❤︎ synopsis it was always you and riki. no matter the situation, you two had always found your way back to each other like a moth to a flame, even when it was over it was never really over.
fwb!ni-ki x reader 🪽 angst , ni-ki is a dick , reader is stupid , situatuionship , cheating (??they dont ever date) , not much dialogue, reader is seeing someone else , alcohol mentioned , not proof read, brit writing americans , sexual themes
It never really came as a shock that after a heavy night out you ended up in Nishimura Rikis boring old navy sheets again.
It was the kind of thing that was just assumed. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and y/n ran right back into Rikis sleezy habits.
“Any room?” You hear the husky, deep voice call from across the bedroom.
You whip your head from the celling to see the tall Japanese boy you loved so harshly since you first locked eyes with him.
Admitting to loving Riki was so vulnerable you could almost taste it, you knew he had loved you back but never in the way you needed from him.
You scoot over and he hands you the mug he bought for you two christmases ago filled with warm, chamomile tea. He sits next to you with a boyish smirk on his face, sharing knowledge of what happened last night.
One month you had managed to stay away from him. It wasn’t that long in theory but anyone who knew you and Riki, knew that was centuries for you two. His hair looks longer now and definitely blonder, you note.
“I’m seeing someone else now, Riki, this can’t happen again. This is the last time I swear-” He shuts you up
“Its always the last time until you get messed up enough to fuck me.” He rolls his eyes, smirk ridden off his face, now he is just annoyed.
“Fuck you” You deadpan, how could he be this much of a jerk after everything! You hadn’t exactly been the best to Riki either but he most definitely deserved all of it. You furrow your brows and the atmosphere of the room thickens.
“Already did that, Doll” He combats, the sickening sound of his masculine laugh brings you back to when he used to be the young boy who loved you so vigorously.
You daze off and think about the times when he would kiss your bruises, buy you the prettiest of flowers. Sex was always gentle with Riki, he fucked you like he thought that if he was too rough with your frame, you might shatter.
Not last night, you weren’t complaining though you had fun and he definitely made you cum more than twice. But you didn’t feel loved.
You find yourself almost smiling at the old memories of who he used to be before things got all complicated. You snap back to reality once you notice your tea getting colder.
Riki sighs loudly, his harsh eyes becoming puppy-like, “I hate when we fight, I hate all of this, Doll.”
In another life you’d kiss him and it'd all be over with, all the commitment issues and other women wouldn’t matter you’d kiss him so intensely it would make you sick, the imagination of it might be enough anyways.
Fucking up the way Riki did, made him a little fucked up I think. Loving someone how I loved him also fucks you up.
“I know.” Is all you manage to respond with, tracing the moles on his back as he lays shirtless, little-spooning you. You knew he wouldn’t interrupt your answer as lazy because truthfully it was all you could say. Even so, throughout the years you and Riki had built an understanding so deep that little blinks from across a random frat house party could be considered a whole language.
Momentarily he feels fully yours again, not one of the random girl at the clubs or one of your friends he managed to seduce. Yours. You knew it was ephemeral but most things with Riki were anyways.
As you trace the dagger tattoo on his upper-back, he turns over to face you. He locks eyes with you, brown-almost-black piercing yours. You stare at his lips, breaking the contact with his eyes. You notice the plump bottom lip is busted making it more bruised than the last time you saw it. Another fight, no doubt.
He reaches his hand out from on top of the blanket to stroke the lost strand of glossy hair behind your ear. For some reason, you reach up and force his hand still, making the brief period of time last just 5 seconds longer.
“Stay,” He stares more passionately into your eyes, “don‘t go back to him tonight, please.” He whines.
You sigh because you know once he gives you that look it’ll make you want to stay for lifetimes. You know your back in the toxic cycle you and Riki have been in for the past 5 years.
“Give me a reason to stay.” Your breath brush his lips when you whisper harshly. You’ll forever resent Riki for wasting so much of your teen years, even if ten years down the line you may be married with 2 kids in a beautiful house in japan, you will hold anger. Its an inevitable fact that shakes your bones a little bit because being angry with Riki was definitely familiar but forever is a scarily long time to hate someone you loved so greatly.
“Because I love you,” He grind as if he knows he’s got you wrapped around your finger once again.
Unfortunately for him – and maybe even you. That fact would never be enough, love wouldn’t be enough to trust him. Love never stopped him before it didn’t stop him from fucking your friends and it sure didn’t stop him from breaking your heart.
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