#niki x reader

[heeluvv]

LIKE THAT.ᐟ

pairing.ᐟ wonki x 8th member reader

genre.ᐟ smut

warnings.ᐟ oral (f), etc.

natty's notes.ᐟ request, mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

the dim light in the practice room cast a warm, golden hue across the mirrors, softening the sharp edges of the space but doing nothing to ease the pressure settling in your chest. your skin was already slick with sweat, the heat curling low in your stomach as your breath came faster, shallow. your clothes clung to you, damp with effort, but you pushed through—mind focused, heart racing—not for yourself, but for them.

this unit performance meant everything. just you, jungwon, and niki. the three of you had been selected for a special stage at the upcoming event—something bold, sensual, and completely outside the boundaries of your usual group choreographies. this dance was different. every movement demanded more than just technical skill—it craved confidence, seduction, intention. it was intimate. exposing.

and that was the part you struggled with.

not the steps. not the timing. but the way jungwon and niki looked at you when you danced. like they wanted more. like they knew exactly what this dance was doing to you.

you tried to match their energy—niki, fluid and teasing, always one step ahead with his body language; jungwon, sharp and controlled, every motion precise, almost predatory. next to them, you felt like you were unraveling, your body caught between the urge to perform and the deeper, unspoken desire to please.

you wanted them to say you were doing well. you needed it.

and beneath it all, a quiet truth pulsed: this wasn’t just practice anymore. not when jungwon’s eyes followed every sway of your hips. not when niki’s fingers lingered just a second too long on your waist. not when your body began to respond to the attention in ways that had nothing to do with choreography.

you were dancing for them now.

your hips moved in smooth, hypnotic circles, exactly how they’d shown you, every motion coaxed from you through repetition and quiet encouragement. the music pulsed like a second heartbeat in the room, slow and heavy, each beat syncing perfectly with the roll of your body. your breath was shallow, lips parted as you focused on the mirror, watching the way your silhouette swayed beneath the soft studio lights.

you heard his footsteps before you felt him—jungwon, silent as always, calculated in his every movement. then his presence washed over you like a tide, and a second later, his hands were on you.

he stepped in behind you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off his chest. his palms slid up your arms, fingertips dragging along the soft curve of your shoulders before he gently took hold of your forearms. without a word, he raised them outward, guiding your posture. his touch was firm, steady, grounding.

“lower,” he murmured, voice brushing against the back of your neck.

you obeyed instinctively, sinking into a smooth drop, bending your knees as your body descended with a slow, deliberate grace. your eyes found his in the mirror—dark, focused, intense—and you held the gaze as you moved, your breath catching when you saw the subtle smirk tug at the corner of his lips.

“just like that…” he praised, his voice soft but full of heat, and something about the way he said it made your entire body ache for more.

as he straightened you back up, his hands trailed down the sides of your body with purpose, stopping to settle at your hips. he kept them there, grounding you, controlling the rhythm of your movements with small, intentional presses of his thumbs. your hips moved in time with his now—perfectly aligned—and the friction of his body against yours made your head go fuzzy.

his grip tightened, and he pulled you back against him, his pelvis fitting snugly into the curve of your lower back. your breath stilled. your stomach fluttered.

he rolled his hips once—subtle, slow—and you nearly forgot how to stand.

then he spun you.

it was smooth, fluid, like part of the choreography. his fingers curled around your waist, turning your body in one practiced motion until your back was pressed against another chest, another familiar warmth.

niki.

his arms wrapped around you immediately, securing you to him with a casual kind of ease, as if this had all been planned. his hands settled low on your hips, his chest rising and falling steadily behind you.

“look at you…” he breathed against your ear, his voice a lazy murmur. “so perfect like this.”

his hands moved with you as you kept dancing, guiding you through the movement as though your body was his favorite thing to touch, to study, to praise. the air around the three of you grew heavier, more charged. your skin tingled under their fingertips. your heart pounded in your ears.

“how about we make it even better?” jungwon said, voice calm, but heavy with something electric beneath the surface—something that made your breath catch before you even turned to look at him.

he walked toward the speaker in the corner of the room, each step measured, purposeful. the dim light above him caught the sharp lines of his profile, the sheen of sweat along his collarbone, the way his hair stuck to his temples. his fingers hovered over the speaker controls for a second before pressing down. the volume rose gradually, the beat deepening, bass thickening the air until it felt like the rhythm lived inside your chest.

you watched as his hand drifted away from the speaker and slowly moved down the front of his body, to the hem of his shirt. his fingers curled around the fabric and pulled it upward, slow and unhurried, revealing inch after inch of taut, glistening skin. the material clung slightly before giving way, stretching over his arms, then up and off. he let the shirt fall to the floor without a second thought.

his body was everything you expected—toned, lean muscle beneath golden skin, sweat trailing down the dip of his chest. his breathing was steady, chest rising and falling like he’d just stepped out of a dream. he wasn’t out of breath, but there was something about the way he moved��like he was pacing himself. holding back. savoring this moment just as much as you were.

and then, behind you, came a soft sound. a chuckle. low and warm.

niki.

his voice was close, teasing against the shell of your ear. “don’t just stand there, angel.”

his palm pressed gently against your lower back as he guided you forward—toward jungwon. the warmth of his touch was brief, but it lingered long after he let go, your body already aching with anticipation.

you moved to the center of the room, the soft thud of your footsteps drowned by the music and the thrum of your heartbeat. as you turned to face them, you caught niki in your peripheral vision—his fingers already tugging at the hem of his own shirt, that lazy grin tugging at his lips.

he peeled it off effortlessly, the motion smooth, practiced, like he’d done this a thousand times. the fabric dropped beside him as he stepped next to jungwon, the two of them now standing side by side, shirtless beneath the studio lights.

and they were unreal.

the glow from above traced every ridge of their bodies—the sharp cut of their abs, the subtle flex of their arms, the sheen of sweat painting their skin like it had been poured there on purpose. they were both lean but strong, each line of muscle shaped by hours of training, of discipline, of effort. they looked like they’d been carved out of heat and control.

but what got you—what really got you—was the way they looked at you.

like you were already theirs.

“come on, baby,” niki said, voice low, a little breathy as he leaned casually against the cool mirror behind him. his arms rested loosely at his sides, but his gaze? razor sharp. hungry. “dance for us.”

jungwon said nothing at first, but his silence was louder than words. he stood still, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you with the kind of intensity that made you feel naked. he didn’t need to speak—not when every inch of his body screamed watching, waiting, wanting.

“show us what you’ve got for your solo,” niki added. “we’ve been dying to see you lose yourself.”

you stood there, caught in their eyes, in the press of heat pooling low in your stomach. your fingers twitched slightly at your sides, breath coming quicker. the music seemed louder now—deeper, more primal. and still, they just stood there, shirtless, patient, expectant.

you hadn’t even moved, and already you were unraveling under their gaze.

and they knew it.

you let the music take over, sinking into the sound as the rhythm pulsed through your veins like heat. the beat was low and slow, rolling like thunder beneath your skin, guiding every shift and roll of your body. you didn’t think—you felt. your hips moved in slow, sensual waves, each motion dripping with intention. your breath came a little faster, and the world around you blurred until it was just them, the mirror, and the way the bass rattled through your bones.

your knees bent as you slowly lowered yourself to the floor, letting your body sprawl out with a graceful sort of abandon. your legs slid apart—one extending long and fluid across the cool studio floor while the other bent up at the knee, creating a deliberate arch that drew their eyes like a magnet. your back followed, arching to match the beat just as the bass dropped, your head tilting back slightly, hair brushing along your shoulders.

it wasn’t just a dance anymore.

your hands moved with purpose, gliding up the sides of your waist, fingers brushing the curve of your ribs before finding the hem of your shirt. you peeled it off slowly, deliberately, every motion exaggerated under their eyes. the fabric slipped over your head and off your arms, falling soundlessly to the side. you were left in nothing but your red lace bra—delicate, sheer, sinful in the low light of the studio.

the sound that followed wasn’t from the music.

it was from them.

two soft groans echoed into the space, barely audible over the heavy bass but sharp enough to send a thrill down your spine. you looked up through your lashes, chest rising with each breath, your body still swaying with the rhythm even as you knelt there—barely dressed, flushed, and fully aware of the effect you had on them.

you looked beautiful like this. powerful.

and they couldn’t look away.

niki shifted slightly, leaning harder into the mirror as his tongue slipped across his bottom lip, his gaze fixed on the curve of your waist, the red lace against your skin, the way you moved like you already knew what they were thinking. jungwon hadn’t moved an inch, but his eyes had darkened, jaw tense, breath slow. whatever restraint he had left—it was hanging by a thread.

they weren’t just watching anymore.

they were consumed.

at this moment, nothing else existed.

not the solo piece. not the choreography. not the upcoming performance or how perfectly you were supposed to execute each step.

none of it mattered anymore.

your mind had slipped away from the routine completely, swallowed whole by the weight of their stares—the heat in their eyes, the way their bodies remained still, but tense, like they were barely holding themselves back.

all your focus now belonged to them.

your body moved on its own, slow and deliberate as you began to rise from the floor, muscles stretching with each breath. the music still played, a steady rhythm in the background, but it was no longer your guide—it was background noise, a heartbeat compared to the storm inside your chest.

you stepped toward them, hips swaying with a natural grace, eyes locked on theirs, watching the way their expressions shifted—lips parting slightly, eyes darkening even more, chests rising a little quicker with every step you took.

you could feel it—the hunger, the want, the anticipation pulling the air tight between all of you.

when you reached them, you didn’t say a word. you let your hands speak for you instead.

both arms lifted slowly, each one reaching out in opposite directions. your fingertips brushed against their skin at the same time—one hand finding niki’s toned abdomen, the other sliding over jungwon’s.

your touch was featherlight, barely grazing the surface at first.

niki’s abs flexed slightly under your fingers as you traced the defined lines of muscle, dragging your touch upward toward his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin and the way his breath caught for just a second.

at the same time, your other hand explored jungwon’s torso—his body rigid, tightly coiled beneath your palm. your fingers followed the line from his ribs down toward his waist, slow and intentional, feeling the heat of him beneath your skin, feeling how still he went under your touch—like any sudden move might shatter the last thread of control he was gripping onto.

niki stared at you like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing—like the sight of your body, flushed and glowing under the studio lights, your delicate fingers exploring his bare skin, was something out of a dream he’d been having for far too long.

his chest rose and fell faster now, the muscles beneath your hand twitching slightly as you dragged your touch higher. the tension in him had reached its edge—tight and trembling, like he was fighting to stay still, to keep control. but your soft, exploring touch? it shattered him.

his patience snapped.

with a suddenness that made your breath hitch, his hands shot up, cupping your face between them with a firm, almost desperate grip. his eyes locked onto yours for a heartbeat—wild, dark, hungry—before his lips crashed against yours.

the kiss was messy. hungry. overdue.

your gasp was swallowed instantly, drowned by the pressure of his mouth moving furiously against yours, teeth dragging over your lower lip as if he needed to taste every part of you. his body pressed closer, pulling you in like gravity, like he couldn’t get close enough fast enough.

your hands flew to his chest instinctively, clutching at him as the heat between you flared. he tasted like sweat and mint, his breath uneven as he kissed you like he’d been holding it in for far too long.

his hands didn’t stay still.

they slid from your cheeks to your shoulders, down your sides, then back up to cup your breasts through the delicate lace of your bra. his thumbs brushed over your nipples through the thin fabric, drawing a whimper from your throat that vibrated against his mouth.

“fuck…” he breathed between kisses, his voice rough and full of everything he’d been biting back. “fuck, i’ve wanted this… wanted you… for so fucking long.”

he leaned in again before you could respond, capturing your lips in another bruising kiss, one hand still gripping your chest, the other sliding down your back, anchoring you to him like he was afraid you’d disappear.

and all you could do was melt into him, lost in the heat of it all—the kiss, the touch, the sound of your name barely whispered into the space between gasps.

but it wasn’t just niki’s hands you felt on your body.

before you could even fully catch your breath, you felt another presence behind you—steady, controlled, unmistakably jungwon. his touch was different. deliberate. calculated. his fingertips brushed along your sides with barely-there pressure, tracing the shape of your waist as he closed the space between your bodies. each motion was unhurried, like he was savoring the way your skin reacted to every movement.

you shivered beneath his touch, but you didn’t pull away. you leaned into it.

his hands traveled up your back, slipping beneath the band of your bra. and without a single word of warning, you felt the clasp pop free—his fingers so precise, so practiced. the lace loosened, falling from your chest like a final layer of hesitation, sliding down your arms and catching at your wrists.

“look at you…” jungwon murmured, his voice low, laced with something dark and possessive. it wasn’t a compliment. it was a claim.

niki finally pulled his lips away from yours, breathless and flushed, but he didn’t move far. his eyes stayed on your face, then dropped to your chest as the bra fell to the floor, his gaze drinking you in like he hadn’t seen something so perfect in his entire life.

you barely had time to process before jungwon’s hand was suddenly on your jaw, firm and grounding. he tilted your face toward the mirror, forcing your eyes to meet your own reflection—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, chest rising and falling as their hands moved over you like you were made for them.

“eyes on the mirror,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “watch how pretty you are for us.”

your legs felt like jelly beneath you, heart thudding wildly in your chest. then his hands dropped again—lower this time—hooking into the waistband of your pants. you didn’t resist. your body moved on instinct, letting him peel them down inch by inch, dragging your panties with them.

the cool air hit your skin, and your breath caught in your throat.

you were completely bare now.

niki crouched without hesitation, helping to slide the clothing all the way off. he lifted each leg gently, pushing them aside with careful, teasing hands. his touch was soft, reverent, like he was handling something sacred. and the second you were free of the last scrap of fabric, both of them stepped back to take you in.

and god, the way they looked at you.

their gazes dropped to your exposed body, and the room shifted. the air thickened. the silence stretched, charged with something deeper than lust—something almost dangerous. their expressions darkened, pupils blown wide, lips parted like they were both holding back something primal.

you felt it before it even happened—the weight of jungwon’s stare, the heat of his breath ghosting over your neck.

and then, his fingers slid down.

your thighs twitched at the first contact—just a soft graze between them—but it was enough to make your breath catch. he hadn’t even touched your pussy yet, not really, but the promise was there. his hand moved slowly, knuckles brushing inner thigh to inner thigh, his fingers dancing closer with each heartbeat, teasing, lingering.

every nerve in your body lit up like fire.

you were bare, trembling, caught between them—every inch of you exposed and open. and still, they took their time, savoring every second like this was a gift they’d waited forever to unwrap.

his fingers found your clit with ease, rubbing soft, precise circles that sent a jolt of pleasure rocketing up your spine. your legs trembled instantly, thighs threatening to close around his hand, but he only pressed in closer—his body solid behind yours, grounding you as your body reacted on instinct.

your back arched against his chest, breath hitching as your mouth fell open in a silent gasp. you couldn’t even think—your mind blank, consumed entirely by the sensation, by the heat of his fingers moving against that sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure. he knew exactly what he was doing, and he took his time doing it.

“so pretty…” niki murmured from below, his voice a breath of silk that tickled across your skin.

you barely had time to look down before he was sinking to his knees in front of you, eyes locked on your trembling form with something close to awe. his hands reached out, firm and warm, gliding along your thighs before sliding beneath them. he gently guided them apart, spreading you wider for him as if he’d done it a thousand times.

and then he leaned in.

he kissed the inside of your thigh first—slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second of having you open like this. the press of his lips sent shivers up your legs, especially when he added just the faintest scrape of his teeth. he trailed more kisses upward, closer, closer still—until his breath was fanning hot across your dripping center.

you didn’t even have time to plead for more.

his tongue darted out and slid through your entrance without hesitation, the sudden contact forcing a loud, broken moan from your throat. your hands shot forward, grabbing onto his shoulders—or maybe jungwon’s arms behind you, you couldn’t even tell anymore—just needing something to hold onto as your knees nearly gave out.

niki groaned softly against you, the sound vibrating through your core as he buried his tongue deeper, licking and tasting like he was starving. his hands gripped your thighs tighter, keeping you open for him, keeping you from pulling away even if your body wanted to escape the overwhelming sensation.

every flick of his tongue made your stomach clench. every moan from him made your head spin.

you could feel yourself unraveling. every nerve in your body buzzed beneath your skin, hypersensitive and raw in the best way, like every soft touch and every whispered word was amplified. the moment was heavy—thick with heat and sound, the low thrum of music in the background blending into the rhythm of your own pulse. you were caught between their bodies, their mouths, their hands, and it was too much. it was everything. it was perfect.

niki’s tongue moved with skilled precision, every flick deliberate, every press of his lips designed to drag you further down. he was relentless in the way he devoured you, his mouth glued to your soaked center like he was starved for it. his tongue licked in slow, languid strokes at first—teasing, tasting—but it didn’t stay gentle for long. once he felt the way your body responded—your thighs twitching, your back arching, your breath stuttering—he locked you in place with his grip and started working you harder. his tongue dipped into your entrance, lapping up everything you gave him, then dragged upward to circle your clit, over and over, never letting up. the sounds he made were sinful—little groans and hums that vibrated through your core, filling the air with need, like your taste alone was enough to drive him wild.

behind you, jungwon remained anchored against your back, his body firm and steady, chest rising and falling in slow control. he held you like you were something precious—his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, his other hand working low between your legs, fingers slipping into the space niki’s tongue wasn’t already filling. he rubbed tight, perfect circles against your clit, syncing with the rhythm of niki’s mouth so precisely it made your head spin. you couldn’t tell which sensation belonged to who anymore—all you could do was feel, and feel, and feel, as their attention consumed every part of you.

your moans were constant now, falling from your lips in broken cries, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. your hips moved on their own, rolling forward into niki’s mouth and back into jungwon’s fingers like you were caught in a tide, a current you couldn’t fight. your fingers dug into jungwon’s forearm, clutching desperately, and he didn’t flinch—he only tightened his hold around your waist, pressing you harder against him like he wanted to merge your bodies together.

“breathe, baby,” he whispered into your ear, his voice low and velvet-smooth. “just breathe. let it happen.”

you nodded, or tried to, but you weren’t sure if your body even listened anymore. all you could do was take it—all their praise, their touch, their worship—and hope it didn’t destroy you completely.

niki looked up through his lashes, his lips slick, his mouth still busy as he moaned softly against you. the vibrations shot through your core like lightning. “you’re doing so fucking good,” he murmured, voice thick and wrecked. “you’re so wet… so perfect for us.”

the pressure was unbearable now. every roll of jungwon’s fingers sent sparks shooting up your spine. every stroke of niki’s tongue made your legs tremble harder. you felt it building, rising fast, too fast—the heat coiling in your belly, winding tight, threatening to snap.

“don’t hold back,” jungwon said, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear. “we want to hear you. let go, baby.”

“come for us,” niki breathed against you, kissing your inner thigh between strokes. “right here. right now. show us how beautiful you are when you fall apart.”

and just like that—your body broke.

the orgasm ripped through you like a wave crashing into the shore, sudden and overwhelming. your entire body clenched, muscles tightening as the release surged through your core, your limbs, your throat. you cried out, a raw, open sound that echoed around the studio, your knees buckling as your hips jerked forward. jungwon held you firmly against his chest, anchoring you through the storm, whispering soft praise as your body trembled violently.

niki didn’t stop—his tongue slowed, gentler now, coaxing every last ripple from your shaking body. his lips pressed tender kisses against your sensitive clit, his hands still holding your thighs apart even as they quivered under his grip.

you couldn’t speak. couldn’t move. your chest heaved with each shallow breath, your head falling back against jungwon’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as the aftershocks rolled through you like aftertremors. you were completely undone—skin flushed, legs weak, breath stolen—and still, they held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

jungwon’s hand slid slowly up your body, fingers brushing along your ribcage, then cupping your cheek as he turned your face toward his.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. “so fucking perfect for us.”

niki looked up from between your thighs, lips kiss-swollen and wet, his expression soft but starved.

“you’re not done yet, baby,” he said, voice full of heat and promise as he rose slowly from his knees, pressing a kiss to your stomach. “we’re just getting started.”

natty's notes.ᐟ hoped you guys liked it !

[yuons]

SOBRIETY .. lhs

𝖦𝖭𝒪𝖬𝖨𝖢──── it proves to be easy to fluster your best friend

【 𝗢𝗥𝗕𝗜𝗧 】 lee heeseung x f!r ╱ 3OO+ o — fluff cau ! tion。 profanity flustered downbad heeseung

𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗶 : i’m going to taiwan next week :0

RBLOGS◜◡◝FDBCKS

lee heeseung is fucked.

he’s so tremendously done for. it wasn’t by his intention. god forbid, if he could ever rewind the time by 15 minutes he’d beg any force of the universe to lay down some pity on him.

but by the time he opens his eyes, you’re still there. still right in front of him with that stupid pretty smile of yours which takes up his thoughts in the mornings and even annoyingly more at nights.

“so? you’d do it won’t you?” you grin. watching your best friend’s stoic expression mull over to one of hesitance was all you need before you break out into the biggest smile of the century— or what seems like a century to heeseung.

heeseung fumbles for a good enough excuse he could conjure up, ”i’m not so sure i can, it might overlap with—“

“it’s on a friday night, heeseung. you don’t do anything on friday nights except bury yourself in your gaming chair” you sigh, your bottom lip jutting out. his eyes flicker there, just a moment longer than what’s necessarily ‘just friends’.

you look up at him, eyes roving over his fidgety hands and his gaze that just would never settle on yours. you sigh, he snaps his gaze back to you when he feels a warm hand on his neck.

“please?” heeseung’s breath hitch. you’re so evil. so, so evil for giving him that pout and even more for those eyes. “it’s just a one time thing”

heeseung breathes out, “fine”

how quickly your expression switches to a beaming light almost felt comical. he would laugh if it weren’t for the quick beat of his heart and the heat rushing to his cheeks that makes him want to die on the spot.

you tug him by his neck and place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.“you’re the best! love you, seungie” all heeseung can see is the smile you shoot him before running back to your friends.

he promises himself it’s all casual. that you do favors for him too, that whatever is between you two is a stage of friendship. but even he knows it's a weak excuse.

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[rikiluvrr]

— 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐

☆ nishimura riki x afab!reader

☆ wc: 1.1k

☆ warnings: SMUT(MDNI), cockwarming, teasing, making out, riding.

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THIS was not what you expected when riki asked you to come over to hangout. you expected cuddling, good food, a movie and maybe some sex. still, things were not as you thought they would be because your loving boyfriend had been playing video games ever since you set foot into his room. “riikiiii are you done yet?” you whined, kicking your feet up in the air, tired of waiting for him “one more round baby” he mumbled, his fingers still working the controller with immense speed, you couldn’t help but think about how he’d split you open with those same fingers. 

your gaze lingered a little longer, watching him trash-talk into his mic which was an oddly hot sight but god his features. your eyes traced his sharp nose, jawline, plump lips and how his adam’s apple bobbed every time he spoke up. you trailed your eyes further down, his tank top which stuck to his lean figure, the blue-light illuminating his biceps, he’d been working out more for sure, and what had you spiraling the most was the sight of the imprint of his cock, prominent through his grey sweats and that was enough of a reason to have you rubbing your thighs together. 

you silently got up and walked up to riki, careful not to trip over the various chords on the floor as you approached his gaming desk. you threw a leg over his hip and settled onto his lap, nuzzling your head into his neck and peppering kisses to his neck, making him chuckle “slow down baby” he said gently, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you against him, thinking it was just an innocent moment but quickly realized it was much more when you rolled your hips against him making him hiss. you looked up at him with glossed over eyes, lips parted “fuck baby… not right now just one more round” you huffed but complied anyway. 

—

that one round become two more and now you’d reached your limit. so you took matters into your own hands. you slid off his lap before bending down infront of him and palming his cock, making riki tense up. he covered his mic with one hand and peered down at you “what do you think youre doing?” “shhh…” you shushed him, palming and squeezing him a few more times, making him throw his head back in pleasure, and just as expected his cock started hardening, pressing against his sweats. 

you grinned before jerking his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles, making his erect cock spring up, hitting his abdomen, earning a quiet groan from him. every single action of yours made riki spiral. he could barely focus on his game, his friends yelling at him for slacking off was nothing but a buzz in his ears. you shimmied out of your shorts and pumped his cock and braced yourself by holding onto his shoulders before slowly sinking down on him,  making riki clench his jaw as his hold on the controller tightened.

you wanted to see how long it would take before he’d crack and give in so instead of moving, you wrapped your hands around his waist and nuzzled into him. riki could barely focus on his game, he felt the way his cock pulsed inside of you, the way you momentarily clenched around him making him twitch. fuck. “mm… keep playing baby” you teased, knowing he’s barely holding himself back.  

riki’s breath comes out ragged as you subtly ground against him at a slow, teasing pace before giggling.”yo, riki, are you good?” one of his friends asked, making riki glare at you while you looked up at him with a smirk. yeah, all good. let's just start the next round.” he shifted his eyes to the screen, his jaw tight with constraint, making you bite back a laugh at his struggle.

riki was distracted, that was obvious, but clearly not stopping and you couldn't wait any longer, your neediness taking up your mind so you did what you had to do. you started moving your hips slowly, letting out a quiet moan at the full feeling. riki jerked slightly, pushing deeper into you, making you bite his shoulder to muffle your moan. his grip on the controller tightened as he tried to focus on the game ahead. throughout the match, riki made a half-hearted attempt to play, his mind was wandering and his restraint slipping by the minute and the moment he lost the match, he yanked his headphones off and tossed his controller aside before running a hand through his hair and letting out a troubled sigh while you watched in amusement, waiting for his next actions. 

riki held onto your hips tightly, thrusting into you, making you both moan loudly. you gripped his shoulders and sped up the pace while riki left hot-wet kisses on your neck, sinking his teeth onto a spot he know would have you spiraling. you whimpered as you slid up and down his cock, wet slick making it easier to glide. you were getting close and riki could tell from the way your movements were getting sloppier and so thrusted up into you, wiping you out of your trance and making you moan loudly “yeah baby… let me hear you” he whispered, holding onto your waist as he thrusted into you at a rhythmic pace and soon enough you fell apart as you came all over his cock, making you moan. riki clenched his teeth as he thrusted into you a couple more times, but a little more rapidly as to chase his high as he shot thick ropes of cum deep into your walls to the point where you could feel him filling you up. 

riki looked down at where the two of you were connected and watched as your cum mixed with his dripped down his cock “fuck…” he groaned. 

the room was filled with the faint hum of the game menu’s music but the only sound that mattered was the quiet, uneven breaths and the slow rise and fall of your chests. you draped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder, shuddering from the aftershock “you really couldn’t wait hm” he teased, tapping his fingers on your waist, you smiled into his shoulder nuzzling further “i thought you might end up getting sucked into the screen at some point. couldn’t have that happening to my boyfriend hm?” you teased making him scoff  “so.. will you let me finish my game now?” “mmm… i don’t know i kinda like having all your attention” you whispered, hugging him tighter. he placed a chaste kiss to your hair “you’ll always have my attention baby” he mumbled, caressing your waist soothingly.

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02. HE’S BACK

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synopsis - after ending a seven-year relationship when your boyfriend cheats on you with your friend, what better way to show you’ve moved on than by ‘dating’ the one guy he was always worried about?

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[juyeoz]

U + M3 = LOV3 — NISHIMURA RIKI

010┆ a wild ride (0.5k words)

“Thank you.” Riki says to one of his fellow colleagues while grabbing the tray of drinks and pastries and makes his way back to the table Jungwon and Sunoo sat at. 

Once he arrives, he places the tray down in the middle and takes a seat beside Jungwon. Their belongings, which consists of notebooks, pencil cases, and sheets of paper are scattered on the table.

Jungwon reaches for his milkshake with his highlighter in his other hand as Sunoo grabs one of the chocolate chip cookies on the platter.

“I don’t think I’ll ever not want a chocolate chip cookie from here.” Says Sunoo with a hand over his mouth as he chews.

Riki laughs at his words, taking them as a compliment. It’s true though, their cookies are the best. The first time he tried one, he was in love. Ever since then, after his shifts, he orders a chocolate chip cookie to eat on his way home. 

“Same goes for their milkshakes.” Jungwon chimes in and takes a sip of his go-to strawberry flavoured milkshake. Due to the many times he’s ordered one, the workers (including Riki) know exactly how Jungwon wants them. 

Cold and sweeter than usual.

“Enough of that, let’s get back to work.” Riki says with a smile still on his lips. His calculus notes are laying in front of him while Jungwon works on his chemistry and Sunoo works on his biology.

A comforting silence falls between the trio as they focus on retaining their notes. They proceed to help each other here and there (more so Jungwon assisting the two whenever it is needed), highlighting key concepts that appear on their notes.

“Remember this. I heard it’s important for the 4U biology exams.” 

Sunoo nods along to Jungwon’s words and highlights the exact point. Jungwon’s phone chimes, gaining his attention. He places his pen down and grabs his phone to be met with a notification from his girlfriend. 

A cheeky grin is brought onto his face from the sight as a giggle escapes his lips. Riki looks over with a disgusted look, putting two and two together. 

Corny lovebirds. 

“What did she send you now?” Sunoo asks in a teasing tone while flipping back and forth with his notes. 

“Just talking about her day,” Jungwon answers while typing up a response for her spiel. Riki looks away from the boy who is now in his own world and works on his own notes while taking a bite of one of the chocolate chip cookies.

“‘Ki,” calls Sunoo. Riki hums in response, not looking up from his notes.

“Any ideas?” 

“For what?” Riki looks up confused by Sunoo’s sudden ominous question.

“Getting revenge on the arts council. Have you guys thought of anything new since our last conversation about this?” Sunoo adds on to his previous question.

Riki shakes his head.

“I thought you didn’t want to be involved though.” Riki says.

“Right, I don’t know why I even asked... Maybe to distract us from Jungwon’s cheeky laughs.” Sunoo says while shaking his head and sending the boy a look.

However, Sunoo’s question never left Riki’s mind. Instead, it left him thinking. What will their next attack be?

Since the council is busy studying for exams, there isn’t any time to plot against the arts council. Despite that, once the second semester begins, they are in for a wild ride.

At least, that’s what Riki believes.

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[venusentranced]

i've had HORRIBLE niki brainrot the past two weeks hes just so charming and endearing i just need to hold his hand and stroke his hair and let him fall asleep on my chest like he's soso cute he's like a little cat i love niki 😞❤️

‧₊˚ ┊niki my baby… it’s 11pm and i have work in the morning but i had to write something for this real quick, i will write a longer version if you’d like ♡

niki loves quality time, he loves to be around you whenever he can, but more than that niki loves physical touch, he loves feeling as close to you as humanly possible. nonchalance is dead the moment you enter the equation, some may even think he’s clingy but it doesn’t matter what others think—he’s your baby. he loves when you sit with him while he plays video games, when you hold his hand or big spoon him while watching a movie, he loves to feel safe with you. whether it’s midday and he’s tired or it’s midnight and time for bed, he wants to be in your arms. your hand combing through his hair, gently scratching his scalp, while the other has your fingers lazily interlocked with his. niki’s head rests on your chest, sporadic mumbled comments leave his lips. ‘i love you’ and ‘i’m so tired’ were the most common, but his voice has since died out replaced by the hushed sound of his breathing and the occasional soft snore. he dozes off so easily when you hold him like this, his worries and stress wash away like a sand in high tide. sometimes you hum a song to him when he’s really tired but can’t fall asleep, the rhythmic vibration in your chest mixed with the soft constant sound from your throat soothes him right to sleep. a gentle giant despite his mischievous and teasing nature. what a sweet, sweet boy niki is.

[amoressb]

───── TOO LATE 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ you thought you and him were meant to be, but he chose someone else…until he realized his mistake too late ｡｡ bsf!riki x reader .

ANGST? TO FLUFF & wc. 1300 + / kissing, skinship ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

make sure to read part 1 !!

days pass, then weeks. you avoid him, not out of bitterness, but out of self preservation. because being near him, seeing him with sohee, feels like ripping open a wound you’ve barely managed to stitch shut.

and riki?

at first, he let you slip away without a fight. but lately, he’s been reaching out more. texts you don’t answer. calls you let ring. moments where he hovers near you in the hallways, eyes pleading for something you’re too exhausted to give.

but he never says it. never outright asks for you back. never tells you he’s sorry. so, you keep your distance.

until one evening, you’re walking home in silence except for the sound of your own footsteps and the wind is sharp against your cheeks. you tug your jacket tighter around yourself but nothing compares to the hollow ache in your chest. that is until you hear hurried footsteps behind you. a voice calling your name.

“wait,” he calls, breathless. “please, just—just wait.”

you close your eyes. you know that voice. but you keep walking.

“please,” he breathes, and this time, there’s something different in his tone. desperation. regret. and against your better judgment, you slow down.

he jogs to catch up, slightly breathless, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. “can we talk?” he asks, his voice softer now.

you stare ahead, refusing to meet his gaze. “what’s there to talk about, riki?” he swallows, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “us.”

that word makes your breath hitch.

“there is no us,” you whisper. “not anymore.”

rikis expression twists, his brows furrowing as if the thought alone is unbearable. “that’s not true,” he argues, voice shaking.

you let out a humorless laugh. “really? because it sure felt true when you let me go without a second thought.”

he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, “i didn’t mean to—”

you whip your head toward him, your emotions finally spilling over. “but you did, riki! you did.” your voice wavers, but you push through. “you were my best friend and then one day, you just… stopped looking for me. like i never mattered to you.”

riki flinches, guilt flickering across his face. he looks down, his hands clenching into fists before he releases them with a shaky breath. “i didn’t stop looking for you.” his voice is hoarse, “i just—i didn’t realize i was losing you.”

you shake your head, blinking back the sting in your eyes. “that’s the worst part, riki. you never knew. you never even noticed me slipping away.”

the silence between you is deafening.

his fingers twitching at his sides like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t know if he’s allowed to. “i was an idiot,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “i thought i was just missing my best friend, but—” he swallows hard, his hands clenching at his sides. “it wasn’t just that. it was never just that.”

riki steps closer, his voice thick with emotion. “i looked for you first in every room. i always wanted to be near you. every sign, every moment, every ittle thing you thought you imagined? it was real.” his eyes are pleading now, dark and full of something you don’t want to name. “i was just too stupid to realize it.”

your heart clenches painfully, but you force yourself to stay firm. “then why did you choose her?”

riki squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head. “because i thought what i felt for you was normal. that it was just how best friends are supposed to feel about each other.” he looks at you then, really looks at you, and there’s something so vulnerable in his expression that it makes your chest ache. “i didn’t know how much i loved you until you were gone. i was scared.”

you freeze. “scared?”

his gaze meets yours again, raw and filled with something you’ve never seen before. “scared of ruining what we had. scared that if i admitted how i felt, you wouldn’t feel the same way.” his voice breaks slightly. “so i convinced myself that what i felt for you was normal. that best friends are supposed to look at each other the way i looked at you.”

“she was…easy.” his voice is laced with regret. “i liked her, but i didn’t love her. i think i was trying to distract myself from the fact that i already loved someone else.”

the words hit you like a tidal wave, knocking the air from your lungs.

loved.

not liked. not crushed on.

loved.

riki exhales shakily, his fingers brushing against yours, hesitant—like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. “i don’t want to lose you,” he confesses, his voice trembling.

you squeeze your eyes shut. “you already did.”

“no,” he whispers. “i didn’t. because you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t still love me, too.” your heart lurches.

riki has never been the type to be this direct, this raw. but here he is baring everything, no longer hiding behind jokes or obliviousness.

you stare at his hand, barely touching yours. you could still walk away. could still pretend none of this ever happened.

but then you remember all the times he reached for you without thinking. the way he always made sure you were warm, even if it meant freezing himself. the way he looked at you before he even realized what it meant. the way his hands shake slightly. the way his eyes beg for another chance.

the riki in front of you is not the same riki who let you go without a fight, but…

you swallow hard. “you hurt me, riki.” his expression shatters, “i know.”

“you made me feel like i was nothing to you,” you continue, voice unsteady. “like i was just a backup plan.”

his hands clench at his sides, his eyes glassy, “you were never a backup plan. you were always my first choice. i was just too stupid to realize it.”

you want to be angry. you want to push him away, to tell him that he’s too late.

but when you look at him—when you see the desperation in his eyes, the way his breath trembles in the cold air—you realize something.

you still love him. you always have.

your fingers twitch at your sides before you reach for his hand. his breath catches when you intertwine your fingers with his, like he wasn’t expecting you to touch him at all. his grip tightens instantly, holding onto you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“i hate you for making me wait,” you murmur. “i hate myself for making you wait,” he whispers back.

you stare at each other for a long moment, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on you. and suddenly, all the pain, all the waiting, all the heartbreak—it all feels worth it.

so, this time, you do what you should’ve done all those years ago…you take his hand.

riki inhales sharply, like he can’t believe it, his grip tightening around yours. his eyes search yours, hesitation flickering across his face. “can i—”

you don’t let him finish. instead, you tilt your head up, closing the distance between you.

the moment your lips touch, everything else fades.

his lips are soft, hesitant at first, but when you don’t pull away, he deepens the kiss, pouring every unsaid word, every regret, every lingering feeling into it.

his hands move to your waist, pulling you closer, like he’s afraid to let go…and maybe he is.

when you finally break apart, you’re both breathless. his forehead rests against yours, his hands still gripping your waist like you might disappear if he lets go.

“i love you,” he murmurs, his voice shaking. “i should’ve said it sooner.”

you let out a shaky laugh. “yeah, you should have.”

he smiles, just slightly, his fingers brushing against yours again. “let me make it up to you.”

you exhale, still feeling the ghost of his lips on yours. “you better.”

his grin widens, and for the first time in months, the ache in your chest disappears.

because this time, he isn’t letting you go.

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[emisluvr]

college crush!niki thoughts

西村力 as your college crush ⊹ ࣪ ˖ wc. 615 ୨ৎ soft thoughts ✧ w. fluff, mild suggestive themes, teasing, kissing, college au ── ty for 200+ followers! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

thinking about college crush!niki who pulls you onto his lap without a second thought at a crowded party, acting like it’s the most normal thing in the world. "nowhere else to sit," he murmurs, stating the obvious. his voice is low against your ear — but the warmth of his hands gripping your waist says otherwise.

he tries to play it cool, laughing along with the others, but the way his fingers trace absentminded circles on your thigh tells a different story.

as the music gets louder, he leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “comfy?” he teases, his voice smooth and teasing, but it’s impossible to hold eye contact for much longer. not when those eyes of his say they want to take you to an empty room and continue what you’ve started there.

thinking about college crush!niki who always chooses the seat next to you in lectures, even when the entire row is empty. he leans in way too close when he whispers dumb jokes about the professor, his warm breath fanning against your ear. it’s impossible to focus when he smells like something so undeniably him.

he stretches his arms behind his head, flexing just enough to make sure you get a glimpse of his toned, veiny forearms. and when your eyes flicker to his arms, he smirks like he caught you, his lips curling in that signature mischievous way.

thinking about college crush!niki who has this habit of licking his lips before he speaks, like he’s carefully choosing his words — but it only makes it harder to focus when his tongue flicks over the soft curve of his bottom lip. you swear he does it on purpose, especially when he catches you staring.

you find yourself staring at his lips for a little too long, imagining how perfect his soft and plump lips would feel on yours, or maybe your jaw, or your neck, or— “something on your mind, pretty?” he asks, voice laced with a teasing smirk, interrupting your thoughts — but he already knows exactly what’s on your mind.

thinking about college crush!niki who casually types away on his laptop in the middle of class, but the way his fingers flex and stretch as he taps the keys has your thoughts spiraling. they’re long, slim, and you can’t help but picture how they’d feel running through your hair, down your back, grabbing your neck...

he notices you staring and taps his fingers along the edge of his desk, the rhythm slow and deliberate. it’s almost like he’s making a point of showing off, like he wants you to notice. and you do. you definitely do.

thinking about college crush!niki who presses up behind you in the crowded hallway, his hip brushing against your ass as he pretends to squeeze by. you can feel the heat radiating from him, his body just barely touching yours, but it’s enough to make your heart race.

when he steps away, you feel his hands hover just at your waist, the lightest brush of his fingers sending a jolt through you. but when you glance over your shoulder, there’s that cocky grin on his face, and you know exactly what he’s doing.

thinking about college crush!niki who finally makes the move to lean in and kiss you, after months of playful teasing and an obvious tension between the two of you. his lips brush against yours, capturing you in a soft but long-awaited kiss.

he lifts you up and sets you on the table behind you, hugging you closer to his body so you know you can’t escape him — and you don’t want to.

lucky for you, you won your college crush’s heart.

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[ikeupied]

maybe I'm just holding on to a ghost

SYNOPSIS: Y/n and Riki were inseparable. The kind of friendship everyone envied, the kind that felt unbreakable. But somewhere along the way, something shattered. Now, every word they exchange is a fight, every glance a silent war. Neither of them wants to admit how much it hurts. Neither of them wants to be the first to let go of the anger. But how long can you hate someone who once meant everything to you? Because the line between love and hate has never been thinner.

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엔하이픈 ꕥ MAKNAE LINE • wrong member

SYNOPSIS ೃ⁀➷ in which you sent a text to them thinking you were messaging another member

CONTENT WARNING ೃ⁀➷ suggestive themes, fem reader x enha maknae line

requested by anon

A/N sorry this took so long anon, but i got it done the moment i had free time (my 45 minutes study hall)

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[raven-unkind]

hii, congrats on the 200 followers ❤️ i really like how you write niki for your smau so i was wondering if i could get prompt 1 with him? maybe loser riki who's down bad for reader? 🤭

˚₊‧⁺⋆❤︎ annoying ft. riki nishimura

riki nishimura x fem!reader

wc. 1419 words

200 followers event: “You pierced my ears. That’s like, automatic couple material.”

tw. highschool!au, fluff and crack, inspired by my own high school (gotta love em american highschools 😭), the main situation is loosely inspired by smt that happened to me and my friend (yes we helped some guy in our school pierce his ears. pls dont do that). Saw this prompt on pinterest and I just HAD to add it to my event. 

a/n. This is so long, I couldn't bring myself to stop yapping 😭 anyways I’d like to thank everyone that sent in their requests for the event & those who are supporting me!

If someone told you that helping someone would have resulted in being followed around by your school’s resident bad boy you would have laughed. Since freshman year, Riki Nishimura, had seemingly been doing everything to build himself the reputation of a delinquent. Getting into fights, skipping classes, never wearing his uniform correctly, and somehow always being late as if he didn't live 10 minutes away from school. 

…

It was 4th period – physics class. Now not only did you hate the teacher – Mrs. Makenzie – but you also had absolutely no idea what the hell was even going on in this class. So the best solution? Skipping in the bathroom. Not very exciting but still, it's better than sitting through a 1 hour lecture about thermodynamics, slowly feeling your brain melting away. So you found yourself in the girls bathroom, hidden away in a stall, scrolling on your phone. That’s when you heard it. A string of curses from the boys bathroom. Something you never understood about your highschool was the weird design of the bathrooms. The boys’ and girls’ bathrooms weren’t exactly private. The wall on which the sinks and mirrors are were shared, and said wall doesn't go all the way up to the ceiling; instead, there is a gap at the top, roughly 60 cm wide. That made it impossible to avoid overhearing everything happening in the other bathroom. You could hear conversations, the echo of footsteps, and even the sound of sinks running, as if the space between the two was just one continuous room. It was always a bit awkward, especially if you heard something you weren’t supposed to, like this time. 

“Come on hyung? Please.” The first voice said. “Absolutely not- Thats unsanitary and I don't wanna be responsible if it gets infected- I’m out.” Another one said. You narrow your brows, unable to fathom what in the world these 2 guys could be doing in the bathroom. You shake your head, deciding it might be best to ignore whatever that was. You heard footsteps leaving the bathroom and assume they’re both gone. That's until about 5 minutes later when something falls on the ground, and again, a string of curses. “Fucking- I cant fucking do this.” That makes you raise your head from your phone, that noisy part of you interested. There’s a beat of silence and you can't help but let curiosity get the best of you. “You okay?” You ask, hoping you were loud enough for him to hear.  

“Uh yeah.” Their voice was quick, almost stammering. Flustered is exactly how you’d describe it. Cute, you think. He clears his throat. “Hey uh… any chance you’d be down to help me pierce my ears?” You blink, phone completely forgotten in your left hand. “...Like now?” “Yeah.” You pause, thinking. That explained why the other boy you heard earlier so adamantly refused to help him. School bathrooms aren't really known to be sterile. You couldn't help but feel bad for however was on the other side; so you asked a little hesitant. “Do you have a piercing gun? Or are you like… free handing it with a needle or something?” “Nah- I bought a gun on amazon.” he answers with a chuckle. You nod, even though he can't see you. “Okay sure. I’ll help.” you get up and open the stall. You only accepted for 1 reason. He has a cute voice and he sounds a little shy. Giselle would most definitely laugh at you if you told her that but still, you couldn't help yourself. So imagine your surprise when you peek in the boys bathroom only to find no other than Riki Nishimura, leaning on the bathroom counter, dark cyan piercing gun in hand. 

You stop in your tracks and Riki turns his head towards you. He gives you a lazy smirk, one you’ve seen many times before in the 3 years you’ve been stuck in the same classes as him. “Hey-.... Y/n.” “Uh hi….” The shyness of the voice you heard seconds prior to entering the bathroom is gone, if anything, he sounds pleasantly surprised that you’re there. You shake your head and step into the bathroom, extending a hand towards him. He hands you the gun. “So what ear do you wanna do?” “Both.” He says cockily, eyes not leaving your form. You nod, gesturing for him to get to your height.

The whole ordeal happens pretty fast, without anything going wrong. Tak, tak and done. Both his ear lobe red but you can't lie, the earrings did look good on him, great even. After that, he had given you an intense look, like it was his first time really seeing you and you had excused yourself, eager to escape whatever that look meant, which brings you to your current predicament. 

Riki started following you around, almost like a puppy following its owner. He would appear at the most random places, bring you food and worst of all, flirt with you in the most random moment with the most ridiculous pick up lines you ever had the misfortune to hear. To make matters worse, it seemed the entire school had taken notice of the situation, people going as far as betting on their main story how long it would take for you to accept Riki's advances. 

“I'm never being nice again.” You mutter under your breath. You were trying to enjoy your lunch – keyword is trying – when Riki sat next to you, turning so his body faces yours, a smile on his face. “How are you doing, pretty girl?” You look at him with a deadpan expression and he smirks, clearly not affected. “I changed them look.” He says, bringing your attention to his ear lobes. He switched the silver studs for small silver hoops, one of them with a cross dangling from it. And yeah, shocker – well not really – but it did look great. You give him a blank look and he pouts. Riki fucking Nishimura who claims to be nonchalant and does everything in is power to be cool fucking pouts at you. “Ignored by my own girlfriend.” He whines and you roll your eyes, exasperated by the childish behavior and weird infatuation he seemed to have developed for you in the past month or so. 

“Riki, I'm not your girlfriend.” You deadpan, playing around with your food. “Why not?” You blink at him, finally giving him your full attention. Is he being for real??? “What in the world gave you that idea, you didn't even-” “You pierced my ears. That’s like, automatic couple material.” You can do nothing but gape at him. “THAT'S your reason???? He shrugs. “You held my hand through it. Pretty romantic if you ask me.” You sigh deeply. “Riki. Just because I held your hand doesn't make me your girlfriend. It's not like you asked or something-”  

“Okay- Can I be your boyfriend then?”... “What? NO- I barely know you.” “How about a date then? If you don't like it, I'll leave you alone.” He counters.  You can do nothing but stare, lips parted in surprise. He continues to stare at you, waiting for an answer. Oh. Oh he’s being completely serious. The seriousness of the situation finally dawns on you, the possibility of Riki having genuine feelings for you sounding more and more plausible. Riki fiddles with his left earring under your gaze, awkwardly waiting for you to either accept his proposal or reject him. 

“... Okay.” His eyes snap to yours, full of hope and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Wait really?” You nod, trying your best to look exasperated. Riki is beaming, like a kid who’s been told christmas is coming early this year. “I promise you won't regret it” “I like tulips. Pink or yellow.” He nods. “Tulips. Pink or yellow. Noted. Anything else princess?” You shake your head both at his question and the pet name, but you can't stop the smile forming on your lips. “I’ll text you the details.” He says, getting up.  You narrow your eyes. “Where are you going Riki? Lunch ends in 15 minutes” “I'm going to buy you flowers? I’m taking you out after school.” You let out a soft laugh at the answer. You get up and press a kiss to his left cheek. “I'll be waiting at the gates, don't be late.” He gives you a lovesick look that makes you feel bad for unknowingly torturing the boy for an entire month. “I won't.”

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