SWEETS.

SWEETS.

where this basketball player is a sweetheart to you.

warning : cursing

pair : nishimura riki x f!reader

buns notes : havent had a fic in a while so.. here !

Riki was running around during basketball practice doing his best as always. making dunks and all.

But his temper was through the roof since his teammates kept screwing up.

After one of them missed a layup he groaned. "You all fucking suck today!" He huffed out as he sat on the bench.

The boys all cowered in shame as they avoided rikis scolding gaze.

Despite riki being young he was the captain of this basketball team and definitely did his role correctly.

"Sorry captain.. we didn't—" "Fuck whatever excuse you're about to say."

He hissed before taking a sip of his water bottle, wiping the stray droplets off his chin.

He threw his water bottle down. "Go back on the court and if you all mess up again you'll be running until your damn legs swell up." He pushed past the scared boys as they followed suit behind him.

The whole practice play was scolding after scolding from riki and he had enough.

"Run. all of you." He sat on the bench again and buried his head in his hands as he faintly heard sneakers against the floor which signaled they were running.

He was so caught up in his frustration he didn't notice someone sat beside him before that familiar voice reached his ears.

"Baby? what's wrong?" You called out and riki immediately looked up, his eyes softening.

"Its nothing pretty, the guys are just being themselves." He smiled and wrapped a arm around your waist.

"Did you have a good day at your classes?" He asked before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Yeah i did.. oh! let me tell you!" You began to ramble on and riki listened attentively, nodding and or humming to indicate he was listening.

His teammates walked over panting but paused at the domestic scene.

Riki sent a glare there way that signaled 'You aren't finished.' and they immediately went back to running.

Rikis eyes turned back to a yapping you as he admired your cuteness.

Here to say, he's definitely a sweetheart to you.

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 𝑟ich bf! 𝒴ang 𝑗ungwon x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst &fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which meeting jungwon’s parents goes not very well ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 1429. ‎⸝⸝ not edited, shamed for not being rich?? kissing. ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

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YOUR HIGHSCHOOL GRADUATION HAD BEEN A BITTERSWEET MILESTONE.

for years, you had spent countless hours studying hard, made special friends, and navigated through the ups and downs of the life of a teenage girl.

but the sweetest part of it all had been falling in love with yang jungwon.

despite growing up in opposite conditions and his status as the rich golden boy of the school, he had always treated everyone with kindness and respect.

he was charming, intelligent, kind and genuine, making it easy for you to fall head over heels in love for him. — more under cut !

the two of you had been classmates for years, and your relationship had blossomed naturally.

jungwon had been there for you through thick and thin, supporting you in ways that made you forget the fact that he had his whole entire life set up for him.

but now, with graduation behind you, the reality of your future loomed ahead, bringing challenges to your relationship.

you knew that meeting jungwon's parents was inevitable, especially now that his family expected him to take everything seriously.

they wanted to ensure he was on the right path, and that of course included approving of the person he was dating.

nervous but happy for this new step in your relationship, you agreed to meet them, hoping that your love for jungwon would be enough for them to ignore your upbringing.

the day had finally come, and you dressed in your best dress, eager to make a good impression.

jungwon picked you up in his expensive sportscar, another reminder of your different classes.

jungwon gave you a reassuring smile as you got in.

"don't worry, baby. they'll love you," he said, his voice full of confidence.

you nodded, trying your best to believe him, ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach.

when you arrived at his family's mansion, your anxiety only grew further. the whole property of their home was overwhelming, a shining contrast to your modest upbringing.

jungwon's parents, mr. and mrs. yang, greeted you with polite smiles, but you could sense the judgment in their eyes, anyone could.

dinner was served in a lavish, polished dining room.

it was awkward and silent, the clatter of the utensils filling the air.

after awkward ice breakers and small talk, it seems that they couldn’t hold their “curiosity” back any longer.

as the meal progressed, the conversation took a turn for the worse.

mr. yang started making condescending, disrespectful remarks about your family's financial situation, each comment more hurtful than the last.

"so, y/n, what do your parents do for a living?" he asked with a thinly masked sneer.

you swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure.

"my dad works as an office worker, and my mom is a nurse," you replied, feeling the weight of their scrutiny.

mrs. yang chimed in, her tone dripping with disdain.

"how quaint. it must be difficult for you and your family, living on such modest means."

you glanced at jungwon, searching his eyes for some support, but he sat there in silence, his eyes downcast.

your heart sank, feeling a mix of hurt and betrayal, did he not hear everything they had been saying to you?

the final blow came when mr. yang laughed and said, "well, it's a good thing our jungwon won't have to worry about money with you around. we wouldn't want him to downgrade his lifestyle, would we? especially for some high school relationship.."

you couldn’t hold it back anymore, tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them see you cry. you stood up, your voice shaking with every word.

"thank you for dinner, but i think i should leave."

jungwon finally looked up, evident panic in his eyes.

"no- y/n, please don't go," he pleaded, but you shook your head.

"i'm sorry, jungwon. i just- can't do this," you said, your voice breaking as you looked at him, you didn’t recognize him anymore.

without another word, you left the mansion with the sense of hurt, heartbreak and humiliation trailing behind you.

the next few days were a blur of pain and confusion.

jungwon tried calling and texting you repeatedly, but you ignored every single message and call.

you couldn't bear to face him after what had happened. you stayed in your room, crying and replaying the dinner over and over in your mind.

you had never been so humiliated in your life, jungwon had completely left you to fend for yourself, not even uttering a word as they stripped your worth after every single minute.

it was currently midnight, you listened to music as your thoughts flowed around your brain, making it impossible to get a blink of sleep.

as you laid in bed, you heard a noise at your window. startled, you sat up and saw jungwon climbing through.

"jungwon? how did you- what are you doing here?" you asked, your voice sounding cold and distant, unfamiliar to jungwon.

he looked at you with desperation in his eyes.

"i’m sorry- i needed to see you, y/n. please, let me explain."

you crossed your arms, trying to maintain your composure.

"explain what jungwon? it’s fine, we’re from two different worlds. maybe we’re just not meant to be."

jungwon felt his heart break at every single word you muttered, is this how you felt when his parents picked at every single aspect of you? he thought.

jungwon took a deep breath, his eyes filled with tears.

"i know i should have defended you. i'm so sorry for not saying anything. i was scared, and i didn't know what to do, it’s no excuse but my whole life i’ve never stuck up to my parents- for you, i went home and confronted my parents.”

“i told them how much you mean to me, and how wrong they were to treat you that way, how i want to spend the rest of my life with you, and how no amount of money or anything we have could compare to you."

you felt a pang of pain mixed with a soft fluttering in your heart.

"and what did they say?"

jungwon's voice trembled as he continued.

"my dad... he didn't take it well, but i don't care.”

“i told him that our status means nothing to me if it means losing you. i hate my family for what they said to you. i hate that i was too scared to stand up for you in the moment. but i'm done being afraid, because i love you."

your heart broke at the sight of him, tears streaming down his face. you stepped closer, noticing a cut on his lip.

"wonnie, you're hurt," you whispered, reaching out to cup his face gently.

"what happened? did they do this?"

he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing.

"i got that cut from my dad after defending you. but it doesn't matter. you're what matters to me."

before you could say anything else, jungwon leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips trembling against yours.

the kiss was filled with emotion and vulnerability, a mixture of an apology, love, and desperation.

you kissed him back, the depth of his feelings reaching you.

when you finally pulled away, you looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and the pain in there.

"jungwon, i... i was so hurt when you didn't say anything. but seeing you here, knowing what you went through for me... it’ll take a while for me to completely forget about it but i can't stay mad at you."

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

"i love you, y/n. i'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, i’ll always stand up for you from now on. i promise."

you held him tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

"i love you too, jungwon. we'll get through this together, don’t carry this alone anymore."

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his eyes filled with adoration. "i promise i won’t, no matter what. you're my everything."

you looked up at him, your heart swelling with love. "and you're mine."

as the stars twinkled in the night sky, the moonlight reflecting onto the two of you, you knew that everything would be just fine.

there would be challenges ahead of you two, but with jungwon’s promises and his presence by your side, you felt ready to face them all.

and as you shared a sweet, lingering kiss under the moonlight, you knew that no matter what obstacles came your way, your love would always win.

© won4kiss 2024

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hey guys! i just wanted to come here and address the situation my account is in.

i'm sure you guys know who haze and emi is! i don't have haze's account but i have emi's which is emisloves. so, people have been asking me if i'm a minor. yes, i'm a minor. i'm 15, i'm NOT a baby and it's not messing with my mental health (as some people ahem.. haze.. have been applying) if i write smut. which i barely do. (as in i recently began to write smut.)

one thing i get, is the curiosity. people asking me if i'm actually a minor and if it's actually true. but, i find it incredibly rude when people make it seem like i'm crazy or so for writing smut.

i'd like to start with this:

if someone has audacity, it's YOU, emi. it's the fact that you were exposed for being racist and making racist comments with haze, being exposed by @intromortal in THIS post.

you can call me a bitch, but we both know that you're the shameless one. moving on, i'd like to show this:

this was sent to me by haze on her second account. i suppose haze assumed that i'd lie about my age. something i've never done since nobody even asked for my age and i didn't put an age in my bio. i didn't block her at the moment, i considered it but i never did.

i was SUPER polite with responding, which i have screenshots.. of me giving her the benefit of the doubt.

going back to emi, i was really nice to her, and all i even did (in the two times that i even left something in her inbox) was compliment her theme.. nothing vulgar.. the only reason i even interacted with the two was because their account was in my reccommendation.

and, with the post that @intromortal posted, i saw haze and emi's 'apology' for making the racist comments..

personally, if i was emi, i wouldn't be calling anybody else shameless. especially if i did something like that. being racist is one thing. calling someone else shameless (when that's all you) is another.

another post i found: this.. which also goes with the whole racist comment incident.

i found out (i'm not 100% sure about this one) that emi went on a hiatus after that, and came back. i assume that going on a hiatus was so that everything died down and she wouldn't have to deal with it after her apology.

but anyways, i just wanted to clear some things up. i appreciate my anons who let me know and all!

aisheteru ♡

pairing : ni-ki x reader ! genre : fluffy fluff flufffffff ! cw : forehead and nose kisses ! wc : 431

syposis : ni-ki teaches you japanese 🥸

“okay, say it with me—… o-ya-su-mi," riki’s voice was soft as he looked up at you, lips curling into a smile. his hands rested on your waist as you sat comfortably on his lap, legs draped on either side of him.

you nodded, trying your best to follow along. “oya…sumi. did i get it right?”

he nodded gently, fingers lightly tapping against your side. "perfect. you’re a natural."

the dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the room, prompting warmth to surround you. you could feel his steady and soothing heartbeat against you. the night was a calm and showed how hours had passed since you saw each other first, like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.

“okay okay, teach me another one,” you asked as you leaned forward slightly. his eyes seemed to have sparkle as he thought for a moment.

"okay, umm, how about... su-ki da yo. it means..." he hesitated, side-eyeing you with a knowing smirk on his face as his cheeks flushing slightly.

"what does it mean?" you asked, teasingly poking his chest, knowing full well what he was about to say. you didn’t do duolingo for nothing after all.

riki’s voice was a little quieter this time, but the playfulness never left his expression. “it means ‘i like you.’” he glanced up at you and you couldn’t help but smile at the way his eyes softened when he said it.

"well in that case….. i ‘suki da yo’ you too," you repeated slowly, enunciating each syllable, trying to make it as clear as possible.

his grin widened, adoration swelling in his chest at your stupid attempt at reciprocating his confess, though equally as proud of your pronunciation. without thinking, he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

hours have passed, and you’re completely sprawled against his chest, your body overlapping his as you nuzzle into his neck, your warm breath tickling his skin.

riki shifts slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before snorting when he notices the drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. without hesitation, he snaps a picture, already planning how he’ll tease you with it in the morning. but for now, he just smiles, soaking in your presence (and your drool) with a particular fondness floating in his eyes.

“aisteru,” he mumbles, his voice shaky and tired as he kisses your forehead again, setting his phone on the nightstand before finally wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you even closer, and shutting his eyes.

note : i love him very very much 😞

i find it funny that i have followers like are you aware im a loser

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚. fem!reader x yandere!riki // 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦. none really, this is not a smut! others may be unlisted // 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧. 421 (?) // 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦. yandere riki!, reblogs & likes are appreciated.. my amazing riki<3 this is one i recently wrote!!

🗯️ 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦. in which, nishimura riki is one of the most famous japanese painters but the girl in his paintings isn't just anyone..

one-shot under the cut !!

ㅤ𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈, one of the world's famous Japanese artist who was known for his unique yet beautiful paintings. Many of his beautiful paintings are displayed in prestigious galleries. His creations capture the essence of a beautiful, young woman, immortalized on canvas. However, what all these people didn't know was that this woman was real.

ㅤYou, his muse, find yourself in his art. A testament to the deep affection and perhaps a touch of obsession Riki holds for you. "You can lie on the couch, but be sure to show me your soft back.." Riki instructs as he gently adjusts the shirt you wore so your back shows enough to his liking.

ㅤ"Let me sketch you, my love." Riki's voice was so gentle that you almost forget you're handcuffed.. forced to stay with him, isolated in his house. It's not like he treated you badly, it was quite the opposite. He spoiled you, with affection and gifts, there were nights where he held you close. Whispering into your ear of how you 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 to him and 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 him.

  ㅤYou were his most valuable gem, his lucky charm. He was so obsessed with you, it was hard not to be. As you listen to him obediently, he presses a kiss to your lips before sitting behind the empty canvas, holding his palette which had different mixes of nude and mute colors. "Love, look at me."

ㅤRiki's voice was gentle, like always, except for the rare times when you tried running away. But now you knew better than to run away, and simply listened to him. You slowly look at him, and he smiles at you. "Good girl." He coos before beginning to paint the empty canvas with light strokes, the image in his head of how he'd dress you painted.

ㅤIn almost all his paintings with you, you only ever wore dresses. He loved seeing you wearing dresses, big dresses, small dresses, fancy dresses.. you could wear a garbage bag an he'd still love to look at you. Maybe it's her eyes.. Riki thought, but no.. it was really just his obsession.

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