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enhani-ki · 4 months ago

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my biggest opp - reader x ni-ki

warnings : smut, nsfw, cursing, etc.

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"suck my dick." "eat my ass."

you and ni-ki exchanged filthy words to each other at the same time, your voices were sharp and loud enough to turn your other coworkers heads. and even though they had long grown accustomed to your rivalry, they always still look at the two of you in shock.

it's like the office practically lived in fear whenever the two of you were around,

and it got to a point where the HR was already forced to intervene.

you both found yourselves sitting across from a visibly exhausted HR rep after a particularly heated argument during a department-wide meeting.

"l/n, nishimura... this is really out of control." they said while rubbing their temples. "you're sabotaging projects, disrupting meetings, and making the workplace hostile."

"tell her that. she started it." ni-ki pointed out.

you rolled your eyes.

"effective immediately, you're being reassigned to different departments."

and it should've ended there but somehow, despite being on separate teams, you both still found ways to make each other's lives miserable. you found loopholes and more ways to sabotage each other without making it obvious.

ni-ki took every ounce of restraint not to strangle you, and you might've run him over in the parking lot already if it weren't for security cameras around the building.

that late night, the office was already empty. you thought everyone had clocked out except for you.

you were also ready to leave, your bag is already over your shoulder but something was missing.

the important file, you knew you had just printed it.

"looking for this?"

it was the first time you saw ni-ki again. he's standing across the room, holding the folder between his fingers with a serious expression.

your stomach dropped. no fucking way.

"you're so fucking dead," he shook his head. "say goodbye to your career."

"gi-give me that!"

he held it high, stepping back when you tried to take it.

you almost had it but he made it more out of reach.

the folder has the confidential criteria of the next manager promotion, he knew you're a bad person but he didn't know that you'll just fucking cheat.

"yes, i'll give this back," he scoffed and nodded. "right to our manager."

your desperation turned to rage, that paper would literally ruin you. your eyes landed on a thick book sitting on a nearby desk, and you could've just explained and asked nicely to give it back but hell no, so you grabbed the hard thick book and threatened to swing.

ni-ki panicked, he looked around for a weapon of his own and in a split-second decision, he grabbed a cup off the desk and threw it at you...

very cold water splashed all over you and your clothes.

your jaw dropped. "you-"

"i- i didn't-"

then your foot slipped on the wet floor, ni-ki reacted fast, catching your head before you could crash to the ground but the momentum sent him stumbling too.

you groaned, his hands braced against the floor to keep himself from completely crushing you and next thing you knew, you were on the floor, your back against the cold tiles, and ni-ki was right on top of you, with his face buried on your tits.

he slowly moved, his eyes locked onto the view in front of him... your soaked blouse sticking to your skin, making your black bra and cleavage very much visible.

ni-ki cleared his throat before turning his head away from you. he was about to grab the scattered papers but you were quicker, you grabbed onto his collar, pulling him before he could escape.

"let go!"

"not a chance."

he struggled, trying to push you off but you were holding onto him so hard that the buttons of his shirt ripped, exposing his toned chest and abs.

you smirked slightly when you noticed ni-ki stopped pushing you away and his breaths became heavier.

he's still a guy after all.

your fingers roamed around his exposed chest, teasing him just to test something, to see if you could turn the tables,

you could feel his muscles tensed under your touch and ni-ki closed his eyes when you leaned close to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

the sound your lips made as they parted was too sexy so he leaned in to kiss you just to hear it again.

the kiss deepened, it became hurried, hard, aggressive, and messy.

like all his hate had nowhere else to go except right here.

ni-ki groaned against your lips, hands gripping on your waist.

you fingers slid down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin more beneath the open shirt again and before you knew it, you were helping him remove his shirt off completely, tossing it aside like it meant nothing.

"this is unbelievable." he thought, while his fingers worked hastily, unbuttoning each one from your blouse with urgency, making your heart race even more.

"you're impatient." you whispered, breathless.

"just wanna get this over with." he said before his lips crashed into yours to shut your annoying voice.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he easily lifted you, his other hand sliding down your back to remove your bra.

ni-ki watched the way your boobs bounce and spread free right in front of his eyes.

he lay you down on a nearby couch, removing your skirt and stockings so he can have you naked completely.

you arched on his touch but ni-ki grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him with no effort.

and even though you won't openly admit or say it, you knew everyone found your coworker is attractive but damn, he's this big too?

so now it made it harder to stop all this and it's been so long too since you had sex, you already forgot how it felt.

you watched ni-ki slicked himself with his own spit, barely easing what was about to come because just as you suspected, the stretch really hurts.

maybe it just the tip but it was already too much. your nails dug into his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto.

ni-ki started moaning, his entire body tensing as he felt the way your walls squeezed around him. it's so tight, so impossibly hot too like you were already milking him for everything he had and his cock's not even fully inside yet.

"fuck," he groaned, "you're sucking me in."

yes, ni-ki hates you and even though he wanted you to suffer for everything you did to him, he would never be cruel when it came to sex. his own self-control was also hanging by a thread, yet he still moved carefully, pushing in slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of him.

your head tipped back, moaning too as you adjusted to his size, tightening more around him involuntarily.

ni-ki smiled, probably the first time he did. "there you go," he thought, watching your reaction as he rolled his hips up to meet yours, slow while keeping your legs in it's place.

you couldn't even think now already, the way he filled you up, the way his body pressed against yours, it was overwhelming. your nails raked down his back as he picked up the pace, going deeper, and deeper that you just might pass out.

and when the pain faded into pleasure, your body moved on its own, you rolled your hips until you found a good rhythm, lifting yourself slightly before sinking back down, to take his dick even deeper inside you.

ni-ki threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut as you rode him with no mercy, your warm, soaked walls dragging over his cock at a pace that was too much. it felt like he had no control anymore, he could barely think.

"y/n, slow down-" his voice broke, desperate and strained but you ignored him, rolling your hips even more fast because then maybe you'll get to see him snap.

his whole body was trembling beneath you, muscles tensed as his breath came out in sharp, ragged gasps. he already came once, and it had already been so deep inside you but you just wouldn't stop.

"you wanted to fuck me, right?" you taunted, your thighs were shaking from how much pleasure was coursing through your overstimulated body. "then just take it."

ni-ki buckled up into you too, he's so close again, teetering on the edge, but he refused to give in to your words.

"you- you're one to talk," he rasped, "when you're so fucking soaked."

and he was right, you could feel how drenched you were, could hear how messy and filthy it sounded every time your hips met his.

the pleasure became too much again, unbearable ache building deep inside you it felt like you're going to pee anytime soon, you pulled his hair for support as your rhythm started slowing down.

ni-ki noticed even through his dazed, wrecked state before smirking again. "gonna fall apart on me?"

his hands held your hips down, forcing his cock so deep inside you that your vision blurred, a sob tore from your throat as the pressure snapped, crashing through your body so intense that you couldn't even moan.

your lips parted, body trembling uncontrollably as you came hard on his lap.

you didn't know how but somehow now, he had you on your hands and knees, chest pressing against your back as he drove into you, relentless, unforgiving.

"n-no, fuck!" you sobbed, your arms nearly giving out as he buried himself inside you again and again, ni-ki's lips trailing over your shoulder, hot and ragged.

and your pussy clenched around him again, he started losing it.

his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling it to where your back can press against his chest, his other hand gripping on your throat.

he cupped your tits, you could feel his cock twitch inside you, the thrusts of his hips turned frantic as he chased his own release.

...now the office fell silent but the reality of what just happened started creeping in slowly between the two of you.

you reached for your discarded clothes, your limbs were feeling heavy as you clumsily pulled your skirt back on. ni-ki, still catching his breath, sat up to and started buttoning his ruined shirt though half the buttons were missing, making it completely useless.

then, he held something up between his fingers.

"can i keep these?"

your head turned towards him, eyes widening when you realized he was holding your panties.

you snatched it from his grip. "are you fucking sick in the head?" you hissed, slipping them back on as quickly as possible.

he just laughed and shook his head.

maybe he's sick, after all, he just slept with the worst person he ever knew.

next day you and ni-ki sat across from each other in the office, both unusually quiet. no bickering, no scheming, everything was just... gone.

your coworkers noticed but ignored it, just enjoying while it's happening.

ni-ki exchanged awkward glances with you before quickly looking away.

your lips were still tingling from last night. you swore that your body still felt him, and every time you move in your chair, the memories just keeps on flooding back to your head. "stop... please... oh, my god."

he wasn't doing any better too, he can't stop smiling and running a hand through his hair, his knee were bouncing under the desk every time his eyes landed on you.

then he caught you alone.

you were at the copy room, trying to focus on literally anything else when suddenly, you felt him.

ni-ki pressed up behind you, my dick misses you, is what he wanted to say. "what the fuck are you doing here?"

you blushed, your fingers were curling into the edge of the machine. "p- printing, what else?" you stuttered.

"y/n..." his hands found your waist, squeezing lightly. "you don't miss it?"

you swallowed hard before turning around to face him, "keep dreaming, psycho."

liar.

the asshole ni-ki you know would never say these things and if he did, the old you would've punch his mouth and punching it once once so you'd make sure it'll bleed.

so what happened?

"remember, i still got the files."

you hushed him, "give that shit back," you whispered.

he hummed, tilting his head. "it's at my house. you can come get it."

"just bring it here!"

"like i said," he dragged the word out, stepping closer, "come get it."

you still found yourself standing outside his apartment later that night even though knew it was probably a trap.

ni-ki opened the door, leaning against it with that same smug expression like he knew you'd be here... he's wearing nothing but a loose bathrobe.

you looked down. is he naked underneath? he's this pervert? then you quickly shook your head, forcing yourself to look back up. "where is it?"

he sighed, stepping aside to let you in. "hmm, i put it somewhere over there," he murmured.

you shoved him away before he could try anything, making him chuckle.

so you started searching, bending down to check under his sofa and through the mess on his coffee table.

ni-ki stood behind you, watching. no, he was checking you out.

his tongue slipped to wet his lips, looking at your ass and if he stared any longer, he knew his dick will get hard.

you stood and stomped your foot. "just give it back!"

ni-ki sighed and fixed his hair. "okay, fine!" he said, "i already shredded it. you don't have to worry."

"how do i know you're not lying?"

he didn't answer right away. instead, he leaned back against the armrest of the sofa, legs spreading slightly as he pulled you closer between them.

"because... you fucked me so good, i destroyed every single thing i have that could ruin you."

you swallowed hard, chest rising and falling hard as you look into his eyes then you looked down, and... oh.

his cock twitched beneath the thin fabric of his robe, already straining against it, making his arousal painfully obvious.

the air grew heavier as you both watched him get harder, completely shameless.

your lips parted slightly, heat creeping up your neck, but then you shot him a glare. "can you put some damn clothes on?"

ni-ki smirked, playing with the belt of his robe. "but you came all the way here…" he said. looking at you with his needy eyes.

he didn't finish his words, you just reached forward, curling your fingers around the soft fabric, and dragged it off his shoulders, inch by inch.

your eyes followed every reveal, his sharp collarbones, the defined lines of his shoulders, the smooth, lean muscle of his chest.

his eyes were locked onto your lips, red, and swollen from the night before. that's his doing and it looked so good.

his fingers traced along your jaw, his other hand gripping your waist as he captured your lips in a slow, deep kiss. his body was already hot beneath your touch, tense, waiting for you to take control and do him however you wanted.

you knelt between his spread legs, dragging your hand over his thighs, watching the way his muscles flexed under your touch.

you wrapped your fingers around his cock first, stroking him slow, letting your palm glide smoothly over him. his cock twitched in response with a shaky breath slipping past his lips.

you leaned in and pressed a slow, wet kiss to his tip. ni-ki's grip in your hair tightened but not pulling, just holding, like he needed something to ground him.

and when your lips wrapped around him, he lost all of his sense of control. you took him deeply that your cheeks were hollowing while letting your tongue glide over every inch of his dick.

you pushed even lower, forcing him down your throat, stretching yourself around him until your throat clenched, gagging as you choked when he hit the back of your mouth,

"more, more... more..." ni-ki bit his lip.

and you let yourself struggle, deep throathing his cock that spit started pooling at the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin, and all over your hands.

you heard him swore in Japanese under his breath so you can't help but chuckle, vibration sent another set of pleasure through him before you pulled away, letting his cock slip from your lips with a pop, thin strand of spit still connecting your mouth to his tip.

ni-ki's hips bucked, desperate for your mouth again but you just smirked, dragging your tongue along the side of his cock, slow and teasing, before wrapping your lips around him again... only to pull away the second he's about to cum.

"y/n- stop... that." he warned but you ignored it. instead, you just wrapped your hands around him, stroking him slow and lazy.

"you were close, right?"

"you think you're funny?" he panted.

you started sucking his dick passionately again, enough to make him think you were finally giving in but only to pull away again at the last second, lips barely brushing his tip, making him fucking ache.

his voice cracked, "you're so fucking evil-"

"you sound so desperate right now." you teased, dragging a single finger along his length, feeling how hot and hard he was in your grasp.

"you're not gonna make me cum?" ni-ki asked before pining your hands above your head, he had you completely spread out beneath him,

he's too far gone to even remember why he hated you in the first place.

and he went on you so hard that night, you couldn't even move the next day. you would fall the second you tried to stand, and the soreness between your thighs made you collapse back with a frustrated whimper.

a deep chuckle rumbled beside you, raspy from hours of groaning, moaning, and going crazy.

you glared at him weakly, when you tried again and failed, ni-ki carried you in his arms. you yelped, clinging to his shoulders as he carried you towards the bathroom.

he really did a number on you.

"think we can handle another round here?"

now he had your cheek pressed up against the cool, fogged-up glass of the shower. ni-ki's hands were everywhere, his large palms gripped the soft flesh of your tits, squeezing, pulling, and rolling your nipples between his finger, making your body arch back into him.

you just hoped that it wouldn't leave bruising prints on your skin.

you breathed hard, fogging up the mirror. ni-ki groaned against your shoulder, your fingers kept slipping against the tile for balance, wet slap echoing through the steam-filled bathroom.

"i could fuck you for days..." he declared, his teeth grazing your shoulder before he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His fingers dug into your hips, pressing you harder against the glass.

the water kept shifting from icy cold to blistering hot, and it's so hard to breath, like you were both drowning.

next morning, your body ached in ways you didn't think were possible, ni-ki groaned into the pillow beside you, his arm draped over your waist, refusing to move.

your phone buzzed on the nightstand, probably an alarm or a message about work. you glanced at the time, then at ni-ki, who peeked at you with a smile.

"we're not going in, are we?" he asked, still sleepy.

you sighed, already knowing the answer. "nope, i can't."

he grinned and rolled over, grabbing his phone to call in sick.

"i gotta go home."

he hummed, nuzzling against your neck. "mm. or you could just stay here with me."

his hand slid over your thigh.

"i'm so sleepy," you mumbled, voice muffled against the pillow.

ni-ki's fingers were already trailing down your side so you hissed.

"what?" he murmured against your shoulder, pressing a warm kiss there. "i'm just holding you."

"you're not."

sighed, eyes fluttering shut. "i need sleep."

...but he can fuck you back to sleep.

ni-ki hummed, pretending to think. he rolled on top of you, pinning you beneath his weight.

"just five minutes." he agreed, lips brushing your ear. "if not, i'm waking you up my way."

later, just as you were drifting into actual sleep, something heavy landed on the bed, startling you both awake.

your eyes snapped open, only to be met with a pair of little eyes glaring at you.

a dog.

a small, fluffy thing that was currently growling at you like you had personally offended it.

"what the?" he muttered, scrambling back. "oh, bisco..."

"your dog?"

"that's my child."

you blinked at him. "i didn't know you we-"

"yes," he replied, reaching to ruffle the dog's fur. "i'm a single father."

you squinted at him, then at the dog, who was still very much growling at you.

"oh, come on," you huffed, sitting up. "what's your problem?"

the dog barked in response, stepping protectively over ni-ki's chest. "bisco thought you were hurting me last night."

"excuse me?"

the dog growled again, and you shot ni-ki a glare. "are you gonna stop it?"

ni-ki reached out and pulled you against him, ignoring the dog's outrage.

"bisco," he called out, "you'll get used to her."

bisco did not look convinced. "i think it can sense your evil attitude," he teased, rubbing the dog's ears.

ni-ki looked completely at ease... messy hair, lips still a little swollen from earlier, and worst of all, smiling.

like actually smiling.

you swallowed hard, your face heating up.

was this really the same guy who had spent months making your life a living hell? the same guy who stole your reports, sabotaged your presentations, and threw every possible insult your way?

the same guy you swore you'd never tolerate, let alone you expect to wake up next to?

it really doesn't feel real.

you sat there feeling like your whole world just tilted sideways and yet, here he was, laughing softly as bisco licked his face, as if he wasn't the biggest opp you have.

ni-ki looked at you, "what?"

you scoffed, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over your head. "nothing..."

ni-ki only chuckled, moving closer, "tsk, don't tell me..."

and you kicked him under the blanket, smiling like an idiot.

a/n: i need to write smut better omfg, thank you @greenparties for this request. and if you're a MOA and BEOMGYU is your bias here's another coworker/enemies to lovers fic of mine: coworker || c. beomgyu x reader

masterlist: マスターリストm.list || my biggest opp part ii

taglist 𖤘: @dolliewon @ziiao

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amoressb · 3 months ago

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───── GIRLY GIRL 西村力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ who would’ve thought riki would date the exact polar opposite of himself ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1600 / kissing , skinship , petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

you’re perched on rikis bed, legs folded neatly underneath you, watching as he rummages through his closet. his room is a perfect reflection of him. it’s minimalistic yet cozy, with a few scattered items that scream nishimura riki—a lego set on his desk, a random beanie tossed over a chair, and a collection of hoodies taking up most of his closet space.

he lets out a dramatic sigh, pulling out a dark gray hoodie before turning toward you. “here,” he says, tossing it over your head.

you squeak, wiggling your arms free before slipping it on. it’s oversized, drowning your smaller frame, and smells just like him. it’s a mix of fresh laundry, cologne, and something uniquely Riki.

“you love making me look tiny, don’t you?” you tease, hugging the sleeves around your hands.

riki smirks, walking over and leaning down so his face is level with yours. “yeah,” he admits shamelessly, tilting his head. “it’s cute.”

your cheeks warm, but you roll your eyes playfully. “fake emo boyfriend thinks i’m cute, what a shocker.”

“fake emo boyfriend is crazy,” riki deadpans, nudging your cheek with his nose. “i’m literally so mysterious.”

you giggle, poking his stomach. “baby, you laugh at your own jokes and trip over air. you are not mysterious. if anything, you’re just a cutie patootie.”

he groans, dramatically flopping onto the bed beside you. “cutie patootie should be illegal. take it back.”

“nope,” you say, shifting so you’re half on top of him. “you’re a cutie patootie and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

riki exhales through his nose, rolling his eyes, but the way his arms immediately circle around your waist says otherwise. “you’re lucky i love you,” he mutters, his voice low and affectionate.

you nuzzle into his chest, smiling against the fabric of his hoodie. “i know.”

the dorm is already buzzing with energy when you step inside, but the second the door clicks shut behind you, the noise dies down. six pairs of eyes immediately snap toward you.

“riki, you’re joking,” sunoo blurts, eyes wide in disbelief.

“who is this angel and what is she doing with you?” jake teases, crossing his arms with an amused smirk.

“she’s too pretty for you,” jungwon adds bluntly.

your cheeks heat up at the sudden attention, and you instinctively shift closer to riki. he, of course, doesn’t miss a beat and his arm wraps securely around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

“yeah, yeah, ha ha,” riki deadpans, rolling his eyes. “okay this is y/n, my girlfriend. i know, shocking revelation.”

his members don’t respond immediately. instead, they exchange glances, their expressions a mix of surprise, amusement, and utter disbelief.

“you’re so…” sunghoon trails off, scanning you from head to toe before settling on riki. “girly.”

“and?” riki challenges, raising an eyebrow.

“it’s just—” sunoo gestures vaguely between the two of you. “we all thought you’d end up with someone like…i don’t know, a female version of you?”

“yeah, like, all dark clothes, quiet, super sarcastic, probably into gaming just like you,” heeseung adds, rubbing his chin like he’s solving a mystery.

“but instead, you’re dating—” jungwon gestures to you. “her.”

you blink, “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, raising a brow, though your voice remains playful.

“you’re all soft and pretty and you literally look like you stepped out of a pinterest board,” jay says, nodding toward your outfit, a cute, pastel-toned ensemble accessorized with dainty jewelry. “we just didn’t see it coming.”

riki grins, tightening his grip on you. “i like my girlfriend all soft and pretty. she’s my princess.”

your heart flutters at his words, and you instinctively squeeze his hand. “rikiiiii,” you whine playfully, hiding your face in his hoodie.

jungwon lets out a long sigh, shaking his head. “this is actually insane. i never thought i’d see the day riki became whipped.”

“i am not whipped,” riki scoffs, immediately going on the defensive.

“oh, really?” jake smirks, stepping forward. “then prove it.”

“what do you mean, prove it?” riki narrows his eyes.

“let go of her,” jake says simply, nodding toward his arm around your waist. “if you’re not whipped, you can let her go, right?” riki doesn’t move. the room erupts in laughter.

“oh my god,” sunoo gasps between wheezes. “he actually can’t let go.”

“shut up,” riki grumbles, but his grip on you only tightens.

you giggle, tilting your head up to look at him. “you are kinda proving their point, baby.”

riki exhales sharply before dramatically peeling his hand away from your waist, only to immediately grab your fingers instead. “there,” he mutters. “happy?”

“that doesn’t count!” sunghoon laughs. “you’re still holding her!”

“you guys are so annoying,” riki groans, but he’s smiling despite himself.

“okay, okay,” heeseung grins, clapping his hands together. “y/n, since you’re officially part of the group now, we need to ask you some important questions.”

you perk up. “oh? like what?”

“first,” jay starts, leaning forward like he’s about to uncover a huge secret. “who made the first move?”

riki snorts. “me, obviously.”

“are you sure?” sunoo arches a brow. “i feel like she had to force you into realizing your feelings.”

“hey!” riki glares. “i realized them on my own.”

you hum, tilting your head playfully. “i did have to wait a bit for him to catch up.”

the room explodes with laughter again, and riki looks personally offended. “baby,” he whines. “you’re supposed to be on my side!”

you giggle, squeezing his hand. “i am, baby. i’m just also right.” his members coo at the interaction and riki groans, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“okay, next question,” heeseung continues, thoroughly enjoying this. “what’s the cutest thing riki has ever done for you?”

you pause, thinking. “hmmm…he always makes sure i have one of his hoodies when i stay over, and he buys me snacks in my favorite flavors without me even asking.”

“that’s so soft,” sunoo gasps dramatically. “who is this riki, and what did he do with the old one?”

“right?” jake shakes his head. “he used to make fun of us for being romantic, and now he’s out here being all boyfriend coded.”

“okay, that’s enough questions,” riki cuts in, glaring at his members. “we get it. i have the best girlfriend ever.”

you beam up at him, batting your lashes. “awww, you think i’m the best?”

riki sighs, but the way he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear betrays him. “yeah,” he mutters. “you know i do.”

his members all groan in unison.

“this is so unfair,” jungwon complains. “i thought riki was gonna be the last one to act all lovey dovey, but he’s actually the worst one.”

“it’s sickening,” sunghoon nods.

“get used to it,” riki smirks. “she’s not going anywhere.”

you lean into his side, smiling as his fingers intertwine with yours. “nope,” you agree. “i’m not going anywhere.”

his members groan again, but the teasing fades into something softer, something almost approving.

maybe you weren’t who they expected, but watching riki beam at you like you were his entire world?

yeah, they could definitely get used to this.

hours later, after playing games, eating snacks, and listening to rikis members tease him relentlessly about you, he finally tugs you away to his room.

the door shuts softly behind you, enclosing you both in a peaceful quiet that contrasts the lively energy outside. you let out a sigh, stretching your arms above your head before flopping onto his bed.

“they were so nice,” you hum. “i thought i was gonna be nervous, but they made me feel so welcome.”

riki hums, settling beside you. “too welcome,” he mutters, eyes narrowing. “i thought jake was gonna steal you away.”

you giggle, shifting onto your side to face him. “never,” you promise, reaching up to tuck a strand of his hair back then resting your hand on his cheek, softly caressing him. “i’m your girlfriend, remember?”

his gaze softens instantly. “mine,” he echoes, his fingers tracing slow circles on your hip.

you nod, letting your hand now rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “yours,” you confirm.

riki exhales deeply, like he’s processing the weight of your words, then leans in, brushing his nose against yours. “can i kiss you?” he murmurs.

your heart stutters. even after all this time, he still asks.

“of course, baby,” you whisper.

riki cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin before he finally presses his lips against yours. the kiss is slow, gentle, like he’s savoring the moment. when he pulls away, his lips linger against yours, reluctant to break the contact completely.

“you make me so soft,” he mutters, half annoyed but mostly in awe.

you giggle, playing with the collar of his hoodie. “you like it.”

riki groans, rolling onto his back and dragging you with him so you’re curled against his chest. “maybe,” he admits, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

you snuggle closer, letting your fingers trace lazy patterns on his chest. “i thought bringing you here would be kinda nerve wracking,” he murmurs. “but having you next to me just makes everything feel…easy.”

your lips curve into a soft smile. “that’s because i’m your safe place, duh.”

riki goes quiet for a moment, then exhales, tightening his hold around you. “yeah,” he whispers. “you really are, my love.”

with one last kiss to your forehead, he tucks you against his chest, holding you close as sleep starts to pull you both under—wrapped up in warmth, in love, in each other.

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dollerin · 9 days ago

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can u do like a clingy riki after waking up or like clingy before going to bed or something like that

🌺 : hiii, yes!! (he’s so cutie)

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𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑖 x f. reader romance kisses physical touch 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝗐𝖼. 335 ─── 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒

“baby,” riki whined for the tenth time. you stood in the mirror of your bathroom, washing your face for the night.

you hummed in response, too focused on cleansing your skin.

“you’ve been in the bathroom for hours.” he mumbled from your room, his face half-buried into your pillow. you chuckle, shaking your head.

“i got in here 10 minutes ago.”

“not true. you told me you had to use the bathroom, then you were on the phone and now you’re.. what are you doing?”

“washing my face..?”

he groaned in annoyance, nearly smothering himself into the mattress.

“princess, just come to bed already,” he said in that voice that always made your heart flutter.

you turned to look at him, cleanser still evident on your face. he was in a starfish position in your shared bed, head turned to gaze at you with lidded eyes.

“riki.”

he ignored the warning tone you gave him, continuing his pleas. “please, babe.”

your hand came to the side of the bathroom door, closing and locking it.

“y/n!” he shouted from the other side of the door, making laughter bubble up in your chest.

footsteps could be heard from outside of the door, riki headed straight for you.

it was silent for a moment before the door cracked open.

“wha—“

there stood your boyfriend holding up one of your hair clips in between his fingers, smiling like he’d cracked a code.

“where did you learn that?!” you gasped, looking at him through the mirror.

“youtube is free, bub.”

“i guess i should be asking why, but whatever.” you mumbled as his arms slithered around your waist, bringing your back to his chest.

“come to bed, your boyfriends’ getting sleepy.”

“and he’s old enough to put himself to sleep, hm?” you grin at him through the mirror, making him roll his eyes.

“but your cuddles make me fall asleep faster.” he buried his face into your neck, placing a small kiss there.

you shake your head, “okay, ki.”

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rikiiluvr · 3 months ago

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—𝙉𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙇

☆ nishimura riki x afab!reader

☆ wc: 1.1k

☆ warnings: SMUT (MDNI), nsfw, dry humping, making out, pure teenage horniness

requested <3

YOU arrived at riki’s house. riki and you had been dating for six months. the two of you had made it a tradition to meet up every friday at either one of your apartments and have a movie night and this time, you came over to his place.

however, the last few weeks have been.. different. it seemed as if your innocent tradition had become a little more intense. lingering touches, glances, the not-so-subtle eye-fucking when one of you thinks the other isn’t paying attention and today wasn’t any different.

riki’s eyes raked over your figure when you showed up at his doorstep. wearing his hoodie and a ridiculously short mini-skirt. he gulped at the sight and stepped aside, letting you in before locking the door and engulfing you in a warm hug “hey baby” he murmured as he rested his head on your shoulder.

you tensed up, the tension between the two of you was painfully obvious but you tried your best to ignore it and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly and humming in acknowledgment.

“i brought snacks” “great, and i picked out a movie” he spoke up, voice slightly muffled because of your clothes. you hesitantly pulled away and riki silently thanked god because he was growing harder by the minute and it would only take so long before it became evident.

you both cozied up on his bed, draping thick blankets over your legs and cuddling up .your legs were tangled and his right hand wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you closer making you lean on his chest. you were dangerously close to the point where riki could smell the vanilla scent of your shampoo and could feel the warmth of your bare thighs pressing up against his clothed legs.in an attempt to compose himself, he grabbed the remote and clicked play on some horror movie he’d been telling you about.

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none of you were paying attention to the movie flickering on the screen, excluding a few occasional gasps or squeals you let out. riki watched you closely, noticing how you’re breath hitched when his fingers slightly grazed the exposed skin of your collarbone, how you tensed up when he rested his head on your shoulder and his breath fanned your neck and he was only enjoying it all.

you turned to him, feeling his gaze on you, and that’s when you both locked eyes, even through the dim light you could make out his dark, blown out pupils staring at you through hooded lids.. the silent tension thickened and suddenly the room felt hot.

the movie long forgotten when you’re gaze dipped to his lips and slowly you brought your head closer to his, riki doing the same before locking his lips with yours in a slow, tantalizing kiss. you shifted to his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. he tugged on your bottom lip before pulling away, his face inches apart from yours. he held your chin firmly “keep your eyes on me baby. you don’t want me to stop now do you?” you gulped and nodded your head, making him smile.

riki leaned in once more, capturing your lips in a rougher, deeper kiss this time, making sure you were looking into his eyes all the while and you have to admit, it was hard to keep eye contact when his narrow dark eyes looked into yours, as if he could see through you and make out exactly what you were thinking, how you were feeling. you felt bare under his gaze.

you felt his bulge beneath you, rock solid, which only made you wonder just how long he’d been hard. you groaned into the kiss, slowly rolling your hips down making him wrap his arms around your waist tightly, bucking his hips up to increase the friction.

you took the lead and ground down on him, pressing down hard and rolling your hips once more while maintaining eye contact, making riki groan into your mouth as his eyes lit up with amusement.

the soft material of his sweats and your flimsy panties were the only barricade between the two of you and you were sure that some of your wetness had seeped through and dripped onto his pants. you pulled away to catch your breath but all that came out were a string of lewd noises from the two of you.

the little to no restriction made you feel him. you felt the way his tip nudged your clit with every slide, how he twitched every time you ground a little harder. riki groaned, sliding his hands over the curve of your ass where he gripped and squeezed them tightly, allowing his painfully hard erection to press against your cunt in a way that your walls clenched around nothing making you flutter your eyes close but riki wasn’t having it. he gripped your chin firmly forcing you to open your eyes and look at him “ah-ah-ah what did i say baby” he whispered, pushing you down firmly and thrusting up making you moan embarrassingly loud. you gulped and clung onto his shoulders, not making the mistake of closing your eyes again.

your movements slowed on as you grew sensitive and closer at the same time, riki’s thrusts slowed down, becoming sloppier. he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, drool coated your lips as you dug your nails into his shoulders, one of his hands cupping your face and the other gripping your hips with a bruising force, you whimpered into his mouth, the slight friction, the hardness of his length and the wetness of your panties which added onto the delicious feeling all drove you crazy.

after a few more sloppy thrusts and grinding, waves of white-hot pleasure came crashing down on him as he came undone in his boxers with you following soon after, your thighs trembling and shaking. his release which seeped through his sweats along with your own created a sticky, wet, and uncomfortable feeling that you couldn’t help but relish in.

the room felt hot, the smell of sex and release lingered in the air , the only sounds of you both breathing heavily, catching your breaths as you recovered from your highs. you rested your head on his chest, wrapping your hands around his waist, riki wrapped a hand around your torso and ran his other hand through your hair, massaging your scalp and even though you should’ve probably cleaned up, exhaustion took over the two of you as you fell asleep wrapped up in each others arms, completely ignoring the stickiness between your legs.

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sshnzsr · 2 months ago

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fuck the condom

wordcount: 1.2k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v

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The summer heat clung to the dorm like a second skin, the kind of sticky that made your clothes feel pointless. Ni-ki’s room was a mess. Clothes strewn across the floor, empty ramyeon cups stacked on his desk and a faint whiff of his cologne mixed with sweat. The air conditioner was broken, so the windows were cracked open, letting in the distant hum of the city’s nightlife. You were both 19, dumb as hell and high on the reckless freedom of youth. Ni-ki was sprawled on his bed, shirtless, his basketball shorts riding low on his hips, scrolling through his phone with that cocky smirk he always wore when he knew you were staring.

“Stop eye fucking me,” he said without looking up, voice lazy but teasing.

You were sitting cross legged on his desk chair, wearing one of his oversized tees and nothing else, your hair still damp from the shower you’d taken together an hour ago. “Who says I’m looking at you?” you shot back, but your eyes were glued to the sharp cut of his collarbone, the way his abs flexed when he shifted. He was too pretty, and he knew it. That was the problem with Ni-ki. He was all confidence and no brakes, a walking disaster you couldn’t stop crashing into.

He tossed his phone aside and sat up, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Come here,” he said, more command than request. His voice had that edge, the one that made your stomach flip and your thighs clench. You didn’t move, just raised an eyebrow, playing hard to get even though you both knew how this would end.

“Don’t make me beg,” he added, grin widening. “Or do. I’m good at it.”

You snorted, sliding off the chair and sauntering over, exaggerating the sway of your hips just to mess with him. When you reached the bed, he grabbed your wrist and yanked you down, making you straddle his lap. His hands were on your ass immediately, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. “You’re such a brat,” he muttered, lips brushing your jaw before he bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to leave a mark.

“Says the guy who’s already hard,” you retorted, grinding against him just to prove your point. He groaned, head tipping back and you felt the bulge in his shorts press against you, hot and insistent. Ni-ki wasn’t shy about what he wanted and right now, he wanted you. Messy, loud and all his.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he breathed, hands sliding under the shirt to grip your bare skin. His fingers were long, calloused from dance practice and they dug into your hips like he was claiming you. You kissed him then, all teeth and tongue, no softness, just the raw need to taste him. He tasted like the cola he’d been drinking earlier, sweet and sharp, and you sucked on his bottom lip until he hissed.

Clothes came off fast. His shorts, your shirt, a clumsy tangle of limbs and curses as you both laughed at how desperate you were. Ni-ki’s body was a fucking masterpiece, all lean muscle and golden skin and you couldn’t stop touching him, dragging your nails down his chest just to hear him swear. “Shit, you’re feral,” he laughed, but his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.

He pushed you onto your back, the mattress creaking under your weight and spread your thighs with his knees. “Look at you,” he said, voice low, almost mocking. “So fucking wet already.” His fingers slid between your legs, teasing your entrance and you arched into him, shameless. He didn’t bother with slow, he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them just right and you moaned loud enough that the neighbors probably heard.

“Ni-ki, fuck,” you gasped, grabbing his wrist, not to stop him but to make him go harder. He grinned, all arrogance and pumped his fingers faster, his thumb circling your clit until your vision blurred. You were soaked, the slick sounds of his fingers moving inside you obscene, filling the room alongside your panting.

“Gonna make you scream,” he promised, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, his tongue curling around them like he was putting on a show. You cursed him out, half laughing, half begging, and he just winked, reaching for the condom on his nightstand. He tore the packet open with his teeth and you watched, mesmerized, as he rolled it on, his cock hard and flushed, the tip already leaking.

He didn’t give you time to brace yourself, just lined up and thrust in, slow at first, letting you feel every inch. You both groaned, the stretch burning in the best way and he dropped his forehead to yours, muttering something you didn’t catch. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he said, voice strained and you clenched around him just to make him falter.

He started moving, deep and hard, the bedframe slamming against the wall with every thrust. You were loud. Too loud. moaning his name, clawing at his back, leaving red marks he’d probably flex about later. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with it and you loved how gross it was, how real. Ni-ki’s hair stuck to his forehead, his lips parted as he panted and you pulled him down to kiss him, sloppy and wet, spit smearing between you.

“Fuck the condom,” he said suddenly, voice rough and before you could process it, he pulled out, yanked the latex off and tossed it across the room. You stared at him, shocked but too turned on to care and he just grinned, all teeth and no shame. “Wanna feel you raw.”

“You’re so fucking stupid,” you said, but you didn’t stop him when he pushed back in, bare this time and oh god, the difference was unreal. He felt hotter, harder and you could feel every vein, every pulse of him inside you. You both swore, loud and unfiltered and he picked up the pace, fucking you like he was trying to ruin you.

It was disgusting, the way your bodies slapped together, the wet squelch of your arousal mixing with his precum, the way you were both so slick and careless. You came first, the orgasm hitting you like a freight train, your whole body shaking as you screamed his name. Ni-ki didn’t stop, just fucked you through it, chasing his own high and when he came, he didn’t pull out didn’t even try. You felt it, warm and thick, spilling inside you, and he groaned like he’d just won the lottery.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting, sticky with sweat and cum and god knows what else. The room was a wreck, the sheets soaked and you could feel his release leaking out of you, pooling on the mattress. Neither of you cared. Ni-ki lifted his head, smirking like the cocky bastard he was and said, “Round two?”

You laughed, shoving him off, but you both knew you’d say yes. You were young, stupid and so fucking in love with the chaos of it all.

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shy9-29 · 3 months ago

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Enhypen Campus Series

୨�� Welcome to the Enhypen Campus Series — seven stories, seven different versions of you, and seven unforgettable encounters with the members of Enhypen. Each chapter drops you into a new campus setting, where a different trope takes center stage: from enemies-to-lovers with the aloof student council president, to your typical she fell firdt, he fell harder trope and everything in between.

lmk if u want to be tagged for this series | masterlist @sheseung

- ☆ Heeseung (exes to lovers)

crawling back to you

- ☆ Jay (academic rivals)

secretly yours

- ☆ Jake (popular!fuckboy x reader, just a bet)

pt. 1 love, lies, and sim jake

pt. 2 from dare to you

- ☆ Sunghoon (she fell first, he fell harder, introvert!sunghoon x talkative reader)

pt 1 my voice stops where you begin

pt 2 project: park Sunghoon

- ☆ Sunoo (best friend to lovers) coming soon…

- ☆ Jungwon (sunshine!jungwon x grumpy yn)

the quiet between us

- ☆ Niki (grumpy nonchalont niki x sunshine reader ) coming soon…

you smile, and I wanna be the reason why (coming soon)

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nenemura · 6 months ago

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WALLFLOWER — (nrk x reader)

summary : in which you seem to be invisible to everyone, but not to him.

featuring : jungwon and sunoo from enhypen

cw : popular!riki x outcast!fem reader, angst, fluff, kissing

wc : 3.5k

nene’s note : this fic is inspired by twice’s wallflower !! pls reblog and tell me what you think of it !

“y/n? oh, you mean mina’s friend!”

“who’s y/n? the one who hangs out with nayoung and her friends?”

“i’m gonna ask the girl from jules’ class for help”

that’s all you ever were to people. someone’s friend, the one you can ask for help when you can’t figure your homework out. you lived in your friends’ shadows all the time, getting outshined every single day of your life. it was like you were invisible to everyone, as if you were a ghost desperately looking for someone who could see you. but that was never the case.

it’s not like your ‘friends’ paid that much attention to you either, they kept you around because you were kind enough to help them study whenever a big exam was coming. you weren’t oblivious to this treatment, in fact, you knew you didn’t deserve it. but the fear of being completely alone couldn’t let you walk away from them. but that loneliness, that emptiness within you never faded away, not even when you were surrounded by people. you spent most of your time with your nose stuck in a book, studying and studying for hours just to get distracted from those feelings inside you.

you wished someone could see you, get to know you, care about you. but you were sure that if you ever disappeared, no one would notice.

someone would notice, though.

that someone was nishimura riki. golden boy of the school, he was so skilled in every sport that multiple teams fought to have him in their group. he was friendly with everyone, boxy smile always showing whenever he met someone he talked with, even just one time, in the hallways. people absolutely adored him, always seeking his attention. he was everything you dreamed to be.

you didn’t know why, but he always greeted you with a smile whenever you crossed paths with him. you two didn’t even talk once, but he never lost the opportunity to flash you a grin whenever his eyes met yours. he was like that with everyone, you thought, probably because he pitied you. you thought it was a facade, he was popular, after all. he had a reputation to maintain. you disliked him for that reason, maybe it was just envy, but you just couldn’t stand seeing him surrounded by people all the time, while you lived in everyone’s shadow.

the bell rang, indicating the end of biology class. you were following mina and jules out of the classroom, when the teacher called out your name, gesturing you to stay. you turned to tell your two friends that you would stay behind and that you would see them later, but they were laughing between them, not even noticing you weren’t behind them anymore. you pressed your lips in a thin line, unfazed by the behavior since it happened so many times before. yet, it hurt every. single. time.

you pushed those thoughts aside, walking to the teacher who was waiting for you with a big smile. you liked her, she was always kind, always making time for her students whenever they were struggling. and that was exactly the reason why she called you.

“hi, y/n. sorry for keeping you behind, but i’d like to ask you a favor. there’s this student who’s failing biology and i was wondering if you could, perhaps, help them? if they fail it, they won’t be able to participate in next month’s tournament. do you think you could do it?” she explained, her voice soft and sweet as always.

you listen to her words carefully, smiling at her while you accepted her request. you weren’t so thrilled about it, since you knew it wasn’t going to be different from all the times you had ‘helped’ other students. they showed up, pretended to be interested just to make up an excuse and make you do all of their homework for them. but the teacher also promised you an extra credit, so you decided to comply anyway.

she told you to be at the school’s library on tuesdays and thursdays, from 4 to 6, and that she would notify the student for you.

so there you were, sitting at a library table, waiting for this mystery student to show up. it was already half past four, so you assumed that they wouldn’t even show up. you started gathering your things to leave, when you heard someone run behind you. you turned around to see who it was, just to find yourself face to face with nishimura riki. people glared at him while telling him to be silent, causing him to smile apologetically and bowing to them.

“i’m so sorry! practice ran late so i rushed here as fast i could, i’m glad you’re still here! you’re y/n, right? you should be the one helping me with biology” he explained, keeping his voice low to avoid getting scolded again by the students nearby.

on the other hand, you couldn’t believe your eyes. the boy you despised the most was in front of you, big smile as he looked down at you. the fact that he looked so pretty pissed you off even more.

“uh, don’t worry about it.” you simply said, uncomfortably shifting on your seat while he took the one right next to you. you took the book from your backpack and carefully placed it on the table, opening it on the page of the first chapter. you looked over at him for an instant, finding him with his own book open at the same page, waiting for you to say something.

“listen, i know you probably wanna be somewhere else, so i’ll spare you the trouble and bring you the homework done by tomor—” you were cut off by him, a confused expression displayed on his face. “what do you mean? i’m not gonna make you do my homework.” his eyebrows were furrowed, as if you were speaking nonsense. “i’d like some help to understand some of the topics, actually.” he said, his tone was soft, yet it seemed like he was bothered by what you said. did someone treat you like that before?

“oh.” that’s all you could say. you were feeling guilty for assuming his intentions, you were just so used to it.

there was an awkward silence for a brief moment, before riki took the matter into his own hands and started asking you questions about some concepts he hadn’t grasped before. you replied to them calmly, taking your time to repeat yourself or reformulate your sentences if he couldn’t understand them. during the whole time, he never once lost his focus, always looking at you attentively and, from time to time, praising your explanation skills, blabbering about how the book made everything look harder than it actually was.

having his eyes constantly on you made you feel a little overwhelmed, not being used to having so much attention on you. you felt… seen. it was awkward at first, but you couldn’t help but like it.

you reminded yourself that he was just being nice because you were helping him, not because he was actually interested in you.

the little tutoring session came to an end, faster than you thought, so you found yourself gathering your belongings to leave. riki did the same thing, casually greeting some of his friends while he walked with you towards the exit.

it was already dark outside, the days becoming shorter and shorter as the colder seasons approached. before you could excuse yourself to catch the bus, riki spoke. “um, you usually take the 6:30pm bus, right?” he asked, scratching his nape while he looked for your eyes, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. you wondered how he knew which bus you took, but decided to not mull over it too much. you nodded, tilting your head to the side as if you were asking where he was trying to get at with his question. “it’s still early, i can’t leave you here, alone in the dark. do you mind if i wait with you?” saying that you were surprised by those words was an understatement. you could feel warmth creeping up your neck, you never really spent time with boys outside of tutoring, let alone spoke to them for this long. “uh.. sure” you replied, your voice low and timid. you think you will never forget the smile riki gave you that night.

you walked around with him, listening to him complain about how his coach threatened him to not let him play at the tournament if he didn’t pass biology, and how glad he was you were there to help him. he also asked you lots of question, such as your favorite subjects, what you did in your free time, whether you put cereals first and then milk or vice versa. and it wasn’t just to avoid awkward silence, he truly cared about your answers, even going on a long rant about how putting cereals after milk was nonsense and how inconvenient it was.

before you could realize, it was already time for you to catch the bus. he walked you to the stop and waited for you to get safely on the bus, waving his hand while grinning widely at you. he didn’t leave until he saw the bus driving away, which made you feel like he cared about your safety, but you convinced yourself you were overthinking it.

once in your bed, you stared at the ceiling, replaying the afternoon you spent with the boy you disliked so much — in vain, you thought — and how your heart started beating slightly faster when you got a message from him asking if you got home safely. you mentally slapped yourself, you couldn’t start to have feelings for a boy who was pitying you. still, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his stupid jokes and silly behavior, the memory of his laugh lulling you to sleep.

the next day, you were sitting alone at the cafeteria since your friends collectively decided to skip school without letting you know. you were used to it anyway, it’s not like you talked to them when you were in their company, you just limited yourself to listening to them brag about whoever they were dating at that moment or about some new gossip that was circulating around, while keeping to yourself.

that’s why you were startled when riki showed up with two of his friends, who you recognised to be sunoo and jungwon. they were also pretty popular, sunoo being a social butterfly and jungwon being part of the student council.

“mind if we sit here?” riki asked with his usual smile, waiting for you to agree before eventually sitting next to you, while the other two guys sat in front of you. you were still kind of taken aback from this situation, but you were snapped out of your thoughts by riki resting his hand on your shoulder.

“this is y/n! y/n, they’re sunoo and jungwon. they’re good guys, so feel free to be yourself around them” he explained, introducing you to his friends. you wanted to focus on the two boys sitting in front of you and politely greet them, but you could only feel riki’s hand on you, making your heart pound against your ribs.

“nice to meet you! — sunoo spoke, his voice lively and sweet — so you’re the famous y/n, huh? riki talks about you a lo—” he suddenly stopped, an ‘ouch’ escaping his lips as he massaged his leg. riki immediately grabbed your attention: “what he was saying is that i told them you were tutoring me and how well you explain things!” you missed the way he shot sunoo a glare before grinning at you.

jungwon, in the meantime, was snickering while eating his lunch, throwing a playful glance at riki with a smirk on his lips.

you weren’t exactly understanding what was happening, given that you were still confused by the sudden company and the fact that riki talked about you to his friends. it was probably because you could help them in the future, wasn’t it?

you had a great time during lunch, sunoo excitedly telling you about the new drama play he would star in next month and jungwon occasionally asking you questions about you. the awkwardness in you faded the more you spent time with the boys, breaking out of your shell and telling them stories of your childhood. riki was looking at you with a fond smile the entire time, head resting on his fist, thinking how nice was watching you finally open up and get along with his friends.

time flew once again, the bell that signaled the end of lunch break ringing in the cafeteria. you had learned to have a lesson in the classroom right next to sunoo’s, so you waved bye to riki and jungwon and made your way to class with the bubbly boy.

you had never felt this good before, it felt like a weight was lifted off your chest, loneliness being replaced by a nice feeling. this is what having someone caring about you meant? you wondered how you endured being alone until then, finally knowing what it felt to be seen.

you spent the whole time, thinking about the boy you were tutoring, catching yourself dumbly smiling at the thought of him. you needed a reality check, because in no way he was going to feel the same about you. so, with a sigh, you drifted your thoughts from riki to the teacher and his lesson.

weeks passed, your study dates with riki allowed you to become closer and closer to the boy. you started opening up more, laughing and making jokes with him, telling him about embarrassing moments from middle school and so on. you started seeing him outside of tutoring sessions as well, inviting you to have lunch with him, sunoo and jungwon more often, asking you to try a new cafe that opened in town with them.

you eventually fell for him, feeling nervous every time he stood too close to you or blushing when you caught him staring at you. you knew it was one sided, trying your hardest to not delude yourself and end up with a broken heart and alone all over again. you cherished his company more than anything in the world, so you couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

you were walking to your locker when you heard your name being shouted by a voice you recognized in no time. you turned around, finding riki standing in front of you with a paper in his hand, encouraging you to take it. you looked at it and saw a 75/100 on his biology test. your eyes widened as much as your smile, looking up at him. “oh my god, riki! you passed!” you said, genuinely happy for the boy in front of you. he worked hard and definitely deserved the grade, you also felt a little proud of yourself at the same time. “yes! it’s all thanks to you!” he engulfed you in his arms, holding you close to his body for a second longer than he should. your face was completely red once he let go of you, you prayed for him to be too excited to notice how that brief — even though for you seemed like it lasted for hours — contact affected you.

“so..” you started speaking, to recompose yourself. “no more tutoring sessions, huh?” you asked, disappointment could be easily found in your tone.

“hm.. about that.” riki said, looking a little nervous for some reasons you couldn’t quite tell. “are you going to prom, this weekend?” he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes while he looked down at you.

“no, i don’t think so.” you replied almost instantly. was he going to ask you out for prom? no, impossible.

“would you like t—” he couldn’t finish his sentence, that a girl tapped him on his shoulder, completely ignoring your presence or the fact that he was talking to you.

“hi riki.. i was wondering if you.. if you wanted to go to prom with me.” she asked, her pretty, long lashes batting quickly as she smiled at him, waiting for his answer.

“oh, thank you but i was going to ask someone else to go with me,” riki politely declined, obtaining a scoff in response. he shrugged his shoulders and turned back to where you were standing, only to see that you had disappeared.

you left the moment you heard the girl’s question, tears brimming in your eyes as you felt like a fool, thinking that he could ever have feelings for you. that day, you left school early, running to your house and shutting yourself in your room. you cried every tear you had within yourself.

riki had tried to reach out to you countless times, sending you lots of texts, even calling you endless times. but you ignored every one of them. you shouldn’t have gotten closer to the boy, you shouldn’t have fallen for him and you shouldn’t have hoped that he could, somehow, feel the same towards you.

it was prom night, you were on your couch, watching some old romcom filled with cliches and cringy lines, but that made you tear up everytime nonetheless.

suddenly, you heard a knock on your door. you wondered who could possibly be at that hour of a saturday night.

you opened the door, finding riki in formal attire, hair slicked back and a huge bouquet of purple flowers — which you remembered telling him was your favorite color.

“riki?” you called softly, closing the door behind you and looking at him with a confused expression. your heart skipped a beat when you saw him — he looked absolutely gorgeous, he looked like he’d stepped out a fairy tail.

“y/n..” he spoke, his voice carrying a mix of nerves and determination. “i tried contacting you, but you weren’t replying. i wanted to ask you to prom, but since it’s too late, i thought about bringing prom to you.” a shy smile tugged at his full lips as he pronounced those words.

you stared at him, speechless. he wanted to go to prom with you? and when he couldn’t reach you, he came all the way to your house, just to make it happen? it felt like a dream, too good and too sweet to be true.

noticing your surprise, riki carefully set the bouquet on the ground. then, he took your hand in his, warmth spreading all over your face.

“dance with me,” he whispered, his voice soft and filled with hope.

without waiting for your reply, he led you closer to him, his free hand settling on your waist, while with his other hand, he fumbled awkwardly with his phone, tongue poking out as he tried to play a slow song for you two to dance to.

the sight made you giggle, finding endearing how clumsy he was.

you looped your arms around his neck, gazing up at him as you swayed together. the world seemed to fall away — there was only the two of you, the soft music, and the steady rhythm of your movements.

he held your gaze the entire time, his lovesick smile resting on his pretty lips — the ones you couldn’t help but glance at more times than you cared to admit.

as the song came to an end, the world seemed to slow down around the two of you. he rested his forehead gently against yours, his warm breath fanning across your face as he took both of your hands in his, holding them like they were going to break if he applied to much force.

“y/n..” he began, his voice soft and steady, though you could sense the nervousness beneath it. “i like you. i’ve liked you for so long, i couldn’t resist keeping it to myself anymore.” he whispered, waiting for any reaction on your part.

tears welled up in your eyes and before you could stop yourself, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. riki stiffened for a moment, his hand lingering on your back before holding you closer.

“i like you too, riki. so much, i can’t believe you actually feel the same” a soft laugh escaped his lips, filled with relief and happiness. he brought one of his hands to your cheek, delicately caressing your skin. “can i be your boyfriend, then?” he asked, his lips curling up into a shy smile as he bit down his lower lip to keep it from spreading too much.

you didn’t answer his question with words. instead, you leaned in, catching his lips in a passionate yet slow kiss. his hand on your cheek moved down to your neck, while his other hand rested on your waist.

at that moment, it felt as if you were touching the sky with a finger. you felt loved in a way that warmed every layer of your heart, cared for in a way that melted every lingering doubt. but, most importantly, you felt seen — truly seen — for the first time.

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globaloppaaa · 1 month ago

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but there was you ─── ⋆˚࿔

⋆˚꩜｡ you’re my only target

riki nishimura x fem!reader wc: 4k [angst, smut, fluff]

based off events from mr. and mrs. smith - 2000

makeup smut ⊹ not too graphic bc i don’t got that experience ⊹ mentions of weapons ⊹ killing ⊹ themes with emotional trauma ⊹ crying ⊹ p in v (characters are married and both over 21) which means hubby riki :))) ⊹ swearing ⊹ mentions of weapons ⊹ petnames

library 𓂃۶ৎ reblog for a big kiss!

You should’ve known.

The years of silence, those lingering feelings pressed between soft words that ached you to your core, now felt so evident before you could even open the door of your home. It’s too quiet, not in the rhythm you swore to follow all this time as protocol, but in the kind that tells you he knows.

You aren’t sure what ignites you even more, the fact he knew before you, or the fact that he chose to play along.

There’s no music, no static from the television, barely a hum from the kitchen. Just the hush of your house and night echoing the click of your key in the lock. He always leaves something on; he always makes noise, like too much silence might swallow him whole if he lets it. Your grip tightens on the doorknob as you make your way inside. Cautiously you kick off your heels and place your duffel onto the couch. The lights are dim, the kitchen is left untouched, and a half-full glass of water sits on the counter like a ghost. It’s proof that he was here but left in a hurry. Or maybe he didn’t finish what he started.

Your mission itself was short and down to the point. In and out, minimal interference. But it still clings to you like the scent of smoke in your clothes. You only found out what enemy had challenged your assignment after it had all crashed and burned, disappointment enraging your instincts. Those same instincts you’ve spent years sharpening couldn't settle as you came to learn that very enemy lived in your own home.

Your heart is thudding in your chest, not from the strain of the day, but from the dishonesty he held inside like it was nothing.

“You’re back early Sweetheart,” comes a voice from the hallway. It’s low and welcoming, scripted per usual.

You turn.

Niki leans against the doorframe of your bedroom, toned shoulders supporting his weight. He’s wearing a tight black shirt, the one he knows you can’t stand. His jaw clenches with something you don’t want to get into, but feel the conversation bubbling in the pit of your stomach. His eyes are the only feature you can’t seem to read. They’re glossy, not quite guilty. Not quite tense. But not calm.

“So are you, baby,” you say.

He shrugs. Doesn’t move, Doesn’t smile, even after hearing his pet name from your soft lips. That always makes him quirk a grin at the very least.

“I got reassigned.” He says as if his measly cover-up for a job even allows for such a kind of action. You raise your brow, stepping closer to his frame still unbothered. His chin angles as he looks down at you, like if you just moved a little closer you could-

“That doesn’t happen to you.” You whisper, watching the way his eyes dart between yours.

He gives you another shrug, and you know he’s lying. Not just in what he says, but in the way he says it like his body is braced for something, so now he’s trying too hard to look like he’s not.

“How was your day?” he asks, voice soft.

You nod.

“It was fine. They wanted confirmation on a secondary issue, so now I suppose I’ll have to do a write-up.”

Not necessarily a lie, only a fraction of the truth like always. You leave out the part where you were assigned to protect the “Secondary issue”, but let it all fall apart after feeling watched the entire time, eventually piecing together that it was his eyes on you. That silhouette on the rooftop across from yours, just a shadow of a lean body you almost wanted to run to, was his.

Niki watches you like he knows.

You move past him toward the bedroom without touching him, noses dangerously close to grazing, and somehow it feels more intimate than if you had.

The water of the shower scalds your skin. You want it that way.

You scrub the mission off you, but the edge in your bones doesn’t fade away, it scars like the shadows of his touch from the last time he felt comfortable enough to. Was that on your wedding night? You don’t even bother to remember. It’s still there when you dry off, slip into one of his shirts, and drop into bed with your favorite book. You expect him to join you, check a few emails before mustering ‘goodnight’ and turn his back to you like he always does. Most of the time his eyes stay open for a few minutes, pondering thoughts about who knows what, maybe work, maybe you. You know his routine even if you can’t see it, because you do the same thing. Tonight however, he doesn’t even join you in your bed. He’s in the living room. You can hear his steps, pacing back and forth.

You stare out at the wall, trying to focus on today's mission, and it's backfires. Frame by frame you pick apart what went smoothly, how it could’ve gone better, and who in particular interfered. You remember your entry point. How it was secure, the target visible with his ID confirmed. Your position was set. No order to kill this time, only to protect. You then remember the call, unannounced and urgent, demanding to place the mission on hold, standby at a time as dangerous as this. You caught a shape moving across the building beside you, not enough to get a good look, but enough to get a feeling. A shadow that knew exactly where to stand so that you couldn't shoot. Someone just as trained as you.

Someone like him.

It makes your blood run cold.

You shift the covers off you only ten minutes later, moving quietly down the hall. The office approaches and you scan it briskly. There's nothing out of the ordinary, but a feeling pulls at you. Something's off and you're not sure if that tug is in your heart or your gut. The bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, his drawer. It isn’t fully shut, and lawfully as his wedded wife you have access to your shared spaces in your home. You crouch down and slowly open the drawer, knowing the hinges squeak if you move too carelessly.

A folder sits at the top of the pile. Not hidden, but not left out either. It is suspiciously normal like he had no point in even hiding anything from you anymore after the events of today.

It’s stamped with a red seal, CLASSIFIED: INTER-AGENCY OPERATIVE MISSION. You open the folder, and Your breath hitches even though your suspicions were proven true hours ago.

Target Name: CONFIRMED MATCH.

Assigned Operative: Riki Nishimura

Objective: TERMINATION.

Your heart hammers. Same target, but different orders. You were sent to protect, and he was sent to kill the damn bastard.

“Looking for something?” you hear from behind you, but you don’t turn.

“You knew.” You whisper, almost viciously.

“So did you.”

“For how long?” you snap. Finally standing, facing him. You stomp over to his figure, noticing how it grows as you approach. He doesn’t answer. His jaw clenches, and that’s all you need to know.

“So what was the plan?” you ask. “Wait until I step in front of him? Take the shot anyway? Or were you going to shoot me too?”

“Don’t be stupid,” he growls. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

You laugh dry, humorless as your gaze changes to the floor for a split second, before you find your way back to him. Somehow you can’t seem to look away from him for too long, and you hate it.

“You already did.”

He steps forward, slowly. Like approaching a wounded animal. Or something just as dangerous.

“It must’ve been a test,” he says. “They wanted to see what we’d do.”

“So you lied.”

“So did you,” he says again, a little harder this time. “You didn’t tell me what your mission was either.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.” You sarcastically apologize. “I wasn’t expecting to be protecting the same man you were assigned to kill.” Your fists clench. He’s closer now, and you want to scream at yourself for the way it still does something to you. The way his voice sounds when it’s low, the way his gaze drops to your mouth, then snaps back up like it never left.

You visibly lean back as your head falls into your hands, bordering on an emotional breakdown.

“What do we do now?” you whisper, face still held by your palms.

He only takes another step toward you. Close enough to feel the heat of him.

“We finish what we started.”

Your breath catches as his fingers brush your wrist. It’s barely a touch, but it sends goosebumps down your body.

“And what is that?” you ask, your voice quieter now, wondering if he’s even talking about the mission anymore. You know him well enough to predict his thoughts at this point.

His eyes flick down, then meet yours again.

“You. Me. This.”

You fight his grip even as he removes your hands from your face so gently, leaning down just a little so that his face is leveled with yours. His eyes are half-lidded, but there's emotion behind it. It almost looks as if he’s looking at you with something deeper than insincerity. He takes his fingers and tugs your chin to look at him, to look at him. You hate this, hate that even though he's taller, more muscular, whenever something serious between you two occurs he always brings himself to the same level as you, to speak, to fight on an even battleground. It makes your blood boil, it aches you deep in your heart.

It’s rare for Riki to sound so sentimental, so you’ve come to understand that when moments like this arise, he must mean it with the entirety of his heart.

“We do this together.” And as he looks between your eyes for approval, you don’t stop him as he leans in. You let him. Because for the first time in years, Riki says it like he’s been holding it in. Like it’s the only thing in the world that matters. He finally sounds like this is exactly where he wants to be. His eyes search your face as your lips come apart, waiting for you to push him away or call him a liar again. Spit something venomous and final that would make this whole thing easier to walk away from. But he knows you, knows how deep down you don’t want him to leave either. And when you don't push him away, from being so tired of pretending you don't want this anymore, he confirms it.

You’re tired of the anger hiding what’s underneath. His hand grazes your hip, slow and deliberate, but like it belongs there. You don’t stop him, but your breath catches. Lips parting just barely, and his eyes flick down again, eyebrows furrowing with what looks almost like care. Before his eyes glare with irrevocable emotion.

His mouth crashes against yours like a dam breaking, flooding out everything he’s been holding this in for too long. He hasn't felt this alive in years. Maybe since the first time you met, he thinks, when you loaded your gun hidden on the side of your garter as you shook his hand.

Your fingers fist the fabric of his shirt as he backs you into the wall, hands on your hips, sliding up under the hem of his shirt you’re wearing. He smirks into the kiss, almost proud that after all this, you're still his. Your teeth hit, his tongue finding its way to yours, followed by gasps from broken emotion. You feel every inch of him pressed against you, but it still doesn’t feel close enough.

“You’re still mad,” he mutters into your mouth, breath ragged.

“You’re still a liar,” you whisper back, tugging his shirt off over his head.

His lips brush the corner of your jaw down to your neck. Hot, open-mouthed kisses like he’s mapping the places that might still forgive him.

“Say you hate me,” he dares, dragging his mouth back up to yours. “I know you want to.”

His forehead pressed against yours, and you should, You really should say it to him. But tonight he’s much more controlled, like his heart cares for how you feel and he’s afraid to mess things up.

Instead, you breathe, eyes glaring up to meet him. “Shut up.” You kiss him again, he doesn’t refuse. How could he ever?

This time it’s slower, hungrier. You grip the back of his neck like you’re afraid he’ll disappear if you let go, threading your fingers through the base of his hair. He groans as he presses you harder into the wall like it’s the only way to keep his own hands steady, to keep his mind still from every thought dizzying him at the moment. There’s heat now, you feel it in the way his hips press against you, not aggressively, but enough to make you want more. It builds fast between your bodies, a low ache curling in your stomach. His hands roam beneath the fabric you’re drowning in, and every brush of his fingertips feels like a match struck on your skin.

He lifts you, quite effortlessly, and you wrap your legs around his waist without thinking. It makes him growl into your mouth as your lips find a shared rhythm. He carries you through the hallway like he’s done it before in all the dreams he swore he’d forget. You barely even process that you reach your bed until the door slams behind you. Riki’s hands glide down your thighs, placing you on the bed like it’s your last safe place in the world. Then he stares.

He takes a long good look at you, face a bit flushed, hair unkempt from his grip. The fabric of his shirt silhouetting your figure perfectly. You're so gorgeous and he couldn't stand it, he couldn't not mark you up with every raw emotion pent up inside.

He leans over you, pressing both arms beside your head as his nose touches yours, “You’re not just a fucking mission to me,” he says. It’s sudden, hoarse from the way his breath is still caught in his throat, and it catches you off guard.

You sit up a little, heart in your throat. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”

He swallows. His voice cracks.

“If I told you… you might’ve left.”

“You thought this was safer?”

“No,” he breathes. “But at least if you didn’t know the truth, you’d still come back to me every night.”

That does it. The fight drains out of you, not because you forgive him, not yet. But because no one has ever admitted to needing you like that. You’re so over being the one who feels more, so you reach for him again, not holding back.

Your shirt is gone within seconds, or his you should say. His hands are careful, but feverish, as if he’s memorizing the way your skin feels beneath his palms. You lie back against the pillows as he leans over you, and for a second, everything is quiet again. You can’t remember the last time you felt this comfortable in silence. Just the sound of your breathing and his thumb brushing along your cheekbone.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re pissed off,” he murmurs. His fingers hook around the band of your underwear as he lowers them down your leg, but his eyes don’t budge from your face.

“And you’re so handsome when you’re not talking,” you counter, voice rough. His grin breaks through then. It’s a real one, crooked and tired, and only for you. Then his mouth is on yours again. The kiss deepens fast. Hips aligned, fingers tangled, heat thrumming through your veins. He kisses down your throat, over your collarbone, lower. His lashes are damp as they brush your skin. And it brings tears to your own eyes as you ponder just how strong he's been all this time. Every kiss feels like a question he’s begging for an answer to: Are you still mine? Can I still touch you like this? Will you let me stay?

You answer without words, nails in his back, lips at his ear, your whole body arching to meet him like it’s answering instinctively. He makes you feel undone, but not weak. Wanted, not owned. You wonder just how Riki’s able to make you come undone every time.

He makes every second count, true to his agent upbringing. The rhythm of your bodies are messy at first. You’re both too desperate while trying to let go of the pent-up anger you’re both still holding onto. But then it syncs, the kind of rhythm only two people with unwavering passion and overlapping scars could ever find. His fingers lace with yours above your head, holding your hands to the mattress as he moves inside you, and the way he looks at you at that moment is almost unbearable. Like he never wants to forget the way you look when you let go.

“I should hate you,” you whisper against his jaw.

“I know,” he breathes, moving his face from your collarbone back up to the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“But I don’t.” You manage to muster between soft moans.

He kisses after every place he sucks, eyes still watching, observing just how stunning you look for him. “I don’t think I ever could.”

His rhythm quickens as he starts to lose himself, moving into you at an unsteady pace. And it’s when he grabs your jaw, directing your face to look right at him that you break together. Breathless, shaking, your names tangled in the love you knew was still roaming in the air. And you think for a second that maybe this war between you has finally surrendered.

You aren’t sure if It’s late at night or early in the morning. The clock on your nightstand blinks red, but you can’t exactly make out the time. You lie tangled in the sheets, back against his chest with his arm slung over your waist like a lock. He’s holding your hand, and it dampens your eyelashes once again. His skin is warm and steady, breathing deeply like he hasn’t slept in days.

Neither of you has moved in almost an hour, haven’t spoken since the moans that escaped both your lips. And still, Riki hasn’t let go.

You could say something. You should, but it’s easier to stay like this, caught in the in-between where the past doesn’t matter and the future doesn’t exist. Where your hearts are slow enough to beat in sync. Your teeth clench, uncomfortable in the passion you missed so dearly. Quietly, you feel his body shift, it makes your breath hitch, and you realize then that you don’t want him to let go.

“You’re shaking,” hei whispers.

You stiffen. You didn’t realize you were.

“I’m fine,” you lie.

His hand slides along your side, slow, grounding.

“Don’t do that.” But he doesn’t say it angrily, it’s more broken.

“Do what?”

“Lie to me like we’re still pretending.”

You inhale through your nose. Exhale out your mouth. His fingers settle over yours again, gentle but protective.

“We can’t stay here forever,” you whisper.

“I know.”

“They’ll come looking.”

He shifts his face closer. Lips brushing the back of your neck as his words tingle through your body.

“Let them.”

His hand comes up to turn your chin, leading you to roll over and face him again. Just yesterday looking him in the eye would’ve been no problem, but tonight you’re seeing the real him, the vulnerable man you fell for so long ago. It makes you nervous just to face his direction.

“Don’t shy away from me now baby. Not after you came undone for me like that.” He chuckles, not making fun of you,but with admiration.

It’s too dark to see him clearly, but you can feel the shape of him. His broad shoulders, messy hair over his forehead, and lashes fanned low. He looks younger like this. A little wrecked. Like the version of himself, no one else ever gets to see.

“You disobeyed a direct order,” you murmur.

“So did you.”

“We’re both burned now.”

He nods slowly. Don’t look away. “We’ll deal with it.”

“You say that like it’s easy.”

“No,” he says. “I say it like I’ll do it with you.”

Your chest tightens.

You want to believe him. God, you do. But all of this feels like standing on the edge of a cliff too high. And if you fall, it won’t just be your position at the agency on the line this time. It’ll be your heart.

“Why didn’t you kill him?” you ask softly, eyes searching for him.

Riki doesn’t answer right away, but he lets out the truth when he does.

“Because I knew you were watching.”

“That didn’t stop you before,” you comment.

“It wasn’t the same before.” His voice cracks. You hate that it hits you so deep in your heart.

“You’re not a weakness,” he says suddenly, like he’s trying to convince himself just as much. “They think you are. I let them think that. But you’re not. You’re the reason I still know who I am.”

Your breath catches. “Riki,” you whisper.

He leans forward, forehead pressed against yours. He repeats his words quieter than a bullet in the dark.

“You’re not a weakness. You’re the one thing I don’t regret, I swear.”

You close your eyes. A tear slides down your cheek, and he catches it with his thumb like he knew it was coming.

You should pull away, but Instead, you whisper “Stay.”

His breath hitches. A small, tender smile grew on his face. “I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

“Not just tonight. I mean…” You swallow hard like you’ve swallowed poisonous words that still feel unfamiliar to your tongue. “Stay. With me.”

You feel him go still.

Then his hand slides up and rests over your heart.

“Again,” he murmurs.

“Stay, please.”

And this time, when you say it, you mean everything. Not just your bed. Not just your home. Not just this brief, stolen moment of safety. You mean the chaos and the consequences. The fallout and the parts that don’t make sense. You mean all of you.

He doesn’t answer with words, he answers with the only way he’s learned to show you just how much you affect him. The way he knows you understand on a level no one else can. He kisses you softly this time. Slow and tired and full of every unsaid feeling he can’t quite express. And when you finally fall asleep in his arms, for the first time in years, you don't dream of running anymore.

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ni-kichromehearts · 5 months ago

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Nishimura Riki as your boyfriend

Ni-ki is the type of boyfriend who blushes by your random kisses. He seems to be the type to hold himself back from kissing you because he thinks it might make you uncomfortable.

Ni-ki is the type of boyfriend who will update you every single time despite their busy schedules. He would send you pics, videos, voice messages and will spam you with text saying he misses you.

Ni-ki is the type of boyfriend who's love language is quality time and physical touch. After a long day, he would stop by your apartment. The moment you lock eyes with him, he will hug you really tight. He's the type to hugs you from the back, shower you with kisses and small hickeys on your neck.

Ni-ki is the type of boyfriend who ask your permission when going out with the members. He will send you updates and pics telling you what's going on.

Ni-ki is the type of boyfriend who likes to rest his head on your lap as you pamper his head with your hand, rummaging through his hair.

Ni-ki is the type of boyfriend who understand your monthly duties and would buy pads in advance.

Ni-ki is the type of boyfriend who is a gentlemen and won't force you to do things. He would ask you first about your opinion and let you express your emotions.

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enhani-ki · 2 months ago

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round with my baby - reader x ni-ki

warnings: smut, nsfw, pregnancy scare, cursing, etc.

sex with your boyfriend ni-ki had never really been possible before. between his packed schedule and the fact that his dorm was never truly empty, there was just never a right moment.

you both always kept things quiet and sneaky—stolen kisses behind closed doors, hands slipping under clothes when no one was looking. every moans was muffled against the crook of each other's necks, always heated and hurried but stopping just before things went too far.

ni-ki didn't have much experience either, but he admitted that with you, he feels more confident. being close to you made him curious—eager to touch, explore, and try all the things he'd only ever thought about before.

"fuuuck," he groaned, head falling forward to rest against yours. "you feelーyou feel so good, baby."

and ever since he got some time off, ni-ki didn't wasted a second and spent every moment with you. he doesn't even care now if there were people in the dorm while he's fucking you.

"faster, riki—please, please," you cried out, fingers digging into his back as you tried to pull him closer, like it would somehow make him go deeper.

your inside walls were so warm, so wet, he swore it should've been easy to move—but you were gripping him too well, it's so hard to think straight.

your head was spinning too. his hips slapped against yours with so much urgency, his breathless moans falls with every thrust. you felt his cock twitched inside of you. he was close.

"wait—shit, shit, shit," he gasped, eyes wide as he tried to pull out, but it was too late.

ni-ki's cum was already leaking from your swollen pussy. it was still spilling from his tip also, thick and hot... your boy couldn't help it as it really felt too good to stop in time.

"oh my god—baby…" ni-ki kissed you, guilt flashed in his face, though his rock-hard cock was twitching against your inner thigh, begging to be inside again.

"mmh, it felt good," you whispered. wrapping your arms around him needy, even after he had filled you.

"yeーyeah? can i put it back in?" he asked, wiping the sweat off your forehead before pressing a kiss on your lips.

"yes, riki... hurry," you moaned. ni-ki lined himself back into the mess he made between your thighs, groaning as he slid inside. your body was already sensitive, overstimulated, but the moment he filled you again, you suddenly prefer if he could fuck you 'til you go dumb.

your back arched off the bed. "how—how come you're so good?" you asked him. leaning to bite his lower lip, enough for it to sting and for him to hiss.

ni-ki cursed under his breath before chuckling, eyes locked on the way your body trembled beneath him. the sheets were already soaked from the juices of slick and his cum dripping from your swollen cunt. "you're so sexy,"

he leaned back to watch himself slide in and out of you—slow, deep, then fast. the sight made his breath hitch, seeing how his cock glistened each time it dragged out before sinking back in. "babe, you're dripping everywhere…"

you hands clawed at his shoulders, "almost thereーriki, i'm—!" ni-ki felt your pussy throbbing inside, he picked up his pace the moment he heard you call out his name. "cum," he demanded, panting while kissing the corner of your mouth. "let me feel you, baby."

he held you tight the moment your walls fluttered around him, locking you in place as you came. your sharp cries filled the room, trying to push him away.

and without missing a beat, ni-ki started thrusting harder and faster, pounding into your soaking pussy while covering your neck with sloppy kisses and licks. "that's it, y/n... cum on my cock," he whispered. "soak me, and i'm gonna fill you up—i swear."

his words shot pleasure straight to your core that you can't stop leaking. he started cumming too almost instantly after, the hot spurts of his release surged deep inside your womb.

"fuuuck, take it all," ni-ki gasped, slamming into you a few more times while you milked him for every last drop of his seed.

his cock were still buried inside, twitching as he collapsed on top of you. ni-ki looked up to press soft kisses to your neck, your jaw, your lips "i love you so much, y/n..."

"i love you too, baby."

the period tracker, which you both used more as a joke at first, now looked insane—full of hearts and entries of unprotected sex.

...too many "didn't pull out" notes to count.

even when he hadn't moved yet, you already felt like crying. all ni-ki did was stay still inside, cock throbbing gently, but your eyes welled up.

he pulled back, gave a shallow thrust, then froze. "y/n…" he whispered, staring at your heaving tits. his brows were furrowed like he's thinking about something mid-fucking. "i—fuck—i don't know," he said leaning down to kiss your cheek, then your lips. "if i finish inside you again… you might really get pregnant."

your breath got caught in your throat, "huhー?" ni-ki kissed you again before you could say anything, his tongue roamed inside that all you could do was to whimper into his mouth.

"i'm gonna take care of you, baby."

days passed, then weeks. your body starts to feel strange, your body felt heavy, and on top of that... your period didn't come.

you ignored it and blamed it on stress, but you also stopped texting ni-ki back. you stopped answering your boyfriend's calls because every time his name lit up your screen, your stomach flip.

you don't know what to say to him. you weren't even sure what you feel but you know you needed space, even though all it did was make your head hurt more.

riki: talk to me, please.

riki: baby?

ni-ki showed up at your place eventually. he didn't say anything at first—he just sat beside you and pulled you into his arms to hold you tight. he kissed your temple, your cheek, and the top of your head.

"why don't you talk to me?" he asked softly, hurt, but mostly concerned.

"iーi didn't know how," you whispered. "i just… i feel weird. and i don't even have my period yet."

"riki… i don't know if i'm just being paranoid or if something's actually happening." you sniffled, his arms tightened protectively around you.

"it's possible," you continued. "i mean… with how much we've been—y'know…"

"with how much i came inside you every chance i get?" he finished the words for you, smiling gently as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

you looked away, blushing at his words. "don't say it like that… i wanted it too."

"i know, but it's still on me," he said softly. "i'm sorry, baby." ni-ki cupped your face and kissed you sweetly, brushing his thumb along your cheek... he loves you too much.

"i told you," he murmured. "no matter what happens—whatever you want—i'm going to take care of you... promise."

he then tilted your chin up until your teary eyes met his. "you're not alone, y/n."

"you're so pretty," ni-ki pulled you in his chest, letting you rest while his hand stroked your back gently. "you know what i'm thinking about sometimes?" he asked, burying his face in your hair. "coming home to you. you, wrapping your arms around me…"

"or letting me bend you over the counter, fucking you on the couch... having our mess all over the place."

"what?!" you laughed through a teary smile, feeling warm for the first time in days.

he chuckled too, "yeah. i want to see you walking around naked," he murmured, lips grazing your skin...

"you can be swollen, round with my baby."

you looked up at him and gave his arm a light slap, but your glare didn't last when he pouted, silently asking for a kiss.

you couldn't help it. you just chuckled and leaned in after watching your boyfriend turn to a man then back to being a cute ridiculous boyfriend again.

a/n: this is crazy T-T prayers for reader plzzz + posted this along with enhypen as your "stressed" boss check it out too (^_^) also made this listening to sweet love by chris brown.

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amoressb · 13 days ago

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───── MY BIGGEST FAN 西村力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ you missed him, so why not go to his groups fansign to get his autograph…and him ｡｡ ɪᴅᴏʟ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1490 + / kissing , skinship , petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

the venue buzzed with the soft thunder of excited fans, murmuring anticipation and rustling albums clutched tightly to chests. the fansign had just begun, and riki was seated in the center of the table with his members, his body present but his mind drifting.

he was polite as always, playful when prompted, but something about today felt heavier. the kind of heavy that came from being weeks apart from you. every tour stop, every rehearsal, every sleep deprived night had been softened only by your voice through a phone screen, your little texts full of love, your late night videos reminding him to eat and sleep.

but it still wasn’t you.

riki tried to shake it off as he scribbled messages on photobooks and smiled through soft fan interactions. his fingers twirled the pen absentmindedly and he barely noticed the way staff was subtly guiding the next fan toward him.

until he looked up and the air was knocked clean out of his lungs.

there you were. no hoodie. no mask. no disguise. just you—his beautiful girl. smiling, radiant, beautiful, and very much real. you stood there like a dream, an album in your hand and the most mischievous look on your face.

“hi riki,” you said sweetly, as if you weren’t flipping his entire world upside down.

his eyes went wide. for a second, he froze completely, mouth slightly parted. he almost stood up out of instinct, chest surging with the need to touch you, pull you in, confirm you weren’t a hallucination brought on by lack of sleep and too many energy drinks.

but staff, cameras, and fans. he forced himself to sit still. barely. “i—what—” his words fumbled out in a whisper. “you’re here?”

you placed the album down gently in front of him, your eyes sparkling. “what, not gonna sign for your biggest fan?” he blinked at the photobook, then slowly back up at you. “this is so evil.”

“don’t worry, i brought a pen,” you teased, tapping your fingers on the table. “autograph, please. make it special.”

riki tried to act cool, but his hands trembled slightly as he opened the album. the page you picked already had one of his pictures staring back at him. his sleepy post concert smile, the one you always said was your favorite.

he swallowed hard, willing his hands to move normally as he signed his name. underneath it, he scribbled a small, hidden message in tiny handwriting only you would understand : i’ve been going crazy without you.

then, as discreetly as he could manage, he slid his hand across the table. his fingers grazed yours and you didn’t hesitate. you interlaced your hands beneath the cover of the album, warm and familiar and home.

riki exhaled softly, the relief palpable in his shoulders. “i thought you were in L.A. until next week,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours.

“changed my flight,” you whispered back. “surprise.”

“best surprise of my life,” he murmured, squeezing your hand.

jake was the first to notice and from two seats down, he let out a very obvious, very exaggerated cough followed by a knowing smirk. riki didn’t even care. he was too busy trying to hold it together while every instinct in his body screamed to get up and hold you properly.

but you gave his hand one final squeeze before gently pulling back, eyes warm and full of unspoken promise. “see you backstage?”

“don’t run. i’m coming straight for you.” you winked, took the signed album, and stepped away. suddenly, the world was colorless without you standing in front of him.

the rest of the fansign was torture.

he powered through somehow, offering smiles and laughter like his heart hadn’t just nearly burst. but every few minutes, his eyes flicked toward the back exit, counting down the seconds until he could bolt.

and finally, finally, it ended.

the moment the cameras cut and the last fan waved goodbye, riki was up. he didn’t wait for staff instructions or even say goodbye to his members. he moved through the backstage corridors like a man on a mission, heart hammering, eyes scanning every corner.

then he turned into the hallway behind the dressing rooms and there you were. waiting against the wall, your fingers nervously twisting at the hem of your shirt, until you saw him.

“baby—”

he didn’t say a word. he closed the space in three long strides and wrapped his arms around you so tightly you gasped. he pressed his face into your shoulder, breathing you in like oxygen, like something he hadn’t had in too long.

“i missed you,” you whispered.

“never, ever leave me that long again,” he said into your neck. “that was the absolute worst.”

you chuckled, arms winding around him. “you’re so dramatic.”

he leaned back, hands cupping your cheeks. “i’m not. you were right there and i couldn’t even kiss you.”

your eyes softened, “you can now.”

that’s all it took before he kissed you. softly at first, then deeper, slower, like he was trying to make up for every second you two had been apart. one hand cradled the back of your head, the other still wrapped tight around your waist.

when he finally pulled away, he rested your foreheads together, noses brushing as his thumbs caressed your cheeks.

“you’re not going back to L.A. tomorrow, right?” he asked, breath still warm against your lips.

“i have five days here,” you whispered, your hands sliding up his back and curling at the nape of his neck.

“then cancel everything. i’m keeping you,” he said, dead serious.

you laughed softly, but it was the kind that came from deep in your chest. the kind that said i missed you just as much. “what would you even do with me for five days straight?”

his eyes narrowed slightly, a playful glint flashing through them. “are you asking me to give you a full itinerary?”

“ki—”

“okay, okay,” he smirked, hands trailing down to your waist, pulling you a little closer. “first, i’m gonna spend the rest of tonight with you in my arms. no distractions. no stage lights. no rushing to the next schedule. just us.”

you smiled up at him, your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “then what?”

“then tomorrow, i’m taking you to every spot i wanted to show you while i was on tour here. that one cafe i kept texting you about? the one with the strawberry croissants?”

“you’ve been thinking about strawberry croissants this whole time?”

“no,” he said, voice dropping a little lower, “i’ve been thinking about you trying them and getting powdered sugar on your lips so i can have an excuse to kiss it off.”

you blushed and he laughed gently, dipping his head down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

he pulled back just enough to look at you fully, eyes scanning your face like he was memorizing every part all over again. “you’re really here,” he said again, almost to himself, “i still can’t believe it.”

“i wanted to see you,” you said softly. “you’ve looked so tired on camera lately.” he smiled, the kind of smile that only came when he was completely, fully at ease. “i’ve been tired. missing you is exhausting.”

you tilted your head. “you’re such a drama queen.” he leaned in again, brushing his lips over yours with a light laugh. “only for you.”

you two stood like that for a moment, just the two of you, wrapped up in each other in the quiet hallway where no one else could see. no stylists, no managers, no fans. just you and riki. his arms around you, your fingers tangled in his shirt, and the buzz of the outside world finally quiet for the first time in weeks.

then he whispered, lips brushing your hair, “come back with me to the dorm. the others will scream, but i need you to be with me tonight. i just…want to fall asleep next to you.”

your voice was soft, “are you sure?”

he nodded, eyes glassy with how much he missed you. “i don’t care who sees anymore. i just want you. i want to hold your hand outside a fansign. i want you in my bed, stealing my blankets and kicking me in your sleep.”

“you miss me kicking you?” you teased.

“i’d let you drop kick me if it meant waking up with you next to me.” that earned him a laugh so bright and familiar, it made his chest ache in the best way. he took your hand again, kissed the back of it, and looked into your eyes. “come with me?”

you nodded and just like that, you left together, his fingers laced with yours, hearts finally full again. he made it through the photos, the smiles, the empty days of pretending.

now he had what he really needed. you, in his arms, for real, and he wasn’t letting go.

⋆｡°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20 @jellyluv4eva @heekolazz @soona-huh

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dollerin · 23 days ago

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𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑺 𝘊𝘈𝘙 ۶ৎ 니키

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝑳𝐔𝐃𝐄 ─── when your boyfriend wants to show off the fact that he finally got a car.

𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑖 x f. reader romance non idol au suggestive physical touch making out 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝗐𝖼. 677 ─── 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒

riki had been raving about his dream car since the both of you started dating. it was something he looked forward to nearly every single day (other than seeing you) and you didn’t mind.

he was absolutely obsessed with the thought of going on late night drives with you, drive-in movies or even just being parked outside of your house after a date, holding you.

so once that message came through on your phone, “be ready in 10 ;)” you knew his dream had come true.

the engine rumbled lowly outside of your home, the moon reflecting off of the sleek paint of the car. he sat inside of it, one hand gripping the steering wheel while he waited for you.

you locked your door behind you before heading straight to the passenger side. the window rolled down once you got close enough.

“hop in, pretty.” he said with a small smirk, unlocking the door for you. you shook your head, climbing in without a word.

“you like?”

you hummed, glancing at the interior of it. sleek, bold, definitely riki.

he pulled off down the road again, foot pressing down on the accelerator lightly at first.

it was quiet between the both of you for a moment, other than the hum of the car and the quiet bass of whatever r&b song he had playing on the radio.

he glanced over at you briefly, one hand still rested on the wheel while the other moved to rest on your thigh, squeezing it gently.

your eyes shifted over to him, watching as he kept his gaze on the road, his lip tucked between his teeth in concentration.

“never thought someone could look so good while driving,” you murmur, but still loud enough for him to hear.

he huffs out a laugh, “oh yeah?”

your hand comes to rest on top of his, looking down to see his fingers twitch in surprise.

“yeah.”

the compliment seemed to fluster him a bit, his hand squeezing your thigh again, grip tightening.

“you know what else i look good while doing?” he asked, making you raise your eyebrows. “parallel parking.”

you swatted at his arm, causing him to chuckle, “what? what’d you think i was gonna say?”

you shook your head, leaning over to kiss his arm before laying your head against it.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“yeah, but you love me.”

“unfortunately.” you snorted.

a few minutes later, he pulled into an empty lot, the gravel crunching under the car’s tires. he parked with a flick of his wrist, the engine still humming quietly.

“back seat,” he murmured, voice husky. “wanna show you something.”

by the time you climbed into the back seat and he met you there, his hands were already on you, gripping your waist and pulling you on top of him.

“thought you wanted to show me something?” you asked, tilting your head with a teasing smile.

“yeah, yeah. i will.” he grumbled, already leaning in. his lips crashed into yours before you could say anything else, all heat and want.

he sighed into the kiss, his grip on you tightening like you were going to disappear. calloused hands drifted up into your shirt, resting on your sides.

your hand came to cradle his jaw, fingers tracing over his skin as you tilted your head, leaning in and deepening the kiss.

riki’s brows furrowed as he groaned into your mouth, feeling your lips move slower now, more deliberate.

one of your hands tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck—fingers raking over it.

his lips trailed down further— over your cheek, your neck, and stopping at that spot under your ear that was extra sensitive.

“mm.. right here, huh?” he mumbled against it, lips brushing over your skin. he felt the way you shivered, the little breaths that escaped you.

you tilted your head to give him more access, your fingers gripping the fabric at his shoulders.

you hum, “we should really get going.”

“why?” his fingers trace patterns over your jeans. “i was just getting started, baby.”

🌺: hey so i hate this! milan try to stop using tate songs in your fics challenge

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rikiiluvr · 3 months ago

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— 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐

☆ nishimura riki x afab!reader

☆ wc: 1.1k

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

requested <3

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.

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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.

☆ xiao's notes: a little something while i work on more requests (and some of my own works)

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sshnzsr · 1 month ago

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STRIKE A POSE

warnings: smut, somnophilia, exhibitionism, nude photography, voyeurism, cnc, toxic relationship, unprotected sex, rough sex, p in v, praise kink, creampie, lmk if I missed anything

wordcount: 1.8k

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Your legs were tucked beneath you as you sat on the couch, twirling Ni-ki’s old digital camera between your fingers. It was his latest obsession, a beat up thing he’d found at a thrift store, complete with a scratched lens and a clunky shutter sound. He’d been carrying it everywhere lately, snapping photos of anything that caught his eye: the golden hour glow over the city, the steam curling off his morning coffee, the way your hair fanned out on the pillow when you weren’t paying attention.

You’d always thought it was endearing.

Your boyfriend’s little artistic streak. But today, with Ni-ki out picking up groceries, the camera sat unattended on the coffee table, practically begging you to take a peek. What had he been capturing lately? You flicked it on, the tiny screen buzzing to life and started scrolling through the gallery.

At first, it was innocent enough. A shot of the skyline from your balcony, the horizon bleeding orange and pink. A close up of a flower he’d plucked from the park, its petals crisp against the blurred green background. A candid of you laughing over breakfast, syrup dripping from your fork. You smiled to yourself. Ni-ki had a way of making even the mundane look beautiful.

But then the photos changed.

Your breath hitched as the screen filled with an image of you.

sleeping, sprawled across the bed. Your hair was a messy halo around your head, lips parted slightly and the blanket was pushed down to your thighs. You were naked. Completely, utterly bare. Your skin prickled as you stared at the photo, a strange heat curling in your stomach. You didn’t sleep naked. Ever. And you certainly hadn’t undressed in front of Ni-ki before. Not fully, not like this. You’d always been too shy, too self conscious, keeping things tame between you despite the months you’d been together.

You scrolled again. Another photo from the same night, different angle. Your body was twisted slightly, one leg bent, the curve of your hip illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Then another, closer this time, the lens focused on the dip of your waist, the swell of your chest. The realization hit you like a freight train. Ni-ki had been undressing you while you slept. Taking pictures of you. Exposed. Vulnerable.

You should’ve felt violated. Disgusted, even. The rational part of your brain screamed at you to confront him, to demand answers. But instead, a different feeling pulsed through you. hot, electric, undeniable. Your thighs pressed together as you stared at the screen, your heartbeat thudding in your ears. He’d seen you like this, wanted you like this and something about that turned you on more than you cared to admit.

The front door clicked open and you nearly dropped the camera. Ni-ki stepped inside, grocery bags rustling in his arms, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he kicked off his shoes. “Hey,” he called, oblivious to the storm brewing in your chest. “Miss me?”

You set the camera down, forcing a smile. “Always.” Your voice sounded steadier than you felt. He grinned. That sharp, boyish grin that always made your knees weak and headed to the kitchen to unpack. You watched him move, the casual confidence in his stride, the way his jeans hugged his hips. An idea sparked in your mind, bold and reckless.

“Riki,” you said, standing up and brushing imaginary lint off your shorts. “You’ve been taking a lot of pictures lately. Mind if I pose for you?”

He froze mid step, a bag of apples dangling from his hand. His eyes flicked to you, narrowing slightly, like he was trying to read your intent. “Pose?” he echoed, setting the bag down. “You hate being in front of the camera.”

You shrugged, playing it coy. “Maybe I’m feeling inspired. What if we… took some nudes?”

The apples slipped from his grip, rolling across the counter. His mouth parted slightly, shock flashing across his features before he caught himself. “Nudes?” His voice cracked and he stepped closer, lowering it to a whisper. “Wait- have you seen the photos?”

Your heart skipped, but you didn’t flinch. Instead, you met his gaze, a slow smile curling your lips. “Doesn’t matter. I want you to take them anyway.”

He stared at you for a long moment, searching your face, but whatever he found there, desire, defiance or something darker made his expression shift. The shock melted into something hungrier and he grabbed the camera, switching it on with a flick. “Alright, then. Strike a pose.”

You started simple, leaning against the couch, one hip cocked, arms crossed casually. The shutter clicked and Ni-ki’s gaze stayed locked on you through the lens, intense and focused. You shifted, turning to sit on the armrest, crossing your legs and tilting your head back so your hair spilled over your shoulders. Click. Click. His breathing grew heavier, audible even over the soft whir of the camera.

Then you peeled off your shirt, letting it drop to the floor, followed by your bra, shorts and panties. You stood bare before him, the air cool against your skin, his eyes dark and wide as they roamed over you. He didn’t wait for direction. he stepped closer, camera raised and started snapping. Click. A shot of your chest, your nipples hardening under his scrutiny. Click. A closer angle, the lens lingering on the swell of your breasts, the way they rose with each breath.

“Spread your legs,” he said, voice rough and you complied, sinking onto the couch and parting your thighs. Click. He knelt in front of you, zooming in on your pussy, the flash catching the slickness already gathering there. Click. Another shot, tighter, the camera so close you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin. He lingered there, taking extra shots, his free hand twitching like he wanted to touch you but held back.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he muttered, standing to capture your tits again, this time from above, the angle making them look fuller, more exposed. Click. Click. Click. He kept going, hundreds of pictures. your legs spread wide, your hands trailing over your skin, your fingers brushing your nipples, your lips parted in a silent moan. The bulge in his jeans was unmistakable now, straining hard against the denim and you smirked, reveling in the power you held over him.

Finally, he lowered the camera, his chest heaving. You reached for your clothes, but before you could grab them, he lunged. The shirt was yanked from your hands and tossed across the room and then he was on you. his mouth crashing into yours, hard and desperate. You gasped into the kiss, tasting the urgency on his tongue as he pushed you back against the couch.

“Riki-” you started, but he cut you off with a growl, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them apart.

“You think you can tease me like that and just walk away?” His voice was rough, laced with something dark and possessive. He shoved his jeans down just enough to free himself, his cock springing out, thick and hard, the tip already glistening. You barely had time to process it before he was between your legs, pressing himself against your slick entrance.

“Wait-” you breathed, but it wasn’t a protest, not really. He paused only long enough to meet your eyes, searching for any real resistance. When he found none, he thrust in, deep, unrelenting, filling you completely in one brutal stroke. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as your body stretched to take him.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his forehead pressed against yours. “So tight, so wet. just for me, yeah?”

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, clinging to him as he started to move, each thrust sharp and deliberate, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. His hands roamed your body like he owned it, gripping your hips, squeezing your breasts, thumbing your nipples until you were a moaning mess beneath him.

“Look at you,” he rasped, his pace picking up, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “Taking me so well. My good girl.” The praise hit you like a drug, making you clench around him, desperate for more. He noticed, fuck, he always noticed and smirked down at you. “You like that, huh? Like being mine?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, lost in the rhythm of him, the way he claimed you with every thrust. His control was slipping, you could tell. his movements were growing erratic, his grip on your thighs was bruising. He was close and so were you, the pressure building inside you until it was almost unbearable.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. “Let me feel you, baby, come on.”

That was all it took. Your orgasm crashed over you, white hot and blinding, your walls fluttering around him as you screamed his name. He cursed under his breath, thrusting through it, dragging out every last pulse until you were trembling and spent.

But he wasn’t done. His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep one last time, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. You felt it, the hot rush of him spilling inside you, thick and unrestrained, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself completely. He stayed there, pressed against you, breathing hard, his release leaking out around him, dripping down your thighs. You clenched again, involuntarily and he shuddered, a broken moan escaping his lips as the last of it spilled out.

For a moment, it was just the two of you, sweaty, spent, tangled together. Then he pulled out slowly, watching as his cum dripped from your pussy, pooling beneath you. “Shit, that’s hot,” he muttered, grabbing the camera one last time. Click. A final shot of your wrecked body, his claim glistening on your skin.

You swatted at him weakly, laughing despite yourself. “Perv.”

“Says the one who liked it,” he shot back, setting the camera aside and collapsing next to you. He pulled you into his chest, his lips brushing your temple. “You’re okay, right?”

You nodded, still catching your breath. “More than okay.”

“Good.” He sounded smug, but there was a softness in the way he held you, like he knew this was more than just a game. And maybe it was. Maybe those secret photos, that unspoken line he’d crossed, had unlocked something between you. something raw and dangerous and addictive.

You didn’t confront him about the pictures that night. Or the next. Instead, you let it simmer, a silent promise of more to come. Because now you knew what he saw through that lens and you weren’t afraid to give him everything.

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