── .✦ it's cold, let's kiss n.rk x fem reader
wc. 822 contains. kissing alcohol mildly suggestive
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“didn't think i'd see you here,” you say over the blaring music. drink slotted in your hand, you lean against the wall.
entertaining an amused look on his face, riki comes so close you can smell the faint alcohol in his breath and he's almost stepping on your toes. “heard you were coming,” he replies.
somehow, even with all the noise, his voice still sounds smooth and intimate. you shy away from his gaze and study his clothes instead.
half-jokingly, you blurt out, “you should really wear a belt.” but of course you don't mean it. you never mean it when it comes to riki– he can pull off everything.
he chuckles. “maybe you should come shopping with me to buy one.” and with that, riki blends into the crowd; as quickly as he came, he leaves.
something compels you to follow him– maybe his looks, maybe his voice or maybe his way with words. but before you realise, you're also propelling forwards into the heat of the party, searching for the japanese boy who just charmed you. like a mirage, you barely manage to tail him and follow him out to the balcony.
all of a sudden he turns on his heel– and you're caught in the act. “i knew you'd follow me. just can't get enough of me?” your silence was his confirmation. “you’re cute,” he says. “like a rabbit.”
the night air has a chill; you can’t tell if your red cheeks are from the cold or the boy next to you.
“what do you want from me?” the question hangs between you. riki takes a moment to think– but not really. his words die in his throat temporarily, and all he can focus on is how your face looks in the shadowy hue of neon lights. maybe it’s the alcohol in his system.
“you’re the one who followed me,” his voice wavers, faintly. “i should be asking you.”
the conversation is cut short. you opt back inside, but riki’s hand finds place on your wrist before he thinks twice, and you find yourself stopping. “wait,” he mutters. “i didn’t mean that.”
the music’s gone to your head, you conclude. but there’s something in the wind, stalling in between the two of you as if there’s something left to say. and you both hear it– a soft whistle, whispering in your ear, a confession, waiting to be uttered into promise.
riki lets go of your wrist and you miss the warmth on your skin.
“you look cold.” he says, and his tone has a new edge to it– nonchalance, alongside something deeper– concern, nestled in the breath he exhales into the dark.
“thats because i am, nishimura.” you say. “it’s november. what do you expect?” he shuffles closer to you and your shoulders touch.
“you know what they say warms people up?” suddenly the whispering feels too intimate and your faces seem too close for this to be meaningless. you can feel riki’s gaze on you and eye contact seems impossible– but for some reason, you can’t look away.
“what?”
all you can think of is the boy in front of you; there’s only one thought in your mind as you watch his face, inches away from yours. feather-light, his hand brushes against your cheek– it feels like a mistake, but the look in his eyes says otherwise. everything feels more intense than before; your breath stills and the ghost of his touch on your skin stings with need. riki blames it on the alcohol– or maybe, it’s a half-assed excuse– but he decides he can’t hold back anymore and closes the distance between you in a kiss, overflowing with what couldn’t have been expressed in words; you lean back against the balcony in welcome and let riki take control. his whole body radiates with warmth; you can’t think of anything else but riki– a single touch and now you’re entranced.
on your lips, riki finds nirvana. your saccharine taste saturates his senses and clouds his mind with a haze, only amplifying when you place your hands messily around the back of his neck. he swears this is more addictive than any alcohol, sweeter than any cocktail– he can’t decide if the music from inside or if the girl in front of him is making him dizzy.
you pull away and breathe the night’s cold air again. pushing up off the balcony, you look directly in riki’s eyes, his hair now tousled.
“you’re a really good kisser,” you say, between a whisper and something more.
“i know,” riki says, “ i can tell.” you look away, flustered.
“don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that too, nishimura.”
riki sighs; you feel it against your skin. “the music’s messing with my head,” he mumbles. “let’s go somewhere else.”
before you reply, you lean against his arm, letting the warmth from his hoodie flood your senses. “i agree. let’s get away from here.”
note thank u to sasha and mi for reading this my loves
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