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It was an unwritten rule that where Riki was, you were never more than an arm’s length away.

It wasn’t something either of you had ever explicitly planned, it was just the natural gravity of years spent growing up in each other's space.

By now, the boundaries between your lives were so blurred that nobody around you even bothered to treat you as two entirely separate entities.

You knew the exact weight of his head when he fell asleep against your shoulder on late night subway rides home. He knew precisely how you took your coffee, automatically grabbing two sugars and a splash of oat milk before you even reached the counter.

Even today was no exception, the easy silence between you holding the kind of familiarity that only comes from a lifetime of shared moments.

You were stretched out on the couch, wrapped in one of Riki’s oversized hoodies that had been sitting in your closet for so long it was basically yours now. Riki was on the floor right beside you, back propped against the base of the sofa, lazily scrolling through his phone.

Without looking up, he reached a hand onto the coffee table, snagged your iced tea, and took a sip before setting it down by his knee.

"Hey," you said, tossing a pillow softly at his head. "That’s mine."

"You weren't drinking it," he replied, not bothering to apologize as he caught the pillow and tucked it behind his back.

He leaned his head back against the edge of the couch, resting it right near your knee. He looked up at you upside down, a faint, familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Jay and Jake said they're heading over in a bit," he said, tapping his screen. "Told them we were just chilling, so they're bringing food."

"Did you tell them to get the good chicken place?"

"Obviously. I'm not an amateur." Riki stretched his long legs out across the rug, shifting a little closer to rest his shoulder against your calf. "Jay said they'd be here in twenty minutes, so enjoy the peace while it lasts."

"Tragic," you murmured, nudging his shoulder with your toe. "We should've locked the door and pretended we weren't home."

"Thought about it," he grumbled, though there was zero heat behind it.

For the next fifteen minutes, it was just the two of you in your element—stealing bites of snacks, tossing inside jokes back and forth, and enjoying the warmth before the apartment got flooded with noise.

When the familiar, loud footsteps finally bounded up the stairwell followed by a heavy knock on the door, Riki let out a dramatically long sigh, but a soft smile flickered across his face as he pushed himself up from the floor to let the guys in.

The front door didn't just open—it flew wide with the usual whirlwind energy Jay and Jake brought everywhere they went. Jay had two large brown paper bags of chicken slung over his arm, while Jake was already kicking off his sneakers at the door, dropping his keys onto the entryway table with a clatter.

"Smells like home!" Jake announced, striding into the living room and immediately dropping his arm over your shoulder to pull you into a quick, side-hug. "Hey, y/n. Riki treating you okay or do I need to take him out?"

"He’s stealing my drinks, but otherwise surviving," you said laughing.

Jay set the heavy takeout bags down on the kitchen counter first before walking over, giving you a quick, warm hug of his own.

"Don't listen to her," Riki grumbled from the kitchen, casually setting a stack of plates and napkins onto the counter. "I'm the victim here."

"Yeah, yeah, victim of your own laziness," Jay teased, grabbing a cup from the cabinet before heading over to flop onto the middle of the couch.

Within five minutes, the quiet living room was completely transformed. The TV was turned on to some random reality show no one was actually watching, the volume low enough to just serve as background noise while everyone dug into the chicken. Jake sprawled on the rug, leaning back against the front of the sofa, while Jay claimed the cushion on the far end.

You dropped back down into your spot on the floor, resting your back against the sofa. A second later, Riki sat down right beside you, handing you an already opened soda before setting a plate of extra sauce between the two of you to share.

For the next half hour, the room was full of easy, loud chatter. You talked about Riki’s disastrous driving test, Jay’s new gym obsession, and a terrible movie you had all seen in theaters months ago. Everyone was laughing, passing food around, and completely relaxed. l

As the food disappeared, Riki leaned back, reaching behind him to grab a blanket that was folded over the arm of the couch. He unrolled it and tossed half of it over your lap before covering his own legs.

Jake, who was in the middle of taking a sip of his drink, paused. His eyes darted from the blanket to Riki, who was currently opening the small side drawer of your coffee table to pull out his phone charger that he kept stored in there.

Jay caught Jake's eye across the table. A tiny, knowing smirk spread across Jay’s face, and Jake lowered his soda, shaking his head with a quiet snort.

"Okay, wait," Jake said, leaning his elbows on his knees as he looked between the two of you. "I need to ask a genuine question."

"If it's about the last piece of chicken, Jay ate it," Riki said, not looking up as he plugged his phone into the wall.

"No, not about the chicken," Jake laughed. He gestured vaguely around the living room. "I’m looking at your clothes on her couch. I’m looking at your phone charger in her drawer. I’m pretty sure your favorite cereal is in her pantry, bro. You pay rent for an apartment three blocks away, but you literally live here."

Jay leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand with a grin. "Honestly. At this point, you two might as well just drop the act and admit you're a couple. It would save everyone a lot of confusion."

Jake nodded in agreement, tossing a napkin at Riki. "Seriously. You guys are basically an old married couple already. Just make it official."

Jake’s comment hung in the air for a second, greeted by Jay’s amused nod as he took another bite of chicken.

You shoved a fry into your mouth, shaking your head before the words even fully registered. "Goodness, no," you scoffed, rolling your eyes with a light laugh. "Don't start with that. We’d kill each other in a week."

Jake threw his head back, laughing out loud. "Hey, I'm just stating facts. The evidence is literally everywhere!"

"Ignore them," Jay joined in, grinning. "They’re in denial."

The joke easily dissolved into the background noise of the room, with Jake and Jay moving on to argue about whatever was playing on the TV a few seconds later. You reached down to grab your soda, chuckling to yourself at how ridiculous they were being.

Beside you, though, Riki hadn't said a word.

He didn't laugh along with the guys, nor did he toss out his usual sarcastic comeback. He just sat there, his fingers lightly gripping his soda can, staring ahead at the screen. His shoulders had stiffened just a fraction, the easy, relaxed posture he’d had all evening suddenly gone.

You glanced over at him, expecting him to be rolling his eyes too, but his mouth was set in a tight, flat line.

"Riki?" you murmured, low enough so only he could hear over Jake and Jay shouting at the TV.

He didn't look at you right away. When he finally turned his head, his eyes were heavy, searching your face with an intense, unreadable expression that made your stomach do a strange, unexpected flip.

"What?" he asked, his voice quiet, devoid of any warmth or humor.

"Nothing... you good?"

"Fine," he said dryly, turning his gaze back toward the TV.

For the rest of the night, the vibe shifted—or at least, it did for Riki. While Jake and Jay kept up the loud banter, Riki became unusually quiet.

He still sat next to you on the floor, but the casual, effortless warmth was replaced by a heavy, prickly silence. When your knees brushed, he didn't lean into it like usual, he just held still, his jaw subtly clenching whenever you spoke or laughed with the other two.

It left a strange, lingering tension in the air—one that only you seemed to notice, leaving you wondering what on earth had just set him off.

The apartment finally began to quiet down around midnight. Jake stretched his arms over his head with a loud yawn, while Jay started gathering the empty takeout boxes and crumpled napkins off the coffee table, tossing them into the trash.

"Alright, I'm heading out," Jay said, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. "Got an early morning tomorrow."

"Yeah, same here," Jake added, grabbing his keys off the entryway table. He flashed a quick grin over his shoulder. "Thanks for letting us crash, y/nnie. See ya later, Riki."

"Yeah, see you guys," you replied, standing up to walk them to the door.

Riki stayed sitting on the floor, barely giving a low nod toward the door as they left. As soon as the front door clicked shut, the sudden silence in the apartment felt heavy—almost suffocating compared to the noise from earlier.

You turned back toward the living room, setting a few glasses down on the counter. "Okay, what is going on with you?" you asked, leaning your back against the edge of the kitchen counter. "You've been acting weird ever since Jay and Jake were here."

"I'm not acting like anything," he said, his voice flat. He was still sitting on the floor, staring down at his phone, but he wasn't actually scrolling.

"Riki, come on. You literally sat there like a statue for the last hour," you said, crossing your arms. You tried for a light, teasing tone to break the ice. "Did someone steal your favorite piece of chicken or something? You look like you're about to fight the wall."

He finally locked his phone screen with an aggressive click and set it down on the rug. "Just drop it."

"No, I’m not gonna drop it," you pushed softly, taking a step toward the living room. "We were having a good night, and then out of nowhere you flipped a switch. Did we do something to annoy you, just tell me."

Riki let out a low, bitter laugh—the kind that didn't have any real humor in it. He tilted his head back against the sofa, looking up at you with narrowed eyes.

"Goodness, no."

The sharp, mocking bite in his tone caught you off guard. You blinked. "What?"

"That's what you said," he quoted, his voice dropping into a low, quiet imitation of your voice from earlier. "Goodness, no. Like the thought of us being together is the most ridiculous, embarrassing thing you could ever imagine."

The confusion on your face shifted into a light scoff as you shook your head, still trying to defuse the sudden wave of anger radiating off him.

"Omg, knock it off!" you said, tossing your hands up. "It isn't that deep, Riki! Jay and Jake were making a dumb joke like they always do. I gave a dumb answer so they'd stop teasing us. It was a joke."

"Well, it wasn't a joke to me," he snapped.

He stood up from the floor. His tall frame suddenly towered over you, erasing the distance between you two until he was standing just a foot away, the shadowy, tense atmosphere of the quiet apartment settling heavy between you.

The sudden intensity in his voice made your laughter die in your throat. He wasn't playing along. He was dead serious.

"Riki—"

He took a slow step closer, looking down at you. All the defensive anger in his posture seemed to drain away, leaving behind something far more vulnerable.

"It sucked hearing you laugh it off like that," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes searched yours. "Because... I actually have thought about it. A lot. So when you said 'goodness, no' like it was the worst idea in the world... yeah. It hit wrong."

The silence in the room stretched out, thick and heavy.

Oh.

Riki stayed standing there for a long moment, his dark eyes searching your face for any kind of answer as the silence between you stretched thin. But when you didn't immediately speak, he let out a low, heavy breath, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze dropped to the floor.

He took your stunned silence as a quiet rejection.

"Forget it," he muttered, his voice dropping into a flat, distant tone. He stepped back, turning toward the living room table to grab his phone and keys with quick, stiff movements. "This was a mistake. I’m just gonna head back to my place."

You stood frozen in the middle of the room, your brain scrambling to catch up. You watched him walk over to the entryway chair, snatching his denim jacket off the back of it and shoving one arm through the sleeve. The sudden, looming reality of him actually leaving made a sharp knot form in your chest.

It wasn't until his hand reached out and touched the cool metal of the front door handle that your body finally moved on pure instinct.

"Riki, wait—"

You closed the distance between you in two strides, reaching out and catching him firmly by the wrist before he could turn the knob.

"Just wait, okay?" you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

You kept your gaze glued strictly to the floor, completely avoiding his eyes as your fingers remained wrapped around his wrist. You gently pulled him away from the front door, steering him back toward the living room. Riki didn't resist, though his arm was tense beneath your touch.

You both sat down on the sofa, leaving a quiet, heavy foot of space between you. Neither of you looked at the other—Riki was staring fixatedly at his own hands resting on his knees, his jaw clenched, while you stared down at the pattern of the rug beneath your feet.

Your head was spinning. The realization settled deep in your chest, a strange mix of absolute shock and a sudden, quiet relief.

You had buried your own feelings for him so deeply for so long—convinced that ruining a years long friendship wasn't worth the risk—that having it all laid out in the open like this felt completely surreal. It was everything you wanted, but processing the sudden shift from best friends to this in a matter of minutes was overwhelming.

Beside you, Riki shifted restlessly. The heavy silence was clearly wearing through his remaining patience.

"So are we just—" he started, turning his head toward you, his voice tight.

"I'm sorry," you cut in quickly, finally turning to face him.

He blinked, catching the genuine softness in your tone.

"I'm sorry," you repeated, your fingers nervously pulling at the hem of his hoodie. "I only said that because... I never thought you felt the same way. It was just an automatic response. It was awkward, the guys were teasing, and I just panicked and said the first thing I could think of to deflect it."

Riki watched you silently as you spoke, the sharp edge in his posture finally melting away. He let out a low, slow breath, rubbing his hand over his face.

"I get it," he said softly, looking back up at you. "I do. Still sucked to hear."

"I know," you whispered. "I'm sorry."

The heavy air between you cleared, leaving behind a raw, magnetic tension that was impossible to ignore. Riki reached out, his long fingers carefully brushing against the side of your face, his thumb softly tracing the line of your jaw. His skin was warm, his dark eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart hammer against your ribs.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice dropping into a low, quiet murmur.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat as you stared at him. For a second, the whole room went completely silent. You looked at the soft curve of his lips, then back up to his eyes—dark, intense, and waiting.

"Yes," you breathed out.

He didn't hesitate. Riki leaned in, closing the small gap between you, his lips pressing against yours in a kiss that was warm, deep, and long overdue. Any lingering hesitation melted instantly. The familiar best friend boundary shattered, replaced by a sudden, surging heat that caught both of you off guard.

You shifted closer, your knee bumping against his leg on the cushion before you awkwardly swung one leg over his lap to straddle him. Riki let out a low, heavy breath against your mouth, his hands instantly coming up to grip your waist, helping pull your hips flush against his.

The kiss deepened, turning messy and breathless. You tangled your fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer as your other hand slid down the side of his neck to the chest of his shirt.

Riki’s hands roamed over your body with a desperate, possessive grip—sliding down from your waist to firmly cup and squeeze your ass, pulling you down into his lap as you began to slowly grind against him.

A quiet gasp escaped your throat as Riki broke the kiss, trailing hot, wet presses down your jawline and burying his face into the crook of your neck. His breath hit your sensitive skin in ragged, heavy hitches, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks as he held you tightly against him.

Riki’s mouth stayed buried against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear as he dragged a slow, deliberate bite that made your hips stutter against him. His hands tightened on your ass, pulling you down harder so you could feel exactly how hard he already was beneath you.

“Goodness, no,” he murmured against your neck, the words low and rough, almost a laugh. “Seriously?”

You tried to answer, but the only sound that came out was a shaky breath when he rolled his hips up into yours.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and still a little sharp with leftover hurt. “That’s what you said. Like the idea of this—” he squeezed your ass again, guiding another slow grind, “—was the dumbest thing you’d ever heard.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“I know.” His voice softened, but the teasing edge stayed. “Still gonna make you take it back.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours while one hand slipped under the hem of your hoodie. Warm fingers skimmed up your bare side, over your ribs, until he found the soft underside of your breast. He cupped you through the thin fabric of your bra, thumb brushing lazily across your nipple until it peaked under his touch.

You arched into his hand with a quiet sound. Riki smiled against your mouth.

He shifted beneath you, then suddenly lifted, turning so your back hit the couch cushions. Your hoodie rode up as he settled between your thighs. He tugged the fabric higher, exposing the soft skin of your stomach. You lifted just enough for him to pull it off completely and toss it aside.

His eyes dragged over you, lingering on the way your chest rose and fell. Then he leaned down and pressed an open mouthed kiss right above the waistband of your shorts.

“Been thinking about this for a long time,” he admitted, voice rough. “Every time you wore my clothes. Every time you stole my drinks. Every time you sat this close and acted like it meant nothing.”

His fingers hooked into the sides of your shorts and underwear together. You lifted your hips, and he dragged both pieces down your legs in one slow pull, dropping them onto the floor. The cool air of the apartment kissed your bare skin for only a second before Riki’s hands were back, spreading your thighs wider.

One thumb stroked slowly along your inner thigh, higher, until it brushed through the already slick folds between your legs. You jerked at the contact. He hummed, almost pleased.

“You’re so wet already,” he murmured. “After acting like you never wanted this.”

You opened your mouth to protest again, but the words dissolved into a sharp inhale when he leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue up through you in one long, deliberate stroke. Your head tipped back against the cushion. “oh fuck—”

Riki made a low, satisfied sound and did it again, slower this time, savoring.

He took his time. Long, thorough licks that started low and ended with a soft suck on your clit. Two fingers slid into you easily, curling just right while his mouth stayed focused higher, tongue working in tight circles that made your thighs tremble around his head.

“Mmm, Riki—” His name slipped out on a whimper as your hips tried to lift. He pinned them down with one forearm, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

He hummed against you, the vibration shooting straight up your spine. Your fingers twisted tighter in his hair.

His fingers worked deeper, stroking that spot inside that made your breath hitch into short, desperate gasps—soft mmphs and half swallowed curses.

“ah—ki, feels so good” Your voice cracked. Legs shaking harder now. “right there—”

Riki felt the way you clenched around his fingers, the desperate little flutter of your hips even with his forearm pinning you down. He slowed, then stopped completely, pulling back just enough that the cool air hit your oversensitive skin.

You made a sharp, frustrated sound at the sudden loss.

He looked up at you, lips shiny, breathing hard. One hand stayed spread low on your stomach, feeling the way you were still pulsing under his palm.

“Not yet,” he said quietly, almost gentle. “Wanna feel you come on my dick first.”

He pushed up from the couch and stood, shoving his pants and boxers down in one rough motion. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip. He wrapped a hand around himself once, stroking slowly while he looked at you still spread out beneath him.

Then he reached for you.

Hands on your hips, he turned you carefully, guiding you until your upper body was draped over the back of the couch,the position left you open and exposed.

Riki stayed standing right behind you, his hands gripping your hips firmly from above as he positioned himself.

You felt the blunt head of him nudge against your entrance. He didn’t push in yet, just dragged the tip up and down through your wetness, teasing until you pushed back against him.

Riki let out a low sound and sank into you in one slow, deep thrust, filling you completely. The stretch made your mouth fall open on a quiet moan. He held you tightly by the waist as he started moving from behind, driving into you with deep, steady strokes that rocked you forward against the cushions.

One of his hands slid around to cup your breast, thumb brushing your nipple in time with every thrust, while the other kept a vice grip on your hip, keeping you locked to his pace.

The wet sound of him moving in and out of you filled the quiet apartment, mixed with the soft, broken noises you couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned from above, his voice rough.

He kept the pace controlled at first, like he was still proving a point. Every time you tried to push back harder to speed him up, he slowed his thrusts just enough to leave you hanging, drawing a desperate whimper out of you.

“Ki, p-please,” you gasped out, your knuckles white as you gripped the couch cushion. “Stop teasing.”

He leaned down over your back, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as his fingers dug possessively into your hip.

"Hold still," he murmured, his voice low, gravelly, and completely smug.

You could only shake your head, already too far gone to form words.

Eventually he pulled out, turning you again so your back was flat against the couch cushions. He settled over you this time, one hand bracing beside your head, the other guiding himself back between your legs. When he pushed in again, the angle was deeper. His hips rolled against yours in a steady, grinding rhythm.

You wrapped your legs around his waist. He leaned down kissing you messy and open mouthed while he fucked you, the teasing edge still there in the way he occasionally pulled almost all the way out just to watch your face when he sank back in.

The rhythm grew harder, more urgent. His eyes locked on your face as he drove into you again and again. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, perfect circles that pushed you right to the edge.

“Riki, I’m—fuck, I’m close,” you brokenly gasped out, your fingers digging into his shoulder as your hips met his.

“Let go,” he murmured against your ear, his voice low, and completely ruined. “I got you.”

You broke with a soft, broken cry, clenching hard around him. Riki followed a few thrusts later, burying himself deep as he came with a low, raspy sound against your neck, hips stuttering through the last waves.

For a long moment neither of you moved. Just breathing, skin damp, hearts racing together in the quiet space.

Riki eventually shifted, rolling back onto his shoulders and taking you with him. His hands wrapped tightly around your waist as he pulled you up on top of him. You collapsed against his chest, your cheek resting right over his racing heart while your legs tangled with his on the couch.

His hand slid up your back, thumb brushing light, soothing circles against your bare skin.

“…Still think we’d kill each other in a week?” he asked, quieter now, almost smiling.

You let out a soft, breathless laugh and shook your head.

ni-ki genuinely gets into sex so much that he’s exhausted at the end, but not nearly as much as you are. he’ll drag himself up off the bed eventually once his heart stops pounding dramatically in his chest, but it’s usually just to lug his heavy limbs to the bathroom. he grabs a washcloth or wipe and will clean you up gently (sometimes too gently and he’ll leave some fluids somewhere that just get nastily sticky overnight but oh well) but after that, nothing else is game until the morning.

he definitely crashes hard once that simple thing is taken care of and you’ve got to wriggle out of his hold to go pee before you fall asleep, but he’s a very good cuddler, that’s for sure. every part of him is pressed to you as you sleep, and it honestly makes the full clean up in the morning a lot more anticipated because of how sticky the two of you still are with sweat when you wake up to an alarm or the morning sun.

but yeah, the shower the morning after is incredible and he claims it’s life changing every single time. well only because he gets to wash your tits and squeeze your ass,  and you wash his hair like he loves.

ni-ki just can’t help his exhaustion and it’s his own fault, but he still tries to make as much of an effort as he can to give you aftercare before the two of you are off to dreamland. he does his best and you’re okay with that, especially with the princess treatment you get before he’s done with you.

⭑.ᐟ b = body part (favorite of theirs and their partner)

ni-ki’s favorite body part of his is his abdomen, specifically his abs and rib area where he’s got his side tattoo and kiss mark tattoo. he’s got an obsession with how it looks in the mirror when he’s shirtless and standing there after a shower, and hey, you love everything about him, but the abs and tattoos get you too.

he’s caught you drooling over the toned muscle and ink before, and it’s certainly not the last time he’ll see that from you. in fact, he’s even offered to let you ride his abs before, one plush thigh surrounding the ink on his right side and the other on his bare left ribcage. god it was an experience for the both of you too. the flexed ridges offered such a great thing to grind up against and every roll of your hips made your eyes roll back as sparks of pleasure exploded in your stomach.

ni-ki absolutely loved it and his own eyes were rolling back watching you. it was a sight to behold and he even came in his pants with how aroused he was at providing you pleasure and just watching as the hard work he’d put in his physique paid off in a way he’d never pictured before you entered his life.

and yes it’s quite obvious, but ni-ki is an ass man and will be until he dies. it’s nothing but obvious with the way he touches the members’ butts so why would he pass up getting to squeeze your cute ass whenever he wants.

it’s just so bouncy and bubbly and he loves it. like he loves it to the point that it’ll be the first body part he’ll kiss after your clothes come off in his room during the beginning of an intense night. and don’t even get him started on when he fucks you in doggy style and can smack your ass freely as the spanking sounds mix with those of wet skin slapping where you two are connected. he’ll even feel you up in public sometimes, just absolutely craving the feeling of touching that supple skin almost like a stress toy. if it wasn’t weird and his hyungs didn’t call him out for it, he’d stick his hand in your butt pockets and hold you there instead of holding his hand.

⭑.ᐟ c = cum (anything to do with cum basically)

oh boy, ni-ki is definitely one of those men who can absolutely just shoot rope after rope of cum for what feels like forever after his orgasm starts. it surprised you when you gave him head for the first time and you had to pull off before you choked on all of his spend, the last few long spurts landing across your cheekbones and neck. some even ended up in your hair, which you forced him to help you wash it out after. that was one of the rare few times that he’s ever actually showered right after any sexual activities because after one or two orgasms unless he’s full of energy, he’s so drained he can hardly get up.

and of course since he’s absolutely an ass man, he loves cumming across your ass if he feels like pulling out or if you make him on your extremely fertile but horny days of your cycle. if not, he does really enjoy cumming inside but it does kinda make a mess, he will admit that.

he also likes seeing you slightly covered in his release after it dries since sometimes he’ll be too tired to get up and clean up with you. it’s almost like a little bit of a brand that he can leave on you, which he’s especially reminded of when he finally cleans the dried streaks off you but they leave a little residue.

⭑.ᐟ d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory)

secretly, ni-ki loves to show his skills off to other people, let it be from your noises as he plows into you or the members actually seeing him roughly fuck you during the few times you two have been walked in on accidentally. there’s just something about it. it’s not quite an exhibitionism kink but it’s more of a prideful thing that he likes to make sure people know sometimes.

those hotel rooms next to his when he’s snuck you in after a long concert have often complained about the noise but he could care less. the company’s used to it at this point and has given up on telling him to quiet down  because they know he’s rebellious about it and loves to defy them as much as he can when it comes to that.

he doesn’t really get off to making you make your noises loud enough for other people to hear, but he’s definitely blown his load early multiple times by thinking about how loud he’s able to make you because he can make you feel just that good.

⭑.ᐟ e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

ni-ki’s learned a lot of what he knows from videos, not from actual women. he’s only had one or two bodies before you, and he doesn’t plan on having any more if you ask him. you’re just too perfect of a girlfriend, inside and out of the bedroom, for him to ever want to break up and find a new girl to satisfy him.

his first time was with another idol his age. both she and him did it together as sort of just a way to get their virginities out of the way so they could say they’d at least done something. they’re still cordial to each other during music show appearances and the end of year award show interactions, but they’re not really close other than that. yes it was awkward and boring and not that pleasurable to be honest, but it was out of their kindness for each other and that’s what it was about.

he’s had maybe one more experience like that, but ni-ki much preferred to just get himself off before you came into his life. it’s just so much more risky to hook up with people, whether it’s another idol or not, and he got even more satisfaction from his own hand and some decent porn so why take the risk.

⭑.ᐟ f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

like i said above, ni-ki’s favorite position is one hundred percent doggy style. he’ll always love getting to stare right at your gorgeously plump ass as he pounds into you, and don’t even get him started about when you arch your back in that position too.

especially when you drop to your elbows and press your tits into the bed while doing this position, ni-ki never fails to blow his load a whole lot faster than he would in any other position. it’s just such a good sight he can’t resist.

and ni-ki swears, the first time that you fucked doggy style, he’s never come harder ever in his entire life. his eyes rolled back and there were spots all in his vision and everything. plus he was shaking like a leaf and whining like a husky the whole time during his orgasm.

⭑.ᐟ g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ni-ki doesn’t tend to be very lighthearted during sex. it’s all very passionate and energetic in almost a rough way at times, but he’s very much locked in to the feelings of arousal and attraction, so he won’t just start laughing or crack a joke in the middle of sex, that’s for sure.

however, he is still the type to chuckle a bit at the beginning if the two of you start off with tussling around in the bed as you trade kisses and dodge around some of them. those are always fun ways to start off a couple of hours in bed with him. it always ends in a more fun night full of pleasure for the both of you only with less bruises from his hands and more hickeys on your neck.

⭑.ᐟ h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

ni-ki tends to give off more carefree vibes, so he probably only trims the hair down there instead of completely shaving or waxing it off. he thinks it’s honestly kind of a waste of his time that he could be spending dancing or doing something with you.

speaking of dancing, he’s also honestly worried that shaving or waxing down there would rub up against his pants and make his skin all irritated and screw up his artistry and all, so that’s also one of his real life reasons that he doesn’t do much other than clean it up a bit every little while. he won’t tell you that he’s too lazy for it but he’d definitely do more if you asked him to get rid of it.

thankfully you haven’t said anything about it so he can just go on with what he’s been doing for years regarding his hair down there, and in turn he really doesn’t care what you do with your bush either. you do prefer to be a little more cleaned up, but that’s also so that you can feel the sensations even better when he’s down between your legs, licking at your core like there’s no tomorrow. it also helps that you like feeling more bare and looking smooth when it comes time for summer and the tiny little bikinis that you wear to the private pool of the dorm building that ni-ki lives in.

⭑.ᐟ i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ni-ki is still pretty young, so he’s not the most intimate compared to passionate and rough. the horny part of his brain tends to take over during any kind of sexual activities that take place between the two of you, but he still treats you well and gives you plenty of orgasms like you deserve. you’re his girl, but he’s not like jay where he treats you like a princess for every second and acts like you might break and you’re super fragile.

all the sweet talk and stuff like that really just doesn’t seem like ni-ki during the deed, but he will whisper some sweet things in your ear during aftercare if he can. he’s a nonchalant gentleman in the streets and a horny freak in the sheets.

⭑.ᐟ j = jack off (how often do they get themselves off? do they jerk off when you're not there?)

you’ve actually asked him if he’s ever gotten a blister on his dick with the way he used to talk about jerking off before he had you. like the man would be jerking it rough and dry twice a day, sometimes even more depending on his free time. yes, he did have lube but ni-ki’s far too into it by the time he’d use it and he leaks enough precum to be just barely avoiding getting any painful sores on his dick from constantly tugging on it.

and yes, he will absolutely still get himself off if he’s off on a tour and you can’t come with him. in fact he’s got a set time every night for you two to call and make yourselves feel good to each other doing so on video call. if you can’t make it, he’s got a whole contingency plan too. there are plenty of pictures, videos, and audios that you two have sexted to each other that he can also get himself off to.

⭑.ᐟ k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

first of all, the man loves to spank you because obvious reasons. that ass jiggles in the most satisfyingly arousing way and makes him cum faster than most anything. if his phone is dead while he’s away, he’ll just close his eyes and think of that ass and he’ll cum in literally less than two minutes. shhh don’t tell anyone but sometimes he’ll even just make you shake it in front of him and then he’ll end up spraying his seed all over the plump, bouncy flesh moments later.

ni-ki also has a bit of a phone sex kink. it means that he can see you all exposed, the sights only for him live, even when he’s halfway across the world from you. sure it’s a very good way for him to release the constant tension and arousal that he gets even when you’re not there, but it only serves as a warm up for the reunion sex when he finally comes back home to you.

also, he most definitely has an audio kink. hearing those sweet little moans come out of your mouth makes him so hard and just fuels his pride and ego even more at being able to satisfy you in an almost overcompensating way. it just tells people that he knows what he’s doing and you feel good, which is his exact mission as a horny boyfriend other than fucking you and having his own pleasure.

⭑.ᐟ l = location (favorite places to do it)

ni-ki can be considered one of the more traditional types of people that loves to fuck in his bedroom in the actual bed, but don’t mistake him for being vanilla when it comes to locations. he’ll fuck you standing up against the wall in his bedroom or even in the shower too. also, the members don’t know this but you two have definitely fucked on the couch in the living room and in the hallway while they were all gone.

for the most part, he enjoys keeping you to himself and locked away in his room, but it’s the noise of it all that he likes to show off no matter if the two of you are kept away from view with the closed and locked door. the bed makes it a lot more comfortable of a place to do numerous positions and round after round, but the other places are fun and enjoyable for you two if it’s just a round or two and then you move off to the comfy bed.

⭑.ᐟ m = motivation (what turns them on/gets them going?)

in general, you’re just a huge turn on for ni-ki because, duh, you’re his hot, attractive girlfriend. however, what attracts him the most about you is your ass obviously. he loves watching it and then getting to touch it, and then by that time he’s already gone, pulsing as his dick fills out to full hardness wherever you two may be.

and then of course when the two of you are going at it, your noises really get him even more turned on (if that’s even possible). the little whimpers and moans that you let out that keep getting louder and louder as he continues to play with you and then when he finally starts thrusting into you make the knot in his stomach so much tighter and his balls draw up so much quicker. he never fails to cum hard and fast with your cute noises.

⭑.ᐟ n = no (something they wouldn't do; turn offs)

considering how much he loves your noises, ni-ki doesn’t like the idea of choking you or using a gag. he wouldn’t be able to hear any of your pretty sounds, and that’s one of his favorite parts of sex (although sex is his favorite in general). also, when it comes to choking you, he’d be more worried that he’d hurt you than aroused. he’s just a lot bigger than you and his strength is a lot at times, and he’d be scared that he’d lose his careful control with his hand(s) around your neck and hurt you more than simply try a new kink.

⭑.ᐟ o = oral (preference in giving/receiving, skill, etc.)

this man absolutely loves oral, almost as much as your ass even. it’s honestly super hard for him to pick whether or not he likes giving or receiving more since he loves the sight of you sucking his dick, on your knees for him as your mouth stretches wide to accommodate his girth, but he also loves hearing those pretty noises in the background of him slurping up all of the arousal and spit that drips from your pussy when he eats you out. 

one thing’s for sure, he’s definitely a head pusher. he’ll even hold your hair back for you in a makeshift ponytail as you go down on him, but don’t mistake that sweetness for him going gentle on you. he’ll straight up fuck your throat and moan and groan at the sound of your gags and gurgles around his dick and he loves it. he’s pretty well endowed too, but you’re used to his size now and can even deepthroat him for a little while before coming back up for a big gasp of air and some coughs from the rough treatment. let’s just say he didn’t last long at all when you did that for the first time.

ni-ki’s insanely talented at giving head for someone that’s only been with two girls before you, and he likes to claim that it’s natural but you know he studied a lot of porn before you two made that step in your relationship to finally become intimate with one another. (he doesn’t exactly remember admitting such, but it was when he was slightly drunk and loose-lipped from several bottles of soju). seriously, you get concerned that he’s going to run out of air down there with the way he keeps himself pressed up against your pussy for what seems like so many minutes at a time, but it’s hard to focus on that when he’s constantly flicking his tongue against your clit and then licking downwards and thrusting the muscle into your soaking wet core. god he was blessed with his oral talents because there’s no way any normal person could make your eyes roll back that much just from getting eaten out.

⭑.ᐟ p = pace (are they fast and rough? or slow and sensual? etc.)

ni-ki is not the sensual type and he’s not going to take things slow, that’s for sure. the second he sinks all the way into you, you know you’re about to get swiftly fucked into the mattress. his patience is very low once his dick has been all the way in your glisteningly wet pussy, and he’s going to set a very passionate pace at which he thrusts into you. he tried to go slow and make things all romantic and drawn out once but he gave up after like five thrusts since it really wasn’t doing that much for either of you. you both love a quick paced fuck and really are used to nothing else.

⭑.ᐟ q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

theoretically, ni-ki would love a good quickie but it’s just too short, as the name implies. yes, he could make that round quick since you never fail to make him cum easily for the most part, but he would not want to stop after just one round. he’s got way too much energy and horniness to get out to stop after just one or two orgasms for the both of you, so he’d be just getting started. the two of you can go round after round, night after night, so this wouldn’t exactly pan out well unless you had at least a few hours to spare.

⭑.ᐟ r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’d be pretty game to experiment with some new things, especially when they involve you and sex (which duh of course so yes absolutely). for anything purely exhibitionist or just plain nasty, he definitely wouldn’t bring it up or want to try it and same for you, but other than that he’d be open to a lot of new things to try out.

ahem, for instance anal play while he fucks you. uh yes please. or even spanking with different toys that would mark up that gorgeous ass of yours and say that he did it to you and you loved it.

⭑.ᐟ s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

his stamina is genuinely insane but you do a pretty good job of keeping up with him. like seriously the man can go for hours upon hours without getting tired thanks to the years of dancing and the stamina that it has given him in turn. he won’t get tired after hours of dancing plus hours of fucking. your personal record for rounds is like seven or eight but that was after an adrenaline filled night when the boys won the daesang at one of the biggest k-pop award shows in asia. on a regular night after ni-ki gets home from work or random rehearsals, you average about four rounds give or take.

however, you’re genuinely so attractive to him that he can bust a nut in anywhere from five minutes to thirty minutes. those rounds where he tries to hold it for longer really impress both him and you because you tend to make each other cum fairly quickly, but a lot of times after another.

⭑.ᐟ t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ni-ki doesn’t actually own any toys and he hasn’t anytime in his life so far. he’s always been seen as the baby to his members until when the two of you started getting a little more careless to when you were vocal while fucking around the dorm or any hotels that they’re all staying at. he just never had the correct timing to get any, plus he always felt like what he did for himself or for you was working without having to buy a toy to help.

he does think that it might be a bit fun to experiment with some toys like a paddle or cock ring or even a vibrator for you in the future, but right now he’s pretty satisfied with his sex life without them. (all he would have to do though is walk right next door to heeseung’s room and the older man would surely have something to share, that’s for sure).

⭑.ᐟ u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

in a perfect world, ni-ki would love to tease you some to work you up before the foreplay and fucking even started, but he is not the patient saint he is in his dreams of playing with you. he just gets far too worked up far too quickly and if he doesn’t get his dick in your hole quick enough, his cock will tell his brain that it’s going to fall off without being in that warm, wet heaven of your pussy.

but if he was at least somewhat patient, he’d love to just blow on your clit and folds as he gently teased his fingers around your core, teasing you with his light touch as he watched your hole clench and leak slick as you begged him for more and more. honestly he could probably cum in his pants just at the sight and sound of that.

⭑.ᐟ v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ni-ki can actually be pretty loud, but he doesn’t realize it until the hyungs or you mention it. he lets out deep, breathy moans that turn into higher-pitched, airy whines as he gets closer and closer to cumming, and you love those noises so much. in fact, they fuel the noises that you let out, which is what he’s only paying attention to. he certainly contributes to the noise complaints that you get, but he absolutely wants your noises to be the start of the show whether or not that’s actually true based on what can be heard outside of the room.

⭑.ᐟ w = wild card (a random thing about them)

once, ni-ki had been considering asking heeseung to have a threesome with you two. he’d heard quite a few things about how talented he was and wanted to use that to make you feel even more pleasure than he could give, but you talked him out of it since it was becoming an obsession of his that turned his thoughts against his incredible pleasuring skills instead. you told him that you could talk about it later, when ni-ki was more self-confident in himself and less selfless about his pleasure because you wanted him to want it for himself too, not just you.

⭑.ᐟ x = x-ray (let's see what's going on in those pants...how big are they?)

as they say, with height comes big dick and ni-ki is definitely a human embodiment of it. he’s around eight inches hard (20 cm for the metric people) and he’s pretty girthy too, although the length is what outdoes most other dicks. it’s a pretty big stretch for you still, even after a year and a half of being intimate with one another, but he’s just the right size to make the stretch oh so worth it. you’re often sore after a night with him, but it’s a good sore left from feeling so full and satisfied from him.

⭑.ᐟ y = yearning (how high is their sex drive? how often do they wanna do it?)

if this man could have sex with you twice a day every day, multiple rounds every time, he would. he is just that pent up and horny and he loves your body and you so so much. you are his stress relief and intimate partner and he would rather have nobody else. if you didn’t want to fuck, he’d respect your boundaries and tuck you into bed or send you on your way wherever you had to go, but you bet he’d be jerking it in the shower for at least thirty minutes after doing that.

⭑.ᐟ z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he can fall asleep pretty quickly after you two wrap up the hours of sex that you love to have during the late evening, but that’s because it’s also how he purposefully tires himself out and makes the both of you feel so pleasured and satisfied at the same time. ni-ki does his best to stay awake at least to give you some aftercare like getting up and grabbing a damp cloth to clean you up in between your legs and getting you up sometimes to make sure you go pee and avoid any UTIs, but otherwise he’s out as soon as he gets the chance to lay back and snuggle up with you. he doesn’t mind at all the sticky sweat that’s cooling on your bodies since you two always shower it off in the morning, so nothing keeps him from falling into slumber once the little bit of aftercare he knows he needs to give you is done.

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