GETAWAY - Ni-ki
pairing : niki x black!fem!reader — genre : smut and fluff , slow burn kind of — requested: no - warnings: a lil nasty
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The sun dipped low over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as Enhypen's private jet touched down on the secluded airstrip of Isla Paradiso, a luxurious beach cabana resort accessible only to the elite. The group—Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Niki—had been granted this exclusive getaway as a reward for their grueling world tour. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the air hummed with the promise of relaxation. Niki, the youngest at 20, felt a thrill of freedom as they piled into golf carts that whisked them to their oceanfront cabanas.
That night, the resort's club pulsed with low-key energy—soft reggae beats mixing with the crash of waves, fairy lights strung between cabanas, and a crowd of affluent guests mingling under the stars. Niki slipped away from his members, craving a moment alone. He leaned against the bar, sipping a virgin piña colada, when he noticed her. Yn, with her rich brown skin glowing under the lights, laughed with a small group of friends. Her curls cascaded down her back, and her sundress hugged her curves in a way that made his pulse quicken. She caught his eye, and something electric passed between them.
Emboldened, Niki approached. "Mind if I join? I'm Niki," he said, his voice smooth despite the nerves fluttering in his chest. Yn turned, her full lips curving into a smile that lit up her dark eyes. "Yn. And sure, the more the merrier." They talked effortlessly—about the island's hidden coves, her love for spontaneous adventures, his passion for dance. Laughter flowed as easily as the drinks, and soon the music pulled them to the dance floor. Niki extended his hand, and Yn took it, her fingers warm against his. They moved together to the rhythmic sway of the bass, bodies brushing close in the humid night air. His hand settled on her waist, guiding her hips as she rolled against him, the friction sending sparks through his veins. She laughed when he spun her playfully, her curls whipping around, and he pulled her back in, their chests pressing together. The dance was intimate, charged with unspoken desire, her breath hot on his neck as they grinded slowly, lost in the moment.
"Walk with me?" Niki asked as the club thinned out. Yn nodded, and they strolled along the moonlit beach, toes sinking into the warm sand. Conversation turned personal—dreams, fears, the loneliness of fame for him, the thrill of travel for her. At his cabana door, the tension snapped. He pulled her close, lips brushing hers tentatively at first, then deepening as she melted into him. "Come inside," he murmured against her mouth.
The cabana was a haven of luxury: king-sized bed draped in white linens, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sea, the sound of waves a constant lullaby. Niki's hands roamed her body slowly, unzipping her dress with reverence, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in lace panties, her full breasts bare and inviting. He traced the curve of her hips, his breath hitching. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, kissing down her neck, across her collarbone. His tongue flicked over her nipple, drawing a soft gasp from her as he sucked gently, then harder, feeling it pebble under his mouth.
Yn tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his toned chest, the result of endless dance practices. They undressed each other piece by piece, skin meeting skin in the dim lamplight. Niki guided her to the bed, laying her on her stomach, his lips trailing kisses along her spine. He paused to massage her shoulders, thumbs kneading the tension away, before his hands slid lower, cupping her ass and spreading her cheeks slightly. His hard cock pressed against her thigh as he ground slowly, building the heat. "God, your skin is perfect," he said, voice husky. His fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her wet pussy, stroking her folds until she moaned softly. He circled her clit with deliberate pressure, then slipped two fingers inside, curling them to hit that spot that made her buck against the mattress.
"You like that, pretty?" Niki asked, pumping his fingers slowly, his thumb rubbing her clit in tandem. Yn nodded into the pillow, her hips lifting to meet his hand. He withdrew, positioning himself behind her, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. He entered her inch by inch, savoring the tight warmth enveloping him, pausing halfway to let her adjust, kissing the small of her back. Yn arched her back, pushing back to take him deeper, and he groaned at the sensation. Niki set a slow rhythm, thrusting deep and deliberate, his hands gripping her hips. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. Each stroke was sensual, his body covering hers, the slap of skin muffled by the sheets. He pulled her up slightly onto her knees, one hand sliding to her clit, circling it as he fucked her from behind, the angle letting him hit deeper.
"You sound so sexy when you moan like that," Niki praised, his pace steady, drawing out her pleasure. Yn gasped, her walls clenching around his cock. "Pretty girl, taking me so well." His words washed over her like the tide, making her tremble. He varied his thrusts—long and slow, then short and teasing—watching her ass jiggle with each movement. Sweat slicked their bodies, and he reached around to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. The intimacy built languidly, breaths mingling as he nipped at her earlobe. "Tell me how it feels," he urged, his voice low and commanding.
"So good... so full," Yn whimpered, grinding back against him. Niki's hand returned to her clit, rubbing faster now, matching the building intensity. She cried out, her body tensing. "Daddy, please... harder." The word slipped out in the heat, and Niki's eyes darkened with lust. "That's it, baby," he murmured, increasing his thrusts just enough, pounding deeper without losing the sensual roll of his hips. He felt her pussy fluttering, close to the edge. "Come for me, pretty. Cream on my shit," he growled, the dirty command pushing her over.
Yn shattered with a cry, her pussy pulsing around his cock, juices coating him as she came hard. Niki kept thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was shaking. Only then did he let go, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her, filling her with hot cum, his groans mixing with hers. They collapsed together, tangled and spent, his arms wrapping around her as the waves sang them to sleep.
The next morning, Niki woke alone, the sheets cool where Yn had been. Panic flickered—he hadn't gotten her number in the haze of passion. He threw on shorts and a tee, heart racing as he stepped out into the morning sun. First, he checked the beach path they'd walked, scanning the shoreline for any sign of her, but it was empty save for early joggers. Disappointment gnawed at him, so he headed to the resort's main dining area, weaving through tables laden with tropical breakfasts. He asked the waiter discreetly, "Have you seen a woman with long curls, maybe in a sundress? We met last night." The man shook his head, and Niki moved on, frustration building.
Next, the infinity pool—its edge blending seamlessly with the ocean. He circled the loungers, peering at every face, his members spotting him from afar and calling out jokes about his 'mystery girl.' Niki ignored them, checking the spa entrance nearby, where guests emerged wrapped in towels. Nothing. By mid-morning, sweat beaded on his forehead from the heat and anxiety. He rented a bike and pedaled to the quieter coves, stopping at each to search the sands and hammocks strung between palms. His mind replayed the night—her laugh, her touch—fueling his determination. Lunchtime found him at the beach bar, nursing a coconut water while grilling the bartender. "Dark skin, beautiful smile?" Still no luck.
Afternoon dragged as he hit the yoga pavilion, the snorkeling dock, even the small boutique shop for souvenirs. His phone buzzed with texts from Jay asking where he was, but Niki silenced it, focused. Finally, as the sun climbed high, he approached the infinity pool again, determined for one last sweep. There she was, lounging with a book, her bikini accentuating her curves. Relief flooded him as he approached. "Hey, stranger. Thought I lost you."
Yn looked up, surprise melting into a grin. "Niki! I didn't want to wake you." They spent the rest of the day together—snorkeling in crystal waters, sharing fresh fruit under a cabana, talking about everything and nothing. As the sun set, their hands intertwined, and the flirtation deepened into something real. "Last night was incredible," Niki confessed over dinner, his thumb stroking her palm. "But this... getting to know you... it's even better."
Yn's heart swelled. "I feel it too." The remaining days blurred into a romantic haze: lazy mornings in bed, exploring hidden lagoons, stolen kisses under the stars. They shared stories of their lives—his idol struggles, her dreams of writing travel blogs. Laughter and touches wove them closer, turning lust into affection.
When the trip ended, the goodbye at the airstrip was bittersweet. "This isn't the end," Niki promised, pulling her into a fierce hug. "Text me every day?" Yn nodded, tears pricking her eyes as she watched his plane lift off.
Back in their separate countries—him in Seoul, her in the States—they kept their word. Late-night calls turned into video dates, flirty texts into heartfelt confessions. "I miss your laugh," he'd say, or "Can't stop thinking about that beach." Weeks stretched into months, but the connection only grew.
Finally, Niki couldn't wait any longer. He arranged a surprise: a first-class ticket to Korea. When Yn stepped off the plane at Incheon, he was there, flowers in hand, his smile brighter than the city lights. "Welcome home," he said, kissing her deeply.
Their date was perfect—a private hanok dinner overlooking the Han River, lanterns floating like stars. They walked hand-in-hand through Namsan Tower, locking a love padlock with promises etched inside. As they returned to his apartment, the night reignited their passion, but now laced with love. Niki held her close, whispering, "You're my everything," as they moved together, bodies and hearts entwined.













