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thank fucking god it only took the first try for your university’s basketball team to win nationals, which meant that now you can finally celebrate with your best friend, nishimura riki— captain of said team.
both of you were sprawled out on the bed of his dorm, watching whatever was on the makeshift tv (an ipad), his arms crossed while you lay on his chest— taking meagre sips of your sake, the two of you mildly tipsy.
you’re not a drinker by any means, but you promised you’d try some of niki’s mom’s sake stash he had brought from home and kept in the dorm, when your best friend had bagged the win. you just didn’t think it’d be so soon.
the sake was decent.
the drink made you feel a little nauseous, or maybe it was the fact that niki’s basketball jersey made access to his arms so easy.
fuck, you wanted to bite his biceps.
niki was occupied with savouring the alcohol, while you were more interested in the tattoo that keeps peeking out from under his arm every time he lifts his arm to drink.
you traced it and prodded at it gently.
“stop it.” he mumbles, his eyes glued to the screen.
“can i see?”
niki peels his eyes away from the ipad and gives you a weird look, but he quietly lifts his jersey over his head anyway, and he meant to throw it to the floor off of the bed, but somehow it ends up smacking you in the face.
he snorts at the sight of your head wearing his jersey before he peels it off of you, dropping it by his bedside instead while you gave his figure a quick up-down.
“you’re scrawny.”
niki tells you to shut up while he grabs your hand and puts it on the side of his abdomen, “is it cool?”
“when did you get it?” you asked softly, mindlessly tracing your nail along the lines of his tattoo.
“right after i graduated high school. my parents don’t know yet though. surprised they haven’t noticed, considering it’s occupying so much fucking space on my body.”
niki starts slowly guiding your hand downward, past his ribs, “it didn’t hurt at all.”
“you’re a fucking liar.” you say shakily. your voice was thin and airy, and something in your tummy flutters whenever you felt niki inhaling and exhaling, his chest rising and falling against your fingers.
you begin to wonder if niki was just making you feel him up because you had been curiously staring at his tattoo or because he wanted you to— in fact, he hasn’t let go of your hand.
“d’you like it?” there’s a drawl to his voice that wasn’t there before.
“it’s…nice.” you mutter stupidly.
“really? what’s it say?” niki says, like it’s some sort of test, and your words fail you because you can’t seem to make sense of anything when you feel the warmth of his skin against yours.
you see the next few moments in slow motion. niki leans in slowly, giving you the time to refuse and shove him away if you wanted to, but you don’t. instead, your body gravitates towards his.
suddenly his lips are against yours, and you simply melt into the kiss, unable to resist him— he pulls you onto his lap, and your hands find his hair while you straddle him as if it were a habit.
he tastes like sake— you both do, exchanging saliva. his hands roam the expanse of your back, feeling you up. the sensation makes you roll your hips against him, which earns you a delicious groan.
“fuck.” he groans, his voice gravelly, “good girl.”
you feel your core pulse and ache at his praise— eager for more, your hands wander past his hips, to gently pull at his pants as a question.
he nods with a grin on his lips— and your hands continue wandering, palming him through his boxers. he had a semi-hard on and it’s current length and girth was already alarming enough to you— you couldn’t even begin to imagine how the whole thing would fit.
niki continues to praise you under his breath, along with occasional moans every time your hand made him feel good. his own weren’t idle, gently gripping at your thighs, fingertips teasing past the hem of your shirt, wanting to explore further.
“stop-“ niki says suddenly, before holding both of your hands together in place, guiding them out of his pants, “i want to touch you too.”
“were you…gonna cum in your pants?”
“no." niki refutes quickly, yet he sounds like a petulant child that's terribly unconvincing, which makes you laugh at him in little bursts of cackling— he shuts you up by kissing you briefly, biting at your lower lip before he pulled away.
“i’m gonna touch you now.” he announces, his hands slowly moving up under your shirt, fingertips gently rubbing against the underside of your bra.
“do you even know how to take it off?” you tease him, watching him.
“no…but can i try?”
you comb his hair with your fingers, moving his hair out of his eyes, “okay.” you say tenderly while niki helps you take your shirt off, and with your skin being exposed to the aircon and your best friend’s hungry gaze, you shiver.
“c’mere.” niki coos, sitting up a little to pull you closer to him. you don’t resist, and lean into him, while he begins his conquest to unhook a ladies’ bra for the first time.
kisses are peppered against your neck while his fingers get busy acquainting themselves with the hooks of your bra.
“i thought you were a virgin.” niki’s voice was uncertain, soft against your ear and for a moment he sounds hurt at the thought of someone getting their hands on you before he did.
“but i am?” you assured him softly with a shy smile. niki could be insecure too, you realise now, and it melts your heart a little to know he cares about you to this degree.
“then where’d you learn to kiss and touch me like that?”
you let out a soft snicker.
niki tuts, “dirty girl.”
distracted by the brief conversation, you hadn’t realised niki had already undone the hooks one by one, when suddenly you feel the clasps of your bra loosen, the sweet release from the agony, alternatively known as the under-wiring of your bra.
“look at you go, you’re a natural.” you say sarcastically, before leaning back to allow niki to peel it off of you— the tips of his fingers are cold against your collarbone as he takes one strap, then the other, and swiftly removes the article of clothing off of you.
niki doesn’t say a word as he strips you, but you see his adam’s apple bob up and down in appreciation— his eyes are transfixed on your breasts.
“what? don’t tell me it’s your first time seeing tits.”
niki scoffs, “fuck no. just…weird seeing yours.”
“fuck you- oh fuck.”
you let out a weird, needy noise that makes you want to keel over and die out of embarrassment as niki cups one of your breasts and takes it into his mouth— he bites gently, looking up at you through his long hair.
the night becomes a blur as time spreads out, but you remember a lot of spit-swapping and moaning.
niki now had you pinned down, your back against his mattress while your legs were spread wide open— he towered over you, and you remember him asking for permission with the sweetest tone you’d ever heard him speak in, with the smallest shred of decency he had left in him before he entered you.
“since you like my tattoo so much, go on and get a good look of it now, yeah?”
easy for niki to say, while he’s mercilessly thrusting into the spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head— you let out pathetic noises. a string of senseless whimpers and moans.
“use your words, dirty girl.” niki grunts, reaching out to caress you by the cheek.
“fuck you.” you said weakly, fingernails digging into niki’s arms— they’re leaving marks in his skin for sure, you can see the red lines you leave behind every time you lose strength, when you have to reach out to grab onto him again or you just might start screaming bloody murder from how good he’s fucking you.
not sure the students next door would like that.
but if it hurts, it doesn’t show on his face— instead, his brows were furrowed in deep concentration. however his thrusts grew sloppier and he was starting to make almost as much noise as you were.
“gonna cum?” you asked first, though it sounded like you were very much on the verge of cumming first— your voice high and pinched. at least, you hoped you were going to cum instead of pissing all over your best friend.
you weren’t exactly sure what orgasming would feel like, but right now, it feels like a dam is about to burst in your nether regions.
instead of confirming or denying, he asks,“where do you want me to cum?”
“anywhere as long as it’s not inside, dummy."
niki’s been fucking into you with reckless abandon, without a condom on, and yet he still has the audacity to wear a shit-eating grin on his face, “so…on your face?”
you smack his forearm several times as a warning for good measure, “i’ll kill you.”
“then let me cum in your mouth? please?”
you grimace at the prospect.
“please?” he leans down to kiss you briefly, “need it so bad…” his lips trail down to your neck, and you close your eyes in bliss for a foolish moment before you feel his lips leave your neck while his thumb puts pressure on your clit— he’s driving you to your climax on purpose, forcing you to decide now.
but honestly between all the thrusting and newly added clitoris-blasting, you couldn’t put together a coherent response— you cry out in ecstasy as you reach your peak, and niki grunts as your walls flutter around his length.
“good girl.” niki says softly, taking hold of your trembling hands to press kisses against your knuckles as you slowly rode off of your high.
your chest rises and falls erratically while you lay limp, and then you feel niki pulling out.
you moan in detestation at the newfound emptiness between your legs, while niki stands and encourages you to sit up, gently tugging you by your arm.
ever so tenderly, he holds your head by the chin and used his other hand to pump his cock against your lips, “is this okay, baby? can i?”
while he’s waiting for your answer, you notice his strokes are slow— he’s on the verge of spilling all over you.
instead of speaking, you stuck out your tongue for him and he lets out a groan that’s borderline animalistic— you might have laughed at the sound if you weren’t preoccupied by the sensation of niki rutting his cock against your mouth as he comes— his salty seed on your tongue, dripping down onto your chin and thighs.
he mumbles a bunch of expletives as he tugs off the few finals drops of his orgasm, before immediately stepping aside to get tissues.
niki doesn’t hand them to you, he simply kneels by your side and cleans your thighs, then your face, dabbing at your lips gently.
you stare at him with an open mouth full of his cum, blinking your eyes as a sign to ask, what should you do.
“you can spit it out if you want.” niki says, cupping his hand and holding it out for you.
you swallow.
“oh, fuck.” he says in admiration, before he kisses you— his lips on yours for more than a few moments— intentionally lingering. “you’re so cute.”
the praise, again, makes you feel shy— before you finally remember the concept of shame and the fact that you’re butt-naked in front of your best mate, and quickly reach for his blanket to shield your naked self with.
“why? nothing i haven’t seen. and i was just inside you.” niki whines, trying to pry the blanket out of your hand.
“i’m sorry.” you blurt out, and niki stops prying.
“huh?”
niki sounds offended.
which makes you doubt yourself you even more.
“i shouldn’t have kissed you.”
“i leaned in to kiss you.” niki corrected, but you don’t register his words and continue blabbering.
“i mean…i shouldn’t have drank…i shouldn’t have…you know? no…fuck…”
niki shushes you by putting his hand against your mouth.
“do you like me?” he asks bluntly.
“what?”
“i want to go out with you. only if you want to go out with me too.” niki says calmly, plopping down on his bed, next to you.
“oh.”
“so, do you?”
you look at niki and his lips are pursed like he’s anticipating the worst. you don’t say anything, because you’re a bitch who enjoys the sight of your best friend being emotionally tortured. instead, you kiss him, short and sweet.
“you think i’m the sort of girl who just kisses and sleeps with people i don’t like?”
“no.” niki says. “maybe.” he quickly adds after, “i’m sorry. i don’t know if you just refused me politely or-“
“i want to date you, moron. i’m not gonna want to be just friends with you after i let you put your dick in me, okay?”
niki proceeds to tackle you and barrages you with love-bites for the rest of the evening, “next time, let me fuck you while you wear my jersey.”