#amoressb

removing rikis makeup for him because he’s too tired to keep his eyes open — fluff

the dorm is quiet when riki finally gets home, the kind of late night quiet that settles after long schedules and bright stage lights. you can see the exhaustion on him immediately. his hoodie hangs off tired shoulders, eyeliner faintly smudged beneath sleepy eyes, glitter still catching softly on his skin. he looks so pretty, but so worn out underneath it. the second he sees you, his expression softens.

you open your arms and he comes over right away, melting into you the moment he reaches the couch. his head drops into your lap with a quiet sigh while your fingers slip into his hair automatically. “hi, baby,” you whisper. he hums softly, eyes already closing as he melts further beneath your touch. you can feel the tension leaving him little by little every time your fingers comb through his hair.

your thumb brushes beneath his eye, catching leftover shimmer. “you still have your makeup on.” you say. “too sleepy,” he murmurs. your heart softens instantly. “aw, my poor baby.” you press a soft kiss to his forehead, then another near his temple, and he exhales quietly at each one like he needs them more than air. “c’mon,” you whisper. “let me take care of you.” he follows you to the bathroom still holding your wrist, sleepy and clingy in the sweetest way.

halfway there, he leans against your shoulder for a second, warm and heavy. in the bathroom light, he looks even softer somehow. you sit him on the counter and step between his knees immediately. his hands settle around your waist while you gently wipe away his makeup, careful around his tired eyes. when his brows pinch slightly, your free hand cups his cheek at once. “i know, baby,” you soothe softly. “almost done.” he relaxes again the second he hears your voice.

you’re gentle with him the entire time. wiping away smudged eyeliner, brushing glitter from his cheeks, smoothing your thumb beneath his lashes because you know his skin gets sensitive after schedules like this. every so often, you pause just to kiss him. a kiss near his eye, another against his cheek, one pressed softly to his forehead while your fingers run through his hair. he takes every single one quietly, eyes heavy and affectionate. “you’re doing so good for me,” you whisper. his grip around your waist tightens slightly. “yeah?” you smile, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. “mhm, sweetest boy ever.”

by the time you finish, he looks impossibly soft sitting there with a bare face, sleepy eyes, hair messy from your hands constantly touching him. you smooth moisturizer onto his skin gently before whispering, “all done.” he just stares at you for a second before pulling you closer by the waist, forehead resting against your chest. then he tilts his head up slightly, waiting and you kiss him immediately. slow, warm, and lingering. he sighs softly into it, one hand sliding higher up your back while the other keeps you close like he finally gets to rest now. when you pull away, he follows with two more tiny sleepy kisses before settling back against you again. “stay with me,” he murmurs quietly. you kiss his forehead one last time, fingers slipping into his hair again. “always, baby.”

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ riki listens to absolutely nobody…except his sweet girl of course ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1000 + / small kisses, skinship, petnames ｡｡

𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑣𝑒…

riki had a reputation, one he wore like a badge. he wasn’t loud or disruptive in the way most troublemakers were. no dramatic shouting matches with teachers, no getting caught skipping class, but he had this stubborn streak that made him infamous in every classroom he stepped into.

if a teacher told him to do something, he’d act like they weren’t even talking to him. if a classmate asked for help, he’d either shrug or give a flat, “nah.” it wasn’t exactly rebellion. it was just riki being riki. unbothered, detached, and annoyingly consistent about it. except with you.

it was almost ridiculous how quickly he could switch. one moment, he’d be completely ignoring an instruction and the next, the second you opened your mouth, he was already doing whatever you’d asked without hesitation and people noticed. in fact, at this point, they lived for catching it happen.

it started right after first period. math class, bright and early, and mrs. park was already irritated. she stood at the front with a thick stack of worksheets in her hands.

“nishimura, pass these back,” she said. riki sat leaned back in his chair, spinning his pencil between his fingers like he had all the time in the world. “nishimura,” she repeated, sharper. he looked up at her lazily, “hm?”

“pass them back.” she said. “yeah, in a minute.” his pencil kept twirling. you sighed softly from your seat two over, leaning toward him just enough for your voice to carry. “ki, just pass them.” and like magic, his hands were already on the stack, passing them back without a word of protest.

when he was done, he turned toward you with that little smirk, the one that curled at the corner of his mouth like see? only for you.

somewhere behind you, a boy muttered to his friend, “he actually did it…because she told him to.” riki heard it too, and his smirk only deepened.

by third period gym, it happened again. mr. cho blew his whistle. “laps, let’s go! no exceptions!” students began jogging, but riki stayed planted on the bleachers, stretching his legs out in front of him.

“nishimura,” the coach called, “that means you too.” riki tilted his head back. “yeah, i’m good here.”

you jogged by, glancing at him with a grin. “come on, run with me.” before you could even slow down, he was on his feet, falling into stride beside you.

“ohhh, now he runs,” someone yelled from across the gym, and a few kids laughed. riki didn’t acknowledge them, brushing his fingers against yours every few seconds as you ran.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” he murmured down to you. “lucky?” you teased. “yeah. if it was anyone else, i’d still be sitting.”

later, in english, your group was crowded around a table, working on a poster for a class presentation. “hey, riki, can you grab the glue sticks from the supply shelf?” one of your classmates asked. “nope,” riki replied without looking up, his scissors cutting neat strips of colored paper. you didn’t even hesitate. “kii, can you get them for me?”

he was already walking across the room before you’d finished the sentence. when he came back, he set the glue sticks right in front of you, leaning close enough that his voice was just for you. “anything else, princess?” the boy across from you snorted quietly, “whipped.” riki didn’t even try to deny it.

even at lunch, it showed. you and riki had just sat down when the lunch lady called over, “young man, can you push in that chair you left out?” riki kept walking toward the table.

“ki,” you said. he stopped mid step, looking over his shoulder instantly. “yeah?”

“push in your chair, please.” without a word, he turned around, fixed the chair, and came back. before sitting, he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “you know,” he said, smiling softly, “you could tell me to do anything and i’d do it.” you laughed quietly, “i know.”

after the final bell, you were packing your bag when a classmate wandered over. “hey, can you grab the basketball from the storage room?” they asked riki. “no.”

the guy rolled his eyes and turned to you. “y/n, can you tell him to do it?” you blinked. “seriously?”

“it’s the only way he’ll say yes.” riki gave him a flat look, but when you asked, “ki, could you grab it for him?” he sighed, getting up and disappearing into the hallway.

a minute later, he was back, dropping the ball into the guy’s hands. “don’t get used to it,” he muttered, before turning to you with a softened expression. “ready to go?” he asked, grabbing your bag from your desk and holding it easily over his shoulder.

as you walked toward the gates together, he kept close, brushing his hand against yours until you finally laced your fingers together. “you really only listen to me, huh” you said, amused. “told you,” he murmured, giving your hand a squeeze, “i only listen to you.”

and it wasn’t just some school quirk, he meant it. riki didn’t care if teachers rolled their eyes or classmates teased him for it. none of them mattered the way you did. if you wanted something, it became a priority.

sometimes, people would even test it on purpose, calling your name just so you’d pass on their request to him. and every time, without fail, he’d do it. maybe with a little dramatic sigh first and then come right back to you, slipping into that soft, affectionate mode that was reserved for you alone.

he’d take the long way around the classroom just to brush his shoulder against yours on the way back. he’d set whatever you’d asked for in front of you gently, like it was something precious. and if he thought no one was looking, he’d press his lips to your temple or let his hand linger at your waist, his voice low when he’d say, “see? anything for you.”

everyone at school knew the truth by now. riki wasn’t just stubborn, he was hopelessly, ridiculously soft for his girlfriend and he didn’t care who saw it.

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ you love to watch riki play games so much it puts you to sleep, so now its you and rikis nightly routine ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 700 + / kissing, skinship, petnames ｡｡

𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑣𝑒…

after dinner, after showers, after the world finally slows down for the night, riki grabs his controller and heads straight for the couch. he doesn’t even have to ask anymore for you to follow him. you do it automatically, blanket in hand, already smiling since you know exactly how the night will end.

he sits down, stretches once, and opens his arms. “come here, pretty girl.” you climb onto his lap like it’s second nature, settling sideways with your legs tucked up and your body turned toward him. rikis arm wraps around your waist immediately, pulling you in close until there’s no space left between you. your head finds it’s familiar place against his shoulder, cheek pressed to the warm skin of his neck.

he presses a kiss into your hair, soft, lingering. “comfortable ?” he murmurs. you nod, nuzzling closer, nose brushing along his collarbone. “mmmhm perfect.”

the game loads, gentle sounds filling the room. the screen’s glow paints everything in soft blues and greens, shadows dancing quietly around the living room. rikis fingers move with easy confidence, controller resting against your thigh as he plays.

you watch him, eyes following the way his jaw tightens when he concentrates, the tiny smile that pulls at his lips when something goes right. your hand slips under his shirt, palm resting flat against his stomach, warmth seeping into your skin.

riki exhales slowly, thumb starting it’s familiar path along your side, tracing little circles like he’s soothing both of you at once while he loads another game.

“you know,” he says quietly, “it seems you fall asleep faster every night.” you smile against his neck. “that’s because you’re relaxing.”

he laughs softly, leaning his head against yours. “is that what i am now ? your personal lullaby ?” you tilt your face up just enough to kiss his jaw. “yup, my favorite one.”

that earns you a kiss, slow and gentle, lips brushing yours like he’s afraid of waking something fragile. when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours for a moment, eyes soft.

he goes back to playing, but he never breaks physical contact. his arm stays snug around your waist, hand occasionally sliding up your back beneath the blanket between games. every now and then, he dips his head to kiss your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. cute little love notes pressed into your skin.

your breathing starts to change without you realizing it, but riki notices everything. the way your body melts heavier into his. the way your hand goes slack beneath his shirt, fingers still there, still holding him even as sleep creeps in. your head shifts, nuzzling deeper into the curve of his neck like you’re seeking him out even in dreams.

“baby ?” he whispers. no answer, just a quiet hum as you nuzzle closer in your sleep. his chest tightens in that warm, overwhelming way it always does when he realizes how safe you feel with him.

he finishes the game quietly, careful not to disturb you. when the screen goes dark, the room feels even softer, wrapped in silence and the sound of your steady breathing.

for a moment, he doesn’t move. he just sits there, rocking you gently, pressing slow kisses into your hair. “i love you,” he murmurs, voice barely above a breath.

eventually, he shifts, sliding one arm under your knees and the other around your back. you stir faintly as he lifts you, arms curling around him even in your sleep. “i’ve got you,” he whispers, lips brushing your temple.

you relax instantly, cheek pressing into his neck, lips brushing his skin as you drift right back under. he carries you to bed like you’re something precious. slow and careful like he has all the time in the world. he lays you down gently, pulling the blanket over you, but the moment he tries to pull away, your hand tightens in his shirt.

“ki…” you murmur, half asleep. his chest softens instantly. “i’m here, baby, i’m here.” he crawls in beside you, tugging you closer until you’re pressed against him again. without thinking, your hand slips right back under his shirt, fingers splaying over his skin like that’s where they belong and they do.

riki sighs softly, wrapping both arms around you now, holding you like he never wants to let go. he kisses your forehead, your nose, your lips. slow, sleepy kisses full of warmth and devotion.

“goodnight, my love,” he whispers. you smile in your sleep, thumb brushing lazily against his skin, breathing calm and even. riki closes his eyes too, heart full, knowing tomorrow night will be the same. the couch, his lap, your head against him and love, settling in deeper every single night.

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ nothing gets in between riki and his cuddles, not even if you’re too hot ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 600 + / small kisses, skinship, petnames ｡｡

𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑣𝑒…

it’s one of those nights where the air feels thick, like it’s pressing against your skin instead of moving around it. the fan is on, but it’s doing more noise than work and the sheets already feel warm from the day’s heat refusing to let go.

you’re lying on your side, staring at nothing, when you feel the familiar shift behind you. a soft huff, a rustle of fabric…ohh riki your sweet boy.

his arm drapes over your waist automatically, like it’s muscle memory and his chest presses to your back. normally, you’d melt into it and scoot closer. but tonight ? you immediately feel ten times hotter.

“mmmm,” he hums, nose brushing your hair, already settling in but too close. way too close. you try to endure it for a few seconds, but the heat keeps building, trapped between bodies and blankets. finally, you gently grab his wrist and move it away, scooting forward just a little.

“ki baby, the love of my life,” you mumble softly, half apologetic, half exhausted. “it’s too hot, i can’t cuddle right now.” there’s a pause behind you. “…wait what ?” he says, like he genuinely doesn’t understand the words in that order.

you turn your head slightly so he can hear you better. “i’m overheating. when you cuddle me, i get even hotter.” he makes a quiet, offended sound, arm reaching out again out of pure instinct. you scoot away once more, just out of reach, and he whines. “babyyy,” he says, dragging the ‘y’ out. “i can’t sleep like this.”

“yes you can, you just close your eyes.” you reply gently. “no,” he says immediately. “that’s not how it works.” you feel his fingers barely brush your shirt, testing the distance like he’s debating his next move.

he sighs dramatically and sits up. “…would it help if i took my shirt off or something ?” he asks, hopeful, like this is a very reasonable compromise. you glance back at him, squinting. “and how would that help?”

“less layers,” he says quickly. “which means less heat. i’m basically doing this for you.” you snort. “you’re doing this for yourself.” he doesn’t even deny it.

a second later, he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside, then immediately lies back down and scoots right back into you. no hesitation this time. his chest presses fully to your back, arm snug around your waist, legs tangling with yours like he’s claiming his rightful spot.

“kiii” you start, but he’s already settling in, chin tucked into the crook of your neck. “see ?” he murmurs, voice soft and smug. “shirt gone so now we can cuddle.”

before you can protest again, he presses a slow kiss to your shoulder, warm lips lingering just enough to make you sigh. then another, lighter this time, right against your cheek like he’s sealing the moment.

“you’re so clingy,” you murmur, even as your body instinctively relaxes against him. “only with you,” he replies immediately, tightening his hold just a little. he kisses your shoulder again, softer now, then brushes his lips against your cheek once more. “i actually can’t sleep without you anymore.”

his skin is still warm, but somehow the familiarity of it makes it easier to handle. his hand rests under your shirt, flat on your stomach, thumb lazily tracing nothing at all. his breathing slow and steady against you.

“if i get too hot, i’m moving,” you warn quietly. he hums, half asleep already, lips grazing your cheek in a sleepy kiss. “then i’ll move with you.”

you roll your eyes, but a smile sneaks onto your face anyway. the fan hums, the night stays warm and riki presses closer, kissing your shoulder one last time like a promise. just before sleep takes you, you hear him murmur, soft and content, “worth it even if it’s hot.”

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ you missed him, so why not go to his groups fansign to get his autograph…and him ｡｡ ɪᴅᴏʟ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1490 + / kissing , skinship , petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

the venue buzzed with the soft thunder of excited fans, murmuring anticipation and rustling albums clutched tightly to chests. the fansign had just begun, and riki was seated in the center of the table with his members, his body present but his mind drifting.

he was polite as always, playful when prompted, but something about today felt heavier. the kind of heavy that came from being weeks apart from you. every tour stop, every rehearsal, every sleep deprived night had been softened only by your voice through a phone screen, your little texts full of love, your late night videos reminding him to eat and sleep.

but it still wasn’t you.

riki tried to shake it off as he scribbled messages on photobooks and smiled through soft fan interactions. his fingers twirled the pen absentmindedly and he barely noticed the way staff was subtly guiding the next fan toward him.

until he looked up and the air was knocked clean out of his lungs.

there you were. no hoodie. no mask. no disguise. just you—his beautiful girl. smiling, radiant, beautiful, and very much real. you stood there like a dream, an album in your hand and the most mischievous look on your face.

“hi riki,” you said sweetly, as if you weren’t flipping his entire world upside down.

his eyes went wide. for a second, he froze completely, mouth slightly parted. he almost stood up out of instinct, chest surging with the need to touch you, pull you in, confirm you weren’t a hallucination brought on by lack of sleep and too many energy drinks.

but staff, cameras, and fans. he forced himself to sit still. barely. “i—what—” his words fumbled out in a whisper. “you’re here?”

you placed the album down gently in front of him, your eyes sparkling. “what, not gonna sign for your biggest fan?” he blinked at the photobook, then slowly back up at you. “this is so evil.”

“don’t worry, i brought a pen,” you teased, tapping your fingers on the table. “autograph, please. make it special.”

riki tried to act cool, but his hands trembled slightly as he opened the album. the page you picked already had one of his pictures staring back at him. his sleepy post concert smile, the one you always said was your favorite.

he swallowed hard, willing his hands to move normally as he signed his name. underneath it, he scribbled a small, hidden message in tiny handwriting only you would understand : i’ve been going crazy without you.

then, as discreetly as he could manage, he slid his hand across the table. his fingers grazed yours and you didn’t hesitate. you interlaced your hands beneath the cover of the album, warm and familiar and home.

riki exhaled softly, the relief palpable in his shoulders. “i thought you were in L.A. until next week,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours.

“changed my flight,” you whispered back. “surprise.”

“best surprise of my life,” he murmured, squeezing your hand.

jake was the first to notice and from two seats down, he let out a very obvious, very exaggerated cough followed by a knowing smirk. riki didn’t even care. he was too busy trying to hold it together while every instinct in his body screamed to get up and hold you properly.

but you gave his hand one final squeeze before gently pulling back, eyes warm and full of unspoken promise. “see you backstage?”

“don’t run. i’m coming straight for you.” you winked, took the signed album, and stepped away. suddenly, the world was colorless without you standing in front of him.

the rest of the fansign was torture.

he powered through somehow, offering smiles and laughter like his heart hadn’t just nearly burst. but every few minutes, his eyes flicked toward the back exit, counting down the seconds until he could bolt.

and finally, finally, it ended.

the moment the cameras cut and the last fan waved goodbye, riki was up. he didn’t wait for staff instructions or even say goodbye to his members. he moved through the backstage corridors like a man on a mission, heart hammering, eyes scanning every corner.

then he turned into the hallway behind the dressing rooms and there you were. waiting against the wall, your fingers nervously twisting at the hem of your shirt, until you saw him.

“baby—”

he didn’t say a word. he closed the space in three long strides and wrapped his arms around you so tightly you gasped. he pressed his face into your shoulder, breathing you in like oxygen, like something he hadn’t had in too long.

“i missed you,” you whispered.

“never, ever leave me that long again,” he said into your neck. “that was the absolute worst.”

you chuckled, arms winding around him. “you’re so dramatic.”

he leaned back, hands cupping your cheeks. “i’m not. you were right there and i couldn’t even kiss you.”

your eyes softened, “you can now.”

that’s all it took before he kissed you. softly at first, then deeper, slower, like he was trying to make up for every second you two had been apart. one hand cradled the back of your head, the other still wrapped tight around your waist.

when he finally pulled away, he rested your foreheads together, noses brushing as his thumbs caressed your cheeks.

“you’re not going back to L.A. tomorrow, right?” he asked, breath still warm against your lips.

“i have five days here,” you whispered, your hands sliding up his back and curling at the nape of his neck.

“then cancel everything. i’m keeping you,” he said, dead serious.

you laughed softly, but it was the kind that came from deep in your chest. the kind that said i missed you just as much. “what would you even do with me for five days straight?”

his eyes narrowed slightly, a playful glint flashing through them. “are you asking me to give you a full itinerary?”

“ki—”

“okay, okay,” he smirked, hands trailing down to your waist, pulling you a little closer. “first, i’m gonna spend the rest of tonight with you in my arms. no distractions. no stage lights. no rushing to the next schedule. just us.”

you smiled up at him, your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “then what?”

“then tomorrow, i’m taking you to every spot i wanted to show you while i was on tour here. that one cafe i kept texting you about? the one with the strawberry croissants?”

“you’ve been thinking about strawberry croissants this whole time?”

“no,” he said, voice dropping a little lower, “i’ve been thinking about you trying them and getting powdered sugar on your lips so i can have an excuse to kiss it off.”

you blushed and he laughed gently, dipping his head down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

he pulled back just enough to look at you fully, eyes scanning your face like he was memorizing every part all over again. “you’re really here,” he said again, almost to himself, “i still can’t believe it.”

“i wanted to see you,” you said softly. “you’ve looked so tired on camera lately.” he smiled, the kind of smile that only came when he was completely, fully at ease. “i’ve been tired. missing you is exhausting.”

you tilted your head. “you’re such a drama queen.” he leaned in again, brushing his lips over yours with a light laugh. “only for you.”

you two stood like that for a moment, just the two of you, wrapped up in each other in the quiet hallway where no one else could see. no stylists, no managers, no fans. just you and riki. his arms around you, your fingers tangled in his shirt, and the buzz of the outside world finally quiet for the first time in weeks.

then he whispered, lips brushing your hair, “come back with me to the dorm. the others will scream, but i need you to be with me tonight. i just…want to fall asleep next to you.”

your voice was soft, “are you sure?”

he nodded, eyes glassy with how much he missed you. “i don’t care who sees anymore. i just want you. i want to hold your hand outside a fansign. i want you in my bed, stealing my blankets and kicking me in your sleep.”

“you miss me kicking you?” you teased.

“i’d let you drop kick me if it meant waking up with you next to me.” that earned him a laugh so bright and familiar, it made his chest ache in the best way. he took your hand again, kissed the back of it, and looked into your eyes. “come with me?”

you nodded and just like that, you left together, his fingers laced with yours, hearts finally full again. he made it through the photos, the smiles, the empty days of pretending.

now he had what he really needed. you, in his arms, for real, and he wasn’t letting go.

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ who would’ve thought riki would date the exact polar opposite of himself ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1600 / kissing , skinship , petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

you’re perched on rikis bed, legs folded neatly underneath you, watching as he rummages through his closet. his room is a perfect reflection of him. it’s minimalistic yet cozy, with a few scattered items that scream nishimura riki—a lego set on his desk, a random beanie tossed over a chair, and a collection of hoodies taking up most of his closet space.

he lets out a dramatic sigh, pulling out a dark gray hoodie before turning toward you. “here,” he says, tossing it over your head.

you squeak, wiggling your arms free before slipping it on. it’s oversized, drowning your smaller frame, and smells just like him. it’s a mix of fresh laundry, cologne, and something uniquely Riki.

“you love making me look tiny, don’t you?” you tease, hugging the sleeves around your hands.

riki smirks, walking over and leaning down so his face is level with yours. “yeah,” he admits shamelessly, tilting his head. “it’s cute.”

your cheeks warm, but you roll your eyes playfully. “fake emo boyfriend thinks i’m cute, what a shocker.”

“fake emo boyfriend is crazy,” riki deadpans, nudging your cheek with his nose. “i’m literally so mysterious.”

you giggle, poking his stomach. “baby, you laugh at your own jokes and trip over air. you are not mysterious. if anything, you’re just a cutie patootie.”

he groans, dramatically flopping onto the bed beside you. “cutie patootie should be illegal. take it back.”

“nope,” you say, shifting so you’re half on top of him. “you’re a cutie patootie and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

riki exhales through his nose, rolling his eyes, but the way his arms immediately circle around your waist says otherwise. “you’re lucky i love you,” he mutters, his voice low and affectionate.

you nuzzle into his chest, smiling against the fabric of his hoodie. “i know.”

the dorm is already buzzing with energy when you step inside, but the second the door clicks shut behind you, the noise dies down. six pairs of eyes immediately snap toward you.

“riki, you’re joking,” sunoo blurts, eyes wide in disbelief.

“who is this angel and what is she doing with you?” jake teases, crossing his arms with an amused smirk.

“she’s too pretty for you,” jungwon adds bluntly.

your cheeks heat up at the sudden attention, and you instinctively shift closer to riki. he, of course, doesn’t miss a beat and his arm wraps securely around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

“yeah, yeah, ha ha,” riki deadpans, rolling his eyes. “okay this is y/n, my girlfriend. i know, shocking revelation.”

his members don’t respond immediately. instead, they exchange glances, their expressions a mix of surprise, amusement, and utter disbelief.

“you’re so…” sunghoon trails off, scanning you from head to toe before settling on riki. “girly.”

“and?” riki challenges, raising an eyebrow.

“it’s just—” sunoo gestures vaguely between the two of you. “we all thought you’d end up with someone like…i don’t know, a female version of you?”

“yeah, like, all dark clothes, quiet, super sarcastic, probably into gaming just like you,” heeseung adds, rubbing his chin like he’s solving a mystery.

“but instead, you’re dating—” jungwon gestures to you. “her.”

you blink, “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, raising a brow, though your voice remains playful.

“you’re all soft and pretty and you literally look like you stepped out of a pinterest board,” jay says, nodding toward your outfit, a cute, pastel-toned ensemble accessorized with dainty jewelry. “we just didn’t see it coming.”

riki grins, tightening his grip on you. “i like my girlfriend all soft and pretty. she’s my princess.”

your heart flutters at his words, and you instinctively squeeze his hand. “rikiiiii,” you whine playfully, hiding your face in his hoodie.

jungwon lets out a long sigh, shaking his head. “this is actually insane. i never thought i’d see the day riki became whipped.”

“i am not whipped,” riki scoffs, immediately going on the defensive.

“oh, really?” jake smirks, stepping forward. “then prove it.”

“what do you mean, prove it?” riki narrows his eyes.

“let go of her,” jake says simply, nodding toward his arm around your waist. “if you’re not whipped, you can let her go, right?” riki doesn’t move. the room erupts in laughter.

“oh my god,” sunoo gasps between wheezes. “he actually can’t let go.”

“shut up,” riki grumbles, but his grip on you only tightens.

you giggle, tilting your head up to look at him. “you are kinda proving their point, baby.”

riki exhales sharply before dramatically peeling his hand away from your waist, only to immediately grab your fingers instead. “there,” he mutters. “happy?”

“that doesn’t count!” sunghoon laughs. “you’re still holding her!”

“you guys are so annoying,” riki groans, but he’s smiling despite himself.

“okay, okay,” heeseung grins, clapping his hands together. “y/n, since you’re officially part of the group now, we need to ask you some important questions.”

you perk up. “oh? like what?”

“first,” jay starts, leaning forward like he’s about to uncover a huge secret. “who made the first move?”

riki snorts. “me, obviously.”

“are you sure?” sunoo arches a brow. “i feel like she had to force you into realizing your feelings.”

“hey!” riki glares. “i realized them on my own.”

you hum, tilting your head playfully. “i did have to wait a bit for him to catch up.”

the room explodes with laughter again, and riki looks personally offended. “baby,” he whines. “you’re supposed to be on my side!”

you giggle, squeezing his hand. “i am, baby. i’m just also right.” his members coo at the interaction and riki groans, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“okay, next question,” heeseung continues, thoroughly enjoying this. “what’s the cutest thing riki has ever done for you?”

you pause, thinking. “hmmm…he always makes sure i have one of his hoodies when i stay over, and he buys me snacks in my favorite flavors without me even asking.”

“that’s so soft,” sunoo gasps dramatically. “who is this riki, and what did he do with the old one?”

“right?” jake shakes his head. “he used to make fun of us for being romantic, and now he’s out here being all boyfriend coded.”

“okay, that’s enough questions,” riki cuts in, glaring at his members. “we get it. i have the best girlfriend ever.”

you beam up at him, batting your lashes. “awww, you think i’m the best?”

riki sighs, but the way he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear betrays him. “yeah,” he mutters. “you know i do.”

his members all groan in unison.

“this is so unfair,” jungwon complains. “i thought riki was gonna be the last one to act all lovey dovey, but he’s actually the worst one.”

“it’s sickening,” sunghoon nods.

“get used to it,” riki smirks. “she’s not going anywhere.”

you lean into his side, smiling as his fingers intertwine with yours. “nope,” you agree. “i’m not going anywhere.”

his members groan again, but the teasing fades into something softer, something almost approving.

maybe you weren’t who they expected, but watching riki beam at you like you were his entire world?

yeah, they could definitely get used to this.

hours later, after playing games, eating snacks, and listening to rikis members tease him relentlessly about you, he finally tugs you away to his room.

the door shuts softly behind you, enclosing you both in a peaceful quiet that contrasts the lively energy outside. you let out a sigh, stretching your arms above your head before flopping onto his bed.

“they were so nice,” you hum. “i thought i was gonna be nervous, but they made me feel so welcome.”

riki hums, settling beside you. “too welcome,” he mutters, eyes narrowing. “i thought jake was gonna steal you away.”

you giggle, shifting onto your side to face him. “never,” you promise, reaching up to tuck a strand of his hair back then resting your hand on his cheek, softly caressing him. “i’m your girlfriend, remember?”

his gaze softens instantly. “mine,” he echoes, his fingers tracing slow circles on your hip.

you nod, letting your hand now rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “yours,” you confirm.

riki exhales deeply, like he’s processing the weight of your words, then leans in, brushing his nose against yours. “can i kiss you?” he murmurs.

your heart stutters. even after all this time, he still asks.

“of course, baby,” you whisper.

riki cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin before he finally presses his lips against yours. the kiss is slow, gentle, like he’s savoring the moment. when he pulls away, his lips linger against yours, reluctant to break the contact completely.

“you make me so soft,” he mutters, half annoyed but mostly in awe.

you giggle, playing with the collar of his hoodie. “you like it.”

riki groans, rolling onto his back and dragging you with him so you’re curled against his chest. “maybe,” he admits, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

you snuggle closer, letting your fingers trace lazy patterns on his chest. “i thought bringing you here would be kinda nerve wracking,” he murmurs. “but having you next to me just makes everything feel…easy.”

your lips curve into a soft smile. “that’s because i’m your safe place, duh.”

riki goes quiet for a moment, then exhales, tightening his hold around you. “yeah,” he whispers. “you really are, my love.”

with one last kiss to your forehead, he tucks you against his chest, holding you close as sleep starts to pull you both under—wrapped up in warmth, in love, in each other.

it goes without saying if you push riki into the pool know you’re going in too — fluff

the sky is turning all shades of orange and pink by the time you and riki make it down to the shoreline from your date. the beach is quieter now, the loud daytime crowds gone, leaving behind soft crashing waves and the cool evening breeze. your sundress sways around your legs while riki walks beside you with his loose white blouse half unbuttoned from the heat and his shorts damp at the hem from the water. his hand is warm around yours, fingers lazily tangled together as the two of you walk through the wet sand.

“you literally screamed when that tiny crab walked near you earlier,” you tease, bumping your shoulder into his. “what..it looked aggressive.” he scoffs dramatically. “it was this big,” you laugh, holding your fingers an inch apart. “that’s still dangerous.” you snort while he grins down at you, all soft eyes and sleepy laughter. the sun is almost gone now, the water darker, reflecting the moonlight instead. but then a terrible, evil thought hits you. you glance at him innocently. “rikiii.” before he can react, both your hands shove hard against his chest.

there’s a loud splash and for a second there’s silence. then riki emerges from the water completely soaked, hair dripping into his eyes, blouse clinging to his skin while he stares at you in disbelief. your jaw drops before you burst into laughter. “y/n,” he says slowly, pointing at you. “oh you’re so done.” you immediately turn and run. your laughter echoes across the beach while your bare feet kick up sand behind you, but honestly, you already know this is pointless. rikis legs are way longer than yours but still, you try. “don’t you dare-” a pair of strong arms suddenly wraps around your waist from behind. you squeal as he lifts you slightly off the ground, both of you stumbling from laughing too hard. “caught you,” he says proudly against your ear.

you twist around in his hold, quickly switching tactics. “cmon kiiii,” you coo sweetly. his eyes narrow immediately. “no. don’t do that voice.” but too late, you grab his face and start pressing kisses everywhere. his cheek, the corner of his mouth, his forehead, his nose. just kiss after kiss after kiss. “you’re so handsome,” you giggle between kisses. “my favorite boy ever.” you feel him melting almost instantly. his grip loosens a little while he tries and ultimately fails, to hide the smile pulling at his lips. “you think this is gonna save you?” he mumbles, cheeks pink. “hopefully.” he laughs softly, hands settling around your waist while you keep peppering his face with kisses until he’s practically smiling against your lips.

but because you’re too distracted kissing him, you don’t notice him slowly walking backward…toward the water. “got you.” your eyes widen. “wait-!” he falls backward on purpose, dragging you down with him into the water. you shriek as the cold waves crash around both of you. “riki !” his loud laughter fills the air while you splash water at him immediately. he splashes you back harder and suddenly the two of you are running through the waves again like little kids, chasing each other through the dark water until both of you are breathless and soaked.

eventually, exhausted, you both collapse onto the sand. you land half on top of him, your wet dress sticking to your legs while rikis chest shakes beneath you from laughing too hard. “you started this,” he says between giggles. “and i’d do it again.” you mutter. “that’s mean” he states. “you love me tho.” his hands slide comfortably around your waist, pulling you closer until your faces are inches apart. “unfortunately,” he sighs dramatically, “i really really do.” you grin before kissing him softly. he kisses you back immediately, smiling into it while his thumb rubs against your side. slow, giggly, sweet little kisses while the waves crash nearby and the moonlight reflects across the water. by the end of the night, both of you are covered in sand, completely soaked, and hopelessly in love.

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 ｡｡

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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.