✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who first refused to be taken in by anyone. He was just scared.. so cautious and stubborn. He rebelled alot when you first took him in, stubbornly refusing to eat and sleep anywhere else than the cold floor in the kitchen and hissing whenever you tried to get closer. But it didnt take long for him to give in. Hes all meow, no bite ^^
✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who couldnt start sleeping alone again after he slept in bed with you for the first time. Its not an option to him anymore.
✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who is insanely loyal to his owner and partner. Other people are just unimportant side characters to him.
✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who will purr when you give him back scratches or scratch him behind his cat ears. He will close his eyes in bliss and lean into your touch, pausing whatever hes doing.
✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who wraps his tail around your legs when hes feeling possessive. Sometimes he doesnt even realise hes doing it.
✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who gets all stubborn when hes mad at you. He will face away on you on purpose and cross his arms until you apologize properly, even if it isnt really your fault.
✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who catches himself staring at you sometimes. Its a bit creepy when he looks at you with big eyes and a blank face, but hes just observing and admiring. It used to scare you but now you think its adorable
✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who has a habit of biting you. Not enough for it to hurt or leave a mark, just a nibble on your cheek, your fingers, your arms, your legs.. wherever his head is resting.
✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who is a complete night owl.. he stays awake until easily 4 Am sometimes, long after you fell asleep. You dont know what this little menace does all these hours while youre sleeping.
✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who is scared of going back ro the street / the shelter every day.. so even if hes a little menace and stubborn sometimes, he wants to do his best so that you dont get tired of him and throw him out eventually. Its just in his nature to be a bit difficult..
✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who sometimes knocks things over and breaks them when youre gone and he gets too playful. He does his best to hide the broken plate, but you notice eventually. You dont get mad, just lecture him a bit. hes just glad every time when you dont yell at him.
✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who is just a clumsy kitty. Sometimes when he wants to do something for you to prove that hes not a handful and can help too, he ends up making a mess or fucking something up, having you help him clean it all up.. hes either gonna sulk, or get all defensive and embarrassed after such an event.. its a gamble of 50/50. no inbetween
✎ KITTY BF NI-KI who sometimes has moody phases for a few days.. sometimes even just hours. Either because he has something on his mind or because hes upset at you for something small, and you dont even know what it is.. he feels bad for not communicating and for being a little mean to you, but he feels so weird talking about his feelings.. if you give him enough attention, hes eventually going to drop the moody facade and he becomes your kitty again while telling you about whats wrong.
𓏸⠀ 𓈒 warnings/tags: party setting, alcohol, size kink (duh), bathroom quickie, niki and his chains/necklaces is a warning of its own, dirty talk, pet names (baby, mama, pretty girl, sexy), unprotected sex, roughdom!niki 𓏸⠀ 𓈒 word count: 1169
𓈒 ׄ summary: you're absolutely obsessed with the way riki hovers above you and the way his chains dangle over you (especiallywhenyoufuck) ₊ ୧ m.list! 𓂃 ۪ ׄ a/n: had to make niki fic, u alr know! anyway i hope u like babes!
it was late, you and a group of friends decided to go to a party tonight. nothing crazy, just something your friend niki and his boys were throwing. he told you about it the second they planned it so you couldn’t miss it. you and niki weren’t anything serious. you’ve never had sex or anything but man were you two some touchy mfs. you could literally never keep your hands off of each other. even when you tried not to, you still ended up clinged to each other.
you didn’t really dress up tonight, just a black mini skirt and a tank. you kept it simple. when you got to the party it was already hype. you made your way through the house looking for one of the boys. they were grouped in a corner talking about all the ‘fineshyts’ that came through.
n: “speaking of the devil, here's one of them.”
h: “oh shit, hey.”
you: “hey, the girls came with. here’s the bottle you asked for.”
heeseung gave you a side hug before grabbing the bag. it didn't take anything but two seconds for niki to pull you to him. he just held you there, chin resting on your head as he stood behind you. the boys just stood there talking for a while before one of the girls pulled a couple of them away.
music loud, shots poured, everyone dancing. this was the best distraction for niki. his hands slid around your waist the second everyone disappeared.
n: “im glad you came, sexy.”
you: “i bet you are.”
he let out a low, breathy laugh against your neck, mouth dragging warm, open-mouthed kisses across your skin while his grip on your waist tightened. possessive, hungry like he owned every inch of you.
you: “you dont wanna go talk to all the other girls you eyed down before i got here?”
n: “not when i got what i really want right here.”
you: “mm, okay niki.”
n: “don’t act like you don't like it, baby.”
you really tried acting like you didnt give a fuck. like it didn’t mean anything. like him calling you ‘baby’ and kissing you like he owned you, didn’t have you soaked. you tried to walk off but he for damn sure wasn’t gonna let you act like this wasn’t what you wanted.
n: “you’re not going anywhere, if it aint with me.”
you: “so you gonna just hold me here niki?”
n: “nah.”
you didn't know what he actually meant but in no time he had your wrist, dragging you to the bathroom. you could still hear the music leaking through the walls, feel the vibrations from the speakers. you didn't even have time to think before you were basically slammed against the wall. mouths crashed into each others.
the kisses were impatient, needy. tongue already in your mouth as if he’d been holding back. your hands found his jacket, his hair, anything you could grab. you rolled your hips into his thigh. he groaned into the kiss.
n: “you like testing me.”
you: “you wanted it.”
his hands are already slipping under your skirt. gripping everything in his reach, as if it's happened before. it hasn’t but man, you would’ve let it happen every time if it did. It didn't take long before his fingers found how wet you were.
n: “damn baby. i barely touched you.”
his laugh was low and mean. panties moved to the side and two fingers were already slipping in you without warning. your head hitting the wall. he’s knuckles deep, curling his fingers til he knows he’s where you want him to be. thumb brushing your clit making you curse under your breath, hands on his chest as if you want him to stop. knowing damn well you don't.
you: “s-shit ni-”
n: “hush, i unless you want people to hear you.”
his hand clamped over your mouth the second his fingers picked up speed. you couldn’t control how loud you were, but you didn’t have to worry about that. he had it under control. his lips on your neck, hot wet, opened mouth kisses right under your chin while your eyes rolled back.
n: “cum on my fingers pretty girl.”
you moan against his palm, hips grinding on his fingers shamelessly. he pumps them harder, faster, until your thighs shake. your orgasm his hard, fast. you basically came on demand. back arched into him, clit pulsating against his thumb. you twitch when he pulls his fingers out of you.
gliding them in against your lips before giving you one of the most dirty sloppy kisses possible. tongues tied, your moans while you kiss, his hand around your neck. he loved this shit. when he pulled away his eyes were dark. smile, lazy.
n: “i’m taking you home. but don’t worry mama, im not done”
the ride back to your apartment was all tension. your thighs sticky, body still twitching. you felt the cold bite of his rings every time he gripped your inner thighs. no words were spoken from the second you stepped into the car up until you reached your bed.
he peeled off your clothes like they bothered him, tossing you onto the mattress. he stripped like a show off. pulling his hoodie off with one hand, jeans already unzipped and dropped low revealing his heavy dick already leaking for you.
he climbed over you, hovering over you. his chains around his neck swinging slightly, catching the moonlight through the blinds. his dick dragging over your wet cunt like he’s teasing you, not pushing in at all. when he finally sinks into you, it's deep. he groans low, deep in his chest, head dipping to mouth at your neck, your tits, biting at your lip just because he can.
and that chain.
it dangles in your face, cold every time it brushes your chest. it swings every time he thrusts harder. hypnotizing. every slow drag of his hips makes it flick across your skin like a second tease. you can’t stop staring.
you: “f-fuck- niki, your chain-”
n: “you like that shit, huh?”
he speeds up. deep, rhythmic. the chain hits your throat, then your chest, back and forth with every thrust. you’re moaning loud now, hands clawing down his back, legs wrapped around his waist like you need to be closer.
his pace turns relentless. not just to fuck, but to ruin. skin slapping, bed creaking, your slick so loud it echoes. and still. still, he leans in close, that chain clinking between your bodies, and growls it against your mouth:
n: “say my fuckin’ name while i fuck deeper mama.”
you: “n-niki- oh-”
he fucks you through it. through every orgasm, every whimper, every time your hips buck up and your body jerks under his. his chain swings harder. your voice goes hoarse. your body gives out. and when he finally pulls out, his cum dripping down your thighs, your chest rising hard. he laughs again.
Bsf riki! who holdes all of your belongings for you, and admires every single feature on your face, as you get a little shy. “ witchu lookin at?”. You said. ,“ you pretty doll“, He grinned.
Bsf riki! who sneaks pics of you, when you’re being goofy and looking cute, and sends them to the gc. “ RIKII! when did you take these?!? “. You said shockingly.
Bsf riki! Who flirts with you for fun! and uses petnames just to see your reaction .“ wsp baby “. Riki said hugging you from the back.“ tsk didn’t I tell you to stop calling me that sir “ he smirked.
Bsf riki! who’s your biggest hype man when it comes to your achievements/goalss etc.. “ nobody is doing it like u 🖤⭐️”.,“you know I’m your #1 supporter right,” Riki said under your instagram post.
Bsf riki! who decides to confess his feelings for you, on your birthday while gifting you your dream car. “ OMGGG ILYSMM “. you said. “happy birthday doll” Riki blushed…“ so is that auhh..y-ye “He said nervously.“ YESSSSSSSSSSAUHHH”. You happily said.
smoking in riki’s bed is the best way to relax after a stressful day… if he can find his weed.
📓pairing: dealer!riki x fem!reader
contains: weed smoking skinship fluff kissing bickering riki’s kind of rude to his mom
🗯️vaeh’s note: i guess I’m back from my short ass break. this was supposed to be a Higher drabble but ig this counts as a regular bonus part now cs I am the worst at keeping my ffs short
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Everything about today had been advertised as fun. A “production day,” your lecturer had called it all week with way too much enthusiasm, promising creative freedom and relaxed schedules and exciting group work.
Instead, it had been six straight hours of irritation, passive aggressive comments, and carrying an entire project on your back while the rest of your group stared blankly at their laptops pretending to work.
By two in the afternoon, your social battery was dead.
Your group presentation was supposed to start in less than ten minutes, yet you were hiding in a bathroom stall with your phone pressed to your ear. Your knee bounced restlessly.
“Come on,” you muttered under your breath when it rings again.
Then finally—
“Hey baby—”
“Can you pick me up?”
You cut straight through his greeting, voice exhausted enough to make him pause on the other end.
“…What?”
You sigh, leaning your head back against the cold metal wall behind you. “Can you come get me?”
Riki exhales softly through his nose.
“When?”
“Right now.”
“Right now?” he repeats. “Baby, I can’t right now.”
You frown instantly.
“Why not?”
“I’m working.”
You roll your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. Working. So selling weed to junks.
“And didn’t you say you had class till four?” he adds. “What happened?”
“Yea? I don’t wanna go.”
A small laugh escapes him. “That’s not really how it works.”
“Oh my god,” you groan dramatically, rubbing your forehead. “You cannot be serious.”
“What?”
“You telling me not to skip class?” Your voice sharpened with disbelief. “Riki, you’ve attended like three classes this entire year.”
“Yeah. Don’t be like me.” Riki says.
“Please just come get me,” you try again, softer this time. “I’m so done with today.”
You heard muffled voices in the background on his side of the phone. A car door shutting. Someone calling his name.
Riki clicks his tongue quietly.
“Baby, I really can’t right now. I’ve got like 6 more clients today.”
Your face drops immediately.
“I hate everyone here.”
“I know.”
“No, like actually fucking hate them.”
“I know,” he repeats. “Just come over when your classes are finished, okay?”
You let out the most miserable whine imaginable, dragging the sound out on purpose just to irritate him.
“Rikiiii.”
“That’s not changing my answer.”
Another long sigh left you before you pull the phone away from your ear.
“Whatever.”
“Don’t be mad—”
But you already hung up.
The call ends with a sharp tap of your thumb.
You sit there for another second in irritated silence, glaring at the picture of you and Riki on your lockscreen before shoving the phone into your bag aggressively.
Then you stand up, grab your things, and push the stall door open way harder than necessary. The loud slam echoes through the bathroom.
A girl by the mirror startles and looks over.
“Jeez.” The girl mutters to herself.
You ignore her completely, storming toward the exit, already rehearsing in your head how badly you’re going to guilt trip Riki later for abandoning his poor girlfriend.
—
By the time you arrive at Riki’s house around four thirty, your irritation hasn’t faded even a little. You text him the second you reach the driveway.
You: im here
Riki: door’s open. mom’s downstairs
You shove your phone into your pocket and push the front door open without knocking.
At this point, you’re over here so much it feels like your second home. The house smells faintly like laundry detergent and food. You hear the TV playing softly somewhere in the living room before his mom notices you walking in.
“Oh, hi sweetheart.”
You look over with a smile. “Hi miss Nishimura.”
“How was your day?”
You let out a dramatic sigh immediately. “Horrible.”
She laughs knowingly from the couch. “That bad?”
“You have no idea.”
“Well,” she says, shaking her head with amusement, “Riki’s upstairs. And tell him to clean that room before it starts growing mold.”
You snort. “I’ll try.”
You laugh softly before heading upstairs, already hearing faint music through the slightly open bedroom door.
The second you push it open wider, you catch Riki mid-motion. He’s shoving an overflowing laundry basket under his bed with his foot fast.
The room still looks messy anyway. Black hoodie tossed over his desk chair. Empty water bottles near the nightstand. Chains and rings scattered around like decoration.
And him.
Black joggers hanging low on his hips, white tank top stretched over his frame, black zip-up hoodie hanging open. Silver rings glinting against his fingers. Cross necklace resting against his chest.
Your mood somehow gets worse instantly.
“There's she is,” he says casually, like he hasn’t just panic-cleaned the second he heard you coming upstairs.
You don’t even answer. You just walk over and let yourself collapse face first onto his bed dramatically, burying your face into his pillow.
It smells exactly like him. Detergent, smoke and cologne.
Riki chuckles quietly behind you.
“Aww,” he teases. “You’re having a hard life today?”
“Yeah.”
“Mhm.”
The mattress dips as he climbs beside you, one arm immediately sliding across your lower back, pulling you closer against him lazily.
“What’s up?” he asks, voice lower now.
Your response comes muffled into the pillow.
“I just wanna graduate already.”
He laughs softly at that.
You finally roll onto your back with a long sigh, staring at the ceiling dramatically. Riki looks down at you with obvious amusement before leaning down and kissing your cheek once.
Then again. Then your forehead and hen the corner of your mouth.
“Talk to me,” he says.
You narrow your eyes at him while he shifts onto his back beside you, opening one arm, inviting you. You stare at him for a second before groaning loudly.
“What?”
“You look good,” you complain miserably. “It’s pissing me off more.”
You move anyway, immediately curling into his side. One leg thrown over his while his arm settles around your waist automatically. He grins.
“That’s your problem?”
“Yes.”
“Damn.”
You sigh dramatically again before starting your rant properly.
You tell him about the presentation disaster. About your group members barely helping. About one dude showing up completely unprepared and still acting cocky anyway. About having to fix everything yourself while everybody else stood around being useless.
Riki mostly listens quietly, fingers tracing along your waist beneath your t-shirt.
Sometimes he hums. Sometimes he laughs when you mock someone. Sometimes he drops a quiet “that’s crazy” just to keep you talking.
“And then,” you continue, growing more irritated again just remembering it, “they’re all panicking asking me what to say during the presentation like I’m their fucking mother.”
“I’m jealous of you.” You say.
Riki frowns. “Why?”
“You literally just do whatever you want.”
Riki’s expression shifts slightly at that. His hand moves slowly up your back.
“That’s not really a good thing, baby.”
You shrug against him. “Still.”
“Nah.” He shakes his head lightly. “You say that now, but you’re actually doing something with your life.”
You snort. “Barely.”
“I mean it. You’re gonna graduate, get your degree, all that shit.” His fingers squeeze your side lightly. “That matters.”
You look up at him. “You sound like a dad.”
“I’m trying to help you.”
“You’re lecturing me.”
“I’m trying to be a good influence.”
You stare at him for a second before sighing loudly and burying your face against his chest again.
“I still hate everybody.”
“That’s okay,” he says easily, pressing a kiss into your hair.
You’re half sprawled on top of him now, your cheek pressed against his chest while his hand keeps moving up and down your back. The late afternoon light coming through his curtains makes the room feel warm and sleepy.
Until the thought hits you.
“I wanna smoke.”
Riki reacts immediately. Like genuinely immediately.
“Okay.”
You snort softly at how fast he says it.
He shifts underneath you, rolling onto his side to reach into his nightstand drawer. You hear the cluttering sound of him moving random things around, lighter, charger, loose receipts, wrappers probably. But then it goes quiet.
“The fuck?”
You lift your head slightly.
Riki’s brows furrow as he digs around harder. “Wait.”
You watch him pull the drawer out further.
Empty.
His whole expression changes instantly. Not fully panicked yet, but close enough that it makes you start smiling already.
“No way,” he mutters.
Without warning, he slips out from underneath you and gets off the bed fast enough to make it bounce. He opens his underwear drawer next, shoving things around aggressively before pulling out a small box hidden beneath his boxers.
Empty too.
“Oh my god,” he says under his breath.
You’re fully entertained now, just laying there watching him spiral.
He checks his backpack next. Nothing.
“What the fuck?” he says again, louder this time. “Nah nah nah.”
You’re trying not to laugh.
Riki turns to look at you with genuine concern in his eyes now.
“I think my mom took my stash.”
That makes you snort. But he doesn’t laugh at all.
His jaw tightens while he runs both hands through his hair, already stressed.
“Riki,” you say between laughs, “are you serious—”
“This isn’t funny.”
“It kinda is.”
“No, it’s really not.”
He’s already leaving the room before you can answer, and he leaves the door wide open behind him. You hear his footsteps down the stairs before his voice carries faintly through the house.
“Mom?”
“In the kitchen!”
You sit up slightly on the bed, immediately listening.
Riki walks into the kitchen trying to sound casual.
“Mom… were you in my room earlier?”
“Yes,” his mom answers easily. “Why?”
“Did you… take something?”
“Your drugs?”
Riki clicks his tongue. “It’s just weed.”
“And weed is still drugs. And it still makes the entire house smell.”
“Mom.”
“No, seriously,” she continues. “I’m tired of the smell. And I don’t want you doing that stuff all day.”
“You can’t just take my stuff.”
“I absolutely can if it’s in my house.”
“It’s my money you threw away, good quality shit,” he argues back, frustration slipping into his voice now. “Do you know how much was in there?”
“Maybe if you went to school instead of selling weed—”
“Oh my god.”
“You’re twenty years old, Riki.”
“And paying for my own stuff.”
“With drug money.”
He lets out a sharp exhale through his nose, clearly realizing the conversation is going nowhere.
“This is crazy,” he mutters.
Then you hear his footsteps coming back upstairs.
The second he walks back into the room, he looks miserable. You’re already grinning.
“She threw it away,” he complains immediately, throwing himself dramatically onto the bed beside you. “Everything.”
“I heard.”
“This is fucked up.”
You laugh softly while he lays there staring at the ceiling like his life is over.
“My own mother robbing me.”
“She’s probably trying to save your future.”
“She threw away like—” He cuts himself off with another annoyed groan. “I don’t even know— a lot of fucking money.”
Still smiling, you move closer again, half laying over him comfortably while he keeps muttering complaints under his breath.
Your hand slides across his side. Then pauses. There’s something in the pocket of his hoodie.
You feel the slight crinkle of plastic underneath the fabric. Riki notices your expression immediately.
“…What?”
Instead of answering, you slip your hand into his hoodie pocket.
“Oh shit.”
You pull out the tiny plastic bag slowly between two fingers. Then your grin spreads immediately.
“Oh my god, thank—”
“We’re not smoking that.”
He snatches it from your hand before you can even finish.
You stare at him.
“Riki.”
“It’s for a client.”
You let out an actual laugh. “Be forreal.”
“I am forreal.”
“Fuck your client.”
“My client is how I make money.”
“Your client can survive one night without weed.”
“He already paid.”
You roll your eyes dramatically before settling between on top of his legs while he keeps the bag out of reach.
“So refund him.”
“Refund him?” He laughs under his breath. “That’s not how that works.”
Your fingers start moving absentmindedly over his stomach through the thin tank top while you speak, nails lightly scratching against the fabric.
“You’re acting like it’s ten kilos.”
“I’m being responsible.”
You snort loudly at that word.
“Responsible.”
“Yes.”
“You skipped like an entire month of school.”
“I’m still enrolled.”
Your hand slides lower against his waist slowly.
“C’monnnn.” you murmur. “I had the worst day.”
“You say that every day.”
“Because people test me every day.”
“Mhm.”
“And now you’re sitting here gatekeeping weed from me.”
“I’m not gatekeeping.”
“You are, though.”
His hand settles on your thigh automatically, fingers squeezing once while he watches you with narrowed eyes.
“You’re manipulative as hell, i hope you know that.”
You tilt your head innocently. “What? I’m just talking.”
“Yeah?” he says. “That’s why your hands are all over me.”
“Maybe because you look good.”
You lean closer while talking, fingers trailing underneath the hem of his tank top just slightly, feeling the warmth of his skin underneath.
Riki exhales slowly through his nose.
“Manipulative”
“And you’re still not giving me the weed.”
He shakes his head, but he’s already losing. You can tell.
“Imagine,” you continue casually, “choosing some random stoner over your sexy girlfriend after she suffered through six hours hell.”
“Hell?”
“Yes.”
“You’re insane.”
“And sober,” you remind him. “Which is your fault.”
That finally makes him laugh. You immediately take advantage of it, reaching for the bag again. He pulls it away last second.
“Riki,” you groan.
“No.”
“Why are you acting like this is life or death?”
“Because my mom already murdered my business today.”
You roll your eyes before shifting even closer into his lap until your face is right near his. Your hands slide up his chest while you talk softly, your lips hovering above his.
“You like me more than your client, right?”
Then he squints at you. “You’re so full of shit.”
“But am I wrong?”
His hand tightens on your thigh again while he stares at your lips for a second too long.
You already know you won.
“If this dude starts blowing up my phone later, I’m blaming you.”
You smile slowly. “So we’re smoking?”
“Pleaseeee. I know you want it too.”
He exhales slowly, staring at the tiny bag in his hand like he’s mourning it already.
“Fine.”
“Yesssss.”
You grin immediately and kiss his cheek fast before he can change his mind.
“Love you.”
“Yeah yeah,” he mutters. “You love my weed.”
Riki keeps muttering under his breath about loss while he rolls onto his side toward the nightstand.
You grin to yourself, while he pulls open the drawer again and starts gathering everything he needs. Grinder. Papers. Lighter.
You laugh softly and sit up against the headboard while he settles beside you cross-legged, focused now.
His rings glint under the golden sunlight while he breaks the weed apart between his fingers. You watch him quietly while he works, music humming softly in the background from his speaker.
There’s something stupidly attractive about watching him roll.
Maybe it’s the concentration on his face. The silver chain resting against his throat. The way his hoodie slips down slightly off one shoulder while he leans forward.
He finishes rolling the blunt with a small nod to himself before licking the edge closed carefully. Then he grabs the lighter, sparks it once, twice, before the tip finally glows orange.
The smell fills the room almost instantly.
Riki takes the first hit automatically, checking the burn, then passes it over to you.
You take it from him slowly, inhaling deep while he gets off the bed.
The smoke settles warm in your lungs while you watch him move around the room. He cracks the window open first, then turns the music up slightly louder.
You exhale toward the ceiling with a long satisfied sigh before letting yourself fall backward onto his bed dramatically.
“Oh my god.”
Riki laughs quietly while climbing back onto the mattress.
“That good?”
“Mhm.”
He takes the blunt back from your fingers and leans against the headboard beside you. You watch him inhale slowly before he tilts his head back slightly, doing a french inhale.
You narrow your eyes.
“Okay show off.”
He grins lazily. “You wish you could do that.”
“I literally can.”
“You can’t.”
You grab at the blunt immediately. “Give it.”
He laughs again but hands it over.
Riki’s eyes are getting red, eyelids hanging lower, his movements slower. And you can feel yourself melting into the mattress more every second.
You move closer without really thinking about it, thigh pressing against his while you take another hit.
“Does your mom know I smoke with you?” You ask quietly.
Riki immediately lets out a short laugh.
“No.”
“Why’d you laugh like that?”
“Because she’d actually kill me.”
You grin slightly. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He takes the blunt back. “She already hates that I smoke. If she found out I got you smoking too?” He shakes his head. “I’d never survive.”
“You didn’t get me smoking.”
“You met me because I sold to you.”
“Okay.”
He points at you with the blunt. “Exactly.”
You laugh quietly while laying your head against his shoulder.
“She thinks I’m a bad influence already,” he says.
“You are a bad influence.”
“Maybe.”
Riki takes another hit before continuing, words slower now.
“One time she caught me smoking in the garage and made me deep clean the whole house for like two days.”
“No way.”
“I’m serious.” He looks genuinely offended remembering it. “She took my car keys too.”
You start laughing harder.
“She said if I wanted to ‘act grown’ then I could start doing grown people chores.”
He rolls his eyes lazily before nudging your leg with his knee.
“What about your parents? They know?”
You think for a second.
“I don’t think so.”
“Not even about me?”
“They know you’re my boyfriend,” you say vaguely.
You grin.
“I just don’t think they know you deal.”
“And the smoking?”
You shrug lightly. “My mom definitely suspects something sometimes.”
“She ever ask?”
“Once.”
“What’d you say?”
“That my eyes were red because I was tired.”
Riki immediately starts laughing.
“That’s such bullshit.”
“She believed me.”
“No she didn’t.”
“She did.”
“She chose to believe you,” he corrects.
You smile a little at that because honestly, he’s probably right.
The conversation slowly drifts after that. Neither of you talking much anymore.
The weed settles heavier into your body until everything feels warm and slow and comfortable. The music sounds better. His room feels warmer and you get clingy.
Your hands keep finding him without even thinking about it.
Resting on his chest. Sliding under his hoodie. Fingers tracing over the rings on his hands. Playing with the chain around his neck. Touching his arm, his stomach, his jaw.
Riki notices eventually.
“You’re attached to me right now.”
“Mhm.”
He smiles lazily, eyes half closed now while you curl fully against him.
“So cute.”
One of your legs thrown over his again. Your face pressed into the side of his neck.
His hand drifts slowly up and down your back while the room stays quiet except for the music and your soft occasional laughter at literally nothing.
Your entire horrible day feels far away now.
The blunt is almost done by now. Just one hit left. You take the last hit slowly, inhaling deep.
“Baby,” Riki says quietly.
You look at him. He just tilts his head slightly, eyes flicking toward your mouth.
Oh. A small grin pulls at your lips immediately.
Without a word, you shift up, swinging one leg over his lap so you’re sitting on top of him properly. His back presses against the bedframe while his hands settle automatically on your hips.
You lean down close. Then slowly exhale the smoke into his mouth.
Riki inhales instantly, eyes fixed on your lips the entire time.
You stay close after, barely pulling away.
His gaze drags over your face lazily before he turns his head slightly to the side to exhale the smoke away from you. One hand reaches toward the nightstand blindly, dropping the finished blunt into the glass of water beside the bed with a quiet sizzle.
Then he looks back at you and kisses you immediately.
His lips warm against yours while your arms slide around his neck automatically. The kiss tastes faintly like smoke, his hand moving up your side underneath your hoodie while he pulls you closer against him.
Your fingers slip into the hair at the back of his neck.
His hand is sliding up your throat gently, thumb brushing your jaw while he deepens the kiss.
You breathe out softly against his mouth when his other hand moves lower, dragging down your waist before settling on your ass with a firm squeeze.
His tongue pushes into your mouth while his grip tightens slightly, guiding your hips forward instinctively. Then back, then forward again, while softly humming into the kiss.
The movement makes heat curl low in your stomach instantly.
He has his hands all over you like he can’t decide where he wants them most.
One hand squeezing your thigh now. The other still holding your waist, moving you against him in a way that has your head getting fuzzier by the second.
Then—
A knock.
“Riki.”
You both freeze instantly.
You practically launch yourself off his lap while Riki looks down at his crotch and quickly adjusts his joggers to hide something.
You drop back onto the bed casually, grabbing your phone like you’ve been doing absolutely nothing suspicious.
Riki starts aggressively waving his hand through the air trying to clear the smoke, muttering a quiet “shit” under his breath.
“Yeah?” he calls out.
His mom opens the door. The second she steps inside, her face twists immediately.
“Oh my god.”
Riki sighs dramatically already.
“It smells disgusting in here.”
Riki shrugs. You bite the inside of your cheek hard to stop yourself from laughing.
His mom looks around the room with visible disappointment before glaring at him again.
“I just told you about this earlier.”
Riki scoffs quietly, slouching further against the headboard. “Okay.”
“Don’t ‘okay’ me.”
He stays quiet this time. Probably because arguing more would make her stay longer.
Thankfully, she moves on with another sigh.
“Anyway, I’m going out to dinner with a friend later, so you two need to figure out food yourselves.”
“Okay.”
“And clean this room.”
Riki looks around lazily at the disaster surrounding him.
“It is clean, mom.”
His mom stares at him in disbelief. She shakes her head like she’s exhausted with him. Then she turns and walks out. Leaving the door completely open behind her.
“Mom!” Riki calls after her immediately. “Close the door.”
She ignores him completely and keeps walking downstairs.
He drops his head back against the wall with an annoyed groan.
“You see how nobody respects me in this house?”
He rolls his eyes while you crawl closer again, reaching up to grab his face with both hands. You squish his cheeks together dramatically, lips pursed in fake pity.
“Awww,” you say mockingly. “Poor baby. Mommy yelled at you again?”
“Shut up,” he mumbles through squished cheeks.
“This,” he says while pulling your hands away, “is why I smoke. My mom stresses me out.”
“She just told you to clean your room.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s normal.”
“It’s already clean.”
You slowly turn your head to look around the room. Then back at him.
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
The disbelief on your face makes him scoff instantly.
“It is.”
“Riki.”
“What?”
You narrow your eyes at him before suddenly leaning over the side of the bed.
Riki reacts immediately. He grabs your waist trying to pull you back before you can look underneath, but he’s too slow.
You already see everything. The laundry basket tipped completely over, half the clothes spilled out across the floor underneath the bed. Empty water bottles. A pizza box. Random chargers. One sock hanging off something.
And… you slowly reach down with two fingers.
You hold up a pair of grey Calvin Klein boxers delicately like they’re contaminated.
“You’re disgusting.”
He clicks his tongue and snatches them from your fingers fast and throws them back underneath the bed aggressively.
“Stop looking under there.”
You ignore him completely.
Still bent over the side of the bed, you keep inspecting his mess pile while Riki flops back dramatically behind you.
“Leave my room alone.” he says, laughing under his breath.
“There’s enough water bottles under here to survive an apocalypse.”
“I was gonna throw them away.”
“When? Next year?”
He grabs your ankle, trying to drag you back up onto the bed.
“Come here.”
“No, I’m investigating.”
Your eyes catch on something small shoved further back underneath the bed.
You pull it out quietly.
A pair of pink panties. You recognize them instantly because you’ve been wondering where they disappeared to weeks ago.
But instead of saying that, you just stare at them for a second.
Then slowly sit back up onto the bed.
Riki’s still relaxed at first, watching you casually.
Until you look at him.
“Riki,” you say slowly.
“Hm?”
“Are you cheating on me?”
The change in his expression is immediate.
“What?”
You hold up the panties silently, keeping your face completely serious.
Riki stares at them for one second before scoffing.
“Baby, those are yours.”
You don’t answer. Just keep staring at him.
“You literally left those here.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did.”
“I’ve never seen those in my life.”
He snorts. “Okay.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re lying.”
You shrug lightly. “Am I?”
Riki still looks entertained at first, completely unconcerned while he reaches for his phone beside him.
“They’re yours y/n.”
“I think I’d remember my own underwear.”
He glances over at you again.
You’re still staring at him with the exact same serious expression. No smile, no laugh.Nothing.
The amusement slowly starts fading from his face. Riki sits up a little straighter now.
“Are you being serious right now?”
You look down at the panties in your hands dramatically before looking back at him.
“I don’t know, Riki. Should I be?”
“Baby,” he says immediately, now fully paying attention. “That is literally yours.”
“But what if it’s not?”
He stares at you for another second, trying to figure out if you’re joking.
Then his phone gets tossed aside completely.
“Baby— what?.” He moves closer fast, hands immediately finding your face. “Why would I cheat on you?”
You bite the inside of your cheek trying not to laugh.
“You think I’d do that?”
You shrug again.
Riki looks genuinely stressed now.
“No, seriously.” His thumbs brush against your cheeks while he searches your face. “I would never do that to you.”
Your expression almost breaks right there.
“I promise you that.” he says softer now.
“Mhm.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
“You’re the only girl that’s ever in my room.”
That one nearly makes you lose it. Especially because he sounds so sincere.
His brows are pulled together now, eyes low and worried while he keeps holding your face close.
“I’d never cheat on you,” he says again quietly. “Don’t look at me like that.”
You can’t hold it anymore.
“Hahaaaaa— gotcha.”
Riki freezes. Then realization slowly washes over his face.
“I knew it.”
You’re laughing so hard now you almost fall sideways off the bed.
“Oh my god, your face—”
“Get out of here with your fuckass pranks.”
“I got you so stressed.” you wheeze. “You got all serious—”
You keep laughing while mocking his voice.
“Baby, I’d never cheat on you.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re the only girl in my room.”
Riki shoves you hard enough to make you flop backward onto the mattress while he falls back beside you dramatically.
“You’re annoying as fuck.”
You’re still laughing.
“You looked so scared.”
“You kept staring at me like you were about to cry.”
You roll on top of him immediately, still grinning while he tries to stay annoyed.
It doesn’t work very well. Especially not when you start kissing his face repeatedly. One on his cheek. Another near his jaw. Then the corner of his mouth.
“Sorry,” you laugh against his skin.
“No you’re not.”
“I’m kinda sorry.”
“Mhm.”
You kiss him again anyway, arms wrapping around his neck. He’s still shaking his head.
“Actually can’t stand you,” he mutters.
But he’s smiling when he says it.
You’re still laughing when you lean down to kiss him again. And again and again.
Riki tries to stay annoyed, but you can literally feel him fighting a smile underneath your mouth every time you kiss the corner of his lips.
“Don’t be mad,” you mumble against his cheek.
You poke his face.
“Riki.”
He grabs your wrist immediately. “Stop poking me.”
“I’ve never seen you that stressed in my life.” you continue, grinning down at him.
“I could tell you were joking.”
“Aww,” you tease again, lightly squishing his face. “Did you?’
“I don’t like you.”
“You do.”
You kiss him again before squishing his cheek one more time.
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m warning you right now.”
You ignore him completely.
Another poke.
“Baby—”
Another kiss.
“Don’t be—”
Suddenly his hands grab your waist hard.
You barely have time to yelp before he flips you over completely, throwing you onto the mattress with a laugh.
“Riki!”
“There,” he says while climbing over you fast. “Got you.”
You’re still laughing when he pins both your wrists above your head with one hand.
He leans down and bites lightly at your neck with a playful growl that makes you yell immediately.
Riki grins against your skin before suddenly attacking your sides with his free hand.
“You were asking for it.”
You scream instantly.
“RIKI—”
“You thought you were funny?”
“STOP—”
He keeps tickling you, fingers everywhere now while you twist underneath him laughing so hard you can barely breathe. Your legs kick against the bed uselessly while he keeps your wrists pinned easily.
“Talking all that shit,” he says through his own laughter. “Now look at you.”
“STOP—”
“No.”
“PLEASE—”
“Say sorry.”
“I— I DID!”
“Say it properly.”
You can barely get words out between laughing.
He keeps going. Tickling your stomach now, your sides, under your arms, everywhere he knows makes you lose your mind.
You’re literally crying laughing at this point.
“Okay okay— sorry!”
“What was that?”
“Sorry!!”
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry Riki!”
Finally he stops.Both of you breathing hard now.
Riki looks down at you smugly while still pinning your wrists above your head. Then he leans down and kisses the side of your jaw once before letting go completely.
“That’s what I thought. Good girl.”
You glare at him and immediately kick his leg one last time.
He laughs while rolling off you.
You just lay there dramatically trying to recover, chest rising and falling while your face hurts from laughing.
“Oh my god,” you groan.
“You started it.”
“You almost killed me.”
You stare at the ceiling for another few quiet seconds before your stomach growls loudly.
Riki immediately snorts.
“…I’m hungry.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
He stretches lazily before sitting up, hoodie riding up slightly, giving you a peek of the tattoo on his side.
“Get up then.” He says while reaching over to tap your thigh.
You follow him downstairs.
You hop up onto the kitchen counter while Riki starts checking for food. The fridge first.
He stares inside for a few seconds. “Why do we only have ingredients?”
He starts pulling random things out dramatically.
Spinach. Eggs. Sauce. Half a cucumber.
“You could cook.”
“I’m not cooking.”
You roll your eyes.
Next he checks the cabinets. Same problem. Pasta. Rice. Random canned stuff.
“What even is this.”
You laugh softly from the counter while swinging your legs.
Then he opens the freezer.
“Oh wait.”
You sit up slightly.
“What?”
“I found some pizza.”
“Oh my god.”
Riki pulls it outThen flips it over.
His face immediately drops.
“Nevermind.”
“What?”
“This shit expired two years ago?! Jezus Christ, mom.”
You burst out laughing.
“This house has no food and no weed,” he complains dramatically while walking toward the trash. “Unbelievable.”
“You’re so spoiled.”
He opens the trash bin to throw away the pizza. Then freezes.
“…No fucking way.”
You blink at him. “What?”
“Baby.”
The tone of his voice makes you hop off the counter immediately.
“What?”
Riki slowly turns the trash bin toward you.
Your eyes widen instantly.
His stash. All of it. Still sealed up in bags, sitting right there untouched because apparently his mom had just thrown it out without opening anything.
“Oh shit.”
Riki genuinely looks emotional.
“She didn’t throw it out.”
You start laughing immediately while he grabs the bags out of the trash like he’s rescuing lost treasure.
“No way,” he keeps saying in disbelief. “No fucking way.”
Riki suddenly grabs your waist and lifts you right off the floor effortlessly, making you laugh louder while he kisses you hard.
“You don’t understand,” he says against your lips, grinning like an idiot now. “We’re about to have a goood time.”
You’re still smiling when you hop back up onto the kitchen counter, watching Riki reorganize his recovered stash on the counter.
“I want sushi.”
Riki looks over immediately.
“You want sushi?” he repeats, stepping closer until he’s standing between your legs.
“Mhm.”
You hook your ankles loosely behind him while he leans in just enough to kiss you once.
“Then we’re getting sushi.”
“Exactly.”
He pulls his phone out with one hand while the other settles around your lower back automatically, keeping you close against him while he opens a delivery app.
“What rolls do you want?”
You lean forward immediately to watch.
“That one.”
“Ooo wait,” you say, pointing at the screen. “Get California rolls.”
Riki adds it without argument.
“And spicy salmon.”
Tap.
“And those fried ones.”
“The crunchy ones?”
“Yeah.”
Still, he scrolls until you nod.
“Those.”
He adds them too.
One of your hands drifts into his hair while he orders, fingers scratching lightly at the back of his neck. You keep commenting on random things while he adds literally everything you mention without complaint.
“Get gyoza too.”
“Okay.”
“And mochi.”
“You don’t even like mochi that much.”
“Yes I do.”
“You eat like two bites.”
“I like mochi. Riki.” You say, not sure if you’re trying to convince him or yourself.
Riki laughs quietly under his breath and adds it anyway, he glances at the total and finally looks up at you.
“I think we got enough.”
You immediately shake your head.
“No.”
“Baby.”
“We get hungry when we’re high.”
“That’s already enough food for a family of four.”
“And?”
He stares at you for a second.
Then sighs dramatically and adds another roll anyway.
“There. Happy?”
“Very.”
“You use me financially.”
“Correct.”
He snorts softly before finally placing the order.
The second the confirmation screen pops up he tosses his phone onto the counter beside you.
“There,” he says, reaching for the weed beside you, “you ready to get faded or what?”
He dangles one of the little bags of weed in front of you teasingly.
You glance at it, then shake your head.
“Not yet.”
Riki raises an eyebrow. “Why?”
“I don’t want it to wear off before the food gets here.”
That makes him laugh immediately.
You’re still sitting on the counter while he steps even closer between your legs again, his hands settle on either side of your thighs.
“Baby,” he says amused, “you do not gotta worry about that.”
You smile slightly at his tone already.
He leans in closer.
“This shit’s strong,” he murmurs near your lips. “It’ll have you stoned for hours.”
The way he says it makes warmth spread through you instantly.
You smile against his mouth before kissing him softly just for a few seconds. When you pull back, you’re still smiling a little.
“The other one worked pretty fast though.”
Riki chuckles quietly.
“Yeah baby, that was like less than half a blunt.”
“Mhm.”
“And my mom interrupted us halfway through.”
You laugh softly and lightly push his shoulder.
“Stop talking shit about your mom.”
By the time you both end up outside in the backyard, the sky is starting to darken just slightly.
You curl one leg underneath yourself on the gray lounge sofa in the cornerwhile Riki sits beside you, immediately pulling out the recovered stash again.
The second he opens the bag, the smell hits instantly.
“Jeez,” you say, wrinkling your nose slightly.
Riki just nods while breaking it apart between his fingers.
“Told you,” he says proudly. “This the good stuff.”
You eye the weed suspiciously.
“I don’t wanna green out again.”
That makes him laugh under his breath.
“You’re not gonna green out.”
“You said that last time too.”
“And you were fine.”
“I thought my heart stopped.”
Riki grins and reaches over to pat your head.
“You’ll be fine, baby. I promise.”
He ignores that, focused on rolling now.
His rings click softly against the lighter beside him while he works. You watch him carefully pack the joint before sealing it shut.
“Oh, by the way.”
“Mhm?”
“When the food gets here, you gotta open the door.”
You blink. “Why?”
You stare at him for a second.
“Riki.”
He just grins to himself while lighting the tip.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“…Okay?”
You shake your head at him while he hands you the finished joint.
You bring it to your lips automatically, cupping your hand around the end while you light it carefully against the slight evening breeze.
The orange glow flickers against your face for a second.
Riki watches you.
“You look sexy when you do that.”
You smile at him while inhaling. He laughs softly and lights his own.
You take another long hit confidently this time. Immediate mistake.
The smoke hits the back of your throat so harshly you start coughing instantly.
“Fuck—”
“I told you it’s strong.”
You cough harder.
His hand lands on your back, rubbing slowly between your shoulders.
“You good?”
“Mhm,” you manage weakly between coughs.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He still keeps rubbing your back though, grinning to himself while you recover.
The joints burn slowly while the conversation drifts lazily from topic to topic. Sometimes one of you talks. Sometimes neither of you does.
Your body starts feeling heavier against the couch cushions while Riki’s eyes get visibly lower every time he looks over at you.
Then the doorbell rings faintly inside the house.
Neither of you reacts.
A few seconds later it rings again. Still nothing.
By the third ring, your eyes widen slightly.
“Oh shit.”
You quickly lean forward to put your joint in the ashtray, but you just kind of drop it sideways carelessly.
Riki immediately hisses under his breath.
“Baby—”
“What?”
“You gotta put it down properly.”
He fixes it quickly before it burns unevenly, muttering to himself while adjusting it.
“Now you gotta relight it later. Wasting my shit.”
By the time you get to the front door, your eyes already feel warm and heavy.
You pull it open.
The delivery guy looks down at his phone first.
Then at you.
Then back at the phone again with visible hesitation.
“Order for…” He squints slightly. “Princess?”
You freeze.
The delivery guy looks awkward now.
“…Is that you?”
“Oh.” You smile awkwardly. “Yup... that’s me.”
He hands over the food while clearly trying not to react.
“Enjoy.”
“Thanks.”
The second you walk back outside, Riki’s smiling so hard he can barely hold it together.
“Order for princess?” you repeat flatly.
That immediately makes him laugh.
“You’re ridiculous.”
He shrugs innocently, still grinning.
“That’s what you are right? Ordering half the menu on my costs.”
“So?”
“So princess behavior.”
You shake your head while sitting back beside him with the food bags.
Riki laughs quietly while watching you unpack everything onto the outdoor table.
Containers everywhere. Soy sauce packets. Mochi. Chopsticks. You arrange everything carefully while he watches you with low amused eyes.
Then he hands your joint back to you.
“Smoke first.”
“I’m hungry.”
“It’ll taste better after.”
You look at him.
“Trust me.”
You sigh.
“Alright. But let me unpack first.”
Riki just leans back against the couch watching you continue organizing all the food until everything’s spread out perfectly across the table.
Only then do you finally put the joint back between your lips.
“Here,” you mumble.
Riki leans in with the lighter, one hand instinctively cupping near your face while he relights it for you.
Then he takes his own joint again.
Time starts getting weird after that. The world feels softer while the backyard lights blur slightly golden against your vision.
Riki’s head is tipped back slightly, eyes red and barely open anymore.
You’re not much better. Every movement feels delayed.
The sushi sitting on the table in front of you somehow looks like the best thing you’ve ever seen in your life.
And when you glance over at Riki, he’s already looking at you. Slow grin spreading across his face.
The second you take the first bite of sushi, your eyes widen dramatically.
“Oh my god.”
Riki’s already chewing on his own food beside you when you point at the tray.
“This tastes fucking amazing.”
Your words come out half muffled because you’re already stuffing another piece into your mouth.
Riki starts laughing immediately.
“You look crazy right now.”
“No seriously,” you say through another bite, “this is like… life changing.”
“Mhm,” he agrees lazily. “Told you.”
The weed is hitting hard now. Everything tastes better.
The soy sauce somehow tastes richer. The crunchy fried rolls are so good they piss you off a little. Even the stupid little ginger slices are suddenly very good.
“This is the best sushi I’ve ever had in my entire life.”
At one point you groan loud while chewing and let your head fall back dramatically against the couch.
Riki loses it.
“You sound like you’re getting fucked.”
“No. This better than getting fucked.”
Riki starts laughing so hard he nearly chokes on rice.
You laugh too immediately even though neither of you even knows what’s funny anymore.
The conversation keeps breaking apart halfway through because both of you get distracted constantly.
Riki reaches for a fried roll.
Misses the soy sauce completely. Still eats it.
You stare at him.
“You didn’t dip it, baby.”
“Huh?”
“You missed.”
He looks down slowly.
“Oh.”
Then both of you start laughing again for absolutely no reason.
At some point you try using chopsticks and completely fail because your movements feel delayed.
“You’re holding them wrong,” Riki says.
“No I’m not.”
“You look like you don’t know what planet you’re on right now.”
Eventually the table is a complete mess and both of you are completely gone.
You fall back dramatically against the couch cushions with a groan.
“I’m so full.”
Riki leans back beside you with heavy eyes.
“Same.”
The backyard feels unreal now.
The sun is setting lower, turning the sky orange and pink while the grass somehow looks very green.
You stare at it for a long moment.
“Why does the grass look like… that?”
Riki turns his head slowly. “Like what?”
“So green.”
He squints at the lawn for a few seconds.
“…Damn.”
“Right?”
“Yeah.”
You nod seriously.
“This is the best weed ever.”
“Mhm.”
“My eyelashes are tingling.”
That makes him laugh quietly.
You keep talking very slowly.
“And the sky is like…” You gesture vaguely upward. “Orange. But like… not normal orange.”
Your thoughts are drifting around faster than your mouth can keep up.
“And the clouds are so…” You trail off completely.
“So what?”
“…Nevermind.”
“You forgot?”
“Mhm.”
“You’re so stoned.”
You look over at him slowly.
“You are too.”
“I can handle it better.” he says immediately.
Riki grins lazily beside you before grabbing his phone and putting music on. The sound plays quietly through the backyard while the sky gets darker by the minute.
The weed makes both of you ridiculously affectionate.
Your hand keeps finding his automatically. Or his hoodie. Or his chain.
You’re halfway in his lap again without even realizing it.
Riki doesn’t seem any better. One arm permanently around your waist now. Fingers tracing patterns against your side. Pulling you closer every few minutes like he forgot you’re already on top of him.
At some point he just starts staring at you.
You notice eventually.
“What?”
“You’re so cute when you’re high.”
“You say that every time.”
“Cause it’s true. You get all slow.”
“You’re slow too.”
“Yeah but I’m still functioning.”
The night settles around you slowly.
The air gets colder. The backyard lights turn on automatically above you. Music still humming softly in the background.
Eventually you both end up laying down across the lounge couch together.
You’re tucked between his long legs with your head resting on his chest, arms folded underneath your chin w.
Riki’s hand moves slowly through your hair.
Everything feels warm and comfortable. Your eyes keep slipping shut.
Riki says something eventually, voice low and sleepy above you.
You don’t answer.
A few seconds pass then he nudges you lightly.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.”
Nothing.
“Princess.”
Riki lifts his head slightly to look down at you properly.
Your mouth is slightly open against his chest, breathing slow and even.
Completely asleep.
He stares for a second before quietly chuckling to himself.
His hand brushes gently through your hair one last time before his eyes close too.
A while later, the back door slides open softly.
Riki’s mom steps inside the dark kitchen first, kicking her shoes off quietly before setting her bag down on the counter.
The house is silent.
She frowns slightly.
“Riki?”
No answer.
“Y/n?”
She glances toward the backyard when she notices the faint music still playing outside. With a small sigh, she walks over and slides the door open further.
You and Riki are completely passed out.
Riki’s sprawled against the couch cushions with his head tilted to the side, one arm still wrapped around your waist in his sleep. His other hand is tangled loosely in your hair like he fell asleep petting it.
And you’re curled against his chest, tucked between his legs comfortably, breathing slow and peaceful.
Both of you look exhausted but very cute together.
For a second she just stands there quietly watching.
“Oh gosh,” she mutters under her breath, her eyes barely tearing up.
It’s kind of thing she’d probably take a picture of if she wasn’t actively trying to stay annoyed at her son.
She’s already about to leave you both alone when her eyes drift toward the table beside the couch.
The ashtray.
Two finished joints resting inside.
Her mouth flattens immediately.
“Oh my god.”
She clicks her tongue softly while looking back at the two of you asleep.
“You two…”
Riki just pulls you slightly closer unconsciously in his sleep.
His mom shakes her head slowly before heading back inside. The kitchen light flicks on and that’s when she notices the counter.
Several bags. Very recognizable bags, filled with weed.
All spread across the kitchen counter exactly where Riki had left them earlier.
She slowly closes her eyes.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
She walks over immediately, picking one up between two fingers with visible disbelief.
“So he went into the trash for it too,” she mutters to herself.
Another annoyed sigh leaves her while she grabs the box of trash bags from underneath the sink.
This time, she empties every single bag out of the packaging directly into the garbage.
No saving it now.
Just straight into old food, napkins, banana peels and whatever else is already sitting in there.
She ties the trash bag shut tightly afterward. Then looks toward the backyard again through the glass door.
Riki sleeping peacefully with you in his arms, completely unaware that his mom is throwing out his beloved weed stash… again.
𑄝 big cat!niki who… is a gorgeous jaguar hybrid. sleek black hair and little rounded ears that sit at the top of his head, a long tail that feels like silk when you pet it. he growls softly and leans into your hand anytime you pay his ears or tail some attention.
𑄝 big cat!niki who… loves to have constant physical contact with you. holding hands, kissing, touching knees, wrapping his tail around you, anything and everything to feel as close to you as possible. he can’t help but crave your body heat against his, it’s just his nature.
𑄝 big cat!niki who… doesn’t know his own strength. riki’s big, in every way, he doesn’t realize it when he’s playing too hard with you until there’s a bruise. you never mind it though, messing around is his way of showing his comfort and trust, a bruise never hurt too bad.
𑄝 big cat!niki who… always wants to play rough. riki can’t help it, he really can’t, if you’re not riding him then his natural instinct is to want to fuck you into the ground. but can you blame him? you always look so good and he needs you so bad… the littlest things you do set him off, bending over to pick something up, leaning over the counter to grab something. it’s all too much.
𑄝 big cat!niki who… can’t seem to go a day without sinking his teeth into you. he never bites too hard but boy does he bite. taking every opportunity you’ll give him to plant his teeth into your skin. your arms and thighs to jaw and neck, there’s not a place on your body riki can resist nibbling on.
𑄝 big cat!niki who… loves when you’re sweet and gentle with him, even if he’s anything but gentle. telling him what a good boy he is while he holds your hips so hard they bruise. whispering to him about how much you love him as he rails you into the mattress. he needs your gentle care, your praise and love, despite the fact that he has a rough streak.
𑄝 big cat!niki who… loves to play chase! take off running and watch him go after you, dodge and weave as best you can even though you both know he’ll always catch you. the enrichment is good for him and loves hearing you scream when he snatches you off the ground. he’d never do anything to hurt you and you know that. besides, you always win at hide and seek.
𑄝 big cat!niki who… is a purr baby. well, he can’t purr but his chuffing and growling make up for it. a low sound that vibrates through his chest and lets you know how much he’s enjoying himself. splayed out over the couch or bed being pampered and pet like he hasn’t been chasing you around and chewing on you all day.
‧₊˚ ┊i've reappeared again... i love riki… anyway, big things in the works!
warnings : sex while ppl are deadass outside the door or in the room over,cumming inside, no protection (don’t be silly,wrap your willy! ♡),dirty talk, mentions of bending over,edged, i think that’s it lmk if it’s not tho
a/n: last riki fic before pony boy releases i swear 🙏 longest fic ive written i think. Also i hope this is not so similar to @blvnt1e ‘s fic 😬
overview: you guys are on a beach trip with your family,but riki just CANT contain himself.
more under the cut!
SMUT
5:47
You and riki were packing-well, you really he was just adding extra things to the bag, you were complaining about how u can’t find your slippers, your shorts, your charger, your phone, the list can go on really..
“Come on..are you serious?” Riki groans, your charger was RIGHT infront on your face “baby..your charger is right here.” he says, with a deep sigh, chuckling a little
“oh..right i knew that”
“sure..fricking garden gnome..”
“shut up!-“ you start to say, until your younger sister (15 to be exact) BURSTS into your room
“have you se-HEY! WHY IS RIKI HERE! MOM SAID I COULDN’T HAVE MY BOYFRIEND HERE!!” she yells
“…” riki stays quiet
“MOMMM!-“ she walks out the room, yelling for your guys’s mom.
5:54
“sunscreen,charger,camera,bikini,2nd bikini, phone,ipad,clothes,flip flops,white nail polish, deodorant..ok! i think that’s it!” you say, with a relieved sigh
“are you sure thats it?” riki says, with a awkward look
“heyy! don’t make me overthink it..”
“ok sorry..” he says with a quiet laugh after
your brother comes out from his room, (12) “Mom said if you and dad aren’t downstairs by 6:10 she’s leaving with herself, riki and imani..sisters name)”
“Exactly shortie. you need to hurry up..”
“shut up!—don’t gang up on me!! all i have to do is change my clothes..” you say, pushing his chest
“COME DOWNSTAIRSSSSSSS!” your mom yells from downstairs
as soon as your younger brother leaves the room, riki whispers, “let’s see how long it’ll take before i bend you over..hm?and make you scream my name, right next to parents room, and evvveryone hearing how good you feel…”he says, running down the stairs before you can say anything else.
You pinch the bridge of your nose before going downstairs, him not knowing that just made you soak your panties.
6:25
Your dad pulls out of the driveway, luggage’s moving in the back of the car, your mom is yelling at your dad “it’s 6:25! it’s because you wanna sleep!”
“Okay but- in my defense! i was tired..”
“jeez..i see where u get it from..” riki says sarcastically
“shut up..” you say, pinching his arm
“Ow! okay…” he rubs his arm playfully
6:30
He puts his hand on your covered thigh, your head on the window
“you mad?..” he kisses your cheek, whispering
“no.” you are.
“baby..i didn’t do anything tho…” he is absolutely lying out of his ass too..he knows that dirty talk gets you edged
“you did..”
“no-oh..ohhhh..” his face changes as he comes to a realization
“but baby we’re in the car…with your parents..and ur siblings..nothing i can really do..” he says, his tone soft but he has a cocky ass smirk on his face.
“See! look at youuu!” you get a little louder
“ok ok.sorry..” hes still fucking smirking, asshole.
8:56
it took a little over 2 hours until you guys arrived, but you finally made it!
it was BEAUTIFUL, the Airbnb had a perfect view of the beach that wasn’t that far away, it was so pretty..
Your sister takes a room, your brother takes a room, and obviously your mom and dad take the master room..
you and riki take the shared bedroom
as SOON as the door closes riki’s on you
“aww..were you mad because i didn’t fuck you hm..?” he whispers
“don’t say that..” you say embarrassed
“don’t be embarrassed..” he whispers, kissing your neck and biting softly
he backs you up onto the bed
“wait riki!- my parents are outside…”
AND your sister was outside on the phone talking about boys
“that’s fine..stay quiet.” He says
“i don’t think-..”
“you can.” he says with a dismissive tone that just turned you on even more
9:00
he has you in prone bone to cover wet and slapping sounds, making him hit deeper,laying on top of you, making you become a little louder
“open your fucking mouth..” he puts his fingers in your mouth, making ur whimpers and moans muffled
“fuck..be quiet..” he grunts out
9:15
Your mom comes out of her room
you both freeze..
“are you fucking serious…” he whispers
his thrusts get slower..and slower, until he pulls out, leaving the both of you edged, and aggravated
he gives you an apologetic kiss on the neck,”sorry..”, pulling his boxers up and fixing your panties and pants
9:30
a knock comes on the door, you two are laying down, riki looks as chill as ever, but your..still very upset, and horny..
he pulls you into him, hiding you before answering the door. “Come in!” he says, in the sweetest voice ever.
“Mom said come downstairs before she eats all the food she made for lunch…”
“she said she’s coming downstairs..” riki says sarcastically
9:37
everyone’s downstairs, you and riki are sitting next to eachother, eating
“Sooo..how’s the relationship?” Your mom says nervously
“why do you ask?” you say with a confused face
“i love your daughter..from here to the end of the world..” riki says
what the fuck? how’s he so good at this??
9:45
“So..i’ve wanted to uhm..ask..since you guys are of age..are you guys doing stuff? because.. i’ve heard..noises earlier..so i was just wondering if..yeah..”
You spit out your water,
“MOM! there are literally children at the table..”
your sister looks up, trying not to laugh
Riki is just frozen,your dad looks aggravated at the thought of it
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