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There were cups pretty much everywhere, you swore you didn’t see that many people when you did your rounds before giving up socialising for the night.

The bottles were all empty, thankfully none smashed and there was just a general disarray which is to be expected after such an intense night.

In your dazed state from exhaustion, you helplessly picked up the bottles and cups and started to tidy more. You weren’t the type to leave the house messy, you certainly never liked people dealing with things on their own.

You continued with your task, finishing off picking up the cups from the floor when you felt a presence behind you.

There’s usually some people who didn’t find their way home, you just suspected that it was another one of your drunken friends who had woken up from their pass out.

You thought nothing of it, you just carried on with your mind list of chores.

“Hey,” a deep voice said, sounding tired and defeated. Almost angry even?

You knew who it was just from the voice alone, tones you were all too familiar with at these parties. And a man who was also all too familiar with you.

“Oh, hey!” You replied, not wanting to sound off putting since you assumed he was angry for whatever reason.

“I uh- just wanted to talk,” a long sigh left his lips as you turned around to finally face him and potentially get into something.

“Niki look i know trust me, is it something about how i hid away all of the time? If so please put me in my place and show me how to enjoy the presence of all these guys practically vandalising your house,” assuming the least but most obvious answer.

He looked great, his figure complemented in black and his bleach blonde hair messily falling in-front of his face. Thats it, a mess. But a tempting mess.

“Listen, just because you don’t enjoy parties doesn’t mean you can hide away the whole time. I want to see you, i want to talk”.

You already knew this was lies, so you confronted him with his truth.

“You want to show me off don’t you,” you said completely abandoning the tasks you set for yourself to focus on the way he reacted to you.

His mouth stayed shut, he just breathed out heavily. Signifying that he was already done with your attitude.

“Well is it the truth because it seems like this is the only reason you invite me to come over?”

He didn’t verbalise a reply, just turned around and guided you down the hallway with a beckoning.

You instinctively stayed still, not having been near him in a while; you didnt like how bad he seemed to be at communicating with you now.

“What?,” you asked, remaining stationary.

He shot you a look as if you were joking with him, his eyes rolling.

“Come on, come and explain yourself. Why do you think i want to show you off? Why would you think i want to do that..?,” he trailed off into a rhetoric. He seemed personally bothered by the fact that you were confident enough to think that highly about yourself without him praising you for it and telling you that himself.

But maybe thats where he was coming from.

“Come and show me why I might want to show off a pretty girl like you”.

The rest of the house was pretty tidy, assuming someone had cleaned it up or the drunken crowd couldn’t work out how to use the stairs.

The room that you knew as Nikis even cleaner. He was the host after all, you always knew him as a clean type even though his actions didn’t really prove that.

Especially not in this moment.

But the bed was layed perfectly, a dim orange lamp illuminating the room and his playlist on in the background for some ambience.

You were living for the moment, even though you thought there was no way anything could possibly happen between you two, not again.

You hadn’t had sex since the last time you were all too willing to reciprocate Nikis advances, you had learnt your lesson by now on how he displays his ‘need’.

A hand around the waist, a whisper in the ear. He was casual but polite about it, enough to make you melt into his actions.

And you hadn’t kept your distance from him exactly either. You both wouldn’t make things official, work getting in the way. But it was obvious some feelings were forming, the world always bringing you together even if you didn’t plan it.

Bumping into each other at the store, being at the same random restaurant at the same time or even when you went on a trip to Tokyo with your friends, you still saw him.

You shrugged it off, but your superstitions were too strong to play it off as coincidence.

And because you knew his advances, you thought he was just taking you into his room to have a private conversation incase anyone somehow found themselves back at the house or even still being inside it.

How silly. You had forgotten what he even said to you in your dozing.

He welcomed you to sit down on his bed, you made yourself comfortable and ran your fingers through your hair for something to do to alleviate the awkwardness you felt.

He didn’t sit next to you, instead choosing the chair at his desk.

“I miss you,” he said, convincingly.

“What do you mean miss me? I’ve been right here,” you just wouldn’t budge your attitude, not to be messy and sassy but rather to provoke him.

You didn’t want to start anything, but it was fun seeing him a little impatient.

He again rolled his eyes,

“You and your attitude huh?”

You cracked a smile, you knew it wasn’t a bother when you both giggled.

“What about it? You missed my attention didn’t you,” you pressed.

“Huh i guess i did, i miss your attention. You seem a little off, is everything okay?” He turned his head to the side like a puppy.

“No I’m fine, just thinking thats all”.

Thinking? Thinking? That was certainly true, but not for an answer. More about what you wanted to happen. But there was no way right? He’s so nonchalant about it. You shook it off.

He let out what you can only describe as a growl, he sensed that something was wrong and walked over to the bed to sit next to you.

“You know you can tell me anything,” he says as he sits down opposite you, reaching for your hands.

Your vulnerability grew, not like you minded. It was just the way he was able to shift you from being bratty and pessimistic to being soft and gentle.

Your change caught you off guard.

“I miss you too.” You forced it out.

There was nothing more you could say, you just looked at him.

And the expression he shot back was all too familiar. No words were needed, you just knew.

You both sat there for a few, hand in hand.

“You know I invite you to be near to you, i like asking you around. And all i have wanted is to be alone with you after all this time.” An honest answer, Nikis eyes falling upon your body.

He was hungry, there was no doubt about it.

“And all you do is hide away,” he continued. You felt guilty, he sounded so upset but not angry. Just rather disappointed. Dissatisfied.

“I know I’m sorry”.

“I miss seeing your face, i miss hearing your voice. I invited you over just so i could see you”.

You just gave in, regret becoming evident on your face by the way he reacted.

His hands unlocked from yours, moving to the sides of your face.

You kept your eyes on him, you couldn’t take them off him. He truly looked amazing and deep down you’d been waiting for another advancement from him for a while. You just didn’t expect that it would be tonight.

“You have to keep your eyes on me. If you don’t pay attention to me all night you will now,” he grew frustrated. The attention you hadn’t been trying to deprive him of had him erratic.

You got lost in your own mind for a second. The suddenness of it all was all too overwhelming. But you didn’t mind, the pacing in your mind slowed when he placed a hand on the back of your head and layed you down gracefully. Gently.

Too gently, your guilt still screaming at you for repercussion.

Niki sat back up after laying you down, pulling the black shirt off his figure in one movement.

“Niki,” you said in a questioning tone, though there was nothing to be answered. More a demand in the form of “don’t be gentle. I can handle it”

And you knew you could.

He didn’t hold back.

Your clothes were demanded off of you, and you complied. You wanted this now, your provocation ignited him.

His hands worked faster, instantly locking position on either side of you as your lips met each other .

He started slow, passionate but grew hungry. Fast.

“You’ll behave right? Remember eyes on me,” he growled.

Eyes on me.

You scanned his body and it was instantly met with a hand firm on your face.

“Listen”.

You were desperate so you did as he said, which he rewarded with a subsequent, passionate thrust into you.

You didn’t have time to adjust, you caught so off guard that your head threw back involuntarily.

You instantly fixed your mistake, refocusing your gaze on his face. A look of ‘really?’ showing on it.

“Fuck I’m sorry”. Whispered you out of the mouth that once argued, but now merely lingered in the air.

“What was that princess? Speak up, i know you can,” Niki was full of compliments even though you told him to not be gentle, he still respected you.

Thats why you felt differently, he always treated you so perfectly. Perfectly satisfying every inch of your body with his power.

“Please keep going,”You insisted, he smiled and kissed you as he continued to move. Slowly, but forcefully.

You felt like you deserved it, the regret was being forgotten and replaced by the force of him fucking himself into you.

He moved up, repositioning himself. Allowing the necklace he never took off to make contact with your nose slightly.

Your eye contact reminded fixed on each other, your hands moved to his back.

Your nails scratched his skin, his breath grew heavy. He stopped moving, sat up and grabbed your wrists and forced them above your head.

One hand of his could hold them down perfectly. The other laying beside you again.

“You said to not be gentle?” He checked in, he looked soft, his pupils wide with lust.

“I did say that, why are you asking?”

“Im just checking if you can handle it, thats all darling,” he replied, smirking at your fluster.

He moved again, your moans erratic and loud.

And he had no issue with this, kissing your cheeks and whining himself.

You both moved against each other, the tension building as your voices collided in the air and complemented each other.

The way he was holding you, his eyes telling you words he wouldn’t verbalise, and the way he was making you feel was ecstatic. He continued to grow the pace, your sensitivity heightening as your eyes teared. But not once leaving his.

The pace of his started to falter, he let go of your hands and they instantly found their way down to his back again as he steadied himself and leant his forehead against yours.

“Fuck im close-“ your words stumbled, he smiled at you in response weakly.

“Mmhm, i can tell. Not yet, keep going”.

It was torture, the knot in your stomach begging to be lifted and your legs screaming to relax. But you’d asked for it and he was giving you exactly what your desperation wanted.

You only lasted for a couple minutes longer before you repeated your phrase, “please i cant-“

His eyebrows furrowed, otherwise an expression of focus was what you could gather.

“Come for me, you deserve it baby”.

His words echoed through your mind, instantly letting go and breaking the eye contact.

“So pretty- good girl” his moans breaking his sentences as he followed in his own orgasm.

The moment took a while to still, at least of felt like a while as you lay next to one and other trying not to lose yourself to sleep. What felt like a punishment to ask for turned into reward, feeling nothing but empowerment from the way the night flipped itself.

“You won’t hide next time now,” Niki pestered.