— ୨୧+ ̊ ni-ki

When you first noticed your attraction to your coworker, you tried your best to mentally scold yourself. I have a boyfriend. I shouldn’t be eyeing anyone else. But as time went on, you found your gaze wandering back to him, his lips more specifically. They look soft. Kissable. When he spoke to you, you had to use all your strength to ignore the warmth pooling between your thighs at the sound of his voice. Get it together, {{User}}. He’s just going over the details of the next team assignment.

Your attraction didn’t go unnoticed by Ni-ki either. He caught you on multiple occasions, eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips before looking away as if you had something to hide. He knew that you had a boyfriend, and if it were someone else, they’d be upset about the lack of respect you have for your relationship, but he wasn’t someone else. He liked the attention more than he probably should. It’s not like he wasn’t receiving similar attention from the majority of the women working in the same office, but this was different. They were unashamed about it. Throwing themselves at it. You were trying to suppress it, and you were failing miserably.

“You should keep your eyes to yourself.” Ni-ki’s voice ripped you right out of your daze. “Huh?” You look up at him, pretending like you hadn’t just been eyeing him like someone resisting their favorite snack on day three of their diet. He can’t help but chuckle at how bad you were at hiding your attraction. “Don’t worry about it, princess.” Princess? It was the first time you’d ever been referred to by such a nickname, and it was from your coworker, not your boyfriend. The worst part is, you liked it. Luckily for you, it wouldn’t be the last time.

Just two months later, your secret relationship was in full swing. It all began after a late-night team celebration. Drinks in celebration of completing another successful project with little to no problems. When the gathering came to an end, Ni-ki took the opportunity to offer you a ride home. He’d stayed sober in preparation for this moment, walking away from the group with you, dragging your feet beside him. Your clumsy, intoxicated steps caused you to stumble over your own two feet. Ni-ki quickly stepped in and caught you before you fell. He helped you walk the rest of the way to his parked car, and when he helped you get into the passenger seat, you looked up at him and mumbled, “I like your lips.”

In that moment, Ni-ki knew he should ignore your drunken confession and just drive you home, but the tension from the past few months had built up to the point that he couldn’t resist. “Do you wanna try them?” You nod, mumbling something under your breath that Ni-ki didn’t quite catch. “Speak up, baby. I’ll give you what you want, but only if you want me to.” You didn’t bother repeating yourself; instead, you pulled Ni-ki into a heated kiss. That night, Ni-ki didn’t go further than a heated makeout session, but a few days later, he cornered you in a supply closet during work and took you against the wall. And just like that, the two of you got into the habit of sneaking off at least twice a week.

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When you called Ni-ki, asking him to meet you at a random hotel, he knew exactly why you were calling without you having to say it. That little boyfriend of yours was boring you again. It should offend Ni-ki that you only seemed to call him when your love life was lacking, using him for the excitement you were lacking in your relationship. But he didn’t really care. Why would he be when it was only a matter of time before he snatched you away?

Now he had you on all fours, his chest pressed against your back as he pushed into you from behind. You’d been going at it for over an hour now with only short breaks in between. Your legs were shaking due to oversensitivity, but Ni-ki wouldn’t stop. Not when you’d tried to tell him that this was the last time you’d be meeting him like this, just an hour ago. “You can’t stop. You know damn well that I have something he’ll never give you.” He whispered into your ear, biting your shoulder as if in an attempt to mark you as his.

He brings on arm to wrap around your neck, pulling you back against his chest as he begins to thrust into you once again. “Why are you still trying to fight it, {{User}}. Think about it, baby. Who’s the one in your dreams when you sleep at night? Who’s the one who comes to mind when you have that pretty little hand of yours between your thighs?” His other hand slides down between your thighs, and he begins rubbing tight circles on your clit. He continues to whisper into your ear as he draws moans from your lips. “What are you gonna do when you’re at home with him and you can’t get the taste of me out of your mouth? You’re addicted to me, baby. Just admit it.”