can you do a find where the members find out riki has a gf after seeing like spicy pic or text on his phone
Stopppp, this is such a good idea, people are creative <3 🤭🤭🤭
Exposed secrets
Requested?: yes
Warnings: suggestive, reader is a lil freaky, if I missed smth tell me :)
Word count: 183
Pt. 2
Riki was laying spread out on the couch in their dorms. It was a long day, practice, shoots ect. Boys were TIRED.. ok? But Riki had different plans
As he flopped down on the couch he whipped out his phone and went into Whatsapp, scrolled through contacts before his thumb landed on u
Riki is 18 which results in him being freaky asf, teens ig.. as you two were texting back and forth Jake rose up from behind the couch, whispering into Riki's ear
"Damn.. who's that?"
Riki let out a loud ass screech before slapping tf out of Jake
"AHH WTF- dude... Do NOT come up behind me like that.. and.. it's no one.. just my sister"
He lied, as he picked his phone back up from his chest a message popped up..
"Can I tie a ribbon around it?"
To say that Jakes jaw droped was an understatement
"Oh HELL nah"
He said before rushing off, probably to tell the members and Riki jumping over the couch after him, to make up a lie and probably strangle Jake in the process..
giving the younger guy a chance to show you what real love feels like.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: eageryoungerbf!riki x olderfem!reader
3.0k words, age gap (2-4 years), older!femreader, fluff, SMUT, dom!riki, sub!reader, strength kink, bit of size kink, oral (fem receiving), lots of dirty talk, he loves thighs, teasing, groping, cow girl, dumbification if you squint, hair pulling, nipple play, sub!riki at the end, lots of pet names, not proofread (1/7, series masterlist) ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ!ʀɪᴋɪ doesn’t ask you to be his girlfriend, but rather asks to be your boyfriend.
riki might not believe in love at first sight but rather in INTEREST at first sight. getting to know you felt so refreshing and natural. so after a few weeks of talking he starts wondering how to best ask for this to be official. a big planned out day or a small meaningful little gesture, if brains were able to actually release steam from thinking he’d be a full on locomotive. he had it all planned out, he asked his friends, consulted his sisters and researched for ages. all for it to not go according to plan.
it had been a day of lazing around, sleepy kisses were exchanged, limbs tangled under the soft blanket that covered you. you had been babbling about something random, a tiktok you saw when it happened. “i don't know, i just saw what the comments said and thought ‘my boyfriend would never’! that's crazy, i mean why would they let this slide? have some self respect.” the second he heard the word boyfriend he froze and of course you noticed. “what’s wrong ki?”, you ask softly, brows furrowed. and then you realised what you had said, what you had called him and your eyes widen. “oh fuck, i’m sorry it just slipped out i swear i–” “can i please by your boyfriend?” he blurted out. the two of you just stared at each other, chest heaving with the heaviness of the moment. this changed everything, it would make it official. “you want to be?” you whisper softly, scared of the question taking up space. “do i want to? baby i’ve been planning for fucking weeks to ask you, of course i want to be your boyfriend.” a stupid smile spreads on your face and before he could tell you about his plans you jump at him, lips messily meeting his as you cannot help yourself from cheesing at him. “such a sweet boyfriend i have.”, you mumble against his lips and he circles his arms around you to pull you even closer.
ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ wants to impress your friends so bad when you introduce him for the first time :(
he overthinks the first meeting so much oh my babyyyy. he doesn’t want to seem too enthusiastic but also not disinterested, poor boy thinks of every possible scenario. the days leading up to the day he keeps asking you all about your friends, so in case conversation is too dry or awkward he can mention something he knows they’ll like :( but little did he know that he had absolutely NOTHING to worry about. the second you two walked into the room all your friends crowd around him, drilling him with questions about him and how he managed to turn you into this love drunk mess. he was so amazed at the fact that you talked to your friends about him in a way that seems to be more than the casual facts. “you know i’m obsessed with you handsome”, you whisper in his ear as you take his hand. pretty boy can’t help himself from cheesing the rest of the day, not even being aware that this behaviour is what makes your friends realise you’ve finally found the right person.
ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ loves to show off his strength.
it’s not necessarily that he wants to seem cocky with it, he just wants to make sure you know he can help you out. can be as simple as carrying your bags for you when you go out shopping or the cliche opening of a specifically tight jar. he’s a little shit that does love to just grab you and throw you over his shoulder, doesn’t matter how much or you weigh. don’t you dare insult him by telling him you’re too heavy. that boy will literally look you dead in the face, all insulted and go “baby, i lift twice your weight.” he gets so fucking irritated when you get like this, not in the mean way but you’re his girl. he’d do anything for you.
now of course we must speak about the portrayal of strength in the bedroom wink wonk :p this man loves to manhandle you THERE I SAID IT ! it drives him crazy knowing that he can put you in every and any position there is on the planet. and it equally drives him crazy knowing that you let him. this amount of trust was earned and he prides himself on the fact that its him and only him that gets to see you this way. at some moments when he gets extra cocky, when you get a little extra loud he raises his brows at you, muttering a condescending “dick that good baby?” oh i hate him
ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ is such a fucking thigh man i don't care what anybody else says.
listen, he loves himself some good titty and ass. but THIGHS. that boy could cum alone at the thought of being between the recreation of clouds on your legs. he is utterly obsessed. he’s so annoying, you cosy laying all cosy on the couch and he just grabs the plush flesh and gives you a playful bite. the second you turn, a raised brow addressing him, he just grins and gives the bite mark a kiss. being between your thighs is a whole different story. his hands grab onto your spread thighs as if you were about to be snatched away from him. in his defence, his tongue game is so good that you do try to run away at the intensity of his soft muscle inside of you. pussy drunk boy is moaning, actually talking to her, he’s that into it and your thighs start closing around his head. now, some people would not like this. riki on the other side? mans is glad to get the chance to get even more close and personal with your gushing cunt. his hands find themselves where your hips and thighs meet, thumb mindlessly circling on a previous bite he had left there. he’s such a fucking perv too, inhaling the scent of you, the sensation of air hitting your clit and writhe at the pleasure. “pretty baby deserves to get her pussy played and eaten with just how she likes.”
ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ stares you so intensely that from the outside it looks like some put a love spell on him.
head tilted, slight smirk and his piercing gaze is always on you when you yap away when you’re out together with friends. another, indirect, way of showing that he is yours and you are his, all his attention is always on you. and when you recognise him staring? your sweet smile and shiny eyes, that he knows belong to him and him only, melt the intense facade for a second and get replaced by an ice melting smile.
or when you talk to him about your day on the couch, your legs thrown over his as he massages your calves. he is so enamoured by you he zones out without realising, instead focusing on the different shapes your mouth forms as you speak. noticing the occasional lick of lips or how you bite the left corner of your bottom lip when you accidentally mixed up the events of the story you were telling. it takes a flick of your fingers against his arm for him to snap out of it. “hm?”, he instantly answers, sweet smile on his lips and you laugh. “where you listening to a thing i was just saying?” at that he smiles sheepishly, “i think i lost focus after you mentioned the mushy peas from the cafeteria…” oh but how can you be at him? you were blessed with an utterly obsessed boy, who cares if you have to retell the story of some mushy peas :’)
ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a very teasing drunk.
randomly starts mentioning the last time you fucked (just this morning before he had to leave) and imitates your moans. the little fucker he is he start laughing at your flushed face. “am i wrong tho kitty? or was it more like this”, and before you know it he releases the most wild set of high pitched moans. you lunge forwards at him, hands covering his mouth to quiet the noise, even though it’s just the two at you at your place. but he’s a menace so his tongue slips past his covered lips, licking away at your fingers while staring at you. the second you even try to look away his hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him again. your hand is barely covering his mouth anymore and before it threatens to fall away completely he bites down on your index finger, tongue swirling around it with a hum.
or he squishes your face, not being able to hold back the cuteness aggression he gets when he sees you. this was usually followed by some babytalk, some “pretty little baby, aren’t you just the fucking greatest, most gorgeous ever?” or “my baby, my baby, all mine gosh am i not the fucking luckiest man on the planet? getting to love such a beautiful girl every day…”. but don’t let this fool you, because not even five minutes later he sloppily starts making out with you. he likes to dip his hands under your shirt, cupping your tits with his big hands. intentionally circling his fingers around your nipple but never actually touching it. he loves how seeing how your chest starts rising more frantically, loves how you blink to keep yourself composed but end up throwing your head back, eyes closed shit as filthy moans spill past your pretty lips.
ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ knows you have a thing for his stupidly plush lips and intentionally licks or plays with them when he sees you staring.
he isn’t the only one in this relationship that has a fixation with lips. you catches you at least five times a day when you look at him a little spaced out. now, it’s extra fun for him when he catches you from the corner of his eye, it gives him the perfect excuse to mess with you a little <33 he’ll bring his index finger up to his bottom lip, slowly dragging it across, his thumb mirroring the gesture on the other side, forming a perfect pout. and of course he doesn’t leave it at that. he starts twisting the flesh, pinching it occasionally. glancing over to his left, he catches you fidgeting with your own lips and he almost chuckles. time to bring out the finishing blow! his fingers leave his lips as he bites down on the bottom, pushing his shoulder back with a stretch as he closes his eyes. without meaning to he releases a small moan at the sweet sting forming between his shoulder blades. “jesus christ!”, you exclaim as you make your way over to sit on his lap. mission complete.
ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ makes it his mission to find out how he can worship you the best way.
riki relishes in the fact that he can make you feel good. that man puts you in every and any position, knowing exactly where to touch you, what pace you need when, he knows your body inside out (literally lol). some days he traces the soft flesh of your curves, kissing and nipping at the sensitive spots that make you squeam. on others his fingers grab your tits, carefully trimmed fingernails sending pleasurable waves of pain through your body. big hands fist your hair, pulling it back with calculated strength, knowing just how much pressure makes your mouth fall open and release those sweet moans he (and his dick) love so dearly. every once in a while he loses himself in the pleasure of your passionate love making, mindlessly tugging on your hair and biting down on your nipple stronger more than intended because of the restless pace of your hips snapping down onto his as you ride him as if it were your last day on earth together. curses fall from his lips as she stops your hips from moving. “shit, baby sorry didn’t mean to be so rough with you.” he looks up you with such hazy, pussy drunk eyes that you could cum on the spot. leaning down slowly, your head dipping into the crook of his neck, tongue darting out to lick a wet stripe across his neck and he hisses. “pretty boy, i want you to be as rough as you want or need to. go on, use me to make us feel good.”, and for a second he freezes, looking at you with an unreadable expression. a heartbeat later a lazy grin starts forming on his plush lips, lips that connect with you in a messy kiss as his hands move down to find your hips. now it wasn't you who set the pace, it was him who bucked up his hips to pound into your gushy, gummy walls as he moves you like you were light as a feather. your hands grip his bicep and you can’t help but whine at the muscle that flex under your hands. trust that after hearing this he only increases the pace, demanding to hear every noise you could possibly make.
ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ asks for kisses all the time.
now he does give you just random kisses, but he loves ASKING for a kiss. out of nowhere he’s all up in your face and goes “baby, kiss please.” his eyes are already low lidded in anticipation but there’s something about asking for it and you giving in. it started out as shyness but now it became routine. there’s safety in it. after a long day at work he needed some space, of course greeting you with a quick kiss hello. an hour later he finds himself next to you on the couch. “kiss baby?” it’s the most endearing thing ever and you almost coo as you pepper him with kisses all over. he melts into you, brows relaxing, shoulders dropping and chest filling with a familiar warmth. warmth that only you evoke in him.
ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ solves fights by lowkey flirting with you.
you could be insulting the boy so hard that his ancestors shake, but he goes “you know i love you still pretty girl.” and its so annoying but you can’t stay mad at him. because you do, of course you know he loves you. he shows you every day in the smallest ways. so you might pout and “mmpf” past him, but he knows that once you’ve cooled down you’ll have a conversation about this and end up making out on whatever surface is nearest.
or you get hit with occasional “gosh you look so fucking hot when you get pissed off at me” and it throws you off so bad. you just blink, confusion replacing your previous fury and you scoff. “luckily you have that sweet talk to get you out of me whipping your ass” you shoot at him and he laughs. “kinky, baby. i’m ready hen you are.” he’s a fucking menace but he loves you more than anything.
ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ knows how to make you have a good night out.
now, partying with riki is FUN. even if you’re not really a club goer, going to the club or a function where a dance floor is present is not something you can say no to. firstly, mans is protective as hell over you, even if you aren’t on the dance floor with him his eyes are on you always. and the little shit he is, he does this stupid crotch grab that he knows gets you all riled up. the second he does it, he knows you'll join him again. and his hands are always on you the second you're on the dance floor. bodies moving together to the music, he guides your hips, teasing both you and himself by pulling your hips against his bulge. dancing always turns into a make out session, one of his hands on your waist, the other pressing firmly against your lower abdomen, inching slower by the minute.
ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʀɪᴋɪ might act all dominant but turns into mush when you decide to take the lead and tease the shit out of him, making him a whiny breathy mess <33
riki loves to take charge and you love letting him, finding safety in turning your head off for a while and letting him make you feel good. but every once in a while you return the favour and when you do it catches him so off guard that turns into the subbiest boy on the planet.
your head was laying on one of his legs, his fingers entangled with your hair. it wasn’t on purpose, but you turned a little and now you were head to head with his crotch. he wasn’t aware of the thoughts forming in your head, focused on the show playing in front of him. that is until your hands slowly moves up his leg, inching closer and closer to his, now hardening, cock. “what are you up to kitty, huh?” he mutters amused. you don't reply, only moving your head to nuzzle his bulge and he hisses. “baby, wha–” his voice breaking into a whine as your teeth bite his length through his sweats. “fuck, what’s gotten into you?” he chokes out as he gathers your sprawled out hair into a ponytail. you know he’s not wearing anything under these, why would he? it was the weekend and you didn’t plan on leaving the house today. the small patch of your spit on the grey material gradually grew, but not because of your liquids this time. index finger circling his tip through the fabric, you decide to tease him today instead of giving him what he wants. ever so lightly you start blowing on the wet spot and he squirms, breathy, almost painful sounding moans escaping him. “please, please baby don’t tease.” he rasps, eyes shut with such force you would think he’s being tortured and in a way, he kinda was. “aww, but where’s the fun in that?” you ask sweetly. low lidded eyes meet your, closely watching your tongue dart out one again, this time licking the now formed tent under his sweats and you swear you saw his eyes roll back. “let me have my fun this time pretty boy…” and of course he will. he’s exactly where he wants to be.
ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: phewwww mama was sweating while writing this…..also biggg shoutout to my dollie for letting me freak out over riki all the time and fuel my addiction <3333
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⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ just when i thought i had the day off...opened twt only to see this clip and 😵💫 i flew to lin's dms and we've been a mess ever since 😭 thank her and my fucked up brain for concocting this filth, the mush my brain's become is unlikely to change 🫠 the title's also inspired by the audio for this beautiful edit...(sighs) anyways, i hope someone enjoys this lmao, much loveeeee! <333
You knew this would happen. You knew it would, yet you let the chaos unfold. Engage in the slow-moving crash you had no brakes for, and you're entirely to blame.
A weekend away, surrounded by a mix of yours and Riki's friends, shedding everyday melancholy and retreating to a rented mansion built by the hands of luxury, high ceilings and polished floors, severely out your price range but better as a pooled splurge. After all, it's been so long since you've all been together ─ meat and vegetables on the grill, wine bottles littering the dining table on the balcony you sit on, laughing with no troubles. It's everything your heart's longed for, adoring eyes given to everyone around you despite the antics of your boyfriend, his cheeks flushed with the throaty hiccup of his laughter, using any chance he gets to annoy you.
You reprimanded him, of course. But it's water off his back, cooed over by your friends who say you'll bicker all the same into old age together. Timidity flames beneath your cheeks, not helped by the warmth of alcohol coursing through your body, making you antsy, itch out your skin as your foot taps to the speaker's music. You could do with some water, jugs of it cleared at the table. Perhaps a salty snack too, excusing yourself from the table with a hand on your friend's shoulder before your chair drags, your figure stumbling to its stand.
"Sure you'll manage?" Riki teases, forehead creased with the mirth rife in his smirk. "Bit unstable there."
"I'm just fine," you firm, the joking drop of his jaw earning him a stuck-out tongue, childish on your behalf but you're too tipsy to care. Those around you laughing along as you amble back into the house, pushing back sliding doors and peeking through drawn curtains, pattering into the kitchen with all its lights on.
You're only alone with your thoughts for so long before the door slides open, music filtering through. It's a song queued by Riki, no doubt in your mind as the heavy bass thumps, raunchy lyrics meant for Tiktok thirst traps and edits blaring. Your eyes roll, bending over to look in the low cupboards for your beloved snack amongst cabinet groceries. Something salty, something to bite into.
And of course, who is your boyfriend if not a menace?
He's come up behind you, dancing his way to his destination during the inattention you paid him, pausing in the cast of your shadow. The sliding doors are closed, curtains drawn, but you can still hear some semblance of the ongoing song, lyrics murmured about making someone come and Riki just─
His large hands fall to your hips, fake banging you as he raps along, laughing because he's sick and twisted. Laughing at the shock jolting you in his hold, how your body stumbles a touch forwards because he's not all that stable either and accidentally bumps into you, hands grappling the countertop so it doesn't barrel into your forehead.
"Riki." Your voice carries a warning, not the least bit amused.
"Whaaat?" he drags the vowel, continuing to fake bang you from behind. Still laughing. "No one's around."
"That's besides the─" he bumps into you again, sending you into a brace. Your throat bobs, eyebrows drawn. "─the point."
Your curt tone is nothing but a source of amusement to him, his chuckle light and taunting as his hands firm on the curve of your waist, bumping into you again.
"You're just embarrassed because you love it," he reasons, doomed with that stupid chuckle of this. "Can't get angry at me when you're worse on wine."
True. An unnecessary truth. Because with wine-blurred googles on, your brain makes the trek to its memory, flashes of moments when the same taste lingered on your tongue, your tear eyes and desperate pleas taking up the majority as you'd been folded every way you begged for.
God.
"Hm? Did I make you remember something?" Riki's on a mission to annoy you, his hips ceasing but presence there ─ hovering for you like bait. A dangled carrot your hips have no shame in chasing, hinged backwards as the flesh of your ass falls back on his bulge, indulging. "You're cute when you're like this…"
His words pause, ears peaking in anticipation as your eyes flutter closed, grip adjusting against the countertop's edge as your bottom lip folds in a mess of teeth. Molten lava swirls in the pits of your stomach at the clothed press, gashing away at the little self-restraint you wish you had.
"Cockdrunk."
The word hits you like a tonne of bricks, back an inch straightened as shame makes itself known, in the dirty mix of your belly even so while your eyes blink fiercely, head turning to the sliding doors just metres away.
"Riki."
"Say the word and I'll pull your panties aside," he's doing it again. Fake banging you, which should irritate you, your body jutting forwards with the real force he puts into his motions, except─ "Ease the ache you're trying to hide,"
"Bet you're wet too," he notes, your head needing not to turn to know the shit-eating grin marking his face, one hand deserting your hips as it slithers undettered beneath the frill of your skirt to where he gets his answer. "Shit,"
"Please,"
Something's wrong with you. Something must be wrong with you, the wine doing all the talking because you're yielding. Relenting to something only the dark corners of your mind can conjure, hips seeking his as you sink into the feel of him, half hard with fingertips ghosting over your panty-clad cunt.
"Fuck you?" he has the audacity in questioning. "Oh, you'll have to ask me nicely. None of this rubbing shit against me,"
He stalls your hips mid-hinge, a frustrated whine an auto-response as your head starts to spin, swimming in an abyss of nothing but filth.
"Riki," you hate how brittle your voice sounds, so desperate to be pleased. "Come on, please? I can't─I need it."
"Need what?" his favourite pastime is taunting you, ever so evident as his fingertip dips into the hollow of your entrance, closing around the vacant spot he's quick to desert. "At this point, fake banging you might just get you off. I know you're all teary eyed too ─ poor baby."
"Let's check," his hand comes to your jaw, the hand where you wanted him most leaving and craning your neck to put your face in view, a sad and frustrated gloss sparkling your eyes. "Crying from two places, you poor thing,"
If he has pity for you, it's without substance, his hand back under your skirt as your expression sours, head hung as you catch a glimpse of his ghosting hand. "You know you've soaked through these already, right?"
"Were you sat there with all our friends, crossing your legs, reprimanding me because you were so pent up?" he questions, reading you like an open book. His finger trails down the spine of your book as his middle finger pushes in your entrance again, teasing you to no end. "I wouldn't be surprised if you leaked onto your seat."
"Put it in," is your sharp remark, wavering under the buckle of need rushing through. "This isn't funny."
"It is a little. Watching you squirm," you hear his smirk, another bump against you done as a prompt. "Say please."
"Please."
It comes out quick. Unhurried, breaking the half-hearted facade you'd constructed for yourself, his finger pushed deep enough for a soft squelch to sound, licked off his fingers in a smack that scatters goosebumps across your heating skin. "Fuck,"
"Bend over."
You're already bent, on show for anyone who could stumble upon the sight, but you know Riki. Knows how he likes you, how you'll comply to his wishes to a tea as the arch in your back deepens, its bow rewarded by his satisfactory chest-born hum. He doesn't pull your panties to the side, a knack for putting you beneath him as he tugs them down to bunch around your knees coming together, relinquishing the pressure-built over his teasing, worsened by the sound of ruffling clothes, the clink of his undoing belt swarming your head with deep lust.
With your skirt bunched up, he lifts the material higher, your entire ass on show to bring out a sheepish yelp, chilled air meeting hair-standing skin as his buckle and unzipped trousers graze the back of your thighs. His tip slides from beneath, catching onto your entrance to paint it in the precome it beads with, sliding further up to knock against your clit, Riki getting his kick out of watching you squirm once again.
"I'm putting it in," he warns like he needs to, smirk hanging on the end of his words. "Any last words?"
"Stop messing arou─"
Syllables are left to die on your tongue, falling into the back of your throat as it clogs with a shaken inhale. It's immense ─ the feeling your body's hotwired for, the stretch of him pushing through to walls that can't help give him a warm welcome, folding and moulding to ridges and veins as he does a torturously slow slide into you. Your jaw pops with its unhinge, too lost for words and thankful your arms are already placed on the countertop, elbows digging with your sinking weight as nails pierce into your palm, fist coming together with a white-knuckle hue.
He doesn't stop until he's at the hilt, so snug where he resides, at least allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Above you, you hear him stifle a moan, a racked whimper gritted out in a broken groan, only amplifying the dangerous swirl in your stomach. Your walls flutter at the sound, an invitation to proceed that he takes, momentarily stopped because he knows he's abrasive like this ─ too much to handle, but you love it anyways, skin sweat-veiled and humming for what awaits as Riki drags himself back by inches, pulling out until only his tip's left in you.
Your skirt's bunched up even more, your whole lower back on show. A hand once used to line himself into you comes to the plush of your ass, kneading the flesh to spread you further, Riki sinking in soon after with a groan only described as animalistic.
"You have no idea how good you look right now," he grits out, voice gravel in your ears as he starts off with slow strokes, accustoming you to the stretch of his cock, feeding off the prolonged squelches that come with it. "Is this all for me, baby?"
You're a slave to your own pleasure, soft gasp rasped in your throat having gone dry, saliva gulped down in a mewl as he fills you over and over again, not in the way that scratches your desperate itch but enough to melt you into putty.
"God, you sound so needy," he moans, rings welding into your skin with the heft of his grip, hips picking up speed to your detriment. "Gripping me so tight. God, I just have my hands full with you, don't I?"
"Riki," you whine helplessly, left with nothing but the echo of your smacked skin together in the lulls of your voice.
"I never get tired of watching my cock go in and out of you," he voices, memorised. Eyes trained on where you meet, your own hips falling back to his pelvis, too eager for decorum. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere. Give me a little breathing room,"
"Is it because you can't wait or," he chuckles, leaning over to hover his lips over your ear. "Am I too big for you?"
His chuckle haunts you, warm wind blown past your flushed ears as he purposely knocks harder into you, impaling wails out of you as you simply take what he gives ─ bent over a sparkling kitchen counter, panties of shame hung at your knees while your tongue's lolled out like you're in heat.
If anyone could see you right now…the shame would ruin you.
"Ah, ah ─ needy, needy thing," Riki makes a mockery of your moans, something that ticks in your brain, walls doing a vice grip on his cock. "Taking all of me because you're too cockdrunk to think otherwise. Feels good, princess?"
"So good, oh my─" the words are sloshed in your mouth, weighted down by your tongue that feels too big for its container, eyes glazed over and unfocused. "Don't stop. Please?"
"I won't, princess," he has the heart to confirm, too far gone in his own lust as he pistons into you, just as needy. "Even if someone comes in, I'll keep going. Give you what you really want."
The moment is marked by something you'd rather forget, of course brought to light by your dearest boyfriend.
"Did you just clench?" he huffs, incredulous."Oh baby, you tell on yourself so bad. It's cute."
His chest falls over your back again in what's meant to be an embrace, quickly souring as his wrapped arms stumble upon something. An open secret he voices regardless.
"Oh?" his arms unwind, one hand on your hip and the other splayed over your lower stomach, the faint outline of his cock pressing against his palm. "I can feel myself here. Is that why you're so incoherent?"
"Because you're stuffed full?"
Nails scrape into the marble countertops, hard enough to break off with how delirious you feel, your brain a hot pile of melting mush between your ears as you get drunk off Riki's words, panting as if already exhausted.
A firm palm presses into the small of your back, your arch emphasized with the cold graze of his chunky bracelets, whimper clawed back as your hand slaps against your mouth, the angle he's moulded you into hitting deepest. Moisture threatens to clump your lashes together, lust conjuring a storm in the stomach he's actively trying to rearrange, hands bruising against skin as smacked skin sounds, urgent and echoed by the slick between your legs.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, limbs dreadfully unstable.
"You're holding back," he grunts behind you, his tone a lick of sinister work. Amused, always so fucking amused. "Keeping all your pretty moans to yourself. You know I'll fuck them out of you, right?"
"Let all our friends hear how good you're at taking cock," he insists, making a point of bringing your hips harder into his, smacked skin deafening in your ringing ears. "That what you want? Them knowing how dirty you are?"
It's too much and not enough. You always get like this, so docile, so lost in your desires and the sensations of it all that the brink of release is nothing but a short distance away, fogged over by your clouded thoughts but undeniably there. The pleasured stretch of his cock bullying into you, his hand accented with cold rings firmed against your lower stomach, the ecstasy pumping rife through your blood, rendering you the mess you're quickly crumbling to.
"W-wait, I'm gonna─"
"Don't tell me you're coming," A huffed chuckle sounds behind you, the hand he has on your shoulder pushing your hair off it, down to your back with his fingers left on your accelerated pulse. "Wine makes you so easy, baby. Haven't even touched your clit."
It detaches. His hand on a mission under your body, meant to destroy you from within. "Lemme─"
"Where'd they go?"
A pin drops. Silence, and painstaking horror. Enough fear to drain the rushing blood in you, body a mannequin as you're frozen in place.
The glass doors leading to the kitchen push further, wind blowing in, meat still sizzling on the grill as the voice speaks again.
"She went to grab some snacks but," Sunoo seemingly deflates, a presumably pout on his lips as hands smack down at his sides. "Riki just left."
"He's probably terrorising her," Jake reasons, laughing as he does. They're venturing further into the kitchen, right where you once were. "He loves to get under her skin."
Hidden behind a nearby wall, your head burrows into the hard surface, tears smudging into the clean paint coat as your body curls into itself, an attempt to make yourself as small and unseen as possible.
Riki had manhandled you, circled arms around your middle, plucking you off your useless feet only meant to dangle as he'd retreated behind the wall. His cock was in you the entire time, burrowed too deep to leave, and with each knock into your sweet spot, paralysed by incoming company and his steps, you'd been a goner.
An absolute goner.
"He's right," a dark whisper crawls in your ear, lips brushed against the shell of your ear. You shiver violently. "Little does he know…"
"Should we save her?" Sunoo asks, still loitering in the kitchen, cupboards creaking as they open.
"Nah, let them be," Jake thankfully responds, a cabinet door shutting in his wake. "They'll come back soon enough. I need another drink,"
"I'll get one, I guess…"
"Sure you can handle another?" Jake teases, mirth rife in his teased words. "You said you get 'weird' when you're drunk,"
"Shut up! That was one time!" Sunoo yells, voice carrying as they venture back outside, sliding doors closing with a resounding click.
The house is eerily quiet, murmurs of outside noise blocked off, making inside noise all the more stark. Your shaken pants, the ruffle of grated clothing, Riki's cock doing a slow plunge back into your slick-lined walls, only removed to his tip and pushed back in to hear you squeal.
"This excites you?" he teases, voice a dark husk only submerging you further. "Almost getting caught? You're clenching around me so hard,"
He's close again, not deterred by the bow of your back as his chest presses into you, teeth grazed over in a bite he sinks into at the bottom of your earlobe, a pained whimper dragging your nails into drywall.
"Or is it because you want me to breed you?" he asks, a rhetorical question nonetheless. Because you both know the answer, how ever much you wish to deny it. "It's okay, I know how you like your hole stuffed."
A dial's turned, to the max where there's no return, shameless in the thrusts you're nearly punished by, Riki fully knocking you into the wall you're sobbing into, your lips pleading for mercy to wash over you.
"I'll give you a nice load, send you back out with these stupid soaked panties on," he grunts, the palm of his hand on the back of your head, pushing you into the wall for leverage as he bruises you from within. "Good luck not messing the place. I'm backed up,"
You break. Shatter in premeditated pieces because your fuzzy mind can't handle anything, delicate to the touch as miraged images infiltrate. The indecency of his words, the shame coming with them ─ questioning looks, raised eyebrows, thoughts kept to your friends when they've discovered how unkept you are ─ the feeling. The unadulterated pleasure taking over your entire being, submerged in everything Riki gives you to where, you have no choice but to shake.
"Ah, there you go. There's my baby," he coos, the howl of laughter following after his condescending words. "Just watch you shake. You're so close, aren't you?"
You nod into drywall, tears staining your flamed cheeks.
"Poor thing, it's okay. You should come," he encourages, taking false pity that only unravels you more. His bracelets jangle, fevered fingertips having collected slick and rubbing against your clit, the pull and push of his cock ontop of the sensation too much to bare. "Come and I'll give you all mine. Come on, pretty girl. Let Riki know how good you feel,"
You detonate. Timer on its last digits, pushed over by words you'll think of long afterwards, back of your hand inched up the wall for your lips to magnetise to, a loud shriek in no way muffled before teeth hinge into skin, eyes squeezed shut with cascading tears as you orgasm. You're not yourself, hollowed out and entirely separate from the body existing in a parallel universe, soul free-floating out its case as it lays witness to the convulsions you're condemned to, a prisoner to your release as it racks through you with devastating destruction.
Falling apart right before him, Riki groans. Hungry and needy, his teeth bury into the flesh of your quivering shoulder as his hips pistons a few more times, half-hearted strokes with his last strain used to knock right up into you, your body forced to the tips of your toes in a high squeal. Hot come coats your walls, like he'd cornered you for wanting and the warmth blends with the hot mess you feel, a malleable puddle slumping against the wall Riki pins you against, arms bracketing your head.
Time passes on, the gathering outside still ongoing with hearty laughs and thumping music, and you're here. The laboured cycle of your breath, the sweat lining your skin cooling as you regain a normal pace of breath, fingertips digging into the wall for stability meanwhile your body's already pinned, Riki a hot brand on your back as his tongue darts out, licking a stripe of salt off the column of your neck, to which he groans.
"We're fucking on the bed next," he mumbles into your skin, smile pressed into it as your head swivels, eyes wide in alarm. "Didn't get to see your pretty face enough when you came."
Fuck wine. You're burning every vineyard and dispensary to the ground.
After you've had your fill.
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synopsis: you and your boyfriend have a huge communication issue, so you find other ways to make up after fights
warnings: silent treatment, oral (f receiving), missionary sex, unprotected sex, nipple play, making out, hickies, plot with porn, pretty romancy so if ur a softie this is for u 🥹
authors note: finally made a longer fic after many shorties! these Ni-ki pics with the camo hat are making me hard 💯 I reallyyyyy hope he goes back to black hair I love the blonde so so so much but his black hair was so auraful!!! anyways yea I loveeee writing big rik so more writing ideas are much appreciated ! pls enjoy 💗
authors note 2: WE are birds for Ni-ki chirp chirp
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It was a chill 3am in your apartment alone. Chill weather wise, other than that it had been an irritating night for you. You and your boyfriend had gotten into a fight over the amount of attention he'd been putting into you (not enough). So you've had him alone delivered for the past 4 hours. This didn't let you sleep at all. The fact that he was left unanswered kept you upset despite you not wanting to answer him. He wasn't spamming you or anything, but he stayed on your mind regardless. Was he mad? Does he know you're ignoring him on purpose? Does he think you're hurt? Is he even awake? Your mind felt cluttered and upset and mad and tired and yet somehow wide awake all at once. Definitely not a pleasant mixture.
You turn in bed again, begging yourself to just fall into rem. The sound of your fan spinning and the rain on the windowsill tapping was consistent and only made you think of Riki more. It was cold. You want him to hold you and wrap you in blanket, run his hands through your hair until the only cold you feel is the occasional grace of his ring against your scalp while he brushes. But another part of you told yourself that he doesn't even deserve the chance. He's had you on delivered for way longer than 4 hours before, something you specifically told him you hated. He's probably not even bothered right now. Probably with his guys doing perfectly fine. But what if he is bothered?? Should I text? You hated how childish these fights made you feel.
You continued to listen into the tapping of the rain, hoping into hypnotize you out of consciousness. Until you hear a raindrop louder than the other ones. Multiple actually. You weren't as awake as before, finally in the state between awake and out of it, so your senses were super clear. Then you heard the tapping again, definitely not rain. It also didn't come from your window, it came from the door. You roll out of bed, not even thinking about what or who it could be. Your groggy mind simply head a door and gave you the elementary task of opening it. When you did make it to the door, it was the sight of Riki that woke you out of this.
You open your mouth to yell the same argument you were aggressively texting him earlier only to be shut up by his gentle shush. His hand found your tense shoulder, squeezing it with a comforting rub that relaxed the muscles in your arm. He walked you back into the house, not with any force or even in a slightly obvious manner, but so casually you barely noticed he was inside. You shut your lips, your body giving up the remaining effort in you to be mad at him. You can feel your eyes weakly tear up as he goes in to hold you. His strong arms around their way around you, the gentle pressure erasing the frustration you felt.
"I know, baby, I know," his voice was smoky, you can tell he was tired too. "I dont deserve you."
You gave in completely to him, letting all your anger solidify into tears that soaked through his tank top. "I'm so awful to my sweet girl." Your hands tightened into fists on his back that you originally wanted to hit him with, but you settled for gripping his top instead. One of his arms squeezed around you in a way that gently let out the bottled emotion in you. The other arm had his hand on the back of your head, the soothing touch making you feel warm and at peace. You hadn't even realized you weren't on the floor, he'd picked you up to keep you at level rather than below him, your legs wrapping around him by default. He kicked the door shut behind him like he owned the place.
His attention didn't leave you for a second, still softly hushing and rocking you. He took you back to the couch, laying you down first then making sure not to lay too much pressure down when he followed atop you. His slender fingers brushed back some stray hairs from your face, and you got a clear look at him for the first time tonight. He looked exhausted, his sharp eyes more weary and heavy-lidded than usual. His usual olive, tan complexion faded to a more pale and washed-out shade. The fight had taken a toll on him, one that shone physically just as it did mentally. Yet that didn't seem to phase him at all, not compared to the way he was bothered by your discomfort. He didn't focus on the way he was three shades lighter than usual or the fact that he hasn't had a blink of sleep all night. Why would he put effort into those invaluable things when he could spend that on you instead?
He went down to plant a kiss on your forehead, one that instantly filled you with relief. His plump lips meeting your skin after what felt like years of depravation from him put you in a deep comfort. It felt like you'd been covered in a blanket of warmth that shielded you from the all the useless fighting that plagued your mind earlier. He let them linger for a moment, one long kiss followed by a shorter peck. He pulled back, a smile finally meeting his face. He wiped a small tear from your cheek that you didn't realize had fallen. "Please don't hate me, baby" he mumbles, his gentle eyes taking in every inch of you. "I'm trying not to" you softly reply.
He burrows his face into your neck like he's trying to hide himself from the reality of how angry you might be. He didn't wanna face it, especially after how much he knew he neglected you. But the thought of you upset and alone made his heart sore, so he'll own up to his actions even if it makes him cringe at himself. He'd been so anxious the hours leading up to this. Being left on delivered didn't help, and he nearly lost it trying to pick between giving you space and throwing himself to his knees in front of you for forgiveness. He expected a barrage of insults and scolds and everything you spewed over text but 10x worse once you saw him in person, so he enjoyed the fact that this wasn't that.
He purred softly, the vibrations low against you. The lack of talk between you two was uncomfy, the rain outside somewhat making up for the silence. You felt his lips pucker to leave a small press to your neck, then another. He wasn't sure if you two were even on "kissing terms", but something in his head prayed that maybe if he kissed you enough it would wash away all the anger in you. Honestly, that would've worked had you been mad at him in the first place. You weren't. Mad at the situation? Yes. Mad at the lack of communication? Even bigger yes. But Riki? Never. Yea maybe you ghosted him for the past few hours or so, but you really didn't know how to solve big issues within your relationship like this. You literally wanted more attention, plain and simple, but writing that on paper sounds way more spoiled and needy than wanting to enjoy a few more dates here and there. What you failed to realize was Riki was more than willing, and what Riki failed to do was prove it.
His lips moved up, tracing a path from your neck to your cheek. The cheek kisses didn't last long before he had his lips woven against yours. You felt as if you could melt at the feeling and drown in his presence. The tension in his body lessened and his shifted more comfortably. Your hand met the back of his neck, something that told him you're enjoying this when words didn't get that across. Despite how often you two fight, you really do think you're perfect for each other. Even when it's too awkward to talk things out, your body language was always in time with his. It's like your minds communicated when your words didn't. Kissing especially seemed to do just the trick. Riki was weak for kisses, and god was he good at it. His fuller lips alone gave him an advantage, and he knew how to move them against yours in a way that fit deliciously instead of that teeth-clashing, eating-each-others'-face-off nonsense he hated.
He pulled back, not far, but enough to give you space to breath. He double checks how you're feeling with his eyes, giving a quick up and down scan before going back in. He knew how easy your relationship would be if you two could just spit out the things in your head, but maybe an easy life wasn't the life for you two. He was fine with this, it still worked at the end of the day. It's not like you two had to be perfect, or that perfect was even this set and consistent definition. You were his whole world, and that's what he loved more than "perfection".
His lips continued against yours, your bodies intertwined. You could feel his heart beating against yours, feel his soft breath on your face. He didn't want to pull back for air, needing every second as close to you as possible. His hands gently carded through your hair, slightly pulling you closer as he did so. Your tongues gently moved against one another. The only thought on your mind was Riki. He was so good at taking away the stress and frustration, even when he's the one who caused it. He presses one last kiss to your mouth before letting his lips roams your face and neck again. Your head tilts to give him more access to your sensitive skin. His eyes were glazed over with want and his demeanor was slipping from detailed and soft to greedy. You keep your hand in his dark locks, partially to egg him on and partially to keep him guided. "Missed you so bad..." he purred against you, his first words to you in a moment. "Wanna make you feel better..."
He kissed and nipped at your collarbone. His hand found yours, locking fingers and brushing his thumb on the back. He parted from your collar to kiss down your wrist, his soft lips on your sensitive pulse making you shudder slightly. He kept his other hand busy with the strap of your flimsy tank, searching your eyes for permission. You sit up to slip it off for him, his hands going to your hips. He pecks all over your neck as a thank you, leaving little purple love bites here and there. "Lay back, baby..." he sets you down onto your back, his hands resting around your waist as his lips start on your chest. He cups one of your soft mounds and eagerly wraps his lips on it. The flick of his tongue on the delicate skin makes you arch off the couch.
He kept his mouth set on your nipple while his free hand toyed with the other, pinching and rubbing. He switches occasionally as to not neglect any part of you. He hums against your chest, sending warm vibrations through your core. His plump lips would keep suction while his tongue swiped against the sensitive area. He pulls off and makes his way down through kisses until his reaches between your legs. By now your body had been doused in the gasoline of his kisses, and his teasing was setting you aflame. He settles between your thighs, his hands gripping either one and brings them apart. You slip off your night shorts and panties at once for him, sitting back to let him take it from there. He's almost taunting, kissing the area around what you need rather than giving into what your body craves. "So soaked.." he murmurs between kisses. You feel his tongue on your thighs, slowly inching towards your wet, puffy lips. Finally he licks a stripe up the middle that makes you readjust for more. He starts with 3 kitten licks before fully diving in. He kept up a nice rhythm: a consistent and not too fast pace, light suction paired with teasing your entrance with his tongue. You repeat his name like a pleasured chant, his presence being the only thing you can think of. No other words leave your mouth before 'Riki' and gasping swears. He targeted your clit, mostly sucking but occupying it with his fingers whenever he moved away from it. He went up and down as he devoured, your legs shaking with him between them. He got you so close to what felt like a promised orgasm before stopping. He rose to his knees, still between you, stripping off his own tank and starting at his pants.
"Spread a little wider pretty thing.." he gets down to his boxers before discarding those too. To think you'd been so mad at him earlier, like his delicious length made up for everything. It stood eagerly as he held it by the base and guided it to your entrance. He let the tip catch onto it teasingly. His brows furrowed in concentration as he slid in, a soft purr leaving his throat. You gasp at the large intrusion, still unable to get over his size despite how much you two get together. This man towered you. His silver chain hung close to your face as he put in the rest of his inches. His breathing was heavy as he bottomed out, staying for a moment to adjust. His eyes catch yours and he smiles. "Feels good?" he lowly asks, to which you nod. You wrap your legs around him as he begins to move, slow strokes at first that get deeper and deeper. You couldn't find the effort to close your dropped jaw with the immense pleasure you were feeling. He was hitting every part of you that itched so badly for him. You tightly gripped onto his strong arm that he held himself up with to the side of you, his other maintained on your waist. He groaned as you squeeze around him, thrusting even deeper to milk the feeling. "So fuckin' good... fuckkk" his eyes closed tightly as he tilts his head back. You felt yourself getting closer with each drill, digging your nails into his biceps. His hips would angle upwards and dug his dick into your sweet spot repeatedly.
He sharply hissed as he felt you come on his dick, keeping up the pace to make it last as long as he could. It didn't take much for his orgasm to follow as well. He buried himself and breathlessly moaned as he emptied himself in your sweet body. He stayed like that for a minute: your bodies tangled and catching breath. After a little cleaning up and more silence between the two of you, you make it to an actual bed instead of the shitty couch you fucked on. He kept you close, spooning you with his arms having you nearly strapped to him. Maybe communication wasn't your thing, but this form of love felt special. A secret, intimate language just between you and Riki.
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𓆩♡𓆪 i cannot resist it U guys. nishimura riki i fucking love u. ure so fun to write with and your girlfriend will always be the contrast of u. if u <3 it pls give it lots of love and feedbacks!!
“sooo… how do i look?”
your boyfriend was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, wearing nothing but black sweatpants and a sleeveless white tee. his phone slipped from his hand the second he looked up. his eyes dragged slowly down your body, then back up.
“whoa… hot stuff,” he breathed, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “you’re looking way too good. c’mere,”
you walked closer until you were standing between his knees. riki leaned back slightly on his hands, tilting his head as he took you in again.
“turn for me.”
you gave him a slow swirl. the second your back was to him, you heard him curse under his breath.
“fuck. again. slower.”
you obeyed, turning even slower this time. when you faced him again, riki’s hands were already reaching out. he grabbed the side of your skirt and tugged you forward sharply, making you stumble into him with a small gasp and a giggle.
“damn,” he murmured, voice lower now. his gave went straight to your waist, nose brushing the fabric of your top before he inhaled deeply. “god… what is that perfume? you smell insane.”
you giggled, hands coming up to brush his blonde locks. “it’s very good girl, baby. you bought it for me, remember?”
riki let out a low groan, like the name itself turned him on.
yeah… you’re a very good girl. his very good girl.
he tugged you forward, bringing you down to sit on his lap with your back pressed against his chest. the moment you were settled between his legs, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“yeah… fuck, i chose too well, didn’t i?” he whispered right against your ear.
you let out a bright, giggly laugh as his nose immediately buried into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply. the warm scent of your perfume (that he bought)—sweet, flirty, a little sinful for his sanity—drove him crazy.
he dragged his nose slowly along your skin, breathing you in.
“mmmhm,” he hummed, the sound vibrating against you. his hands started roaming—one sliding up your thigh under the hem of your skirt, the other resting possessively on your tummy, fingers stroking that sliver of bare skin.
you squirmed and chuckled, that contrasting sunshine energy bubbling through you. “ki, that tickles—”
but he only smiled against your neck and pressed a slow, open–mouthed kiss right under your ear. then another. and another. above the marks he left just a few days ago. his lips trailed lower, sucking softly on your pulse point while his hand squeezed your thigh.
“you smell so fucking addictive,” he muttered between kisses. he turned his head and kissed your other cheek, then nibbled softly on your earlobe, making you squeal with laughter.
“ki!” you whined, tilting your head away instinctively out of tickledness, but he just followed, chasing your skin.
“can’t help it. my girl smells too sweet.” his hands kept moving—one slipping under your top to caress your waist, the other stroking up and down your thigh like he was feeling you up.
riki kissed along the curve of your neck, then moved up to your jaw, cheek, and back down again, leaving wet little marks everywhere. everytime you giggled and tried to wriggle away, he only tightened his arms around you and pulled you closer.
“you’re really gonna walk out smelling like this?” he mumbled between kisses, voice muffled against your skin. “gonna make other people lose their minds too?”
he sucked a little harder on one spot, trying to leave a more obvious boyfriend territory mark before you left later—if he even allowed you still. when you shivered, he smiled against your neck.
“‘m gonna be late, kiiii,” you whined playfully, body leaning slightly forward.
riki hooked one arm around your waist and pulled you right back against his chest, nose burying deeper into the crook of your neck as he inhaled again. his free hand slid up your thigh under your skirt, hiking the denim up while he pressed more kisses along the side of your throat.
“mmm… i don’t think i wanna let you go today,” he murmured, voice teasy against your ear. he gently nippled at your lobe before kissing the sensitive spot right underneath. “you look way too pretty—just stay with me?”
he hugged you tighter, lips never leaving your neck.
you let out a soft “nooo,” dragging the word in that sweet, whiny way that always, always made his heart doing somersaults.
your boyfriend laughed, the sound low vibrated against your lips. he gave up (for now) but he still kept his arms wrapped tightly around you, refusing to loosen his hold.
“fine, fine,” he chuckled, sucking the spot beneath your ear. “you can go… but, wait.”
he reached over to the bedside and grabbed his own bottle of perfume and with a playful grin, he held it up in front of you.
“let me spray you with mine real quick.”
you giggled and tilted your head up against his shoulder so he could spray a light mist along the side of your neck and collarbone—and riki, being riki, sprayed a mist between your cleavage too.
that pervert.
he leaned in instantly, nose brushing your freshly scented soft skin.
“mm… yeah, that’s better.” he hummed happily, clearly satisfied. “now you smell like me too.”
——
fap. fap. fap. fap. fap.
“shit…” he groaned, eyes rolling back. his fist started moving fast, slick and desperate from the precum already dripping down his length. he buried his nose deeper into the crotch of your panties, breathing you in while your bra rested against his cheek and mouth.
he could smell your everywhere.
“fuck, you smell so good,” he moaned into the lace, voice muffled. his tongue darted out, licking the fabric where your pussy had been just this morning. the taste made his cock throb violently in his fist.
riki stroked harder, hips bucking up into his hand, messy and frantic. the wet clicky sounds filled the room as he pressed your panties tighter against his face, inhaling over and over like he was trying to consume you.
he was completely lost in it…
these were the panties you’d worn all night long—slept in, curled up beside him. the ones that had been pressed against your pussy for hours while you were soft and warm. this was your most natural scent—sweet, intimate, you. the best fucking perfume in the world.
“so warm… fuck, you wore this all night, baby,” he groaned to himself, voice wrecked. “little pussy was rubbing against them for hours… so fucking good.”
he took another long, greedy inhale, nose buried deep in the crotch. his fist moved faster along his big, curvy cock, slick and noisy and annoying.
fap. fap. fap. fap. fap.
then, he grabbed your bra and wrapped the lace strap around his throbbing cock, right under the head, and squeezed. the feeling of your bra tightening around his length made him moan aloud.
“shit—fuck—”
he started stroking again, using the bra strap like a cock ring, the lace rubbing against his sensitive skin with every frantic pump. riki started sucking on your panties—smashed against his face, breathing you in.
he thrust up into his fist, hips stuttering, eyes rolling back as he moaned into the soaked lace.
“gonna cum so fucking hard… because of you—fuck, baby—”
his strokes turned brutal, the wet clicky sounds getting louder and messier as precum dripped all over your strap. sucking on the fabric of your panties and inhaling deep—riki cums.
thick ropes of semen shot across his abs and chest, some of it landing on the cups of your bra. his whole body jerked hard with every pulse, hips still weakly fucking his fist while he kept your panties pressed to his nose, riding out the high on nothing but your scent.
even after he finished, he stayed like that for a long minute—chest heaving, your used panties still covering half of his face, your bra strap loosely around his throbbing cock.
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