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Nijiro X OC — requested by user: @yourtypagirl1

Summary: You’re lying down sleep on your tummy when Nijiro decides to wake you up with some tender love.

Includes: Lot’s of tongue action, love bites, sucking, heavy and sloppy kissing, lip biting, oral sex, sex in the shower, teasing, etc.

You lay on your stomach on top of your bed sheets, one leg propped up comfortably. This is your favorite sleeping position.

Still in a deep slumber, you just assume you’re having an extremely realistic wet dream about Nijiro when you feel soft kisses on your butt cheeks and down to your thighs. You groan quietly, murmuring things in your sleep.

Nijiro continues to kiss and bite your inner thighs, inching his way between them. He kisses your pussy multiple times, your panties are the only thing keeping him from eating you out until you cry.

“Hm,” Nijiro hums suggestively to himself seeing how wet you are, your arousal soaking through your underwear. “Y/n. Wake up. Dream me can’t possibly be better than real me.”

You blink your eyes open slowly, yawning as you come to. Your brain hasn’t yet registered the fact that Nijiro is laying right between your thighs behind you yet.

Getting ready to turn over and sit up on your bottom, you feel someone's head get caught between your thighs, their entire face brushing against your soft skin. What the hell?

“Oh shit,” he says, squeezing your thigh before taking in a nice mouthful of it again. “I like that.”

You can’t suppress your giggle when you’re face-to-face with Nijiro, laying in front of you with a look that you know all too well.

“You like being put in a headlock by my thunder thighs first thing in the morning?” You say playfully, raking your fingers through his messy bed hair.

“Mm-hm.” He sucks on your thigh, unintentionally leaving a mark there. He then loops a finger underneath your panties to pull them to the side before kissing and sucking there too. “Strangling me with those honestly seems like an alright way to go.”

Laughing again, your reflexes cause you to jump your legs shut quickly, closing his poor head up in them.

“Wait—you gotta hold on,” you manage to say through laughs. “I have to shower, maybe? Um, I don’t know…brush my damn teeth?”

He squints at you, his dark bangs touching just over his eyelashes.

“You’re perfectly fine,” he replies, sitting up on his knees to pull you down onto your back by your legs. “If you’re that worried about it we can do that together in a bit.”

He leans over you, kissing your lips lovingly. Sensing that you’re keeping your mouth as closed as possible, he pauses to look at you.

“Open,” he orders simply. You sigh quietly but obey him. He wastes no time attaching his mouth to yours, using his skilled tongue to deepen and spice up the kiss.

He lets you breathe, using his teeth to gently but assertively bite and suck on your lower lip. The sensation is tingly and sweet.

Sliding his hand down your breasts and tummy, he places his hand inside your panties, fingering you deeply and diligently with his middle fingers. His fingers touch the soft and spongy part of your pussy that trigger your body's ability to squirt. He gets off on kissing your face and neck, watching your face as he finger fucks you into a mess.

You moan into his mouth as he continues pushing on your spot. He kisses your chin softly as you tilt your head back in blinding pleasure. He then kisses down your neck and collarbones tenderly.

He licks up from your neck, chin, and back into your mouth, sucking on your lip and tugging it lightly as he does so.

“Let it out, woman. Let it out,” he urges you, his pace never faltering as you start to squirt against his hand. “Mm. Just like that.”

He smirks when you grab his hand to stop him from abusing the sensitive area. You’re too busy trying to steady your shaking and wobbly limbs at the moment. Only he could ever make you squirt like that.

When he takes his fingers out of you, he pops them into his mouth, sucking on them tormentingly.

“So fucking delicious, that pussy of yours.” He kisses your clit passionately before working his tongue into your pussy and sucking there diligently. He then comes up to your face, his nose gently caressing yours

“Wanna taste yourself?” He asks you through sultry eyes. He grabs your chin with his thumb and with a devious grin, swipes his thumb over your lips.

You nod without a word, your face says it all. He tilts your head by your chin and slithers his tongue back into your warm mouth, covering every crevice and area of it. Almost swallowing you whole.

He pulls back, a lewd and intimate string of spit coming from the sloppy kiss.

“You like that, huh?” He stands up from the bed and takes his bottom lip into his mouth, simply watching you—admiring the pretty and desirable mess you are. Messy hair, sleepy eyes, swollen lips, and that dripping wet pussy of yours. All of it. The yearning he currently feels to mess you up right now.

You smile shyly. “You’re an animal.”

He shrugs, agreeing. “Come here.”

You crawl toward him from the bed seductively, teasing and toying with his arousal and sanity. He raises his eyebrows at you and chuckles, eyes remaining on you, waiting and lusting for you.

You stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. He smacks your ass hard before snatching you up around his waist, making way for the bathroom.

Watching his face this close to yours, you notice the pure passion and love he has for you in his eyes and face. A face like that and a soul like that—there’s no denying how much he enjoys being this open and expressive with you.

He sets you down on the sink countertop and removes your underwear completely before tossing them anywhere. He then pulls your tank top over your head, making your disheveled hair even more disheveled. But Nijiro doesn’t give a rat's ass. He likes you like this: raw.

“Sexy motherfucker,” he utters, turning his back to you to get the shower water going. Seeming to have gotten it to a nice and steamy temperature, he sets his attention back on you, kissing your knee and then vigorously taking you off the counter.

As soon as you’re both in the shower, Nijiro presses his body against yours, pushing your back into the shower wall. He crouches down to lick up your body slowly and precisely. When he makes it back up, he takes your hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

“Nijiro,” you whisper, your whole body being set ablaze. Every woman should feel this way at least once in her life.

He sucks on the side of your neck, going upwards to tease your ear. “What is it, baby? Tell me what you want.”

He looks so angelic right now, the water running down his perfectly sculpted body. All you wanna do right now is suck the soul out of him.

“I want you in my mouth. Every inch,” you confess bringing your hands to rub up his upper body. You look into his eyes, a serious and adamant look in yours, but quite the opposite in his. He’s way too amused at your demeanor right now.

“Whatever you want, love. I’m yours,” he replies, kissing you deeply, and squeezing your ass simultaneously.

You come down to your knees, using his legs to support you. You wrap one hand around his shaft, palming him slowly at first. Your mouth can’t help but stay open at the sight of him. You know how hard you have to go to see even more of that alluring side of him.

Some minutes pass and after getting him in the mood, you latch your lips over his dick, taking it back out with a popping sound to lick the precum off the tip. He tastes as good and sweet as he looks. And that’s saying a lot.

You get off on watching his stomach hold his breaths in—the way it lurches and twitches with every suck, spit, swallow, and lick that you perform. It’s your motivator to get every single physical reaction out of him possible.

He moans weakly, “That feels so good…damn that feels so good.” He places his hand on the shower wall to stable his quivering body.

Once your cheeks start to hallow, that’s when he knows it's a wrap. Your head bobs back and forth, a pace unmatched as you take in his girth like a champ. You’re dead set on taking this man's soul. But he’s not having it.

“Shit, woman,” he nearly cries, breath hitching in his tight throat. He grabs the back of your head, pulling your mouth off of him. “You trying to take me out? You got a hit out on me?”

Breathless you smile up at him, a handful of your hair still tight within his grip. “Why’d you stop?”

He brings you back to your feet and picks you back up, almost too easy. “I don’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

Legs wrapped snugly around him, he presses you back against the wall and pushes himself inside of you, the both of you letting out a sigh of immense relief.

You claw at his back, pushing your head back to welcome every part of him the access it needs to fill you up entirely. You want no spots untouched.

Nijiro grips your thighs around him, using the clutch to fuck himself into you like never before. The two of you are a panting and chaotic mess, working yourselves to orgasm.

“Oh, baby” you cry out. Nijiro lazily puts his open mouth against yours, exchanging hasty and fast breaths.

Feeling your orgasm coming, you join him in thrusting, using your hips to fuck him back as he pounds into you mercilessly.

His eyes roll back at the action and his forehead comes down to touch yours. You throw an arm over his shoulders, feeling as though you might fall at the momentum and speed you’re both using. Not to mention the incoming sensations and powerful emotions approaching.

You orgasm harshly, a strained scream displaying your climax. But you’re a real one. You continue to thrust your hips with as much energy as you can muster to aid Nijiro in riding out his orgasm. He strokes in and out of you at a weaker speed now, seeing in his face that he’s about to cum. But you refuse to stop regardless of how overstimulated your body is. You’ll cum again just to give him an earth-shattering orgasm.

His release of sounds is muffled into the side of your neck, but you can hear the overwhelm and explosive satisfaction in his voice anyways. You finish off with a few more feeble thrusts against his sensitive member and he sighs tiredly.

“That’s crazy,” is all you can think to say. Nijiro is most definitely a good fuck—he knows what to do with that dick he’s been blessed with. But you don’t think the two of you have ever orgasmed that hard before.

He steps back, letting you down gently. Still, out of breath, he shakes his head, hands on his hips as he looks at you. “I know right.”

Heyyyyyy yall! This was my first request and I truly hope that I came through on the expectations of what was asked of me. 🤍 I enjoyed writing from Nijiros side. I’ll do more Nijiro Murakami in the future. Of course, I’ll still do Chishiya content as well. But hope yall likkkkeee. — Ash <3

Imagine/Scenario — Nijiro Murakami

This was requested! I hope you like it hun. <3

1. When he’s interested in someone:

NIjiro is charismatically coy; he’s a little awkward when he has a crush on a person, but it’s endearing and flattering. The person can see that he’s trying and is complimented by that. Nijiro is a quiet freak — he wouldn’t dare to be outwardly sexual right away. He’s very respectful and knows how to control himself/respect boundaries. But don’t get it twisted; he’s already picturing all the things he’ll wanna do to please his crush. After all, it is human nature to do so. Except once he’s gotten to that stage with his person of interest, he’s gonna do everything he promised/fantasized about like a pro. As for who makes a move first, Nijiro will be a little calculated and specific. He’ll drop hints and compliments, making every excuse to talk to or be around that person without coming off as clingy or creepy. To put it simply, he’ll play it by ear to not scare them away. If the person is sorta shy as well, he’ll eventually make a gentle but genuine pass. If they’re a bit more outgoing, he’s okay with waiting it out some more before saying something that directly expresses his infatuation/interest.

2. As a boyfriend:

When it comes to Nijiro as a boyfriend, overall it is an enjoyable, sweet, and intimate experience. No relationship is flawless as most people know, but he will always make a conscious effort. He’ll have his faults and he’ll make mistakes, but he is also the type to communicate, apologize, and never make the same mistake twice. Not to mention how serious he is about his apologies. If he hurts them or does something that isn’t all that great, their hurt will affect him. In regards to his personality, his shyness will begin to wear off and his goofy, playful, and touchy side will show. He’s a jokester and loves spending time with his partner. As goofy and silly as he is, he’s super calm and patient, too. He rarely ever raises his voice, but he’s not a pushover though. He’s a good communicator, so if he needs to get stern with them or be assertive he has no problem with that. No need to yell; his partner will hear every point he needs to make clearly and precisely. His actions most certainly display his affection for them. He’s a “say-er” and a “do-er.” When he says he loves them, he shows it with kisses, gifts, dates, massages, good conversation, and reassurance.

3. Nijiro in bed:

In bed, Nijiro isn’t as vanilla as one would assume from that sweet and innocent face of his. Don’t get me wrong — he’s gentle and patient during sex, but once speed is gained and heat is hotter and hotter, he’ll become passionate and immersed in his lover. He’ll easily leave them wondering how the hell he managed to do what he did to them in such a gracefully executed manner. He enjoys the build-up to the more messy and unpredictable sex, as foreplay is vital to him. Being present and not rushing is also everything to him. He’s a very good and proud pleaser; a giver. So, in terms of him being good or not, he goes beyond that. He makes it his job to listen to his lover's body, sounds, and requests — everything. Him being good is an understatement. His favorite positions are the ones where he can see the face of his partner: missionary, them on top riding him, from the side while making out, table-top, etc. He gets off on watching their face as they get each other off. Watching their face also helps him to know what more to do and what not to do. The pace he prefers is slow and steady. He doesn’t rush his love-making. He will go slow at first to get his partner riled up and to feel every bit of the exchange, going faster once he sees he’s successfully found the perfect spot to strike over and over again. For his kinks, he’ll have a couple of them. Based on his personality, he gets off on pleasing. Watching them cum because of him is a trade of pleasure by itself. He might also be into bondage, crumbling with excitement at the sight of tying them up as he eats them out, fingers them, fucks them, or caresses/massages them. He’ll get an intense kick out of watching them struggle, unable to move their hands or legs and feet, grab the sheets, or anything. They’ll have to take everything that happens without a fuss.

Gosssshshhh he’s so pretty. I couldn’t stop staring at these pictures of him like omg. I can def. see him being like this as a boyfriend. He gives off angel energy chile mmmm. Yummy. I just wanna get down on my knees and suck him off in that seat he’s sitting in in the photo above. 😩😩😩😩😩 — Ash <3

I’ll have that Submissive Nijiro smut request up later today! Get exciteddddd ahhh. After this one I’m thinking of doing one where he’s a college professor and one of his students manage to seduce him into sex after class….

Submissive Nijiro M. x dominant reader(male or female. Picture whatever you prefer, it's your brain :p)REQUESTED⭐️

Genre: Smut, fluff

Summary: You’re leaving the mall with Nijiro when you just so happen to run into a coworker… Let’s just say Nijiro becomes a little jealous watching the questionably invasive and overly-touchy encounter.

“You like those?” you ask, a delighted smile on your face. “Grab em’. I’ll get them for you.”

Nijiro turns to you, raising his eyebrows in a way that questions whether you’re serious or not. You love his sweet little face to bits and pieces. “You mean it?”

You caress his cheek, smirking at his tiny shiver. “I wouldn’t say so if I didn't.”

It's a simple pair of jeans that he's eyeing (a $300 pair to be exact), but you don't mind it. The two of you each have your own money to buy whatever you'd like, but you love spoiling one another anyway, you more so than him. It brings you a great deal of satisfaction to spoil him rotten. When and if he's deserving of it, that is.

He kisses your lips, eyes beaming with appreciation. “Thanks, babe.”

Finishing up in the store, the two of you head for the exit doors of the mall, discussing the day you’ve shared.

“I love spending quality time like this with you,” he confesses, holding his hand in yours.

You inhale a clean breath of fresh air and nudge him fondly with your shoulder. “I love you, hun.”

He looks down at his feet, smiling shyly. His smile disappears instantly when your name is yelled, a tall and lanky male approaches you.

“I figured that was you,” he says, the pitch of his voice a little too excited for Nijiro’s comfort. He takes you into a tight embrace, hand easing despicably close to your lower back. “You look amazing, per usual.”

“Thank you, Lawrence,” you reply, showing credit for his compliment. “You as well. Nice seeing you outside of work.”

“Ah, yes. Same to you,” he reciprocates, awkwardly shoving a hand into his pocket. “How rude of me. Who might this be?”

“This is my other half, Nijiro,” you respond. “Nijiro meet Lawrence, my outstanding colleague.”

You can tell right away that Nijiro isn't very interested, but you know he isn't a rude person. “Nice meeting you, Lawrence,” he forces, his jaw tightening.

“You too, man,” he says, appearing to pick up on the tense atmosphere. “I’ll see you Monday, y/n.”

You nod with a closed-mouth smile, watching as he walks away through the mall doors.

“Come on, baby. Let's go,” you tell Nijiro, taking his hand back into yours.

He shimmies his hand from yours, stuffing them into the pockets of his hoodie. “My hands are kinda sweaty right now.”

You know his hands never get sweaty, but you pretend the gesture doesn't hurt your feelings, allowing him to have his space. “Okay, sweetheart.”

* * * * * *

Upon arrival at your gorgeous home, you and Nijiro take your shoes off at the door, placing them in their respective slots in the organizer.

“Are you okay, baby?” you ask him, watching as he pulls his hoodie over his head and hangs it up on the coat rack. “You seem a little upset.”

He shakes his head, sliding his feet into his slippers. “I’m alright, just a little sleepy.” His voice is dull and empty, hinting at more of an annoyed and dismissive attitude over a sleepy and crabby one.

“Oh okay. I’m going upstairs to take a shower,” you relay, eyes following his body as he bounces down onto the couch. “You can join me if you'd like. And then maybe afterward we can take a nap together?”

He turns the tv on, keeping his head facing forward. “I think I’ll just stay down here for now. I'll shower later on.”

Already hurt by the cold and curt behavior he's exhibiting, you start to become somewhat defensive. His outright meanness leaves a bad taste in your mouth. And you don't find that appropriate for your sweet boy; it isn't like him. You decide that if he continues, this cannot go unpunished.

“I love you,” you say from behind him, arms crossed over your chest as you wait for him to say it back.

“You too,” he replies, still refusing to face you when he speaks. He's determined to keep his focus on the tv show, prolonging his petty episode.

You cut your eyes at the back of his head, getting a full grasp on how far he's willing to take his disrespect and blunt insolence. He must be in the mood to be begging for forgiveness because, at the rate he's going, he's going to be down on his knees and at your feet in remorse.

“Hey,” you warn, wrapping your hand around his chin to pull his head back to face you. “I said that I love you. Don't take that lightly. Now say it right.”

He examines your face, discerning the features that make it up. He knows that you're not playing around with him now. “I'm sorry. I love you, too.”

You let his chin go after a few seconds, giving him the death-stare to make sure he understands.

He stands up from the sofa, coming over to stand in front of you. “I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I really am.” He opens his arms out in an attempt to hug you, but you take a neglectful step back. You keep your arms at your sides firmly, trying with all your might not to cave into his sad face.

“Aht-aht,” you reject, holding your stance. “And what is it that you’re sorry for, Nijiro?” You continue. Nijiro knows it isn’t that easy to redeem himself; not when he’s taken it this far.

He fiddles with his fingers, his face burning with embarrassment. “I was wrong. I was bratty and mean to you earlier, and I apologize. I was just jealous. I know it's silly, but I was.”

Your cheeks start to burn from how hard you're smiling. You can't help it, watching his shy mannerisms as he speaks. Nijiro can be obnoxious at times, but he isn't a bad person. Not in any sense of the word. You adore him crazily. It's impossible to stay upset at him.

You bring your hand up to his cheek, thumb skimming it with love. “Oh honey,” you exasperate. “You have nothing to be jealous of. No one can take me away from you. I'm yours and you're mine. Okay, my love?”

His eyes stay fixed on his feet. “Okay.”

Ducking your head down, you try to catch a glimpse of his face, but fail miserably. “Do you feel better, now?”

He raises suddenly, startling you. “Can I make a request?”

Your eyebrows crease curiously. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“No one hugs you like that,” he says, undertones of envy and disgust in his words. “No one but me. I didn’t appreciate him hugging you like that in front of me, behind me, across from me. Just don't let him do that to you.”

You bring a knuckle between your teeth, hiding your laugh. Ironically, you find him most adorable when he's upset. “Whatever you want, hun,” you reply, agreeing to his proposal. You ruffle his soft hair, sliding your hand down his back to pull him in for a hug.

“Forget a shower,” you start, patting his back tenderly. “I'm in the mood for a nice, warm bath, yeah?”

* * * * * *

In the bedroom, you undress Nijiro from head to toe. When finished, you throw his clothes into the hamper. You then remove your clothes and poke his cute butt as you both enter the bathroom.

You bend down into the porcelain tub, turning on more hot water than cold. A familiar feeling scratches your brain; an intuition. Nijiro is staring at your bare body from behind.

Just as soon as you turn around, your gaze is drawn to between his thighs. His dick is saying hello to you.

He blinks at you innocently, the nerves in his penis causing it to jerk up and down. “I couldn't help it.”

Using the pads of your fingers, you touch his shaft lightly. “It's alright, sweet boy. Let's get in the bath.”

You step in first, sliding your body down. You moan in relief as the steamy water covers you. “Come on.”

Nijiro steps in carefully, using the edges of the tub to squat down between your legs. He stretches out his skinny legs and leans his back against your chest.

When the water arrives at an amount you like, you squeeze Nijiro’s thigh to get his attention. “Turn the water off for me, hun.”

He nods, leaning forward to turn both knobs off. He returns to his comfortable position on you, his face content and relaxed.

You wrap your arms around his torso, tugging him against your chest. “Sweetheart?”

“Hm?” He purrs sleepily.

“You know that if there's anything you want, you can just ask me, right?” You mention, sensing that your sweet boy is in need of something.

“Yes, I know,” he answers.

You smile beside his ear, teeth grazing it. “Is there anything that you want from me now? Anything at all?”

He starts and stops a couple of times nervously. It isn't until you enclose his twiddling hands into yours securely that he refocuses and finds his voice.

“Can you touch me?” He finally asks.

A devilish smirk spreads across your lips. You put your hand out in front of him, suggesting he use it as a guide. “Show me where you'd like to be touched, my baby.”

His hand eases out the water to grab your wrist softly. He pushes it through the water, between his thighs. “Here, y/n.”

You palm his erect penis, feeling his body tense up. “And what do you say when you want someone to do something for you?”

He whimpers, lulling his head on your shoulder. “Please. Please touch me.”

Snaking your free hand around his throat, you use your occupied hand to rub him up and down passionately. You allow him to feel every gesture your hand makes, always leaving him fully satisfied.

You kiss his temple as you work him into your hand. He continues to moan and cry as if this is just what he needs.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” You ask him, tightening your hold around his neck. You begin to stroke him more aggressively, using his noises as a signal to pick up speed. “Good boys deserve to cum. Are you a good boy? Have you been good to me?”

His hips thrust involuntarily, forcing you to go even faster. Your hand slams against his pelvis, subtly bruising the skin there.

“I’m a good boy, I promise,” he whines, eyes rolling up to flutter at you.

You audibly chuckle, slowing down the pace you're using. “Is that so? But you were bad today, right? You weren't properly punished for that, right?”

He struggles to hold himself together, his bottom lip quivering. “I know... I was a bad boy. But it was only because you're mine and no one else’s.”

Your strokes become lazy, snatching his release straight away from him. “Is that an excuse I hear? Shall I stop?”

“No! Don't! Please,” he says frantically, on the verge of tears. “It's not an excuse. I swear it's just the truth. Please.”

“Okay, baby,” you whisper soothingly. You decide you've tortured him enough, knowing prolonging it takes a toll on you. “I know you're a good boy.”

His uptight body melts back into you when you resume, picking back up right where you left off.

Nijiro is so close to coming that he starts speaking a slew of unintelligible words, mimicking gibberish.

“Don’t stop - oh my God.” He holds his mouth open without a sound, squeezing his eyes shut. When he releases, the heavy breathing, gasps, and whimpers return.

You watch him ejaculate into the water, spilling himself into it like a mini explosion. His dick twitches out remnants of cum.

You kiss him on the jaw, softly rubbing his tired head. “You must be sleepy, sweetheart. Let's hurry outta here so we can take that nap now.”

I don't even know what to say y'all. Submissive Nijiro is a treasury. Thank you sooo much for requesting this idea. This is pure gold. Alsoooo, I was going to include a choker/chain/collar kinda deal, like in the pic above, but I ended up getting a little carried away 😩 I’ll do something like that in the near future though.- Ash <3

I love that I’ve found someone who takes request for nijiro. Could you pretty please do a long time best friend nijiro falling in love and confessing to reader. Just some cute shy boy niji for the soul 🙏

Finally finished this! I’m so sorry if I made you wait long. I hope that it ends up being worth the wait, my love.

Nijiro Murakami x Reader

Summary: You invite Nijiro to your housewarming party when he asks you to step outside with him to talk.

“Nijiro,” you say, looking him up and down in the doorway. You sling an arm over his shoulders and pull him in for a heartfelt hug. “I’ve missed you.”

He brings his arms around you, exhaling himself into the hug. “I’ve missed you, too.”

You release from the embrace and shut the door, locking it. You turn to him smiling. “Um, grab a drink, have some food—do whatever you want. My home is your home. You know that.”

He nods frigidly, scanning the living room in front of him. You currenly have about a dozen people over; just a chill housewarming party. Buying your first home at such a young age is a big deal.

Nijiro walks over into the kitchen and grabs a beer, striking up a conversation with people already in there. Hm. That’s new. Nijiro, to your knowledge, doesn’t drink. And you know that man better than he knows himself. You watch him for a second in amazement. You’re overjoyed to see him like this after almost a year. Everything feels complete to you now.

His eyes glance over to your focused stare and your eyes widen a bit before smiling. He caught you being a little creep.

He shifts in his stance, leaning against the counter. You nod to yourself, leaving him to finish his conversation.

“Y/n, your house is gorgeous,” one of your college mates compliments. “If you need a landscaper in the near future, hit me up, okay?”

You ruffle their hair playfully. “Of course. Who else would I ask?”

While trying to steal another look at Nijiro, you realize how much of a negligent host you are.

“Fuck,” you curse, palming your forehead. You make your way through the clutter of bodies in your living room and enter the kitchen.

“Niji,” you call, grabbing his wrist lightly. “Let me formally introduce you to everyone.”

He looks from the people he was talking to and back to you. He whispers timidly, “You don’t have to do that.”

You dismiss him altogether and clear your throat powerfully. “Attention, please.”

The room goes quiet and everybody turns to you. Some of them make jokes or silly noises.

“This is my best friend since fourth grade. My heart, my soul, Nijiro Murakami,” you announce, kissing his cheek.

The room fills with applause and a few hoots here and there. You squeeze Nijiro’s hand and smile

He blushes and snickers, peering down at his feet like they’re the most interesting thing ever. “Thank you, everyone. Nice meeting you all.”

“Aw. He’s shy,” one of them says. “We don’t bite, Nijiro. It’s Y/n you gotta watch out for, shit.”

They laugh and you glare at them “Yeah, y’all would know, huh?”

Nijiro looks at you as you reply; a look of adoration. Still chuckling, you turn to face him. Your hand is still intertwined with his.

His palm gets a little damp and he pulls away, scratching the back of his neck. “Can I talk to you outside, y/n?”

Your smile drops, slightly worried. “Sure, Niji.”

You shut the door behind the two of you, stepping out onto the front porch. You must admit though, the anxiety dancing around in your stomach is making you queasy.

“What's going on, Niji?” you ask, your frantic mind already assuming the worst.

He fiddles around with his fingers, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater. You recognize this gesture all too well. He's nervous as fuck right now.

“Just promise me you won't freak out, okay?” he half asks half warns. Your stomach and chest tighten apprehensively. Is this why he was drinking? Is he this petrified about telling you whatever it is he's about to tell you?

“Niji. Stop it. You're scaring me,” you answer, shoving his shoulder. “Just say it. You know how much I hate it when people beat around the bush.”

He sighs and begins to rub his elbow, finding it hard to keep still.

“You know how you asked me a few weeks ago if I was seeing anyone yet?” he begins, recalling a previous conversation.

You nod once. “Yeah?”

“Well, I lied about my reason,” he resumes, locking eyes with you. “It's not because I haven't found a good person yet. I have. I'm just worried they won't like me back.”

You chuckle making a sad face. “Oh, babe. What's not to like? You're a sweetheart. A true gentleman, Niji.”

You inch closer to him and rub his arm soothingly. “Shoot your shot, love. I'm sure they're gonna be so happy that you did.”

He looks at you in a way you've never seen before. The look gives you a sensation he's never given you before. You take a step back. Shit, shit, shit. I’m so fucking dumb, you shout in your mind.

“Nijiro,” you say in a tone so hushed, it's barely audible.

He stares at you apologetically, the soft sun highlighting the side of his face. The glow from the sun paired with the heat of the moment is making your limbs weak.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes, fumbling around with his fingers even more. “I can't help it. I don't see myself with anyone else, y/n. I love-”

“Wait,” you cut him off, holding onto the wooden handrail on your porch. “Hold on a minute. Ten minutes ago you were just my childhood best friend. So, my bad for needing a second.”

He looks away, eyes guilty and full of hurt. “I should have stayed quiet.”

You shut your eyes tight, relishing in the short but refreshing breeze that tickles your skin. The sound of the trees in the wind brings you back to the present.

“Niji,” you say, trying to gather yourself. “I'm not mad at you, okay? I just-”

His face is beet red from embarrassment as he looks anywhere but at you.

“I'm confused, taken aback, happy, and flattered right now,” you confess shaking your head as you speak. “Because... I feel the same way about you, Niji.”

His sad eyes widen at your words. “Y/n...”

You nod, standing just inches from his face now. “I've been scared of my feelings toward you for a while now. Especially since I haven't seen you in so long. I've been scared of all of it: you liking me back, you not liking me back...terrified of you not liking me at all anymore. All of it.”

His eyes get watery as he smiles. “You're beautiful, so damn beautiful.” his hand presses against your cheek, shaky and unsteady. He kisses you softly and you melt into the action. The kiss is the best one you've ever had. Not because of the technique or the depth of the kiss, etc. But because there's a mutual transaction of deep love and connection already established between you two.

You share an emotional hug and talk a bit more. The sun is starting to set.

“Hey,” you say, tapping under Nijiros chin. “How about I kick these idiots out and me and you just chill and eat the rest of that junk food in there?”

He smirks and nods in excitement. “That honestly sounds like heaven right about now.”

🥁 I'm baaaaaccckkk. - Ash <3

I’ll have this up later today 💗💗

I love that I’ve found someone who takes request for nijiro. Could you pretty please do a long time best friend nijiro falling in love and confessing to reader. Just some cute shy boy niji for the soul 🙏

Hi! Of course I can. Be on the lookout for it in the next few days or so. <3