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pairing: best friend's bf! nishimura riki x fem! reader

warnings: infidelity, riki and reader fuck in the same bed as his gf while she's sleeping, degradation, unprotected vaginal sex, choking, creampie

💭 BEST FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND RIKI i just clenched sorry this is so hot, i love your brain... this one is a little shorter than most. sorry😓 hope you like it anyways

best friend's boyfriend riki who creeps into the bedroom late at night, ignoring your best friend—and his girlfriend's—sleeping body as he slides into bed behind you, clothed bulge pressing into the curve of your ass.

you gasp softly, looking over your shoulder at him. “what are you doing?” you whisper. he hooks his chin onto your shoulder, looking up at you with faux puppy eyes as his arms circle your waist.

“i need you, doll. aren't you gonna help me?” he asks, grinding into the cleft of your ass. you hold back your sounds, glaring over at him.

“riki, she's right here. can't we wait until morning? or at least move into another room?” you scold him, only making his pout deepens.

“but i need you now. we'll be quiet, i promise,” he murmurs, turning his head to press heated kisses to the skin of your neck. everything in you wants to argue back, to push him off and send him away, but the way his bulge presses against you, paired with the way his teeth graze your pulse point ever so slightly, is enough to make you cave.

“fuck, just—just hurry up,” you whisper. he grins against your shoulder, reaching down to pull his hard length out of his sweats. he gives himself a few pumps before he's tugging your panties to the side and sinking into you with a muffled groan into your shoulder. your cunt is still loose from earlier, when he fucked you in the closet while your best friend showered.

he clamps his hand over your mouth, keeping you quiet as he slowly thrusts inside you, his forehead pressed to your shoulder as he gasps silently against your back. “god, you feel so fuckin’ good. so much better than her, yeah?”

your face scrunches up, pushing his hand off your mouth. “don't talk about fucking her while you're inside me,” you whisper, unable to contain your envy. he grins softly, lips trailing back up your neck until they're grazing the shell of your ear.

“jealous?” he murmurs quietly as he thrusts up into your cunt, the soft plaps muffled by the covers, “fuckin’ slut, aren't you? trying to steal me away from my girlfriend?”

you bite back a moan, grinding back onto his dick. “so what if i am?” you spit. “you obviously don't like her that much.”

he scoffs, bringing his fingers to your neck so he can wrap them around your throat, squeezing tight. your eyes roll back, jaw dropping in a silent moan as you clamp down around him, making him hiss under his breath. “fuck, should i break up with her, huh? leave her for her lying whore of a best friend?” he pumps into you harder, delivering a harsh thrust that forces a moan out of you.

you and riki freeze. your best friend shifts, turning over in her sleep until she's facing the two of you.

he curses lowly, fucking up into you with renewed vigor. your eyes squeeze shut, clamping your own hand over your mouth as you try to will yourself not to make any noise. riki tsks, tapping your cheek with his fingers. “uh-huh, open. look at her while you fuck her boyfriend,” he commands, a muffled whimper escaping your lips as you open your eyes, forced to see the consequences of your actions. “poor thing has no idea you're ruining her fuckin’ life, does she? has no idea how shameless you are for dick?”

you clench around him, head leaning back against his shoulder as he fucks you just right. “answer me,” he growls, landing a harsh slap to your ass, not giving a single fuck as the sound echos throughout the quiet room. you whine softly, shaking your head. “n-no, she doesn't know.”

he grunts, sticky tip battering against your cervix with each harsh thrust. “that's right. she has no idea i'm cheating on her, no idea i plan to leave her for this slutty cunt.”

hearing his promise is enough to send you over the edge, clamping down on his cock as you cum, a loud moan flying out of you as you shake. the sound sends a bolt of fear through riki, the adrenaline triggering his own orgasm, cock twitching against your gummy walls as he shoots his hot load deep inside you with a drawn-out groan.

as you two pant in and out, the bed dips next to you, your best friend's voice ringing throughout the room.

“what the fuck?!”

random text messages with ur boyfriend. a little freaky but cute trust

pairing: bf!riki x reader ౨ৎ

contains: fluff comfort suggestive strong language 18+

⌗AN: no angst this time?? damn who made this…

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 ,𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒊

⤷ “Good. Let them know you’re mine.”

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ niki × fem!reader

₊ ⊹ Explicit Sexual Content, Rough Sex, Mating Press, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Public Claiming Kink, Possessive Behavior, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Light Choking, Spanking, Idol x Reader Relationship, Public Dating Reveal, Mild Exhibitionism Through Accessories, Strong Language

You sit on the edge of the dorm couch, legs crossed, watching Ni-ki sprawl out beside you after practice. His hair is still damp from the shower, sticking to his forehead, and he’s wearing that loose black tank that shows off the sharp lines of his collarbones and the lean muscle of his arms. You can smell the faint trace of his body wash mixed with sweat, and it makes heat pool low in your stomach.

You reach behind your back casually, fingers finding the clasp of your bra under your oversized hoodie. With a quiet click you unhook one strap, sliding it down your shoulder and out through the sleeve without him noticing at first. The thin black lace dangles from your fingers as you turn to him, biting your lip to hide the smirk.

“Here,” you say softly, leaning in close enough that your breath brushes his ear. “A little something for you.”

His eyes flick down to the strap in your hand, then back up to your face, confusion turning into slow realization. You loop the delicate lace around his wrist, hooking the tiny metal clasp so it sits snug against his skin like a secret bracelet. It looks obscene there, feminine and soft against the hard lines of his veins and the faint red marks from hours of dancing.

Ni-ki stares at it for a second, thumb brushing over the lace. Then his gaze darkens, jaw tightening as he grabs your waist and yanks you into his lap without warning. You straddle him, hoodie riding up, and you feel how hard he already is through his sweatpants.

“You’re fucking filthy,” he mutters against your neck, teeth scraping your skin as his hands shove under your hoodie to palm your bare breast where the missing strap used to be. “Giving me your bra strap like some needy little slut who wants everyone to know who she belongs to.”

You moan when he pinches your nipple hard, rolling it between his fingers. “I just thought it’d look cute on you.”

“Cute?” He laughs low and rough, flipping you onto your back on the couch so fast the air leaves your lungs. He’s between your thighs in seconds, shoving your legs up and folding you in half until your knees are pressed to your chest. The mating press. He loves putting you in it because you can’t move, can’t do anything but take whatever he gives you.

He drags your shorts and panties down in one rough pull, tossing them aside, and you feel the cool air hit your soaked pussy. He doesn’t bother undressing fully, just shoves his sweatpants down enough to free his cock. It’s thick and flushed dark, already leaking at the tip as he rubs it through your folds, coating himself in your wetness.

“Look at you,” he groans, pushing your legs wider, deeper, until you’re completely open and pinned beneath him. “Dripping all over my cock just from giving me your fucking bra strap. You want me to ruin this pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you whimper, trying to rock your hips up, but he holds you down easily. “Please, Ni-ki, fuck me.”

He slams into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch burns so good you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as he starts pounding into you without mercy. Every thrust drives him deeper, the angle forcing him to hit that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes. The couch creaks under the force of it, your body jolting with every snap of his hips.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, sweat dripping from his hair onto your chest. His wrist with the lace strap brushes your cheek every time he leans down to bite your neck, the soft material a constant reminder of how dirty this is. “This pussy was made for me. Gonna breed you so deep you feel me for days.”

You sob out his name, clenching around him as he fucks you harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Your thighs tremble from being folded so tightly, but you love it, love how he uses you, how he owns every inch of you in this position.

He reaches down to rub harsh circles on your clit, and you shatter almost instantly, coming with a broken scream as your pussy spasms around his cock. He doesn’t stop, just fucks you through it, dragging out your orgasm until you’re shaking and begging.

“That’s it,” he pants, voice wrecked. “Milk my cock like the greedy little whore you are. Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna pump you so full of my cum it leaks out for hours.”

He buries himself deep and comes with a guttural groan, hips stuttering as he floods you. You feel every pulse, every hot spurt deep inside, and it makes you clench weakly around him again.

Later that night, during EN-O’CLOCK filming, he never takes the strap off. It’s subtle, black lace blending into his dark outfit, but the cameras catch it every time he moves his hands. When he lifts his water bottle, when he gestures during a game, when he laughs and covers his mouth. The strap is there, delicate and unmistakable.

By morning, the internet explodes.

Clips circulate everywhere. Fans zoom in, screenshot, scream in all caps on Twitter and TikTok.

“IS THAT A BRA STRAP ON NI-KI’S WRIST???”


“he’s wearing it so casually i’m going to combust”


“someone’s girlfriend is out there living the dream”


“the way he keeps touching it like he’s thinking about her… i’m unwell”


“ni-ki please that’s a whole ass bra strap you’re not slick”

You watch the chaos unfold from your phone, thighs still sore, his cum still sticky between your legs from earlier. You text him a screenshot of the top trending hashtag.

“You’re never living this down.”

His reply comes almost instantly.

“Good. Let them know you’re mine.”

You wake up the next morning still sore between your thighs, Ni-ki’s side of the bed cold because he had to leave for schedule at dawn. Your phone is blowing up with notifications, screenshots of last night’s EN-O’CLOCK episode flooding every group chat and timeline. The bra strap is trending worldwide, fan accounts have already made slow-motion edits of every time his wrist moved, and the comments are pure chaos.

You’re curled up under the blanket scrolling through it all, giggling at the absolute meltdown, when your phone buzzes with a video call from the group chat the members made for emergencies and dumb shit. You answer immediately, hair a mess, hoodie half falling off your shoulder.

The screen splits into seven familiar faces crammed into what looks like the practice room mirror. They’re all sweaty from morning rehearsal, towels around their necks, and the second they see you they lose it.

Jungwon starts first, eyes wide and teasing. “Noona, did you really break our maknae? He’s been weirdly smiley all morning and keeps touching his wrist like it’s made of gold.”

Heeseung leans in, pretending to be serious. “We thought he got a new tattoo or something cool, but no, it’s lingerie. Actual lingerie. On his arm. In 4K.”

Sunghoon zooms the camera right on Ni-ki’s wrist, the black lace still perfectly clasped there, a little stretched from how much he’s been fiddling with it. “Look at this. He refused to take it off even for dance practice. The stylists almost had a heart attack.”

Jake is cackling in the background, barely able to speak. “Bro said, and I quote, ‘It’s comfortable.’ Comfortable! It’s a bra strap, not a scrunchie!”

Ni-ki finally shoves his way to the front, cheeks pink but eyes playful as he glares at them. “Shut up, all of you. You’re just jealous no one loves you enough to give you their underwear.”

“That’s not—” Sunoo gasps dramatically, hand over his heart. “That’s not even the point! The point is the entire internet thinks you have a secret girlfriend now and they’re losing their minds trying to figure out who she is.”

Jay grins straight at the camera, looking right at you. “Don’t worry, baby, your secret’s safe with us. We’re professionals. We only told like… three staff members.”

You bury your face in the pillow, laughing so hard your stomach hurts. “You guys are the worst. I’m never showing my face again.”

Ni-ki’s voice softens instantly, the teasing dropping as he pushes the others out of frame so it’s just him. “Ignore them. They’re idiots.” He lifts his wrist to the camera, thumb stroking over the lace again, gentle and possessive. “I like it. A lot. Makes me think about you every time it moves.”

The members immediately start making exaggerated gagging noises behind him.

“Ew, he’s being cute, I’m gonna throw up,” Jake fake retches.

“Someone save me from the flirting,” Sunghoon groans, but he’s smiling.

Jungwon pretends to wipe tears. “Our baby is growing up. Yesterday he was stealing my ramen, today he’s wearing his girlfriend’s bra like a wedding ring.”

Ni-ki flips them off without looking, eyes still on you. “Tell them to fuck off for me.”

You blow him a kiss through the screen. “You heard the man. Fuck off, losers.”

They all cheer and whistle like you just proposed to him.

Heeseung yells over the noise. “We love you too, noona! Thanks for making our maknae bearable today!”

The call ends with everyone shouting over each other, promises to tease him all day, and Ni-ki mouthing “I love you” just before the screen goes black.

You drop your phone and pull the blanket over your head, grinning like an idiot, heart too full.

Later that afternoon, clips of the members joking about it start leaking from behind-the-scenes content. Jake pretending to clasp an imaginary bra strap on his own wrist and fluttering his eyelashes. Sunoo holding up a random black ribbon during a game and asking “Is this yours too?” while Ni-ki tackles him laughing.

The fandom eats it up, of course.

“the members KNOW something and they’re protecting it i’m crying”


“enhypen hyungs bullying ni-ki for having a gf is my new favorite genre”


“he’s so whipped he won’t even take it off for schedules… i need what she has”

You screenshot your favorites and send them to Ni-ki.

He replies with a single voice note, low and rough from practice: “Come to the dorm tonight. I want the other strap too.”

You sneak into the dorm that night after their schedule wraps, heart racing as you slip through the back entrance like you’ve done a hundred times before. The place is quiet, most of the members already passed out or in their rooms, but you know exactly where Ni-ki is waiting.

His door is cracked open, light spilling into the hallway. You push it wider and find him sprawled on his bed in nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants, shirtless, the black lace strap still wrapped around his wrist like he hasn’t taken it off once. His eyes snap to you immediately, dark and hungry, and he crooks a finger.

“Get over here.”

You barely make it two steps before he’s up, grabbing you by the waist and slamming you against the door to close it. His mouth crashes into yours, rough and desperate, tongue licking into you like he’s been starving for it all day. You taste the faint mint from his gum and the salt of his skin as he presses his whole body against yours, hard cock already grinding against your stomach through the thin fabric.

“Been hard since practice,” he growls against your lips, hands yanking your hoodie over your head. “Every time this fucking strap moved I thought about how wet you got giving it to me. Thought about folding you up again and splitting this pussy open.”

You moan into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as he shoves your bra down without bothering to unclasp it, mouth latching onto your nipple and sucking hard enough to make your knees buckle. He bites down just enough to sting, then soothes it with his tongue, switching to the other side while his hand dives straight into your leggings.

“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” he groans when his fingers slide through your folds, no panties because you knew what was coming. He circles your clit roughly, then pushes two fingers inside you without warning, curling them deep. “This cunt’s been dripping for me all day, hasn’t it? Thinking about how the whole world saw my wrist and knew someone was getting fucked stupid by me.”

“Yes,” you gasp, rocking down on his hand as he finger-fucks you against the door, palm grinding against your clit. “Wanted you so bad, Ni-ki, please—”

He pulls his fingers out abruptly and shoves them into your mouth, making you taste yourself while he drags your leggings down your legs. “On the bed. Now. I want that other strap.”

You scramble onto the mattress, heart pounding, and he follows like a predator, flipping you onto your back and spreading your thighs wide. He reaches behind you, unhooking your bra with one hand and sliding the remaining strap free. The lace is warm from your skin as he loops it around his other wrist, clasping it tight so now he’s wearing both, one on each side like matching trophies.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, voice low and filthy as he strokes his cock slowly, eyes raking over you spread out naked for him. “Both your straps on me. Everyone’s gonna wonder why I suddenly have two tomorrow.”

He grabs your ankles and pushes your legs up, folding you in half again, deeper this time because he’s not holding back. Your knees are practically by your ears, pussy completely exposed and glistening, and he groans like it hurts to look at you.

“Such a pretty fucking hole,” he says, slapping his cock against your clit a few times until you’re whimpering. “Gonna wreck it.”

He thrusts in hard, no teasing, bottoming out in one stroke that punches the air from your lungs. You cry out, nails scratching down his back as he starts pounding into you, hips snapping with brutal force. The angle is insane, every thrust slamming into your g-spot, his pelvis grinding against your clit on every push forward.

“Fuck, take it,” he pants, sweat dripping down his chest onto yours. The lace straps brush your skin every time he braces his hands beside your head, soft against the hard muscle of his arms. “This pussy’s choking me, baby. You love being my little cockslut, don’t you? Love knowing I’m wearing your dirty secrets while thousands of people watch me.”

You can’t even form words, just broken moans and sobs as he fucks you senseless, the bedframe slamming against the wall loud enough that you’re sure someone’s gonna complain tomorrow. He shifts one hand to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin, and rubs your clit fast and rough with the other.

“Come on my cock,” he demands, voice wrecked. “Show me who this cunt belongs to. Squeeze me like the needy whore you are.”

You shatter instantly, orgasm ripping through you so hard you see white, pussy clenching rhythmically around him as you scream his name. He doesn’t let up, fucking you through it until you’re shaking and oversensitive, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes.

“Good girl,” he praises darkly, pulling out just long enough to flip you onto your stomach. He yanks your hips up and slams back inside from behind, the new angle making you bury your face in the pillow to muffle your cries. “Gonna fill you up now. Gonna breed this perfect little pussy until you’re leaking me for days.”

He drapes himself over your back, one hand sliding under you to keep rubbing your swollen clit while he pounds into you relentlessly. His other wrist, both straps dangling, brushes your cheek as he turns your head to kiss you messy and deep.

“Come again,” he growls into your mouth. “Milk my fucking cock.”

You do, harder than the first time, whole body convulsing as he groans long and low, hips stuttering as he comes deep inside you. You feel every pulse, every thick spurt coating your walls, and he keeps moving slowly until he’s empty, plugging you full.

He collapses half on top of you, both of you panting, his cock still buried inside as he nuzzles your neck.

“You’re keeping me inside all night,” he murmurs, voice soft now, fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip. “And tomorrow I’m wearing both straps again. Let them all lose their minds.”

You smile into the pillow, spent and aching and so fucking satisfied.

“Deal.”

You wake up the next morning tangled in Ni-ki’s sheets, his cum still drying between your thighs from how many times he filled you last night. He’s already up, sitting on the edge of the bed scrolling through his phone, both black lace straps still clasped around his wrists like he never plans to take them off. The morning light hits his bare back, muscles shifting as he turns to look at you, eyes dark with that possessive glint.

“Fuck, you look good like this,” he mutters, crawling back over you and pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. The lace brushes your skin again, soft and teasing. “Marked up, full of me, wearing nothing but my bites.”

You arch up into him, already wet just from his voice. “You’re wearing them again today?”

He smirks, grinding his hard cock against your thigh. “Both of them. For the fan sign. Let them stare.”

He doesn’t waste time. Flips you onto your stomach, yanks your hips up, and slides into you slow and deep, groaning at how easily you take him after last night. You’re still swollen and sensitive, every thrust making you gasp into the pillow as he fucks you lazy and filthy, one hand gripping the headboard, the other rubbing rough circles on your clit.

“Gonna think about this all day,” he pants against your ear, hips snapping harder. “How this greedy pussy sucks me in. Gonna be on stage later with your straps on my wrists and my cum still leaking out of you.”

You come hard around him, muffling your scream in the sheets, and he follows right after, pumping you full again with a low growl. He stays inside you for a minute, kissing down your spine, then pulls out slow, watching his cum drip down your thighs.

“Keep it in,” he says, slapping your ass lightly. “All day.”

The fan sign that afternoon is chaos from the start. Ni-ki shows up in a loose black shirt, sleeves pushed up just enough that both lace straps are visible one on each wrist now, delicate black against his skin. The fans notice immediately. Screams erupt every time he signs something or reaches for a hand, the lace flashing under the lights.

Clips spread like wildfire online within minutes.

“NI-KI HAS TWO BRA STRAPS NOW???”


“he added the second one overnight i’m screaming”


“both wrists… someone is getting RAILED”


“the way he keeps touching them like they’re precious… girlfriend is winning”


“enhypen maknae is NOT beating the whipped allegations”

The members can’t hold it in during the event. Jake leans over during a break, fake whispering loud enough for the mic to catch it. “Yo Ni-ki, you collecting them now? Gotta catch ’em all?”

Sunghoon pretends to adjust an imaginary strap on his own wrist. “Hyung, teach me your ways. I want accessories too.”

Jungwon just laughs, covering his face. “Our baby is in love, leave him alone.”

Ni-ki flips them off with both hands, the straps dangling obviously, and the fans lose their minds even more.

That night, after the schedule ends, he disappears into his room without a word to anyone. You’re at home refreshing Twitter when your phone lights up with a notification from Weverse.

It’s a post from Ni-ki.

A simple black and white photo: his hand holding yours, fingers intertwined, both lace straps visible on his wrists. No faces, just the unmistakable promise ring you wear that fans have never seen before.

Caption: “She’s mine. Been mine for a long time. Thanks for respecting our privacy until now. I love her.”

The internet explodes in seconds.

Weverse crashes. Twitter trends worldwide within minutes: #NiKiDating #NiKiGirlfriend #ENHYPENDatingConfirmed

Screenshots flood everywhere.

“HE HARD LAUNCHED???”


“the bra straps were the hint all along i’m deceased”


“she’s been getting fucked senseless while we were analyzing wrist accessories”


“ni-ki said fuck the rumors i’m claiming her publicly”


“the hand pic… the ring… the straps… i’m not okay”

Pann and TheQoo blow up with threads dissecting every past moment, fans connecting dots from old lives where he smiled too softly at his phone, or dodged dating questions with that smirk.

The members immediately spam the group chat.

Heeseung: “YOU DIDN’T WARN US BRO”


Jake: “welcome to the public relationship club, maknae”


Jay: “proud of you, kid. now prepare for the chaos”


Sunoo: “she better come to the dorm soon i miss her cooking”


Sunghoon: “the straps were genius marketing actually”

Your phone won’t stop buzzing. Old mutual friends texting congratulations, fan accounts you follow privately blowing up your DMs with questions.

Ni-ki calls you an hour later, voice calm but thrilled underneath.

“You see it?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, still in shock. “The whole world knows now.”

“Good,” he says, low and rough. “Come over. I want to fuck you while everyone’s talking about how you’re mine.”

You’re at the dorm in record time. He drags you inside, pins you against the wall the second the door closes, mouth hot on your neck.

“Now they all know,” he growls, shoving your skirt up and sinking to his knees. “This pussy belongs to me.”

He eats you out right there in the hallway, rough and desperate, fingers digging into your thighs as you come on his tongue twice before he even stands up. Then he carries you to his room, both straps still on as he folds you into that mating press again, cock slamming deep and relentless.

“Gonna breed you so good tonight,” he pants, sweat dripping, hips bruising yours. “Let them talk. Let them know I’m the one ruining you every night.”

You lose count of how many times he makes you come, how many loads he pumps into you, until you’re boneless and dripping, marked inside and out.

In the morning, the news is everywhere. Official statements from the company confirming the relationship, asking for respect. But the fandom is mostly supportive shocked, but happy for him.

And Ni-ki? He posts one more thing: a blurry mirror selfie of you asleep on his chest, his arm around you, both lace straps visible against the sheets.

Caption: “Forever.”

The world keeps exploding.

But you’re too busy getting fucked again to care.

pairing: boyfriendsbestfriend!riki x reader

wc: 3.8k

CONTENT WARNING:

18+. mdni. nonidol!au. cheating. boyfriend’s best friend. riki dgaf. spit swallowing. fingering. handjob. alcohol consumption. drug use (girl just some weed). loosely inspired by the weeknd’s song ‘what you need’.

a/n: always pick the sexier friend and remember to leave a man alone the first time he messes up. also, ken is just a made up character so let imagine him as you’d like.

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between the late night phones calls he’d sneak off to take and the canceling of dates at the very last minute, you didn’t know much of what your boyfriend, ken, was up to these days.

for a while you kept a face. you let him go about his business not wanting to start arguments over “what ifs” and your constant “overthinking” as he’d call it. all you knew for sure was that your relationship was slowly but surely fizzling out like a tiki torch being ambushed by strong winds.

somewhere near the four month mark of your now eight month long relationship you noticed ken started to change. at least that’s what you told yourself to somehow cope with the feeling of the boy you once loved wholeheartedly, slipping through your fingers more and more each day. was he changing for the worst? or had he simply been this fucked up and you’re the only one just now noticing?

you contemplated on how you should go about handling your situation even though somewhere in your mind you knew his time with you was up.

then again, you would need at least ten sets of hands to count how many times you’ve said you’d leave him alone. on nights like this one your boyfriend had some excuse already in place for why he wouldn’t be able to make time for you. you’d wish he put his plans aside, but you allowed it.

for now though you’re sitting alone in your room, 9:00pm on a saturday night. ignoring the urge to triple text your so called boyfriend only to get left on delivered, the weeknd playing softly in the background as you sift through your phone carefully picking out which 3-hour long video essay you’d watch until you managed to fall asleep.

it was now 11:00pm and as time passed slowly you thought about how you’d be letting your youth go to waste from sitting around for your not so prince charming to turn back into the guy you once thought you knew. you decided to do yourself up and have a night you’d make sure to not let yourself forget. not totally out of spite of ken, but just to remind yourself of the girl you were before you let him infiltrate your self esteem. it didn’t take you long for you to fix yourself up. your hair was already done, and in your closet lay more mini dresses than you could count. of course you picked the most revealing of the bunch, the one that hugged your body just the way you liked. long enough to just barely cover your intimate areas, short enough to send a message.

knowing you wanted to have a drink or maybe a few tonight, you decided to get an uber instead of driving yourself. as you added the final touches of your look, your ride arrived in almost perfect timing. the ride was quick but the thoughts of ken filled your mind making you contemplate if this was the right way to go about things. as you pulled into the parking lot of the club, you wasted no time entering and scoping the scene of the other warm bodies already present. however, as you made your way through the crowd, you spotted a familiar face. ken’s best friend, riki. it wasn’t surprising to you that he’d be here, it was his scene. the shocking part came after remembering that your boyfriend told you he’d be at riki’s place playing the game for a few hours. but if that were true, why was riki here?

as you made your way to the bar and found an empty seat, you sat and immediately pulled your phone out to check ken’s location— he’d turned it off. your texts still read delivered and at this point you had no intention of sending another. the only thing on your mind right now was the feeling of being just drunk enough that you could forget about him even if it meant just for the night.

you ordered two shots for yourself, feeling the liquid fire coat your throat in a way that almost burned so good. then a few more shots on whoever in the club felt generous enough to put it on their tab. you had about five before you decided it was your limit. you drank until you felt liberated, but not to the point where you were so sick that you couldn’t muster any thoughts at all.

you moved around the club, finding a group of girls that you shared a few classes with. you decided to dance to a few songs, letting the bass of whatever song was currently playing use your body as you swayed effortlessly to the beat. you could admit this is the best you’ve ever felt in a long time but somehow the thought him kept coming back to you.

after a few songs you could tell the night was still young and the end was nowhere in sight, the humidity of the crowd started to get to you so

you made your way to the backyard balcony of the building. as you stepped onto the faux grass grounding, you pulled out your lighter and preroll that you made sure to bring with you. before you could spark a light, you heard a voice in close distance call out to you. you look up so see that it was riki, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air before gesturing the blunt to you.

he stood tall but easy, blond hair falling in all the right places, effortlessly alluring. as you contemplated his offer you thought back to all the times you’d always notice but try to ignore the way he’d look you up and down whenever the two of you were in the same company. the way he’d drag your name out when saying it like he wanted to moan it instead. the way you never would’ve looked ken’s way had riki not approached you first asking if you’re single, because his friend was interested.

you strutted in his direction, putting your own preroll back in the small clutch you carried with you. you took the blunt from his fingers into your own before pulling from it, inhaling and savoring the smoke as it settled into your lungs. you noticed riki’s gaze still on you, though you didn’t bother to meet it.

“i feel like we haven’t seen each other in while, how you been?”

as you exhaled, you took in both the scenery around you and his ice breaking question. you finally met his eyes and tried thinking of the most passive yet unassuming answer that could come to mind but, riki read the look on your face before you could speak. you could tell he had so you decided to ask him something you never thought you’d have to.

“if i asked you to be honest about if ken’s cheating on me, would you tell me?”

your eyes locked into his, looking for any form of sincerity as you motioned the blunt back over to him. he thought a moment before he took it from you.

“do you honestly wanna know?”

he took a hit as you thought about whether or not you actually wanted the answers you were searching for. but before you could answer riki let out a chuckle.

“to be honest with you.. i haven’t talked to ken in a minute” he took a pause, pulling a hit, and exhaling. “but if you think that he’s cheating he probably is.”

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.. and at the fact that you know he’s right. that ken has in fact been messing around for who knows how long. but you’re more so confused at him saying they haven’t talked in a while.

“a minute as in..?” you trailed on trying to dig deeper without seeming too interested.

“a minute as in i don’t really remember the last time we had a real conversation. maybe like three weeks ago. some like that.. ” riki said as he put the blunt back in rotation.

“he never told me that, he told me he was at your place tonight.”

riki tried to hide the smirk that creeped its way onto his face but the smug expression made an appearance anyway.

“your boyfriend doesn’t tell you a lot of shit, and if he knew better he wouldn’t let you be here alone.”

you’d be lying if you said your stomach didn’t ball up into a knot coming to learn your boyfriend would blatantly lie to you. but as the blunt got shorter, your thoughts of ken seemed to become as faded as you and riki were in the moment.

the two of you made small talk. you asked what’d he have to drink tonight, he told you he’s not much of a drinker. he asked who’d you come out with, you told him how you came alone, just wanting a moment of self.

one conversation led to another which ended with him asking if he could take you home, which you agreed.

during the ride home you mentally cursed at yourself for not noticing sooner just how sexy riki was. the way he bit his lip in concentration while driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other placed lazily across his lap. the way you secretly hoped that you could replace his hand with your own in that position. apparently you weren’t paying attention to how hard you were staring because riki didn’t need to turn and face you when he asked you if you liked what you’re seeing.

you chuckled under your breath making up some excuse for how you were tipsy and that you’re not paying attention to where your eyes land, when in reality you’re too focused on trying to calm the heat that’s found its way between your thighs.

the rest of the drive was audibly quiet but the quick glances between the two of you was worth

a million words. as riki pulled closer into the lot of the college town homes, you gathered yourself and your things preparing for the night to end. with your clutch in one hand and in the other being a cup filled half-way with whatever drink you had at the club, now watered down from the melted ice that was paired with it, riki felt the need to help you unfasten your seatbelt. as he reached over, the proximity of his face to your breasts made your heartbeat rise and even gave you a second one. he leaned back a bit before taking his own off. once the restraint was lifted, you adjusted yourself in preparation to open the car door and free yourself.

“let me walk you inside, you’re carrying too much.”

you silently nodded before the two of you made your way to the front door of your apartment. he held your things as you inserted and turned your keys, letting both of you inside. you motioned for him to sit your belongings on the kitchen counter.

the door shut behind you, the quiet of your apartment making the clicking of the latch sound louder than it should have.

you stumbled to your couch, taking off your heels, finally feeling the relief of the past few hours. through the dimly lit living room you could feel riki’s gaze follow you, almost as if he were waiting for some sort of approval.

you pushed yourself off of the plush furniture, letting your feet guide you back to the kitchen and right in front of him.

“thank you.. you know.. for the ride and all”

you let your eyes scan over his body, before looking up and letting them trail his sculpted face. biting back the urge the reach out and touch him wherever your hand would mindlessly run across first as your thoughts fight between knowing he’s off limits and feeling the rush of liquid courage pulsing through your veins.

riki didn’t answer you immediately as his expression changed into something restrained but almost dark, like he was tired of holding himself back.

“i didn’t expect to see you tonight, but i’m kinda glad i did.” you let your words flow as your fingers toyed at the seams of your dress, running across your thighs.

riki’s eyes followed your movements, taking in the shape of you that he’d quietly studied over the last few months. he stepped closer to you as he finally spoke, in a lower tone than he had used all night.

“you’re welcome.”

your heartbeat rose to your ears, thumping so loudly you fear he’d hear it. you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat.

“i guess i’ll see you around then?” you asked, your words somewhere between a question and a knowing statement.

riki let out a low, breathy chuckle. “definitely.”

silence followed as he moved closer toward you instead of the door. he hesitated for a second before opening his arms just wide enough for you to fit in them and pulling you in.

“c’mere..”

everything about the way riki melted into in your figure, felt that of a man. from the scent of his cologne to the cut of each muscle that built up his arms.

as riki pulled you closer, you let your hands trail up to his neck, while his hands found their way around your lower back. the height difference between the two of you, on top of whatever scent he was wearing at the moment only added to the already flowing stream of heat in your core. his hands made their way to your shoulders, one finding a resting place against the back of your neck with a small grip.

he swayed you a bit in his arms before pulling you back slightly.

“good night.” he said with a dazed smirk splayed across his lips as he placed a small but knowing kiss between your eyebrows.

you thought of ken for a moment. how at one point he was affectionate enough to mark playful kisses around your face and body. but the thoughts of remembering how as of late he’d been treating you like just another body took over immediately.

maybe it was the shots from a few hours ago coming in to haunt you.. maybe you were just so fed up with holding back your own desires.. maybe you just wanted to feel something for once in such a long time.. whatever the reason was, it led your lips to land upon riki’s.

the kiss felt drunk. not because you were, but because of the hunger that lied within it. the kind of kiss that would deepen with every lap of his tongue against yours as he held your head in place against his.

you felt riki’s strong but soft hands lead themselves down your backside, finding a grip on the back of your thighs as he lifted you onto the island of your kitchen. his movements were sharp and precise as if he’d practiced them time and time again.

never breaking the intimacy of your mouths, he let one of his hands sit between the small space where your thighs met, prying them open with a hungry force. you removed your hands from his neck as you attempted to free yourself from the barely existent fabric, which was the only thing holding back the pool of hormones you’ve built up throughout the night.

“let me do it baby, just tell me how you want it.” he spoke lustfully into your mouth, swatting your hands away.

his fingers teasingly brushed over the thin fabric. feeling how wet you were, he intensified the kiss.

his hand found its way through the lace as his thumb ran up and down your wet slit, drawing small circles around your clit.

riki, still riding his high, couldn’t begin to remember all the times he’d dream of having you in a position like this, especially in moments where his best friend would brag on the disgusting sounds and faces you’d make in the act of it all. he swallowed your moans, but he wanted you louder. he wanted to leave here knowing the one girl he’d always assumed he’d never have, had finally become undone at his will.

as for you, you wanted— needed more. your fingers tugged at belt loops of his oversized jeans, pleading for him. you undid his zipper and let your hand slip inside, rubbing against the twitching bulge that was begging to be set free. riki took his free hand to help you out, lowering the denim to his knees before placing his hand on top of yours, guiding you across his dick through fabric of his boxers.

your fingers hooked into the band of his brief, lowering them just enough for him to spring free. the sight of him made you sick. the thought of knowing that this is what you would’ve had, had ken not been apart of the equation.

you broke the kiss to spit in your hand, using it as lube as you worked your way up and down his shaft. riki let out a breathy moan, tilting his head back just enough to see your every move, never stopping his own pacing in pleasing you as two of his fingers found their way inside of you, pumping at the same rate as you were doing to him.

riki noticed everything about you. how your thighs jerked and clenched around his hand like you were fighting the urge to reach your peak. he moved his hand from your core and replaced your hand on his shaft. you watched him in awe. he pulled your panties asides, not bothering to take them off completely. your core tightened as he dragged his tip across your clit, letting himself smack against you a few times, the wet sounds making his ear perk. riki wasted no time burying himself deep into you. your body leaned back almost instinctively, your legs holding themselves up against your chest. the sounds of slapping skin filled the once quiet room as your greedy moans followed, threatening to take first place in an unspoken battle of volume.

with your back flat against the cold marble countertop, riki looked down at you as if you were a masterpiece. he took the opportunity to remove his shirt before hooking his hands into the folds of your knees, holding you in place while steadying himself, as well as his rhythm.

“fuuuckk..” he let your name roll off his tongue as if he were hungry for it.

riki adjusted himself inside of you, playing at different angles and seeing which ones you’d react best to. it seemed the louder you became, the harder he thrusted.

“riki— mmmh—“

you began to unconsciously push away, running from the intense pleasure of his stretch. you didn’t get too far as riki, with his hold still strong around your thighs, pulled you closer to the edge, closer to him.

while one of his hands held firm, the other found its way to your neck. gripping tight enough to have you sit up and meet him eye to eye, though yours were shut tight from the immense pleasure , his thrusts were still going strong. your hands latched onto his back, nails clawing in ways you knew for sure would leave a mark.

“look at me baby..” riki growled, slowing his pace thinking it would be enough for you to come back to your senses.

“open your mouth for me.”

you eyes lazily open and your lips parted, sounds you never even knew you could make escaping. before you could form any other thoughts, riki pursed his lips. a string of spit formed, landing perfectly on the bed of your tongue.

“swallow it.” and you did. riki bit his bottom lip, smirking in way that made your eyes and head roll back. he took this as an opening to leave hot, wet kisses down your neck and into your chest. he pulled the fabric of your dress down, the cold air around you paired with the moment of pure bliss made your nipples harden as riki took your breasts into his mouth. sucking and swirling his tongue around your nipples, as if he wasn’t sure if this were the last time he’d have the chance.

in a swift motion riki gave a final deep stroke before removing himself completely and helping you to your feet, turning you around with your back now against his bare chest. if it weren’t for his hands around your waist you’d be sure that your knees would’ve given out any second now.

he bent you over, placing one hand in the small of your back, making sure your arch stays in place. the other hand gripping at your ass.

with no wasted movements he inserted himself, the new position making you rise to your tippy toes from the feel of him. your hands gripped the counter in front of you as you moan uncontrollably, noticeably louder than before.

“you like it when i fuck you like this?” riki let out a mocking chuckle.

“mmmhmm” was the only sound you could come up with as your brain felt like it was being rewired.

you felt a sharp smack to your ass and a grunt from riki. “use your words with me baby..”

“mmm— yesss-“ you muttered, your moans still breaking through.

“he never fucked you like this huh?” riki growled, letting another smack land onto you.

“n— mmm— noo-“

riki picked up his pace and moaned back as you matched it, grinding into him, multiplying the friction between you two as you feel your core tighten, he felt it too.

“tell me it’s mine.”

“it’s yours—- it’s yours riki—“ you scream as you reach your peak, coming down on him, letting the last syllable of his name drag out into a deep moan.

the feeling of it all made you think about how what the two of you were doing felt so good— it should’ve been illegal for it to have been so wrong.

you felt riki’s grip on your ass tighten as his other hand made its was to your hair. he gripped for support as his strokes became rigid and sloppy. he kept going until the last minute, pulling himself out and painting your back his own warm fluids.

you remained in the same position, slouched over, still feeling the pulse of your core and unwilling to face the reality of what just happened.

riki placed his hands against your hips again, helping steady you. he placed a kiss on your shoulder from behind. as the quiet hums of your place reset before being interrupted by a notification from your phone.

ken

nishimura riki doesn’t know when to stop.

this applies to many things: one, when he’s at dance practice and he refuses to go home ‘till he’s perfected a choreo, and two, when he’s bickering with his frat brothers on who gets the last bowl of cereal — and later on, who has to run out and get some more.

riki almost always ends up winning the last bowl, and jungwon is the one who reluctantly takes up the responsibility of cereal shopping after riki’s relentless bargaining.

and third: when you’re bent over someone’s bathroom sink in front of a foggy mirror and can’t see the mascara running down your cheeks — you keep cumming all over him, and he has no idea how to make you stop.

scratch that — it’s not that he doesn’t know when to stop, it’s more like he has no idea how.

it’s not his fault his cock is amazing, nor is it his fault that he doesn’t know how to stop making you cum.

riki calls it a curse, and when sunghoon first heard about this ‘issue’ (in air quotes), he couldn’t help but cover his own ears and tell him to stop “talking a lot of shit”. heeseung walked out of the room with his eyes rolling to the back of his skull, and sunoo couldn’t help but to stare from across the room with something close to bewilderment in his face.

“f-fuckfuckfuck—“ riki groans, almost animalistic in nature. the sounds of wet skin slapping echo and ring in your ears, and you wholly believe you’re going to go blind with how your vision is going white. “pussy’s so fucking tight—mmh—gonna cum again? already?” and his rough fingers are prodding at your lower belly, “oh shit, baby. can feel it riiight here.”

“r-riki, i can’t, i can’t—“ your screams are muffled by your hand, palm now covered in saliva, teeth marks decorating your skin. “i can’t take anymore—“

“n-no, you can baby,” he responds almost too quick, body leaning forward to press gentle kisses onto your shoulders. his teeth graze your skin once, and you shudder at the contact. by this point, you’re sure he’s left at least five hickeys that you can’t see. “just take what i give you, mm?”

take what he gives you.

that’s the problem with him. you’re always taking. taking, taking, taking. orgasm after orgasm. position after position. you’re starting to think he has an addiction.

“where the hell are [name] and riki? are they upstairs?” your ears catch a familiar voice behind the door, fading quickly, as if he’d been running around the place. “oh my god, not the sheets—“

sweet, innocent jake. laundry duty won’t be too bad tomorrow. he’ll have to bow down to you, and then riki, for being too filthy to take the walk of shame upstairs.

the party outside goes on without you — for a brief moment, you’re reminded of where you are. it’s heeseung’s 8th house party this year, which probably meant this was 8th time nishimura riki has dragged you inside of an inconspicuous area of the frat house to fuck like his life would end the following morning.

the music doesn’t reach you here like how it does outside — the floor doesn’t shake with every bass drop, nor are you bumping into random strangers every step you take. you suppose you could count your blessings this way. you’ll do just about anything to take your mind off the way nishimura riki’s making you see those pearly white gates.

“squeezing me so fuckin’ tight,” he lands one harsh slap to your right ass cheek, the sting immediately following before going numb. you squeal, head dropping low. “you cum so fast, baby—s’fucking cute.”

you almost roll your eyes at the remark. riki makes you sound like you’re easy to please — but it’s only cause you’ve never had sex like this, not with anyone like nishimura riki, and you’re sure you never will.

you’d never tell him that, though.

“haa—shut the fuck up, riki,” you moan, hands gripping the sides of the sink counter as you try to stabilise yourself. his hips are snapping into you with intention, like he wants to make a family of five, and it terrifies you in what may be the sexiest way possible. “fuuuck, i’m close—gonna cum!”

“you’re sooo mean to me,” riki mocks, “should’ve just ended with the 4th. ungrateful girl.”

he doesn’t actually mean that.

you know it because he’s still pushing himself deeper in, angling himself just right so he’s kissing your cervix with every single snap of his hips. you’re shaking all over, still leaning into riki’s touch despite the sheer overstimulation his body is managing to give you.

“too much, too fucking much—“

your hair is sticking to all sides of your face, and if not for the impossibly good dick stretching you out, you’re confident this would be the last circle of hell — you’re sticky, hot, and your makeup is ruined.

“you’ll take it,” riki declares, eyebrows knit with his eyes zeroed on the fat of your ass — red and bruised from him — he stares a long while before glancing up at the mirror, watching your teary-eyed face scream his name.

your legs are giving out, knees turning to jelly as your back arches into riki’s chest. he’s drinking all of it up, and you see it on that smug, punchable face of his through the foggy glass.

another reason why his dick is such a curse: he can’t get you to stop creaming all over his stupidly pretty cock. sunghoon will have to hear about this.

after your 5th orgasm, he’s quick to flip you around; legs wrapped around his waist, locked behind his back, as he pushes his flushed head past that tight ring of muscle, greeting your perfect cunt again.

“f-fuck, one more—“ riki pleads with you, knowing damn well your self control is no better than his. you do nothing but wrap your arms around him, head dipping into the crook of his neck, sucking at the flushed skin.

he almost fucking whimpers. “s-shit, don’t do that—“

riki doesn’t mean that either.

you’re still leaking from the previous round (approximately 1 minute prior, if his mind serves him correctly), and all it does is make the slip inside easier — though it spills and makes a mess onto the floor and makes his strokes a million times more sloppy, riki finds his mind blanking when he sees the mix of his and your cum flowing down your pretty thighs.

“shit, you’re so fucking hot,” his chin tilts up, letting you have easier access to his neck. your tongue presses flat against his throat, feeling the frantic pulse underneath his skin, and it’s telling you he’s enjoying every single moment of this. “wanna make you cum again, please—“

and when you’ve both come undone for the… 6th? 7th? 8th? time, nishimura riki almost always finds himself watching for the mix of cum that spills out from your pussy.

oh. he thinks he might have solved this curse.

“we need to start using condoms,” he mumbles under his breath as he helps you slide your panties back on. you’re panting, and he’s wiping your tears away. “like, seriously.”

it feels oddly romantic coming from a guy who’d just ruined your ability to walk for the next week.

“why?” your head tilts slightly, genuinely perplexed. “i’m on the pill. period’s coming. shouldn’t be a big dea—“

“just trust me.” riki sighs, feeling his heart shatter into ten million pieces (important: he stresses this to park sunghoon the next morning). what the hell do they call this? a necessary evil?

“oookay,” you shrug, hopping off the counter. you wobble a little, but riki’s arms are quick to support you.

so, when he’s hungover the following morning and finishes the last bowl of fruit loops, he insists on being the one to run to the store.

“why the hell are there condoms on the receipt?” jungwon asks aloud, voice echoing from the kitchen, and the rush of blood that goes to riki’s face is priceless — sunghoon can only snicker, while sunoo has that look again.

some fucking curse.

| nishimura riki. fake texts

⭑𓂃♪‧₊˚texts exchanged between fwb!riki x reader ꞌ.ꞌwarnings: profanity, suggestive content, crack, horny idiots!

── .a/n 【💬】 : guys first smau and second fic on this blogg also for the annonie who requested this i hope i fulfilled your expectations— although to be fair less jealousy more crack🎱 ( for this ask! )

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ after months of being buried in the idol life, riki yearns to be in your arms again ｡｡ ɪᴅᴏʟ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 800 + / kisses, skinship, petnames ｡｡

𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑣𝑒…

after months of performing under blinding stage lights, smiling for cameras, running on adrenaline and caffeine, rikis body finally gives up before his ego does. he stumbles into the apartment long after midnight. the door clicks shut, and with it, the idol persona slides off him like a heavy coat dropped to the floor.

for a moment, he just stands there in the dark hallway, staring at nothing, swaying slightly like he might fall asleep right there. his breathing is shallow, his eyes half lidded with exhaustion. his hands are trembling. not from cold, but from pure depletion. he should shower. he should eat. he should stretch. but there’s only one place his body wants to go and that’s to you.

he walks through the dim hallway, his footsteps unusually quiet, as if even the floorboards feel sorry for him tonight. the apartment smells faintly of your vanilla body lotion and home, warm, safe, familiar. the bedroom glows with gentle yellow lamplight. you’re there, lying beneath a blanket, glasses still on, book slipping from your fingers as your eyes blink heavily.

you hear him before you see him. “baby…” he breathes, voice papery and worn. you turn your head, and the second your eyes land on him, hair messy, shoulders slumped, face vulnerable, your heart softens instantly. “ki…”

he doesn’t undress, doesn’t unpack, doesn’t speak. he just climbs into bed and collapses into you like you’re the only stable surface on earth. his head finds your neck, burrowing into that space like a lock clicks into it’s key. his arms wrap around your waist and squeeze tight, desperate, wordless.

you stroke your fingers through his hair, slow and loving. “you’re shaking,” you murmur. “i’m just…so tired,” he mumbles into your skin. “i feel like i haven’t stopped moving for weeks.” his voice cracks on the last word.

he presses a soft kiss to your neck seeking your warmth, your reality. you feel the warmth of his lips sink into you. your hand travels down his back, tracing every knotted muscle. riki exhales shakily like the air finally remembers how to leave his lungs. his body settles into yours, tension dripping off him one muscle at a time.

for the first time in days…he’s not performing. “i missed you,” he whispers. you gently tilt his face up, holding his cheeks with both hands. his eyes, heavy with exhaustion and emotion, meet yours. you kiss his forehead soft and slow. his eyelids flutter. you kiss the bridge of his nose. his lips part with a tiny breath and his body relaxes further into you.

then you kiss each cheek, slow and warm. his lips part with a soft sigh, like he didn’t know how badly he needed this. he whispers, barely audible, “don’t stop.” so you don’t. you press a delicate kiss to the corner of his mouth. then the other. then finally a soft kiss right in the center, barely touching, just enough.

he lets out a shaky sigh, eyes closing fully now, as if surrendering to you. he slips one leg between yours, tucking himself close. his palms slide under your shirt to rest against your back warm, steady, connected. his thumbs make slow, lazy circles on your skin, not for any reason except he needs to feel you there.

“everyone wants a piece of me lately,” he says quietly. “staff, fans, cameras…i feel like i’m always being touched, always being looked at, always performing…but none of it feels real. it’s like i’m…hollow.”

you kiss his temple. “you’re not hollow.” you kiss his cheek. “you’re not alone.” you kiss the corner of his jaw. “you’re home now.”

finally, you kiss his lips again properly this time. slow, deep, and warm. he leans into it heavily, mouth moving against yours with a softness that nearly breaks you. your thumb strokes his cheekbone, and he sighs into your mouth, the sound small and sincere.

when you pull back, his eyes are glazed with relief. “can i…have another?” he whispers. you kiss him again longer, gentler. and again. and again. each kiss feels like quiet medicine.

eventually he shifts so that he’s lying almost fully on top of you, his weight cocooning you. his cheek presses to your collarbone, hair tickling your chin. your arms encircle him like a blanket, holding him securely. you kiss the top of his head, breathing him in.

his breathing finally begins to slow…arms tightening around you like he’s anchoring himself. “you’re home now,” you whisper into his hair. he hums, almost asleep already. “thank you…for being my safe place. for letting me be just…me.” his voice trails off. his breathing deepens. even as he falls asleep, his fingers curl into your shirt, his leg remains tangled with yours, and his entire body remains molded to you holding on.

and that night, under soft lamplight and blankets and quiet breathing, idol riki disappears and your riki stays wrapped around you, finally at peace.

ꔛ ━ mdni !

contains: nsfw, fingering s/o, massive praise, squirting, squirt eating, pet names, morning sex, some fluff 〰︎〰︎

- genre: smut, imagine, nonidol au, suggestive language

ꔛ a/n: did this vid remind anyone else about Niki fingering his s/o? What I’m talking abt is around the 20:30 min mark. Cuz the part where he has the clear stuff on his hands made me think of that exact thing 😋 | my take on that below the cut. ⇩

wc: 600+

〰︎〰︎ pairings: bf!niki x fem!reader ━ ꔛ

🪻 You yawned groggily, pushing the sheets away from your exposed chest. The cold morning air of your apartment giving you noticeable goosebumps, as you rolled over you met Riki’s gaze. His love for you didn’t need to be put into words as you silently stared over at him and he did the same. You smiled softly analyzing his expression it was a tender and affectionate stare, but there was something else in his eyes too. Hunger.

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‘Upset stomach, nausea, and, in rare instances, liver damage if overused.’ Is what the back of your pain medication bottle said as you popped 2 more than the recommended dosage, not caring about anything more than getting a good grade on your final exams tomorrow— you swallowed while coughing a bit. Due to the rapidly approaching exams and lack of knowledge you had, you found yourself attending your local cram school (private, supplemental educational institution that prepares students for specific goals) after school to study as a last resort.

Sitting next to a couple of losers you rolled your eyes and set down your things. You never really focused on school until this year since your parents really started cracking down on grades or they threatened you that they’d kick you out. You bit your tongue at the fact that was eating you alive and decided to try and study for this finial with all of your brainpower.

“..you shouldn’t take that many,” a monotone voice chimed in, ruining your thought process. You turned your head slowly with an annoyed expression to meet eyes with a boy. He looked about your age maybe a bit older, his lips were slightly parted most likely in shock that you took so many pills at once. His eyes looked puppy-ish and sad yet glittered with a hint of concern?

Niki nsfw audio

This one has a bit of whimpers 🫠

GIVE YOU ALL OF ME, I WANT ALL OF YOU, nishimura riki (smut)

implied idol!ni-ki (referred as riki) x inexperienced, older (noona), afab!reader, reader has a bush 😳, body worship, nipple & clitoral stim, p in v, raw sex (wrap it up 🥀), ni-ki cries so maybe dacryphillia, vanilla, missionary with eye contact type shi, lmk if there’s more. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

word count: 2k, could be read as part 2 ot this imagine!

summary: ni-ki comes home after three days, and you decide it’s time for you to reach another milestone in your relationship: you’re ready to make love with him. and although ni-ki is more experienced than you while being the younger one, he leads you and makes you feel the love and respect he has for you. and he’s so in love with you that he cries for the first time while getting intimate with someone.

The three days Ni-ki was away for a photoshoot felt like three years. The longing was a physical ache, a hollowed-out space under his ribs that only your presence could fill. He'd texted you goodnight every night, but it never felt the same as the real warmth of you. So when his schedule finally ended, he didn't go back to the dorm. He went straight to your apartment, letting himself in with the key that felt more like a lifeline.

He moved silently behind you, his arms sliding around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. You gasped, startled, then immediately melted into him with a soft, relieved sigh.

"You're back," you whispered, your hands coming up to cover his, where they rested on your stomach.

He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo. "I missed you." The words were simple, but they were all he had. He held you like that for a long moment, just breathing you in. You didn't pull away. Instead, your fingers tightened over his.

"Riki?" you asked, your voice soft but knowing.

He couldn't speak. The tension of the days apart, the constant yearning, the raw desire he'd tried to tame; it was all spilling over the edge, and he was powerless to stop it.

You slowly turned in his embrace until you were facing him. Your eyes, in the dim light, were wide and clear, seeing straight through him. You brought a hand up to his cheek, your touch cool from the glass of water.

A small, brave smile touched your lips. "I see the way you look at me. I feel it. And... I want you to know..." you took a shaky breath, your gaze never leaving his. "I want you, too. As much as you want me."

It was the permission, the confirmation, he hadn't known he was waiting for. It shattered the last of his restraint. He kissed you. It wasn't like your other kisses. This was not a question, but an aching answer. It was deep and slow, and full of a pent up hunger. His hands came up to cradle your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as his mouth moved over yours, telling you everything he couldn't say.

He felt you respond with a matching intensity, your arms winding around his neck, your body pressing flush against his. The world narrowed to the feel of your lips, the taste of you, the soft sounds of your breathing.

When you finally broke apart, both breathless, he searched your eyes. "Y/N," he breathed, his voice filled with emotion. "Are you... are you sure?"

He had to be certain. His love for you was too deep to risk anything less than your consent. You nodded, eyes shining with unshed tears; not of fear, but of overwhelming love and decision. "I'm sure. I'm ready. I'm ready to give you all of me, Riki. And I want all of you."

He felt a shiver run through him. He took your hand, lacing your fingers together. "Then come with me."

He led you to the bedroom, his heart pounding against his ribs. The air was thick with an intimacy charged and sacred. He sat you down on the edge of the bed and knelt before you, looking up. He was the guide, and despite being younger, he felt the weight of that responsibility settle on him, not as a burden, but as an honor.

"We go at your pace," he whispered, his hands resting on your knees. "Always. If you feel like it’s too much, and want me to stop, I will immediately stop. Okay?”

The trust in your eyes was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "I know," you said. "I trust you."

He settled next to you then, and began with lifting your shirt over your head with a slowness that was pure worship. His breath caught as you were revealed to him. Your bra was a simple, lace-trimmed cotton, and the sight of you, so real and unguarded, made his hands tremble. He didn't fumble. He reached behind you, his fingers finding the clasp. As it came undone, he met your gaze, ensuring you were still with him, before gently pulling the fabric away.

Your breasts were beautiful, prettier than he'd imagined. A soft, awed sound escaped him. "God, Y/N," he murmured. He didn't grab or grope. He leaned forward and pressed a soft, open mouthed kiss to the valley between them, feeling your shudder. His hands came up to cradle their weight, his thumbs stroking over your nipples until they pebbled into tight buds under his touch.

"Okay?" he whispered against your skin.

A breathy, "Yes," was your only reply.

He took one peak into his mouth, suckling gently, his tongue flicking and circling. He learned your rhythm, the way your breath hitched when he applied more pressure, the little gasps that told him he'd found a spot you liked. He lavished the same attention on the other, his hands never still, stroking your sides, your back, grounding you in his touch.

He laid you back on the bed, his movements deliberate and slow. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, and you lifted your hips for him, a gesture of trust that made his throat tight. He dragged them down your legs, his knuckles brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and let them fall to the floor.

And you were completely bare before him. His imagined map of you was nothing compared to reality. The gentle curve of your hips, the soft thatch of hair at their junction, the elegant line of your legs. He drank you in, his gaze a physical caress.

"You're so beautiful," he said. "Every part of you."

He joined you on the bed, not covering your body with his yet, but lying beside you, propped on an elbow. He kissed you again, deeply, as his hand began slowly traveling down your body. He traced your collarbones, cupped your breast, skimmed your ribs, and finally, his fingers brushed the soft curls between your legs.

He felt your jolt, a tiny, nervous flinch. He stilled his hand, his mouth still on yours. “Shhh," he soothed. "Just feel. I just want to make you feel good."

He kept his touch light at first, a gentle, petting motion over your mound, letting you grow accustomed to the intimacy. He watched your face, learning your expressions. Then, slowly, he parted your folds.

You were already wet, your heat and slickness a devastating confirmation of your desire for him. A low groan rumbled in his chest. He circled your entrance with a single, questing finger, not pressing in, just teasing.

"Riki..." you whimpered, your hips giving an involuntary, tiny jerk.

"I've got you," he murmured against your lips. He found the small, swollen nub of your clit and began to stroke it in slow, deliberate circles.

Your back arched off the bed, a sharp cry torn from your throat. "Oh!"

He kept his rhythm steady, his eyes locked on your face, mesmerized by the signs of pleasure across your features. He watched as your brow furrowed in concentration, your lips parted on silent gasps, your body beginning to move in time with his touch. He learned what you liked; a firmer pressure, a faster pace, the occasional, gentle dip of a finger into your entrance, just to the first knuckle, making you clench around him.

He was building your pleasure with the focus of an artist to the point where you were writhing beneath his hand, your fingers digging into his arm, your cries becoming pleading sounds.

"Please... I... I'm going to..."

"Let go, noona," he urged, his voice thick with his own need. "Come for me. I want to feel it."

His permission was the final release. Your body seized, a beautiful, violent tremor wracking your frame. A long, broken moan echoed in the quiet room as you climaxed against his hand, Your inner muscles fluttering wildly around his finger. He held you through it, whispering praises into your skin, his heart swelling with a fierce, protective joy that he had been able to give you this.

As your tremors subsided, he gently withdrew his hand and moved over you, bracing himself on his arms. He was still fully clothed, the hard ridge of his erection a painful pressure against his pants. Your eyes, hazy with pleasure, fluttered open to look at him.

"Now you," you whispered, voice wrecked.

He shook his head, a tender smile on his face. "This was for you." He finally removed his own clothes with quick movements. When he was as bare as you were, he settled back between your legs, the tip of his length nudging against your slick heat. He looked down at you, his expression full of a love so deep it was painful. "I love you," he said like a vow.

"I love you, too," you breathed, your hands coming up to cup his face.

He pushed forward, slowly, carefully, his eyes locked on yours. He watched your eyes flutter closed as he breached you, a soft sharp gasp escaping your lips as your body stretched to accept him. He felt a tight resistance, and stilled completely, letting you adjust, his own body trembling with the effort of his control.

The feeling of being inside you, finally connected in the most intimate way possible, was beyond anything he had ever known. This was different from anything else he experienced, this erased everything he had before you. It was a sense of rightness, of home, so immense it stole the air from his lungs. A tear escaped from the corner of his eye and slid down his high cheekbone.

He wasn't sad. He was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by the effect of your trust, by the depth of his love, by the beauty of this moment.

You reached up, your thumb gently wiping the tear away. "Riki?" you whispered, your voice full of worry.

He shook his head, a watery smile touching his lips. "I'm just... so happy. I love you so much."

When your body relaxed around him, finally ready, he began to move. It wasn't a quick, lustful rhythm, but a slow, deep, rolling motion of his way to cherish the moment. He praised you, guiding your hips to meet his, watching your face as you began to discover a new kind of pleasure.

“You’re doing so well, you’re so good for me…”

He felt you building again, your breaths coming in shorter gasps, your nails on his back. He shifted his angle slightly, and your eyes flew open in shock as he brushed a spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

"There?" he asked, his voice guttural. You could only nod, your mouth open in a silent 'O’.

He focused on that spot, his thrusts becoming more purposeful, driving you steadily, relentlessly, towards a second, even more powerful climax. When you came, your cry was a sob of pure ecstasy, your body clamping down around him in waves that shattered his control. With a low groan of your name, he followed you over the edge, his own release filling you to the brim.

For a long time, you both simply lay entangled, sweat-slicked bodies cooling, hearts hammering a slowing rhythm against each other. He was still inside you, refusing to break the connection. He pressed soft, reverent kisses to your hair, your forehead, your shoulders.

Ni-ki’s back was pressed against the headboard, chest rising and falling faster than usual. His usual composed, predatory aura was cracked, barely held together, as he stared down at you, watching your hands tremble slightly as you leaned closer to him.

“Are… are you sure?” he asked, voice low but tense, a flush creeping over his cheeks. He’d never let anyone see him like this, vulnerable, anticipating, not in control. Not until now.

You nodded, biting your lip, trying not to shiver as you shifted forward. “I… I want to,” you whispered. “I wanna make you feel good.”

That little confirmation, soft and trembling, made something dark and feral flicker in Ni-ki’s gaze. He swallowed hard, trembling slightly as he spread his legs just enough for you. “H-hurry then,” he urged, voice rough, almost desperate. “I… I don’t… I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

You swallowed, heat pooling low in your stomach as your hands gripped him at the base. Carefully, you brushed your lips along the tip, letting your tongue drag softly over the sensitive head, teasing him. He gasped sharply, eyes fluttering closed for a moment, and you smiled against him, hearing the slight hitch in his breath.

“You like that?” you asked, breath warm on his skin.

“Y-yes…” Ni-ki’s voice was strained, barely under control. “God, yes…”

Encouraged, you took a deeper breath and slowly enveloped him, sliding your mouth over the tip of his cock with deliberate care. His hips twitched reflexively at the new sensation, hands tightening in the sheets, trying to keep steady.

Ni-ki’s eyes snapped open, pupils blown. “Oh, fuck… oh shit, that feels…” His words broke off into short moans, the grip on the sheets tightening. “I… I didn’t… I didn’t think…”

“Shh,” you cooed softly, tongue dragging over the sensitive underside as your hands stroked the base. “Just… let me.”

His back arched slightly, and you could feel how hard he was already, how desperate. Ni-ki wasn’t used to being on the receiving end like this, he was usually the predator, the one in control. But your lips, your hands, the warm wet heat of your mouth… it had him trembling in ways he didn’t know he could.

“Fuck… you’re… you’re… damn,” he groaned, jaw tightening as you deepened your mouth, careful at first, then a little faster, letting him push in gently. Each movement made him gasp, eyes squeezing shut, hips jerking slightly, and his voice grew hoarse.

“Like that?” you whispered, pulling back for just a moment to see his reaction.

Ni-ki nodded, but the flush in his cheeks betrayed him. “Y-yeah… just like that… please…” He was gasping, panting, voice rough and a little high-pitched as he tried to gather his composure.

You took that as encouragement, letting your hands and mouth work together, sloppy and wet, more confident now. Your tongue traced up and down, swirling around the tip, licking into every sensitive crease, and your hands stroked in sync, learning his reactions.

Ni-ki let out a shaky laugh, almost incredulous. “I… I didn’t… I didn’t think… this would, this would feel…” He groaned, tugging slightly at your hair, but not roughly, just enough to guide your rhythm. “So… good… god…”

He hissed as you bobbed your head, the wet, messy sounds filling the room, and he finally let himself fall back against the headboard, surrendering to the sensation. His hands clutched at the sheets, hips rocking into your mouth unconsciously.

“Ni-ki…” you murmured, lips and tongue working faster now, feeling how sensitive he was, how desperate, how much he needed this. “You feel so good… just like this…”

“Oh—fuck… don’t stop… please, don’t stop…” His voice was strained, desperate, laced with a hint of awe. “I… I didn’t… didn’t think anyone… could… like this…”

You teased him even more, swirling your tongue at the tip, letting your lips tighten around him, sucking just enough to make him shiver violently. Ni-ki let out a strangled groan, gripping the sheets as his back arched, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You… you’re amazing,” he gasped, voice breaking slightly. “God… I’ve… never… felt—like this…”

His hips jerked suddenly, and you felt him twitch in your mouth. You held him carefully, letting him ride out his first intense orgasm, sucking and licking him through every shudder, every gasped word, every shaky exhale. Ni-ki’s chest heaved, flushed, and he let his head fall back, utterly undone by your mouth, entirely at your mercy.

When he finally shivered to stillness, you pulled back gently, lips glistening, breath uneven. He looked down at you, eyes dark, pupils dilated, and for a moment, all the composure he usually carried melted away.

“God…” he whispered, voice hoarse, chest rising and falling rapidly. “That… that was… insane… you… you’re insane…”

You smiled, cheeks flushed, brushing a strand of hair from his damp forehead. “First time,” you murmured.

Ni-ki’s lips curved into a small, incredulous smile. “Yeah… first time… but… I don’t know if I can ever…” He shivered again, leaning down slightly to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “I… I don’t think I’ll ever forget this…”

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───genre: nsfw.

───synopsis: riki as your exhausted bf who uses you as a relief.

The announcement had dropped only hours ago, the one fans had been waiting for, and the one Ni-ki had dreaded. The group would be taking a break. It sounded peaceful in words, but everyone knew what it really meant: burnout, exhaustion, the need to breathe after months of pretending that everything was fine.

You didn’t expect him to come that night. You figured he’d be with the members, or maybe just sleeping for the first time in weeks. But then there was a knock on your door. A familiar one. You rushed to open it just to reveal Ni-ki, standing in your doorway with his cap pulled low and his eyes red from more than just fatigue. He didn’t say a word when you let him in. He just dropped his bag by the door and pulled you into a hug so tight it almost hurt. His breath was shallow, his heartbeat wild against your chest. You could feel him trembling.

“Riki.” you whispered, but he only shook his head, pressing his face into the curve of your neck. “Hey, it’s okay. You wanted this, remember?”

You thought he pulled back to look at you and finally speak but you only felt his lips brush your temple, your cheek, and suddenly he was kissing you like he needed to remember what being alive felt like. There was nothing gentle about it. Just desperation, the kind that comes from weeks of holding yourself together until you finally crack. You didn’t stop him. You held him tighter, grounding him, letting him take what he needed out of a kind of quiet understanding.

He started leading you towards your bedroom without pulling away, his every move was decisive, not leaving room for disagreement, so you just followed him wordlessly. Ni-ki kicked open the bedroom door, not caring about the noise as he pulled you stumbling inside. He spun you around and shoved you onto the bed, crawling over you with a wild, desperate look in his eyes.

"I need this" he growled, his voice rough and low. "I need you. I can't..." He trailed off, shaking his head as if to clear it. His hands were already roaming your body, tugging at your clothes impatiently. You could see the exhaustion etched into every line of his face, the stress that had been building up for months finally boiling over. He didn't wait for you to undress. He practically tore your shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. His mouth was hot and demanding on your skin, teeth scraping against your collarbone as he kissed and bit his way down your chest.

“Please…” he groaned as he grabbed your boobs and pressed his face against them.

“Take it…take what you need.” you whispered, your voice steady and sure. Your words seemed to ignite something in him. A low, almost feral growl rumbled in his chest as he crashed his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue delved deep, claiming you, possessing you with a fervor that stole your breath. Ni-ki's hands made quick work of your and his remaining clothes and he hooked your leg over his hip, tilting your body to grant him better access. His hard length, already freed from the confines of his pants, notched against your core. He rocked against you, coating himself in your slick heat, teasing you both with the promise of what was to come.

"Fuck, Y/N" he panted against your neck, his breath hot and ragged. "I need to be inside you. I need to feel you around me, squeezing me.” With that, he thrust forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one hard, deep stroke. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the sensation, his eyes squeezing shut as he savored the feeling of your tight walls enveloping him.

He didn't give you time to adjust, didn't wait for you to catch your breath. He set a punishing pace from the start, his hips slamming against yours with enough force to rock the headboard against the wall. Each thrust was hard and deep, driving into you with a force that bordered on brutal. His hand reached up to grab your hair, making you look at him.

“You’re so fucking sexy…” he moaned and all you could do is whimper back. The pleasure and slight pain was too much for you to form out sentences or even plain words. He flipped you over suddenly, pulling you up onto your hands and knees. One large hand gripped your hip, the other tangling in your hair, forcing your face down and your ass up.

"Fuck, look at you." he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Taking me so well, like you were made for this." He punctuated his words with a sharp smack to your ass, the sting quickly replaced by a rush of heat. He began to move again, his hips slamming against yours with renewed vigor. The new angle allowed him to drive even deeper, his cock kissing your cervix with each powerful thrust. You could only cling to the sheets and take it, your body rocking forward with the force of his passion.

He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot against your ear. "You feel so fucking good." he panted, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. "So tight, so perfect. I can't...I can't get enough of you."

His hand slid around your hip, his fingers finding your clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub in tight circles, timing his strokes with the thrusts of his cock. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Ni-ki could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, your body tensing as your climax approached. He doubled his efforts, his hips slamming against yours with bruising force, his fingers flying over your clit.

"Come on, Y/N" he urged, his voice a low, desperate growl. "Come for me. Scream for me. Let me feel you come apart on my cock." His words, rough and commanding, were enough to push you over the precipice. Your orgasm crashed through you, your body convulsing beneath his as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you. You screamed his name, your voice raw and broken as you came harder than you ever had before.

Ni-ki's body went rigid above you as his own climax overtook him. A guttural, almost animalistic roar tore from his throat as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he found his release. He collapsed against your back, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he struggled to catch his breath. For a long moment, he remained still, his body shuddering with the aftermath of his intense orgasm.

But as the fog of lust began to lift, something else took its place. Ni-ki's breath hitched, and a single tear dropped onto your shoulder blade. Then another. And another. Suddenly, his body was wracked with sobs, silent tears streaming down his face as the exhaustion and emotion of the past months caught up with him.

“Ni-ki?” you turned around worried, trying to realise if he was actually crying and for what. He rolled to the side, pulling you with him, holding you close as he finally let himself break down. His arms tightened around you, clinging to you like a lifeline as great, heaving sobs shook his frame.

"I'm sorry" he gasped between tears. "I'm so tired. I'm so fucking tired." His tears soaked into your hair, your skin, your pillow. He cried for the long hours, the endless performances, the constant scrutiny and pressure. He cried for the loss of privacy, of normalcy, of a life that felt real. Most of all, he cried for the relief of finally letting go, of finally allowing himself to feel the weight of it all. In your arms, he let himself be vulnerable, his defenses lowered, his walls crumbling down.

You held him close, stroking his hair, his back, his arms, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance. You knew this was a long time coming, this release, this catharsis. Ni-ki clung to you, his tears slowly tapering off into soft, shuddering breaths. He was utterly spent, physically and emotionally drained. But in your arms, he was safe. In your arms, he could rest.

"I love you." he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw. "I love you so much. I’m such an asshole for letting it all out on you. All the arguments, the pain, the roughness…"

You shook your head before he could finish. “Ni-ki, stop.” you whispered. Your hand found his cheek, thumb brushing away the dampness beneath his eyes. “You don’t have to apologize for feeling. You’ve been holding everything in for so long, it had to come out somehow.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “I hate that you saw me like this.” he murmured. “I’m supposed to be strong. I’m supposed to have it all together.”

“You don’t have to be strong all the time." you said softly. “Not here. Not with me.” The silence that followed was heavy but calm. You traced slow circles over his shoulder, feeling the tension ease with every breath he took. His heartbeat, once frantic, began to settle against your chest.

He exhaled slowly, his hand finding yours again, his fingers tracing the lines of your palm. There was a quiet gratitude in his gaze, something wordless but deep. He didn’t try to fill the silence after that, he just held you, the two of you wrapped in the dim light and the soft rhythm of your breathing.

The storm inside him had spent itself, leaving behind something fragile and still. You stayed like that until his body grew heavy against you, sleep finally claiming him. You watched him for a while, the rise and fall of his chest, the faint crease between his brows fading as he drifted further into rest. You brushed a strand of hair from his face and whispered, “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, he slept without tension in his hands.

(IM SO SORRY FOR THE INACTIVITY, been trying to find myself. spoiler alert : still didnt achieve that)

bf!sunghoon × fem!reader.⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀⠀⠀where your sweet and soft-spoken boyfriend's persona cracks when a stranger at a party can't accept your rejection.

CONTAINS ➤ 3.8k+ words.  smut. downbad!hoon & bf!hoon aka: E404!sunghoon. fluff. tiny bit of comedy and angst at the end. dom!sunghoon, sub!reader. pet names. jealousy. possessive behavior. alcohol consumption. violence. (not towards reader.) fingering. marking. sunghoon gets a little mean. orgasm control. mild dub-con (overstimulation). lowkey dacryphilia. requested here. not proofread.

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the basketball team's victory party was in full swing when you arrived.

sunghoon had his arm slung around your shoulders, showing you off to any friend or acquaintance who cared enough to listen about his lovely little angel, but heeseung was insistent on pulling him away to the other side of the frat house.

i gotchu twin

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Riki’s got you face down on his bed, knees barely touching the mattress because he’s holding your hips up himself, big hands wrapped almost all the way around your waist like you’re a fucking doll.

The first thing he notices is how tiny you look under him. Your back is this perfect arch, spine dipped, ass high, and his palms look huge where they’re splayed over your hips. He can see the dimples at the base of your spine, the way your waist curves in so dramatically before flaring out again. Every time the dim light from his red led strips hits your skin it glows, and he’s just… staring.

He drags out slow, watches the way your body tries to follow him, greedy, then slams back in so hard your whole frame jolts forward. The sound you make is cracked and desperate, face buried in his pillow, fingers clawing at the sheets.

“fuck,” he breathes, voice rough.