#evaluvz

warnings: 18+, handjob, smut, m!riki x m!reader. masterlist

"You're such an idiot sometimes," Ni-ki muttered, running a hand through his hair as he paced the length of the hotel room. The air had tension, the kind that clung to skin like static after a storm.

The argument had started over something stupid—some offhand comment you'd made, some careless joke that Niki took the wrong way. But it had spiraled, sharp words traded like blows until neither of you could remember what the hell you were even fighting about. Now, the silence between you was heavier than the shouting had been.

You leaned against the edge of the bed, arms crossed, watching him move. His jaw was tight, frustration rolling off him in waves, but there was something else underneath it—something hotter, sharper. Something that made your pulse jump despite the anger still simmering in your chest.

Niki stopped pacing abruptly, turning to face you. His eyes were dark, intense in a way that made your breath catch. "You know what?" he said, voice low. "I'm done talking."

Before you could reply, he closed the distance between you in two quick strides. His hands were on your waist, fingers digging in just hard enough to make you gasp—and then his mouth was on yours, hungry and demanding, swallowing any protest you might’ve had.

You barely had time to process the sudden shift—one moment, the air between you was thick with unresolved tension, the next, Niki’s body pressed flush against yours, his kiss searing away the last of your resistance.

His tongue slid against yours, hot and insistent, and you groaned into his mouth, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt. The anger was still there, simmering beneath your skin, but it had twisted into something else entirely, something desperate and electric.

Niki broke the kiss just long enough to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it aside with a frustrated grunt. His chest heaved, skin flushed, and you didn’t hesitate—your palms skated up his torso, nails scraping lightly over his ribs just to hear him hiss.

“You’re such a brat,” he muttered, but there was no bite to it now, just a rough edge of want. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants, dragging you forward until you stumbled into him, your hips slotting together with a delicious friction that made both of you shudder.

The bed hit the backs of your knees a second later, Niki pushing you down onto the mattress with a force that bordered on possessive. He climbed over you, knees bracketing your thighs, and leaned down to nip at your jawline, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he breathed, voice ragged, and you arched into him, gasping when his hand slid between your bodies to palm you through your pants. The pressure was maddening, teasing, and you bucked against his touch, earning a low, satisfied chuckle from him. “Yeah? That what you want?”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, not when his fingers were already working your belt open with practiced efficiency. The cool air hit your skin as he tugged your pants down just enough to free you, his grip firm as he stroked you once, twice—slow, torturous drags of his palm that had you biting back a whimper. Niki watched you with half-lidded eyes, his own arousal evident in the way his hips jerked slightly against yours, the heat of him pressing through the fabric of his jeans. “Say it,” he demanded, thumb swiping over the head of your cock just to hear you choke. “Tell me you’re sorry.”

The laugh that tore out of you was breathless, ragged. “Fuck you,” you managed, even as your hips stuttered into his touch. Niki’s grin was sharp, predatory, and before you could brace yourself, he was sinking down, taking you into his mouth with a filthy, wet heat that punched the air from your lungs.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, but he only hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard enough to make your vision blur. The argument, the anger—none of it mattered now, not with the way he was working you over, not with the way he glanced up through his lashes, dark eyes locking onto yours as if to say, *I win*. And god, maybe he did.

Ni-ki pulled off with a wet pop, lips glistening, and your hips jerked uselessly into the empty air. He smirked at the way your breath came in ragged gasps, fingers still tangled in his hair, tugging in silent demand. "So impatient," he murmured

,voice rough, thumb swiping lazily over the head of your cock just to watch you twitch. His grip tightened at the base, squeezing just enough to make your toes curl, the pressure toeing the line between pleasure and pain. "You don’t get to come yet."

You groaned, head falling back against the mattress as he ducked down again, tongue tracing the vein along the underside in a slow, torturous path. Every nerve felt alight, oversensitive and desperate, but Ni-ki kept his pace agonizingly slow, alternating between soft licks and sharp sucks that had your thighs trembling.

Just when the coil in your gut began to tighten, he pulled away again, leaving you achingly empty. "Ni-ki—" you whined, voice breaking, but he only chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

"You don’t get to beg yet, either," he said, fingers tracing idle circles over your hipbone. His breath was hot against your skin, and you could feel him grinning when you jerked at the sensation. "You pissed me off, remember?" As if to emphasize his point, he dragged his teeth lightly over the same spot, just shy of biting, and you swore under your breath.

The third time he took you into his mouth, you were shaking, fingers clutching at the sheets as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard enough to make your back arch off the bed. The heat was unbearable, the slick slide of his tongue relentless, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge—only for Ni-ki to pull off abruptly, leaving you gasping. "Fuck," you choked out, chest heaving. "Please—"

Ni-ki sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with satisfaction. "There it is," he murmured, crawling up your body until his face hovered inches above yours. His breath was warm against your lips, and you could taste yourself on him when he kissed you, slow and filthy. "Say it properly."

"Fuck—Ni-ki, I'm gonna—" The words tumbled out of you in a broken gasp, fingers twisting in the sheets as pleasure coiled tight in your gut, white-hot and unbearable. Ni-ki didn't relent, his mouth working you over with ruthless precision, tongue dragging along the underside of your cock in a way that had your hips jerking off the bed.

When you came, it was with a choked cry, back arching as he swallowed you down, throat working around you until you were shuddering through the aftershocks, oversensitive and trembling.

“you look so cute like this” he teased,

You barely had the energy to swat at him, limbs still boneless from the aftershocks, but Ni-ki caught your wrist easily, pressing your palm to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. The gesture was unexpectedly tender, softening the edges of the moment, and you exhaled a shaky laugh. "You're insufferable," you muttered, but there was no bite to it—just exhaustion and something dangerously close to fondness.

Ni-ki rolled his eyes, but his fingers were gentle as they traced idle patterns over your hip. "Yeah, yeah," he said, pushing himself up off the bed. "Come on, let's shower. You're disgusting." The insult was undercut by the way he tugged you upright, hands steadying you when your legs nearly gave out, and you leaned into him with a groan.

The shower was cramped, steam curling around you both as Ni-ki crowded you under the spray, his body warm and solid against your back. His hands were methodical as they worked shampoo through your hair, fingers massaging your scalp in a way that had you leaning into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. "You're still pissed at me, aren't you?" you mumbled, tipping your head back to rinse the suds away.