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All Night All Night

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TO THE BOY I MET IN 1995 - 양정원 (PREVIEW)
୨ৎ Summary : You didn’t mean to fall for him. You didn’t even mean to meet him. It starts with an old CD—your mom’s favorite boy group from back in her school days. She points at one member, smiling like it’s a memory she never really let go of. You point at the same boy, not knowing why he feels so familiar. That night, you play the CD. And when you wake up, it’s 1995. The classroom is louder, the air feels different, and nothing makes sense—until you turn your head and see him sitting right next to you. Not on a screen. Not a voice through old tracks. Yang Jungwon. Seventeen. Your seatmate. The same boy your mom once loved. He thinks you’re weird. You stare too much, say things that don’t exist yet, and don’t know how to use a cassette properly. But somehow, he still walks you home, shares his music, and starts looking at you like you’re something he doesn’t quite understand—but doesn’t want to lose either. It was supposed to be temporary. Just a strange dream. A glitch. A mistake. But the more you get used to 1995—the laughter, the quiet walks, the way he says your name—the harder it becomes to remember that you don’t belong here. Because sooner or later, the song will end. And when it does, you’ll have to go back to a time where he only exists in memories that were never yours to begin with.
୨ৎ Pairing : Jungwon x fem! reader
୨ৎ Wordcount : (not sure yet)
୨ৎ Warnings : time travel • brief disorientation/confusion • slowburn • light angst • bittersweet • emotional distress (longing, separation)
It was just a random Tuesday.
The kind that wasn’t supposed to mean anything. No warnings, no signs—just another ordinary day that should’ve passed like all the others.
But the classroom buzzes around you. Chairs scraping, people laughing, cassette players clicking open and shut, and it all feels distant, like you’re hearing it through water. You grip the edge of your desk, trying to ground yourself. This isn’t right. This isn’t your classroom.
And he, he’s not supposed to be real.
“You’re new,” he says, like he’s already figured that much out. His voice is calm, steady. Too normal for someone who just turned your entire world upside down by simply existing.
“Yeah,” you mumble. “You could say that.”
He watches you for a second longer, eyes narrowing slightly—as if trying to solve you.
“You’ve been staring since you walked in.”
“I have not.”
“You have.”
“…Okay, maybe a little.”
“A little,” he repeats, almost amused now. “Should I be concerned?”
You hesitate. Because how are you supposed to explain this? That just last night, you were lying in your room, listening to an old CD your mom used to love. That she pointed at him and said, he was my favorite, and now he’s sitting next to you like he’s always belonged here?
You swallow.
“No,” you say finally, softer this time. “You don’t have to be.”
He studies you for another second—then leans back in his chair, like he’s decided you’re not a threat. Just… strange.
“Good,” he says. “Because I don’t like complicated things.”
You let out a small breath, almost laughing. If only he knew.
The bell rings, sharp and sudden. Everyone starts moving, but you stay frozen for half a second too long—until he stands, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He glances at you.
You blink. “What?”
He gives you a look.
“Aren’t you going home?”
Right. Of course. You scramble to your feet, nearly knocking your chair over. He catches it before it hits the floor, steadying it with one hand.
“Careful,” he says, a hint of something like a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re really not used to this, are you?”
You meet his eyes, and for a second, everything goes quiet again.
No.
You’re not used to this.
Not used to 1995. Not used to this version of him. Not used to how real he feels.
“…not yet,” you admit.
He hums softly, like he doesn’t quite understand—but isn’t asking further.
“Then you’d better keep up.”
He starts walking ahead. And you follow. Because somehow, impossibly—on a random Tuesday that was never meant to matter—this is the closest you’ve ever been to someone you were never supposed to meet.
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I have the fattest biggest humongous massive gigantic crush on Ni-Ki. It's not funny anymore

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NIKI EUEUEUUEUEUE IM NOT NORMAL ABOUT HIM ANYMORE EUUEEUUEEUEUEUEUEUUE IM CTFO
NIKI EUEUEUUEUEUE IM NOT NORMAL ABOUT HIM ANYMORE EUUEEUUEEUEUEUEUEUUE IM CTFO
I have the fattest biggest humongous massive gigantic crush on Ni-Ki. It's not funny anymore
NIKI EUEUEUUEUEUE IM NOT NORMAL ABOUT HIM ANYMORE EUUEEUUEEUEUEUEUEUUE IM CTFO
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⋮ ⌗ ┆概要 ⨾ the never-ending question of 'what to eat for dinner?' draws you to exhaustion, a symptom of the adulthood you've come into. luckily for you, sunghoon knows exactly what will satisfy you.
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⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ the first of your requests done for my follower event! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و this was a nice way to ease back into writing after some minor burnout suffered over my break 😵💫 however, this has made a madman for hoon because he's just so (loud clattering sounds) anyways 😁 i hope you enjoy this as much as i loved writing this, feel free to send in more requests and i will get to them as soon as time allows! much loveeeeee! <333
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it was almost summer when riki decided to put a distance between you two. you two had nothing going on romantically, you were very close friends, always did everything together. you never had a clue on why riki was acting different, you were sure you did nothing wrong, so why was he acting cold towards you?
you spammed him with texts, called him multiple times, only for him to dry text. you stopped trying at some point, texting him lesser then you did before, he noticed. you decided to focus on yourself, of course you cried here and there, but everyone leaves at some point, right? over the summer, you made new friends, even met a boy named jake who was cute, very cute. it started as nothing serious, your relationship was purely platonic. going on cute little dates, posting each other in your stories, living the best life because the night is still young.
riki always had a thing for you, he got too possessive and over-protective over you, you never noticed though, always thought of him as being a good friend. you didn’t know about the late nights where he couldn’t sleep, drawing you for hours on end, stalking your socials for hours. well, you did too.
he always looked the other way when he saw you, every time you two ran each other, he would change his directions, never looking at you. your heart ached every time, you missed your friendship, your friend, you missed riki. you haven’t noticed, he would always look after you whenever you walked by, he looked at you whenever you thought he was ignoring you. he couldn’t bare seeing you sad.
it started small, with small notes tucked in your mail. at first, you didn’t get who was it from. you were scared, but you slowly started recognizing the handwriting, it was riki’s. then it was the posts, he would put songs you two listened together to his stories, posted pictures which you vaguely remember taking, the little legos you two build together, he put parts of you everywhere. then it was the looks. whenever you walked by, he was looking, he never changed his directions. he wasn’t slick with it, clearly looking your way, making sure you noticed him.
you didn’t pay any mind though, wasn’t it riki who put a distance? you knew your worth of course, you kept hanging out with jake, going everywhere you two could, most of the time riki was there, watching you two closely, his jaw clenched. he never interfered, you were happy and that was all he needed to see.
a late night, slightly breezy, you, your friends and jake decided to go out, a bar to be more precise. you knew you looked good, with a tight black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, your heeled boots making the perfect sounds as you walked by, your perfume which riki loved. jake’s eyes never left you, his hands always around your waist in the bar. you were having fun, your friends were all scattered, all talking to different people. you were alone for some time before a guy slides next to you. you didn’t know him, but the alcohol in your veins relaxed you, making you start a conversation. you were laughing loudly at the guy, he was starting to get touchy. you backed off a bit, he did too, and you two kept on talking about everything.
at some time he left too, now you were fully alone, drinking a bit more and swaying to the music. it was no shock that another guy joined you, swaying with you as he talked, clearly relaxed by the alcohol too. you two stared having fun, laughing and dancing together. it was around this time you noticed eyes on you. it was just a silly feeling, you thought it was all the drinks you had playing with your brain. you were laughing at the strangers joke as you turned your head around the bar, looking over the stools. that was when you saw him, riki.
he was always there, he saw you the moment you walked in with jake’s hands all over you. he watched you all night, tucked in a corner, where his friends were having fun and all he saw was you. his heart raced the moment he saw you, he didn’t have the ass to come up to you yet but his eyes never left yours. you got that uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, you wanted to turn your attention back to the stranger in front of you but your eyes didn’t listen, you kept looking at riki, your face was covered with shock and hurt.
at some point, the guy left and your mood changed, you couldn’t focus on the music, your body stopped moving. you found some of your friends, to let them know you were leaving early. they protested, but their attention was like of a fart so they let you go. that was the moment you finally saw jake after hours, but he wasn’t alone. there was this girl beside him, all touchy, staring at him with her doe eyes. it was the girl jake told you to ‘not worry about’, of course it was. betrayal hit you, you started feeling dizzy as you stared at the couple. jake saw you looking at him with pure shock, of course, he tried to come up to you, but you were faster. riki saw all of it too, he glared at jake, then rushed to follow you out.
with fast steps, you left the bar. you were standing at the entrance, looking up at the gray sky, taking deep breaths and closing your eyes. a few moments later, you felt warmth behind you, riki followed you out. you noticed, taking one last deep breath as you turned to him, eyes watery. you weren’t crying for jake, you two had nothing going on, it was just ‘something’. it didn’t have any labels, which you hated to even think about. his hands came to cover your face instantly, his fingers wiping away your tears like it was second nature to him. you wanted to melt into his touch, but you stepped back.
“why riki? what are you trying to do?” was all you could say. his hands tried to come up to yours again, before you backed away. “i’m sorry y/n” he said. “sorry? you’re sorry? why did you cut me off, riki?” your voice loud, tears threatening to fall.
“i’m sorry, i’m not good with my emotions and i took it all on you by leaving you without explanation. words cannot express how much i hate to see you like this, y/n, i’m sorry.”
“no, riki. you didn’t have to erase me all of a sudden. please, just go.” you said, turning your back to him to start walking. he was faster, he grabbed your wrists, turning you back to him. you protested, told him to ‘let you go’ but to no avail, he was set. his hands were hard on your wrists, not enough to bruise, just enough to let you know he wasn’t leaving you this time.
“riki, just let me go, please.” you managed to say between your tears, again, to no avail. “i’m not letting you go this time.” he said, voice rough. he wanted to walk you to his car, to take you home, to cuddle you so tight to not let you go. “riki, let me go.” you said in frustration, clearly over it. “at least let me take you home, i don’t want you to walk alone.” he said with pleading eyes, you nodded. “fine,” you said as you finally made into his car.
the car ride was silent, the only sounds were your breaths and your occasional sobs. he wanted to touch you, his knuckles white around the wheel but he knew this wasn’t the time. your tears never stopped, your breathing heavy. when he finally stopped in front of your apartment, he turned to you, you did too. “thank you,” you said. “anytime, y/n.” he said, his hands in the air as he wanted to touch you, begging to feel you but he couldn’t, not yet.
today marked one week of the bar incident, your first conversation with riki after months of radio silence. you wanted to text him, you really did, but whenever you opened your chats with riki, you couldn’t help the tears that followed. a week of silent tears, hanging of your girls to get your mind off things. you couldn’t dare go outside, you were either home, or at your girls places. you were getting tired of it too, but you just couldn’t just now.
it was a rainy saturday night, you wrapped around a blanket, your phone glowing to your face. you were trying to decide if you should text to riki or not, you wanted to hear him out. these past months without riki was hard on you, whether you wanted to admit it or not. you missed him, and the absence of him was noticeable, too noticeable even. you closed the phone, put it on the couch as you covered your face with your hands, trying to decide, did you really want to text him or not? that was when you heard a knock. it was late, rain was knocking hardly on your windows, who could it be?
unsure with silent steps you made it to the door, looking through the peephole. it was riki. your hands hesitated around the doorknob, until you finally gave in opened the door. riki was all wet, his hair sticking to his forehead, hoodie stained with raindrops. you two just stared at each other, your face covered with shock, riki’s with desperation. “i’m sorry, i know you don’t wanna see me but i couldn’t help it,” riki started talking, his voice cracking. he looked at you, before he tried to take a step back. he just wanted to see you and he got what he wanted. “riki,” you called after him. he turned around, looking at you with pleading eyes. “stay, don’t leave me again.” you said, your voice small. that was when he let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. he came up to you, didn’t know what to do with his hands before you hugged him with all the strength you had. he hugged you back so tight as if you were gonna disappear if he didn’t hold you tight enough.
you backed off, looking into his eyes again. that was when you felt his mouth on yours. it was hesitant at first, giving you a chance to back off, you didn’t. seeing you not backing off, he got desperate, biting your lower lip, which made you gasp into his mouth. he took the chance, swirling his tongue into yours while backing you against the wall. the kiss deepened, all teeth and tongue. his hands were all over your body, not knowing where to put them. he was groaning into the kiss as the hooked his arm around your leg, grinding his growing erection into you. your hands found his hair, tugging it while whimpering into his mouth, he swallowed it all.
he broke the kiss, kissing all over your face, sucking your neck, your collarbones with his teeth, then soothing it with his toungue, marking you. he nibbled the sensitive area behind your ear, earning a gasp from you. “riki,” you breathed out, he hummed in response. he was apologizing and mumbling sweet nothings between kisses. “you don’t know how much i wanted this,” or “i missed you, so, so much,”.
“riki,” you said between your gasps. he hummed again, his voice hoarse against your skin. then he hooked his arm around your other leg, holding you. he walked you to your bedroom, which was dimly lit with the moon glowing into your room and your light on the bedside table illuminating warm light around his sharp features. he sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap, you were straddling him with your legs around his lap. you started grinding without even thinking, your body was begging for him. he groaned, his baggy sweatpants now feeling too tight on him. “fuck,” he hissed. “i missed you,” he said before desperately kissed your plump and swollen lips. that was when he flipped you without breaking the kiss, now you were laying down on your back while he was on top, his knee on where you needed him the most.
you grinded against his knee while whimpering into the kiss, he swallowed it all. he slowly started kissing your neck, tugging at the hem of your shirt, you helped him take it off. now you were shirtless, no bra under your pajamas. he looked at you, at your bare chest. he rushed in to your already hardened nipples, sucking it, grazing it with his lip then soothing it with his tongue. his hand flew to the other nipple, fingertips playing with it. then he turned his attention to the other breast, giving it the same attention as the other one. you were a whimpering mess, arching your back.
you tugged to his shirt, wanting him to help you take it off. he did, threw the hoodie somewhere in the room then kissing your bare chest with the same desperation. your hands flew to his chest, his muscles twitching and flexing to your touch, he was desperate for you to touch him. he whimpered, he literally whimpered just to your touch.
you giggled between your gasps, “wanted me to touch you this much, huh?” you said, your hands all over his muscles. “mhhhmmm~” he groaned against your neck. he was grinding against your leg, while you were grinding against his knee. when he finally reached your stomach, he tugged at your pajama pants, bringing it down, letting it pool around your legs. he looked at your laced panties before kissing your clothed pussy. your legs trembled with desperation. he was kissing your inner tighs, occasionally groaning against your skin.
with one final kiss, he tugged your panties off, once again throwing it to the floor. looking at you, you felt exposed. your tighs closed on its own before he stopped them, “nuh uh, not now.” he said, kissing your inner tighs again. he was taking his time just to hear your sweet whimpers a little more. he kissed everywhere but where you needed him the most. you were getting wetter and more desperate with each kiss.
he finally stopped, looking at your bare lips, then looking into your eyes. without any second thought, he dived in. his tongue licked from bottom to the top, then flattened. circling your clit with his tongue while his hands came up and started moving against your your slits. your back was arching uncontrollably, your hands tugging at his still half damp hair, tugging him closer.
he ate you like a man starved, he was pussy drunk with you. he remembered all the times he dreamt of this, of you, under him, whimpering for him, ruined by him. he hooked one finger into you, making you gasp with shock. he didn’t let you settle, then hooked his secong finger into you. scissoring you open. your legs were trembling, closing around his head, desperately grinding against his nose.
he was groaning into your skin, the vibrations of his voice sending jolts through your body. “cum on my face, y/n, give me your cum.” he said when he noticed you were getting close. “riki, just like that. please, keep doing that.” you said as his fingers continued his assaults. he hummed again, doing as told.
“i-im close,” you managed to say between your gasps, he hummed, the vibrations helping your climax. the orgasm hit you hard, your legs still trembling. he ride the orgasm out, not letting your juices go anywhere, licking them all. he only stopped when you tugged at his hair, overstimulated. you were breathing heavy, shyness coming up to you. you were all naked in front of him, and you came into his face.
you turned your head to the side, not daring to look at him. “tch,” he kissed his teeth, his hand flying to your face, making you look into his eyes. “acting all shy now, huh? you weren’t so shy when you were begging for me, no?” he said, making you even shyer. he kissed you again, his brows frowning in desperation to kiss you, to mark you as his.
he tugged at his own sweatpants, taking them down and kicking it out of the bed. now he was only in his boxers. you looked down at it, then palmed it. he moaned at the touch, your palms around him. he sucked your neck again, grinding against your hand. he took his time with you, savoring your taste.
you got desperate, wanting him inside you. you tugged at the waistband of his boxers, sliding it off of him. you looked at him wide eyed, he was big, his tip the sweetest shade of pink with leaking precum. “what, didn’t expect it to be this big, baby?” he called you out, his lip twitching into a smirk. you wanted to slap that stupid smirk out of his face, but you only nodded.
his free hand flew up to stroke himself, once, then twice before lining it up to your slits. “tell me to stop,” he said as he pushed the tip in, just an inch. your hands flew to his biceps, nails digging into it, reminding him that you were his. you didn’t tell him to stop, “more,” you whispered. “yeah?” he mumbled as he slowly bottomed out, stretching you open. you screamed now, the stretch burning in the best way possible.
he stilled inside you when he bottomed out, letting you adjust. then without warning, he started thrusting, slow and deep. making you arch, making you a moaning mess. he took his time, letting your little reactons in. “harder,” was all you could manage out between your moans. “awhh, my baby wants it harder, doesn’t she?” he mocked you as his thrusts became harder, kissing your g-spot perfectly with every thrust.
then he stopped, making you whimper at the emptiness, clenching around nothing. “turn around,” he said as he flipped you around, face up ass down. you felt a sting on your cheeks as he pushed it in again, he felt even bigger in this position. you were fisting the sheets, your tears staining the pillow. “just like that, baby, c’mon, fuck me back.” he said as he fisted your hair, sticking your back against his chest, moaning intentionally in your ear. “‘s too much, riki,” you whimpered, your fists shaking.
“does jake make you feel this good, hm?” he groaned against your neck, only for you to nod, you couldn’t speak at this point. “mhmm, no? you’re lucky i’m here to take good care of you, baby.” he cooed again, making fun of you. when he felt you two getting close, he flipped you again.
he got both of your wrists, holding it up your head with one hand as the other hand played with your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, overstimulating you. “are you close? come on my cock, pretty.” he said as his thrusts became sloppy. your body was squirming, eyes rolling. “uh uh, eyes on me baby, look at me while you come on my cock,” he said, his hands on your chin, locking your head and forcing you to look at him.
you looked at him with teary eyes, pupils dialeted. “that’s my good girl.” he hissed, thrusts becoming even sloppier. he pressed on your stomach, where he could clearly see the budge of his cock. you moaned at the impact, arching your back, legs hugging his back. “that’s it, baby, come for me.” he said and with that, your second orgasm hit. orgasm going in waves all around your body, your toes curled, eyes rolling to the back, body trembling, cunt clenching hard around him.
he stumbled, “keep doing that,” he said to you and you did. “‘m gonna come, baby,” he said as he thrusted hard. “i-inside,” you whimpered as he looked at you with wide eyes. “that’s my baby, i’m gonna fill you up with my babies, yeah, you want that?” he said. you nodded, feeling the familiar tightness stomach, clenching once again. he moaned hard when he felt your third orgasm coming. “coming again for me sweetheart?” he said, you mumbled gibberish, you were ruined.
with one final thrust, he came all over you, making you come again with him, squirting for the first time. clenching and milking him dry. both of you were breathing heavily as he put all his weight onto you, hugging your waist and kissing you. “my baby, you did a great job,” he mumbled between kisses while you played with his damp hair because of the sweat.
“i love you, ki.” you said softly, trying to catch your breath. he looked up at you, then kissed your lips one again. this time, it was with all love, deep and slow kisses. “i love you more, y/n.” he said between kisses.
“lemme take care of you, baby.” he said as he got up to run a shower for you. cleaning you with tender hands, looking into your eyes sweetly.
when you finally got dressed and dried your hair, he was getting ready to head out. “don’t,” you said as your fingers hugged his wrists. “yeah?” he said, smiling sweetly at you. “come, sleep with me.” you said. “well, we will have to change the sheets, yeah?” he said and you laughed.
clean sheets, you layed down, yanking him to the bed next to you. he cuddled you, his arms tight around you, not to hurt, just to hold you close. sleep came fast to you, you came three times, your body needed to rest. he kissed your head as you slept in his arms. he slept with his head on your hair, sucking your scent in.
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polka dots ✿ . ۫ · 西村力
written for the heart’s mailroom event ! ༊
✷ nishimura riki spends an entire luxury fashion event forcing himself to stay composed while watching another man flirt with you, his oblivious fiancée, only to completely lose the battle against his jealousy the second you guys get home !
pairings ⸝⸝ fiancée!riki ✿ oblivious!f!rea ✉️ wc ⸝⸝ 10.0k
🗯️ 内容 explicit sexual content ♫ 18+ ⸝⸝ intended for mature audiences | minors do not interact ᯓ established relationship, public event tension, lots of emotional intimacy and domestic moments, jealousy, reassurance, possessive behavior, markings, praise kink, edging, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), face fucking, tipsy sex, unprotected p in v, dacryphilia, creampie !
EL’S ✷ BUBBLE : again, i got a bit carried away with this one so oops ! this may lowkenuinely be one of my most favorite fics i’ve written for this event >< if it wasn’t already obvious, i’m a complete sucker for fashion, polka dots (swear on my life i loved them before they became a trend everywhere), and anything nishimura riki 😚 requested by my one and only @vmpiricou, of course! aaand technically this isn’t even an event request, but a request that’s been rotting in my brain and inbox for forever now, so i thought it’d be the perfect addition to the lineup . . . basically a two-in-one request fic hehe ! enjoooooy <33 mwehehehehe with much love
The invitation had come in the mail three weeks prior, thick, cream-coloured cardstock with the Prada logo embossed in matte black foil, the kind of paper that felt like money between your fingertips.
A winter showcase.
An outdoor installation that merged fashion and architecture, held on the grounds of a privately owned estate just outside the city, where hedges were trimmed into geometric shapes and the fountains had been drained for the season so they wouldn't crack under the frost.
TAKE SOME OF THIS IT’LL CALM U DOWN ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 —NRK
-> a story based on my Higher series!
smoking in riki’s bed is the best way to relax after a stressful day… if he can find his weed.
📓pairing: dealer!riki x fem!reader
contains: weed smoking skinship fluff kissing bickering riki’s kind of rude to his mom
🗯️vaeh’s note: i guess I’m back from my short ass break. this was supposed to be a Higher drabble but ig this counts as a regular bonus part now cs I am the worst at keeping my ffs short
I have the fattest biggest humongous massive gigantic crush on Ni-Ki. It's not funny anymore
Cushion soft ~ ꒰ྀ ͜ 𐙚 n.rk
Pairing: bf!西村力 x innocentish fem!reader
Wc: 3.6k
Warnings:smut,softdom!riki,oral(fem!receiving),filth,kissing,fluff... lmk if I missed smth.
MDNI
Note: requested by anon enjoy𐙚
You were curled up on the couch in Riki’s apartment, the soft glow from the string lights you’d helped him hang last month casting warm shadows across the room. Rain tapped steadily against the window, a gentle rhythm that matched the quiet hum of the TV playing some animated movie you both loved— all soft colors and gentle adventures. It was one of those rare evenings where nothing else mattered: no school deadlines, no practice schedules, just the two of you after a long day. You’d shown up earlier in your favorite pastel cardigan and skirt, hair loose and a little messy from the wind, carrying a small bag of his favorite strawberry mochi because you remembered how his eyes lit up the last time you brought it.
Riki had pulled you inside right away, arms wrapping around you in that careful way he always did, like he needed to steady himself before anything else. “Hey,” he’d murmured against your hair, voice low and warm. Dinner had been simple—stir-fry you made together at the kitchen counter, shoulders brushing, his quiet laughs mixing with yours when you stole bites from the pan. He’d insisted on doing the dishes after, rolling up his sleeves while you dried, the domestic rhythm of it feeling so easy, so right.
Now you were in his lap on the couch, legs tucked under you, head resting on his shoulder as the movie played. His hand rested on your waist, thumb tracing slow, absent circles over the fabric of your cardigan. Every so often he’d glance down at you instead of the screen, eyes softening at the way you bit your lip during the funny parts or how your fingers absently played with the hem of his hoodie. You felt his chest rise and fall a little deeper each time, like he was breathing through something.
You shifted closer without thinking, nuzzling into his neck, and that’s when you noticed it—the faint tension in his jaw, the way his fingers paused mid-circle before resuming slower. His other hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, touch lingering just a second longer than usual. “You’re really into this movie tonight,” you whispered, tilting your head to look at him with a small smile.
He hummed, the sound vibrating through you. “Hard not to be when you’re watching it like that.” His voice was soft, a little rough at the edges, but he kept it light, like always. No big declarations, just that quiet honesty that made your cheeks warm.
The movie continued, but the air between you felt thicker now, charged in a way that had been building for weeks. You’d kissed plenty—soft, sweet things that left you both a little breathless—but Riki had always pulled back first, hands gentle on your hips, a shaky exhale against your lips before he’d suggest more snacks or another scene. You knew he was holding something back. You could see it in the way his eyes would darken sometimes, the way his arms would tense around you like he was fighting to stay exactly where he was. But he never said anything about it. Never made it your worry. He just… controlled it. For you.
Tonight, though, you wanted more. You wanted to feel that closeness you’d been daydreaming about during lectures, the kind that went beyond kisses and careful touches. You turned in his lap, straddling him gently, knees on either side of his thighs. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat pick up under your palms. “Riki,” you said softly, voice shy but sure. “Can we… try something tonight? I want to be closer to you. Like, really close.”
His eyes met yours, dark and steady, but you caught the flicker—the way his breath hitched, how his hands settled on your hips with a firmness that trembled just slightly at the edges. He didn’t speak right away. Just nodded once, slow, like he was giving himself time to process. “Yeah,” he said finally, voice low. “If you’re sure. We can stop anytime. Just tell me.”
You leaned in and kissed him first, soft and slow, the way you always did. His lips moved against yours with that same careful patience, but his hands stayed perfectly still on your hips, fingers pressing into the fabric like anchors. You could feel the restraint in every line of his body—the way his shoulders stayed squared, the subtle flex of muscle under your hands as he kissed you back without deepening it too fast. When you pulled back a little, cheeks flushed, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed for a long second.
Clothes came off gradually, his hands moving with deliberate slowness. He helped you out of your cardigan first, fingers brushing the skin of your arms as the fabric slipped away, but he paused after each button, giving you space, letting the moment breathe. Your top followed, then your skirt, until you were left in just your simple cotton underwear. He didn’t rush to touch more. Instead, he shrugged off his own hoodie and shirt when you tugged at them, revealing the lean lines of his torso from all those dance practices. You ran your hands over his chest shyly, and he let out a quiet breath, head tilting back just a fraction before he caught himself and looked at you again.
He laid you back on the couch cushions carefully, the soft material dipping under your weight. Hovering above you on his elbows, he kissed down your neck, open-mouthed and unhurried, like he was memorizing the way you sighed under him. His hands explored your sides, palms warm and steady, cupping your breasts with a gentleness that made your back arch. Thumbs brushed over your nipples in slow circles, and he watched your face the whole time, jaw tight like it took effort to keep his touches light.
“You feel so good,” he murmured against your skin, voice rough but full of quiet awe. “So soft right here.” He pressed another kiss to the curve of your breast, tongue flicking out gently, and you whimpered, fingers threading into his hair. His body tensed above you—shoulders flexing, a faint tremor running through his arms—but he didn’t speed up. Didn’t press harder. Just kept going, slow and focused, like every second was something he was choosing to savor.
Lower still, his mouth trailed down your stomach, leaving warm, wet kisses that made your skin tingle. When he reached the edge of your panties, he glanced up at you, eyes dark but patient. You nodded, and he slid them down your legs with careful hands, folding them aside like they mattered. The sight of you bare made him pause completely, breath catching in his throat. His fingers dug into the couch cushion for a moment, knuckles whitening, before he relaxed them again. He settled between your thighs, broad shoulders keeping you open, but he took his time—kissing the inside of your knee first, then higher, until his mouth finally found you.
The first lick was slow, almost tentative tongue flat and warm against your folds. You gasped softly, hips twitching, and he groaned low, the sound vibrating through you. But he didn’t dive in. He licked again, deliberate circles around your clit, one hand resting on your thigh to hold you steady while the other stayed braced beside you. When he slid a finger inside, it was careful, inch by inch, curling gently to find that spot that made your breath hitch. A second finger joined soon after, scissoring slowly, all while his tongue worked in perfect rhythm.
“So pretty like this,” he whispered between strokes, voice thick and a little strained. “You’re doing so good. Taking this so well.” His free hand trembled where it gripped your thigh, but he kept the pace steady, controlled, even as your whimpers grew softer and needier. You could see the effort in the set of his jaw, the way sweat beaded at his hairline, the subtle way his hips shifted against the couch like he was fighting his own body. But he never let it show in his touch. Never rushed. Just kept praising you in that low, steady voice—“Right there? Yeah, just like that. You feel incredible”—while his own breathing stayed measured, like he was counting every inhale.
Your first release built slow and deep, crashing over you in warm waves that left your legs shaking around his shoulders. He worked you through it with gentle licks and soft murmurs, not stopping until you were boneless and panting, fingers loosening in his hair. Only then did he pull back, lips shiny, chest rising and falling harder now. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on yours as he sat up a little.
He stripped the rest of the way without hurry, pushing his sweatpants down and kicking them aside. His cock was hard, flushed and leaking at the tip, but he didn’t touch himself. Just knelt there for a second, hands fisted on his thighs, composing himself. You reached for him, and he came back down, kissing you deep and slow so you could taste yourself on his tongue. His arms bracketed your head, trembling faintly at the elbows.
When he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the head through your slick folds, his whole body went still again. He pushed in inch by careful inch, breath held tight, jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumped. Halfway in, he paused, forehead dropping to yours, a shaky exhale escaping him. “Breathe with me,” he said quietly, voice rough around the edges. You nodded, and he sank deeper, slow and controlled he was fully inside, hips flush against yours. He stayed there, completely still, arms shaking with the effort of not moving.
The feeling of him—full and warm and so deep—made you whimper, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He let out a quiet sound, something caught between a groan and a sigh, but he held perfectly still, letting you adjust. “You’re so warm,” he murmured after a long moment, voice soft and full of emotion. “So good around me.” Only when you shifted your hips did he start moving—deep, rolling thrusts that dragged slowly, eyes never leaving your face so he could read every flicker of pleasure.
His pace stayed measured, even as the minutes stretched. Every thrust was intentional, hips rolling in controlled waves, one hand slipping between you to circle your clit with his thumb in tight, perfect strokes. Sweat glistened on his skin, hair falling into his eyes, but he kept it together—breaths deep and even, muscles coiled tight under your hands where they gripped his shoulders. You could feel how much it cost him: the way his fingers would flex against your skin, the occasional stutter in his rhythm when you clenched around him, the way he’d bury his face in your neck for a second to steady himself before continuing.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered against your skin, voice breaking just a little. “So soft and sweet. Feels so good wanted to feel you like this for so long.” The praises kept coming, low and endless, spilling out like he couldn’t hold them back even if he tried—“Right there, yeah? You’re doing amazing. Just like that”—but they stayed gentle, focused only on you, on how you felt, how you sounded. No grand statements. Just raw, honest words wrapped around every careful movement.
Your second orgasm hit harder this time, building from the steady drag of him inside you until it washed over you in deep, shuddering waves. You cried out his name softly, clenching around him, and that finally pulled a broken sound from his throat. His hips stuttered once, twice, then he buried himself deep and followed, pulsing hot inside you with a quiet groan muffled against your shoulder. His arms gave out just enough to press closer, but he caught himself, keeping most of his weight off you even as his body trembled through the aftershocks.
For a long minute, neither of you moved. He stayed inside you, warm and full, face tucked into the curve of your neck while his breathing slowly evened out. His hand stroked your side in lazy, soothing patterns, the tension finally easing from his shoulders. When he eventually pulled out—slow and gentle, like he was reluctant to break the connection—he reached for the warm cloth he’d set aside earlier on the side table. He cleaned you both up with careful wipes, movements soft and unhurried, then pulled the fuzzy blanket over you both and tucked you against his chest.
You lay there in the quiet, rain still falling outside, his heartbeat steady under your ear. His fingers combed through your hair, slow and rhythmic, the same way he always did after long days. “That was… nice,” he said after a while, voice quiet and a little rough. “You okay? Felt good?”
You nodded, smiling against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. “Really good. You made it feel safe. Warm.”
He hummed, the sound content, and pulled you closer, one leg draping over yours under the blanket. The movie had ended long ago, screen dark, but neither of you reached for the remote. Instead, you stayed like that—tangled together, his hand still tracing patterns on your back, the restraint from earlier now softened into this easy, protective hold. He didn’t say much more. Just held you, breathing you in, like the night had been exactly what he needed after holding back for so long.
You drifted off first, lulled by the rain and the warmth of him, and Riki stayed awake a little longer, eyes half-closed, a faint smile on his lips as he watched the way your lashes brushed your cheeks. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead, barely there, then let himself relax fully against you.
The apartment felt smaller in the best way, wrapped around the two of you like the rest of the world didn’t exist. And in that quiet space, with his arms around his sweet girl and the rain as company, everything felt exactly right.
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nishimura riki x fem!reader
content warnings: smut, angst, slut shaming, ass and pussy spanking, he gets mean, oral (m receiving), pussy eating, fingering, squirting, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, heavy makeout, mild dubcon, jealousy, reader is avoidant, not a lot of aftercare, riki becomes unhinged, and possessive, he kind of manipulates her sexually, reader refers to him as nishimura, but later calls him riki, porn with a plot, lmk if I missed anything!
word count: 10981
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𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒
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PAIRING : roommate!riki × fem!reader / roommate!sunghoon × fem!reader
IN WHICH : what started as a simple roommate arrangement with your brother’s best friends quickly transforms into something much more intimate
⚠︎ WARNINGS : explicit content - smut (mdni) including: creampie, unprotected sex, fingering, pussy slapping, degradation, dirty talk, getting caught (kinda), possessive behavior, grinding, cum leaking, nipple play, "good girl", "slut", "baby"
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