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May 22

ok wait....emo niki fwb and popular reader?? do u see where im getting here or is it just stupid... WAIT WAIT reader JUST broke up with her bf too

wait.wait.wait. thsi is NOT STUPID DONTPLAUY. YESSS, LIKE MAYBE HE WAS ALSO JEALOUS AND HE DIDNT SHOW IT UNTIL U BROKE UP WUR BF. AND LIKE... HE WAS WHISPERING SHI INTO YO EAR BC HE WAS JEALOUS U GET UGETT???

emo boy - nishimura riki

: emo!西村力 x popular!yn

[ y/n got dumped by her boyfriend of 5 months infront of his whole basketball team! what better way is it to fuck the guy who saw them break up, better yet it's the emo no one notices! ]

WRITING 𓈒 PWP , MINOR DNI , , dom riki , p in v , no protection (dont b silly wrap ur willy!!) , cumming inside , pussy eating , oral (f recieve) praise kink , dacryphilia , spit kink ,, overstim , dry humping , size kink , belly bulge , riki has a big dick , reader dated heeseung , mentions of cheating , heeseung is lowk a dick.... 𓏵 wc: 4.8k

you stood by the sidelines of the outdoor basketball court, your heels making soft clicking noises everytime you bounced against the asphalt. a bright smile on your lips as you watched him like he was the one who sculpted the clouds in the sky. your boyfriend.

lee heeseung.

dating since your freshman and his sophomore year of highschool, and now the basketball captain of your university, the infamous music technology major with a killer smile, the campus heartthrob who had chose you. you knew his reputation, of course you did. before you dated him, everyone warned you on how fast he moved on quickly, how he never did repeats or could settle in.

yet, with you… it was different, it’s been 5 years. you’re now in your first year of university and he was on his second. you were the exception. everyone thought you’d marry each other by the 6th year.

he was practically her dream boy, she’d like to say atleast.

her train of thought was broken by the sound of the final buzzer of the air horn. heeseung sank an effortless three-pointer as it sounded, and the small crowd of practice spectators erupted in cheers.

he grinned, that panther-like smile that made hearts flutter, as he accepted the backslaps from his teammates and winked at the girls in the crowd, your heart fluttered thinking those winks were for you.

his eyes scanned the sidelines and landed on you.

instead of heading to the locker room, he grabbed his towel and started walking toward you with a shit-eating grin, acting like everything was normal and well put. your smile widend at the sight of your boyfriend approaching you, instantly fixing that short denim skirt you wore and brushing your fingers through your hair.

this was your guys’ thing. everyone knew that, you were his and he was yours. the typical popular girl and basketball captain, dating.

he came to a stop in front of you, the scent of his sweat and fresh cologne hitting your nose first, making you weak in your knees. he was glowing, still buzzing from the game, his damp jersey clinging to his torso.

god he was so hot.

he ran the towel over his face, but when he lowered it, his expression wasn't the warm, private one you expected. it was the same charming, slightly arrogant mask he wore for the public.

the one he'd never used on you.

“heeseung! babe, you did so well!” she said, jumping up and down; she was practically more excited than him.

“i know, baby.” he hummed, eyes looking you up and down as he swipes his lip with his tongue. his voice casual, he wasnt even out of breath despite how sweaty he looked. “got some news, princess.”

her heart stopped for a split second, was he going to propose? you’ve been dating for 5 years, it was bound to happen at some point.

“really? i hope its good news.” you laughed nervously, your cheeks slowly flushing as your heart beating out of your mouth. your hand going to playfully tap his bicep, yet he shifted. your hand falling right past him and falls back to your own side.

“oh, its the best, baby,” he said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. it was fake, almost like the smile he had when he flirted with people during his early sophomore year of high school. "the scout from SNU. y’know, the one I've been talking to for months? he made it official. full-ride scholarship. i'm transferring for the spring semester.”

the world didn't slow down, just like you expected; it just tilted.

transferring?

he'd never mentioned transferring. talking to scouts for months? he'd told you he was focused on their university team.

"heeseung... that's... that's incredible," you stammered, your mind reeling, trying to catch up. "but, what does this mean?” you laughed nervously, taking a step closer to him, as he took a step backwards. “for us? we can–"

"that's the thing," he cut you off, his voice smooth as if he was rehearsing this for days (he hasnt). it was this calm, a clean precision that made it so brutal.

he wasn't angry or upset. he was just... informing you. "this is a clean break. a new start. i'm not doing long-distance. It's messy, and it holds people back."

basically, ‘im sick of you, you’re boring, we’ve never tried something new, you were only good pussy. i was cheating on you’

he said it so plainly, as if he were explaining a simple play on the court. you was the messy thing that would hold him back.

"so– what are you saying?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the thumping of your own heart.

he had the decency to look at her directly and fucking laughed like it was a joke. he almost laughed till he cried, wiping his eye with his index finger before taking deep breaths. "oh god, you’re funny, princess,” he said through breaths, “what i’m saying is, we had good fun, but i’m breaking up with you. its over.”

the words landed not like a blow, but like a shot to your head. this wasn't a heated argument; it was an execution.

he hadn't just broken up with you. he had demoted you from "the exception" back to a statistic. you were just some other girl he'd dated and left, your 5 year of devotion neatly folded into his history as a university heartbreaker.

he gave you a small, almost pitying smile. "take care of yourself, okay?"

and then he turned. he walked back towards his teammates, who were laughing and gathering their gear, completely unaware that he had just shattered a world. he didn't look back. he was already moving on to his next play, his next victory, his next life.

some girl approached him with a bottle of water and a wink, watching heeseung wrap his arm around the girl and kiss her cheek softly like he hadnt just broke up with the girl he supposedly was dating for the past 5 years.

and you was left standing there, alone in the cold air, the smile you first appeared with now replaced with an ugly frown. boys never change.

the world started to come back into focus with a sharp pain. the rough asphalt beneath your heels. the chill of the evening air bites through your thin top. the distant, mocking sound of heeseung's laughter. hot tears pricked at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

not here. not in front of them.

you turned on your heel, needing to escape, to find a dark, quiet corner to shatter in private. but in your haste, you didn't see the figure leaning against the fence of the basketball court, half-shrouded in shadow.

you collided with a solid chest. a quiet, steadying hand shot out to grip your elbow before you could stumble.

"whoa. easy."

the voice was low, calm. deeper than you expected. you looked up, ready to mutter an apology to another one of heeseung's jock friends, but the words died in your throat.

nishimura riki. the quiet japanese exchange student who was always in the dance studio, the one who moved through the university halls like a ghost.

you'd seen him in the library sometimes, his headphones on, his gaze intense and focused on a sketchbook, never on the social dramas of people like you and heeseung.

his eyes werent on your face, no, they were looking past you. towards the entrance of the locker rooms, where heeseung was not flirting with the girl who gave him water.

riki’s gaze slowly drifted back to you, and he saw everything. the cheery smile you’d walked in with, the entire brutal breakup, the way you were now trembling on the edge of completely breaking down.

you expected to see pity in his eyes.

or worse, amusement.

however, you didnt see either of them.

instead, you saw a quiet, unnerving understanding. a flicker of something that looked like anger on your behalf. His grip on your elbow was firm, not intrusive, but grounding.

"you’re shaking," he stated, his voice barely a murmur. it was an observation.

you couldn't form words. you just stared at him, your vision blurring.

he didn't ask if you were all right. he didn't offer fake sympathy. he simply reached into the pocket of his chrome hearts hoodie (which was probably more than your tuition) and pulled out a clean, folded handkerchief. an old-fashioned, thoughtful gesture that felt alien in your world.

he held it out to you. "it’s cold," he said, as if giving you a reason for your tears that had nothing to do with the boy who had just destroyed you.

in that moment, your perfect, popular world crumbled into dust. the only other person who offered you any sort of stability was the ‘emo’ boy, the one who always hid himself in the library, doodling, or in the dance studio of your university, coming up with choreography to whatever song he was feeling that day.

he was the one who saw the crack in your perfect life, and he didn't look away. he just stood there, watching you, waiting for you.

—

you slipped into the library seat, just across riki. it wasnt normal, no, but it felt right.

after he practically saw you break down, you found an unspoken comfortable feeling every time you were around him. you tried your best not to scroll through heeseung’s instagram, but you did.

there it was again. a new picture. His arm, which used to drape so familiarly over your shoulders, was now wrapped around her. your favourite café, the bench in the park you claimed as your own, all of it was being repainted with her smile.

witnessing all the photos of you and him getting replaced with the new girl he was with in an instant, making your eyes well up.

riki sighs to himself as he saw you. he couldnt see your screen, but he knew what you were doing. he doesn't say anything at first.

yet, he quietly slides a single earbud across the table. "listen, this song wont be any of that heartbroken sappy shit," he says simply.

as you suspiciously take the earbud and place it in your ears, your eyes light up. he was right, it wasnt any sappy heartbroken song like ‘apocolypse’ by cigarettes after sex, no, it was a kaytranada song, one of your favourite artists, but you didnt question it.

it was something that took your mind off your heartbreak and made you smile for once. and the way your lips lifted up made riki’s own heart flutter ever so slightly. only to let him smile back at you, a rare sight.

it wasn't a smile of pity. he didn't need to say, "i told you so," or "feel better." the music was saying it for him.

the quiet space between you, built by the simple bluetooth earbuds disappeared. for the next three minutes and forty-two seconds, the world wasn't about your shitty ex, or the girl who replaced you.

it was just about the two of you.

as you both sat for another hour, in musical silence, riki notices you shivering ever so slightly. “you’re cold.” he stated bluntly as he unzips the grey bastard hoodie he wears a lot, he wouldnt even let his own mother wash it when he was younger.

he leaned over the table to wrap the jacket around your shoulders, making sure to keep the curls of you hair intact. “lets go, yeah?” he asked, voice deep yet velvety.

“yeah…” you muttered out with tinted pink cheeks. fuck.

on the way back to the dorms in a found comfortable silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the city and the crunch of your footsteps on the pavement. you tugged his oversized jacket closer and tighter around your frame, the clean scent of his laundry detergent and the musky cologne making you relax.

with a slight courage, you looked at him with doe eyes, the ones you used to look at heeseung with, taking in his sharp profile, which were outlined by the streetlights. he was looking straight ahead, but his hands were stuffed into his pocket and his posture relaxed.

“thanks, riki…” you mutter softly, your gaze dropping back down to the pavement floor, watching the grey skirt you wore rise and fall as you pass every step with your uggs.

he didn't respond immediately, letting the silence sit for a few more seconds. when he finally spoke, his voice was low and even, blending with the night air.

“don't mention it," he said, his eyes still fixed ahead. then, a slight, almost imperceptible shrug. he glanced at you then, a quick, sideways look that saw right through you. "and... it's better than watching you torture yourself with that feed."

there was no judgment in his tone, just a simple, stark statement of fact. It was the kind of blunt honesty you never knew you needed.

he nudged your shoulder gently with his own, a small, grounding touch. "his loss is my gain, i guess. now i have a pretty girl who’s walking with me back to the dorms."

he didnt know what spurted out of his mouth. it just… slipped. the truth just rolled out…

“i–” he gasped. flustered, his nonchalant image now gone.

she laughed softly, thanking him. "i just... i don't want to think. i just want to feel something else." you admitted softly, taking a shaky exhale and revealing a soft white smoke cloud from your lips.

riki’s head spins.

he looks at you, his gaze flustered gaze now both serious and hidden with desire. "i understand that." he pauses, choosing his words with care.

“we could... not think together. no strings. no promises. just a distraction for both of us." the offer isn't sleazy; it's a pact. “something to forget.”

he's offering an escape from the very public world you just lost, into his private, quiet one.

and with his preposition, you blushed. you considered it, and your mind raced. your mind wandered to when you had sex with heeseung, how he only chased his own orgasm and let you fend for yourself.

without a second, you nod. “deal.”

the word hung in the cold air between you, a fragile, and vulnerable moment, making you shirnk. it was an answer to his proposition, and the moment you gave it, something shifted.

the comfortable silence from before became heavier, filled with more tension than before.

riki didn’t smile this time. his flustered expression had been replaced by something far more intense, a quiet focus that made your heart hammer against your ribs. he simply gave a slow, single nod, his eyes never leaving yours.

"okay," he said, his voice a low rasp. "follow me."

he didn't take your hand, but he shortened his stride, ensuring you were always just a step behind him as he changed course.

he wasn't leading you toward the dorms anymore. instead, he lead you toward a quieter, more residential street, where the trees were thicker and the streetlights cast long shadows.

your mind was still a frantic race of thoughts, but they were no longer about heeseung. they were now about the sharp line of riki's jaw in the dim light, the confident set of his shoulders, and the dangerous, offer he had just made.

this wasn't about love. this was about forgetting, and riki seemed like someone who paid attention.

he stopped in front of a modest apartment building, fumbling for his keys with a slight, uncharacteristic clumsiness that betrayed his own calm facade.

the lobby was quiet, and the elevator ride to the fifth floor was silent, the only sound the soft hum of machinery and the frantic pulse you were sure he could hear.

the door clicked shut, and the outside world was now long forgotten.

he turned to face you, leaning back against the door as if to block any retreat, or perhaps to steady himself. his gaze was still serious, still hidden with that hidden desire.

“if we want to do this, we need to have rules.” he said, his voice quiet but firm in the stillness of his room. “first, it’s a secret. second, we don't need grand gestures, it's just a fuck, got it?”

you nod softly at his words, nervous as you held the grey jacket closer to you. “got it…”

“third, we tell each other if we ever catch feelings for the other.” he said as he pushed himself off the door, approaching you slowly. the silence hanging in the air for a good few seconds. “last, if you want to stop, you say 'stop'. that's the only rule that matters."

you just nodded, your throat too dry to form words.

as he stood in front of you, his hands caged you around the kitchen island, he didn't kiss you immediately. instead, his one of his hands came up to cradle your face, his thumbs gently stroking the lingering dampness from your cheeks that you hadn't even realised was still there. the gesture was so unexpectedly tender that it made your breath catch.

"okay, princess?" he whispered, a final check-in, his lips inches from yours.

in answer, you rose onto your toes and closed the gap yourself.

the kiss wasnt gentle by all means, it was hungry. a release of all the pent-up hurt and confusion you had been carrying by yourself. the memories of heeseung dissolved as soon as you pressed your lips against riki.

he matched your intensity, his hands gripping your waist as he pushed you further into the kitchen island. the marble counter digging into your lower spine as he pushes himself flush against you body, as if he could absorb all the pain and replace it with pleasure.

his hands roam around your body like there was no tomorrow, tangled in your hair, sliding down your spine, gripping your waist with urgency. each touch his own deliberate and pent up feelings.

it was already different. with heeseung, it was all about his satisfaction, no foreplay. yet, with riki, it felt like it was all about you. he almost worshipped you, with every shift of his body, every gasp that escaped your lips.

he was careful, considering, and he hasnt even fully touched you yet. all this feeling, just from a simple mere kiss.

he broke the kiss, his breath ragged and leaving you wanting more. your foreheads against each other and eyes filled with want, adoration and desire.

“see, something to forget, right?” you breathed out, voice rough with a want that reflected your own.

you nodded as he led you towards his bedroom, realising he was right. the ghost of heeseung was gone, replaced with the current situation infront of him. riki, the boy who was there when he saw the break up go down, the one who offered support when you needed it.

the quiet emo people made fun of him behind his back, now here infront of you as he pushed you to sit ontop of the bed. the surprisingly soft comforter under you making you feel things you never knew you could.

“please…” you muttered softly, unknown what you were even begging for. your legs just spreading, like a signal to riki to continue.

and with a smirk, he fell to his knees, the carpet rough under his jeans, but this is where he wanted to be.

“so needy, arent you…” he mumbled softly, his lips travelling up your thighs. each kiss so tender, yet leaving you to want more.

you didnt have to wait for long, riki’s head instantly disappeared under that short skirt you wore, his lips kissing the wet heat of your clothed cunt, making you shiver. thighs instantly closing shut, trapping him into the deep smell of you.

he let out a low laugh as he felt you close up against him, one of his hands going to caress your ankle as the other pries your thigh apart for him. “god, you smell so good..” he muttered, inhaling you scent and kissing your clit through your panties.

his tongue began slow, licking a long stripe right through the damp fabric of your panties, and a shakey moan was ripped from your throat. the sound making him let out another chuckle, a soft vibration hitting your pussy as his nose bumped your clit.

“oh baby,” he murmured, voice thick with heat. “don’t hide from me.” he coo’d, teeth tugging at the waistband of your panties, the ones that are now drenched, and pulled them down just to your knees. the glisten of your pussy clear as day to him.

“oh you’re so wet.” he hummed, landing a kiss just above your clit, making you whine. the ghost of his breath over your soaked folds, making you clutch the sheets under you.

“riki, please.” you begged, only to let a sigh of relief escape your lips as soon as his mouth came in contact with your glistening pussy.

it was slow at first, the licks against your clit almost boring. reminding you of heeseung. you almost yawned at it. and riki could tell, the way your thighs loosened in boredom, the way he pushed your skirt away from his eyes, only to peer up at your face filled of nothingness.

and all he did was smirk. in an instant, his tongue plunged into your hole, deep. the feeling making you jump and moan in an instant with wide eyes. “f–fuck, riki–” you gasped as the wet muscle moved rapidly.

the sound of wet sucking and your moans filled his room, and neither of you could care less about anyone who lived nearby. his fingers rubbed small circles against your ankle as he devoured you as if you were his last meal.

“shit, you taste so good.” he whined into your pussy. his eyes shut tight as he enveloped all of your slick onto his tongue. and frankly enough, you were close. your hole pulsating against his tongue, clenching, releasing, clenching tighter.

and riki could tell, letting out a low chuckle as he pulled away to look at you with his chin covered in your slick and his own drool.

and god, he almost came on the spot at the sight of you. the hoodie he gave you earlier, still intact against your body, the skirt bunched around your hips, and god. your cheeks a flushed pink as your chest heaved up and down.

you whined at the loss of your orgasm, eyes half lidded as you watched him stand up between your legs.

“you ready, princess?” he hummed, leaning in as his breath fanned over your face. and as eager and horny you were, you nodded in an instant.

“good girl.” he murmured, leaning to bite your earlobe gently. as he leans down, trapping you onto his bed as his clothed cock rutted up against your pretty pussy. the sensation was almost phenomenal; the roughness of the denim against your raw clit practically made you cry out.

“riki– i need to...” you moaned, as he sped up. his hips were moving like there was no tomorrow; it was a sign to let go of everything. and, you did. your back arching as you came from the grinding, wetting his jeans all over.

he never stopped, he kept rutting against you as you rode your high. until your gummy clit was rough and hard. until tears fell down your cheeks, did he stop. “was that good, baby?” he said with a smirk, leaning down to kiss your tears away.

“ngh…” was all you could respond with, before you heard a sharp zip echo through the room. the mushroomy tip of his cock, now prodding your clit lightly.

“baby, you have to relax.” he grunted softly as he collected all the slick escaping from your cunt onto the tip of his cock. slowly but shortly pushing into you.

a sting rippled through you as you felt the stretch of his head in your pussy. and my god, you never noticed this, but he was big. way bigger than heeseung ever was. and despite his size, he was caring. checking in on you every time an inch of him entered you, until he fully bottomed out, your base touching his own.

without a word, he pulled out, just to where his head started, and thrusted back in almost punishingly. with each slow thrust you cried and moaned, you felt everything. your hands going from the sheets, to his shoulders, to hugging him close and flushed against you. your pretty nails digging into his back, definitely leaving marks for the next day.

he tried to hold back, he really did. but, he couldnt, with all the angelic noises that escaped you lips, he sped up faster and faster. “fuck, you sound so pretty.” he groaned, enjoying the pain of your nails against his back and every clench around his cock.

he swore he almost came on the spot as he saw the tears in your eyes and the saliva dripping down your oh so pretty face. the same blurred tears he saw as heeseung broke up with you.

“do i fuck you better than him, princess?” the nickname sounding like venom on his tongue, his fingers gripping your waist harder to leave marks. and all you could reply with was gurgles of your saliva.

he tutted at the lack of your response, a hand slowly travelling to your neck to wrap around it. clearly displeased, he applied a bit of pressure, only enough so you started to gasp occasionally. “doesnt answer the question, doll.”

his thrusts were brutal; you felt your stomach coil in at the orgasm building up.

“do. i. fuck. better. than. your. filthy. ex.” he stated, eyes darkening as he saw drool escape down your plump lips. fingers applying more pressure until you nod vicariously. choked moans escaping your lips as you arch your back, not even warning him of your orgasm.

your walls clench around his cock harshly, making him groan himself, his orgasm building up by an instant. “oh shit, doll. that’s so hot…” he groaned out, thrusting in and out until his tip kissed your cervix.

his eyes traveled from your wrecked state, his jacket still on, to your stomach, where it showed a tiny bulge, one of which was his cock rocking back and forth. “god, you’re so small, i can see my cock.”

without a warning, his hand released your neck and travelled down to the sensitive nub of yours, rapidly rubbing it, “cum with me, yeah? you can do this for me, cant you, doll?” he whispered into your ear with brutal thrusts.

all you could do was shiver, arch and reply with a moan, making him laugh as his thumb rolled ‘8’s onto your clit. “atta girl, m gonna cum soon.” he grunted, thrusts slowly turning sloppy and harsher.

until he buried himself into you, shooting his cum deep inside of you, you could feel it enter you slowly, making yourself cum for the 3rd time, clenching around him harshly, evoking a cry from the two of you.

you blinked, once, twice, until your mind went blank and everything disappeared, blacking out while he was still in you.

—

you woke up in an unfamiliar room, body aching and head hurting. your eyes were adjusting to the light as you looked around, noticing your clothes that were once on your body, now in the laundry basket, along with someone else's, a thin, large, black shirt covering your body.

the room was covered with band posters and chromehearts. as you shuffled, you felt a large pair of hands around your waist, looking down to see a blonde-haired man.

everything rushed back to you. how you were hungover heeseung, how you walked home with riki, how you fucked him. the sound of shuffling pulled you out of your thoughts with a soft morning groan.

“mornin’ doll…” he mumbled into your side, his voice an octave deeper than yesterday, god he was so hot.

you felt a sharp thrust in your body, letting out a loud moan, realising he was still inside of you. “what, cat got your tongue, baby?” he let out a deep chuckle, and you swore you could cum on the spot if he told you too.

“i told you, forget everything, yeah?” he muttered, landing purple bites against the nook of your neck. “i was only getting started, doll, y’know that?”

you let out a soft moan at his words, clenching lightly, only for him to pull out. “i’ve got a lecture, darling. text ya later, yeah?” he hummed with a smile, his blonde hair wild as ever but the dark circles under his eyes making your cheeks flush.

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