nshmuras

[nshmuras]

hi i miss you

what stop i miss u too

[nshmuras]

ignore that rude ass anon because literally who are they

thanks queen 🤍

[nshmuras]

you fell off honestly… there are plenty of better niki writers now

i didn’t ‘fall off’ on being the “best riki writer” . i just don’t write smut for him like everyone else does. thats mainly why everyone follows certain riki writers. and i also don’t have a big passion for writing like i did before 🙂

[nshmuras]

• You’re all I need - 西村 力 ↳ ┊: understand - keshi

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆ni-ki gets jealous, but he can never ignore you for long, even if he tries ⨾

۶ৎ boyfriend!ni-ki x fem!reader┆angst to fluff┆jealousy, petnames, kissing┆wc 647

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ni-ki is tew cute :((( thank you to @asteria-wood for the idea!! i hope it turned out okay 🤍

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

ni-ki never liked to consider himself a jealous person. but—he was. there was no doubt about that.

he didn’t like people getting too close to you or looking at you for too long. of course he understood that it would happen, but he felt sulky at the thought of someone trying to steal you away.

so when you’re close friend—sunoo—was talking with you for longer than ni-ki liked, he started to feel the burning sensation of jealousy. he saw the way sunoo made you laugh so effortlessly , and the way your hand touched sunoo’s arm when you laughed. he didn’t like it one bit.

in a childish retaliation, he decided to ignore you for the rest of the night, feeling upset and jealous. it felt extremely immature, but ni-ki deep down felt a tinge of insecurity. he was worried that he wasn’t enough to make you laugh as hard, or that maybe you didn’t want him anymore.

the car ride was silent as he drove, too many thoughts spinning in his head. you felt the tension for sure, but you weren’t sure that ni-ki was ready to talk quite yet.

but when ni-ki walked straight to his room, you knew something was up.

heeseung raised an eyebrow at you from the couch, only for you to shrug your shoulders back at him, equally as confused.

“maybe just talk to him? he’ll definitely open up to you,” heeseung said, before picking up his water and heading to his own room.

you thanked him and said good night before making your way to your boyfriend’s room. slowly, you opened the door, unsure on how to approach ni-ki if he was mad.

“kiki? do you wanna talk about it?” you softly called out to the lump under the covers.

no answer.

you sigh, feeling frustration bubble up but choosing to let it go before things escalated.

“fine. i’ll be next door if you need to talk. maybe you’ll cool down by then,” you mumble, turning and shutting the door.

ni-ki couldn’t sleep though. every time he closed his eyes, he would have a nightmare about you leaving him for someone else. someone better.

he woke up in a sweat, the thin blanket sticking to his damp body. his breathing was heavy and he couldn’t think straight yet, his head feeling too hot.

without even realizing it, he threw the covers off, standing up hesitantly to walk to you.

the cold, night air helped cool him down as the moonlight guided him to you. slowly, he opened your door, immediately greeted with you already awake—like you hadn’t even closed your eyes yet.

your head turned to look at ni-ki, your eyes softening when they met his.

“hi ki,” was all you whispered, all that was needed to be said before ni-ki made his way to you, embracing you.

“i’m sorry angel,” he sighed into your shoulder. “i got jealous of sunoo hyung and then it made me insecure that maybe i wasn’t enough for you.”

his confession made your heart break because ni-ki was always well put together, never really expressing vulnerability like this.

“kiki….you’re all i want. never doubt that please, okay? you’re so perfect and wonderful, i truly can’t ask for anyone better. i’m sorry if i was ignoring you for sunoo too much,” you frown, gently brushing his hair out of his eyes. he practically melted into your touch, eyes closing as he let your hand run through his hair.

“thank you little love. i love you so much, it scares me to lose you,” he says softly, kissing your temple.

“you could never lose me, i love you so much kiki,” you smile, resting your head against his shoulder.

and it reassured ni-ki that he would never lose you, calming the insecurity that he wasn’t enough. because in your eyes, he was all you ever needed.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @cheruphic, @woniefication, @melodiessvy, @soona-huh, @kiwicup, @yuuuraaa

[nshmuras]

hi. user nshmuras. i'm weeping because i love you #sunkiforever

I LOBE MY MIMS GUYS

[nshmuras]

my friends hate me oh my gosh

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why are my legs spread guys

“sav hates buns” we have sesbian lex off of tumblr. please mind your business about other peoples friendships THANK YOU ! @nshmuras come over baby 👅

[nshmuras]

your friends are useless and so are you. no wonder you’re still alone bitch 😂.

nghh tell me that again im so close anon please

[nshmuras]

theme i creamed

cream in my mouth next time

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proof

@nshmuras just told me to kms.

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nshmuras hate train lol

hop off my cock challenge impossible

[nshmuras]

my pookie wookie mookie zookie i love u sososo much MWAH 😚

hi my queen

[nshmuras]

NSHMURAS HATE TRAIN LMFAOOOOOO

nshmuras is over…. heh….

[nshmuras]

yeah me and sav hate u actually, we’re not friends anymore and there’s SO much favoritism 🥰

[nshmuras]

pls stop bullying me or im ending it

yea @nshmuras lol i hate u soooo bad.

[nshmuras]

we need to appreciate jays hands more chat

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Jay’s hands…

you don’t remember exactly when the obsession started. maybe it was the first time you saw him play guitar, veins along his forearms flexing, his long, elegant fingers pressing against the strings with such confident ease. they were veiny, just the right amount of rough, and the way his knuckles flexed as he changed chords had you swallowing hard. he was wearing silver rings that day—your favorite—and your eyes kept darting to them every time they glinted under the soft lamp light.

“they’re so pretty…” you whispered with soft, dreamy voice.

he stopped playing and looked at you, one eyebrow raised. “my hands?”

“they’re just so perfect, Jay. is not fair.” you traced a finger down his wrist, trailing over the veins with a soft gasp. “do you even know what you do to me?”

his jaw tightened the smugness faltering as your touch lingered.

“you like them that much, princess?” he teased, but there was heat behind it now. he set the guitar aside, tilting your chin up. “should i show you what else they can do?”

or maybe it was when he first touched you.

because Jay doesn’t just touch, he handles. gently. like you’re precious. like if he pressed just a little harder, you’d bruise, and he’d never forgive himself. his hands always find you. on your thigh when he’s driving, thumb lazily brushing your skin like he needs to remind you that you’re his. on your waist at parties, when someone else’s gaze lingers too long and his grip subtly tightens, never rough, but enough. enough for you to feel it. enough for him to make a point. under tables at dinner with the guys, his fingers resting on your bare skin while he talks like nothing’s happening, all casual and composed while you try not to shift too obviously in your seat.

you’re the one who asked, shy and breathless, for his fingers in your mouth one night, unable to stop staring. he hesitated at first, always afraid of crossing a line, of hurting you, but he gave in when you begged. and fuck, he groaned, low and quiet, letting you pull two of his fingers past your lips.

now you always do it.

your mouth is so warm, your tongue swirling around them immediately, like you’ve been waiting for this all day. you suck slow, messy, eyes fluttering shut as you moan softly around them. and Jay is mesmerized, watching you absolutely fall apart from something so simple. he tightens his arm around your waist, other hand twitching at his side. “you’re really doing this just from my fingers, huh?” he murmurs, voice lower now, strained. “you’re such a dirty little thing.”

you whimper around him, drool starting to slip from the corners of your mouth as you bob your head slightly, like you need more. he watches the spit string between your lips and his knuckles, and it drives him crazy.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, tugging you closer, voice rough in your ear. “my messy girl.”

then came the night you asked for more.

“put your hand around my throat?”

he’d blinked, startled, like you’d just spoken another language. you felt his breath catch before he even answered.

“you’re serious?”

and when you nodded, flushed, needy, voice small, he listened. his fingers came up slow, wrapped so carefully around your neck like he thought you might break. the pressure wasn’t hard. just present. your body’s response was immediate. back arching, thighs tightening, eyes fluttering.

and that’s when he changed.

“fuck,” he groaned, voice low and ruined, “you like this. you—you really like this.”

and now? he can’t stop. it’s never too much. never careless. just perfect. like everything he does to you.

like the way he curls his fingers when they’re inside you, hitting just the right spot, soft and slow and purposeful like he’s more focused on making you fall apart than getting off himself. he always knows what you need, when to tease, when to press deeper, when to go still and just hold you.

in quiet moments, he takes your hand. always. never just grabbing it, no, he locks fingers. pulls it close. holds it tight. sometimes he lifts them to compare, palm to palm, brow furrowed like he can’t get over the size difference. “look at this,” he’ll whisper, tracing your fingers with his. “mine cover yours completely.”

he lives for it.

because you were obsessed with his hands from the start. but nothing compares to the way he looks at yours, like they belong in his. like the only place you should ever be is right next to him, hand in hand, thigh under his palm, jaw in his touch, body under his control.

he’s so soft and gentle with you, and you are completely sure that his hands were made just for you.

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hello bitch (fuck me in my ass)

ive lubed up the strap