IN WHICH : After breaking the most important rule by letting Riki fuck you without Sunghoon present, your brother's best friends - and your current roommates - decide to establish new rules for you. Only then they fuck you senseless until you're completely dumb and ruined for anyone else
⚠︎ WARNINGS : explicit content - smut (mdni) including: threesome, possessiveness, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, spanking, use of vibrator, fingering, oral (giving), face fucking, nipple play, handjob, squirting, unprotected sex, creampies, cumplay, cum eating, risky sex during phone call, sex next to sleeping person, multiple orgasms, aftercare, hickeys.
A few days have passed since Riki fucked you on the couch and Sunghoon claimed you in his room because of the rule you broke. The memory still haunts you constantly.
You step out of the bathroom with damp hair, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt that belongs to one of them—you can’t even tell whose it is anymore. You’d be wearing panties too, if the rule “no panties on weekends” didn’t exist.
You walk through the living room on your way to your bedroom, but they’re already there on the couch, waiting for you.
"There’s our little rule-breaker. Come here, baby." Riki crooks his finger, beckoning you.
Reluctantly, you approach. "What is this about? I know I messed up that day, but—"
Sunghoon cuts you off before you can finish your excuses. 'You broke the main rule like a desperate little whore, so now we’re setting new rules."
"What? That doesn’t make any—" You try to protest again, but Riki interrupts you this time, already dictating the first new rule.
"No touching your own pussy when we’re not around. You can get horny, you can ache, but you wait for us like the good girl you’re trying to be."
"When we want you, you stop whatever you’re doing and make yourself available immediately. No hiding, no excuses," Sunghoon adds.
Riki’s smile turns cruel as he continues. "Every day when you get home, you put on the toy we choose—vibrator, plug, whatever—and keep it in until one of us removes it."
You stare at them in complete shock, even though a dark thrill runs through you. "These are too much. I can’t wear toys all the time… this feels humiliating."
Sunghoon laughs and grabs your wrist, pulling you closer. "You don’t get to negotiate, baby. You broke the trust, so now your body belongs to us. Say you understand and accept the rules."
You whisper softly, knowing you have no choice. "I understand and accept the rules."
"Such a good girl for us," Riki praises. "Now sit on the coffee table, legs spread wide."
You obey, sitting on the edge with your legs parted. Sunghoon helps spread your thighs wider, holding them open while Riki pushes the black remote-controlled vibrator deep inside your pussy, making you whimper. "Oh fuck…"
Chuckling, Sunghoon turns it on to the lowest setting. "Perfect. Now we need to make dinner, remember?"
The kitchen becomes pure, delicious torture.
The toy vibrates steadily inside you as you try to chop vegetables. Riki presses his torso against your back, sliding his hand under your shirt to grope your breast. "How’s that toy treating my baby? Does it feel good?"
You whimper, the knife trembling in your hands. "I’m getting so wet, Riki. I can feel it dripping down my thighs."
Sunghoon approaches from the other side with a wickedly wide smile.
Without warning, he pushes two fingers into your pussy alongside the vibrator. "This sloppy little hole is sucking my fingers in like a desperate whore. You’re dripping all over the kitchen floor just from a toy. How pathetic."
"Hoon… please, it’s too much," you moan, rolling your hips toward his fingers. "I need a real cock, please."
But they don’t listen. They keep you on the edge the entire time, raising and lowering the vibrations while forcing you to describe every sensation so they can laugh at how desperate you sound.
By the time dinner is served, you’re shaking, soaked, and your legs can barely hold you. At the table, they make you sit completely naked between them. The vibrator stays on while they feed you and continue teasing your clit and nipples.
Sunghoon pinches your swollen clit. "Maybe you still don’t deserve our cocks tonight."
You’re practically crying at this point, eyes blurry with frustrated tears. "Please, I need your cocks so bad. I’ll do anything. Just fuck me."
Riki chuckles, clearly loving how broken you look. "She’s so fucking cute when she begs like a needy little slut."
After dinner, they carry you to your bedroom. Sunghoon sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you face-down over his lap, ass up. Riki sits beside him, his hard cock already out, stroking himself slowly.
Sunghoon rubs one of your ass cheeks. "You thought your lesson was over? Sluts like you need to be spanked hard to learn."
He brings his hand down hard on your right cheek. The sharp smack makes you jerk and cry out from the burning sting.
He rubs the red spot gently for a moment, then smacks the left cheek even harder. SMACK!
He continues without mercy, alternating between cheeks with increasingly powerful slaps until your ass is glowing red and throbbing.
He pauses to squeeze the sore flesh, spreading your cheeks and exposing your dripping pussy with the toy still buried inside. "Count them, slut."
"One, two, three…" You moan loudly as the consecutive smacks rain down, setting your entire ass on fire.
Riki, still stroking his cock, watches intently. "Open up, baby." His voice is surprisingly soft as he guides your head toward his length.
You take him into your mouth while Sunghoon keeps spanking you. You suck sloppily, bobbing your head up and down his thick shaft, swirling your tongue around the head every time you pull back. "Suck harder, baby. Yeah… just like that."
Sunghoon’s hand never stops. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The rhythm matches the pace of your mouth on Riki’s cock.
Sunghoon only stops when Riki fills your mouth with thick, hot cum. It spills down your chin as you try to swallow everything.
Grabbing your hair, Sunghoon pulls your head back. "Good girl. Now it’s my turn. Suck me properly. If you scrape me with your teeth, you already know what happens, right?"
You nod quickly and get on your knees, taking his hard cock into your mouth. You start slow, licking from base to tip, pressing your tongue against the thick head, then suck harder, hollowing your cheeks as you bob.
He grips your hair tighter and starts fucking your mouth at his own rhythm. "That’s it. Choke on my cock."
Riki moves behind you and yanks the vibrator out with a wet sound. Three fingers replace it, pumping deep and curling against your g spot. Soon he pulls his fingers out and thrusts his cock into you in one smooth stroke.
You moan loudly around Sunghoon’s cock, which only makes Riki fuck you harder. He’s not gentle. His deep, punishing thrusts make you see stars. "Fuck, your pussy is creaming so much around me, baby."
Sunghoon fucks your throat until he cums, flooding your mouth with hot spurts. You swallow as much as you can.
He pulls out with a wet pop, finally letting you moan freely as Riki’s cock keeps slamming against your cervix. "Oh my fucking God—"
Riki reaches around and rubs your clit in fast circles, matching the brutal pace of his hips. "Cum with me, yeah? I know you’re close."
The coil in your belly tightens unbearably. The pleasure is overwhelming. You cum hard, your walls clenching violently around him as your whole body shakes.
Riki follows right after, groaning as he fills your pussy with thick ropes of cum. "You did so good for us, my baby."
They don’t give you time to recover. As soon as Riki pulls out, Sunghoon flips you onto your back and throws your legs over his shoulders.
He rubs his thick cock over your cum-slick folds, teasing your clit one last time before burying himself deep. "Fuck, Riki’s load is still so warm inside you."
Riki kneels beside your head, twisting and pinching your sensitive nipples. "Use your hands, baby." You obediently wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke him. "That’s it. Squeeze tighter."
Sunghoon fucks you harder, his cock hitting your g spot with every thrust, driving you into the mattress. The pressure builds differently this time—stronger, deeper.
"Wait, I feel weird… it’s too much, I’m gonna—" you cry out.
Riki laughs and pinches your nipple harder. "Don’t you dare hold back. Squirt for us like the messy little whore you are."
Sunghoon’s relentless thrusts, the way his pelvis grinds against your clit, and Riki’s cruel fingers on your nipples push you over the edge. You explode, gushing clear liquid all over Sunghoon’s cock, stomach, and the sheets. Your body convulses as wave after wave of squirt drenches everything.
"Fuck yes," Sunghoon groans, fucking you through the mess. "That’s so hot, baby."
Riki watches proudly, thrusting into your fist until he cums hard, painting your tits with his load. Sunghoon follows soon after, burying himself deep and filling you again.
But they’re still not done.
Riki lies on the bed and pulls your trembling body on top of him. "Ride me, baby."
You sink down onto his thick cock, moaning at the stretch. You start bouncing, lifting until only the tip remains inside before slamming back down. Riki grips your hips and starts thrusting up to meet you, your tits bouncing with every movement.
Suddenly, your phone rings on the nightstand. It’s your brother, Jake.
Sunghoon grabs it with a cruel smile, flashing his sharp canines. "Answer it. And don’t you dare stop riding Riki’s cock."
You pick up, trying to keep your voice steady while still bouncing. "H-hey Jake…"
Riki deliberately fucks you harder, making it difficult to stay quiet. Sunghoon strokes his own cock, clearly entertained.
Jake talks about a family dinner next weekend. You keep riding, your pussy clenching every time Riki hits deep. "Y-yeah… that sounds good. I’ll be there for sure."
Both boys laugh at your wrecked state as you struggle to sound normal. The moment the call ends, Sunghoon cums across your face and into your open mouth.
Riki grabs your hips tightly and fucks up into you until you cum again, your walls squeezing him. He fills you with another hot load right after.
You collapse onto Riki’s chest, completely destroyed, covered in cum with your pussy overflowing.
Sunghoon leans down and kisses your forehead surprisingly gently. "You did so fucking good for us… such a perfect little slut." Riki carefully lifts you off his cock. A thick string of cum drips down your thighs.
"Look at the mess we made," Sunghoon says, scooping some of the leaking cum and bringing it to your lips. "Open, love."
You part your lips and suck his fingers clean, moaning at the salty taste. "Such a good girl."
He uses his other hand to push the leaking cum back inside you. "We’re gonna keep you full tonight. You deserve it."
Riki licks your breasts clean before pulling you into a deep kiss, making you taste them on your tongue.
"Come on, let’s get you cleaned up properly," Sunghoon says softly.
They carry you to the bathroom. Under the warm water, they wash you gently, whispering praises the whole time. "You were so beautiful riding me while talking to your brother." "I loved how you squirted all over me." "You make us so proud, baby."
They take you back to bed, laying you in the middle between them. Sunghoon spoons you from behind, resting a possessive hand on your stomach. Riki faces you, stroking your cheek and peppering your face with soft kisses.
"You should rest," Sunghoon whispers against your neck.
You fall asleep quickly, feeling warm and protected between them.
A few hours later, in the middle of the night, you wake up.
You shift carefully, trying not to wake them, but Riki is already awake. He smiles sleepily, running his fingers through your hair. "Can’t sleep, baby?"
You nod. "Everything hurts… my whole body."
"Poor baby. Come here."
You lean in and kiss him lazily. His hand starts wandering, caressing your breasts and sensitive nipples, drawing soft sighs from you. Your own hand travels down until you find his half-hard cock. You wrap your fingers around it and stroke slowly, feeling him harden.
The kiss breaks so he can whisper in your ear. "Let me help ease the pain, okay? I’ll be gentle."
When you nod, he lifts your leg and slides his cock between your thighs, rubbing the head against your folds before pushing in slowly, careful not to wake Sunghoon.
You bite your lip hard, trying to stay quiet. "Please… we have to be silent."
He buries his face in your neck, kissing you there as he starts moving. His thrusts are slow and lazy, barely making the bed move. He reaches down to circle your clit gently. "Shhh… just relax, baby." His mouth finds yours, muffling your whimpers.
You move with him in the same slow rhythm. The sex is gentle and intimate. You cum first, your walls fluttering around him. He follows soon after, staying inside you as he kisses your face until you both catch your breath.
You wake up slowly, wincing as you try to move. Your entire body is sore.
Riki is already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching you with a proud smile. Sunghoon stirs beside you, pulling you closer against his chest before sitting up.
You smile sleepily and whisper, "Good morning…"
Riki grins, full of mischief. "Good morning… Sleep well after our last round?"
Your eyes widen. Before you can react, he turns to Sunghoon. "Hey Sunghoon, you missed something. Our girl woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t keep that greedy little cunt to herself."
Sunghoon raises a thick eyebrow as a cruel smile spreads across his lips.
"She was so cute, whispering about how sore she was… so I fucked her slowly right here while you were sleeping like a rock," Riki adds.
Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Riki! You weren’t supposed to tell him."
Sunghoon grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Oh? So you were planning to keep it a secret from me? And here I thought you’d learned your lesson."
You whimper, pouting because you already know what’s coming. "It was the middle of the night… I didn’t mean to—"
"On your knees." Sunghoon’s command leaves no room for argument.
ᦸ 𝖿𝗐𝖻!𝗇𝗂-𝗄𝗂 🧁 𝗆𝖾an!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 1.4k ⠀˃̵ᴗ˂̵⠀dom/sub power play NSFW degradation praise kink orgasm control idol au ㅤinspiried by big ole freak reblogs&kisses
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The humid summer air clung to Seoul’s neon-lit streets as laughter and sizzling meat smoke drifted up from the rooftop patio. Strings of bulb lights crisscrossed overhead, casting a golden glow over the sprawl of friends lounging on mismatched patio furniture. Empty soju bottles cluttered the wooden picnic tables, their glass surfaces slick with condensation under the oppressive August heat. Somewhere near the grill, Jungwon dramatically flipped a piece of samgyeopsal while Heeseung heckled his technique, their voices rising above the constant hum of cicadas.
"I'm telling you," Jay said around a mouthful of kimchi, pointing his chopsticks at no one in particular, "if they don't reopen the Hongdae club with the good chicken skewers by Chuseok, I'm staging a protest."
Winter nearly choked on her soju. "You wouldn't last a day in jail."
"I have connections!"
"Your cousin being a traffic cop doesn't count as connections," Giselle deadpanned, popping a piece of grilled garlic into her mouth.
The metal door clanged open just as the argument devolved, all heads turning as you sauntered in—two hours late, naturally—with your newest designer bag dangling from one shoulder and sunglasses still perched on your head despite the fading light.
"Traffic," you announced breezily, though everyone knew damn well you lived three blocks away.
Winter snorted into her cocktail, her sharp eyes tracking your entrance with amusement. Jay whistled low under his breath at your outfit—shorts so short they might as well be underwear, heels high enough to make your calves flex with every step. You smirked, accepting the drink Karina handed you without breaking stride, deliberately bypassing the only open seat—the one right next to Ni-ki.
He didn’t look up from his phone.
Not when you leaned over Jungwon's shoulder to steal a bite straight from his chopsticks, not when you laughed a little too loud at something dumb Jay said, your hand lingering on his bicep just to watch Ni-ki's fingers tighten around his beer bottle.
"You should've seen the guy who tried to buy me drinks tonight," you sighed, swirling your glass. "Third-rate actor. Kept going on about his 'craft.'"
Ni-ki scoffed without looking up. "Bet he cried when you turned him down."
The group went suspiciously quiet.
You took a slow sip, eyes locked on him over the rim. "Who said I turned him down?"
Three hours and several drunken karaoke sessions later, the party had devolved into chaos.
Somewhere along the line, someone had produced a bottle of expensive tequila—courtesy of that finance bro Ningning was sort-of-seeing—and things got messy fast. Winter was attempting (and failing) to do a handstand against the patio railing while Sunoo filmed, cackling. Heeseung and Jay were deep in debate over whether pineapple belonged on pizza (it didn't), their voices rising with each round of soju. You were at your wits ends.
im ready to go
Ni-ki’s phone lit up facedown on the picnic table. He didn’t reach for it. Just stood abruptly, stretching his arms over his head in a way that made his shirt ride up, exposing that stupid V-line that haunted your dreams. "I’m out," he announced to no one in particular, already grabbing his jacket.
You waited exactly four minutes—long enough for Winter to start suspiciously glancing between the door and your suspiciously smug expression—before sighing dramatically. "Ugh, I have an early shoot tomorrow."
"Since when do you wake up before noon?" Jungwon asked through a mouthful of pork belly.
You flipped him off, already slinging your bag over your shoulder.
The alley behind the building reeked of garbage and spilled liquor, the sticky asphalt muffling your heels as you rounded the corner—just in time to see Ni-ki crush his cigarette underfoot, his head snapping up at the sound of your approach.
"Traffic, huh?" he mocked, crowding you back against the brick wall before you could answer.
You hooked a finger in his belt loop, tugging him flush against you. "Miss me?"
His teeth grazed your earlobe. "Shut up."
The Uber arrived exactly seven minutes later—just enough time for your lipstick to smear beyond repair and his shirt buttons to come mysteriously undone.
The Uber’s backseat was cramped, but you made sure Ni-ki stayed exactly where you put him, sprawled across your lap, your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him whimper.
The driver coughed pointedly.
You ignored him, tilting Ni-ki’s head back to expose his throat. "Tell me what you want," you murmured, nails scraping along his jaw.
Ni-ki’s hips jerked. "Fuck—"
You tightened your grip. "Words."
His breath came out in a shudder. "You. Please."
You rewarded him with a slow, filthy kiss, swallowing his moan as your free hand slipped under his waistband.
The driver adjusted the rearview mirror again.
Ni-ki whined, hips bucking into your touch.
"Be good," you warned, pinching his inner thigh hard enough to make him gasp. "Or I stop."
Your apartment door barely clicked shut before you had Ni-ki on his knees, his forehead pressed to the floor as you toed off your shoes.
"Look at me."
His head snapped up immediately, dark eyes wide and glassy with want. A thin sheen of sweat already glistened at his temples, his lips parted around shallow breaths. You reached down to cup his chin, your thumb dragging roughly over his swollen lower lip, feeling the heat of his skin against yours.
"You've been very impatient tonight," you murmured, watching the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard.
"Sorry," he whispered, the word catching in his throat when you tightened your grip on his jaw.
"Don't be." You released him with a small shove, stepping back to lean against the wall as you crossed your arms. "Take off your clothes. Slowly."
His fingers shook as they went to the first button of his shirt, the fabric slipping through his grasp twice before he managed to pop it open. You watched with hooded eyes as inch after inch of golden skin was revealed - the sharp cut of his collarbones, the smooth planes of his chest, the tantalising V of muscle leading downward. His shirt pooled on the floor behind him as he moved to his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle unnaturally loud in the quiet room.
When he finally stood bare before you, you let your gaze roam over every trembling inch of him, lingering on the way his cock twitched under your scrutiny, already hard and leaking against his stomach.
"On your back," you ordered, nodding toward the couch. "Hands above your head."
He moved like a man possessed, scrambling onto the cushions and stretching his arms up obediently. The position arched his back beautifully, putting every taut muscle on display. You prowled forward, letting your nails trail feather-light over his ribs, down the quivering muscles of his abdomen, along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs - everywhere but where he needed you most.
"Please," he finally gasped, his voice wrecked beyond recognition. His hips lifted off the couch in a silent plea, his cock flushed an angry red with neglect.
You raised an eyebrow, pausing. "Please, what?"
Ni-ki's entire body shuddered. "Touch me," he begged, his voice breaking on the words.
Instead of complying, you wrapped your hand around his throat, feeling his pulse hammer against your palm. "Not yet," you purred, watching his eyes roll back at the pressure. Only then did you finally wrap your fingers around his aching length, stroking once, twice - just enough to tease, not enough to relieve.
"Fuck!" he gasped, his back arching off the couch as his fingers twisted desperately in the cushions.
You leaned down until your lips brushed the shell of his ear, your hand moving in tight, relentless strokes. "Come when I tell you to."
Ni-ki nodded frantically, his thighs trembling with the effort of holding back. You increased your pace, your grip tightening just shy of painful, your thumb swiping roughly over the leaking head with every upstroke. His breath came in ragged pants, his muscles coiled tight as a bowstring beneath you.
"Now."
The command shattered him. Ni-ki came with a broken cry, his entire body convulsing as stripes of white painted his stomach and chest. You milked him through it, not stopping until he was whimpering from oversensitivity, his spent cock twitching weakly in your grasp.
You pulled back, wiping your hand clean on his heaving stomach, watching the way his abs contracted at the touch. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his lips kiss-swollen and parted as he struggled to catch his breath. You patted his damp cheek lightly, smiling at the way his eyes struggled to focus on you.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ She's not only good on stage, she's also good off stage… Where the female member of Enhypen helps her members with stress in the best way she knows how. ﹙ ♡︎ ﹚˖
Pairings: idol! enha ot7 x fem 8th member! reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, explicit!content, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you idiot), masturbation (m and f), oral (m and f recieiving), face fucking, fingering, finger sucking, cock riding, cowgirl, missionary, doggy position, shower sex, mirror sex, semi public sex, spanking, praise and pets names, crying during sex,non-consensual voyeurism, aftercare, idk what more.
wc: 3,9k
note: English isn't my first language, so if you find any mistakes I apologize, hehe, and I also welcome any corrections or tips from you.
If by some chance you're here and you speak Spanish, let me tell you that I do too, hehe, and that the Spanish version is available here.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ HEESEUNG - 0.5k
It was early morning, and everyone was fast asleep after a long, tiring day. Or so she thought when she left her room to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. A very low noise made her stop mid-stride; she froze, thinking her mind was playing tricks on her. It happened again, and now she couldn't deny what she was hearing. A muffled moan reached her ears, coming from Heeseung's room.
The strained voice of her bandmate, along with a wet sound, made her cheeks flush. She tiptoed to Heeseung's door, standing right in front of it; from there, she could hear him even more clearly.
"I know you're in there. Come in" Heeseung said, his voice thick with effort from the other side. She wanted to back away, but instead, she turned the doorknob and stepped inside. The room was almost entirely dark, save for the small lamp on the desk. She glanced toward the bed, finding the unsurprising sight of him completely naked, his hand moving over his hard, glistening cock.
"Come and help me. You're not going to leave me like this, are you? Training today left me exhausted."
She obeyed, climbing onto the bed and positioning herself in front of Heeseung, right between his legs and sitting on her own ankles. She took his cock in her hand, slowly stroking him.
"Oh God… Damn it…" Heeseung groaned at the touch of her cold hands against his hot skin. "Into your mouth, put it in your mouth."
She complied, lowering her face to take him in, sliding his cock as deep down her throat as she could manage. It was already well lubricated with his own precum.
"Ahh… Hmmg… Yes, like that… you know exactly how to do it… Ohh…" Heeseung suddenly pushed her head much further down, holding her there for a few seconds and making her gag.
She pulled herself free, breathing heavily. "Idiot, don't do that." He chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Sorry. Lie on your back. Head over the edge."
She obeyed, letting her head fall over the edge of the bed. Heeseung positioned himself right in front of her face, his cock brushing against her lips.
"Open" he ordered. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, unconsciously parting her lips and sticking out her tongue. Heeseung held her head firmly by the sides and plunged deep to the back of her throat. She slapped her thighs in protest, but he didn't stop, pacing his thrusts so fast that she began having trouble catching her breath.
"Shit, I'm going to cum… Mghm… You're going to take it all" Thrusting into her one last time, he maintained his tight grip as the orgasm coursed through him, spilling his semen into her throat.
Tears streamed down her face, and only when Heeseung finished did he finally release her.
"You animal, you almost choked me," she complained, coughing slightly. Heeseung grabbed a towel and gently wiped her face. He gave her a tender kiss on the lips and smiled. "Sorry and thank you... you're always so thoughtful with us."
She rolled her eyes, ready to head back to her room, but Heeseung caught her arm. "Sleep with me tonight."
⊹ . ˙ ܀ JAY - 0.4k
They both arrived at the dorm after rehearsals, and Jay wouldn't even let her go to the shower. Instead, he pulled her onto the sofa, kissing her frantically, as if he were completely desperate for her. Right now, she was bouncing rapidly on his cock, filling the room with her moans. "Mhg… Ja-Jay…" she whimpered, holding onto his shoulders as Jay slapped her ass.
"Shhh, you have to be less noisy, darling…" he whispered, although he was clearly delighted by the sound.
He grabbed the hem of her t-shirt to pull it off, and once he did, he unhooked her bra, freeing her aching breasts. He guided his mouth to one of her nipples while sliding one of his hands to her clitoris, caressing it in a circular motion. The sudden friction caused her to let out a small cry.
"Jay… Ahh… God." She continued riding him as he devoured her nipples. She felt her thighs tremble, warning her that her orgasm was close. Jay gripped her by the hips and laid her back against the sofa, positioning himself over her. He guided her legs over his shoulders and began thrusting into her hard and fast. "Yes, yes, baby… don't hold back. Cum on my cock, do it."
The release arrived like an overwhelming wave, making her moan loudly, her body trembling beneath his thrusts. Jay continued his work, seeking his own release. At that moment, neither of them heard the front door open, let alone the announcement of the person who had just walked in.
"Guys, I brought dinner—" Jake froze in the doorway, staring right at them.
She caught his eye and felt her soul leave her body from pure embarrassment. "Ja-Jay… stop."
"What the hell, Park Jongseong?" Jake complained, his voice loud enough to finally make Jay halt.
Jay looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. "Is there a problem, Jakey?"
"Maybe the fact that you're fucking in the living room? And on the couch! I'm never sitting there again."
"You're exaggerating. Go away. Give me five more minutes and I'll be done."
Jake huffed, slamming the bag of food onto the kitchen table before disappearing down the hall.
"Now, should I continue with the part where you moan my name and make me come?" Jay asked playfully. She nodded, her cheeks completely flushed. Jay resumed his movements, thrusting as deep as the position allowed. A few more hard strokes were enough to push him over the edge, spilling inside her as he reached his climax.
"I love you so much, beautiful."
⊹ . ˙ ܀ JAKE - 0.5k
She was taking her much-anticipated shower after her session with Jay. The steam from the hot water filled the bathroom as she listened to music, so engrossed in humming the tune that she didn't notice the shower door opening. It wasn't until large, cold hands cupped her bottom that she turned around with a start.
She sighed with relief when she realized it was Jake, who was smiling tenderly at her despite being completely naked and standing in the shower with her.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked, a little breathless.
"I got a little jealous that Jay had you before me today" Jake confessed. "So, I came for my comfort."
Jake didn't give her a chance to protest. He took her cheeks in his hands and brought his lips to hers, plunging them into a long, desperate kiss. He devoured her mouth, seeking to feel every part of it, thrusting his tongue inside and biting her lips. When he finally pulled away to let her catch her breath, he chuckled softly at the sight of her flushed cheeks.
"Damn, you turn me on so much when you look like this. I need to fuck you right now. On your knees."
She didn't even have time to react before Jake was already guiding her body to the floor, her knees hitting the wet tile and her back resting against the wall. Right in front of her face lay his long, hard cock. She stared at it and swallowed nervously. Jake laughed again, his dick giving a slight twitch as he grasped it at the base, gently tapping her cheek with it. "Open that pretty little mouth for me, beautiful."
She complied, opening her mouth and giving him permission to slide down her throat. Jake was harder to take because of his length.
"Ugh… Fuck, you're so good at this, like always… Aghh" Jake groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, suppressing the urge to completely ravage her mouth. "Mmhg… Ohh shit, yes…" He thrust in as far as he could before finally releasing her, helping her up from the floor only to pin her against the glass partition.
"I'm going in, baby… okay?"
She nodded.
"No, I need you to tell me" Jake guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, holding back as he waited for her answer.
"Do it, Jake. Fuck me"
He did, plunging inside her with a powerful thrust that made her let out a sharp squeal. Jake pounded into her roughly, pushing her hard against the glass.
"Mmhg… Aahh… Mmm… Jake!" she moaned, feeling her walls tighten around him as another orgasm began to build.
Jake brought a hand to her clitoris, pressing down and rubbing in frantic circles in perfect sync with his heavy thrusts. "You're damn beautiful, I can't be away from you for a second. I love you. I love how you squeeze my cock."
He kissed and bit her neck, his hips moving relentlessly, filling the bathroom with the sound of their moans mixed with the splash of water over their slick bodies.
"Ohh… I'm going to…" He couldn't even finish the sentence before his climax shook him completely, sending electric shocks from his feet straight to his cock as he released inside her. He continued thrusting even after the release, slowing his pace and leaving small, gentle kisses along her spine.
Finally, he pulled out and turned her around so they were face to face, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. "Now let me pamper you, okay? You must be exhausted after so much rehearsal and physical activity."
⊹ . ˙ ܀ SUNGHOON - 0.5k
They were at the photoshoot for their album Desire: Unleash. All the guys were incredibly impressed by her appearance, but especially Sunghoon, who had to ask for a moment to go to the restroom because of the raging erection he got just from seeing her in an outfit that hugged her waist and ass perfectly. Sunghoon had an addiction to that ass. While he was masturbating, frustrated at having a hard-on at such an inopportune moment, he heard a soft knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he asked, biting his lower lip to stifle a moan.
"It's me, Hoon. Are you almost done? I need to come in."
Sunghoon didn't miss the opportunity. "Come in. Just... come in."
She entered the bathroom, surprised. "But... what do you think you're doing? You could have been caught."
Sunghoon squeezed his cock with the palm of his hand while using his other to beckon her closer. "Come here. I'm like this because of you. So, you have an obligation to fix it. Suck my cock, now."
"My fault? Well, I'm so sorry you have no self-control," she huffed, kneeling in front of him anyway. "Just this once, we need to get back quickly."
"Whatever, just... help me, and I promise to please you after the session."
She sighed, taking his cock in her hands, slowly stroking him. Sunghoon groaned in response, a heavy frown twisting his features. "Fuck... Mghm... I need your mouth. I asked you to suck it."
She guided her mouth to his dick, licking the tip first, teasing him with pleasurable friction before taking him all in, sucking, licking, and leaving trails of saliva along his length. Sunghoon gently held her perfectly straightened hair back so it wouldn't get messed up while she continued to stroke his cock.
"Oughh... Mghmm... Ohh... Y-yes, that's right."
She felt he was getting too close to the edge, but he suddenly stopped her, holding her cheeks to pull her back.
"What's wrong? We don't have much time, Sunghoon"
Before she could protest further, Sunghoon grabbed her by the waist, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down along with her panties. He spun her around, pinning her against the sink and forcing her to look at their reflection in the mirror.
"I'm taking that promise back. I'll please you right now" Following his words, Sunghoon plunged his tongue into her wet pussy.
"Ahh!" she moaned, forcing herself to clap a hand over her own mouth because of how loud she had been.
"Baby... you need to be quieter, or we'll get caught" Sunghoon warned, his voice low as he went back to licking her, running his tongue over every inch and pausing at her clitoris to suck it in an exquisite torture that made her thighs tremble. Then, he slipped two fingers inside, giving small thrusts while he continued to stimulate her.
"Hoon… I-I… Mghm…"
Hearing her announcement, Sunghoon stood up, guiding his cock straight inside her. He covered her mouth with both hands to muffle her cries and began to thrust frantically, relentlessly.
"Damn, look at you… taking my cock during a photoshoot, while the others are waiting right outside… Ough… Mmgh…" Sunghoon continued slamming his hips against her ass until he finally came deep inside her.
Once finished, he stepped back, cleaned her up with some toilet paper, and helped her get dressed again. He gave her a sweet kiss on the lips before heading out the door.
"Always the best at relieving stress. Love you.”
⊹ . ˙ ܀ SUNOO - 0.5k
She was lying on her bed, staring at her phone and completely absorbed in her thoughts, when she looked up and noticed Sunoo standing in the doorway. "What's up, Ddonu? Is everything alright?" she asked, noticing he looked a little down.
Instead of answering, Sunoo simply threw himself on top of her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her chest. "I'm exhausted... that's all" he mumbled, rubbing his face against her warmth.
She smiled, gently stroking his hair. "We all are, Sun... But it'll be worth it. This album is going to be a hit"
He just made a soft sound of agreement, playfully slipping his hand under her shirt to squeeze one of her breasts.
"Sunoo... The others might see us..." she protested weakly.
"I don't care. And you didn't seem to care that time with Jay, either" Sunoo pointed out, a hint of reproach in his voice. He lifted her shirt completely, revealing her bare breasts, and immediately brought one to his mouth while continuing to massage the other. "Mghm… Sun…"
"I'm so tired… pamper me today, okay? We'll both enjoy it." Sunoo moved away from her chest to slide off her sweatpants and panties. He brought two fingers to his mouth, wetting them with saliva, before caressing her and slowly inserting them inside.
"Ohh…" She moaned at the intrusion, her cheeks flushing at the nerve-wracking thought of any other member walking down the hall and catching them.
Sunoo thrust his fingers slowly into her, making a scissor-like motion inside to strike her sweet spot, eliciting low moans from her. Feeling his fingers get completely soaked in her slick fluids, he began to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out rapidly, creating an obscene wet sound. "Ohh… Sun-sunoo…"
He stopped his movements when she suddenly clamped her legs shut in arousal. Smiling, he withdrew his fingers and quickly lowered his own pants.
"Open those pretty legs for me, my love" He gripped her hips, rubbing his length against her pussy before plunging deep inside with a loud gasp.
"Mmgh… Yes… You're squeezing me so tight. It doesn't even feel like you're having sex with all of us all the time." Sunoo moved in and out of her at a highly pleasurable rhythm, occasionally leaning down to kiss her lips or whisper soft compliments into her ear. "Aagh… You're perfect. I'll never get tired of coming to you for love."
He changed the pace, pushing her thighs against her abdomen to lift her hips higher, driving even deeper inside her.
"Oough… Sun- right there, right there…" she moaned as she felt the blunt tip of his cock hit that exact spot. Her legs trembled violently as her orgasm crashed over her. She squeezed him tight while he continued thrusting rapidly until he, too, reached his own climax. Sunoo pulled out and collapsed back onto her chest, letting his groupmate's warm, trembling hands stroke his back.
"Give me ten minutes and we can go for another round" he murmured, planting soft kisses along her collarbone.
"Another one? You guys never get tired" she laughed softly.
"Actually, I am tired" Sunoo countered playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, this time you'll be doing all the work, beautiful."
⊹ . ˙ ܀ JUNGWON - 0.5k
The concert had ended, and the euphoric screams of the fans could still be heard backstage. All the members were walking toward their dressing rooms when she felt a sudden tug on her arm, pulling her away from the group.
"Jungwon? Now? Really?" she questioned, too exhausted to even bother resisting.
"Come on, please. We deserve it. We did a great job, and I'm so horny now" Jungwon caressed her waist under her shirt, pulling her flush against him so she could feel his very obvious erection through his pants. "I've been trying to hide this for the last two songs. You look so beautiful today."
"Won… they might see or hear us here…" she tried to reason, but Jungwon drowned her out with a kiss. It was slow at first, but filled with an intense, desperate desire; he really needed her.
Still kissing her, he cornered her against the heavy shipping containers used for the sound equipment. He pulled away just enough to unbutton his pants, exposing his hard cock. "It'll be quick, I promise… and if you want, we can continue in the bedroom later."
"Okay, but hurry."
Jungwon spun her around, pressing her chest and stomach against the cold metal of the container, lifting her denim shorts to expose her ass to him. He massaged her pussy with his fingers, a smirk evident in his voice. "Just look at you, you're already wet."
He teased her for a second before taking his length and slowly sliding all the way inside her. "Mmhg… Wonnie…"
Jungwon buried himself deep, immediately covering her mouth with one hand. "I'd love to hear you scream at the top of your lungs, but unless you want everyone to see us, it'll have to be like this, my love."
Then, Jungwon began thrusting desperately. The speed and roughness with which he was pounding into her felt almost feral. She stifled her own moans by biting her tongue and her lower lip. Pressing down firmly on her hip with one hand, he drove into her again and again.
Tears of ecstasy streamed down her cheeks, her cries completely muffled beneath his palm. She whined against his hand, overwhelmed by the fierce pace, yet unable to get enough of it. Jungwon brought his palm down hard against one of her buttocks, leaving the skin flushed and reddened, but he didn't pause or slow down for a single second. Releasing her hip, he reached up to grip her hair, pulling her head back against his chest as he continued to pound her until she was thoroughly sore.
Luckily, the muffled chaos of the fans screaming and the staff moving equipment outside drowned out their tryst. Otherwise, they would have been discovered by the distinct, rhythmic slap of their bodies alone.
"Damn, I'm going to cum..." Jungwon growled. He delivered a few more frantic thrusts until he came violently inside her, keeping himself buried for at least a minute while they both caught their breath. Finally, he pulled out and released his hold on her.
"How do you still have so much energy after a full concert?" she panted, catching her breath as she pulled her shorts back up.
"I told you it would be quick" he joked, earning a playful punch to the chest. He helped her fix herself up, and together, they casually walked back to the dressing room to join the rest of the group.
⊹ . ˙ ܀ NIKI - 0.6k
They were both sitting on the floor of Riki's room playing video games after an exhausting day of concerts. They had already showered and eaten a light dinner. Riki had suggested they play racing games until they fell asleep, but boredom was quickly getting the better of him.
"Ugh, this is boring" he complained, pausing the game and dropping his controller onto the rug. He huffed, ruffling his still-damp hair with one hand. "What if we do something else?"
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Like what?"
Riki smiled mischievously and moved closer, their lips almost brushing. "Let's relieve some stress together. You know exactly what I mean."
She rolled her eyes playfully. "You guys really don't get tired... Fine."
"God! you're the best! That's why you're my favorite. Now, off to bed, doll."
She sat on the edge of the bed, and Riki pulled the t-shirt off his shoulders before gently pushing her down onto the sheets. He climbed on top of her and kissed her lips passionately, slowly at first, but with an intense, burning lust. Riki slipped his hand inside her pajama shorts, massaging her clitoris in tight circles and eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
"Mmgh, Riki…" she murmured against his mouth, but he silenced her with another kiss, his tongue deeply exploring her mouth as their saliva mingled with wet, needy sounds.
Then, Riki slid two fingers inside her, causing her thighs to instinctively clamp shut. He pulled away from her face, spreading her legs wide. "Don't be shy, baby…" he teased, stripping off her shorts and underwear before thrusting his fingers back inside her. He moved them in and out repeatedly until she let out a sharp cry, her trembling legs squeezing around his hand.
Gripping her hip, Riki flipped her over so she was face down on the mattress, leaving her bare backside resting against his thighs. Riki parted her folds with his hands and slicked her already wet entrance with a bit of spit, massaging her up and down with his fingers. When she moaned aloud, he delivered a sharp slap to her buttocks, making her jump.
"You're very noisy today, and I'm only touching you with my hands" He slapped her again, then leaned down to kiss the skin that was already turning a lovely shade of red. Riki stood up to strip off his own pants. "Get on all fours, darling" he ordered.
With slightly clumsy movements, she positioned herself, leaving her ass completely at his mercy. Riki lined himself up with her pussy and thrust in hard. A loud moan tore from her throat as her legs trembled, almost giving way beneath his weight. He roughly drove into her from behind, holding her firmly by the hips, slapping her buttocks so repeatedly that the distinct marks of his hand and fingers began to bloom on her skin.
"Aah… Riki, ahh… God!" she gasped, her voice broken by the raw intensity with which he was fucking her.
Her arms finally gave out, and she collapsed onto the mattress, burying her face in the sheets. The new angle gave him an even better reach, allowing him to penetrate deeper than before.
"Mmgh… Damn it, you always squeeze me so tight. I love it… Oohh… Shit." Riki continued his relentless pace for a few more minutes, even as her tight walls milked his length with the force of the orgasm that overtook her.
Her muffled moans filled the sheets. "Mmhg… Aah-aah… Yes… Fuck" Riki groaned, plunging in one final time, filling her completely as he reached his climax. Without withdrawing, he bent over her back, brushing the stray hairs from her face to press a tender kiss to her flushed cheek. "Thank you…"
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“sooo… how do i look?”
your boyfriend was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, wearing nothing but black sweatpants and a sleeveless white tee. his phone slipped from his hand the second he looked up. his eyes dragged slowly down your body, then back up.
“whoa… hot stuff,” he breathed, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “you’re looking way too good. c’mere,”
you walked closer until you were standing between his knees. riki leaned back slightly on his hands, tilting his head as he took you in again.
“turn for me.”
you gave him a slow swirl. the second your back was to him, you heard him curse under his breath.
“fuck. again. slower.”
you obeyed, turning even slower this time. when you faced him again, riki’s hands were already reaching out. he grabbed the side of your skirt and tugged you forward sharply, making you stumble into him with a small gasp and a giggle.
“damn,” he murmured, voice lower now. his gave went straight to your waist, nose brushing the fabric of your top before he inhaled deeply. “god… what is that perfume? you smell insane.”
you giggled, hands coming up to brush his blonde locks. “it’s very good girl, baby. you bought it for me, remember?”
riki let out a low groan, like the name itself turned him on.
yeah… you’re a very good girl. his very good girl.
he tugged you forward, bringing you down to sit on his lap with your back pressed against his chest. the moment you were settled between his legs, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“yeah… fuck, i chose too well, didn’t i?” he whispered right against your ear.
you let out a bright, giggly laugh as his nose immediately buried into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply. the warm scent of your perfume (that he bought)—sweet, flirty, a little sinful for his sanity—drove him crazy.
he dragged his nose slowly along your skin, breathing you in.
“mmmhm,” he hummed, the sound vibrating against you. his hands started roaming—one sliding up your thigh under the hem of your skirt, the other resting possessively on your tummy, fingers stroking that sliver of bare skin.
you squirmed and chuckled, that contrasting sunshine energy bubbling through you. “ki, that tickles—”
but he only smiled against your neck and pressed a slow, open–mouthed kiss right under your ear. then another. and another. above the marks he left just a few days ago. his lips trailed lower, sucking softly on your pulse point while his hand squeezed your thigh.
“you smell so fucking addictive,” he muttered between kisses. he turned his head and kissed your other cheek, then nibbled softly on your earlobe, making you squeal with laughter.
“ki!” you whined, tilting your head away instinctively out of tickledness, but he just followed, chasing your skin.
“can’t help it. my girl smells too sweet.” his hands kept moving—one slipping under your top to caress your waist, the other stroking up and down your thigh like he was feeling you up.
riki kissed along the curve of your neck, then moved up to your jaw, cheek, and back down again, leaving wet little marks everywhere. everytime you giggled and tried to wriggle away, he only tightened his arms around you and pulled you closer.
“you’re really gonna walk out smelling like this?” he mumbled between kisses, voice muffled against your skin. “gonna make other people lose their minds too?”
he sucked a little harder on one spot, trying to leave a more obvious boyfriend territory mark before you left later—if he even allowed you still. when you shivered, he smiled against your neck.
“‘m gonna be late, kiiii,” you whined playfully, body leaning slightly forward.
riki hooked one arm around your waist and pulled you right back against his chest, nose burying deeper into the crook of your neck as he inhaled again. his free hand slid up your thigh under your skirt, hiking the denim up while he pressed more kisses along the side of your throat.
“mmm… i don’t think i wanna let you go today,” he murmured, voice teasy against your ear. he gently nippled at your lobe before kissing the sensitive spot right underneath. “you look way too pretty—just stay with me?”
he hugged you tighter, lips never leaving your neck.
you let out a soft “nooo,” dragging the word in that sweet, whiny way that always, always made his heart doing somersaults.
your boyfriend laughed, the sound low vibrated against your lips. he gave up (for now) but he still kept his arms wrapped tightly around you, refusing to loosen his hold.
“fine, fine,” he chuckled, sucking the spot beneath your ear. “you can go… but, wait.”
he reached over to the bedside and grabbed his own bottle of perfume and with a playful grin, he held it up in front of you.
“let me spray you with mine real quick.”
you giggled and tilted your head up against his shoulder so he could spray a light mist along the side of your neck and collarbone—and riki, being riki, sprayed a mist between your cleavage too.
that pervert.
he leaned in instantly, nose brushing your freshly scented soft skin.
“mm… yeah, that’s better.” he hummed happily, clearly satisfied. “now you smell like me too.”
——
fap. fap. fap. fap. fap.
“shit…” he groaned, eyes rolling back. his fist started moving fast, slick and desperate from the precum already dripping down his length. he buried his nose deeper into the crotch of your panties, breathing you in while your bra rested against his cheek and mouth.
he could smell your everywhere.
“fuck, you smell so good,” he moaned into the lace, voice muffled. his tongue darted out, licking the fabric where your pussy had been just this morning. the taste made his cock throb violently in his fist.
riki stroked harder, hips bucking up into his hand, messy and frantic. the wet clicky sounds filled the room as he pressed your panties tighter against his face, inhaling over and over like he was trying to consume you.
he was completely lost in it…
these were the panties you’d worn all night long—slept in, curled up beside him. the ones that had been pressed against your pussy for hours while you were soft and warm. this was your most natural scent—sweet, intimate, you. the best fucking perfume in the world.
“so warm… fuck, you wore this all night, baby,” he groaned to himself, voice wrecked. “little pussy was rubbing against them for hours… so fucking good.”
he took another long, greedy inhale, nose buried deep in the crotch. his fist moved faster along his big, curvy cock, slick and noisy and annoying.
fap. fap. fap. fap. fap.
then, he grabbed your bra and wrapped the lace strap around his throbbing cock, right under the head, and squeezed. the feeling of your bra tightening around his length made him moan aloud.
“shit—fuck—”
he started stroking again, using the bra strap like a cock ring, the lace rubbing against his sensitive skin with every frantic pump. riki started sucking on your panties—smashed against his face, breathing you in.
he thrust up into his fist, hips stuttering, eyes rolling back as he moaned into the soaked lace.
“gonna cum so fucking hard… because of you—fuck, baby—”
his strokes turned brutal, the wet clicky sounds getting louder and messier as precum dripped all over your strap. sucking on the fabric of your panties and inhaling deep—riki cums.
thick ropes of semen shot across his abs and chest, some of it landing on the cups of your bra. his whole body jerked hard with every pulse, hips still weakly fucking his fist while he kept your panties pressed to his nose, riding out the high on nothing but your scent.
even after he finished, he stayed like that for a long minute—chest heaving, your used panties still covering half of his face, your bra strap loosely around his throbbing cock.
synopsis: You've been hooking up with both heeseung and riki separately for months, but when you let a stranger flirt with you at a party just to feel their eyes on you, they decide they're done sharing, done asking, done letting you walk away.
pairings: heeki✘f!reader
warnings: threesome, post party, smut, friends with benefits, blow jobs, unprotected sex, storage closet sex, possessive behavior, hair pulling, oral, pet names, overstimulation, fingering, light choking, swallowing. lmk if i missed any lol
a/n: i saw THIS edit and the thoughts started hitting me instantly, so obviously i had to write this lmao
You knew you were playing with fire the moment you agreed to come.
The party was loud, too many trainees and idols you didn't care to remember. You leaned against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, watching some guy try too hard to make you laugh.
His name didn't matter. Neither did his hand on your arm.
You let him talk, let him lean in, let him think he had a chance.
Because you could feel two pairs of eyes burning holes into your back from across the room.
Riki moved first.
You didn't see him coming, just felt a warm hand slide over your hip from behind, fingers pressing just hard enough to bruise later.
"Who's your friend?" His voice was low, right by your ear. The guy in front of you went pale.
You didn't flinch. Didn't lean in or pull away.
"No one" you said, taking a slow sip of your drink "Yet"
Riki's fingers dug deeper. His laugh was quiet and sharp "Cute"
The guy muttered an excuse and disappeared.
You turned your head just enough to catch Riki's expression. Dark eyes, flat smile, jealousy dripping from every sharp line of his face.
"That was rude" you said "I was having fun"
"Were you?"
Heeseung appeared on your other side like smoke.
No warning. Just sudden warmth, his chest pressing against your shoulder blade, his hand landing on the counter beside yours caging you in.
"You're bad when you're bored" he murmured.
You looked up at him, met his gaze without blinking "You love it"
He tilted his head. Didn't deny it.
Riki's hand was still on your hip. Heeseung's body was a wall at your back. The music thumped through the floor — PARTYNEXTDOOR's "Make a Mil" slow, heavy bass.
"Come with us" Heeseung said. It wasn't a question.
You raised an eyebrow "Make me"
The air went still.
Riki's grip tightened. Heeseung's jaw flexed.
Then Heeseung smiled. Slow. Dangerous.
"Don't tempt us"
They didn't ask again.
Heeseung took your hand, not gently, not rough either. Just firm. Like you were already his. Riki stayed close behind, a hand on the small of your back, steering you through the crowd.
No one stopped you. No one looked twice.
The hallway was dark. The music faded to a dull pulse behind a closed door.
You turned to face them, back against the wall, arms crossed.
"Okay, you've got me alone. Now what?"
Riki stepped into your space, one hand slamming flat against the wall beside your head. His face was inches from yours. You could smell his cologne, could see the way his chest rose and fell too fast.
"You let that guy touch you for twenty minutes" he said. "We watched every second"
You smirked "Jealous much?"
"Yes"
No hesitation. No shame.
Heeseung came up behind Riki, resting a hand on his shoulder, looking past him at you. Calm, patient, hungry.
"We don't share, baby" Heeseung said "Not really"
"And yet" you said "you've been sharing me for months"
Neither of them blinked.
"That's different" Riki said, his thumb finding your jaw, tilting your face up "That's us, baby"
You should have been scared. Intimidated. Pinned between two of them in a dark hallway with no one around.
Instead, you felt your pulse kick, and doubled down.
"So what now?" you asked. "You're gonna fight over me? Draw straws? Flip a coin?"
Riki's eyes narrowed. Heeseung laughed low under his breath.
"No, baby" Heeseung said, stepping closer. His chest brushed Riki's back, his fingers found your chin turning your face toward him. "We're not gonna fight"
"Then what?"
They looked at each other, some silent conversation you weren't invited to.
When they looked back, something had shifted. Darker. Hungrier.
"We're gonna stop pretending" Riki said, his hand sliding from your jaw to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there "You're not fucking anyone else. You're not even looking at anyone else"
You laughed, but it came out breathier than you wanted. "Bold assumption"
"It's not an assumption, pretty" Heeseung said, his thumb tracing your bottom lip "It's a decision"
"You don't get to decide for me"
"No?" Riki's fingers pressed just slightly, a warning, a tease "Then tell us no right now. Walk away"
You didn't move.
Neither did they.
The song was still playing somewhere, muffled through the walls.
Heeseung leaned in, lips brushing your ear "That's what we thought"
The nearest empty room was a storage closet.
Too small. Too dark. Perfect.
Riki shut the door. Heeseung didn't bother with the light.
You heard them moving, felt the heat of their bodies closing in. Your back hit something solid, a shelf, maybe. Didn't matter actually.
"You're shaking" Riki said. You couldn't see his face, but you could hear the smile in his voice.
"I'm not scared"
"I didn't say scared"
His hands found your waist. Heeseung's hands found your hips. They pinned you there, bodies pressed against your front and side, nowhere to go.
"You've been running this game for months" Heeseung murmured against your neck, his lips dragging down your throat. "Teasing, pulling away, letting us taste you and then leaving"
You shivered. Hated that you did.
"You think we didn't notice?" Riki's voice came from the other side, his mouth suddenly at your jaw "You think we didn't talk about it?"
Your breath caught "Talk about what?"
"About how you want us to take it" Heeseung said. "How you want us to stop asking and just take"
You opened your mouth to deny it.
Riki kissed you first.
Hard. Demanding. His tongue sliding against yours before you could breathe, his hands gripped your waist like he'd never let go.
When he pulled back, you gasped.
Heeseung didn't wait. He turned your face toward him and kissed you slower, deeper, like he had all night. His teeth scraped your bottom lip. You felt it everywhere.
"See?" Heeseung whispered against your mouth. "That's not a girl who wants to be asked"
Clothes came off in pieces.
Your top first. Heeseung unbuttoned it slow, one button at a time, watching your face the whole way. Riki's hands slid up your bare back, fingers tracing your spine.
"Turn around" Riki said.
You hesitated. Just for a second.
Heeseung's hand closed around the back of your neck, gentle but firm "You heard him"
You turned.
The shelf dug into your front. Riki pressed against your back, his chest warm, his belt buckle cool against your skin. Heeseung knelt in front of you.
You looked down at him, hair falling over his eyes, lips parting as he looked up at you like you were something to be worshipped and devoured at the same time.
"You're so fucking pretty like this" he said, his hands running up your thighs "All that sass gone quiet"
You forced yourself to smirk "Give me a second, I'll think of something"
He grinned, bit the inside of your thigh.
You cursed. Riki laughed behind you.
Heeseung took his time.
Kisses up your inner thighs, slow and wet, his fingers pressing into your hips holding you open. Riki's hands roamed your body from behind your stomach, your ribs, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples until you arched back into him.
"You feel that?" Riki murmured in your ear "You feel how hard he's trying not to rush?"
You did. You felt everything.
Heeseung's tongue finally found you. You choked on a moan, your hand flying to his hair, gripping tight.
"Fuck—"
He hummed against you. The vibration made your knees buckle. Riki held you up, arms locked around your waist.
"She's close already" Riki observed, amused "That's embarrassing"
"Shut up" you gasped.
Heeseung pulled back just enough to speak. His lips were wet "Make her beg"
You wanted to refuse. Wanted to bite back something clever.
But Riki chose that moment to bite your shoulder, and Heeseung chose that moment to slide two fingers inside you, and your brain stopped working.
"Please" you heard yourself say. Hated it. Wanted more.
"Louder, pretty" Heeseung said.
"Please—"
They didn't stop.
Heeseung's fingers curled inside you, his tongue flat against your clit. Riki's hands pinched your nipples, twisted, pulled. You were crying out now, not caring who heard, the shelves rattling every time you jerked.
When you came, it was messy. Loud. Your whole body shaking between them.
Riki held you through it. Heeseung worked you through it, not stopping until you pushed at his shoulder, overstimulated and gasping.
"Good girl" Heeseung said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
You slumped back against Riki, chest heaving "I hate you both"
"No you don't" Riki said, his hands sliding down your stomach, between your legs. You were still sensitive, flinched when his fingers brushed you "You love it. You love us"
You didn't say yes.
You didn't say no either.
The rest happened fast.
Heeseung stood, unbuckled his belt. Riki turned you around, lifted you onto the shelf. You wrapped your legs around his waist before he even asked.
"Impatient" Riki teased.
"Shut up and fuck me"
He did.
Not gentle, not slow. Exactly what you'd been asking for with every smirk and every time you'd walked away.
Heeseung came up behind you, pressed against your back, his hands covering yours where you gripped the shelf, his mouth finding your ear.
"You feel how hard he is for you?" he whispered "How long he's been waiting?"
You couldn't answer. Riki was hitting something inside you that made you see stars.
Heeseung's hand slid around your throat, not squeezing. Just there. Claiming.
"Now you're going to come again" he said "And then you're going to tell us you're ours"
You tried to shake your head.
Riki snapped his hips harder. You moaned so loud it echoed.
"Yes, pretty" Heeseung said against your skin "Just like that"
You came again with Heeseung's hand on your throat and Riki's name on your lips.
They didn't stop.
Heeseung pulled you off the shelf, turned you around, bent you over it. You felt him push inside you from behind while Riki watched.
"Look at her" Riki said, palming himself, watching your face "Look how wrecked she is"
You wanted to say something cutting. Instead, you just moaned as Heeseung fucked you rough and deep.
"You're gonna take both of us" Heeseung said "Aren't you, baby"
It wasn't a question.
You nodded into the shelf.
"Words, pretty" Riki said.
"Yes, fuck— yes."
After he finished, pulling out slowly making you whimper at the loss, you thought maybe you were done.
You were wrong.
Riki grabbed your wrist and pulled you up from the shelf. Your legs were shaking, your lipstick was smeared across your chin. You'd never felt more wrecked in your entire life.
"Sit" Riki said, pushing you gently down onto your knees.
You looked up at him, then at Heeseung, who was already stepping closer, cock in his hand, still hard.
"Your turn, baby" Heeseung said "You think we're the only ones who do the work?"
You should have been annoyed. Should have snapped back.
Instead, you reached for Riki first.
Wrapped your fingers around the base of him, looked up through your lashes. Watched his composure crack.
"You wanna be in control so bad" you murmured "But look at you. You're already shaking, ki"
Riki's jaw tightened. His hand came down on the back of your head, not shoving, just resting there "Talk less"
You smiled. Then took him into your mouth.
Riki's head fell back against the shelf. A low groan escaped his throat, the kind he'd been holding in all night.
You took your time. Swirled your tongue. Dragged your lips up slow, then back down fast. Your hand worked what your mouth couldn't fit.
"Fuck" he breathed, his fingers tightening in your hair "Just like that. Yeah—"
Behind you, Heeseung moved closer. You felt his thighs against your back, his cock pressing against your shoulder.
"Don't forget about me, pretty" he said. Not a request.
You pulled off Riki with a wet pop, turned your head, took Heeseung into your mouth without breaking eye contact.
He hissed. His hand joined Riki's in your hair.
You let them guide you, back and forth. Riki's taste, then Heeseung's. Salty and warm and theirs.
"You're so good at this" Riki muttered, his hips bucking forward "Been thinking about your mouth for days—"
"Me too" Heeseung admitted, voice rougher now. "Wondering if you'd look up at us like that"
You did. Looked up at both of them, eyes wet, lips swollen, drool trailing down your chin.
You'd never felt more powerful in your life.
They didn't last long.
Riki came first, pulled your hair gently, tried to warn you, but you didn't pull away. Swallowed. Kept your eyes on his face as he shuddered.
"Jesus" he whispered, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, boneless.
You turned to Heeseung, wrapped your lips around him again, bobbed your head faster, hand pumping what you couldn't reach.
Heeseung's composure finally broke. His hips stuttered, his hand clenched in your hair.
"Look at me" he said.
You looked up.
He came on your tongue with a broken sound you'd never heard from him before. You swallowed that too.
Then sat back on your heels, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Smiled.
"Good?"
Neither of them could speak. Riki just stared at you like you'd rearranged his entire brain. Heeseung dropped to his knees in front of you and kissed you hard, tasting himself on your lips.
After, you didn't know how much later, you were sandwiched between them on the floor of the storage closet.
Your dress was ruined. Your makeup was gone. Your thighs were sore. Your jaw ached.
You'd never felt better.
Riki traced patterns on your stomach. Heeseung played with your hair.
"That guy from earlier" Riki said. "What was his name?"
"I don't know, honestly"
"Good."
You snorted. "Possessive"
He smiled. "You like it"
You didn't argue.
Because he was right. You liked all of it. Liked them.
Maybe more than you'd ever admit out loud.
You rolled your eyes. But you were smiling.
And when Heeseung pulled you closer and Riki pressed a kiss to your shoulder, you let yourself have it.
The three of you. The dark. The distant echo of music.
synopsis; college life definitely isn't cheap- especially when living on campus, so y/n ultimately decides that the quickest way to make money is to sell baked goods. she's amazing at making sweet treats, and it shows-given that she's now known as the best place to get something sweet on campus. sunghoon finally gives in after hearing about her time and time again, but he is not satisfied with his order!! clearly, there was a misunderstanding along the way..
content (warning); mentions of marijuana, cursing(?), all characters are 19-22 in this.. idk.that seems about right.. GUYS IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS PLEASE😂😂😐
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Okay so. I’m sorry this took so long to come out I genuinely didn’t know what to do so I’m sorry that this isn’t the best..summer break is officially here tho so I plan to work on this more !!
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today was the day.
u couldn’t lie, u were extremely nervous and excited, mostly excited if u were honest to urself. today u were gonna switch up ur style at 180 grades. changing the pink soft fabrics, the hair gripped with the cutest hair clips, the bows, the ribbons, the soft laced thigh highs, the mary jane’s; all for a look completely opposite from your personal vibe and style, something more seductive, more bold, more sultry, more dark, more… niki.
it wasn’t nothing new for anyone how knew u, how opposite u and niki were. not only in personalities, but also in ur styles and vibes, how complementary u appear to be to one another. that was the reason number one for today’s mission, to can grab a completely catch of being in niki’s persona, to feel him in u, to hold him with urself.
the reason number two was the highly expected reaction that u wanted to pour out of niki, because u knew, oh boy, u knew, that is wasn’t going to be casual, not at all. u knew niki, u also knew the way his eyes linger on u when u were wearing his oversized chrome hearts hoodies. how his eyes seem to glued themselves into ur body when his heavy leather jackets shield ur body, when u were out, and u were only in ur tiniest skirts and tops.
let’s say it’ll be an interesting moment to witness n experience, n u were so ready to start it. with that two reasons said before, the reason number three was how u will react in the situation, how u’ll handle niki’s reaction. were u going to change ur demeanor?, were u going to also switch up ur behavior into a more reckless one?, were u going to feel really different and acting it up? u didn’t know it, not yet, but u were going to found it. it was going to be funny, right?
u turn over in ur room, scanning it, ur eyes catching the dark mess scattered around ur bed, strongly contrasting with ur pink paradise (how u like to called). there were ur weaponry for tonight, black pleated mini skirt, a silver tube top, a black fitted leather jacket, high stilettos, arm cuffs, silver ear hoops, black sheer thigh highs, garters… lingerie. it was a lot, it was a different feeling from the one u were used to, but it felt good, it felt good being someone unknown.
u passed a large part of the day building ur outfit, curating it so it felt like a good change, but also keeping a part of u in it, so it didn't felt like a costume. from 5 to 9 u go around ur room, completing ur routine, doing ur everything-shower, ur fresh blow out hair, ur skincare n makeup, ur outfit transformation, to finish everything with the cherry on top, the lingerie. it was a black lacey set, a see trough bra paired up with a skimpy thong, which had niki’s name embroidered at the edge in the prettiest shade of pink. u see, keeping him in something so u.
u were ready, u said that to urself as u look in the mirror, convincing to keep the act and n beat ur nerves out, u were doing this, of course u would. u continue with ur mini pep talk until u hear ur phone ringing, it was niki, he was calling. u noticed that u had +4 messages on ig, every single one from him, saying that he was on the way. omg, u were mortified, there was no way back now. u and ur silly idea were going to shine to the world, silly u.
u take ur phone an, “hey, doll”. u hear niki’s deep voice trough the phone. ok now u were doomed, seriously. “doll?”. he repeated himself, looking for an answer. “u hear me?”. u sighed. “niki”. u finallly answer. “hey, pretty, u good?”. he asks again, worry tinting his tone. “yes ki, i’m good, i’m ready for u”. u say as u try to adjust ur voice. “sweet, doll, i’m outside, ready to go?” he asks, waiting for ur answer. u hear his playlist rolling at the background. “i’m, yeah, just, a second?, please” u nervously asked. he hummed and then said. “ill wait, princess, finish dolling urself”.
oh sweet ki, u don’t have any idea.
“and doll?”, “don’t bother finding a jacket, i brought ur favorite” he says amused. he knows how u always pretend to look for a jacket at the last minute, hurrying urself up, so niki always ended up giving u his. he knows u, he really do. that terrifies u even more. “for ur information i already have one, on me”. u say, unintentionally revealing one part of ur so called outfit. “oh yeah?, that’s weird u know?, u always wait till the end of the night to finally wear it.” dang it. “i’m coming” he says and hangs up.
oh no, no no no, that it not how was suppose to happen. he was supposed to wait in the car, u were going to had ur little cat walk to the car, u were going to keep eye contact while u opened the cars door till u closed it, he was going to offer u the expected reaction (speechless, frozen), and then u were going to savoured the night as ur new sexy alter ego. but he just crashed all ur plans, great!
u feel how the nerves n panic set on ur stomach again, pacing around ur room looking for a place to hide urself from him and urself, pausing a moment to look in the mirror and touch up ur pink glittery gloss n hair. u hear his heavy footsteps trough ur house, he was getting closer, n u were not already hide. u froze as niki opens the door of ur room, locking eyes trough the distance. u were really mortified. u lower ur arms to ur sides, accepting the defeat.
niki doesn’t speak, he doesn’t even move. he stays in the same spot, left hand grabbing the doorknob, looking completely surprised, all wide open eyes n mouth agape. u blink, u don't know what to say, clearly lost in ur own game. then niki moves, entering ur room in slow n short steps, unlikely at how he used to walk. he stands right at the toe of ur heels, ur chrome hearts 6 inches stiletto heels. he lowers his gaze to the bottom of u, rising his eyes stupidly slow, taking all of u till his now intense eyes reach n lock with urs. “ki…”. u murmur, because, really, u don't know what to say or do.
he doesn’t answer, he just exhales a trembling sigh trough his parted plum lips, stealing ur attention to them. “doll…” he whispers. “fuck, doll”. he says, moving his hands in s strange way, trying to reach for u but restricting him. u break the eye contact and lowered ur eyes, focusing in the way ur legs appeared to be longer now that they were wrapped in a pair of black sheer thigh highs, holding it by the delicate strings of ur garters, oh girl, u really did it!
u take a couple of deep breaths, trying to recover urself. opening ur glossed lips as u swallow hard. 1,2,3 seconds, and then u look up, locks of hair moving, framing ur face, as u look at niki right into his eyes, and then u smile. a little trace of ur usual smiles, soft, shy, almost apologizing. because, niki looks affected, god, he looks almost bewildered, with himself, with u, with the situation of both of u. u could eat him alive, and only god knows that u would do it.
u let out a soft giggle, unable to help it, and niki furrows his eyebrows, profoundly confused. u then rise on ur tiptoes, steadying urself with ur manicured hands on his broad shoulders, giving him a sweet n innocent peck on his cheek, leaving behind a trace of ur gloss. “hi, ki!” u whisper in a cheerful tone. “surprise!”. u begin to giggle again.
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okay, so I might write the rest later, but I wanted to leave it at that for now. hope u like it >-<
also, english is my second language, n i didn’t check the grammar, so it may contain errors n slips, that i’ll work on later. bye bye!
Pairing : student ni-ki x tutor reader
Genre : non-idol AU, mention of violence and fight, fluff?
Synopsis : Ni-ki has a reputation for being the one you don't want to get close to at school. Hot-tempered, violent, and cold, nobody wants to be on the receiving end of his wrath.
Seven Deadly Sins serie
Ni-ki was the boy everyone avoided in the hallways. The one about whom whispers passed between classes, with nothing ever said to his face. He was the type to not do his homework, to talk back to teachers, and if he wasn't kicked out of class for a whole day, it was an achievement!
He often fought with those who stood up to him or looked at him wrong, whether at school or outside. He had a reputation as a boy to avoid, someone you prayed wouldn't be in your line of sight. Ni-ki exploded over nothing and didn't hesitate to drag others down with him.
Y/N had the misfortune of being paired with him for a literature project. When the teacher called their names, she could feel the pitying looks from her classmates and Ni-ki's cold gaze piercing the back of her skull. But she knew boys like Ni-ki, she had two older brothers with the same temperament, so she knew how to handle this type of behavior.
At the end of class, she approached Ni-ki's desk at the back of the room, so as not to disturb the lesson. "Hi."
Ni-ki barely looked up from his notebook, where he was drawing. "Do you want to go to the library for the project?"
"Nope."
"Okay. Here's my number, I'll send you the project's progress so you can tell me if you're okay with it, and then I'll send it to the teacher." She placed a paper with her number on his desk before walking away, joined by her friends asking her what he was like.
Ni-ki looked at the paper with a raised eyebrow, surprised that she had first had the courage to approach him but also that she hadn't insisted that he participate in the project. Y/N worked on the project, sending him various updates or changes to Ni-ki, who rarely replied but saw the messages.
One lunchtime, the students were in the cafeteria for lunch. Y/N was sitting with her friends, discussing an outing they had planned for the weekend. Shouts rang out, startling some. There was Ni-ki, fighting with two other students, punching and rolling on the floor.
Some students started filming them as supervisors arrived to separate them, sending them straight to the principal's office. Y/N watched Ni-ki walk away, meeting his gaze when he looked over his shoulder.
Y/N excused herself to her friends, grabbed her bag, and stood up to leave the cafeteria. She went down to the ground floor and headed toward the principal's office, from which shouts were rising, the principal was giving the three boys a piece of his mind.
She could see them sitting facing the man's desk, who was wagging his finger at them. The principal spotted her through the window and motioned for her to come closer. Y/N opened the door and entered the room without giving the three idiots a glance.
"Miss Y/L/N, I need a witness to what happened in the cafeteria since they don't seem to agree on a version. Were you present?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Alright, so what happened?"
Y/N glanced at Ni-ki, who was already looking at her. She knew that if he was punished again, he risked expulsion. And even if she thought he was stupid, she couldn't let that happen. "Ni-ki threw the first punch," she declared, looking back at the principal.
"Ah, thank you!" one of the guys exclaimed. "We were telling the truth!"
"He threw the first punch because the other two insulted his family. So yes, maybe hitting wasn't the best solution, but if they want to fight, they should at least insult each other and not go after their families, who didn't ask for anything."
"Is this true?" The two boys looked down, giving him a silent answer. "Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. I still have to punish Ni-ki for hitting his classmates, even though they retaliated."
"Don't expel him," Y/N pleaded. "Let me tutor him every day for two hours after school. If he misses a day, he'll have to make up the hours the next day until he learns punctuality."
The principal looked at Ni-ki, who said nothing, then nodded. "Alright, thanks, Miss Y/L/N. The rest of you, get back to class, and don't let me catch you again!"
Y/N left the office, shoulder-checked by the two guys returning to class. She was about to do the same, but Ni-ki grabbed her wrist and pulled her along with him. They reached a deserted hallway corner, and he finally let her go.
"Can I know what that was about?"
"What?"
"Taking my defense like that in front of the principal! I didn't ask you for anything!"
Y/N slapped him, Ni-ki brought his hand to his cheek, his eyes wide at her gesture. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the lockers.
"Listen to me, Nishimura. Don't think this was an act of kindness or pity. But if you get expelled, then I'll fail the literature project. So I don't care about tutoring you, you're just going to bring your ass to my house, pretend to be interested in what we have to do, and then we'll go back to our peaceful lives! Okay?"
Ni-ki looked at her, much smaller than him and having to stand on her tiptoes but acting with such authority that he would have thought her more imposing. She tilted her head to the side to make sure he understood, and he nodded without a word.
Y/N released him and picked up her bag, putting it back on her shoulder. "I'll send you my address, be there at 5 p.m." She walked away to return to class, Ni-ki watched her leave with a small smile. This could be interesting.
Punctual, the young man showed up at her place on time. Y/N opened the door in her own clothes, not the horrible school uniform. Ni-ki looked around her room as she closed the door behind her.
"Well, I've almost finished the project, I just need to write the conclusion, so sit down wherever you want, and you'll read the paper."
Y/N sat at her desk chair, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. Ni-ki sat on her bed, leaning against the headboard and sliding an arm under his neck. He tapped on his phone with one hand, his eyes drifting toward the young girl from time to time. She was writing the end of their project, her chin resting on her fist as a few strands of hair fell in front of her eyes.
Why had he never noticed her before? She was beautiful and had quite a temper. But it must be said that he mostly stayed in his corner when he wasn't fighting or getting kicked out.
Ni-ki snapped out of his thoughts when Y/N closed her pen, stretching her arms above her head with a sigh. This made her t-shirt ride up on her hips, drawing Ni-ki's gaze there. She stood up, grabbed the copies, and climbed onto the bed to sit next to him. "Here. Read it and tell me what you think."
He took the paper, opened it to the first page, and let his eyes scan the text. Beside him, Y/N scrolled on her phone, answering messages from her friends asking if Ni-ki had come. "It's really good," he admitted. "I'm surprised you did all this alone."
"I just work, Nishimura. You should try it sometime." He rolled his eyes, handing her back their project as his lips stretched into a smile.
He stretched out on the bed, crossing his arms under his neck to stare at the ceiling. "Why do you fight so much?" Y/N asked after a moment of silence.
"I don't know. Why do you study so much?"
"Maybe because I care about my future and don't want to end up unemployed and living with my parents until I'm thirty? Which might happen to you…"
"Please! You sound like the teachers!"
"They're not all idiots, you know. Anyway, you shouldn't fight so much, it rarely ends well."
He looked down at her as she stood up to put the paper in her school bag. "What do you mean?"
"I have two older brothers. And they were exactly like you in high school. Always fighting, being lazy at school, and not caring about anything." Y/N turned to face him, leaning against her desk and crossing her arms over her chest. "One day, one of my brothers fought with someone stronger than him, and he died."
Ni-ki swallowed, sitting up. "Y/N, I'm sorry, I…"
"I'm not saying this to scare you or make you feel guilty, but there's always someone stronger than you in this world. And there are people who care about you, so keep bickering with others if it amuses you, but think about your future. My brother's death eventually woke up my other brother, who got his act together. So it's not too late for you either. You just need to have the will before something serious happens."
She sighed, Ni-ki remained silent. She put on her sweater and zipped it up. "Come on, I'll walk you to the door."
He stood up and followed her to the front door, which she opened. Ni-ki stepped out onto the porch, then turned to her. "We should get a good grade thanks to your work. Thanks." Y/N smiled at him and closed the door, Ni-ki headed home.
Their project was submitted and received a good grade, which satisfied Y/N. With their graded paper in hand, she was crossing the school looking for Ni-ki when she came across him fighting the same guy from the cafeteria.
"Ni-ki!" She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his torso to pull him away from the guy on the ground as he struggled.
"If you talk about her again, I'll kill you, bastard!" he shouted at the guy, who spat out some blood.
"That's right! Go listen to your bitch and get out!" Ni-ki wanted to lunge at him, but Y/N clung to him with all her strength to pull him away, far from the scene before any teachers saw them.
They went up to the roof, where the breeze lifted their hair. Ni-ki let himself fall against the wall, sitting on the ground, and Y/N crouched in front of him. She took out a tissue, wet it with water from her bottle, and grabbed Ni-ki's hand.
She cleaned his bloodied knuckles, the young man watched her in silence. He could see her hands trembling as she tended to him, and he closed his fingers around hers. "Sorry…"
"What was it this time?"
"Nothing."
"Ni-ki." He sighed, tilting his head back against the wall.
"He insulted you," he confessed. "I wasn't going to let him get away with that."
"I didn't ask you to fight for me."
"I wanted to." Y/N looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Ni-ki gently intertwined their fingers, her presence bringing him the comfort he needed. She placed her hand on his cheek, her thumb tracing his cheekbone, and he closed his eyes.
"Don't fight for me anymore, alright? I can defend myself. And I don't care what he says, he'll end up on the street while I'll be super rich." Ni-ki chuckled, opening his eyes again. He placed a kiss on her palm.
"Don't leave me. Please…" She nodded, leaning forward to place a kiss on his forehead, then sat between his legs, pressing her head against his shoulder. Ni-ki wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
you were planning on staying in tonight, you end up getting called a good girl by some guy you met at the club :/
pairing: riki x fem!reader
contains: 18+ dom!riki oral sex m!receive petnames such as daddy and good girl unprotected sex (don’t) riki talking reader through it
⌗AN: here’s is the smut I promised you guys, muhahah - help I js realised I repeated some sentences ignore that wth
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You didn’t even plan on going out tonight. But your friends insited.
And now you’re in some random tall, sexy, fake blonde, guy’s apartement. Pressed against his front door with his tongue down your throat and his hands sliding underneath your top.
It just happened. And you know what’s about to go down.
He groans deeply into you rmouth. “Fuck baby I’ve been wanting you all night.”
His hands grab your thighs and lift you off the ground, you wrap your legs around him and he carries you to his bedroom like your light as a feather. He sits you down on the bed.
“Lay back.” He says, his hands still holding your hips. You lay back and he hovers over you, holding himself up on his elbows. He’s grinding his hips into yours and the kiss becomes messier, sloppier. Teeth clashing, tongue’s swirling.
He breaks the kiss and looks at you for a moment. Your eyes are hooded, your lips kiss-swollen, your cheeks flushed. He lets out a low moan at the sight. So perfect. He brings his hands up to the hem of your shirt.
“Take this off.” he commands, leaving no room for argument. So you listen.
His right hand moves up to grip your jaw as he kisses and sucks at your neck. His left hand moves higher up your torso, fingers sliding under the wire of your bra, thumb grazing over your nipple. He can feel you responding to him, your body arching into his touch.
He pulls your bra off and throws it aside. His hands are back on you immediately, fingers digging into your flesh possessively.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He growls before he lowers his mouth to your chest, taking one nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling over it.
His hands on the waistband of your skirt.
“These come off as well.” he instructs, his hands already unbuttoning your skirt. You swat his hand away and take it off yourself, revealing the red lace panties you’re wearing.
His eyes never leave your body as you listen with his order. His hands are on your ass the second your pants are off.
“Good girl.” he growls, giving your ass a light smack.
You can’t help but smile a little when those words leave his mouth, you wrap your arms around his neck. “Ohh you’re like that… I see.”
He smirks at you, his hands roaming your now bare body, exploring every curve.
“Yeah, like it when you listen to me.” he says gruffly, his hands moving up to your tits again. “I like to be in control.” He says, mouth moving to your neck.
“Hmm, right.” You mutter as you tilt your head slightly to give him more acces to your neck.
He nips and sucks at your neck, marking your skin. He can feel your heartbeat speeding, his hands still playing with your nipples.
"You like that?" he asks, his teeth grazing your skin.
“I don’t have a problem with it.” You say as your hands move to pull up his shirt.
He lets out a low chuckle. He takes a step back so you can pull off his shirt. “Good.”
You admire him when his shirt is off. Eyes trailing over his figure. His muscles flex, his chest rising and falling with every breath. He has a beautiful body. His arms are solid with muscle, his abs defined.
“See something you like?” he says with a cocky smirk, stepping closer to you again.
You nod your head and lick your lips.
He can't help but smirk at your reaction. His hands go to your jaw, holding your face in place as his mouth crashes onto yours. The kiss is needy, rough, hungry. His tongue devours your mouth.
Your hands move down to the waistband of his pants, tugging at it.
“You want these off baby?” he asks, one hand moving to grip your jaw possessively.
“Mhm”, you nod.
“Then take 'em off.” He instructs. His eyes trail over your face, a cocky smirk spreads across his lips. You slide off the bed, feet landing on the cold floor. Your eyes are locked on his as you unbuckle his belt and take off his pants.
He likes the view of you being down there, he wants more.
“Take those off too, babygirl.” He orders. Once again, you listen. You pull down his boxers, letting his hardened dick free.
You instantly take his dick into your mouth, sucking off the tip at first. His hands grip your hair possessively. His grip on your hair gets tighter as you take him a little deeper into your mouth, his hips bucking lightly into your mouth as much as you'll let him.
“Fuck. Like that." he breathes out, his voice low and deep. His breath is heavy and uneven, catching a few times as he forces himself to stay still and not to thrust too hard into your throat.
You groan and he can feel the vibrations of your sounds through him. The hands on your hair start to take control, urging you to bob your head back and forth, taking his dick deeper in your mouth.
“Yeah just like that, baby." He growls, hips starting to thrust up in time with your movements.
You stop for a second to catch your breath. “I can’t take it.”
His hands still don’t leave your hair, holding onto you and keeping you still. He looks down at you with eyes filled with pure need.
“Shit, you don’t even know how good you look right now." he says. "You sure you can’t?" A small smirk forms on his lips.
You shake your head. He grabs your chin and nods his head towards the bed. “Alright. Lay down.”
You crawl back onto the bed and he presses his body against yours, his hands roaming over your figure. He starts kissing your neck again, just to tease, just to make you crave him some more.
“I want you… so bad Riki.” You whisper into his ear as your hands slide into his hair.
His control almost snaps. He can't take it anymore. He wants you too.
“Say that again." he grits out, his mouth moving to yours.
You smile against his lips, his breath is hot on your skin. “I need you Riki.”
“Say please.”
“Please...” You whimper.
He doesn't waste any more time. He spreads your legs and lines himself up with your entrance. He groans loudly as he pushes into you, your gasp echoing in his ears. You're so tight, so warm, and it makes him see stars. His grip on your hips tightens as he holds you in place.
“Fuck.” he curses under his breath, his forehead falling against yours.
He takes a moment to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling heavily. His fingers dig into the flesh of your butt, keeping you in place as he slowly begins to move. His eyes are locked onto yours, his breathing still ragged.
“Good?" he asks, his movements slow and controlled.
“Uh huh” You affirm.
His eyes darken at your response.
“Good." he repeats, his pace slowly picking up. His fingers dig into your flesh harder, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper with every rock of his hips.
“You feel so fucking good." he growls, his lips ghosting over yours.
He just started and he’s already making you lose your mind. “Sshitt.” You cry out.
The sound of your moan pushes him further, his rhythm picking up. He loves the way you sound, the way you feel, the way you respond to him.
“That's it, baby. Moan for me.”
So you moan a little louder.
He groans at your moan, the sound fueling his need making him go even faster, even deeper.
“You like that, hmm?" he asks, his voice a bit raspy. His lips ghost over yours again, his hot breath fanning over your face.
“Mhm.” You nod your head. “Fuck— Riki…”
“Yeah?”
“Y-yeah.”
His mouth latches onto your neck. He sucks and kisses your skin, leaving another mark. He wants to claim you, make you his. His hands move from your butt to your thighs, spreading them open wider.
“Say my name." he demands, his thrusts growing deeper and harder.
“Mmm f-fuck Riki.”
He groans at the sound of his name coming off your lips. He wants to hear it again and again, he wants you to scream it He lifts you up a little, adjusting his angle.
“Again." he grunts, his rhythm picking up.
You moan his name in a way you’e never moaned anyone’s name before. He groans again at the sound of his name on your lips, his pace quickening.
“Good girl." he growls, "Take it."
His hands move, they grab one of your legs and he throws it over his shoulder. This new angle is doing things to you. Your back arches and your fingers grip the sheets.
“F-fuck daddy—“
The second that nickname leaves your lips he lets out a near growl and tilts his head back. His hand grabbing your thigh firlmy to keep it steady on his shoulder.
“Jezus— watch that mouth, baby.“ His eyes meet yours, dark and hunrgy. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Your lips curl into a naughty smile, biting your bottom lip.
His eyes flicker down, catching the edge of that smirk of yours.
“You’re asking for it.”
He suddenly pulls out, pushes up off the bed and flips you over, face down ass up. He smacks your ass before sliding in with one deep thrust, filling the room with your moans.
“That’s right.” he groans.
“You like that? Hm? This what you wanted?”
Your cheek is pressed into the pillow and your body is overwhelmed by sensation. You can’t get any words out, only a strangled moan. “Talk to me, baby. Tell me you like it.”
“I- I like it, daddy.” You manage to let out.
He groans at your answer, hands sliding over the curve of your ass, squeezing the soft skin before giving it a soft slap. “That’s my girl.”
He’s not gonna last much longer, too far gone to be thinking about anything except you. He rolls you over until your back hits the mattress, you wrap your legs around him on instict. He leans down and captures your lips with his, hands tangling in your hair as he starts to move.
He goes deeper, hitting a place inside you that makes your eyes roll all the way back. He reaches down and starts rubbing circles on your clit with his free hand. You cry out, nails. digging into his back.
“Fuck— Riki!”
Every little control you have over your body leaves. Your orgasm makes your whole body shake, your grip on him tightens and even your lips tremble, making your breath shake.
Riki can’t help but smirk at the sight of you. “There we go.”
He fucks you through it and with a deep groan he comes too, filling you up. “Shiiit baby.”
He collapses on top of you. He holds you close as you both come down from the high, chest heaving and eyes squeezed shut. His fingers run through your hair to soothingly and his breath is short and uneven against your hair as he tries to catch his breath.
“You okay?” he mumbles, chest still rising and falling harshly. You nod.
Riki’s breathing is slow behind you, warm against your shoulder. One of his hands rests on your stomach, fingers lazy, relaxed.
Neither of you talks.
You both eventually get dressed again in a half-aware, sleepy way, uncoordinated from exhaustion and the leftover buzz of adrenaline. You end up back on the bed anyway in nothing but your bra and panties because clothes feel unnecessary right now.
You curl into him without thinking about it.
He pulls you closer just as easily.
And then you fall asleep like that.
—
Morning comes gently.
Sunlight filters through the curtains, landing on your face. You wake up slowly.
You become aware of him before you become aware of yourself, his arm still around you, his chest rising and falling behind your back, his chin resting lightly near your shoulder.
You’re still being held.
The realization makes something in your chest tighten. You lie still for a moment, staring at the wall. Then you carefully wriggle your way out of his arms.
Slowly.
Quietly.
You grab your skirt from the floor, tug it on, step into your heels and slip your jacket over your shoulders. You don’t look back at the bed.
You just leave.
The door closes softly behind you.
—
When you get home, you kick off your heels and drop your purse by the door, leaning your forehead against it for a second like you’re trying to reset yourself.
Your phone buzzes.
You already guess who it is, but you hope it isn’t.
Click here for pt.2 — You're married to one of the biggest yakuza bosses. Your life is filled with luxury, loyalty, love and always being by his side. Everything feels perfect, until one night makes you realize what his world really means.
🗯️ vaeh’s note: this took me months to finish (literally) but yakuza Riki is finally here! im obsessed with this fic but it’s way longer than intented it to be... im so tired bru
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You’re in the mall. Designer shopping bags hanging off your wrist, another in the crook of your elbow, the faint scent of luxury perfume still clinging to your skin from the testers you tried five minutes ago.
You pause in front of a mirror near one of the stores, adjusting your grip slightly, glancing at your reflection.
Heels, perfect. Hair, gorgeous. Dress, classy.
Your phone starts ringing. You look at it, Riki’s assistant.
You sigh. You let it ring, slipping your phone back into your purse like it’s nothing. Not right now.
You turn slightly, already heading toward the next store—
It rings again. You stop and stare straight ahead for a second. Then ignore it and keep walking.
Then immediately starts again.
You let out a quiet breath through your nose, shifting the bags in your arms before finally digging your phone out.
“What?” you answer, not even trying to sound polite.
“Mrs. Nishimura--” he starts, slightly out of breath, like he’s been trying to reach you for a while. “Riki needs you in his office. Now.”
You frown, slowing your steps.
“…Why?”
There’s a brief pause on the other end.
“He said no questions.”
Of course he said that. You close your eyes for a second, irritation flashing across your face.
“For fuck’s sake.”
You hang up before he can say anything else.
“Unbelievable,” you mutter under your breath.
You turn on your heel immediately.
No more shopping. No more perfume. No more wasting time.
Your heels click against the marble floor as your pace quickens, jogging through the calm atmosphere of the mall. People glance at you running out the mall with your arms full of bags, but you don’t care.
The automatic doors slide open the second you approach, cool air hitting your face as you step outside.
Your car is already waiting. Black Jeep, tinted windows. It’s huge and it looks intimidating.
You walk straight toward it, not slowing down, the driver already stepping out to open the door for you. You slide in without a word, dropping your bags onto the seat beside you.
“Office,” you say simply.
The door shuts and the car drives away immediately.
--
You didn’t meet Riki in a normal way. Nothing about him was ever normal
It was years ago. Back when you were still working as a receptionist at the most expensive hotel in the city. It had polished floors, gold details, the kind of place where people whispered instead of spoke.
You were behind the front desk. Calm. Kind. Bored, if anything.
Then the doors slammed open fast and loud. Six men rushed in, guns already pulled and loaded.Everything shifted in seconds.
Screaming filled the lobby almost instantly. Guests dropping their bags, people ducking, others freezing completely as guns were pointed straight at them.
“Everybody down!” one of them yelled. “Everybody on the fucking floor now!”
Someone cried. Another tried to run and got shoved hard to the ground.
You didn’t move. You just watched. Hands resting calmly on the counter in front of you, eyes tracking the chaos like it was a fever dream.
They moved fast. One group toward the cash registers. Another toward the second floor.
Orders being barked, staff being dragged through doors, ordered to unlock safes for them. One man was pulled forward roughly, a gun pressed against his head as he struggled.
That’s when you noticed him.
Riki.
Standing behind a man, one arm locked around his shoulders, holding him in place with a gun placed steady against his temple.
“If you don’t cooperate,” he said, voice calm. “I’ll shoot.”
You watched him.
He noticed you.
A shift in his focus like something didn’t add up. Because while everyone else was panicking, you were just sitting there, looking straight at him. Unbothered.
His grip on the man loosened slightly.
Then he shoved him forward without warning, letting him stumble away as he stepped out from behind him, for one of Riki’s guys to push him to the ground and beat him up just because he can.
Meanwhile Riki’s attention shifted fully to you.
He walked toward the counter slowly. Your eyes followed him the entire way.
He stopped in front of you and placed the gun down on the counter. Right in front of you.
Your eyes dropped to it for a second, then lifted back up to his.
“Don’t worry,” he said, a small smirk pulling at his lips. “I don’t hurt women and children.”
You held his gaze for a moment. Then slowly you turned your head slightly. Your eyes flicked to the side.
A woman sat a few feet away on the floor, clutching her head, blood seeping through her fingers as she cried.
You looked at her. Then back at him. One eyebrow raised.
Riki followed your gaze for a second. Then scoffed lightly, shaking his head.
“That wasn’t me,” he said, like it actually mattered. “One of my guys got carried away.”
You didn’t react the way he expected.
You didn’t cry, didn’t call for help, you didn’t even break eye contact.
Tilting your head slightly, you glanced at him like you were trying to figure him out, not like he was standing in front of you with a gun in the middle of a robbery.
“Are you like… the big boss or something?” you asked, voice calm, with just a hint of attitude.
Riki let out a quiet chuckle at that.
“Do I look like I am?” he shot back, raising a brow.
You shrugged lightly, leaning your weight onto one arm against the counter.
“You act like it.”
There was something in your tone. Not fear. Not even respect. Just confidence, that made his smirk widen.
He studied you for a second longer before asking, “You’re not scared or something?”
You frowned a little, like the question itself didn’t make sense.
“Why would I be scared?”
He let out a short breath, glancing around the lobby like it should’ve been obvious.
“Maybe because six armed men are robbing the place,” he said, gesturing vaguely. “People screaming, blood, guns out, ringing any bells?”
You followed his gesture lazily with your eyes, taking in the chaos for half a second before looking back at him.
Then you shrugged.
“I hate this job anyway,” you said simply. “I’ve been waiting for something to happen so I could get compensation money and get the hell out of here.”
There was a pause.
Then Riki laughed.
“I like you,” he said, shaking his head slightly like he didn’t expect that answer.
You didn’t react much to that either.
Just leaned back in your chair a little, arms crossing loosely.
He watched you for another second.
“D’you like whiskey?”
That made you smile. You leaned back a bit more, crossing one leg over the other, eyes still locked on his.
“Depends…” you said. “Is that an invitation?”
It was.
You told yourself you wouldn’t get involved.
Not with him. Not with any of it.
He was trouble from the first second you saw him, you knew that.
And yet it didn’t stay at just that one conversation.
He came back for you.
At first, it was just small things. A conversation here. A drink there.
Then he introduced you to his assistant. Then you found yourself visiting his office more often than you should’ve. Then you started recognizing the faces around him, his people, his crew.
They started recognizing you too.
It happened so slowly you didn’t even notice when the line disappeared.
The first time you really crossed it was small.
Just slipping a packet of money into someone’s hand on the street, doing Riki a “favor.”
You told yourself it didn’t mean anything.
But then there was another and another.
Then came the first time he put a gun in your hand. Standing behind you, guiding your grip, correcting your stance, his voice low in your ear as he taught you how to shoot.
After that there was no going back.
Now? You’re not just around him. You’re part of it.
You sit on his lap during meetings. While he discusses deals, threats, plans, your fingers play with his rings, your nails, anything within reach. Subtly sliding your foot up his leg underneath the table when you sit in front of him.
You distract enemies when needed. Wink at the right people. Talk when it benefits him.
Sometimes you’re the reason things work out smoothly.
Other times you’re standing right next to him while he’s beating information out of someone, arms crossed, completely unfazed, watching like it’s just another part of the day.
You don’t look away anymore.
And Riki… he’s completely gone for you. It’s obvious to everyone.
He doesn’t listen to anyone the way he listens to you.
One word from you, and he changes direction. One look, and he understands. You don’t even have to ask twice. If you tell him your feet hurt, he’s already picking you up before you finish the sentence, carrying you to the car like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
--
The car stops and the door is pulled open for you.
You step out, heels hitting the pavement as you look up at the building in front of you, tall, black, intimidating and expensive.
The glass doors open immediately.
His assistant is already there, like he’s been waiting.
“Mrs—”
You walk straight past him.
He falls into step beside you quickly, trying to keep up as you move through the lobby.
“He needs you—”
“I know, Kenji.” You cut him off smoothly, not even looking at him.
He opens his mouth again, then seems to think better of it, adjusting his pace instead.
“Let me take those, ma’am,” he offers, gesturing to the bags hanging off your arms.
You shake your head, barely sparing him a glance.
“I’ve got it.”
A small wave of your hand dismisses the offer completely.
You’re already heading for the elevator. He stops there. You step inside, pressing the button, your reflection staring back at you in the mirrored walls.
The moment the doors open again, you’re moving. Straight down the hallway.
You push the door open hard. It swings in.
You step inside, slightly out of breath from the rush, immediately dropping your bags onto the black couch near the door with a soft thud.
Riki is already standing hehind his desk with a glass of whiskey in his hand.
He sets it down a little harder than necessary.
“What took you so long?” he asks, his tone low, but edged.
You barely react, just shrug slightly, tilting your head toward the pile of bags behind you.
“I was shopping.”
He exhales through his nose, clearly not amused.
“When I say I need you,” he says, his voice tightening slightly, “you come. No delays.”
You walk toward him anyway, unbothered.
He sits back down in his chair, jaw still set.
“And don’t do that again,” he continues, already slipping into that tone he uses when he’s about to lecture you. “Walking around a place like that without anyone with you.”
You reach him, placing yourself casually on the armrest of his chair like you’ve done a hundred times before.
“I don’t want a bodyguard,” you say calmly.
Your fingers slide into his hair like it’s instinct, nails lightly dragging against his scalp as you start playing with it absentmindedly.
“You need one,” he argues, looking up at you now. “You’re involved in things you weren’t before. People talk. You don’t know who knows what.”
Your fingers keep moving. Slow and calming. You tilt your head slightly, looking down at him.
“Baby… I handled myself just fine before all of this,” you say softly. “Remember?”
He doesn’t respond immediately.
You lean down a little, your touch with more intention now.
“You walked into my hotel with a gun,” you remind him, your almost teasing. “And I didn’t even flinch.”
Your thumb brushes lightly along his temple. Your other hand is still in his hair.
“You really think I can’t handle a mall?”
He exhales again, but it’s different this time, less sharp. Your touch is working, italways does.
You lean in just a bit more, pressing a soft kiss near his temple, then another.
His shoulders relax slightly under your hands. You pull back to look at him again.
“So,” you murmur, voice smooth, like none of this was ever tense to begin with. “What did you need me here for?”
Riki watches you for a second after you ask, like he’s deciding how much to say first. e exhales and straightens slightly, his tone shifting back into business.
“We’re going out in a few hours,” he starts. “There’s a man, Kaizen Ito. Runs a garage on the south side. Big place. All money laundering.”
You hum softly, half-listening as you step away from him, crouching slightly by the couch to pull one of your shopping bags closer.
“He borrowed money a few months back,” Riki continues, eyes following you. “Large amount. Deadline was last month.”
You open the bag, pulling out a shoe box, inspecting it briefly.
“He didn’t pay,” Riki adds simply.
Of course, you think, do they ever pay?
You set the box aside and reach into another bag.
“We’re going there tonight. Me, Kenji, four of my men. We keep it clean. No unnecessary mess unless he makes it difficult.”
You nod faintly, but your attention is clearly split as you dig through your things.
Riki narrows his eyes slightly.
“I’ll handle him,” he goes on. “Kenji stays near the entrance. The others check the place, make sure there’s no surprises.”
You pull out a pair of heels, holding them up for a second like you’re debating something.
“And you—”
He pauses.
You’re not even looking at him. You’re fully focused on your bags.
Clap.
His hands make a sharp sound.
“Hey.”
You glance up.
“Come here,” he says, nodding toward himself. “And listen.”
You sigh softly but do as told, setting everything down and walking back over to him.
“Alright,” you mumble.
He watches you approach, making sure you’re actually paying attention this time before continuing.
“He’s got two daughters,” Riki says. “They’re usually in a separate room in the back of the garage.”
Your brows lift slightly.
“I don’t want them coming out,” he adds, voice firm. “Not while we’re there.”
You tilt your head a little, already understanding.
“So you’re going in there,” he continues, “keep them distracted. Talk to them, play with them, whatever you need to do. Just make sure they stay put.”
“Last thing I need is kids walking in while I’m fucking up their dad’s face.”
You nod slowly then lean in slightly, your gaze shifting to his face again, studying him.
“I can do that,” you say softly. “I’m good with children.”
He huffs out a quiet breath, one corner of his mouth lifting.
“Yeah?” he says, eyes dragging over your face. “Didn’t know that.”
You shrug lightly.
“Maybe you’ll find out one day.”
“You planning on being a good mother or something?” he echoes, stepping closer.
Your lips curve slightly.
“Maybe,” you murmur.
His hands are on you before you can say anything else. He grips your waist and lifts you effortlessly, turning you around and setting you down on the desk behind him.
You let out a small breath of surprise, hands instinctively landing on his shoulders to steady yourself.
He steps in between your legs immediately, his hands sliding up your thighs, fingers pressing into your skin.
“Careful what you say,” he mutters, leaning in, his lips brushing against your neck.
The kisses are messy and distracted. Like he’s thinking about too many things at once but still can’t help himself.
You tilt your head slightly, giving him more access without even thinking.
“Are you free right now?” you ask, voice quieter, a hint of teasing underneath.
He lets out a low chuckle against your skin.
“Not really,” he murmurs. “Got a meeting in fifteen.”
You hum, fingers sliding lightly into his hair.
“Fifteen’s enough.”
He pulls back just slightly, looking at you with a dangerous expression.
You tilt your head, a small smile playing on your lips.
“…Quickie?”
His grip on your waist gets even tighter, and his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. He lets out a low exhale, already moving a little closer.
“...Twenty seconds max.”
He whispers, and it sounds like a challenge. His words are hot against your mouth.
You chuckle softly, placing a soft kiss on his lips before speaking.
“You think we can finish in 20 seconds?”
He keeps his eyes focused on your lips. He can feel your breath on his own mouth.
“I’m fast.” He mumbles arrogantly, and his nose brushes against your cheek.
“…I’m not.” You say with a smile.
“You'll see.”
He finally closes the distance fully and kisses you deeply. He lets out a low sound when your mouth opens against his, and he slips his tongue inside, wasting no time. The kiss is messy, distracted and sloppy. Tongues are twisting, teeth are clashing, saliva is mixing.
His hand slides behind your neck to grip onto your hair as he kisses you. His other hand moves up to the hem your skirt, tugging it down slightly.
“Lift up for me”.
You place both hands beside your legs on the desk and push your hips up so he can slide your skirt down your legs. He blindly throws your skirt somewhere on the floor.
His hands go back to your inner thighs, his fingers trailing up to run over the fabric of your panties slowly.
He pulls your panties aside and starts moving his fingers over your clit for a while, before sliding two fingers inside.
He curls his fingers inside you just right. Your lips are still on his. Not much kissing, mostly just panting against his mouth.
He wants to hear you, though. He wants you to moan his name. So he picks up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you faster.
Your eyebrows furrow and you throw your head back out of pleasure.
“Ah f—” you pant.
"What was that?" He asks arrogantly, moving his lips to your neck. "C'mon let me hear you, baby."
His fingers are fast, sliding out of you to start working on your clit, then back inside again. He knows how to please you.
“Mmh fuck—” you moan.
Hearing your satisfied sounds makes him smile into your neck.
“Yeah? ‘S that good baby?”
“Y-yeah… fuck—” You moan out.
He slides two fingers back in to start pumping your insides and uses his thumb to rub your clit at the same time.
Your moans come faster and faster as you almost reach your climax.
“Shhit— Riki… i’m gonna come—”
He looks down at his own fingers creating a mess down there and he can’t help but smile.
“Yeahhh. Thaaat’s it, baby.”
Riki can’t take it anymore. He’s twitching and leaking in his pants at this point.
He lets you go and his hands work fast to undo his belt. Once he gets his pants off he quickly moves your underwear to the side again and presses the tip of his dick against your entrance and pushes into you. He groans loudly at the feeling of being inside you.
He moans into your neck, then he parts from it to get some air. He pushes his hips forward, his hands moving your thighs apart more so he can get in you more.
His hands move back to your waist and hold you up as he started to bounce you up and down on his dick.
He moans louder by your ear.
“Ahh— f-fuck.”
He shifts the angle slightly, hitting a spot inside you that makes you cry out. You place both your hands on his shoulders, keeping yourself steady. You can’t really form any words, it’s all just Riki. Riki. Riki. And some slurred curse words.
His hips stutter, he’s too deep into it to focus on holding and bouncing you on top of him right. So he puts you back on the edge the desk, spreads your legs and starts pushing his hips into yours.
He groans as he pressed his forehead onto yours.
“Shittt”
Ring.
The phone on his desk starts ringing. Nobody cares. You keep going.
Still grinding his hips into you while his lips find yours again.
The phone eventually stops.
Until it starts again.
Ring.
This time it snaps Niki out of his little pleasure bubble for a moment, he groans against your neck, stopping his movements.
“God damn it...”
You throw your head back and groan in annoyance.
Riki exhales loudly through his nose.
“Don’t move.”
He leans over and reaches for his phone, swiping to answer the call.
He clears his throat. "What do you want Kenji? I’m kind of busy right now."
He tries to catch his breath and gather himself as best as he can. His hand on your waist, squeezing it as a warning for you to keep still.
You try to listen to the little voice speaking through the phone. It sounds stressed.
“I know. Yes— I know Kenji. Give me two minutes.”
Riki says with a very annoyed tone before hanging up the phone and throwing it back on his desk.
“What is it—” you try to ask.
But before you could finish your sentence Riki was already kissing you again, clearly trying to finish what he started.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He says between kisses and pants. “Need to finish this first.”
His hands move to your ass, squeezing it as he starts thrusting up into you quicker, trying to finish faster. Then he moves his lips to your neck, biting and sucking on your skin while his hands slide up your shirt, squeezing at the soft flesh of your waist.
“Mm fuck— i‘m close, baby.” Riki moans into your neck.
He guides you down so you’re laying flat on his desk, legs in the air, wrapped around his waist. His body hovers over you as he kept thrusting. One hand braced on the desk beside your head while the other goes back to playing with your clit.
“F— fuck! Ri— Riki!”
Your second orgasm crashes over you, enough to make you moan a little too loud for the room you’re in right now. Your eyes roll back and your legs start shaking.
He feels your body shake under his as you come, the sight and sound of it pushes him over the edge. His hips start moving faster and harder on instinct, he comes inside you with a low, raspy groan.
“Ah s— shit.”
He lets his upper body fall on top of yours. You both catch your breath for a second. He breaths heavily, his face buried in your neck.
By the time you both pull yourselves together, he’s already too late.
Riki is standing near the side of his desk, fastening his belt with one hand while the other smooths down the front of his shirt. His hair is slightly messy, a few strands still out of place from your fingers being in it moments ago.
He notices in the reflection of the dark window and drags a hand through it quickly.
“Shit.”
You’re fixing yourself too, adjusting your skirt and straightening your top, checking your makeup in the black screen of your phone.
“You look fine,” you tell him casually.
“I know,” he mutters. “Still late.”
You smile a little.
He grabs his watch from the desk, sliding it back on, then reaches for his rings and slips them on one by one.
He looks like nothing happened. You, on the other hand, still feel a little warm of pleasure.
He notices you staring and walks over, tugging lightly at your sleeve.
“I have to go.”
“When are you done?” you ask.
He opens the office door halfway, already halfway into business mode again.
“Late.”
“How late?”
He glances back at you.
“Late late,” he says dryly. “We’ve got too much shit to discuss for tonight.”
You pout immediately.
“That long?”
“Yes.”
He leans in and kisses you once by the doorway, his hand sliding down to your butt to give it a nice squeeze.
“Get Kenji to drive you home.”
Your eyes roll instantly.
“I don’t wanna go home.”
He exhales through his nose, already expecting this.
“There’s nothing to do there,” you continue, following him out into the hallway. “I’ll be bored.”
“You’ll survive.”
“No.”
You grab his sleeve lightly.
“I’m coming with you.”
He keeps walking.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Riki.”
He stops walking and turns to look at you. You blink at him innocently.
“You’re acting like a toddler.”
“But am I coming?”
Then he sighs. “Yeah. Come on.”
You grin immediately and slip beside him, he can never actually say not to you.
He resumes walking, one arm sliding around your waist automatically, pulling you close as the two of you move down the long corridor together.
Your heels click sharply against the floor beside his heavier footsteps. Employees step aside the second they see you too coming. Nobody says a word.
His hand rests possessively on your hip the entire walk. You like it that way.
At the end of the hall, two guards open a set of big, dark wooden double doors. Inside is a massive conference room, with a long black table, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, and around twelve men already seated.
All expensive suits, watches worth more than houses, expressions that range from bored to dangerous. Cigar smoke hangs faintly in the air.
You recognize maybe half of the men. The others are new faces, there are always new faces. Some fix their posture slightly when Riki enters. Others don’t care to move.
But what catches his eye is the table.
Weapons laid out openly.
Loaded magazines.
Loose bullets.
Half-burned cigars in golden ashtrays.
Photos of men spread across the wood surface.
Brown envelopes stuffed thick.
Maps.
Notes.
They already started discussing.
Riki stops walking. The room changes instantly.
His expression goes cold. “What is this?” he asks.
Nobody answers immediately.
One of the younger men clears his throat. “You were late.”
Riki turns his head slowly toward him.
“I don’t care how fucking late I am,” he says, each word controlled and sharp. “You do not start without me.”
Then he glances back at you and his entire tone changes like he wasn’t just about to kill someone with a look.
“C’mon, baby,” he says casually, pulling a chair out beside the head of the table. “Sit down.”
Several men avoid reacting. A few exchange glances.
You smile to yourself and walk over, taking the seat beside him like it belongs to you.
At first the meeting is interesting. You sit back in your chair beside Riki, one leg crossed over the other, quietly watching the room work. Men speak in turns, passing folders down the table, pointing at photos, listing locations and names.
Riki barely looks at the papers. He already knows everything.
He listens with one hand resting near you, fingers occasionally tapping the armrest while someone talks too long.
For the first twenty minutes, you pay attention.
You catch some pieces.
Routes.
Payments.
Someone stealing from one of Riki’s clubs.
A man who needs to “disappear.” Another who needs to be made an example of.
Then more money.
Then guns.
Then territory.
Then money again.
An hour in it all blends together.
You stare at the expensive watch on one man’s wrist for a full minute just to stay entertained.
How these men can talk about this for hours, you’ll never understand.
You almost yawn.
Riki doesn’t miss one thing.
He’s sharp the whole time. Impatient when someone wastes his time.
Twice now he’s slammed his fist against the table hard enough to make envelopes jump.
“Then listen when I’m talking.”
The room goes dead silent immediately.
Then not even two seconds later, he glances sideways at you.
“You okay, baby?”
The shift is absurd.
“I’m fine.”
“You want a drink?”
“No.”
He nods once and turns back to the room like nothing happened.
“Continue.”
Every time things start getting heated, you calm him without speaking.
Your hand settling on his thigh under the table.
Your fingers brushing over the back of his hand.
Sometimes lifting your arm up for a moment to lightly squeeze tension from his shoulder. It always works.
Even these dangerous men have noticed by now.
They glance at you sometimes like they can’t figure out how you do it.
Right now, another argument is building.
Two men are talking over each other about tonight’s confrontation. One wants extra men posted outside. Another says it’ll attract attention and cops.
Riki leans forward slowly and his eyes shift to someone further down the table.
A younger face.
New.
You noticed him earlier because he looked different from the others, face tattoos diamond earrings, gold teeth, trying hard to look tougher than he felt.
Riki points once.
“You.”
The room quiets.
The young man straightens immediately.
“What’s your name?”
“Kaito, sir.”
Riki studies him for a second.
Then reaches across the table, grabbing one of the pistols laid out there.
He slides it across the polished surface.
It stops right in front of the young man.
“Do you know how to use it?”
Kaito looks at the gun.
Then at Riki.
His throat moves.
“Yes, sir.”
You glance at Riki.
You know that look on his face. He already knows the answer is no.
Riki gives a single nod.
“Alright.”
He taps two fingers against the table.
“Show me how to load it.”
Every eye lands on the younger man.
He reaches for the gun too quickly, trying to look confident, but the second it’s in his hands it’s obvious he has no idea what he’s doing. He turns it awkwardly, presses at the magazine release twice before finding it, then fumbles with it like he’s never touched a gun before.
The young man reaches for a handful of bullets on the table.
Wrong bullets.
Riki leans back slowly in his chair.
“So you don’t know.”
His voice is dangerously low.
The young man starts stammering. “I—I do, sir, I just—”
“Shut up.”
Riki stands abruptly, palms flat on the table.
“Who brought this little kid here?”
No one answers.
His eyes flick across the room.
“I asked a fucking question.”
Still silence.
The younger man stares at you like you might save him.
Riki laughs once, humorless.
“Why are you here if you don’t know how to use it?”
No answer.
“Why did you lie? You thought you could just lie to me?”
Nothing.
Riki steps around his chair now, voice rising with every word.
“You look like some big fucking gangster with all that shit on your face and your teeth, but you can’t even load a pistol?”
“Unbelievable.”
Riki points toward the door.
“And since nobody wants to tell me who dragged you in here, get the fuck out.”
The kid stands so fast his chair scrapes loudly against the floor.
You can see the humiliation on his face. He’s young. Scared and trying too hard.
And Riki is stressed enough tonight to tear anyone apart, he drops back down into his chair.
Before the boy can move, your hand slides to the back of Riki’s neck.
Your fingers slip into his hair, scratching lightly.
You look past him to the young man.
“Sit back down,” you say calmly. “It’s okay. You can stay.”
The room watches in stunned silence.
The boy hesitates, then nods quickly and lowers himself back into the chair.
Riki slowly turns his head toward you.
He sighs, leaning closer.
“Baby…” he barely whispers. “What—”
“It’s okay,” you say, still scratching his scalp gently. “He’s young.”
Riki bends down and leans himself into you without shame, arms wrapping around your waist while his face presses into the side of your neck.
The most feared man in the room suddenly clinging to you like he’s exhausted.
He whispers against your skin.
“I’m so tired of these people.”
You smile faintly.
“I know.”
“They’re useless.”
“I know.”
“No one listens.”
“They do. You’re just strict.”
He huffs softly against your throat.
You smooth a hand through his hair.
“You’re doing fine.”
He kisses your neck once.
Then again. Then lifts his head just enough to kiss your lips, slow and careless, like the room full of armed men doesn’t exist.
When he finally straightens, half the table is very obviously pretending to study papers.
“Mind your business, men.”
Everyone immediately looks elsewhere.
He wipes a hand over his face, then points at the younger man again.
“This might be life or death for you tonight. So you better figure out how to use it before we leave.”
He taps the table once.
“Or you’re out.”
Another tap.
“No money.”
Another.
“Back to the streets.”
The young man nods quickly.
Riki narrows his eyes.
“You understand, Kaito?”
The boy swallows hard.
“Yes, sir.”
Riki leans back again, one arm draping behind your chair.
“Good.”
Then he looks at another man down the table.
“Now continue. And try not to waste my time again.”
--
Riki’s headquarters is far bigger than most people would expect. Twelve floors of offices, vault rooms, meeting spaces and hidden doors to drug labs.
You practically live here too, which is why you have your own room.
Not officially, of course. Officially, it’s still listed as an office.
But the moment Riki married you, one of his longtime members was told to pack his things and share space with another man by the end of the day.
No discussion. Your husband wanted you to have your own place in the building, and that’s it.
Now the room looks nothing like an office. It has a massive soft cream couch. A vanity. Fresh flowers that get replaced every week. A giant desk you’ve never once worked at. A TV. Trays filled with jewelry and perfumes Riki got you.
Your own safe. Your own keycode.
Everyone calls it your office anyway.
By the time night settles over the city, the atmosphere in the building feels different.
Outside your room, nobody is as chill as you currently are.
Men loading magazines with bullets in practiced silence.
Others wrapping their knuckles with tape, testing their fists against their palms.
Some are portioning little bags of drugs and weed at a side table, counting stacks and sealing them quickly.
Others still stand over maps and papers, arguing routes and positions.
A few useless ones wander around carrying random folders or talking into dead phones whenever Riki walks by, pretending to be productive.
Outside in the underground loading area, two large black cars stand there with engines running.
Their trunks are open.
Duffel bags are being loaded in. Weapons cases. Cash.
Everyone who’s coming is nearly ready.
And Riki is standing beside the first car, checking the time already irritated.
Then he glances around. You’re not there.
His eyes narrow.
“Kenji.”
His assistant appears instantly.
“Yes?”
“Where is y/n?”
Kenji looks around once, already nervous.
“I… don’t know, boss.”
Riki slowly turns his head.
“You don’t know.”
Kenji swallows.
“I thought she was with the women upstairs, or maybe in her office—”
Riki steps closer.
“What exactly are you useful for?”
Kenji lowers his gaze.
“Sorry, boss.”
Riki scoffs, furious now because they should already be leaving.
He yanks open the rear car door, slams it shut in anger, then turns toward the building.
“Wait.”
He walks inside himself. Straight to the private elevator.
The ride to the ninth floor is silent except for his impatient tapping against the floor.
The doors open he steps out and walks down the corridor toward your “office,” muttering under his breath about how nobody in this building can do anything right.
Then he reaches your door.
The door suddenly flies open hard enough to hit the stopper.
“Y/n.”
You’re stretched out on the long white couch in your office, lying flat on your back with one arm over your stomach, staring at the ceiling and trying not to fall asleep. Regretting every decision that led to you staying.
Your black leather high-heel boots are kicked off near the side of the couch. One leg hangs lazily over the edge.
You’ve been waiting for hours.
You jolt upright.
He stands in the doorway in his black coat, not looking too happy, one hand lifting his wrist to tap the face of his watch.
You blink at him once.
“Oh.”
Then you’re up immediately, scrambling off the couch and hurrying toward him in quick little steps, trying to balance while grabbing one boot, then the other.
He watches you with visible annoyance, but there’s something amused in his eyes too.
You hop once, forcing your foot into a boot. Then the other and rush right up to him.
“I’m ready.”
You’re almost through the doorway when his arm lifts suddenly, palm bracing against the frame in front of you and blocking your path.
He gives you a look.
“You’re forgetting something.”
You turn around.
Your eyes land on the desk.
Your gun lies there neatly beside the open half-empty heart shaped box of luxury chocolates he bought you last week.
“Oh.” You say.
You hurry back, grab the pistol, check if it’s loaded, then slide it carefully into the garter strapped high against your thigh on top of your jeans.
Riki nods once. “Now you’re ready.”
You walk back to him and he lets you pass.
The two of you head for the elevator together.
Inside Riki leans against the metal bar on the back wall, dragging one hand over his face before rubbing at his forehead still irritated.
You know that look.
He hates mistakes, when anything moves outside the plan he built in his head.
You glance up at him, then tilt your head slightly with a small smile, lashes fluttering.
“Sorry.” You say softly.
He looks at you and he sighs. “It’s not your fault, baby.”
You smile wider.
“Kenji should’ve done what he’s hired for,” he continues. “Get you downstairs on time.”
You bite back a laugh. Nothing is ever your fault in his eyes.
The elevator dings.
He reaches for your hand automatically, threading his fingers through yours as you both step out and head through the lobby toward the front entrance.
The giant glass doors are already opened by the time you reach them.
Cold night air sweeps in.
Kenji is waiting outside, holding your black fur coat carefully over his arms like it’s worth more than him. Which, to him, it probably is.
He steps forward quickly.
“Your coat ma’am.”
You let him place it over your shoulders.
Riki doesn’t even look at him. You hide another smile.
Then the two of you walk toward the waiting black car.
A guard opens the back door.
Riki gets in first, then holds a hand out for you.
You take it and slide inside beside him.
The door shuts.
Inside it smells like leather, cigar smoke, and his cologne.
Riki leans forward and taps the drives shoulder twice. “Let’s go.”
The car pulls away, the second car following it, city lights sliding across the tinted windows.
Riki leans back into the seat, one arm stretched along the backrest behind you, the other resting on his thigh. His expression is still tight, mind clearly already at Kaizen Ito’s garage.
You turn slightly toward him, pulling your coat closer around you.
“Why are we with so many tonight?”
He glances at you briefly, then back ahead.
“Because Ito isn’t some random junk. He runs his own operation,” Riki continues. “Smaller than ours, but it’s one of the bigger ones.”
“So he has people?”
“He has a lot of people.”
You nod slowly.
“If we walk into his place,” he adds, “He won’t surrender. His men will show up in no time. We’re not taking risks with that.”
You hum softly.
“That’s why everyone’s coming.”
“Yeah.”
You look out the window for a second, then back at him.
“Why are you so mad at him though?”
Riki scoffs under his breath.
“He borrowed a large amount,” he says, shaking his head, getting reheated over the situation. “Real fucking money.”
“For what?”
“Expansion.”
You tilt your head.
“He wanted to grow fast. More territory, more product, more connections. Came to me asking for back up.”
“And you gave it to him?”
“I did.”
“And now?”
“He used it,” Riki says flatly. “Built himself up, got real comfortable… and then decided he didn’t feel like paying it back.”
You wince slightly.
“Oh.”
“He thinks because he’s a ‘leader’ now, he can negotiate with me.”
“I asked politely once, then had somebody threaten him. Still no money.” He scoffs. “Fuck around and find out.”
The way he says it makes it very clear how that’s going to go.
You stay quiet for a second.
“…what about his daughters?”
Riki’s jaw tightens slightly.
“What about them?”
“How old are they?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No.”
You frown a little.
“Have they seen you before?”
“No.”
“Do you know who the mother is?”
“No.”
“Do they know what their dad does?”
Riki exhales, already getting impatient. “No. I don’t care.”
You blink at him.
“And it doesn’t matter.”
You look at him for a moment longer, then shift a little closer.
“It matters to me.”
He doesn’t respond.
You reach over, lightly touching his sleeve.
“Riki.”
He glances down at your hand, then at you.
“What.”
“Promise me something.”
He already doesn’t like where this is going.
“Depends.”
“Promise me you won’t kill him.”
Silence. His eyes flick back to the road ahead.
He doesn’t answer. You feel his hesitation immediately.
Your expression changes.
“Riki.”
He exhales slowly. “Don’t start.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
You sit up straighter now, your tone sharper.
“They have kids.”
And he made his choices.”
“And you can make yours.”
He looks at you again. You don’t back down.
“Promise me.”
He studies your face for a second.
You’re not asking, you’re telling him.
You almost snap.
“Riki—”
“Alright.”
He cuts you off quickly, voice firm.
“I promise.”
You hold his gaze for another second, making sure.
“…you’re not just saying that?”
“No, I said I promise.”
Then you lean back slightly, tension easing from your shoulders.
“Okay.”
Riki looks away again, sighing.
Because promises like that don’t always fit into plans like his.
The cars roll to a slow stop in front of the garage.
It’s bigger than you expected.
Not just a place to fix cars, that’s just the cover up for the trap house that it actually is, this is a full operation. Wide metal doors, security cameras angled at every corner, dim industrial lights buzzing overhead.
Engines shut off one by one.
Doors open and veryone steps out at the same time, like it’s rehearsed.
Men reach into the trunks, grabbing weapons, sliding pistols into waistbands, adjusting jackets to hide everything cleanly. The air feels heavier out here, colder, sharper.
You step out beside Riki, pulling your coat tighter around you as your heels hit the concrete.
Kenji moves quickly behind him, handing things off, checking positions.
Then Riki walks up to the large metal door.
There’s a small panel beside it.
He presses the doorbell. The sound echoes faintly inside.
You wait.
And wait.
Too long.
Riki’s jaw tightens.
“Where the fuck is he” he mutters under his breath.
Another second passes.
Then a small high-pitched voice crackles through the speaker.
“Hello?”
A child.
You blink.
Riki exhales sharply, already irritated, of course.
You step forward slightly before he can say anything.
“Hi, honey,” you say gently, voice completely different from the tension around you. “Can you open the door for us?”
Behind you, Riki turns his head toward Kenji, already annoyed.
“Why is a kid answering the door?” he mutters. “What kind of idiot lets that happen?”
Kenji stays quiet.
“Especially when you’re involved in this kind of shit,” Riki continues under his breath. “You don’t know who’s out there.”
Through the speaker, the girl answers again.
“I can’t reach the button.”
Your expression softens.
“That’s okay,” you say kindly. “Is there an adult nearby who can help you?”
“I’ll go get one.”
You step back slightly.
Riki crosses his arms, tapping his foot once against the ground, patience already gone.
A few seconds pass.
Then the speaker clicks again.
A different voice this time. Kaizen.
“What do you want?”
Riki steps forward immediately, reclaiming the space.
“I want to have a word with you.”
A quiet scoff comes from the speaker.
“Now?”
Riki’s eyes narrow.
“Yes. Now.”
Kaizen lets out a short laugh.
“You don’t just show up at my place like that—”
Riki cuts him off.
“Open the door.”
Silence, like he’s thinking about it.
“Or what?”
The air shifts.
You feel it instantly.
Riki tilts his head slightly, voice dropping.
“Or we shoot it open.”
“But I think you’d rather not make me do that,” he continues calmly. “I know how much this place cost.”
His gaze drags slowly over the building.
“My money, remember?”
No response.
Riki glances at the panel once more. Then leans in slightly.
“I’m giving you five seconds, Kaizen.”
He straightens and steps back.
Grabs your arm gently and pulls you a few steps to the side with him.
Behind you, his men move instantly. Guns are drawn. Aimed straight at the locks, hinges and weak points.
Riki doesn’t look at them.
He just starts counting.
“One.”
Nothing.
“Two.”
Still silence.
“Three.”
You hear someone inside mumble something.
“Four.”
Then—
A loud click.
The lock opens and the massive garage door begins to roll up slowly.
Riki doesn’t react.
Just watches it open exactly like he expected.
The garage door isn’t even halfway up before they move.
Two of Riki’s men duck under it first, fast and low, guns already raised. Kenji follows right behind them, scanning left, right, corners.
Three more slide in just after, but they stop near the entrance, half-turned outward, watching the street, waiting for anything that could mean Kaizen’s men are on their way.
Kaizen Ito stands in the middle of the garage, gun already in his hands, stance tense but trying to look controlled.
“Don’t come any closer,” he warns.
Riki doesn’t rush.
He steps inside slowly, like he owns the place, because he sort of does.
You walk in right beside him, matching his pace. Heel in front of heel, steady and confident. There’s a faint smirk on your lips as you chew your gum, completely unbothered by the guns pointed around you.
Kaizen’s eyes flick to you.
Then back to Riki.
“You brought your fucking wife?”
His tone turns mocking.
“Involving her in this?”
Kaizen scoffs, tightening his grip on his gun.
“You’re dumber than I thought,” he continues. “You know I can kill her easily, right?”
That’s when Riki stops walking.
“If you even think about pointing a gun at her,” Riki says quietly, “I’ll make sure you die a slow and very, very painful death.”
You keep chewing your gum.
Riki looks around the garage like he’s bored now.
Then nods slightly toward the side.
“Can you go get that chair for me.”
You follow his gaze, spot an old metal chair near a workbench, and walk over without a word. It scrapes lightly against the concrete as you drag it back, placing it directly behind Kaizen.
Riki gestures lazily.
“Sit.”
Kaizen hesitates.
His eyes flick behind riki toward the entrance.
Still no sign of his men.
Riki notices. “You can stand,” he says. “But it’s not going to help you.”
Then Kaizen slowly lowers himself into the chair.
“Place the gun down and kick it to me.” Riki says. Kaizen does.
You step behind Kaizen immediately.
You grab his arms and pull them back, tying them tight against the backrest with ease. He tenses under your hands, but doesn’t fight.
He knows better.
Riki crouches down in front of him, lowering himself onto one knee so they’re eye level.
“Where are your daughters?”
Kaizen’s entire body stiffens.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Kaizen shakes his head quickly.
“Why do you—”
“Where are they?”
Panic starts creeping into his expression now.
“Do not hurt my daugh—”
Riki lifts a hand slightly.
“Shh.”
The sound is soft but it shuts him up instantly.
“They’re not part of this,” Riki continues, voice quiet. “Which is why I need to know where they are.”
Kaizen laughs nervously.
“You expect me to just tell you that?”
Riki tilts his head. “My wife is going to sit with them,” he says simply. “Keep them safe.”
Kaizen doesn’t believe him. He shakes his head again.
“No. No, I’m not telling you anything.”
Riki exhales slowly.
Looks down for a second.
Then back up.
“Then I guess we’ll have to find them ourselves.”
Kaizen’s breathing picks up.
“And if we do,” Riki adds calmly, “I might have to hurt one of them just to make a point.”
“Riki.” Your voice cuts through the room instantly.
He hears it.
He glances back at you.
You’re already moving, stepping around the chair until you’re standing in front of Kaizen now.
Your expression is dangerous.
You tilt your head slightly, meeting Kaizen’s eyes.
“Nobody’s going to hurt your daughters,” you say. “Just tell me where they are.”
Kaizen hesitates.
Looks between you and Riki.
He knows he’s outnumbered right now. He knows he’s losing.
“…back room,” he finally mutters. “Through that door.”
He nods toward a hallway to the left.
“Second door.”
You hold his gaze for another second.
Then nod once.
Behind you, Riki reaches out and pats Kaizen’s cheek twice.
Not hard, but not friendly either.
“Good.”
You turn without another word and start walking toward the hallway, your heels echoing softly against the concrete as you head for the room where his daughters are waiting.
You stop in front of the door and listen, muffled voices.
You knock gently. Then you open the door slowly and step inside.
The room is dim, lit by a warm orange glow from a small lamp in the corner. It’s completely different from the cold garage outside.
A small TV sits on a low table, playing Barbie Princess Charm School.
On the carpet in front of it, two little girls sit cross-legged, surrounded by My Little Pony dolls. Each of them has a small bowl beside them with candies, marshmallows. And a mug of hot chocolate resting carefully near their knees.
Everything about it is… set up.
Like someone tried their best to keep them entertained, distracted and safe.
Your chest tightens slightly at the sight.
The girls both look up with big eyes when you enter.
“Hi,” you say gently, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind you. “I’m sorry to interrupt.”
They keep staring.
You give them a small smile.
“My name is Y/N. I was just at the door. I’m just going to sit with you for a bit, okay?”
They glance at each other, then back at you.
“…okay.”
You carefully lower yourself onto the carpet with them.
You try to guess their ages, one maybe around five. The other a little older. You lean your elbows lightly on your knees, looking at their setup.
“What are you guys watching?”
“Barbie,” the younger one answers quickly.
You nod like that’s the most important thing in the world.
“Which one?”
She tells you the title perfectly.
You pretend to think about it. “I think that one’s my favorite.”
Her face lights up.
The older one eyes you more carefully, but she relaxes when you don’t ask anything strange.
You pick up one of the little pony dolls absentmindedly.
“And these?”
“My Little Ponies,” she says. “That one’s mine.”
You hand it back carefully.
“They’re cute.”
You gesture to the bowls.
“What are you eating?”
“Candy,” the younger one says again, like it’s obvious.
“And hot chocolate,” the other adds.
You nod approvingly.
“Good choice.”
You keep the conversation light. Asking about their ages. What their favorite barbie characters are. Which pony is the best.
They answer kindly, a little shy at first, then more open as the minutes pass.
You don’t give them a single reason to question why you’re here.
Then outside something crashes. Loud. The sound muffled through the walls. The older girl glances toward the door. Your eyes flick there too for half a second. Then back to them.
Another noise.
Shouting.
You clear your throat softly and reach for the remote without making it obvious. The volume on the TV goes up.
Barbie’s voice fills the room more loudly now.
“There,” you say lightly. “That’s better, right?”
The younger one nods, already turning her attention back to the screen.
The older one doesn’t fully relax.
You notice it when her attention drifts away from the TV, away from the dolls. Her eyes flick to the door, then back to you.
Observing everything. Smarter than she looks.
You keep your expression easy, reaching for one of the ponies again, but when you shift your leg slightly her gaze drops to your thigh.
To the gun strapped neatly against it.
Your stomach tightens for half a second.
You react instantly. Pulling your coat across your lap again, covering it completely.
You look back up like nothing happened.
But she saw it. You know she did.
And then—
“Why are you here?”
You meet her eyes, keeping your tone just as soft.
“Your dad and my husband have some work things to talk about.”
You tilt your head slightly, giving her a small smile.
“I’m just here to keep you company.”
Another noise echoes from outside.
The older girl flinches slightly.
“What’s that?” she asks.
You don’t even look toward the door.
“It’s probably about cars,” you say casually. “They’re in the garage, remember?”
You pick up a doll and begin to brush it’s hair.
“They’re always loud when they work on them.”
She watches you. Still not fully convinced. So you lean in just a little, your voice softer now.
“It’s boring stuff,” you add. “Nothing to worry about.”
“Everyone’s safe, okay?”
Her shoulders ease just a little.
“And I’m here with you,” you continue. “We’re just going to hang out and have fun.”
She finally nods. Just once. And turns her attention back to the TV. The tension fades slowly.
You play along with their little game, letting them hand you dolls, asking who’s who, pretending to follow their storyline. You laugh softly at the right moments, ask questions, keep it light.
They relax around you. The younger one starts talking more, giggling when you mix up the pony names on purpose.
At some point, you all settle back into watching the movie again.
Ken comes on screen. The younger one points immediately.
“He’s funny.”
You smile.
“He thinks he is.”
They both giggle.
Outside, another crash. You hear it but you don’t react.
Then the younger one turns to you again, curiosity back in her eyes.
“What’s your husband’s name?”
You look at her.
“Riki.”
She tilts her head.
“Is he funny and smart like my daddy?”
Your chest tightens slightly at that.
You keep your smile.
“He thinks he’s very funny, just like Ken,” you say lightly. “And he’s… smart in his own way.”
That seems to satisfy her.
“Do you have kids?”
You shake your head.
“No.”
She hums, thinking.
“When you have kids, they can be friends with us.”
Your fingers still for just a second.
“And our dads can be friends too, and you can be bff’s with our mom!” she adds brightly.
The innocence in her voice hits harder than anything else tonight.
For a moment, you can’t answer, because outside that door that’s the last thing that’s going to happen.
You swallow it down. Then you smile again. “I’m sure they’d like that.”
She grins, completely satisfied, already turning back to the movie.The older one glances at you once more like she knows enough.
You hold her gaze for a second. Then look back at the screen. Like nothing is wrong.
Even though you can still hear everything happening just on the other side of that door.
Back in the garage shouting overlaps with the sound of fists hitting bone, boots scraping concrete, metal tools clattering to the floor.
Bodies are everywhere. Half of them are already unconscious, some missing a few front teeth or a broken nose, groaning against the cold floor.
Two of Riki’s men have one of Kaizen’s guys pinned near a workbench, dragging him up by his collar just to slam him back down again.
“Where is it?!” one of them yells.
“I don’t— I don’t know—!” the man chokes, spitting blood.
A hard punch in his face cuts him off.
Another one follows immediately.
“You think we’re stupid?!” the other snaps, gripping his jaw to keep his head up. “We know you have the money. Where is it.”
Across the garage, another one of Kaizen’s men is struggling in a tight headlock, kicking weakly as Kenji tightens his grip.
“Stop fighting,” Kenji snaps at him. “You’re making it worse.”
Then—
A gunshot fires.
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🗒️ vaeh’s note: It wasn't my intention to make it this long. I’ve written a whole movie by this point. Forgive me. Unfortunately, I had to split it into 2/3 parts due to Tumblr's fuckass word limit. !! I didn't proofread this bc it took me so so long to write, and then I got these Tumblr problems on top of that. A girl is tiredddd man.
Ni-ki is rough and passionate during sex, like this one is easy to tell.
He would be slow and passionate during morning sex, and rough and passionate during late night sex or afternoon sex yada yada.
Ni-ki is the type to talk you through it, and GOSHHH, he grumbles, groans and grunts, like oh my gosh😭...
and its this certain position I think its called prone bone, but I think that position and doggy style is his stuffff
he's the type of guy to have sex with you anytime honestly.
you could be bending over trying to get something and he'd go behind you and dry hump you.
like I'm sorry If that sounds weird but YES he would😭
and don't get me started on how much he loves your butt (I'm not a much of a profanity girl sorry if its corny)
He loves slapping your butt, especially when your bending over, wearing shorts, baggy pants, or pajamas.
and he loves grabbing it like girly I'm sorry but the booty juicyy~, (y'all are gonna hate meee😭).
but during sex and things I think he would def be talking to you, like "who's my good girl?", or "Do you like when I f*** you like this?"
(I'm cringingg...)
AND yess that man is so dada man and daddy coded he would NOT mind if you called him daddy, like I believe that would turn him on more.
he's not the type to call you mommy (sorry kinky ladies).
I was thinking about this one a lot before writing it down but yes I honestly believe he is the type to tie you up.
and yes that man is covering your mouth and giving you something to cry about.
and is not going soft because he sees a little tears like if your still moaning out his name and still cre@ming on him he's still giving it to you hard.
if you look emotional then yes, he's stopping and making sure your okay.
Ni-ki is the type to f*** that attitude out of you, you would not want to get bratty with this mannn😭.
like yeah he would let you speak your mind, but once you start acting bratty with him he's bringing you to the room, putting in that WORK 👀and making sure you apologize and get it straight.
("I put that work on you everyday, When the night fall 'til the sun come" Everyday" by Ariana Grande featuring Future.)
I honestly don't know how to say this but like hes the type to grab you by the neck not in a abusive way but like a attractive way.
like while having sex he'd grab your neck if he's feeling really good, and I also think he'd grab your hair during backshots like hard enough were your gasping and moaning loudly.
Like he loves hearing your voice. and that man is the type to f*** you Infront of a mirror👀...
and HE ISSS playing music while having sex, def partynextdoor, drake.
Ni-ki is not the type- to secretly play with you while your at a family dinner, go to the bathroom to have sex, give him a blowjob or eat you out or whatever.
Ni-ki is more of a serious guy Infront of your parents and Infront of his parents, he doesn't want to risk getting caught doing something or having any accusations.
He gives me a vibe of taking a lot of risk though, like if he's horny or your horny he would have sex while your at a family cabin thing, like if its late night and all your family are asleep and you all have separate rooms, yess y'all are having sex.
Ni-ki is not the type- to be into threesomes, this one is obvious luv, like ni-ki allowing YOU to get smashed by another guy I don't think so...
Ni-ki is the type to want you all to himself all the time, like during dance practice he'd text you after he's done learning dances the members are still working on.
He'd hold you late at night making it seem like he thinks your going to disappear if he doesn't hold you.
and gosh he f***s you like it'd be the last time ever, he'd whisper stuff in your ear and leave you hickeys all over your neck while pumping himself into.
He would lovee, you getting a tattoo of his name or something related to him, or like a lower back tattoo that has a design like this
━━━ ✦ HIS✦ ━━━━━━━
He would honestly love that yess, its Ni-ki coded everywheree.
He would love that because when giving you backshots he can he look down at the mess your both making and also see that your his and it even shows that.
━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━
Ni-ki is the type to f*** you in the kitchen on top of the counter I was thinking about this and honestly it would fit him.
like ni-ki would be into a lot of things honestly
"TOYYYSSS???" yep,
ni-ki would use a vibartor on you, mostly when your both away because his busy schedules.
when calling him and you've both hadn't had sex in a long time he'd tell you too take your vibartor out because he wants to hear your voice.
Of course he'd keep the remote with him so he can make sure he's controlling how loud and pleasured you can get.
but yes out of if he's using toys on himself or you I think he'd only use a vibrator on you, and he'd use a felshlight on himself, and you'd both use your toys on call.
━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━
Well luvlies that's all I could really think of today, honestly if I think of more I'll make a part two. IF you guys want that but until then I'll be taking any request if anyone has any 😋
PAIRING : idol nishimura riki x f. reader ; established bf/gf relationship
GENRE : smut 21+ ⤷ do not interact if you’re underage!ˎˊ˗ WARNING : includes ; sub reader, dom riki, touching, praising, kissing, slight aggression, stimulation, begging, saliva, f*ngering, choking (fingers in mouth), dirty talk, finger s*cking, unprotected p in v (don’t do it!!!), c*ming, c*ming inside, c*ming together, satisfied reader, satisfied riki, the best photographer!
SYNOPSIS : while spending a lazy rainy day together at his dorm, Ni-ki surprises his girlfriend by snapping candid pictures of her with his camera. What starts as playful teasing and an impromptu photoshoot quickly turns flirtatious as Ni-ki becomes more and more distracted by how beautiful she is. Between soft laughs, lingering touches, and stolen kisses, the relaxed afternoon slowly turns into a tense and intimate moment neither of them can ignore.
It was a rare day off, and the quiet was almost surreal. Usually, the dorm was a chaotic blur of voices, music, and heavy footsteps, but today, it was just the two of you.
You had spent the last few hours tangled up in Ni-ki’s bed (after his Weverse live), listening to a playlist he’d put together, talking about everything and nothing. His head had been resting in your lap while you mindlessly ran your fingers through his hair, both of you completely content doing absolutely nothing.
Eventually, you slipped out of bed to freshen up in the bathroom. When you finished, you padded back down the short hallway in your socks, completely relaxed and half-mindful of your surroundings. The bathroom door clicked shut behind you as you stepped back into Ni-ki’s dorm room, still drying your hands on the hem of his oversized hoodie you’d stolen earlier that morning.
The moment you stepped past his bedroom doorframe, a sudden, bright flash blinded you, followed by the sharp, mechanical click of a camera shutter.
You gasped, flinching backward and throwing a hand up to shield your eyes.
“Ni-ki—” The bright flash hits your eyes.
*Click*
You stopped dead in the middle of the room, blinking rapidly.
“Oh my god,” you groaned, pressing a hand to your forehead. “Did you seriously just flashbang me?”
From behind the heavy lens of his favorite digital camera, Ni-ki let out a low, mischievous chuckle. He lowered the device just enough for you to see his dark eyes gleaming with pure amusement, a smug grin pulling at the corner of his lips.
He laughed from where he sat crisscrossed apple sauce on his bed, camera hanging loosely in his hand. “The lighting was good.”
“The lighting?” You stared at him in disbelief. “I look insane right now.”
“You always say that.” He tilted the camera screen toward himself, reviewing the photo with suspicious satisfaction. “But you never actually do.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Delete it.”
“No.”
“Ni-ki!”
“Nooo,” he repeated dramatically, dragging the word out as he fell backward against his pillows. “It’s cute.”
You walked over to the bed, reaching for the camera, but he held it above his head with a smug grin. His arm flexed slightly as he kept it out of reach, laughing when you tried to grab it.
“You’re annoying,” you muttered.
“And you’re pretty.” His smile softened just enough to make your irritation falter. “So I take pictures.”
You huffed, crossing your arms. “You take too many pictures.”
“That’s because I like looking at you.”
The line was delivered so casually it caught you off guard.
He noticed immediately. A smug expression spreading across his face. “See? That worked.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. “You’re so cheesy.”
“But you like it.” He says sucking his teeth, cockily.
Because fortunately, he knew he was right.
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The dorm had been quiet all afternoon. Most of the members were out, and the rain tapping softly against the windows made everything feel lazy and slow. You and Ni-ki had spent most of the day tangled together under blankets, half watching movies and half bothering each other.
Now he sat up again, camera still in hand, pointing the lens toward you.
“Come here,” he said.
“No.”
“Please?”
“You literally just attacked me with flash photography.”
“I’ll be nice this time.”
“That’s not convincing.”
He laughed softly before patting the empty spot beside him on the bed. “Just one picture.”
“One turns into fifty.”
“Maybe...”
You sighed dramatically but walked over anyway, climbing onto the mattress beside him. The second you did, he angled the camera toward you again.
“See?” he said. “Cute already.”
“You’re impossible.” You huffed softly.
“Look at me.”
You did reluctantly, only for another click to sound.
*Click*
“Ni-ki!”
“What?!” He burst into laughter while you shoved at his shoulder, your hand brushing against the warmth of his black hoodie. “That one was good!”
You tried to stay annoyed, but his laughter was contagious. Soon you were both grinning, wrestling lightly over the camera while he dodged your hands.
“Okay, okay,” he said between laughs. “Actual photoshoot now.”
“A photoshoot?”
“Mhm.” His eyes sparkled mischievously. “You’re my model.”
You snorted. “I think you’re just bored.”
“I can be bored and artistic.”
“That’s not art.”
“It is to me.”
You rolled your eyes, letting out a heavy sigh as you crossed your arms over your chest.
“But seriously, though? You already have a million photos of me on your phone. Do you have to take pictures?" You weren't truly angry, but his constant obsession with documenting your every move was starting to push your patience. "I don’t look the best right now, Ni-ki."
Ni-ki didn't look remotely guilty. Instead, he stood up from the bed, moving with that effortless, fluid grace that always made your heart do a little flip. He didn't say a word as he closed the distance between you, the camera securely in his hand. He stopped right in front of you, towering over you just enough to make you feel completely surrounded by him. Before you could complain again, he leans closer, adjusting the sleeve of the hoodie that had slipped off your shoulder slightly. His fingers brushed your skin absentmindedly, but the touch lingered a second longer than necessary.
"You always look beautiful," he murmured, his tone shifting from teasing to incredibly soft. He leaned down, his breath warm against your forehead as he whispered, "Even when you're mad at me. Especially when you're mad at me, actually. Your eyes get all squinty."
You tried to hold onto your annoyed expression, but it was impossible when he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the room.
"Come on," he coaxed, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "Just a few more. Proper ones this time.”
"Only a few," you gave in, a reluctant smile finally breaking across your face. "And you have to delete the one from earlier, okay?"
"Deal," he lied smoothly, already guiding you toward the large window where the foggy afternoon light was at its softest.
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At first, you were stiff, posing awkwardly while he adjusted the settings on his camera. But Ni-ki knew exactly how to make you comfortable. He started making ridiculous comments from behind the lens, tossing out exaggerated photographer clichés in English and Japanese until you were laughing so hard your shoulders shook. He captured every single moment, the shutter clicking rapidly.
"Beautiful. Stunning. Give me high fashion," he laughed, dropping to one knee to get a different angle.
As the minutes bled together, the atmosphere in the room began to subtly shift. Your laughter quieted into something softer, more intimate. You leaned against the wall, catching your breath, and looked directly into the lens. You let your posture relax, your lips parting slightly as you held his gaze through the camera.
And then, Ni-ki stopped.
The silence stretched between you, heavy and thick. Through the viewfinder, he wasn't just looking at a subject anymore; he was looking at you. The casual, playful air completely evaporated. His gaze dropped from the camera to your face, his eyes suddenly dark and intense.
He slowly lowered the camera, letting it rest in his hand. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath as his eyes raked down your body. His eyes tracked the soft parting of your lips, the slight, uneven rise and fall of your chest, and the way your eyes held his with a quiet, trusting vulnerability. Usually, he loved capturing your laugh—the candid, messy moments that no one else got to see. But right now, the sheer attraction hitting him was entirely overwhelming. It was a physical pull, a sudden rush of heat that made his heart hammer against his ribs.
💭“God, she’s so f*cking pretty and she drives me crazy. She’s just standing there, looking at me, completely wrecking me. I can’t just look anymore. I need to touch her. I need to feel her against me.”
He noticed the way you had gone from laughing at his ridiculous jokes to standing completely still, trapped under the weight of his stare. He could practically feel the electric tension humming between you, knowing that a single step forward would shatter the quiet of the room. A dark wave of satisfaction washed over him as he realized just how much power you had over him, and exactly how much he wanted to give in to it. He wanted to ruin that perfect, composed little posture of yours and see how you looked completely undone under his touch.
"Ni-ki?" you asked softly, the sudden shift in his energy sending a delicious shiver down your spine.
“You’re staring,” you teased.
“I know.”
Your breath caught a little at how easily he admitted it. He set the camera down on his nearby desk with a quiet thud and stepped toward you. The playful boy from a few moments ago was entirely gone, replaced by a version of him that was intensely focused, deliberate, and extremely hot.
He pinned you with his gaze as he stopped a mere inch away. His hand reached out, his long fingers wrapping around the back of your neck, his thumb tracing the sensitive skin of your jawline. His touch was warm, sending a jolt of heat straight through you.
“You look really good in my hoodie,” he murmured.
“You say that all the time.”
“Because it’s true every time.”
His hands settled lightly on your waist, thumbs brushing against the fabric of the hoodie. Even through the oversized material, the touch sent warmth rushing through you.
“You’re flirting again,” you whispered, biting your lower lip.
“Mhm.”
The honesty in his voice made your pulse jump.
You looked up at him, suddenly very aware of how close he was. His hair was slightly messy from laying around all day, the black hoodie making him look unfairly attractive in the dim light, and his full lips curved into the faintest smile when he noticed you staring back.
"You're doing this on purpose now," he whispered, his voice incredibly deep, vibrating right against your skin as he leaned in.
"Doing what? I’m not doing anything." You breathed, your heart hammering against your ribs as you lied right to his face. You underlying knew the effect you had on him, but you just loved to tease anyway.
"Yes, you are. You keep looking at me like that," he murmured, his eyes dropping to your lips before locking back onto yours. His thumb applied a fraction of pressure, tilting your face up to his. "It's not fair. I was trying to be a good photographer, but now you're making it really hard."
"So…what are you gonna do? You challenged softly, your hands finding the hem of his hoodie pulling him just a fraction closer.
Before you could say anything else, Ni-ki closed the remaining distance, his lips crashing down onto yours in a kiss that was sudden, fierce, and heavy with a hunger that had been building up inside all afternoon.
The kiss deepened instantly, his lips moving against yours with a sudden, intoxicating urgency that left you completely breathless. Ni-ki’s hand slid from your jaw down to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling firmly in your hair to hold you in place as he drank you in. He tasted like the sweet iced coffee you’d shared earlier, but the heat radiating from him was entirely new.
You let out a soft sigh into his mouth, your arms winding tightly around his neck. Sensing your surrender, Ni-ki groaned low in his throat—a deep, vibration of sound that rattled straight to your core. He crowded you back against the wall, his tall frame completely blocking out the rest of the room. The cool plaster against your back contrasted sharply with the searing heat of his body pressed flush against yours.
His free hand didn’t stay still for long. It traveled down your side, his palm warm and heavy through your clothes, tracing the curve of your waist before gripping your hip. His hold was firm, possessive, pulling you tightly against him.
That’s when you felt it.
A sharp, sudden breath hitched in your throat as your hips met. The unmistakable, rigid heat of his hard d*ck pressing firmly against your thigh through his sweats.
Ni-ki didn't try to hide it. In fact, as he felt your sudden stillness, a breathless, wicked smirk brushing against your lips mid-kiss. He pulled back just a fraction, his dark eyes hooded and heavy with desire as he looked down at you. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing shallow and uneven.
"What’s wrong?" He murmured, his voice dropping into his deep, raspy whisper.
Your face burned with a sudden rush of heat, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs. "Ni-ki..." you breathed, your eyes darting down for a split second before locking back onto his intense gaze. "What happened to taking my pictures?”
"I was…," he whispered, his thumb caressing the bare skin of your waist where his hand had slid under the hem of your shirt. His touch was electric, sending goosebumps rippling across your skin. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just beneath your ear, making you gasp. "But it’s your fault, you look so tasty right now…”
To prove his point, he shifted his weight, his hips subtly nudging against yours again. The deliberate friction made a soft, involuntary whimper escape your pink puffy lips. And hearing that sound seemed to break whatever restraint Ni-ki had left.
His hands gripped your thighs, and with a sudden surge of effortless strength, he lifted you off your feet. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he carried you the few short steps back to his bed.
He came down over you, pinning you to the mattress with his heavy, warm body, his eyes burning with a dark promise that told you the lazy, quiet afternoon was officially over.
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The weight of his body pressing you into the mattress sent a thrilling jolt through your veins. Ni-ki hovered over you for a fraction of a second, his forearms planted on either side of your head, framing you. His chest heaved as he looked down at you, his two toned hair falling slightly over his eyes, making him look devastatingly handsome in the dimmed light.
"I’m gonna f*ck you so good," he whispered, a low, fierce edge to his voice that made your stomach do flip-flops. "Mhm," you breathed back, reaching up to cup his face, your thumbs smoothing over his high cheekbones.
That was all the invitation he needed. Ni-ki dropped his head, his lips finding yours again, but the rhythm changed. It wasn't just urgent anymore; it was deep, possessive, and agonizingly slow. His long tongue slid past your lips, tangling with yours in a way that made your head spin. Every line of his body was rigid, burning hot against you, and you could feel exactly how much control it was taking for him not to completely lose his mind.
His hands slid down from your head, trailing down your neck to the collar of your shirt. His long, calloused fingers caught the edge of the fabric, gently tugging it down over your shoulder. He broke the kiss, trailing a path of searing, open-mouthed bites down your jawline, over your pulsing throat, and right onto the sensitive skin of your collarbone.
You arched up into his touch, a breathless moan escaping you. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into the soft fabric of his hoodie as a wave of pure heat crashed over you. "Ni-ki, please," you whimpered, the friction of his lower body shifting against yours driving you completely over the edge.
He let out a low, ragged breath against your skin, his grip on your waist tightening until it was almost bruising above the band of your shorts. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating directly against your collarbone, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes completely dark, hooded, and intense. "Say it."
You looked up at him, completely consumed by the heat in his gaze, knowing there was absolutely no turning back.
"Kiss me, here..." your voice was barely a whisper, a mix of anticipation and nerves as you gestured down at your tummy.
Ni-ki held your gaze for a heartbeat, his sharp eyes burning with an intense focus that made your breath hitch before he even moved. He shifted his weight, sitting back on his heels, and his long fingers caught the edge of your oversized hoodie, pulling it upward just enough to expose your midriff.
"Okay. But don’t look away," he murmured, his voice dropping into that commanding, raspy register as he pulled the fabric up, exposing the warm skin of your stomach. "Stay right here with me."
The cool air of the room hit your skin, but it was instantly scorched away as he leaned down. He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss right above your belly button, making your stomach muscles flutter and contract. You let out a soft gasp, your fingers instantly tangling in his dark hair.
"You're so soft," he muttered against your skin, his breath hot and uneven. He trailed a path of burning kisses lower, his lips brushing over your pelvis with a slow, agonizing patience that was driving you crazy. "Do you like it when I kiss you like this?"
"Yes…," you breathed out, your hands tightening in his hair as he reached the hem of your shorts. The playful boy from earlier was entirely gone. He moved with a quiet, dominant confidence that completely overwhelmed you. He hooked his fingers into the waistbands of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down and away in one smooth, deliberate motion.
You let out a shaky breath, suddenly feeling completely exposed beneath his gaze, but Ni-ki didn't let you drift away. He leaned over you again, pinning your wrists to the mattress, his face just inches from yours. "Look at me," he commanded softly, his dark eyes hooded and heavy with desire.
You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense stare. The contrast of his dark, hooded eyes against his flushed honey skin was intoxicating. He let go of one of your wrists, but instead of moving away, he brought his hand up to his mouth. Your eyes widened slightly, your pulse spiking as you watched him slowly run two of his long, slender fingers across his parted lips, coating them in a slick sheen of his saliva. The deliberate, heavy gaze he maintained with you made the simple action feel completely consuming.
"Ni-ki..." you whimpered, the anticipation reaching a breaking point as the quiet sound of his breathing filled the space between you. "I've got you," he whispered, his tone a mix of a promise and a challenge.
He slid his hand down your body, the heat of his palm pushing against your inner thigh before his fingers finally found the center of your ache. He paused for a fraction of a second, letting you feel the slick, warm friction of his touch right against your sensitive wet folds, teasing you just enough to make you arch upward in search of more.
Then, with a slow, heavy pressure, he guided his fingers inside you. A loud, breathless cry escaped your lips, your head snapping back against the pillow as your walls tightly clamped around his intrusion. Ni-ki let out a low, gravelly groan in his throat at the immediate, tight warmth of your p*ssy. He didn't move right away; instead, he pushed deeper, burying his fingers to the knuckles, anchoring you firmly to the mattress. His thumb found your sweet spot, applying a fraction of deliberate pressure to your cl*t, making your thighs tremble to both sensations.
"Look at how tight you are for me," he murmured, his voice incredibly deep and thick with desire.
Slowly, he began to move, curling his fingers slightly inside you as he established a steady, dominant rhythm. Each slide of his fingers was slick and deliberate, creating a heavy, wet friction that drove all coherent thoughts from your head. He watched your face track every sensation, his sharp eyes tracking the way your lips parted and the way your hips instinctively lifted to meet his hand. The pace quickened, his movements becoming more demanding as he learned exactly what angles made you cry out. You dug your fingernails into the sheets, completely caught up in the heavy, electric rhythm he was dictating.
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The overwhelming sensation of his fingers moving inside you had you completely breathless, your hips helplessly rising to meet every deep, slick stroke. Ni-ki’s breathing was completely ragged now, the sound of your soft whimpers pushing past whatever remaining patience he had left.
He withdrew his fingers from you with a slow, deliberate drag that made you cry out in protest, immediately missing the intense warmth. “Mhmp, f*ck.”
"Don't move," he commanded softly, his voice thick and deep.
He shifted, sitting back just enough to quickly rid himself of his pants and boxers. Every movement he made was fluid, driven by an intense urgency that made your pulse race even faster.
Before coming back to you, he paused for a brief with a heavy heartbeat. His eyes never leaving yours as his hand went down, his long fingers wrapping around himself, stroking his length a few times to ready himself for you. The friction drew a low, sharp hiss past his clenched teeth.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he muttered, his voice strained and raw with anticipation as he continued the deliberate, rhythmic motion of his hand. "I've been thinking about this from the exact second I took that first picture of you."
"Ni-ki please…," you breathed, your face flushing a deeper crimson at the sight of his intense focus. Your hands reached up out of pure instinct, your fingers gripping the sheets. "Don't tease me."
A dark, breathless smirk touched his lips at your impatience. Pearly warm beads of prec*m beginning to seep out his tip as his hand executed one last, slow stroke before letting go. "I'm not teasing anymore," he whispered.
He settled back over you, the sheer heat radiating from his bare skin completely overwhelming. He positioned his weight between your thighs, his rigid c*ck brushing against your hole as his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that felt entirely consuming.
"Look at me," he whispered, his hands sliding up to cup your face, his thumbs wiping away the tear on your cheek. "I want to see your eyes when I go inside you."
You nodded breathlessly, your hands gripping his shoulders for anchor. With a slow, heavy push, he guided his rock hard d*ck inside you, a deep, low groan escaping his chest as he filled you completely. The wet slide of his long shaft, passing through your tight walls, had your body arching off the mattress as the overwhelming sensation took over. A sharp gasp catching in your throat at the firm pressure. Ni-ki paused for a heartbeat, letting you adjust, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Baby, you okay?" He murmured, his tone suddenly incredibly tender despite the raw desire burning in his expression.
"Yes," you breathed, your fingers digging into his back. "Ni-ki, please... don't stop."
A dark, breathless smirk touched his lips at your words. "I won’t."
He began to move, establishing a deep, powerful rhythm that drove all coherent thoughts from your head. Every tilt of his hips, every deliberate stroke was dominant, demanding your complete surrender. You let out a loud, undone cry, the sound echoing in the quiet dorm room. “F*ckkk!!! Ughhhhh!”
Wanting to keep you quiet, or perhaps just completely overwhelmed by the sounds you were making, Ni-ki brought his hand up to your face. Sliding two of his slicked fingers past your parted lips, pressing them onto your tongue.
"Taste yourself for me," he whispered darkly, his face hovering just inches above yours as his pace quickened. "Suck on them."
You did exactly as he asked, your eyes fluttering shut as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, tasting the slick sweetness of your own arousal mixed with his heat. The added intimacy of the gesture made the friction between your bodies feel twice as intense.
Ni-ki let out a ragged breath, his hips crashing against yours with a newfound urgency. "Your p*ssy is sooo good baby…," he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he pushed deeper, completely lost in the rhythm of the moment. "God, you're perfect." The rhythm he set became faster, more desperate, as the friction between your bodies pushed both of you closer and closer to the edge. Ni-ki’s chest was heaving against yours, his skin slick with a light sweat that made every brush of his body feel incredibly intense.
You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper into you, unable to get close enough. Your mouth closed firmly around his fingers, the rhythmic suction driving him completely wild. A low, gravelly sound tearing from his throat.
"Yeah, just like that," he growled, his voice raw and strained as his hips hit yours with a sudden, relentless power. "Look at me while you do it. Let me see what you look like right now."
You forced your eyes open again, your vision slightly blurred by the sheer intensity of it all, but you locked onto his dark, heavy gaze. You sucked on his fingers a little harder, and Ni-ki let out a sharp, ragged breath, his jaw clenching tightly.
"Riki—" you tried to gasp out his name past his hand, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming to hold back. "I can't... it's too much."
"Don't hold back baby," he whispered intensely, his face hovering just inches above yours. "Let go for me. I want to feel everything."
He pulled his fingers from your mouth, immediately replacing them with his lips, sealing your breathless cries with a deep, bruising kiss. His tongue tangled with yours in a chaotic motion that matched the desperate pace of his lower body. You could hear your own muffled whimper against his mouth, a sound that seemed to push him completely over the limit.
“Ahh—ahhh—I’m gonna f*cking c*m!” Hearing that, he broke the kiss just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes completely wild. "Hold on to me," he managed to choke out, his hand sliding down to grip your hip, anchoring you to him as he delivered a few final, heavy strokes. "Hold on, I'm right there with you."
"I’m c*ming—f*ck!" You cried out, your fingers digging deep into his shoulders.
"I've got you," he gasped, his voice breaking.
The tension in his muscles reached a breaking point. With one last, deep push, Ni-ki shuddered violently against you, his voice breaking into a ragged, uninhibited groan as he completely surrendered to the climax. The sheer intensity of it triggering your own release, a wave of blinding heat crashing over you that made your entire body tremble under his weight.
"Aishhhh, ughhhh…oh my—god!” He breathed out against your neck, his voice fading into a breathless sigh as the final waves of pleasure ran through both of you.
And for a long time, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized sound of your breathing. Slowly, the tension drained from his frame. Ni-ki collapsed softly against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was hot and shallow against your skin, his heart hammering wildly against your ribs. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding you as close as humanly possible, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your lower back as his breathing finally began to slow down.
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After a few quiet minutes, he let out a soft, breathless laugh against your skin, the commanding demeanor from before completely gone, replaced by his usual playful warmth. He shifted his head, kissing the sensitive spot right beneath your ear.
"Best picture I've ever taken," he whispered, his voice still heavy and raspy from the exertion.
You couldn't help but let out a weak, tired chuckle, your fingers mindlessly running through his damp hair. "You didn't even use the camera."
Ni-ki pulled back just enough to look at you, proping himself up on his elbows so he wouldn't crush you, though he kept his lower body tangled intimately with yours. A soft, incredibly warm smile played on his face—the specific one that belonged only to you. "I didn’t need to. I'm going to remember this moment perfectly. High definition. Right here." He tapped his temple with a smirk.
"Oh, really?" You teased weakly, your hand sliding down to playfully nudge his chest. "So my modeling gig is officially over? No more surprise ambushes when I walk out of the bathroom?"
"Mm, no…I didn't say that," he murmured, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, tasting himself and you on your skin. He pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. "But next time, I think we should start the photoshoot immediately on the bed. Saves us the walk."
"You are unbelievable," you laughed, the sound soft and content against his chest. "You planned this whole thing, didn't you? From the second you flashed that camera in my face."
"Maybe," he grinned, his voice dropping into that deep, flirty register that always made your heart skip, even when you were exhausted. He reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your cheekbone. "But can you blame me? You a very distracting. I completely lost my professional focus."
"Clearly," you smiled, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck again, pulling him down so you could bury your face in his shoulder. "You're terrible at your job."
"Hey," he whispered softly, his arms tightening around you, pulling you securely against his chest as he buried his face back into your hair. "But my “client” seems pretty satisfied with the results."
"Shut up, Ni-ki," you mumbled into his skin, with a completely happy smile on your face.
"Make me," he murmured back, but instead of teasing, he just kissed your cheek, holding you tight as the quiet afternoon eventually faded into evening.
AUTHORS NOTE : Hey guys! Okay, this one is done! I feel so accomplished when I get these finished. I’m gonna try to get more out, more consistently. I just genuinely love to put effort into my writing and not put out bs, so that’s why it takes me so long. Plus, Ni-ki is obviously my bias so all my favorite ideas are about him. I REALLY LOVE how this one came out. I hope you guys enjoy! More writing coming soon. Please show some love to my last fic about Jungwon, too please!
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀SUYOs DYNAMICS WITH⠀—⠀ THE ENHYPEN MEMBERS
7 — NI-KI
SHIP NAMEs — suki , niyo
DUO NAMEs — tigerz , hoodiez
DYNAMICs —
They're both bold as Tigers, apart from the fact that they're maknaes and get looked down on a lot of times. Their energies match both in dancing and recklessness. Purring is something they both do, Suyo does it when she's tired and Riki does it when he's thinking
Sharing hoodies at times and wearing matching ones often. They both have a streetstyle where she has it more... girly? Yeah something like that. But besides that point they're basically the same person in a different font
Partner in crime dynamic — always up to no good, arguing just to make Jungwon mad, flirting to make Sunghoon mad, insults flying, swearing is a thing they bonded over the most. No match to the others in competitiveness and they'll compete about who's the most competitive too. Kind of giving older sister— younger brother vibes too
8 — ENGENE
SHIP NAMEs — suyo , soeyu
DUO NAMEs — bunny , apple
DYNAMICs —
Her representative animal is a bunny, hopping around, great energy but shy. She has always been a loud introvert, too embarrassed to ask for an extra tissue, too bold to keep her mouth shut when someone insults her dearest friends
She loves apples so much she names her hamster after it, she said her weight loss diet contains a lot of apples for protein, sugar and energy. She loves alcoholic apple cider, loves the apple pie her sister makes and loves everything with tiny apples on it. Fans noticed and call her Apple now
Suyo's bond with engene is unbreakable. She will go through fire for them. Would go up and down hills until she would eventually die of exhaustion. She overcame her worst fears with them, grew up with them and will continue growing up with them. Soulmates doesn't mean lovers bond
didn't expect me to put a dynamic with engene did you? I bet you didn't, yeah that was my surprise. Byee, love yall! | credits go to @enha-noeul
Sypnosis: you have serious insomnia, remedies didn’t help but surprisingly your best friend helped?
Warnings: insomnia, tooth rotting fluff, lowkey bestfriends to lover?
Playlist🎧: always- Daniel Caesar
Moonlight- Chase Atlantic
I’m so in love with you- the kid laroi
Soft spot- keshi
Come back home- Sofia Carson
📍a/n: been very consistent lately😛😛 thank you for the likes on previous postsss, hope you enjoyyyyy
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The glowing green numbers on your alarm clock read 3:14 AM.
You stared blankly at the ceiling, your eyes burning but your brain stubbornly refusing to shut down, thoughts are loud in your head. This was your third night of running on less than two hours of sleep. You had tried everything: lavender pillow sprays, warm milk, blackout curtains, white noise playlists, and even the aggressive 4-7-8 breathing technique. Nothing worked. Your insomnia was a stubborn monster, and it was winning.
Your phone buzzed against your nightstand, the sudden vibration making you flinch.
Riki: You're awake, aren't you?
You blinked at the screen. Riki knew your sleep schedule, better than anyone.
You: Is it that obvious?
Riki: I can see your green active dot from here. Open your window.
Confused, you pushed yourself out of bed, your limbs feeling heavy as lead, and padded over to the window. Pushing the glass open, you looked down into the quiet alleyway separating your apartment buildings. Riki stood there, wearing an oversized hoodie, holding up a massive fleece blanket in one hand and a bag of takeout in the other.
"Movie night," he called up in a loud whisper, a lopsided grin on his face. "Get down here, or I'm breaking in."
Ten minutes later, you were wrapped in a cocoon of blankets on Riki’s living room sofa. The only light in the room came from the television screen, which was currently displaying a streaming menu.
"I'm telling you, Riki, it’s a waste of time," you sighed, leaning your head back against the cushions. "My brain is literally broken. I tried that weird muscle relaxation thing tonight and all it did was make me hyper-aware of my own toes."
Riki chuckled, sitting down next to you and handing you a carton of warm food. "We aren't trying to force you to sleep. We're just distracting you from trying to sleep. Big difference."
He scrolled through the movies and picked a long, slow-paced sci-fi film you’d both seen a franchise of before. As the opening credits began to roll, Riki shifted, extending his arm along the back of the couch.
"Come here," he murmured.
You didn't even hesitate. You slid closer, letting him pull you against his side. You rested your head right in the crook of his shoulder, the familiar scent of his laundry detergent and the floral cologne wrapping around you like a safety net.
For the first twenty minutes, you tried to focus on the movie. But Riki’s presence was incredibly grounding. He didn't fidget, and his breathing was a steady, rhythmic rise and fall beneath your cheek. Slowly, casually, his free hand began to gently trace patterns on your arm, his fingers moving in soft, repetitive motions over the fleece blanket.
It was the first time all week that the frantic, buzzing noise in your head started to quiet down.
Your eyelids grew heavy. You blinked, trying to force them open, but Riki noticed. He shifted slightly, wrapping his arm more securely around your waist and pulling you fully against his chest, tucking you under his chin
"Don't fight it," he whispered, his voice deep and soothing in the dark room. "Just close your eyes. I've got you."
The warmth radiating from him was better than any heated blanket. The gentle, slow stroke of his hand on your shoulder was more soothing than any white noise playlist. For the first time in days, you felt completely safe enough to let go.
Your breathing slowed, matching his steady rhythm. As your eyes slipped shut for the final time, the last thing you felt was Riki resting his cheek softly against the top of your head, holding you tight against the rest of the world.
The next thing you knew, a soft beam of morning sunlight was filtering through the gaps in the blinds, warming your face.
You blinked your eyes open, feeling a strange, unfamiliar sensation: you were actually well-rested. The heavy, gritty feeling behind your eyes was completely gone, replaced by a cozy warmth.
As you slowly came to your senses, you realized you weren't in your own bed. You were still on Riki’s couch. Even more shocking? You had actually slept. For hours.
A soft rumble vibrated against your cheek, and reality rushed back all at once. You were still tucked firmly against Riki's chest. One of his large hands was still resting protectively on your waist, and his chin was nestled into your hair. He was still fast asleep, his breathing slow and even.
You shifted slightly, trying not to wake him, but the movement caused him to stir. His grip on your waist tightened automatically, pulling you a fraction closer before his eyelashes fluttered open.
He blinked against the morning light, his eyes cloudy with sleep. When he looked down and saw you staring up at him, a sleepy, lopsided smile spread across his face. His voice was incredibly deep and gravelly from sleep.
"Morning."
"Riki," you breathed, your voice a mix of awe and disbelief. "I slept."
He let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating pleasantly against your shoulder. "Yeah. You did. Like a rock, actually. You didn't even move."
"How... how long?"
Riki glanced over your head at the clock on the wall. "About seven hours."
Your jaw practically dropped. Seven hours of uninterrupted, deep sleep. You had spent weeks spending hundreds of dollars on remedies, teas, and apps, and all it took was a movie night with your best friend.
"You stayed like this the whole time?" you asked, suddenly aware of how stiff his shoulder must be. "Why didn't you wake me up or move me to the bed? Your arm must be completely numb."
Riki finally let his hand slide from your waist, stretching his arms over his head with a groan as his joints popped. But his smile never faded.
"It was a little numb around hour four," he admitted, a teasing glint in his eyes. "But every time I tried to shift, you'd make this little frowning sound and lean closer. There was no way I was risking waking you up after how stressed you've been."
A warm flush crept up your cheeks. "I'm sorry. I must have been a terrible couch partner."
"Are you kidding?" Riki leaned back against the cushions, looking at you with a softness that made your heart skip a beat. "I'd take a numb arm any day if it means you finally get some rest. You've been carrying so much exhaustion, it was nice to see you actually look peaceful."
You looked at him, truly looked at him—the messy morning hair, the kind eyes, and the genuine care etched into his face. The realization hit you with a sudden, quiet clarity: it hadn't been the movie, the blanket, or the room that finally cured your insomnia. It was him. His presence was the only thing that made your mind feel safe enough to completely let its guard down.
"Thank you, Riki," you said softly, the words carrying a weight that went far beyond just a simple thanks for a movie night.
He seemed to understand the shift in the air. He reached out, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering for just a second against your cheekbone.
"Anytime," he murmured, his smile turning incredibly gentle. "Seriously. Next time your brain won't shut up, you don't even have to text. Just come over. My shoulder is always available."
