Where you go, I follow. • nrk *.❤︎₊ ⊹
first off, don't like it don't read it <3 dead dove incoming. this is a fictional story and does not in any way represent riki's personal character irl (we all know he's a huge sweetheart). mdni, 18+ only.
***i do not condone stalking behavior whatsoever. this is just part of a fictional storyline, NOT something you should ever try or do ir!!***
synopsis: driven by dangerous obsession you sneak into your favorite idols hotel room, only for you to get caught… but he won’t let you leave until you’ve paid the price— his price that is.
wc: 2.4k (lightly proofread — but barely lol)
content/trigger warnings: piss (i love pisski idc), heavy degradation, dubcon (ish?), lots of name calling, choking, spitting, rough sex, face-fucking, oral sex (f), mentions of stalking, obsession, unprotected sex (don’t do this my loves), body betrayal, riki is super fucking sadistic, masturbation with an object (f).
*i have not written in 2-3 years, please be kind*
my posts are designed to be read in the app ^u^
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You worshipped the ground that Nishimura Riki walked on. He didn’t even know who you were or that you existed on the same planet as him, but that never stopped you from wanting to breathe the same air as him every single moment. The minute you got news of his schedule, you hopped on a last minute flight to follow Riki to Taipei for his event with Prada.
Thoughts sprawled around in your brain as you anxiously paced outside of the luxury Hilton hotel he was staying at tonight. If your friends, or anyone for that matter, knew what you had planned tonight, they would cancel you so fucking fast. However, the idea of your certain downfall didn’t stop the desire you had to break into his room while he was out. The second the staff member you paid $800 to leak his room number came outside to grab you, backing out was no longer an option.
“I can do this.” you whispered to yourself as you stood in front of room 222. HIS room. Riki’s room. An uncontrollable ache came from between your legs when you saw the green light on the keypad flash, verifying that your keycard worked. Your pulse was a frantic rhythm in your ears, a drumbeat of "finally, finally, finally." Slowly, you pushed the door open. A room so grand before your eyes. Riki’s luggage and personal items strewn around the floor. The smell of him lingering in the sticky hotel air. In the bathroom, the fluorescent light felt like a spotlight on your crime. You picked up his watch left near the sink, the metal cool against your palm, and pressed it to your pulse point, imagining his heart beating in sync with yours. You saw his towel hanging on the rack, it was heavy, smelling of cedar and citrus. You buried your face in it, inhaling until your lungs burned, desperate to consume every molecule of him before the world snatched him back. Your eyes locked onto the black travel case resting by the faucet. There it was. His toothbrush.
You pressed the damp bristles against your bottom lip, dragging them slowly, agonizingly, across the skin. You closed your eyes, the peppermint scent flooding your senses, making your head light and your knees weak. Suddenly, you found yourself stripped naked on his bed completely exposed, wet with slick merely from the thought of what you had planned next. Gently spreading your folds, the head of his toothbrush was inserted into your tight heat. “Fuck…” you whimpered, knowing that Riki would never know his tooth brush had been inside your sweet hole when he brushed his teeth upon return tonight. Deeper, harder, faster as you fantasize about your beloved idol ruining your tight cunt himself. A pair of his boxers you found lying on the floor draped over your face, the lingering musk of him filling your airway, your hips circle and push forward, breath hitching as your body is ready to coat Riki’s toothbrush in sticky arousal.
Beep. Click. The door opens. Quick foot steps pad against the carpet. You lay frozen on the bed, his toothbrush still buried in your folds. “What the fuck?” Riki scoffed, catching you right in the act. “I— um” you quickly try to explain but he immediately stops you, ripping his chrome hearts boxers off of your covered face. “You’re that stalker bitch who’s always following me around huh?” his words sharp and piercing. A deep pain filled your chest as you started to get up to escort yourself from his room. “Sit. Now.” Riki demanded, his voice rising and tone stern, something you never expected from him. “You think that you can just break in to my room, fuck my toothbrush and leave?” his head cocked to the side in curiosity. “N— no” you barely choked out in reply while studying his face. Riki’s eyes darkened as he grabbed you by your ankles sliding you to the end of the bed. “Let me be really clear right now. If you scream, the police will be here in seconds. If you tell me no, the police will be here in seconds. Understood? Now on your knees, slut.”
Taken aback and confused you situated yourself on your knees as told. “Gonna teach you a lesson stalker bitch.” Riki spat directly on your face and rubbed it around with his cool, clammy hands. Your eyes widened with shock as his warm spit smeared your perfectly sculpted makeup down your cheeks. Riki immediately felt his balls tighten and cock start to harden in his expensive slacks. “You’re pure filth, you know that right? Following me around everywhere I fucking go. Suffocating me with your presence.” he stared coldly before wrapping his hand around your neck delivering a tight squeeze. Your hand sprung out and grabbed his wrist as you fought for air. “Don’t struggle, you need to behave doll.” he shot, voice calm as his free hand unzipped his slacks freeing his cock from his boxers. “Suffocation doesn't feel too good, now does it?” he asked, finally letting go of your neck when he noticed the light behind your eyes fading.
“Open.” Riki commands as he towers over you. You look up at him innocently, shooting a look directly into his eyes that begs him for his mercy. “Not gonna tell you again.” he muttered flatly as you slowly opened your month wide for him. “Gonna take this piss and you’re gonna like it, right?” you nod quickly and oddly willingly as your ready mouth is still ajar, you’d take Riki in any way you could possibly have him. Even if it meant this. Riki’s eyes snapped shut and his head tilted back as he gripped his thick, half hardened cock firmly. A groan escaped his lips as the stream of clear, warm piss started to leak from the head of his cock into your tiny mouth. You whimpered, the sound caught in your throat, but you didn't pull away. You didn't dare move, you were frozen by the absolute power he held over you. Your eyes filled with tears, blurring his cold, handsome face. You stayed perfectly still for him, your jaw aching as your mouth started to overfill. To anyone else, this was ruin. But to you? It was at least proof that Nishimura Riki knew you existed.
“Mmm being so good for me, huh? My little stalker bitch is so obsessed with me that she’s letting me fill her with piss.” he hummed, voice cold and condescending, satisfaction flickering across his face. Your eyes sharpened, pupils expanding as your mouth began to overflow, piss leaking from the corners of your soft pink lips. Face flushed and flashing a panicked look, while Riki seemed amused by your anxious demeanor. “Spit it out, slowly.” he instructed. Carefully you allowed his piss to trickle from your mouth, down to your chin, finally pouring down your chest onto your sensitive, hardened nipples. The mere sight of you like this made Riki’s cock twitch and his balls painfully ache with complete need. The need to take absolutely everything from you tonight.
Riki shoved you backward against the mattress, prying your legs apart with his foot, still dressed in the expensive black Prada shoes he wore to his event tonight. The cold leather stung against your skin, making your hips buck forward desperately for him. “This what you wanted stalker, right? To be my little piss whore and fuck doll?” Riki tutted at you as his eyes roamed your perky, pissed soaked breasts. He ran his shoe slowly between your wet folds as a low, dark chuckle erupted from his chest. Your tight hole clenched around nothing forcing out a whine. “Please…” you muttered quietly. Riki raised his eyebrows in interest. “Please what? Use your words like a big girl.” You took in a large inhale that made your head spin, “Please use me.”
A sadistic smirk appeared on Riki’s face as you watched him quickly shed his clothing. He stepped onto the bed, standing directly over you, tugging on his cock roughly. “Gonna break you so good tonight.” Before you could even blink, Riki shoved his thick cock into your inexperienced, tight throat, pushing deep until you gagged around him. He let out an animalistic, primal groan as he thrust his full length past your lips and into the tight heat of your mouth, hips snapping forward without mercy. You tapped his thighs, signaling to him that you were struggling, but he visibly ignored your discomfort. Your struggle only making his buried cock to grow harder down your esophagus. “Damn, stalker bitch, you feel so good baby. Who knew you weren’t a whore?” he laughed as hot tears rolled down your cheeks.
Riki continued pumping in and out of your throat, bending slightly backward to feel the excitement between your legs. “So fucking wet for me, doll.” he groaned hips still snapping roughly into your mouth. When he finally pulled himself from the depths of your esophagus, the abruptness left you reeling. The cool hotel air hit the back of your throat as you collapsed against the pillows, coughing and gagging, your chest heaving in a desperate scramble for oxygen. Riki settles himself between your legs admiring his work, running two fingers between your tight cunt. “Tell me who owns you?” your eyes now fixed down at him, “Nishimura Riki.” you muttered quietly. He huffed a laugh through his nose, grip tightening on your inner thighs. “I said, who’s your favorite idol, slut?”
Warm pain rushed to your lower half, juices leaking more than before. “Nishimura Riki!” you moaned loudly. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips as he nodded once, striking your inner thigh. A yelp tore from you, chest tightening as you fought back tears. He watched you like he was memorizing the sound of your distress as if it was his favorite song. Riki loved seeing you cry, every sweet tear you shed made his cock strangely ache with even more desire for you. “Pathetic,” he whispered, the word laced with unmistakable satisfaction. Your body twitched as Riki slid his tongue slowly up your hole, giving you the slightest tease of what it would feel like to have him lapping on your clit. “Poor little piss whore” he chuckled, “I know you want me to eat that sweet pussy, don’t you?” Nodding fast with desperation your hips thrusted upwards pleading for his mouth to satisfy your needy, dripping heat.
Riki delivers a harsh slap to your pussy, immediately making it up to you by dragging his warm tongue up your entrance. Stopping on your clit, sucking and lapping on your beautiful bud. “O- oh- my god, fuck Riki.” Your back arched off the mattress as you gripped the luxury pissed soaked sheets, your moans loud enough to echo down the hotel hallway. He didn't give you a second to recover before two fingers glided into your heat with ease. Riki let out a growl. “Barely fed you a fucking crumb yet you’re completely soaked for me?” he purred, a smirk lighting up his face. Your hips bucked, chasing the rhythm of his hand as he found the exact spot that made your brain turn to mush. "G-gonna come... please, can I come?" The rhythm stopped instantly. The sudden stillness was agonizing. Riki leaned up, his shadow looming over you, eyes dark with cruel satisfaction. He didn't pull his fingers out, he kept them perfectly still, taunting you with the fullness. “Did I give you permission?” he asked, voice dropping. “The only place you get to come is on my cock. Understood?”
He moved slowly, deliberately, wanting you to feel every second of the shift. He hovered over you, the height difference never feeling more obvious than when he wrapped his large hands around your waist and hauled you against him. "Since you're so eager," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. You feel the hot tip of his cock press against your entrance, right where his fingers had just left you aching. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low vibration that traveled straight to your core. "I want you to remember exactly who is doing this to you." Riki didn’t just fuck you, he marked you. Every thrust was a reminder of your intrusion. "Riki... please," you gasped, your fingers trembling where they were pinned above your head. You tried to tilt your hips, desperate for him in your cervix.
"Did I tell you that you could move?" he whispered, his face inches from yours. He looked at you with a chilling curiosity. "You spent all that money, took all those risks just to be in my room. Just to touch my things. You wanted to know what it was like to be mine, didn't you?" He leaned down further, his teeth grazing your ear. "Now that I'm inside you, is it everything you fantasized about while you were following me around? Does it feel as good as you thought it would when you were burying my toothbrush in your cunt?" He gave a sharp slam of his hips. "Answer me, stalker bitch. Look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to now."
"I-I'm yours," you sobbed, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a pathetic, desperate rush. Your eyes were wide and glazed, fixed on his with a terrifying level of devotion. "It’s better. So much better than the fantasies. I’m obsessed with you, Riki... please, I’ll do anything. I’m your filth, I’m your doll, just please..." A dark triumph filled his face. He liked you like this. "Good girl," he rasped, his praise feeling like a reward you didn't deserve. He began to drive into you with a final, violent urgency, his hands coming down to grip your throat one last time, not to choke you, but to anchor you as he hit his climax. Riki let out a guttural groan, pulling out at the very last second. You watched, breathless, shaking, as he spent himself across your stomach and chest, his seed mixing with the dried piss and sweat.
The only sound now was the heavy hum of the hotel’s AC and your ragged breathing. Riki stood up, his body still rushing with adrenaline. There was no kiss, no cuddle, no "are you okay." Instead, he walked over to the bathroom, grabbed a plush, white Hilton towel, tossing it onto your face. "Clean yourself up," he said, his voice back to that cool, detached tone as if he hadn't just ruined you. "Use my shower. I don't want you smelling like me when you walk through the lobby." You clutched the towel to your chest, breathing in the scent of his soap, feeling a bizarre sense of privilege just to be allowed in his shower. You sat up, trembling and covered in him. Riki paused at the edge of the bed, staring at his reflection in the mirror, fixing his dark hair. He caught your eye in the glass. A small, teasing smirk appeared on his face. "Don't look so miserable, stalker," he murmured, his voice playful but cruel. "I'll see you in Japan next week. Don't be late."
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