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 ๐ฅน
authors note: finally made a longer fic after many shorties! these Ni-ki pics with the camo hat are making me hard ๐ฏ 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 ๐
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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