˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ ༝𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂

A reminder to never let the shadows consume your thoughts

idolbf!riki x fem!reader • wc: 1.4k • slight angst

The car ride today made you slightly dizzy and overwhelmed. Not because of the usual motion sickness, but something else had been weighing you down. The city always looked different from the inside of a car with the night-blurred lights, passing shadows, a hum that settles into your bones. But today it had a different effect. Riki's hand was warm in yours, thumb drawing slow circles against your skin like he always did when he was tired but pretending he wasn't. He hated driving yet he always insisted on driving you, even though you always offer to catch a taxi. The radio is low, bass-heavy, the kind of song that sounds like secrets whispered in the wind. You watched the reflections on the window instead of his face, because looking at him too long still felt unreal, even after all these years.

To the world, Nishimura Riki was untouchable. An idol with undeniable charm, dance prodigy and performance genius. On stage, under the bright lights, he was adored by millions who chanted his name like a prayer. To you, he was the boy who always checked the weather before you left the house, who texted you reminders to eat, who pressed his forehead to yours when words got too heavy. Gentle. Soft. Always worried about you even when he himself was breaking down.

And that's exactly why it hurt.

You've loved him quietly, fiercely, for years. Because how could you not? While to the world he was a strong and unshakable character, to you he was the most attentive boyfriend that remembered every small thing about you, always brought the snacks you loved and fought his manager to get a day off to come and take care of you when you caught a cold.

But, alas, love couldn't stop the doubt from crawling into your chest when the flash of the cameras was forever blinding. A ping in your chest when you came across a video of a talented woman dancing to one of his songs. A random comment about how he deserves the most beautiful and talented woman. And he does. He deserves the best. Sometimes, lying awake beside him while he sleeps, you wondered if you’re that “best” he deserves. Or if you could ever reach there. Hours pass, wondering how someone so luminous could choose someone so ordinary. You didn't sing on stages or trend on social media. You’re the last person who can call herself anyone exceptional. You’re just… you. You didn't belong to a world that devours and worships at the same time. The world where Riki thrives.

Tonight, the weight finally crushed your chest at the worst moment.

“I think you deserve someone better.” The sentence broke loose from your lips before you could stop. Riki's thumb stilled.

“What?” He turned to you, brows knit together, confusion and concern swimming in his eyes. He pulled the car over without hesitation, hazard lights blinking like a warning. “Where did that come from?”

A hard swallow hurt your throat. The words felt scratchy, like a cactus stuck in your throat, but once they're out, they won't stop. The dam broke and stopping it was meaningless.

“You’re so extraordinary… And I’m just… me. Everyone loves you. Everyone wants you. And I…” You laughed weakly, suddenly sounding childish even to yourself. “I feel like I'm standing in the way of something bigger. Of someone who could actually match you.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and uncomfortable. The cars whooshed by providing a distracting noise. You braced yourself for anger, or worse – agreement. Instead, Riki exhaled slowly, leaning back in his seat, fingers drumming on the wheel.

“Is that what you really think?” The slow words seeped out of his lips, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. You nodded, eyes burning with tears.

“Sometimes I feel like I'm hiding in the shadows while you're up on a stage. Like I don't belong in your light.” The truth hurt your chest, but letting it out felt like a taste of freedom you long forgot. He turned fully toward you then, the muscle in his jaw ticking, eyes darker than you’re used to.

“You know what the shadows are for?” The question came out so quiet, you could almost miss it. “They're there to hide when the lights get too bright.” You looked at him, startled. “I spend my life performing,” he continued, voice almost breaking. “Smiling, being perfect, being what people want me to be and answering rehearsed interview questions. And yet every second of this performance all I want is to come back to you, because that is the only place that I don't have to be any of that. You won’t be disappointed in the real me, no matter what you see. Even if it is the holes in my socks after I take my shoes off.” You laughed at the memory of the first time you invited him over and he actually did have a hole in his sock. He smiled, not a happy smile as much as a content one. A confident smile. “You're not hiding in my shadow. You're the only reason I don’t get lost in the brightness of the lights.”

Tears spilled before you could stop them. Hearing these words made you realise just how different your perspective was on the importance of this relationship. You were spiraling in anxiety, thinking you were dragging him down all the while you were his safety buoy. The only reason he hasn’t drowned.

“But what about the fans? The people who think they know you? What if they hate me?” Riki's jaw tightened at the reminder, oncoming car’s headlights illuminating his serious expression.

“Let them think whatever they want. They will never know me anyway, but I'm tired of hiding you like something shameful.” He reached for your face, wiping your tears with careful thumbs. “I love you. And I don't want to pretend anymore.”

You don't realize what he means until days later.

The announcement dropped like thunder.

A simple handwritten post. A confirmation. No secrets, no denial. Just the truth: Ni-ki is dating someone he loves. 

You sst on the couch, heart pounding, phone shaking in your hands as you heard the shower start running in the bathroom. Riki just came home from a meeting at work. It all clicked in place in a matter of seconds and now you were looking at the reactions. You didn’t want to at first, but your eyes betrayed you. You expected cruelty. You expected rejection. But instead, you saw words you never imagined reading.

“She’s the luckiest girl ever!”

“He looked happier recently! I knew it!”

“Ah, I’m so jealous she must be really cool!!”

You reread them until the letters blur and didn't even notice the shower stopping. It felt like the world has tilted, revealing something kinder. Something so shocking, you couldn’t stomach just yet.

Riki found you there, staring at your phone in disbelief.

“Hey,” he murmured, sitting beside you, toweling off his hair. “You okay?”

You laughed through the tears, shoving the phone toward him. “They don’t hate me. Well, some want to be me, which is more creepy than not, but I can live with that.”

He smiled softly. “I told you.” You turned to him fully, the weight you’ve carried for so long finally lifting.

“I spent so much time thinking you were too good for me. And I still think you are,” He was about to disagree but you stopped him with a finger on his lips. “But that is precisely why I will try to get better so I deserve to have the best boyfriend ever.” He laughed, shoulders shaking and pulled you into his arms, holding you like you’re the most precious thing he had ever had.

“You never had to earn your place with me,” he whispered into your hair. “There was always a you-shaped space in my heart and you easily slotted in.”

Later, the city hummed outside again, but this time you didn't hide from it. You stood with him on the balcony, lights flickering below like stars in the distance. The night felt dark, intimate, wrapped around the two of you like a secret – but not a lonely one. Not heavy like it used to be.

You leaned into Riki’s side, fingers laced together, no fear this time. Just certainty.

In the quiet between heartbeats, you finally understood: love isn’t about deserving. It’s about choosing. And every time, without hesitation, you chose each other.

summary - you’re Jake’s sister, so that means all of his friends are off limits. but, maybe that could change when you find out that one of his friends is just as much of a gamer and a loser as you are. not like Jake would made that easy, since he’d never trust any of his friends around his precious little sister.

“i need a duo” — nishimura riki x fem!reader ⁀➴ brother’s best friend smau

featuring— ot7 enhypen , moka, iroha & minju (illit) , seonghyeon & martin (cortis)

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Backseat of his maybach

CEO jungwon x secretary reader

Sypnosis: mutual pining between you and your boss finally come to an end, but who would expect that you will end up in his backseat…undressed?

Warnings: smut, 18+, p in v, car sex, kissing, fluff, yearning

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The rain in Seoul didn't just fall; it slicked the glass facade of the Yang Holdings tower in a continuous, blurring sheet of gray, turning the late-night skyline into an unreadable smear of neon. It was 11:45 PM. The sixty-second floor was entirely dark, save for the ambient, cold glow of the floor-to-ceiling smart-screens and the single, low-hanging halogen lamp illuminating the polished mahogany of the executive desk.

Yang Jungwon—CEO, prodigy, and the most fiercely disciplined executive in the capital—was currently staring at the black glass coffee table in front of him, his fingers curled so tightly into the leather armrest of his sofa that his knuckles had turned an ash-white.

Sitting across from him, balancing a tablet on your knee while carefully cataloging the Q3 logistical reports, was you. His secretary.

For eight months, the dynamic had been a flawless, agonizing masterclass in mutual yearning. You were indispensable to him. You knew his schedule, his coffee preferences, the precise manner in which he took his tea when his throat was dry after a three-hour board meeting. But more than that, you knew the exact tone of his voice when he was genuinely stressed versus when he was merely maintaining his public veneer. You had been pining for him since the day he fixed your collar before a press conference, his fingers lingering just a fraction of a second too long against your throat.

And Jungwon? Jungwon was completely, utterly down bad. He was drowning in you. Every time you leaned over his desk to point at a line item, your faint vanilla-and-rain perfume filling his lungs, his entire system went into a state of acute crisis. He had spent months constructing an icy, impenetrable wall of corporate professionalism just to keep himself from grabbing you by the waist and sliding you across his desk.

"That's the final revision for the Singapore merger, Mr. Yang," you murmured, your voice low and slightly raspy from the late hour. You tilted your head up, your eyes meeting his through your lashes. "If everything looks correct, I can finalize the digital signatures and head home."

Jungwon didn't move. He didn't even blink. His dark, cat-like eyes were completely hooded, shadows catching the sharp, terrifyingly handsome angles of his jawline. His silk tie was already loosened by two inches, his top button undone, exposing the pale, lean column of his throat.

"Mr. Yang?" you tried again, your heart skipping an erratic beat at the sheer intensity of his gaze.

"You've been wearing that skirt all day," Jungwon said. His voice wasn't his standard, crisp boardroom tone. It was a low, gravelly rasp that felt less like a statement and more like a physical threat.

Your breath hitched. The skirt in question was a tailored, charcoal-grey pencil skirt that hit just above your knees—professional, yet hugging every single curve of your hips with agonizing precision. "I... yes. It's part of the standard executive dress code—"

"I don't care about the code," Jungwon interrupted, his voice dropping another octave as he slowly stood up from the sofa. He was tall, lean, and carried a quiet, commanding weight that instantly shrank the massive executive suite. He began to walk toward you, his leather oxfords completely silent against the Persian rug. "I’ve spent twelve hours watching you walk around this office. I watched three different directors look at your legs while you were presenting the revenue slides. I watched the Senior VP touch your elbow when he handed you the portfolio."

He stopped right in front of you, his towering shadow completely engulfing your smaller frame. The air between you instantly turned to liquid fire.

"Jungwon..." your voice trembled, the formal honorific slipping before you could catch it.

His jaw clenched, a prominent muscle ticking violently in his cheek at the sound of his name on your lips. "Say that again."

"Jungwon," you whispered, your fingers tightening around the edges of your tablet until your palms ached. "We shouldn't. Someone might—"

"The entire security detail is locked out of this floor until 6:00 AM on my orders," he whispered, leaning down until his hot breath brushed against the sensitive skin of your ear. "There is no one coming. For eight months, I have been a perfect gentleman. I have sat across from you, watched you, yearned for you until my chest felt like it was going to burst. But tonight? Tonight, I'm done being patient."

Before you could even draw a breath, Jungwon’s large, warm hand shot out, his calloused fingers wrapping around your wrist with a sudden, bruising intensity. He didn't just lead you; he effectively hauled you out of the office, down the private executive elevator, and straight into the subterranean VIP parking garage where his sleek, midnight-black Maybach was parked in complete isolation.

The garage was cold, smelling of concrete and premium gasoline, but the second Jungwon unlocked the heavy rear door of the sedan and practically poured you into the plush, leather interior, the environment shifted into something suffocatingly private.

He climbed in right after you, slamming the heavy door shut with a dull, echoing thud that effectively severed you both from the rest of the world. The automatic privacy screens on the windows rolled up silently, sealing the backseat into pitch-black darkness, save for the faint, neon-blue ambient light strips running along the leather doors.

The space was massive for a luxury sedan, but with Jungwon crowding your personal space, it felt microscopic.

"Jungwon, wait—"

"I can't wait," he growled softly, the absolute last shred of his corporate restraint snapping like a dry twig.

His hands came down to your waist, his long fingers digging deeply into the fabric of your skirt as he lifted you effortlessly. With a single, fluid motion born of pure, desperate adrenaline, he dragged you onto his lap. You were forced to straddle him, your knees resting on either side of his lean hips on the premium leather seat. The sheer, unadulterated heat radiating through his trousers hit your core instantly, making your head spin.

He didn't ask for permission. His mouth crashed down onto yours with a feral, terrifying hunger.

This wasn't a sweet, hesitant confession of love. This was an assault of pure, unadulterated possession. Jungwon used his tongue to part your lips roughly, completely consuming your mouth, tasting you deeply while a low, primal groan rumbled deep in his throat. His hands moved restlessly over your thighs, his warm palms sliding underneath the hem of your skirt, making direct, burning contact with your bare skin.

You let out a sharp, breathless whimper against his lips, your fingers instantly flying up to tangle themselves in his immaculate, dark hair, ruining the perfect styling as you pulled him closer, desperate for more of the friction.

"Ah, god, you're so soft," Jungwon muttered, breaking the kiss for barely a second to drag his lips down your jawline. His mouth found the sensitive column of your neck, his teeth nipping the flesh right over your pulse point hard enough to make you cry out, before his tongue immediately swiped over the mark, tasting the salt of your skin. "You've been driving me crazy. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve envisioned doing exactly this in the middle of a conference call?"

"I wanted you too," you panted, your hips instinctively tilting upward into his lap, seeking relief from the agonizing ache building between your legs. "Jungwon... I've been pining for you for months. Please."

His dark eyes snapped up to meet yours in the dim blue light, completely dilated, hooded with a scandalous, filthy lust that belonged entirely to you. A dark, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his lips—the look of a man who had finally gotten exactly what he wanted.

"Is that right?" he whispered, his hands moving down to the waistband of your underwear, his fingers hooking into the lace. With a smooth, dangerously controlled pull, he slid them down your legs and tossed them onto the floorboard of the car without a single shred of hesitation. "Then you better be prepared to back up those words, because I am not letting you out of this car until you're completely undone."

The windows of the Maybach were rapidly fogging over, the glass entirely obscured by a thick, opaque layer of condensation born from the sheer, intense heat radiating between your bodies. Outside, the rain continued to lash against the reinforced roof in a deafening, chaotic rhythm, creating a perfect, isolating barrier that cut the two of you off from the rest of the dark parking structure. Inside the luxury cabin, the only sound was the heavy, frantic rush of your combined breathing and the distinct, intoxicating scent of premium leather mixed with your vanilla perfume and his expensive cologne.

Jungwon’s large hands gripped your hips with a ruthless, unyielding intensity, his long fingers digging into the soft flesh of your waist with enough pressure to leave dark, temporary marks that would undoubtedly remind you of him for days. He adjusted his weight on the plush leather seat, his eyes never once breaking contact with yours. With his free hand, he reached down and unbuckled his designer belt, the sharp, metallic clink of the buckle sounding incredibly loud, almost scandalous, in the enclosed space.

"Look at me," Jungwon commanded, his voice dropping into a harsh, demanding whisper that sent a violent, heavy ache straight to your core. He didn't let you turn away, nor did he let you hide your flushed face in the crook of his neck. His fingers slid up to trap your jawline, forcing your chin up, making you look directly into his sharp, cat-like eyes. They were completely dilated, hooded with a dark, primal lust that stripped away every ounce of his usual corporate calculation. "I want to see your face when I take you. I want to see exactly what I do to you."

"Jungwon..." you whimpered, your hands resting flat against his broad, trembling shoulders, your knuckles white as you clutched the fabric of his dress shirt.

"Tell me whose secretary you are," he taunted softly, his lower body shifting as he slowly rubbed his thick, throbbing length directly against your wet, aching opening. He was deliberately withholding the penetration, torturing you with the agonizing proximity, letting you feel just how desperately he wanted you while forcing you to wait for it. "Tell me exactly who owns this body."

"Yours," you gasped out, your back arching off his lap as the friction sent white-hot sparks straight down your spine. Your knees shook against the premium leather on either side of his hips. "I'm yours, Jungwon. Please... don't make me beg."

"Too late, sweetheart. You're already begging," he whispered hoarsely, a wicked, completely undone smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

He didn't ease into you gently. With a sudden, heavy upward thrust of his hips, Jungwon drove himself completely inside you, burying his full length into your tight, dripping core in one deep, unyielding motion.

A loud, breathless cry tore from your throat, the sound echoing sharply off the leather interior as your internal muscles stretched to their absolute limit around him. The pleasure was so sudden, so intensely overwhelming, that your vision instantly blurred with tears of sensory overload. Jungwon let out a deep, guttural growl that sounded completely animalistic, his eyes closing for a brief second, his jaw straining so hard a muscle ticked violently as your tight walls immediately clamped down around him like a vice.

"F-fuck," Jungwon hissed, his hands flying back to your hips, his grip tightening until he effectively locked you in place. He stayed still for a fraction of a second, letting his body adjust to the tight, burning heat of yours, before he began to move.

The rhythm was brutal. In the confined, cramped space of the backseat, there was nowhere to run, nowhere to move except exactly where he dictated. Jungwon lifted your hips, guiding your body down onto him before driving upward to meet you, his thrusts deep, heavy, and punishingly accurate. Every single push hit your sweet spot with a devastating force, making you sob aloud against his lips as he leaned up to catch your mouth, swallowing your loud, uninhibited cries.

The wet, rhythmic sound of your bodies colliding filled the luxury cabin, a scandalous, raw contrast to the ultra-premium environment of the vehicle. Jungwon was entirely unhinged, his movements becoming wilder, faster, and completely demanding. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up even deeper, maximizing the friction until you were completely lightheaded, entirely at the mercy of his pace.

"You feel so incredible," he panted against your skin, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck. His hot breath fanned over your collarbone as he continued to drive into you without a single shred of hesitation. His hands moved restlessly, tracing the curve of your spine, anchoring you flush against his chest so that every deep, heavy thrust left you completely breathless. "Squeeze me like that again. Yes... right there. God, you're going to break your boss, aren't you?"

"Jungwon—I'm close—I can't—" you sobbed out, your fingers clawing at his back, your mind completely collapsing under the sheer, relentless intensity of the pleasure building in your lower belly.

"Come for me," he ordered softly, his voice a dark, intoxicating command as he delivered three more blindingly deep, rapid thrusts that pushed you entirely over the edge. "Let me feel it."

With a final, desperate push, your core buckled, your internal muscles spasming violently around him in a prolonged, shattering climax. The sheer force of your release completely broke Jungwon's remaining control. He let out a loud, undone shout, his head tossing back, his neck straining as he delivered one last, agonizingly deep thrust, burying himself to the absolute hilt as his own release overtook him, filling you completely with his scalding warmth in heavy, rhythmic waves.

The heavy, frantic atmosphere inside the Maybach slowly began to settle, replaced by the deep, ragged sounds of your combined breathing. The windows were entirely opaque now, completely coated in a thick layer of condensation that shut out the cold Seoul night.

Jungwon didn't pull away immediately. He remained buried deep inside you, his heavy forehead resting against your bare shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around your waist to keep you pinned against his chest. His heart was hammering a frantic, violent rhythm against your ribs, slowly decelerating back to a normal pace.

When he finally shifted to withdraw, a soft, pathetic whine escaped your lips at the sudden loss of his heat.

"Shh, I've got you. Don't move," Jungwon murmured, his voice returning to that soft, intensely protective cadence that made your chest ache.

He carefully adjusted your body, pulling you down until you were lying beside him on the wide leather bench seat, your head resting on his chest while his long arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He reached over into the front console, pulling down a soft, premium cashmere blanket he kept in the back, draping it over both of your naked, shivering bodies to shield you from the air conditioning.

"Look at me, my love," he whispered, his long fingers gently catching your chin.

When you looked up at him, your eyes glassy and your lips swollen from his kisses, Jungwon’s expression softened into something so entirely tender it was almost unrecognizable from the fierce predator of twenty minutes ago. He reached up, using his thumb to gently wipe away the dried tears from your cheeks, his touch remarkably light.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose. "I told myself I would be professional. I told myself I would take you to a proper hotel. But the moment you said my name in that office, every single drop of my sanity just... evaporated."

You let out a soft, sleepy giggle, your hand resting over his heart. "It's okay. But... Jungwon?"

"Hmm?" he hummed, his lips tracing a light path down your neck, lingering over the dark purple mark he had left near your collarbone.

"Your custom-tailored dress shirt is completely ruined," you murmured, pointing at the deep creases and the missing third button that had snapped off during the frenzy. "And I think my skirt is permanently wrinkled."

Jungwon paused, looking down at the state of his wardrobe, before a boyish, unbothered smirk split his face. He pulled you closer, his hand sliding under the blanket to rest possessively on your bare hip.

"I own the company, sweetheart. I can change the dress code to 'wrinkled silk' by tomorrow morning if I want to," he countered smoothly, a playful, freaky glint returning to his dark eyes as he nipped your earlobe. "Besides, if the board asks why their CEO looks a little disheveled tomorrow, I'll just tell them I was handling a very... intensive, hands-on administrative crisis."

"You're terrible," you hid your face in his chest, your cheeks burning.

"Only for you," Jungwon whispered, his tone softening completely as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling the cashmere blanket up to your chins. He kissed the top of your head, his hand beginning a slow, soothing massage against your aching lower back. "Now sleep. You have a very busy schedule tomorrow... mostly consisting of staying right by my side."