#niki x reader

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日语 ⟣ I'LL LIKE YOU . . SECOND GUESSING YOUR FRIENDSHIP ─────𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.

𝓲. when you're more than friends with enhypen

❪ 日语 ❫ : enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ❜ skinship, petnames kissing ⎯ fluff head canons one shot ˊᯅˋ & click / archive

다니 : this photoshoot of ki & won will always be engraved in my brain ㅠㅠ .. specifically used that won pic for someone .. cough cough (my favie won girl)

LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung tastes like mint gum and something sweet you can’t quite place, maybe the remnants of the iced americano he always drinks. his lips move like he’s savoring this—like he’s scared you’ll pull away. but you don’t. you never do. your hands tangle in his hoodie strands, pulling him closer as his fingers ghost over your waist, hesitant but wanting. "this is a bad idea," you mumble against heeseung’s lips, but you don’t pull away. his hands are already at your waist, like he needs this as much as you do. "then why aren’t you stopping?" he breathes, and you don’t have an answer, not when his lips ghost over yours again. but you never talk about it, never question what it means, and when heeseung kisses you again, you let him, because it’s easier that way.

PARK JAY

"jay," you sigh, staring at the dress in your hands—soft, delicate, way too expensive. "you have to stop doing this." but jay just grins, leaning back against the couch, arms crossed like he's waiting for you to give in. "why would i? you look pretty in them." friends don’t buy you designer dresses just to see you smile, don’t brush your hair back and say, “this one’s my favorite,” when you step out of the fitting room. but jay does. and when you finally, finally give in—twirling just a little for him, watching the way his eyes light up—you pretend not to notice the way he looks at you, like he’s waiting for something more.

SIM JAKE

"you comfy, pretty girl?" jake's voice is soft, lazy, like he has nowhere else to be but here, sprawled out next to you. his arm is draped over your waist, fingers tracing idle shapes against your hip, and you don't know why the way he says it makes your stomach flip. he always calls you that—pretty girl, baby, angel—but something about the way he says it now, making it feel different. making it feel real. "yeah," you say. his lips curl into a smirk, like he knows something you don’t. "good," he hums, tugging you closer, his breath warm against your skin. but you don’t let yourself overthink it. instead, you just let yourself melt into him, into the way he holds you like you belong to him.

PARK SUNGHOON

"didn’t know you liked hanging around idiots," sunghoon mutters, arms crossed as he leans against your doorframe, watching the guy you were with earlier walk away. his jaw is tight, his eyes sharp, and you don’t miss the way he kept cutting the poor guy off mid-sentence, dismissing him like he was nothing. "he’s not an idiot," you say, but sunghoon just scoffs, pushing past you into your room like he owns the place. "sure," he deadpans, flopping onto your bed, arms behind his head like he’s totally unbothered. except, he is. you saw the way he glared, the way his fingers twitched when the guy got a little too close. you crawl in next to him, and immediately, his arm hooks around your waist. "he's so annoying, i think you should ditch him," sunghoon mumbles.

KIM SUNOO

"you’re not even listening," you pout, nudging sunoo’s arm, but he just laughs, soft and sweet, shaking his head. "i am," he says, but his eyes tell a different story. he’s watching you like you’re the only thing that matters, like every word out of your mouth is something he wants to memorize. the fond smile on his lips only grows as you ramble on, completely unaware of the way he looks at you. "then what did i just say?" you challenge, crossing your arms. he hums, like he’s thinking, but really, he’s just admiring you. "something about… your coworker being annoying," he guesses, grinning when you roll your eyes. "lucky guess," you mumble. sunoo just hums, resting his chin on his hand. "whatever, pretty girl," he murmurs.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon always lets you steal his hoodies, even when he grumbles about it, even when he pretends to snatch it back just to hear you whine. you wonder if friends do that, if friends pull you into their side when you’re cold and give you their hoodie. “you think too much in that brain of yours,” jungwon murmurs, flicking your forehead before tugging the hoodie’s hood over your head. his fingers linger at your chin, like they belong there. you roll your eyes, but you don’t pull away. “i was just thinking about how you suck at being just a friend,” you tease, and he laughs, shaking his head. “yeah?” he hums, tilting his head, eyes locked on yours. “then stop thinking.” and when he pulls you in closer, you really, really do.

NISHIMURA RIKI

riki flicks your forehead, grinning when you scowl. “you’re so slow, hurry up,” he teases, pulling you closer by the sleeve of your hoodie. your phone buzzes, and you glance down, catching the matching phone cases between your hands. “stop looking at me like that,” riki groans, shoving his own phone in his pocket, but you catch a glimpse of his wallpaper—your face, mid-laugh, the same one you have of him. “weirdo,” you mutter, flipping your hand to show the silver ring on your finger, identical to his. “says the one who wanted matching rings.” riki snorts, tugging at your pinky. “you agreed.” you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. it’s never been talked about—why he does these things, why you let him—but when he looks at you like that, like you’re his favorite thing in the world, you think maybe you don’t need to.

[vivimura]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“am not.”

“oh, but you are..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he decided not to tease you anymore.

“be a good girl and sit still, hm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[heeluvv]

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

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓 ꕤ

pairing ⤸ nishimura riki x reader

genre ⤸ smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but part of you wanted more.

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

but you were scared.

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

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

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

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

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

“riki… i want you.”

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

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

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

“baby… are you sure?”

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

but tonight, you wanted him.

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

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

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

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

“come here.”

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

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

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

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

“please, riki…”

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

something inside him snapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he grinned, voice dropping into something dangerously low.

“yeah… just like that.”

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

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

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

then—he stopped.

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

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

you didn’t waste a second.

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

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

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

then he saw you.

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

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

“already so fucking soaked, baby… fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

not when you were already so perfectly ready for him.

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

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

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

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

your breath caught in your throat.

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

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

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

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

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

he stilled, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but all he saw was lust.

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

the sight alone made his control snap.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that was all the encouragement he needed.

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

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

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

but he wasn’t satisfied yet.

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

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

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

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

but then his gaze snapped back down to you.

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

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

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

“fuck, yes, riki! yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

“then fucking cum for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you shattered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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PLEASEEE RIKI FUCKING READER IN MATING PRESS

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warnings : smut, mating press, mean niki, overstimulation, creampies, pet names, breeding kink

“Fucking take it, bitch.” His voice cuts deep into the room, fuelling the fire you lit.

You didn’t think it was that bad. I mean, sure, you wore that skirt out. But he bought it for you. You’ve never worn it before. Why not try it? And sure, you did know that guy was flirting with you, at least you weren’t flirting back.

Niki doesn’t believe that is a good enough excuse. Which is why, he took you straight home. Ripping the skirt off, he practically throws you on the bed. He positions you how he sees fit. Which is where you are right now.

“I can’t—I can’t take it!” You whine out loudly, feet fidgeting because that’s the only thing you can move.

Niki’s hand leaves your clit, pinching your cheeks together to form duck lips. He leans right over your face. “You did this to yourself, and now you’re facing the consequences.” Niki leans up again, his hands coming to lean against the back of your knees.

You’re spread on your back, and your legs are pressed against your upper body, your pussy on display for however Niki wants to use it. Your calves rest on his shoulders, and your chest heaves, so needy to cum even though you have a few times already.

“I’ve cum so many times though—“ you interrupt your own sentence with a loud moan, as your 4th orgasm washes over you with no warning, and your clit explodes, ecstasy washing over you as your legs twitch.

Niki’s pace is relentless, fucking you through your climax, and he continues in even after you’ve calmed down. “S—sensitive!” You moan out, tears brimming because it hurts so good. You love the pain overstimulation brings you.

You feel Niki’s second orgasm ride closer, his tip throbbing with need as he chases his own climax.

“Gonna fill your sensitive pussy right up with my cum and make you fucking pregnant.” Niki spits, balls slapping against your skin. “Maybe that’ll teach you to not whore yourself out.”

You hate how your pussy clenches at his words.

“You want me to get you pregnant?” Niki only laughs, mocking you. “Dirty fucking slut. You don’t deserve it.”

And yet he does, as he bottoms out completely, tip pressed to the deepest depths of your cunt, and he blows the load, his hot seed shooting in small ropes around your walls.

“Deep in your fucking pussy.” He groans, head knocked back, mouth gape as his words arouse you more than you’ll ever know, but you’re too tired and spent to feel horny anymore.

Niki pulls out, and he watches as his cum pours out of you, and down your ass.

“Don’t fucking play with me, Y/N.” He drops a fat glob of spit, and it lands right on your clit. “Or, do. Your loss, my gain.” He kisses you one more time before picking you up, leading you to the bathroom because you cannot walk.

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[callikari]

H.S.K.T — nishimura riki ᯓᡣ𐭩 𐀪𐀪

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

PAIRING — grumpy!riki x sunshine!fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

you pouted. “it’ll be cute.”

“you say that about everything.”

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

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

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

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

you beamed. “so you’ll do it?”

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

you perked up. “anything!”

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

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

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

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

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

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spy partner! enha x spy! reader

confessions of sorts

the post to an ask that @writhyv sent me abt enha confession texts gone wrong - but unfortunately i deleted it by accident LMAOOOO

cw: swearing, crack, fluff, mentions of guns and shooting

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A/N: Hope you guys liked this one!!!! Requests are open!

[rizzmura]

under your skin; what are we doing

enemy!niki x fem!reader

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

w.c.: 2.7k

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

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

you had never been more frustrated in your life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“go to hell, niki.”

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

but then, your phone buzzed again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

maybe that was the game all along.

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

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

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

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

《》

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[secret-moonstruck]

UNDER THE SPELL OF THE MOON | ENHYPEN ??

Weekly challenge: secret-moonstruck x callmemonster68

— Pairing: enhypen x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: Only one victim, only one heart was needed for Y/N to invoke her powers through the moon. But seven could be much more appetizing.

— Genre: smut, gore.

— Words: 5.512.

— Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, praising, cum inside, making out, clit play, begging, hickeys, cum eating, overstimulation, injuries, slaps, pet play, submission, blood, gore, death, murder.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

Y/N's golden eyes sparkled as she watched from the top of the building the group of friends leaving a restaurant. Her pointy, red nails drummed on the floor beside her as a smile covered her lips.

Normally she would just wait for the night of the full moon to arrive, then choose a pure and innocent victim with a kind soul, take her to her home where she would devour his heart, intensifying his powers and extending his immortality.

But she still had time, so she spent the whole night observing this group of friends, they were as close as brothers, there was a connection between them that Y/N could feel even from a distance. They were the type of people who would do anything for each other, a connection probably created over many years since they were children. A connection that Y/N would love to ruin, a connection that would certainly leave their sweet little hearts in pieces when broken, making them even tastier, and giving Y/N much more power. She decided to have some fun for the next few days before performing the ritual.

Y/N waited for them to separate and he chose your victim.

Sunghoon was alone, the empty and silent street now wet from the sudden rain, it was then that he heard the sound of crying in the distance in an alley. He followed the sound and as he turned the corner he saw the girl lying on the ground, injured, crying, her clothes soaked and dirty.

- Oh my god, what happened to you? - He asked worriedly, approaching the girl, trying to lift her.

- I was attacked, a strange creature, I managed to escape but I couldn't go any further. - She said desperately through tears.

- Come, I'll help you.  - He lifted her onto his lap, as she didn't seem able to walk at the moment.

Not knowing what to do, Sunghoon took the girl to his apartment.

- Thank you for helping me. My name is Y/N. - She said as she left the bathroom, now clean, dry and wearing Sunghoon's clothes. 

- Imagine, it was nothing. Are you better? - He asked approaching her. - I'm Sunghoon.

- Yes, I am, thank you very much. - She replied, but she was holding her arm covering something.

Sunghoon noticed this and took her hand away noticing a wound, he turned her around and noticed that the wound went to her back.

- You're not well. - He said scolding her. - Come on, let's take care of this.

He made her sit on the couch with her back facing him while he tended to the wound, but the wound was covered by the shirt she was wearing.

- Y/N... I'm sorry but I can't take care of that part.

- Okay. Just a minute. - Y/N replied, adjusting herself.

Sunghoon was shocked, she simply took off her shirt and held it against her chest. Your back completely exposed to him. 

Not knowing how to react he started to tend to the wound, he didn't know what to think, how could she do that if she didn't even know him. What if he was someone bad and attacked her?

Sunghoon's long fingers slowly touched Y/N's bare back, he had already finished treating the wound but without realizing it he began to caress her soft skin, causing goosebumps.

- Sunghoon… - Y/N moaned his name, almost inaudible, but he heard her. 

He continued to caress her, his hands passing through her arms as he approached her body, he seemed in a trance, she automatically tilted her neck, leaving it exposed to him, who slowly distributed kisses.

Sunghoon didn't know what was happening, he never acted like this on impulse, with a stranger, but something about her was enchanting him. He couldn't think, his body just acted on instinct. He turned her towards him and kissed her, an intense kiss and even though it was soft it was covered in flames. Both being set on fire as he pulled her onto his lap, stripping her of her clothes, Y/N's eager hands doing the same to him. I wish them consuming in an explosion of pleasure, a night he was sure he would never forget.

The next morning, when Sunghoon woke up Y/N was missing, she left a note.

“I'm sorry about yesterday, I hope you don't think wrong about me, I'm not that kind of person, something about you weakened me, I acted without thinking. I'm sorry."

Sunghoon felt that the note had a sweet aroma, and as he reread the note he felt a burning sensation in his chest, when he looked at what it was he saw a strange mark, it looked like some kind of writing marking in red, but he couldn't identify it, his chest burned again and the mark disappeared.

Jay didn't like going to parties but it was his friend's birthday so he agreed to go. He just stood there among his friends drinking while watching the dance floor. He was bored, he wanted to get away from there, it was noisy, crowded, hot, uncomfortable, he just wanted to be in the comfort of his home.

He was about to say goodbye to his friends when he saw her. He couldn't help but smile at how lost the girl looked, her innocent eyes looking around looking scared of the crowd. She was beautiful, she didn't have the look of someone who was there to have sex with anyone, she had an appearance with a subtle and natural sensuality, contrasting with her innocent look. Jay felt sorry for her and decided to see if she needed help.

- Sorry to approach you like this, but do you need help? Are you looking for someone?

- Ooooh, my friends disappeared, I don't know if they left, I don't even know how I'm going to get home, I don't even know where this place is. - She seemed worried.

- Hmmm, well, if you accept trusting a stranger. I can take it. - He offered it to her. - My name is Jay.

- Serious? Will you help me? Thanks Jay. - She jumped excitedly. – Me I call Y/N. Thank you very much indeed.

As they approached the car, Jay noticed that Y/N stopped walking.

- I'm sorry, Jay.  - Y/N said between tears. - I lied, my friends didn't leave me alone. They saw that I was interested in you and let me see if I could get close to you. I'm sorry. You don't have to take me. I'm sorry, I'll call them.

He stopped for a moment, watching her as he thought. He normally wouldn't go out with a stranger he met at a random party. But something about her attracted him, he felt something pulling him towards that girl, who had a balance of innocence and sensuality. He saw her face in tears and wanted to protect her from anything that made her cry, but it also made him want to.

- Don't be sorry Y/N, I'm not mad or anything. - He said caressing her face. - You wanted my attention and you got it.

Jay held her face between his big hands and kissed her. It started out as something soft and gentle, but little by little he felt himself burning up for her. He pulled her closer, his hands going down to her exposed legs, he was about to lift her up when he remembered they were in a public parking lot. He wouldn't do that to her there.

- Y/N if you really want to go through with this, we can go to my apartment. - He said to the girl who just nodded, her face red and anxious.

When they arrived at Jay's apartment, they barely made it through the door before he kissed her again, a trail of clothes everywhere they went. His body burned against hers, their bodies seemed to recognize each other as they moved in sync, while sighs mixed throughout the room.

Jay woke up in the middle of the night with Y/N ​​still lying on his chest as he felt his chest burning, he watched as a strange mark appeared over it, the strange letters disappearing as quickly as they appeared. He thought it was some dream so he just ignored it.

Sunoo was walking back to her apartment when he saw her hunched over, huddled in front of the apartment next door, she looked frustrated.

- Hello, did something happen? - He asked the girl gently.

- Oooh, I moved away little by little to this apartment…but I'm so stupid that I forgot my password. - She replied making a face.

Sunoo laughed, she looked cute, but he noticed how she was wearing a short white dress, which didn't make sense since it was really cold.

- How about we do it like this? You can come in and warm up a bit while you try to remember your password. - He offered, worried that she would freeze there. - Could it be?

- Would you do that? Aaaah thank you so much, I was afraid I was going to freeze to death…my brain apparently already froze. - She joked.

While she was trying to remember her password, Sunoo made them hot chocolate. Neither of them noticed the hours passing as they chatted animatedly, Y/N for a moment forgot why she was there, she really was comfortable with his sweetness. But as easily as she forgot, she remembered why she was there, she had no time to waste. Maintaining her awkward posture, she spilled her hot chocolate on him.

- Oh no, I'm sorry Sunoo. - She desperately tried to help him. - This is so hot, did you burn yourself?

- No, it's okay.  - He smiled calming her before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. - There's no need to worry Y/N, it's okay.

- Here, let me help you. - She said following him.

She tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt pulling it up helping him take it off.

- Are you sure you didn't burn yourself? - She asked, while innocently pulling his shirt to see if his body wasn't burned.

He felt like he had caught her belly but he didn't want to make her feel guilty so he lied, that it hadn't burned as he pulled his shirt back but she could still see it.

- Chocolate burn can get ugly, we need to take care of it. - She scolded him.

She asked where there were things to take care of the burn, he said he had them in his room and she dragged him there making him show her where it was.

Y/N made him sit on the bed after he handed over the box with the necessary things. She tried to take care of the wound by lifting his shirt just a little, but it kept getting in the way so she made him take it off. Sunoo felt embarrassed but obeyed her.

As Y/N's gentle fingers tended to the burn he tried to ignore the shivers on his body. She blew gently after applying the ointment, making him even more tense.

- You are very beautiful Sunoo. - Y/N said softly, looking into his eyes, her fingers gently running over his skin.

- I… yeah… Thank you… I guess… - He was very nervous. - Have you finished?

- Not yet. - Y/N replied, bringing her face closer to his.

Sunoo tried to pull away but his body wouldn't allow it, he wanted this, something about her paralyzed him, he couldn't help but yearn for this kiss. Giving up he gave in and kissed her, an unknown heat suddenly emerging shocking him. Without realizing it, he deepened the kiss, making it more intense, pulling her onto his lap, her hands glued to his bare chest, while she moved on his lap, rubbing herself, making him excited. 

- Stop Y/N, please, if it continues like this there is no going back. - He asked when breaking the kiss, his eyes still closed, avoiding looking at her, if he saw her he would give in again.

Y/N smiled, he was really trying hard, she could feel how his soul was so deliciously sweet, his heart too good, she wanted to devour him right there, but it wasn't the time yet.

- So there's no turning back, because I want you Sunoo. - She whispered before kissing him again.

Sunoo threw away the last bit of control, desire consuming him. The desire to possess her was too strong, he had never felt anything like it. He lost consciousness, his clothes disappearing in seconds as their bodies became one.

He was immersed in pleasure when he felt the burning in his chest, different from when he burned himself earlier, he felt the letters being engraved under Y/N's touch, that pain causing more pleasure blinding him, he couldn't take it anymore.

The next day Sunoo was still trying to clear his mind, he looked at his chest in the mirror, looking for the mark, he was sure of what he saw and felt, but the mark wasn't there...Maybe he imagined it.

Heeseung passed in front of the flower shop and saw Y/N coming out carrying so many flowers that it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to go far as it covered her vision.

- Do you want help? - Heeseung offered politely.

- You are an angel, thank you very much.

Y/N explained that she needed to make a delivery but the delivery guy would take a while so she was going in person as it wasn't too far away. He offered to give her a ride.

During the way Heeseung felt discomfort, the smell of the flowers was making him dizzy, feverish, he didn't understand why. But everything got worse on the way back, and Y/N, realizing he insisted on waiting a while in his store, offered him a cold juice to try to get better.

Heeseung didn't understand what was happening, his body felt strange, and his mind became cloudy, his eyes followed Y/N as she walked around the store arranging flowers, organizing orders, he struggled to look away when she went up the stairs looking for something on the high shelves, her short skirt revealing too much, it was becoming unbearable for him, every minute there made him feel guilty for the thoughts that were starting to invade his mind.

- I better go. Thank you, I'm better now. - Heeseung dropped the glass and was about to leave when Y/N interrupted him.

- No, you're hot, you could get sick on the street. - Y/N was touching her feverish face. - Heeseung… maybe you are sensitive to aromas?

- What? Why? - What did that have to do with it? He didn't understand.

- Well, some aromas can be aphrodisiacs, especially for people who are sensitive to them.

- Can what? 

- Don't you know what it means? - Y/N's eyes were fixed on his as she inched closer and closer.

- I know. - Heeseung was nervous about the proximity, so he felt like he was trapped between Y/N and a table.

- So, I'm sorry, my flowers caused this to you...maybe to apologize, I can help you. 

Heeseung didn't try to run away or fight his desires, instead he pulled Y/N into a kiss, which burned as much as his body.

Fortunately they were almost at the back of the store, or anyone passing by would see what was happening there, Y/N leaning against the table while Heeseung possessed her body, his hands holding her hair pulling her closer to him, just so he could distribute kisses to her exposed neck.

His body burned so much as he moved against her that he barely cared as the letters glowed across his chest, burning into his skin.

Ni-Ki was arriving at the club when he saw Y/N trying to break free from a drunk guy, he didn't hesitate to hit the guy.

- Are you well? - Ni-Ki asked Y/N.

- Yes, thank you very much, that guy was disgusting.

They entered the club together, his friends were calling him, but he ignored them and went with Y/N ​​to the bar where they talked for a long time while drinking. Y/N showing her charms that perfectly fused between innocence and sensuality, attracting Ni-Ki's interest more and more, her smiles and looks expressing desire, not like someone who goes after anyone at the bar, but for him, just for him. Y/N getting closer and closer as the topic became less superfluous, becoming more intimate.

When Ni-Ki was sure she didn't show any signs of hesitation he kissed her, and at that moment her flame consumed him. When he felt how the situation was progressing he broke the kiss, no words were needed for both of them to know that they should take this to a more private place.

As the club had a private area, he asked for one of the rooms where friends normally held their exclusive parties, but Ni-Ki wanted to party only with Y/N ​​at that moment.

While Ni-Ki spoke to the waiter still at the door dismissing him after getting the drinks, Y/N sat down, not on one of the many sofas that surrounded the room, but on the table in the center. 

The music playing in the back of the room, while she told him to go to one of the sofas. Y/N climbed onto the table on her knees and hands and smiled at him before getting up on the table, Ni-Ki was in awe of the woman in front of her as she danced sensually, the pieces of clothing leaving her body following her movements, her hands running over her own naked body, she went down on the table again going to him. Y/N sat on Ni-Ki moving on his lap as she removed his clothes. Before long the room became noisy, the music mixing with the obscene sounds of their bodies and their moans. Ni-ki's name was heard repeatedly in that room as he lost more and more control, not knowing how many times one brought extreme pleasure to the other.

Ni-Ki had his face between Y/N's legs, her hair being pulled as she begged for him, that's when he felt the mark burning his chest, he was so focused on taking Y/N to the limit that he ignored the burning caused by the words that soon disappeared.

The clothing store seemed almost empty, there were There were few people there, Jungwon was going to the fitting room to try on the clothes he was interested in, when he heard someone asking for help in one of the booths, he thought it was strange but didn't ignore it.

- Hello, is everything okay? - He asked politely.

- Oh finally, please, can you help me? - A female voice asked politely. 

- I'm going to call a saleswoman, just a minute. 

- No need, you can help me.

Hesitantly he opened the door, Y/N couldn't unzip the dress she was trying on, she asked him to help her, when he entered the cabin she closed the door.

Jungwon's hands shook as he opened the dress, but his entire body froze in the next moment, instead of holding the dress, Y/N let it slide down her body and fall at her feet.

- I'm very sorry. - Jungwon she tried to leave the dressing room after several seconds in which he unknowingly admired Y/N's body.

- Wait. - Y/N's hands stopping him. - Why were you so nervous? You're not getting turned on by a stranger you met minutes ago in a store fitting room, are you?

- I...don't...just...I better go. - He he tried to leave again, but Y/N placed herself between him and the door, her body very close to his.

- If I were you, I wouldn't go out like this...it could be complicated. - Her eyes pointing towards his pants, which were obviously much tighter.

- I can help you. - Y/N's sweet whisper hypnotizing him, unconsciously he agreed. - By the way, I'm Y/N, you better know my name at least.

- Jungwon...my name is Jungwon. - The answer was low.

Y/N's hands descending down his body to the zipper of his pants.

Jungwon's head was leaning against the wall of the dressing room, his mouth almost bleeding as he tried to avoid moaning for fear of someone hearing, while Y/N was on her knees in front of him, that was great but the image of her half naked in front of him kept repeating in his mind.

- Please Y/N, I want…. I want…

- No need to ask. I want you inside me too.

They were both sure that anyone in the store would know what was going on there. But they didn't care, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure they were feeling. The eyes of Jungwon fixos in the mirror watching in amazement as he disappeared inside Y/N, and so he saw perfectly when the mark was burned into his chest and disappeared, but he didn't have time to think about it, his attention was only on Y/N. 

Jake was with his friends at a restaurant, he saw the girl alone drunk with her head lying on the table, he approached to check on her. Y/N was very drunk, he tried his best to find out her address to send her home in a taxi, but he didn't get an answer, he was worried about leaving her there so even though he was afraid he thought the best option was to take her with him, as he noticed some men looking at her strangely.

He was afraid that she would be scared to wake up if she saw him there, so he thought of leaving her sleeping in the living room next to a note explaining why she was there. But the moment he went to release the note, Y/N's eyes opened, meeting his, he was the one who got scared, she just smiled.

- Thanks. - She said as she sat down, she looked at the note. - You are very kind. What is your name?

-Jake.  - His name came out shaky with nervousness.

- Oh, Jake, a beautiful name. My name is Y/N. - A sweet smile on your face as you adjusted yourself on the sofa, giving him space to sit. - Aren't you afraid of bringing a stranger into your house?

- No, I was afraid that you would feel scared when you woke up in a stranger's house.

- I understand, but no. I can see perfectly well that you would not harm me. I know you've already done a lot for me, but... would you mind if I stayed the night? I got into a fight with my roommate, I really didn't want to go back today.

- Of course, it's okay. - Jake was very kind.

- Aaaah, thank you very much. - She excitedly hugged him, making him blush.

Jake noticed how uncomfortable she was wearing clothes, so he offered her a change of clothes and let her take a shower before bed. But the moment Y/N got out of the shower, he regretted his kindness, she was only wearing her shirt, leaving her legs exposed, the shirt might be big, but not big enough, he couldn't help but look at her body.

- You may be kind, but you're not innocent Jake. - Y/N's tone of voice and smile changing as she approached him. - You're not thinking about attacking the innocent girl you protected from the bad guys at the restaurant, are you?

He realized late that he was cornered, she was too close, his breathing was heavy as her hands roamed his body.

- I'm just kidding, you don't have to worry, I assure you that no matter what you do to me, it's nothing I don't would want. - She pulled him, their lips almost touching. - Do whatever you want with me Jake.

That's exactly what he did, now she was the one with her back pressed against the wall as he lifted her onto his lap. His entire body burning under the spell of her lips, he took her to his bedroom where he was consumed and blinded by desire, his body moving for more as Y/N rode him, his hands firmly on her waist controlling her movements, pressing her body against his as he filled her insides as they both climaxed.

Jake's eyes were closed as his breathing returned to normal, when he felt the letters burning into his chest, he groaned in pain, but when he opened his eyes the mark was gone.

The days that followed Y/N was all that existed on their minds, the small spell she cast was enough for them to become obsessed with her.

That night the full moon shone brightly under the ruins of the great hall in the middle of the forest, a place that was probably a great castle many years ago.

Y/n was sitting on a large stone table swinging her legs excitedly as she looked at the moon, her golden eyes shining brightly as she felt most alive, full moon nights were when her powers were at their peak. 

- The day has finally arrived. - The smile on his face would scare anyone who saw it.

Facing the moon Y/N began her spell as the dagger in her hands made her arm bleed. Blood dripping onto the floor over letters identical to the ones that were marked on his seven victims, one of his eyes changed color now glowing a beautiful shade of pink.

One by one One of the men she marked felt a sharp pain in her chest and her marks appeared, along with a vision.

“Y/N was trapped in the great forest hall, injured while the others were around her torturing her.”

They fell into despair when they saw her there, and worse seeing their beloved friends hurting the woman who hadn't left their minds for a second since they met her. Without hesitation they headed to the place where Y/N was waiting for them. 

She had never bewitched and manipulated the minds of seven people at once, but it was easy and she was ecstatic, spinning and laughing around the abandoned hall as she felt their desperation to save her. Meticulously leaving objects that would serve as weapons for them.

Jake was the first to arrive, he saw Y/N passed out in the middle of the room and ran to help her, but before he reached her Jay arrived, both having hallucinations, seeing the other threaten and hurt Y/N, they immediately started fighting.

One by one they arrived in the large hall and joined the fight, Y/N had fun watching them while they were still hallucinating seeing her defenseless and injured. 

It was absurdly charming to see the best friends fighting each other, but the climax was when the deaths started.

Y/N's eyes were shining brighter and brighter when she saw Jake take a knife and stab Heeseung in the stomach several times. But Jake didn't live much longer, as almost at the same time he began to suffocate when Sunghoon tied a rope around his neck, killing him almost immediately.

Y/N laughed sadistically as she watched them, she ran to Heeseung's fallen body, ripping out his heart before doing the same to Jake, she returned to the large table she was sitting on top of, and devoured their hearts as the fight continued, her legs swinging excitedly, her eyes turning dark red.

Jay and Sunoo were fighting, but a dagger flashed before Sunoo's eyes and he killed Jay immediately, Sunghoon who was coming angrily at him didn't see the dagger in his hand when he attacked him, he only noticed it when it was stuck in his chest.

While Jungwon's hands squeezed Ni-Ki's throat, choking him, the boy was almost losing consciousness when the blade in Sunoo's hands cut Jungwon's throat.

Y/N was distracted devouring the hearts from the bodies of others and almost didn't see when Ni-Ki fought with Sunoo and took the dagger he was wielding and went through Sunoo's chest, his body collapsed to the ground.

- Run away Y/N, they are not them anymore, Ni-Ki is still alive, you must run away, he will hurt her. - He said, seeing Y/N approaching him, he was dying, blood was already coming out of her lips. - I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you.

- My poor boy, the sweetest, so pure and naive. - Y/N's fingers caressed his face, comforting him. - Don't worry, Ni-Ki can't hurt me. You were good, don't worry. Thank you for fighting for me, my dear. A waste for you to die like this, you would be perfect serving me. But know that your sweet heart will always be with me.

Holding his face as blood ran down his lips, his life hanging by a thread, Y/N kissed him sweetly.

- Goodbye my dear Sunoo. - Y/N said as her hand crossed his chest, ripping out his heart.

Y/N stood up leaving Sunoo's bloody and lifeless body on the floor, his heart in her hands, she devoured it as she approached Ni-Ki.

Y/N's glowing red eyes found Ni-Ki. She expected to see panic in his eyes, by now he must have woken up and realized what he had done, his heart was probably filled with fear.

Y/N's fingers tracing Ni-Ki's face, the tip of her nail lifting her chin to look him in the eyes. While the other hand touched his chest, feeling his heart racing. She smiled thinking about how his eager heart would soon be hers.

But the smile suddenly disappeared as he studied his gaze, he wasn't panicked or sad or anything. On the contrary, a smile appeared on his face and his hand held Y/N's hand against his chest.

- You feel no remorse, no fear. - Y/N said smiling, a proud and devilish smile, her eyes getting darker and darker. - You took pleasure in killing them.

- They lusted after you, I would never allow any of them to have you Y/N. You are mine.

Y/N laughed loudly, this pathetic human thought she could be HIS?

- You are more naive than you think, do you really think that I will be yours? You are just a weak human, you could have killed your friends, those who protected you so much and loved and cared for you. You have a horrible soul. But all you could offer me was your heart, but not even that serves me anymore, your heart is cruel and dirty, it is useless to me. But I'll be good and kill him, it wouldn't be fair to the others to leave him alive.

Ni-Ki pulled Y/N by the waist, placing their bodies together, their lips almost touching.

- Are you really going to kill me?  - He whispered against her lips, she smiled, evaluating him.

- You know Ni-Ki, you're right, it would be a waste, your human soul has already become so dark and your heart so dirty that I imagine how deliciously terrible you would be if you transformed.

Y/N closed the distance between them by kissing Ni-Ki fiercely, but the kiss didn't last long, she soon pulled away smiling, snatched the dagger from his hands and made a cut again on his arm, then handed it to Ni-KI while his blood flowed.

- Drink, become mine for eternity. - Y/N's eyes were now completely black covered by their darkness while her smile became more and more devilish.

Without hesitation, Ni-Ki took Y/N's arm and drank her blood, at the same moment he felt an agonizing pain throughout his body.

- Did you deceive me? I'm dying.  - He moaned of longing, fallen on the floor.

- Not mine darling, only your soul is dying. - Y/N bent down in front of him, stroking his hair. - You, my love, are just reborn, being reborn for your mine.

The pain was unbearable, his heart felt like it was on fire, his entire body ached as if hundreds of blades were running through his veins. He screamed in agony, then silence took over the place.

When Y/N held Ni-Ki's face and lifted it up, his eyes were black like hers, there was only emptiness and darkness in them. black marks spread across his face.

- So beautiful, now you belong to me. My devilish boy.

There was no more pain, there was nothing left for him to feel, just desire, he wanted Y/N, and now he would have her.

With a quick movement that surprised Y/N, Ni-ki stood up, lifting her onto his lap before kissing her, a kiss full of desire and flames, there was only her in his mind, he longed for her, the real her, not the Y/N who seduced him that day, but the demonic Y/N that was in his arms covered in blood, the demonic Y/N that made him kill the only people that mattered in his life.

Next challenge: Freedom

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ᯓ I HOPE OUR PATHS CROSS AGAIN | 리키

PAIRINGS. ex!riki x ex!reader

GENRE. angst, exes to strangers

WARNINGS. mentions of sh

SYNOPSIS. moving on was always easy for you, but riki seemed to have had a hold of you.

THE APARTMENT YOU USED TO SHARE was now soundless, filled with pits of darkness and old memories.

the cat bed still sits on the living room corner, isha unfortunately passed away a few months ago. the cat held your dying love, a memory of what got you both together in the first place— your similar liking for cats.

sadly, along with isha, your relationship died too. it's been months, but the moment of him watching you walking out his door was a fresh wound.

you hated yourself, the reflection in the mirror was a creature you don't recognize, the bumps in your stomach are pieces you want to cut, the melody of your voice is the one you'd put on mute.

you'd kill to be or live as a different person. and that led you to pouring out your insecurities so much you spurred them to him.

“baby, please..” he held your cheek in his hand, the gentle warmth of his palm pressured your tears more, leaking out of your eyes.

“I'll love you so much I'll fill the cracks in your soul, I'll love you to the point where you won't notice you don't,” he puts his forehead to yours, pleading for you to stay.

“I-I can't..” you trembled, your shaky hands on top of his, he caresses your arm, the healed scars felt different from your smooth skin, you've healed, but the ache still wavers.

“you don't deserve me, you're out of my league— I pity you, you constantly reassure me just because I can't believe words, you deal with my ugly, dramatic attitude—”

he puts his index finger to your lips, “shh, baby stop? please,” he paused, “don't leave me, okay..? we can do this, I'll help you heal.” he stares into you eyes, this was crucial and heart breaking for him. but he stayed strong. so you could see the desperation in his eyes, the will.

“I'm sorry,” you said before quickly pecking him on the lips, and running out his door. he would've stopped you, you knew it. but in that moment, all you felt was pity, for him— anger, at yourself, and regret.

you wished you've just never crossed paths. maybe then he wouldn't have had to meet you, and love you.

for the first few days, he tried to contact you, calls, texts, everything. he wanted to talk to you at school, but you switched. you couldn't bare to see him again.

the adress he knew was no longer yours. you've moved into an apartment, the apartment you bought in high-school. it was a little bit far from the city.

there were nights when you regretted leaving. maybe things would've ended differently. maybe you've learned to love yourself as he did, maybe you start to appreciate life a little more, but what's certain is things definitely aren't better then they were before.

the things you did together were now solo. you ate quietly, cooked meals for one, rode a bike just to get groceries, and took a walk alone.

there was no riki by your side. no ray of sunshine that reminds you how beautiful you are.

you loved him, you still do, that never left. but loving him didn't fill the void of you not loving yourself.

you didn't want him to have a burden, the constant questions of why or what, sometimes the questions you asked were just the ones you wanted to ask for yourself, but aren't able to. “why'd you love me?” “what do you love about me?” because if you asked, silence would be your answer.

the necklaces still hungs on your neck, the pendant with the picture of when you answered him the sweet yes.

you open it once in a while, a reminder to keep going. even if that's the same reason for you not to.

you wished he had found someone knew, someone who looks at themselves in the mirror with love and adoration.

but you also wish he stares into the moon and wishes for you to come back. and that his heart was only made to love you. to love the parts you couldn't.

the walks you take were random, no direction nor any interest on where you'd end up. you just hoped it were to lead you to him.

everytime you see a guy who's tall, dark locks with small distinct moles, your heart stops, finding his figure for a few seconds before realizing it wasn't.

maybe one day.

© work of saoirsezz | sho

SHO'S NOTE. this is lowk so bad wth.

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NIKI - The Ball of the Condemned ( slight smut )

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

Pairing: Niki Demon X FemReader (Masterlist)

Genre: Slight Smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niki: Tonight you were...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He held her tighter.

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

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

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

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

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

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ㅤㅤFIRST LOVE ㅤㅤㅤ— ㅤㅤnrk x f.reader ㅤㅤwc 1.1k

it all began with a shared song and a rooftop confession.

★ — fluff, high school au, 90s, classmates to ??, confessions, not proofread, idk why are they on the ledge its not safe guys

once again you found yourself on the rooftop, the wind whipping at your hair, staring at yet another boy. he shyly looked at you, hesitant on what to say. you knew what was coming and your reply was on the tip of your tongue.

a confession. one of the many you had received. sometimes you genuinely felt bad for them, especially if they were nice and kind boys. but what could you do about your feelings that already belonged to someone else.

‘i-i… i like you, yn. will you–’ ‘i am sorry, haru’, you interrupted and watched as his face crumbled in sad resignation. better get this done away with you thought. ‘i just… don't feel the same, i wish i did.’ he nodded, throwing you a small sad smile, ‘it's okay, thank you.’

you sighed, watching him leave the rooftop, shoulders sagged in rejection. maybe you should stop coming here to hear their confessions, stop giving them false hope.

just then you heard a chuckle. alarmed, you turned to find a tall boy looking at you from the ledge of the roof.

the one boy you did not want to see, you did not want to feel the blush already spreading on your cheeks.

riki widened his eyes slightly when he came face to face with you but he couldn't help the giddy smile spread across his face, glad that you had rejected yet another boy.

you furrowed your brows, walking up to him, ‘what are you doing here?’ curse you and your conversational skills. the boy shrugged, 'sitting i guess. seeing those guys get rejected, looks fun.' you rolled your eyes, attempting to hide your smile, 'do you want to be the next one?' i would never reject you, ever.

he clicked his tongue, 'not brave enough to try my luck.' his reply caught you off guard. did he–

'well... uh– it seems like lunch is almost over, yn, you wouldn't want to be late to class, will you?' riki spoke, changing the topic. you shook your head, clearly, you had misunderstood his advances. he must be flirting... albeit jokingly.

hiding you heated face, you quickly turned away from him, rushing past the rooftop doors, your stomach twisting in butterflies. little did you know about the soft longing look the boy gave as he saw you walk out.

who was riki kidding? a perfect girl like you, would never want to even talk to the likes of him. he let out a bitter laugh, moving his head to resume staring out at the vast cityscape befire him.

a few days later, riki stumbled onto the rooftop after a particularly painful physics class only to be met with an unusual sight.

his usual position on the ledge was occupied by none other than... you. the one who never really seemed the type to skip classes. what were you even doing there?

maybe he was just bored or maybe he was feeling particularly brave that day but he decided to walk up to you, in the hopes that you wouldn't run away like the last time.

'hey, what got you there?' he said, noticing the single earplug hanging from your ear. surprised you looked at him climbing up to sit beside you.

'hi...' you muttered, unsure. 'just sitting and erm, listening to songs i suppose', you giggled awkwardly. there was something about riki's presence that would always make your words stop and your thoughts jumbled up. was it the way his beautiful eyes bored into you or the soft nod of regard he gave?

no, it must be the way the spring sun shined on his face, highlighting his black hair into a hue of light brown and striking his face in the perfect angle. could he get any prettier? maybe.

a small silence spread between the both of you as you looked ahead at the blue sky, only to find riki looking right back at you. you smiled, 'what...?' 'nothing. you just look so calm.'

you felt anything but calm.

'and you look so pretty', you replied, only to realize what you had said. your eyes widened in horror, you could feel the color draining off your face. way to go, yn, you ruined your chance.

but to your surprise, riki only smiled and it wasn't one of his signature smirks, it felt like a genuine one. almost like under his nonchalant facade, laid a young shy school boy.

you fumbled with your earplugs before offering one to him, eyes not quite able to meet his gaze. he took it without any questions, scooting to sit closer to you.

you played with the buttons of your discman for a moment before pressing play, instantly a soft melody filled your ear. 'oh, i haven't heard this song.' 'it is a new song, first love by hikaru utada.'

you weren't even sure why you offered him the earplug in one place, were you forcing him into listening to your favourite song? did you seem too pushy? he probably found you annoying, right?

wrong. riki was almost taken aback at your gesture and if he weren't so practiced in maintaining one expression, he would have been swinging his legs out of joy like a middle schooler.

you felt his breath on your shoulder, you heart almost stopped at that moment. moving your gaze towards the boy, riki had closed him eyes, head tilted backwards as he basked in the sunlight, his hair tousled by the wind. you almost had to resist the urge to fix his hair.

riki opened one eye to find you looking at him and he swore he could have kissed you in that moment. he leaned forward, you breath hitched.

'so...' he began, unsure of how to continue his sentence. 'why do you keep rejecting everyone?' he was so close, maybe a mere centimeters apart and you did not want to keep that distance. you looked down, your foreheads almost touching.

should i...? what's the worse that could happen? heartbreak. when else would you ever even get this courage?

'i like someone else...' riki's face fell just a little. 'oh.' you took your head, brushing the strand of hair that fell on his forehead. he looked up, surprised.

'... someone who probably does not like me back. someone shy and nice who rarely lets people see his real smile, i really like his smile too. someone who is sitting... right before me', you let out a breath of relief? uncertainty?

the final blow. 'i like you, riki.'

NOTES i have this terrible habit of not finishing shows (even if i really like them) and im yet to finish first love hatsukoi but ive listened to this song way too many times to not make a fic out of it lmao. but yea tysm for reading <3

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love behind the scenes 🪼

synopsis: behind the act of you and rikis arguments, lies love.

۶ৎ: enemy!riki x fem!reader, corny ass humor 💔, slow updates?? angsty💔, enemies to lovers, enha smau

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Can u write riki x reader and its their first time together and he’s very sweet and gentle <33 I love your works

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TW: smut, missionary, lovey dovey type shii, lowkey short as hell

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“Let me know if this becomes too much.” Niki says softly, his tip teasing your entrance, which only begs for it. You nod meekly, hands shaking slightly. He notices, and he slides inside, slowly easing in. The stretch burns, but you take it as he slowly sinks his cock in, hands holding yours.

You suck air through your teeth, eyebrows furrowing. Niki’s hands let go of yours, and they wipe hair off of your face, and he drops a tender kiss on your forehead.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He whispers, as he bottoms out. He doesn’t move, allowing you to adjust.

“I’m so glad you’re doing this.” You eventually say, after finding the strength to say something. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to.”

Your words bring a smile to Niki’s face. “I love you.” He whispers quietly. You nod, as the signal to go, and he begins to gently thrust, starting a very slow pace to warm you up.

The sting fades, being replaced by pleasure that only builds up more.

“Feels so good.” Your voice is shaky, as you try to relax.

“You’re doing so good.” Niki’s thrusts speed up, which breaks a moan from you.

“Faster…” a whine escapes your throat.

Niki finds a faster pace, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. The room that feels hot. Moans of desperation and immense pleasure leave your lips, and your cunt clenches tightly around Niki’s long, thick shaft.

Your eyes trail along Niki, starting at his beautiful face. Sweat sticks his hair to his forehead, and his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, groans leaving out of his throat from his chest.

Your eyes travel to his body, his naked chest bare. His abs clench every time he bottoms out, wet with sweat.

Your eyes then watch where your bodies meet. You watch as his dick glides in and out of your pussy with precise ease, disappearing for a few seconds before showing itself.

“I love you baby.” He announces, leaning lower. Your legs wrap around his waist, locking him where he’s positioned. He rests on his knees, face to face with you.

“I love—you too.” You have difficulty forming a sentence, his dick reaching places you didn’t know existed. Places so deep in your pussy, that it feels as if he’s in your stomach.

“Thank you for trusting me.” His lips kiss around your face, peppering wherever he sees fit.

“Thank you for loving me.” Your hands brush hair out of his face, and you admire his pretty eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Niki.”

He then kisses your lips. “You’re more beautiful though.” He bottoms out, grinding instead. You feel his pubic bone apply pressure to your clit, forming a tight knot in your abdomen.

“I think I’m gonna cum soon.” You announce, and he nods. Your lower half meets with his, moving the way he does, forming a new rhythm that has you clenching hard, your walls clamping around Niki’s dick. A low groan is torn out from his throat.

“Fuck, me too.” You feel him throbbing through the condom, and you can only imagine how good it’d feel without one on. That thought alone brings you even closer to your orgasm, and your arms wrap around Niki’s neck, leaning him down once again, and his hips find a new angle. A new angle that has him reaching the spongy spot in no time, and you reach a hand down to rub your clit rashly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You whine out, your voice drowning in desperation.

“You’re so good to me. Let go, baby.” And as on command, the knot in your stomach snaps.

Waves and waves of ecstasy wash over you, explosions from your bundle of nerves clenching your cunt around Niki, causing him to groan out in pleasure as his seed seeps into the condom, muffled moans echoing.

Moments of comfortable silence overpass, as you both recollect your thoughts. Niki slowly pulls out, binning the used condom before he slides his boxers on.

“Let get you cleaned up, yeah?” His arms loop around your knees and back, and he lifts you up effortlessly, carrying you to the bathroom.

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[callikari]

misunderstood — nishimura riki

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

PAIRING .ᐟ.ᐟ — riki x fem! reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

just silence.

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

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

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

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MELODiES AND MEMORiES ── prompt 12 / / ni-ki x fem!reader .:. g. fluff , bestfriends to lovers ..: w. skinship ( hand holding , hugging ) 𓂃 wc. ~ 1000 ;. lily's note. made this for mei or @miukidoll <3 (I told you it's nothing scary) hope you like it 🫶 btw I'll try to post chapter 1 of fooled hearts next week!!!

It was a usual Saturday afternoon. You were sitting on the grassy field at the park, waiting for Ni-ki. It was a thing you two always did, hanging out and having fun. Ni-ki, your best friend since you could remember, had promised to meet you after he finished his practice session for his school soccer team. He always had a smile that made everything feel better, and even though you had known him for so long, it always made your heart skip when you saw him.

You looked at your phone, tapping your foot impatiently. He was taking forever today, and you just wanted to have fun with him. That was the thing with Ni-ki—he could always make even the simplest things fun, and today, you had a new idea for something to do. You’d been thinking a lot about it, and it made your cheeks turn red just imagining it. But you didn’t want to mess up what you had with him. What if he didn’t feel the same way?

A sudden voice broke your thoughts.

“Y/N! Sorry I’m late!” Ni-ki called out as he jogged over, waving his hand.

You smiled at him, your worries melting away the moment his eyes met yours. “It’s okay, you’re not that late,” you said, though you knew you were lying. You were just glad to see him.

“Good. So what are we doing today?” Ni-ki asked, plopping down next to you. He sat so close, his shoulder brushing against yours. You didn’t mind, though. You actually kind of liked it.

“Well, I thought we could play that silly game you like,” you said, referring to the one where you two would make up random rules and try not to laugh.

Ni-ki grinned. “I’m in!” He slapped your back playfully, and the impact made you giggle. “But first, I need a snack.”

You laughed and pulled out a bag of chips you had been snacking on earlier. “Here, I brought these.”

Ni-ki took the bag with a grin. “You always think ahead, huh?” he said, popping a chip into his mouth.

You shrugged. “I know you too well.”

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, eating chips and chatting about random things. The wind picked up, and the sun was starting to set, casting a warm, orange glow over everything. You both sat back and just enjoyed the moment, your bodies leaning against the tree that was shading you. Ni-ki’s presence was always calming, like everything was right when he was around. But today, you couldn’t help but feel something more when he laughed or smiled at you. It felt like there was more than just friendship between you two. But you didn’t know if you should tell him.

The game you played together was always goofy. It was just a way for you two to laugh and forget about everything else. Ni-ki was always full of energy, even when he was tired from soccer practice. It didn’t matter how many people were around or how embarrassing it got, Ni-ki would always be willing to make a fool of himself for your sake.

As you were trying not to laugh at his ridiculous dance moves, Ni-ki suddenly grabbed your hand.

“Hey, no laughing at me!” he said, his face serious but the spark in his eyes showing he was joking.

You stared at his hand in yours. It was warm, his fingers wrapped around yours in a way that felt...different. Your heart started to beat a little faster, and you wondered if maybe he felt it too.

“Ni-ki…” you whispered, your voice coming out a little quieter than usual.

He looked at you, his expression softening. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You didn’t know why you were so nervous. You had always been close, always known each other inside and out. So why did this moment feel so different? You glanced at your intertwined fingers and then back up at his face.

“I don’t know... I just... I don’t know what’s happening,” you stammered. Your face turned red as you realized how silly you sounded.

Ni-ki chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling. “You’re acting weird,” he said. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

You didn’t know what to say next, but it felt like everything in the air had shifted. Ni-ki leaned his shoulder against yours, a gentle touch that made your skin tingle.

“You know,” he started, his voice quieter now. “I like hanging out with you, Y/N. Like, really like it.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “I like it too…”

Ni-ki looked at you then, his gaze intense but kind. “I mean, like, a lot. More than just friends. You’re always so cheerful and fun, and I don’t know... it makes me feel like I can be myself. Like... it’s different when I’m with you.”

You felt your cheeks grow even warmer. “Me too, Ni-ki. I feel like... I feel like I can tell you anything. You make me feel happy.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and before you could say anything else, he suddenly pulled you into a hug. It wasn’t anything crazy—just a simple, warm hug—but it made your heart race like crazy.

“You make me happy too,” he whispered into your hair.

You stood there, your heart beating loudly in your chest as you hugged him back. His arms felt strong and comforting around you, and for a moment, you didn’t care about anything else. The world could have been falling apart, and you would’ve still been okay as long as he was holding you.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Ni-ki pulled back, his hands still resting on your shoulders. He smiled at you again, and this time, it felt like the smile you had always been waiting for.

“Y/N, I think... I think I like you more than just a friend,” he said, his voice soft and unsure but sincere.

Your heart fluttered. "I like you too, Ni-ki," you said, your voice barely a whisper.

Ni-ki grinned. "So, are we finally on the same page?"

You nodded, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. "I think we are."

As you sat back down, still holding his hand, you knew this was just the beginning of something new. No more wondering, no more holding back — just the two of you, rising up together.

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