— ୨୧+ ̊ ni-ki

About a year ago was the first time Ni-ki laid eyes on you. It was a random Thursday, he had gone to the bookstore on your college campus, wandering the aisle while waiting for his next class, which began in 10 minutes. He’d been wandering aimlessly around the bookstore until there were only 5 minutes left until his class started, which is when he began to make his way out of the bookstore. Just as he was nearing the exit, he saw you wandering around the store with someone he assumed was one of your friends. He’d paused for a brief moment, contemplating going after you and asking for your phone number, but decided against it when he saw the time until his next class was rapidly ticking down. If I see her again. He’d told himself before walking out of the bookstore and heading to his next class.

But as his luck would have it, the next time he saw you was when he’d come home from a night class to find you making out with his roommate on their living room couch. “Oh, hey-” Heeseung had turned away from the kiss to greet Ni-ki, only to have you pull Heeseung’s face back toward you. Fuck.

Since then, he’s seen you around with a handful of different guys, your “casual hookups”, Heeseung had said when Ni-ki asked him why you had another guy’s arm around you at a party. That month, he saw you hanging around three different guys. Making out with Heeseung at their apartment, dancing with Jake at the various parties you attended, wandering around your college campus with Jay’s arm draped over your shoulder. It bothered Ni-ki to see you with so many guys. Not because of how many guys you were having fun with, but because you hadn’t seemed to even stop to consider that maybe Ni-ki was the perfect candidate to have some “fun” with. But Ni-ki didn’t allow himself to become discouraged; he was sure that eventually you’d come to realize he was the perfect man to give you the thrill you were searching for in all your casual hookups.

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While Ni-ki was sure you’d give him a chance eventually, he hadn’t expected it to be so soon. A night that started at a party, which was taking place at Jake’s house, ended with you back at Heeseung’s apartment. Only this time, you didn’t end up in Heeseung’s bed. No. You found yourself underneath his roommate, Ni-ki. Maybe it was the alcohol in your systems, or maybe it was the fact that Ni-ki had finally decided to say something more than “Hi” to you, but whatever it may have been resulted in the two of you making a mess of Ni-ki’s bed until the early hours of the morning. He was obsessed. And so were you.

In the morning, you gave Ni-ki your phone number before leaving him in his apartment with the goofiest grin on his face. Finally. He’d whispered to himself as he looked at your phone number sitting in his contact list. But once again, things didn’t go how Ni-ki had anticipated. For some foolish reason, he’d thought that after the night the two of you had, you’d drop your other casual hookup partners. He was proven wrong when he saw you walking around campus with Jay again two days later. Weeks passed, and he found himself in a relationship that was a friends with benefits arrangement at best and another casual fuck buddy at worst. He hated it. Hated knowing that once you left his place, you’d likely wander back to one of the other guys’ beds. In his very own way of showing his distaste for your arrangement. He tried pulling away. Tried. He ignored your texts asking if he’d come over to your place at 3 in the morning, but he opened the door every single time you appeared at his doorstep, and you’d spend hours breathlessly moaning each other’s names anyway. It’s just a matter of time. He’d think to himself as he lay in bed with you after going at it for hours.

Today was another day when he’d ignored your text when it lit up his phone at 1 in the morning. But it didn’t matter because just 15 minutes later, you were kissing him in the entryway of his apartment. “Are you gonna keep ignoring me? Trying to forget all the fun we’ve been having?” Your lips brushed against the skin of his jawline. Ni-ki didn’t bother replying; he had nothing to say. He couldn’t even pretend to be mad because if he was truly that upset, he wouldn’t have opened the door. So instead of trying to pick a fight, he lifts you into the air, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as they have multiple times before. He carries you to his bedroom, kicking the door shut before making his way over to his bed and dropping you onto it.

He pulls his shirt off before following you down onto the bed, positioned right in between your thighs. His hands slide up the sides of your torso, pushing the fabric of your shirt up as he does so. “I saw you with Jake at last week’s party. Are you still going to pretend any of those other guys can please you the way I can?” You don’t get the chance to reply because Ni-ki captures your lips in a heated kiss. You don’t bother trying to resist, instead allowing yourself to melt into his touch like you have every time you’ve shown up at his apartment. The way your hands slide into his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands as you kiss him with just as much passion and hunger as you always do, makes him feel like the two of you are on the same page. That you need him just as bad as he needs you. The thought of it makes him groan into the kiss. “Come on, baby. You don’t need any of those guys. I can take care of you in every way you need, just say the word.”