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[only4nrkkiii]

I hated you less at 2AM ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⋮ ⌗ ┆in which: You and Riki have never gotten along. And when I mean “never” as in NEVER. You both hated each other, not in a cute “pretending to hate each other” way. You genuinely hate each other. Every conversation led to dumb arguments and sarcastic responses. But one late afternoon, another argument broke out between you two. It wasn’t the typical ‘petty’ ‘unserious’  argument, it was more heated and serious—which led to harsh words being spit out to one another. The guilt continues to eat you up at midnight, so you did the unexpected. You called him at 2AM to apologize—and you somehow realized that he wasn’t that bad at all. 

⋮ ⌗ ┆pairings: enemy!riki x fem!reader

⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: fluff, slightly angst, smut, cursing, mean words, stupid banter, y/n is careless and riki is kinda a meanie, public humiliation, use of alcohol, smut (mdni!), unprotected sex (p in v), rough sex, fingering, neck kisses, nipple play, oral sex (f. receiving), spitting, dry humping, missionary, dirty talk (?), praise, degradation, orgasm, kinda soft dom!riki, sub!fem!reader, petnames ”baby” , ”angel”, “good girl”, ni-ki addressed as riki midway, enemies to ?

⋮ ⌗ ┆a/n: Hello everyone! This is my first story to be published. It’s a bit long and I apologize huhu.  I’m a little bit nervous and excited about this one, and I hope you enjoy it. I posted an introduction to my blog, click here to check it out!

⋮ ⌗ ┆word count: 15.6k (im sorry!)

⋮ ⌗ ┆NOT PROOFREAD!

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“And the last pairs for this task are Nishimura and [Your last name].”

A disbelief scoff left your lips after Professor Kim announced the list of pairs for the assignment. 

Seriously? Him?

You thought, your eyes diverting to the left side of the lecture hall where he sat. Your eyes are boring at the back of his honey-blonde bleached hair. He ran a hand down his face, looking defeated as well. (The audacity)

“You have 4 days to accomplish this easy task. I expect this work to be completed on Monday before I enter here. Class is dismissed.”

You were never a fan of physics. You dislike how one small mistake affects the entire equation. Every question sounds like riddles and every formula looks the same. At this point, it makes you question if you’re actually stupid. And being paired up with him made you hate it more.

You’re already getting annoyed just by the thought of working together. You two won’t even last a minute without throwing hands. You hate him to death, and he does too; everyone knows it. 

Everything about him felt effortlessly annoying, from the smug, arrogant look on his face to the sarcastic responses or comments he made that always somehow got under your skin. His voice alone was enough to piss you off and make your eyes roll. He was the type of person who could irritate you without even trying, and you hate how you always fall for his bait. You hate everything about him, from the way he coincidentally appeared in places you were. It felt like the universe was playing with you and enjoyed seeing you suffer. You hate how everything feels like a competition with him, every conversation with him turns into a challenge neither of you want to give up. You hate that stupid arrogant look of his whenever you two argue—a twist of irritation curling through you as you watch his jaw clench, tongue rolling inside his cheek before he lets out a scoff,  glancing away, then back at you. He carried himself like he thinks he’s better than everyone else, and honestly? Maybe that’s what pisses you off the most. You believe that he only existed to make your life miserable. And one of them is having the same class as him, but you’re grateful that it’s only one class which is one hour of physics. 

A defeated sigh escaped your lips. As everyone got up to leave the lecture hall, you packed your belongings in your backpack. You slung the straps of the bag on your shoulders, ready to leave. 

As you turned around, you suddenly glanced at Ni-ki without meaning to. Your eyes stayed on him, he was getting up, slinging the strap of the black shoulder bag over his shoulder. He wore a light brown baggy jeans paired with a black belt, a grey hoodie with black top underneath, chains on his neck and silver chrome hearts wrapped around his fingers. He looked annoyingly good and dressed himself well, you can’t deny that. He’s always walking down hallways like it’s a fashion runway. 

He was talking with his friend, Jake, laughing. His voice was deep while his shoulders shook from laughing. His grin was so wide that it made his onyx eyes disappear; he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back. 

And as if he sensed someone looking at him, he slowly diverted his gaze towards your direction. Your eyes met his. His grin slowly faded and his expression shifted to irritation. You rolled your eyes before walking towards him. He said something to Jake before Jake looked at you two, then nodded and left the two of you. 

You stopped in front of him, arms crossed and head slightly tilted back to meet his gaze. He slipped his hands inside the pocket of his jeans and stared down at you, a deep sigh escaping his lips before he furrowed his eyebrows lightly. Neither of you speak for a while, just staring down at each other, judging each other. He scoffed and shook his head lightly before another sigh left his lips and straightened his posture.

“What do you want, Y/n?”

His deep voice cuts through the silence, sounding bored and irritated. Which irritated you more, as if you wanted to talk to him. You let out a sharp scoff.

“Believe me, talking to you was not part of my plans today.”

“Then why are you talking to me?”

His voice was dry and sharp, slightly mocking, which only irritated you even more.

“Well, smarty pants. Apparently, we’re partners for this physics report.”

You spoke, tilting your head to the side because your neck was feeling sore from looking up at him. But you still maintained eye contact. He just stared blankly at you, like it didn’t bother him. 

“I know.”

“It doesn’t look like you knew.”

You replied, it earned a disbelief scoff from him. 

“We’re literally in the same class, Y/n. I’m not deaf to hear that I’m partnered with the most annoying person in this uni.”

His response made your jaw drop, disbelief flashing across your face.

“You’re actually insane, Ni-ki.”

He just gave you a nonchalant shrug, gripping the strap of his shoulder bag, fixing his posture. 

“We done here? Yeah?”

He nodded his head, flashing you a sarcastic smile with his lips pressed together. He moved to walk past you, but you immediately stepped in front of him again, blocking his way.

“We’re not done here,” You argued “We still have the physics report.”

Ni-ki rolled his eyes, letting out a long, deep, irritated sigh. He tilted his head back dramatically before letting out a groan.

“It’s lunch break, Y/n, for fuck’s sake.”

A scoff left your lips, you took a small step forward, arms still crossed tightly.

“Oh, I’m sorry that I’m consuming your lunch break, you big back.” You retorted, mocking. “But, the report isn’t gonna magically finish itself. Although, I hope it will.” 

“It’s due next week.”

“I know, but I don’t trust you to start it last minute.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, eyes narrowing instantly. He just stared at you for a few seconds before he rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” He sighed in defeat. “Library after class.”

You blinked once, then a few more times, slightly surprised he agreed that quick.

“What?”

“What? What?” He mocked as he made a face. “Don’t sound so surprised, I want this done too.”

He gripped the strap of his shoulder bag again, stepping closer to lightly brush against your shoulder. He was standing close to you, you could sense your body tensing and heart racing  at the sudden closeness. You could practically smell his scent, a blend of clean laundry mixed with a cedarwood fragrance–earthy and masculine. He smelled undeniably good. 

“And move,” He muttered. “You’re blocking my path like a traffic cone.”

You stared back at him for a few seconds before letting out an offended scoff.

“Excuse me?”

“Well you’re standing there looking like one.”

Your jaw clenched instantly, your hand forming into a fist.

“You’re actually the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

The edge of his mouth curled upwards, an amused and cocky smirk. 

“And yet you keep talking to me.”

You were ready to retort something back, but he interrupted you.

“Library after class,” He repeated “Don’t be late.”

“See you later, Y/n.”

He flashed you that smirk one last time before walking past you. A huff left your lips,  you whipped your head around, watching his figure as he walked away. 

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After class, you made your way to the library, just like Ni-ki told you. You pushed the door open and were greeted by the quiet atmosphere, broken only by the comforting familiarity of the library: the smell of books, the sound of pages being turned, students hunched over their laptops, fingers tapping the keyboards, and whispered conversations. 

You gripped the strap of your backpack while your eyes scanned the place. Your eyes finally landed on him, sitting in the corner of the library. His hand raised in the air so you could see him. You gave a small nod in return and made your way towards him.

You stopped in front of him, his laptop was already open on the table, notes spread out beside it. You raised an eyebrow at him, surprised—you didn’t expect him to be this prepared and serious. 

“Didn’t expect you to be so prepared.” A chuckle left your lips as you dragged the chair next to you before placing your bag down, and took a seat across from him.

He blinked, glancing down at the notes on the table before a chuckle left his lips.

“Prepared? Nah, I just borrowed Jake’s notes.”

“Obviously.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You pulled your laptop out and set it on the table.

“Alright, let’s get this started.” He sighed, straightening his back before leaning forward to his laptop. You nodded in response. 

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Working with Ni-ki was actually easier than you expected. He cooperated well and did his part excellently. Although, stupid banters were unavoidable. The two of you kept bickering—according to him, your part looked like it had been copied and pasted, while you insisted that his part included irrelevant parts. 

“At least learn how to paraphrase, Y/n. This really looks like it has been copied and pasted.”

“God forbid a girl who actually writes well. Unlike someone here.”

“Excuse me? I write mine very well.”

“You have way too many irrelevant points.”

“A lot is better than barely any.”

“Oh my god, we’re so gonna fail this.”

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Campus quad is one of your go-to places whenever you’re academically stressed or burn-out. It’s an open area, grass all around and trees dotted throughout, creating a refreshing atmosphere. Students were present all around, doing their thing; some were heading towards the other building for class, while others were on grass, either doing schoolwork or chatting with friends. It’s a nice change of scenery after being engrossed in your studies and dedicating your weeks in lecture halls or libraries. 

And that’s why you’re here right now; you luckily found an unoccupied bench. With your legs crossed, your bag beside you, and your laptop resting on your lap. You decided to add more points in the report, so here you are.

You glance through files trying to find the shared document you have with Ni-ki. Frustration started to build up when you couldn’t find it, you scrolled, checked every folder, yet it was missing. Then, anxiety slowly crept in as you realized that you don’t have a backup copy of that document if you ever lost it. 

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath, stood up and slid your laptop inside your backpack before tossing the strap over your shoulders. You went straight to go find Ni-ki and ask him just in case, and prayed that he has a backup one. 

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“What?”

Ni-ki’s voice is sharp as he stares at you blankly. You notice his jaw clenching and his thick eyebrows knitting together. You were so screwed and you knew it. He halted, the bitten cheeseburger in his grasp, his left cheek stuffed with the food as he stared  at you intensely, waiting for you to tell him it was a prank.

“I-I couldn’t find the document.” You repeated, stammering, looking at him anxiously while fidgeting your fingers on your lap.

“What do you mean ‘you couldn’t find it’? Where did you save it?” He leaned forward, dropping his cheeseburger onto the tray in front of him, the stuffed food that had been in his cheeks were gone, now intent and staring at you sharply.

You swallowed a hard lump before opening your mouth to speak again.

“I saved it in one of my folders for academics. I swear I did. But, it wasn’t there, Ni-ki.”

He scoffed, in complete disbelief. He glanced away before he leaned back against the chair. He muttered something inaudible under his breath while he covered his eye with one hand.

“That’s why I’m here asking if you have a backup one-”

“No, I don’t, Y/n.” He cuts you off, removing the hand off of  his eyes, and stares at you with a disbelieving look. “Are you aware that this is due tomorrow?”

“Yes-”

“And you decided to lose it?”

“I saved it-”

“Well, clearly you didn’t, Y/n. I can’t believe how irresponsible you are.” He shakes his head, his voice is so sharp that it causes a few people nearby to look over.

The dryness in your throat made it hard for you to utter a word. The guilt twisting uncomfortably in your stomach. 

“I-I said I was sorry-”

“Sorry?”

“And what exactly does your sorry fix?” His voice was low but harsh enough to make your face twist. 

“That document is the only thing we have. You have that document, and you didn’t even consider duplicating it or what?” He grimaced in frustration, tilting his head, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowed.

“I didn’t think I would lose it! Okay?” You snapped, feeling both frustrated and suffocated by him. 

“You didn’t think?” a harsh laugh escaped his lips “God, Y/n. Do you even use your brain?” He shot back, you could feel the embarrassment crawl up your neck as more people kept glancing at you two.

“You don’t have to talk to me like that.” Your voice came out quietly and somewhat unsteady, your nails digging into your palms as you glared at him. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by how his voice is grabbing people’s attention and the way he speaks to you.

“Like what? Like you’re stupid? You are though?” He scoffed humorlessly. It made your stomach drop, your nails pressing harder into the skin of your palm, your body trembling slightly.

“What the actual fuck, Ni-ki?” A humorless laugh escaped your lips.

“What? It’s true, right?” 

“Because of you, we have to redo everything before tomorrow.”

“We’re screwed because of how careless you are.” He pointed at you, teeth gritting together.

“I know you hate me, Y/n.” He leaned back against the chair.

“But, do you really have to go this far? Do you enjoy dragging me down with you?” A humorlessly scoff left his lips, staring at you intensely.

Your expression slowly drops at his words; you just stare at him with a touch of disbelief.

“Is that what you really think of me? That I would drag you down just because I hate you?”

“Yeah.” He nodded without any hesitation.

“You’re such an asshole, Ni-ki.” You shake your head in astonishment, standing up and grabbing your belongings

“Oh, now I’m an asshole? You’re gonna play the victim now, Y/n?” He got to his feet, you slung the strap of the backpack over one shoulder, gripping the strap firmly.

“First, you sabotaged our report and now you’re playing the victim? Damn.”

“Is this something you always do, Y/n” He stepped closer towards you. “When everything goes wrong because of YOU, you leave and expect people to feel bad about something that’s your fault.”

That one made your breath hitch quietly.

Not because it was the truth—but because that was his perception of it.

You bit the inside of your cheeks, sensing the tears that were beginning to form in your eyes, your throat felt tight. You just stared at him quietly for a few seconds, hurt slowly replacing the anger on your face.

And Ni-ki seemed to notice it, the irritation in his face slowly faltered slightly. 

“You know what’s crazy, Ni-ki?” You managed to speak, attempting to regain your composure. “I came here already feeling guilty.”

“I-I know it was my fault for losing the document. I messed up, I know that.” You stuttered slightly from frustration. “But, I didn’t expect you to act like this. I know you’re mad, and you have every right to be.”

“But somehow? You consistently find a way to make me feel like I’m some horrible person rather than someone who simply made a mistake. 

Silence fell in the air, you just stared at him, working to maintain your posture. You could see the shift in his expression, his jaw tightening, eyebrows gradually relaxing, and the fierceness in his eyes gone, now replaced by guilt?

You heaved a deep sigh and looked away, shaking your head.

“Forget it.”

You muttered, slowly taking a step back. “Don’t worry, I’ll redo the report myself.” You flashed him a brief strained smile before averting your gaze and finally turning away from him. Then you began walking away.

“Y/n-”

He attempted to call you out, but you had already started to step away from him.  And all he could do was stare at your back as you slowly disappeared, while the guilt ate him up, and realization hit him. He clenched his jaw and scratched the back of his head in frustration, cursing under his breath.

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“Fuck this shit.” You cursed under your breath, throwing your phone on your bed before plopping down beside it. The bed creaked as the mattress dipped. A heavy sigh escaped your lips while you stared at the ceiling of your dorm unit.

The argument earlier kept bothering you. You couldn’t stay still because it still troubled you; you still felt guilty and sorry about losing the file. But, you were also hurt. Ni-ki hadn’t texted you either after you walked out on him in the cafeteria. You cried, of course, out of frustration. You attempted to redo the report by reviewing your google history to find all the websites you accessed for your report.However, you just couldn’t make any progress as your brain keeps replaying what happened earlier.

It was already 2 in the morning; the submission of the task was in 6 hours, and you weren’t even halfway done. You were still missing a lot of points for the report, but your mind is occupied. Earlier, you were pacing around your room back and forth, contemplating whether to call Ni-ki to apologize properly and talk about what happened earlier, but you were afraid that he might still be upset and simply dismiss your call. 

You groaned and ran a hand down your face, before turning your head to the side and picked up your phone. You clicked the messages, then his contact. You pressed your lips into a thin line as your fingers hovered over the audio call button. Then, you finally click the call button before you could overthink it. 

Your heart pounded against your chest, you immediately placed the phone near your ear. You hear the phone ringing. 

The line rings for a few seconds, the silence and anticipation making you even more nervous. 

“Hello?” His voice penetrates, deep, less sharper, with curiosity lingering in his tone.

“You answered..” You whispered, surprised. Your eyes shot open and a small hope flashed your faces, you immediately got up. You didn’t expect him to actually pick up your call. 

“You called.” He answered softly, his voice slightly groggy, he sounded like he just woke up. 

“Y-Yeah..” You muttered. “I’m sorry did I wake you up?” You asked, nervously, while biting your fingernail.

“Yeah, you did.” A gentle and quiet chuckle left his lips, the sounds of rustling sheets can be heard as he shifts.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t know-”

“It’s fine.” He yawned, and silence hung in the air for a few seconds before he spoke again. “So, why’d you call?”

“Oh, uhm..” A quiet chuckle escaped your lips, scratching your forehead while you tried to find the right words to say. You pressed your lips into a thin line, then you cleared your throat, and finally spoke. 

“I wanna talk about.. Earlier.” Your voice quiets down, feeling nervous and shy at the same time. “Y’know, about the argument.” 

You take a deep breath and straighten your posture, clearing your throat once again.

“I wanna say I’m sorry.” You sighed. “I’m sorry for being so careless and I’m sorry I lost the file we poured our time and hard work into.”

The line went silent for a brief moment, Ni-ki didn’t speak right away, which made your stomach twist—was he ignoring you? Was he still angry at you? Is he gonna hang up? Ni-ki let out an exhale–soft, almost like a sigh of acceptance.

“That was very careless of you, Y/n.” His voice was quiet, carrying a hint of seriousness. “Seriously. I actually can’t believe you lost it.”

You winced slightly at his words, guilt settling even deeper in your chest. Letting out a sigh, you looked down before responding..

“I know, Ni-ki. I’m working on it, I’m really sorry.”

He hummed in response, silence lingered between you two for a few seconds. 

“I’m sorry too.” 

Your eyes snapped open, surprise instantly replacing the guilt on your face. You didn’t expect him to apologize too. 

“I was so pissed.” He admitted, “That’s not an excuse, though.”

“I was an asshole, and I’m sorry for the things I said to you.”

You stayed quiet for a few seconds, unsure of what to respond. You cleared your throat then opened your mouth to speak.

“You really hurt me, y’know?” You admitted quietly. 

“I know.” He sighed. “I know I did. I’m sorry for hurting you and embarrassing you in public.”

“That was very wrong of me.”

You hummed, agreeing, in response. You looked down at your hands, fiddling your fingers on your lap. 

“I was just really frustrated, Y/n.” He said. “My grades also depend on it. Both of our grades.”

Guilt crept back into your chest.

“I’ll redo it. I was actually working on it a while ago.” 

A small scoff escaped him, though there’s no heat behind it.

“You better.”

The corner of your lips turned upward, and a soft chuckle left past them. 

“Yeah, yeah, I will.” A quiet laugh also left him.

“Tell me if you need help, yeah?”

Your smile fades slightly, you blinked a few times, caught off guard by the sudden offer from Ni-ki.

“Y-You’ll help?”

“Obviously, we’re still partners here.”

“Oh my gosh.” 

You scoffed in amusement and disbelieved.

“Oh, don’t make me regret the offer.”

He groaned dramatically, earning a small laugh from you.

“There’s no taking it back now.”

The two of you laughed, and for the first time after the argument, everything felt lighter. 

Then, silence stretched between you two, but it wasn’t awkward and heavy anymore. It felt lighter and comfortable.

Then–

“..Do you wanna come over?” 

The question left his mouth so quickly that it seemed to also surprise him. 

Your expression slowly shifted to surprise and caught off guard by the invitation. Your lips parted as your breath hitched.

You felt your heart suddenly racing. The thump echoed loudly in your chest, and for some reason, you don’t know why.

“I mean.. if you’re not tired.” He added, his voice nervous and embarrassed “We could also finish the report together.

The invitation was unexpected. 

You realized that you were holding your breath for a little too long. A quiet, shaky breath escaped you. For the first time, no playful remark left your lips. You swallowed before finally replying.

“Y-Yeah, sure. Sounds great.” 

You pressed your lips into a thin line and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall across the room.

“I’ll be there in 10.”

There was a tiny, barely-there pause—like he didn’t expect you to actually say yes. 

“Okay.” He exhaled softly.

“I’ll leave the door unlocked.” He added quietly. “I’ll see you then.”

His voice was soft—almost shy. You could practically picture the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

Then, he hung up. 

A soft beep echoed, signalling the call ended. 

The shaky breath you’ve been holding left your lips as soon as the call ended. Your phone slipped from your hand and landed on the mattress with a soft thud. You stared blankly at the wall in front of you for a few seconds before you snapped out of it. You got up from your bed so fast that it creaked beneath you. 

You walked towards your closet, and rummaged through your clothes before pulling out a white tank top, black hoodie for cover up, and a pair of denim shorts. You tied your hair into a messy bun and applied a cherry-flavored lip balm.

You reached for your perfume.

One spray.

Two sprays.

Three–

You stopped. 

You lowered the bottle and stared at it in horror. 

“What am I even doing?”

You scoffed, your face twisting in disgust. You muttered a curse under your breath, reminding yourself that you’re not going on a date. You are going to finish a report.

“A report.” You repeated, mumbling the words quietly. You set the bottle of perfume down and shook your head at yourself for being ridiculous. 

You grabbed your phone, laptop, and the rest of your essentials. You hurried out of your dorm room and headed towards the male’s dormitory building. 

“Get it together, Y/n.” You keep repeating to yourself through the entire walk there. 

The night air was cool as you stepped outside, the campus was quiet and illuminated in dim streetlights. Your heartbeat hadn’t slowed down, if anything it got fast every step towards Ni-Ki’s dormitory. 

You passed a few more buildings before reaching the boy’s dormitory wing. The hallway was silent, the only sounds were the distant hums of AC units and a faint sound of someone snoring behind the closed door.

 Ni-ki lives on the third floor. Your footsteps slowed down as you approached the familiar wooden door. 

Room 367.

Your heart pounding loudly against your chest as your eyes lingered on the number attached to the door. You took a deep breath before lifting your hand up, and knocked softly. 

Then the door swung open, revealing Ni-ki, standing in the doorway. One hand rested on the doorknob while the other hung casually by his side. He wore sweatpants paired with a grey hoodie and white ribbed tank underneath, chrome heart rings wrapped around his fingers and a silver chain draped around his neck—a style of his that’s so familiar.

His hair slightly tousled, a few strands of hair falling over his eyebrows, softening his sharp features. The familiar scent of cologne lingered in the air.

Towering in the doorway, he seemed almost larger than life. You always had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze. You caught his eyes swept over your figure, slow and deliberate, before meeting your eyes once again. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he spoke.

“Hey.” He greeted, taking a small step back for you . “Come in.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at his smirk, a soft chuckle slipping past your lips. You stepped inside, you were immediately greeted by the familiar scent of his room—warm, clean, and weirdly comforting. 

Your eyes roamed around the place. You had never actually been inside his dorm unit before; there had never really been a reason to. The layout of the room had no difference with yours or the other unit. A small kitchenette sat immediately to the side as soon as you walked in, with the bathroom just across from it. And inside, a small living space—a bed pushed against the wall while a closet stood directly across from it, and a desk positioned near the window. 

To your surprise, the place was tidy. Aside from a few items scattered here and there, everything else seemed organized and well-kept. It wasn’t something you expected. For some reason, you had always imagined Ni-ki being messy—the type to leave dirty clothes draped over his chair and random belongings on the floor or side. 

But, it was neat and surprisingly clean. 

“Didn’t expect you to be so tidy.” You chuckled, stepping further into his room. You set your laptop down on his desk before turning back to face him.

He locked the door, glancing up at your comment. A low laugh also left his mouth as he shook his head lightly. 

“What?” He asked, amusement flickering in his eyes. “You thought I was some kind of  dirtbag?”

“You kinda have the vibes.” You admitted before giggling. He scoffed dramatically, placing a hand over his chest as if wounded, while his other hand stayed inside the pockets of his sweatpants. 

“How rude of you, angel.” 

The nickname slipped off so effortlessly. Your smile falters and you freeze in your place. 

Angel

Ni-ki had never called you anything like that before. It was always ‘idiot’ or ‘dummy’ or some other insult thrown your way. Hearing another pet name from him felt strange, weird, and dangerous. 

Heat crept into your cheeks before you even knew it. Your pulse picks up its speed. 

Good thing he didn’t seem to notice.

Or maybe he did. 

“C’mon, let’s finish the report.” He groaned, he crouched down in front of his shoulder bag, he unzipped it and pulled out his laptop. 

You immediately composed yourself, clearing your throat as you pushed away the thoughts that had been consuming your mind moments ago. 

“Right.” 

You grabbed your laptop from his desk, you moved aside so he could set his own laptop on his desk. Ni-ki sat on the chair in front of his chair, while you made yourself comfortable on his bed.

The mattress dipped beneath you with a soft creak. His bed was surprisingly soft and comfortable. You shift further until your back hits the wall, letting your feet hang over the edge of the mattress. You glanced at the side before pulling the blanket over your legs, and rested your laptop on your lap. 

The fabric was warm and soft, it carried the traces of fabric softener and his own personal scent.

Across from where you’re sitting, Ni-ki glanced over his shoulder, eyes scanning you before a chuckle left his lips. 

“Getting comfortable already, hm?” 

“Well, can’t blame me. Your bed is nice.”

Ni-ki shook his head, letting out a small laugh. “That’s because I actually spend money on decent bedding.” He said, a hint of pride in his voice. 

You laughed quietly, rolling your eyes as you heard his tone. “Yeah, yeah. I get it—you’ve got the greatest known to mankind.”

“Obviously.” Ni-ki replied with sass, and his tone dripped with smugness.

You shake your head at his overflowing confidence, you turn your attention back to your laptop.

The room finally fell silent, the clicking of  keyboards filled the space while evening light illuminated the room. It was comfortable—the kind of silence that didn’t feel awkward or forced, it felt natural.

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A groan slipped past his lips as he stretched, his arms over his head. The movement caused his hoodie to ride up slightly, exposing his skin before it fell back to place. With the hood over his head, he turned to look at you.

“Want a drink, angel?” 

There it is. 

That darn nickname again.

Your fingers froze above the keyboard. Your brain short-circuited, leaving you staring blankly at the screen. Heat creeped up your cheeks, and you immediately tried to shrug it off.

You lifted your head up to look over at Ni-ki.

He was already out of his chair, crouched down in front of his mini fridge. Cool white light spilled across the floor when he pulled the door open, his eyes scanning the contents of the fridge.

“Only got beer and water, though.” He glanced back at you over his shoulder. You stared at him for a few seconds, lips pressed together. “Beer is fine.” You managed to speak.

“Really?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, surprised by your choice of drink. A small chuckle left his lips as he took two cans of beer, then he rose to his full height, he nudged the fridge door shut with his foot. 

He walked towards you then handed you your beer; you mumbled a “thanks.” before shutting your laptop and putting it away. He flashed you a brief smile before sitting on the edge of the bed.

The sound of cans cracking open filled the room, followed by a soft hiss of carbonation. 

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

A content sigh escaped your lips as you took a sip of the cold beer. It felt good as it slipped down your throat. You leaned back against the wall and pulled the blanket more over your legs. 

“You good?” He asked quietly, looking at you, observing.

No, you weren’t.

His sudden question caught you off guard, but you immediately answered. “Yeah, why?”

Ni-ki took another sip of his beer, eyes never leaving yours. A faint smirk lingered behind the rim of the can. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders at your question.

“Just checking.” 

“You look too comfortable in my bed.” He chuckled.

“Well, it’s cozy.” You responded with a grin on your lips, bringing your knees up to your chest.

“Hoarder.” He scoffed, shaking his head lightly. 

A giggle left your lips,  and you stuck your tongue out at him in response. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but he didn’t argue further. 

A comfortable silence settled between you two. The room was filled with the quiet sounds of breathing, the occasional sip of beers,  and the faint hum of electronics running in the background.

“..This feels oddly nice.” His voice broke the silence. 

“I think we should do this more often” He continued “You know, instead of fighting like karens.” 

He laughed, raising the can to his lips and took a sip. You couldn’t help but grin.

“Are you saying that you enjoy my company?”

“Only when you’re not annoying.”

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me so far.” 

He rolled his eyes but there’s no real heat behind it. “Don’t get used to it.” He groaned dramatically. 

“Too late.” You giggled. 

A small laugh escaped his lips, shaking his head at your response before taking another sip. The silence settled between you two once again—easy and familiar. 

“You know,” Ni-ki started, shifting and adjusting his position. “You’re less annoying when you’re not loud and blabbering.” 

You raised an eyebrow and scoffed dramatically, placing a hand over your chest.

“There he is again.”

“There’s who?

“The asshole.”

The comment earned a laugh from him—a real one. 

Not the sarcastic ones that he usually uses. It was a genuine and warm laugh. His smile stretched widely, it was enough to make his eyes disappear. For a moment, you found yourself staring. 

You felt something shifting in your chest, something unfamiliar, something odd. Your gaze lingered on him for a brief moment. 

So did he.

The smile on Ni-ki’s face slowly faded—not completely, just enough.

The room suddenly felt very quiet. You could hear your own heartbeat, it was pounding fast and hard against your chest. His gaze stayed on you, studying you carefully.  His eyes drifted from your eyes, your cheeks, then much lower. 

He paused briefly on your lips. 

Your heart skipped a beat.

Your breath hitched quietly. You cleared your throat and looked away, desperately searching for something—anything—to break the tension.

“So, uhm… how much of the report do we have left?” You finally managed to speak.

Smooth.

Very smooth, Y/n.

You thought to yourself, cursing mentally for how stupid you sound. 

Ni-ki stared at you for a moment before letting out a quiet scoff. “We’re talking about the report now?”

“Yes.”

“You just brought it up because you’re nervous.” He chuckled, your eyes widened and your head immediately snapped toward him. Your cheeks flushed from being flustered, and you didn’t even realize that.

“I’m not nervous!” You defended yourself.

“Sure.” You grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him. He caught it effortlessly and lowered it down.

“You’re so annoying.” 

“Yet you’re still here in my dorm.”

“Because of the report, idiot.”

He hummed in response, as if considering your excuse. He crossed his legs and placed his elbow on his thigh, resting his chin on the heel of his palm, and stared at you directly. A few strands falling over his eyebrows, eyes glimmering with amusement, a hint of mischief hidden beneath the surface. The corner of his mouth curved into a small smirk. 

You could feel your heart picking up its rate again. The heat creeping up your neck again. 

You scoffed at him. 

“You’re being totally weird.”

“Weird? How?” He tilted his head to the side, gaze still locked on yours.

“You keep staring at me like that.”

“Like what?” His voice dropped low, deep. The beer in his hand is gone, he probably set it down a while ago when you were distracted. 

“L-Like..” You stuttered, you cursed at yourself for stuttering.

“Like?” He pressed, voice low and sultry. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but..

He shifted.

Your eyes widening, breath hitching quietly. 

One moment he was sitting across from you, the next thing you knew he was in front of you, close, very close. 

He slowly settled between your legs, knee nudging them apart just enough for him to settle comfortably. You completely forgot how to breathe, forgot how to think. Your pulse thundering in your ears as you stared at him. 

He keeps his eyes on you, dark and something unreadable. Maybe it was readable, maybe you were just too afraid to admit it. 

“Like what, angel?” He repeated, tilting his head to the side. His voice was barely above a whisper. Yet somehow, it felt louder than anything else in the room. 

He was close—so close that you could practically count his lashes. You could feel his warm breath hitting your face, carrying a faint mix of beer and the lingering freshness of mint gum. 

“Nothing.” You murmured, looking away.

A chuckle escaped his lips.

“C’mon say it, angel.” His voice is gentle, teasing. 

“Are you drunk?” You blurted out, it earned a laugh from him.

You frowned as you stared at him like he offended you. He dragged a hand over his face and laughed. His laugh slowly died down, but the smile was still there. 

“No, I’m fully sober, angel.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” One of his brows lifted in amusement.

“Oh, really?”

“Really.” You repeated firmly, meeting his gaze.

“How?” A faint smile tugged at his lips.

“Like what I said earlier—you keep acting weird.”

“Weird?” He repeated, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yes, weird.

“Use your big words, angel.” He said, the amusement lacing in his voice. “Be specific.”

You immediately regretted bringing it up.  At this point, you don’t even know what’s going on anymore. The way his gaze lingered on you, the way his voice sounded so soothing and deep—it wasn’t the usual tone you were used to hearing from him. You could feel your breath becoming uneven, your heart beating faster with every passing second. 

And worst of all, you could also feel the effect he was having on you. 

A warmth settled between your thighs, it was something that made your cheeks burn. You were too embarrassed to even admit it to yourself. 

“L-Like..” You trailed off.

“Hm?” He tilted his head slightly to the side, obviously enjoying your struggle, which made you shoot him a look. 

You shut your eyes tightly for a brief moment and let out a groan. You let out a sigh before you finally managed to say them. 

“Like, we aren’t enemies.” You admitted, the tight feeling in your chest slowly fading. You slowly began to feel relieved, yet anxious for what’s gonna come next. You slowly opened your eyes, meeting those pairs of eyes again. The teasing look on his face was gone, replaced by something unexpected—gentle, and unreadable. 

The silence felt awkward; you were unsure how to act. You maintain eye contact with him as you nervously fidget your fingers. He was quiet for a brief moment before he eventually began to speak. 

“Maybe we aren’t anymore.”

The admission hung in the air. Your eyes went wide, both eyebrows lifted, a quiet breath hitching. You stared at him with eyes filled with surprise and confusion. He simply looked at you with a calm demeanor, as if he hadn’t dropped something jaw dropping. 

“W-What do you mean-”

“..I never hated you, Y/n”  His gaze didn’t waver.

The words hung in the air for a long time. The faint background noises of the room faded, as if everything else had been pushed away, like it was just the two of you now.

You stared at his face, eyes searching for any hint of  mockery or doubt—something to prove that he was joking and didn’t truly mean any of his words. But, there was none. It was merely him, calm and unreadable—in a way that didn’t feel distant, but reassuring.

“Why are you telling me this now?” 

“Because I’m tired of pretending, Y/n.” His jaw tightened—not from anger, but from restraint. Like, he’d been holding something back for too long, waiting for this exact moment. 

“Tired of pretending what?” You ask, eyebrows knitting in confusion. 

“Tired of pretending that I wanna keep arguing with you.” He said. “Tired of pretending I want whatever this is between us… to stay like this.” 

He paused. The silence stretched, heavier than before.

“Tired of pretending that I don’t want you, Y/n.” He continued, his voice was quieter—but filled with honesty. 

The air between you felt charged—like something huge was about to shift forever. Ni-ki’s gaze flickered to your lips again, lingering for too long this time, and his breathing slowed, like he was holding it. 

Before he could overthink it, he slowly leaned closer with head angled to the side. Your brain short-circuited. Every thought screeched to a halt. Your heart continued to pound against your chest, the shortness of your breath. You just stared at him while his eyes were completely locked on your lips. 

His breath slowly began to be shaky, he slowly lifted his eyes to meet yours once more. He swallowed a hard lump before finally speaking.

“Can I kiss you?” 

His question made you feel certain of things. You locked gaze with him for a brief moment.

A heartbeat, two heartbeats. 

Then—

Your fingers moved on their own, reaching for the fabric of his hoodie, clutching it before you yanked him forward.

And your lips were on his. 

The action caused his eyes to widen, and he let out a soft gasp. You remain your eyes shut and lips pressed against his, not moving yet. He finally closed his eyes, slowly.  A hand coming settling on the back of your head as the other hand cradled your face. The kiss was a soft, tentative kiss—hesitant at first, testing the waters. The kiss wasn’t angry nor forcing, it was gentle… curious even. 

The flavor of beer and mint gum combined lingered as his mouth moved against yours slowly. 

You could taste the beer and mint gum mixed as his mouth moved against yours slowly. The feeling of his lips was blissful; they were softer and warmer than you ever imagined. Everything clouds your thoughts and weakens your knees. Your fingers fisted the material of his hoodie while you pulled him closer and kept kissing him. 

The sudden pull brought him closer, and he melted into it instantly. His hands rested on your waist, sliding shakily under the hem of your hoodie to rest on the warm fabric of your tank top. His touch was testing at first… like he didn’t know if this was real or not.

A soft gasp leaving your lips as you felt his warm, calloused hand, and the coldness of his rings. It sent a shiver down your spine. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as the shockness wore off. Your hoodie bunched between his fingers as he kissed you with quiet desperation, all of the tension from earlier dissolving and turning into this. 

“Fuck, Y/n..” A small sound escaped him—a soft whimper. It sent a heat of pool between your thighs, intensifying your desire for him. A content sound escaped your lips as he slid his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongue instantly met his, your tongues colliding. It spurred him on; suddenly Ni-ki was tilting forward, guiding you by your waist as he gently pushed you onto the bed without breaking the kiss. 

The mattress dipped under the both of you. Your head hit the pillow softly as your body sank into the mattress; he was above you, settling himself  back between your legs. The weight of him wasn’t crushing… just enough to pin you gently against the mattress. A hand cradling your face while the other stayed under your tank top, feeling your warm and delicate skin. 

Your hands moved upward and gently encircled his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss turned messy—hungry, even—both of you feeding off each other’s energy like it was a race to see who could pour more emotion into the kiss. 

He nudges your head gently, making you expose your neck. He planted kisses along your jawline, followed by your neck. He remained there, he placed tender kisses on each spot of your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth opening but nothing coming out, your fingers grasped his hair—curling your fingers through his hair. He would nip your neck, making you writhe and let out a whimper, before finally soothing it with his tongue. 

“You smell so good, angel.” He murmured against your neck, which made you feel even weaker. Sensing the increasing wetness between your legs, you squeezed your thighs together for pressure. 

“N-Ni-ki..” You let out a whimper.

“Riki.” He stated with conviction.

“W-What?” You exhaled sharply, confused. His mouth kept peppering your neck.

“Call me riki.” He repeated, as if granting you permission to something that’s sacred. “Understand?”

You nodded in acknowledgement. 

“Words, baby.” He muttered. “Use your words.”

“Y-Yes..” You struggled to speak. 

“Yes what?” His teeth keep grazing certain areas of your neck, followed by gentling it with his tongue. 

Y-Yes, riki..” You whimpered as his teeth grazed your neck, your eyes closing tightly while you squirmed a bit under him.

“Mhm..” He hummed in satisfaction. His head dips down, angling his head as he places kisses and bites all over your neck, not quite visible though. 

“Tell me you want this too, Y/n.” The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as his lips lingered just above your skin, warm and playful. The heat of his breath brushed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice—deep, smooth as silk—curled around you like smoke. Your breath caught—every thought unraveling like a frayed thread. 

Your fingers instinctively curl tighter in his hair, a silent plea. Your heart hammered wildly—every thump shouting louder than reason ever might.

He placed a gentle kiss just beneath your ear… then one more… and yet another—a series of delicate touches that left you shivering

“Do you want me to stop?” He continued, pulling back slightly to look at you, his eyes focused on yours—unreadable and tender. A strand of  hair falling over his brows, softening the sharpness of his features. The flush on his cheeks matched yours—warm and real. His breath came slow but uneven—a little heavy from everything unsaid between you two.

The question hung between you, dangerous and gentle all at once. 

Before thoughts could even form, you immediately shook your head. An unrecognizable sound left your lips—a high pitched whine.

“N-No.. please..” You pleaded. The words spilling out raw and breathless. You could feel the curve tugging at the corner of his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. And the worse part? He loved it.

Bastard.

“Please what?” The velvety tease in his voice curled around you—sweet, maddening—as he continued to shower your neck with kisses. Each one slower than the last, deliberate… tortuously soft. 

“D-Don’t stop.” A subtle victory shone behind his eyes as you stammered out those shaky words. 

“Mhm..” He purred, leaning in again, his teeth brushing against your collarbone—gentle at first… then a swift bite that sent a surge of electricity through your body. You squirmed, your back arching slightly off  from the mattress you were on—a gasp lodged in your throat before it turned into a helpless whimper. 

“Tell me if it’s too much.” He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes—gentleness. 

He raised a hand—briefly—and tapped his shoulder two times in demonstration. 

“Tap me here if you’re uncomfortable, ‘kay?”

You gave him a nod, your breathing still irregular but your heart swelling at the gesture. He flashed you a small smile before leaning back in and capturing your lips. His lips met yours: warm, slow at first… then slowly turning into something deeper—a kiss that started sweet but promised more. 

His hand cupped your face with tender respect, his thumb lightly gliding over your cheekbone. At the same time… his other hand slowly crept higher beneath your tank top—moving like a sin. The heat of his palm glided up to your stomach, across sensitive skin that had never experienced this kind of touch… or perhaps nothing quite like this. 

Your breath hitched sharply at the sudden touch—the surprising closeness causing every nerve to tingle. You clung tighter to his hair without thinking. He pulled back from the kiss just a bit—lips lingering—murmuring softly against them.

“Can I touch you up here?” 

No pressure. Just a permission check. 

His touch remained light as a feather—almost worshipful—as his thumb traced the delicateness of your underboob, moving under the thin fabric of your bra. The moment his thumb swept over the soft dip—the delicate line where skin met lace—an unexpected soft gasp slipped from your lips without warning.

Your back rose a bit from the mattress, pressing closer to him like gravity itself demanded it. You nodded eagerly—and that was all the green light he needed. His fingers slid up even more, stopping under your boob. Then, he finally touched them, his hand settling on your breast, gently kneading them. Your hoodie and tank top gathered up at your chest, your bra-clad breast exposed to him. 

Your head falls back against the pillow while you let out a content, soft sigh as he kneads your bra-clad breast. 

“So beautiful.” He murmured, lowering his head and placed kisses on your cleavage while his hand continued to knead them. Before it slowly slid down and went behind you, his fingers working to unclasp your bra. Once it did, he slowly pulled the straps down on each shoulder then put it away somewhere. 

The warmth of the fabric of the bra was gone, and was replaced by the sudden coldness of his room. It sent shivers down your spine as your nipple hardened at the coldness causing you to whimper. His eyes met your bare breast in front of him, drinking in the sight. His pupils dilated while his lips parted slowly, his eyes brimming with desire and awe. He exhaled sharply through his nose—the initial sign of his composure breaking—and then began to move: slow circles with his thumb around your nipple at first… testing. Teasing. Learning what made you shiver.

Then gently—so gently—he rolled the peak between two fingers. 

A jolt shot straight down to your core. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, angel.” He mumbled in awe, he continued to roll the peak between two fingers. His touch and words sparked a warmth inside you. You squirmed—helpless against the wave of pleasure—and a soft whimper escaped before you could contain it. Your face twisted slightly: lips parting, eyes fluttering close as your body surrendered into the overwhelming sensitivity. 

“R-Riki..” The whimper slipped out again in a breathy voice. 

That subtle grin reappeared—the one that turned your stomach as he looked up at you from beneath his lashes. He glanced up at you, enjoying watching you squirm and whimper underneath him. 

“Been hiding this beauty from me, huh?” 

Then, he took one nipple in his mouth. A sharp gasp left your lips as you felt the warmth of his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his tongue swirling around it as he sucked gently while kneading the other breast.

“Shit– R-Riki…” You moaned. The feeling shot through you like lightning. The warmth of his mouth enveloped your nipple—gentle, wet suction that caused every muscle in your body tense with pleasure. His tongue circled around it slowly, swirling, teasing your sensitive bud without rushing. 

“Hmm..” The hum vibrated against your skin—deep, pleased. His lips continued to suck softly on your nipple, switching with gentle bites while his hand kneaded your other breast. You squirmed again—a small, involuntary movement—as sensations flooded over you. The whimper returned: higher this time...breathier…fragile. 

“So sensitive… I love it.”

He pulled back slightly, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the nipple he had been sucking on. He then encircled his lips around your other nipple, providing them both the attention it needed. While his hand moved to your other breast to massage them. 

You stayed underneath him—lifting your hips instinctively against his, squirming, letting out moans and whimpers. You could feel it—the hard outline of his arousal beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants as you arch against him. It was solid and persistent as it pressed against your crotch. The friction was driving you crazy, it was making you needier than before. 

“Feel how hard I am, angel?” He pulls back to speak before taking in your nipple again, swirling his tongue around it causing a choke moan to escape you. “All because of you.”

Soft moans spilled from your lips, then it grew louder as pleasure tightened  like a coil in your stomach. Your fingers curling harder against his hair without meaning to—a wordless plea for more contact. The slow, tortuous grind of his hips

The gradual movement of hips continued—his hard length pressing firmly against your clothed pussy through the fabric of your denim shorts. A low groan escaped his lips at the feeling, while you whimpered beneath him and lifted your hips towards him for more pressure. 

Then his hand left your breast—finally moving lower. He stopped just before reaching where you ached the most…his fingers tracing your inner thigh with a slow, teasing pace. 

“Can I touch you here?” He asks, his voice ragged from desire. You nodded your head instantly—a hurried little bob—then pleaded.

“P-Please..” 

A small laugh left his lips—low and rich—amused by how desperate you are, your hips lifting towards him like a plea. 

“Yeah? That desperate for my fingers?” He teases, as his fingers glided further up your inner thigh…but it still wasn’t on the spot you were aching the most. 

“God! Will you stop being a jerk for once?” You hissed, frustrated and impatient. The grin on his mouth widening as a chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“Why don’t you ask nicely, hm?” He continued to taunt. You glared at him—face flushed, breath uneven—irritated, flustered, and incredibly aroused. You clenched your teeth before you spat back. 

“Fuck you.”

He didn’t even flinch when you cursed at him. The same ridiculously warm, deep laugh escaped his lips. Then, he leaned closer…until his lips brushed the curve of your ear…and murmured:

“Oh, we’re getting there.” 

And without warning? He kissed you.

The kiss struck like a bolt of lightning—hot, unexpected, and possessive. His lips collided with yours with no gentleness this time…just pure hunger. It wasn’t sweet—it had become possessive. A passionate kiss, with his tongue smoothly slipping past your lips, searching for yours. 

One hand remained behind your head while the other crept further up your thigh…fingers brushing dangerously close to where you need it the most.

Still teasing you. 

He lets out a soft, warm laugh. 

“C’mon, quit being a brat and use your words.” He teased, before he leaned down and placed his lips on top of yours. He placed a peck on the corner of your mouth before trailing downward. Kisses fluttered over your neck: gentle presses at first, then lasting ones. Your head pressed further into the pillow as everything overwhelmed you—the warmth of his lips, the smell of him.

Your eyes fluttered closed, as soft whimpers escaped you with every kiss he pressed. 

“Just touch me, Riki… please” 

The second your plea reached him—soft, desperate, and impatient—his smirk widened against your neck. 

“Good girl..” 

The word hit you like a punch. Your breath hitched. Your stomach tightening. The words were basic,  but the way he said them? Deep and claiming. Then his hands moved—unhurried and deliberate—as he unbuttoned the button of denim shorts with those long slim fingers with rings wrapped around it. 

Then his fingers finally shifted again—slowly pulling the zipper down to unzip it. It slid down with a soft “shhhk.” He starts to pull the material softly…leading it down. It was slow, deliberate, and teasing. The cool air kisses your exposed skin—just for a second—a shiver sending down your spine causing you to tremble slightly. You kicked the shorts aside once it reached your ankles, no time to care where they ended up. What mattered the most right now was him—the way his gaze dropped and deepened as he took in your appearance. 

You laid there beneath him with nothing but for the delicate white lace hugging every contour. 

The silence stretched—thick with tension, heavy with desire. His chest rises and falls a bit quicker now, breath uneven as his eyes scanned you like he was memorizing every inch, and maybe he is. 

Every curve—every angle of your hips…the softness of your waist…how the lace contoured your body perfectly—he drank the sight beneath him. No rush, just pure admiration mixed with hunger and lust. 

You couldn’t help but squirm under the intense gaze—not used to being stared at like this, especially not from him. 

“W-What?” You mumbled, confused.

A shaky breath escaped him as he shook his head slowly, before diverting his gaze to meet yours. They seemed darker than usual—glassy emotions with an intense craving—but tender too. 

“Nothing..” His voice came out quiet, barely above a whisper. 

“Fuck, you look so beautiful.”

Awe lingered in every syllable. No teasing, no mocking, no smirk—simply pure honesty, raw and still—as if seeing you in this way had utterly left him breathless. He stared at you like you were something scared and out of reach, his eyes lingering too long than necessary. He didn’t touch you yet…just drinking in the sight of you lying there beneath him—half bare, flushed cheeks matching his own. 

Then, he finally moved, lowering his head—a shaky breath escaped him as he placed his lips softly on your cleavage. His warm lips placing open-mouthed kisses trailing down slowly, across the gentle hollow of your stomach before proceeding lower. Over your hips, your whole body trembling with every gentle kiss he plants on your skin. 

Your chest rises and falls heavily as you look down at him as he continues to go lower, with your fingers curled against his hair. He paused when he got nearer to his destination; directly in front of you—the white lace panties clinging into your body, wet and warm from your arousal. Your arousal struck him immediately—sweet, musky, undeniable desire. Hazy eyes filled with lust and hunger flicked up to meet your gaze. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n.” His voice barely above a whisper. 

The praise hit you in the stomach like a punch, stealing the breath out of you. Your heart slammed against your ribs, it was loud, that you were certain he heard it. It wasn’t just a compliment—it was the way he gazed at you while saying it. His eyes locked with yours as if you were an extraordinary sight, something impossible to reach. 

“You know the rules, right?” He asked in a deep, raspy voice, as he kept himself composed. 

You just gave him an eager nod. “Y-Yes..” You remembered, the trust, the limits…no rush unless you said so. 

A small smile formed on his lips, before he lowered his head down again, placing gentle kisses on your inner thigh. His hands moving and grabbing your legs—lifting them up and placing them over his broad shoulders. 

And finally? He gently hooked two fingers into the damp lace panties—and carefully pushed it aside. The lace slid to the side with a quiet sound—the delicate damp fabric separating like a curtain revealing something sacred. The warmth between your thighs hit him quickly—hot, moist, his. 

He took a deep, shaky inhale. 

You were already so ready…your pussy glistening underneath the dim light. It was overwhelming for him—the trust you have placed in him, how open and waiting you appeared underneath him. 

“Fuck. Already this wet for me, angel?” A deep, low chuckle rumbled from his chest—slightly teasing, but mostly satisfied.

You squirmed—not from discomfort, but from embarrassment. The way he looks at you…as if he’d just discovered something valuable and addictive—made your cheeks flushed. 

Slowly.

He leaned in. 

A sharp gasp tore from you—sharp, breathy, raw—the moment his warm and full lips met your clit. 

Your head falls back against the pillow instantly. Your eyes flutter close. Your mouth opened…yet no sound came out aside from that first startled gasp—as if all the air had been knocked out from your lungs. 

Slowly…he began to move his lips.

He sucked softly, testing. The sensation bloomed: warm suction wrapping around your sensitive bud…not too hard…just enough to make you feel it everywhere. His cheeks hollowed softly as he sucked…soft but firm—the sort of intense kiss you’d share with someone during a passionate and hungry makeout session. 

The feeling was electrifying—like nothing else mattered. His mouth enveloped your clit entirely, warm and wet, forming a gentle vacuum as he sucked with slow, deliberate pace. 

Each suck sent waves through you—a quiet moan escaped your lips… breathy and involuntary. “Fuck—Riki..” 

He continued to suck softly—his mouth warm and firm around your clit—he finally spoke, his voice muffled against your pussy yet deep and rough dripping with desire. 

“Mmm, taste so fucking good…so addicting.”

The words vibrated through you, causing a shiver to travel along your spine. A soft whine escaping your lips, before you let out a plea—desperate and needy. “Ki…p-please.” 

“Impatient are we, angel?” He smirks—the sort that indicates ‘I’ve got you just where I need you.’

Then, he pulls back slightly—not breaking contact—but enough to slip the tip of his tongue out for the first time. A gradual, teasing lick: a long glide upward from bottom to top…feather-light…gauging just how sensitive you might be. 

Your breath hitched barely audible at the end of that upward lick stride. 

“O-Oh.. my…” 

The words escaped in a dazed whisper—no thought behind them, just pure reaction. That feather-light lick disrupted something in your mind. The lick was frustrating—so soft, so gradual. It sends your body into a state of suspense. 

Another measured, careful stroke of his tongue: same path as before—upward, gentle pressure this time—not quite feather-light anymore. It was firmer, more bolder. Then, he pressed his flat tongue against you, it wasn’t a lick this time. It was a slow, broad kiss—warm and wet—as he pressed his tongue flatly against your sensitive spot with firmness, and maintained the pressure. 

“You taste like heaven, angel.” He muttered in a low voice, slightly muffled as he continued the flick of his tongue. “You’re gonna make me come without being inside you yet.”

Your eyes shot wide open as a sharp cry tore from you when you felt him increasing the speed of his tongue. No more teasing strokes, he began to lick you faster: rapid flicks upward with the tip of his tongue. Your thighs quivered around his head before clamping him—grinding your hips fiercely against his face with every moan: breathy, loud, uncontrolled. 

“Ah! Oh god! Riki!–”

Your hand flew and covered your mouth; staying quiet was impossible, it was too overwhelming, too intense. Your moans became somewhat muffled, yet they are still audible. 

“Fucking loud…gonna wake my neighbors up with your moans, hm?” 

The speed of his tongue didn’t slow down—it got intensified, each flick was sharper now: faster, more deliberate…as if he’d discovered the perfect rhythm to make you come apart underneath him. He didn’t stop sucking either—firm pressure around your clit. It was a tormenting combo: speed of his tongue + suction = sheer bliss begin to coil tight inside you. 

Your other hand finds his hair, gripping it, releasing, then gripping again. A silent plea for more…more…more. 

“You greedy thing.” He let out a low chuckle, the relentless pace of his tongue didn’t stop. “So loud for me hm?”

Your moans came faster—high pitched, sweet, and breathless. Every nerve in your body was lit up, every muscle tight with pleasure escalating quickly beneath his lips. 

His dorm room throbbed with noises—your moans you tried to silence but failed, the smooth wet sounds of his tongue and lips on you, your ragged breathing breaking the stillness of the dorm air. The space felt smaller now…charged with heat and intimacy. 

“You taste so fucking good.”

His voice was muffled against your skin. He slowly pulled back for a brief moment and tugged your panties in one swift motion, before diving back into your pussy. 

Your mind goes completely blank. No thoughts—just sensation: pleasure so intense it twisted your face in pure ecstasy. Eyes half-lidded…lips parted…your body trembling underneath him. 

“Feels so…ahh!– don’t stop, please!” You cried out. 

He pulled back just a fraction—still hovering over your pussy. The warmth of his breath grazed at your clit while his gaze fell down on your hips thrusting instinctively. You were chasing him. Trying to push back towards his lips, desperate for that contact again. 

“Fuck!–” 

A sudden, sharp choked moan escaped your throat as his two digits entered you with zero warning. The stretch was sudden but not too painful. Just full. So full already.

His two fingers delved into your swollen pink pussy—warm metal rings cool against your slick heat. 

“Look at you..” He chuckles in a low, disbelief voice. “Taking my fingers so well– shit– so fuckin’ tight.” 

He curled his fingers perfectly—a slow glide upwards along your folds—and hit that spot.

Your sweet spot. 

A sharp breath escaped you. You arched your back off the bed. Eyes rolling back in pleasure. 

“Ahh~ F-Feels…so…goodd– Riki!” 

Your body tightened around him instantly—the tight heat of your pussy squeezing his two fingers as they slid into the knuckle. 

“Yeah? Feels good, huh?” He scoffs breathlessly. “How about this, angel?” 

A sharp, steady rhythm: in and out. Quick thrusts of his two fingers while simultaneously…his tongue returned. It wasn’t the gentle and slow flicks—he dove back in. His tongue circled around your clit using the tip. It was a double sensation, penetration and oral stimulation…fast paced from both ends. 

The combination was merciless—fingers pumping quickly inside you, curling with every push to hit that deep, sweet spot of yours, while his tongue stimulated your clit in circles—moist licks and sucks. Your body arched violently—hips thrusting upward into his touch. You couldn’t remain still in your position. Couldn’t control a single muscle.

Your moans erupted more louder than before—raw, desperate noises escaping from your mouth as pleasure surged with a terrifying speed. 

“T-Too…too much! Riki!” You cried out, your voice shaking with overstimulation and pleasure. Your body shakes violently—Your thighs clamped his head firmly. 

He didn’t reduce his speed, it did not waver. 

“You can take it, baby.” He murmurs softly, reassuring you as he continues with his tortuous pace. You feel every muscle tightens as the coil in your stomach tightens to the limit, you were close. He probably felt it too—from the way you’re clenching around his fingers tighter than before.

“You already close, angel?” He asks, not stopping with what he’s doing. You answered in a frantic nod as you gasped for air between moans.

“Pathetic.”

A scoff left his lips—not mean, but tauntingly amused. He found it both pathetic and beautiful that you, his enemy, is falling apart completely under his touch. 

“Come for me, angel.” 

The command hit you , and your body obeyed before your mind could even comprehend it. 

You came undone. 

A loud, shuddering cry erupted from you—raw and uncontrolled. Your thighs trembled around his head, your fingers gripping into his hair—not tugging…simply holding on to it as the waves crashed over you. The white-hot surge of your orgasm struck you like a bolt—swift, blinding, and all consuming. Riki didn’t stop—not immediately. He continued what he was doing: his tongue still gliding softly now…his fingers slowed down…riding the storm out of you.

“Oh…R-Riki…” A whimper left your lips as you slowly rode out. 

Deep pulses emanating from your core outward. You felt your stomach tightening. Your thighs around his head slowly loosened. Every muscle in your lower body twitched uncontrollably as waves of pleasure flowed over you. 

“Good girl…I got you—that’s it..” He murmurs, planting soft kisses on your inner thigh while slowly curling his fingers once more. Your pussy clenches around his fingers—not because of the movement, but because your body is still convulsing with leftover waves of pleasure. 

When he felt your body coming down from your high, he slowly pulled his fingers out. As his fingers withdrew, a quiet emptiness followed—an ache in your core where warmth had just been. Your body still pulsed faintly from the aftershock of your climax. 

He lifted his head, his chin was wet and covered with spit. His eyes met yours—dark, unreadable, and awe. His lips parted while he pants faintly. He slowly raised his fingers, two shining fingers covered with you—white and pearly in the dim light. He raised them to his mouth while maintaining eye contact. 

A slow drag of tongue over his fingers—cleaning them thoroughly. His eyes remained fixed on yours—his deep gaze piercing, observing every subtle change in your expression.

Watching him lick your release off his fingers sent a jolt through you—your body still sensitive from your climax, reacted instantly. 

Your pussy clenched around nothing, just air. 

A new surge of warmth swept through your lower abdomen. Your breath hitched as you observed his tongue glide over his fingers, slow and teasing. 

He notices it—of course he did—your pupils dilating…lips parting…hips making the slightest involuntary movement towards him. A low, amused laugh emerged from his chest. 

“You taste so fucking good, baby..” 

Riki rises up before leaning forward—he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth, before closing the distance with his mouth on yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him back with the same eagerness and pace, your lips opening to allow his tongue to enter. You could taste yourself on him—sweet and musky. Your arms wrapped around his nape, pulling him closer until the distance between you two disappeared, as your fingers curled softly against his hair. 

“You taste so delicious...” He murmured between kisses. 

Riki’s hand rested on your hips, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your bare skin. His other hand cradled your face tenderly as he kissed you with surprising gentleness for someone so rough a while ago.

Your hands slowly slid down from his nape and rested on his shoulder. Then, you slowly pushed him off without breaking the kiss. 

Riki tensed slightly—confused. His eyebrows furrowed as he attempted to pull away to ask what you were doing, but you didn’t let him. 

“What are you–”

The moment his lips opened to speak, you chased them—kissing him deeply, silencing any question he was planning to ask. 

A quiet rustle can be heard as your bodies shifted on the bed as positions changed. He ended up lying on his back while you were on top of him—in one fluid motion, you were straddling his lap. 

Your knees sank in the mattress on both sides of his hips. Riki stayed still beneath you—eyes wide, ragged breathing—while he watched you move on top of him. You slowly sat down on the hard line of his arousal beneath the sweatpants he was wearing. It was pressed up against your wet and swollen pussy. Your wetness coated the fabric, leaving a wet stain at the crotch area. 

Riki inhaled sharply—lips parting once more as he stared up at you, amused and mesmerized by how confident you’d taken control. His hand rested on your hips, absorbing your weight on top of him. 

“You’re killing me, baby..” He mumbled under his ragged breathing. 

“Good.” You exhaled softly. “That was the plan.” 

Then, before he could speak, you immediately crashed your lips on his—not giving him a moment to process. You kissed him deeply and passionately with a quiet confidence. A shaky, soft moan left him—low and involuntary. He gave your hips a quick squeeze before one of his hands slid down from your hips to your ass, giving it a light squeeze. 

“You’re so hot, y/n.” He mutters between the kisses. He slid his tongue inside your mouth and collided with yours. A soft moan escapes you as he sucks and nips on your lower lip, kissing you with hunger and passion. 

His praise stirred something inside you—gentle, tender. You slowly began to rock your hips against the solid outline of his cock beneath the sweatpants. A shaky sigh escaped you both, the friction was mouthwatering even through the fabric. His head falls back on the headboard behind him, squeezing your hips as he guides you. 

“Fuck–”  He hissed, jaw clenching as you grind on his length. 

“Need you, riki…” The plea left your lips before you could overthink it. Your face twisted in pleasure as you continued to grind against him—the slow motion of your hips creating ripples for the both of you. 

“Need what, angel?” One of his hands left your hips, lifting and grabbed your neck—gently—before pulling you and crashing his lips onto yours. You gasp softly as he pulls you down by the neck, you immediately kiss him back. Your hips continued to move against his hard length under the sweatpants.

“N-Need you…inside now…please.” Your plea came out in a murmur—desperate and soft. A small crease between your eyebrows—the look of someone begging. 

Riki pulls away from the kiss with a soft scoff—amused and disbelieving. 

“You just came on my fingers…and now you want my dick inside you?” A teasing question—slightly mocking—but genuinely surprised by how fast you bounced from orgasm to wanting more. 

A soft whine escaped you. You nodded in response, you continued to roll your hips against him like a silent plea. 

“Are you sure?” He asks genuinely, not teasing nor mocking this time. An actual question. Gentle concern in his voice. You nodded once more—certain, and continued to roll your hips against him. 

“You greedy little thing.” 

He murmurs, warm with affection and playfulness. Without another word, he pulls you back down again by your head and kisses you. He kissed you deeply this time, his other hand holding you by your back as he gently guided you off of him. 

A change in positions, your bodies repositioning on the bed and getting into position without breaking the kiss. He had carefully led you back down onto the bed, your back sinking into the mattress as he gently lowered himself over you. Your arms encircled his nape to pull him closer—your fingers curling against his hair. The kiss deepened instantly: lips fitting perfectly together once more. 

He placed the lass kiss on the corner of your mouth before pulling away. In one swift motion, he pulled his hoodie and tank top together—the material gliding over his head and revealing his warm, toned body underneath. Your lips parted in awe. Your pupils dilated at the sight in front of you—Riki’s  upper body leaned and toned…chest sculpted…broad shoulders…toned abs. His biceps? His biceps were full—not big like a bodybuilder though—but it was noticeably rounded and firm when he slightly flexed them as he pulled his clothes off his head. 

Riki ran his fingers through his hair—messy from earlier touches. The movement caused the silver chain around his neck to swing gently, reflecting the faint light. He noticed you staring—noticed the admiration and hunger in your eyes. He smirks with pride, aware what impact he had on you. 

“Like what you see, you pervert?” He chuckles, completely teasing you. He grabbed his discarded clothes and threw them towards you. 

The fabric hit your face with a soft *thud*—not hard but enough to startle you. The cloth drapes over your face before falling down on your lap. You blinked in surprise, the sudden impact caused you to jolt slightly. A small yelp escaped you, before it turned into a protest.

“Riki!”

A small whine, not angry, just surprised. Like when someone splashed cold water at you. 

A chuckle left him—deep and warm—as he saw your reaction. He loved how frustrated and flustered you get. His fingers grip the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers…then gradually pull them down. The material pooled at his ankles as he stepped out of it before kicking it aside. 

As soon as the fabric fell off his hips, his cock sprang free—hard, thick, and heavy with arousal. It bounced slightly and hit his lower abdomen with a small *thump* as he frees it. 

And it was already leaking. 

Beads of precum glistening at the slit of his tip—an obvious sign of how aroused he truly was, from each kiss, each grind, your eager little nods as you plead for him, the way you sound when you moan his name. 

He didn’t cover himself (why would he?), he simply stood there quiet for a brief moment—exposed from head to toe, letting you see it all. Every inch thick with desire, every pulse evident along the shaft. He stares at you, you are still on his bed, propped up slightly on your elbows. His clothes are still resting on your lap. 

Your eyes slowly trailed down and stopped on his thick length jutting out between his thighs, it was hard not to look. Your eyes widened and lips parted and a trembling breath escaped you. You felt your cheeks burning…heart racing so loudly that Riki might even have heard it. The warmth gathering deep in your belly was unmistakable—craving him more. .

Your lips parted slightly, without realizing it, as you took him in. The size, the thickness…it sent a surge through your body. A mix of awe and desire. You couldn’t look away—your gaze dropped down again, lingering on the swollen tip glistening with precum…then down the firm of his shaft throbbing softly. 

You swallowed a hard lump before you slowly diverted your gaze back up to his face. His eyes still on you, jaw tightening, exhaling through his nose. It showed how he was highly aware of how turned on you are, and how turned on he is too. 

Then, he leaned in, closing the space between you two—and then his lips were on yours. 

The kiss was hungry and desperate. No joking around this time—just pure need. One of his hands slid up to your nape and pulled you closer. You responded instantly, your eyes fluttering close as you returned the kiss back. Your fingers diving into his soft honey-blonde bleach hair and gripping it gently. 

As the kiss intensified—lips colliding, tongues intertwining—Riki shifted. 

He adjusted and positioned himself between your legs. A knee softly dug into the mattress beside your hip as he moved, creating room for his body to rest completely upon yours, not crushing you with his full weight—but letting the warmth of his chest press gently against yours . His other hand slid down on your thighs; with a gentle yet firm pressure, he pushed your legs open and wider. 

He lowered himself between your opened legs before the kiss broke for a brief moment. He rested his forehead against yours, breath warm and uneven against your skin. Both of you breathing heavily, your chests heaving quickly from the intensity of the situation.

His eyes slowly fluttered open…dark brown eyes as he gazed into yours—close enough that each breath mingled together. 

“Are you sure about this, angel?” He asks one more time, his voice hoarse—gentle, yet filled with a subtle intensity as he looks deep into your eyes. You bit your lower lip and nodded quickly. 

“Yes, I need you, Riki. Please?”

The plea struck Riki like a jolt, your voice was so small, so desperate. A shaky breath left his lips before he kissed you again. He carefully lowered his body over yours, then he pulled back slightly, and his eyes fell to your most sensitive spot—suddenly, he leaned forward towards it and spat directly into your pussy. 

The sudden spat landed on your exposed pussy, it was warm, moist, unexpected. You flinched under him, a quiet gasp slipping from your mouth. Your hips twitched from surprise, a warm, slick feeling combined with the heat already pooling there. 

Before you could ask what he was doing, Riki suddenly moved—his hips shifted slightly—and then, unexpectedly, the smooth tip of his cock glided over your folds. A slow drag, deliberate, teasing. The tip glided through the slick, spreading the saliva across your pussy. Your back arch instantly as you feel the thick, warm tip of his penis…gliding across your folds. A gasped escaped your throat—sharp and unsteady, the friction was gentle yet teasing. 

“Shit, that feels good..” Riki’s voice came out rough in a deep, throaty growl as the feeling of you under him sent a surge of pleasure through his body. He continued to drag the head of his cock over your folds, teasing you. 

A sharp whine escaped you as your back arches once more…hips thrusting forward instinctively, seeking more pressure and touch. Your fingers gripping around his bicep next to you.

“Riki…please.” Your plea came out in a choked, desperate way. A whimper laced with need. 

“Please what, hm?” he murmured, voice low and smooth as honey…intentionally acting clueless to tease you. Frustration surged over you—a groan leaving you before it was followed by a pleading whimper. 

“God! Will you just fuck me? Please, I need— Ah! Fuck!” 

Your words were cut off when he suddenly slammed inside of you without any warning. One second, you were begging for him to fuck you—and the next? He slams his dick inside of you, sharp and deep motion. There was no slow stretch, just a sudden of fullness—his thick shaft entering your tight heat without any hesitation. 

“Shit, Y/n–”

A groan left his mouth the second he bottomed out. You were tight, so tight around him—warm, moist, and perfect. It almost caused his vision to blur. Riki clenched his jaw the moment your walls clenched tightly, pulses around his cock like a vise. It was too overwhelming, too good. 

It nearly sent him to his climax. 

He exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes shutting tightly as he struggled to fight the urge to just spill his cum inside of you. 

“You’re so fucking tight, Y/n.” He muttered under his breath, his voice low and ragged. His chest rose and fell heavily as he struggled to maintain control. He slowly lifted your legs from where it was pressed against your chest, and draped them over his broad shoulders. 

The sudden shift made you let out a soft moan. A subtle change in the angle that caused him to sink deeper. Just a fraction, but enough to make you gasp softly as the new deepness sent sensations through your core. 

He pressed soft, worshipping kisses along your calves and ankle—a brief moment of affection, before he wrapped his arms around your legs. 

Then, without any warning again. 

He thrusts his hips forward—A deep, sudden thrust that causes you to moan instantly. He didn’t give you time to adjust before the second thrust came, followed by another, then another. Harsh, relentless pounding—his cock driving into you repeatedly. 

“Fuckin hell…you feel so good.” He groaned, as he continued to thrust inside of you relentlessly. The tip of his cock hitting your deepest spot making you moan loudly. 

“T-Too much! Slow down–” 

You pleaded between moans—tears welling at the corner of your eyes from how overwhelmingly good it felt. Your cheeks were flushed, hair tousled on the pillows as your breasts bounced with every hard thrust he gave. 

“Slow down?” Riki chuckled, low and disbelieving. A sound that carried no sympathy for your plea. 

“You begged for this.” Each word is emphasized by a sharp thrust. “Begged me to fuck you…So, take it all.” 

“Ah!” A sharp cry left you by each brutal thrust he gives you.  Riki’s thrust never faltered, relentless, deep, claiming every inch of you. “That’s it…take my cock like a good girl.” He spoke between ragged breaths and low groans. 

“You asked for this…don’t cry now.” A teasing jab before he chuckles. 

The room was filled with warmth, thick with sweat and sex. Sweat glistening on Riki’s back and chest, your skin flushed and damp. The atmosphere grew heavy with the musky aroma of intimacy—skin, breath, and arousal. Each thrust produced a resounding slap, skin on skin echoing off the walls. Your moans no longer quiet—they were loud and uncontained, high pitched gasps turning into breathless cries each time he bottomed out inside you. 

“You’re taking me so well, baby.” His voice came out rough, laced with praise and a hint of amusement. He loved how your body reacted to him, clenching around his cock as if it was made for him. 

“Ironic…you used to hate me. Now look at you.” A smirk formed on his face as he pushed in deeper. 

“Taking my cock like you’ve been starving for it all night long.” A soft, low chuckle slipped from him—not mocking, just smug satisfaction of how far things had become between the two of you. 

A whimper escapes you, your pussy clenching around him even more as you feel embarrassed and shy. 

“Shut up!”

Riki sensed the immediate clench—your pussy clenching around him instinctively. It turned him on even more. A slow smirk formed on his mouth as he gazed down at you. He leaned closer, his face hovering right above yours, near enough that you sensed the warmth of his breath against your lips. 

“Make me.” He taunted, tone deep and challenging, with a smirk on his lips. Then, without breaking eye contact? He thrusted harder into you—a deep, punishing thrusts of hips meant to shut you up. 

“Fuck!– So deep!” You cry tore through the air, raw and unfiltered, echoing through the room. Riki’s cock moved in and out smoothly—thick, hot, perfectly slick with your arousals. Each thrust delivered a shock to your body…so intense that your mind went blank. Your vision is hazy, breath uneven, heart slamming like it wanted to escape your chest. 

“Yeah? Feel that? Fuck– you feel so goooood.” Riki’s head tipped back, the pleasure too intense, too overwhelming. A deep groan erupted from his throat as the ‘d’ in ‘good’ stretched into a long drawn-out moan. 

His hips continued to pound—unstoppable thrusts pushing him further with every snap. The drag of your wet heat around him was pure ecstasy. 

“R-Riki…I can’t.” Your voice trembled, a muffled cry, weak and trembling. Your body felt limp from the constant thrust, every nerve alight with overstimulation. You could feel the tight coil in your core, throbbing with impending release. You were nearly at the edge, it hurts. 

“Hold it for me, angel.” His voice softened but still rough with desire, but more gentler now. “Let’s come together.” 

One hand cradled your face, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone while he gazed at you. He waited for your response, panting heavily, hips still moving but at a slower pace now. Not stopping, just easing the rhythm of his hips. 

“Can you do that for me, hm?” He asks, staring into your eyes as he waits for confirmation. You shut your eyes tightly and bit your lower lip before you nodded. A small smile formed on his lips, before he leaned and placed a kiss on your forehead.  

“That’s it. Good girl.” 

Riki started to pick up with his pace again—hard and fast, driving both of you to the edge. Soon, the room was filled with loud moans, the bed creaking, the slap of skin grew louder. Every nerve was on fire, your body shook as you felt your climax. 

“I-I can’t! I’m gonna come, Riki!” You cried out, your voice trembling with the approaching climax. 

Riki felt it, your walls tightening around his cock. “Come with me, baby.” His voice was raspy.

With one final thrust, he spilled deep inside of you. That one final thrust was deep, intense, and perfect, it pushed you two over the edge at once. Riki came first, a hot rushing filling you as his hips slowed down and stopped. A guttural groan escaped from him as he spilled inside, pulsing with each throb of pleasure. 

You came at the same time as well. Your orgasm hit you like a wave—shattering every thought, every muscle in your body tightening around him as ecstasy ripped through your core. A drawn-out moan slipped from your lips…loud and panting…blending seamlessly with Riki’s satisfied exhale above you. 

Riki slowly pulled out, his cock glistening with a mix of his cum and yours. The sudden emptiness made your puss throb, a quiet whimper escaped you as the warmth left your body. A warm drip slipped from you, his cum slowly seeping from your well-used pussy. A soft, sticky feeling as it dripped into the fabric of his sheets. 

He carefully brought your legs down from his shoulders, placing them back onto the mattress. He pulled away, sliding back and out of the space between your legs. With a heavy sigh—half fatigue, half contentment, he collapsed beside you. 

The bed sank slightly under his large body. You both lay next to each other, still on your backs with your eyes shut. The atmosphere was slightly heavy with the scent of sweat and sex; musky, earthy, undeniably intimate. 

Your skin glimmered softly in the dim light—a thin layer of sweat coating your body from the activity you two did. Riki remained silent, just catching his breath beside you, shoulders nearly brushing yours. Comfortable silence wraps around you two like a blanket after something so intense. 

Riki eventually broke the silence, his voice now lower, gentler than it was earlier. Still somewhat hoarse from what you two did. 

“Hey..” He said simply. A quiet acknowledgement as he looked at you resting beside him, his gaze was soft. 

“You okay?” The question came with genuine concern beneath his typical calm demeanor. He wanted to ensure you were okay—not just physically, but emotionally too. 

“Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” He asked you once again, his eyebrows slightly knitted with concern evident on his face, as he observed you and waited for an answer. 

You turned your head toward him. Your chest continued to rise and fall with lingering breathlessness…cheeks flushed, lips parted…yet you were glowing under the soft light. You flashed him a small smile and shook your head gently. 

“I’m fine, Riki. You didn’t hurt me.” A pause, then you added softly “It was perfect.” 

Before he could say anything else, you leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on his lips. A tender touch that conveyed all the appreciation and love words couldn’t fully express at the moment. Riki lets out a sigh of relief, the tension on his shoulders melted away instantly. His knitted eyebrows smoothed out, and were replaced by something softer. 

He closed his eyes and returned the kiss back, slowly and tenderly. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. 

“I’m glad.” He murmured quietly—the words softly spoken, genuine and heartfelt. 

Then, you remembered something. 

The report. 

Your heart sank as soon as you looked at the clock—4:03 AM.

“Fuck. Riki, the report.” 

Panic surged over your face as you shot up, you hurriedly got off the bed. Your bare feet touched the cold floor while you hurriedly searched for your clothes. From behind you, a soft laugh came from Riki. Then, an arm was wrapped around your waist and gently tugged you closer.

“Riki–”

“Relax, angel.” He pressed a kiss on your exposed shoulder, warm and lingering. His tone was calm, reassuring. He pushed your hair aside to expose the curve of your neck, before placing a kiss on it then murmured. 

“The deadline was extended. It’s due later this afternoon.” A brief pause. “Professor Kim sent it to our GC a few hours ago.”

You froze for a moment, processing. The deadline was moved? Not due until afternoon. The tension on your shoulder melted instantly. You let out a deep sigh of relief, before you leaned back against his chest. 

The warmth of your bodies combining, both of you standing naked with his arm around your waist and bodies pressed together. Riki nuzzled his nose against your neck before giving it another kiss, then one on your jawline. 

Riki’s smile formed into a smirk against your skin. He placed one final kiss on your jaw, then murmured, his tone laced with teasing smugness.

“Sooo… we have hours, angel.” A pause. A slow drag of his fingers down your stomach. 

“Wanna go back to bed? Or should I just carry you?” The teasing was light—full of affection, zero pressure.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, slapping his arm gently before you turned back to face him. 

“Absolutely no, we’re doing the report.” 

A loud, dramatic groan escaped Riki as he plops back down onto the bed, his arms and legs extended wide like a starfish. You couldn’t resist but let out a chuckle at his exaggerated antics.

Maybe one more round wouldn’t hurt. 

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₊˚⊹♡Best birthday ever₊˚⊹♡

⋮ ⌗ ┆in which: It was Sunoo’s 23rd birthday, and to celebrate it, you hosted a cozy party at your shared homes with close friends and family. 

After everyone left…silence filled the apartment. Sunoo—typically bubbly and bright, felt different this evening. There was an unspoken change of demeanor, calm yet undeniably dominant. Without wasting any more time, Sunoo claimed his final present: You. 

⋮ ⌗ ┆pairings: dom!idol!sunoo x fem!sub!non-idol!reader

⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: fluff, smut (mdni), praises, cursing, oral sex (fem receiving) fingering, petnames (love, my love, good girl, sun, sunshine), neck kisses, orgasm. 

⋮ ⌗ ┆a/n: Happy belated birthday to enhypen’s and engene’s sunshine. To honor Sunoo’s birthday, I decided to post an au. I think I will also publish birthday au’s for the other members. Also, thank you so much for the likes and comments on my previous au, I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy this one as well. 

⋮ ⌗ ┆word count: 4.7k

⋮ ⌗ ┆NOT PROOFREAD!

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June 24, 2026

Today is your boyfriend’s birthday, Sunoo. 

To celebrate his birthday, you decided to throw a small birthday party at your shared house—keeping things intimate and special. Sunoo is currently out with his sister; you had purposely asked his sister to take him out and to keep him entertained while you secretly decorated the place with the help of his friends. 

Sunghoon stood while holding a curtain made of silver foil fringe, looking around for where it should go. “Where should I put this, Y/n?” He asked casually. 

Without hesitation, you pointed towards the living room space. “Just right there.” Sunghoon turned his head to where you pointed then started moving. 

Jake scooted away, hands pressed over his ears as he curled into a defensive ball—knees tucked against his chest. Ni-ki hovered over him with a playful smile, holding up an inflated balloon and threatening to pop it right next to Jake. 

“Cut it out, Ni-ki! Seriously!” Jake protested loudly, but the amusement in Ni-ki’s eyes just grew more. He continually playfully lifted the balloon higher. 

You watched them from the other side of the room—a fond smile tugging  at your lips. Without any real irritation in your voice, you called them out. “Hey, get back to work.”

Ni-ki instantly straightened his back—mock seriousness replacing his playfulness as he saluted dramatically. “Yes ma’am!”

The gesture caused you to snort. Ni-ki’s antics were absurd but charming in that silly manner only he could manage. In the kitchen, Jay and Evan were occupied—plates set up neatly for the catered food they’d picked up earlier. They worked seamlessly as if they were a perfectly synchronized unit. 

Jungwon stepped out for a moment to pick up some cakes from the nearby bakery. The apartment hummed with soft energy…each person intent on ensuring Sunoo’s birthday was just right. 

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The setup was complete—finished just in time. 

The silver curtain foil fringe adhered to the wall, with a massive HAPPY BIRTHDAY balloon positioned against it. Balloons were scattered across the floor, with some taped up high on walls. The dining table looked perfect; dishes were beautifully organized, plates and cutlery neatly piled alongside glasses brimming with beverages. 

Sunoo’s sister had just messaged you saying, “We’re on our way back.” Sunoo’s parents were already here, they are now sitting quietly in a corner of a living room…waiting with warm smiles. They arrived early while Sunoo was still out with his sister so they could assist in surprising him as well. 

The members immediately went into their designated positions. Jay positioned himself by the door with a party popper in hand…while you stood facing the entrance, holding Sunoo’s ube cake carefully—the purple fondant “HBD SUNOO” alongside his 23rd candle, already lit up. 

The soft thud of footsteps echoed from the hallway outside—accompanied by Sunoo’s distinctive cheerful laughter and his sister’s chatter. You took a slow, steadying breath…heart thudding just slightly.  

The door unlocked with a soft click—the keypad beeping with a gentle sound as the lock disengaged.

The second the doors opened widely? 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” 

Everyone yelled in sync, voices bright and joyful. Jay quickly twisted the party popper in his hand, the confetti's bursting in all directions like shimmering rainfall. 

Sunoo froze in the doorway, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. The unexpected burst of confetti had completely surprised him. His sister stood behind him—continuing to film with her phone raised, but her smile radiated pure affection as she watched Sunoo’s reaction. 

“Surprise!~” You giggled, watching his reaction closely. 

Tears instantly started to well up in his eyes. Before the first tear could even fall, he broke into a sprint towards you. With a smile, you gently moved the cake to the side as you opened your arms wide. Sunoo nearly crashed into you in the best way possible, encircling your waist with his arms and nuzzling his face into your shoulder. He held onto you as if he never wanted to let go. 

One arm wrapped around him, your hand softly placed on his head, while the other carefully balanced the cake to keep it from slipping. A genuine smile stayed on your face while you allowed him to hold you for a moment more, his shoulders shaking slightly as soft sobs slipped out. 

“Happy birthday, my sunshine.” 

You murmured, gently tapping his back before eventually pulling back. Upon raising his gaze, his eyes appeared glassy and slightly red from crying. Realizing everyone was watching, he quickly wiped them away, earning a chorus of playful teasing from his members. Nearby, his parents couldn’t help but giggle at his adorable reaction, their faces radiating warmth as they watched the heartfelt moment unfold. 

You chuckled quietly and lifted your thumb to clear a stray tear, before holding the cake out towards him. Almost immediately, everyone joined in. 

“Happy birthday to you~”

“Happy birthday to you~”

“Happy birthday, our dear Sunoo~”

“Happy birthday to you~”

The place was alive with cheerful voices as the melody continued. As the final note disappeared, a comfortable silence enveloped everyone. 

“Make a wish.” You said softly. 

Sunoo smiled and nodded. Slowly, he shut his eyes, taking a moment to himself. Moments later, he opened his eyes and instinctively met your gaze. The corner of his mouth rose as he leaned forward and blew out the candle. 

The room erupted into cheers and applause. 

Stepping aside, you laughed as his members immediately swarmed him. They threw their arms around him, ruffled his hair, and shook him dramatically while showering him birthday wishes and relentless teasing. 

“Aigoo, I can’t believe you cried, Sunoo-ah~” Jay joked, a smile spreading on his face. Ni-ki instantly erupted in laughter, mimicking his Sunoo hyung, earning laughs from everyone around him. 

“He was clinging onto Y/n like this.” Evan continued, demonstrating it to Jungwon. Encircling Jungwon with his arms and pressing his face onto his shoulder in an exaggerated reenactment. The room erupted into another round of laughter. 

“Yah! Stop it!” Sunoo complained between laughs, rolling his eyes as they kept fussing over him. One by one, they handed him their gifts, each one trying to outdo the last one with exaggerated presentations. Shortly after, his parents came over, greeting him warmly and handing their gifts to him as well. Sunoo accepted everything with a grateful smile.

The party was finally ready to begin. 

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You remained at the side, content to let Sunoo enjoy his special day. You were never the kind to draw attention away from him, especially not on a day meant to celebrate him. There was no need for you to be at the center of everything.

Occasionally, you engaged in conversations with his family members or some of his friends, exchanging polite conversations and warm smiles, but they never lasted long. Soon, you would drift away again, finding small things to keep yourself occupied. You collected discarded cups on the table, disposed of random bits of litter, and tidied up the food section whenever it became messy. They were simple tasks, but you didn’t mind it. In fact, you preferred it this way. 

From where you stood, you could see Sunoo laughing freely with his members. His radiant smile never seemed to leave his face as he bounced between conversations, received more birthday wishes, and endured constant teasing from those who cared for him. 

Watching it all unfold, you couldn’t resist smiling.

It was comforting to see him this happy, surrounded by those who loved him, creating memories he would cherish long after the day was over. 

You were in the kitchen, discarding paper plates and throwaway utensils when a warm, recognizable hand unexpectedly rested on your hips. A startled gasp left your mouth, and you jumped slightly before quickly turning around. 

The moment you saw him, relief washed over you. 

“Gosh, you scared me, sun.” You placed a hand on your chest, attempting to calm your pounding heart. A soft laugh escaped him while he watched you, his hand staying comfortably on your hip. 

“Sorry, my love.” He whispered, leaning over to place a soft kiss on your check. You shook your head, unable to suppress the grin pulling at your mouth. 

“What are you doing in here, hm?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.  

“Nothing.” He exhaled, leaning his forehead gently against yours. “Just a little overstimulated.” 

A chuckle escaped from your mouth. His arm wrapped around your waist, drawing you nearer until there was almost no space left between you two. 

“Well…” You teased, pinching his cheeks slightly, “That tends to happen when you’re the birthday boy.”

You draped your arms over his shoulder, letting them rest behind his neck as he smiled, his expression softening even more at your embrace. 

“Thank you so much for this.” He sighed contentedly. “For all of this.” His gaze wandered around the room before returning his gaze back to you. 

“I really appreciate it, love.” He gave a small nod, then leaned closer and placed a peck on your lips. 

You smiled softly before cradling his face between your palms. 

“Of course. You’re welcome, Sunoo.” You glided your thumb softly against his cheeks. “You’ve been so busy lately, and this is the only time you’ve had to truly relax and have some fun.” 

“Thank you. Really.” He murmured with a genuine smile.

“Alright, birthday boy, get back to your party.” You gave his shoulders a gentle pat. 

“Do I have to?” He whines quietly. You let out a chuckle then rolled your eyes. “Yes. It’s your party.”

He let out an exasperated huff and rolled his eyes. He lifted his hands up and gently took your hands from his face and held them. “But I’m comfortable here.”

“You can be comfortable later.” 

He sighed dramatically, earning another eye roll from you. 

“You’re impossible.”

“And yet you love me.”

His smile widened immediately. “Unfortunately.” 

You laughed and pushed his chest gently. “Now, go.”

He caught your wrist before you could pull away completely and gently pulled you closer. “I mean it, though.” He murmured, his voice softer now. “Today was amazing.” 

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, y’know.” You chuckled.

“I know.”  His thumb brushes against your hand. “I just don’t want you to think that I take any of it for granted.” 

Your expressions softened and you shook your head. “What? No. I don’t.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The sounds of the party felt far away next to the warmth of his hand holding yours and the affectionate gaze in his eyes. 

“Fine. I’m going back.” 

“Good.” 

He squeezed your hand once more before being surrounded by his friends and family, he cast you a glance from across the room—his gaze filled with affection, gratitude, and a hint of mischief. 

A look that promised he’d find his way back to you after the party. 

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“Bye! Thank you so much for coming! Take care!”

With a smile, you waved farewell while Sunoo stood beside you, mirroring your gesture. You watched as his friends and family got into their cars and departed one by one. After the final car vanished from view, you shut the door and turned to face him. 

“Time to tidy up.” You said with a soft sigh, offering him a smile before taking the empty trash bag and starting the task. 

“I should help clean–”

“No, love.” You immediately shook your head, snatching the trash from his hand.

“Come on, let me help–” 

“Nope. You’re the birthday boy.” You walked away, picking up stray trash as he followed behind you.

“Birthday boy,” he protested. “Not helpless.”

“Sunoo, put that down.” You groaned frustratedly, striding over to snatch the trash from him, but he dodged you and tossed it into the trash bag in his hand.

“You’re supposed to be resting.” 

“And you’re supposed to stop treating me like I’m sick.” 

“You’re impossible.” You sighed.

“Thanks.”

“That was not a compliment.” A grin spread across his face. You were about to argue back when you suddenly froze. 

“Wait.”

“What?” He asked, his back facing you as he keeps picking up trash and putting them in his trash bag. 

“Oh my god.” You dropped your trash bag and quickly wiped your hands on your dress. 

“What?” He asked, finally lifting his head up and looking at you with a confused, curious reaction. 

“I forgot something.” 

You quickly made your way down the hallway towards your bedroom. “Stay right there!” You yelled from the room. 

After a few minutes, you finally came back again, your hands behind you as you approached him. Your expression was bright with excitement, your lips pressed into a thin line. 

“You have another gift?” His eyes widened slightly, lips parting in surprise. 

“It’s the last one.” You reassured him.

“Y/n, what you did earlier was already enough. You didn’t have to–”

“But, I want to, Sunoo.” You said softly, taking another step forward towards him. 

“Give me your palm and close your eyes.” You ordered softly. He hesitated, staring at you as if deciding whether to refuse or accept your gift. He let out a sigh and finally closed his eyes, opening his palms. 

You smiled, slowly pulling out the gift behind you, then gently putting it on his hands. 

“Now, open your eyes.” 

He slowly opened them, his gaze fell on the small white box on his palm. Sunoo’s fingertips glided along the edges of the small white box—his curiosity piqued. He tilted his head slightly, studying it for a moment before lifting his gaze to meet yours. 

“What’s this?” He asked softly, blinking in quiet anticipation. You playfully rolled your eyes and scoffed—unable to hide your fondness at how silly he was being. 

“Open it, silly!” You urged with an excited grin. 

Slowly…carefully…Sunoo lifted its lid. The silver necklace inside caught the light immediately—the chain elegant but simple; its pendant featuring a small picture of the two of you together: beaming faces captured in joy. 

Sunoo’s breath caught the moment he laid his eyes on the picture inside. His fingers lingered above it—unsure, as if touching it would make this moment less real. The pendant was delicate: a tiny oval locket that swung open to show your printed beach photo securely tucked behind the glass. The silver chain gleamed gently as he took it out of the box…utterly captivated. 

“It’s nothing big–” 

“Nothing big? Y/n, this is…beautiful.” His voice came out thick with tension. Then his gaze flicked up to yours—glassy with unshed tears. No sarcasm or teasing now, just pure sincerity shining through every word. 

Your expression softened completely—melting into something tender and warm as you watched Sunoo. His eyes glistening with unshed tears, his voice quiet but filled with sincerity…every word carrying pure emotion. An affectionate smile appears on your mouth as you watch him. 

“Do you like it?” You asked quietly. Sunoo stared at you for a while, he didn’t respond with words yet. Instead, he surged forward and almost sent you tumbling backward in his rush to hug you, his arms securing around your waist tightly. 

A giggle escaped you as Sunoo’s face nestled into the curve of your neck…his breathing uneven, quiet sobs shaking him slightly. “I love it. It’s beautiful.” He whispers softly, his voice muffled against your skin. 

Your smile grew. Without thinking, you held him tighter—one hand softly running through his hair as comfort. 

“Stop crying, birthday boy.”

You playfully teased him, pulling back slightly to catch a glimpse of his face—his cheeks wet with tears of joy, lips forming into an adorable pout. The sight made your heart squeeze. With your thumb, you brushed away some stray tears…then couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he appeared—all teary-eyed and sniffly because of the necklace you gave. 

“Put it on me.” He handed you the silver chain back to you and walked towards the living room. The two of you sat down on the couch as Sunoo positioned himself: he turned around so his back was facing you. 

You took the necklace in your hands, feeling its cool silver against your fingertips. Sunoo remained sitting still—his back straight, breathing steady as you carefully lifted it over his head. The chain slid effortlessly down to rest against his collarbone…the pendant now lying right above his chest. You closed the clasp with a soft click, then let your fingers rest there for a second—admiring how perfectly it looked on him. 

You clasped your hands together, small but excited. “Done!”

Sunoo slowly turned to look at you…his face changing from emotional awe to something quieter, more intimate. The way he looked at you had shifted from grateful to intense. His gaze dropped briefly to your lips before darting back up. Without a warning, he closed the distance between you two and pressed his lips gently against yours. It started sweet…tender even…but there was hunger underneath it too. 

Sunoo kissed you softly at first, savoring every brush of skin before deepening it gradually. His hand rose gently, one cradling your jaw while the fingers of the other curled lightly into your hair. 

A small gasp escaped you when Sunoo’s lip collided with yours, intense and hungry, but still laced with tenderness. The kiss was intense, passionate, and somewhat urgent…as if he had been restraining himself all evening but couldn’t anymore. 

You instinctively kissed him back—though for a brief moment you slowed down, shocked by the sudden shift. Your fingers curled against the material of his shirt as if grounding yourself. 

The moment you tried to pull away just an inch to speak? Sunoo immediately chased after your lips. His hand slid from your jaw to cradle the back of your head…preventing any escape as he deepened the kiss further with a soft whimper against your lips. 

The kiss sparked—both of you feeding into each other’s desire, tongues intertwining clumsily. Sunoo kissed you with desperation, and your response matched his intensity. 

Your hand remained clenched in his shirt while the armrest of the couch was pressed against your back—supporting you while Sunoo hovered over, knees bracketing yours. The shift happened naturally: him leaning down…then positioning himself between your legs without breaking the kiss. 

When his lips eventually departed from yours to glide down? A shiver ran through you. His mouth travelled along your jawline with featherlight kisses before moving downward—to the neck where his warm breath brushed against your skin just before gentle kisses came…causing your pulse to jump beneath them. 

Sunoo’s lips moved slowly and purposely on your neck—each kiss a mark, each press of his mouth sending sparks down your spine. He lingered at a sensitive spot just below your ear…sucking slightly before soothing it with his tongue. 

Your breath came quick, shallow gasps now—head tilted back further against the couch. Each brush of his lips made a heat of pool low in your stomach, every nip sent electric pulses through your veins. 

Sunoo’s voice was a soft, tender rumble against your skin as he whispered between kisses. “You’ve been such a good girl for me…hm?” Praise laced with affection, his lips still moving over your neck. 

“Planning and hosting a party? Just for me?” Each syllable carried awe. You could only whimper in response—fingers tightening instinctively in his hair, tugging slightly without meaning to. 

He pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and murmured, “Not even letting me lift a finger.” Then he placed one final gentle kiss there before slowly pulling away…finally looking into your eyes directly. 

The moment his eyes met yours, the atmosphere shifted—thicker and heavier. Sunoo’s eyes were dark with devotion…yet held a touch of something more intense. 

His thumb lightly grazed your cheekbone before he leaned in to kiss you once more—this time more tenderly, gradually…as if sealing a promise. 

When he pulled away, his voice barely above a whisper—rough with emotion and quiet intensity. “You’ve already taken care of everything.”

A pause. Then, 

“Now let me take care of you…yeah?” Not a question…just gentle permission.

You bit your lip—instinctively wanting to protest…but the words died down before they formed. Instead, you just nodded quietly…surrendering. 

Sunoo’s lips formed a small smile at your surrender—a quiet victory in his eyes. Without saying anything further, he kissed you once more—slow and deep this time…savoring it. 

Then, the kiss broke. You automatically leaned forward to recapture his mouth, but stopped when you realized what’s about to happen. 

Sunoo was slowly sliding down off of you, but his knees were still framing yours as he descended slowly…intentionally…making each movement visible so you could watch every second of it unfold.

With every inch he moved, your breath caught. Your pupils dilating more; heart racing as anticipation coiled tight in abdomen—knowing exactly where this was heading but still trembling at the slow build-up. 

Sunoo took his time, savoring the moment. His hands glided up your thighs—slow and intentional—as he lifted the material of your dress higher. The fabric gathered around your waist…pooling at your stomach before he lowered himself back onto his knees. 

Then? Your panties came into view—thin and clinging to you, unmistakably wet already. The arousal of you struck him right away: warm, familiar…his.

For a moment, Sunoo remained completely still. He simply gazed—eyes darkening with a mix of worship and raw hunger as his breath hitched slightly. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Y/n.” He murmured, voice thick with awe before adding softly. “Already wet for me?” 

A sound slipped out from you, shame coloring your face as you instinctively attempted to squeeze your thighs together. However, Sunoo didn’t let you. His hands gently but firmly pushed them apart again, keeping you exposed. 

He pressed a soft kiss to the edge of your lips before whispering, “Don’t hide it for me now, love.” His voice was velvet-warm. “Let me make you feel good, hm?”

Then? His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties. Slowly, he started pulling them down inch by inch…fabric slipping over your hips, then thighs…until the cool air kissed newly bared skin where heat pooled most intensely.

As soon as your panties fell to your ankles, Sunoo tossed them aside without a second glance. His focus was entirely on you now, his breath visibly quickened as his eyes raked over the sight of your bare, glistening pussy…already swollen with arousal just from anticipation. 

His lips parted slightly, awe and desire, as he absorbed every detail: how wet you were for him…how perfectly exposed and vulnerable this made you feel under his gaze

Then slowly? Deliberately? He leaned down closer—hands resting on either side of your hips before closing the distance. 

The moment his tongue made contact—warm, full, and perfect. Your entire body arched a bit off the couch. A moan escaped your mouth—airy and unfiltered. “Oh my god…Sun…” 

Your fingers instinctively gripped his hair. Sunoo took his time, the first lick was gentle…curious….testing the taste of you before diving in completely. 

Then? He did it again—but deeper this time: flattening that same broad stroke against your folds with deliberate pressure…savoring every shudder it drew from you. 

“You taste so good, love. Shit.” 

The feeling was overwhelming—Sunoo’s tongue moved with a combination of gentleness and skill, alternating between slow, wide licks and featherlight flicks that made your hips jerk involuntarily. Every swipe sent sparks shooting up your spine. 

His hands moved under your thighs to secure you—soft yet steady—as he focused entirely on this. The warmth of his mouth combined with the occasional teasing nip had you squirming. 

His actions shifted—now quicker, bolder. 

The broad surface of his tongue dragged up your slit with deliberate purpose…then circled your clit in swift, firm movements—no longer just exploring but targeting. His hands tightened around your thighs, not in a rough manner but to steady himself as he increased his pace, switching between firm strokes and rapid flicks against the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Sunoo!”

Your voice broke when you cried out his name, the sound raw and desperate. Your thighs instinctively clamped around his head, holding him in place as your fingers twisted tighter in his hair. 

He didn’t ease off even for a moment. Instead? Without warning…two of Sunoo’s fingers slipped inside you—curling just right as they entered, stretching you perfectly while he began to thrust them in slow, deep movements. 

“Look at you…squeezing me so tight.” He chuckled, before diving back right in.

The combination was lethal, his tongue still flicking relentlessly over your clit as those expert fingers worked their magic on that perfect spot…creating a rhythm so good it made your toes curl  and back arch off the couch.

“S’too much…please..” You cried out. Your head falling back against the armrest. 

Your mind went entirely blank—no thoughts, no words…just pure sensation crashing over you like waves. The combined stimulation was overwhelming: Sunoo’s fingers moving skillfully within you, his tongue swirling around your clit in frustratingly precise licks. 

The only thing you could manage was to moan—high-pitched and continuous, breathless noises spilling from your mouth uncontrollably. Your body arched and trembled beneath him, legs shaking around his head, fingers clutching his hair frantically as if pleading for either more or mercy…but he gave neither. 

Sunoo worked relentlessly—determined to completely unravel you with this relentless rhythm.

“You’re doing good, love.” His voice came out muffled—vibrations against your sensitive skin—as he groaned between licks and sucks. 

The living room was thick with sound—wet, obscene noises from Sunoo’s mouth on you blended with your unrestrained moans. His lips and tongue moved continually on your pussy while his fingers curled within you. 

The wet sounds echoing the silent atmosphere. The air smelled like sex now…charged with heat, sweat, and that distinct musk of intimacy. 

“S-Sun…I’m going to–” Your voice shook while attempting to warn him. But the words barely formed before your body tensed, that tight coil inside was close to snapping. 

Sunoo didn’t stop. If anything at all? He pushed harder. His fingers curled deeper, his tongue moved quicker over your clit. “Come for me, love. I got you.” 

Then it came: a white-hot rush of pleasure crashing through every nerve. Your back arched off the couch violently, a loud moan ripped out of you. Sunoo gripping your thighs firmly as waves of orgasm surged relentlessly. 

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave—relentless and all-consuming. Your whole body trembled in response, your pussy clenching around Sunoo’s fingers as pleasure pulsed in intense, rhythmic waves. 

Sunoo didn’t pull away yet—he kept his mouth on you even while you trembled, lapping gently now to soothe the oversensitivity creeping in. His fingers slowed their movements within you…easing from thrusting to gentle rocking motions while your climax faded away. 

The living room was quiet except from your labored breaths and the occasional whimper slipping from your lips still parted from the aftershocks. Sunoo finally raised his head…his eyes filled with warmth, and perhaps a touch of smugness, before placing a soft kiss near the top of your thigh.

Then he smiled softly—the kind of smile reserved only for moments this perfect—and whispered: "Best birthday ever." Because honestly? No gift could’ve topped what you’d just given him.

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