-esque fashion, but after talking with him the entirety of orientation, you know that he's a lot more of a nerd and introvert than he lets on.

"it's been good! honestly dude, i missed you." you don't miss the fact that his cheeks slightly flush with color, losing the eye contact that was previously held. "how was fucking japan, you looked like you had so much fun on your story and shit!" while asking, you point toward his box, silently questioning if you could come in and help him with his stuff while you updated each other.

while speaking, he brought you to his room that was surprisingly extremely decorated: full of neutrals and darker tones with some pop of color, many boxes and clothes on the floor but already pretty put together.

"wow, you're already way farther in the move-in than i am—i feel like there's just so much fucking stuff," you explain, taking a seat on his bed. you bounce on it a couple of times, mouth wide open by how comfortable it is. "wait, ni-ki, how did you do this?"

"mattress topper." he replies, placing his last box down on the floor and beginning to re-arrange his clothes onto the outside hanger he had bought. "looks like we're gonna be neighbors, y/n," he said in his deep tone, always catching you off-guard, but somehow giving you a tinge of butterflies in your stomach.

"yeah!" you chirp, excited to explore the newfound friendship with ni-ki.

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after the first month of university, many people in both of your guys' social circles had created a conceived notion around ni-ki: that he was a nonchalant, cool guy.

you knew this wasn't him at all though.

but you understood why people had thought that of the guy. for one, he's 6 foot something (he doesn't tell you his exact height just to tease the fact that he's much taller than you). next, he dresses stylistically as if every day is his last waking day. lastly, he loves to observe, and not talk much, but every time he did, he always had something witty or something flirtatious to say.

that is until people saw how he was whenever he was with you.

the cool guy persona had completely shifted into something more friendly, more recognizable as a regular person. ni-ki explained his day rapid-fire, telling you basically everything that happened, showed you a specific dance that he and his members had learned, or maybe gave you a sneak peek of what he was gonna wear to some fashion show. he also would tell you about his interests, the things he did on the side, even the people he met. when his friends saw how different he acted around you, they confronted him first, then confronted you after.

"what did ni-ki say?" you ask, wondering why he acts so different around yourself than other people.

"he just said that's how your dynamic was." heeseung had shrugged. "even though we've been members together for like 5 years now, i've never seen ni-ki open up this much to someone. it's like you guys are like... dating or something."

the sentiment gets a cough out of you, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. "w-what?! of course not, we're just friends!" you deny frantically, waving your hands in front of him. "me and ni-ki are just friends."

just then, an arm wraps around your waist, a voice entering the conversation, "who's just friends?" ni-ki questions, smiling at you and heeseung.

of course, heeseung just looks at you, looks at the arm around your waist, then at ni-ki, and back to you. he raises his eyebrows and puckers his lips before walking away. ni-ki turns to you in confusion. "what's that all about?"

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as time went on, you and ni-ki had become exceptionally comfortable with one another, becoming each other's ride or dies. unfortunately for you though, it meant he had become increasingly flirtatious with you. you knew he was straight, he had explained his previous crushes to you and what he was looking for in a girl, but you on the other hand had fallen susceptible to his advances, convincing yourself that this is just what friends do.

on his birthday, he had brought you to smoke at the "top of the world," so he called it, which was literally just a trail that led you to the top of a scenic cliff. romantic, you thought, but you knew it was just out of you two becoming best friends.

"y/n-ie," he starts, the nickname sticking after calling you that one drunken night during halloween. "what do you think about teddy bears?"

you passed the joint back to him after taking a hit. "teddy bears? ni-ki, what the fuck are you on about??" the words come out a little too harsh for your liking, so you quickly follow-up, "sorry, i didn't mean it like that."

ni-ki gets up and turns to you. "that was kind of mean," he pouts, putting out his joint before putting back into the metallic holder he had thrifted. the taller had shifted slightly closer to you, wanting to lean his head on your shoulder. it was a little awkward due to the height difference, but the guy made it work, and it made you begin to sweat on your palms.

"sorry, ni-ki." even through the nervousness, you had half a mind to pretend like nothing's wrong, so you lean your head on top of his just barely. in case he questions it, then you could always play the ambiguity card: 'i didn't do anything, it was all you.'

"it's okay baby." he also started calling you that after thanksgiving, when he heard sunoo calling you it. he crossed his arms and wouldn't talk to you for the rest of the day until you came over to his room and asked you why sunoo called you baby and he couldn't, so after that it was a deal that he was allowed to.

you checked the time, which just hit 12 am. "oh, happy birthday ni-ki." you tell him, reaching from your tote bag for a smaller, paper bag within. you hand it to the guy, looking into his eyes for validation. "for you, it's not a bomb, i swear!"

he takes it from you and opens it, revealing two keychains that matched, alongside bracelets from his favorite brand. "y/n..." he trails off, not knowing what to say to you.

"i know, i know, the bracelets are expensive. but ni-ki, you're my best friend. i would do anything for you." you tell him, not wanting him to freak out.

the bracelets had been on his mind since the summer, you remembered from one of the random conversations that you had during orientation, and even though it was a long time ago, you knew he had been wanting them for months, but couldn't allocate the right funds to get it, especially because he was building his closet at the time.

"y/n... i... thank you." he finally stammers out, looking back at your eyes. even in the pale moonlight, you could discern the water in his eyes, but you knew that he hated when he cried, so you didn't say anything of it. "you remembered, huh?"

"uhh, duhh! of course i did," you joke, attempting to lighten the mood. you place your hand onto his shoulder to give him some comfort, but he takes that arm and uses it as leverage to push you onto your back, crawling on top of you. "w-woah, ni-ki?!" you yelp in surprise, not comprehending what just happened.

he just grins, placing his large hand on your face, rubbing your cheek softly. "y/n..."

little did he know though, this was your final straw. you couldn't take it anymore, the incessant flirting, the changes in his behavior around you, hell, even the constant sleepovers that he asked you all the time. so you did the only thing you could think of: run.

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of course it didn't really work though.

he was miles more athletic than you were, so he caught up to you within like 5 seconds which is honestly embarrassing on your behalf but you were too sad and a little turned on to even care.

"ni-ki, let go of me, i can't take this anymore!"

the taller just holds your arm, but the rest of his body was frantic, like he was afraid that if he let go he'd lose you for good. "w-what, y/n, what! you can't take what?!" he yells, not knowing what happened.

you twist your head around, looking at him like he grew a second head. "what do you mean, this! i can't take it, calling me nicknames and pet names, flirting with me constantly, sleeping over, acting different around me than your friends. friends don't do this, so you need to st-" and with that explanation, he gently grabs your head, leans down, flutters his eyes shut, and places his lips onto yours.

the scent you know and learned to love floods your senses, and with that brief moment of confusion, he grabs your waist and pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss. and considering this is all you've wanted for the past months, you allow him to take your lips, kissing him back with the same softness.

after moments pass you by, eventually he lets go of you, wanting to look at your reaction. "y/n, i really like you. i kinda... always have. even since we were in middle school." your mouth opens to say something, but you let him speak. "you were always so... cool. and i just... i wanted to be something to impress you... if i'm being honest, i knew you were going here, to this college, sun told me, so i wanted a chance, a possibility, anything to impress you."

he lets go of you, reaches into his pocket to fish out the matching bracelets. "these are beautiful y/n. but, it would be more beautiful if i could put this on you, use this as a courting gift even, and show you that i really do like you, and i want to be yours."

he unclasps the bracelet, handing out in front of him. "will you let me?" you reach your arm out, allowing him to put it on you.

"yes, nishimura riki."

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with that, nothing really changed. except for the fact that you and ni-ki are now dating, of course.

people around you realized that the cool nonchalant guy was ni-ki from the dance group enhypen, giving him massive amounts of popularity quickly (you didn't even know popularity in college existed...)

however, it also came to light the fact that you were dating ni-ki, and you slowly began to be known as y/n: the ni-ki tamer, which was crazy in your opinion, but ni-ki loved the title, so you let it slide.

other than that, you started to become integrated with the rest of enhypen, the rest of the members seeing how ni-ki changes when he's with you, but they realized it was for the better as you all hung out, as they saw a side of him that didn't even know existed.

you loved enhypen, they took you in as their own and integrated you into their friend group, even giving you free dance lessons just so you could also join in some of their choreos.

"guys," you pant, exhausted from the lesson ni-ki was giving you. "why did you not tell me that ni-ki is considered the best dancer in this fucking group? and why did you let me take lessons from him?" you complain to the rest of enhypen, who are watching from the sides.

"you have to suffer like we have," jake shouts while jungwon cheers for you.

sunoo and jay also just laugh, the former explaining, "i swear, before you, ni-ki was a fucking nightmare if we didn't get the choreo correct."

"alright, enough talking, more dancing, y/n, one more time."

you love ni-ki. but damn sometimes you regret falling for him.

...

nah, not really though.

[romesblogz]

Never alone, N.R

[ 3:00am ]

ni-ki x male reader. fluff. angst.

not hesitating one bit, you call your boyfriend, ni-ki. ni-ki picks up immediately, knowing you don't like calls, so, when his phone's screen lights up, a incoming call coming from "boyfriend💗" he doesn't think tiwce to answer your call, knowing something must be wrong.

"hey babe, what's wrong?" he asks, worried about you. you keep your sobs silent and muffled, your tears silently streaming down your cheeks. "i'm just so over it, ni-ki." you say quietly, loud enough for him to hear you. his heart drops, the thought of you, his boyfriend, being so upset, instantly wanting to be by your side. "are you okay baby? do you want to talk about it?" he asks you gently, which makes you want to sob even harder.

"they are making my life miserable." he knows exactly what you are talking about, who you are talking about. "i'm honestly not okay, ni-ki. i need you." you say, crying softly. "i'm coming over. i'll see you soon, hang in there, okay?"

"o-okay."

in mere minutes, your boyfriend comes into your room quietly, with your favorite snacks and drinks. he silently thanks you for giving him a extra key so he doesn't have to bother you by you getting up and opening up for him, even though you'd do anything for your loving and caring boyfriend.

after placing the items he's brought he gets in bed next to you, you immediately pulling him into a hug, crying softly in his warm and comforting embrace. he holds you tightly and in a protective manner. "i'm here, i'm here. everything will be okay." he reassures you.

after your sobs calm down he speaks up suggesting, "we don't have to talk about it right now. let's watch a funny movie or series while eating your favorite snacks and drinking your favorite drink."

you pull away slightly to look at him. the moonlight allows you to see his face, how he's smiling at you warmly and lovingly. he wipes away your tears and leans in, pecking your forehead. "that sounds like a plan." your voice is hoarse from the crying as you smile at him.

"y/n," ni-ki calls out your name ever so softly. "you are a great boyfriend, you know that, right?" you blush lightly, ni-ki brightening up your mood so easily. "and you are a great boyfriend, ni-ki." he leans in and kisses you on your lips gently and passionately.

he breaks the kiss and the two of you get comfortable. you both decide on a funny movie to watch and begin to snack on the snacks and drinking the drinks ni-ki has bought for you.

after the movie you talk to him about what's been bothering you. he listens, occasionally nodding and squeezing your hand for comfort. when you are done talking, he says his say and it instantly makes you feel better, knowing you can always count on him.

"y/n, thank you for telling me about this. remember i'm always here for you, your feelings are always valid to me and i'll never validate how you feel or what you are currently going through, okay?" you nod, feeling the tears coming back as you are so moved by his words.

yeah he can be immature, but ni-ki knows when to be mature and serious. when it comes with you, this relationship, he's serious about it, about you being his boyfriend.

and so, the two of you fall asleep easily in each other's hold, ni-ki's arms around you securely as you both sleep peacefully.

[rowretro]

𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪

𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙍𝙄𝙆𝙄 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙐 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙆 𝙃𝙀'𝙎 𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𓆩♡𓆪 ☽⋆˚｡⋆˚.

✰warnings: yandere themes, kissing, making out ish, a lot of fluff after they makeup<3

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Why would y/n care if the man who hurt her, kidnapped her, forced her to live with him in his home to go see other women? she hates him after all doesn't she? she wishes she does, but she just can't. He's so sweet to her despite the fact he abducted her purely because he loves her, he stopped his obsessive killing of men who even look in her direction, and now he even trusts her enough to leave, just the bedroom door unlocked. He literally killed for her, of course he'd die for her.

Y/n hates that she thinks he'd do such a thing, she received a picture from a friend on her snap, of Riki walking alongside another woman. They looked so close... she was flirtatious with him, arm around his shoulders, and he smiled at her. The woman being someone she loathed, a bitch who has beaten many girls almost to death, and tried to use y/ns personal life against her. Basically a bitch. To say she was mad was an understatement. The man who abducted her, killed for her, and treated her like a princess, forcing her to be his is with another fucking woman?!

She flinched a little as the door suddenly shut, interrupting her out of her thoughts. "baby im home~" he called. Y/n glared at the wall, waiting for him to enter the bedroom. "Why didn't you come to the door pretty girl?" he asked as Y/n frowned. "Am i pretty girl? or is she?!" y/n asked, as Riki sat opposite her on their bed. "who exactly is her?" he asked, a little confused "the side-chick that had her grubby hands all over you. im sorry, you drag me here claiming that you love me, killed a classmate that confessed to me, and used his many crimes as an excuse, only for you to cheat with a basic bitch who does nothing but whores around spending mommy's money and using daddy's name to defend her crimes?!" she lets out, clearly upset.

However riki just smiled, his eyes staring at her endearingly "my sweetheart is jealous~" he cooed as he tried to reach for her, mad y/n slapped his hands away. "ok ok cool cool... that bitch has been getting on my nerves lately... she filmed you getting dressed so I had to play the part to show her her place... don't worry I haven't killed her... yet..." he smirks, turning on the news. There she was, the girl's photo, somewhat blurred, being exposed for her many offences that she coverred up. "As for the video, deleted forever..." he added as y/n just sat there, unsure of what to do.

A few hours of silence pass, Riki was watching TV, as y/n finished up a few tiny chores. Seeing him, she heaved a quiet sigh, and slipped in the seat beside him. "Im cold" she said staring at him as he looked her up and down "Of course you are, it's autumn and you're wearing a thin-strapped croptop- and the material of those jeans are way too thin." he complained as Y/n frowned. "I said Im cold!" she whined as Riki snickerred. "you have to pay me first." he said as she bit her lip.

She leaned in, catching his soft, plush, perfect lips in a loving kiss, his arms wrapping around her waist, as they let their tongues collide, one of his hands rested at her head, as she placed her arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss as much as she could. As she pulls away, she leaves a few soft kisses down his jawline to his neck, and sinks into his warm embrace. "Dont you dare cheat on me... I'll cry." She mumbled as she snuggled against him. "God you must think im insane if im ever willing enough to cheat on you. do you know how long ive waited for you?!" Riki asked.

He unzipped his hoodie, wrapping it around her a little, as he yanked a soft blanket to wrap around them "What do you wanna watch?" he asked "I know i've watched it a lot but... Let's watch so not worth it and order some nice food hmm?" Y/n suggests as he kisses her nose "Anything for you my lifeline~" he smiled, pulling out his phone to order food.

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a/n: yeah i don't even know about this... hope u enjoyed it tho<3

[enhani-ki]

idk if you're open to it but i feel like you'd give a good representation of writing ni-ki anyway! can you make a story of him falling in love with a male reader? like its just hits him out of the blue and baam ... he likes *a* guy .. crazy stuff!

love all your works to the fullest!! 💕

double take - male!reader x ni-ki

warnings: a little suggestive, cursing, etc.

the sun was just starting to set. it casted long shadows over your small town as you made your way towards the gathering at ni-ki's house.

his dad had invited your family over, just like old times. the whole neighborhood was going wild because after all, it wasn't every day that nishimura riki, the kid who used to play hide and seek with you, racing you to the vending machine, and played video games with you until your thumbs ached, just came back after years of living in Korea.

you had heard bits and pieces about his life through your parents, but you never really reached out.

what would you even say? "bro, remember when we used to dance together?" you doubted he had time for nostalgia, not when he had debuted as an idol, traveling the world, and living the dream he always wanted.

still, his dad's invitation left you no choice. and part of you was a little bit… curious.

he was taller, way waaay taller. you knew you had grown too, but next to him? you weren't sure if it was enough to count.

his once soft cute features had sharpened. he's got more defined jawline now and his nose got even more pointy, and despite everything, he still looked easygoing, laughing shyly as family friends and neighbors showered him with compliments.

does he even recognize you?

his eyes met yours and you looked away, not really sure why.

"hey, y/n!" he called out with his now deep voice, lifting his hand to dap you up just like old times.

ni-ki clasped your hand and pulled you into a firm hug. and he's so strong now too.

"hey," laughed awkwardly. "i guess you're ni-ki now?"

"you know i'm just riki." he smiled, scratching the back of his neck again.

you felt a little relieved, maybe he hadn't changed too much.

the two of you stepped aside and started catching up. a little strange at first but the conversation picked up quickly as you both tried to bring up old memories and filling all the years you had missed.

and at some point, he sighed resting his head on your shoulder without warning.

"i'm so tired from the flight," he murmured.

your body tensed.

you felt relieved again knowing he's still comfortable with you but you also felt nervous

because he probably didn't notice… but you like guys now.

i mean, you always did.

and to ni-ki's defense, he was just always like this too, he became comfortable with physical touch especially with guys after years of being surrounded by his group members.

the next day, you were walking through the neighborhood talking about some dumb story from middle school when, out of nowhere, his arm draped over your shoulders.

ni-ki was smiling, listening to you while looking ahead. "man, i miss this place," he said, completely oblivious to how stiff you had just gone.

"y-yeah," you replied, forcing yourself to act normal.

and it made sense that he wouldn't think twice about casually leaning on you or wrapping his arms around your shoulders,

or pulling you close during a game.

"let's see how good you are." ni-ki said, dribbling the ball between his legs, smirking smugly before passing you the ball, like he know he's about to win.

he was on you again, guarding so close. his body pressed against yours, chest to back, arms spreading wide as he tried to block your movements that you could feel the heat radiating off of him, the way his breath came fast and uneven... just like yours.

and your heart was already racing from running around, now it feels like it's going to burst out for a completely different reason.

it's okay, focus. just play.

you tried to step back but ni-ki was right there and he was just so fucking big. his hands kept trying to swipe at the ball.

you moved fast because you were too distracted, and-

foul.

you had practically shoved into him, and he stumbled slightly, blinking at you in surprise.

"whew," ni-ki said and laughed, still panting. "you play dirty like that?"

"sh-shut up," you muttered, reaching for the ball again to distract yourself.

and then in a desperate attempt to shake off whatever this was, you threw it at the hoop with way too much force that the ball smacked against backboard so hard it ricocheted off and bounced into the grass.

"…bro."

"i'm sorry! you're just... too close."

he walked towards you and patted your head. "my bad, sorry."

later, you had just stepped out of the shower. the steam were still clinging to your skin as you ran a towel through your damp hair. the only thing covering you was the towel wrapped loosely around your waist, while water droplets sliding down your chest.

you weren't expecting company.

which is why you froze the moment you saw ni-ki in on your bed, strumming nonsense on your guitar.

both of you just stared at each other with wide eyes. the silence was probably thick enough to choke on.

and ni-ki? he should've been used to this, right? because after all he lives with six guys, sharing dorms, and seeing shirtless bodies all the time.

this shouldn't feel different.

his eyes flicked down just a quick second before he turning his head to the side.

you gripped your towel tighter, "what the hell are you doing in my room?"

"i-" he swallowed, still refusing to look at you. "i was waiting for you."

"In my bed?"

ni-ki groaned, rolling onto his stomach, wishing he could just disappear into the mattress. "we were supposed to go spy on the date, remember?"

his sister's going on a date tonight and he convinced you to go with him because he needs "something" he could find so he can use it against her later.

such a little brother.

but yeah, you did agree to that.

you sighed, running a hand through your damp hair. "you could've knocked."

"i thought you were done..."

your fingers curled around the edge of your towel with your heart still beating a little too fast.

and ni-ki, while still half-buried in your bed, exhaled a breath and peeked at you from the corner of his eye then quickly, he shut his eyes and groaned into your pillow.

"put some clothes on."

"yea- yeah," you muttered, already turning away. "good idea."

"…you're killing me here."

it was late, way past midnight, and he was lying on your bedroom floor, staring at the ceiling.

you were on your bed, already half-asleep, but still mumbling about how he could've just gone home instead of insisting on staying over.

he said it was easier this way, he said he didn't feel like walking.

but he just doesn't want to leave.

you rolled onto your side, your arm dangled off the bed, and your hand peeked over the edge, right in front of his eyes.

he swallowed before reaching out. he let his fingertips ghost over the back of your hand, touching and tracing the lines of your skin.

then your hand twitched.

and ni-ki can't help but intertwine his fingers with yours.

you stirred awake, mumbling groggily. "that's not a ghost, right?"

ni-ki let out a breathy chuckle. "it's me, dumbass."

your heart ached at his touch, biting your lip as you curled your fingers tighter around his.

"...come up here."

next day, you stood next to him. ni-ki didn't know but he was staring, reaally staring because he was.

your head barely reached his shoulder as you walk together, he also had to slow his steps just so you wouldn't fall behind. and when you stretched to reach something high, it was instinct for him to reach over and grab it for you.

it made him smile.

he didn't even realize he was smiling until you turned to him, brow raised.

"what?" you asked, giving him a weird look.

"no- nothing."

and you weren't convinced. "no, seriously, why are you looking at me like that?"

he shrugged, tilting his head slightly. "just… you're kinda small, huh?"

you blinked at him. "no, i'm not?"

ni-ki chuckled before leaning close to your face, "yeah, i bet you are."

he said it like he was challenging you or something.

your jaw dropped, stopping in your tracks as he continued walking. "what the hell?"

you glared at his back before quickly catching up, grabbing his arm and pulling it over your shoulders, forcing him closer.

ni-ki stiffened for a second. his heart were stuttering, but he gave in easily too, pressing a quick kiss to your head, before resting his head on top of yours.

"don't react."

a/n: thank you so much for showing love! it keeps me going.

also this is my first time writing ni-ki and male!reader pairing, so glad this was requested! ><

i know i should've leaned more towards him falling for the reader but i also feel like it wouldn't really be a big surprise to him because it's you/him, the reader.

i actually wanted to make them strangers instead of already knowing each other then i also saw a video (the video attached below) where ni-ki was singing the song double take by dhruv during live and omg i just got so inspired by it lol!

hope you like it! <3

マスターリストm.list

taglist 𖤘: @dolliewon @ziiao

[aureyaa]

Photos you took of your boyfriend RIKI

[writhyv]

⋆｡°✩ [ ni-ki ver. ] texting your bf 'how could you even love me?'

u got texts // drabbles | nishimura riki x male!reader

pairing: ni-ki x male!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: ni-ki just can't put it into the right words but he really just loves you ... so much ...

notes: was feeling down but yk as a writer, i decided to cheer myself using the power of delusion creativity! i hope this does make you guys feel better too when you're not feeling the love you should feel... at the end of the day, remember that there will always be people loving you. ADD ME ON THAT TOO, LOVE YOUUUU X0X0

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my masterlist!

LOVE this lil munchkin ... he just likes you so much in a way you don't even understand 😭

hope you guys enjoyed it! please like, comment, or reblog~

made by writhyv.

[the0-tdh]

HAUNTED THRILLS AND HEARTBEATS

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The carnival buzzed with lights and laughter, but M/N barely noticed—his focus was on the haunted house looming ahead.

“Scared?” Ni-ki teased, squeezing his hand.

M/N scoffed. “Not a chance.”

A ghostly wail echoed from inside.

Ni-ki smirked. “We’ll see about that.”

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MASTERLIST

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The neon lights of the carnival flickered against the dark sky, painting the bustling crowd in shades of pink, blue, and gold. The scent of buttered popcorn and cotton candy filled the air as laughter and excited screams echoed through the fairgrounds. Amidst it all, Ni-ki clutched M/N’s hand tightly, swinging their intertwined fingers between them as they strolled through the lively scene.

“Are you sure you’re not scared?” Ni-ki teased, nudging M/N’s side with a grin. His dark eyes glimmered with mischief under the dim carnival lights.

M/N scoffed, feigning confidence. “Me? Scared? Please, I’ve seen scarier things in my sleep.”

Ni-ki chuckled, tugging him toward their destination—the carnival’s infamous haunted house. The rickety wooden sign above the entrance swayed slightly, its painted letters reading House of Horrors. Fake cobwebs clung to the corners, and eerie moans played from hidden speakers. A few people exited with nervous laughs, some shaking their heads as if to say, never again.

“I dunno,” M/N muttered, suddenly feeling the weight of the ominous atmosphere. “What if I—”

Before he could finish, Ni-ki had already pulled him inside.

The first room was dark, save for dim, flickering lanterns lining the path. The walls were old, cracked wood, and a musty scent filled the air. A sudden wail echoed, followed by a crash. M/N jumped, instinctively gripping Ni-ki’s arm.

Ni-ki laughed. “Oh? And here I thought you weren’t scared.”

M/N scowled. “I wasn’t! That was just... unexpected.”

“Sure, babe.” Ni-ki’s teasing smirk only grew wider.

They walked deeper into the haunted house, past animatronic ghouls and actors dressed as spirits, jumping out from hidden panels. One particularly aggressive jump scare had M/N yelping and practically throwing himself into Ni-ki’s arms.

Ni-ki let out a breathless laugh, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Wow, you really do scare easily.”

“Shut up,” M/N mumbled, burying his face against Ni-ki’s shoulder as another eerie groan filled the air.

With every step, M/N found himself clinging to Ni-ki more—his hands gripping his jacket, his body pressing closer for warmth and security. Ni-ki, ever the troublemaker, took full advantage of this, occasionally whispering “Boo” into his ear just to hear him yelp.

“Ni-ki, I swear to—”

Before M/N could finish his threat, a ghostly figure in tattered robes lunged from the shadows. A shriek tore from his throat, and in the heat of the moment, M/N instinctively grabbed Ni-ki’s hand and ran.

They burst through the final curtain and into the cool night air, M/N panting as Ni-ki doubled over in laughter. “Oh my god,” Ni-ki wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. “That was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

M/N shot him a glare, cheeks burning. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Ni-ki grinned, tugging M/N close. His laughter softened into something more affectionate as he leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against M/N’s forehead.

M/N huffed, but he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know,” Ni-ki teased, linking their fingers again. “Now, how about I buy you some churros as a peace offering?”

M/N pretended to think about it. “Hmm… make it two, and I might forgive you.”

Ni-ki laughed, pulling him along toward the food stalls. “Deal.”

[kaiyunsim]

Backburner —

pairing : friend!ni-ki x backburner!gn reader

summary : reader getting put on ni-ki’s backburner.

warnings : angst, angst, maybe more angst, ni-ki lowkey being an asshole, (idk i don’t think i wrote it too well)

a/n : tbh i made this in one sitting so i hope its good 😋 also i’m hitting the niki pcd so i wanted to make a ni-ki fic with niki zefanya as inspiration !

ALSO THE “…”s ARE TIMESKIPS

— mini smau — not proof read —

[angelsfat3]

ⓘㅤ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑇𝐿𝐸 ‘𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓’. ⠀⠀( 矿。)

𝓢ummary “ ✉. 𝖣𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾? 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗈.

⠀،،⠀Genre. ’ 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, poker face, drabble.

( 𝒄/𝒘. )───Reader being a repressed f, Ni-ki being soft at the end, nothing more. (Correct me if I'm wrong!!)

The air was crisp tonight, sharp enough to make your skin tingle, yet it wasn’t the cold that sent shivers down your spine. It was the text.

A simple, familiar buzz in your pocket was all it took to pull you from the warmth of your girlfriend’s embrace, her soft breathing steady as she slept, unaware of where you were going.

You told yourself this was the last time—every time you did—but you knew it was a lie. You couldn’t stay away from him.

Ni-ki's room wasn’t far, just a few buildings down from your girlfriend's dorm. Each step felt heavier than the last, as though the guilt wrapped itself around your ankles, trying to stop you from making the same mistake again. But the thought of him—his hands, his lips, the way he made everything else disappear—pushed you forward. You knocked on his door, soft and hesitant. He was always waiting. The door opened before you could even drop your hand.

“I’ve been waiting.” Ni-ki’s voice was low, rough, and full of that same dark desire that made your stomach flip. His smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than you could admit to yourself. Without a word, his hands were on your waist, pulling you inside.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

The first time it happened, you remembered it so clearly. It was late, much like tonight, and you’d come to his room under the guise of finishing a project. That night, Ni-ki had seemed different. The way he looked at you, the way his hands lingered a bit too long when you passed him a book.

Your girlfriend had texted you back then, too. "Goodnight," she'd said, adding a heart at the end. You were about to respond when Ni-ki's hand brushed against yours, lingering as he held your gaze a second too long.

“You don’t have to pretend with me,” he whispered, his voice soft but loaded with something you couldn’t name at the time. “Not in here. Not when it’s just us.”

The tension in the room had thickened, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours, and everything—your girlfriend, your morals, your guilt—vanished in the heat of that kiss. It had been quick, feverish, like he’d been holding back for far too long. You couldn’t stop it, couldn’t stop him, and more importantly, you didn’t want to.

That night, you crossed a line you could never uncross.

Now, his fingers dug into your waist, pulling you closer as he guided you toward the bed. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come,” Ni-ki murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear, sending a shiver through you. His possessiveness was palpable, in the way his hands roamed your body like he already owned every inch of it. And (maybe) he did.

"I shouldn't be here.." you muttered, but your voice lacked conviction. His breath was hot against your skin, lips trailing down the side of your neck, and already you felt your resolve crumbling.

"You say that every time," he whispered, chuckling darkly. "But here you are."

You hated how easily he read you, how effortlessly he pulled you into his orbit. His lips found the pulse point just beneath your jaw, and you gasped, hands clutching his shirt as your body betrayed you, melting into him once again.

“Nobody needs to know, [...],” Ni-ki murmured against your skin. “I like keeping it that way. You can pretend you only like girls ‘nd shit... but in here, we both know that’s not true, don’t we?”

His words sank into you, twisting something deep inside. You tried to push back the guilt, the shame, but his touch made it impossible to think about anything but him. His hands slid under your shirt, fingers splaying across your back as he pressed you tighter against him.

The first time you noticed Ni-ki’s jealousy, it had been subtle. You were with your girlfriend in the cafeteria, laughing as she playfully draped her arm around your shoulders. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ni-ki watching. His expression was unreadable, but there was a sharpness in his gaze, a quiet intensity that sent a chill through you.

Later that night, when you were in his room, he didn’t say anything at first. But the moment you stripped off your shirt, his fingers traced over the spot where your girlfriend had touched you, his jaw clenched tightly.

"She touches you like she owns you," he had muttered, his voice thick with irritation. "But we both know who you really belong to."

Before you could respond, his lips were on you, bruising and possessive, marking you as his in ways that words could never convey. He left hickeys across your chest, your neck, your back—evidence of him that no one else would see, but you would feel.

Tonight, it was no different. Ni-ki’s lips moved down your neck, his hands roaming lower, replacing every mark your girlfriend had left with his own. Hickeys, gentle bites, and bruises—his silent claim on you.

You moaned softly, eyes closing as you surrendered to the heat between you. “Do you even care what this means?” you asked breathlessly, barely able to speak as his lips traveled lower.

Ni-ki paused, lifting his head to meet your gaze. His eyes were dark, intense. “I care about what’s mine,” he said, his voice rough with jealousy. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you closer. “And we both know you’re mine, [...]. No matter what you tell her.”

His words sent a thrill through you, one you hated yourself for feeling. But it was undeniable—there was something about Ni-ki, something in the way he touched you, that made you forget everything else. Without warning, he flipped you over, pressing you face-down into the mattress.

His fingers trailed lightly over your back, pausing at every mark left by your girlfriend. Ni-ki growled softly, possessiveness burning in his gaze as he began replacing each one with his own. Hickeys bloomed across your skin, a physical reminder of the power he had over you.

"I don't care what she thinks she has on you," he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear as his fingers tangled in your hair. "In here, with me... you're mine."

The heat between you two had been gradual, but undeniable. What started as stolen moments in the dark, secret touches that neither of you could explain, had grown into something much deeper. You never wanted to acknowledge it, but it was there—the connection, the tension that hummed between you, even when you were apart.

You remembered the nights when you stayed up thinking about him, even when you were with her. You’d lie in bed, feeling the warmth of your girlfriend’s body next to yours, but your mind would drift to him. To the way his hands felt on your skin, the way his voice sounded when he whispered your name in the make out.

And now, here you were again, in his room, in his bed, surrendering to the inevitable. His touch was everywhere, his presence overwhelming, and you couldn’t resist him—not now, not ever.

Ni-ki’s lips trailed down your spine, his hands rough but careful, firm but gentle. His duality had always been what drew you to him—the way he could be both daring and tender, controlling yet considerate. It was intoxicating, and it was exactly what kept you coming back, no matter how hard you tried to stay away.

He whispered your name, his voice low and filled with a need that mirrored your own. You responded with a quiet gasp, your body arching into him, craving more. He took his time, savoring every moment, his touch lingering as though he wanted to memorize every inch of your skin.

“You don’t get to leave tonight,” Ni-ki murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Not until I’ve had all of you.”

You shivered at his words, the heat between you intensifying as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer. His lips found yours again, this time slower, deeper, as if he was trying to draw out every second of pleasure. You kissed him back with equal fervor, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to feel more of him.

A surge of anticipation flooded your senses, and he felt it, a spark that ignited his own hunger. His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you flush against him, as if he couldn’t stand an inch of space between you. Each kiss drawn out as though he wanted to savor every stolen second. You clung to him, your fingers threading into his hair, drawing him closer, leaving him no room to hold back.

His restraint unraveled with each shared breath, each touch that burned away everything except the primal, undeniable need between you. He took you in entirely, over and over, until any hesitation was lost to the raw desire that had drawn you here. All that lingered was the intoxicating thrill of surrender—nothing else mattered now.

When the haze finally subsided, you lay in the quiet dark, your breaths mingling in the stillness. His arm was draped over you, possessive, his fingertips tracing slow, deliberate circles along your skin, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.

The room hummed with unspoken promises, a lingering tension that told you both the night was far from over.

For a moment, you let yourself forget everything outside of this room. You let yourself forget your girlfriend, forget the complications of what this meant. All that mattered was him, and the way he made you feel—like you were the only person in the world.

But deep down, you knew this couldn’t last forever. One day, you would have to make a choice. You couldn’t keep living in this in-between space, torn between two people who both had a claim on your heart.

But tonight, you let yourself surrender completely, falling deeper into the dangerous comfort of his arms. The way Ni-ki held you now felt like a burning heaven, even if it was one neither of you would speak aloud. You weren’t ready to face the world beyond these walls, the one where reality would demand decisions, consequences, and truths you weren’t prepared to admit.

Ni-ki shifted beside you, his hand sliding up your arm before he turned you to face him. The light from the city outside cast faint shadows across his features, but even in the dim room, his eyes held that same intensity that had always pulled you in. He stared at you like he was seeing through all your defenses, breaking down every excuse you’d ever made.

“I mean it, you know,” he murmured, his voice soft but steady. His thumb brushed over your cheek, his touch tender despite the weight of his words. “You’re mine. I’m not sharing you with her... or anyone.”

A knot formed in your stomach. The truth in his words was undeniable. He never asked for much, never demanded anything outright, but he didn’t need to.

The way he claimed you, both physically and emotionally, was overwhelming. But it wasn’t just his possessiveness—it was the way he cared in his own twisted way. The way his gaze lingered a second too long, making you feel like you were all he wanted.

“You always say that,” you whispered, biting your lip, trying to keep your voice steady. “But what happens when it’s not just here? What happens when she—”

Ni-ki cut you off, his lips pressing against yours again, shutting down any thought of her, any protest you might have. His kiss was slow this time, careful, as though he was reminding you of all the reasons why none of your words mattered.

“You won’t leave me.” he said against your lips, the edge of confidence returning. “You keep coming back for a reason, [...]. And you know I’m right.”

You hated how right he was. You hated the way your body responded to him without hesitation, the way your heart pounded harder in his presence than it ever did when you were with your girlfriend.

And you hated how, deep down, you couldn’t deny the truth that lived somewhere in the spaces between the two of you—this connection was real, undeniable, and much more than just a mistake.

Ni-ki pressed his forehead to yours, his breath steady as he held you close, his hands cradling your face like you were something fragile. You opened your eyes and found him staring at you, his dark eyes piercing through all the conflict swirling inside.

“What if I asked you to stay?” His voice was almost a whisper, barely more than a breath, but the question struck you like a jolt. “Not just tonight, but really stay. Be with me.”

Your heart stuttered at his words.

Be with him. Could you do that? Could you tear yourself away from the life you had, from the stability of your girlfriend, for something you knew was risky, unpredictable, but so deeply intoxicating?

“I can’t just—”

“You can.” Ni-ki interrupted, his thumb tracing your lower lip gently. “I’m not asking you to choose tonight. I’m just asking you to admit what you already know. That it’s not just physical. It hasn’t been for a long time.”

His words hung in the air between you, and the silence that followed felt louder than anything else. You could feel the weight of his truth pressing down on you, but you still weren’t ready to face it, not fully. Not yet.

“I... I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice breaking slightly. You didn’t want to hurt anyone, least of all yourself. The idea of losing what you had with Ni-ki felt unbearable, but so did the thought of leaving behind the life you’d built.

Ni-ki didn’t push you. He simply leaned forward, kissing you once more—slow, deliberate, like he was taking his time to remind you of the feeling only he could give. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered against your lips, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes again. “I’ll wait.”

Those words lingered in your mind as the two of you settled back into the quiet comfort of the bed, his arms wrapped around you as though he feared letting go. And despite everything, you found yourself falling asleep in his embrace, more at peace than you’d been in weeks.

But as much as Ni-ki’s touch soothed you, you knew that when morning came, the real world would intrude once more. Choices would need to be made.

For now, though, you allowed yourself this brief escape—a night where nothing else existed but the two of you, where the future could wait.

And as you drifted off in his arms, the question hung over you like a shadow—could you really choose him? Could you finally give in to the undeniable truth that had been growing between you since the beginning?

Only time would tell.

But tonight, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, there could be a world where you didn’t have to choose at all.

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[shuenkio]

Wishing on You | 니키 — 엔.하.이.픈 🎄

• Paring: Ni-Ki X M!reader | Genre: Soft fluff.

Synopsis: Dating M/N as a joke, using the relationship to escape his own painful memories. However, karma strikes when Ni-ki unexpectedly falls deeply in love with M/N for real.

Cw: bad language, none.

Non proof read | English is not my 1st.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A☃️N: A Christmas gift for all lol, I cannot can't be in this holiday 😜 can't exactly say I'm back but it's 5050. Anyway advance happy Merry Christmas.

"I'm sorry about this m/n, look I'm sorry ok? You know I never apologize to someone but you. I know I was wrong in this for toying you, and I know you won't forgive for what I've done for... Can we pretend like this was never a joke ? Like we're for real together now?" Ni-ki expressed how guilty he was, he never said the word sorry before which made this situation even worse and somehow made you feel special? Or was it a lie again?

Snow continues falls softly, blanketing the world in quiet. Each flake drifts lazily, melting on warm skin of both, turning the air crisp and still.

The icy weather does help you to get from boiling hot at some point however, deep down in your ocean of thought, it feels like he meant what he was saying. The bad guy who got destroyed by many girls, the one who got cheated on, the one who got hurt the most in the end. Then why would he toy with you, when he knows so well about this feeling, being betrayed on?

That's not the case right now, for what you're thinking. Kinda toxic that you wanted to get back with him too but why not? He can change, you can change him don't you? The one that never says sorry or thank you typa guy but for you, it was a different scenario? Ni-ki is regretful for what he did, well his nose is kinda red right now wait is he tearing, gosh.

Stressing, Hands tucked into coat pockets, m/n exhaled, warm breath curling into the frosty air. You made up your mind, either staying with him or ending this relationship for real.

Tears streamed down his face, silent and unbroken, Ni-ki's chest still as if even grief refused to shatter the quiet. He looks down to the snow covered ground, avoids being looking at, while he is on his weakness.

Close the distance between you and him, as you lift up his chin.

"Are you sure you'll never do it again?" You asked. He drew a shaky breath, forcing himself to steady, his voice trembling but clear as he spoke through the tears, determined something.

"i swear to Santa, if I'd toy, cheated, playing with your feelings again on you, I'd let you shave my head bold" what?

"sigh shut up"

"can I...hug you?" M/n rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply as Ni-ki, still wiping away tears, hesitantly asked for a hug.

"fine I guess..," You said nonchalantly, the voice is flat, as you shrugged slightly, offering no more than a careless glance. Despite the dismissive tone, you didn’t pull away when Ni-ki stepped closer.

Ni-ki wrapped his arms around you, pulling them close, resting his chin on your shoulder despite the height difference. There was a warmth in the embrace, a sense of quiet comfort that filled the space between them.

Under the flake storming, You could feel the weight of Ni-ki sigh against your neck, the way his body seemed to melt, just for a moment, into the calm of being held. It was a strange mixture of vulnerability and safety, and though You'd remained still, that both of you couldn’t ignore the faint tug in their chest.

"I'll be good for you... Really"

"..."

"바보같이 사랑해..."

"Okay... Well um... Merry Christmas?"

© to all the rightfully owners of pics and dividers.

[solarnomoon]

your eyes on me ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩ sim jaeyun smau

the time of reckoning has come! everyone is linked to their soulmate when they're born, but only after they turn twenty does that link become visible. however, you don't expect much, because the stupid red line tied to you is only seen when they're close by. for now, you'll just help your best friend with their soulmate, hoping it'll happen to you too.

pairing -♥̩͙ jake x male reader

tags -♥̩͙ soulmate au, college au, smau, fluff, cliche trope yatta yatta, male reader, not idol enhypen but enhypen as a group, crack, angst, misunderstanding, gaming terms, valorant, league of legends, genshin impact, references to pop culture

warnings -♥̩͙ cursing, suggestive themes, corny/dirty/kys jokes

featuring -♥̩͙ chaewon of le sserafim, winter of aespa, felix of straykids, more to come!

status -♥̩͙ not started!

taglist -♥̩͙ open!

author's note -♥̩͙ bro there's no way i'm doing another one BUT I LOVE SMAUs hello anyway SURPRISE i'm gonna start this one soon once i get all the profiles and storyboard together but yes jake!!!

profiles >>> the O(h)G(ee)'s -♥̩͙ enTRIFLIN

chapters >>>

*written

00. just a normal day, searing dawn 01. so fucking supportive, call me sona 02. the bible??? 03. dino for the huzz* 04. im tight as hell

[hamilando]

ੈ✩‧ Eyes up here ma’am(enha texts) ੈ✩‧

Genre :- smiling over enhypen’s fan taken photos

Pairing :- Enhypen x gender neutral reader

A/N:- This post is might be a little suggestive ! Feedback is much appreciated! Requests and questions are always open!

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