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enhaniki-san · 7 days ago

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snitch - reader x niki ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

warnings: very suggestive content, making out, cursing, etc...

you stared out the window of the bus. your legs bouncing uncontrollably while your hands gripped the strap of your bag.

niki’s sister sat next to you with phone in hand but her focus kept drifting back to you. she raised her brow, leaning a little closer. "hey, are you okay?"

you snapped out of your thoughts, blinking rapidly. "huh? yeah, i’m fine."

"no, you’re not." she nudged your arm with hers. "you’ve been weird ever since we left the house. you’re quiet, and you’re acting… i don’t know, nervous or something. what’s up?"

you opened your mouth to respond, you just sighed as there are no words coming out.

because earlier that day, you were in niki's room sitting cross-legged on the floor, flipping through magazines while his sister searched his desk drawers.

the room smelled faintly of his cologne. fresh and manly which is a scent that always remain whenever niki was nearby.

"i swear, he never keeps anything organized." she muttered while tossing random things in the room. "i just need to find that charger and then we’re out of here."

"you’re invading my space." niki showed up, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and wearing a smirk in his lips.

"well, i know for a fact that my charger is here." his sister shot him a glare. "why don’t you make yourself useful?"

"i am." niki said smugly. "i’m supervising."

you snorted while flipping a page in the magazine.

his gaze snapped to you, and you regretted even reacting. niki's smirk widened. "what? jealous i’m not paying attention to you for once?" he teased, stepping into the room.

you scoffed, looking up at him. "don’t flatter yourself.”

his sister groaned, annoyed that she knows exactly where this is going. "both of you, shut up. i found it." she held up the tangled mess of cords then turned to you. "be right back! i'll just to grab my bag in my room."

"take your time, sis." niki said then stepped aside to let his sister pass.

the door shut behind him with a soft click. suddenly, the room felt smaller. the sound of niki's footsteps, creaking of the floor and the faint rustling of the magazine pages are the only thing you could hear.

slowly, you lifted your eyes to look at him and the look on his face made your heart jump.

"looks like it’s just us now." niki said then he bit his lip.

your stomach twisted but you kept your tone calm and steady. "and?"

niki crouched in front of you, so close you could see the faint freckles scattered across his nose.

"and i’ve been dying to do this."

you blinked, confused, before you could ask what he meant, his hand cupped your cheek.

the warmth of his touch sent a jolt throughout your body and the next thing you know his lips were on yours.

it wasn’t soft or gentle. niki kissed you like he couldn’t hold it back anymore, like he’d been waiting for this moment and wasn’t about to waste it. his thumb traced your neck as his lips moved against yours, leading you into a kiss that's leaving you both breathless.

the magazine slipped from your hands as you melt under all the intensity. your heart is pounding so hard it drowned out every rational thought.

niki made everything else fade away.

the sound of footsteps echoed and niki pulled back immediately. his lips were swollen and his breathing uneven. he stood up then covered his mouth, casually leaning back against the wall again like nothing had happened.

the door creaked open and his sister walked in, holding her bag. "ready to go?"

you looked down to hide your face and wiped your mouth before looking at his sister. slowly, you stood up and glared at niki but he didn’t even looked at you.

"yeah." you answered, standing up with shaky legs.

"good. let’s go!" his sister said cheerfully. totally oblivious to what happened in the room just a few seconds ago.

and as you followed her out, you dared one last glance over your shoulder. niki was still leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and a faint smirk playing on his lips.

now, you're on the bus and you can't seem to forget the feeling of making out with niki earlier, the way he touched you, the smug smirk he had thrown your way when you're about to walk out... it all played like an endless loop in your mind.

"i'm- i’m just tired." you said finally, forcing a weak smile. "didn’t get much sleep last night."

niki's sister didn’t seem convinced and her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied your face. you avoided her gaze, trying to focus on the passing buildings outside.

"okay, but you’re literally anxious." she gestured toward your legs, which were still bouncing uncontrollably. "is something bothering you? that stupid niki said something dumb again, didn't he?"

your heart jumped when she mentioned niki's name. you clenched your fists. "no!" you said quickly, a little too defensive. "why would you say that?"

she shrugged, leaning back against the seat. "i don’t know? he loves annoying you and i know you can’t stand him most of the time. i just thought maybe he said something that offended you or made you angry."

you bit your lip as the truth bubbling dangerously close to the surface.

it's not what he said, it's what he did.

"really, i’m fine." you said, trying to steady your voice. "just tired, that’s all."

niki's sister watched you for a moment the she sighed. "alright, if you say so. but seriously, if something’s bothering you, you can tell me. you know that, right?"

you nodded while guilt growing inside you. she had no idea what had happened and the thought of telling her made your stomach twist.

how could you admit that her brother, her annoying, unpredictable brother had kissed you and you didn’t even pushed him away?

the bus reached to a stop. you stood up, slinging the bag over your shoulder. "come on, this is us."

you followed her silently, your legs still shaky as you stepped off the bus. the chill air hit your face but it did little to clear your spinning thoughts.

and as you walked side by side, niki's sister chatted about something that had happened at school, but you're barely hearing her words. your mind was still stuck to what happened in niki’s room, replaying the way he had kissed you.

she stopped abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk, turning to face you. "alright, that’s it. spill. what’s going on with you?"

you shook your head but she continued. "you’re acting so weird and i know it’s not just because you’re tired."

you froze and her stare pinning you in place. your heart pounded in your chest and for a moment, you considered brushing it off again.

"your brother kissed me."

her jaw dropped and she stared at you like you’d just said the most ridiculous thing she have ever heard. "what the hell?"

you swallowed hard, struggling to talk as you felt your cheeks burning. "back at the house. before we left. he… he kissed me."

her mouth opened and closed as she also struggled to form a response. "i-" meanwhile, your heart felt like it might beat out of your chest.

few days later, you and niki's sister agreed to hang out at her house again, though you had to admit, the idea of going back made your stomach twist but when she told you niki wasn’t home, you eventually agreed. you can't see him. you needed a break from everything that had happened, especially after that one hell of a kiss you still couldn’t quite process.

you settled into the couch, trying to distract yourself with some random conversation but it wasn’t long before her phone buzzed urgently.

"you said he wouldn't be here!" you hissed, glancing nervously at the front door as niki’s sister grabbed her bag.

"i didn’t know either! he said he wasn’t coming home today." she said apologetically. "i’m so sorry, but i really have to go. it's an emergency. you’ll be fine, okay? just ignore him or fucking push him."

and before you could protest, she was already out the door. you exhaled, dreading the thought of being alone with him. of course, it was only a few seconds before niki sneaked into the living room.

"well, well, i didn’t know there was a rat here." he said with a smirk, dropping onto the couch comfortably.

you rolled your eyes then crossed your arms.

he tilted his head, his smile widening. "you know, i didn’t think you’d actually snitch on me." he added. "you liked it, don't you?"

"oh, please. you’re not funny." you scoffed, already annoyed.

he scooted closer, leaning in just enough to invade your space. "honestly, i’d do it again." he said quietly, low tone and teasing. "but I guess you don’t like it."

problem was, you did like it. Too much.

"can you get off me?" you snapped, trying to push him away but he was quicker. his hands grabbed your arms, holding you in place as he turned you to face him.

niki's grin turned mischievous as he leaned in closer. "relax." he whispered, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his presence making it impossible to think.

"i'll stop, okay?" he said with his voice muffled against your skin. "just let me stay like this for a minute."

he then eventually shifted, releasing you from his hold. he stood up slowly, and instead of walking away, he crouched slightly to bring himself eye-level with you as you sat frozen on the couch.

his hands reached out to gently cup your face, thumbs brushing against your cheeks and his stare roamed over your face.

neither of you spoke for a moment. niki's usual teasing smirk is gone, replaced by a soft longing look. "sorry if i made you uncomfortable, y/n." he said, voice unusually quiet and sincere. "i won’t do it again."

but just as you opened your mouth to respond, niki leaned in. his lips met yours in a kiss that was quick yet impossibly long at the same time. it was firm and deep, stealing every thought from your mind as his hands held your face gently.

the world seemed to stop again and the only thing you could feel is the way his lips molded perfectly against yours.

his lips stayed close for a fraction longer than they should have, as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go. niki's hands falled from your face then cleared his throat after he straightened himself. for a second, he just stood there, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t read.

"that’s the last time." he softly then continued. "i promise."

without another word, niki turned and walked away, leaving you stunned, dizzy, with your lips tingling from the kiss.

then the next few days were… strange.

niki didn’t tease or corner you, he wasn't smirking at you from across the room and he didn’t even invade your space with his infuriating confidence. he barely even acknowledged you.

at first, you told yourself this was exactly what you wanted. after all, you’d spent so much time annoyed by his constant teasing. but as the days stretched on? the silence started to hurt you.

and niki was just there, of course. passing by, sitting on the couch when you're coming over to visit his sister. yet, he acted like you didn’t exist. no exchanges, banters, no comments, not even a glance in your direction.

it was unsettling.

you found yourself watching him more than you should, waiting for him to say something, anything. but he didn’t.

and it drove you crazy.

why isn't he teasing you anymore? why isn't he leaning close, crowding your space, making you breathless, annoyed-

you hated how much you noticed the absence of his attention and you hated it even more when you realized how desperate it made you feel.

it didn’t make sense. you had told yourself you couldn’t stand him, and that his antics were irritating at best. you always want to punch him in his face. but now, without him, your chest felt hollow and your body felt colder than usual.

it was quiet in their house as you leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling through your phone. you had just been talking to niki’s sister before she left to grab something from the store, leaving you alone again.

you heard soft sound of footsteps behind you, and when you turned, there he was. niki, looking effortlessly handsome as ever, hands tucked casually in his pockets.

"where’s my sister?" he asked you, eyes briefly flicked to yours.

you gulped. "she just went to grab something at the store." you replied, trying to keep your cool.

"oh." he nodded and turned to leave.

your heart raced as you watched him about to walk away, something inside you screaming for you to do something, to stop him. before you could stop yourself, his name slipped from your lips. "niki..."

he paused, turning his head slightly to look at you over his shoulder. "what?"

you hesitated, looking at his eyes. "it’s… nothing." you whispered, immediately regretting it.

niki let out a soft sigh and turned fully towards you, his hands now resting on his hips. inhaling deeply, he then exhaled slowly before speaking. "just say it." he said, his voice steady but full of anticipation.

your throat felt tight but still, the words blurted out before you could overthink them. "i miss you, niki."

for a moment, niki froze. internally, he was screaming. he is screaming. pure, unfiltered joy rushed through him, so loud in his head he could hardly think. you missed him. you actually said you missed him.

niki wanted to jump, to shout, to do anything to release the excitement surging through his body but he kept his composure.

he knew he would play this perfectly. the lack of teasing, the distance. he knew you’d miss him. and he would make you realize it yourself.

with a calmness that betrayed the whirlwind inside him, he stepped closer. he smiled then looked at your eyes, his expression is unreadable again except for the slightest glimmer of triumph in his eyes.

when he reached you, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a firm yet gentle embrace. he didn’t say anything, just leaned down to press a kiss on top of your head.

then without letting go, he kissed your temple. then your cheek. then your forehead.

the tender affection of his kisses made you chuckle softly, breaking the tension in the air. "niki…" you giggled, your hands moving to rest on his arms, feeling the warmth of his skin.

you felt his lips move across your face, pressing soft, long kisses in a way that felt both comforting and possessive, as if he was silently claiming you, telling you without words just how much he wanted this.

how much he wanted you.

"stop laughing." he murmured against your temple, though there was a hint of a smile in his voice.

"I can’t." you whispered, your fingers lightly gripping his arms. "you're..."

"perfect?" he teased, finally pulling back slightly, his face hovering close to yours with a grin tugging at his lips.

you rolled your eyes, giggles softening as you looked up at him. "maybe."

"what? maybe?" he echoed, his grin widening as he leaned in to press another quick kiss to your cheek. "you’re lucky i’m in a good mood."

you smiled, tip toeing to give him a kiss. your heart fluttering as niki stayed close with his arms never loosening their hold.

a/n: alexa please play shinee - replay

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im-yn-suckers · 1 month ago

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ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ? ✧˖° bf!riki x gf!reader ✧˖° tw: kissies, cuddles, mention of stress, reader is said to be short but that could literally js mean shorter than him, and only sorta maybe perhaps a little kinda self indulgent bc i want a riki ^^ a little disclaimer: idk if riki listens to all of these, as they just come off of my playlist !

your desk is covered in pens, pencils, sticky notes and other supplies. ah yes, another paper, but this time you finished in time. previously you were worrying about getting in on time and if you did it right. will the professor think its good? will i get a good grade? i hope i didnt mess up

all of these thoughts crowded your mind for days maybe even weeks. it brought you tears and pride. the final paper you so horridly dreaded now turned in as you leave your desk, not bothering to clean it up. you walk over to your bf, who was busy playing league on the couch, that filled up, almost, the entire room.

you plop down next to him, leaning on his shoulder. his scent intoxicating you, god, how you missed it for the last 3 hours. "you done pretty girl?" he asks, though not looking down, too focused on his game. you only nod. minutes pass and youre still cuddled up to him. soon enough, he turns the tv off and turns toward you, fully sideways. he lets himself fall back onto the couch, allowing you to fall w him.

a giggle leaves his pretty lips, as you fall on top of him. the couch cant fit the both of you so he improvised. you lay your head on his shoulder, almost his clavicle. you lightly peck the skin-exposed by his black hoodie-covered by pretty moles. "youre squishing me!" "shhh this was all you" he sighs in defeat. "lets go to the bed then" you sigh, not wanting to move.

on the bed, you two lay on your backs, close together. something about his calm presence when you two are in bed, ready to fall asleep, is so comforting. maybe it was his scent, as mentioned, its intoxicating, almost dizzying. or maybe his giant figure next to yours, offering a sense of protection. maybe his soft breaths as he lays down, scrolling tiktok, not quite ready to sleep, yet.

"baby, baby!" he perks up, seeing a video "hm?" you respond, on the verge of falling asleep. your eyelids droopy. "lets make a playlist and take turns adding songs!" you giggle as you hear the idea, finding it quite endearing. you nod in agreement. he opens his laptop and pulls up spotify.

tapping the plus, he creates a new playlist. "what should we name it?" he asks, trying to complete the first step. "mmmm idk, something short but cute" he types in your name to tease you. "hey!" "what?? you said short and cute!" he deletes the name, trying to think of a new one.

"wait! ki! yk the song tell my momma by kard?" you have an idea, hoping its a good one. "uhm i know OF it, why?" "how bout we put 'ill do anything to make our love last long'?" you suggest a long but sweet lyric "baby, thats corny" "so is making a playlist tgt" silence. "ugh ig ure right" you giggle and he puts down the lyric.

"ok songs, you add one first" he pushes the laptop your way and you think for a moment you add the first song, every kind of way by h.e.r, he smiles seeing the song. he takes his turn "where is love" by 3house. your turn again, "wa-r-r" by colde. his turn again, "someone like u" by lullaboy "infranumi" by steve lacy, "pink+white" by frank ocean. "seasons" by wave to earth, "3:00 am" by finding hope it goes back and forth adding songs and laughing

once you two finish, he shuts the laptop, reaching over to set it down. he turns to his side to grab you and pull you close to him. his arms wrapping around you. he presses a little kiss to your lips saying goodnight.

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miumura · 25 days ago

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WHEN OUR EYES MET ⌇ N.RIKI ──── ᡣ𐭩

THE MOMENT HE LAID HIS EYES ON YOU he knew something was wrong. Unlike his usual behavior, Ni-ki found himself rushing over to you as soon as he heard you crying all alone. It felt strange for him to act this way, but he couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you sad instead of your usual bright self.

FOREVER BY YOUR SIDE ᝰ.ᐟ tsundere!ni-ki x fem!reader ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

OUR LOVE STORY high school au, classmates to lovers, fluff, comfort ( ♡ ) EVEN WHEN reader is crying, riki is just a slightly awkward, worried guy … MY LOVE STILL IS AND REMAINS ENDLESS ─── ⟡

OUR TIME SPENT TOGETHER 1.3K+ ( 1324 words )

MY HEART STAYS WITH YOU FOREVER ─── ♡

ALL THE WORDS HE COULDN'T SAY happy ni-ki day <3 !! ni-ki fic, we cheered!! i was just casually listening to one of those playlists on youtube and suddenly this fic was the outcome ☝️

No matter how hard he tried, Ni-ki could never get you to stop glancing his way. He didn't know what he had done—maybe it was the accidental eye contact or the time he lent you a pencil that wasn’t even his—but somehow, you managed to cling onto him.

You and Ni-ki were entirely different people. You were bubbly and bright, while he was reserved—or as others might say, the boring type. But you never saw him that way. You always enjoyed his presence, even when his responses were short and curt.

It was as if you saw something in him that he couldn’t see. He couldn't wrap his head around why, especially since you clearly had better people to hang out with and be friends with. Yet, you still kept trying to spend time with him despite his endless refusals.

Even so, that doesn’t mean Ni-ki hated you. He never held a personal grudge against you, and he doesn’t think he ever will. He just found you slightly less bothersome than the others. So, as much as anyone would, he was surprised when he saw you sitting alone on the staircase.

What were you doing there all by yourself?

He was heading down the stairs to retrieve something from his locker, and there you were, sitting in the middle of the stairway. It was odd that he recognized you from the back alone, but even more odd was seeing you there, so out of character for your usual bubbly self.

He tried to get a closer look from a distance, not wanting you to notice him. As he quieted his steps, a sniffle made him freeze. It took him a moment to realize you were crying.

All alone.

And he didn’t like the thought of that. He hadn’t seen you at all today, and the first time he’s seeing you is in a not-so-good state. Ni-ki didn’t feel good that you were crying. He hurriedly looked into his bag, grabbing something hastily before heading down the stairs to meet you.

He still tried to be quiet, not wanting to startle you. He soon found himself sitting beside you, watching as you tried to wipe your tears with your hands.

“Here,” he said in his low-toned voice, moving the tissue pack closer to your view as you looked down at your bag. You recognized his voice and quickly looked up, shocked that Ni-ki had found you here. He was looking away, avoiding your gaze, knowing you probably didn’t want anyone to see you like this.

He still held out his pack of tissues, waiting for it to leave his hand. He knew this was out of the ordinary for him; he usually would’ve just left a crying person alone. But seeing you, he couldn’t bear to turn away like he normally would.

You mumbled a quick thank you, grabbing the tissues from him. You tried to hurriedly stop your tears, thinking you’d cried enough—especially in front of him. Ni-ki finally looked your way, watching as you opened the pack.

He had never seen you cry before. You were always so happy that he even wondered how you managed to keep such positive energy. It was nothing to complain about; you simply wanted others to feel the same way you did.

Just like with him, you always tried to make him smile. But now, here you were, revealing that you also had your troublesome moments, even if you didn’t want to let it show.

He stared at your eyes, noticing how puffy they were getting. His heart swelled; the sight was almost unbearable. But what hurt even more was seeing you still trying to pretend you were okay, holding back the tears you had freely shed when you thought no one was around.

Ni-ki had never felt more upset at you than he did now. He didn’t want you to feel you had to keep up this image all the time around him; he wanted to be someone you could trust, someone with whom you had no worries about always impressing.

Were you always the one to cry to yourself?

“It’s okay to cry, Y/N,” he said, catching you off guard as you tried to blink your tears away. “You don’t have to pretend. It’s just me. I’m here.”

Those words were enough to make your eyes well up with tears again, and you quickly grabbed a tissue to cover your eyes. Ni-ki looked at you worriedly, not expecting you to cry so easily at that. He couldn’t help but think he might’ve said something wrong. He was about to apologize when your reddened eyes met his, your gaze giving a reassuring look.

“Thank you, Ni-ki,” you managed to say, a smile forming on your face. Ni-ki was shocked at how easily you were able to smile, especially considering the circumstances. It was even more surprising that you smiled at something he did. He had always seen himself as reserved and distant, not someone who could bring comfort to others.

Your smile had a strange effect on him. Instead of feeling awkward or out of place, Ni-ki felt a sense of ease wash over him. He had never been the type to comfort anyone, but seeing you smile because of his small gesture made him feel oddly content.

“You’re really something else,” he murmured, almost to himself, as he looked at you. He wasn’t sure if you heard him, but it didn’t matter. For the first time, he felt like his presence might actually mean something to someone else.

He continued to stay put, feeling a silent connection form between you two. At that moment, the differences between your personalities didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was that you were there, together, and for once, Ni-ki didn’t feel the need to distance himself.

“You seriously don’t understand how much that means to me,” you said, wiping your tears. “Thank you for the tissues again, Ni-ki.”

He nodded in response, trying to get another look at your expression. He could feel your bright character reemerging, and he was glad you were feeling better. Despite this comforting thought, he stayed by your side, feeling the need to be there for you. You had always been there for him, and now it was his turn to do the same.

“You can call me Riki, you know,” he said, breaking the comforting silence. Your eyes met again, and he noticed how they crinkled with amusement.

“Oh, okay—thank you, Riki,” you managed to chuckle, your smile becoming less forced. He could tell this was a genuine one, and he couldn’t help but feel his heartstrings tugged. Ni-ki never knew how much someone calling him by that name could make him feel happy, and most importantly, how someone like you could make him feel so different from how he usually acted.

In that moment, Ni-ki realized just how much you had come to mean to him. It wasn’t just about being polite or kind—it was about genuinely caring for someone who had always cared for him. And as he sat there with you, he felt a new sense of purpose and connection, something he hadn’t experienced before.

Ni-ki still never understood why you found him so special, and he might never will.

But he knew you were special. Something about your smiles, the way your eyes sparkled and your lips tugged at the corners, it was mesmerizing. Even with just one brief look, he couldn’t help but feel the need to always see it. You didn’t know how your simple smile could make someone’s day ten times better.

He wanted to see you happy—you looked so pretty when you were happy.

So, that became his promise. A promise he intended to keep, no matter what. He would never let you lose the very smile that made you special, the sight that made him realize how much he really liked you.

💬 : writing this fic lwk got me clutching my chest

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leaderwonim · 10 months ago

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i’m just a teenage dirtbag baby ( like you. )

based on this edit !!

pairing. troublemaker!nishimura riki x goody-two-shoes!fem!reader

summary. nishimura riki was infamous for being handsome and also quite the character. he’d purposely throw papers everywhere, bump into people without a care, and ditch class like it was nothing. you were the complete opposite, but deep down, nishimura riki knew you were just like him

warnings. cursing, smoking, riki destroys someone’s private property 😭, riki is your typical teenage dirtbag, he also calls her sweets

“Hey.”

Nishimura Riki slides onto the seat right next to yours, blinking twice as much as he should be. You knew it was one of his teasing habits, meant to make you shift uncomfortably under his gaze.

“What do you want Nishimura?”

He puts his hand over his chest, pretending he’s wounded by your words. “Nishimura? We’re on last name basis sweets?”

“Shut up,” you say, pushing his face away with your index finger. “I have exams to study for.”

“Let me see.” He ignores your protests, flipping your textbook to his side as he eyes the papers. “Ew, mathematics? You’re a bigger nerd than I thought sweets.”

“Don’t call me sweets.” You say, sticking out your tongue in annoyance. “And get out of here.”

He lifts both hands in surrender, “alright, alright, I’ll leave sweets. Gotta meet Jungwon anyways.”

You thank whoever above was listening to your pleas of making Riki leave. Turning around to face the desk he was in, you realize he hadn’t pushed in his chair.

“Nishimura!” You groan out loud, pushing it in with your foot. This earns you a shush from the librarian, which only fuels your hatred towards the Japanese boy.

.♡.

“Y/N! Is that you?” There was Nishimura Riki’s annoying voice again, the one voice that you dread to hear everytime you entered school.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than annoy other people?” You ask, face clearly unimpressed.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed.”

You glare at Jungwon’s unneeded input in the conversation, which makes him snicker and look away.

“You guys are ditching again?”

Riki and Jungwon shrug, making you roll your eyes. Of course the two were ditching, why did you even ask?

“We were gonna stop by the cigarette shop and get a pack or two.”

Jungwon elbows Riki, as if he wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.

“What? We can trust Y/N, isn’t that right sweets?”

“You still call her sweets?” Jungwon groans. “Gross dude. Let’s go.”

Jungwon starts walking, Riki closely following behind him. Just before they exit the school corridors, the boy throws you a wink, one that you roll your eyes at.

“You’ll love me one day sweets!” He shouts.

“In your dreams Nishimura!”

.♡.

It seemed like nothing was going your way. The next week had approached and even though it was barely Monday, your teachers decided it was a good idea to assign a bunch of exams on the same day.

With quivering hands, you tried not to get the tears that were currently coming out of your eyes onto your physics paper, which was marked with a 68.

How on earth did you get a 68? You were so sure you knew the formulas that were needed for the exam, but what was on the test looked completely different from what you expected.

You could barely find it in yourself to walk home, legs practically dragging across the concrete floor as you wipe your tears away with your windbreaker.

“Sweets?”

Although your normal self would snarl at the nickname and the voice it belonged to—you found yourself too tired and miserable to care at this point.

“Riki?”

You wipe your eyes again, vision clearing in enough to make out Riki leaning against one of the large trees a few meters away from the school.

“Hey, what’s wrong sweets?” He takes the cigarette that was currently dangling on his mouth out, squishing the head of it on the dirt floor beside him.

“Are you smoking again? That’s bad for you and you know it.”

“Geez sweets,” he laughs, finally standing up. “You looked like you just bawled your eyes out yet you still have enough energy to lecture me?”

“Shut up.”

“Ah, there she is again.”

Riki makes his way closer to you, head peering down to reach your level.

“Don’t cry.” He says softly, and it’s the first time you heard him in that tone. “Makes your eyes all red and scary.”

“Yah!”

He laughs when you hit him on the shoulder, sound that used to make you frown but you were weirdly enjoying it now.

“I’m kidding sweets!” He slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. “You’re pretty, even when you have tear stains all over you.”

The two of you continue walking, you not too sure where Riki was even taking you.

“Where are we going?” You sniffle, looking around the area.

“This new arcade, cmon, I’ll drive us.”

The two of you are in front of his beaten down Toyota, although it looks pretty clean from the inside. You thought Riki’s car would be an absolute mess, but it seemed like he was a clean freak when you opened the door to the smell of vanilla and cinnamon.

“You actually clean your car?”

“I’m offended you thought I didn’t sweets!” He says, frowning. “Thankfully, I don’t hold grudges.”

He puts the key in, hands tapping against his leather seat. “Wanna tell me why you’re so sad?”

He places a hand on the head of your seat, body twisting back with one hand on the wheel to pull out of his parking spot. He looked incredibly handsome doing such a basic task that it almost made your ability to speak go away.

“I got a 68 on my physics test.” You say, shoulders defeated.

“No way.” He continues driving, eyes glancing back and forth from the road to you. “Mr. Yuji’s class right? Fucking hate him.”

“Yeah well, I do too.”

Riki takes a road that you’re unfamiliar with, and he suddenly stops the car in front of a house.

“What are you doing Riki?” You say, watching as he opens his trunk and leaves the car.

“Doing something I should’ve done a long time ago.”

He pulls out a bat, and your eyes widen when he smashes it against a mailbox, crushing it in completely.

“Holy shit!” You shriek, eyes widening as Riki throws back the bat into the trunk, closing it with a loud bang.

He runs back to the car, slamming the door behind him.

“And that’s for Y/N motherfucker!” He yells before driving off, his boyish laughter could be heard from a distance.

“You’re crazy.” You breathe out, body still in shock from what you witnessed. “Who’s mailbox was that?”

“Mr. Yuji’s.” He smirks, eyes still on the road. “Let’s just say—this isn’t the first time I’ve been to his residence.”

“Wow.” You rest your head against Riki’s cold windows, still taking in what just happened. “Thank you?”

“You’re welcome sweets.” He smiles, teeth practically shinning like the movies. “Now how about that arcade I promised you earlier?”

.♡.

After hanging out with Riki at the arcade on Monday, you realized the boy wasn’t as bad as you thought.

He had won you a gigantic brown teddy bear, a cliché that you never thought would have happened to you after failing your physics exam.

He made you name it James The Third, and made you promise that it was your child and you had to take care of it while he was away.

“I heard you hung out with Nishimura this weekend!” You swore nothing could go past Byeol, who was currently geeking at the sudden news of you and Riki being so close.

“Shh, keep your voice down!”

Byeol wiggles her eyebrows, giggling at your stressed state. “You two are so cute! Opposites attract!”

You start to walk away from her, using the excuse that class has started. Sure Riki was handsome and weirdly—nice—you weren’t sure what your feelings about him were yet.

“Hi.”

You basically flinch out of your seat when you see him right next to you. He had a can of soy milk and a slice of chocolate cake with him.

“I brought you soy milk, hopefully you like it.”

You give him a small smile, not trusting your words enough to actually speak. Thankfully for you, the teacher entered right after, starting her lesson on trigonometry.

“Nishimura Riki, do you really have to eat in my class?” The teacher stops writing, placing her chalk on the board as she stares directly into Riki’s eyes.

He looks up from the bangs poking at his eyes, giving the teacher a stupid smile.

“Yes Mrs. Park, I’m very hungry.”

“Very well.” She wants to scowl at Riki, you could tell by her furrowed eyebrows. But she doesn’t, instead, picking up her chalk again to continue the lesson.

3 minutes don’t even past when Riki’s chewing gets incredibly loud and obnoxious, making you place a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from bursting out laughing.

“Is the chocolate cake that good, Riki?” The teacher asks, trying not to completely snap at the boy.

“It’s sooo good.” Riki says, smiling fully with his teeth.

The class blurts out in laughter and hysteria, making Mrs. Park practically crush the chalk that was in her hand.

“That’s it! Go outside Nishimura Riki!”

He rolls his eyes, standing up from his seat. “Fine, but I was just eating cake.”

He looks over to you, who was currently giggling underneath your breath. He gives you a small smile, flicking your forehead softly before leaving the room, leaving you a blushing mess.

.♡.

“Pssst.”

You turn around, already knowing who was on the other side.

Of course Nishimura Riki was there.

“I’ve got two tickets to see Arctic Monkeys, come with me Friday night?”

You shake your head softly. “Oh I don’t know Riki, I have to study.”

“Don’t say that sweets,” he groans, head slumping into your shoulder. “Have some fun!”

“Shhh!” You look around, thankful the librarian wasn’t here to scold you guys. “Okay, okay, I’ll go. Just be quiet.”

“Yay!” He cheers, and it’s the happiest you’ve ever seen of the boy. “I’ll pick you up, okay? Friday night, 8pm exactly.”

“Okay Riki,” you say. “I’ll see you.”

Friday comes by in a flash, and you weren’t sure what to wear to the concert.

Despite it being your last year of being a teenager, you still haven’t attended one. So you were in a real struggle to pick what would be perfect.

You decided to go with a plain black top and cream colored cargos that hugged your waist, one without straps so your shoulders could be out. You were sure it’d get hot in the concert with all the people that would be attending.

“You look cute.” Riki says as he rows down the window. “Get in.”

The stadium is only 20 minutes away from your house, and you’re starting to get nervous when you realize how many people were attending.

“Hey,” Riki says, taking ahold of your hand when he notices it shaking. “It’ll be the most fun night of your life. I promise.”

And he was right. Although you were sure you weren’t going to enjoy it all that much, you found yourself singing and swaying along to the music.

The stadium was dim, making the music hit even ten times harder.

When I wanna be yours started playing, your vision was focused on the band whereas Riki’s eyes were focused on you.

“Hey!” You giggle, catching him staring at you. “Focus on the music dummy! You’re the one who bought the tickets.”

“Yeah yeah,” he says, smiling ear to ear. “The concert’s great and all but you’re even better.”

You don’t get to question his words before he crashes his lips onto yours with the lyrics wanna be yours blasting in the background.

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☆ ☆ ☆ You’re All Skin n’ Bones, Baby

— ⊹ ⛓️ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ♯ Trouble Maker!N.RK x Good Girl!Reader 🍴

⛓️ 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 ♯ When your father, a.k.a the dean of your university, sets you on a quest to help the troubled transfer student from your art class rewrite the rebellious narrative staining his character, you two find yourselves falling for each other, discovering a new art of taking chances, making mistakes, and getting messy...

⛓️ 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦 ♯ Swearing, Awkward Situations, Riki Vandalizes Your University with Graffiti, Name-Calling (Flirting), Kissing (With Tongue), Hickeys (Kinda), Riki Has A Tattoo, Lingering Touches (Nothing Below The Belt), Suggestive Jokes, Reckless Behavior, Some Fluff and Angst if You Squint

⛓️ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 ♯ 4.2k ──── 「生きがい」

Friday, The Dean's Office, 3:32 p.m.

“Simply put, Riki is a very misunderstood youth, and you, _____, so happen to be one of the few people who sincerely understand him.”

You stared back at your father, who sat in his leather chair at his desk, a dumbfounded expression upon your face as you crossed your arms. “And you're telling me all of this because of what again?”

“Because I need your help,” Riki butted in from where he sat beside where you stood on your feet, drawing your attention back to his casual disposition.

From the way his long legs extended lazily before him to the way his black combat boots hit the ground with loud thumps every time his foot bounced out of boredom, the poor kid was just as big as his behavioral problems...

That is, roughly 187 centimeters worth...

However, in spite of his large stature and occasional bouts of clumsiness, Riki Nishimura was lighter than a feather on his feet when it came to dancing, a.k.a., one of the few things in his life that he found joy in, aside from you, his family, and the comfort of his bed...

Looking back at your father, he gave you a pleading look, hoping that he would somehow soften your heart without the use of any more words.

And it’s not that you didn't want to help Riki...

I mean, he was one of your closest friends, and you otherwise would've leaped at any opportunity to spend more time with him, so long as it wasn't under such circumstances.

In the past, your father never really approved of your friendship with Riki, simply because he had a track record of rebellion according to the other universities he attended and ended up getting kicked out of.

'A homeschooled delinquent,' some would call him, but you preferred sweeter names for him—names that described the real him.

It's just that the whole idea of having you, the “perfect student,” coach a more troubled peer seemed like a poor excuse of a publicity stunt.

Riki was much more to you than that... he deserved better than to be scrutinized like some sort of criminal just for being his authentic self.

And the odd reality was that you and the other kids at your university with allegedly clean records were no different from Riki.

All misguided and all a little reckless here and there...

Taking risks was part of being young, last time you checked.

The only difference is that Riki wasn't as good at hiding those parts of him like the rest of the students at your university were...

They were either forced or pressured to hide behind a mask that resembled good grades, perfect attendance... stuck within a cookie-cutter framework, and exhibiting perpetual compliance to the ways of the academic world—

“Fine,” you sighed, straightening your posture to appear more obliging than you were actually feeling, “but only if you promise not to make this some sort of project, Dad... Riki's my friend, not some charity case to make you look good.”

Your father scoffed at your insulting words. “What do you take me as, some kind of crook? Such a thought never even crossed my mind, _____,” he corrected sternly before continuing, “My concerns for Riki come from a good place and have nothing to do with what I can gain from you agreeing to help us-”

“Fix him, right?” You interrupt, making a shy smirk tug at the corners of Riki's mouth at the awkward tension in the room now.

“Honey, you know that's not what this is about,” your father sighs, getting up from his seat and straightening out his suit. “Riki is not a broken lamp that he should be fixed... but a lost soul in need of positive redirecting.”

“And who better to help than a fellow peer?” Riki winks at you, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Precisely,” the dean finishes, pushing his chair under the desk before making his way to the office door. “I expect you two to run into hurdles on this journey, but hopefully it's a process that helps you both grow... together...”

You shake your head, uncrossing your arms from over your chest as your father’s eyes flicker between you and Riki now.

“Oh, and one more thing, ____... this young man may be troubled to some degree, but he can certainly teach you a lesson or two on respect.”

Slam.

The office door closed slowly, but with its habitually loud locking sound, making your insides shake a bit.

You look back at Riki, who only had a shrug to offer you, though you knew your father was expecting you and Riki to see yourselves out of his office.

So y’all did, all the way to your separate homes, where you would dread the following Monday when Project: “Positively Redirect” Riki would commence!...

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

Next Monday, ART Room 8080, 5:30 p.m.

The bottom of your ass was stinging given how long you had been sitting in the uncomfortable desk chair.

Your back had also started to burn with a similar pain, and the only thing that seemed to delight you amidst the lengthy "Elements of Art" lecture was once again the tall boy sitting beside you.

The voice of your instructor faded away in your ears as you observed Riki holding an ink pen, gliding its ball-tip against his skin in careful lines.

“You suck at drawing,” you whisper to him.

“And your mother’s a cow,” he retorts plainly, despite the smirk curling at his mouth.

From what you can tell, he was drawing a spiderweb in the shape of a heart on the inside of his wrist; The same romantic spiderweb design that was graffitied on your university's parking lot pavement a few days ago.

You always found it endearing how Riki's right wrist would be full of inky doodles by the end of each lecture, thanks to him being left-handed.

Though, other people found his habit to be odd… immature, even... and you never understood why those people even felt the need to speak—

“You’re really making an effort at this character development thing, aren’t you, babes?” You ask sarcastically, tilting your head at him now.

“Yup,” he answers matter-of-factly, eyes still trained on the inky design staining his pale skin.

You took in the expression on his face—the way his lips often poked out slightly like a duck whenever he focused on something.

It was a sight that always made you giggle inside… mostly because you found cute things to be humorous, but also because Riki had a way of making you feel all giddy for reasons you didn't fully understand—

“Wanna kiss ‘em or something?” He asked, looking you dead in the eye with his own piercing ones.

“E-excuse me?” You scoffed with both confusion and feigned disgust.

“I mean these,” he said, showing you the doodle of a skull on his wrist that had big, red lips to match the crimson bows at each pigtail. “Heard you like it juicy,” he continued, raising his eyebrows at you flirtatiously.

“Shut the fuck up,” you swear, shoving his shoulder slightly.

And with that, the class was concluded, and students were loading up their textbooks into their backpacks in every which direction—

“You’re really not that different from me, y’know that?” He said in a mocking tone, “Especially not with that raging potty mouth of yours...”

“I was provoked to use such language, you dick.”

“Then you have very poor emotional regulation skills for your age.”

...

“I’m leaving,” you say, getting up from the seat and slinging your bag over your shoulder, “have fun making out with your new dOodLe sKuLl giRLfriEnD... Heard you like ‘em skinny, anyways…”

“Pfft... Where’d you hear that crap?”

“Around,” you lied, knowing that Riki wasn't the type of guy to have weight preferences when it came to girls...

He only had personality preferences, and so far, you were his absolute favorite person yet, crumby attitude and all.

“Whatever,” he said, in between your brief voyage to the campus lockers where you put your things away. “Also,” Riki began again, leaning against his locker while looking at his reflection in the mirror, “should I... change?”

“What, your diaper?”

“No, my outfit, stupid. Unless you don’t mind being seen with a guy who looks like me these days...”

His words sting you for some reason, and you know exactly what he was trying to imply with that comment.

The other day, Riki heard your father complaining to an instructor in his office about student's not 'abiding by standards of clothing apparel,' and of course, the poor boy assumed the comment was specifically directed towards him-

“You look fineee, Riki,” you reassure him, closing your locker before caressing the side of his arm gently. “Besides, I'd never feel ashamed walking beside you... ripped jeans, piercings, and all...”

His mind paused for a second, focusing a little too hard on the way your touch somehow warmed him from both the outside and within.

“Hey,” you started, your voice pulling him back from his thoughts, “Earth to Riki...?”

“Y-yea, right... Earth,” he stammered, running a shy hand through his hair before adjusting his backpack over his shoulder.

“Let's get out of here, then,” you chuckled, walking down the hall now as he followed closely behind you.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

Later, On Some Unknown, Majestic Path, 6:17 p.m.

You two made it to a bridge—the crossing road where you and him expected to straighten out the crooked mess of rumors and past infamies plaguing Riki’s reputation.

“You got the letter, right?”

The letter, he heard your words replay in his mind...

The very letter in which Riki divulged a sincere handwritten apology to the Dean of your university discussing his declining academic performance, poor behavior, aptitudes to improve, and blah fucking blah...

Anyone with a good head on their shoulders could tell that Riki was a fantastic artist, but every rose had its thorn, with Riki's impulsive creative side often getting the best of him...

Aside from going against the dress code and skipping classes, Riki recently vandalized school property with a spontaneous mural of skulls, spiderwebs, and other edgy doodles on the parking lot pavement.

Nobody knew he was responsible for it aside from you, and you had no intention of ratting him out for it...

Yes, it was an unusual design to see every morning at the center of such a prestigious university, but regardless of all that, you figured the graffiti looked pretty cool, actually...

Besides, it was an art school for crying out loud; weren't students supposed to express themselves here?

Or perhaps you only felt that way because Riki was responsible for it, but I digress.

“Yeah, I double checked before we left,” he said plainly, looking down the brick road ahead. “Oh, and uh... I know I've never showed you, but my place is actually the small one right over there… with the candle-like furnace on top... you see it?”

“Yeah, I see it,” you smile softly, just as you catch on to him walking ahead of you and down the right path instead of the left one.

“Hey, the dean's office is this way, remember?”

“Uh huh... and it’s still gonna be there when we get back.”

“Bro, where’re you going?”

“Bro, nowhere,” he replied mockingly, still walking away from you, “I just need to clear my head before sending this stupid letter… just in case I run into the dean or something...”

“And would that really be so bad?” You pressed, “I swear, it’s like everyone views my dad like a scary monster just because he’s doing his job...”

Riki felt himself internally gag at the reminder that you were in fact the deans daughter.

“Since when do you, of all people, defend your dad?”

“Hey, I may be a disrespectful fart towards him at times, but that doesn't mean I can't stand up for him.”

“Uh huh,” Riki nods skeptically, “he must be giving you extra brownie points and allowance for that shit or something...”

“Yeah, actually, he is! And I don't plan on sharing any with you, either... not my brownies points NOR my petty cash...”

“Good,” he retorts playfully, mirroring your bratty behavior, “my piggy bank likes being empty, anyways... PLUS, I’m trying to cut back on sugar these days...”

“Well, good luck with that then... citrus helps, though… with the sugar cravings, I mean.”

“I know... that’s why I’m hanging out with you... duhhh!”

“Oh, so you’re implying that I'm sour, now?”

“If the shoe fits,” he shrugs, and a few moments pass before you’re walking through a front door, through his living room, and eventually onto a balcony.

The house was so dimly lit that you couldn’t make out much of anything while inside, other than the smell of tea and leather cleaner.

“What d’you think?” Riki asks, spreading his arms out to show off, “Gnarly landscape, am I right?”

“You’re so right,” you agree, walking over to the ledge and observing the large pasture that made up his backyard. “It’s beautiful here.”

The two of you look over the edge for a while, folding your arms over the stone balcony until you catch him looking off to the other side, something about him immediately catching your attention.

“Woah?” You exclaim, finding your hands in his hair as you turn his head, examining the thing that caught your eye.

“Woah what? Is there a bug on me or something?” Riki asks, bending his knees slightly so you can reach him better.

“No, it's a tattoo.” You clarify, “I didn't know you had any real ones...”

“Oh yeahhh… I uh... I got that one a while back when I was in high school... I have another one, too, but it's under my clothes, so I can't show you until we're marri-”

“What's it say?” You ask with a whisper, examining the fine textures of inky Japanese characters staining the ivory skin behind his ear.

The tattoo in itself was relatively simple, but you believe that's what made it all the more stunning...

“Ikigai...” He answers with a deep voice, looking in your eyes with his own piercing ones, which makes you retreat your touch from his hair, “it refers to something that gives us our sense of purpose... our reason to live...”

The silence is so loud after he says that that the sound of distant birds and wind-chimes fills your ears as if you were wearing headphones.

That's when you hear a door hinge creak in the distance—

“Riki?! I don’t have my glasses on, but your bedroom looked oddly tidy and you never tidy your room, so now I’m worried—”

“In a minute, Grams!” Riki called out in a deep voice, resting his hands at his sides as he looked back at you, the elderly woman having stayed outside, keeping to herself.

Despite her few wrinkles, she was a perfect shadow of Riki, from her similarly fierce eyes, the long legs she stood on, to her plump, duck-like lips—

“What’s the deal with your face right now?” Riki asked, drawing your attention back to him.

“Oh, you mean my beauty?” You returned sarcastically.

“No, the other thing,” he corrected, “…made your eyes go all big and bright.”

“Oh… Possibly shock, then?”

“But from what cause?”

“Grams,” you repeated, looking over the balcony at the same shed-door the woman just came from. “I didn’t know you lived with anybody…”

“I don’t; she lives with me,” Riki continued, flicking a mosquito off his arm. “She’s kind of mental, so I gotta take care of her like she took care of me.”

“That’s sweet,” you murmur quietly to yourself, but he hears you anyway-

“What’d you say?”

“Nothing…”

“You definitely said something.”

“No I didn’t?”

“Haven’t I ever told you how terrible you are at lying?”

“No, actually,” you respond plainly, “But you have told me that you think I’m beautiful... well, indirectly, but it still counts.”

He furrows his brows at you. “When did I say that?”

“Literally a few seconds ago?”

“Seriously?”

“Damn… Now I'm starting to think you didn't mean it.”

“No no no, I meant it!” Riki says, raising his voice slightly, “P-probably...”

“Well, thanks anyway,” you return, looking back over the balcony at the sight of his grandmother roaming their garden.

“I think you're beautiful, too, Riki.”

A silence swarmed between you two now.

Not an awkward silence, but a silence nonetheless.

A pleasant peace…

Riki bit his lip to keep himself from smiling, but you had already noticed his expression by now, poking a finger at the apple of his slightly rosy cheek, making him swat your hand away playfully.

“Stop that or I'll bite you,” he threatens.

“But babyyy… you look so cute when you're blushing,” you teased, making the poor boy feel like he was just seconds from internally combusting because of you.

Riki never got worked up over compliments like this, but then again, you proved to have a stronger effect on his emotions… one that even you father could see.

“I seriously will bite you, ____,” he warns again through a contagious chuckles, grabbing a hold of your wrist at the same time your hand gripped his bicep, making him stop in his actions.

You two shyly meet each other's eyes now, faint smiles present on both your faces until you release your grip on his arm, his touch still remaining at your wrist.

“Riki.” You speak quietly, and for reasons you don’t understand at first… but that’s when he decides to speak up instead—

“I wanna show you one more thing,” he starts, still holding your wrist as he steps up with a strong lunge onto the balcony ledge, resting his foot on the wooden plank attached to it.

“Riki, get down from there!” You shout.

“Not until you join me first.” He reasons with a smirk.

Judging from the way he briefly peeks down at the ground beneath him, you can already tell that he wants you to jump with him.

“Riki… I’m not doing that... I-I can't… and I can’t let you do that, either.”

Funny thing is, you said all of this while doing a lunge yourself, joining the tall boy on the balcony ledge and holding his hand tightly as you let your feet find the wobbly plank next.

“Why not?…” He presses.

“Because… you’re all skin and bones, baby,” you sigh nervously, feeling your heart rate increase with every passing second. “I’m afraid that I’ll either hurt you or that you’ll hurt yourself.”

Riki gives you a shady look now. “You have no idea how insulting that is to me, do you?”

“Be careful, asshole!” You shriek, his strength having tugged at your hand, making you tread even further down the plank now.

“Geez, would you relax, drama queen? I’m doing fineee, see? We’re fine… Just don’t let go of my hand until I say so, okay?”

“H-how am I even supposed to trust you in a state like this?” Your voice comes out just as wobbly as you feel in your knees, being sure not to look down as that would only make things worse for you.

“Hmm… not sure,” he shrugs, “But maybe it would help if you stopped policing me for like... one fucking second?”

“Fine. A second has passed, now can we PLEASEE go back to the bridge—ahhh!”

Riki jumps first, but because you were holding hands, you fall with him, tumbling into the grassy pasture before landing on top of him.

“That was fun, right?” Riki asks while scanning your face, wind knocked out of him; he's panting slightly beneath you, chest rising and falling given the rush of adrenaline he just received.

“Are we even alive right now?” You ask back, seriously not being able to believe that you both survived such a fall... everything around you seemed light, and you weren't sure if that had something to do with your head spinning or something worse. “Please tell me this isn’t heaven.”

“Not unless you really think that’s what being on top of me feels like…”

You gave him the deadliest side-eye you could muster—

“Shut the fuck up,” you curse him, making a light chuckle rumble in his chest.

For a brief moment, you look up, just now realizing that Riki’s backpack was scattered among the grass with all of his school supplies decorating the landscape.

Sighing, you planted your palms on the ground before trying to get up, only for the strength of Riki’s arm to keeps you down, fusing your body’s together.

“Riki, the dean's office is gonna be closing soon, we gotta get going-”

“And my future can wait, ____,” he said, looking into your eyes, “just let me enjoy this moment in the present for a little longer, alright?”

You wait to answer before eventually nodding, watching his chest heave slower now, but still in a rising and falling manner.

“You're nervous about something,” you whisper, even though it was more like a question to him.

You felt your stomach flutter at the way his hand was secured at your waist now, trailing up to the side of your face with his other hand.

“I am,” he says plainly, voice deep and vulnerable, “so please, just... don't say anything or else you'll make this worse for me, okay?”

“You're not about to try and kiss me, are you!?” You ask, screwing your eyebrows at him.

“And just like that, you made it worse for me,” Riki sighs, not being brave enough to meet your eyes anymore.

His hands leave your body, falling beside him as if he were about to start making snow angels in the bed of grass.

“You think you deserve a kiss—of all things—after almost getting us killed just a few seconds ago?”

“I meannnn,” he starts, looking back at you now before repositioning his hands behind his head with latticed fingers, “one kiss wouldn't hurt, right?… Maybe even just a few…”

No words are exchanged from this point.

It just becomes a moment of you two looking at each other, your hands roaming up his torso now as you sit up to straddle him, keeping him pinned to the ground with your weight before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“You're a very odd boy, Riki Nishimura,” you say, watching a smile spread across his face as his skin still tingled where you kissed him.

Your hands find his that were tucked beneath his head and put them back around your body like they were before.

“I may be odd, but the least you can do is kiss me normally,” he whispers, taking hold of your face and crashing his lips into yours, eyes fluttering shut at the blissful contact.

And it feels too good to say it's your first time... It feels too right...

You tilt your head to deepen the contact, making him hum beneath you at the sudden way you took control again, feeling his hand gently cradle the nape of your neck.

“Please,” he says breathlessly in between, catching on to the way your body shuddered when his touch went under your shirt, resting at the dip of your waist, “Don't make me stop yet...”

And all you can do is pant in response, feeling your heart rate increase with the passion as his tongue just barely comes into contact with yours, making you melt into the warmth of his lips even more.

But his delicate fingers are cold as they touch you, not necessarily wandering, but inching their way up from your waist to the side of your ribs, only to pull you closer as your bodies meshed into a sprawl of flustered feelings.

“You just can't get close enough to me, can you?” You ask him through a quiet breath, making him chuckle slightly as your catty question.

“Don't rub it in, dweeb,” he replies with a raspy voice, just as a low groan slips past his pretty lips, and you're just now realizing that you were kissing along his jawline, his head thrown back against the grass as your soft lips kept peppering his skin, “I'm actually enjoying what you're doing to me for once...”

And his last sentence comes out so quietly, you otherwise would've missed it if you weren't right by his neck, humming with each kiss you placed against him, making his grip at your waist tighten slightly until you abruptly pulled away, looking back at him with your own fuzzy vision...

Despite that, you could still make out the lovesick expression taking over his gorgeous features, both his heart and mind in a haze as he looked back at you, purity dancing in his eyes.

“W-why'd you stop?” He stammers, almost pouting as a smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth now, your own cheeks being dusted a rosy hue given the blood rushing to your face.

“Because,” you say plainly, crawling off of him now as he lets out an exaggerated sigh, sulking at the missing warmth of you straddling him, “that's all you deserve for the day.”

“And tomorrow?” He presses, eyes half-lidded.

“I'll tell you after we deliver this letter to the dean,” you say, looking up at the window to his house, “and when your grandma isn't watching us...”

“Wait, she's what?”

Riki sits up now, whipping his head almost instantly in the direction of his house to see what you were still blushing about, and it was none other than his grandmother, clapping in the distance at the sight of you and Riki laying beside each other on the grass.

“So that's why you've been tidying up recently; you've met a pretty girl,” she says in an old voice, making him hide his face with his hands while groaning with embarrassment. “Awww, don't be shy; she just had her lips all over you... Oh, and I'm his grandmother, by the way!”

“Nice to meet you,” you say while giggling, watching Riki practically crumble to pieces, knowing that his grandma had just seen everything.

"Well, make sure you two don't stay out too late... it's getting dark,” the woman warned, even though it was still relatively sunny outside.

Must be her vision, you thought to herself.

“Got it, Grams,” Riki sighed, sitting up now with a forced smile as he waved his grandma off, the door creaking behind her as the sound of her television program faded off with the melody of her laughter.

“You good?” You ask, catching on to the way Riki's sight pans off now, a certain thought rising to his mind as he took a few shaky breaths.

“Y-yea, I'm alright,” he answers, not meeting your eyes until he asks, “You didn't bite me, did you?”

His fingers find his neck now, grazing over the light pink spot where you had kissed him, but it was only that color because of your lip balm, not because you bit him.

“I might have nibbled, yes...” You start timidly, trying to hold back a smile at the way his eyes widened now, worried that you might mark him. “Don't blame me though when you started it.”

“No, I didn't, you blood thirsty vampire,” he scoffs with over-exaggerated offense. “There's a mark on me now, isn't there?”

"No, you idiot... Besides, I wouldn't want your grandma to have a hickey as her first impression of me,” you correct, getting up from the ground now to collect his scattered school supplies from around the yard.

Your words lingered in his mind for a bit.

A girl like you leaving a bad first impression? The thought seemed foreign to him, but at the same time, comforting...

He was finally starting to see things the way you saw them. You and him really weren't all that different—just two people from different walks of life, upholding varied reputations, but still and all with kindred spirits.

Spirits for fun and adventure... youth and romance...

“Wasn't even worth it,” you mumbled to yourself, picking up the envelope that was now stained with a bit of dirt given the fall.

“What wasn't worth it?” He repeated, looking over his shoulder to find you on your knees in the grass, hair slightly disheveled from all the action.

“Jumping, first of all... and second, kissing you...”

“Right,” he says while drawing out the syllable, side-eyeing you with his legs crossed, “Because I definitely told you to get on top of me and kiss all over my neck like a human mosquito.”

“Trust me, I regret doing that.” You tease, fake gagging, to which he chuckled at you, “Your lips tasted weird, anyway...”

“Pfft... weird how?”

“Sour,” you poke, making him look down in his lap, smiling at the memory of you two in the hallway earlier.

Eventually, he gets up to help you gather the rest of his textbooks, pencils, notes, and chocolate bars that fell from his backpack, holding it open as you loaded it up and set trail back up the hill you just jumped off of.

“And you're sure this whole letter thing is still a good idea?” He asks, adjusting the strap to his backpack over his shoulder as you two walked beside each other.

You take a second to glance at yourselves, taking in the light of your messy clothes, blushing faces.

"Oh, you’re definitely still sending that.”

“Cool… But should I revise it at all since we have extra time?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” is all you say, taking his hand in yours as y’all walk side by side...

⛓️‍💥 AUTHOR'S NOTE — I've had this fic collecting dust in my drafts since July of this year, but @microwvdstrawb3rri3s reminded me that my blog has been long overdue for a new Niki fic, so I decided to post it finally.... Also, I'm adding a special tag here for @bambangan because I REALLY feel like she‘ll enjoy this fic (considering how Niki's character is pretty similar to how I wrote for him in my Flirty TSA Series a while back 🤭)...

tysm for reading this quick lil fic !! ✗⚬ﾒ𝟶 a/n ℓօⓥe always ⋆⋆⋆ and feel free to check out my masterlist for more !!

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evnseokz · 3 months ago

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{ ✎ asking to rizz them/you up - enha }

pairing: bf! enha x reader

warnings: none rlly! straight crack & fluff, pet names used!!

authors note: this one was fun to make i alr have more ideas for future posts!!

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viisator · 4 months ago

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After argument with Riki.

Pairings: N.Riki and F.Reader

Not proofread

(I'm editing and clearing my two years of drafts.)

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Riki stands still as he lean his back on the cold post of the hallway reading a magazine Jake gave him as he watch his girlfriend walk out of her class.

Jo walk beside Y/n as they read a Calculus book that Y/n was holding, Riki watch them casually in his peripheral vision, pretending not to mind them as he tightly clutch the magazine in front of his face. And not even a second Riki called out Y/n’s name.

“Y/n.” His voice was low and cold.

Suddenly, Y/n’s feet was stuck to the ground and Jo could not help but to notice his friend’s discomfort as she tried to lift her feet for another step.

“Umm...You-“ Y/n’s words didn’t have a chance to leave her mouth when a familiar voice cut her off and made the talking instead.

“You should go and continue to your destination, Asakura.” Y/n did not look behind her nor even flinch when she felt the warmth of his body close to her , and Jo could only nod at Y/n and made his way away from them. Not long when Riki’s finally in front of Y/n, looking down at her with cold stares and Y/n looked at everywhere but him.

Silence followed, after their classmate was finally nowhere in sight. Riki took a step forward bending his back as he put his head on her shoulder that’s a few meters shorter than him, then he heaved the longest sigh yet.

“When are you stopping from ignoring me?” His warm breath run down your neck, as you heard his tired tone.

“Forgive me,” his soft hand slowly made their way down your waist, making you feel a sudden sensation down your belly. “Please?” He shortly said as he held you closer to him.

“What happened last time, I was the wrong one.” You could only stay silent as you hear his voice slightly shake.

“I didn’t mean to yell at you- please don’t replace me yet, I’m not ready losing you yet, I can’t afford to see you with every guy in school but me- please at least talk to me?” His voice cracks and trembled as you hear him plea, while he stayed still on your shoulder as his warm tears touch your clothes, clutching your waist tighter.

“I’m also sorry.” You quietly let out a sigh.

Riki jolted his head to look at you, his mouth was a gape as he stare at your eyes in surprise.

“No- no, Y/n it’s not your fault,” he said as he held your left cheek, brushing his thumb into them.

“Please forgive me, Please Baby?” His face was an inch away, feeling his breath on your face, you lifted your arms and threw him a hug, because you know you can’t stay mad at him ever since you heard him call your name, and how could you make Nishimura Riki cry?

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antonsintown · 10 days ago

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ACTS OF AFFECTION - ENHYPEN MAKNAE LINE

Jungwon stares at you from across the room. Eyes set on your figure as you sketch in your book, the pencil moving forward and backward in various motions as you reach for your eraser, promptly sighing as you notice a mistake.

Small acts of service are the ways he expresses his love. Jungwon stifles a laugh as he continues watching you. The morning had barely started before you sat yourself down with your headphones, effectively blocking out the rest of the world as you made sure to work in silence. The smile that rested on his face did nothing to hide his adoration for you.

He shows his affection when he hands you an ointment to ease the cramps on your hand after a long day of drawing or simply filling your empty bottle with water to keep you hydrated. No matter how small or big the gesture, you felt the sentiments behind them, never failing to put a smile on your face.

Other times, he's slightly worried you'll overwork yourself. In times like these, he simply likes to lightly tug your headphone away from your ear, placing a small kiss on your cheek as he hugs you, "Hey, wanna catch a break?"

And you can't ever really bring yourself to say no once you're in his embrace, looking up at him with stars in your eyes as you nod, maybe being an artist could wait for a few minutes.

Sunoo pouts and sighs for the hundredth time today as he peers at you, working on your newest fashion line. Yes, he is slightly bothered by the lack of attention you're giving him but, he does understand that you have to work.

But whoever said letting you work would entail him completely leaving you alone? Sunoo is already grinning as you he pulls out a cake, sitting across you on the dining table as he feeds you a piece. What a silly guy.

Sunoo's actions of love are never overbearing nor are they too modest to the point no one notices that you're even dating each other. He often likes showering you with compliments, loving you regardless of your insecurities. He will always reassure you no matter what.

Sunoo often admires you for your hard work but, he slightly worries when you push yourself too hard. Sometimes, he just likes to make a silly situation to get you laughing because, what's life if not a little bit of silliness.

Often times than not, you're left laughing in his arms, wondering how he was always so energetic, smiling at him as you shake your head, "You're actually an idiot." But you love him regardless, he knows it too.

Niki is currently very absorbed in his tenth round of smash bro's with the other members, laughing at them as he aggressively presses down on the buttons on the poor old tattered controller.

He's laughing until he realises he's been hearing the basketball bouncing off the ground for a good 3 hours that he's been playing, his eyes darting to the clock as he excuses himself, looking at you with a small smile as he watches you throw hoops again.

Niki is bold and shy in his loving all at once. He's pinching your cheeks, pressing soft kisses to get a reaction out of you, teasing you in front of his members but, on other occasions, he's blushing hard as he intertwines his fingers with yours, heart beating right out of his chest.

Niki often worries about you when you push yourself too hard. He knows you can take care of yourself but there will always be a part of him worrying. Although his brain is usually clouded with worries, he always thinks of ways to make you laugh your stress away.

Worried about a match? He'll come dressed up as your team's mascot. Worried about your ankle sprain? He'll treat you like a princess and carry you around everywhere. Some people ask him why he does so and he's always left speechless, why else other than the plain fact that he loves you? He wonders why they even bother asking such a dumb question.

"You look so stupid right now." You laugh as he carries you, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he supports your weight on his back easily. He's dressed in your team's mascot uniform as he grins back at you. "And? I get to take care of you and that's all I really care about."

(a/n) : no one mention the fact that i wrote more than i should've for niki 🙏🙏

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ikissjude · 7 months ago

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funny bunny?¿ nrk.

in which bf!riki plays a prank on you for tiktok | tiktok series

riki x reader, fluff, crack-ish, warnings: cursing, pet names, riki is a little shit (when is he never)

riki giggled to himself as he set up the camera. one day, while mindlessly scrolling through tiktok on his phone, a particular video piqued his interest. a couple had gotten into a big argument over the boyfriend having a lot more knowledge on nails than his girlfriend expected. he immediately knew he had to make it with you.

you weren’t too interested in tiktok, but you also loved to get your nails done. riki would often pay for your nails, even though you told him countless times he didn’t have to. he loved paying for your nails, and seeing what you got whenever you came back home. this seemed like the perfect prank to play on you.

it took riki two days to research more information about nails. he memorized the different shapes, some of the common polish colors, he even asked sunoo the difference between gel x and acrylic nails a couple times. today, riki offered to take you to get your nails done after having such a busy week, saying he wanted to “treat you as usual”. but this time, he wanted to give a suggestion.

riki pressed record and straightened his face after seeing you approach the car. “hey baby,” he greets you as you settle into the car. “you ready to go?”

“yes, thank you for taking me ki.” he grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. “are you gonna get your nails done with me this time?”

“aha, absolutely not.” he laughs off your request. you’ve practically begged him endlessly to get your nails done together, but there’s no way he would budge anytime soon. “i was actually thinking though, you should get something different this time.”

“really? what should i get?” you smile at your boyfriend. the sparkle in your eyes almost caused him to falter in the moment. he took your hand and spread your fingers apart, pretending to get a good look at them.

“i know you like simple styles, maybe try a short tapered square with a french tip?” he could see your head twitch slightly in his peripheral vision, and it took everything in him to not smile and blow his cover.

“or you could get that funny bunny and bubble bath combo? i saw that and it was really cute, it would suit you well.” this time you snatched your hand away from his grasp.

“riki, what the fuck are you talking about?” you shrieked. he looked up at your wide eyes, which were astonished at his recommendations. he let a giggle slip, just before pulling it together and feigning innocence.

“what? i’m giving you recommendations.”

“and where exactly have you seen these nails? and how do you know what they are?” you said in shock. riki was right, you liked simpler nail styles; however you didn’t expect him to know anything about nail shapes and designs. “who have you been hanging around?” you asked, squinting your eyes at him.

“baby this is, like, common knowledge.”

“no it’s not? are you seriously trying to gaslight me right now?” you laughed incredulously.

almost comically, you looked around the vehicle to check for cameras when you caught a red light peeking from your boyfriend’s side. riki knew he had been caught when you turned to him with a smile and flushed cheeks from embarrassment.

riki couldn’t help himself and busted out laughing, pointing at your sheepish face, and back to his phone. he stopped recording and saved the video to edit and upload later.

“i got you so good, y/n, you gotta admit i did pretty good with this one.”

“i can’t believe you did, i’ve seen this trend on tiktok too!” you groaned, hiding your face behind your hands. “still, how’d you even know about any of that?”

“tons of research, and sunoo helped me a bit.”

“can’t believe you got sunoo to help swindle me as well.” you said as you leaned back in the seat and crossed your arms, a pout present on your lips.

“aw, it’s just a tiny prank, baby. besides, i’m still taking you to get your nails done.” riki said, leaving a peck on your cheek and pulling out of the driveway.

#this took me like two weeks to write #enhypen oneshots #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen ff #enhypen #enhypen niki #nishumra riki #niki oneshots #niki imagines #niki scenarios #niki x reader #nishimura riki x reader #nishimura riki #photo cred: pinterestwannabe #tiktok on the clock! 🎀

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weoris · 6 months ago

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HIGHSCHOOL ATHLETE RIKI! · enhypen | football player!riki x fem!reader · cw. kissing, soccer/football, hugging, 572 words.

HIGHSCHOOL ATHLETE RIKI! who was a timid and hostile person, and never paid attention to the giant crowds of girls fangirling over him — whom never really paid attention to the game and instead only on the player.. but how his attention always sharpened when you came to one of his games..

HIGHSCHOOL ATHLETE RIKI! who found you reading or doing your work at the park when he’d come by to practise, noticing how you took subtle glances at his direction. and how he gathered all his courage to ask you if you wanted to play..

HIGHSCHOOL ATHLETE RIKI! who taught you how to play properly, laughing at your annoyed reaction when you couldn’t kick as well as him. who proposed a little game and let you win each time. who kneeled down to you and teased you, patting your head and smiling down at your excited giggles.

HIGHSCHOOL ATHLETE RIKI! who walked you home at night, all the way to your doorstep as you looked up at him and smiled, pressing a little kiss to his cheeks and ruffling his hair. you chuckled through the door window at how his eyes widened, his face turned red and he stood frozen.

“Thanks for walking me home..” you looked up at him, and he smiled with a little nod. “I had fun today, thanks ki..” you smiled again, and before he could process the cute little nickname, you had put your hands on his shoulders and tiptoed, giving him a little kiss on the cheek. “See ya..” you chuckled. “I- uhm- yeah.. s-see.. see you t-too..” he gulped, freezing for a moment and finally leaving your doorstep.

HIGHSCHOOL ATHLETE RIKI! who tried to talk to you more after that day, but found it so difficult when he’d just freeze up and clear his throat, blushing furiously. what he didn’t know was that you found it ever so endearing.. how this hot-topic heartthrob was a stuttering mess around you.

HIGHSCHOOL ATHLETE RIKI! who gulped in nervousness at the start of the game.. but felt his nerves calm down when he saw your little smile and cheer in the crowd. who cheered loud when he scored the winning goal, turning more giddy when he saw your proud smile and claps in the crowd.

HIGHSCHOOL ATHLETE RIKI! who was drenched in sweat and was panting heavily, who saw you coming down the stairs of the bleachers in the midst of the cheers to give him your congratulatory pat on the back like usual..

HIGHSCHOOL ATHLETE RIKI! who knew that this time, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. so he passed the trophy to his teammate, wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in his arms and pressing his lips against yours immediately and sighing into the kiss. he furrowed his eyebrows and kept his hand on your back, blocking out the cheers and whistles from his friends.. and only focusing on your gentle surprised whimpers and how you kissed him back, playing with his hair softly.

He pulled away and looked down at you, caressing your jaw softly with one hand. “You.. you..” he stuttered, panting from both the game and kiss. you looked back at his friends teasing him and chuckled, making him turn back and laugh as well. Riki blushed and tucked his head into the crook of your neck as he hugged you and lifted you off your feet again. “I.. oh.. oh god..”

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kairoot · 6 months ago

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TOXIC SITUATIONSHIP.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your very toxic talking stage with nishimura riki. 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : riki x 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : angst , crack , smau , school au 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 : kind of ?? an idea by me and an anon <3 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : sewer slide jokes, profanity !!!! riki is obviously very toxic, reader is a little toxic too.. just a bit ! IGNORE timestamps. lmk if i missed anything

( 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒏’𝒔 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 )： do not take this seriously it’s literally just fiction. also pls reblog if you enjoyed, it is much appreciated !! ♡︎

find part 2 here !!

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TAGLIST : @haechansbbg @contyynishimura @sasfransisco @kgneptun @jungwonderz @enha-stars @dioll @jakesangel @jwsdoll — message or comment to be added !

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rowretro · 4 months ago

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𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪

𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙍𝙄𝙆𝙄 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙐 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙆 𝙃𝙀'𝙎 𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𓆩♡𓆪 ☽⋆˚｡⋆˚.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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im-yn-suckers · 4 months ago

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࿐‧₊◜·°˖˚♡ idol bf niki x gf reader ‧₊·°˖˚ warnings; skinship, biting, erm being tired and js cutesy yn and niki ‧₊·°˖˚genre; fluff and ig comfort idk ‧₊·°˖˚ mia says; im getting more inspo. let me cook ‧₊·°˖˚

niki arrived a little later, non unusual, because he has dance today or had. once he arrived he greeted you quickly and excused himself to shower.

while he was in there you fixed some tea. you notice he takes a little longer than usual in the shower-something he does when hes sore-and immediately you know hes sore.

once he comes out in sweats and a shirt you lead him to sit on the floor on front of the couch. you sit on the couch behind him and massage the nape of his neck

he sighs in relief and melts under your touch you giggle when he sighs bc who wouldnt. 'whatre you giggling about'

'nothing' 'you sure?' 'mhmm' of course, he doesnt believe you but shrugs it off, used to your silliness

you massage his shoulder down to his bicep, leaning forward and chomping on it. 'what was that for?' 'uhm scientific research' 'oh really? what science' 'uhh-natomy' 'anatomy?' 'anatomy!' 'ok and why is this necessary?' 'good question' he laughs and turns his attention to the tv in front of you guys, sipping the tea you previously made.

once you finish he joins you on the sofa, holding you close and stroking your hair. he presses a light kiss to the crown of your head 'feeling better baby?' 'definitely' you giggle and smile back at him, playing with his free hand.

you fall asleep on the couch together and theres two cups of unfinished tea on the coffee table

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enhaniki-san · 7 days ago

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part-timers!niki x reader ⋆˙⟡

warnings: very suggestive content, pervert reader, etc.

read part two here

the first day working at the convenience store were terrifying. you were new, fumbling with the register, unsure of where anything was, and feeling incredibly out of place. you almost quit, but then you met him.

niki.

he was leaning casually against the counter, effortlessly looking cool as he was stocking a shelf nearby. his hoodie hung loosely over his frame and the sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal his forearms. you barely managed to stutter out a greeting when he turned his attention to you, his lips turning into a slight smile.

"need help with something?" he asked with his low and smooth voice.

that simple question changed everything.

over the weeks, you found yourself looking forward to every shift with him. you discovered he’d been working there for a while. long enough to know the ins and outs of the store. niki moved with confidence, joked with customers, and somehow made hard tasks look effortlessly easy. and at first, you tried to keep your distance, but soon you were already looking for excuses just to talk to him.

you're holding a snack with unfamiliar Japanese writing, you approached niki hesitantly. “um, niki? how do you read this?”

he looked at you with a spark of amusement in his eyes as he took the package from your hands. "this? it says karē pan. curry bread."

"oh." you nodded, pretending to be deeply interested. in reality, you barely even registered his words because you were too distracted by the way his fingers brushed against yours when he handed the snack back.

"you like Japanese snacks?" he asked, leaning against the counter.

you nodded again, lies coming easily. "yeah, and i’ve been meaning to try more of them."

niki chuckled softly.

from that day on, he started asking you to take your breaks with him. you would sit together in the cramped room, sharing quiet conversations and occasional snacks.

and at night lying in bed, your thoughts were completely consumed by him. niki’s face, his voice, the way his shirt clung when he removed his hoodie, revealing glimpses of his skin.

your hand drifted beneath the covers, your breath catching as you imagined how his body would feel under your hands, picturing him pinning you against the shelves in the room, his hoodie forgotten on the floor as his lips brushed against your neck...

you gasped, back arching as your fantasies left you trembling, niki’s name escaping your lips like a prayer, filling the quiet of your room.

you became obsessed.

and when it was over, you buried your face in your pillow, feeling both shame and the relentless ache of wanting him.

the next day at work, you did your best to act normal. you greeted him as usual and forced a casual smile as if you weren't touching yourself last night because of him.

every move niki made immediately caught your attention. you bit your lip, gripping the edge of the counter for support.

"are you okay?" niki’s voice startled you.

you looked up to find him staring, one brow raised in curiosity. his hoodie hung over his shoulder, exposing his collarbone. your heartbeat quickened.

"yeah, i’m good." you muttered, hoping he wouldn’t notice the heat rising to your cheeks.

niki patted your head. "don’t work too hard, okay?"

you managed a weak nod and offered a small smile. inside, you were silently begging for mercy... from him and the overwhelming desire threatening to consume you whole.

later, niki noticed you examining a snack tag. he wiped his hands on his apron and walked closer. "that..." he tilted his head, squinting. "‘umeboshi.’ it’s pickled plum."

"pickled plum?" you repeated, pretending to be curious again, though your eyes were fixed on the faint line of his jaw and the way his lips moved when he spoke.

"yeah. it’s sour. you’ve never tried it?"

you shook your head no.

"you should." he said, flashing you a small smile. "but don’t blame me if you didn't liked it."

during your break, you joined him in the small room. niki was already there, leaning back in his chair with his one leg propped up. hoodie clinging loosely to his frame again but the hem were lifted slightly, revealing a bit of his waist. you tried to look away, but he's so close it's impossible.

niki shifted, pulling his hoodie over his head and the motion raised his shirt further, exposing more of his abs making your fingers twitch with urge. you quickly turned to your drink, biting your lip hard.

"you’re quiet today." he said, glancing at you.

you chuckled nervously. "am I?"

"you should rest more." he nodded, running a hand through his messy hair. " i know what can make you relax." niki smirked.

"oh?" you scoffed, gripping your cup tightly. "and what’s that?"

your thoughts were anything but calm. anything niki says to you seemed to hold a double meaning.

niki raised an eyebrow. "what’s with you today?" he teased.

"nothing! so, what is it?"

he chuckled softly but studied you for a moment longer than usual. niki shook his head, taking it back. "nah, i think it’s too early to mess with you."

you squinted your eyes in annoyance. "what are you even saying?” you asked while shaking your head.

niki laughed again at your reaction.

that night, the two of you walked home together, and when you stopped to say goodbye, niki bent slightly to meet your eyes. "you better stop staring at me all the time, or i’ll assume something’s up with you."

"i-i wasn’t sta- staring at you!" you stuttered, cheeks flushing bright red.

niki turned and walked away, chuckling softly. "yeah, sure you weren’t."

you closed the door and hurried to your room, you hugged the pillow and covered your face to let out a muffled scream.

and just as you thought you had survived the day, your phone buzzed.

nishimura riki: let me know if you need help with anything… you know, with anything.

your heart pounded and before you could reply, another message popped up.

nishimura riki: or if you want to talk. or… whatever.

the ellipsis felt deliberate, your mind wandering into dangerous territory as you clenched your phone tightly, trying to make sense of his texts, literally torn between panic and excitement.

you: what does that even mean?

you hit send before you could overthink it. niki's reply came quickly.

nishimura riki: whatever you want it to mean.

you took a deep breath as you stared at the screen. teasing is one thing, but this felt different. more intentional.

nishimura riki: see you tomorrow. sleep well.

and then, another message followed:

nishimura riki: don’t think too hard about it.

but of course, that’s all you could do. think too hard about it.

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