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synopsis: martin uses your date night on the basketball court as an excuse to cuddle up to you, though little does he know just how competitive you truly are.

word count: 1.5k

info+warnings: bf!martin, fluff, established relationship, date night, basketball game, pet names, skinship, kissing

"You're too slow, baby." Martin teased, his voice a warm, lilting sing-song that made your competitive spirit flare even as your heart did that familiar little flip. He was circling you again, the basketball ricocheting between his hand and the floor, his sneakers scuffing against the sun-bleached asphalt in a lazy, unhurried rhythm.

dad!jake x fem!reader. . !! cw : 1.4k wc, fluff ! idt theres anyth else, lmk if i missed something! not proofread

wherein, jake is the best husband, giving you the life you once only dreamed of as a child and, of course, the prettiest son ever!

notes, idk shi about making a snowman and if a four yr old can do it alone so lets js not mention it and enjoy the story yes? if im going to have a child i want them to be as cute as litol jake 🤏

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You loved your husband, Jake. The way he had taken care of you from the very start, giving you a perfect life where you didn't have to worry about anything—and most importantly, the greatest thing he had ever given you..

A very adorable and beautiful son.

He was the carbon copy of his father—the fluff in his hair, the shape of his eyes, the already prominent bridge of his nose, and your favorite of all, his cute little plump lips.

It didn't just end with his physical looks, he had taken after his father's personality as well. The genuineness to the giddiness over the smallest things? All Jake. Sometimes you wondered if there was even a hint of you in him. Nonetheless, having a small Jake running around the house? You weren't complaining.

( 西村 力 ) swearing flirting teasing sexual tension

──── in which ︵ you receive an unexpected visit from a certain someone late at night. # niki is a dork : 1600

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it was a quiet wednesday night in hongdae, and you were laying flat on your bed, legs in the air with ruffle socks pulled up to your shins, a lacy pink night gown adorning your figure and an abundance of homework in front of you. 

the tip of your pen found its way to your mouth as your eyebrows creased for the fifteenth time. math was not your forte, and on top of that you were thinking about anything but your homework. 

—the next practice, the upcoming performance, and the future that felt closer than ever. it was safe to say algebra was not a priority. 

just as you were about to put your pen to paper, you heard a weak tapping at your window. almost immediately, you quickly turned over and reached for the pocket knife under your pillow. 

living in hongdae, you were never truly safe, which is why your dad made it his job to give you some sort of weapon in case of emergencies. you slid off your bed anxiously, walking toward the window with your hand clutching the handle of the knife, your lip caught between your teeth as your eyes narrowed at the trees outside your bedroom window. 

just as you registered that there was nothing there, a figure suddenly appeared in front of your window, leaving you yelping in fear as you held the knife up to whoever was out there. whoever or whatever it was, you knew it was important to let them know that you were armed. 

just then, the figure knocked on the window and you swore you could have recognised those furrowed, expressive eyebrows anywhere. niki. 

you approached the window, rolling your eyes and scoffing as you cracked it open enough for him to hop through it and into your room. 

“seriously riki, what the fuck! you scared the shit out of me!” you hissed, hitting his shoulder as he was climbing through your window. 

as soon as he turned back around, you took it upon yourself to truly take him in. 

he looked smug, his dark hair falling over his forehead, his tall frame looming over you and brown eyes flickering with amusement. his lips curved into a smile as he observed your frantic demeanour. 

“is it really that easy to scare you, huh?” he said, his hands landing on your hips as he pulled you closer to him, his brows raised in a teasing manner. you peeled his hands off you, and he responded with a frown. 

“not tonight, homework.” you said, rolling your eyes as you spun around, plopping yourself down on your bed as your hand gestured to the pile of books on your sheets. 

“come on, sweetheart. twenty minutes. all i need.” he mumbled as he walked towards you slowly, his hands landing on your waist and pushing your body further back on the bed so he could climb on top of you, his head falling against your neck, lips placing gentle, teasing kisses on your skin. 

“we both know you won’t be done in twenty minutes, niki.” you sighed, sliding out from under him and back into your previous position, lying flat on your stomach with your legs kicked up in the air. 

“fuck- you’re such a tease, you know that?” he hissed, lying back on your bed, head resting on your pillows with his hands behind his head, eyes watching you hungrily as you hummed softly, jotting things down on the paper in front of you. 

“not my fault you think you can have me whenever you want.” you said quietly, looking behind yourself at him, raising one brow with a teasing smile on your face.  

“not my fault you let me in your room wearing that cute little nightdress expecting me to not want to fuck you.” he said, his voice deep and husky and leaving you clenching your thighs together and biting your bottom lip softly. 

“too bad you won’t get to.” you said, giving up on your homework and turning your body around to face him, sitting on your knees as you ran a hand through your hair. 

“you’re cute when you’re trying to get me riled up, baby.” he said, leaning forward and grabbing you by the waist, pulling you towards him and practically on top of him. you kept forgetting how strong he was, how he could easily lift you up and manoeuvre you around effortlessly, and god, it turned you on. 

“missed my favourite girl.” he mumbled, his brown eyes locked on yours as his big hands dragged your nightdress further up your body, your pink panties almost exposed. 

just as he leaned in to kiss you, the loud ring from the phone next to your bed drew you out of whatever trance you were in. 

niki scoffed, slapping his hand to his forehead gently as you reached for the phone, legs still either side of him. when you picked it up, you heard the all familiar voice of nishimura mai. 

“hello? hi, is that y/n?” mai’s voice rang out, and your eyes immediately widened. the idea of being on the phone with the mother of the boy you were currently on top of made your skin crawl. 

niki immediately sat up at your startled expression, his lips mouthing the words “who is it?” as his brows creased in curiosity. 

“it’s your mom!” you hissed with one hand over the phone, watching as niki’s jaw literally fell open as you removed it and brought the phone to your ear. 

“hi ms. nishimura! yes, this is she.” you said, your tone hesitant and overly sweet as you waited for her response. 

“i was just wondering if you had seen niki anywhere? i mean, it’s 10pm and a school night. i’ve tried sunghoon, and the others, and jake they told me to call you and ask?” ms. nishimura said, niki’s head close to the phone so he could hear what his mother was saying. 

“fucking jake.” niki whispered under his breath, rolling his eyes.

you quickly dropped the phone, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you looked toward the equally stressed out boy in front of you. 

“what do i say? do i tell her you’re here?” you whispered, watching as niki thought for a moment, his fingers tapping on your thighs as he thought of what to do. 

“you’re tutoring me! yes! say that, quick.” he whispered frantically, nodding at you. 

“i’m tutoring you?” you said, rolling your eyes as you brought the phone back up to your lips. 

“hi, yes, niki is here. he just asked me to help him out with some…math homework, so that’s what we’re doing. math homework.” you said abruptly. god, you were such a bad liar. 

“do you mind if i speak to him for a second?” mai asked, so you handed the phone to an anxious looking niki who took it in his hand. 

you didn’t hear a lot, but there was a lot of yelling on his mom’s part and none on niki’s. you heard something about how late it was, and how he was hanging out at a girls house, and how he needed to be home in five minutes. 

“fine, bye mom.” he huffed, smacking the phone back down onto the bed before running a hand through his black hair. 

“disappointed, are we, niki?” you teased, purposefully bouncing slightly in the spot where he wanted you the most, his head hitting the headboard as he drew in a sharp inhale. 

“fuhhck. you’re the worst, you know that?” he mumbled, leaning forward and kissing you softly on the jaw, one of your hands sliding up the back of his neck and into his hair. 

his hands gently took ahold of your hips and slid you off him, one of his hands lingering on your thigh for a moment before climbing off your bed and back towards the window. 

“same time tomorrow?” he said playfully, winking at you before cracking open your window and beginning to climb out.

“you wish, loser!” you called after him, before his hand slipped back through the window to flip you off, leaving you smiling like an idiot as he closed it behind him. 

nishimura riki was a dork. 

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dad!jungwon x fem!reader. . !! cw : 639 wc, fluff ! jw rage baiting his son, other than that idt theres any more lmk if i missed anyth! not proofread

wherein, jungwon is a professional rage baiter, and even his son isn’t spared from his playful chaos, turning a simple beach day into pure family chaos.

notes, happy children's day! after seeing jungwon's weverse post, i cant help but think that maybe he'd be the same as his parents rage baiting his son lol, i love the video so much i cant stop watching it my hearts breaking 💔

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Yang Jungwon was a professional for getting under people's skin. He was effortless with it, almost instinctive. One smirk, one comment, and suddenly you were exactly where he wanted you. He'd laugh sometimes, make fun of you when you fall for his bait.

Even when he became your boyfriend—and more so now that he was your husband—nothing changed. For years, you'd been his favorite target, though never without affection. He'd tease you endlessly, pretend not to know where your glasses were when you "lost" it (he hid them), and once even accidentally dropped your expensive cleanser into the toilet because he picked it up just to "check the ingredients."

But now, no one had it worse than his son, Yang Chenwon.

pairing: established relationship!ni-ki x reader

context: you and Ni-ki argue and you ice him out for days so he does the only thing he can think to do to make things better; cover up the tattoo he got for his ex and get your name tattooed on his chest.

warnings; minor cursing, desperate ni-ki, implied intimacy, love bombing; I kinda lost the plot but I really need the practice

rant: does anyone else think ni-ki’s tattoos are fake? I mean, I don’t care either way, but they’re definitely fading. Hopefully they were test runs and he’s gonna get them for real with something different like the placement or style.

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Ni-ki shows up to your apartment with three different apologies ready: flowers, the cover-up, and your name.

But he doesn’t intend to give them all up at once. If he can, he’ll do it one by one.

Maybe if you two happen to argue again, he’ll reveal the second; and when you make up, the last one will seal the argument there.

Unlike the first time he did this, Ni-ki does feel nervous.

You aren’t the type to fall for such a ridiculous gesture; if anything, you strike him as the type to leave him for it and leave him stuck with your name tattooed on his chest.

But you open the door and he can’t not commit to it, especially not when seeing you just reminds him how much he needs you in his life.

There’s nothing special about how he stands outside your door; he’s wearing a black hoodie and equally dark baggy jeans, the only color on him right now is the flower bouquet he’s holding that’s just pure red roses.

Still, not seeing him for nearly a week makes him look that much better in person.

“You should have told me you were coming.” You say softly, your voice just above a whisper because of how little you used it without him around.

Ni-ki takes a step closer, just to tower over you slightly and make sure you see the flowers as if they weren’t obvious enough.

“Kinda defeats the whole purpose of a surprise, no?” He says, trying to be playful to avoid making this too serious.

“Maybe I don’t want to see you. Did you consider that?” You suggest, staying in place where you’re blocking the door to him.

Ni-ki sighs; tilting his head and closing his eyes slightly the way he always does out of habit.

“Come on…I can’t stand this anymore.” He says, a slight whine in his tone as he holds the flowers up to you.

“I am holding flowers, right?” He adds.

You look down at the flowers for a second.

Roses are overrated, but expensive, especially these that look so crisp and vivid in color.

“I still haven’t heard an apology.” You point out gently, reaching out to feel one of the roses.

Ni-ki is about five seconds away from sinking to his knees; he’s that desperate.

And you might like that, but he doesn’t want to take too many chances on trying to figure out what you want from him.

“Of course I’m fucking sorry—“ he says, running a hand through his hair.

You can’t explain this properly; you’re enjoying this too much to think about it any other way.

But he sounds just as delicious as he looks; whiny pleading Ni-ki is much better than whatever nonchalant bullshit he likes to put up.

“You’re so cute…” you say softly; the smugness in your tone is hard to miss.

Ni-ki doesn’t care though.

He’s more interested in what he’s going to do the minute you turn back around to face him after locking your door now that you’ve let him inside.

And he’s eager, so it happens quickly.

The flowers are placed on this shelf you have in the entrance hall, and Ni-ki has his hands on you almost immediately.

You’re the perfect height for him to just close the distance and tilt his head down to kiss you; you’re short enough that it gives him a satisfaction of being bigger than you, but not enough to make it difficult to do these things.

And Ni-ki loves being bigger than you.

He makes it a point to swallow you up with his entire body because he needs to feel how you don’t cover even a bit of him.

And after being denied this for days, it’s hard for him not to overwhelm you in his excitement.

Everything happens fast so he can understand why you don’t notice it at first.

But they’re both in your face, and you have yet to point out the fact that there’s a spider on his v-line and scribbles on his chest just below his collarbone.

Actually, it takes you until after everything to even notice, and the spider is first.

“Nik, when did you…” you begin, but you don’t finish your sentence before you’re reaching down to touch it.

“Careful.” He says nervously, grabbing your wrist. “It’s still pretty new, so it’s still a little sensitive.” He adds, wondering if you’ll comment on the name or if you still haven’t seen it.

“You got it covered up?” You ask, your voice softening with a slight aww when you realize that he did this because you two argued.

“Baby…” he calls out softly, tilting his head so you’ll take the hint to follow his gaze.

It’s hard to notice because it’s a little dainty.

Still, the lines, the font, and the placement make up for how tiny it is.

At least it would if you were okay with this.

“Are you insane??” You ask, sitting up with your blankets pulled tightly over your chest.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, feeling both a little self-conscious and also slightly embarrassed.

“Ni-ki.” You say firmly, running your hands over your face.

“In what world would I ever ask you to do this??” You ask, looking at it again as if it would have disappeared since you last saw it.

“That’s the point, you don’t ask—I just do it.” He explains, but the excuse falls short; this is basically love bombing.

“Don’t make me cover it up…I love you, this is me showing you how much I love you.” He says, trying to back you up into a corner on this.

“I’m yours.” He says, a little suddenly the way he grabs your hand to place it on his cheek.

“Your name’s right here.” He continues softly, leaning into your palm.

“I can’t hide it from anyone unless I’m wearing clothes…and it’s right next to my heart.” He adds.

And that’s where it becomes hard to argue about it.

You used to wonder how the other tattoo was a thing if Ni-ki seemed like such a level-headed person.

But if that one was presented even remotely like this one is being done, it makes a lot of sense why he got it and why his ex was so okay with it.

It’s even working on you right now.

“Just…promise me you won’t come back a week from now with my face on your back.” You sigh, giving into it.

Ni-ki smiles, pressing a kiss to your palm before he pushes you onto your back so he can hover over you instead.

“I promise,” he assures, a reaffirming nod.

“But there is this one concept where I get your eyes—“ “Absolutely not.” You interrupt, and Ni-ki purses his lips and nods, realizing you might be letting it go, but you still aren’t okay with it.

“I love you.” He repeats, kissing under your jaw.

“Say it back.” He says, after you’ve opened your mouth to say it but before you could get the words out.

“I was going to—“

“Okay, so do it.”

Pairing ➼ bf!ni-ki x fem!reader

Summary ➼ your self-care night is cut short when your drunk boyfriend decides to call you from a bar floor at 11:48PM

Word Count ➼ 2.5k

Contains ➼ fluff, established relationship, swearing, kissing, pet names

Ni-ki never called, he always texted, so when his name lit up your screen at 11:48PM you already knew something was off.

You, however, keep your eyes on the movie playing in front of you and choose to extend your arm carefully towards the noise of the device, blindly tapping your hand on the surface of your drawer until you eventually feel the touch of your phone.

Five seconds prior to this interruption was supposed to be your "self-care" night. Time all to yourself to finally watch the film "Uptown Girls" that has been on your watchlist for months, and an excuse to use the facemask that you bought for twenty dollars because you convinced yourself the "cutting-edge" formula would get rid of the beautiful pimple on the center of your forehead.

Your instinct is to mute the call so you won't have to pause the movie, but the sound of the ringtone you chose for Ni-Ki, Michael Jackson's "Beat It", signifies that it is in fact your boyfriend calling and not a random spam, so you resist the urge to press the ignore button and swipe to answer, already confused — last you heard he was out with Jungwon and Jake, and Ni-ki didn't call, he texted, so why—

"Y/NNNNNN, how's my baby? I miss you soooooo much!" Ni-Ki screams into the phone.

"Hey Riki, is everything alright?"

You can tell he must be at a bar from the large amount of background noise on the call, and for a second you even think you hear the sound of Jake's voice yelling 'SIMP' on the other end, but Ni-Ki's voice is just too loud to fully confirm.

"Are you drunk right now?" You say while abandoning the mountain of blankets you were lying in, shifting your once comfortable body to sit up against the headboard of your bed.

"What! No! I mean me and Jakey over here had a couple drinks but we're totally chilling—" "Don't call me that—" Jake's voice cuts through distantly in the background. "—I mean look, I can walk in a straight line, just watch!"

"Riki, I can't see you because-"

Your voice is interrupted by the sound of the phone dropping on the other line. You sigh in annoyance and lift your legs to the side of your mattress, instinctively preparing yourself to get out of bed for the first time this evening.

"Y/N, can you hear me?" A new voice, who you assume to be Jungwon based on the soft tone, suddenly emerges.

"Yeah, is everything okay? Was Riki actually unable to walk in a straight line or did the phone just disconnect?" You say, a little more relaxed now that you know someone responsible is there, because knowing Jake he was most likely just as drunk as Riki was.

"Based on the fact that he's sprawled out on the floor right now… I would assume he could not walk in a straight line." Jungwon says with a heavy sense of secondhand embarrassment in his voice.

"HEYYYY, who are you on the phone with?" screams Ni-Ki, still sprawled onto the floor with his hands behind his head, looking way too comfortable for someone lying on a sticky bar floor.

Jungwon turns his head, removing the phone from his ear, and putting a finger to his lips to shush him with the practiced patience of someone who has done this exact thing many times before. Ni-Ki just smiles back and raises his pinky finger over his lips, shushing the air in front of him in a fit of giggles.

"Yeah so everything is fine, but your boyfriend is acting like a complete menace and Jake just ran away." Jungwon says while running his hands through his hair. He knows what he is getting into when he agrees to be the designated driver, but nothing could have prepared him for it to be this bad.

"I'm gonna assume this means you want me to pick up Riki while you search for Jake?" you say, already getting up from your bed and remotely starting your car so you won't have to hear Ni-Ki complain about how freezing it is — your boyfriend has such a large hoodie collection for a reason.

While hopping out of bed you manage to get a quick glance at your mirror and immediately notice you are still wearing the very unattractive facemask that makes you look like a background villain in a low-budget horror film, and the ugly pajamas that mostly consist of Ni-ki's old oversized clothes.

"Uhhhh, Jungwon, are you still there?" You ask while staring at your reflection and wincing at the embarrassing thought of walking into a bar full of strangers, looking just as unhinged as your boyfriend probably looked right now.

"Yeah, sorry. That would actually be amazing if you could because I still cannot find Jake and I'm assuming he went to the nearest Seven Eleven to get ramyeon since he always does that when he's drunk."

"Ok, well I'm gonna need two minutes, but then I'll be on the way. Please tell Ni-Ki to sit somewhere and stay put until I get there. God knows if he finds out Jake went to Seven Eleven his fatass will immediately follow."

Jungwon snorts. "Don't worry, I'll send you the address."

And just like that, your self-care night is over before the facemask even has time to dry.

Ni-Ki currently has his arms wrapped around your neck as he leans his head into your chest, his mouth wide open and eyes closed like he misinterpreted your chest for a pillow, all while you attempt to drag his much larger body to your apartment door. Thankfully, you assumed this would not be a simple ordeal so you parked in the closest parking spot to the building, but with Ni-ki's dead weight practically dragging you both to the ground, even twenty feet feels like a marathon.

"Riki you need to stop leaning all your body weight on me or else we're both gonna eat shit!" You exclaim while gritting your teeth, face scrunched in the way it did that one time you were dragged to the gym and attempted to bench press. Safe to say it was worthwhile for moments like these.

Ni-Ki lifts his head from your chest, blonde locks looking like Sid Vicious personally styled his hair, and looks at you with an expression of pure disgust. "Ew, baby don't say that, I would never eat shit, that's disgusting." His misinterpretation alone is enough to bring him to full standing, arms still wrapped around you, both of you now looking like you were about to slow dance at prom.

You blush from the sudden proximity, face now inches apart, and look down in slight embarrassment. "Do you actually think I meant eating literal shit? It's an expression for falling over, you dumbass." You look up again at your now smiling boyfriend, eyes naturally gravitating towards his duck-like lips. "You of all people should know that."

He notices your stare on his lips, so he tips his finger below your chin and slightly lifts your face back to his eyes. "Yeah but I'm a dumbass you wanna kiss sooo bad right now." He says with a smirk.

You immediately push back, now released from his tight hold. "Yeah right, you're way too drunk for me to kiss right now."

"Aw, come on, baby, don't do me like that! Just one little peck on the lips!" He exclaims while pointing to his lips and slightly slouching now that he doesn't have your body to support his balance.

You turn, arms crossed over your chest like you're reprimanding a child. "No way. You're not getting a single kiss until you make it back to my apartment, and that means without using me as your personal walking cane." You state in a stern tone.

"Ughhhh fine, but you better be telling the truth." He says in defeat, following behind you with the expression of a kid who just dropped their ice cream.

Once you reach the door, you place your hand in your pocket and begin searching for your keys, all while Ni-Ki groans in complaint as he trudges up the final steps of your annoyingly long staircase. Your fingers eventually find the familiar shape of your Hello Kitty keychain and you pull them out, moving to fit the key into the lock.

However, your hand freezes halfway to the doorknob when you feel two arms wrap around you from behind, engulfing you in a sudden warmth.

Ni-Ki places his chin on your left shoulder, mouth so close to your ear you feel a tingle from his breath. "You know… you did say I would get that kiss once we made it to your apartment, and it looks like we've reached our destination." He whispers, breath hot on your skin.

You feel your skin prickle from his hot breath, the thought of kissing him becoming more irresistible the closer his touch becomes. You turn the key, the apartment now free to enter, but your hand stills on the doorknob while you let a heavy breath out. "Riki, you are too drunk right now, you need to sleep."

Ni-Ki lets out an amused chuckle, moving his face closer into the nape of your neck and pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. "Mhm," he murmurs against your skin, lips trailing down slowly, "you say that—" another kiss, this time to the side of your neck, "—but the door is still closed."

You lean your head back, giving him more access to your neck, and close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure of his lips on your skin. You feel him smile at your defeat as he takes your face into his hand, bringing your faces nose to nose, until you eventually feel his lips on yours. The kiss begins slow, as if he is testing the waters of your previous resistance, but as soon as he realizes you have no intention of stopping him, the hand on your jaw pulls you closer, the kiss deepening in a way that makes you forget entirely that you were ever trying to resist in the first place.

The movements connecting your lips increase in speed, and somewhere in between the growing fire between your lips, his tongue slips past yours — and immediately your tastebuds are met with the unmistakable taste of whatever alcohol he'd been drinking all night. You pull back, nose scrunched. "Eugh, babe you have to stop, your mouth tastes like a mix of acid reflux and whiskey."

Ni-ki just smiles, swollen lips on display, and steps forward, huffing in a large breath of air before exhaling it directly onto your face.

"RIKI!" you scream, running into the apartment and pulling your shirt sleeve over your nose as some sort of protective mask against the horrid smell he blew at you. He, however, finds your reaction hilarious and chases after you, having an unfair advantage considering he is wearing Nike sneakers and has the long legs to match, quickly closing the gap between you despite your head start.

He wraps his arms around your torso and leans his bodyweight into your back, causing you both to fall onto the couch you happened to be running by. Your face hits the decorative pillow and you're enveloped in the familiar weight of him on top of you.

"You can't get away from me that easily, babe." Riki murmurs in your ear with a tone of confidence, now that he knows you have no way of escaping his grasp.

"Mmph, cah you at leasth let me turhn over, 'm losin' the ability to breathe." You speak into the pillow, words sounding distorted from your lack of air.

"Only if you promise to kiss me." Riki says sternly.

"UGHH FINE." You begrudgingly yell into the pillow. "MM AM ABOOT TO LOZE OXYGENN HERE CAH YOU-"

Before you can finish your sentence, Ni-Ki grabs your arms in a gentle grasp and swiftly flips you over, your back now pressed against the couch and head gently atop the pillow.

"Hey baby." He says with a smug smile on his face.

"Don't 'hey baby' me, you almost suffocated me just now!" You exclaim with a pout, avoiding eye contact so you are less tempted to let him get his way with a kiss.

"Hey, don't turn away from me, I wanna see your pretty face." He says while turning your head upright, thumb resting gently on your jaw, eyes searching yours with an expression that makes it very hard to stay mad at him.

Instead of making another snarky remark, you let yourself stare into his eyes, cheeks reddening from the sudden proximity.

"Don't get shy on me now, baby." He says with a smirk. You let out a scoff, attempting to mask your embarrassment at the flustered state he has put you in. "You still owe me a kiss."

Ni-Ki leans in, blonde hair slightly covering his eyes as he closes the distance between your lips. His hand goes to the side of your cheek, pulling you further into him to deepen the kiss. This one feels more sensual than the one at the door, as if you were both trying to bask in each other's touch and savour this personal moment. His breath still carries the taste of whiskey, but you decide to ignore it this time, moving your lips along with his, your hand finding its way into his hair as your bodies settle into each other.

After some time, Ni-Ki's kisses get sloppy and his body feels heavier against your chest. "Mhm, baby, are you getting sleepy?" You murmur as you break away from the kiss, your hand still running through his hair.

Ni-Ki lowers his head in between your breasts, letting out a soft breath and tightening his hold around your torso. "Mhm." You can feel the flutter of his eyelashes against the fabric of your shirt, moving up and down as if he is battling the urge to close his eyes and sleep. You smile down at him, finding it sweet that he wants to stay awake with you despite his body saying otherwise.

"We can just sleep here alright?" You say, rubbing circles on his back.

"But I wanted to stay up and talk to you."

"I know but I think sober you in the morning will deeply regret that choice, so just go to sleep. I'll be here in the morning to listen to you talk about your night, okay?"

"Hmmm, okay."

"Good, now go to sleep. I love you."

"I love you more."

Before even thinking of responding, you hear his breathing pattern slow and you can tell he has passed out on your chest. Not ready to sleep just yet, you carefully reach your arm out and grab the remote to the television in front of you, putting on Uptown Girls, now finishing what was supposed to be a self-care movie night with your drunk boyfriend fast asleep on your chest instead. Not that you would have it any other way.