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༺ ENHYPEN/OTHER READING RECOMMENDATIONS ༻
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#RIKI return of happiness | @tzuyusluv | being sunghoon biased, i was surprised to be swept off my feet. it’s very short but gets straight to the point of an adorable reunion. if you want feel like ur actually in a plane and in a real relationship with riki - this one is it.
#HYUNJIN breathe | @astraystayyh | UM UM UM. it’s been a while since i’ve read a hyunjin fic and IM BACK BABY. holy crap i’ve never felt so aroused. the writing was literally beautiful and so visually stunning. i definitely will be rereading this when i need to read and feel fluffy. please read this is you want to be delusional over hyunjin
#SUNGHOON captain’s log | @peachenle | THIS WAS PERFECTLY DIVINE. bruh just so good on character building and setting and dialogues. I mean, some smart words here and there but it was delectable (pff). recommend recommend for those who want steamy stuff but don’t want straight smut + just great high school story.
#DOKYEOM ☆ first kiss with dokyeom | @etherealyoungk | omg. i honestly haven't read a dk fic (or maybe in general) that has made it hard to stop smiling. so cute and i love the awkwardness/shyness. so well described [dies when you can feel the smile in the kiss]
#BEOMGYU not your average boyfriend | @slytherinshua | holy MOLY. i’ve never been so invested in a spiderman fic. the reveal was so good and the transition to a cute loving inspection of beomgyu was so adorable (i have a cavity, it was so sweet) SO RECOMMEND IF U LUV BENJAMIN AND SPIDER-MAN <3
#DOKYEOM bus tickets and receipts | @xurengu0 | my heart swelled with every sentence. it’s so beautiful and heartwarming that the love lasted. he’s a dork but he’s in love. like almost cried but didn’t - or i wouldn’t have stopped. who ever gets to marry dokyeom and live happily with him, i wish them this much happiness.
#SUNGHOON secret soft boy revealed | @elysianeclipxe | absolutely loved the domestic scenario of build a bear making alongside sunghoon (whom is adorably refusing to tell you he loved the experience) honestly recommend for needed sunghoon hours
#SANGYEON lee sangyeon's (almost) villain origin story | @mingtinys | i really enjoyed it.. being a newly biased sangyeon bias, i really visualized him well. laughed out loud when kevin intruded at a cafe date. if you want to fawn over sangyeon being clingy and also having a dilemma of being a father of his friends - highly recommend!!
anxiety - n.rk
pairing: stranger!nishimura riki x fem!reader
synopsis: you meet him on a quiet night — a stranger with sharp eyes and a colder edge, nothing like anyone in your sleepy suburb. he won’t talk, barely looks at you, but something about him lingers. maybe you’re just curious. or maybe you’ve seen him before.
featuring: ni-ki & jake of enhypen
genre: childhood friends to lovers, a sprinkle of angst, smut, skinship, kissing, etc.
warnings: smut (18+), difficult relationships with parents, love at first sight lowk, vulnerability, themes of implied watching (not rlly stalking) but it isn't graphic, riki smokes cigs, uhhh i think that's it?? lowercase intended heh
playlist: anxiety by doechii, clarity by zedd & sacrifice by enhypen
(smut warnings under cut)
wc: 9.120k
a/n: this is way longer than i expected but it came to me in a dream... enjoy! also i'm gonna start a perm taglist! comment on any of my fics or send an ask to be added! <3
smut content: riki's PACKING, they cum in their pants lol, dry humping, deepthroating kinda, backshots LMAO, missionary, dom!riki x sub!reader, degradation & praise kinks, creampie, like SO MUCH cum... n e ways! fluffy aftercare, unprotected sex (wrap b4 you tap), tit fucking, oral (m. receiving), choking, everything is consensual, riki and reader are both so down bad for each other... lmk if i missed anything :3
(not proofread)
-ˏˋ⋆ 7 months ago ⋆ˊˎ-
it was raining the day you first felt it — that creeping sensation at the back of your neck, like invisible fingers brushing against your skin.
not a storm, not anything dramatic. just that kind of soft, cold drizzle that seeped into your clothes and made the world feel like it was holding its breath. gray sky melted into gray pavement, the horizon smeared like a half-finished painting. you were standing under the chipped awning of the old bakery on the corner, the scent of yeast and sugar mixing with the rain, waiting for your usual thursday pastry that was always slightly overbaked but comfortingly warm.
you remember scrolling through your phone, aimlessly, as your friend, jake, rambled beside you about something he saw on tv. you weren't listening. you were too aware of the feeling — that hum beneath your skin. subtle but unshakable.
“there’s someone watching me,” you’d said earlier that morning, trying to brush it off with a laugh as you stirred milk into your coffee. “it’s my anxiety.” jake didn’t look up from his phone. “or maybe you’re watching yourself spiral.”
you’d rolled your eyes. maybe he was right. midterms were looming, you hadn’t slept in days, and your brain felt like it was being slowly pulled apart by rubber bands. but still. the feeling didn’t go away.
it got worse.
you’d been fidgeting, switching the weight on your feet, chewing the inside of your cheek. and then, like something calling your name without a sound, your eyes had drifted across the street.
that’s when you saw him.
a boy. or maybe a man — it was hard to tell, the rain blurred everything. tall, impossibly still, wearing a black hoodie that clung to his shoulders. he wasn’t under any kind of shelter. he stood alone, soaked to the bone, his face half-hidden by the hood, his gaze fixed. not on the road. not on the buildings. but on you.
you stared. you didn’t recognize him. not really. and yet something deep in your chest stirred like a memory. like a name you almost remembered. like a dream you’d had once and forgotten by morning.
you glanced down for a second — a message lighting up your screen.
when you looked up, he was gone.
no footsteps. no splash. just… gone.
you never told jake. what would you say? you didn’t even know what you’d seen. maybe nothing at all.
maybe your anxiety really was watching you. maybe it had grown arms and legs and a face hidden under a rain-soaked hood. maybe it had always been there, just waiting for the right day to show itself.
either way, it started then.
and it never really stopped.
-ˏˋ⋆ present day ⋆ˊˎ-
the hallway is too quiet for a friday night.
you shuffle down the corridor with a tied-up trash bag swinging limply at your side, socks stuffed in your duck slippers, slapping against the cool tile floor. the overhead light flickers once, buzzing faintly. classic.
you reach the stairwell, already bracing yourself for the sharp chill of the outside air, when you stop short.
he’s there.
leaning against the railing of the third-floor landing, hoodie pulled up over his head, cigarette dangling between his fingers — even though this is strictly a no-smoking building. he doesn’t flinch when you turn the corner. just keeps staring out at the dim skyline, face barely visible under the shadow of his hood.
you slow down, blinking.
he’s not familiar — not really. you pride yourself on knowing every face in this sleepy apartment complex, whether through polite nods in the mailroom or awkward elevator silences. but him? nothing. no name. no room number. just angles and silence.
and yet… something about him rings in your head like a half-forgotten dream.
his profile is soft, almost too pretty to be real. sharp jaw, dark lashes, bangs dipping into his eyes. he looks like he doesn’t belong here — like someone plucked him out of a bigger story and dropped him into yours by mistake.
"hey," you offer, voice casual, just above a whisper. "you new here?"
he doesn’t look at you. doesn’t answer.
awkward.
you shift the trash bag in your hands, trying again. “i live on the second floor. don’t think i’ve seen you around before.”
still nothing. just a small exhale of smoke that curls into the cold night air.
rude, you think. but not in a mean way. more like… distant. careful.
you lean against the opposite railing, letting the silence stretch for a few seconds.
"you look familiar," you say, eyes narrowing. "have we met before?"
this time, his gaze flickers. not quite to you — just past you. a twitch of recognition, maybe. or annoyance.
you can't tell.
but your brain is racing. you know him. you must. maybe in passing. maybe in a memory. maybe you’ve just seen him out here before, on the edge of your vision, existing quietly in the corners of your routine. maybe your subconscious noticed him long before you did.
he stubs out the cigarette and walks past you without a word.
you don’t move. you just watch him disappear down the hall, hoodie covered by a black jacket, hands stuffed in his pockets.
"okay then," you murmur to yourself, staring after him. and you can’t help it — the way your eyes linger on the spot he stood, heart ticking a little faster.
there’s something about him.
you just don’t know what. yet.
───
it's raining the next time you see him.
you’re standing under the overhang by the front entrance, fumbling with your umbrella, when the door swings open behind you. you glance back — and it’s him. again.
hoodie. same brown timberlands. same unreadable expression.
you swear he pauses when he sees you, just a fraction of a second. but maybe that’s in your head.
"you smoke a lot for someone living in a no-smoking building," you say without thinking, half a joke.
he doesn’t laugh. but his lips twitch, barely, like maybe he almost did.
he steps out into the rain without an umbrella.
"hey!" you call, surprised. "you're seriously just gonna walk in that?"
he doesn't stop. doesn't answer. but this time, he does glance back at you over his shoulder. eyes dark. thoughtful. like he’s trying to decide something.
“i’ve seen you before,” you say — louder, more certain now. “i just don’t remember where.”
his mouth parts, like he might say something. but then he turns and keeps walking, rain soaking into the fabric of his hoodie, blending him into the gray of the street.
and you're left standing there, umbrella unopened, heart kicking strangely against your ribs.
───
it’s quiet in the laundry room — too quiet. the kind of quiet that settles in your chest and presses down, like you’re underwater. the overhead light flickers occasionally, buzzing in protest, but no one’s bothered to fix it. you wouldn’t usually be here this late, but your sheets were stained and the smell was driving you insane. so here you are, half-past midnight, leaning against a rickety folding table, waiting.
your phone barely gets signal this far in the basement, and the wi-fi’s always spotty. it’s just you, the low groan of the washer, and your own thoughts trying to make conversation.
until the door creaks open.
you don’t jump, but your spine straightens on instinct. you don’t have to look up to know it’s him — the presence is immediate, unmistakable. that stillness in the air that follows him like a shadow. you finally glance up, and there he is. same black hoodie. same too-quiet footsteps. same face that looks like it doesn’t belong here. like it was carved into something older than this tiny suburban building.
he doesn’t say a word. just drops a bag on the floor and begins sorting laundry like it’s the most normal thing in the world. like you haven’t already seen him twice this week, always at night, always alone, always watching without watching.
“seriously?” you say, trying to keep your voice light. “do you just hang out in weird corners of this complex to freak people out?”
nothing.
he lifts a pair of dark jeans, shakes them out. you watch his fingers. they're pale. long. too clean for someone who lives in this building. you’ve lived here your whole life and never seen him before last week — and yet...
he feels familiar.
“okay,” you continue, stepping off the table now. the room feels colder suddenly. “do you live here? or are you like... a freak with laundry privileges?”
still nothing. you laugh under your breath, but it sounds too loud in the silence. your heartbeat starts to climb your throat.
then he says it. quiet. low.
“you used to wait outside the bakery every thursday. same dark purple coat. hair in a slick bun. you never looked both ways when you crossed the street.”
the words stop you cold.
“what?” you ask, your voice barely audible.
he still doesn’t look at you. he presses a button on the washer. it whirs to life.
“i remember,” he says simply.
and then he walks out.
no explanation. no glance back. just leaves you standing there, spine prickling, air thick with something you can’t name.
you don’t move for a long time. the washer keeps spinning. and somewhere in the back of your mind, a door creaks open — something old, something buried. you know that voice. you know it.
but from where?
and why now?
───
you see him again the next week.
it’s late. everything always is these days. late nights, late thoughts, late feelings that come crawling out of places you’ve spent years trying to bury.
he’s there again by the mailboxes, half-shrouded in the dim glow of the overhead light. same hoodie, same stillness. like he’s always belonged to the dark. like the world moves around him, but never through him.
you don’t say anything this time. just glance at him, let your eyes linger a little too long. the silence stretches like fog between you, thick and almost heavy.
when you get back to your apartment, you sit on the floor of your room, knees to your chest, staring at nothing. trying to remember.
because it’s not just déjà vu. it’s more insistent than that. it’s something sharper. something that presses at the edges of your mind like a dull knife.
you know him.
or—at least, you’ve seen him before. not in this life maybe, but in another version of it. in a hallway, maybe. in a photograph. in a moment you never thought would matter until it does.
you try to pull it apart, memory by memory. but your brain is tired and tangled, the way it always is when you think too hard about the past. especially your own.
your mom used to say you were dramatic. that you let small things become monsters under the bed. “don’t be so sensitive,” she’d snap, when you cried over things she didn’t understand. “you make everything so hard for yourself.”
your dad never said much at all.
they were loud in the wrong ways. silent in the ones that mattered. and you learned early how to turn your feelings into puzzles with missing pieces — complex enough to keep you distracted, but unsolvable enough to stop you from ever really facing them.
and yet, riki… there’s something about him that pulls at those missing pieces. like maybe he was one of them. like maybe he slipped into your life through a crack in the wall and waited, patiently, for you to notice.
was he from your old school? a kid from your neighborhood? someone you passed in a crowd once and never forgot, even if you didn’t realize it?
you hate not knowing. hate how it makes you feel like a child again — helpless and unsettled. desperate for answers no one’s willing to give.
maybe that’s what this really is. not fear. not obsession. just the ache of a memory that refuses to resurface.
he’s a question mark in human form. and you’ve never been good with uncertainty.
you don’t see him again for days.
which should be a relief. it should give you space to think, to forget. but it doesn’t. it just makes everything louder. the silence, the questions, the feeling in your gut that something is watching you — or waiting.
your sleep turns thin and restless. shadows stretch too long across your walls. you start leaving your bedroom light on. just in case.
one night, you wake up at 3:12 a.m., heart racing for no reason at all. it takes a second to realize what pulled you out of sleep — a sound. something light. deliberate.
a knock?
you hold your breath. wait. nothing.
you get up anyway.
there’s no one at the door. of course not. but something catches your eye as you start to turn back — something lying just at the edge of your doormat. small. folded. a piece of paper.
you hesitate, then pick it up. it’s blank on the outside. no name. no writing. nothing.
you open it slowly.
inside, in rushed, almost messy handwriting, are six words:
“do you really not remember me?”
your throat goes tight. your first instinct is to look around, scan the hallway, check the peephole twice. there’s no one.
no sound.
just that question burning in your hands.
do you really not remember me?
your fingers shake a little as you fold it back up. your brain is moving too fast and not fast enough at the same time. and that feeling — the one that’s been gnawing at you for days — it blooms in your chest like a scream that never makes it out.
because now it’s real. now you know you aren’t imagining it. the familiarity, the tension, the way your spine goes rigid every time you see him —
he knows you.
he’s known you.
and maybe you did know him once, too. maybe you still do, buried under everything you’ve forgotten on purpose.
you think about the look in his eyes that first night. the way he never said a word. the stillness of him.
you think of the hallway. the sound that woke you. the note.
you think of how you told your friend the other day, half-laughing, half-serious: “there’s someone watching me, it’s my anxiety.”
but what if it’s more than that?
what if it’s not just in your head?
what if it’s him?
───
it hits you in the middle of folding laundry.
something about the way your fingers move. something about the light slanting in through the kitchen window. warm, but not comforting. and all at once, you’re not in your apartment anymore.
you’re in a house. someone else’s. maybe your own. there’s music playing — muffled through a closed door. a cheap stereo with tinny speakers. old j-pop, the kind that loops endlessly on cassettes. the wallpaper is peeling in one corner.
and then—
a voice. soft. younger. yours.
"why do you always hide when they come home?"
someone's sitting in the hallway. knees pulled to their chest. head down. shadows in the space between them like they’re both in different dimensions.
and then he looks up.
not the man in the stairwell. not riki, not yet. just a boy. sharp eyes, hollow cheeks, hair too long in front. there’s a cut on his lip. fading purple under his eye.
“because it’s safer,” he says.
the air warps around that line, like heat off asphalt. she wants to reach for him, wants to say something back, but the memory curls tighter around her, swallowing the end of it before she can hold on.
then it’s gone.
just like that.
you blink down at the pile of laundry in your lap, hands gone still.
your chest feels tight. throat aching, like you swallowed something heavy. the apartment feels colder than it should. that voice — his voice — still rings somewhere in your bones.
because you’ve heard it before. not recently. years ago.
and suddenly you’re thinking about your father’s anger. how he used to break things before he yelled. how sometimes he didn’t yell at all. how the silence always scared you more. how you stopped inviting friends over after age ten. how there was one boy you let in. once.
his name—
you press the heel of your palm to her forehead, hard, like you can shake it loose.
it won’t come. not yet.
but the shape of it is there, curling at the edges of a memory like smoke. and the boy with the bruised mouth and quiet eyes — he's not a stranger.
not even close.
later that night, you can't sleep.
there's a weight on your chest that won’t lift no matter how you shift under the sheets. it’s not insomnia — it’s memory. something clawing at the back of your skull, begging to be seen.
so you get up.
the air in the apartment is too still. even the hum of the fridge feels distant. you don't bother with the lights. just moving barefoot and slow, like any noise might scare the truth away.
the closet in the hallway creaks when you open it. you kneel. pushing past shoeboxes, tangled cords, the mess of forgotten things. until your hand hits the one you’re looking for.
a red box. scuffed corners. cheap velvet peeled at the edges. inside: scraps of a childhood. yours.
old keychains, broken friendship bracelets, polaroids faded to brown. concert tickets. a snow globe from sapporo. and then—
a photograph.
creased down the center. color bleeding with age. a summer day, maybe. you’re younger. seven or eight. awkward teeth, sunburnt nose, some awful haircut her mother swore looked cute. and beside you —
a boy.
not smiling. just… there. close, but not touching. eyes dark and watchful even then.
and it’s him.
riki.
only it wasn’t his name back then, was it? he went by ni-ki.
your breath catches. you sit back on your heels, heart thudding in your ears.
how could you forget? they lived on the same street. just four houses down. his mom used to walk him to school until she didn’t anymore. and then he stopped coming altogether.
after that, he vanished. until now.
until the stairwell. until the way he didn’t speak but looked at her like he knew everything.
you swallow the sick twist in your stomach. the sudden, sharp cold shivering down your spine.
why was he back?
and why you?
you leave the photo on the kitchen island.
maybe it’s careless, maybe even stupid, but you tell yourself it’ll make more sense in the morning. you’ll wake up, look at it with clearer eyes, and it won’t feel like your chest is caving in. besides, you live alone. and it’s just a photo.
just a photo.
you drag yourself to the couch, the blanket scratchy against your legs, exhaustion curling into your limbs like smoke. you fall asleep fast — but it’s the wrong kind of sleep. thick, dreamless, heavy with something you can’t name. a noise pulls at you. a door. or a voice. or your own heart cracking open.
you wake up just as the first light creeps through the windows. your mouth is dry. your tongue tastes like copper.
something is off.
you walk into the kitchen, still half in a fog—and stop.
the photo is gone.
you freeze, staring at the empty spot where it had been, your thoughts moving too fast and too slow all at once. the red box is still there. untouched. the lid sitting open like a mouth waiting to swallow more. you check the floor. under the fridge. between papers. nothing.
no one could’ve taken it.
the door was locked. the windows haven’t budged. you were here. you were alone.
a chill slides down your spine, sharp and crawling. you think of him again. the way he looked at you in the stairwell. not confused. not curious.
just watching.
like he already knew what you would find.
your breath catches. you don’t even realize you’ve backed up until your shoulder hits the wall.
you don’t understand what’s happening, but something is— and it’s closing in.
the silence hums in your ears. the wind slips against the glass like breath. and then you see it.
something on the kitchen table.
not the photo. but something folded.
small. white. placed exactly where the photo had been.
your name is written on the front.
in handwriting you almost recognize.
you stare at the folded paper like it might burn through the table. your name, in soft, slanted letters—almost familiar, like a half-remembered dream. the kind you wake up from with your chest tight and eyes wet, but can’t explain to anyone without sounding insane.
your fingers hesitate.
you don’t want to touch it. you want to burn it. you want to leave the apartment and never come back.
but your hand moves anyway, like it isn’t yours. like you’re being pulled by something older than memory.
the paper is heavier than it looks. the kind of paper someone saves. the kind that lives in boxes under beds, waiting to be found.
you unfold it slowly. deliberately.
the first line makes your stomach drop:
“you used to laugh with your whole face.”
your throat tightens. your vision blurs at the edges. you keep reading.
“i remember when you were afraid of thunderstorms. you’d hide under the table with that stuffed bear. the one with the missing eye.”
you sink into the nearest chair. it creaks beneath you. your heartbeat pounds in your ears like thunder.
how does he know that?
no one remembers that.
not even your mother—too busy fighting shadows of men who never stayed long enough to learn your name.
you blink hard, trying to push away the sting in your eyes. your hand shakes as you reach the last line:
“it’s okay if you don’t remember me. i remember you.”
the note isn’t signed.
but you already know who it’s from.
and you’re not sure if that makes it better… or so much worse.
you find yourself standing at the corner of the street, unsure of where to go or how to breathe. the note is heavy in your hand, the words on it are still too real. still too impossible to wrap your mind around.
but you can’t ignore it anymore. you’ve been running from something, running from the truth, but it’s all catching up with you. and it starts with one thing—one person—who might just hold the answers.
you text jake. i need to talk to you.
he replies almost immediately: come over. i’ll make coffee.
you don’t hesitate. your body moves before your brain can catch up.
jake’s apartment smells like coffee, like books, and like something homey you can’t quite place. you’ve always liked it here—quiet, safe, with jake’s easy smile and the way he always listens like he doesn’t have a million things on his plate.
but today, when he opens the door, his smile falters. his eyes linger on the note in your hand before he invites you in.
“what’s going on?” he asks, his voice soft. “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“worse,” you murmur, sitting down at the kitchen table. “riki. the guy from my apartment building. the one i’ve been thinking about.”
jake’s face changes. his usual calm demeanor cracks for a split second, but it’s enough. enough to make you sit up straighter, enough to make your heart skip a beat.
“what do you mean, the guy you’ve been thinking about?” he asks carefully. “y/n, you’ve been telling me you’ve never met him before. he’s just some weird guy who shows up at random times. are you sure you’re okay?”
you hesitate. the note is still in your hand. you want to show it to him, but something holds you back. you can’t explain this to him without sounding insane.
“he knows things, jake. about me. about my childhood. stuff no one would know.” you pause, swallowing hard. “it’s like he’s been... watching me.”
the silence in the room thickens. jake stands still, his hands gripping the edge of the table. you can feel his mind working through it, piecing things together. finally, he exhales sharply.
“you know who he is, don’t you?” jake’s voice cracks just a little, and you hate that you can hear it.
“he’s riki,” you whisper. “i know it.”
jake looks like he’s just seen a ghost too. but it’s worse than that. it’s betrayal, old wounds you never knew were still there.
“how do you know him?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
jake runs a hand through his hair, his face tight with something you can’t read. "riki... he was my best friend back home. we were inseparable when we were kids, after he randomly showed up one day. before everything in his home town happened. before he disappeared from there."
you lean forward, your heart racing. "why did he disappear?"
jake looks away, his eyes shadowed with memories. "riki got tangled up in some bad stuff, y/n. things that don’t go away, things that ruin people. he got in with the wrong crowd—gangs, debts, all kinds of shit. he disappeared from there too and... no one ever really knew what happened. but the rumors started. they said he ran. he left everything behind."
your throat tightens. “but... he didn’t.”
jake’s gaze is heavy, dark. “no. he didn’t. he’s been trying to stay hidden ever since. but some ghosts don’t stay buried, y/n.”
your chest tightens. you’ve been living in the shadow of something you can’t even remember fully. and now it’s back.
───
later that night, you find yourself standing in front of riki’s door, your heart hammering in your chest. you knock once, twice, and wait.
the door opens slowly, and riki stands there, eyes wide, almost guilty. he looks different in the light, darker somehow, worn and tired. but the same fire is still there. it’s still riki.
“you know, don’t you?” he says, his voice tight, like he’s holding something back.
you nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “you disappeared. you ran. kept running. and i don’t understand why.”
riki’s eyes flicker with something—pain, maybe. “it’s not that simple. there’s things you don’t know, things i can’t tell you.”
you step closer, ignoring the hesitation in your chest. “i need to know, riki. everything. i need you to tell me.”
his jaw clenches. but then he opens the door wider, his shoulders slumping as he gestures for you to come inside.
you step into his dimly lit apartment, your heart racing. the room feels charged with something unspoken, like the air is holding its breath.
“i didn’t want you to get involved in all of this,” riki says, his voice raw. “but now that you know, i can’t just leave you hanging.”
you take a step forward, your hand trembling as you reach for him, the tension between you unbearable. “you’re not alone in this anymore, riki. i’m here.”
he looks at you, eyes haunted, like he’s trying to decide if he can trust you. then, without warning, his lips crash against yours.
you freeze for a second, the intensity of it taking you by surprise. but then your body reacts, pulling him closer, kissing him back with everything you’ve been holding in. it’s messy, desperate, like neither of you knows what’s happening but can’t stop it.
his hands are everywhere—on your waist, your back, your neck—like he’s trying to memorize you, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.
your heart is racing, your body pressed against his, and for a moment, everything feels like it’s on fire.
riki pulls back, his breathing shallow, his forehead resting against yours. the tension between you two is still there, but it's different now — softer, like a thread connecting you in a way neither of you can fully explain.
"y/n," he says, his voice low but intense, trembling slightly. "there are things i never wanted to tell you, things i couldn't bear to say. i thought it would be easier to push you away, to make you hate me before you found out... but i can't do it anymore. i can't keep lying to myself."
you step back a little, your chest tightening as you watch him. his eyes are full of so many emotions—regret, pain, love—but it’s the last one that makes your heart ache with something you didn’t expect.
"i’ve been in this dark place for so long, y/n. i never thought i could get out of it. i pushed everyone away, especially you, because i knew if i let you in, you’d see the mess i am... but you’re the only one who’s ever mattered. i’ve always known it, even when i was too afraid to admit it. i love you."
his words hang in the air, raw and vulnerable. and you feel something inside of you break wide open—something you’ve been trying so hard to protect, trying to hide.
“i’ve always loved you,” riki continues, his voice softer now, almost like he’s confessing a secret that’s been buried for too long. “even when i tried to run from it, even when i tried to push you away... you were always the one. always.”
you can barely find your voice, overwhelmed by the tenderness in his words. "riki, i—"
but he shakes his head, cutting you off gently. "no, listen. i know i’ve hurt you. i know i’ve been distant, but everything i did... i did it because i was scared. scared of losing you. scared of what you’d think of me if you knew everything. but i can’t hide anymore. not from you. i’ve never stopped loving you. not even for a second.”
tears sting the back of your eyes, but you blink them away, letting his confession settle inside you. your heart feels too full, too full of emotions you don’t know how to contain. you take a deep breath, your voice trembling when you finally speak.
“i’m not going anywhere, riki,” you whisper, the words catching in your throat. “i never was. i don’t care about the past... i don’t care about what happened before. i care about you. i’ve always cared about you.”
for a moment, neither of you moves. the world feels so quiet, like everything has stopped, and it’s just the two of you in this space—this moment where everything you’ve both been hiding finally comes to light.
riki steps closer, his hands gently cupping your face, his thumbs brushing over your skin. his eyes are soft now, almost like he’s memorizing every detail of you, like he never wants to forget this moment.
“can i kiss you again?” he asks, his voice so soft, so unsure. it’s like he’s asking for permission, like he’s afraid of making the wrong move.
you nod, your breath catching in your throat. “please,” you whisper.
and then, his lips are on yours, gentle but urgent, like everything he’s held inside of him is pouring into this kiss. his hands slide to your back, pulling you closer, and you melt into him. you kiss him back with everything you’ve been holding onto, everything you’ve been feeling but never knew how to say.
when you pull back, both of you breathless, riki presses his forehead to yours, his hands resting gently on your hips. his eyes are full of that same tenderness, that same love that’s been there all along.
“i love you, y/n,” he whispers again, this time with more certainty, more peace. “and i always will. no matter what.”
and in that moment, you know, without a doubt, that everything—every question, every fear, every hesitation—has been worth it. because now, in this space, with him, everything feels right.
“i love you too, riki,” you say softly, the words more sure now. “i always will.”
and the kiss that follows is more than just passion—it’s a promise.
he breaks the kiss and leads you to his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed. he pulls you onto his lap and crashes his lips against yours once again.
but this kiss, it’s different than the others.
it’s hot. fiery. desperate.
his tongue bullies its way into your mouth, fighting for dominance which you happily give him. as you continue making out, he becomes increasingly handsy. they fly from your jaw, to your shoulder blades, sliding down to rest on your ass. he grips your clothed flesh with desire.
and that's when you feel it—the unmistakable hardness settled between his legs. pressed against your burning hot core.
you gasped into his lips and he swallowed it up eagerly.
he rolled your hips down onto his crotch, seeking friction to ease his hard on. groaning into the kiss, he broke it, tilting his head back.
you carefully observed how his adam’s apple bobbed each time he swallowed, your self control fading into nothing. reaching out to grab his neck, you lightly apply pressure as you leave sloppy, wet kisses all over his jaw. your eyes drop to his collarbones, noticing his hoodie getting in the way.
you shift in his lap, knees sinking further into his bed as your hands find his shoulders for balance. riki looks up at you, eyes half-lidded, lips parted slightly like he’s caught between breath and want. his hoodie is bunched up from where your fingers had tugged at the hem earlier, and when you reach for it again, he doesn’t stop you.
you pull it over his head slowly, your fingers grazing warm skin as the fabric slides up and off. beneath it, he’s wearing a black tank top that clings to him in all the right places—soft cotton stretched over lean muscle, tracing the shape of his chest and the dip of his waist.
his collarbones catch the low light of the room, sharp and defined, leading down to the elegant curve of his neck. you can see the slight rise and fall of it as he swallows, your gaze drifting lower to the sculpted line of his biceps, muscles flexing subtly under your weight, like he’s holding back.
he looks devastating like this—relaxed and bare in a way that feels forbidden, like you’re seeing something no one else is allowed to.
"you’re staring," he says quietly, a flicker of amusement in his voice, but there's a softness to it too, like he doesn’t mind being seen this way. like he wants you to look.
you smile, brushing your fingers across his shoulder, down his arm, feeling the strength beneath the surface. "can you blame me?"
he laughs under his breath, hands settling at your hips, warm and steady. "not really."
you lean in closer, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck, right where it meets his collarbone. he shivers under your touch, and you feel it in your core—how easy it is to fall into him, how right it feels to be here like this.
you push him further on his bed, his back hitting the soft comforter, hands never leaving your hips.
he captures your lips once again in a kiss that's delicate, like he’s trying to process everything but he can’t. are you really here with him right now? his childhood best friend who he forced himself to cut contact with—but then again, did he ever really cut contact with you? he had to make sure you were okay one way or another, so he watched from the shadows. even if it meant sacrificing his greatest love. you.
as if you could sense the gears overheating in his brain, you pull away from him and stare into his familiar brown eyes. he pouts and you see a glimpse of ni-ki. the scared, eight year old who you’d give up anything to protect.
he cradles your face like you’re made of glass and whispers, “are you sure you want this, angel? because once i start… i don’t think i’ll be able to stop.”
you nod your head, but that doesn’t seem to be enough for him, “words, baby. i need words, hmm?” you bite back a flustered smile, “yeah ni-ki, i want this. you.”
he grins hearing his childhood name fall out of your soft, sweet lips and picks you up off his lap so he can rest with his back against the headboard.
settling back on his thighs, and becoming increasingly impatient, you roll your hips against his, surprising him.
he lets out a breathy moan, urging you to continue. you want to hear each of his pretty sounds.
pressing your clothed clit into the tip of his dick, he closes his eyes, biting his lip. you feel him pulsing beneath you, the thin layer of his sweats not doing much to hide his arousal.
neither of you have ever been this turned on just by kissing, heavy petting, and grinding. but neither of you dare to stop. it feels too good, like a craving you’ve subconsciously had.
riki pauses the movement of your hips, being the first one to break this careful, but familiar, tension between you two. “baby, give me a sec. i’m c-close,” he mutters.
wanting to see what he looks like when he finishes, you grin, dragging your hips down harder and slower, in a teasing manner. he groans, but with the same teasing energy, bucks his hips up into yours, allowing you to feel just how big he is—and he knows it, too. judging by your reaction, he can tell it’s been a while since you’ve both been intimate with someone else.
feeling his release closer than he’d say out loud, he takes control of your movements, speeding them up. you can feel how badly he needs this. how desperate he needs you.
the friction of his covered cock rubbing repeatedly on your sensitive clit, feels better than anything you’ve ever tried with others or yourself. you’re both panting, forehead to forehead, when everything comes crashing down. riki releases into his gray sweats, making a mess. he swears he’s never cum that hard. and your panties get increasingly sticky and uncomfortable.
basking in the aftermath of your shared orgasm, riki gently holds you by the waist, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. lots of “you did great,” “that felt so good, baby,” and a lot of whining. “i need you so bad,” “please, angel, i’ll make you feel so so good.”
who are you to deny your first and only love?
you slowly stand on wobbly legs, stripping, giving riki a show.
he gawks as you remove each item of clothing, starting with your shirt. he’s surprised you aren’t wearing a bra but when your perky tits come into his eyesight, he’s right in front of you. grabbing—licking—whatever’s closest to his mouth and hands.
feeling a bit exposed, while he’s still fully clothed, you whimper into his mouth, silently asking him to take his clothes off as well.
speeding up the process, he rips his tank top off and finally. finally. you get a glimpse of what he always hides under his baggy hoodies. sculpted by the greek gods, you nearly drool at his defined torso. reaching out to drag a hand down his abs, riki shivers at your gentle, yet burning, touch.
you back him up so he sits on his bed and slowly sink to your knees. he leans back on his palms, quiet, but watching you like a hawk. you bring a hand up to cup his bulge, not caring about the sticky stain he’s left.
he groans, low, hot, and it goes straight to your wetness, practically leaking on his floor.
with your hands gripping his waistband, you look up into his dark eyes, clouded with lust, and he nods lifting his hips. yanking his sweats down, you’re met with his hard cock, slapping his abs. “no boxers, huh?” you smugly ask, as if he anticipated this. “nah, not when i’m relaxing, sweetheart.” sweetheart. the name he called you the last day you saw him as kids.
staring at his flushed cock, you lick your lips, ready to devour the man sitting in front of you.
you start by gripping his base, your fingers not fully wrapping around him. how the fuck are you supposed to fit him inside your mouth? a problem you’ve never faced, but for riki? you’d be stupid not to choke on it.
giving his tip sweet little kitten licks, you dig your tongue into his slit, as if you were trying to drink up all his precum. “fuck,” he grunts out, hoping you didn’t discover how sensitive he was at his tip.
he thinks you didn’t, but he should really know better.
you focus all your attention on his swollen head, sucking softly and jerking off the rest of his lengthy dick. his back falls flat, resting on his bed, while he lets out a symphony of moans.
abruptly, you pull off him and when he leans up on his elbows to see why, he’s met with the sight of spit falling from your lips, landing right on his tip. then, his vision goes white.
you lean down, shoving him in your mouth, lips stretched around his girth.
you take him halfway, and the stretch alone is painful already. knowing this might be an issue, riki speaks up, “fuck, you don’t have to take all of me, this already feels so—” but you cut him off, when you sink your mouth further, his tip hitting your throat.
you swallow around him and he whimpers. he’s never felt anything like this before.
when he’s tried to hook up with girls in the past, they normally gave up after a minute of trying to unhinge their jaw to please him.
but with you? he should’ve known you’d be the one to make him proud.
noticing how surprised he is, you start bobbing your head up and down, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth.
it’s messy, wet, and loud. but neither of you care. not when riki is whimpering beneath you so prettily.
his tip repeatedly slams into the back of your throat, making you gag but it just turns him on more. his thighs start to tense and he knows he’s close to his second orgasm.
feeling him twitch in your mouth, you hollow your cheeks and ignore the tears streaming down your face. only focused on his pleasure. you know exactly what will push him over the edge, so you bring your mouth up his cock, lips wrapped carefully around his tip.
swirling your tongue around it, occasionally focusing on his slit, you bring one hand up to his balls and the other to wrap around his base, applying pressure to the vein running along his shaft.
one second later, your mouth gets flooded with his sticky, hot cum. rope after rope shooting from his enlarged tip. his dick is pulsing in your mouth and his cum never ends. it’s spilling out of your mouth onto the floor, but you try and swallow everything you can, not wanting to waste even a drop.
his chest is rapidly rising and falling when you pull off of him with a pop. you wipe your mouth with the sleeve of your shirt and smile sweetly at him, acting like you didn’t just suck him so good his soul left his body.
“damn, baby, didn’t know you wanted me that bad.” he says through a smirk. “calm down nishimura, i could’ve filled up a gallon of water with how much you came,” you bite back. he just looks at your tear stained cheeks and a sense of pride swells in his chest.
while he’s lost in his thoughts, you stand up, knees bruised from his hardwood floor.
glancing between his legs, you notice he’s still hard. how much cum does he have for you? you wonder, taking off your jeans and panties in one go.
now that you’re both fully naked, riki gets up off his bed and approaches you, holding one of your hands. he spins you around, taking in your fully nude body for the first time.
noticing his staring, you open your mouth, “are you just gonna stare or fuck me?”
smoothly, he leads you to lie down on his bed, “patience, princess, be good for me while i take care of you, yeah?” oh you’re gone already.
he leans down to kiss you and your hands find his nape, gently grabbing the hair trailing down his neck.
you mistook riki for an ass guy, when his fascination with your tits makes you break the kiss. he’s sucking gently on your right nipple, his free hand finding your left boob.
moaning gently, you tip your head back into his pillow that smells like comfort, and something musky, but it’s something extremely riki. you instinctively arch into his touch, bare core desperately grinding into the air of his bedroom, desperate for friction.
he senses your neediness, bringing his stiff cock down to rub between your soaked folds. his tip catches your clit, eliciting soft whimpers from your parted lips. using your slick as lube, he lines himself up, stopping before he goes further. “condom?” he sweetly asks. you whisper, under your breath, “n-no, i’m on birth—,” however, you don’t get to answer him when you feel his tip slide into your awaiting hole.
both moaning in relief, he stays with just his tip in, preparing you for the stretch that’s about to come. you relax a bit, a signal for him to push a bit further, cutting off his action with a loud moan.
it’s better than any porn he could dream of, and he’s only about two inches in. the sheer girth of him alone makes it feel like he’s splitting you open in the best way possible.
you look down, thinking he’s halfway in, when in reality, he’s about a fourth of the way inside you. meeting his eyes, he senses your nerves, bringing a hand down to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves.
it helps distract you from the pain, allowing him to slide half way in. he groans at the sensation of your warm, wet walls, engulfing his aching cock. “baby, you gotta relax… you’re s’tight,” he drunkenly mumbles. you can only whimper in response, exhaling as you try to calm down.
once your breathing has returned to a normal state, riki slowly pushes in more, but it all comes to a halt when you wrap your legs around his torso, pulling him all the way in.
he moans, caught off guard, guessing your patience snapped like a thin wire.
as his thick length rests inside you, you can’t help but let out a string of moans, incoherently babbling about how big he feels, and how deep he’s reaching.
“f-fuck. baby, please, can—can i move?” he forces out. you hum in agreement.
he slowly pulls out until only his tip is sheathed inside your warm pussy, then pushes back in all the way. your eyes roll into the back of your head, “fuck. s—s’big, riks.” his pace steadily increases until he notices how your boobs bounce with each thrust he gives you.
he brings his head down, lips wrapping around one of the perky budd, giving you even more pleasure than you knew what to do with.
loud moans grace his ears, the only other sound being skin slapping.
his attention is dragged back to your face when one of your hands reaches for his and brings it up to your neck. his pace falters for a bit until his face contorts, realization dawning over his lust filled features. “oh? does my baby wanna be choked? dirty slut.” you nod in response.
feeling the pressure of his cold ring clad fingers wrapping around your burning flesh, you let out a sigh of relief, the tension in your tummy building at a rapid pace.
riki suddenly pulls out of you, flipping you on all fours, placing a pillow under your stomach. he drags your hips up, kneading the plumpness of your ass. he slams back into you, reaching even deeper in your guts, as he hovers over your back.
“you like feelin’ me this deep, hm?” he takes your hand and places it over the bump you feel with every thrust. your noises are muffled by his bed, which ticks him off—he wants to hear every sound that slips through your mouth. noticing that you liked things a bit rough, he pulls your hair, bringing you flush against the hardness of his chest.
he stills inside you, letting you feel every inch, twitch, and pulse. he’s holding off his orgasm for as long as he can, but he’s not sure how long he can last when you keep clenching around him.
he knows it’s unintentional, but it feels too good, he just needs a second.
you can feel him breathing down your neck when you begin to move. he tries stopping you, but to no avail, you start bouncing on his stiffened cock.
“f-fuck. gonna—cum,” he moans when he attempts to pull out. you push him back down, needing to feel him fill you up. “no. inside,” is all you can muster when he makes a sound of confusion.
slowly gaining confidence, you turn around, and flip him over so you’re on top of him.
flustered by the change in positions, riki gasps when you start to move. his hand finds your clit, rubbing in tight circles.
the band in your stomach starts building, fueling both of your desperation.
your orgasm comes crashing down in waves, pushing riki to buck his hips up, fucking you through it. “that’s it, baby, let it out. c’mon, be a good girl f’me and make a mess,” he mutters out, wanting to prolong your pleasure for as long as he can.
as you cum, your walls uncontrollably clench around his dick, making it harder for him to slide in and out. he starts to chase his own high, gently placing your head back on his pillow and picking up your legs to rest on his shoulders.
he pistons in and out of you, mind hazy, consumed with the need to cum inside of you.
groaning, he stills in your abused cunt, flooding you with the gift of his cum. each pulse, you clench around his hard cock, milking him dry.
he’s on cloud nine, feeling the way you’re taking everything he could possibly offer you.
just as he thinks he’s nearing the end of his high, you whisper in a sultry voice, “you’re still hard, riks,” which makes his skin flush a deep red. his balls tighten and somehow a couple more ropes of cum shoot into your womb. he doesn’t know what you do to him, “take it out on me, baby, i can’t imagine how pent up you must be…” and that does it for him.
wanting to try something new, he straddles your torso, pushing your plush tits together. he aligns his sensitive cock between the flesh and slowly slides through. you stick your tongue out, trying to lick his tip each time it peeks between your boobs.
his cock is nearly too thick for your tits to wrap around him, but he doesn’t care. the sight is more than enough for him to finish.
he’s already close.
the sensitivity gets to him when you begin to hold your tits together, giving him an unobstructed view of you. each time your tongue laps at his slit, he feels himself growing closer to the high he so badly craves.
what really does it for him, is when you spit between your breasts, further lubing his cock. with a low, drawn-out moan, he paints your tits and face with his cum. the sight is too much, his balls go into overdrive, pulsing out more and more ropes of his white, messy load.
your mouth hangs open, wanting to taste more of the salty substance. he thinks you’re perfect.
he collapses on top of you, feeling spent and tired. it’s only when you whine about the stickiness between your legs, on your boobs, and on your face that he gets out of bed, rushing to his bathroom.
he makes his way back over to you with a warm washcloth, and the softest touch you’ve ever felt. he gently cleans the mess he made, only now realizing how much cum he gave you.
and you took all of it. his good girl.
once he’s done wiping away his mess, he picks you up bridal style, heading back to his bathroom. to your surprise, he drew you a bath, with scented candles—lavender. he remembered your favorite.
he helps you into the tub, climbing in behind you. he shampoos your hair, conditions it, and even washes your body with such care, it brings tears to your eyes.
after many hushed whispers, he drains the bathtub, helping you dry off and get into your (his) clothes.
you both get back into his bed, snuggled against one another, riki’s embrace wrapped around you warmer than any blanket could provide.
“riki?” you whisper, afraid to shatter the delicate silence. he hums in response. “please don’t leave me again,” you say trembling, a silent tear slipping down your cheek.
he turns you to face him, “hey, hey, hey, baby, i’m right here. and i know what i did was shitty, you deserved an explanation. but. i couldn’t let you get caught up in what i was doing. it was risky, i couldn’t be what you deserve,” he croaks out, tears wetting his lashes. now it was your turn to comfort him, “oh my riki,” you cooed, cradling his face.
“you did what you had to do, but what’s important is that you’re here now. with me. okay?” you plant the softest kiss on his plump lips. “okay,” he says with a small smile.
you don’t let go. neither does he. his hands stay on your waist, tentative but needing, like he’s still trying to memorize the feel of you. your fingers linger against his jaw, your thumb brushing the damp skin beneath his eye. there’s silence between you, but it’s no longer heavy—just full. thick with everything that couldn’t be said before.
his lips brush against yours again—slower this time, deeper. like a question. and an answer. you lean in, the way you sigh into him. it’s not desperate, not rushed. it’s reverent.
when he pulls back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath is shaky. “i missed you,” he whispers, voice barely audible. “missed you so much i forgot how to breathe without it hurting.”
you cup his face in both hands now, heart aching in the best way. “i’m here. i’m not going anywhere.”
and then you kiss him again—like a vow sealed in warmth and want. like a beginning.
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It Was Never Just Fun
part two
part three
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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The music inside the party was deafening, the bass rattling through y/n’s chest as she weaved through the crowd. It smelled like expensive perfume and alcohol, bodies pressed together in the dimly lit room, but she didn’t care about any of it. Not when her eyes were locked on him.
Riki was leaning against the bar, laughing at something a girl whispered in his ear. She was close—too close—her manicured nails tracing along the sleeve of his jacket like she had every right to be there. And the worst part? He wasn’t stopping her.
Y/n felt her stomach twist, a sick, ugly feeling clawing at her insides. She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She just stood there, watching, feeling like an idiot for expecting anything different.
She should have left. Should have turned around and walked right out of the party like none of this mattered. But instead, she grabbed a drink off the nearest table and downed it in one go, ignoring the burn in her throat. She needed something—anything—to drown out the anger rising in her chest.
Because this wasn’t supposed to hurt.
They weren’t supposed to be like this.
They were just messing around—no strings, no feelings. That was the deal. That was what Riki wanted.
So why the fuck did it feel like she was suffocating?
She didn’t wait for him to notice her before she turned on her heel and stormed outside, the cold air slapping her in the face as she stepped onto the empty street.
She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care.
But she did.
And she hated herself for it.
y/n was halfway down the sidewalk when she heard footsteps behind her, heavy and hurried.
“Y/n—”
She clenched her jaw, her steps quickening. “Don’t.”
“Y/n, stop.”
His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a knife. She let out a bitter laugh but stopped anyway, turning to face him.
Riki stood there, breathing hard, his jaw tight. He looked frustrated—maybe even angry. Like she was the problem. Like she was the one making things complicated.
“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.
She let out a harsh laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“Yes, I am.” His voice was lower now, more serious. “You just disappeared. You could’ve at least told me—”
“Told you what, Riki?” she snapped, cutting him off. “That I was sick of standing there, watching you flirt with someone else like I don’t even fucking exist?”
His expression flickered, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Oh, fuck off,” she spat. “It’s always like that. Every single time.”
Riki dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “y/n, you knew what this was.”
She laughed again, but this time, it was empty. “Right. No feelings, no expectations. Just fucking and pretending like it means nothing.” She took a step closer, her voice lowering. “But here’s the thing, Riki—I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t care when I do. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with being just another girl you push aside when you get bored.”
His eyes darkened. “That’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it?” she challenged.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
And that was the problem, wasn’t it?
Riki felt something. She knew he did. It was in the way he kissed her when no one was looking, the way he always pulled her back in after every argument, the way he always found her in a crowded room like he couldn’t help himself.
But he would never say it.
Because if he admitted it, then it would be real. And if it was real, then he couldn’t just walk away when it got too much.
“Say it,” she pushed, her voice trembling now. “Say you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll walk away right now.”
He stared at her, his chest rising and falling, his hands clenched into fists like he was fighting some invisible war.
Seconds passed. Then more.
And then he shook his head. “You don’t get it.”
“No, you don’t get it,” she shot back. “You’re scared. You’re so fucking scared of actually feeling something that you’d rather push me away than admit it.”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.
And that was all the confirmation she needed.
y/n exhaled, taking a step back. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, but she forced herself to meet his gaze one last time.
“I can’t be the only one fighting for this, Riki.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now. “If you don’t want me, just say it. Say it so I can stop fucking hurting like this.”
Silence.
His lips parted like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.
Y/n nodded to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat. “That’s what I thought.”
She turned around and started walking, ignoring the way her vision blurred, ignoring the way her chest ached.
She kept waiting for him to stop her.
But he didn’t.
And that hurt more than anything else ever could.
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like she is a pink cute type of girl and ni-ki is the complete opppsite and they meet the boys for dah first time 😆
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: idolbf!riki x bubblygf!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: fluff
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
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Riki wasn’t nervous. He refused to be.
But as he stood outside enhypen’s dorm, hands buried deep in his pockets, he found himself exhaling a little too sharply rolling his shoulders as if to shake off an invisible weight.
It wasn’t that he feared his members wouldn’t like you, that was never a concern. If anything, they would like you too much. You had that effect on people—an effortless warmth, a presence that softened the edges of a room the moment you entered. Everything about you was warm, effortlessly charming, the kind of person who drew others in without even trying. He had seen it firsthand—how people softened in your presence, how even strangers seemed to linger a little longer in conversation with you.
And that’s what worried him
“They’re going to love you” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “A little too much, honestly.”
You turned to him, head tilting slightly, amusement dancing in your eyes. “And why is that a bad thing?”
“Because” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I’ll never hear the end of it.”
Before you could reply, the door swung open.
“There he is!” Jake greeted, leaning casually against the doorframe, his gaze flickered to you, and almost immediately, his brows lifted in surprise. His mouth parted slightly before curving into a grin. “and… wow. Hi.”
You offered a polite yet bright smile, shifting slightly closer to your boyfriend. “hi! It’s really nice to meet you.”
Jake hesitated for a beat before turning into the dorm. “Guys, Ni-ki brought someone—”
Riki groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh my god.”
You nudged him playfully, barely suppressing a laugh. “Told you this would be fun.”
Footsteps echoed down the hall as the rest of the members appeared one by one. jungwon approached first, his ever-leaderly composure intact, though curiosity gleamed in his eyes “hi, im jungwon” he said, offering a small smile. “we finally met you!”
“He speaks highly of us, right?” Heeseung quipped, leaning casually against the wall with an amused smirk.
Before Riki could shoot back a sarcastic remark, your soft laughter cut through. “Of course,” you said, nodding. “He talks about you all the time.”
Jay came up eager to see y/n’s presense, his lips curling into an amused smirk. “So, this is the girl who puts up with riki.”
You laughed softly, glancing at riki. “He’s not that bad.”
Sunghoon raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You sure?”
Riki huffed, shooting him a look “I’m right here, you know.”
Before anyone could add another remark, Sunoo stepped forward, eyes briefly scanning your outfit before landing on your nails. “You have really nice style,” he smiled making his eyes twinkle, tilting his head slightly. “The pink suits you.”
Your face lit up. “Thank you! I actually did my nails myself.”
Sunoo’s brows lifted in interest. “Really? That’s impressive. I tried once but got bored halfway through.”
You chuckled. “It takes patience, ki wouldn’t even let me try on him.”
riki scoffed. “Because you picked the brightest pink possible.”
Sunoo smirked. “Yeah… I get why he bailed.”
Laughter rippled through the group as the tension seamlessly melted away. The ease with which you engaged with them, the way you carried the conversation with natural warmth did not go unnoticed. It wasn’t just that they liked you—it was the way you effortlessly blended into the space, as if you’d always been there.
And predictably, the teasing began
“She’s cute” Jay remarked, crossing his arms as he studied riki with a smirk. “Like… really cute.”
Sunghoon nodded in agreement. “I feel like you’re the one who got adopted into her world, not the other way around.”
riki exhaled sharply, shaking his head as his ears tinged a faint shade of red “You guys are the worst.”
His gaze drifted back to you—still bright, still warm, already blending into his world so naturally it was almost hard to believe you hadn’t been there all along.
And suddenly, the teasing didn’t matter so much.
Because, for the first time that day…he realized something
He didn’t just want you to fit into his world.
He wanted to stay in yours, too.
He had spent the entire day dreading this moment, expecting relentless teasing and secondhand embarrassment. And sure, there would be no shortage of that. But watching you laugh, effortlessly fitting in, he felt something settle in his chest—something warm, something right.
Yes, you were his opposite in every way. But somehow, you made everything feel a little lighter. A little warmer.
And despite himself, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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can you write smthng about idol ni-ki with bubbly s/o??
like she is a pink cute type of girl and ni-ki is the complete opppsite and they meet the boys for dah first time 😆
Sweetest Contrast
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: idolbf!riki x bubblygf!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: fluff
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
—hello anon! Thank you for your request <3
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Riki wasn’t nervous. He refused to be.
But as he stood outside enhypen’s dorm, hands buried deep in his pockets, he found himself exhaling a little too sharply rolling his shoulders as if to shake off an invisible weight.
It wasn’t that he feared his members wouldn’t like you, that was never a concern. If anything, they would like you too much. You had that effect on people—an effortless warmth, a presence that softened the edges of a room the moment you entered. Everything about you was warm, effortlessly charming, the kind of person who drew others in without even trying. He had seen it firsthand—how people softened in your presence, how even strangers seemed to linger a little longer in conversation with you.
And that’s what worried him
“They’re going to love you” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “A little too much, honestly.”
You turned to him, head tilting slightly, amusement dancing in your eyes. “And why is that a bad thing?”
“Because” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I’ll never hear the end of it.”
Before you could reply, the door swung open.
“There he is!” Jake greeted, leaning casually against the doorframe, his gaze flickered to you, and almost immediately, his brows lifted in surprise. His mouth parted slightly before curving into a grin. “and… wow. Hi.”
You offered a polite yet bright smile, shifting slightly closer to your boyfriend. “hi! It’s really nice to meet you.”
Jake hesitated for a beat before turning into the dorm. “Guys, Ni-ki brought someone—”
Riki groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh my god.”
You nudged him playfully, barely suppressing a laugh. “Told you this would be fun.”
Footsteps echoed down the hall as the rest of the members appeared one by one. jungwon approached first, his ever-leaderly composure intact, though curiosity gleamed in his eyes “hi, im jungwon” he said, offering a small smile. “we finally met you!”
“He speaks highly of us, right?” Heeseung quipped, leaning casually against the wall with an amused smirk.
Before Riki could shoot back a sarcastic remark, your soft laughter cut through. “Of course,” you said, nodding. “He talks about you all the time.”
Jay came up eager to see y/n’s presense, his lips curling into an amused smirk. “So, this is the girl who puts up with riki.”
You laughed softly, glancing at riki. “He’s not that bad.”
Sunghoon raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You sure?”
Riki huffed, shooting him a look “I’m right here, you know.”
Before anyone could add another remark, Sunoo stepped forward, eyes briefly scanning your outfit before landing on your nails. “You have really nice style,” he smiled making his eyes twinkle, tilting his head slightly. “The pink suits you.”
Your face lit up. “Thank you! I actually did my nails myself.”
Sunoo’s brows lifted in interest. “Really? That’s impressive. I tried once but got bored halfway through.”
You chuckled. “It takes patience, ki wouldn’t even let me try on him.”
riki scoffed. “Because you picked the brightest pink possible.”
Sunoo smirked. “Yeah… I get why he bailed.”
Laughter rippled through the group as the tension seamlessly melted away. The ease with which you engaged with them, the way you carried the conversation with natural warmth did not go unnoticed. It wasn’t just that they liked you—it was the way you effortlessly blended into the space, as if you’d always been there.
And predictably, the teasing began
“She’s cute” Jay remarked, crossing his arms as he studied riki with a smirk. “Like… really cute.”
Sunghoon nodded in agreement. “I feel like you’re the one who got adopted into her world, not the other way around.”
riki exhaled sharply, shaking his head as his ears tinged a faint shade of red “You guys are the worst.”
His gaze drifted back to you—still bright, still warm, already blending into his world so naturally it was almost hard to believe you hadn’t been there all along.
And suddenly, the teasing didn’t matter so much.
Because, for the first time that day…he realized something
He didn’t just want you to fit into his world.
He wanted to stay in yours, too.
He had spent the entire day dreading this moment, expecting relentless teasing and secondhand embarrassment. And sure, there would be no shortage of that. But watching you laugh, effortlessly fitting in, he felt something settle in his chest—something warm, something right.
Yes, you were his opposite in every way. But somehow, you made everything feel a little lighter. A little warmer.
And despite himself, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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☁︎･ﾟ The Mist Thickens, Pulling You In…Step Deeper Into The Archive ⋆｡°·☁︎
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RIKI MASTERLIST ↴
A Quiet Night In
Just Us, Just Love
The Breaking Point
Unspoken Desires
It Was Never Just Fun
It Was Never Just Fun (2)
It Was Never Just Fun (3)
First Meeting
It Was Never Just Fun (three)
part one
part two
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!rikix female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst, suggestive
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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riki had never known silence could be this loud.
The kind that rings in your ears. Sits heavy on your chest. Makes you realize just how fucking empty everything feels without the person you love.
And y/n?
She had been his silence for a month now.
No texts. No calls. No second chances.
And the worst part? He knew he had no one to blame but himself.
y/n never thought she’d get over riki.
She thought the ache of missing him would sit in her chest forever, that the ghost of his touch would always linger on her skin.
But then, one day, she woke up, and it didn’t hurt as much.
And that terrified her.
Because it meant she was finally letting go.
And deep down, she didn’t want to.
She just needed a reason to hold on.
But riki never knew how to give her one.
So she forced herself to move on.
Or at least, she tried.
riki didn’t hesitate this time.
Didn’t overthink. Didn’t run. Didn’t let fear keep him from doing the one thing he should’ve done a long time ago.
He showed up at her door, heart pounding, hands clammy, breath shaky.
And then—
He knocked.
Nothing.
He knocked again.
And this time—
The door opened.
y/n stood there, hair messy from sleep, wearing the hoodie he had left at her place months ago.
And fuck, he had never missed someone more.
She blinked at him, slow and unreadable. “riki?”
His throat tightened. “Hey.”
A beat of silence.
Then she exhaled, crossing her arms. “What are you doing here?”
He swallowed hard. “I need to talk to you.”
She stared at him for a long moment. Then—
“riki, don’t—”
“No,” he cut in, voice cracking. “Just—please let me say this.”
She went quiet.
So he took a breath and said everything.
“I fucked up, y/n. I know that. I knew that even before you left. But I was scared. Scared of ruining things. Scared of not being enough for you. Scared of what it would mean if I let myself love you.”
Her breath hitched.
But he wasn’t done.
“I told myself it was just fun. That I could keep you close without really having you. That I could kiss you, touch you, want you—without giving you the one thing you always deserved.”
His voice broke.
“And I was so fucking wrong.”
y/n’s eyes were glossy now, lips slightly parted.
But she still didn’t say anything.
So he took a step closer.
“I love you, y/n,” he said, voice raw. “I have for so long, and I don’t want to be scared anymore.”
Silence.
Then—
“You’re an idiot.”
His heart dropped.
But before he could say anything, y/n moved.
Her hands fisted in his hoodie, yanking him down, and suddenly
She was kissing him.
riki froze for half a second before melting into her, his hands cupping her face, his heart hammering against his ribs.
She pulled away first, her forehead resting against his, her fingers still tangled in his hoodie.
“You took way too long to say that,” she muttered.
His lips twitched, breath shaky. “I know.”
She exhaled. “You’re lucky I love you too.”
His eyes burned. “Yeah?” he whispered
She nodded, her voice softer now. “Yeah.”
riki wasn’t sure how long they stood there, breathing the same air, foreheads pressed together, hearts racing.
But it still didn’t feel close enough.
Not after everything. Not after losing her. Not after spending a month trying to pretend he could exist without her.
He wasn’t running anymore.
So he kissed her again.
Slower this time.
Less desperate. More sure
y/n didn’t hesitate, she melted into him, her hands still curled into his hoodie, pulling him closer.
His fingers ghosted over her waist before gripping her hips, anchoring himself to her. His heartbeat was wild, erratic, but for the first time in weeks his mind wasn’t loud.
It was just her.
The way she sighed against his lips, the way her fingers traced the back of his neck, the way she kissed him like she had been waiting for this too.
She pulled away just enough to whisper “I hate you.”
His lips barely brushed against hers as he murmured, “No, you don’t.”
Her hands slipped under his hoodie, nails dragging lightly over his skin. He shivered.
She smirked. “Okay, I wanted to hate you.”
His jaw clenched. “I know.”
Her expression softened. “You really scared me, riki.”
He exhaled sharply, guilt gnawing at his chest. “I know that too.”
She searched his face, eyes flickering between his, as if trying to find something. “And you’re sure?” she asked, voice quieter now. “You’re not just saying this because you miss me?”
He tightened his grip on her waist, shaking his head. “I’m sure.”
She studied him for another long second.
Then—
“Prove it.”
He swallowed hard. “How?”
y/n’s lips parted, but instead of answering, she tugged him inside.
And riki followed without hesitation.
The door barely shut before Naomi was on him again, kissing him harder, more needy this time.
riki groaned against her lips, hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her, letting her legs wrap around his waist.
Her back hit the wall, a soft gasp slipping out, and something about the sound made riki’s head spin.
Because for the first time, this wasn’t about blurred lines or ignoring feelings.
This wasn’t about pretending it was just fun.
This was real. They were real.
And he was never fucking letting her go again.
The next morning, riki woke up before her.
The sun filtered in through the curtains, casting a golden glow on y/ns bare shoulder, she was still sleeping, her face turned into the pillow, her breathing slow and steady.
And riki just looked at her.
Really looked at her.
And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t scared of what came next.
Because he had already made his choice.
And it was her.
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It Was Never Just Fun (three)
part one
part two
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!rikix female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst, suggestive
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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riki had never known silence could be this loud.
The kind that rings in your ears. Sits heavy on your chest. Makes you realize just how fucking empty everything feels without the person you love.
And y/n?
She had been his silence for a month now.
No texts. No calls. No second chances.
And the worst part? He knew he had no one to blame but himself.
y/n never thought she’d get over riki.
She thought the ache of missing him would sit in her chest forever, that the ghost of his touch would always linger on her skin.
But then, one day, she woke up, and it didn’t hurt as much.
And that terrified her.
Because it meant she was finally letting go.
And deep down, she didn’t want to.
She just needed a reason to hold on.
But riki never knew how to give her one.
So she forced herself to move on.
Or at least, she tried.
riki didn’t hesitate this time.
Didn’t overthink. Didn’t run. Didn’t let fear keep him from doing the one thing he should’ve done a long time ago.
He showed up at her door, heart pounding, hands clammy, breath shaky.
And then—
He knocked.
Nothing.
He knocked again.
And this time—
The door opened.
y/n stood there, hair messy from sleep, wearing the hoodie he had left at her place months ago.
And fuck, he had never missed someone more.
She blinked at him, slow and unreadable. “riki?”
His throat tightened. “Hey.”
A beat of silence.
Then she exhaled, crossing her arms. “What are you doing here?”
He swallowed hard. “I need to talk to you.”
She stared at him for a long moment. Then—
“riki, don’t—”
“No,” he cut in, voice cracking. “Just—please let me say this.”
She went quiet.
So he took a breath and said everything.
“I fucked up, y/n. I know that. I knew that even before you left. But I was scared. Scared of ruining things. Scared of not being enough for you. Scared of what it would mean if I let myself love you.”
Her breath hitched.
But he wasn’t done.
“I told myself it was just fun. That I could keep you close without really having you. That I could kiss you, touch you, want you—without giving you the one thing you always deserved.”
His voice broke.
“And I was so fucking wrong.”
y/n’s eyes were glossy now, lips slightly parted.
But she still didn’t say anything.
So he took a step closer.
“I love you, y/n,” he said, voice raw. “I have for so long, and I don’t want to be scared anymore.”
Silence.
Then—
“You’re an idiot.”
His heart dropped.
But before he could say anything, y/n moved.
Her hands fisted in his hoodie, yanking him down, and suddenly
She was kissing him.
riki froze for half a second before melting into her, his hands cupping her face, his heart hammering against his ribs.
She pulled away first, her forehead resting against his, her fingers still tangled in his hoodie.
“You took way too long to say that,” she muttered.
His lips twitched, breath shaky. “I know.”
She exhaled. “You’re lucky I love you too.”
His eyes burned. “Yeah?” he whispered
She nodded, her voice softer now. “Yeah.”
riki wasn’t sure how long they stood there, breathing the same air, foreheads pressed together, hearts racing.
But it still didn’t feel close enough.
Not after everything. Not after losing her. Not after spending a month trying to pretend he could exist without her.
He wasn’t running anymore.
So he kissed her again.
Slower this time.
Less desperate. More sure
y/n didn’t hesitate, she melted into him, her hands still curled into his hoodie, pulling him closer.
His fingers ghosted over her waist before gripping her hips, anchoring himself to her. His heartbeat was wild, erratic, but for the first time in weeks his mind wasn’t loud.
It was just her.
The way she sighed against his lips, the way her fingers traced the back of his neck, the way she kissed him like she had been waiting for this too.
She pulled away just enough to whisper “I hate you.”
His lips barely brushed against hers as he murmured, “No, you don’t.”
Her hands slipped under his hoodie, nails dragging lightly over his skin. He shivered.
She smirked. “Okay, I wanted to hate you.”
His jaw clenched. “I know.”
Her expression softened. “You really scared me, riki.”
He exhaled sharply, guilt gnawing at his chest. “I know that too.”
She searched his face, eyes flickering between his, as if trying to find something. “And you’re sure?” she asked, voice quieter now. “You’re not just saying this because you miss me?”
He tightened his grip on her waist, shaking his head. “I’m sure.”
She studied him for another long second.
Then—
“Prove it.”
He swallowed hard. “How?”
y/n’s lips parted, but instead of answering, she tugged him inside.
And riki followed without hesitation.
The door barely shut before Naomi was on him again, kissing him harder, more needy this time.
riki groaned against her lips, hands gripping her thighs as he lifted her, letting her legs wrap around his waist.
Her back hit the wall, a soft gasp slipping out, and something about the sound made riki’s head spin.
Because for the first time, this wasn’t about blurred lines or ignoring feelings.
This wasn’t about pretending it was just fun.
This was real. They were real.
And he was never fucking letting her go again.
The next morning, riki woke up before her.
The sun filtered in through the curtains, casting a golden glow on y/ns bare shoulder, she was still sleeping, her face turned into the pillow, her breathing slow and steady.
And riki just looked at her.
Really looked at her.
And for the first time in his life, he wasn’t scared of what came next.
Because he had already made his choice.
And it was her.
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Can you write something about reader meeting Riki's mom and sisters ?? I think it would be super cute
hello anon! Thank u for ur request! I wrote this on the metro so I’m not sure if it feels rushed but I hope you like it!
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: fluff🤔
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y/n had met plenty of people in her life but standing outside riki’s family home felt different. This wasn’t some formal introduction or passing interaction. This was his family. The people who raised him, who knew him in ways she didn’t yet, and she wanted them to like her.
riki, of course, found her nerves amusing.
“You know they’re not scary, right?” he teased, hands in his pockets as he leaned closer to her.
y/n shot him a look. “Easy for you to say. You’re already their favorite.”
“I am their son.”
“Exactly, so I have to compete.”
riki rolled his eyes but smirked anyway. Before he could reassure her, the front door swung open, and his mom appeared with a bright smile.
“There you are! y/n, finally, we meet in person,” she said warmly, immediately reaching out to pull y/n into a hug.
y/n stiffened in surprise for only a second before relaxing into it. the hug wasn’t overwhelming—just warm, like an unspoken you’re welcome here.
“It’s really nice to meet you,” y/n said as they pulled apart, offering a genuine smile.
riki’s mom gave her a once-over, still smiling. “Even prettier than I expected. And you carry yourself so well—ah, I love you already.”
y/n felt her face heat up slightly. “That’s really sweet, thank you.”
Before she could say anything else, a small voice interrupted.
“So this is y/n.”
y/n turned her head to see konon leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyeing her with a smirk. Unlike misora, who stood beside her with a more neutral expression, konon had the kind of presence that made it clear she was the older sibling.
“I was wondering when riki would finally bring you over.” konon said, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer.
riki groaned. “Can we not make this weird?”
konon ignored him, instead looking y/n up and down before nodding. “You’re cool. I like you.”
y/n chuckled, feeling some of her nerves fade. “That’s a relief.”
misora, who had been quieter, finally spoke up. “I’m curious about something.”
y/n turned to her. “Yeah?”
misora tilted her head. “How do you handle him?” She pointed at riki.
y/n blinked before bursting into laughter. “Honestly? I just bully him back.”
konon cackled. “That’s the only correct answer.”
riki scoffed. “You guys are sick.”
His mom just smiled fondly. “Come inside. We were just about to have dinner.”
As y/n stepped in, konon threw an arm around her shoulders like they’d known each other forever, already talking about all the embarrassing childhood stories she planned to share. Meanwhile, misora nudged riki.
“She’s cool,” she said simply.
riki, watching y/n laugh as she got effortlessly pulled into their family dynamic, smiled softly.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I know.”
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It Was Never Just Fun
part two
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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The music inside the party was deafening, the bass rattling through y/n’s chest as she weaved through the crowd. It smelled like expensive perfume and alcohol, bodies pressed together in the dimly lit room, but she didn’t care about any of it. Not when her eyes were locked on him.
Riki was leaning against the bar, laughing at something a girl whispered in his ear. She was close—too close—her manicured nails tracing along the sleeve of his jacket like she had every right to be there. And the worst part? He wasn’t stopping her.
Y/n felt her stomach twist, a sick, ugly feeling clawing at her insides. She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She just stood there, watching, feeling like an idiot for expecting anything different.
She should have left. Should have turned around and walked right out of the party like none of this mattered. But instead, she grabbed a drink off the nearest table and downed it in one go, ignoring the burn in her throat. She needed something—anything—to drown out the anger rising in her chest.
Because this wasn’t supposed to hurt.
They weren’t supposed to be like this.
They were just messing around—no strings, no feelings. That was the deal. That was what Riki wanted.
So why the fuck did it feel like she was suffocating?
She didn’t wait for him to notice her before she turned on her heel and stormed outside, the cold air slapping her in the face as she stepped onto the empty street.
She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care.
But she did.
And she hated herself for it.
y/n was halfway down the sidewalk when she heard footsteps behind her, heavy and hurried.
“Y/n—”
She clenched her jaw, her steps quickening. “Don’t.”
“Y/n, stop.”
His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a knife. She let out a bitter laugh but stopped anyway, turning to face him.
Riki stood there, breathing hard, his jaw tight. He looked frustrated—maybe even angry. Like she was the problem. Like she was the one making things complicated.
“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.
She let out a harsh laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“Yes, I am.” His voice was lower now, more serious. “You just disappeared. You could’ve at least told me—”
“Told you what, Riki?” she snapped, cutting him off. “That I was sick of standing there, watching you flirt with someone else like I don’t even fucking exist?”
His expression flickered, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Oh, fuck off,” she spat. “It’s always like that. Every single time.”
Riki dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “y/n, you knew what this was.”
She laughed again, but this time, it was empty. “Right. No feelings, no expectations. Just fucking and pretending like it means nothing.” She took a step closer, her voice lowering. “But here’s the thing, Riki—I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t care when I do. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with being just another girl you push aside when you get bored.”
His eyes darkened. “That’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it?” she challenged.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
And that was the problem, wasn’t it?
Riki felt something. She knew he did. It was in the way he kissed her when no one was looking, the way he always pulled her back in after every argument, the way he always found her in a crowded room like he couldn’t help himself.
But he would never say it.
Because if he admitted it, then it would be real. And if it was real, then he couldn’t just walk away when it got too much.
“Say it,” she pushed, her voice trembling now. “Say you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll walk away right now.”
He stared at her, his chest rising and falling, his hands clenched into fists like he was fighting some invisible war.
Seconds passed. Then more.
And then he shook his head. “You don’t get it.”
“No, you don’t get it,” she shot back. “You’re scared. You’re so fucking scared of actually feeling something that you’d rather push me away than admit it.”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.
And that was all the confirmation she needed.
y/n exhaled, taking a step back. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, but she forced herself to meet his gaze one last time.
“I can’t be the only one fighting for this, Riki.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now. “If you don’t want me, just say it. Say it so I can stop fucking hurting like this.”
Silence.
His lips parted like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.
Y/n nodded to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat. “That’s what I thought.”
She turned around and started walking, ignoring the way her vision blurred, ignoring the way her chest ached.
She kept waiting for him to stop her.
But he didn’t.
And that hurt more than anything else ever could.
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It Was Never Just Fun (two)
part one.
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!rikix female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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Riki didn’t go back inside the party. He couldn’t.
Not when his mind was still stuck on the way y/n had looked at him—like she was done, like she was finally slipping through his fingers, and he had no one to blame but himself.
He stood there on the sidewalk long after she left, staring at the empty street, fists clenched at his sides. His whole body felt tense, like he was seconds away from breaking something.
She wanted him to say it.
To admit it.
But how the fuck was he supposed to say something that terrified him?
riki had never been good at feelings. He didn’t do relationships. Didn’t do commitment. It was easier not to care, to keep things simple.
But y/n wasn’t simple, She never had been.
And now, she was gone.
The thought alone made his stomach sink.
He pulled his phone out, fingers hovering over her contact. He wanted to text her—say something, anything to fix this. But what the fuck was he supposed to say?
“Sorry for being emotionally unavailable?”
“Sorry for acting like you didn’t mean something when you fucking do?”
He scoffed, shoving his phone back into his pocket. He had no right to text her. No right to chase after her when he was the one who pushed her away.
But that didn’t stop him from wanting to.
y/n was still wide awake when her phone buzzed at 2 a.m.
She knew who it was before she even looked.
Riki.
She stared at the screen for a long moment, her chest tightening. She wanted to ignore it. She should ignore it.
But she didn’t.
Riki: Are you home?
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. Her first instinct was to leave him on read. Let him wonder. Let him feel even an ounce of what she felt tonight.
But she hated that she still cared.
y/n: Why do you care?
Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then came back again.
Riki: Just answer the goddamn question.
She exhaled sharply, rolling onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle. He wanted to know she was safe, but he couldn’t just say that.
y/n: Yeah, I’m home.
She expected him to leave it at that. Maybe even say good. But instead—
Riki: Open the door.
Her breath caught.
She sat up so fast she got dizzy, eyes widening at the message. He’s here?
y/n hesitated for half a second before throwing the covers off and heading for the door. When she swung it open, Riki was standing there, hood up, hands shoved into his pockets, looking every bit as reckless and conflicted as she felt.
She crossed her arms. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. “I don’t know.”
“Bullshit.”
His jaw clenched. “I just—I couldn’t—” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I didn’t want to leave it like that.”
She laughed dryly. “So what? You’re here to apologize?”
Riki looked at her, and something in his gaze made her stomach twist. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, y/n. I just know I couldn’t sleep knowing you were pissed at me.”
She shook her head, swallowing the lump in her throat. “You don’t get to do this, Riki. You don’t get to act like you care but refuse to actually say it.”
His expression hardened. “You think this is easy for me?”
“Yes!” she snapped. “Because you get to have it both ways. You get to keep me close enough when you need me but push me away when it gets too fucking real.”
He flinched, and for the first time, she saw it—fear. Not anger. Not frustration. Just pure, unfiltered fear in his eyes.
She softened. Just a little.
“Why are you so scared of me?” she asked, voice quieter now.
He looked away, jaw tight. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” she insisted. “You’re scared of us. Of what this could be. And you’d rather destroy it before it even happens than admit that you actually—”
“Don’t,” he cut her off, voice strained.
She sucked in a breath. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t fucking say it.”
“Say what?” she pressed. “That you care?”
He exhaled sharply, like the word itself was suffocating him.
y/n let out a humorless laugh. “You know what’s funny? You’ve already lost me, riki. And you still can’t say it.”
Silence.
Just his heavy breathing, her pounding heart, and the tension so thick she felt like she might choke on it.
She took a slow step back. “Go home, riki.”
His jaw clenched, hands twitching at his sides, like he wanted to reach for her but didn’t know how.
He didn’t move.
Neither did she.
Until finally, she took another step back and shut the door in his face.
And this time, he let her.
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It Was Never Just Fun (two)
part one.
part three.
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!rikix female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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Riki didn’t go back inside the party. He couldn’t.
Not when his mind was still stuck on the way y/n had looked at him—like she was done, like she was finally slipping through his fingers, and he had no one to blame but himself.
He stood there on the sidewalk long after she left, staring at the empty street, fists clenched at his sides. His whole body felt tense, like he was seconds away from breaking something.
She wanted him to say it.
To admit it.
But how the fuck was he supposed to say something that terrified him?
riki had never been good at feelings. He didn’t do relationships. Didn’t do commitment. It was easier not to care, to keep things simple.
But y/n wasn’t simple, She never had been.
And now, she was gone.
The thought alone made his stomach sink.
He pulled his phone out, fingers hovering over her contact. He wanted to text her—say something, anything to fix this. But what the fuck was he supposed to say?
“Sorry for being emotionally unavailable?”
“Sorry for acting like you didn’t mean something when you fucking do?”
He scoffed, shoving his phone back into his pocket. He had no right to text her. No right to chase after her when he was the one who pushed her away.
But that didn’t stop him from wanting to.
y/n was still wide awake when her phone buzzed at 2 a.m.
She knew who it was before she even looked.
Riki.
She stared at the screen for a long moment, her chest tightening. She wanted to ignore it. She should ignore it.
But she didn’t.
Riki: Are you home?
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. Her first instinct was to leave him on read. Let him wonder. Let him feel even an ounce of what she felt tonight.
But she hated that she still cared.
y/n: Why do you care?
Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then came back again.
Riki: Just answer the goddamn question.
She exhaled sharply, rolling onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle. He wanted to know she was safe, but he couldn’t just say that.
y/n: Yeah, I’m home.
She expected him to leave it at that. Maybe even say good. But instead—
Riki: Open the door.
Her breath caught.
She sat up so fast she got dizzy, eyes widening at the message. He’s here?
y/n hesitated for half a second before throwing the covers off and heading for the door. When she swung it open, Riki was standing there, hood up, hands shoved into his pockets, looking every bit as reckless and conflicted as she felt.
She crossed her arms. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. “I don’t know.”
“Bullshit.”
His jaw clenched. “I just—I couldn’t—” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I didn’t want to leave it like that.”
She laughed dryly. “So what? You’re here to apologize?”
Riki looked at her, and something in his gaze made her stomach twist. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, y/n. I just know I couldn’t sleep knowing you were pissed at me.”
She shook her head, swallowing the lump in her throat. “You don’t get to do this, Riki. You don’t get to act like you care but refuse to actually say it.”
His expression hardened. “You think this is easy for me?”
“Yes!” she snapped. “Because you get to have it both ways. You get to keep me close enough when you need me but push me away when it gets too fucking real.”
He flinched, and for the first time, she saw it—fear. Not anger. Not frustration. Just pure, unfiltered fear in his eyes.
She softened. Just a little.
“Why are you so scared of me?” she asked, voice quieter now.
He looked away, jaw tight. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” she insisted. “You’re scared of us. Of what this could be. And you’d rather destroy it before it even happens than admit that you actually—”
“Don’t,” he cut her off, voice strained.
She sucked in a breath. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t fucking say it.”
“Say what?” she pressed. “That you care?”
He exhaled sharply, like the word itself was suffocating him.
y/n let out a humorless laugh. “You know what’s funny? You’ve already lost me, riki. And you still can’t say it.”
Silence.
Just his heavy breathing, her pounding heart, and the tension so thick she felt like she might choke on it.
She took a slow step back. “Go home, riki.”
His jaw clenched, hands twitching at his sides, like he wanted to reach for her but didn’t know how.
He didn’t move.
Neither did she.
Until finally, she took another step back and shut the door in his face.
And this time, he let her.
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It Was Never Just Fun
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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The music inside the party was deafening, the bass rattling through y/n’s chest as she weaved through the crowd. It smelled like expensive perfume and alcohol, bodies pressed together in the dimly lit room, but she didn’t care about any of it. Not when her eyes were locked on him.
Riki was leaning against the bar, laughing at something a girl whispered in his ear. She was close—too close—her manicured nails tracing along the sleeve of his jacket like she had every right to be there. And the worst part? He wasn’t stopping her.
Y/n felt her stomach twist, a sick, ugly feeling clawing at her insides. She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She just stood there, watching, feeling like an idiot for expecting anything different.
She should have left. Should have turned around and walked right out of the party like none of this mattered. But instead, she grabbed a drink off the nearest table and downed it in one go, ignoring the burn in her throat. She needed something—anything—to drown out the anger rising in her chest.
Because this wasn’t supposed to hurt.
They weren’t supposed to be like this.
They were just messing around—no strings, no feelings. That was the deal. That was what Riki wanted.
So why the fuck did it feel like she was suffocating?
She didn’t wait for him to notice her before she turned on her heel and stormed outside, the cold air slapping her in the face as she stepped onto the empty street.
She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care.
But she did.
And she hated herself for it.
y/n was halfway down the sidewalk when she heard footsteps behind her, heavy and hurried.
“Y/n—”
She clenched her jaw, her steps quickening. “Don’t.”
“Y/n, stop.”
His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a knife. She let out a bitter laugh but stopped anyway, turning to face him.
Riki stood there, breathing hard, his jaw tight. He looked frustrated—maybe even angry. Like she was the problem. Like she was the one making things complicated.
“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.
She let out a harsh laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“Yes, I am.” His voice was lower now, more serious. “You just disappeared. You could’ve at least told me—”
“Told you what, Riki?” she snapped, cutting him off. “That I was sick of standing there, watching you flirt with someone else like I don’t even fucking exist?”
His expression flickered, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Oh, fuck off,” she spat. “It’s always like that. Every single time.”
Riki dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “y/n, you knew what this was.”
She laughed again, but this time, it was empty. “Right. No feelings, no expectations. Just fucking and pretending like it means nothing.” She took a step closer, her voice lowering. “But here’s the thing, Riki—I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t care when I do. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with being just another girl you push aside when you get bored.”
His eyes darkened. “That’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it?” she challenged.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
And that was the problem, wasn’t it?
Riki felt something. She knew he did. It was in the way he kissed her when no one was looking, the way he always pulled her back in after every argument, the way he always found her in a crowded room like he couldn’t help himself.
But he would never say it.
Because if he admitted it, then it would be real. And if it was real, then he couldn’t just walk away when it got too much.
“Say it,” she pushed, her voice trembling now. “Say you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll walk away right now.”
He stared at her, his chest rising and falling, his hands clenched into fists like he was fighting some invisible war.
Seconds passed. Then more.
And then he shook his head. “You don’t get it.”
“No, you don’t get it,” she shot back. “You’re scared. You’re so fucking scared of actually feeling something that you’d rather push me away than admit it.”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.
And that was all the confirmation she needed.
y/n exhaled, taking a step back. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, but she forced herself to meet his gaze one last time.
“I can’t be the only one fighting for this, Riki.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now. “If you don’t want me, just say it. Say it so I can stop fucking hurting like this.”
Silence.
His lips parted like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.
Y/n nodded to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat. “That’s what I thought.”
She turned around and started walking, ignoring the way her vision blurred, ignoring the way her chest ached.
She kept waiting for him to stop her.
But he didn’t.
And that hurt more than anything else ever could.
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It Was Never Just Fun
part two
part three
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: fwb!riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: curse words
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The music inside the party was deafening, the bass rattling through y/n’s chest as she weaved through the crowd. It smelled like expensive perfume and alcohol, bodies pressed together in the dimly lit room, but she didn’t care about any of it. Not when her eyes were locked on him.
Riki was leaning against the bar, laughing at something a girl whispered in his ear. She was close—too close—her manicured nails tracing along the sleeve of his jacket like she had every right to be there. And the worst part? He wasn’t stopping her.
Y/n felt her stomach twist, a sick, ugly feeling clawing at her insides. She didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She just stood there, watching, feeling like an idiot for expecting anything different.
She should have left. Should have turned around and walked right out of the party like none of this mattered. But instead, she grabbed a drink off the nearest table and downed it in one go, ignoring the burn in her throat. She needed something—anything—to drown out the anger rising in her chest.
Because this wasn’t supposed to hurt.
They weren’t supposed to be like this.
They were just messing around—no strings, no feelings. That was the deal. That was what Riki wanted.
So why the fuck did it feel like she was suffocating?
She didn’t wait for him to notice her before she turned on her heel and stormed outside, the cold air slapping her in the face as she stepped onto the empty street.
She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t care.
But she did.
And she hated herself for it.
y/n was halfway down the sidewalk when she heard footsteps behind her, heavy and hurried.
“Y/n—”
She clenched her jaw, her steps quickening. “Don’t.”
“Y/n, stop.”
His voice was sharp, cutting through the night like a knife. She let out a bitter laugh but stopped anyway, turning to face him.
Riki stood there, breathing hard, his jaw tight. He looked frustrated—maybe even angry. Like she was the problem. Like she was the one making things complicated.
“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.
She let out a harsh laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“Yes, I am.” His voice was lower now, more serious. “You just disappeared. You could’ve at least told me—”
“Told you what, Riki?” she snapped, cutting him off. “That I was sick of standing there, watching you flirt with someone else like I don’t even fucking exist?”
His expression flickered, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Oh, fuck off,” she spat. “It’s always like that. Every single time.”
Riki dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “y/n, you knew what this was.”
She laughed again, but this time, it was empty. “Right. No feelings, no expectations. Just fucking and pretending like it means nothing.” She took a step closer, her voice lowering. “But here’s the thing, Riki—I can’t do it anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t care when I do. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with being just another girl you push aside when you get bored.”
His eyes darkened. “That’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it?” she challenged.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
And that was the problem, wasn’t it?
Riki felt something. She knew he did. It was in the way he kissed her when no one was looking, the way he always pulled her back in after every argument, the way he always found her in a crowded room like he couldn’t help himself.
But he would never say it.
Because if he admitted it, then it would be real. And if it was real, then he couldn’t just walk away when it got too much.
“Say it,” she pushed, her voice trembling now. “Say you don’t feel anything for me, and I’ll walk away right now.”
He stared at her, his chest rising and falling, his hands clenched into fists like he was fighting some invisible war.
Seconds passed. Then more.
And then he shook his head. “You don’t get it.”
“No, you don’t get it,” she shot back. “You’re scared. You’re so fucking scared of actually feeling something that you’d rather push me away than admit it.”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.
And that was all the confirmation she needed.
y/n exhaled, taking a step back. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, but she forced herself to meet his gaze one last time.
“I can’t be the only one fighting for this, Riki.” Her voice was barely above a whisper now. “If you don’t want me, just say it. Say it so I can stop fucking hurting like this.”
Silence.
His lips parted like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.
Y/n nodded to herself, swallowing the lump in her throat. “That’s what I thought.”
She turned around and started walking, ignoring the way her vision blurred, ignoring the way her chest ached.
She kept waiting for him to stop her.
But he didn’t.
And that hurt more than anything else ever could.
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RIKI MASTERLIST ↴
A Quiet Night In
Just Us, Just Love
The Breaking Point
Unspoken Desires
It Was Never Just Fun
It Was Never Just Fun (2)
It Was Never Just Fun (3)
First Meeting
Sweetest Contrast
Unspoken Desires
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: suggestive, angst?
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
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riki didn’t know why he was still standing at the edge of her apartment complex, hands shoved deep into his pockets, heart hammering like a drum in his chest.
He had walked away, hadn’t he?
He had left.
He had told himself that was it.
But now, with every step he took away from her, he realized just how wrong he was.
He couldn’t forget her.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she felt against him, how she tasted, how the world had melted away the second their lips collided.
He was hungry for her.
His body craved her, ached for her. And he couldn’t escape the gnawing feeling that corrupted him
y/n had just finished dealing with errands, her body tired and sore, when she heard the knock at her door. It was a familiar sound, but this time it made her heart skip a beat.
She stood still for a moment, unsure, her mind racing. She hadn’t expected him. Not now. Not after everything.
But the knock came again, more urgent this time.
Slowly, she moved toward the door, her hand resting on the doorknob. She hesitated for a moment, her breath catching. Was she ready for this? Was she ready to face him after everything they’d been through?
She exhaled shakily, steeling herself.
With a deep breath, she opened the door.
riki stood there, his eyes searching hers. There was no anger in them, no bitterness—just something raw, something he couldn’t hide. His face softened when their eyes met, but neither of them said anything at first.
y/n could see the conflict in his gaze. The same ache she had felt. And in that moment, something inside her broke, the walls she had carefully built around her heart cracking just enough to let him in.
She stepped back, silently inviting him in. She didn’t need to say anything. The door was open, and so was she.
riki took a hesitant step forward, the weight of his own emotions making each movement feel like a thousand pound burden. He crossed the threshold, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
It was as if the simple act of being in the same space again had already begun to fill the gaps that had been left in their lives.
Without a word, y/n closed the door behind him. They stood there for a beat, the air between them thick with unspoken thoughts but y/n could feel the familiar pull toward him, the one that had never really disappeared.
The moment stretched, thick with tension, as riki’s lips brushed against y/n’s skin. Every kiss, every touch, every move made his body ache for more
Her hands slid up his chest, fingers trembling as she gripped his shirt, tugging it off with desperate urgency. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he followed suit, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing the bare skin he’d missed more than he could admit.
He could feel her pulse racing beneath his fingertips, just like his own. They were moving in sync, a rhythm they had never lost, even after the distance, even after the time apart.
y/n’s eyes locked with his—dark, heated, full of need—and in that instant, riki knew there was no turning back. They were both too far gone to stop.
“Tell me you still want me,” y/n whispered, her voice a breathless plea.
riki didn’t think twice. He crashed his lips against hers, his hands roaming down her body as if he were memorizing the feel of her.
“More than anything,” he muttered between kisses. His voice was thick, heavy with desire. “I never stopped wanting you.”
y/n’s hands slid down his back, pulling him even closer, if that was possible. Her body pressed against his, and riki could feel every curve of her, every inch of her.
He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
All he could do was feel.
Her lips parted for him, and he took the invitation, deepening the kiss, pushing her against the bed. He could hear the sound of her breath hitching, feel the way she arched against him, desperate for more.
“Riki…” Her voice trembled, fingers now working at the waistband of his pants.
He groaned, pulling away just long enough to look at her. The hunger in her eyes mirrored his own, and for a split second, he almost lost himself in it.
“y/n…” His voice was strained, barely a whisper. “Are you sure?”
Her answer came in the form of a fierce kiss, one that stole his breath and made his mind spin. She didn’t pull away. Didn’t hesitate. She wanted him.
And that was all the confirmation he needed.
He kissed her again, his hands trailing down her sides, urging her to move with him. Every inch of her body was like fire, like something he could never extinguish, something he would never be able to walk away from again.
They didn’t slow down. Didn’t stop. It was like they were racing against time, against their own resolve, against whatever might come next.
The world outside didn’t exist.
There was only y/n.
And there was only riki.
And they were completely, utterly lost in each other.
Unspoken Desires
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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: suggestive, angst?
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
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riki didn’t know why he was still standing at the edge of her apartment complex, hands shoved deep into his pockets, heart hammering like a drum in his chest.
He had walked away, hadn’t he?
He had left.
He had told himself that was it.
But now, with every step he took away from her, he realized just how wrong he was.
He couldn’t forget her.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she felt against him, how she tasted, how the world had melted away the second their lips collided.
He was hungry for her.
His body craved her, ached for her. And he couldn’t escape the gnawing feeling that corrupted him
y/n had just finished dealing with errands, her body tired and sore, when she heard the knock at her door. It was a familiar sound, but this time it made her heart skip a beat.
She stood still for a moment, unsure, her mind racing. She hadn’t expected him. Not now. Not after everything.
But the knock came again, more urgent this time.
Slowly, she moved toward the door, her hand resting on the doorknob. She hesitated for a moment, her breath catching. Was she ready for this? Was she ready to face him after everything they’d been through?
She exhaled shakily, steeling herself.
With a deep breath, she opened the door.
riki stood there, his eyes searching hers. There was no anger in them, no bitterness—just something raw, something he couldn’t hide. His face softened when their eyes met, but neither of them said anything at first.
y/n could see the conflict in his gaze. The same ache she had felt. And in that moment, something inside her broke, the walls she had carefully built around her heart cracking just enough to let him in.
She stepped back, silently inviting him in. She didn’t need to say anything. The door was open, and so was she.
riki took a hesitant step forward, the weight of his own emotions making each movement feel like a thousand pound burden. He crossed the threshold, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
It was as if the simple act of being in the same space again had already begun to fill the gaps that had been left in their lives.
Without a word, y/n closed the door behind him. They stood there for a beat, the air between them thick with unspoken thoughts but y/n could feel the familiar pull toward him, the one that had never really disappeared.
The moment stretched, thick with tension, as riki’s lips brushed against y/n’s skin. Every kiss, every touch, every move made his body ache for more
Her hands slid up his chest, fingers trembling as she gripped his shirt, tugging it off with desperate urgency. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he followed suit, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing the bare skin he’d missed more than he could admit.
He could feel her pulse racing beneath his fingertips, just like his own. They were moving in sync, a rhythm they had never lost, even after the distance, even after the time apart.
y/n’s eyes locked with his—dark, heated, full of need—and in that instant, riki knew there was no turning back. They were both too far gone to stop.
“Tell me you still want me,” y/n whispered, her voice a breathless plea.
riki didn’t think twice. He crashed his lips against hers, his hands roaming down her body as if he were memorizing the feel of her.
“More than anything,” he muttered between kisses. His voice was thick, heavy with desire. “I never stopped wanting you.”
y/n’s hands slid down his back, pulling him even closer, if that was possible. Her body pressed against his, and riki could feel every curve of her, every inch of her.
He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
All he could do was feel.
Her lips parted for him, and he took the invitation, deepening the kiss, pushing her against the bed. He could hear the sound of her breath hitching, feel the way she arched against him, desperate for more.
“Riki…” Her voice trembled, fingers now working at the waistband of his pants.
He groaned, pulling away just long enough to look at her. The hunger in her eyes mirrored his own, and for a split second, he almost lost himself in it.
“y/n…” His voice was strained, barely a whisper. “Are you sure?”
Her answer came in the form of a fierce kiss, one that stole his breath and made his mind spin. She didn’t pull away. Didn’t hesitate. She wanted him.
And that was all the confirmation he needed.
He kissed her again, his hands trailing down her sides, urging her to move with him. Every inch of her body was like fire, like something he could never extinguish, something he would never be able to walk away from again.
They didn’t slow down. Didn’t stop. It was like they were racing against time, against their own resolve, against whatever might come next.
The world outside didn’t exist.
There was only y/n.
And there was only riki.
And they were completely, utterly lost in each other.
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The Breaking Point
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: idolbf!riki x f!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
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It’s late. The lights from the concert stage have long faded, leaving only the quiet hum of the city beneath the hotel room. Y/n sits by the window, watching the lights flicker below. The glass feels cold against her fingertips, a contrast to the warmth that used to exist between her and riki. But that warmth has been fading—slowly at first, then all at once, like the last ember of a fire dying out.
The door clicks open behind her. She doesn’t turn around. She doesn’t have to. She knows it’s him.
Riki steps inside, still in his stage clothes, his hair a little messy from the performance, but there’s no exhaustion in his posture—only distance. His presence doesn’t fill the room the way it used to. If anything, it makes it feel smaller, suffocating.
y/n swallows the lump in her throat and stands, her heart already racing. “Riki,” she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady. “Are you okay?”
He doesn’t answer right away. He just exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair before tossing his bag onto the bed with more force than necessary. The silence stretches between them, thick and unbearable.
And then, without even looking at her, he says, “We need to talk.”
The words hit like a slap. Y/n’s stomach twists painfully, but she forces herself to nod. “Okay,” she whispers. “Then talk.”
Riki finally meets her gaze, and for the first time in weeks, she realizes how far away he already is. There’s something cold in his expression—indifference, maybe, or something even worse.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he says bluntly. “Us.”
y/n flinches. It’s not what he’s saying, it’s how he’s saying it. Detached. Like she’s a problem he’s finally found the courage to get rid of.
“What?” Her voice cracks, but she doesn’t care. “You can’t just—riki, where is this coming from?”
His jaw clenches. He looks away, shaking his head. “Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming. You had to have felt it, too.”
She takes a step forward, desperate, grasping at something—anything. “Felt what? That you’ve been ignoring me? That you’ve been pushing me away?” She exhales shakily. “I thought we were just going through a rough patch. I thought you just needed time.”
Riki scoffs, and the sound cuts through her like a knife. “Time?” He lets out a bitter laugh, finally meeting her eyes again. “Y/n, I’ve been trying. I really have. But I just… I don’t feel the same way anymore.”
The room spins.
No. No, he’s lying. He has to be.
Her hands tremble as she shakes her head. “You don’t mean that.”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “I do.”
The finality in his tone makes her knees go weak.
She lets out a shuddering breath, forcing herself to stand her ground. “So that’s it? You’re just done? Just like that?”
Riki shrugs, like it doesn’t even matter. Like she doesn’t even matter. “It’s not working anymore.”
Y/n stares at him, trying to find something—anything—that resembles the boy she fell in love with. But she can’t. He’s already gone.
“You’re a coward,” she whispers, her voice thick with tears. “You don’t get to stand here and act like I’m the problem. You’re the one who gave up.”
riki’s expression hardens, his gaze sharp. “Maybe I did,” he says coldly. “And maybe you should, too.”
The words steal the air from her lungs.
She bites her lip to stop the sob from escaping, blinking rapidly to clear her vision. But it’s useless. She’s breaking, and he’s just standing there, watching it happen.
Y/n inhales shakily, straightening her posture even though her heart is in pieces. “I hope you realize what you’re throwing away,” she murmurs. “I hope you regret this.”
Riki doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even blink. “I won’t.”
And that’s what finally makes her stop fighting.
She nods slowly, taking a step back. “Okay,” she whispers. “Then I won’t, either.”
She turns before he can see her cry. Before she can change her mind.
She doesn’t slam the door when she leaves. She doesn’t say goodbye.
She just walks away.
And this time, he doesn’t stop her.
The Breaking Point
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: idolbf!riki x f!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
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It’s late. The lights from the concert stage have long faded, leaving only the quiet hum of the city beneath the hotel room. Y/n sits by the window, watching the lights flicker below. The glass feels cold against her fingertips, a contrast to the warmth that used to exist between her and riki. But that warmth has been fading—slowly at first, then all at once, like the last ember of a fire dying out.
The door clicks open behind her. She doesn’t turn around. She doesn’t have to. She knows it’s him.
Riki steps inside, still in his stage clothes, his hair a little messy from the performance, but there’s no exhaustion in his posture—only distance. His presence doesn’t fill the room the way it used to. If anything, it makes it feel smaller, suffocating.
y/n swallows the lump in her throat and stands, her heart already racing. “Riki,” she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady. “Are you okay?”
He doesn’t answer right away. He just exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair before tossing his bag onto the bed with more force than necessary. The silence stretches between them, thick and unbearable.
And then, without even looking at her, he says, “We need to talk.”
The words hit like a slap. Y/n’s stomach twists painfully, but she forces herself to nod. “Okay,” she whispers. “Then talk.”
Riki finally meets her gaze, and for the first time in weeks, she realizes how far away he already is. There’s something cold in his expression—indifference, maybe, or something even worse.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he says bluntly. “Us.”
y/n flinches. It’s not what he’s saying, it’s how he’s saying it. Detached. Like she’s a problem he’s finally found the courage to get rid of.
“What?” Her voice cracks, but she doesn’t care. “You can’t just—riki, where is this coming from?”
His jaw clenches. He looks away, shaking his head. “Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming. You had to have felt it, too.”
She takes a step forward, desperate, grasping at something—anything. “Felt what? That you’ve been ignoring me? That you’ve been pushing me away?” She exhales shakily. “I thought we were just going through a rough patch. I thought you just needed time.”
Riki scoffs, and the sound cuts through her like a knife. “Time?” He lets out a bitter laugh, finally meeting her eyes again. “Y/n, I’ve been trying. I really have. But I just… I don’t feel the same way anymore.”
The room spins.
No. No, he’s lying. He has to be.
Her hands tremble as she shakes her head. “You don’t mean that.”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “I do.”
The finality in his tone makes her knees go weak.
She lets out a shuddering breath, forcing herself to stand her ground. “So that’s it? You’re just done? Just like that?”
Riki shrugs, like it doesn’t even matter. Like she doesn’t even matter. “It’s not working anymore.”
Y/n stares at him, trying to find something—anything—that resembles the boy she fell in love with. But she can’t. He’s already gone.
“You’re a coward,” she whispers, her voice thick with tears. “You don’t get to stand here and act like I’m the problem. You’re the one who gave up.”
riki’s expression hardens, his gaze sharp. “Maybe I did,” he says coldly. “And maybe you should, too.”
The words steal the air from her lungs.
She bites her lip to stop the sob from escaping, blinking rapidly to clear her vision. But it’s useless. She’s breaking, and he’s just standing there, watching it happen.
Y/n inhales shakily, straightening her posture even though her heart is in pieces. “I hope you realize what you’re throwing away,” she murmurs. “I hope you regret this.”
Riki doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even blink. “I won’t.”
And that’s what finally makes her stop fighting.
She nods slowly, taking a step back. “Okay,” she whispers. “Then I won’t, either.”
She turns before he can see her cry. Before she can change her mind.
She doesn’t slam the door when she leaves. She doesn’t say goodbye.
She just walks away.
And this time, he doesn’t stop her.
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Just Us, Just Love
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: boyfriend!riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: fluff fluff fluff, established relationship
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
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It was one of those nights—no schedules, no calls, no cameras. Just them.
y/n was curled up in the corner of the couch, scrolling through her phone, still in riki’s hoodie, the sleeves swallowing her hands. The fabric was warm from his body heat, and the scent of his cologne lingered in the threads, making her feel safe. Riki, on the other hand, was stretched out beside her, long legs sprawled over the cushions, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch.
They had been quiet for a while, just existing in each other’s space, but riki wasn’t the type to sit still for long.
“You’re too far,” he mumbled, his voice low and slightly raspy from exhaustion.
y/n barely glanced up. “I’m literally right next to you.”
riki, unimpressed with her response, reached out, fingers brushing over the hem of the hoodie she wore. In one swift motion, he tugged her closer, effortlessly pulling her into his lap.
“Riki!” she yelped, but he only smirked, tightening his arms around her waist so she couldn’t escape.
“This is better,” he murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder. His voice was softer now, as if the world outside their apartment didn’t exist—just the warmth of her pressed against him.
Y/n sighed, but she didn’t fight him. Instead, she let herself relax against his chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns over his arm.
riki hummed, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck,y/n shivered at the feeling, warmth creeping up her spine.
riki, pulling back slightly so he could look at her. His eyes were laced with something unspoken, something soft. His fingers found her cheek, tracing along her jaw before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Y/n just stared at him, taking in the way his gaze flickered over her face—her eyes, her nose, the curve of her lips.
“What?” she asked, voice quieter now.
riki tilted his head, a lazy smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Nothing. Just thinking about how pretty you are.”
y/n rolled her eyes, but the way her fingers curled into his hoodie betrayed her. “You always say that.”
“And I’ll keep saying it.”
He leaned in then, pressing his lips against her temple, then her cheek, then just below her ear, where she was most sensitive. She felt his smirk against her skin when she squirmed.
“Riki,” she warned.
“What?” he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. “I’m just appreciating my girlfriend. Is that a crime?”
Y/n bit back a smile, threading her fingers through his hair as she pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “If it was, you’d be in jail by now.”
riki chuckled, but his grip on her waist tightened, his fingers slipping beneath the hoodie to rest against her skin. She felt the warmth of his hands, his touch grounding, familiar.
“Stay like this for a while,” he said, more serious now.
y/n softened. “Okay.”
And so they stayed. Wrapped up in each other, warmth shared in the quiet of the night. It was the kind of love that didn’t need grand gestures or spoken confessions—it was just them. Just love.
Just Us, Just Love
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: boyfriend!riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: fluff fluff fluff, established relationship
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
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It was one of those nights—no schedules, no calls, no cameras. Just them.
y/n was curled up in the corner of the couch, scrolling through her phone, still in riki’s hoodie, the sleeves swallowing her hands. The fabric was warm from his body heat, and the scent of his cologne lingered in the threads, making her feel safe. Riki, on the other hand, was stretched out beside her, long legs sprawled over the cushions, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch.
They had been quiet for a while, just existing in each other’s space, but riki wasn’t the type to sit still for long.
“You’re too far,” he mumbled, his voice low and slightly raspy from exhaustion.
y/n barely glanced up. “I’m literally right next to you.”
riki, unimpressed with her response, reached out, fingers brushing over the hem of the hoodie she wore. In one swift motion, he tugged her closer, effortlessly pulling her into his lap.
“Riki!” she yelped, but he only smirked, tightening his arms around her waist so she couldn’t escape.
“This is better,” he murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder. His voice was softer now, as if the world outside their apartment didn’t exist—just the warmth of her pressed against him.
Y/n sighed, but she didn’t fight him. Instead, she let herself relax against his chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns over his arm.
riki hummed, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck,y/n shivered at the feeling, warmth creeping up her spine.
riki, pulling back slightly so he could look at her. His eyes were laced with something unspoken, something soft. His fingers found her cheek, tracing along her jaw before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Y/n just stared at him, taking in the way his gaze flickered over her face—her eyes, her nose, the curve of her lips.
“What?” she asked, voice quieter now.
riki tilted his head, a lazy smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Nothing. Just thinking about how pretty you are.”
y/n rolled her eyes, but the way her fingers curled into his hoodie betrayed her. “You always say that.”
“And I’ll keep saying it.”
He leaned in then, pressing his lips against her temple, then her cheek, then just below her ear, where she was most sensitive. She felt his smirk against her skin when she squirmed.
“riki..” she warned.
“What?” he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. “I’m just appreciating my girlfriend. Is that a crime?”
Y/n bit back a smile, threading her fingers through his hair as she pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “If it was, you’d be in jail by now.”
riki chuckled, but his grip on her waist tightened, his fingers slipping beneath the hoodie to rest against her skin. She felt the warmth of his hands, his touch grounding, familiar.
“Stay like this for a while” he said, more serious now.
y/n softened. “Okay.”
And so they stayed. Wrapped up in each other, warmth shared in the quiet of the night. It was the kind of love that didn’t need grand gestures or spoken confessions—it was just them. Just love.
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A Quiet Night In
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: bf!riki x female!reader
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: fluff , established relationship , suggestive?
࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none
note:hiii this is my first time publishing an imagine so I hope whoever reads this enjoys ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
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Y/n and riki had spent the day running around with busy schedules, but tonight, they decided to unwind and bake together. It was a small moment of peace, and they had both been looking forward to it all day. The kitchen smelled of vanilla and butter as y/n carefully measured out the ingredients, while riki hovered near her, arms crossed.
“You sure you don’t need my help?” riki teased, his voice light but filled with mischief. He leaned against the counter, eyes tracing the movements of her hands as she mixed the flour.
“I’m good,” y/n replied, glancing up at him with a playful smile. “But you can keep me company while I work.”
riki grinned, taking a step closer. “I like the sound of that.”
As she cracked an egg into the bowl, a little bit of shell fell into the mix. y/n frowned, reaching for the spoon to remove it. But before she could, riki was there, his hand brushing against hers as he plucked the tiny shell out with ease.
“You’re too focused,” he whispered, his voice low as he stepped closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “You need a break.”
y/n turned her head slightly, her gaze catching his. “A break from baking or from you?”
He chuckled, his breath warm against her neck. “Both.”
Without warning, he gently placed his hand on her lower back, pulling her just a bit closer. y/n felt the heat of his body press against hers, and for a second, she froze, feeling the tension in the air shift. He was standing so close, and she could feel the subtle brush of his fingers against her skin.
“You’re distracting me,” y/n murmured, trying to keep her composure, but her voice gave away the hint of fluster.
riki’s smirk grew, his hands slowly trailing up her sides, sending electric tingles through her. “I thought that was the idea,” he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. “You’re so focused… it’s cute.”
y/n tried to focus on the bowl in front of her, but her mind was slipping, her body reacting to the closeness of his touch. Her hands fumbled slightly as she tried to continue mixing the ingredients, but riki wasn’t having it. He gently took the bowl from her hands, setting it aside. “You’re too distracted now. Just take a break, y/n,” he said, his tone soft but full of intent.
y/n was about to protest but found herself leaning into him instead, his presence a comforting weight against her. She could feel his fingers brushing the back of her neck, a small touch that sent shivers down her spine.
“You’re a handful,” she whispered, her voice low, a slight laugh escaping her lips as she let herself relax against him.
riki smiled, his hands moving to cup her face gently, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “I can’t help it,” he murmured, brushing his lips over her forehead before softly kissing her lips.
The kiss was slow at first, tender but teasing, his lips barely touching hers before pulling away just as she leaned in. y/n’s heart raced as she felt the heat from his kiss, his hands sliding down her arms until they rested on her waist, pulling her even closer. She could feel his breath on her lips, the warmth from his body, and for a brief moment, she was lost in him.
When they finally pulled away, y/n was breathless, a light flush across her cheeks. “Alright, let’s get back to baking,” she said, trying to sound casual, but her voice was shaky, betraying her.
riki smirked, brushing a thumb over her bottom lip as he stepped back, but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. “Later,” he murmured, his lips grazing hers again, this time a little more urgent, a little more heated. y/n melted into the kiss, her fingers moving to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. She could taste him, the sweetness lingering on her lips, and the desire to be closer to him almost overwhelmed her.
As they pulled away, both of them breathless, y/n laughed softly, her voice tinged with excitement. “Okay, we seriously should bake something...”
riki’s eyes glinted with something unreadable, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Sure. But I’m still not leaving you alone for the rest of the night.”
y/n rolled her eyes, her hands sliding up to rest on his chest. “I guess I’m okay with that.” She pulled him back in for one last kiss, this one slow and lingering, before they finally turned back to the bowl of flour, both of them trying to regain some semblance of normalcy. But the tension between them lingered, thick and palpable, and both of them couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the rest of the night.
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