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The heavy, throbbing ache in your muscles is the only thing anchoring you to reality as you unlock the door to the shared apartment. The air inside is cool, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off your skin after such a brutal workout session. Every step feels like a chore, your gym clothes sticking to you like a second, suffocating skin.

You drop your bag by the entryway with a dull thud. All you can think about is the shower, the thought of hot water washing away the sweat and exhaustion is the only motivation you have left.

You head straight for the bathroom, already peeling off your damp clothes. The quiet of the apartment surrounds you, making you think you’re completely alone. You turn the handle, letting the water run until the room begins to cloud with thick, heavy steam, blurring the edges of the mirror.

Stepping into the glass enclosure, you close your eyes and let the spray hit your face, sighing as the tension begins to melt from your shoulders.

But the click of the bathroom door cutting through the sound of rushing water tells you that you aren't alone anymore. Through the fogged glass, a tall, familiar silhouette moves closer.

The heavy glass door slides open, letting a draft of cool air slice through the thick steam. Riki stands in there, still in his damp gym gear, his dark eyes locked onto you through the fog. The contrast between the cool air and the heat of the bathroom makes you shiver.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" he asks, his voice low, cutting easily through the roar of the rushing water.

"Sorry... I just felt so disgusting," you murmur, wiping the water from your eyes as you look back at him.

"Yeah, yeah..." he mutters, a slow, knowing smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

He doesn't step into the water right away. Instead, he reaches down to grab the hem of his soaked workout shirt. You watch his muscles tense as he pulls the damp fabric up and over his head, tossing it onto the bathroom floor outside.

Next comes the waistband of his shorts. He slides them down his legs, peeling away the last barrier of his clothes until he's completely bare, the cool bathroom air raising goosebumps on his skin.

He finally steps over the ledge and into the tight enclosure with you. The heavy glass door slides shut behind him with a definitive click.

The shower feels instantly smaller. The air grows thick and suffocatingly hot as he steps directly into your space, crowding you beneath the spray. The water immediately drenches his hair, sending slick tracks running down his chest as he corners you against the wet tile.

The heat radiating off his bare skin is intense, you can feel the adrenaline from his workout rolling off him in waves.

"Riki," you breathe out. You place your hands against his chest, feeling the steady, rapid thud of his heart beneath your palms. "Let's just... let's wait until after we shower. We just got back. I want to actually get clean."

A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates in his chest. He doesn't step back. Instead, his hands come up to rest on the tiled wall on either side of your head, effectively trapping you between the cold stone and his burning body.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his breath hot and damp. "What's the point of waiting? We're just going to get all sweaty again anyway."

The confidence in his voice sends a sudden prickle of heat straight down your spine. Before you can even formulate a protest, his right hand leaves the wall, his fingers tracking a slow, deliberate path down the side of your neck, over your collarbone, and down to your waist. His grip is firm, and his fingers are digging into your hip with a possessive pressure that leaves no room for argument.

"Besides," he murmurs, his gaze dropping to watch the water track lines down your skin, "you look too good right now to make me wait."

He crowds you further, his thigh sliding between yours, forcing your legs slightly apart. The friction of his wet skin against yours is dizzying. You try to draw a deep breath, but the air is thick with steam and his familiar, intoxicating scent. Your hands shift from his chest to grip his shoulders for balance as your knees already feel a fraction weaker.

"Riki, seriously, my legs are already like jelly from the workout," you try to reason, though the breathiness of your own voice betrays you.

"Good," he whispers against your lips, his thumb stroking a slow circle into your hip bone. "Then you won't mind letting me hold you up."

He doesn't give you another chance to speak. His mouth comes down on yours, hot and demanding, effectively silencing any remaining logic. It’s not a gentle kiss, it’s a direct continuation of the intensity he brought home from the gym. He tastes like the clean rain of the shower water mixed with a fierce, burning hunger that immediately sets your pulse racing.

As the kiss deepens, his hand slips lower, his fingers slick with water and heat as they find the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You gasp into his mouth, a sudden jolt of electricity shooting through you as his touch grows bolder, migrating firmly toward your core.

"Riki—" you whimper against his lips, your fingers tightening into the muscles of his shoulders as he begins to tease you with a slow, agonizingly deliberate rhythm.

"Shh," he breaks the kiss just enough to mutter against your skin, his jaw tight as his fingers work with a devastating precision. "Just take it."

He uses his other hand to grip your chin, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to look into his eyes. They are dark, blown out, and entirely focused on your reactions.

Every slide of his fingers makes your breath hitch, the water pouring over both of you only heightening the slick sensation of his touch. He knows exactly where to press, his thumb finding your clit and applying just enough pressure to make your hips twitch involuntarily.

"You're already so wet," he rasps softly, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he watches your expression fracture. "See? I told you there was no point in waiting."

You try to hold yourself steady, but the combination of your exhausted muscles and the relentless, expert movement of his fingers is too much. He accelerates the pace, his fingers deeply inside you while his thumb relentlessly drives you toward a peak.

"Please," you gasp out, your head dropping back against the wet tile as your hips helplessly chase his hand.

"Please what?" he says, his voice a low and commanding. He doesn't slow down. If anything, his movements become more aggressive, his fingers fucking you ruthlessly until your thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably.

Your knees buckle completely, your weight giving out, but Riki’s grip on your hip instantly tightens. He hoists you up, pinning you flat against the shower wall, refusing to let you drop, refusing to let you escape the building storm. You are completely at his mercy, caught in a dizzying spiral of overstimulation as he continues to drive into you until you are entirely broken open under his touch, crying out his name into the foggy, echoing room.

He watches your orgasm wreck you, his own breathing ragged now, his chest heaving against yours. But he doesn't let you rest. Before you can even recover from the aftershocks, he reaches down, gripping your thigh and lifting it over his hip.

The heat of his cock presses firmly against your drenched, aching cunt.

"I told you this before," he pants, his eyes locking onto yours with an absolute, unyielding dominance. "We're not done until I say so."

With one powerful motion, he drives himself completely inside you, stretching you so deeply that the breath is knocked entirely from your lungs. The shower walls literally vibrate with the force of his movement as he begins to fuck you, the rhythm fast, heavy, and completely relentless.

The steam continues to fog the glass, completely trapping you in a wild, breathless haze where the only thing that exists is the roaring water and the undeniable, overwhelming power of Riki breaking you down, piece by piece.

The force of his first few thrusts pins you helplessly against the wet tile, the slick stone offering no traction as Riki takes complete control of your body. Every time he slams into you, your breath hitches.

The water pelts down from above, blinding you, but Riki’s gaze remains locked onto your face, tracking every twitch of your features, every desperate gasp that leaves your parted lips.

"Riki, wait—" you try to cry out, your hands clawing weakly at his wet shoulders. The sensory overload is staggering, the roaring water, the thick, heavy steam choking the air, and the sheer size of him tearing you completely open. It’s too much, too fast after your muscles were already pushed to their limit at the gym.

"I'm not waiting," he murmured against your neck, his lips pressing a hot, bruising kiss to your collarbone as he thrusts deep, shifting his angle to hit that exact spot inside you that makes your entire body go rigid.

You let out a broken sound, your fingers digging into his back. Your legs feel entirely useless now, trembling violently as he sets a punishing, relentless rhythm. He handles your weight effortlessly, one massive hand hooked under your thigh, holding you aloft while his other hand presses flat against the wall right beside your head, the shower structure subtly vibrating under the force of his movements.

"Look at me," he rasps, his voice a low rumble that vibrates straight through your chest.

You force your eyes open, your vision blurred by tears and spray. Riki’s jaw is clenched tight, a vein pulsing at his temple as he fucks you with a fierce, possessive hunger.

He looks entirely lethal in the dim, foggy light of the bathroom, a dominant force that refuses to let you slip away into the numbness of exhaustion.

"You're so tight," he pants, a low, guttural sound tearing from his throat as he accelerates, his cock driving relentlessly against your aching pussy. "Am I too much for you? Tell me."

"Yes—please, Riki, I'm going to—"

You can't even finish the sentence before another wave of intense pleasure threatens to fracture your mind. Your body is already so raw, so completely undone from the way he fingered you moments ago, that every single friction of his skin against yours feels like an electric shock.

"Nah, don't drop yet," he warns, catching your lips in a harsh, bruising kiss that drowns out your whimpers.

He intentionally slows his pace for a split second, drawing almost completely out of you until you moan at the sudden emptiness, only for him to slam back inside you all the way to the hilt, burying his length so deeply that your hips twitch automatically against him.

The steam has turned the bathroom into a complete blur, sealing the two of you into a private, hot cocoon. The scent of soap is entirely overwhelmed by the musk of your shared sweat and the unmistakable heat of raw, unfiltered desire.

He shifts his grip, suddenly turning you around so your front is pressed flat against the cold tile wall. The sudden contrast of the chilly stone against your flushed chest makes you gasp, but before you can adjust, Riki crowds his entire body against your back. He pulls your hips back, aligning you perfectly before he slams back into you from behind.

This angle is even deeper, hitting you with a brutal, direct force that causes the shower walls to shake. Your hands slide against the wet tile, unable to find a grip, leaving you entirely dependent on the way his heavy hands clamp onto your hip bones, anchoring you to his rhythmic, devastating pounding.

"Riki, please—I can't—" you sob out, your head dropping against the tile wall as the fogged surface smears with your movement.

"You can," he mutters, his breath scorching the back of your neck as his teeth lightly graze your shoulder blade. He refuses to finish, refuses to let himself give in, holding back his own release with a terrifying amount of control just to keep you right on the edge of breaking.

The relentless pace shifts, the air in the small enclosure settling as Riki seems to feel the slight tension in your posture. The punishing, frantic energy of the moment softens, grounding itself back into something thick, heavy, and intensely connected.

He doesn't pull away, but the aggressive drive of his movements slows down to a deep, deliberate drag that lets both of you catch your breath.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his breathing a heavy, ragged heat against your skin as he lets the hot water pour over both of your shoulders, letting the silence settle between you.

When he pushes forward again, the movement is a slow, rolling thrust that fills you completely. The friction turns from a sharp, overwhelming spike into a deep, agonizingly sweet ache that pulls a soft, long breath from your lips.

"Hey," he murmurs, his voice a low, and vibrating against your ear, the earlier edge entirely melting away. "Look at me."

He gently guides you to turn back around to face him, his hands supporting your weight with an easy familiarity so your exhausted legs don't have to bear the burden. When your eyes meet his through the cascade of water and steam, the intense focus in his dark gaze hasn't changed, but it's smoothed over by a heavy, protective warmth. He reaches up, his thumb gently wiping the moisture from your cheek.

"Too much?" he asks softly, his chest heaving against yours as his length shifts deeply inside you.

You shake your head slightly, your hands sliding up to wrap securely around his neck, finally finding your rhythm with him.

"Just... tired. Everything is so sensitive."

Riki lets out a soft, breathy laugh, his forehead leaning against yours as the water blankets you both. "I've got you," he promises, his voice dropping to a gentle, reassuring purr. "I'll hold you. Just relax against me."

He begins to move again, but the cadence is completely altered, with measured, and incredibly deep strokes that stretch the pleasure out rather than rushing toward the edge.

It’s an intense, heavy sensation that makes your core ache with a quiet warmth, each tilt of his hips designed to make you melt rather than fracture. His hands stay anchored on your hips, no longer locking you down, but smoothly guiding you against his body to ensure every single point of contact is pure, unhurried heat.

The bathroom feels entirely peaceful now, the steady, soothing roar of the shower swallowing up everything else as the steam wraps around you like a heavy blanket. Riki sways with you under the water, drawing out the moment until you're completely soft and pliable in his arms.

The steady, rhythmic drumming of the water continues to echo off the tiles, creating a private cocoon around the two of you as the steam grows thicker.

The slow, deep thrusts of his hips stretch out the sensation, allowing your body to fully adjust to the thick, heavy warmth filling you.

Every single slide of his length is deliberate now, no longer punishing, but incredibly intense in its consistency. Your hands tighten around his neck, your fingers knotting into his wet hair as your hips begin to subtly shift on their own, finding a quiet, natural harmony with his pace.

"Riki..." you breathe out, the sound vibrating right against his chest.

"Yeah," he says softly, his voice thick, a low rumble of pure satisfaction. He pulls you just a fraction closer, his large hands anchoring firmly on the underside of your thighs to take every ounce of your weight. "I got you. Just stay right here."

The gentle, rolling rhythm begins to naturally tighten, the pleasure shifting from a soft, radiating ache into a concentrated, burning heat low in your belly.

The friction of his wet skin against yours under the cascading water becomes hypnotic. Even without the frantic speed from before, the sheer depth of him fucking you is pulling you right back up to the edge, your internal walls contracting tightly around him with every movement.

Riki’s breathing hitches, his jaw clenching tightly as he feels your body begin to tremble again. The gentle warmth in his eyes darkens with a sudden, heavy spike of desire as your tightness threatens to break his immense control.

"Fuck y/n," he pants against your ear, his pace naturally quickening just a bit, the deep strokes turning firmer, harder, as the heat becomes too much for either of you to contain. "You’re squeezing me too tight... you're ready, aren't you?"

You can only nod against his shoulder, a broken whimper escaping your lips as your hips helplessly chase his steady, powerful thrusts. The build up is thick and intoxicating, completely consuming the last of your strength.

"Go ahead," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a raw, command as he drives deep, hitting that exact spot inside you with a sudden, unyielding precision. "Come for me."

With a final, deep thrust, the tension snaps. A loud gasp is knocked from your lungs as a shattering climax ripples through your entire body, your muscles clenching around him in violent, desperate waves. Your head falls back against the wet tile wall, your vision blurring into complete white.

As you unravel completely in his arms, the tight, relentless pressure of your body pushes Riki entirely over the edge. His control snaps completely. He lets out a sharp, ragged gasp that echoes off the shaking walls, his hips slamming forward one last time to bury his cock to the absolute hilt. He freezes right there, his entire body going completely rigid as he cums deeply inside you.

The heavy, breathless sounds of his release mix with the roar of the water as he spills his burning heat completely, filling you to the brink while holding you tightly against his chest.

The frantic motion completely stops, leaving only the loud, heavy sound of your synchronized, ragged breathing cutting through the steam. He stays buried deep inside you, his heart hammering wildly against your ribs, simply holding you up as the aftershocks slowly fade and the water continues to pour over your shared skin.

For a long, quiet minute, neither of you moves. Riki keeps his arms securely wrapped around you, his hands resting gently on your lower back to keep you anchored against him as the last of the tremors fade from your legs.

Slowly, carefully, he draws back just an inch, his cock slipping out of you with a soft, slick sound. Instead of stepping away, he turns his body to shield you from the direct spray, letting the hot water hit his back while he reaches down to adjust the handle, turning the flow into a gentle, warm mist.

He reaches for the bottle of body wash on the small corner shelf, pouring a generous amount into his palms until a thick, fragrant lather builds.

"Turn around," he murmurs softly, his voice deep and rough from exhaustion as his fingers gently coax your shoulders.

You comply, pressing your hands lightly against the tile wall for support as your muscles continue to feel like jelly. Riki steps up close behind you, his warm, soapy hands coming down onto your shoulders.

He begins to wash you, his movements slow and deliberate, a complete contrast to the power trip from earlier. His palms glide over the aching muscles of your back, working out the tension from both the workout and the shower, before tracing down the line of your spine.

His touch is incredibly tender as he cleans the sweat and the remnants of your intimacy from your thighs, his fingers moving with a quiet care that makes you melt completely against him. Once you’re completely clean, he pulls you back under the warm mist, using his hands to gently rinse the soap from your skin.

He takes a quick moment to soap himself down and rinse off, the water washing away the last of the exhaustion. When the soap is completely gone, he turns off the valve, the sudden silence in the enclosure heavy and peaceful.

He slides the glass door open, immediately reaching out to grab two large, plush towels from the rack before the cool bathroom air can hit your skin. He wraps one carefully around you, tucking the edges in to trap the remaining warmth of the shower, before wrapping the second one around his own waist.

Even with the towel shielding you, a small shiver runs through your body, your exhausted muscles still trembling slightly from the sheer intensity of the last hour. Riki notices instantly.

Without a word, he steps close, hooking one arm securely under your knees and the other behind your back, effortlessly lifting you into his arms.

"Riki, I can walk," you murmur weakly, your voice small and raspy against his neck, though your arms automatically loop around his shoulders for balance.

"Yeah right," he mutters, a soft, breathy chuckle vibrating in his chest as he carries you out of the damp, steam fogged bathroom. "Your legs were shaking just standing there. Just let me hold you."

He carries you into the quiet comfort of the bedroom. He deposits you gently onto the center of the mattress, taking a moment to use the edges of the towel to gently pat away any lingering droplets of water from your skin.

Once you’re dry, he pulls the heavy, thick duvet all the way up to your shoulders, tucking you in tightly like a cocoon to make sure you're warm. He slides his own towel off and tosses it toward a chair before slipping into the bed right beside you.

The mattress dips under his weight as he slides beneath the covers, immediately pulling you close until your back is pressed flat against his bare chest. He loops one heavy arm around your waist, pulling you tightly into his frame, his body heat radiating through you like a furnace.

For a long time, the room is completely silent, save for the hum of the apartment's air conditioning and the steady rhythm of your breathing. He rests his chin lightly against the crown of your head, his fingers tracking slow, lazy circles over the bare skin of your shoulder.

"Hey," he murmurs softly into the quiet room, his voice dropping to a low, vulnerable register that you only ever hear when it's just the two of you like this.

"Yeah?" you breathe out, your eyes already growing heavy as the warmth of the bed and the comforting weight of his arm soothe your exhausted mind.

His hand stops its movement for a second, his fingers gently gripping your waist a bit tighter, pulling you just a fraction closer against him.

"Sorry if I went too hard on you," he whispers, the rough edge completely gone from his tone, replaced by a genuine, quiet tenderness. "I know you were already tired from the gym. I just... lost my head a bit when I saw you in there."

Hearing the slight hint of worry in his voice makes you smile weakly in the dark. You shift slightly, turning your head just enough to press a soft kiss against the smooth skin of his forearm wrapped around you.

"It's okay," you murmur softly, your hand coming up to rest over his, intertwining your fingers together. "It felt good. I just really don't think I can move my legs until tomorrow."

A soft, genuinely happy laugh huffs out of his nose, his lips pressing a lingering, warm kiss into your hair. "Good. You don't have to move at all. I got you."

He resumes the slow, rhythmic tracing of his fingers against your skin. The fierce, unyielding force from the shower feels like a distant memory now, replaced entirely by the safe, protective bubble he’s built around you in the dark.

The soft golden light of sunrise filtered through the sheer curtains of your bedroom, casting a warm glow over the chaos you'd created.

Clothes were scattered across the floor, skincare products lined up on your desk, and your open suitcase sat like a gaping mouth waiting to be fed.

It was barely 6:15 AM, and the house was already alive with the sounds of your mom calling out instructions from downstairs.

You stood in the middle of the mess, tossing another pair of denim shorts into the suitcase while Riki lounged on the edge of your bed like he had zero worries in the world.

He looked unfairly good for this early hour. ash blonde hair with sandy blonde undertones tousled just right, that signature silver streak catching the light. he wore an oversized Chrome Hearts hoodie, the cross necklace you loved dangling against his chest, baggy black cargos, and a couple of silver rings on his long fingers.

To everyone else, Nishimura Riki was the definition of a bad boy— nonchalant, cocky, always pushing boundaries. but here, in your house, he played the role of the perfect, polite boyfriend flawlessly.

Riki tilted his head, watching you with an amused smirk.

"Babe… you're actually packing right now?" he asked, voice low and teasing. "we're leaving in like two hours, dwarf. i packed everything a week ago."

You shot him a glare over your shoulder, grabbing a stack of bikinis. "and? not everyone is obsessed with being early like you, Riki. chill."

He let out a quiet laugh, leaning back on his elbows. "nah, i'm just responsible. you've been hyping this beach cabin trip for two months straight and you're still throwing random shit in a suitcase at the last minute. classic dwarf behavior."

"Call me dwarf one more time and i'm throwing this straight at your head" you warned, holding up a hairbrush.

Riki grinned, completely unfazed. "dwarf."

You threw the hairbrush. he dodged it effortlessly, laughing under his breath as it landed on the bed beside him.

"See? violent. this is why you need me around— to keep you in check" he said, picking up the brush and tossing it back to you lightly. "hurry up though, for real. your mom's gonna lose her mind if we're late."

Before you could reply, the door opened and Seonghyun —your 13-year-old brother— shuffled inside, still in his pajamas, hair a complete disaster, eyes barely open.

"Mom's already screaming downstairs" he groaned, immediately collapsing face-first onto your bed like it was his personal territory. "she said if you're not done in ten minutes she's dragging you out by your hair."

Riki reached over and ruffled Seonghyun's messy hair with a smirk. "told you, dwarf. even the kid knows you're slacking."

Seonghyun lifted his head, grinning as he looked between you two. 'Yeah. Riki-hyung finished packing forever ago. he showed me his suitcase yesterday. everything was folded and organized. yours looks like a bomb went off."

You crossed your arms, staring at the two boys now teaming up against you. "oh, so this is how it's gonna be? you two ganging up on me at six in the morning?"

Riki shrugged innocently, that cocky smirk still firmly in place. "we're just stating facts. you've had two months to prepare and you're doing this now? crazy work."

Seonghyun nodded enthusiastically, still sprawled across your bed. "mom's gonna yell at you so bad. she already told me to bring my suitcase down ten minutes ago. Riki-hyung helped me zip it."

You threw another shirt— this time at your brother. "traitor. go help Mom instead of lying on my bed like you pay rent here."

"But it's comfy" Seonghyun whined dramatically, hugging your pillow. "and Riki-hyung is right. you always do this. last time we went to grandma's you forgot your phone charger and cried the whole way there."

Riki laughed quietly, clearly enjoying himself way too much. "see? even your little brother remembers. you're such a silly girl sometimes, dwarf."

You pointed at him. "you're supposed to be on my side, idiot."

"Nah" he replied in a lazy tone "i'm on the side of truth. and the truth is you suck at packing."

Seonghyun snickered into the pillow. "burn."

You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. "both of you can leave my room if you're just gonna bully me. especially you, Riki. Mr. 'i don't care about anything' but somehow super excited to be stuck in a beach cabin with my entire family for two weeks."

Riki raised an eyebrow, the teasing glint in his eyes sharpening. "what? can't a guy be excited to spend time with his girlfriend's family? your parents like me. i'm charming."

"Yeah, because you fake it so well" you muttered, stuffing more clothes into the suitcase. "out in the streets you're all bad boy this, tattoos that… but the second my dad walks in you turn into 'yes sir, no sir, would you like help with the bags sir?'"

Seonghyun sat up suddenly. "wait, is that true? Riki-hyung, are you fake?"

Riki shrugged, completely unbothered. "gotta make a good impression, kid. your sister's the real menace here."

"Menace?" you scoffed, zipping your suitcase with more force than necessary. "you literally got three new tattoos after your mom told you not to. you're the definition of shameless."

"And you love it" he shot back with a wink, voice low enough that Seonghyun didn’t catch the full tone.

Your brother groaned loudly. "ew, stop flirting. i'm literally right here."

The sound of your mom's voice echoed up the stairs again. "Seonghyun! come down and help with the coolers! and tell your sister if she's not ready in five minutes we're leaving without her!"

Seonghyun jumped up dramatically. "told you! good luck, sis. Riki-hyung, save me a seat in the car."

"Bet" Riki replied, doing a small fist bump with the younger boy as he left.

Once the door clicked shut, Riki stood up and walked over to you. he placed his hands on your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder for a moment as you tried to close the overfilled suitcase.

"You're really testing me already, dwarf" he murmured, amusement clear in his voice. "two weeks with your family around… and you're gonna keep being a brat the whole time, huh?"

You leaned back into him just slightly, smirking. "maybe. what are you gonna do about it?"

He pressed a quick, soft kiss to the side of your neck before pulling away, ever careful not to get too handsy with your family awake and moving around. "you'll see. now finish packing before your mom actually comes up here and drags both of us downstairs."

You finally managed to zip the suitcase. Riki, ever the gentleman when it mattered, lifted it effortlessly for you.

"Ready?" he asked, that signature nonchalant expression back on his face.

You nodded, grabbing your backpack. "let's go before i change my mind and stay home just to annoy you."

He chuckled, opening the door for you. "after you, dwarf."

As you both headed downstairs, the chaos of your family preparing for the trip filled the air— your dad loading the car, your mom organizing snacks, Seonghyun complaining about having to sit in the back seat again. Riki slipped seamlessly into his well-behaved boyfriend role, greeting your parents politely and offering to help carry more bags.

But every time he passed by you, that mischievous glint in his eyes promised that the real Riki— the teasing, relentless one —was waiting for the right moment.

The entire family was already loaded up and waiting in the driveway when you finally dragged your last bag outside. your dad was behind the wheel, checking the time on the dashboard for the third time.

Your mom was in the passenger seat organizing snacks and drinks. Seonghyun had already claimed the right back seat, and Riki was sitting behind your mom, long legs stretched out as much as possible.

You took your sweet time putting the final bag in the trunk.

"Babe, come on" Riki called out the open window, sounding amused. "we're all waiting on you, dwarf."

"I'm coming, i'm coming!" you replied, rolling your eyes as you finally climbed into the car, squeezing between Seonghyun and Riki in the back seat.

The second you closed the door, your dad sighed loudly and started reversing out of the driveway.

"Finally" he muttered, half-joking but clearly a little annoyed. "we were supposed to leave at 6:30. it's almost 7:15. one day you're going to make us miss a flight or something."

Seonghyun immediately jumped in. "yeah, dad's right. you always do this."

Riki leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, that signature lazy smirk on his face. "for real. i told her upstairs she was gonna be late. she still took forever, sir."

Your jaw dropped as you looked between the three of them. "are you serious right now? all of you are seriously attacking me? i had to make sure i didn't forget anything!"

Your dad chuckled, eyes on the road. "sweetheart, you've had two months to pack. we all packed days ago."

"Exactly" Riki added smoothly, glancing at you with teasing eyes. "even i packed early, and i'm not even part of the family yet."

Seonghyun snickered. "Riki-hyung packed a week ago. he's more prepared than you."

You turned and smacked Riki's thigh lightly with the back of your hand. "you're supposed to be on my side, idiot! why are you agreeing with them?"

Riki laughed quietly, rubbing the spot you hit even though it didn't hurt. "i'm just being honest, dwarf. you can't get mad at me for telling the truth."

Another smack to his leg. "you're the worst boyfriend ever. i hate you.”

"No you don't" he replied cockily, dodging your next playful hit. "you love me. stop hitting me, baby."

Seonghyun was full-on laughing now, leaning forward to look at you. "she's so mad. look at her face! Riki-hyung, she's gonna explode."

"Mom, help me out here" you complained, smacking Riki's arm this time. "you're literally my boyfriend. act like it."

Riki grinned, completely unfazed. "nah, i'm switzerland. neutral. except you're clearly wrong in this situation, dwarf."

"Two against one!" Seonghyun cheered. "actually three against one if you count Dad."

Your dad laughed from the front seat. "i'm staying out of this. but yes, you were late, kiddo."

You groaned dramatically and crossed your arms, sinking deeper into the seat. "i can't believe this. my own family and my boyfriend turning on me. this vacation is cursed already."

The car fell into a comfortable rhythm as your dad merged onto the highway.

The beach was around 100 km away — roughly an hour and twenty minutes if traffic was decent. golden morning light streamed through the windows, and the distant sound of music played low from the radio.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, Riki nudged your knee with his.

"You still mad, dwarf?" he asked, voice low and teasing.

"Yes" you huffed, turning your head away from him to look out the window.

He leaned closer, shoulder brushing yours. "c'mon, don't be like that. you know i'm just messing with you."

You ignored him.

Seonghyun, sensing an opportunity, joined in again. "she's giving you the silent treatment already, hyung. that's a new record."

Riki chuckled. "she'll crack in like five minutes. watch."

You whipped your head around. "i can hear you two, you know."

Both boys started laughing. Seonghyun reached over and poked your arm. "she's so easy to annoy."

"Stop it" you whined, swatting his hand away before turning to smack Riki's leg again. "and you— you're supposed to defend me! not team up with my little brother!"

Riki caught your wrist gently before you could hit him a third time, his long fingers wrapping around it. "quit hitting me, dwarf. i'm driving-safe here."

"You're not even driving!" you shot back.

"Still. respect your elders" he said with a straight face.

"You're only five months older than me, dumbass."

Seonghyun burst out laughing again. "she called you dumbass. Mom, did you hear that?"

Your mom turned slightly in her seat. "you three better behave back there. we still have over an hour left. i don't want to hear constant fighting the whole way."

Riki instantly switched modes. his posture straightened, voice turning polite and smooth. "sorry, Ms. mom, we're just playing around. we'll quiet down."

Your mom smiled, satisfied. "thank you, Riki. at least one of you has manners."

The second your mom turned back around, Riki looked at you with the most devilish little smirk, mouthing "told you" before leaning back casually.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "fake" you whispered.

He just winked.

For the next twenty minutes the car was relatively calm. your dad talked with your mom about directions and where to stop for coffee.

Seonghyun put his earbuds in and started playing games on his phone. you scrolled through your own phone until Riki's hand found its way to your thigh, resting there innocently under the cover of the blanket your mom had tossed back earlier.

He squeezed once — not enough for anyone to notice, but enough to make you glance at him.

"Still mad at me, babe?" he whispered, barely moving his lips.

"You're annoying" you whispered back.

"Yeah, but you like it."

You tried to hide your smile and failed. Riki noticed immediately and smirked, giving your thigh another light squeeze before pulling his hand back like the perfect gentleman.

The drive had taken a little over an hour and twenty minutes, but the moment your dad turned onto the quiet coastal road, the view opened up.

The beach cabin sat right near the shore, elevated slightly on wooden stilts with a wide deck overlooking the ocean. The smell of salt and sea air hit you instantly as soon as the car doors opened — thick, refreshing, and impossible to ignore.

"Wow…" you breathed out, stepping onto the wooden path leading to the front door.

"Not bad" Riki said casually, but you could see the spark in his eyes. He was excited, even if he tried to play it cool.

Your dad unlocked the front door and everyone started unloading the suitcases, leaving most of them piled near the entrance for now. the inside of the cabin was beautiful — light wooden walls, big windows letting in natural light, and that constant sound of waves in the background.

"Alright, let's check out the rooms first" your mom suggested, already taking charge.

There was one large master bedroom with its own bathroom — obviously for your parents — and two smaller but still cozy bedrooms down the hall.

Seonghyun immediately sprinted toward one of the smaller rooms and threw himself onto the bed with a loud bounce.

"This one's mine!" he yelled, spreading his arms and legs like a starfish. "it's so cool! look at the little window, i can see the ocean from here!"

Riki walked into the room after him, nodding slowly like some kind of interior design expert. he crossed his arms, tilting his head as he inspected the space.

"Yeah, this layout is nice" he said thoughtfully. "good natural light. smart use of space." he glanced at your dad, who was doing the exact same thing in the hallway. Riki copied the motion perfectly, mirroring your dad's posture and serious expression. "very well designed, sir. i like the wooden details.”

Your dad smiled, clearly pleased. "right? the pictures online didn't do it justice."

You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at how obviously Riki was trying to impress him.

Your mom, however, was already in full organization mode.

"Enough sightseeing for now" she called out. "let's get all the suitcases inside first. food goes in the kitchen, clothes in the rooms. Seonghyun, stop jumping on the bed and help carry things!"

"But Mommm" Seonghyun whined dramatically from his new bed. "can't we go to the beach first? we've been in the car forever!"

"No. unpack first, beach later" your mom said firmly. "now move."

Riki immediately switched back into perfect-boyfriend mode. "i'll start bringing the heavier bags in, Ms. Mom"

You both grabbed a couple of suitcases and headed toward the second smaller room — the one that would be yours and Riki's for the trip. the moment you stepped inside and closed the door halfway, Riki's entire demeanor changed.

He quickly glanced toward the hallway, checking if your parents were in sight. when he confirmed they weren't, he pushed you against the wall with a smooth motion, one hand on your waist, the other cupping the back of your neck as he kissed you hard.

His tongue slipped into your mouth instantly, deep and hungry, like he'd been waiting hours for this. both of his hands slid down to grab your ass roughly, squeezing hard as he pressed his body against yours.

You gasped into the kiss, pushing at his chest. "Riki— stop" you whispered frantically against his lips. "my parents are literally right outside."

He smirked against your mouth, squeezing your ass again, pulling you tighter against him.

"So?" he murmured, voice low and cocky. "they're busy. i've been stuck in a car with you for over an hour acting like a saint. i deserve this, babe."

You turned your head when he tried to kiss you again. "you're so stupid. what if my mom walks in?"

Riki chuckled quietly, clearly enjoying how panicked you were getting. he leaned in and bit your bottom lip teasingly before finally pulling back, hands still resting on your hips.

"Relax. you're acting like we're committing a crime." he stepped away casually, grabbing one of the suitcases like nothing had happened. but the smirk on his face was pure trouble.

You tried to fix your hair, heart still racing. "you're actually insane."

He glanced out the large window that faced the ocean, the waves sparkling under the morning sun. a dangerous little smile spread across his lips.

"Damn… what a nice view" he said, loud enough for you to hear but not too loud. then he turned to you with that signature teasing glint. "you'd look real pretty like that, you know? on all fours, ass up, looking out at the sea while i fuck you from behind. bet the view would be even better with you moaning my name."

Your eyes widened in horror. "Riki!" you hissed, rushing over to smack his arm. "shut the fuck up! what if someone hears you?"

He laughed, that low, shameless sound, clearly loving how worked up you were getting. "relax, dwarf. you're so easy to scare. your face right now is priceless."

"You're such an asshole" you whispered angrily, cheeks burning. "i'm actually going to kill you on this trip."

"Yeah?" He stepped closer again, towering over you "keep talking like that and i'll give you a reason to scream my name for real. see how quiet you can stay then."

You shoved his chest, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped. "my brother is literally in the next room and my parents are unpacking. behave."

Riki raised his hands in mock surrender, but the smirk never left his face. "fine, fine. i'll behave… for now." he picked up another bag, heading toward the closet. "but two weeks is a long time, good luck keeping me in check."

From the hallway, your mom's voice called out again. "kids? how are you doing with the bags?"

Riki instantly straightened up, putting on his polite mask. "almost done, Ms. Mom, we're organizing everything."

You stared at him in disbelief. "fake ass" you muttered under your breath.

He winked at you over his shoulder. "only for them. for you? i'm keeping it real."

Seonghyun's voice echoed from his room. "Mom! can we go to the beach now? i'm dying here!"

The chaos of the family vacation had officially begun, and Riki was already testing every limit he could find — especially yours.

A little while later, after all the suitcases had been dragged into the rooms and the kitchen supplies were mostly put away, you and Riki were finally organizing the last of your clothes in the closet of your shared bedroom.

You folded a stack of shorts while Riki hung up his hoodies, moving with that effortless coolness he always had. from the kitchen, you could hear your mom's voice rising slightly.

"I told you to close the bread bag properly, honey. now it's going to get stale by tomorrow!" your mom complained.

Your dad sigh "it's just bread. we'll finish it before then."

"It's the principle! if you don't close it, the air gets in—"

Riki glanced toward the half-open door and let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. he stepped closer to you, voice low so only you could hear.

"Wow… she really sounds exactly like you when you're nagging me about shit" he teased, that signature smirk on his lips. "same tone and everything. you're literally mini-Mom, dwarf."

You whipped around and smacked his arm playfully. "shut up, Riki. i do not sound like that."

He rubbed his arm dramatically even though you barely hit him. "you kinda do though. 'Riki, you left your shoes in the middle of the room again!'" he said, imitating your voice. "sound familiar?"

You hit his arm again, harder this time. "i said shut up! you're so annoying."

Riki laughed under his breath, catching your wrist before you could smack him a third time. "you love hitting me. violent ass."

Before you could reply, Seonghyun appeared in the doorway, already changed into swim trunks and a tank top, bouncing with energy.

"Mom and Dad are fighting over bread" he announced, rolling his eyes. "this is so boring. can we please go to the beach now? i've been waiting forever!"

Riki immediately nodded, ruffling the younger boy's hair like the cool older brother he pretended to be. "i'm down, bro. beach sounds good. we've been stuck inside long enough."

Seonghyun's face lit up. he turned to you impatiently. "hurry up then! just grab anything and let's go! i wanna build sandcastles and go in the water."

You looked down at your clothes. "i still need to change—"

Riki cut you off with a lazy grin. "don't worry about it, shortie. i'll help her get dressed real quick."

Seonghyun made a disgusted face instantly. "eww! gross. i don't need to know that. i'm leaving!" he turned and practically ran down the hallway, yelling over his shoulder "hurry up or i'm going without you!"

The second Seonghyun disappeared, Riki closed the bedroom door halfway and turned to you with a completely different look in his eyes.

"Get changed, dwarf" he said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he watched you openly.

You rolled your eyes but went to your suitcase anyway.

You pulled out the bikini you had packed specifically to mess with him — a tiny black string bikini with delicate gold accents. the top was barely more than two small triangles that tied around your neck and back, while the bottoms were low-rise with thin strings on the sides that showed a lot of skin.

It was cheeky, borderline scandalous, and you knew it would drive him crazy.

You changed quickly behind the half-closed closet door, then stepped out.

Riki went completely still when he saw you. His eyes dragged slowly down your body, lingering on your chest, your waist, and the way the bottoms sat high on your hips, exposing the curve of your ass.

"Fuck…" he muttered under his breath, pushing off the wall. "you really wore that on purpose, didn't you?"

You gave him an innocent smile, doing a little spin. "what? it's just a bikini. we're at the beach."

He stepped closer, voice dropping. "that's not a bikini, that's a fucking weapon. your ass is barely covered, babe. i'm gonna have to fight myself the whole time we're out there."

"Good" you said sweetly, poking his chest. "maybe you'll finally lose that fake calm attitude."

Riki's jaw clenched, but he smirked. he reached out and tugged lightly on one of the strings at your hip. "you're such a brat. keep playing games and i'll drag you back in here and fuck the attitude out of you while your family's right outside."

You pushed his hand away, trying to hide how his words affected you. "you wish. now stop staring and let's go before Seonghyun comes back complaining."

He groaned quietly but grabbed two towels anyway. before you left the room, he leaned down close to your ear.

"Just know that if i act weird out there… it's your fault for wearing that tiny ass thing."

You smirked and walked out first, swaying your hips a little more than necessary.

The three of you headed down to the beach together. Seonghyun ran ahead excitedly, already kicking off his sandals the second his feet hit the sand.

The ocean was beautiful — clear turquoise water, gentle waves, and soft golden sand stretching out in both directions. not too many people around since it was still early in the day.

Seonghyun turned back to you both. "come on! let's go in the water!"

Riki adjusted his sunglasses, trying (and failing) to keep his eyes off you in that bikini. every time the breeze moved, the strings shifted slightly, and you could practically feel the tension radiating from him.

"You good, Riki?" you asked innocently, tilting your head.

He gave you a tight smile. "Yeah. i'm great."

Seonghyun looked between you two suspiciously. "you guys are being weird again."

Riki quickly recovered, throwing an arm around the younger boy's shoulders. "nah, we're good. race you to the water?"

Seonghyun's competitive side won immediately. "you're on!"

As the two boys sprinted toward the waves, you couldn't help but smile. Riki was playing the perfect role— cool, fun, responsible older boyfriend —but you knew the second he got you alone, that patience he was barely holding onto was going to snap.

And you were going to enjoy pushing him until it did.

The sun was high in the sky by the time you and Riki wandered further into the ocean. Seonghyun had found a group of kids his age and was already fully occupied — screaming, splashing, and building a massive sand fortress with them.

For the first time since arriving, you and Riki had a small moment of semi-privacy.

The water reached just above your waists, the gentle waves rocking your bodies softly. Riki moved behind you and wrapped his long arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. his skin was warm from the sun, wet and smooth against yours.

He pressed soft, slow kisses along your bare shoulder, then up the side of your neck, savoring the taste of salt on your skin.

"Fuck, baby…" he murmured lowly against your ear, voice husky. "you look insane in this bikini. literally got me rock hard under these shorts right now."

You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head back against his shoulder. "you're so dramatic."

"i'm serious" he whispered, kissing right below your ear. "been trying to hide it since you walked out wearing basically nothing. i miss you already… even though you're right here. you're too fucking pretty, baby. makes me wanna do bad things to you."

His hands stroked your waist under the water, thumbs brushing the strings of your bikini bottoms. he kept kissing your neck lazily, occasionally nipping at the skin just enough to make you shiver.

"You really wore this tiny thing just to mess with me, didn't you?" he continued, voice low and teasing. "such a little brat. you know exactly what you do to me."

You turned your head slightly, smiling. "maybe. is it working?"

"Too well" he groaned quietly, pressing his hips forward so you could feel how hard he was against your ass. "if your brother wasn't twenty meters away i'd already be inside you."

You turned around in his arms to face him, the water lapping between your bodies. Riki's eyes were dark despite the bright sunlight.

You cupped his face and kissed him slowly, deeply. it wasn't rushed or desperate — just hungry. your tongues moved together lazily, savoring each other while the waves pushed you closer.

His hands stayed on your waist, occasionally sliding down to squeeze your ass under the water.

After a long minute you pulled back, breathing a little heavier. "i'm starting to get hungry…"

Riki hummed, still brushing his nose against yours. "yeah, me too. your mom's probably got something ready by now. it's like… noon already."

You both reluctantly separated and waved Seonghyun over. he came running, dripping wet and grinning ear to ear.

"We're gonna go eat something" Riki told him. "stay close to the other kids and don't go too deep, okay? come back to the cabin in a bit when you're hungry."

"Yeah, yeah" Seonghyun said, already turning back to his new friends. "i'll come later!"

When you got back to the cabin, the sensation of dry sand sticking to your wet skin immediately made you grimace.

"Ugh, i hate this feeling" you complained, brushing sand off your arms. "i'm gonna shower real quick."

Riki raised an eyebrow. "already? we're probably getting back in the water after lunch. doesn't make sense to shower now."

You crossed your arms. "i don't care. i hate feeling sticky. i'm showering."

Your dad, who had just returned from checking on Seonghyun, simply shook his head with a small smile and headed back outside, choosing not to get involved.

Your mom, however, overheard from the kitchen and sighed. "you two, stop bickering so much. it's only the first day."

Riki instantly put on his polite mask, smiling sweetly at your mom. "we're not fighting, Ms. mom, it's just a small exchange of ideas. healthy communication, right?"

You rolled your eyes so hard it was almost painful. "fake" you muttered under your breath as you walked toward the bathroom.

Your mom chuckled. "Riki, you're not allowed to go in the bathroom with her. i'm watching you" she teased lightly.

Riki laughed innocently. "i just wanna make sure she's okay. i'll be quick."

The second you both entered the bathroom, the energy shifted completely.

You started pulling out a fresh towel and your shower products while Riki leaned against the sink, eyes locked on you.

"Do you need anything before i get in?" you asked, turning on the water to let it warm up.

"Nah" he said, voice dropping. he stepped closer, closing the door carefully so it barely made a sound. "but my dick hurts from watching you walk around in that bikini all morning, babe. for real."

Before you could respond, Riki had you pressed against the bathroom counter, kissing you deeply. his hands roamed down your body, tugging at the strings of your bikini bottoms.

"Riki… my parents are right outside" you whispered, even as you kissed him back.

"I know" he murmured against your lips, smirking. "that's why we're being quiet."

He pulled your bikini bottoms down just enough to expose you, he lowered his beach shorts, then pressed his hard cock right against your bare pussy.

He started grinding slowly, the fabric creating delicious friction as he pressed you against the counter.

"Fuck… you're already wet" he groaned softly, one hand covering your mouth gently.

You whimpered against his palm as he rolled his hips harder, the thick outline of his cock sliding between your folds, rubbing perfectly against your clit with every movement.

Riki leaned down, biting your neck softly while he kept grinding. "look at you… letting me fuck you like this..."

You moaned quietly into his hand, thighs trembling.

"Shhh" he whispered, eyes dark with lust. "gotta stay still, baby. can't have your mom hearing how well you take my cock into your little cunt..."

Riki watched your face intently, that cocky little smirk never leaving his lips even as his breathing grew heavier.

"Turn around" he ordered quietly, voice rough with need. "i wanna see that ass while i grind on you."

You hesitated for half a second, heart racing at the risk. your mom was literally cooking in the kitchen just down the hall, and your dad could come back inside any moment.

But the heat in Riki's eyes made you obey. you turned around, placing your hands on the bathroom counter and arching your back slightly, pushing your ass toward him.

"Fuck… that's it" he groaned under his breath.

He stepped right behind you, pressing his still-hard cock between your ass cheeks.

He started grinding again, slow and deliberate, the thick ridge of his cock sliding back and forth against your bare pussy. the fabric of his shorts was rough and warm from the sun, creating that filthy friction you both craved.

Riki's hands moved up your body, sliding under the tiny triangles of your bikini top. he cupped your breasts fully, squeezing them roughly as he continued rolling his hips against your ass.

"These tits look so good in this bikini" he murmured, voice low right next to your ear. "been wanting to play with them all morning, baby."

He kneaded your breasts greedily, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples before pinching them lightly.

Every time he rolled his hips forward, his cock pressed harder between your thighs, the head nudging against your clit with each thrust. the wet sounds of fabric rubbing against your soaked pussy filled the small bathroom, dangerously loud in your ears.

You bit your lip hard, trying to stay quiet. "Riki… we can't be too loud" you whispered, voice shaky.

He chuckled darkly, giving your breasts another firm squeeze before tugging your nipples again. "then stop moaning like a slut, baby. you're the one who wore this tiny bikini all morning knowing it would make me like this."

He kept grinding harder, faster now, one hand staying on your chest while the other gripped your hip tightly, pulling you back against him with every roll of his hips.

The mirror in front of you showed everything — your flushed face, his tall frame behind you, the way his hand disappeared under your bikini top to play with your tits.

"Look at yourself" he whispered, biting your shoulder lightly. "look how fucking pretty you are letting me use you like this. ass out, letting me hump you right before lunch while your mom's cooking."

You whimpered, pushing back against him, desperate for more friction. Riki groaned quietly and pinched your nipple harder, rolling it between his fingers as he kept thrusting his cock between your thighs.

"God, you're so wet" he breathed, voice strained. "such a messy little brat. you love this, don't you? getting touched and humped while your family's right outside?"

He suddenly grabbed both of your breasts with both hands, squeezing them together as he grinded harder, almost desperately.

His hips snapped forward with more force, the wet rubbing sound becoming faster and filthier.

"Riki—" you gasped, trying to keep your voice down.

"Shhh" he warned, one hand quickly moving up to cover your mouth. "quiet, babe. you're gonna get us caught."

Even with his hand over your mouth, he didn't stop.

He kept humping you relentlessly, cock sliding between your soaked folds, the head catching perfectly against your clit every single time. his other hand stayed on your chest, playing with your tits, squeezing and tugging until your eyes fluttered.

"You're so fucking soft… so perfect" he muttered against your neck, leaving wet kisses along your skin. "i could cum just like this. rubbing my cock on this pretty pussy without even putting it in."

Your legs were trembling. the combination of his dirty words, the constant pressure on your clit, and his hands playing with your breasts was pushing you dangerously close to the edge.

Riki felt it. he smiled against your shoulder, grinding harder.

"You close already?" he teased, voice cocky even while breathing heavily. "gonna cum on my cock like this, baby? with all your clothes still on and your family waiting for lunch?"

Riki's hips kept snapping forward, grinding his hard cock against your soaked pussy.

"You're so close, aren't you?" he whispered hotly against your ear. "i can feel you dripping all over me, babe. cum for me. be a good little slut and cum just like this."

The filthy words combined with the constant pressure on your clit finally pushed you over the edge.

Your orgasm hit hard.

Your thighs shook violently as you came, moaning desperately into his palm. your eyes rolled back and your walls clenched around nothing while Riki kept grinding through it, prolonging every second of your pleasure.

He didn't stop moving until your body went limp against the counter, breathing heavily.

Only then did he slowly remove his hand from your mouth.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, catching your breath… until the brat in you woke up again.

You turned around and pushed his chest, glaring at him. "Get out."

Riki blinked, still clearly hard and breathing heavily. "What?"

"I said get out" you repeated, fixing your bikini top. "i told you i wanted to shower. you always do this — you push and push until you get what you want and now i'm all messy. leave."

He let out a low, amused laugh. "you're actually kicking me out after you just came all over my dick? wow. Cold."

"Yes. Out. Now" you said, pointing at the door, trying to hide your smirk.

Riki shook his head, that cocky little smile still on his face. "such a fucking brat. fine. enjoy your shower, dwarf."

He adjusted his shorts as best as he could and slipped out of the bathroom quietly, closing the door behind him.

Ten minutes later, after a proper shower and washing all the sand and salt off your body, you changed into something comfortable: loose gray pijama shorts and a simple black cropped tank top. your hair was still slightly damp as you walked into the kitchen.

The sight that greeted you made you pause.

Riki was shirtless, his toned torso and tattoos on full display, leaning casually against the kitchen counter while talking to your mom. he looked completely relaxed, like the perfect son-in-law.

"…and yeah, i've been practicing a lot more lately" Riki said, smiling politely. "the choreography is really challenging but i enjoy it. your daughter actually helps me a lot with memorizing the counts."

Your mom laughed warmly as she stirred something on the stove. "really? she's usually so impatient with people."

"Nah, she's actually really patient with me" Riki replied smoothly, the lie rolling off his tongue effortlessly. "she's a good teacher. i'm really lucky, Ms. Mom, you raised an amazing girl."

Your mom looked absolutely delighted. "oh, Riki… you're such a sweet boy. i keep telling her how lucky she is to have you."

You walked over and stood right next to him, crossing your arms.

"If you keep walking around without a shirt and with those wet shorts, i'm going to throw something at you" you said, half-joking but also slightly annoyed.

Your mom turned around immediately. "leave him alone, honey. it's hot outside and he just came back from the beach. let the boy be comfortable."

Riki grinned, looking at you with fake innocence. "exactly. let me be free, dwarf."

You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. "you're impossible."

Your stomach growled loudly, reminding you how hungry you actually were.

"Mom, i'm starving" you complained, leaning against the counter. "what are you making? it smells really good."

As you spoke to your mom, Riki took advantage of the moment.

While your mom had her back turned to stir the food, he slowly dragged his hand up the back of your bare thigh, squeezing the soft flesh teasingly. his eyes stayed on your mom, pretending to listen, but the corner of his mouth twitched when he felt you tense up.

You shot him a warning glare.

He just bit his bottom lip for a second, eyes darkening as he gave your thigh one last possessive squeeze before pulling his hand away right before your mom turned around again.

"Pasta salad and some grilled fish" your mom answered cheerfully. "it'll be ready in ten minutes. go call your brother and father if they're back."

Riki nodded politely. "i can go get them if you want, Ms. Mom"

Your mom smiled brightly. "would you? you're such a helpful young man."

As soon as your mom turned back to the stove, Riki leaned down close to your ear, whispering so quietly only you could hear:

"Still wet from earlier, baby? or was that shower enough for you?"

You elbowed him hard in the ribs.

He just chuckled softly and walked out of the kitchen like the perfect gentleman, calling out for your dad and Seonghyun as if nothing had happened.

You stared at his back, equal parts annoyed and turned on.

This vacation was only just beginning, and Riki was clearly planning to make it very, very difficult for you to stay sane.

Riki headed out to the beach to fetch your dad and Seonghyun while you helped your mom set the table. the moment the boys were out of earshot, your mom turned to you with a knowing little smile.

"You know… Riki is such a good boy" she said, stirring the pasta salad one last time. "polite, helpful, handsome. i really like him for you. i hope you two last a long time."

You felt your cheeks heat up. "Mom…"

"I'm serious" she continued, lowering her voice a bit. "he looks at you like you hung the stars. and the way he talks to your father? perfect. just… be careful, okay? i'm not asking for grandchildren anytime soon, so if you two are already doing things, please be responsible."

"Mom!" you hissed, mortified. you covered your face with your hands. "can we not talk about this right now?"

Your mom laughed softly. "i'm just saying. you're both young and hormonal. just be smart."

You gave her short nods and mumbled responses. "yeah… okay… i know… can we please stop?"

Thankfully, the sound of the front door opening saved you. Seonghyun burst in first, absolutely covered head to toe in sand. it was in his hair, stuck to his arms, and trailing behind him on the wooden floor.

Your mom gasped. "Seonghyun! look at the floor! we just cleaned!"

You groaned. "seriously? you're leaving a sand trail everywhere!"

Seonghyun just grinned sheepishly. "sorry… but the sandcastles were awesome!"

Riki and your dad walked in behind him. for a brief second, both of them looked at each other with the exact same tired but fond expression — the universal look of men dealing with their loud, dramatic women.

It was weirdly wholesome from an outside perspective.

Seonghyun kicked off his sandals. "i'm gonna rinse off real quick and then i'm starving. also—" he turned to Riki with a proud grin, "—i talked to a really pretty girl at the beach. she said my sandcastle was cool."

Riki grinned and gave him a fist bump. "that's my boy. did you get her name?"

"Yeah! her name's Mina."

You reached over and smacked Riki's arm. "don't encourage him! he's thirteen."

Riki just made a silly face at you, completely used to your hits at this point. "relax, dwarf. let the kid live."

Seonghyun laughed and ran off to the bathroom.

Riki disappeared into your room for a few minutes and came back wearing dry black sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt.

His hair was messy and stiff from the sea salt, making him look even more effortlessly handsome in that messy, bad-boy way.

Soon, everyone was seated at the big wooden dining table. your dad had insisted on sitting next to you ("i barely see my daughter these days"), so you were on his right. Seonghyun sat next to Riki, and your mom took the head of the table.

After everyone bowed their heads and your dad said a short prayer, you all started eating.

Riki didn’t waste any time turning on the charm.

"Ms. Mom, this is actually insane" he said after the first bite, eyes wide with genuine appreciation. "the seasoning is perfect. i don't know how you do it every time."

Your mom beamed. "oh stop it, you flatterer."

"I'm serious" Riki continued, sounding like a 40-year-old man. "the balance of flavors… incredible. and this cabin? the natural light in here is really well thought out. great ventilation too. you chose the perfect spot, sir" he added, nodding respectfully at your dad.

Your dad chuckled. "glad you like it, son. the humidity can get bad near the coast, but this place handles it nicely."

"Exactly" Riki agreed, launching into a surprisingly detailed conversation about coastal architecture and weather patterns with your dad.

You watched him across the table — hair messy, talking politely with your parents, teasing Seonghyun every now and then with that easy smile — and felt a rush of heat.

He looked stupidly good. Domestic. like he belonged here with your family.

Under the table, you slowly lifted your bare foot and pressed it directly against the front of his sweatpants, right over his crotch.

Riki's words faltered mid-sentence.

"—and the… uh, the airflow is—" he cleared his throat, quickly recovering. "the airflow is probably excellent during the summer months."

He shot you a sharp look across the table, but you just smiled innocently and took another bite of pasta, pressing your foot harder against him. you could feel him starting to harden under your sole.

Riki kept talking like nothing was happening, though his ears turned slightly red.

He even managed to crack a joke with Seonghyun about building a bigger sandcastle tomorrow, all while your foot continued teasing him under the table.

Riki subtly reached under the table once, grabbing your ankle in warning for a second… but he didn't push your foot away. instead, his thumb stroked your skin once before letting go, like he was both annoyed and turned on.

You pressed down again, rubbing slowly.

He bit the inside of his cheek, jaw tightening, but kept that perfect polite smile on his face while talking to your mom about her cooking.

While Riki kept up his perfect-boyfriend act — chatting with your dad about the weather, complimenting your mom's cooking, and joking lightly with Seonghyun — your bare foot never stopped teasing him under the table.

You rubbed slowly, pressed down firmly, even curled your toes over the growing bulge in his sweatpants. every time he tried to shift away, you followed.

At one point, the stimulation became too much.

A tiny, breathy whimper escaped Riki's throat before he could stop it. he quickly tried to cover it with a cough, but it was too late.

Your mom turned immediately, concerned. "Riki, honey, are you okay? did you choke?"

Riki cleared his throat, ears bright red as he gave her a sheepish smile. "ah, sorry Ms. Mom, i'm fine. i was just really hungry and eating too fast. my bad."

Your mom chuckled. "slow down, sweetheart. there's plenty more."

You looked straight at him across the table with the most smug, victorious little smile. your eyes practically screamed: if you want to play risky games, i'll play with something much worse.

Riki narrowed his eyes at you, jaw clenched, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was both furious and impressed.

When everyone finally finished eating, you slowly withdrew your foot and slipped it back into your slipper like nothing had happened.

Riki let out a long, controlled breath. his chest was rising and falling a little faster than normal, and you could see the clear frustration in his eyes.

"i'll clear the table" he offered smoothly, already standing up.

"i'll help" you said sweetly, standing right after him.

Your parents started talking about adult things— bills, work, and some neighbor drama back home —while Seonghyun jumped up excitedly.

"I'm gonna get my Nintendo! Mina said she has Tomodachi Life too. i'll be back later!" he sprinted to his room, sand still somehow falling from his hair.

Now it was just you and Riki in the kitchen.

He started washing the dishes while you dried them and put them away. for a few minutes you worked in silence, shoulders brushing every now and then. then Riki spoke, voice extremely low so only you could hear.

"You're actually insane" he muttered, scrubbing a plate harder than necessary. "you had your foot on my dick the entire lunch while i was talking to your dad. i almost came in my pants like a fucking loser."

You smiled innocently, stacking clean plates. "you started it in the bathroom earlier. i was just finishing what you began."

Riki glanced toward the living room to make sure your parents weren't listening, then leaned slightly closer.

"When that door closes tonight…" he whispered, voice dark and full of promise, "i'm not gonna be nice, love. i'm gonna bend you over that bed and fuck the attitude right out of you. gonna make you cry on my cock while you try so hard to stay quiet."

You felt heat rush through your body, but you refused to show it.

He continued, voice even lower, almost a growl. "gonna stuff that pretty mouth with my fingers when you get too loud. spank that ass red for teasing me all day. and when i finally cum… i'm filling you up until it's dripping down your thighs. you're not sleeping until i'm done ruining you."

Your hands trembled slightly as you dried a glass.

Riki smirked, noticing. "what's wrong, baby? you were so bold under the table. cat got your tongue now?"

You bumped his hip with yours. "you talk so much shit for someone who whimpered like a puppy ten minutes ago."

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "keep running that mouth. we'll see how loud you are tonight when i'm actually inside you.”

You handed him another plate, smiling sweetly. "we'll see if you can even last that long, big guy."

Riki turned his head to look at you, eyes burning with lust and challenge.

"Oh, i'm lasting" he murmured. "the only question is whether you can handle what i'm saving up for you."

The tension between you two was thick enough to cut with a knife. the sun was still bright outside, but night suddenly felt dangerously close.

And Riki looked like he was counting down every single hour until he could finally get you alone.

The afternoon sun bathed the beach in warm golden light as the day slowly drifted toward evening. after spending time in the water earlier, you and Riki decided to stay on the sand this time.

You set up a large striped umbrella and laid out a thick beach towel beneath it. your parents and Seonghyun were further down, enjoying the waves and laughing loudly.

Riki reclined against the towel, propped up on his elbows, wearing dark sunglasses that hid his sharp eyes. you sat between his legs, back resting comfortably against his chest, sipping on a cold energy drink while mindlessly scrolling through tiktok.

The sound of waves crashing, distant laughter, and seagulls filled the air. it was peaceful.

For approximately three minutes.

Riki's patience ran out quickly. he leaned forward, resting his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

"What are you watching?" he asked, voice low and curious.

You didn't answer, too focused on a video.

He waited five seconds before reaching around you and snatching the phone straight from your hands.

"Riki!" you yelped, immediately trying to grab it back. "give it to me, you idiot!"

He held the phone high above his head, a lazy smirk spreading across his lips. "nah. you've been ignoring me for like ten minutes straight. what's so interesting on there?"

You stretched your arm desperately, but he was much taller.

Every time you reached higher, your face got closer to his. the tension was palpable — if either of you moved just a few centimeters more, your lips would meet.

"Riki, i swear to God, give me my phone back. i was watching tiktoks!" you whined, half-annoyed, half-laughing.

He tilted his head, clearly enjoying your struggle. "then pay the fee, dwarf. one kiss and i'll return it."

You glared at him. "you're so annoying."

"And you're so dramatic" he shot back, smirking. "c'mon. one little kiss. i've been good all day."

Instead of kissing him, you reached down and pinched the skin on his thigh hard.

"Ow— fuck!" Riki hissed, instinctively lowering his arm from the pain.

You snatched your phone back triumphantly and hugged it to your chest. "that's what you get."

Riki rubbed his thigh, pretending to be hurt. "you're actually violent. i'm telling your mom you abuse me daily. this is domestic terrorism."

You laughed and finally leaned in, giving him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips. he tried to deepen it, but you pulled away quickly, smiling smugly.

"Happy now?" you asked.

Riki licked his lips, eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. "barely. but i'll take what i can get… for now."

By 5 PM, the sun had softened into a beautiful amber glow. you and Riki told your family you were going to buy ice cream and some cold drinks. your parents nodded distractedly while Seonghyun was busy showing off his sandcastle to other kids.

The walk toward the small tourist market was calm and breezy.

The streets were lively — full of people enjoying their vacations. as you walked hand-in-hand with Riki, it was impossible not to notice how many girls turned their heads to stare at him.

Tall, handsome, tattoos peeking from under his shirt, effortless swagger… he was hard to miss.

You, on the other hand, were still in your loose pajama shorts and silly cartoon plastic slippers.

"I'm so embarrassed" you muttered, looking down at your feet. "everyone is staring and i look like i just rolled out of bed."

Riki glanced down at you and chuckled, squeezing your hand. "you look cute. stop overthinking it."

"Cute? i look homeless" you groaned.

He stopped walking for a second, turning to face you properly. "for real, you look hot. only a real baddie can walk around in cartoon slippers and pajama shorts like it's a fashion statement. you're serving looks, dwarf. own it."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. "you're such a smooth talker when you want something."

Inside the busy market, Riki kept your hand in his the entire time as you browsed the freezer section, picking out different flavors of ice cream and cold beverages.

The store was packed with tourists, and the air conditioning felt amazing against your sun-warmed skin.

While you waited in line at the checkout, you shifted uncomfortably.

"My legs hurt" you complained softly.

Riki raised an eyebrow, amused. "we literally walked just fifteen minutes, baby."

"And? they hurt now."

He teased you for a bit longer, calling you spoiled and dramatic, but when you stepped outside with the bags, he crouched down in front of you without another complaint.

"Hop on."

You climbed onto his back happily, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Riki hooked his hands under your thighs, lifting you with ease as he began the walk back to the cabin. the bags of snacks hung from his fingers.

"You're actually really heavy" he teased, though his voice showed no strain.

"Liar. you love carrying me."

"Yeah… maybe i do" he admitted quietly, adjusting his grip on your thighs. "even if you're a pain in the ass."

The sunset painted the sky in soft pinks and oranges as Riki carried you along the beach path.

You rested your cheek against his shoulder, breathing in his now familiar scent mixed with sea salt and sunscreen.

For a few peaceful minutes, everything felt perfect.

By the time you and Riki reached the cabin, the sky had turned a soft orange-pink. it was already 6:05 PM. the moment Riki stepped onto the wooden porch with you still on his back, the delicious smell of dinner cooking floated out through the open windows.

Your mom was in the kitchen, wearing an apron, humming while stirring something on the stove. your dad's voice could be heard singing off-key from the shower.

in the living room, Seonghyun was sitting on the floor with two other kids from the beach and a shy-looking girl— Mina —playing cards and laughing loudly.

Your mom turned when she heard the door and immediately smiled at the sight of Riki carrying you.

"Oh my goodness" she laughed. "look at this. did you buy ice cream or did you buy a whole wife?"

Riki grinned, adjusting his grip on your thighs. "she said her legs were tired, Ms. mom, i'm just being a responsible boyfriend."

He carefully lowered you to the floor, but not before pressing a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead right in front of your mom. then he replied with the same playful energy:

"What can i say? she's spoiled. But i don't mind carrying her everywhere."

You elbowed him lightly before turning to your mom. "it smells really good in here. what are you making?"

"Grilled chiken, some fried rice, and vegetables. nothing too heavy since we had a big lunch" she answered proudly. "it should be ready in about forty minutes."

Before you could say anything else, Seonghyun came running over the second he spotted Riki. he grabbed his arm and pulled him down to whisper something in his ear, looking extremely proud of himself.

"Riki-hyung… Mina kissed me on the cheek while we were playing truth or dare" he whispered excitedly.

Riki's eyes widened before he broke into a big smile. he gave Seonghyun a fist bump and ruffled his hair.

"That's my boy, see? i told you you're cool. did you blush or play it cool?"

"I played it cool… i think" Seonghyun said, though his cheeks were clearly pink just talking about it.

You couldn't help yourself. you crossed your arms and said loud enough for both of them to hear:

"If only she knew that you bathe once a week, Seonghyun."

Seonghyun gasped dramatically, looking genuinely offended. "hey! that's not true!"

Riki placed a hand on his chest, pretending to be deeply hurt. "wow. you're attacking both of us now? he's just a kid, dwarf. let him live. do you hate us? are we really that disgusting to you?"

Seonghyun nodded vigorously beside him. "yeah! we're clean!"

You rolled your eyes and smacked Riki's arm again.

Without warning, Riki bent down, grabbed you around the waist, and effortlessly threw you over his shoulder in an "air prison" your upper body hanging down his back.

"Riki!" you squealed, laughing and kicking your legs. "put me down, you idiot!"

"Nope. this is what you get for being violent all day" he said, chuckling as he walked around the living room with you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "you hit me too much, dwarf. i'm starting to think you enjoy it."

You reached up and tugged his hair hard, pulling his head back.

"Ow— okay, okay!" he laughed.

To get revenge, Riki turned his head and bit the side of your waist— not too hard, but enough to leave a clear teeth mark on your skin, hidden under your shirt.

You yelped. "Ouch, Riki!"

He finally put you down, smirking like the devil he was. you glared at him and immediately turned toward the kitchen.

"Mom! your future son-in-law is biting me!"

Your mom looked over from the stove and just laughed warmly, a nostalgic sparkle in her eyes as she watched the two of you.

"Ah… young love" she said softly, shaking her head with a fond smile.

"You two remind me so much of your father and me when we were your age. always fighting, always playing… but couldn't stay away from each other for five minutes."

Riki wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side while smiling innocently at your mom.

"Don't worry, Ms. Mom, i can handle her. she's just a little violent sometimes."

You stepped on his foot.

He didn't even flinch — just looked down at you with a dangerous little smirk only you could see.

Your mom turned back to the stove, still smiling to herself, completely unaware of the tension simmering between you two.

The sun was setting fast.

The table was full and lively by 7 PM. Seonghyun had begged to invite Mina for dinner, and your parents happily agreed.

The young girl sat shyly beside him, while everyone else took their seats. for the first time that day, Riki was finally sitting right next to you. his thigh pressed lightly against yours under the table.

Your dad cleared his throat. "Alright, let's pray."

Everyone bowed their heads as your dad said a short but heartfelt prayer, thanking God for the vacation, the food, and the family time. Seonghyun even added a quick "and thank you for Mina too" at the end, making the girl blush.

The moment everyone said "amen" the clinking of utensils began.

Riki didn't even let you take two bites before he reached over with his chopsticks and stole a big piece of grilled chicken from your plate.

"Hey!" you hissed, immediately reaching up and tugging his ear. "calm down, you thief!"

Riki winced but smiled, turning his head toward your mom with the most dramatic, innocent eyes.

"Ms. Mom, look what your daughter does to me" he complained playfully. "she's so abusive."

Your dad jumped in immediately. "sweetheart, don't pull his ear like that. poor Riki is a guest."

Both you and your mom turned to look at your dad at the same time, wearing the exact same sharp, unimpressed expression.

The similarity in your temperaments was almost comical.

Your dad blinked, suddenly aware of the double glare. "...what? i'm just saying."

Your mom raised an eyebrow. "he stole her food."

You nodded. "exactly."

Your dad tried to salvage the moment with a classic dad joke. "well… at least he's not stealing her heart. that already happened years ago!"

Dead silence.

No one laughed.

Riki, ever the perfect boyfriend, immediately burst into laughter like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "that's a good one, sir!"

Seonghyun followed his hyung's lead and started laughing too. Mina, seeing everyone else laugh, let out a shy giggle as well.

You raised your eyebrows, staring at your dad. "is there an inside joke in that joke that i didn't understand? because that was terrible."

Riki was still chuckling as he leaned over and kissed your cheek sweetly. "let your dad have his moment, dwarf."

You immediately smacked his thigh under the table. Riki just smiled wider, clearly happy and unfazed, like he lived for your little acts of violence.

The rest of dinner went smoothly.

Riki continued being the ideal guest — complimenting the food again, asking your dad about fishing spots nearby, and occasionally teasing Seonghyun and Mina in a harmless big-brother way.

He fit into your family so naturally it was almost scary.

After everyone finished eating, your mom and dad stood up first to clear the table.

You and Riki moved to the living room sofa. you immediately laid down, resting your head comfortably on Riki's lap. his fingers found your hair right away, gently playing with the strands.

Your mom called from the kitchen while washing dishes. "when i finish here, we should go buy some beach toys for tomorrow morning! shovels, buckets, maybe a ball…"

Seonghyun groaned from the floor where he was playing with his Nintendo. "but Mom… i want to keep playing with my friends. Mina already went back to her cabin."

Your dad's voice came from the hallway. "don't argue with your mother, Seonghyun. we're going."

Seonghyun sighed dramatically but nodded. "fine…"

Your mom peeked out from the kitchen, smiling. "what about you two? do you want to come with us to buy the toys?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but Riki beat you to it.

"No need to worry, Ms. Mom" he said smoothly, a playful grin on his face. "we'll stay and guard the cabin from nocturnal intruders… also known as crabs."

You immediately sat up a little. "crabs? really? that's the best excuse you could come up with?"

Your mom laughed warmly. "well, someone has to protect us from the dangerous crabs."

Your dad walked by, drying his hands. "just behave, you two. we won't be long."

Riki nodded respectfully. "we'll be good, sir."

As soon as your parents turned away, Riki's hand returned to your hair, stroking it slowly. his fingers were gentle, but the look in his eyes when they met yours was anything but.

There was heat behind them — dark, patient, and full of promise.

He leaned down slightly, brushing his lips against your forehead while continuing to caress your hair.

The front door closed behind your family a few minutes later, leaving the cabin quiet except for the distant sound of waves.

His fingers tightened just slightly in your hair, a silent warning of everything he had been holding back all day.

The cabin changed completely.

You felt Riki's intense gaze on you and knew exactly what was coming. before he could even say anything, you jumped up from the sofa with a mischievous grin.

"Catch me if you can, slowpoke" you taunted, sticking your tongue out at him before bolting toward your shared bedroom.

Riki let out a long, frustrated sigh, but the smirk on his face showed he was more than amused.

"Really? you're gonna run now?" he called after you, already standing up. "after teasing me all damn day?"

You laughed as you ran into the bedroom, kicking off your slippers and jumping onto the bed. you grabbed two pillows and hurled them at him the moment he appeared in the doorway.

Riki caught both effortlessly and tossed them back onto the bed. "cute. real mature, dwarf."

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

Then he slowly approached the bed like a predator. you tried to scramble away, but he grabbed your ankle and yanked you back, making you fall onto your back with a surprised squeak.

Riki climbed onto the bed carefully, hovering over you without fully trapping you, giving you one last chance to escape if you really wanted to.

You didn't.

Instead, you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder, wearing that signature bratty, wicked little smile.

Riki exhaled through his nose, eyes dark. he leaned down and kissed your cheek tenderly, then moved to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

"You make everything so fucking difficult for me" he murmured against your skin, slowly pushing your shirt up with both hands. "all day long… acting like a little angel in front of your family while driving me crazy."

His large hands slid under your shirt and cupped your bare breasts, massaging them firmly as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

You let out a soft breathy sound. "Riki… they could come back any minute. this is still risky—"

"I know" he whispered, pinching your nipples lightly. "that's why it's gonna be a quickie. just a fast one, baby. i need you so bad right now.”

You couldn't help but tease him even as he played with your chest. "look at you… so needy. all because i had my foot on your dick during lunch?"

Riki growled and bit down on the side of your neck, hard enough to make you gasp.

"That's your fault" he said against your skin, voice rough. "you kept rubbing me under the table like a little slut while i was talking to your dad. i've been hard for hours because of you."

With one smooth motion, he flipped you onto all fours, keeping you in position so you were facing the large window that overlooked the dark ocean. the moon reflected beautifully on the waves.

You let out a surprised moan at the sudden movement.

"Riki— hurry up" you whined, pushing your ass back against him.

He chuckled darkly, running his hands over your ass before slowly pulling your shorts and panties down just enough to expose you. he left them around your thighs, keeping you partially restricted.

"Fuck… look at you" he groaned, biting his lower lip as he stared. his fingers traced over your soaked pussy.

He freed his hard cock, already leaking, and pressed the thick head against your wet pussy, rubbing it back and forth slowly, teasing you.

You moaned louder, pushing back.

"Shhh" he warned, one hand covering your mouth gently. "quiet, baby. or i'll stop."

He continued rubbing his cock against your wet cunt, the head catching on your clit with every stroke. the friction was driving you insane.

"Please…" you whimpered.

Riki leaned over your back, lips brushing your ear.

"You want it?" he asked, voice low and cocky. "want me to fuck you like this while your family could catch us?"

"Yes— just do it already."

He finally pushed in deep in one smooth motion, burying himself completely inside you.

You moaned loudly into his hand. Riki groaned, gripping your hip tightly with his free hand as he started fucking you hard from behind.

"Fuck— so tight" he breathed, snapping his hips against your ass. "this is what you get for teasing me all day, baby. take it."

He kept one hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds while the other gripped your hip, pulling you back onto his cock with every rough thrust. the sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the distant waves outside the window.

Riki leaned down again, biting your shoulder as he pounded into you.

"You feel so fucking good… i've been thinking about this all day" he growled. "gonna fuck you fast and deep, okay? just how my needy little brat likes it."

He kept you firmly in position, hips snapping relentlessly, the angle making him hit deep every single time. His breathing was ragged, but he never stopped talking.

"Tell me how much you wanted this too" he demanded softly, moving his hand from your mouth to let you speak.

"I wanted it…" you moaned, pushing back against him. "harder, Riki—"

He smirked and obeyed, fucking you even rougher, the bed creaking under you both.

"Good girl."

Riki's hips snapped against your ass with a steady, rough rhythm, the wet sound of skin slapping skin echoing softly in the bedroom.

He kept you firmly on all fours, one hand gripping your hip while the other occasionally delivered sharp, stinging spanks to your ass.

"Fuck— Riki…" you moaned, pushing back against him. "right there… please—"

"Yeah? you want it right there, baby?" he growled, spanking you again. "little brat. teasing me all day and now you're begging for my cock like this."

He thrust deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every stroke. your eyes fluttered as you gripped the sheets tightly.

"I hate you…" you whimpered between moans, "but don't stop— ah— fuck, right there—"

Riki chuckled darkly and leaned over your back, biting your shoulder. "you don't hate me. you love getting fucked like a little whore while your family's out."

He kept pounding into you for what felt like forever but was only around five intense minutes — rough, deep, and desperate. the angle made everything feel overwhelming. you were getting louder, too lost in the pleasure.

Suddenly, you heard the front door of the cabin open.

"Shit— Riki, stop!" you gasped, grabbing his hand. "they're back—"

Riki only smiled, that dangerous, teasing smirk spreading across his face.

Instead of stopping, he pressed his large hand over your mouth again and pushed your upper body down into the mattress, forcing you into a prone bone position.

"Shhh" he whispered against your ear, still buried deep inside you. "not yet, baby."

He continued fucking you, but slower and deeper now, grinding against your ass to minimize the sound of skin slapping.

The new angle made his cock press even harder against your most sensitive spots with every roll of his hips. the friction was devastating.

Your eyes rolled back as you moaned desperately into his palm.

"Mmm—!" you cried, muffled.

"Quiet, babe" he breathed, still moving inside you. "you hear that? your mom's asking where we are."

From the hallway, your mom's voice carried clearly:

"Honey? Riki? where are you two?"

Your dad answered from somewhere near the living room. "they're probably in their room. Seonghyun, don't run off too far— stay close to the bonfire!"

Seonghyun's excited voice faded as he ran outside to play with the other kids.

Riki kept grinding into you slowly but intensely, his cock dragging against every sensitive inch inside you.

You were shaking, tears of overstimulation and frustration pricking your eyes as you tried so hard to stay silent.

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. "you're clenching so hard around me… you like this, don't you? getting fucked while your parents are right outside?"

You nodded frantically, moaning into his hand.

Riki gave one last deep, slow thrust before letting out a frustrated groan. he reluctantly pulled out of you, breathing hard.

Neither of you had finished.

"Fuck…" he muttered, clearly annoyed.

He quickly pulled up his boxers and sweatpants, then helped you.

He gently slid your panties and shorts back up your legs, fixing them carefully even though his hands were still shaking with need.

"Come here" he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You crawled to him immediately, face flushed red and breathing uneven. you hid your face in his chest, one hand tracing lazy lines down his abdomen.

Riki wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he tried to calm his breathing.

He reached under the pillow, pulled out his phone, and pretended to scroll through it.

A few seconds later, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in" Riki called, voice surprisingly steady.

Your mom opened the door with a smile, holding a couple of beach bags. she saw you cuddled up against Riki's chest and her expression softened.

"We got everything for tomorrow" she said cheerfully. "there's a water park with games and slides nearby. we thought it would be fun. are you two tired already?"

Riki smiled politely, one hand still gently stroking your back. "a little bit. but that sounds fun, Ms. Mom"

You kept your face buried in Riki's chest, cheeks burning bright red. you were sure your expression would give everything away if she saw you properly.

Your mom chuckled softly. "alright, rest up then. we'll leave around 9 tomorrow morning. goodnight, you two."

"Goodnight" Riki replied smoothly.

The moment the door closed, you let out a long, frustrated breath against his chest.

Riki sighed too, tilting his head back.

You push through the door, laptop bag sliding off your shoulder, already mentally clocking out of the first lecture before it's even started.

You’re so focused on going to your lecture that you nearly collide with someone.

Ni-ki is always recognizable through his scent most of the time, always that faint coffee smell to hide whatever he smoked on the drive over. His hand shoots out to hold something up between your faces. A small black clip. You spent 10 minutes looking for it yesterday with the little crack in the plastic from when you dropped it in your shower not so long ago.

"You left this," he says flatly.

Two days ago. You remember exactly where you left it ; on his nightstand, next to the empty can of soda and your phone that he'd moved so it wouldn't fall off the edge. He kept it in his pocket like a psychopath until now.

You take it. Your fingers brush his.

"Thanks," you say, because what else is there.

He's already stepping around you, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets, heading to the opposite direction of every single one of his classes. You watch the back of his hoodie disappear around the corner.

Jess is already in your usual seats, two rows from the back, her energy drink sweating onto her notebook. She clocks your face the second you sit down.

"God, you look terrified," she says. "What happened?"

You set the clip on the desk. "Ni-ki just returned my hair clip."

Jess's eyebrows go up. She knows, not everything, but enough to figure out your state. She knows you go over there and she knows you don't talk about it.

"And how was that exchange ?"

"Normal, I guess." You pull out your laptop, even though you know you're not going to take notes. "He said 'you left this' and walked away."

"Romantic."

"Right."

She's quiet for a bit, then leans closer, lowering her voice even though no one near you is paying attention. "Okay, real question. Are you, like... keeping track? I mean, number-wise."

You frown. "Like...body counts?"

"Yeah. Like, since this whole thing started. Are you even seeing other people? Are you counting repeats? Because I've been thinking about it and I genuinely don't know what the etiquette is."

"I don't think there is an etiquette for whatever this is." You tap your fingernail against the desk. "And no, I'm not counting anything."

"You should. For records, at least." She grins, but it fades when you don't mirror it. "Fine. Do you want to count him? Like, in a way that means something?"

The professor walks in and you watch the projector screen flicker to life.

"I don't know," you say. And that's the worst part, you don't know if you want him to mean something or if you just want to stop wanting it so badly. The line between the two has been blurred for months now.

Jess sighs. "Boys are so stupid, like actually brain-dead. I swear my ex thought the clit wasn’t a real thing."

That pulls a laugh out of you, tired and a little rough. "He wasn't that bad."

"Your bar is in hell as I can see."

The lecture starts. You zone out ten minutes in, thumb moving over the crack in your hair clip. He kept it in his pocket for two days. You don't know what that means and you're probably not supposed to know.

It's fine. You'll text him tonight. He'll reply with one word or nothing at all. And you'll go over anyway. Because that's what this is.

───

Break time hits and the courtyard is a mess. You find a spot at one of the picnic tables near the old oak tree, Jess refuses to sit at because she says it gives her anxiety. You don’t mind it. It’s farther from the main walkway, which means fewer people trying to make small talk.

Jess is already inside the cafeteria buying a pastry that she kept talking about during the whole lecture, so you’re alone for a minute, scrolling on your phone without really focusing on anything. The sun is too bright and the coffee you had earlier is making your hands feel jittery. You can’t stop thinking about the way Ni-ki held out that hair clip this morning like it was nothing.

You look up because something in your peripheral shifts, and there he is. Two tables over, diagonal across the courtyard, sitting with Jay and Jungwon and another guy you don’t recognize. He’s not paying attention to whatever Jay is saying ; his elbow is propped on the table, chin resting on his knuckles, and he’s looking directly at you.

You hold eye contact because looking away first feels like losing a battle you didn't even initiate.

He tilts his head slightly, lazy but intentional, and mouths something slowly so you catch every syllable: "My place. After classes?"

Sounds like it’s a statement dressed up like one.

You nod once, enough for him to catch it.

He smiles but not a big one, it's a twitch at the corner of his mouth, making it looks like he’s amused by the whole thing, you just confirmed something he already knew. Afterwards, he turns back to his friends like nothing happened, reaching over to steal Jay’s fries without looking at you again.

Oh you hate what you just felt at that exact moment.

Jess drops into the seat across from you a moment later, biting into a croissant that’s shedding crumbs everywhere. “Okay, so I have a chem lab at 2 and then I’m free,” she says, talking around the pastry. “You wanna grab food after? There's that new Thai place that opened and I’ve been thinking about their spring rolls for days.”

You blink at her, still half-focused on the back of Ni-ki’s hoodie across the courtyard.

“Damn, the wind must be really strong today.”

“Sorry. What?”

“Thai place after classes. You in or not?”

You hesitate for a beat too long and Jess’s eyes narrow.

“Oh Lord,” she says slowly, setting down her croissant. “You’re not free, are you?”

You pick at a splinter on the table. “Not tonight.”

“Let me guess.” She leans forward. “Tall and emotionally unavailable.”

“Is that how you see him?”

“Am I wrong?”

You don’t answer, and she groans into her hands.

“You’re actually killing me,” she says. “One day, you’re going to wake up and realize you’ve been in a situationship with a guy who communicates exclusively through neutral face expressions.”

“He talked to me this morning.”

“He returned your hair clip, that’s not talking. Girl, come on.”

You laugh despite yourself, kicking her foot under the table. “Just text me the menu and I’ll go with you next week.”

She sighs heavily as she picks her croissant back up. “Fine. But you owe me details. Not the weird ones, i don't want to know how he fucks. I just want to know...like his last name. I don’t even know his last name.”

You look back toward the other table. Ni-ki is laughing at something Jungwon said, head tipped back slightly, and for a second he looks younger than 21, less like the version of him that presses you against his mattress and more like the version that offered you a cigarette on a rooftop when you were both strangers.

You still don’t know his last name either.

“Yeah,” you say quietly. “Me neither.”

───

The last class of the day finally ends. By the time the professor dismisses you, the sun has already set down, letting the sky being painted in purple and orange shades.

You don't rush to the parking lot. Something about walking too fast feels like admitting out loud that seeing him was the only thing you were looking forward to the whole day. Which it was.

The lot is mostly empty now, most students cleared out ten minutes ago, desperate to escape. Your sneakers scrape against the concrete as you weave between rows of beat-up sedans and the occasional overcompensating truck. And you finally spot his car.

His black Camaro is parked in the far corner, the one closest to the exit, because of course he needs a quick getaway. The engine is already running ; you can tell by the faint exhaust curling from the back ; and through the windshield you can see him slouched in the driver's seat, one hand resting on the wheel.

His head is tilted down, probably at his phone, and for a second you think about turning around and walking away just to see how long it would take him to notice. But your feet keep moving because you're pathetic like that.

You pull open the passenger door and the warmth hits you immediately ; he always runs the heat even when it's not that cold outside. The leather seat creaks under you as you slide in, tossing your bag between your feet.

Ni-ki doesn't look up right away as he finishes typing something, locks his phone, and only then turns his head toward you.

"You took forever," he says.

"Class ran late."

He hums, unconvinced, but he doesn't push it. He reaches over and pulls your seatbelt across you, not because he's being sweet, but because he's watched you forget it three times now and he's tired of the car beeping.

His knuckles brush your collarbone.

He puts the car in reverse and backs out without checking his blind spot, which should terrify you but doesn't anymore. The parking lot exits onto a side street and then he's merging into traffic, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping against his thigh to some imaginary song.

You watch his profile. The way his jaw is set, the tiny scar near his eyebrow he's never explained, the way his hoodie sleeve falls just right on his wrist.

"So," you say, because sitting in total silence for the whole drive feels like something a hostage would do. "You had a good day?"

He glances at you, and there's something almost amused in his expression. "You don't care about my day."

"Maybe I do."

"You don't." He says it simply, he obviously assumes that you don't actually care about his day because you're only here for one reason. And the worst part is he's not wrong, or maybe he is wrong and you just haven't figured out how to prove it yet.

You look out the window instead. The buildings blur past, a laundromat, a bodega with a faded sign, a bus stop with one tired-looking person waiting. Just normal things.

After a minute, Ni-ki's hand leaves the wheel and lands on your thigh, resting there.

The car keeps moving.

───

His house is too big for one person. That's the same thing you think every time you walk through the front door, and tonight is no different. The entryway alone could fit your entire apartment, and the ceilings are so high you get a little neck cramp looking up at the chandelier that probably costs more than your tuition.

Ni-ki doesn't bother with the lights. He hits a switch near the door and the living room floods with warm overhead light, revealing a space that looks like something out of a magazine ; leather couches, a marble coffee table that's definitely never seen a coffee ring, floor-to-ceiling windows that face a backyard you've only seen once in the dark. Everything is clean.

He kicks off his shoes by the door and you do the same, lining your sneakers up next to his like a silent compromise between his mess and yours.

You're still shrugging off your jacket when he drops onto the massive sectional couch, sprawling across it like a cat going for a nap. His hoodie rides up slightly and you look away because looking at him in that way would feel criminal.

"So," he says, drawing the word out, and there's something in his voice that makes you pause mid-fold of your jacket. "We've done the bed. We've done the floor. We've done the kitchen counter that one time." He tilts his head against the cushion, eyes tracking you across the room. "What about the couch?"

You freeze with your jacket still in your hands.

There's a crease at the corner of his eye that gives him away. He's enjoying this ; the way your shoulders go stiff, the way you suddenly can't look at him directly. The couch is huge and leather and objectively fine, but something about the suggestion makes your face heat anyway. Maybe because it's different, maybe because it feels less like falling into bed and more like something you'd have to think about.

"Don't get shy now," he says, and his voice is lower, teasing but soft underneath. "You literally said yes before I finished asking last time."

"That was something else."

"How?"

You want to answer, but it's embarrassing. You're not shy about him, not really, not anymore. But the couch feels too exposed, too close to the windows, too close to the part of the house where someone could theoretically walk in even though no one ever does. It feels less like a decision and more like a dare.

You drape your jacket over the back of an armchair, stalling. "I'm not shy."

Ni-ki shifts, propping himself up on his elbow. His hair falls over his forehead and he looks annoyingly handsome like this, all loose limbs and lazy confidence. "Yeah? Then come here."

Three words. And your feet move before your brain catches up. He doesn't even have to beg, when he just says things like they've already happened and waits for you to catch up, knowing you will eventually.

You stop at the edge of the couch, looking down at him. He looks back up at you, and his expression softens a little.

"Or we can go upstairs," he says, and it's not a concession.

You hate how easy it is for him to make you feel seen.

You sit down on the edge of the couch, close enough that your knee touches his thigh. "The couch is fine."

His eyebrow goes up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

His hand finds your waist anyway, pulling you closer until you're half-draped across his chest, and the leather creaks beneath you both. His heart is steady under your palm but yours is not.

"Liar," he murmurs against your hair.

He's right. You are shy, and a really bad liar.

The walk up to his bedroom feels longer than it should, the anticipation is buzzing under your skin. You’re practically vibrating with nervous energy as Ni-ki unlocks the massive door and pushes it open. The room is dark and spacious, lit only by the soft glow of city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He immediately reaches for the hem of his oversized hoodie, yanking it over his head and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. The sight of his bare chest stops you in your tracks. You feel a sudden, overwhelming wave of shyness wash over you, your cheeks flushing hot as you avert your gaze, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed.

"Why are you getting shy again?" Ni-ki asks, his voice low and amused as he steps closer, invading your personal space. He tilts his head, his eyes studying your face intently. "You’re not usually like this. What’s up?"

You look up at him, your voice barely a whisper. "Can we...go soft this time?" you ask, feeling vulnerable. He pauses, a glint of confusion crossing his face, but he nods slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes.

"Okay," he says, his voice dropping an octave lower. "I'll be soft."

He pulls you in by the waist, his hands warm against your skin, and you can feel the tension building between you. He presses you gently against the doorframe, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss. His hands wander down your back, his fingers digging into your flesh, but you don't want to rush. You want to feel every inch of him, dragging this out.

You kiss him back, your tongues tangling together, a slow and deep exploration. His hands slide up your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hands move to the waistband of your pants, his fingers teasing the button and zipper. You shiver as he undoes them, letting them pool around your ankles, and you step out of them, kicking them aside.

He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and carries you to the bed. He lays you down gently, the mattress sinking beneath you. He climbs on top of you, his weight pressing you into the sheets. He kisses you again, his lips moving from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck, his tongue flicking over your sensitive skin. You arch your back, giving him more access, his hands exploring your body, mapping out every curve and dip.

He moves lower, his lips trailing down your stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. He pulls them down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. He parts your legs, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You gasp, your hips bucking slightly as he touches you there.

He leans down and spreads your legs wider, his fingers sliding into you. He begins to finger you, his movements slow and pleasant, his fingers curling inside you, searching for that sweet spot. You moan his name, your hands gripping a pillow beside you. He adds a second finger, stretching you, his thumb rubbing against your clit. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your muscles tightening around his fingers.

He pulls his fingers out, and you whine at the loss. He looks up at you before bringing his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. "Sweet, huh?" he says, smiling, before moving up to kiss you again.

He positions himself at your entrance, his eyes locking onto yours. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, filling you completely. You gasp, his eyes rolling back slightly as he stretches you. He stays there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, the friction building between you. "Tell me if it hurts."

"It's okay." You barely could answer.

He begins to move. He watches your face, wanting to see every reaction you have to him. He kisses you deeply, the kiss matching the pace of his hips. The feeling of him filling you up is overwhelming, the sensation of being so full and stretched is intense.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, encouraging him to go faster, but he holds back, his pace steady and controlled. He wants to make this last. He focuses on the sensations, the heat between your bodies.

He pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans down and kisses your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You moan his name, the sound echoing in the room. He smiles against your skin, a small, satisfied smile, knowing he’s making you feel good.

He picks up the pace just a little, his thrusts becoming a little more urgent, but still slow. He wants to be inside you for as long as possible. The friction is delicious, sending sparks flying through your body. He kisses you again, his tongue tangling with yours, the taste of you driving him wild.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your muscles tightening around him. You look up at him, your eyes glazed with pleasure. "Ni-ki," you breathe out, your voice breathless and ragged. "I'm going to come," you whisper.

He nods, his eyes locking onto yours, and he keeps thrusting, his pace remaining steady, but he focuses on the spot that makes you see stars. You cry out his name as you unravel, your body clamping down on him. He follows moments later, his hips bucking against yours as he releases inside you, filling you completely.

He stays inside you for a long time, the silence of the room broken only by your ragged breathing. He leans down and kisses your forehead, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. "Fuck...that was good," he says, his voice quiet and tired.

He reaches for the bedside table and pulls out a small baggie and a lighter. He packs a bowl, taking a long drag, and then offers it to you.

You take a hit, your lungs filling with the smoke, and you cough slightly. He laughs, his chest vibrating against your back. He leans over you, blowing the smoke directly on your face. He pulls back, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Come closer," he whispers, his voice husky. He blows another cloud of smoke into your mouth, sealing it with a kiss. You feel the smoke swirl in your mouth and then pass it back to him, the taste of weed and mint mixing on your tongues.

"Ayy, that was kinda cool," he says, tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb.

"Was it?" you ask, a smile playing on your lips.

"Yeah," he says, his eyes darkening. "You should come over more often."

You just smile, content and relaxed, feeling the weight of the day melting away.

The bedroom is a mess of tangled blankets and discarded clothes by the time you both settle into the quiet evening. The floor lamp in the corner casts everything in a golden glow, just enough to see the shape of his arm resting above his head, the way his chest rises and falls.

You're on your back, staring at the ceiling, your shirt thrown somewhere near the night table.

Ni-ki hasn't moved to touch you. His hand is draped off the edge of the bed, fingers grazing the floor, and he's looking at the wall with that blank expression that could mean anything or nothing.

You don't know why you ask it and the words just fall out.

"Have you ever thought about getting a girlfriend?"

It sounds almost too casual. You keep your eyes on the ceiling so you don't have to see his reaction.

For a moment he doesn't answer. Then you feel him shift beside you, the mattress dipping slightly as he props himself up on one elbow. When you glance over, he's looking down at you with something unreadable on his face.

"What kind of question is that?" he says.

You shrug with one shoulder. "Just wondering."

He's quiet again, and you think maybe he's going to ignore it, change the subject or reach for his phone like he usually does. He exhales through his nose, almost a laugh, and runs a hand through his hair.

"There's this girl," he says, and your stomach drops. "She keeps calling me, texts me like three times a week. She wants to come over and fuck again."

You keep your face neutral. "And ?"

"And I don't really want to. She's kind of annoying, to be honest." He pauses, tilting his head like he's considering something. "But I might consider it. It kinda gets boring doing the same thing all the time."

The same thing. You. He means you.

Your jaw tenses and you look back at the ceiling because if you look at him right now, he'll see it ; the glint of something stupid. Jealousy. Over a girl you don't even know, over a guy who isn't yours and has never pretended to be.

You swallow it down. "So do it then," you say, and your voice comes out steady. "Not like we're exclusive."

"Exactly." He says it so easily.

There's a beat of silence. He shifts again, and you feel his gaze on your profile.

"What about you," he says. "You ever want a relationship? Like, one day."

The question catches you off guard. He's never asked you anything personal before. The closest he's gotten was asking if you wanted water that one time, and even that felt like an accident.

You should say yes. I mean you do want one. Just not with someone else. Maybe with him. But that's not what he's asking and you know it.

"No," you say, and the lie tastes bitter. "That's too much work."

He stares at you for a second longer before he drops back onto the mattress, arm going over his eyes. "Yeah," he says, voice muffled. "Same."

You lie there in the darkening room, his body warm next to yours but not touching, and you listen to the silence stretch.

He reaches for his phone on the floor and you reach for your shirt.

That's how it goes.

───

Friday afternoon, the sky is gray and it looks like it might rain but probably won't. You find yourself climbing the stairs to the rooftop before you've fully decided to go there. The pack of cigarettes in your pocket feels like an excuse, but it's the only one you have.

The door creaks when you push it open, and the air hits you instantly, a little damp, carrying the distant sound of traffic from the main road. You step out onto the gravel, lighter already in your hand.

Ni-ki is already there, leaning against the railing at the edge of the roof, the same spot where you first met him 8 months ago. His back is to you, shoulders hunched, a thin curl of smoke rising from between his fingers. He doesn't turn around when the door closes behind you. Either he didn't hear or he doesn't care.

For a second you think about leaving, turning around and going back down the stairs, pretending you never came up here. But your feet don't move, and neither does he, so you walk over to the opposite side of the railing and lean against it a few feet away.

You pull out a cigarette, light it and take a drag. The smoke burns on the way down.

Neither of you speaks for a long minute. The wind picks up, ruffling his hair, and he finally glances sideways at you. His eyes look tired, you already know he hasn't been sleeping at all.

"You smoke too much," he says, not even greeting you.

"So do you."

He huffs something that might be a laugh but it's hollow. He turns back to look at the skyline, the cluster of buildings and trees and the far-off blur of the highway. His jaw is tight, you could see it.

You should leave it alone. That's the agreement ; you don't do feelings, you don't do problems, you just do each other's bodies and then go home. But something about how his shoulders are set like he's holding something heavy, makes the words come out anyway.

"You okay?"

He takes a long drag, holds it and exhales. The smoke gets carried away by the wind.

"My parents," he says finally, and his voice is flat. "They want to cut me off."

You wait. He doesn't elaborate so you push. "Cut you off from what?"

"Everything." He flicks ash onto the gravel. "Money. My car. My card. All of it." A pause. "They say I've been doing bad things with it. That I'm out of control."

You can guess ; the late nights, the people he knows, the way his eyes look red sometimes when he picks you up. You've never asked before,it never felt like your place.

"So what are you going to do?" you say.

He looks at you then and there's something sharp in his expression. "What am I supposed to do? Get a job that I don't even like? Work at a café like a normal person?" He says it like the words taste bad.

You take a drag, thinking. "Maybe you could talk to them. Explain that—"

"I'm not explaining anything." His voice is harder now. "They don't listen. They never have. They just throw money at problems and then get mad when the problems don't magically disappear."

"Okay, but if they take the car, how are you going to—"

"I don't know." He cuts you off, pushing off from the railing and turning to face you fully. His cigarette is burning down between his fingers.

You take another drag. "You could...I don't know, sell some stuff? Or try to— "

"You don't get it."

His voice cuts through yours sharper than you expected. You turn to look at him. He's still facing forward, but his shoulders are tense now, his hand gripping the edge of the railing.

"I'm not saying I get it," you say carefully. "I'm just trying to help."

"Help." He says the word like an offense. "You can't help. You don't know what it's like to have everything and then have it pulled away. To have people look at you like you're just a spoiled kid who fucks up and that's all you'll ever be." His eyes are darker than usual. "You don't come from that. You don't understand."

It stings. Not because he's wrong about your background, he's not, you've never hidden that you're on scholarships and financial aid but because he's shutting you out in that particular way he does, it makes you feel like you're on the other side of a wall you can't climb.

"I'm not trying to fix it," you say, quieter now. "I just care. That's all."

He stares at you for a long second. His expression flickers, something almost vulnerable, almost soft, and then it's totally gone.

"Care," he repeats. "We're not close, Y/N. We fuck and that's it. You don't have to pretend like there's more, you know?."

He pauses. "I know what you're trying to do." His voice drops. "But you can't. You don't have parents like mine. You don't have...you live in a normal apartment and you worry about normal things. I can't just 'talk to them.' I can't just 'figure it out.' It's not the same."

Your chest tightens, you want to argue, you want to tell him about the hair clip, about the hundred small things that felt like something when you knew it didn't at all.

But you don't. Because he's right, isn't he? That's what you agreed to.

He drops his cigarette, grinds it out under his shoe, and stands. He doesn't look at you again.

You open your mouth to say something but he's already stepping back, dropping his cigarette to the gravel and grinding it out with his shoe.

"Forget it," he says. "I shouldn't have said anything."

He walks past you. The rooftop door creaks open, then shut.

You're alone.

The cigarette in your hand has burned down to the filter. You drop it, watch the last wisp of smoke rise up into the gray sky, and you don't follow him.

That's not your role and it never was.

───

The sand is hot enough to burn your feet by the time you and Jess find a spot near the water. You spread your towels out, anchor them with bags and a half empty bottle of sunscreen, and Jess immediately starts complaining about the seagulls.

"It's fine," you say, pulling your shirt over your head. "They're not gonna attack you."

"You don't know that."

You're about to respond when a volleyball smacks into the sand a few feet away from your towel. Jess jumps in surprise and you look up.

Jay is jogging toward you, already laughing, hand raised in apology. Behind him, Jake is doubled over for some reason, Jungwon is heading towards the shores, and further back, near the water, Ni-ki is standing with his hands in his shorts pockets, watching the horizon.

"Sorry," Jay says, grabbing the ball. "Jake's aim is ass today."

"Jake's aim is always ass," Jess says with a smile. She's known Jay since high school, and some habits don't fade.

Jay waves toward the others. "You guys wanna hang out? We've got a net set up. Well, Jake found a net. We're not sure where it came from though."

You glance at Jess and she shrugs.

"Yeah, okay," you say.

Walking over feels like walking into something you're not prepared for. The sand is soft, slipping under your feet with every step. Jake waves when he sees you. Jungwon is already in the water up to his knees, ignoring everyone. And Ni-ki is standing slightly apart from the group, not looking at you, which is fine because you're not looking at him either.

You haven't talked since yesterday at the rooftop, since he left you there with your cigarette burning down to nothing.

So you don't look at him and he doesn't look at you.

"We should play," Jake says, grabbing the ball from Jay. "Let’s make teams. Y/N, you're with me."

"You're gonna lose," Jess says.

"Bold talk from someone who hasn't touched a volleyball since middle school."

Jess flips him off.

The game is messy, no one really knows the rules except Jay, who keeps trying to enforce them, and Jungwon who doesn't care. You're next to Jake, which means you're laughing more than you're playing because he keeps making stupid comments every time he misses the ball.

"That was on purpose," he says after a ball flies past his head.

"Sure it was."

"I was just testing your reflexes."

You roll your eyes and serve. The ball actually goes over the net, it feels like a miracle. Ni-ki is on the other side, you realize. He misses it and watches it land in the sand next to him.

Jake whoops. "Good job Y/N."

The game ends when someone (no one knows who) decides it's over. Jess is already walking toward the water, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail. Jay follows her.

"Race you," Jake says, and he's already running before you can answer.

You run after him because you're competitive, and the water is cold when it hits your shin, colder when you fall forward trying to dodge a wave. Jake is laughing at you, so you push water at his face.

You two have a full on play fight right there in the shallows, splashing, shoving, Jake grabbing your wrist to spin you around. He's stronger than he looks, but he's also not holding that hard, so you manage to shove him back once, twice. His foot slips on a rock and he goes down, half sitting in the water, still laughing.

"Oh you're so dead," he says.

"You already are."

He lunges for your ankle and you stumble, catching yourself on his shoulder. For a second you're both just standing there, out of breath, water dripping down your faces.

Jake is still loosely holding your wrist.

"You fight dirty," he says.

"Just admit you're slow."

He laughs and lets go, wading deeper, already turning to find Jay.

You look toward the shore without meaning to. Ni-ki is standing at the edge of the water, watching the whole scene. His arms are crossed. His expression is blank.

You hold his gaze for a second but he looks away first.

Jess appears next to you, hair soaked and grinning. "Jake's gonna ask you out by the end of the summer. Watch it."

"He's not."

"Did you see the way he looked at you the whole time ?."

"It was a play fight."

Jess gives you a look. "Sure. And Ni-ki is definitely not standing over there looking like he wants to punch someone."

You glance back at the shore. Ni-ki is walking toward the towels, not toward the water. His steps are quick.

"Hey," Jay calls out. "You’re getting in or what?"

Ni-ki doesn't stop. "Got stuff to do."

"We’re at the beach. What stuff?"

He doesn't answer and grabs his shirt from his bag, shakes the sand off, and starts walking toward the parking lot.

Jake watches him go, frowning. "What's his deal?"

No one answers. Jay looks at you.

"I'm gonna go get some water," you say, because you don't know what else to say.

Jess grabs your arm before you can move. "Don't."

"What?"

"You're gonna chase after him. I can see it on your face. And he's just gonna say something shitty and you're gonna feel worse."

You pull your arm back. "I'm not going to chase after him."

"Okay."

"I'm not."

She holds her hands up. "Okay."

You stand in the water, salt drying on your skin, and watch the spot where his car was parked until the space is empty. Jess is right. You'd only feel worse, but it doesn’t matter since you already do.

───

The door to your apartment clicks shut behind you and you drop your beach bag on the floor, sand already spilling out onto the tiles. Your shoulders are pink from the sun, your hair still damp and tangled with salt, and all you want is a cold shower and an unhealthy amount of time of scrolling on your phone.

You plug your phone in first because it died somewhere between the volleyball game and the drive home. The screen lights up after a few seconds, and you blink at the notification.

13 missed calls.

All from the same number. It’s unknown.

Your first thought is spam. Your second thought is a wrong number. Your third thought, the one you don't want to acknowledge, is him.

You hesitate for a moment, thumb hovering over the call button, you press “call”.

The line rings four time before going to voicemail. A generic automated voice telling you to leave a message. You hang up without saying anything.

You're about to toss the phone onto your bed when it rings again. The same number. You answer. For a few seconds, no one speaks. There's just a slow and uneven breathing, and something in the background that sounds like a TV.

"Hello?" you say.

Still nothing, so you decide to assume that it’s him.

"I know it's you," you say. "You called me thirteen times. You can at least say something."

A pause and you hear his voice, low and slurred around the edges. "Hey."

Ni-ki.

You close your eyes and lean against your bedroom wall. "You okay?"

"Define okay."

"You're high."

"I guess so."

You can hear him exhale, long and slow, probably smoke. It’s definitely weed. His words are sticky, running into each other like he's thinking too hard about each one before it leaves his mouth.

"I didn't like it," he says suddenly. "Today. At the beach."

Your chest tightens. "Didn't like what?"

"You know what. The way you were with Jake. All close and laughing and..." He trails off, and you hear him take another drag. "Whatever, it doesn't matter. I don't care. You do whatever you want."

"You just said you didn't like it."

"I said it doesn't matter."

The line goes quiet for a moment. You can picture him ; probably sprawled on that massive leather couch in his empty living room, the high ceilings and the chandelier that cost at least a kidney. One hand holding the phone, the other holding whatever he's smoking. His eyes half-closed, looking like a hot disaster.

"I really need you right now," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word.

Your heart does a flip.

"That's not fair," you say quietly.

"I’m sorry."

"You can't just call me when you're high and say stuff like that."

"I know."

Silence. The sound of the TV in the background on his end. You can hear your own breathing.

"Can you come over?" he asks, and he sounds smaller than you've ever heard him. Needy like he never lets himself be. "Please."

You could’ve say no, tell him to sleep it off and call you in the morning when he's sober and less likely to say things he'll pretend didn't happen. You have to protect yourself for once.

And here you are, already grabbing your keys.

───

The drive takes twenty minutes. His house is dark when you pull into the driveway, the only light coming from somewhere deeper inside. The front door is unlocked as it always is, and you let yourself in, kicking off your sandals by the entryway.

The living room is a mess. Everything is scattered. There’s a blanket on the floor, empty glasses on the coffee table and his hoodie draped over the arm of the couch. And there he is, slouched in the corner of the sectional, phone on the cushion beside him, a half smoked joint balanced on the edge of an ashtray.

His eyes are red and his hair is a mess. He looks up at you when you walk in and something in his expression changes. It’s relief, you might think.

"There’s no way you really came," he says like he's surprised.

"You called me thirteen times."

"Right."

You drop your bag by the door and walk over to him. The coffee table has a pitcher of water and some takeout containers from somewhere you don't recognize. You push them aside and sit on the edge of the couch, facing him.

"You're an asshole," you say.

"Yeah."

"Like, genuinely an asshole."

He's not arguing back so that's how you know he's really high.

You reach out and take the joint from the ashtray, stubbing it out even though there's still some left. He watches your hands, your fingers, the way you're sitting close enough that your knee almost touches his.

"When did you eat last?" you ask.

He blinks at you like the question requires calculus. "I don't know. Lunch?"

"It's almost ten."

"Oh."

You sigh and stand up, heading toward the kitchen. His kitchen is massive and spotless and useless because he barely uses it. You find bread, peanut butter, a banana that's not too brown. You make him a sandwich without asking if he wants one because he's not in a state to make good decisions. When you come back, he hasn't moved an inch. You hand him the plate and he stares at it for a second before taking it.

"Eat," you say.

"You're bossy when you're annoyed."

"I'm always annoyed. You just don't notice."

He takes a bite, chews and swallows. His eyes stay on you the whole time.

You sit back down, closer this time, and you watch him eat until half the sandwich is gone. You take the plate away and set it on the coffee table.

"Water," you say, pouring a glass from the pitcher. You hand it to him and he drinks. When he's done, he sets the glass down and leans his head back against the couch, eyes closed. His breathing is slower now.

"You didn't have to come, you know." he says.

"You asked me to."

"Yeah. But you didn't have to."

You look at him ; the dark circles, the dried salt on his skin from the beach he barely touched, the way his hands are trembling just slightly. He's a mess. He's always been a mess, yet he's sitting here, in this big empty house, and he called you. Amongst everyone he knew, he called you.

"Yeah, well," you say quietly. "I'm here anyway so..."

He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at you. His gaze is heavy and unfocused.

"You're gonna stay?" he asks. "For a bit?"

You have to go home, because you have class tomorrow. Your hair is still damp from the ocean and you're tired and you know that staying will only make things more complicated.

"Yeah," you say. "For a bit."

He shifts on the couch, making room, and you take the hint. You sit next to him, close enough that your shoulder presses against his arm, and he doesn't pull away. Neither do you.

After a few minutes, his head drops onto your shoulder. His breathing evens out. He's not asleep, heavy and warm against you.

You stare at the dark windows, the empty room, the ghost of smoke curling from the ashtray.

This isn't going to fix anything. You know that and he knows that. But for now, he's not pushing you away, so everything feels fine.

The high wears off slowly. You notice that his breathing changes, it’s less shallow and more present. His fingers stop trembling too. His head lifts from your shoulder and he blinks at the room like he's seeing it for the first time.

He's still loose, still soft around the edges, but he's coming back to himself. You can feel it.

"You okay?" you ask.

He nods, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm. "Yeah. Starting to feel human again."

"Good."

A silence settles between you, he turns his head, looking at you with those half-lidded eyes, and his voice is quieter when he speaks. "Did you shower yet? After the beach?"

You glance down at yourself. Your skin still has salt residue, your hair is stiff with dried seawater. "No. I came straight here."

He's quiet for a moment. "We could take a bath."

You look at him. His expression isn't teasing like usual, and it’s almost soft.

"A bath ?" you repeat.

"Uh yeah. The tub's big enough." There’s a pause. "We don't have to do anything. I just—I don't want to be alone right now."

That's the most honest thing he's said all night.

You nod. "Okay."

───

Even if you were already used to every corner of his house, you’d never get over how huge his bathroom is. Marble floors, a tub that could fit three people, candles on the counter that he never lights. He runs the water while you sit on the edge of the sink, watching him test the temperature with his wrist.

He's still in his beach clothes ; shorts, a loose t-shirt and a silver chain with a cross that he never takes off. You're in your bikini top and the oversized button-up you threw on over it.

When the tub is full, he turns off the water and looks at you. "You first."

You slide off the sink and step toward the tub, suddenly aware of how exposed you feel even though you've done much more than this with him. You take off your button-up and step out of your shorts, leaving your bikini on the floor. He does the same ; he pulls his shirt over his head, kicks off his shorts and his boxers.

The water is warm, almost too warm, and you sink into it with a sigh. The salt washes off your skin immediately, and you can feel your muscles relaxing. He gets in behind you, settling against the end of the tub, his legs on either side of yours.

For a minute, neither of you speaks. The water ripples softly. A candle flickers, he must have lit it while you weren't looking. You can feel him shifting, moving closer, and his arms come around your waist from behind. He pulls you back against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You freeze for half a second. He's never done this before. The fact of having this kind of moment with him doesn’t even feel real to you. You two have been intimate in so many ways but never like this.

"Is this okay?" he murmurs, breath warm against your neck.

"Yeah," you whisper. "It's okay."

His arms tighten slightly, holding you a little closer. You lean your head back against his shoulder and close your eyes.

This is new and terrifying. This is everything you've wanted without letting yourself admit it, but you know that things like that don’t really last. So you have to accept it.

───

The water starts to cool after a while, his thumb is tracing shapes on your stomach, absent-minded.

You think about what brought you here and how he sounded so small when he said he needed you.

"Ni-ki," you say quietly.

"Mm?"

You hesitate. You don't want to ruin whatever this is. But it's been sitting in your chest since all the times you've watched him disappear into himself.

"Those friends of yours that you mentioned before," you say. "The ones who got you into this stuff."

His hand stops moving.

"I'm not trying to start a fight," you add quickly. "I’m just worrying about you. You said they owe you money…And they're always pushing you to do more."

He's quiet for a long moment.

"They're not in my life anymore," he says finally.

You turn your head slightly, trying to see his face. "What?"

"I cut them off, like, a few weeks ago." His voice is steady and clearer. "They weren't friends. They just wanted someone to pay for everything and someone to get high with. I got tired of it."

You don't know what to say. He's never told you this or anything.

"Why didn't you say something?" you ask.

He shrugs, the movement rippling the water. "Didn't seem important."

"Not important? Ni-ki, they were using you."

"I know but," He presses his cheek against your hair. "That's why I stopped answering their calls. They'll figure it out."

You turn in his arms so you're facing him, knees on either side of his hips, water sloshing against the edges of the tub. His face is inches from yours. You can see that his eyes are tired.

"And the money they owe you?" you ask.

"It's just money." He says it like it means nothing. Or maybe to him, it doesn't. "I'd rather lose that than keep pretending they gave a shit about me."

Your hands find his shoulders, thumbs brushing over his collarbones and he lets you touch him.

"You're not going to fall back into that?" you ask. "When things get hard again?"

He looks at you for a long time.

"No," he says. "You’re here anyway. Everything feels different."

Your heart cracks a little.

"You can't rely on me to fix you," you force yourself to say, because you have to say it, you've seen too many people drown trying to save someone else.

"Y/N," He cups your face with one hand, thumb brushing your cheekbone. "I'm not asking you to fix me. I…I don't want to be alone anymore. It scares me more than you think."

The water is barely warm now. Your knees are starting to ache from the position.

"Okay," you whisper.

He smiles at you softly, and you nearly thought it meant something.

"We should get out," he says. "The water's cold."

"Yeah."

He pulls the plug and grabs a towel from the rack, wrapping it around your shoulders before his own. You step out of the tub together, dripping on the marble floor.

───

7:12 AM and your phone is rattling against the wood of your nighstand like it's trying to wake the dead. You grope for it blindly, eyes half-open and your brain still somewhere in a dream you can't even remember.

Ni-ki's name on the screen.

You answer. "Hello?"

"You sound like shit." His voice is rough like he hasn't slept either.

"Thanks. It's fucking seven in the morning."

"Well, no shit. Get dressed, I'm picking you up in twenty."

You sit up, rubbing your face. The memories from two nights ago flicker through your mind ; the bath, his arms around you. You brush it off as soon as the reality catches you.

You push it all down. "For what?"

"Does it matter?"

You're too tired to fight back. And a part of you, the stupid part, just wants to see his face.

"Fine," you say. "Twenty minutes."

He hangs up with no goodbye. Of course.

You throw on jeans and a sweater, brush your teeth. When you hear the engine outside, low and guttural, you grab your bag and head out. It's not the black Camaro. It's a Mustang GT ; sleek, black, newer than anything you've ever sat in. He's leaning against the driver's door, arms crossed, wearing a leather jacket and that same blank expression.

"New car?" you ask.

"Yeah, got bored of the old one." He opens the passenger door for you. "Get in."

The interior smells new and fresh. You buckle up as he slides into the driver's seat and pulls away from the curb without checking his blind spot. Some things never change. The city is waking up around you, coffee shops opening, joggers on the sidewalk.

You watch his profile, observing the sharp line of his jaw and his thumbs tap against the steering wheel like he usually does everytime he drives.

"You're staring," he says without looking at you.

" Am I not allowed ?"

He doesn't respond to that.

You take a breath. "Ni-ki."

"What."

"Why are you so cold sometimes?"

The question hangs in the air between you. His fingers tighten on the steering wheel before he relaxes.

"You think I'm cold?" he asks.

"Sometimes. You disappear, you push me away and...you say things you don't mean or you don't say anything at all." You're watching his face, looking for a crack. "I just want to know why."

He stays quiet for a long moment. The car slows at a red light and he finally glances at you. His eyes are tired again, that's how you know he smoked on the drive over.

Unexpectedly, the corner of his mouth twitches.

"You're cute when you're curious," he says.

"That's not an answer."

"Well," The light turns green, he accelerates. "I'll work on it."

───

The mall is mostly empty this early. A few senior citizens walking laps around the food court, some moms with strollers, employees unlocking gates. Ni-ki walks next to you, hands in his pockets. His presence is heavy but not uncomfortable. You wander past stores without really looking until one catches your eye ; a vintage thrift shop, the expensive kind with every luxury brands where clothes are curated and priced like art pieces.

You step inside more out of curiosity than intention. The racks are organized by color, the lighting warm, and there's a section in the back with dresses probably worn by celebrities considaring their prices.

Your fingers trail over the fabric ; silk, lace, velvet. One of them catches your eyes. A black dress, slip style but not cheap. It makes you think of old Hollywood movies and rooftop parties in the 60s. The price tag is tucked inside, and when you pull it out you actually laugh.

"300 dollars," you say, turning to Ni-ki. "For a thrifted dress."

He's standing a few feet away, watching you with a neutral expression. "Do you want it?"

"I want a lot of things I can't afford."

"That's not what I asked."

You look back at the dress, running your fingers over the fabric again. "It's gorgeous. But no. It's stupid to spend that much."

He pulls the dress off the rack and walks toward the counter without saying a word.

"Ni-ki. What are you doing?"

"Buying the dress."

"No. Ni-ki, come b─."

He ignores you, pulling out his wallet. The cashier, a girl with pink hair, looks between the two of you with mild amusement.

"Sir, would you like a bag?"

"Yes."

"Ni-ki, I'm serious." You grab his arm, but he doesn't stop. "You can't just buy me things like this."

He turns to look at you, and his face is softer than you expected. "Why not?"

"Because—" You don't even exactly know why. Maybe because it's too much or because it looks like it means something. He nods toward the rack, toward a deep red dress you didn't even realize you touched earlier. "You looked at that one first," he says. "I saw you run your fingers over it before you picked up the black one."

You blink. "You noticed that?"

"You touched it for like five seconds. I have to buy it now."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Too bad then." He tells the cashier to add the red dress too. She does, wrapping both in tissue paper.

You stand there, mouth slightly open, watching him pay nearly six hundred dollars for two dresses you never asked for.

"Try them on," he says, handing you the bag. "If you don't like them, we'll return them."

You stare at him and he stares back.

"Fine," you mutter, grabbing the bag and heading toward the fitting room.

The room is small, with a full-length mirror and a velvet stool. You pull off your jeans and sweater and slide the black dress over your head. It falls perfectly, hitting just above the knee, hugging your waist, the fabric cool against your skin. You turn in the mirror, and for a second, you don't recognize yourself.

You step out of the fitting room.

Ni-ki is leaning against the wall across from the door, phone in hand. His eyes lift to you, and something shifts in his face. His jaw goes slack for just a moment.

"Well?" you ask, suddenly self conscious.

He looks at you ; up and down, slow, like he's trying to memorize every inch of you.

"You look," he starts then suddenly pauses. "It's fine."

"Just fine?"

He pushes off the wall and walks toward you, close enough that you have to tilt your head up to see his face.

"I should return it," he says, there's a teasing edge to his voice now.

"Why?"

"I don't really feel like fighting someone today."

Your face heats. "Shut up."

"I'm dead serious."

"Stop acting like that."

He almost smiles. "Keep the dress. Both of them."

───

The park is small, tucked between a residential street and a community garden. You're sitting on a bench near the pond, ice cream cones in hand ; his is chocolate, yours is strawberry. The sun is higher now, warm enough to make you take off your sweater.

He eats his ice cream in silence, staring at the water. You watch a duck paddle in circles.

"So," he says, not looking at you. "You and Jake seem close."

Your spoon pauses halfway to your mouth. "We're friends."

"Friends." He says lowly. "You were pretty cozy at the beach. I mean, sharing towels...wrestling in the water, all of that."

You narrow your eyes. "Are you jealous?"

He scoffs. "No."

"You're deflecting."

"I can't be observant ?" He casually takes a bite of his ice cream. "Just saying. He's around a lot."

"He's your friend too."

"Yeah, but he doesn't look at me the way he looks at you."

"Nothing's going on with Jake," you say finally.

He shrugs. "Doesn't matter. You do what you want."

There it is again ; that same line he always falls back on. He's always trying to make it sound normal but it comes out like a permission, you're always feeling like it's a test he's making you take.

"I don't want anything with Jake," you say. "I want—" You stop yourself.

He looks at you, waiting for you to continue.

You look away. "Never mind."

The ice cream drips onto your fingers.

"You have ice cream," he says.

"Where?"

He leans in.

His lips are cold from the chocolate, but his tongue is warm when it swipes across the corner of your mouth. You freeze, and you find him kissing you, deep and slow, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck. It's not the kind of kiss you share in public, so obviously it surprises you.

When he pulls back, you're breathless. You can feel your face burning.

"What was that for?" you manage.

He shrugs, excluding the fact that his ears are pink. "You had ice cream on your mouth."

"That's not a fucking way to wipe off ice cream."

"It is now."

You stare at him and he stares back, expression carefully neutral, nethertheless you can see the cracks. His fingers are still resting on your neck and he's not pulling away.

"You're such a jerk," you whisper.

"Yeah," he says. "Might get strawberry next time."

You shove him in the chest in embarassement, which made him chuckle slightly.

All of this is not making you think about unanswered calls, the days where he decides to be insanely cold or whether he's going to push you away again. So you try to enjoy it as much as you can.

The sun has dropped behind the trees. The bench has gone from comfortable to uncomfortable about an hour ago. Your tailbone is starting to ache and you've shifted positions at least six times, each time less effective than the last.

"I'm bored," you announce.

Ni-ki glances at you from the other end of the bench, one arm stretched along the back, his ice cream cone long gone. "You're always bored."

"Come on, it's been an hour since we sat here."

He watches you with a half-lidded expression. You stand up and brush off the back of your jeans. "There's a playground over there. Let's go."

"A playground." He says flatly, unimpressed by your idea.

"Yeah. You know...swings, slides, kids stuff. Don't tell me you're too cool for swings."

He doesn't agree yet he stands up anyway.

The playground is maybe fifty meters from the bench, a small fenced area with wood chips instead of sand, a plastic slide that's seen better days, and a set of swings hanging from a metal frame. The chains squeak slightly when the wind blows.

You make a beeline for the swings, feet crunching on the wood chips, and plant yourself on the closest one. The rubber seat is cold through your jeans. You grip the chains and kick off just a little.

"Push me," you say, looking back at him.

He's standing at the edge of the wood chips, hands in his pockets, watching you like you from afar. "Push yourself, you're not a kid."

"That's not the point."

He sighs ; a theatrical and put-upon sound ; but he walks over anyway. He positions himself behind you, hands hovering near your lower back for a moment before he gives a firm shove. The swing arcs forward, the chains rattling, and you let out a small laugh. The air rushes past your face. Behind you, he pushes again, harder this time.

"You know," he says, voice carrying over the squeak of the chains, "I've seen this before. Like in a movie. A guy pushes a girl on the swing. Very romantic."

"It's not that romantic. Trust."

"Mm." There's another push. "In the movie, they usually end up doing it in the bushes after."

You kick your feet out, trying to go higher. "What ?"

"You heard it right."

"You're disgusting."

"You're the one who wanted to come here."

He pushes one more time before he steps back. The swing slows gradually, the arc shrinking until you're just swaying. He walks around and sits down on the swing beside you, the chains groaning under his weight. He's taller than you so his legs stretch out longer, boots dragging in the wood chips.

"Be careful," he says, watching you swing forward again. "You're gonna flip over the bar."

"I'm not even that high."

"You could be."

"You worry too much."

He shakes his head. "I just don't want you to stain my new car if you get yourself hurt."

You push off again, swinging higher this time, the chains straining. The wind whistles past your ears. For a second you feel like you could lift right off the seat and keep going.

"See?" you call out. "I'm fine."

"You're gonna eat shit."

"I don't care."

It's a challenge and he hears it. You see him tense from the corner of your eye. You can feel that he's off his swing, boots crunching toward you, and before you can swing back again, his hands are on your waist.

He catches you mid-arc, steadying you, slowing the momentum. His fingers press into your sides through your sweater. The swing creaks to a halt, your feet finding the wood chips, his body so close that you could feel the heat radiating through his leather jacket.

"I know you care," he says quietly. "You just pretend you don't."

You're looking up at him, your hands still on the chains and his on your waist. The sky is almost dark now and a single light on the playground flickers to life somewhere behind him.

"I don't know," you say. "Maybe I learned from the best."

His thumbs press into your waist, just slightly. Something in his face softens.

"Come on," he says, letting go and stepping back. "It's getting dark."

He doesn't wait for you, already walking toward the path, hands back in his pockets, back to his usual distance.

You watch him for a second, then push off the swing one last time, just to feel the air rush past.

He stops and looks back at you. "Are you coming or not?"

"Yeah," you say, hopping off the swing. "I'm coming."

───

One week after, and he disappeared again without a single text, like he always did, but this time it hurt more than usual. It would've hurt less if you haven't hang out with him like there was a title for what you were for each other. But here you are. The lecture hall is half-empty because it's Friday and no one wants to be here, including the professor. You're slouched in your seat while Jess doodles in the margin of her notebook. The guy in front of you is watching YouTube on his laptop with the brightness all the way down. No one seems to care today.

Your phone buzzes against the desk. You glance at the screen. ‘Ni-ki’

Ni-ki [10:22 AM]

going out of town for the weekend

you can fuck anyone u want

don’t wait for me.

You stare at it for a while. You don't know what to say because there's nothing to say. Why is he giving you permission for something you never asked permission for ?

Jess notices your face. "What?"

You turn the phone toward her. She reads it, and her expression shifts from curious to annoyed.

"That's weird," she says quietly.

"Yeah."

"He found another chick, maybe." She chuckled before going back to her doodles.

You lock the phone and set it face-down on the desk. The rest of the lecture drags and sit there, replaying the message in your head, trying to figure out what it actually means.

───

After class, you wait until you're outside, standing under the covered walkway where the smokers hang out. Jess lingers nearby, pretending to check her phone but definitely listening.

You call him.

It rings four times. You think he's going to ignore it, but then he picks up.

"Hey." His voice is flat, sounding like he’s distracted.

"Ni-ki." You grip your phone tighter. "What was that message?"

"What message."

"The one about me fucking whoever I want."

You hear him exhale ; he’s smoking a cigarette. "Just saying. You have options."

"I don't want options."

He's quiet for a second. "Why not?"

The question catches you off guard. You expected him to brush it off, to say it was nothing, to change the subject but not this.

"Because I don't," you say. "I'd rather not, with anyone else."

Another exhale, his voice lower now. "You make that sound like a bad thing."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." You already know it's not nothing. The tone he takes when he says it ; clipped and distant, it sounds like he’s already out of the conversation.

You lean against the brick wall, watching people stream past with their coffee cups and backpacks. Jess catches your eye and you shake your head slightly.

"Ni-ki," you say, " What's happening ? You've been distant again for a whole week without texting me once, even after you said that you would work on it. Are you fucking someone else ?"

He doesn't answer right away. The silence stretches, and you can hear the faint sound of traffic wherever he is, maybe already driving out of town.

"That's not it," he says finally.

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know." His voice cracks a little. "I’m—I don't know what this is…and I don't know why you keep showing up when I keep being an asshole."

You close your eyes. "Could be that I like assholes."

"You really shouldn't."

"Yeah but that's not your call."

He laughs in frustration. "See? That's the problem. You don't let me push you away. You just keep coming back and I don't know how to handle that."

Your chest aches. "So you're leaving for the weekend because you can't handle me staying?"

"I'm leaving for the weekend because my dad wants to have a conversation about my future and I need to get it over with." He pauses. "The text was...I don't know. A test."

"A test for what?"

"To see if you'd get mad."

"Did I pass?"

"You got mad. So yes." He sighs, and you can hear the exhaustion in it. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to not be that guy who sends impulsive texts and pushes people away."

You slide down the wall until you're sitting on the concrete, knees pulled up to your chest. Jess sits down next to you without saying anything, her shoulder warm against yours.

"Just go see your dad," you say. "Text me when you get back."

"You're not going to fuck anyone else?"

"Why do you keep asking me that?"

"Because I need to hear you say it."

You swallow. The words feel too heavy. You say them anyway.

"I don't want anyone else. Just you. Even when you're being an asshole."

Long silence. "Okay. Love you."

"Wait wha—"

He hangs up. And you sit there on the sidewalk with Jess, phone in your lap, trying to process what he just said. You know it’s going to hurt as he doesn’t want you to stay. He’s an asshole and you’re aware of it. But you can’t help but see the broken person he is, wanting to take care of him and give him everything he needs.

───

You've been staring at it for an hour now, counting the seconds between the creaks of the old building settling. The clock on your nightstand says 11:47 PM, then 11:58, then 12:03.

Sunday night. He was supposed to be back by now. He didn't say when exactly, but Thursday to Sunday felt like a window that's already closed.

You checked your phone maybe 40 times since Friday, but no messages nor calls. You're stuck on the same text thread sitting there, his last words about fucking whoever you want that you haven't responded.

Your eyes are heavy but your brain won't shut up. You turn onto your side, then onto your back, then onto your stomach. Everything is wrong.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand and you grab it before the second vibration.

Jake's name.

You don't talk to Jake often, maybe a few times in group chats. He's not the type to call you at midnight for no reason.

You answer. "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N." His voice is different. "Sorry to call so late. You heard from Ni-ki?"

Your stomach drops. "No. Why?"

A pause on his end. You can hear him exhale. "He left Thursday, right? He said he was going to see his dad and was supposed to be back Saturday. It's Sunday now and no one's heard from him. Not me, not Jay, not even Jungwon. His phone's going straight to voicemail."

You sit up, your heart pounding. "Have you tried calling his house?"

"Yeah. No answer. I don't have the landline or whatever. I just have his cell."

You swing your legs over the side of the bed, already standing. "Okay. Let me try something."

"You think he's okay?"

"I don't know." You're pulling on a hoodie, tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder. "I'll call you back."

"Alright. Be careful."

You hang up and immediately dial Ni-ki's number. It rings once, twice, three times. Then voicemail. You call again. It goes straight to voicemail this time. Not even a single ring.

You try one more time but nothing.

The clock says 12:15 now. You stare at your reflection in the dark window. Your own face looks back, pale and anxious.

You text him.

You [12:16 AM]

Hey

Jake said you're not back

Call me when you get this.

Then you lie back down, but you don't sleep.

───

It's Monday morning. You skipped your first class, you could afford to miss.

You take the bus. You don't know why you bother with the bus when he's not there to pick you up, but walking would take an hour and you don't have the patience for that

The house looks the same as always. Big and quiet. The gate is closed but not locked. You push it open and walk up the driveway, the gravel crunching under your sneakers.

You ring the doorbell. The door opens, but not by much. An older man stands there, maybe in his sixties, wearing a simple button-up shirt. You've seen him before, once, maybe twice, always in the background. The butler, you guess or the house manager, something like that.

"Can I help you?" His voice is polite but guarded.

"I'm looking for Ni-ki. His friends haven't heard from him since Thursday." You try to keep your voice steady. "Is he here?"

The butler hesitates. His eyes scan your face, probably deciding if you're worth talking to.

"Mr. Riki is not currently at the residence," he says.

"When will he be back?"

"I'm not at liberty to say."

You feel frustration building in your chest. "Is he okay? Did something happen with his dad?"

The man's expression doesn't change. "I'm afraid I can't discuss the family's private matters."

"Please." Your voice cracks. "I'm not some random person. I'm his...I'm a friend. He's not answering his phone. We're all worried."

The butler looks at you in slience. He then glances over his shoulder, into the dark hallway behind him, before stepping out onto the porch and pulling the door mostly shut behind him.

"He left for his father's estate on Thursday afternoon," the man says quietly like he's not supposed to be telling you this. "There was a scheduled meeting regarding his future. Finances, education, that sort of thing." He pauses. "I have not seen him since. The family's driver returned alone on Saturday."

Your heart drops. "Alone? Where is he?"

"I don't know. I wasn't told." His voice softens slightly. "If you're a friend of his, I would suggest waiting. He tends to...disappear, when things get difficult."

That's totally the opposite reassuring.

"Can you at least tell him I came by?" you ask. "Y/N. He has my number."

The butler nods once. "I'll relay the message."

He steps back inside and closes the door. You stand on the porch for a minute, staring at the wood grain, your hands shaking. Afterwards you turn and walk back down the driveway, gravel biting through the soles of your shoes.

You call Jake on the way to the bus stop. He picks up immediately.

"Anything?" he asks.

"No. He's not there. The butler said the driver came back alone on Saturday." You swallow. "No one knows where he is."

Jake is quiet for a second. "That's not like him."

You want to say that you don't know what's like him anymore. That every time you think you understand, he does something else.

"Yeah," you say instead. "I know."

The bus pulls up. You get on, find a seat by the window, and watch the big house shrink behind you until it's just a smudge in the distance.

───

The best you could was getting to Jess's apartment. You've been sitting on her couch for twenty minutes, not really watching whatever Jake has on the TV, not really listening to Jay argue with him about something related to F1. Your phone is faced down on the coffee table. You stopped checking it an hour ago.

Jess is in the kitchen, the sound of running water and the clink of a mug against the counter. You can smell tea, something herbal.

"You good?" Jay asks from the armchair, not looking at you, because he's learned from Jess that direct eye contact when you're upset makes you clam up.

"No," you say. "But it's fine, I guess."

Jake glances over. "Still no word?"

You shake your head.

The TV is playing some local news channel. A middle-aged woman is talking about a road closure downtown. You tune it out.

Jess comes in with a tray of mugs, setting it on the coffee table. She hands you one without asking if you want it. The mug is warm against your palms.

"Thanks," you murmur.

She sits next to you. "Have you eaten?"

"Not really."

"I'll order something later."

You nod. The TV cuts to a breaking news graphic ; red and white, it seems urgent.

"We're receiving reports of a shooting in the industrial district," the anchor says, her voice steady but grave. "Details are limited, but we understand the altercation occurred around 2:00 this afternoon and involved individuals associated with drug dealing and money laundering operations in the area."

Jake whistles low. "Damn. That part of town is getting worse."

Jay shushes him.

"One person has been confirmed shot," the anchor continues. "According to sources close to the investigation, the victim is reportedly a tall male in his early twenties. He is believed to be the son of a prominent entrepreneur in the region. Authorities have not released a name pending family notification, but we have obtained a photo from witnesses who apparently recognized the victim during the scene."

The screen cuts to a photograph.

Your hand freezes around the mug.

It's him. Ni-ki. The photo is from some event ; he's in a dark jacket, looking off to the side, jaw set, eyes half-lidded.

"The victim's identity has not been officially confirmed," the anchor says as text scrolls across the bottom of the screen. "However, our sources indicate that the body has not yet been recovered from the scene. Police are continuing their investigation."

The mug slips from your fingers. It hits the coffee table and tea spills everywhere, soaking a magazine, dripping onto the carpet. You're staring at the screen, at his face, at the words scrolling past.

Body not recovered.

Jess grabs your arm. "Y/N. Y/N, breathe."

Jake is standing now, phone already in his hand, calling Jungwon. Jay is frozen, eyes wide, looking between you and the TV, still not believing what he saw. The anchor moves on to the next story and the graphic disappears. The screen fills with footage of a city council meeting.

You don't remember standing up but you're on your feet now, and the room is spinning, Jess is saying your name over and over, and all you can think is : His body hasn't been found.

Which means he could be alive, or he could be dead.

You don't know anything at all.

@kookieterry @wonderikii @rikisloverrr @icryforenhypen @hyyhwriter @nodoubtily @teddyberryy @genienha @simjakeyjake @2dolcee @heartheejake

Riki didn't care much for parties. 

Despite how feral he'd get over tequila in his first years of uni, perhaps his taste had matured since then. Graduated to the expensive whiskey his father rewarded to him for the last year of uni he embarks on, shifting from the daze of break-dancing in someone's living room to sitting on plastic white chairs in his backyard, passing a blunt between his fingers. He'd dabbled in mostly everything, seeing univeristy as the lawless grounds nothing felt real in, which explains why in the summer before he leaves home, he buys his first g. The pick-up point is in the abandoned park he loved as a child, in the barely-on, flickering lights of a tunnel he had no business loitering in, kicking his feet and rubbing his nose like the newbie he made himself out to be. The dealer - a friend of a friend - a uni dropout with the voice of Darth Vader, gives him a nod before they exchange weed for cash, so casual in nature despite the thrum in his neck. 

Only when he's scattered away, stuffing the bag so far into his hoodie pocket, it'd bury into the material, can he exhale. Except when he gets to his friend's house, free of rigid parents for the weekend, does he realise he doesn't know the first thing about smoking weed. He assumes it's like smoking a cigarette, which he'd regretfully done at a house party once and threw up rosé on some poor girl's shoes thereafter. He didn't inhale right, hacked every time he tried burying the puff of smoke in his lungs, then while his high school friends starfished on the living room carpet, giggling to themselves, Riki sits on the couch, his cheek pressed into knees brought to his chest as he watches Courage the Cowardly Dog, wondering if uni will be any better. 

It is ─ he finds his crowd, people with a knack for empathy and knowledge despite the stupid shit they get up to, but something in Riki relaxes. Lets him come into himself and ride the wave of new and exiciting experiences, trying this and that. Cocaine's too expensive, pills swing his jaw and ket makes him boneless on an overcrowded dancefloor. They come and go, but weed stays. Gives him the kind of highs where he finds amusement in the smallest things or finally quiets his mind, constant drones of the future drowned out by the shapes and colours of his lava lamp. In the midst of all the oragnised chaos, Riki somehow finds himself with sufficient grades, earning his best score yet on a paper written unreasonably high, laughing in disbelief all the way back home. Coming through the doorway, he spies his housemate Jake, the high mark the first thing he relays, to which Jake grins like some proud father, corners of his lips to his ears before he gives Riki a hug. 

"That's my guy," his palm smacks onto Riki's back, hand braced on his shoulder as Jake pulls away, a knowing grin on his face. "I say we celebrate."

"Over some coursework?" Riki's eyebrow quirks. "That's uhm, sweet but no need, broski."

"Bro, I'm making brownies. The good kind," Jake nods over his shoulder, the chocolate aroma hitting Riki suddenly, wafting with the undercurrent of the unwind of his tension-packed shoulders. "Hee's finally submitted that CompSci thing that's made him a ghost and Sunghoon's got a game he's gonna win. We're celebrating." 

Riki lets the idea carry his smile, stretching further as he deserts his leather bag on the couch and walks into the kitchen with Jake, timbs echoing against vinyl as they check on the progress of Jake's creation. Riki's fairly acquainted with the various ways of ingesting weed, his Chrome Hearts themed bong bought off Etsy one of his prised possession, but brownies are still his favourite. Quick and easy, his second year dealer an aspiring chef with a knack for desserts, from space cake to the likes of tiramisu. The latter his favourite, sweet enough for him to stand and strong enough for him to laugh controllably watching Fantastic Mr. Fox, collapsing over Sunghoon's lap in breathless laughs echoed in the back of his throat. 

Needless to say, "What the cuss?" became a go-to phrase between the two, unavoidable in first two weeks of its life, and forever a running joke between the two.

Shuffling out his bedroom door later on, the front door adjacent to it flings open, heavy clattering following as Sunghoon's figure ambles through. He topples over the mess of shoes stationed at the door all needing a wash, hands splayed against the narrow hallway walls to stead himself.

Riki raises an eyebrow.

"You good?" His head lowers, mirroring Sunghoon's ducked one as he struggles tugging off his sneakers, a dramatic sigh emptying out him as they fling off, his flushed face in full view. "You drank already?"

"The guys insisted on a pint after we pummelled Yonsei 7-0 ─ an embarrassing shutout," Sunghoon runs his hands through his sweaty hair, face settling into a lax Riki's happy to see. "But you know, it's never just one and now I'm halfway smashed and I still need to fucking shower,"

He starts departing, socks hitting carpet, clapping a hand over Riki's shoulder with a heavy squeeze as he yells ascending the stairs. "If you hear me fall over, just ignore it. Later!"

Riki can only smile, shaking his head before he styles his caramel blond strands into something more spiky, finally having time to put effort into his appearance after coursework that literally stole the swag from him. In the mirror, he's the painting of a 2000s punk love interest, only ever existing in a mall food court or Hot Topic, going as far as painting his nails chrome. And soon enough when the lights dim, living room illuminated by disco LED lights and packed with conversating bodies, Riki's dodging drunken spills, reaching into the back of the fridge for Jake's brownies to bring out back, pebbles rubbing together under his shoes as he plots down in the circle of his housemates and a few other friends, a welcome slow in mellow conversation. 

"I'm pretty sure I'm part whatever they put in Monster because besides that and microwave Mac & Cheese, that's all I survived off," smoke blows out Heeseung's lips, some cheap cigarette from the corner shop between his fingers as his body slumps into the plastic chair. His free hand pulls his black beanie downwards, his fringe peeking out. "You know how down bad I am if I'm a nitty again."

He takes another drag, head tilted to the sky, moonlight bathing the slopes of his face in shadows and brilliance. Riki watches on quietly. 

"Well, it's done now. So, do yourself a favour and buy better cigs," Jake chuckles, eyes moving opposite him to Riki. "You brought them out?"

"Yeah, I'm not looking to drink twelve pints tonight," he unwraps the cling wrap over the brownies, rings clinking together as he offers the stacked amount around. "Plus, they're fresh. And hopefully better than the last batch."

Beomgyu, one of Heeseung's friends breaks out into a chuckle, laughing along with his friend who says, "Those were an attempt."

"Hey! It's harder than it looks, okay?" Jake insists, biting into his brownie. "The fuck would youse know about using an oven, much less baking."

"Well, if your aim was to give us diabetes, you were halfway there," Riki laughs, gulping before he takes a bite. Dense but still somehow airy, not too sweet - good on Jake. "I'll give you a pass this time."

"Thanks Riki, because I really only live for your validation," Jake's eyes roll, amusement on his face before he nods over to Haechan. "What you think?"

"Like I won't need a glucometer," he giggles, mouth circled in crumbs. "It's really science if you think about it. I'm glad you learned the error of your ways."

"Fat fucking chance if you think you're taking any home," the two stick their tongues out at each other, to the sound of Beomgyu moaning, "Just kiss already, I'm close." Jake's laugh only lasts moments before his phone buzzes in his pocket, screen illuminating his face. "Oh shit, she's here."

"Who's here?" Riki asks, another bite into his brownie.

"Wonder if she's run into Sunghoon. Lord knows that man is a mess," Jake supplies, neck straining to peek at the backdoor.

"Yeah, I haven't seen that man so fucked since St. Pattys - and that was last week," Haechan adds. "Think he'll make a move?"

"He'll try but she won't have it. He's probably got beer and sick down his shirt anyways," Jake replies, lighting up at the opening door. He waves his raised hand, more enthused than Haechan's. "Took you long enough."

"Sorry, but Sunghoon insisted to talking to me with his sicky breath," a feminine voice echoes from the narrow alley leading towards them, your figure emerging from the shadows. "I had to get him to brush his teeth. He gagged brushing his tongue ─ pussy."

Cheeks full of chocolate brownie, Riki feels all his weight sink to his feet, body running arctic cold then densely warm at the sight of you. You're so pretty it hurts, sweet in the face with a confidence keeping your shoulders back and head high, the smirk across your face alone very much capable of making him pop a boner. In the silent howls of the night, so much air surrounds them yet makes no effort to slither past his shut mouth, his body a burning furnace as he watches your every move.

"Oh, is that a brownie? Fuck yeah," you lean down into Jake's hand, teeth sinking into the dessert with a nonchalance so alarming Riki only can blink once per minute, a heavy gulp moving down his throat. "Hm, that is good. That dealer hasn't left for France yet?"

"Nah, it's my own humble creation," Jake's hand splays over his chest, nodding proudly. "Happy you like it. Kiss for my troubles?"

"My God, this whole house is full of horn dogs," you drag the last plastic chair closest to Riki, ripped leather trousers crying against the material as you settle, sipping on your drink. "Don't tell me you're one of them."

The sentence is directed at Riki, who's still baffled how he's gone three and a quarter years not having seen you once. Not at any party, not at any club, not even on campus. Perhaps it's for the best because if he knew you existed, his focus would boil down solely to you as it does now. Trailing the stacked silver hoops and chains lining your ears, the dermals under your right eye haloed by dark, unworried makeup, the snake bites settled beneath the plump of your lips with sharp nails and leather clothing plucked from his wildest dreams. Slouched back and manspread, he gets full view of the belly piercing beneath your black vest, a skeleton hanging at the bottom.

It's then he thinks he might explode. 

"Riki, you good?" Heeseung asks, blowing smoke with a knowing smirk. Riki can only groan. "Brownies already hitting?"

"Something like that," he only spares his friend a glance, eyes fighting for more time with you, a polite smile on your lips. He hates how quick he is to imagine your lips elsewhere. "We haven't met before."

"We haven't," you confirm. "I had the displeasure of being in a group with Jake for some workshop a bit ago. I'm only in it for the baked goods."

"Sounds like something totally unrelated." Beomgyu chimes in.

"He wishes," your nose scrunches, laugh contagious in the coy smiles dispensed around the group. "Good to meet you, Riki. Your fits live up to the hype."

Riki points to himself, incapable of social interaction. "My fits?"

"Hair's a bit questionable. Bro looks like he got electrocuted." Heeseung jokes, just to wind him up.

"Coming from a man smoking cheapo cigs, I'd pipe down," you retort, a low blow that has the guys snickering behind enveloped mouths and veined hands.. "It's cool spiked up. A bit out of place ─ hang on,"

A small, "Can I?" escapes your lips, dialled low enough to confuse his brain into a moment of intimacy, his answer immediate nod as he nods. Then, his eyes trail, following your hand that has the lightest touch, carefully arranging his hair back into place, concentration pulled into satisfaction as you admire your work. "Now this is a look."

His blush floods all the way to his ears, not missed by Heeseung who only shakes his head with a chuckle, sending dancing eyebrows and bitten back smirks his way. Riki chooses to ignore it over the gentle thump of music from inside the house. It’s so starkly dissimilar to the calmness of the back garden, nothing but conversation and Jake's chill RnB playlist humming through his phone's speakers. Riki learns all sorts about you that night, lulled by your velvety voice and weed making him float on a cloud. However, what becomes blaringly obvious is no matter what anecdotes he learns over the short time you spend outside, it will never suffice.

Not until you're his to have.

Whatever Riki's dissertation his Sports Science degree is based on takes a backseat, all of his thoughts circling back to you. He experiences the phenomenon of life at university, where you see a person once and never see them again or see them everywhere ─ you are the latter. Blooming in places once unimportant to him, now noted down by the grace of your presence. He sees you in the university mail room collecting your guitar pick parcel, sees you on the grassy lawn near the library catching the sun's rays while he's sentenced to lecture catch-ups in the library, cat eye sunglasses perched on your septum-pierced nose, laughing as a kicked football bounces off your sunbathing friend's ass. He sees you in said library nodding your head to the Drum & Bass leaking through your headphones, blitzing through work with coffin nails pattering against your keyboard. He even catches you outside the Design School building, giggling as you swap a blunt between friends in a nearby bike shed, not the least bit worried of getting caught. 

Having access to you like this makes his mind wonder, go places fuelled by fantasy and desire, and it hotwires his system to you. In your mystery black but bright smile, the silver of your jewellery and the warmth of your heart. How in all the moments he thinks he's alone in seeing you, your head turns. Most times, you motion him over for polite chatter or simply smile, acknowledging him in the smallest interaction he'll spend all day thinking of. His brain doesn't allow him to forget you, finding every excuse to bring you up in conversation, try your favourite foods, listen to your favourite artists (which has a lot of crossover with his) and just…well, simp over you as Heeseung so lovingly puts it. 

Riki can protest all he wants, but he knows it to be true. How much he's fallen for how you move through the world like its yours, carving every bit of yourself in spaces he'll never forget, whispering your name in suppressed whimpers as he doesn't let his thoughts venture too far, just the image of you laughing at some poor joke he made or the compliments you so freely give him. 

And then he's coming. All over his hand, sticky with relief and shame. He can only sigh then, because even if he hates himself for how low his obsession has taken him, he can't bring himself to banish all thought of you.

You're hard to forget after all. 

"Is she coming?" Riki asks, always referring to you as he follows Jake down the stairs. The older of the two scampes through to the living room where Sunghoon's left some hockey game playing and ventures back into his room, lived in-neat with the scent of sea salt living in his space.

"Man, I don't know. It's like you have a crush on her or something," Jake says absently, sifting through his closet for something to wear. Except when he only hears the scrape of his clothes hangers and not Riki's immediate denial, he stops. Looks his friend in the eye, peeking through chestnut curls to display his surprise. "What the fuck? You're joking."

Riki could deny it. Save himself the additional teasing, but he's always been a shit liar. 

"She's cool." He ends up admitting, looking down at his suede sneakers. They need a clean. 

"Yeah, I bet she is since you beat your meat to her," Jake laughs, pulling out an outfit he's satisfied with - jeans and a brown plaid zip-up jacket. "I get it, but you're not the only one. Jay from Psych acts like she's cast a love spell on him, and Sunoo follows her around constantly. And you know Sunghoon wants her, so…"

Riki groans, fed up with the situation. "Come on, he has options." 

"And you don't?"

He considers it. Thinks about that girl in his Advanced Sports Biomechanics lecture he's been pining over since they last kissed first year, but quickly got a boyfriend before he had the balls to ask her out. Thinks about the other girl from the library months ago who he suspects likes girls and somehow, he finds peace in it all. Letting go of a past he no longer identifies with, and finds you. Nestled into crevices of his life that matter more than before.

He's an absolute goner. 

"She's special," Riki lets it be known, his nape a source of comfort as his nails scrape away. "I only want her."

"Aren't you a romantic," Back turned to him, Jake circles back with a baseball cap with a design of unbuttoned jeans. He's stolen that out of Riki's closet, reminding him to lock his door when he leaves for lectures. "Maybe talk to Hoon about it. So we can avoid another shared-girl situation,"

"Unless you're into being a cuck or whatever."

"You signed up for that."

"Different strokes for different folks, I don't know what you're into," Jake can only shrug, bottom lip jutted out. "Don't think I want to know either. Just talk to the guy so there's no drama." 

And because Riki's preferences don't line up with Jake's, he makes the trek upstairs to the attic room, hearing Heeseung yell from his corner-tucked room, probably playing League of Legends.

And he calls Riki a loser.

Riki knocks, Sunghoon yelling for him to come in. 

Up the trifle of stairs, he spirals up into Sunghoon's room, fitting for the so-called 'slut' of their house, the most spacious of all four bedrooms, decently clean with hockey memorabilia scattered all around. He's at his desk to the stairs' right, thick-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge as he actually works on his dissertation, slumping back at Riki's presence.

"Need something?" 

He avoids his gaze, fingers threading through the hairs down his nape. He'd cut it if it wasn't for your lone mention of preferring longer hair.

That night he'd dreamed of you pulling on his strands, head between your legs, coming undone by nothing but his mouth. 

"Yeah, I wanted to run something by you," he sits on the edge of Sunghoon's navy blue bed, legs not having much strength to stand. He chooses to ignore the mystery white stain centimetres away on Sunghoon's duvet cover. 

"Shoot."

"Well, you know," he then mentions your name, shoving back down the spike in nerves at Sunghoon's small but undeniable grin. "You uhm, like her or something?"

"The fuck's with all the awkwardness?" Sunghoon laughs, nose scrunched before he lets out a sigh, fingers carding his hair back. "Yeah, she's cool."

Same words Riki said. He's screwed.

"How much do you like her?" Riki asks, fingers playing with the frayed fabric of his shorts, head buried all the way into imaginary sand. "Because I mean, there's no girl that doesn't want you. I just wanted to know so-"

"So you could get a hall pass?"

His question is accented with a disbelieving brow-raise, something like distaste amongst his moled features. Riki's hand smooths over his neck, unsettled by how nervous he is in the presence of a friend. 

"Something more long-term, actually," Riki supplies, finding it in himself to verbalise what he's kept locked away since that night. "I like her. I'd like to take her out if she'd let me."

There's a silence after his words, nothing but the house's usual sounds of Heeseung's yells and keyboard smashes, Jake's playlist playing through the living room speakers. It's a confession he's known since he'd first met you and yet, when said in front of Sunghoon, he isn't quite sure how the words will land.

"Shit Riki," Sunghoon curses, something akin to amusement in his features. He leans back in his office chair, matching grey hoodie and shorts hanging off his large frame. "Should've just said you were serious about the girl. Would've backed off ages ago." 

"You seemed close," Riki recalls, thinking back to when you physically helped him brush Sunghoon's teeth. The intimacy of the moment lingers in his mind longer than he's liked. 

"Well, yeah. I've been trying since first year," Sunghoon laughs, not even minutely embarassed at being rejected for almost four years. "But she's pretty set on being friends. Even more so lately,"

Recollection pinches his features together, hands smoothing over the five o'clock shadow he almost always has. "Lowkey she might be into you. She's brought you up into convos loads."

Riki can't quite believe his ears. "Sorry?"

"She has this Pinterest board - I even downloaded that for her - for guy fits she likes, but I think it's just what she'd dress her boyfriend in," Sunghoon says, shaking his head. "Anyways, it's like, your style to a tea. So, she wouldn't have to convince you. Plus, she said you're cute. She never compliments guys."

Riki frowns. "Surely that's not true."

"Bro! During my bulk, when I was at like, peak sexiness, she said I looked like I'd burst from all the roids I must be taking," Riki swipes a smile off his face, clearing his throat to disguise his laughter. "Mind you, I don't need enhancers to get big anywhere,"

Riki's eyes roll. "She's also said nice things about Jake, but never his appearance and he's a fucking stud."

"Maybe that's not what matters to her."

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, chair creaking as he turns back to his monitors. "Here you go, Romeo," he shakes his computer mouse, clicks bringing screens to life. "Maybe that's shit she's charmed for ─ couldn't be me. But yeah, go ahead. She's all yours."

A flutter kickstarts in Riki's chest, lips folding over each other to disguise what he's already shown.

"Only mine?'

"Don't push it," Sunghoon warns through a side eye, no real bite to his words. "Close the door behind you, I'm gonna have a tactical jerk before tonight's party." 

"Right, because you've got chyl─"

"Get out, Riki."

How Riki's found himself in this situation, he'll never know. Nevertheless, if there's a higher power orchestrating this, he'll spend his existence in good faith because there's simply no way this is happening.

The evening starts off with a crackle of nerves, enough for him to desert his dinner thanks to Jake's inability to make one serving. He apologises, saying he's had a big lunch but his leftovers will be tomorrow's lunch, whisking off to their shared downstairs bathroom to start getting ready. While he does put effort into his appearance, this goes above his norm, every item of clothing or jewellery picked out with precision, laid out and deliberated in time that seems to fly by. He takes his time with his hair, a bit overgrown but styling it like you had that night, dusting the blush on the apples of his cheeks as he peers at his reflection. Heck, he even gives himself a manicure, pushing back his cuticle and making sure his nails are trimmed with no sharp edges, nails shining in chrome like a good luck charm. When Heeseung abruptly comes into his room for some cologne, they're both startled. Riki sitting on his edge of his bed ,in a black bathrobe with a green face mask on, nail file in hand. 

Heeseung damn nearly topples over in laughter when Riki pushes him out, shutting the door to hear Heeseung yell out. "Holy fuck, this guy's pussy whipped!" 

Perhaps the comedic break does some good to his nerves, but they're very much well and alive once the house party starts, one last night before the Easter break. So, if Riki wants to spend the next four weeks reliving every interaction you've had because he was too scared to get your number, he'd have to put in work tonight.

Usually, he has little to no alcohol before he moves onto weed, but with shaky pupils scanning the living room, he's yet to see you and since his heart can't differentiate between being held hostage and looking for you, he yields to Sunghoon's request of a friendly beer pong game. Sunghoon hard carries their team against his two teammates, Jungwon and Taehyun, and because Riki can't think straight, he has almost four drinks before he's trudging outside, needing some air and a blunt. 

The usual suspects are outside - Jake, Haechan, Beomgyu, Heeseung and you. He'd missed you, your entrance made through the back alley because Jake said he had hot gossip that couldn't wait. Relief drops him into the chair opposite, a side-eye cast at Heeseung whose purposely positioned himself next to you with Jake on your other side, the dirty look all but gone when you acknowledge him in front of the entire group.

"Was wondering when you'd swing by," something unlabelled lines your lips, pulled in easiness accelerating Riki's heart rate the more he looks at you. The bore of your eyes. "Wanna hit the bong?"

He's too hopeless to speak, settling for a nod and looking back on it, he thinks it's then that seals his fate. How racket settles in his chest and mellowness makes his lids heavy, opening him up to normal interaction, careless jokes thrown around because despite how comfortable you make others around you, the romantic prospect of you has always held him back. Scared that he'll seem like a try-hard, that he's starved for attention, a turn-off, for a lack of better words. However, his perspective is warped at best, a shuffle of seats having you end next to him as their circle go in and out the house. You talk like you're the only ones outside, close and whispered, enough for the hairs on the back of his neck to stand when you lean in further, lips so close to his jugular he's afraid you'll hear the hammer of his heart. Know he's into you. 

"You've got a mole here too," you offer up some space before he's about to combust, your finger instead resting on the mole. It's under his chin, dangerously close to his quick pulse. "They're really pretty."

"I've got more down my back," he answers, because he's stupid. A fucking idiot actually. "Seven, I think."

You lean back in your chair, leg swinging over to hike your impossibly short skirt dangerously high, slyness pulling your features. "Isn't that a treat."

That's the nail in the coffin. One Riki doesn't hear beyond the desperate squeeze his burned lungs do, eyes quickly averting to Heeseung's prying ones, mouthing a shared, "What the fuck?" Somehow you miss it and slip back to conversation, like you didn't single-handedly dismantle Riki's brain. He performs the miracle of making his brain work despite the ingested weed's call for slow, making up some sentences up until Riki mentions his Chrome Hearts themed bong, your eyes sparkling in response. You ask to see it and even though he has many pictures of the thing, he wants to show you properly. Offers a quiet hand to you after he's stood to his feet, smiles mirrored between you two before navigates through the warm bodies swaying to music, beelining to his bedroom.

He notices you lock the door behind you. Shyness offered. "Don't tell me you haven't been locking your door during these parties."

"I'm usually good about it," Riki speaks slower, aided by the relaxation coursing through him. 

"Good. Because we've had forks stolen during one of ours," you roll your eyes, shrugging off your faux-fur toasted jacket. You hang it amongst the rack of Riki's coats, the piece fitting in so nicely with his. "Uni students steal anything."

"Tell me about it." He thinks back to the traffic cone Sunghoon had in his bedroom first year, then promptly forgets all about him. About everyone except you.

He shows you the bong, hoping his mind isn't hallucinating how close you are, pretty much doing a Show n' Tell because now with you in his room, everything seems serious. Like if he says the wrong thing, interepts something wrong and goes along with it, it'll ruin his chances forever.

"It's not much, but it's me."

"That's what I like about it," you express, perched on the edge of his bed alongside him. Thighs touching, face illuminated by the black candles matching with every colour choice in the room except deep splashes of maroon. "It's got all your memories, everything you've loved and are. It's…refreshing,"

Your hand falls over his, fingers threading between the gaps of his fingers, squeezing. "Thank you for showing it to me."

"Of course," his answer comes out in a whisper, muffled by the students coming in and out the house. "It's easy with you ─ comfortable." 

It's the first bone he throws, not intentionally but a peek into his vulnerability he can't get mad at himself for, not when you're smiling at him like you do. With his laptop in front of you two, where his desk is, he gets his Spotify up, putting on a blend playlist at your suggestion. You don't stop holding hands through the entire interaction, more command in his veins as his thumb grazes over your knuckles. Some more talking happens, but it's almost lost in the grand scheme of things when his heavy lids drop down to your lips, wondering how the cold metal of your snakebites would feel, the noises you'd make when he wouldn't rush kissing you like every loser looking just to get some. How he'd savour you like he's wanted to ever since he laid eyes on you. 

The opportunity comes like destiny, over the chorus of Joey Bada$$' 'Y U Don't Love Me?' forever remembered as the moment he kisses you. Colour explodes beyond his closed eyes, a moan releasing at the pillowy press of you, your free hand coming up to cup his face while his other rests around your nape, thumb stroking skin as he loses himself in you. The weed cycling through his system intensifies the moment tenfold, having to hold onto you to assure himself he's tethered to reality, groaning at the cold metal sliding past his lips as he captures your bottom lip in a teasing bite. You moan at that, the prettiest sound he's ever heard and when he's ready to get on his knees to worship you like he's always wanted to, you beat him to it. 

"I wanted to─" Riki starts.

The unbuckle of his belt is strikingly loud amidst the house party, ringing in his ears as your tongue swipes your bottom lip, teeth left in its wake as you insist. "Later. I want you in my mouth now." 

And who is he to argue? Especially when every second of this is plucked from the dark corners of his mind, watching with a laboured chest as you unbutton his jeans and free him from his precome-damp boxers, cock springing free. 

Wonder dazzles in your eyes, a satisfied hum resonating through your chest as your tongue immediately lolls out, swirling all around his flushed tip, ending off a dipped tongue in his precome-filled slit, groaning at the taste. "Fuck, you're huge. Taste good too."

Riki's shoulders drop in defeat, hand coming out to cup your face as he looks at you with agony. "You're gonna be the death of me."

"Don't go dying on me, Riki," you smirk, lowering your plump lips to his cock, hand folded over it, thumb grazing its engorged veins. "You haven't fucked me yet."

Between the weed-amplified sense and the dream that is you, Riki doesn't anticipate himself lasting long. Especially when you're working him like this, unconcerned with being messy as you cover his length in spit, smeared it into your hands to account for what can't fit into your mouth. You start off so sweet, teasing disguised as you cover his length in adoring kisses, from his balls your hands fiddle with, up his shaft to his tip, leaking by the time you get there. The chuckle you do vibrates into his hot skin, earning a hiss from him as you lap it up with devious enthusiasm, taking all you can in one go. 

"Fuckkkk," 

If his other hand wasn't supporting him to sit straight, it would've pulled at his bleached strands, thighs quivering at the warm sensation of your mouth feeding itself more and more of him. Your head bobs further each time you take more, sloppy as ever as the wet suction and slick drag eating away at the music from his laptop. Or the party right outside his door, so far from mind as his ears only catch on the sounds of the gags you do on him, overconfident but never relenting, the constant throat-close around him pulling a pained whimper from him. 

"God, your throat feels so good, baby," the words come so naturally to him, eyes closed in pleasure. "Taking me so well."

Around his length, you mumble, "I'll take more. I want more." 

He damn near comes right then and there, precome beading down your throat you attempt to fit more of him into. Riki throws his head back, fingers carding through your hair and pulling, not meaning to but spurred on by your moans of ecstasy, his cock throbbing in your mouth as you keen, "Harder please," 

So sweet to him, he could never say no to you. As your head bobs, your tongue swirls, a groan unearthed from the deepest of Riki's chest as he pulls harder at your strands, breaths coming out hard and fast as he tries holding himself back. But you're so good, moving your hand in tandem with your mouth, sucking him like he's the best thing you've put in your mouth and he undoes. 

"Shit, wait ─ I'm gonna come," he warns, eyebrows pulled together but it appears as no concern to you. Gaining confidence and momentum, you push yourself to nuzzle your nose against his pelvis, gagging hard enough to wet your lashes but everything's secondary to you. Getting Riki to come is everything, which comes as you whimper and cough around his length, nails scratching at his hips, over the mole you kissed on your way down his torso and he comes. "Gonna fill your─hmph!"

He pulls hard at your hair, only adding to his orgasm as you squeal around his length, wiggling your ass like you'll push into some pressure and it kills Riki, flooding your mouth in hot spurts of come, his body curling into itself as his cock softens in the mouth you keep him in. Once he's blinked enough for his sight to return, relieved but wanting more, his cock slips from your glossed lips, your face coming into view as tears streak down your warm cheeks, so pretty and perfect for him with come edged in the corner of your lips. 

"Don't swallow."

You're about to swipe the come into your mouth when he says that, curiosity in your expression, morphing into surprise as he pulls you closer into a kiss. The gasp muffles against his plump lips, some of his come already down your throat but enough shared between your mouths as his tongue darts into your mouth, kissing and tasting every inch of you, leaving you dizzer than ever. You're fawn legged, collapsing in a heap back onto the grey carpet after the kiss, looking up at Riki with saucer eyes, a look across his face familiar in the way he feels he looks at you like. He can do nothing but smirk as his thumb swipes away missed come from the corner of your lips, licked off his thumbpad. 

"We taste so good together, angel," he smirks, darkness flared in his eyes. "Just like I thought."

Riki thinks he's scared you off.

Perhaps the heat of the moment led him astray and this is its consequence, but he'd been so deprived of your lips on him, he took every chance to have you on him. Including when your mouth was full of come.

When Heeseung hears this the next morning, he sits there with his pink cat-ear headphones with a jaw dropped, appalled. "You're a fucking freak, dude. Or a narcissist. I can't tell the difference." 

Heeseung's words don't inspire much confidence, especially when Riki recalls how after the kiss, your phone buzzed, a frantic call coming from your housemate that ultimately ends up with you disappearing into the moonlight, a thousand apologies falling from your lips as you scurry out the door, shouldering people in the torpido wind you rush off with. Nothing more said, just a rushed goodbye...not even a goodbye kiss, if Riki allows himself to be more embarrasing about you.

Days later, he's settled on a kitchen stool, house vacant as the rest of the guys have left for the holiday break. Riki runs his hands through his hair, cursing himself for scaring you when he had you. Plentiful curse words cross his minds, cut off by the ping of his phone lighting up on the kitchen marble counter.

Unknown number: hey, i got your number for jake. sorry for the unexpected text (╥﹏╥)

Unknown number: my housemate's boyfriend broke up with her and i think we've eaten enough ice cream and egged his house enough for her to get home okay. i don't like how i left things, but i at least wanted offer an explanation for me dipping so suddenly.

Unknown number: if you're still around, you're welcome to come round mine or i can come to yours. i'd just like to talk things out if you're willing to. i'm really sorry <3

Being mad at you hadn't even crossed his mind, but it very clearly crossed yours. And when the realisation hits, he grabs the few things he needs and bolts out the door, on his way to you. 

You're waiting outside your doorstep for him when he drifts round the corner, air cycling out his lungs as he runs the rest of the way, watching you blink back surprise, only for it to muffle against his lips as he crashes lands on you, face screwed in all the worry and longing he has for you. Always had for you, body pressed to yours as you melt into his embrace, hands gripping the collar of his jean jacket for dear life as you lose yourself too.

Not much talking is done, just a lot of 'miss you's and 'you're it for me,' coming from Riki. He's so wrecked when he can have you like this, splayed across the wine and charcoal of your bedspread, shorts and underwear tossed aside, folds glistening with all the arousal swimming in your eyes as you cry, "Riki, please." 

"Let me, princess. Let me," he whispers breathlessly, so close to your cunt, the warmth of his breath making you shudder. "You're so fucking pretty, baby. Been dreaming of this forever." 

Speaking like a man tortured, he gives into his dreams, falling into the inevitable as he presses a kiss to your clit before licking a stripe straight from your entrance back to your clit, swallowing slick after the swirls of his tongue. You keen high in your throat, hands flying to his hair for stability, nails grazing his scalp as his life's purpose deviates to eating you out, eyes falling shut as he gets off on the withers of your body, your breath quivering each time you whine his name. He catalogues it all ─ somewhere where his brain isn't present, laser-focused on the slow open mouth kisses he gives your clit, tongue swiping to the chorus of your moans. 

"Rikiiii," you whine, his eyes finding yours squinted as pleasure blooms across your face. "Your fingers ─ hmph! Need them,"

"Anything you want, pretty thing," he mumbles against you, lips glistening in your slick as two fingers trace your entrance, obsessed with its repeated clench to catch them. He noses along your cunt, swirling his tongue with the right pressure to chase after your incoming orgasm. "Just ask me, I'm all yours."

The impatient whines dye his ears red, eased by helpless whines as his arm extends to your chest, pushing up the flimsy material of your tank top to play with your pebbled nipples, thighs closing around his head. He doesn't care, the close proximity only gets him harder as his fingers push into your crying walls, closing in on him with everything you have. 

Your fingers pull harder on his hair, a groan stifled against your clit as his fingers curls in you, a croak in your throat echoed as the sensation ripples through your body. 

"You're so pretty when you don't know what to do with yourself," he chuckles, a harder curl of his fingers bringing a stretched keen through gritted teeth. "Feel good, baby?"

"I-I can't think," you admit, cheeks flushed and expression dazed, eyes trying to find his. "Just want you, Riki. Want all of you."

"You have me, princess. Let me eat you out first," he speaks in a husk, only aiding the tension-filled coil pulling in your stomach. "You taste so good, baby. I'd spend all day here if I could."

And to an extent, he does. He's so attuned to what you like, how much pressure, how much suction that it's not long before desperate gasps for air swallow the room whole, eating at the wet mess sounds Riki makes between your thighs. Again, it's all secondary to the hurtle your body does, a cross between cries, begs and screams running out your lips as you chant his name, coming and coming. The burst of ecstasy is unlike anything you've ever felt before, body mirroring the free float you do in between someplace between time and space, body raking through with shakes only feeding Riki's ego. Through it all, he maintains incessancy in his fingers as they pump into you, tongue migrating down around his fingers to taste every drop of your come. It's the kind of fixation you couldn't concoct in your wildest dreams, everything a mere mirage as your body just gives whatever Riki takes, sucking your clit and fingering you until you're shivering from overstimulation, bedsheets wet beneath you as you choke for air. 

Riki is nice enough to allow the nanoseconds between the removal of his lips on your cunt to the press of your joined lips to let you breathe, whining against you as his tongue darts into your mouth, your head tipped back as your syrupy head lives off the taste of you two mixed, getting every bit of obsession of you two together. 

"Don't we taste so good together?" he'd asked and even then, you agreed. More so now that in the bloom of softness and intimacy between you two, fingers curled in his strands as he rids himself of his pesky clothes, not having the heart to separate your lips as you help tug off his trousers and boxers. 

When nothing separates you, you do like you did back then in his room, fingers tracing the tattoo on his ribcage with a hungry fever, a kiss pressed into the kiss mark just near his hip before your teeth sink into the mole on the other hip. You're feral, one-track minded as Riki consumes all your thoughts, switching positions until your back is pushed back down into your mattress and your legs spread. Your head lifts to view him hold his hard cock in hand, tip weeping as his body folds in desperation, tip smearing your folds with precome. 

"Tell me you want it," Riki gruffs out, eyebrows knitted with pillowedlips. "Beg me to fuck you."

"Riki, please fuck me," impatience and frustration extend every letter of your plea, similar tears lining your eyes as your hand lowers to spread your folds, enticing him by the bite of his lips. "Your cock would feel so good in me. Am I not yours?"

"Fuck, you are."

"Then make me yours."

It's all he needs to hear, having had enough of his own games before he pushes in, both your mouths falling open at the stretch, your walls gripping him with all the hunger you have and more. The molten burn curls your toes and grits your teeth, feeling Riki everywhere, attached to all your senses as your breath stunts at the fill of him. And he has more to offer, feeding inch after inch until he's buried to the hilt, rewriting any concept you know of pleasure to him. 

He stalls in you, chest rising and falling as all his eyes consume do is you, your body beneath him, cunt stuffed with his twitching length, skin sweat-lined with a body half the size of him, quivering. Your pupils are blown, your eye colour serving as a mere ring around them, so gone for him he doesn't know how he maintains his composure. Just strokes hair out your face with the back of his fingers before he starts thrusting.

He doesn't start off slow, fast-forwarding to the moment he's pondered when alone and nothing his brain conjured before compares to this. Not in the slightest - the warmth of your skin, the squeeze of your cunt, the cries you do as your stomach pulls in overload, nails scraping at the duvet cover with forgotten restraint. Everything about this, he will never get over, refuses to and with the look you give him, he thinks you feel it too. 

He notches himself harder into you, groaning at the high keen you do as your eyes roll back, blinking tears away as you cry. "Kisses, Riki."

"You're so fucked out, princess," he purrs, a carnal feeling harbouring in his chest as he lowers himself down to you, safety-pin pendant on his chain feeding into your mouth, sucked on. "Your mouth's lonely, huh baby? Need to keep it stuffed, don't I?"

You nod around the pendant, all teary and doll eyed for him, soft gasp escaping as you let it go, finger curling around it to pull him closer. "Kiss me." 

"Manners."

"Pleaseeeee!" it comes out so rushed, so pathetic you can't quite believe the voice belongs to you, so high you only seek what you want. And that is him alone. "Pretty please, need you. Need your lips, need you so bad, 'Ki."

"Open your mouth." 

His command comes out with the kind of authority you're only compliant to, lips parted as spit lands on your tongue, at the back of your throat. Your mouth closes to taste him, whimpering at the mix of you two together. "Again, again. Please,"

"You're so greedy, baby," he replies, voice frayed by the grip of your cunt, smacking bodies bouncing off your cluttered walls. "It's okay, I want you too. Always wanted you."

He gives in, jaw unhinged under a dominating hand that keeps your mouth open for his spit, the force of its landing closing your eyes and contracting your body, a squeal muffled to your closed lips before his lips find them, kissing you like a man possessed. Kissing and tasting everywhere, making sure to fuck you through it all, nails scraping down his shoulder blades and back as he hits your sweet spot again and again. 

You could cry. You do, stray tears escaping the squeeze of your eyes, their trail licked by Riki as he separates from you, sharing breaths with his forehead against yours before he leaves altogether, firm hand pressing into the bulge peeking through your stomach as he thrusts in, watching the outline of him in you. 

"Rikiiii," you moan, so lost. "So good. You fuck me so─ngh, so good."

"I do, don't I, princess?" he muses, composure fraying further as he relishes in the faint-feel of his tip under his palm. "You're close, can feel you clenching for me,"

"You gonna be my good girl and come for me?"

The coil in your stomach is impossibly tight, you don't know much more you can take, frantic breaths choked back on sobs as you swipe tears out your eyes, looking at him despite the fact. "Yes! I'll be your good girl. I'm gonna come─!"

"Who's making you come, baby?" he asks, his husky voice all around you, your legs pushed to your chest as he leans his bodyweight into you. You can only sob. "Tell me."

"You, Riki. You!" you wail, stumped by your intercepted breath as he pushes further into you, face so close that your lips brush while you whine. "You're gonna make me come."

The coil snaps, everything coming afterwards. The cry of your lungs, the suspension of your breath and the dismantling of your body, so malleable to Riki's whims you accept him whole, hold his face as he ruts into you the last few times, whispering words that make you clench around him. 

"Taking all my come like the greedy girl you are, princess," he whimpers, eyebrows screwed tight. "Gonna keep you nice and stuffed. That'll keep you happy, won't it?"

It will, a chorus of agreements and kisses peppering his face as he shatters in your hold, burying himself deepest in you before he convulses, swallowing the room in his drawn out moans and curses. He doesn't want this to end, sees no end in you as he gives a last few half-hearted glides of his cock before he cringes from overstimulation, body collapsing onto you, going soft but keeping you plugged. Just like you wanted.

"You're everything I want," he confesses, pink in his cheeks and tip of his nose as he caresses hair out your hair, easing off you. "Please tell me you're mine. Let me take you out ─ please?"

He's so soft like this, sinking into every tender sentiment he holds in his heart for you. Merriment flutters in your chest, producing the giggle you do as you cast hair behind his ear, loving the overgrown look of his bleached hair. "Took you long enough." 

He smiles, the boxy kind that makes your heart soar before he giggles, kissing you with everything between the two of you, together as one. 

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your jaw dropped and he just laughed again, pulling you in, telling you how cute you are when you panic.

then lately, he wasn't even wearing shirts to bed anymore.

some nights he was too lazy he just wear boxers that in the mornings you feel him pressed against your ass or thighs, hard and twitching through thin fabric.

you don't say anything but… it stuck in your head, your heart always race and your body becoming more curious.

what does it really looks like when he's turned on?

how big is it, really?

will he feel good just from being touched?

and ni-ki's all over you again, his bare chest against your back, face in your neck, breathing soft and sleepy. his hand were already resting on your waist under your shirt... you'd gotten so used to the way his crotch pressed against you at night—but tonight, you feel him getting harder again.

you turned slightly to face him, "you're hard again…"

your boyfriend let out a sleepy chuckle. "well, sorry. i love being this close to my girlfriend so much that it turns me on…"

you pouted into the pillow. "so you're just gonna sleep it away?"

he laughed softly and groaned into your neck. "babe, why are you so concerned about my dick?"

"i'm not! i mean—" you turned to look at him, flustered. "i'm concerned about you."

ni-ki opened one eye, "well, i'm not gonna die because of it, you know?"

you sighed heavily and kept thinking about it. he's right there. too close… and part of you just really wants to— "…can i touch it?"

his eyes opened and his sleepy expression vanished in an instant, "what?"

you met his gaze, more nervous now. "uhh, can i… touch it?"

"o– of course…"

you reached down carefully, hand sliding beneath the waistband of his boxers, you felt ni-ki's whole body shuddered.

he let out a low, breathy moan and leaned in to start kissing you slow and needy. your touch had completely jolted him wide awake. "oh, fuck… baby…"

your fingers wrapped around him, eyes widening slightly. "it's big."

ni-ki smirked against your lips, his voice got deeper now. "hmm, really? it's not even that hard yet."

you didn't have time to reply, he took your hand, and before you could process it, he actually spit into your palm.

"riki—?!"

"shh, trust me." he laced his fingers with yours and wrapped your slicked-up hand around his length, groaning as he helped you stroke him.

his cock hardened so quickly it startled you. it got even bigger, practically pulsing in your grip that your one hand wasn't enough anymore.

you looked down. "it's… not fitting."

ni-ki laughed breathlessly. "it's okay, you're doing so good. ahm, fuck, that feels good."

"do you want to suck it too?"

your lips parted. "i– i don't know how…"

he bit his lip before he kissed your jaw, his breath felt hot on your skin, practically warming you too. "i'll teach you."

he shifted both of you on the bed, ni-ki leaned back against the headboard as you positioned yourself between his legs. his boxers were halfway down already, his cock flushed and glistened in the low light...

ni-ki trailed his thumb across your cheek down to your lips.

"you sure, baby?"

you hesitated, heart pounding as your eyes flicked between his face and what was between his thighs.

"you don't have to," he added softly, other hand brushing your hair back. "we can stop here—seriously."

"no, i really want to." you replied, making ni-ki smile proudly.

you stared at his cock slightly twitching in the air, its tip flushed red, already glistening with his pre-cum. you'd felt it under his boxers before but seeing it like this, in front of you...

it made your mouth dry.

you swallowed, moving your fingers before your brain could catch up. your wrapped one hand around the base then adding your second hand just above it.

not enough.

there was too much of him to hold. his cock is too thick, long, and the pre-cum spills from the tip was making your palms even more slippery.

you gave him a slow stroke, then another. your hands moved tentatively, sliding up and down in clumsy rhythm. the wet slick sounds between your palms made your face heat up and your pussy clench. so erotic.

n-ki groaned low, his hips twitching slightly just from your touches. "oh, baby…"

you looked up at him, face burning even more. "i really don't know what i'm doing."

he reached for you instantly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers. his touch was tender, ni-ki murmured. "you don't have to be good... just want you, you're already making me crazy here."

you stroked him again, faster this time, watching the way his face twisted in your grip. his tip leaked steadily, slick smearing across your knuckles.

"you can keep using both of your hands," ni-ki whispered shakily. "but… i think i'm gonna lose it the second you put your mouth on me."

"i wanna try."

your lips parted slowly as you leaned forward, tongue flicking out, licking to taste him first.

"shit—" he hissed, jaw clenched, head tipping back against the headboard. "y/n..."

you took him in a little deeper but your throat tightened immediately—you gagged, pulling back with a choked breath.

"it's okay. just go slow," he chuckled, panting as his hand gently rested at the back of your head. "don't push yourself too deep." though the deeper you went, the better it felt for ni-ki.

you nodded, trying again. your lips stretched wider, jaw already aching. spit gathered at the corners of your mouth as you bobbed your head fast. you wrapped one hand around what couldn't fit. he was burning hot in your mouth, heavy against your tongue, twitching with every movement.

god, i'm probably so bad at this…

his fingers curled in your hair now. voice breaking as he whispered through his gritted teeth.

"you're doing so good," he groaned. "your mouth feels so good..."

you tried to breathe through your nose. your eyes stung with tears.

his cock throbbed against your throat. salty, warm, very new to taste but his moans were so fucking addictive too that you just couldn't stop even if you wanted too.

you adjusted your angle, trying to breathe—but your throat flexed without meaning to, swallowing around him.

ni-ki's eyes widened, choking on a moan.

"f–fuck—baby, that—what you just did—"

you blinked up at him confused, still messy and teary, holding him steady in your mouth.

you did it again. let your throat flex around him, tighten your lips, letting him feel just how snug you were inside.

his thighs tensed instantly, hand clenching on your hair tightly, "…shit, i'm close."

you swallowed again, a whimper caught in your throat as your lips slid down further, his cock twitched violently in response, suddenly getting even bigger. he gasped, "wait—baby, almost there—don't stop."

you started to pull back, overwhelmed—but his hand stayed at the back of your head desperately.

"don't pull away—please," he gasped. "let me—let me finish in your mouth—i can't hold it— y/n"

you nodded and started sucking harder, bobbing your head faster.

ni-ki came with a loud, broken moan, hips jerking uncontrollably as thick spurts of cum spilled into your mouth. you gagged again from the volume, the heat, the unfamiliar taste—it's so much—but you swallowed all of it, trying to keep up.

you were shaking too now. your jaw hurts, your hands were messy and slippery, and your eyes were wet and full with tears—but you didn't stop until he was done and empty.

ni-ki couldn't stop groaning, whispering your name as he brushed your hair out of your face with the most wrecked look you'd ever seen.

it's second period. your teacher kept talking about something — but you're not hearing none of it.

your mouth had been on him less than twelve hours ago and all ni-ki can think about is the way you'd looked at him then — all soft, nervous, and curious, like he was something you wanted to figure out.

you're sitting a few rows ahead of him. head is bowed low, playing with pen in hand, pretending to take notes,

he knows you're not listening either.

your shoulders are a little tense, lips kept parting every time your mind wander. he saw you smiling to yourself — shy, spaced-out, those little smiles makes his stomach tighten.

you must be thinking about it too.

you have to be.

ni-ki adjusts in his seat, subtly shifting his legs under the desk, feeling his pants feel tighter than they should. and it's not like he's that hard-hard... almost. it's hard enough to feel it. enough to make him want to sneak away, press his forehead to a locker, and groan while palming himself.

he's been like this for a week. every class. every time he looks at you.

you've been giving him blowjobs for a week now and the flashbacks hits like static electricity.

the sound of you choking just a little, the sight of your eyes, glassy and wet, you're hurting but still looking up at him.

the heat of your mouth, the press of your throat, the way your hands trembles slightly as you touch him.

you made him fall apart.

and now he can't stop thinking about you, how would you fall apart for him too.

ni-ki's fingers tighten around his pen. his jaw flexes slightly.

he shouldn't think about it here. oh he shouldn't picture the way you'd sound if he had his mouth between your thighs, kissing, making out with your pussy, licking, sucking on your clit until you couldn't even speak—

"riki," the teacher calls.

he jolts slightly.

"y– yes?"

"do you know what group you're assigned to?"

his mind went absolutely blank.

"…uh, no."

the whole class shook their heads. ni-ki swallowed, tries to find a safe answer but fails.

"listen carefully next time," the teacher warned. "you're on group two."

you glanced over your shoulder and met his eyes. your face goes red immediately.

you're both so, so bad at hiding it.

later, during break, you catch each other by the lockers. ni-ki leans close, arms crossed as he towers over you, trying to be casual — and failing completely.

"baby... you were zoning out the whole time," you murmured. "what's got you so distracted, huh?"

his eyes flick down to your lips just for a second.

"you," he said, honest as ever.

you blushed and smacked his arm. "shut up."

"…i keep thinking about last night," ni-ki whispered, making your heart dangerously stutters.

"yeah?" you breathed.

he nodded slowly, eyes dropping back to your mouth, your neck, your body. he swallowed thickly, quiet but you can now practically hear the words he's holding back.

"i wanna make you feel good too."

"w-what…?"

"i just… i think about it. a lot." he pouted, eyes soft but looked stormy at the same time. "i can't be the only one who cums every night."

"not here, riki—!"

he grinned and bit his lip to stop himself. he held your wrist gently, seeking more connection, more of you.

the bell finally rang.

you step back reluctantly, adjusting your skirt and trying to breathe like you weren't just fantasizing about your boyfriend in a school hallway.

ni-ki stays leaning against the lockers, watching you walk away, hand slipping into his pocket. he pulls out your phone that you'd left at your desk this morning.

[cycle tracker] you're ovulating today!

"oh?"

a/n: random fic. just want to get some drafts out. this was supposed to be for a bad boy!ni-ki but it was too long so i had to shorten and throw away the plot TT i have so much in my drafts, i just might delete all of it. part two soon :p

The lazy afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Niki’s living room, casting a warm golden glow over everything. It was already 4 PM, and the house was quiet except for the soft humming of the air conditioner and the occasional giggle from the little boy in your lap.

Minjun, Niki’s three-year-old nephew, had claimed you as his personal territory for the past hour. He sat comfortably on your thighs, his tiny arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face buried in your chest as if letting go would mean losing you forever.

“Noona… stay,” he mumbled softly, his little fingers clutching your shirt.

You smiled, gently stroking his soft hair. “I’m not going anywhere, Minjunnie.”

But of course, peace never lasted long when Niki was around.

Niki leaned over the back of the couch with a mischievous grin, his sharp eyes sparkling with playful evil. “Yah, Minjun-ah,” he cooed in a sugary voice, reaching out to playfully ruffle the toddler’s hair. “Don’t you think it’s time to share Noona? She’s my guest, you know.”

Minjun’s head snapped up immediately. His chubby cheeks puffed out in anger as he swatted Niki’s hand away with surprising force.

“No!” he shouted, voice cracking with childish fury. “Noona is mine! Go away, Samchon!”

Niki laughed, clearly enjoying the reaction way too much. He reached again, this time pretending to try and lift Minjun off your lap. “But Samchon wants to hug Noona too~ She’s warm and soft, right?”

Minjun’s eyes started glistening with tears. His bottom lip trembled as he clung to you even tighter, burying his face deeper into your chest.

“Nooo! She’s my Noona!” he cried, voice wobbling. “You’re mean, Samchon! I hate you!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, wrapping your arms protectively around the little boy. “Niki, stop bullying him. Can’t you see he’s about to cry?”

Niki smirked, completely unbothered. He rested his chin on the couch cushion, eyes locked on you with that signature teasing glint.

“But look at his face! It’s so fun. Minjun-ah, if you cry, Noona will feel bad and leave you. Then she’ll only play with me.”

That was the final straw.

Minjun lifted his head, cheeks red and eyes watery, but filled with determination. He pointed a tiny finger straight at Niki’s face.

“If you take my Noona… I will… I will hit you! And I won’t share my toys with you ever again!” he declared bravely, even though his voice shook.

Niki burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “Aigoo, so scary! Our Minjunnie is a warrior now.”

You shook your head, amused but also a little sympathetic toward the poor toddler. You kissed the top of Minjun’s head gently.

“Don’t worry, baby. Noona is staying right here with you.”

Minjun sniffled, shooting one last angry glare at his uncle before relaxing in your arms again.

“…Samchon is stupid,” he whispered loudly enough for Niki to hear.

Niki gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Yah! That’s it. I’m stealing Noona tonight.”

Minjun immediately screamed, “NOOO!!” and hugged you like his life depended on it.

You laughed softly, caught in the middle of their adorable little war, secretly enjoying every second of it.

A few hours passed, and the quiet afternoon turned into a lively family gathering. Niki’s parents arrived first, their arms full of food and gifts. Soon after, his older sister showed up with her own little daughter clinging tightly to her mother’s legs, shyly hiding behind her. A couple of Niki’s siblings also came, filling the house with laughter, loud conversations, and the smell of home-cooked dinner.

Minjun refused to leave your side the entire evening, proudly introducing you as “my Noona” to everyone. Niki kept stealing teasing glances at you across the room, his eyes promising trouble later.

By nighttime, the house had finally settled. Everyone was tucked into their rooms, the lights were off, and the only sound was the occasional creak of the old wooden floors.

You were finally alone with Niki in his room, lying on his bed in the darkness. The silly conversations from earlier had faded into soft whispers and lingering touches.

“You were so cute today, getting all jealous over a toddler,” Niki teased quietly, his breath warm against your ear as he pulled you closer.

“Shut up,” you whispered back with a soft laugh. “He’s adorable. Unlike you.”

Niki smirked, his hand sliding under your shirt. “Yeah? Let me show you how not-adorable I can be…”

Before you could reply, he captured your lips in a deep kiss. Things escalated quickly. He tugged your shorts down along with your panties in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. You gasped as he moved lower, settling between your thighs.

“Niki… wait—there are so many people in the house,” you whispered urgently, your voice shaky.

He looked up at you with that dangerous playful glint. “Then you better stay quiet, baby.”

His mouth found you instantly — hot, wet, and relentless. He licked and sucked with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every reaction. Your back arched slightly as a whimper escaped your lips. You bit down hard on your knuckle, trying desperately to stay silent.

“Mmm… fuck, you taste so good,” Niki murmurs against you, his voice low and husky. He didn’t stop, his tongue moving faster, sucking harder on that sensitive spot.

You couldn’t hold back completely. Another soft, needy whimper slipped out, a little louder this time. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

“Niki… ah—slow down…” you breathed, barely audible.

He only hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks through your body. Your thighs trembled around his head as the pleasure built.

Then — without warning — the bedroom door creaked open.

Your heart stopped.

Niki pulled back instantly, just in time, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Thank god the room was pitch dark. He quickly pulled the blanket over both of you.

A small figure stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. It was Minjun in his little dinosaur pajamas, clutching a stuffed toy.

“I heard someone crying…” the toddler said in a tiny, worried voice. “Noona… are you okay? Were you scared?”

You froze, heart pounding wildly. You quickly covered your mouth with both hands, trying to steady your breathing. Your body was still tingling from Niki’s touch.

Niki cleared his throat softly, keeping his voice calm. “Minjun-ah, it’s late. Go back to sleep. Noona is fine.”

Minjun stepped a little closer, squinting into the darkness. “But I heard noises… Was Noona having a bad dream?”

You stayed completely quiet, still covering your mouth, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Niki had to suppress a laugh.

“No bad dreams, buddy,” Niki whispered. “Noona is just… really tired. I’ll take care of her. Go back to bed, okay? Samchon will read you a story tomorrow.”

Minjun hesitated for a second, then nodded slowly. “Okay… Goodnight, Noona. Don’t cry anymore.”

He finally turned and padded away, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

The second the door shut, Niki buried his face in your neck, shaking with silent laughter. your heart was still racing, half from the almost getting caught and half from the lingering heat between your legs.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. “That was too close.”

You lightly smacked his shoulder, still breathless. “This is your fault! You forgot to lock the door, you idiot…”

Niki’s low chuckle vibrated against your neck as he hovered over you again, clearly amused by the whole situation.

“Little cockblocker,” he muttered playfully, lips brushing your skin.

You pushed at his chest lightly, still flushed and breathless. “Lock the door first…” you whispered urgently, your voice barely above a breath. “I swear, Niki, if he comes back again I’m going to die of embarrassment.”

Niki grinned in the darkness, that signature mischievous smirk you could practically feel even without seeing it. “Yes, ma’am.”

He quickly rolled off the bed and padded over to the door. You heard the soft click of the lock turning, followed by the faint sound of him sliding the small chain lock into place for extra safety.

“Happy now?” he teased as he crawled back onto the bed, hovering over you once more. The mattress dipped under his weight. “No more surprise visits from my jealous nephew.”

You nodded, pulling him down by his shirt. “Good. Now finish what you started before someone else decides to wander in.”

Niki’s eyes darkened with desire. “Bossy tonight, aren’t we?” He kissed you deeply, tasting slightly of you, before sliding back down your body. “Don’t worry… I’ll make sure you stay quiet this time.”

He yanked the blanket over his head and settled between your thighs again. His tongue returned with even more hunger — slow, wet strokes followed by firm suction that made your toes curl. You bit your lip hard, but a soft, needy whimper still escaped.

“Shhh,” he hummed against you, the vibration making you tremble. “There are so many people in this house, baby. You don’t want Minjun coming back thinking his Noona is crying again, do you?”

You covered your mouth with your hand, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rolled through you. “Niki… ah— you’re evil…”

He chuckled quietly, licking you even more deliberately, savoring every reaction. “But you love it.”

Your free hand tangled in his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The risk of getting caught again only made everything feel more intense. Every lick, every suck, every quiet little sound he made against your soaked core pushed you closer to the edge.

“Fuck… just like that,” you whispered breathlessly, barely keeping your voice under control.

Niki gripped your thighs, holding you open for him as he devoured you like he’d been starving for it all day.

The pleasure hit you like a wave, crashing hard and sudden. Your thighs clamped around Niki’s head as you came intensely, back arching off the bed. A broken, desperate whimper slipped past your fingers despite your best efforts to stay quiet.

“Niki…!” you gasped, voice hoarse and trembling.

Your whole body shook with the aftershocks, breath coming in short, ragged bursts. You didn’t even give yourself time to recover. The second the strongest wave passed, you sat up slowly, eyes dark with need.

Niki barely had time to lift his head before you pushed him onto his back. Your hands moved quickly, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down in one eager motion, freeing his hard length. It sprang up, heavy and aching.

“Baby—” Niki started, surprised, but his words cut off into a low groan as you leaned down and took him into your mouth without hesitation.

You sucked him deeply, warm and wet, swirling your tongue around the tip before sliding further down. Niki’s hand flew to your hair, fingers threading through it tightly.

“Fuck… just like that,” he whispered, voice strained as he tried to keep quiet. “You’re so greedy tonight.”

You hummed around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of your mouth working him, mixed with his quiet, ragged breathing. You took him as deep as you could, then pulled back to focus on the sensitive head, licking and sucking with messy enthusiasm.

Niki’s head fell back against the pillow, biting his lip hard. “Shit… slow down a little or I’m gonna lose it too fast,” he breathed, but his hand in your hair gently guided you, contradicting his words. “Everyone’s sleeping right down the hall… and you’re sucking me like you don’t care if we get caught.”

You pulled off just enough to whisper against his slick length, voice husky, “You started it… now shut up and enjoy it.”

Then you dove back down, hollowing your cheeks and taking him deeper. Niki’s free hand gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white as he fought to stay silent. A low, guttural groan escaped him anyway.

“You’re so fucking good at this… my perfect girl,” he praised breathlessly, eyes half-lidded in the dark. “Keep going just like that—ahh, yes…”

Your head bobbed steadily, one hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach. The risk of the locked door and the full house only made you more eager, sucking him harder, faster, determined to make him feel as good as he made you.

Niki’s breathing grew heavier, his hips starting to buck up slightly into your mouth. “Baby… if you keep doing that I’m not gonna last…”

You pulled back slightly, your lips glistening as you looked up at him in the dark. Your tongue darted out, licking slowly around the swollen tip of his cock, teasing the sensitive slit. Niki’s breath hitched sharply, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“Fuck… you’re really trying to kill me tonight,” he whispered, voice rough and low.

You gave him a small, naughty smile before wrapping your lips around the head again, sucking gently at first, then taking him deeper. Your hand stroked the base awhile your tongue swirled around him.

Niki’s hips jerked slightly. “Baby… shit, that feels so good.”

You kept your pace steady and wet, hollowing your cheeks every time you slid down. After a few moments, you pulled off just enough to whisper hotly against his throbbing length.

“Cum for me, baby…”

The words sent a visible shiver through him. Niki let out a quiet, broken groan, biting down hard on his lip to stay silent.

“You’re so dirty saying that” he breathed, eyes dark with lust. “You want me to cum in your pretty mouth?”

You answered by sucking him harder, faster, taking him as deep as you could while your hand pumped the rest of his shaft. Your tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his cock with every stroke.

Niki’s breathing became ragged. His abs tensed under your other hand as he fought to keep control.

“Fuck— I’m close… don’t stop,” he whispered desperately. “Just like that, baby. Gonna cum so hard for you…”

You moaned softly around him, the vibration pushing him over the edge. His grip on your hair tightened as his hips stuttered.

“Shit— I’m cumming—”

He came with a low, choked groan, spilling into your mouth in thick pulses. You kept sucking gently through it, swallowing every drop while he trembled beneath you. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

You finally pulled off with a soft pop, licking your lips before crawling up his body. Niki immediately pulled you into a deep, messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against your lips, still breathing hard. “That was so fucking hot.”

You smiled, cuddling against his chest. “We should probably sleep before Minjun decides to come back for round two.”

Niki chuckled quietly, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Door’s locked. You’re all mine tonight.”

You stayed curled against Niki’s chest, both of you still breathing heavily in the dark room. The taste of him was still on your tongue, and the heat between your legs hadn’t faded at all. If anything, it had only grown stronger.

After a moment, you shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone before whispering against his skin.

“M… what if we do it… just quick?”

Niki froze for half a second, then let out a low, surprised chuckle. His hand slid down your back and gripped your ass possessively.

“You’re really testing me tonight, huh?” he murmurs, voice husky. “My whole family is sleeping right down the hall and you want me to fuck you?”

You nodded shyly, hiding your face in his neck. “Just quick… I need you.”

That was all it took.

Niki flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion, settling between your legs. “Fuck, you’re so needy,” he whispered hotly, already lining himself up against your soaked entrance. “Alright, baby. Quick and quiet. Can you handle that?”

You bit your lip and nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He pushed in slowly at first, stretching you open with a deep groan that he quickly muffled against your shoulder. “So fucking wet… all for me.”

Once he bottomed out, he didn’t waste time. His hips started moving in fast, shallow thrusts — hard enough to make the bed creak softly but quiet enough not to wake anyone. You clung to his shoulders, biting down on your own arm to stay silent as pleasure shot through you with every stroke.

“Niki… ah— fuck…” you whimpered quietly, trying so hard to hold back your voice.

“Shhh, baby,” he breathed against your ear, pounding into you quicker. “You wanted it fast, remember? Take it like a good girl.”

His pace was relentless but controlled. Skin slapped quietly against skin under the blanket as he fucked you deep and fast. One of his hands reached between you to rub your clit, making your eyes roll back.

“You feel so good,” he groaned softly. “So tight… squeezing me so perfectly.”

Your nails dug into his back as the pressure built fast. The risk, the quickness, and how badly you both needed it made everything more intense.

“I’m close again—” you gasped, voice barely audible.

“Me too,” Niki panted, thrusting harder. “Cum with me, baby. Cum on my cock.”

A few more deep strokes and you both fell apart. You came hard, burying your face in his neck to muffle your moan. Niki followed right after, burying himself deep inside you with a quiet, shaky groan as he filled you up.

For a moment, you both just breathed heavily, tangled together and sweaty.

Niki kissed your forehead, still inside you. “That was supposed to be quick… but you feel too good,” he whispered with a lazy smile. “Next time I’m taking my time with you.”

After catching your breath for a few minutes, Niki kissed your shoulder and whispered, “We made a mess… let’s clean up before we actually get caught.”

You both quietly slipped out of bed. The house was dead silent as you tiptoed across the room. The second you stepped into the small attached bathroom and closed the door, Niki locked it — but the tension in the air was thicker now. The bathroom felt even more dangerous. Thin walls. Everyone sleeping just down the hallway. One loud sound and the whole house might wake up.

Niki didn’t give you time to think. He spun you around, pressing your front against the cold bathroom sink. You gasped softly as he yanked your oversized shirt up to your waist.

“Hold onto the sink,” he breathed against your ear.

You gripped the edge tightly. Niki lifted your right leg, hooking it over his arm and holding it up high, spreading you open. The position was filthy and risky — you were completely exposed, balanced on one foot while he stood behind you.

He rubbed his hard cock against your slick folds once, then pushed in deep with one smooth thrust. Both of you let out quiet, shaky breaths.

“Fuck… still so wet,” he groaned under his breath, starting to move.

He fucked you from behind in deep, steady strokes, his hips snapping against your ass. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed softly in the small bathroom. You bit your lip hard, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but it felt so intense in this position.

“Niki… slow down—” you whispered breathlessly, but your body betrayed you, pushing back against him.

“Can’t,” he panted, gripping your raised thigh tighter, pounding into you harder. “You feel too fucking good like this.”

Your leg trembled in his hold as he drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. The mirror in front of you was starting to fog up. You could barely keep your moans in.

Suddenly, you turned your head, desperate for him. “Kiss me…”

Niki leaned forward without missing a beat, capturing your lips in a messy, hungry kiss. His tongue slid against yours as he kept fucking you, the angle making him go even deeper. The kiss muffled both of your sounds — wet, desperate, and needy.

You whimpered into his mouth as he thrust faster, his free hand reaching around to rub your clit.

“Quiet, baby,” he whispered against your lips, voice strained. “Unless you want Minjun to come knocking again… or my mom.”

The risky words only turned you on more. You kissed him harder, moaning softly into his mouth as pleasure built rapidly.

Niki’s grip on your leg tightened, his thrusts becoming sharper and deeper. “I’m close again… cum with me.”

A few more hard strokes and you shattered, biting down on his bottom lip to stay silent as your orgasm crashed over you. Niki groaned quietly into the kiss, burying himself deep as he came inside you, filling you up for the second time tonight.

You both stayed like that for a moment — leg still held up, his cock twitching inside you, breathing heavily against each other’s mouths.

Niki finally lowered your leg gently and kissed the back of your neck. “You’re addicted to danger now, huh?” he teased softly, a smirk in his voice.

You smiled weakly, legs still shaking. “Shut up and help me clean up before we get really unlucky…”

The next morning, sunlight peeked through the curtains as you quietly slipped out of Niki’s bedroom, still a little sore and trying to act normal. Your hair was slightly messy, and you were wearing one of Niki’s oversized shirts over your shorts, hoping no one would notice.

You barely took two steps into the hallway when you heard fast little footsteps.

“Noona!”

Minjun came running at full speed in his dinosaur pajamas, his face lighting up the second he saw you. He crashed into your legs, wrapping his tiny arms around you tightly like he’d been waiting all night.

“Noona! You’re awake!” he exclaimed, squeezing you as hard as his little arms could manage. “I missed you. Why did you sleep in Samchon’s room? You should sleep with me!”

Before you could even answer, he pulled back and lifted his arms toward you, making grabby hands.

“Carry me? Pleaseee?” His big round eyes were impossible to resist.

You smiled softly and bent down, lifting him onto your hip. Minjun immediately wrapped his arms around your neck and buried his face in your shoulder, sighing happily.

Niki stepped out of the room behind you, hair messy, smirking when he saw the scene. “Wow, I don’t even get a good morning hug?”

Minjun turned his head and stuck his tongue out at his uncle. “Noona is mine in the morning.”

Niki laughed quietly. “Jealous little guy.”

The three of you walked to the dining area where Niki’s family was already gathered for breakfast. His parents, older sister, and siblings were chatting around the big table filled with rice, grilled fish, soup, and side dishes.

His mom smiled warmly when she saw you carrying Minjun. “Good morning! Did you sleep well, dear?”

You felt your cheeks warm slightly, remembering exactly how little sleep you actually got. “Y-yes, I did. Thank you.”

Minjun refused to let you put him down. He stayed glued to your lap the entire time you sat at the table, even when you tried to reach for food. Every time Niki leaned closer to you or tried to talk to you, Minjun would dramatically hug your neck tighter.

“Samchon, go away,” Minjun mumbled, feeding you a piece of egg with his little spoon. “Noona is eating with me.”

Niki raised an eyebrow, amused. “Yah, Minjun-ah. You’re really declaring war this early in the morning?”

Minjun nodded seriously, cheeks puffed out. “Noona likes me more. Right, Noona?”

You gently stroked his hair, trying not to laugh. “You’re very special to me, Minjunnie.”

That answer seemed to satisfy him for about ten seconds before he looked up at you again with sparkling eyes.

“Tonight,” he declared loudly enough for the whole table to hear, “I want to sleep with Noona. In Noona’s room. Not with stupid Samchon.”

Niki nearly choked on his water. His older sister burst out laughing while his mom looked between all of you, clearly entertained.

“Oh? And why is that?” Niki asked, leaning forward with a teasing grin.

“Because…” Minjun hugged you tighter, “I heard Noona crying last night. She must be scared sleeping with you. So I will protect her and sleep next to her.”

The table went quiet for a second before everyone started laughing. You avoided Niki’s gaze. Niki, on the other hand, was biting his lip to stop himself from laughing too hard.

“Is that so?” Niki said, eyes full of mischief as he looked at you. “You heard her crying, huh?”

You lightly kicked his leg under the table.

Minjun nodded proudly. “Yes. So next time, Noona sleeps with me. Okay?”

His mom chuckled. “Minjunnie is so protective of his Noona.”

You kissed the top of Minjun’s head, still embarrassed but endeared. “We’ll see, baby. Now finish your breakfast.”

Minjun smiled victoriously and continued feeding you, completely unaware of how emmbrass you were.

He loves it—more than he’d care to admit—but you know it, and it fills every inch of you with arousal.

You know he loves it and enjoys it because of the way he simply lets you do it, completely yielding to your rather submissive position, yet still holding plenty of power. The little details drive you wild; knowing exactly what and how he likes it. It turns you on to give him pleasure.

You study and memorize his reactions, not just for the sake of pleasure, even though it’s something you already know, even though he tries—sexily yet pathetically, and without success— to keep his composure, you adore watching him slowly fall apart, his skin shivering as your lips trail down his abdomen, agonizingly slow, teasing him further with the obvious frustration and desperation written all over him.

When his cock is exposed and you want to tease him by kissing and licking his abs, you simply take his manhood lightly in your hand, teasing it just enough to build even more tension in him, because nothing compares to his frustrated expression—his furrowed brow, the veins in his hands and arms visible and palpable, his lower lip red from biting it hard, and that certain pleading look in his eyes... But, just as it is now, where you haven’t taken off his underwear, you gently grind his noticeable erection with one hand, while with your other hand, you trace the path your lips and tongue take until they reach the elastic of his boxers.

At this point, Riki places his hands on your head; in their weight, you can feel his desperation. You look up at him and notice his ragged breathing, the desire and gentle arrogance on his attractive face, as he has you there, submissively on your knees before him, about to please him completely.

Your hand stops stroking his cock through the fabric, and now your throat presses against his erection while your chin rests on his abdomen and you smile broadly and mischievously.

Riki knows you’re doing all this to tease him, to make him even more tense, and you’ve achieved your goal—after all, the grip on your hair gently tightens and caresses it with a certain desperation. He can’t stand it a second longer; he wants the warmth of your mouth on his cock, satisfying him.

He licks his lips, and almost purring, his voice slightly whiny but deep and throaty, he encourages you.

“Come on, baby, put it in your pretty mouth, please.”

His voice and gentle plea only make you even hornier, your core throbbing with desire and lust. It’s simply an act that you both enjoy immensely.

Your attention returns to his arousal, and you don’t waste a second pulling down his underwear, finally freeing his hard cock, which springs out and gently brushes against his stomach attractively. You swallow hard, already tasting and feeling his texture in your mouth.

Riki groans, takes a deep breath, and his grip on your hair grows even tighter. You know he’s trying to act tough, but he’d soon be whimpering at your touch. You gaze at his rigid member, slightly flushed even without any stimulation, the vein popping across his erect length… and then, you gaze at him, waiting for you. Both of your pulses quicken, and once again, without wasting any time, your hand wraps around his girth.

However, before you begin... you indulge in one of your favorite activities: making him suffer a little longer, prolonging his pleasure, overwhelming him with foreplay. You push his cock aside so your face and lips can focus on his highly sensitive skin, which reacts immediately as you plant sensual, tempting kisses on his pelvis, his attractive, defined V-line, his soft, freshly shaved pubic area—kissing right on that daring tattoo of a red-lipstick-kiss that fits perfectly against the outline of your lips— while you try to make eye contact, but he breaks it, overwhelmed and aroused as he moans and throws his head back. His muscles tense, quiver, and his body vibrates to the rhythm of his soft, breathy gasps. You’re torturing him with sizzling kindness, with your perverse, sweet, seductive games.

But he’s not the only one suffering, because no matter how much you enjoy teasing him, the situation is pleasantly complicated for you, since there you are, incredibly turned on, on your knees before him, your panties wet, your femininity—every part of you—yearning intensely to be touched by him… but the satisfaction of sucking Riki off is a very good reward, it makes up for everything.

Finally, you lick his entire rigid length, from base to tip. Riki groans, feeling a rush of intense sensations wash over him, as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, and the strongest tension returns to him. He watches you do it again, satisfying himself with the sweet yet dirty image of you stimulating his cock.

His precum begins to leak from his tip, and you find it somehow both tender and hot—knowing just how desperate he is, him and every inch of his cock in your hand, at your disposal.

You let out a little giggle at his heavy panting; you’re genuinely amused, turned on, all at once, while he struggles with each of his deepest desires—to stay calm, to be there for you, and not to shove his cock roughly into your mouth to fuck it all the way in.

You begin to stimulate him with your hands while your tongue lubricates and boldly traces his cock, which throbs vigorously at the touch of your tongue. Riki moans, drawing him closer and closer to an overwhelming ecstasy, gently teasing his impending orgasm.

Your tongue teases his highly sensitive glans, circling it gently and provocatively. Riki has no idea how much longer he can last, while you squirm in your spot, feeling faintly weak with your panties soaked through.

But it’s so fun to watch him lose control of himself that you pull your mouth away from his erection and start stroking his cock, one hand pumping his stiffness, getting used to the friction of his soft, rough texture, while the other plays with and holds his testicles. You know that poor Riki is so aroused, on the verge of coming, but somehow he’s holding back.

Riki gets frustrated, thinking that with your tongue on the tip, you’d start sucking him off, but you simply pull away to stroke his dick, so he curses under his breath and asks you, once again, in his seductively husky voice, almost at his limit:

“Oh! F-fuck, yeah... please, please, baby, suck my cock, put it in your mouth...pl—”

You decide not to be so mean and obey him right away. He sighs, gasping, heavily and breathlessly. Finally, your lips encircle his thickness; his cock meets the softness and warmth of the inside of your mouth. His throbbing manhood fills you completely, his skin brushing against the inside of your cheeks, his glans teasing your uvula. You know this is exactly where you both want to be.

Riki deftly gathers a handful of your hair into a loose ponytail while one of your hands holds the base of his cock and the other rests on his thigh.

You look him in the eyes as you take his cock into your mouth and begin to suck him, gently bobbing up and down his shaft, hollowing out your cheeks to feel every throbbing vein. Riki shifts his hips and delicately guides and pushes your head. It doesn’t take long for him to start panting with pleasure, and suddenly the act becomes dirtier, messier, more intimate. The obscene sound of your drooling mouth, gagging subtly and stimulating his cock and his moans fill the room. Your nipples and skin bristle inevitably… and you think it might be possible to bring yourself to orgasm just by squeezing your thighs together and just keep sucking him off slowly.

But so far, you’ve been taking it at your own pace, taking in as much of his length as you can, just a little more than half of his cock, alternating with the stroking of your hands when your jaw gets tired. But he’s impatient, the dirty idea just fills his mind, so once again he asks:

“Please, baby, let me fuck your throat, baby, okay?”

You pull his cock out of your mouth and, looking him submissively in the eyes, you nod. It will bring mutual pleasure to both of you.

You steel yourself mentally, take a deep breath, and take his cock back into your mouth. This time, Riki pushes deeper and deeper, gently.

“There you go, princess, take it, take it, I know you can—”

Your eyes well up immediately, the tickling sensation in your nose becomes intense, his glans teases your throat, until part of his cock slides inside it, but Riki doesn’t stop pushing you and doesn’t let up until you’ve taken every inch of him, until your nose brushes against his pubis and your nails dig into his thighs, leaving you breathless and helpless, drooling and desperate.

Riki growls intensely as he feels his cock trapped in the tightness of your throat and could stay like that, if he didn’t know you’re struggling a bit to adjust, so he pushes you again with gentle force so you can breathe.

“Good girl, good, you did very well, princess. One more time. Can you do it?”

Your eyes are teary, your face is slightly flushed, your heart is pounding, you’ve made a mess on the floor and at the corners of your lips, his fluids and your saliva dripping pornographically, there’s just something about the thin string of saliva that stretches from the tip of his flushed, glistening cock to your lips.... but you nod again.

This time you want to last longer for him, to satisfy him. So you take every inch of him again, whimpering and staring intently into his eyes, hoping he’ll pick up on the signal in your helpless, tearful face—which he does instantly. Riki begins to gently thrust into your throat, this time without holding back his cries of pleasure, without prolonging his orgasm.

The sounds grow more obscene; your throat is being used, filled with a massive intruder that desperately brings you pleasure but takes your breath away and tires your jaw. You cry out even louder, your nails digging into his thighs, but Riki is just in heaven right now.

“Oh, yeah. Fuck, you’re doing so well. Taking me so well, princess. Yes, yes. I’m gonna cum in your pretty mou—shit!”

He whimpers desperately as you feel his penis twitch inside you. Riki pulls your hair, roughly sliding his cock out of you, then quickly grabs the base of his dick and gently rubs his glans against your lips while you’re still gasping for air.

Riki admires the beautiful mess he’s made on your face, but he still pushes and urges you on for one last thing, tugging your hair back to gently lift your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“Open wide for me, baby.”

You feel your body burning, your cheeks hot and damp, but you obey him, understanding perfectly what he wants, so you stick out your rosy tongue, ready to receive his load.

Riki roughly strokes his pulsating shaft, filled with all his pent-up tension, letting out a muffled moan as his long-awaited orgasm finally spills out with force. His restless cock rests on your tongue as he finally comes, spurting hot, pearly-white semen, a few drops decorating your lips and the space between your mouth and nose.

A hot, beautiful mess.

Both of you are breathless, satisfied—you still hungry for more—but you smile at him anyway, licking your lips, tasting and swallowing every drop of him, genuinely blissful.

Riki tries to catch his breath as well, his cock going limp in the aftermath of such an intense, satisfying orgasm. Nevertheless, in his characteristic husky voice, he reassures you just how much he liked it.

and he's right. even with your boyfriend of two years, two long, draining, years, he's never once fucked you how your best friend does.

as you feel your orgasm approaching for the third time that night, your phone screen lights up in your peripheral vision.

his name. it makes your chest tighten.

riki's hips slow down for a second, before his gaze drags from your face down to the phone, then back up again.

"your man?" he asks, voice low.

riki leans back slightly, watching you, waiting for your next move.

"go ahead," he murmurs. "answer it."

and for a second, just one, you think about reaching for it. about grounding yourself back into something that makes sense, and answering the phone.

what would you even say?

a laugh bubbles up in your throat, one of disbelief.

how are you supposed to explain this? how are you supposed to tell him that the man you call your best friend, was currently making sweet love to you? that someone else knows you like this, someone that isn't him? someone you can't just walk away from?

so you don't. you let the phone ring until the screen goes black again.

riki's thrusts resume in you like they never stopped, except this time more intentional, his own body pushing your legs into your chest, just so he can feel you deeper.

that position sends you flying towards the edge once again, thighs shaking in the process. "i'm c-close, riki.."

he already knew that though. he knows your body like he was made for it. and the way he's precisely hitting that spot, you lowkey think he is.

"i'm gonna cum, s-shit—" you whine out again, the wet noises between your legs increasing in volume.

"yeah, that's it. you cum so beautifully, y/n," he mumbles, eyes locked on the white rings that are now coating him. the sight alone is enough to send him towards the edge after you, finishing inside of you, like always.

the room is now quieter, nothing but slow breaths and the sound of riki's 'for you' page, playing quietly. one arm is protectively wrapped around you, the other holding his phone.

"you should probably call him back." he states, pretending to at least slightly care. knowing good and well, he didn't care at all. if it were up to him, he would be your man.

"i will," you reply. you won't. and you'll make up some silly excuse of why you were gone all night. one that your poor boyfriend will believe, once again.

When he pushes his sweats down a little further, you can’t help but dip your fingers into your pajama pants. Biting your lip, you press down on your throbbing clit, a small tremor resulting once you start rubbing it. You breathe through your nose, afraid the smallest noise might slip out if you let your mouth move freely.

Ni-ki sighs and throws his head back on the leather cushions. He squeezes and strokes, setting a good pace for himself. Your brother went out for a run and to pick up some breakfast. That left him with ample time to get off. He didn’t need to rush himself or take a quick shower. Instead, he could sit in his thoughts. His thoughts of you specifically.

How hot you looked when you yelled at him for swiping the last soda from the fridge. How good you smelled when you walked by him and slammed your bedroom door shut. How sexy you sounded when you touched yourself late at night.

That’s what he loved the most, getting to hear your soft moans late at night when your brother was asleep and you likely assumed Ni-ki was too. But he could hear you clear as day. 

He groaned, remembering how you sounded last night when he stood outside your door. Your moans may have been relatively quiet, but your cunt was anything but. He could hear the wet squelching when you fucked yourself too greedily.

Ni-ki knew you hated his guts, with good reason, seeing as he annoyed you at any given opportunity, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about fucking you anytime he came over.

As he stroked himself a little faster, you started to do the same. Swallowing down a needy whimper, you flick your clit with more vigor. You deposit your fingers in your entrance for a good few strokes and then pull them out to spread your wetness to your sweet bundle of nerves.

Pressing yourself closer to the edge of the wall, you watch Ni-ki with uninterrupted attention. You take in the size of his cock. The shape of it. You imagine what it would be like to have it inside you. Then, you cringe a little.

The thought of Ni-ki fucking you should be anything but pleasurable. He teased you more than anything, and he acted like a douchebag with your brother. Regardless of that, though, you would be lying if you said your mouth wasn’t watering at the sight of him drawing his hips up into his fist.

Involuntarily, you release a sharp breath. You hadn’t meant for it to happen. Due to unfortunate timing on your part, you let your fingers sink into your cunt just as your teeth left your lip for hardly a second. Now, biting your tongue, you hope it wasn’t as audible as you think it was.

You watched Ni-ki grunt and grind his hips into his fist. He hisses and then calls out your name.

“Come here.”

Your heart was in your ass now. You’d been caught.

Slipping your hand from your pants, you wipe the slick residue on your pant leg, and then ready to make a quiet run from your room. You at least would have if Ni-ki hadn’t looked up to the hallway entrance and locked eyes with you the second you planned on darting off. His tongue wet his bottom lip as he stared at you, waiting for you to move closer. To your surprise, he didn’t stop touching himself. If anything, he looked more bold knowing you were watching.

He repeated himself. “Come here.”

And maybe you should have just made a mad dash for your room and locked yourself inside until he went home, but he didn’t look pissed or embarrassed in the slightest capacity.

It would have been a good idea to pretend like you hadn’t seen anything at all and hope the two of you could move on like this never happened, but then Ni-ki wouldn’t have you bent over the coffee table taking his cock.

He had your pants down to your ankles and your shirt pushed over your chest while he fucked you from behind. You braced your hands against the hard wood, doing your best to keep from falling over as he thrusted deep inside of you.

“What kind of pervert watches someone jerk off,” Ni-ki chides with a hand cemented at the base of your spine.

“Shut up,” you moan.

“Were you touching yourself?” he asks even though he already knows the answer. He heard your pretty breath draw up the second it slipped out.

“What were you thinking about?” Ni-ki’s relentless with his teasing as he drags his cock against your walls. When he notices your refusal to answer, he delivers a harsh thrust that forces a guttural moan from your lips. “Come on. Tell me. You wanna be a little pervert, so tell me what you were thinking about.”

“Nothing,” you hissed with a glare over your shoulder. A bad move on your part considering Ni-ki looks annoyingly attractive in a tank top with his morning hair sticking to his forehead.

“Nothing?” He parrots you with a slick smirk.

“Nothing.”

He hums and slams forward, jostling you until you almost tumble over. Gripping your waist tightly, he keeps you up and uses his new hold to maneuver you to his liking. He thrusts home, satisfied when a familiar slapping and squelching sound is produced between your bodies.

“Listen to how wet you are.” Ni-ki chuckles, driving his hips to yours and reveling in the wetness gracing his pelvis with every sweet stroke.

Embarrassment floods your system, but there isn’t much you can do when Ni-ki is keen on overriding it with pleasure. You drop your head at the feeling of your arousal dripping from your cunt, coating your thighs and ass in a wet mess as he fucks you with no reservations.

“You don’t know how badly I wanted this pretty pussy coming around me,” Ni-ki admits with a quick slap to your ass cheek. He then grips the skin in his hand, soothing it with a few rubs before slapping it again.

“You hear the sounds you’re making,” he grunts, “I did that.”

Another slap meets your ass, and an unfiltered moan flies off your tongue with it.

Ni-ki is far too pleased with himself right now. Every time his hand comes down on your ass, he can feel your pussy squeezing around him. You can’t hide how much you’re enjoying this. Your perverted body will always give it away, even if you won’t tell him.

“God, you’re such an ass.”

“Then get off,” he huffs, running his tongue over his lips before bringing his hand down again with a harsh crack.

You jolt at the intensity behind the hit, but you don’t make any moves to run away. You hold steady and push your ass out a little more, letting him fuck you in the living room when your brother is probably on his way back right now.

Sneering, Ni-ki grunts. “That’s what I thought.”

He feels your walls draw tighter as he pushes his hips forward, and every pull back feels like you’re trying to suck him in. Your body is really telling on you in every instance.

Ni-ki huffs and plants both hands on your waist, driving home for the final thrusts until you come around him. It comes as no shock to him when he feels your release drenching his cock. You scream and latch onto his wrist, needing something to steady you as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“God, you made such a mess,” he tuts with a sick grin, pushing up into you one more time before depositing his own release in your dripping cunt.

Phone buzzing on the table, Ni-ki sees a text from your brother telling him he’s five minutes away. He focuses on it for hardly a second before attention goes back to where you’re still latching onto him. He slips out carefully and delivers a light smack to your already abused cheek. You squeal and then come back to yourself, casting a malicious look in his direction. After grabbing your clothes, you push him out of the way and head back to your room.

just thinking about how much your boyfie, ni-ki loves back seat fucks. matter-of-fact, he'll fuck you anywhere. yet, something about you, face down ass up in his car is different. maybe its the fact he knows you can't get away from him in the confines of his car.

this time, he had you in a mate press. your back against the car door and your legs right up on his shoulder.

"n-ni-ki fuck- hnghhh-" you whined out as he pounded into you so fast and hard you swore you could see stars.

ni-ki let out a groan in response letting out a tiny chuckle. "feels good, hm?" he spoke slowing his thrusts as you let more sounds in pleasure.

you tried to open you mouth to speak, but the only thing coming from your mouth were those sweet cries in pleasure.

"use your words baby." ni-ki spoke again letting out a groan as he picked up the pace once more.

"fuck!- ni-ki feels so good!- oh god!" you cried out feeling your thighs trembling with that oh so heavenly feeling.

"thats my good girl." ni-ki mumbled feeling smug. he watched your face as you felt yourself reaching cloud nine.